#sparklemade

[lunaregem-blog]

“ you don’t need to do this for me. you know ? “

’ oh, come now. it’s the least i could do. after all, i am your father. there’s nothing that i wouldn’t do for you, my brightest spark. and… besides, it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on your magic whilst your mother is out of town. who else better to mentor you than myself?  ’

[catraged-blog]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒      ( 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 )     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐁.  catra had been watching for a good few minutes by now  &  this princess hadn’t resisted the urge to quit whining!  right as the force captain spotted her, she knew exactly who she was.  this was adora’s new best friend, the one that always seemed desperate for attention  —  was it really THAT simple?

                    catra had enough.  it was time to shut this girl up,     ❝   wow!  that sounds terrible.  it’s too bad you don’t have COUNTLESS servants at your fingertips to fix that right up for you, hm?   ❞

sparklemade   /   sc.

[edgeofgreatness-blog]

@sparklemade // sc.

“Hey, Glimmer. Glimmer, Glimmer, Glimmer.” She repeats over and over, her voice raising from a whisper to normal volume, testing the waters as she pushes open the door into a silent room. She doesn’t know the exact time, but it’s definitely late, and she won’t be surprised if Glimmer is asleep. She’s been trying to get used to sleeping a l o n e, and she’s getting a little better at it, although she always has her sword nearby, and she often wakes up repeatedly. She isn’t looking to sleep in Glimmer’s room (although she ISN’T opposed), but she can’t seem to fall asleep right now, and laying awake for hours leaves her restless, if anything. 

                     “Are you awake?”

[geekiprincess-blog]

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     “ i still kind of want to take adora apart to figure out how the sword works.  ARE YOU SURE I CAN’T? ”  she’s shoving some tiny food in her mouth--cupcakes, mostly--as she asks this question.

[onechosen]

ADORA GASPS, breaks through the surface of a nightmare like she’s been thrashing underwater the whole time, holding her breath. She wakes with wild eyes and flailing arms, reaches for the nearest weapon-- but instead of finding the knife she expects, her fingers sink into the soft underbelly of a fancy, princessy pillow. It’s slowly coming back to Adora, that they’re in Glimmer’s bed. Glimmer’s room. Safe. Even in the dark, she can see Glimmer peering over her, mouth fixed in a tiny frown, eyes droopy with an amalgam of tiredness and concern. There might be a twinge of sadness hiding there, too, and it tugs down on Adora’s heartstrings. Hard. 

❝Oh, Glimmer-- Glimmer, I... I’m so sorry. I woke you up, didn’t I--❞ Adora’s blue eyes are apologetic and round with sincerity. Glimmer was having enough trouble getting to sleep already without Adora going and ruining it. Frustrated, she presses her hands to her temples. Company usually fixes things, but maybe she should tough this out on her own for a while. For Glimmer’s sake. ❝--I just... I’ll be quiet now. Or I can-- I can go-- if you want me to...❞

❝...you know, so you can actually sleep.❞ Adora clenches her teeth on the latter half of the sentence, pointedly enraged with herself, and drops her hands into her lap. ❝I’m sorry.❞

˗ˏˋ ♡ | @sparklemade ˊˎ˗

[onechosen]

❛ I meant… how are you holding up? ❜

˗ˏˋ prompt | @sparklemade | accepting ! ˊˎ˗

ITS FAMILIAR– isn’t it– this feeling that creeps between Adora’s ribs like an uninvited guest, telling her she’s unworthy of Glimmer’s concern after she failed to fix things perfectly. ( It might be their Etheria, but without the Queen, it’s not the same as it used to be. ) She tries to push it aside. To abandon what she was groomed to think and soften the harsh voices in her mind. Glimmer and Bow helped her summon the strength to fight the demons of her past so many times. But still. That word, unworthy, and the need to climb towards a peak of perfection lives on in the marrow of her bones. If only there was a way to save everyone without losing anyone.

What if She Ra could have done it? It was her destiny, after all. What if Adora had taken the sword instead? What if, what if, what if–  ugh– the possibilities are endless. And she needs to stop. Glimmer’s gaze is still fixed on her, waiting patiently for an answer.  

❝Oh, well… I’m– uh–❞ Adora wavers ineloquently, a mess of mixed feelings, knowing Glimmer knows her well enough to spot a lie. Lapsing into a thoughtful silence, she turns to face her. Glimmer’s pretty, sparkly eyes aren’t very sparkly today, framed by the shadows of a sleepless night and crinkled with concern. Seeing her like this hurts. She’s going through so much that Adora wonders how she can possibly make room in her grieving heart to worry about her right now.

Glimmer’s a good friend. Her best friend. Adora takes a step towards her, two steps, closes the distance between them and reaches for her hand. She’s warm to touch, a comfort in the worst of times. Using the pad of her thumb, Adora traces tiny circles against the back of Glimmer’s hand. 

Maybe she will open up about her nightmares one day. About Catra and everything else. But in this moment… she wants to be one less thing for Glimmer to worry about. To be brave for her. Adora softens, the little wrinkle between her eyebrows disappearing, and puffs out her chest. ❝I’ll be okay, Glimmer. Don’t worry about me.❞

‘ Take care of each other. ‘ Sorrow roils in her gut before she can stop it. 

❝Uh– and you? Are you holding up okay? Or is that a–❞ Uncertain, she hangs her head, hand slipping from Glimmer’s to clutch her arm, ❝–is that a stupid question?❞

[clawead]

“ i’m not really in the mood for games. “

                                                                          meme.   |   accepting.

                a guttural groan coils around purr as feline’s features contort in discontent .   ❝   you’re no fun .   ❞   wildcat flounders back onto the bed , arms sprawled out either side with legs remaining crossed .   ❝   you’re never in the mood . how’d ya even manage to make friends   ?   ❞   tail shifts beneath back before she launches herself back , somersaulting from the comfort of mattress to land `pon her feet on the floor .

                catra begins pacing , heterochromatic hues darting around the expanse of princess’s room in a search for something , anything , to entertain   &   occupy her thoughts . stygian - ridden claws trace the intricate design of nearby desk momentarily , pausing to hover above a trite book , violet tones contrasted the gold font   —   diary . bingo .

                ❝   you mind if i take a look   ?   ❞   inquiry exudes mockery , already thrumming fingers through the many brimming pages .

[quartzlegacy-archive]

@sparklemade

        “let her in!” 

   standing up from the throne, steven jumped down with ease, lightly floating down to the ground as the double doors to the throne room were pushed open. he stood up straight with a broad smile on his face as he caught sight of the princess of bright moon. it.. was nice to have visitors. crystopia had been cut off from the other kingdoms in etheria for so long, steven was... starting to lose hope. he’d wanted to contact them, ask for help, but the gems had always been.. reluctant. it was both frustrating and confusing. he didn’t understand their uncertainty, so.. when he’d heard princess glimmer was on her way, he’d been.. excited. 

    “you must be princess glimmer!” he stepped forward, the smile on his face broadening. “welcome to crystopia! it’s SO nice to have you here!”