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[standing outside your window and breathing so hard the glass fogs up] do you want to kiss glimmer

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sorry. why is this making me so emotional. her majesty, queen glimmer, she who brought back the stars …

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❛    — exactly ! thank you ! ❜ both arms and wings go out to their max span . . . no longer protecting the most vulnerable parts of her. she's an easy target, to say the least, even with hundreds of guards and powers that could level entire towns if used for the wrong reasons. he could stab her right through the heart with ease. ❛    and why should our people, the people we're trying to defend, be the ones to pay that price ? what good is an alliance of magical princesses if we don't put that magic to use ? what good is a ruler that turns tail and hides ? ❜

it won't be her. glimmer refuses to adopt what has become her mother's legacy, the mantle of the good queen who stays behind. there is nothing noble about a monarch that sits back and allows the slaughter of her own people for the sake of political appearance. the horde soldiers have chosen their side. adora was the exception to the rule. her once-fellow cadets can come and join her whenever they please, but none of them should expect mercy as they burn her territory to the ground.

thank the stars for jamie dorset . . . which is something she never thought she would think. thank the stars someone around here, even the most unexpected of people, has some fucking sense ! ❛  thank you, jamie. ❜ she says for what feels like the hundredth time this conversation. only this time, as she meets his gaze, she really means it. ❛   we could use more of that kind of thinking in the princess alliance nowadays, y'know.  ❜ it would certainly lead to a lot less arguing if people just agreed with her !

glimmer glances sideways at the head of the table. slowly, she pulls her chair out. then, she motions for jamie to take the one to the right of it and follow suit.

❛   i just thought that, out of everyone, bow and adora would understand. that they'd let me come with them on missions. ❜ she glances down at her hands, folding her fingers in and out. they simmer with untapped magic . . . they sparkle with clear potential. ❛   i don't know if you know how the runestones work, but . . . now that i've fully connected with the moonstone, i'm more than capable of being out there.  ❜

' you’ve got stage presence. good thing for a queen to ‘ave, really. '   jamie, whose greatest strength in life is that he takes all manner of personal things impersonally, hasn’t got much use for roundabout apologies. suppose the queen hollered until her voice grew hoarse and eventually gave out. it wouldn’t bother him none, as he’s always liked being front-row to shows both rosy and rotten, and glimmer carries about her person the hallmarks of a fantastic performer—which is what every effective ruler really is, at their core. 

but she’s a novice. she doesn’t yet believe in the power of her own words. not the way that jamie believes in the power of his.

' five-to-four, '    he says, and means sure. he inclines his head to hear her better. nods along, with rolling precision, to every point and plea. she doesn’t know it yet—and couldn’t hardly be blamed for it—but she’s handing him a key of her own. a skeleton key. one to open doors that shouldn’t hardly be opened to intruders like him. prying fingers like his. 

' everything costs something … even peace. especially peace. and someone’s always got to pay the price. if it ain’t the horde, it’ll be the rest of us. '    us, he makes sure to say—and not you. all the world's strongest bonds are built on the backs of dichotomies.    ' it’ll be everyone else. '

who can say for certain whether he truly believes in what he’s saying. if they're even his opinions at all, or merely the opinions of the character he’s chosen to play in this farce of theirs.

' i ‘eard it. i see it. '    i see you.    ' i get it. '   jamie looks at glimmer. really looks at her. conveys with his eyes the muted, incommunicable truth of an animal that yearns for understanding.    ' an’ i don’t think you’re a bad person for doing what needs doing. '

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that one moment in s4 when glimmer is interrogating a horde soldier and threatens them with her magic n says “i haven't practiced this one as much. it’s a truth spell if it works— but if it fails, it can be… extremely painful.” like ohhhhhh. ohhhhhhhh unhinged glimmer 🧎

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it happens like this: she'll lapse into old patterns, cycle through the good feelings until the bad ones crop up again. what if this is too much for him ? what if i'm too much for him ? and then, like clockwork, he'll bring her back down to earth. glimmer relishes the squish of her cheek against his chest . . . the gentle strength of his arm around her middle. the queen exhales and gives a small laugh. ❛   if you're not king material, then i'm definitely not queen material. i see the way you are with . . . well, not just my subjects. i see the way you are with everyone, bow. you're everything a king should be. ❜ bow is the best of them. this has always been the case. ❛   — besides, i don't think anyone really knows how to rule.  ❜

she makes it up as she goes along. she looks to her loved ones, her precious denizens, for clues on what to do and how to go about it. it's all very precarious . . . and growing up a child of war left little room for mistake. glimmer knows he, her little soldier boy [ determined to protect her no matter how powerful she is ], must feel it too.

it feels weird, talking about marriage. glimmer barely remembers a world where her parents were able to stand side - by - side. sure, plenty of suitors have tried and failed to win her hand over the years, but the concept feels so foreign, so domestic as battle plans turn to wedding plans. she just didn't think it was ever a plausible part of her future. until him, until now.

