#catra in blanket

[shefoil]

pov im holding you

[rainbowgod666]

This has some... really bad implications on a conceptual level

Catra: why cant the thermostat go beneath 60F?

Adora: uhmmmmm (has no idea how to say this)

Entrapta: (go go gadget neurodivergency intensifies) oh yeah that was me i made it like that because the moment we are in a cold enviroment you get INCREDIBLY loop- yyy...

Adora: :> entrapta whyyy

Catra:... so THATS why i cant do missions in cold places :|

white out is probably one of the more notable episodes of she ra bc it's just catra at her absolute worst behavior, like objectively the portal had far greater consequences but i think the cold got to her in this one bc she's such a fucking menace. "looks like you're mine now adora" "always so perfect, look at you now. you're coming back to the horde under my command" "i wonder which of your friends i'll have you annihilate first" "I'VE GOT CONTROL OVER ADORA. I'M NOT GIVING THAT UP." like when corrupted she ra throws catra at the ground like a ragdoll she deserves it, 100%, no questions asked. there isn't even a time/space anomaly making catra act up, they just put her in outpost 31 from the thing with her ex and suddenly she's the homoerotic joker.

even scorpia's briefly like "ahahah maybe i don't want to have a crush on catra after all" bc she's acting like such a freak. but also scorpia spends the entire episode trying to ask catra out, and tells adora, "you two, even when you're trying to kill each other, you can tell there's a real bond" and she is JEALOUS of that?? actually you know what this is also a catradora at their worst behavior episode too, like the way they immediately start trash talking and then ditch everyone to scrap the second they see each other is beyond unprofessional. catra's favorite number is canonically 42069 (confirmed by nate stevenson) and adora knows this by heart. if those two idiots were in the same room for five minutes while adora's on loopy mode the show would actually just end, and this episode fucking KNOWS it and refuses to give us the satisfaction. bro. scorpia telling loopy adora that catra is misunderstood and shouldn't SHE know that better than anyone else is just like. wow. ouch. rude. scorpia is actually the mvp of this episode she straight up judges adora to her FACE for abandoning catra and swears not to do the same, even though honestly she probably should, because catra fucking SUCKS in this one. scorpia reveals that "catra once used my rock-hard exoskeleton as a nail file" why?? why would you let this happen?? stop simping she's not worth it!! but scorpia is still the mvp bc at the end of the episode she just straight-up realizes that catra is out of her goddamn mind and breaks the 'controlling she ra' disk for catra's own good bc clearly something about low temps and her ex makes catra go 25% more feral than usual and it's pretty cringe. it's like when i dispose of the dead fly my cat has been antagonizing for the past twenty minutes like babygirl i don't like the person you become when you're in these conditions!! and of course OF COURSE we get literally two seconds of sober wordless communication between catra and adora that's just like ohhhh adora's gonna remember this one, you're going to be doing the dishes for the first fifteen years of your relationship once this galactic war shit wraps up and you save the universe by kissing with tongue. oh my god, what the fuck is with this show. how does this show exist. how does this episode exist. how does catra exist. they put this gay catgirl in an environment under 32 degrees farenheit for one episode and it's enough to make her say some of the most toxic, deranged dialogue in the entire series. i think soup would fix her, and also a cocktail of psychiatric medication and cognitive behavioral therapy. she sneezes like a kitten and needs a weighted blanket in the evil uber away from cringefail summit as she's mentally drafting the 'i fucked up' email to her boss. she thanks scorpia and shares the blanket with her bc she's so exhausted by her own bullshit. she ra and the princesses of power season 2 episode 5 white out is for the cold gay heartbroken bitches and it might just be one of the series' best. looks like you're mine now adora, good fucking night.

[noblehouseofgay]

Trick or treat!

Happy Halloween!

YAY THE FIRST ONE

Happy Halloween!!!

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What I think the marauders era would dress up as in 2024:

Reg- sally

James- jack

Sirius- deadpool

Remus- wolverine

Peter- blanket/sheet ghost

Lily- chappell roan (roan of arc look)

Marlene- catra

Mary- mean girls Karen mouse costume

Dorcas- adora

Barty- Beetlejuice

Evan- ghostface

Pandora- biblically accurate angel

[spopsalt]

Scroptra is so much better than Catradora. It's never even funny. Now, of course, I don't ship it because Catra was a horrible friend to Scropia, but it is miles better than Catradora. Also, just a disclaimer because I hear people say this against Scroptra, Scropia is confirmed to be around the same age as Catra and Adora. Now, here's why it's better than Catradora:

They aren't siblings first off.

They showed her growing closer to Scropia, like her sharing a blanket with her and considering staying with her in the crimson waste.

Catra seemed to value Scropia over other people. Like her breaking down when Scropia left and how Scropia calling her a bad friend actually hurt her.

Catra didn't do nearly as many bad things to Scropia as she did to Adora. She didn't attempt to kill Scropia, assault Scropia, or mind control Scropia.

Catra treats Scropia like a human being.

Catra seemed to be softer with Scropia than she was with most. She wasn't nice, but she did have more moments of humanity when it came to Scropia.

[aprillikesthings]

I'm 44 and I want headcanons about middle-aged She-Ra characters so I guess I gotta do this myself

Catra gets her first noticeable gray hairs in her 30's, and at first she pulls them out whenever she sees one (she doesn't tell Adora this because she's embarrassed that they bother her) but gives up after a few years. By her mid-40's she has a gray streak, and even she can admit that looks good, but Adora squeals over how cute it is.

At some point she realizes she's getting less flexible and starts working at it.

Catra finds it a lot easier to be chill about shit, just in general. (Behold the field in which she grows her fucks...) It's not as much of a struggle to manage her anger the way it once was, both from a lot of practice (and therapy) and just less makes her angry than it used to. She's also had lots of practice at talking about her feelings, though her words of affection are still laced with a gentle sarcasm at times.

Adora's hair is pale enough that she doesn't notice white hairs popping up until they're nearly half her hair.

She also starts to need reading glasses. Oddly enough, She-Ra doesn't. She repeatedly gets "caught" turning into She-Ra just long enough to read something when she left her readers in another room or is too impatient to go looking for them.

(Speaking of She-Ra: Nobody has any idea how She-Ras age because she's the first one to live this long. Doing ridiculous feats of strength and/or healing are still easy...until she switches back. It takes longer and longer to recover, so she does them less often.)

Adora is still stronk but not to the degree she was--it's just more effort to keep up the same level of fitness. She does get better at getting enough sleep, but she also has a pillow between her knees, an eye mask, and a weighted blanket. Her anxiety isn't as bad, in part because she's learned better coping skills.

(They're both just more chill as they get older: no more wars, lots of therapy...but also they both find it easier to emotionally regulate when they're around each other.)

The two of them are still the kind of couple that holds hands all the time in public. They see friends a lot (for things like dinner and board games) and go on date nights.

[seradae]

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[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Caught Naked|| top!Catra x sub!reader||

Edit: Shit I forgot the tw up here! Okay so, obviously smut, degradation from Catra, rough, tribbing, getting caught, rip to my people with high empathy enjoy your second hand embarrassment for the first part. Lol this is no plot this is just pure smut.

"O-oh, oh fuck Catra~" you moaned as you danced your fingers around your clit, your eyes shut as you fantasize about your close friend, your crush, your force captain; "Oh f-fuck, don't stop~!"

You whimpered and groaned, your legs spread out wide, your pussy completely exposed as you played with yourself. You even began groping your breasts, purposefully dragging your nails across your skin, imagining it was her claws instead.

"Oh fuck yes~! I want to be yours~! I want to be yours so bad, Catra~!"

"Oh, is that right, princess~?"

You whimpered as you nodded, for a moment not realizing, but when you did you shot up so fast it nearly gave you a whiplash and covered your naked body with your throw blanket.

