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could i request a scenario of kyle with a bard!prisoner!reader who's part of the rebellion, and they both want to escape?

Kyle presses a button and waits for the elevator platform. He hates prison duty. Even if he only has one floor of cells to supervise, even one mistake could be disastrous. Prisoners try to escape every day, but most never make it out of their cells. When they do, it’s a nightmare for the one who had been supervising them, even if they’re recaptured. Which they always are. No one has ever escaped from the Horde.

The platform finally arrives. Kyle picks up the meal tray (an inaccurate name; it implies that the contents of the tray are edible) designated for the prisoner in Cell A-508, steps on the platform, and punches the cell number into the keypad. His fingers drum on the bottom of the tray nervously. This prisoner is new, and new prisoners are always angry. He vividly remembers a woman with wild eyes screeching all manner of curses at him while pressing herself against the cell force field, paying no mind to the burns forming on her skin.

It takes Kyle a minute to find the cell. It’s not that he’s scared of what this new prisoner will be like. He just got turned around. He braces himself for the unpleasant encounter he’s about to have, tensing more and more with each step closer to his destination. He listens for the telltale signs of a new arrival: screaming, banging, and the buzzing of the force field as the prisoner pounds against it.

Instead, he hears a voice. The voice isn’t speaking or shouting. It’s doing—well, something. The pitch is moving up and down at an odd rhythm in a language he doesn’t understand. He’s never heard anything like it, and he’s absolutely mesmerized. Kyle realizes he’s stopped in his tracks after a moment and keeps walking.

The prisoner inside Cell A-508 is just as enthralling as the sound coming from them. Kyle stares for a moment before he presses a button on the keypad next to the cell and a small rectangular hole opens up in the force field.

“D-dinner rations,” he stutters as he holds the tray through the opening. The prisoner looks up at him, startled. Kyle’s sad to hear the sound go.

“Damn near made me jump out of my skin,” the prisoner mumbles. They stand up from where they had been slumped against the wall and take the tray from Kyle just before the opening closes.

“What were you just doing?” Kyle blurts out.

The prisoner regards him with an indifferent glance in his direction as they sit on the floor again. “Singing. It’s going to be the only thing to keep me from going insane in this place.”

“Singing?”

“You don’t know what singing is?” the prisoner says incredulously. “Don’t you have music?”

“No,” Kyle says. “I’ve never even heard of it.”

“All the more reason for me to get the hell out of here,” the prisoner says. “That’d be a lot easier if I had my instrument.”

“Do you know where it is?”

The prisoner doesn’t just look up this time. They stand and look Kyle up and down. He squirms under their gaze. “What are you playing at?”

“Y-you want to escape, right?” Kyle asks. The prisoner nods. “Well, I do too. I’ve been wanting to for a long time, but I know I couldn’t do it on my own, and if I tell anyone around here, I don’t know what’ll happen to me.”

“You’d betray your own that easily?”

Kyle looks at the ground. “I’ve never felt like I belong here. I don’t want to hurt people. I-I just want to live a normal life.”

The prisoner gives him a quick once-over. “What’s your name?”

“Kyle.”

The prisoner gives their name before continuing. “I don’t know how much I can trust you Kyle, but it seems like you’re my only chance getting out of here and back to Bright Moon. Can I at least trust you to not let me down?”

Kyle gives a small, determined nod. The prisoner grins.

“Then it looks like we’re a team.”

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!!!!! idk if I've already asked u this and i I have I just need more but! Bow and deaf S/O?????????????????

One of the first things Bow does after he meets you is learn sign language

You can read lips and speak just fine, but he wants to show you he cares!

The first time he has a conversation with you in sign language, he’s nervous

You have to sign more slowly than you normally do, but you don’t mind at all

You’re beaming by the end of it and so is Bow

He gets more comfortable with signing and pretty soon you’re able to have full conversations with him at a normal speed!

