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[bewitcheds]

jade and ismahan shopping trip 😌

when they come home w pretty clothes + stuff they aren’t gonna ever use >

[unchartedprince]

come back i miss you

anything for you, love ✨

[glimoon]

ADORA SAID:   i never wanted any of this. /      [  ACCEPTING.  ]        @saintplanet

the sword of protection answers only to adora: she - ra, ever - legendary princess of power. what was once myth is now a promise glimmer's people cling to. she will save them, the eight - foot tall warrior woman that quite literally fell out of the sky into the whispering woods that glimmer spent her entire life traversing. an ugly, nauseous feeling pools into the queen's stomach as adora's words hang between them. her rapidly - running mind conjures up a memory from the day they met . . . when she had murmured the magic words [ FOR THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL ! ] and got not even a subtle hum in return. the sword of protection answers only to adora.

what she wouldn't give to literally trip and fall into greatness. instead she claws for it — fights endlessly for it, only to be left with a circlet that feels too heavy for her head and a staff still riddled with the fingerprints of her fallen father. adora wishes to shuck her destiny off her shoulders, and glimmer wants nothing more than to catch it before it hits the ground.

❛   — really ? not even a little bit ? not even the cakes with your face on them and the banners spelling out your name ?   ❜ that's adora for you. sooooooo humble, sooooooo good it's bone - deep and makes everyone else look bad in comparison. glimmer crosses her arms, turning her body slightly away from the other. ❛   people love you, adora. you're their champion. and all you have to do to make that happen is wave that sword over your head.   ❜ pink eyes shut tight . . . she does not want to have to look at her when she continues. ❛   — do you know how many people would kill to be you ?   ❜

[goldenzel]

☀︎ an afternoon in the gardens.

rapunzel was already sprawled across the acacius gardens black hair spread throughout the grass, a scroll of hairstyles for the ball clutched in one hand like it was a map to hidden treasure. “you do realize i’m going to trip over someone’s tunic and take out at least three senators, right?” she groans dramatically, swinging her legs off the edge. “my mother says i must stand beside her with poise and nobility, but i’m fairly certain i’ll faint by the appetizer course. or worse—i'll try to talk to someone and forget how human words work!” | @saintplanet