"C-catra-!" You squeaked, your face instantly turning dark with a deep red blush.

She leaned against the door frame coly with her arms crossed, a mischievous smirk spread across her lips, "Oh don't let me stop you, I was just enjoying the show~"

"H-how..." You shrunk into yourself, "how much did you...hear?"

Her eyebrow raised as a smug smile crossed her face and she mocked you dramatically, "Oh Catra, dont stop~! Oh it feels so good, Catra~! Make me yours, please I want to be yours~!" and let out a sinister cackle.

You held yourself closer, your face burning from embarrassment as your pussy continued throbbing between your thighs, "I...I'm sorry, F-force Captain Catra, y-you werent supposed to..." You bit your bottom lip, sheepishly looking up at her through guilty, sad, and scared eyes. "A-are you m-mad?"

Her smirk softened as she pushed herself off the door frame with her foot and made her way closer to you.

"No princess, I'm not mad-" you inhale sharply as she caresses your cheek, "infact...I thought you looked so fucking cute touching yourself to the thought of me... pathetic...but so fucking cute~"

Your eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and then back up to her eyes. Which of course she noticed and smirked, "Tell me princess, how long have you been fucking yourself and wishing it was me~?"

You avoided her eyes, squirming in your spot under her intense, seductive gaze, "S-since...since I-I...joined your u-unit, Force Captain Catra..."

She chuckled darkly, "That long, huh? And...why didn't you ever tell me, princess?"

You sniffled, hugging yourself closer, "I...I didn't want to scare you away..."

She laughed, "Ha! You? Scare me? You really are cute, princess~"

You smiled softly, of course Catra wouldn't actually be scared of you, but you were afraid if she knew how you felt she wouldn't want to be friends anymore.

"And..." She leaned down to whisper seductively in your ear, "you do have a cute little pussy~"

"Y-you-?"

"Saw? Oh yes, I saw all those precious little princess parts~"

You whimpered again, you should've been embarrassed, and you were for sure, but there was a bad side of you that was greatly enjoying this.

"I was ready to back out and never mention the image of you spread out in front of me, pussy glistening wet, and panting you've engraved into my mind but then...I heard my name?" Her grin was mischievous and slightly sinister as she trailed her clawed hand down from your face to the front of your blanket, "And why would you call my name if this wasn't all for me~!?"

With a quick and rough tug she ripped the blanket from your hands and off your body, groaning as she took in the sight of you. "Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, princess~"

You gasped at how quickly and suddenly she ripped the throw from you, your heart pounding in your chest. You had imagined this moment with her so many times before but this? This was so much better.

She grabs your face gently with her claws which makes you whimper as she purrs, "Still want me to make you mine, princess~?"

Your eyes dull in submission, your lust and arousal warming your body as though it was in your veins. You nod your head, your voice soft as you whispered, "P-please, please make me yours, Catra~"

She moans lowly as she crashes her lips against yours, "Mmm, such a good girl for me~" her hands roaming over your body as she kisses you passionately.

"So desperate to be mine-" she begins messaging your tits, her claws scratching the soft skin lightly making you moan in her mouth, "-that you don't even care that it makes you look like a needy little slut~"

You moan her name softly through gasps and whimpers as she lightly scratches you and crawls over your naked body. Your hands going into her long brown mane, taking her lips back in yours.

She drags her claws up your thighs as she pulls your head back by your hair, "God you look so good, princess~" and licks up your neck with her rough tongue, your hips involuntarily bucking up to meet hers, "Patience, cutie~ I'll give you what you want but first...I wanna play with you a bit~"

"C-catra~" You moan as she begins kissing and sucking on your soft skin. Your heart beating against your chest violently while you grip and pull at her hair, her purrs vibrating against your body.

Without warning, she pulled your hair back roughly and bit down on your neck, leaving deep red hickies that will surely be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow.

Your body trembled in her hold, your back arching against her body, as you pulled her up by her hair and crashed your lips against hers again, "Take me~! Take me, please~!" You begged her between hot kisses, "I'll do anything for you, kitten, j-just please...d-don't make me wait anymore~! I need you~! I need you now, kitty~!"

With a soft growl she kissed you back hungerly, her hand beside your head keeping her up as her free hand scratched down from your breast to your waist until they were finally between your thighs. "Say you're mine~"

"I-I'm yours~"

"F-fuck, say it again, princess~"

"I'm yours, Catra~! I'm all yours~!" You moan sharply as you feel her fingers teasing your pussy lips. Your hips twitching in anticipation.

"Fuck..." she growls against your ear as she slips her fingers between your lower lips, "you're so wet, princess. Were you getting close before I walked in here, cutie~?"

You nod with a soft whimper, your eyes shut as she rubs your swollen clit softly.

"Aww," she purrs as her fingers slip down to your slit, "I'm sorry, but don't worry..." your hips jerk up as she begins teasing your entrance before gently slipping just her fingertip inside, "I'm gonna take good care of my princess~"

Breathless moans spill from your mouth as she pushes her finger in deeper, your eyes rolling back as you spread your legs wider for her.

"Good girl~" With her free hand she caresses your cheek, leaning back over you to kiss across your jaw, her free hand going down to grope your breast as she slips another finger inside you.

You moan her name sharply, your hands traveling down her back until they meet her ass, and you squeeze her tightly.

She shoves another finger deep inside you, curling all three of them inside you as your walls begin to clench around them. "Fuck, princess, I'm starting to think...f-fuck-!" she cuts herself off as you begin to palm her through her red shorts.

She growls, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head, "-I should've fucked you sooner~!" She pulls out of you, leaving you on the edge, as she shows off her fingers coated in your juices before taking them in her mouth and licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste good, cutie~" Catra smirks and quickly strips off her black leggings, top and shorts. She laughs as she looks back at the dazed and enchanted look in your eyes. "Like what you see, princess~?"

With wide eyes you nod, taking in the sight of her gorgeous body. You always knew Catra was beautiful, but now? You could hardly catch your breath.

Her freckles coated her whole body, her chest and stomach had soft strips of body hair, her body defined with hard earned muscles, especially in her legs which made you wish your face was between them.

To you, her body showed off her power beautifully, and you had no problem submitting to it.

"Give me your hand, princess~" she ordered you through a husky breath, "I want to show you something~"

Without a second thought you complied, feeling locked in a trance.

"You're not allowed to move..." She whispered lowly, "I just want you to f-feel...ooh f-fuck~" she cut herself off with a deep moan, before glaring back at you intensely as she whispered from the corner of your lips: "how fucking wet you've made me~"

You whimpered, squirming under her body as she slid your hand over her pussy, your fingers getting coated in her slick.

"Oh you like that, princess~? Yeah? You like feeling how wet you've made me~? Yeah? Yeah. I knew you would~" She teases you by nipping at your earlobe, "such a good slut for me, aren't you~? Oh I bet your pussy is just throbbing now, isn't it, princess~?"

Desperate tears formed in your eyes as you looked down at her, "Please, Catra~! I can't-! Please, I-I need you so badly~!"

You whine as she pulls your hand back, forcing your mouth open with her free hand as she pushed your fingers in your mouth. "Suck, princess~"

Through whimpers you do as she says and lick your fingers clean of her arousal. Your eyes flutter closed as you tasted her on your tongue and Catra took advantage of that by pulling up your thigh before slotting her pussy on top of yours.

You gasp hotly as you look down to watch her rub her equally soaked pussy against yours before she covers your mouth with her hand. "Hush princess, you don't want anyone to know you're being fucked by your force captain now do you~?"

You whimper as she drags her claws up your thighs and she grips the fat of it to keep her balanced as she grinds her clit against your swollen one. "On second thought, you'd probably love it wouldn't you~? You dirty fucking whore, I bet you'd love everyone knowing that I used you as my personal fuck toy, isn't that right~?"

