#writtenvow

[heartsechoed]

@writtenvow

despite her efforts to sleep, adora remains just as awake, lying in bed with her eyes glued to the ceiling. she can’t stop worrying about catra     a foolish thing, perhaps. after all, the bright moon castle had to be the safest place she ever stayed at. no one would try to hurt her, not to mention the accommodations were quite nice.

and yet, that wasn’t why adora worried. she remembered her own first night in the castle chambers     despite having a comfy bed all to herself, she couldn’t get herself to relax, instead feeling perpetually stressed in such a quiet, lonely environment.

she and catra haven’t slept in the same room in a very long time. maybe the other had gotten over night troubles entirely during their time apart. but adora knows her mind won’t let her rest until she’s completely sure catra’s okay.

with a sigh, she pushes herself off the bed and exits her room. her feet are bare, steps quiet to risk waking up the other residents. after an awkward interaction with one of the guards, who worried something had happened to get adora out of bed, she finally reaches the room catra’s staying in.

her closed fist hovers in the air for a moment, hesitating. was this okay? the two of them had settled things already, but still adora worried she was overstepping. after so long apart, she feared she didn’t know how to act around her anymore. “catra?” she calls out softly, giving the door a gentle knock. “are you awake?”

[wicked-wildcat]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

It was an unspoken arrangement: Don’t attack me. I won’t attack you.

For the most part, it tended to work, although with the passing weeks Catra found herself venturing more boldly into enemy territory. It offered a break from the Force Captain stuff- stuff which, to Catra’s dismay, had turned out to be a lot more of a challenge than wearing a badge and barking orders. Shadow Weaver had always made it look relatively easy, and with the knowledge that Shadow Weaver played a key role in the orientation for new captains, Catra had avoided the entire training program. In hindsight, that decision had been the first of many that were questionable, but Catra wasn’t going to admit it.

Part of Catra enjoyed the mixture of shock her presence incited as she snuck closer and closer with each meeting to where Adora had made her new home. This time, Catra had made a game of it; see how close to the castle you can get without being seen.

Turned out, people in Brightmoon weren’t the most observant.

Mis-matched eyes squinted through stained glass, trying to make sense of what was on the other side. Boldly, Catra pushed through, hopping neatly down into the room before casting a nonchalant gaze around and perching a hand on her hip.

“So this is where you hide out, huh?” She remarked with an appraising glance about the room. Seas of pillows. Ornate objects that seemingly had no purpose, tall ceilings, some bed-like mass that smelled of perfume and feathers. Catra tilted her head as she strolled over to the small waterfall, tail flicking languidly as she moved.

“What’s that?”

(( @writtenvow ))

[labpartnr]

 @writtenvow​

“Cooking is just chemistry with edible ingredients.  I’m positive we can accomplish it! How hard could it be anyway?”

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@writtenvow​ cont from x

Ron had rarely been the direct subject of rumors. The swirled more often around Harry, and occasionally Hermione. He had much more experience playing the dutiful and sympathetic friend who reassured them that all the talk going around was silly. “I dunno ‘Mione, I just--don’t you think it’s a bit arsed that even the Prophet would care what we’re doing?” He asked. Perhaps he’d spent too long at the center of the conflict with Voldemort. He now saw conspiracies around every corner.

Ron frowned as she pulled away from him, locked him out with the book. A huff of irritation escaped his lips and he shook his head. “Bugger that, I don’t care about anyone else,” he insisted. Although part of him did worry how Lavender might take the news that he’d moved on. 

He stepped towards her, reaching out to hesitantly rest a hand on her shoulder. A weak smile and a slight squeeze led to his reply. “I’ve never been this happy--but I don’t want anyone else to screw it up--I’m good enough at that myself.” He also worried that their happiness wouldn’t last, now that Dumbledore was gone. 

[sherachat]

@writtenvow​ discovered the new princess

Strutting her way into Bright Moon was probably one of the funnest things she has done in a long time. Everyone was shocked to see the former Force Captain walking into Bright Moon like she owned the place but sadly no one could do much. The Queen of the Magicats had contacted Angella about re-joining the war now that their princess had been found after so many years of being missing, Catra was given moderately free reign to walk around and do as she pleased before the official meeting. Catra just to happened to have bumped into Glimmer during her confident stroll around the castle.

“Oh hey Sparkles. Did you miss me?” The feline would purr out with a wink. Knowing exactly just how much this would anger the sparkling princess.