Sometimes Bow signs while he talks, even when it’s not to you, because he uses sign language so much

If anyone ever doubts that you’re capable of something because you’re deaf, Bow shuts them the fuck down

You’re just as capable as anyone else, and he makes sure they know that

(He knows you can stand up for yourself, but defending the people he cares about is basically a natural instinct)

When Bow confesses to you he’s super blushy and his hands are shaking too much to sign, so he just says it

When you tell him you feel the same way he gets a huge smile on his face and hugs you super tightly

You make him so happy! And he makes you so happy!

The two of you are adorable and basically couple goals

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Could you do a shadow weaver (or light spinner) x a shy fem s/o?

“Ugh, who shelved these?” you grumble to yourself as you glare at a group of scrolls. They’re not just out of order—they’re in complete disarray. You snatch the misplaced scrolls and continue grumbling, your irritation growing with each one you find.

“Transmutation…divination…abjuration? Oh, if I ever find who put these back like this I’ll—”

As you turn around, your arms full of scrolls, you come face to face with Light Spinner and let out a startled yelp. A few of the scrolls tumble from your arms. Light Spinner picks them up and puts them back into place, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Something troubling you, darling?” she says. Heat rushes to your face and neck.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” you ask.

“Long enough to hear your quite frankly adorable griping.”

Your blush darkens. “L-Light Spinner…”

“My apologies,” she chuckles. “You make it far too easy to tease you.”

“You can make it up to me by helping me put these scrolls away.”

“If it means spending more time with my favorite girl, then I’d be happy to.”

You hide your face in the pile of scrolls in your arms while Light Spinner chuckles.

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Adora with a s/o who has been a spy for the horde since the very beginning, despite being through literally everything from season 1 and 2 only to later find out her s/o has been using her. The last words from her s/o before returning back to the horde being "I couldn't afford any mistakes so I had to get as close as possible." Before leaving

“That’s all you have for your report today?” the Force Captain’s voice crackles through the speaker of the communication pad. You should really do something to improve the audio quality.

“Yes sir,” you confirm with a salute. “She-Ra will be heading to the Crimson Waste soon. It may be wise for us to send some troops up that way—”

“Know your place, cadet,” your commanding officer growls.

“Yes sir. I apologize.”

He seems satisfied with that. He looks down at a notepad, nods once, and looks back up at you. “That will be all for today. Dismissed.” You give him another salute, and the screen of the communication pad grows dark as the connection is cut off.

You tuck the communication pad into the false bottom of a drawer in your desk and stretch, thinking about what to do with the rest of your day. Doing something about the hunger beginning to gnaw at your stomach should probably be your first priority. Maybe Adora will be up for some sparring afterwards. You’ve begun to be able to predict her moves, both as herself and as She-Ra. There’s a book full of notes about her and the rest of the members of the rebellion you’ve come in contact with next to the pad in your drawer.

You stand to head to the kitchens when you realize your grave mistake. You’ve left the door open. Standing in that open door is Adora, her eyes wide and face pale.

“You—you’re with the Horde,” she says. Your mind races with options, and you decide to play dumb.

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in feigned confusion.

“I heard you.” Adora’s hands are beginning to curl into fists. Your hand twitches in the direction of the daggers attached to your belt. “I heard everything.”

“Adora, you’re not making any sense.” You approach her, taking note of the way she tenses, and brush her cheek with your thumb. “Are you okay?”

Adora glares at you and grabs you by the wrist, yanking it away from her face. “Don’t play dumb. I heard you give your ‘daily report!’ Have you been a spy this whole time?”

“Guess you’re not as gullible as I thought,” you say with a shrug. You know you’re defeated. At this point you’re just buying time to figure out how to escape both Adora and the guards. There’s a rope you could use to rappel down the castle wall on the side of your bag, but you would have to tie it around your bedpost.

“Why?” Adora demands, her voice sounding like it’s close to breaking and her grip tightening around your wrist. “You know what kind of things they’re capable of! You’ve seen how they destroy lives!”

Here she goes. Always with the righteous speeches. Maybe you can keep her distracted if you play into it. You look at the ground, pretending to be contemplative. She takes the bait, turning your gaze back to hers with her free hand and gently saying your name.

“You don’t have to answer to them anymore,” Adora says in a near whisper. “You can put that all behind you.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you sigh. The vice on your wrist finally releases as Adora threads her fingers through your hair.