Your mind going blank with arousal you simply nod in agreement though you don't fully take in what she's saying. All you know is how good the feeling of her pussy rubbing against yours feels.

"C-can I-?" You hover your hands above her bare shoulders. The rythem of her hips pushing against yours, and the bounce of her breast borderline hypnotizing you.

"Go ahead, princess, you don't have to ask~"

Your heart pounds as your grab onto her shoulders and begin grinding against her as well. Both of you moving in harmony until both of you are moaning loudly.

Catra pulls you into her lips by your hair, biting down on your bottom lip and tugging it between her teeth before moaning, "I'm getting s-so fucking close, princess~! Cum with me, that's a fucking order~!"

Both of your movements begin getting sloppy as your legs shake and you feel her clit twitch against yours as you moan louder and louder into her mouth until you both come undone.

Catra bites down on your lip to keep herself from mewling out in pleasure though he draws a bit of blood which she licks up as she pulls back.

Both of you were breathing heavy, your eyes dazed, almost hypnotized as you looked into hers and she smirked.

She caressed the side of your face and purred, "What a good fucking girl~"

Blushing, you nuzzled yourself against her palm, her purrs vibrating between both of you as her tail wrapped around your waist.

"T-thank you, Catra...for...well for everything..."

She chuckled and nuzzled the tip of her nose against yours, "Aww, don't get all shy now, princess. You were hot...own it~"

You smiled, "You were unreal...god's, I've never felt so good, Catra."

"Good," she purred as she pinned you back down on your mattress, "you deserve to feel good."

You mindlessly began to play with her long brown hair that drapped at her sides, "So do you, force captain..." Your smile faltered for a second as your heart sunk to your stomach, "w-was this...was this just a one time thing?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You thought for a second, slightly embarrassed of your answer, "No...I don't." You shyly leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips, "I...I want this to be the first of many..."

She sighed as she thought for a moment or two. Her eyes watch you cautiously until a warm smile spreads across her lips, "I think I'd like that too, princess..."

She continues by laughing playfully, "And to think...all this because you forgot to lock your dorm door~"

Your face flushed a bright red as you laughed nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Haha yeah...forgot, heh."

Catra stared at you seemingly confused for a moment before her face cracked out in a wide grin and she laughed, "You've got to be kidding me! Were you hoping I would catch you!?"

Your words stumbled out incoherently as you tried desperately to defend yourself, "N-not really or...I don't know maybe...I...it's not like anyone else comes back here!"

"What if it had been Hordak!? What would you have done then!?"

Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought, but you mused, "Well...I'd have a very funny story to tell you later-" you bit your lip and whispered somewhat sheepishly, "save a few details maybe..."

"Pfft!" she continued to laugh, and your heart warmed as you listened to the high pitched and unfiltered sound before her face fell to a playful smirk and she crawled back over you, "Oh you mean the detail of you moaning out my name, just begging for me to touch you~?"

You giggled and grabbed her hips, "Yep, that's the one!"

She chuckled mischievously and leaned in to kiss you passionately on your lips again.

She swiped across your bottom lip with her tongue, and began giving you more open mouthed kisses as she continued making out with you once more.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

So I mostly lurk here, and only sometimes because thinking about this show and all the potential it had and wasted makes me unnecessarily angry, but I just wanted to say: thank you for running this blog. Thank you for spreading some sanity and common sense. It's refreshing, even if it does give a painful reminder of all the balls the show dropped.

I really think the main issue is that Nate kinda forgot that he was meant to be doing a reboot/adaptation and just turned it into a cutesy wlw (implied semi self insert) love story at the expense of the plot, characters, world building and message of the story. I'm all for queer stories, but Catradora was so poorly executed in season 5 that I cannot believe people just swallowed it all up and praised it as wlw rep. The plot is convoluted, the other characters undercooked, the setting is cardboard thin, the lore is spotty, the villain we've had for 4 seasons barely does anything in s5, the s5 villain is underwhelming, the autistic coded character is put on a leash like a dog TWICE and treated poorly by her "friends" and the main ship which took over the whole story is waving a red flag so big that it could be a blanket, but ooooooh, buff blonde kiss cute catgirl! Revolutionary! Showstopping! Show of the decade! 148493 fanfics which either need to rewrite Catra's personality or romanticise the red flags! Heyyyyy Adora! If you don't like catradora you're homophobic and abuse apologist!

[sigh] Again, thanks for spreading some common sense around here. I used to love this show for the potential it had but after s5 I just... try not to think about it anymore most of the time. When I do, I'm glad that there is a blog I can go to for some GODDAMN correct takes.

thank you for your kind words! what i'm doing really isn't much, but i'm glad it's helping people realize how messed up this show was. hopefully more people would stop romanticizing this ship, and we can finally move onto actually healthy queer representation.

[azurecake16]

*shoves Catra into the room labeled “characters who are complex villains and got left behind repeatedly”*

There is therapy and blankets <3 (she needs it)

[antispopausandstuff]

adora trauma hcs ( viewer discretion is advised ) ( not all of the hcs, tbh )

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warnings - medical abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, and 'dubious consent' // coercion

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grew up being experimented on, now has a phobia of needles, masks, and people putting hands on their head ( by the temples )

could only 'consent' when under the influence of drugs, has a warped idea of self-consent ( didn't know for a few years that she was influenced )

adjusting to people's touch, especially over the face, hands, and back ( trigger points )

suffers from erratic body aches // cramps // phantom pain, had to ignore it most of the time and now struggles to acknowledge its even there, partially due to heightened pain tolerance

disassociates, especially when in she-ra form, needs to be brought back via firm touch and verbal calling of real name

nightmares of experimentation and visions she originally believed were 'random' and 'nonsensical' ( relating to eternia )

shadow weaver would make their mind forget certain events, but their body always remembered, has an aversion to cold environments and sees a few ghosts for 'unknown reasons'

struggles verbally expressing discomfort, often relies on visual // kinetic cues ( body language, contact, signing, etc. )

taking any kind of medication or therapy makes her very anxious and paranoid, subconsciously believes she'll be hurt without her knowledge

became a medic, of sorts, at a young age after catra's... outbursts

immune to most etheria's poisons ( due to being eternian + experimentations ), eats some out of sense of normalcy

nightmares became tenfold after 'White Out' and 'Remember', added on with survivor's guilt and aversion to the sword

doesn't like people touching her hair, only lets you if she trusts you

sporadically vomits after eating, common factor in most times being that they were anxious

hallucinates in sight, sound, and touch

douses themselves in hot water // hot baths to regulate

scarred left eye, only trusts friends on left side, otherwise will frequently look to the left to ensure safety // lack of danger

insomniac, usually runs on little energy, is also a morning bird when she does sleep, it's impossible for her to go back when the sun is up

has a phobia of the shadows // dark, has lights in bedroom

not a single night passes where they don't have their dagger

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and here are some healing hcs:

doesn't sleep alone, best friend trio pile or mamagella helps

whenever catra or shadow weaver are in the same room // area, friends are ready to FIGHT

bow's usually the first to notice adora's disassociation ( smth smth heightened empathy smth smth senses ), and is often the one to knock her out of it

adora likes angella or entrapta washing // brushing // touching her hair ( smth smth mother daughter core smth smth- )

mystacor visits as often as possible, castaspella becomes a new comfort person

swift wind is sort of like a sensory toy or weighted blanket, doesn't put his whole weight on them, though, he's not crazy-

on free days, she'll either by flying with swift wind, spending time in the library ( every castle has one, shut the fu- ), napping, having 'sleepovers', or focusing on more extensive hygiene

really likes holding hands with her friends, gives forehead kisses to them when they have to separate ( becomes a habit )

"why do you still have the dagger?" "to keep you safe."

protector becomes protected pretty quickly, adora's in good hands

she has stim // fidget toys, her blanket is weighted, and glimmer casts a noise-cancelling spell for her every now and then ( "but glimmer can only-" stfu )

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[makutas-chronicle]

Angella, furious: "Glimmah! Who is this!? Why were you in the Whispering Woods to begin wi-

Catra: -Looks up at her, shivering like a wet chihuahua and clutching the last thing she has of the love of her life-

Angella: "...Glimmer, darling, we're getting your sister some blankets."