❛   i know that i love you. i'm definitely not gonna marry anyone else. ❜ an extra sparkle appears in her eye as she reaches up to playfully poke his nose. ❛    but . . . it doesn't have to happen right now. not if you don't want it to. and i don't care what kind of pressure comes from court, either. you don't have to officially take on all of that responsibility until you're ready.  ❜

Her voice echoes in his dreams, a soft lullaby in a sea of what would be nightmares to a boy archer turned hero. When he closes his eyes, there is nothing but her. When he opens them, they land squarely on her pink puffed hair, her soft glow. Inescapably, she is his as he is hers. In the quiet hours of the morning, there is only the singing of birds and her voice, yet to Bow, it is the same sound. Comforting, peaceful. Home. He wraps an arm tightly around her, drawing her close, inhaling her. Memorizing her. Truth be told, he had once asked himself the same question — have you ever thought about the future? It comes to him like a series: photographs and memories of Glimmer through the years since peace has begun. Have you ever thought about the future?

Of course. The night you were taken is so fresh it stings in my chest.

❝ My future is right here. Listen Glimmer, I know you — you've got your kingdom, you've got — hell, you've got all of Bright Moon looking out for you. But you've got me too. ❞ His finger traces circles across the flesh on her arm, as if reminding herself she's alive. She's here. She is not dying on some enemy ship while he stands helpless. ❝ I want to go where you are. I don't want to be away from you, even for a minute. ❞ Sheepishly, his lips turn upward into a smile, honest and shy. ❝ I mean — do you want to get married? I was thinking about it too, but you should know, I'm not really — uh, I'm not really a king. A poet. I'm a soldier Sparkles, so I can't promise to know how to rule or anything — but, I can promise to protect you. ❞

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this scene is so important to me because it’s the first time glimmer acknowledges aloud that the magic the first ones stole from etheria belonged to HER and HER PEOPLE. the colonization of etheria is so present throughout spop but it’s mostly framed around adora (who is technically a first one/eternian) as the main character rather than a full blooded etherian who the magic was actually taken from.

and this adds a very important and very underlooked imo aspect of why glimmer feels jealousy and resentment towards She-Ra as an entity (of which the mantle is unfortunately attached to adora), because she-ra was created by those same people. she is still the one that gets to be the hero (if you consider that glim doesn’t know the heart will destroy everything), and she gets to be the hero using the magic that glimmer knows belongs to her people and her land. going to light hope to harness that power is an attempt on her end to bring the war to a close, yes, but also to reclaim what is rightfully etheria’s. her logic is also… who better to do that than the most powerful monarch in etheria?

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queen glimmer ✨

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sorry babe the angel wings stay on during sex

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remember when catra said glimmer tastes like glitter

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the younger members of the princess alliance seem to feel some sort of magnetic pull towards her. first frosta, now aang . . . they fling themselves into her arms with full confidence that she will catch them. glimmer doesn't quite understand it; doesn't get why they do it or how they handle the burdens they carry. she should take a page or five out of their books — the little angel queen who is drowning in her own superiority.

and of course she catches him. she wraps her arms around him as tight as they'll go. ❛     — i think the children of bright moon wish appa was their ruler instead.   ❜ glimmer doesn't blame them. in fact, she may agree. ❛     oh, you know . . . i'm fine. bow and adora are off leading an operation to take down a small horde outpost in plumeria so, lots to celebrate.   ❜

she's going absolutely stir - crazy is more like it. if she doesn't get a breath of fresh air soon, she may lose it. hence why aang was summoned to bright moon. ❛   i actually called you here because, uh, since they're out,   ❜ glimmer keeps her hands on aang's shoulders and gives her wings a nervous flap to punctuate her words. ❛   — do you want to . . . hang out ?    i've been trying to practice flying lately, but i feel like it would be a lot easier to do with an airbender around. ❜

the avatar's smile is tinged with sympathy —-- he knows that sigh , feels the weight of it in his bones. what is it they say , heavy is the head that wears the crown ? aang may not wear a crown like glimmer , but he understands the burden of leadership all too well. there's always a fire to extinguish and all the action in the world never feels like enough. yet a resolute sense of duty and a healthy heaping of stubbornness demand persistence. they're alike like that.

❝ it was good. appa's good. he's just outside being used as a slide by some of the kids. ❞ not that appa minds in the slightest. give the bison some snacks , a scratch in the right spot , and he'll let you do just about anything. ❝ i think i heard one of them say something about trying to braid his fur so he might have a new hairdo by now. ❞

light steps carry him closer , closing the distance as chin drops in a pointed look. ❝ more importantly , how are you (?) with... ❞ grey eyes sweep the room , speaking volumes without breathing a word. ❝ everything. ❞ arms open for a hug as soon as aang hits his self-assigned mark —-- it's non-negotiable. just accept the love.