“I don’t want to be your enemy. I love you,” she says. Your eyes search her face for a moment before you pull her into a kiss. Adora sighs through her nose and slides her hands down to rest at your waist. You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her closer.

All of the tension leaves Adora’s body as she melts into you. Her guard is completely down now. You plant your hands on her shoulders and give her a solid knee to the gut. The kiss breaks abruptly as she’s knocked backwards, coughing and holding her stomach. You dart to your desk to retrieve your notebook and communication pad. Luckily enough, you’d set your bag next to the desk this morning. You swing it over your shoulder and tear the rope off the side as you see Adora straighten out of the corner of your eye.

“For the honor of—”

Adora’s cry is cut off as a dagger flies from your hand and into her forearm. She drops the sword and collapses to her knees, clutching her wounded arm. You pay her no mind as you tie one end of the rope to your bedpost and the other around your waist. When you’re satisfied with the knots, you open the window  and step onto the sill. Adora stares at you, blood trickling down her arm and tears dripping down her face.

“You told me you loved me.”

You regard her with all the coldness and rigidity of a seasoned Horde soldier. “I couldn’t afford any mistakes. I needed to get as close as possible.”

You disappear out the window without another word.

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Adora with a s/o who becomes distant with her after she got infected by the virus again but begin working through it so the s/o can feel comfortable with her again especially when she turns into she-ra.

You’re avoiding Adora.

You won’t admit it, but that’s the truth. You don’t stay in the same room for long, and you haven’t touched her (other than to give her a quick hug or briefly hold her hand) for a few days. You make excuses; you’re training, you’re tired, you’re busy, you’re not feeling well. Seeing the thinly veiled hurt in her eyes makes your heart twinge with guilt, but you push that feeling down.

The image of her charging at you with a twisted grin on her face, sword raised and eyes red, has been burned into your mind.

The rational part of you knows that it wasn’t really her, that it was the infection from Entrapta’s disc, but you can’t help but feel a clench in your gut when Adora’s near you. Adora, the woman you love more than anything, had nearly killed you. She had looked at you with no recognition in her eyes. There had been nothing but rage and bloodlust there as her sword had made contact with the ice rather than your head. She’s better now, but the fear still lingers. It rushes back with full force when she transforms into She-Ra.

You’re sitting on your bed, an ancient book from Bright Moon’s library cracked open in front of you, when there’s a knock on the door. You call for the knocker to come in, and the door opens by the smallest fraction. Adora’s standing in the doorway, looking at the ground rather than you.

“Can we talk?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you say after a moment. You close the heavy book and place it on the floor, giving her a place to sit. Unease is starting to worm its way into your stomach, but you push it down.

Adora perches on the edge of your bed, posture perfect except for the tilt of her head toward the ground. You’ve seen her startle to attention whenever Queen Angella addresses her, but her back is never ramrod straight like it is now. She still isn’t looking at you. Normally, you would reach out, grab her hand, maybe gently tilt her head in your direction and softly ask her what was wrong, but now you don’t do any of that. You sit there, hands in your lap, staring as you wait for her to speak.

“Did I do something wrong?”

There it is. “Adora, I—”

“I know you’ve been avoiding me,” she continues. “I just don’t know why.” She finally looks at you, and your heart just about breaks. Her eyes are shiny with tears she’s barely holding back.

“I’m sorry,” you say. Adora clutches the sheets in her fists, visibly fighting the urge to touch you. You pull her hands into your lap, brushing her knuckles with your thumbs, and that’s what breaks the dam. A few tears drip down her face, but she doesn’t move to wipe them away.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your voice cracking as you feel tears of your own well up. “I should have just talked to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Adora says, even though it isn’t. “Just tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“It’s stupid,” you say, blinking away your tears. “It was that disc. I know it wasn’t really you, but—seeing you like that was awful. I couldn’t stop remembering you attacking us and—”

“It’s not stupid,” Adora says firmly. “It scares me too. I hate that I could—I could kill you or Bow or Glimmer or anyone and not remember doing it.”