Glimmer, fully prepared for a fight: "She was stabbed, I couldn't just leave- my what?"

[call-me-double-trouble]

Double Trouble Headcanons

--LIZARD-RELATED HEADCANONS--

Double Trouble is a cross between a gecko and a chameleon, but mostly chameleon.

Double Trouble can climb on walls like a gecko, but they have to be barefoot. They don't wear socks, and they slip their shoes off and carry them with their tail, mouth, or shapeshift an extra arm to carry them while they flee from danger on a wall or ceiling.

Being cold-blooded, DT prefers to share a bed with someone warm or use a heated blanket, since regular blankets don't really help when they don't have their own body heat to insulate.

DT has a diet of insects, fruit, and leafy greens like an actual chameleon. They can also extend their tongue and catch insects with it. They and the others develop a game where someone holds a piece of food as far as their tongue can stretch, and Glimmer stands at the same distance and teleports to them to see if she can get there faster than they can catch the food. She hasn't bested them yet, but keeps trying.

That said, they had chicken once and LOVED IT. It's their guilty pleasure. If promised chicken, you can weasel a few favors out of them.

Also like a chameleon, DT used to change colors when they were angry, sad, frightened, and happy, but they taught themselves to stop so they wouldn't give away their emotions.

Being a reptile and not a mammal, DT is lactose-intolerant and avoids dairy entirely. The closest they can get to enjoying dairy is vegan substitutes.

DT sheds their skin like all reptiles. And just like a gecko, they immediately eat it. It's so natural to them that they don't even think about it and don't understand why non-reptiles find it gross.

DT used to be self-conscious about their more reptilian traits, but learned to love themselves and stop caring what others thought and started delighting in making others squeamish by licking their eyes and eating bugs, but deep-down, it still hurts a little. They feel so loved when someone is accepting of their traits and even accommodates them, such as offering heated blankets or a meal that fits their diet.

In a similar vein, some of DT's characteristics are from them overcompensating from past insecurities. They were born without eyelids, without external ears, and without hair or eyebrows.

--RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP HEADCANONS--

Double Trouble has favorite people and makes it REALLY obvious who their favorite is. They snuggle up to their favorite person/people, are nicer to them, always trying to cheer them up or make them laugh, and are constantly seeking affection and validation from their fav. They're also willing to do things for free or at a reduced price for their fav.

Despite the fact that DT is very affectionate, they seldom say "I love you" because it feels too revealing to them. If they do say it, though, they mean it.

DT is polyamorous.

DT was betrayed by someone dear to them at one point, and this gave them trust issues. They betray anyone who gets close to them first, always fearing that they themselves will be stabbed in the back at any moment if they're not the first to do it.

DT sabotages any meaningful relationship, platonic or otherwise, they have because they believe they're safer alone. This is partially what motivated their betrayal of Catra. After the war, they start to work on this side of themselves and allow themselves to trust a friend again.

DT saw a bit of themselves in Catra, hence why they bonded with her and then read her so well during the infamous vibe-check.

DT had a crush on Catra and got jealous that they'd always be second-best to Adora in Catra's eyes.

DT reconnects with Catra after the war, and they rebuild their friendship. DT has a harder time befriending the others, but they do eventually. Without a war going on, they don't have a reason to betray anyone in the Princess Alliance, so they're able to maintain a friendship with them.

DT rarely ever opens up since they operate under the assumption that others will view that information as a weakness to be exploited, since that's how they view others. Opening up to someone is the biggest show of trust DT can give.

DT never lets themselves cry in front of others. They try not to let themselves cry even on their own. They see it as a weakness others could take advantage of, and they also refuse to let other people make them feel upset because they don't want anyone to have that kind of power over them. If they find themselves starting to cry, they try to hold it in, often resulting in bursts of crying separated by chunks of silence or frustrated groaning.

On the rare, rare occasion that DT gets drunk, they infodump about things NO ONE wants to know. They'd sooner die than tell you their favorite color, but they WILL tell you about the weird shit people have paid them to do (and about how, instead of doing those things, they knocked the client out and stole their money).

DT loves giving makeovers and shapeshifting into their friends in different outfits and hairstyles to help them decide when they want to try something new.

--MISC. HEADCANONS--

"Double Trouble" is a name they picked for themselves.

They knew they were nonbinary at a young age and explored various ways of expressing themselves with their shapeshifting until they settled on what they liked.

DT doesn't have earrings, tattoos, or wear makeup because they can't shapeshift those things away. They can shift a hole in their ears to make an impromptu piercing to wear earrings when they want, such as at Princess Prom, but when they're out and about and need to shapeshift at a moment's notice, it's easier not to have any jewelry.

Despite not doing makeup on themselves very often, they're good at putting it on other people because they understand facial structure very well.

DT is a cat person.

DT is an extrovert, but can be just as quiet and unnoticeable as they can loud and attention-grabbing. They are a SPY, after all.

DT doesn't hate kids, just thinks it's funny how stupid and clumsy they are.

[n7punk]

"As Many Lives As It Takes (To Be With You)" Fic Notes

After talking shit and increasing the chapter count like five times, AMLAIT is finally done at 13/5 chapters. You can maybe guess there’s a lot going on in these fic notes.

No playlist this time, I didn’t make one assuming it would be a quick fic and just listened to random shit, or watched baking videos, or put in earbuds and listened to silence when I had migraines.

Epilogue life:

So I pretty much put what would be this section in the fic’s actual epilogue, but Catra and Adora end up staying in the apartment for a while. After a couple months of living with a third wheel (who is more like the primary wheel they are tricycling considering who owns the place), it starts cramping on their couple moments. Adora gently prods Catra about the idea of getting their own place, which is an idea that takes several weeks to sink in before she’s willing to explore venturing beyond her safety bubble, but everything changed once and the world didn’t end, so she eventually decides she’s ready. Catra finally leaves that small room after four years. As scary as it is, it feels like the ultimate measure of her growth.

After a few years they move to the outskirts of Bright Moon when Adora switches hospitals, giving them a bit more air and the “best of both worlds” when it comes to being in the city but having a bit more of the freedom/relaxation from their childhood town back. They’re also closer to Thaymor which makes visiting a little easier, and closer to Glimbow and Scorfuma specifically, though they’re farther from some of their other friends.

They both learn to maintain their best friendships even not living together and they regularly visit Adora’s parents, though they never tell anyone else about Catra’s ability. Netossa seems like she suspects something at times, but she never directly implies or asks something, and whatever she suspects certainly couldn’t be the truth.

Chapter 1:

⦁ If you were expecting me to have ever forgotten that tweet ND made about Catra going through all nine of her lives over the course of She-ra and Adora healing her to reset them, then you’re wrong. In a way, this entire AU is ND’s fault. Did you think about that. I have No Responsibility for this.

⦁ Entrapta’s “nerd merchandise” is a premier ball from pokemon because for some reason that was the only thing I could picture for it. It’s not even a regular pokeball I don’t know why!! But that’s what they use.

⦁ Catra technically has binocular vision dysfunction in this due to her right eye being a little out of sync from her left.

⦁ Time paradox is, of course, a portal reference.

⦁ Entrapta’s blanket used to fall off her lap when she was working, which is how it ended up under the table the first few times, and then she noticed Catra balling up there and started leaving it there on purpose, even washing and rearranging it.

⦁ Entrapta’s room is always hot because of the equipment in it and the heat output from her computer and stuff. Luckily, all three occupants of the apartment like it when it’s warm.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Catra watching ice melt is a Booker reference. I love you Booker. But also a euphemism like “watching paint dry,” “watching grass grow,” etc.