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congratulations on your wings. congratulations on the clunky, permanent, achingly physical reminder that you will exist forever as your mother's daughter. if even immortal beings can die, maybe there's some hope for her yet. glimmer attempts to fold her extra limbs in behind her back, but it feels like bending a joint in the direction it fights against.

❛  thanks. ❜ she says, wishing she could take off into the night sky just like this odd duck has suggested. ❛   jamie's your brother, isn't he ? it's coming back to me a little now. if your baking is half as good as your clowning around, i may use my new authority to ask for a cake sometime down the line. i like sweets a little more than juggling. or handstands.  ❜

the bakers that stole bonnie dorset's job right out from under her have made a delicious, triple - tier, angel food cake with strawberries and more for tonight's festivities. the irony of it is not lost on glimmer, who hasn't been able to stomach a bite of that or anything else the entire night.

her gaze drifts longingly back towards the table that once housed the rest of the princess alliance. in the time she's spent not doing handstands, they've gone off elsewhere, leaving nothing but empty champagne flutes and a slightly - singed tablecloth in their wake.

bonnie seems like the type that would love to go and do something stupid like hide under a tablecloth and grab people's ankles. the type of stuff she used to do with bow as a kid. maybe she should ask her.

❛   where are you and your brother from ?  ❜ is what she decides on instead. it's more mind - numbing, queenly small talk, yes, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat interested in the two. her guess is dryl. they've met weird bakers there before. ❛   i feel like i would have heard of you by now if it was a bright moon territory.  ❜

' i don’t take nothin’ personal, ' says bonnie, whose greatest affliction in life is that she takes all manner of impersonal things personally. she imagines slights where there aren't any to be found. invents bizarre new offenses and holds the world accountable for transgressing little laws.

the queen smiles a tired smile; bonnie smiles a little smile. a secret smile, hidden in the corners of her mouth.

' bonnie, if it suits you; jamie if it don’t. dorset either way. ' she curtsies with ample flourish and no grace. her limbs are too loose and her clothes too rumpled. she looks as though someone cut a marionette off its strings before it had the chance the become a real girl.

' i was hired as a baker. ' for the second time during their fledgling conversation, she straightens herself. this time she doesn't bother righting her skirts. ' i can make a cake that opens up like a flower, and inside there’s a dancer doing the tango. but i’m okay at juggling, too, you see. and the party had enough bakers and not enough clowns. so i made do. '

bonnie dorset is a gambler, and she always bets on the house—herself. she doesn't believe that the sorceress with the halo for a hat would remember her enough to contradict her story. and even if she did, it wouldn't be so bad. all she'd have to do is learn how to mix some sugar with some flour. or whatever went into a cake. and jamie would have to dance, since she'd be all tied up in an apron. not that he'd mind.

' congratulations on your wings. ' congratulations on the crown. congratulations on your dead mother. ' if you’re tired, you’d better ought fly away and leave us all behind. i won’t tell a soul. you’ll be queen of the birds, you’ll be. '

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“heeey your majesty ;)”

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at work thinking about how hard glimmer works at being queen post canon for three main reasons

1) she loves bright moon. she loves etheria. she loves her people and her home it is why she fights so hard and at times so pragmatically and ruthlessly in the first place

2) she feels like the only way she can fully atone for her mistakes re: the heart of etheria and how it impacted her subjects (not just her friends/family) is to devote 23 of 24 hours a day to them

3) she loves her mother. she wants to be a good queen to honor angella. she wants to be a good queen and immerse herself in the regality of the role to feel closer to her

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i cannot overstate how ethereal glimmer is. like she has a distinctly nonhuman presence. yes she glows pink and has big angel wings and literally sparkles but aside from that her lineage is so powerful and her magic so palpable that the second she’s in your orbit you just Feel it

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just finished all of my drafts in one sitting. who am i. the power of the moonstone compels me

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@saltwaters . . . liked for a starter. ↬ for (m)alice .

the bright moon royal court has become increasingly aware that there is no number of etiquette lessons that can fully save princess glimmer. she stands, a disgruntled mass of purple tulle, at her regal mother's side . . . wishing she were by the snack table with bow instead. it isn't princess alice's fault. glimmer has never been easy to get along with. and at face value, she doesn't appear very interested in making other friends.

fancy balls are kind of stupid. being a princess is, aside from all of the cool things about being a princess, kind of stupid. still, at her mother's instruction, she moves to make conversation with the other girl. they've met before, once or twice. those attempts were likely just as successful as this one is shaping up to be.

❛   —   sorry my mom is making you do charity work. ❜ she says as she leads alice over to a less crowded section of the ballroom, agitation clear in her tone. ❛   if we stand and talk for a few minutes, that should be enough to get her off my back. then you can go back to your friends or . . . whoever you came with.  ❜

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been watching she ra!!