[waninglght]

@writtenvow​ said:  ❝  some  like  to  imagine  the  dark  caress  of  someone  else. ❞ - seiya

              ( hozier lyric meme / accepting! )

   seiya’s remark catches her off guard, so much so that usagi stumbles in her stride - the light of the moon revealing the crimson heat that warms her cheeks. she’s no longer a teenager and she walks a little more with the grace of a princess, but seiya somehow manages to still get under her skin. her fingers curl into fists at her sides, mamoru’s ring - a vow that he’ll come back this time - taut against her knuckle. and isn’t it ironic that mamoru is once again an ocean’s away while she stands in the wake of a threat that will bring the end of the world as they know it with seiya at her side? but it’s different this time! she huffs, her silver-turned pigtails moving with the abrupt shake of her head. “and some are committed to their relationship. . .” she deflects, holding her hand up to direct seiya’s attention to the band snug on her finger. it doesn’t matter what she thinks of seiya - it can never matter; and it’s been difficult ever since the galaxy cauldron to differentiate her feelings from those of the harrowed princess that haunts her from the inside. still, usagi knows her destiny lies with mamoru, with chibiusa, with the world she will soon reign over - her nagging feelings aside. “if you’re going to stay on earth for awhile, we should probably make you some new friends. maybe find you a real girlfriend. ” she taunts before folding her arms across her chest.

[storytelers-arc]

"H-how long have you been standing there?" Daisy gulped, quickly standing up. It’s not like she had been doing anything wrong, but she did feel pretty foolish about the stupid voice she had been using to talk to the little alien bear. 

Send 💬  for me to make you a starter • @writtenvow​

[harutenoh]

                     “My bounty is as boundless as the sea,                      My love as deep; the more I give to thee,                         The more I have, for both are infinite.”

She closes the envelope with the crest of her family’s heraldic. Navy blue and gold patterns cherish the white fabric of said envelope. She hands the letter towards one of her most trusted escorts, if his life depended on being caught with said piece of information, he would gladly die by sword or hand in order to protect the knight’s true form. “Violent delights have violent ends” she whispers to herself as soon as the burly man leaves his post towards the kingdom under the seas, home of Poseidon and its acolytes, Neptune.

The keeper of the oceans and it’s deadly power, mistress of the sea, bewitching damsel that steals her night’s sleep and makes her daydreaming of her caresses, sweet lips that she had tasted before. How could a pair of lips seal her faith in such a cruel manner?

Haruka reaches the balcony of her room, opening both doors with one hand. She marvels her emerald eyes on the enriching view of her own home. For some, a desolated land for other’s the home of the bravest warriors in all the Silver Millennium. All in service for her majesty, Queen Serenity of The Moon kingdom.

The invitation for the crowning princess presentation had arrived a couple weeks ago, in it’s contents a small list of the attendants and their plus one. The inner princesses and the outer princesses would collide for the first time in centuries. It would be quite the reunion, for they had never met before this moment. Or at least that’s what they knew.

The princess of the wind kingdom didn’t like the title that had been given to her at birth, she rather sported the one she had obtained by battling thousands of fearsome warriors across the solar system. She who had been blesses by Boreas, Eurus, Notus and Zephyrus. Her people addressed her in proper title, The White knight of Skeiron.

…Was enraptured by the Daughter of the seas. The Princess of Neptune.

And their rendezvous? …The Masquerade.

[Tagging: @writtenvow]

[sparkledmcnarch]

@writtenvow​ moved from x.

She probably shouldn't have brought it up in the first place, what's done is done after all. In the past. They've gotten better now and their friendship is much stronger than before. And now with Adora as part of their Best Friends Squad, Glimmer doesn't need to feel so alone as she did long before. Although she knew that Bow could sometimes read her well, it scared her. Sometimes it was hard to determine for herself what she thinks or wants out of something. But once you get to know a person, it just comes naturally to figure out. 

As he offered to really move past this and get some food, the queen smiled and nodded much to her relief. "Yeah! I've actually been craving something sweet lately. I mean...it should hurt to have a nibble at something before actual mean, right?" She wore that sneaky, familiar grin on her face.

[savedgames]

【 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 】 :// @writtenvow { Rei }

          「 Rei~, our fans want you to say hi~! 」 She doesn’t like when the fans ask her to interact with Rei — they’ve never gotten along well, and it just makes her feel uneasy to play at lying to them by pretending that the two of them are friends. Nonetheless, showing off that they disagree and dislike each other would do nothing good, so there’s a bright smile on her lips as she darts over to the other girl, turning the phone that’s live-streaming to their fans so they’re both in the shot.

[heartsechoed]

@writtenvow  |  continued

the way catra grabbed her so suddenly has adora whining in response     it didn’t hurt as much as it simply caught her off guard, so in her eyes, that’s reason for a small whimper. her proposal had just been rejected, too! wasn’t adora allowed to be sad in peace?

her mouth opens to complain, but it’s then that she notices just how close catra is. the other’s serious expression was confusing. was she upset? had she gotten rejected as well? oh, poor catra...

“ hmm... ”adora’s eyes squint as she gives catra a long look. her head bobs from side to side and for a moment, she’s distracted at how nice it feels to have her ponytail swing around like that. it makes adora laugh, suddenly forgetting her surroundings.

right. catra.