⦁ The nightmares weren’t in the initial concept for the fic, but Entrapta helping Catra out with her “condition” was and I found they were a good way to showcase the backstory without actually showing flashbacks or having an entire prologue chapter of trauma after trauma that just would have felt miserable and spoiled everything.

⦁ Catra’s job isn’t necessarily real but is also heavily based on real things. Basically universities sometimes have special collections, archives, etc that are typically “open” during regular work hours, but only by appointment. They might have their own staff or just the librarians see to them. For this fic I basically made up something that might be real, where BMU also allows appointments after hours, but only from grad students, and then professors can come in after hours (or during hours) without appointment as long as there’s staff present. And of course they get away with that by hiring someone cheap so it doesn’t cost them a lot extra to keep it open. Catra has been paid more by other jobs, but she likes this one way better, and she doesn’t have a ton of money pressure living with Scorpia and Entrapta, so she’s planning to keep it. This is also heavily based on one of my first jobs where I did something similar for a university but it had nothing to do with collections or the library. Catra works the same hours I did then.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Bow would have offered Catra his own bed if he thought she would have taken it, but Entrapta — and Catra’s own reactions — made it pretty clear that she was going to make herself difficult to help, so he thought the couch might seem “less pitying,” but he didn’t account for the Adora factor. Everybody forgets about the Adora factor.

⦁ Scorpia mentioning “six years” immediately solidified in Adora’s subconscious that Catra’s injury was from the fall, which is why she jumped to saying she watched it happen. It didn’t even occur to Adora that Catra’s paralysis could have come from something other than the fall until she was in bed like two days later and thought, oh fuck, there could have been something worse.

⦁ Sneaking onto the school roof is the exact kind of shit Catra and Adora would do together, but since she was going up there to have A Moment™️ about one of her deaths, Catra wanted to be alone. It felt like this dark secret that she was harboring and would ruin her life at any moment.

Interlude:

⦁ “It helps a lot even without her talking back or looking at me” yeah sometimes Entrapta is listening and sometimes she isn’t even aware Scorpia is there. Scorpia can unload her whole problem, talk herself through a solution, say “Thanks!”, and then only after she has marched herself out of the room will Entrapta realize she has left and throw a goodbye through the door, still not looking away from her screens. The first time Catra witnesses this she immediately gets a clear picture of the apartment dynamic.

⦁ Catra wouldn’t say her name because it was part of her paranoia over being hunted down somehow.

⦁ “Maybe Scorpia isn’t used to people not immediately loving her.” Yeah could not be further from the truth she was kind of bullied in school, that’s how she and Entrapta became friends, because they were both bad at social cues and stuck together.

⦁ Obviously, Entrapta didn’t mean anything by her questions. When you don’t realize other people would treat someone differently over something, it can seem like innocent curiosity to ask about it. She learned very quickly after meeting Catra that those kinds of things have limits, it just wasn’t something that had come up in her life before and she hadn’t inferred it.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Honestly Adora had to have Mara as family to support her because any less and she might not have made it to be at all together after everything she thought happened with Catra.

⦁ Catra does wear her arm brace in other scenarios — when she’s going to be doing physical activity, for instance, though she might opt for a sling instead/in addition — but as far as wearing it while in the apartment, sleeping like that is the only one. The difficulty of putting it on by herself — and the pain of getting help — are why she almost never uses it, even though it would work for some (but not all) of the things the sling works for, and be less obtrusive too. That’s why Adora being able to help with it later is so helpful.

Chapter 5:

⦁ The thing Adora knows that Catra doesn’t is that she’s absolutely going to break and come back home with her, even if the driving thing was more up in the air.

⦁ I went back and forth on the language to use around Catra’s ears, specifically whether to refer to them as a pair or only reference her single fully-functional one. Ultimately I decided that Catra’s internal dialog would still think of it as her ears pinning back even if only one moves (at all for small movements, or all the way for larger). She spent her entire life thinking of them as a pair, and she can’t feel one not reacting, she just doesn’t feel anything over there, so she defaults to how she used to consider them unless she’s like, looking in the mirror and can see only one move. When it comes to other people addressing them, they see just one ear reacting for the most part and tend to refer to them singularly.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Scorpia got Adora’s number at the same event that she told her about arm-hugs, mostly to puff herself up when she realized Adora could pet Catra, however carefully.

⦁ Scorpia’s pillow said “Not to spoil the ending, but everything is going to be ok” which just irritated Catra every time she saw it, so she hid it. She can’t throw it out because Scorpia’s moms are the ones who got it, but she can do her damnedest to never see it again. It mysteriously reappears when Scorpia is moving out so she can take the dumb thing with her.

⦁ Like every chapter I had a scene that I was like “this is the most fun to write, I love this so much” (which like… really awesome from a writing perspective!) and the cuddling scene was that one for this chapter. I thought it was going to be the phone call, but Adora’s determination to cuddle, her diagram, and Catra’s fluster were just so fun to work with.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Mara calls her loved ones dear because Razz always called her dearie.

⦁ Mara and Adora went all-in on the driving thing because they know Catra well and knows she needs an excuse, or at least an extra push, whenever it comes to emotional stuff like coming home.

⦁ Originally the phone calls were outlined to be one singular phone call, with Catra eventually getting comfortable enough to turn on the video as the call went on, but spreading it out made a little more sense. In the version where it was all one call, though, Catra admitted that she didn’t want them to see her face paralyzed and Adora asked Mara to tell Catra that she didn’t care about her ear. Another reason I cut it is because I decided Catra wasn’t self-conscious about that aspect of her injury.

⦁ Entrapta is thorough. There were two-three months there were she was tracking and timing just about every single thing Catra did inside the apartment. She had monitoring devices she didn’t realize her roommates would want to know about because it just seemed more effective to her than following Catra around all day. Her presence would have skewed the experiment. It’s creepy, but it all came from a place of love and wanting to build a better understanding of what could be effecting Catra’s situation.

⦁ The restraint it took for me to not make a joke about Entrapta knowing when Catra… “takes time for herself” was immense but I kept reminding myself it was a T fic.

⦁ “I was there two months ago” Ha, yeah, this is set in December and… The anniversary……. Adora needed to be home. Her moms are the only ones who can really comfort her when she’s like that.

⦁ Mara really wanted a kid, and Hope did too but less so, and she had a lot more Concerns about it. When they started looking into adoption and found a kid who was human (so Hope was confident they were informed on taking care of her) and had been an orphan for ten years, Mara couldn’t stand to leave her there. They hadn’t really been intending on getting an older kid (I mean, ten is not old, but in Hope’s head they were looking for a baby because typically you Acquire Child at babyhood so that must be how it works) but Adora being older was another thing that made Hope go okay, we can do this (she’s also, to be quite honest, not a fan of babies or very small children). What that meant in the end though was that Mara, in her older twenties, had much less of an age gap with Adora then would be typical. Hope is like six years older and so her age gap with Adora is less noticeably off.

I think it’s a faceblind thing, but I’m absolutely awful with ages. You could tell me Mara is supposed to be early 20s or late 30s and I would have no choice believe you. Regardless, I roughly place Mara somewhere around the 20-30 mark in the show and as having a more “big sister”-like relationship with Adora, so that’s how things got set up in this AU.

⦁ It’s “Bow’s” senior year because Glimmer is a year younger and Adora’s college education was kind of weird so she doesn’t really consider herself as having anything but a freshmen year. Maybe sophmore.

Chapter 8:

⦁ Catra has two bags while Adora has one for two reasons: 1) Adora still has some stuff at home and doesn’t need to bring as much, and 2) Catra’s second bag was mostly dedicated to her adaptive devices and hybrid shit since she knew she might need them for any stuff Adora wanted to do and she couldn’t borrow the shampoo already at the house.