“It’s not your fault when you get infected.” You wipe Adora’s tears with your thumbs and gently cup her face in your hand. She leans into your touch, a small, shuddering sigh escaping her lips, and your heart clenches. How could you have ever thought that she would hurt you? She’s Adora. Your Adora. Not the Adora with red tendrils crawling up her arms. That version of her is never coming back.

“I’d never be able to live with myself if i hurt you,” Adora whispers.

“You won’t. I know you wont,” you reassure her.

“It still scares me.”

“We can work through it.” You lean forward and kiss her, tender and slow. “Together.”

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Sorry I haven’t posted that much in the past few days! I’ve been super busy!

I plan on getting caught up on asks today though!! 

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What would happen with bow Adora and glimmer (separate) had a centaur s/o and being the only ones allowed on the back of their horse half others get a swift kick off and hoof print shaped bruises

Bow

When Bow meets you, he can’t get over how cool it is that you’re a centaur

He finally has someone to bond over archery with!

You have little archery contests sometimes, and the number of wins between the two of you is pretty even

He likes that you’re tall! (which you are. you’re very tall. have you seen how big horses are?)

He makes it very clear that you’re a person, not a horse

He always asks before he climbs on your back

(And he secretly likes that he’s the only one you let do it)

Charging into battle with him on your back and the two of you firing arrows in every direction is the coolest thing anyone has ever seen.

Adora

Adora has trouble wrapping her head around the concept of a centaur at first

She’d never seen a horse before she got out of the Fright Zone, so it makes sense that she’d be a bit confused by a half horse half human person

Adora’s very curious about what it’s like being a centaur

She could listen to you talk about your people and your culture for hours

She tries to warn people who want to ride on your back that you don’t take kindly to anyone other than her doing it, but more often than not they don’t listen

She doesn’t feel bad at all when they get kicked off (it’s entertaining for her actually)

Glimmer

Glimmer loves doing your hair and braiding your tail!

The first time she asked if she could, she was nervous

But then she braided flowers into your tail and you ended up loving it, so you told her she can do it whenever she wants!

Glimmer loves riding on your back

She likes feeling tall

(And she likes being close to you)

Whenever you kick someone off of you, she teleports on to your back and sticks her tongue out at the person on the ground

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Could I request a scenario of Kyle being given a chance to have a life outside the horde? Maybe reader saves him mid battle and takes him to bright moon? I'm craving kyle x happiness rn💖💖

There have been reports of Horde scouts in the Whispering Woods. They haven’t managed to get anywhere close to Bright Moon, but the presence of the Horde in rebel lands still makes everyone (quite understandably) uneasy. You’re crouching in the lower branches of a tree, overlooking the small cluster of tents the Horde has set up and waiting for the signal. A bird call rings out, much closer than any of the others you’ve heard in this part of the woods, and you drop from the tree.

Flaming arrows fly above your head as you charge into the center of the camp. They tear through the canvas of the tents, setting them ablaze. Panicked Horde soldiers pour out of the tents. There are more of them than you’d thought. You may be outnumbered.

A soldier charges toward you, weapon drawn, and you barely manage to take out your sword in time to counter their strike. The soldier is tall and reptilian, their teeth bared as they continue to swipe at you. All around you, battle rages on. A few soldiers are stamping out the flaming tents. Some have already begun to retreat. You see other members of your patrol with minor injuries, but no casualties. Yet.

The reptilian soldier spins the weapon in their hands so that the forked end is pointed towards you and leaps backwards. Green electricity crackles between the forks. You jump to the side as the electricity coalesces into light and is shot in your direction. It collides with a different soldier as he runs past. He lets out a strangled cry and collapses to the ground, holding his side. Redness blooms into the white of his uniform.

You hear another shot charging up, but before the reptilian can release it, a call to retreat rings through the air. The soldier snarls and you and dashes into the undergrowth, joining the rest of their camp. Your captain and a few other Bright Moon soldiers make chase, but you stay behind. The flames have to be taken care of before they spread to the trees, and there are wounded members of your patrol to tend to.

“Please…”

You look down to see the Horde soldier who had been struck by the misfire. He’s incredibly pale and skinny, with dark bags under his eyes. A small pool of blood has started to form beneath him.