“ you’re pretty. ” it’s the only logical conclusion adora can come to after watching her for a while. her lips curl up into a very wide smile, pleased with either herself or the sight before her. she even inches closer, without a care to release herself from catra’s grip.

[windbxtch]

@writtenvow (YURA) continued from this

Kagura leaned back in the high barstool, dark-painted sharp nails tapping against the wooden table with hardly concealed hostility. She watched without a word, how the most beautiful woman in this shithole raised her glass towards the two men, thanking them for the gesture. She imagined throwing her glass against the wall and cutting their throats with the shards in an agonizingly slow way.

Yura’s hushed words made sense though. The club she used to dance at was now on a winter hiatus, and the two struggled to put down rent from month to month. It wasn’t the time to be guided by hurt pride or possessiveness. “Damn it, fine. They can flirt all they want, but for the record: I’m not letting any of them to touch you. They will lose an arm if they even try.”

It was a long struggle until she decided to play along, not because she wasn’t good at the arts of swaying men (usually, it was in her job description), but because she hated herself for not being able to provide. And it was easy to hate with passion the seemingly rich guys flirting with her girlfriend at the moment.The touch on her shoulder, and the fingers around her ear eased her worries for the most part, and she turned to steal a glance at the men, feigning an excited giggle as she waved them over. “They better have amazing food here, for all this trouble.”

                                                                      @writtenvow

[homoerotiique]

spots to kiss + # - hana@brig? ( pretending I have hana lol )

# AUTHOR’S CHOICE - A KISS TO THE BACK OF THE HAND

She doesn’t know what on earth she’s supposed to do at things like this. 

Nervous dark eyes flit around the large ballroom and the assembled guests. It’s all pomp and circumstance, and Brigitte feels very uncomfortable. Which is odd for her. It’s not a feeling she particularly enjoys feeling, on multiple levels. For someone whose outlook on life is generally pretty rosy, the uncertainty and self-doubt are practically alien. So is the feeling of discomfort in her own body. 

It’s got to be the dress. Made for her, at Angela’s insistence, the dress actually fits, and it’s just... such a weird, new thing. Brigitte doesn’t remember the last time she wore one. She feels like she’s half a step away from being naked ( she’s not ), and she feels very pretty, which is also strange. Not that she thinks she’s ugly or unattractive, Brigitte just... usually has better things to think about than how she looks.

Now that she’s in a room full of people dressed to the nines, it seems to be all she can think about. 

Her only consolation, so far, is that Reinhardt and her father look just as uncomfortable, dressed in suits and lumbering around the room. She knows they hate it, too. It seems like most of the people she’s met so far on base would rather be anywhere else than some gala where their governments can trot them all out in front of cameras so everyone can ooh and ahh at the newly reassembled ( and much more heavily monitored ) Overwatch.

But there are a lot of new faces, too. People that have been recruited from all over the world, and if there’s anything that seems like it might actually be fun tonight, it’s that. Meeting other newbies. Like..

Oh.

There she is.

Brigitte knows her name. Hana Song. D.Va. She’s a legit celebrity in Korea, and she knows her way around a mech or two. But that’s kinda it. She and Reinhardt haven’t exactly kept in one spot over the last few years, and they haven’t kept up with holovids that often. So she’s never actually seen D.Va but... wow.

One moment she’s hovering awkwardly near the bar, and the next she’s right here. In front of her-- Hana. And Brigitte feels like she must be about to puke up every awkward experience she’s had around a cute girl in her entire life because she thinks she might be short circuiting and ohmygodthisisembarrassing. She feels how flaming hot her cheeks are beneath the dusting of freckles.

“H-Hi! I’m Brigitte Lindholm.” Without much conscious thought ( wouldn’t Reinhardt be proud? ), she reaches down and takes the petite girl’s hand and lifts it, pressing a kiss there, just across her knuckles. “I... I’ve heard so much about you. I think we’ll make a great team!” A beat. “I’m a mechanic.” That’s what she means. She’s a mechanic.

Why is she like this??

SPOTS TO KISS | accepting

[exclusivelywritesgays]

“Do you think I liked hurting you?” - catra

“If you were too heartbroken over it, that definitely didn’t stop you.”

[greatinu]

i made a lightened version and a darkened version, hope you like! from answered graphic post! // personals, do not reblog !! this is for @writtenvow​‘s use only! 

[chxmpionofjustice]

@writtenvow​ said: * & ** - rei lol 

Rate my muse’s butt

* Terrible ** Could be better

                 “R-rei-chan.... So.. MEAN!!!” She blubbered, big blue eyes tearing up with exaggerated sadness. Then the wailing began.

                “WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! REI-CHANI’MALWAYSSONICETOYOUANDSAYYOU’REPRETTYSANDSMARTANDELEGANTBUTYOUTREATMESOCCCOOOOOOLLLLLDDDDDDD!!!”