⦁ Perfuma’s nature hike actually originated in this chapter and then I added it in to chapter 6 since I was far enough ahead in writing to do that. Before that the vibe was just “Well obviously Scorpia got Adora’s number from Perfuma at some point,” but this gave a more solid throughline on that. Their interaction at the nature hike is also what led to Scorpia starting to turn around on Adora until she tested her with the phone call.

⦁ The “look” that passed over Adora’s face when Catra joked that she didn’t remember getting tangled in the ribbon was her briefly worrying that Catra actually didn’t remember due to her supposed memory issues following the fall.

⦁ The school where Catra fell is loosely based on the random high school I took my SATs at, where it was actually four buildings with a courtyard and a quad between the buildings and various sports fields. Adora was walking on one of the paths circling one of the buildings when she saw Catra fall from the roof of another.

⦁ Adora mentions hospitals plural because she checked every single one it was even semi-plausible for Catra to be taken to, though there was only one that made sense since it was more than twenty minutes closer than the next one.

⦁ Adora has her childhood twin bed at home and at the apartment Catra has a double bed to give her enough room to comfortably position her arm without worry. It also helps when she does have a nightmare bad enough for her to move around, and when she’s having a day where her fear of falling is intense. She can tuck into the corner between the bed and the wall and know there’s no way she’s going over the edge.

⦁ This fic was supposed to be set nebulously in the fall until I had the Winterfest ideas and lined everything up to make it happen. It still worked out with it starting literally right after Catra’s birthday, but I went back and edited in a line referring to it later so it would build the time of year out better before it got to the Winterfest stuff. Of course, that only matters if you reread chapter 2 after I did it or started reading the fic later on, but it’s there for rereads, at least. It’s one of those unique things about fanfic and how you (typically) post it as you write it, which doesn’t allow for much in the way of second drafts. I really like that about fanfic because of how it forces you to work the limitation (and also I hate rewriting), but I always have more ideas while I’m writing so sometimes it can get in the way of something good.

⦁ The original title of this fic was “As Many Lives As It Takes (To Be With You Again)” but at some point between creating the document and posting the “Again” got dropped. This isn’t relevant to chapter 8, I just happened to notice it while typing the notes for it.

Chapter 9:

⦁ There was a lot more stuff about Catra learning to drive in this chapter initially, but I wasn’t happy with it and found I was skipping right past it when I was trying to reread/edit what was going on in the chapter, so for the final version I cut it. Some things though: Catra’s entire first day of driving didn’t even involve leaving park, it was mostly spent on figuring out how to manage her arm (in the end, putting it in the arm brace was the best way to keep it still and out of the way, even though that was difficult with Adora helping her instead of Entrapta) and stuff like hitting the turn signal with her pinky while turning the wheel. The first day where they actually drove in the street Adora came along — just for fun and not in case you have a panic attack, promise! — but was sworn to being silent in the backseat. That lasted until Mara said Catra was learning faster than Adora did.

⦁ Adora’s not a bad driver, she’s just an anxious one, partially due to Catra’s accident making her all too aware of the dangers. She spent high school watching Catra deal with her paralysis which supposedly came from the car accident, after all, so she tends to be a meek driver.

⦁ When Catra sees things she wasn’t able to IRL in her dreams, like when she sees parts of the incidents that she was actually dead/unconscious for… sometimes that’s accurate. And that’s all I’ll say.

⦁ The dent stuff… with the bumper… might or might not have been inspired by the movie Underdog……… It’s a very comedic origin for something that is so traumatic in the fic but like. I saw that movie as a kid and never forgot that part.

⦁ Entrapta 100% hacked the DMV and canceled someone else’s permit test so Catra could be fit in immediately, she just didn’t tell Catra that. Not that she’s hiding it, exactly, but volunteering that information? No.

⦁ Oh that phone call from Adora’s perspective. Adora basically didn’t know shit about what they did in the logs. She was horrified by what Catra described, but also a little confused, and maybe even put out. Catra had never told her even half the details it was clear Entrapta knew off the top of her head, and she made it sound like it was all very clear and she remembered every second of what she was awake for. Which, well, she did. Because her body was totally fine. Adora was ruffled by Entrapta’s “bedside manner”, and then she heard the hacking stuff which had her like, wait, what? because Catra had mentioned Entrapta was a professional white hat hacker before (sometimes. Sometimes black hat. Sometimes she does other stuff and invents a new programming language) but the whole “instantly pulling up results from the DMV thing” threw her. She was very attentive when Entrapta was running diagnostics and stuff because she didn’t know about things like Catra still being able to slightly twitch her fingers or shoulder sometimes.

⦁ Catra specifies not mocking Scorpia during romcoms because there is no way, ever, no matter what she owes, that she won’t make fun of the dumb romance movie stuff that happens, especially het nonsense when that applies.

⦁ Catra’s fosters did get her “Winterfest gifts” but they were things like clothes and school supplies she would need anyway, just maybe a little nicer or at least less generic than usual.

⦁ Time to talk about what everybody thought happened to Catra! Obviously, people at school decided Catra had died within the first few weeks. At that time, Adora decided Catra must be in a coma or suffering memory loss, maybe awake but not lucid. She thought Catra’s condition being unstable might be why no one would talk to her, but she told herself she couldn’t be dead because then they would just say that. The longer it went with everyone remaining tight-lipped, however, the worse things Adora began to believe. About a year in, she came to “accept” that Catra was dead — outright, or brain dead even if her body was still breathing. Mara and Hope also didn’t know why anyone would “cover up” what was supposedly a very public suicide, so they also believed Catra “survived,” but knowing how far she fell and how bad it must have been, they knew pretty much right away she was likely to be brain dead or not remember anything. They didn’t really ever say what they thought, though, mostly focusing on comforting Adora when she went through disaster scenarios and occasionally reluctantly admitting which they thought was most likely when she got too frantic to be calmed by anything but an answer. Each member of the trio had a different opinion (each of which was an option that everyone else had considered individually): Kyle believed Catra was severely injured and sent away to a rehab facility to recover and perhaps help her overcome her “suicidal tendencies” but was basically cut off from them by the system, Rogelio believed she was in a coma and if she ever woke suffered memory loss (explaining why she never contacted them), and Lonnie thought that she was straight up brain dead before they eventually pulled the plug. Catra’s foster parents, knowing she had run from the hospital, thought she was dead in a ditch somewhere and after a few months decided they were just never informed when she was found.

⦁ Yes it’s late for chestnut season. No I do not care. Chestnut season is a few weeks later in Etheria, okay.

⦁ Both Mara and Hope cook usually, but around holidays Mara takes charge and it’s family recipes 24/7. Mara probably would have baked a pie for the final day of Winterfest anyway, but it wouldn’t have been that one. That one is the most special.

Chapter 10:

⦁ Even if Catra didn’t need her hand for the VR game, Bow’s headset wouldn’t have fit over her ears. There are headsets that would work, just not the one Bow built. It wasn’t a concern for him at the time.

⦁ Glimmer is terrified of horror games for herself, but she seems to forget that literally every time and is always really excited to play, just remembering the adrenaline rush and thinking this time she’ll redeem herself and be totally cool and composed.

⦁ The horror game was going to be the latest Resident Evil DLC (for the Village? I think? Or like the sequel?) but then I was like damn. I don’t know if that’s in VR. But it was literally the only horror game I could think of at the moment despite liking (let’s plays) of them, so I kind of co-opted and mangled the mom-mannequin-dolls section of that.

⦁ The Star siblings were actually at the barbecue in my first draft but it made the scene too crowded when half the attendees already didn’t have speaking roles.