“Please help me,” he chokes out. “I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to let you,” you reassure him. You kneel down and pull a roll of bandages out from a pouch on your belt. As you’re applying pressure to the wound, a member of your patrol calls your name.

“What are you doing?” she shouts.

“He’s going to bleed out if I don’t help him!” you answer without looking up. You yank up the Horde soldier’s shirt so you can dress the wound.

“He’s Horde!”

“We have to be better than them!” You glance up at the soldier’s face to see that there are tears flowing down his cheeks. “What’s your name?”

“Wh-what?”

“What’s your name?” you repeat. You yank on the bandages, making sure they’re tight.

“K-Kyle.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kyle.” The bleeding has gotten better. You wrap another layer of bandages around Kyle’s wound, and they don’t immediately turn crimson.

“Why are you helping me?” Kyle whispers. “I’m part of the army that’s trying to take over the world.”

“I couldn’t watch you die. Not when I knew I could do something,” you reply. You pull his shirt back down.

“Thank you,” Kyle says, his voice thick with his unshed tears.

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m going to have to take you back to Bright Moon.”

“I know.” Kyle sighs. “But a Bright Moon prison has to be at least ten times better than the Fright Zone.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Honestly, I…I would have rather bled out than go back there.”

Horde or not, you feel your heart clench at his words. You take one of his bloody hands in your own, holding it tightly. He looks up at you, green eyes full of confusion. You give him a small smile and a gentle squeeze of the hand.

“You’re never going to have to,” you say.

“One of my old friends is at Bright Moon. Adora,” Kyle says suddenly. “She used to be with the Horde. But now she fights for the rebellion. Do you think I could do that too?”

“I think you could.”

You’ve never seen so much hope in someone’s eyes.

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what about Glimmer being asked to princess prom but her turning them down

((Oooh, ouch!))

You stand in front of the doors to Glimmer’s room, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and the other poised to knock, but hesitating. You’re nervous. You’ve thought of a dozen different ways to ask Glimmer to the all-princess ball, each more extravagant than the last. In the end, you’d decided to simply give her flowers and ask her. Simple, but effective.

It’s now or never. You take a deep breath and knock, tucking the bouquet behind your back. Glimmer answers the door and smiles when she sees you.

“Hey!” she says brightly, stepping to the side and opening the door to allow you to come in.

“Hi,” you reply timidly. You can already feel your palms beginning to sweat. Why is this so hard? Glimmer teleports onto a plush chair, laying on her stomach with her chin resting on her hands. Your heart hammers in your chest. She’s too cute to be real.

“What’s up?” she asks.

“Uh,” you say. Great start. “Well, um, I brought you these.” You take the flowers out from behind you, and Glimmer lets out a little gasp. She teleports off of the chair and in front of you, taking them from your hands with a smile and sparkling eyes.

“They’re beautiful,” she says. She looks up at you, and your heart flutters. “What’s the occasion?”

“I was—I was going to ask if you wanted to go to princess prom with me,” you stutter.

Glimmer’s smile slowly fades, and your heart begins to sink. “Oh,” she says quietly. She looks down at the flowers again.

“It’s okay,” you say, fighting to keep your voice from cracking. You’d been expecting this, really, but it still doesn’t feel good.

“I’m sorry,” Glimmer says. “It’s not that I don’t want to go with you! It’s just—Bow and I always go to events together. It’s kind of our thing, you know?”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“We can still hang out while we’re there, okay?”

“Right.”

There’s an awkward silence before you say, “I should probably get going.” It’s obvious that you’re running away at this point, but it doesn’t matter that much to you. You just feel like crying.

“Okay,” Glimmer says. She clearly feels guilty, and that just makes you feel worse.

“You can keep the flowers.” 

You turn and leave before Glimmer can reply, trying and failing to fight the tears that burn in your eyes from falling.

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HEY PERSON I DON’T KNOW HOW ABOUT SOMETHING FOR SHADOW WEAVER

“Do it again.”