⦁ I kept trying to figure out where to fit in Adora’s school shit and it just never didn’t slow the scene down. I’m not sure it doesn’t here, either, but somewhere in the fic proper I wanted to mention why Adora and Catra never bumped into each other on campus. I had already decided Adora’s school worked out this way before I decided on Catra’s job, but that just made it relevant. Basically, Adora came to Bright Moon intending to get a four year degree and then go into nursing. Mara and Hope were supportive, but a little insistent she go to a four-year instead of a community college for nursing because then she could explore more. They just didn’t want her to fall too into the martyr shit without them there as a support system, but Adora thought they were lowkey hoping she’d change her mind and decide to become a doctor instead of “just” a nurse. Adora was roommates with Glimmer freshmen year and met a few of their eventual friend group there, which she always says made it all worth it, but university was a disaster for her. She would have rather drop dead from exhaustion than drop out, but that was looking increasingly likely as her mental health combined with ADHD to make her a disaster. Her grades weren’t good, she spent time crying in the study rooms at the library, it was a mess. Eventually Glimmer called Mara to make sure she knew just how bad it was for Adora since she knew by then she would play it down. They’d only been friends for a few months and she was definitely overstepping, but Adora’s moms made her talk it out and they decided she would transfer to Bright Moon’s community college, where she could take one less class a semester and graduate with what she needed after only three years of school overall. Adora still kind of felt like a failure, but Glimmer just happened to decide at the same time that the dorms were insufferable and hey, we know we make good roommates already, why don’t we get an apartment between our campuses together? And living with Glimmer meant seeing Bow a lot too, so Adora didn’t have to “lose” the two good friends she had made at uni so far when she left (something she was really worried about). Glimmer and Bow wouldn’t let her hide in a shame corner over “not being cut out for it” either so she still saw their other friends from campus and even made more via mutual friends, eventually ending up with their current friend group, the exceptions being the Star Siblings (from community college), Frosta (from across the streets), and Netossa/Spinnerella (from work, Adora met Netossa during the course of her med studies).

⦁ Adora spent like an hour agonizing over her outfit and asking Glimmer for help, insisting it was just because she wanted to look nice for her birthday and not because she was thinking of putting the moves on someone or wanted to impress them. She undid the top two buttons, and then Glimmer undid two more and called it perfect.

⦁ Hey, guess what, this chapter was supposed to cover twice as much as it did (shocker) and then they took too long making out (shocker) ¯_(ツ)_/¯ This is where I had to update the chapter count AGAIN and when I did that I went back and filled out the scene during the party, which was only written in summary until that point, because apparently I had the fucking room for it in that chapter since the real confession clearly wasn’t happening.

Chapter 11:

⦁ Entrapta is playing Monster Hunter in the first scene, because I’ve had single monster fights last 40 fucking minutes in that game before. I was actually going to make it vaguely be like, a Souls game or something, but then I was like no, Monster Hunter is more her speed, leading to the jokes about how long the fight is.

⦁ Catra’s arm pain is both psychological and magic. Obviously the mechanics of how it hurts without her having any feeling are magic, but the pain comes from her mental state. The more comfortable she is with someone’s touch and the more she trusts them, the less it hurts. It also ties to her general emotional turmoil, which is why it’s still bad when she remembers stressful things, when waking up from a nightmare, etc and why it caused her such pain that first moment Adora touched her.

⦁ Tapetum lucidum is the thing that makes cats eyes glow in the dark (among other creatures) when hit correctly with light. Melog’s was not being hit correctly with light. I refuse to explain Melog.

⦁ The start of Catra’s speech was once the start of the fic, but instead of her telling it to someone, it was just the narration (“It all starts when Catra is eleven and decides to run away to find Adora, but she doesn’t understand it until later. Actually, she never understands it, but the first death she could pretend was a fluke.”). When I had this idea, I started just kind of writing with the idea of well, let me do a few paragraphs on each death and see how I feel about that. I had a few false starts, and then I wrote that beginning bit of Catra’s speech, and then it cut to a new scene to talk about the car. That paragraph ended up being heavily edited down and used in the scene in chapter 9 where she talks about the nightmare. I decided to change direction on that because 1) it wasn’t good, 2) it was wallowing, and 3) I wasn’t actually intending to start the fic that way anyway, it was just so much in its infancy that I was testing some stuff out to see what the backstory was and where I wanted to take it. Because of that false start, though, I then had trouble tracking what had been revealed/implied throughout the fic when it came to the later-revealed deaths and their fallout.

Chapter 12:

⦁ Adora lowkey moved in on a temporary basis, she just needed to be around Catra very badly between the new couple and “died four times” things. She did end up going back to (mostly) sleeping at her place and Glimmer and Bow were very insistent on them spending time together too when she relaxed again.

⦁ I didn’t want to do anything above a T rating with this fic, really, but I did kind of want to make allusions to other ways disability can effect intimacy, hence the allusions to Catra needing toy assistance since her left hand just can’t manage it and her insecurities about “contributing” when it’s time.

⦁ Catra’s ability was so unbelievable and confusing that it wasn’t the kind of thing Adora could just instantly accept as fact and help her work through, so a “trailing” ending was necessary to show Adora coming to that place of total belief with time, and trying hard to support Catra while she did so. And of course I wanted them to get time being totally honest with each other. I had a lot of the ideas for the Scorpia stuff and such that I thought would just be in the “epilogue” part of the fic notes, but then I went no, you know what, this is Important to how I envision the end here, so I made it an actual part of the fic, similarly to how I did the third fic in the Greys/Waiting For My Spaceship To Come Back For Me series. Why am I mentioning that here? Because all of the epilogue stuff was supposed to be part of chapter 12 too and then of course that didn’t work out. And I had to update the chapter count. Again.

⦁ It was really important to me that Catra’s disability didn’t magically get better. The only thing that changed was it caused her less pain, and even that is person-dependent. Her muscle response gets slightly better — sometimes — but that isn’t enough to hold a pen or be useful. There are temporary disabilities, of course, but that wasn’t the kind I was trying to show here and a disability doesn’t have to “go away” to get a happy ending. Catra’s happy ending was finding peace and love despite the things that haunt her, and she can have all that while still being disabled, she can just get hugs from at least one person now. The original outline had a point where Catra began kneading with both hands while cuddling with Adora around when she told her the truth, but I decided that was too much of a miraculous recovery. Even the sudden squeezing of the ball was something I was iffy on, but that was truly a once-in-a-lifetime thing, so I kept it and portrayed it as such, editing the kneading thing down to just twitching, because I did think it was cute.

Chapter 13:

⦁ WAILMER PAIL

⦁ I know I’ve talked a lot about how this fic ballooned, but I haven’t had fun on a project like I did this one, and Hurricane Adora, and the other smaller fics I’ve done recently, in a long time. Let Me Ride too, to a lesser degree, but I haven’t really had a project just flow out and build like this in the last year. The big difference on those last two was I just… did what I wanted. Which I know sounds obvious, but I didn’t sit and try to plot out okay, what is the whole arc for this fic going to be, what do I need to get done to get there. I did that a decent amount of Let Me Ride, which is why it’s a halfway fic here (and look at that, written slower than the others), but for these two I went well, they’re short fics, I don’t need to worry about that stuff and I can just let loose. And then neither ended up anywhere near where I thought they would, and I had an absolute blast. It’s hard to describe, but I just had a lot of fun and felt very liberated with my fics recently. I think I was treating them too much like novels, if that makes sense, and honestly the word count speaks for itself. I wrote less in November AND December combined than I did in January alone (working on LMR + oneshots), and that’s half as much as I’ve written for March alone (February being closer to March’s word count). I had my 4th highest ever word count day (since I started recording them in 2021) on this project at over 8k (for those curious, my highest ever was 12k the day I pumped out most of MNoHL in one sitting). Anyway, it ran away from me, but I was more than happy to go along on the ride, even if the fic notes alone are 7k.