With a deep breath, you draw a circle in the air with the tip of your index finger, softly glowing yellow light appearing in its wake. You trace symbols into the circle, completing the spell, and a caterpillar made of the same yellow light appears, crawling on the surface of the Black Garnet. You make a complicated motion with your hands, and the caterpillar weaves a cocoon around itself.

“Good,” Shadow Weaver says approvingly. “Don’t stop now.”

You nod, concentrating too hard to speak. After another gesture with your hands, the cocoon explodes into a shower of sparks. A butterfly emerges in its place and flies around the room before evaporating. You turn to Shadow Weaver for approval.

“Very good, my pet,” Shadow Weaver croons, stroking your cheek. “You’ve improved since our last lesson.”

You lean into her cold touch, sighing as your eyes slide closed and you nuzzle into her palm. Her sharp fingernails bite into the sensitive skin of your cheek, but you welcome the sensation.

“Do I deserve a reward?” you murmur.

Shadow Weaver chuckles, low . “I believe you do.”

You close your eyes again as she removes her mask and sigh through your nose when you feel her icy lips on your own.

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Rating: G

Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Pairing: Glimmer/Reader

Tags: Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, I love Glimmer so much you guys

Summary:  Glimmer is back home, safe from the Fright Zone, but that doesn’t mean you don’t worry.

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Will you write angst?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH yes I will. Ask and ye shall recieve!! >:3c

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Heeeey any kink headcanons for Shadow Weaver?? 😛

Shadow Weaver is a dom. No buts about it

Her favorite thing to do is tie her partner down

She also really likes edging

She won’t let her partner finish unless they’re begging

Begging, overstimulated, drooling, maybe even crying a little? That’s her jelly and her jam.

Hearing her partner moan her name is one of her biggest turn-ons

Shadow Weaver usually goes first

Otherwise her partner will be too exhausted to please her

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What would it be like for glimmer if her s/o was a vampire how would she deal with the whole can't step into sunlight issue they've got and garnering the nick-name blood orange from the s/o

Bow would make them a huge umbrella so that they could go outside in the sunlight if they wanted to

Glimmer would be a little shocked to learn that her s/o is a vampire at first, but she would accept it pretty quickly. Weirder stuff has happened to her

She would put up thick curtains in her room so that her s/o could hang out with her in there during the day

Glimmer would like the nickname! She would think it was cute

She might ask her s/o where the nickname came from though

All in all, the fact that her s/o is a vampire wouldn’t change a thing!

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Any headcannons for kyle and a protective s/o?

Whenever Kyle gets picked on for doing something wrong (which is…a lot), you throw glares in the direction of the person doing it, no matter who it is, even if it’s one of your superiors

This has led to Shadow Weaver disciplining you more than once

Kyle always feels awful when you get in trouble on his behalf, but you reassure him that you don’t mind

Kyle needs a lot of reassurance, and you’re more than happy to give it to him

He feels like he’s not good enough for you, but you always tell him otherwise

People like to blame things that go wrong on Kyle

You do not like that

If you find out that someone got him in trouble for something he didn’t do or was just being an asshole to him because he’s an easy target, they had better watch their back

Kyle’s never had someone lift him up like you do

He does the same for you

You actually start to notice that he stands up for himself a little more and you’re so proud

Life in the Fright Zone is hard, but you love your timid little twig of a boyfriend and he loves you back just as much

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What's the age of consent for your nsfw because from where I'm from it's alright once you turn 16.

18. I know there are some places that have the lower ages of consent, but the general rule is that the age of consent is 18. 

I updated the rules post! Thank you for asking for clarification!

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could u do some hcs for Glimmer w/ a touch-starved gf??

Glimmer loves giving affection!

Glimmer would be sure to give you lots of hugs, hold your hand, kiss your cheek, whatever you need!

She loves playing with your hair

If you ever get overwhelmed and need some personal space, Glimmer understands

When that happens, she waits for you to initiate physical contact

She always asks before she kisses you, because she knows that touch can be kind of intense for you

Glimmer makes sure you know that it’s okay to ask for attention

She also makes sure you know it’s okay to tell her when you feel overwhelmed

Cuddle sessions are a daily thing for you

Glimmer makes sure you know you’re loved!