Adora Interludes:

So, this fic was entirely from Catra’s perspective. Which was for three reasons: 1) Adora’s POV has no place in the first two chapters so at that point I was pretty committed, 2) she’s the most interesting POV by far for this fic, and 3) I thought this fic would be short. I don’t normally do long fics from just one character’s perspective, and you’re about to see why, but I thought it was only going to be 20k which was a fine amount for one POV. The longest fic I’ve done from one perspective before this was ASDLM, depending how you want to count it, and even then I included five fucking interludes of Adora’s POV. I don’t usually use one character POV since I find it interesting to go back and forth, but also, it’s so hard to stick to one POV. The reunion happened and I wanted to write Adora talking to Glimbow that night! Catra has her panic attack and I want to write out what Adora is thinking! But it doesn’t fit with the fic. So sometimes I did it anyway. None of these were fully written and polished and were more just me tracking where Adora was at with the big stuff, but I wanted to at least talk about them a little and they didn’t fit anywhere else in the fic notes. I just played it out in my head, sometimes, but I ended up writing down some rough scene outlines with intersperses of actual writing for:

Adora telling Glimmer and Bow everything Catra told her the night after she leaves. Glimmer starts off a little unsure of if they should be mad at Catra or not for never telling Adora she was alive, but eventually she “accepts” it (though she remains cautious of Catra for a few weeks).

Adora’s next call with her therapist, dumping the story onto her and talking a little about the guilt thing.

I don’t think I ever wrote anything down for the convo Adora had with her parents where she told them the story, but I sure thought about it a fucking lot.

Adora having a conversation with Hope over the break, while Catra and Mara are out driving. I would go into more detail, but there was a line that was originally drafted in a previous scene with Adora and Catra that didn’t end up happening, and then I put it in this scene that also wasn’t “real,” so…. At this point I’m just fucking sharing it. Because why not. The scene will be up tomorrow as a fic extra and linked in the meta section. Note that it is a detailed outline and NOT real writing, but I like it and can’t imagine just deleting it once this fic is done, so I’ll just post it here for anyone interested.

Original Outline:

I talked so much shit about the chapter count for this fic and it came back to haunt me. Here’s the thing: my initial chapter count wasn’t that wrong, which I know sounds insane when it was only like 5, but the contents for the fic I was imagining then did take up about 5 chapters. The intro, getting to the party, reintroduction, getting to know each other again, and then getting comfortable and confession.

The first two of those went exactly as I pictured. While I was writing chapter 3, though, the reintroduction went on longer than I imagined just because there was a lot to cover to do it right and it ended up taking up an entire chapter. Around then I started getting so many more ideas for the story. Initially it was supposed to be like, a nightmare/death per chapter, but then I started thinking about Adora telling her parents, and Catra going back home to visit them, and around then was when I accepted the vision for the fic expanded and bumped it to eight-ish with the vision that the visit would take two of those chapters roughly and another chapter would be fitted in for more bonding/growing closer before the confession.

Then I sat down and actually started doing my, like, one sentence outlines for scenes ([phone convo with Mara, rejects facetime], [entrapta/netossa collab], etc) and realized ohhhhh god this is more than three additional chapters worth of material. And maybe I always suspected that, because when I added more chapter headings to the document, I bumped it up to ten rather than eight. I had a detailed outline up to chapter nine, and by the time I was actually writing that far I was like this is going to be fucking eleven chapters isn’t it… but I was still unsure where it was going to fall in the 10-12 range. The epilogue was, once again, an addition, though a necessary one in my opinion, but those ideas weren’t part of the 10-12 chapter estimate.

I didn’t really have a strong vision for how the end was going to go until I got there, so the only thing about the final part of the fic that is different from the “original outline” is the remote log during the visit home (initially that was supposed to happen in person on a night when Adora slept over after they got back, but that just made less sense) and how they ran into the trio. My very initial idea for that was them driving (Catra driving, Adora teaching her, probably later on in the trip when maybe it isn’t all on Mara) and they drive past the trio walking on the sidewalk of a neighborhood and Catra nearly has a panic attack. Adora steers her through parking on the side of the road (ahead of where the trio are walking) and Catra gets ahold of herself as Adora glances back through the back window to see the trio eyeing the car, because they just saw it park a little erratically, and then they realize Adora is in the car. They can just barely see eartips around the headrest for Catra but can’t make much out.

They then watch Adora get out, wave to them sheepishly, make a motion for them to stay where they are, and then she walks around to the street side and opens up the backseat to get out the sling. This was before I had thought about anything and realized the arm brace was probably the best call for driving. Adora then opens Catra’s door, helps her put on the sling while still sitting in the driver’s seat, and holds her hand to help pull her to her feet out of the car, finally letting them see her. This made the conversation more of Catra’s choice, but when I pictured the whole exchange on the sidewalk, I had no intention of it actually being part of the fic. At that point, I hadn’t even decided if the Winterfest stuff was going to be part of it. But once I started writing that stuff, I decided the trio had to be in it too and switched it around to a run-in that made a little more sense and actually furthered Catra’s progression.

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I had a plan for what fic was going to be next. Then another fic idea solidified and it was going to be that one. Then I had a new, but also returning, idea. What I’m saying is, I’m indecisive, but for the last month one AU in particular has been calling, and it’s honestly shocking I haven’t done it yet because I’m me and it's, well…

Up next is Superzero.

[sativaunt]

The problem with Catradora bedsharing

Adora: There's only one bed. Looks like we'll have to share.

Catra: Whatever. I'll just sleep on the floor

Adora: *pulling blankets off the bed* Not alone, you won't.

[aprillikesthings]

I bitched and moaned about how hard it is to write, and then nearly 900 words fell out into the google doc.

Ffs. Why am I like this.

ANYWAY this is like, multiple chapters ahead of the chapter I should be working on, and it's from my late 1960's au, and it's Catra hitchhiking from somewhere vaguely midwestern-ish to San Francisco

And yes, I had to google "when did 'family' become slang for gay people" for this bit lol

(Nothing bad happens to her other than uhhhh a bit of nasty name-calling from a trucker when she turns him down for a ride)

(usual disclaimers: this is first draft and could end up heavily edited by the time it's on ao3)

Catra packs her bag as quickly as she can. A wool blanket. A couple pairs of underwear. A couple of tee shirts. The paisley scarf she’s been wearing in her hair. She only has the one pair of jeans, it’ll have to do. The tiny amount of weed under her mattress and the few rolling papers she has left, plus her cigarettes and matches. After a bit of internal debate she puts on a bra–and tucks her wallet into it. Not that there's much money in it.

She doesn’t leave a note. How long will it even take for them to notice she’s gone? 

It takes two buses to get to the highway out of town, and she sticks her thumb out. 

Her first ride was some younger teenagers, who got her to the edge of the suburbs. She used the bathroom at the gas station and stood at the onramp to put her thumb out again. Her next ride was a trucker, and she hesitated at first but he had kind eyes and said, “Miss, I promise I’m not gonna to do any harm to your person, I just like havin’ some company.” He was true to his word, and didn’t even ask her name. He listened to country music and he tried to ask her where she was going and why, but she deflected and asked him questions about himself. Turns out he had a wife and kids at home. (I should write out the conversation)

The way he talked about them made something in Catra’s chest hurt, at the same time she could’ve listened to the love in his voice all day. 

Nobody ever talked about her that way. 

He drove her for two whole states and didn’t mind when she passed out asleep, and even insisted on paying for her breakfast the next day. “If you were my daughter, I’d hope someone would take care of you. I can tell you have a kind heart, you know. I’m sure you’ll help someone else, when you can.” Catra wasn’t able to stop the tears fast enough over her diner coffee and pancakes, and he was nice enough to pretend not to notice them as he smoked a cigarette. 

But he had to sleep himself and then he was going north, and so he left her behind at a gas station just before the California border. 

It took longer to get a ride this time, and it was hot enough that the horizon shimmered in the sun. 

The first person to offer her a ride was another trucker, but the way he leered at her made her stomach turn, and she shook her head and walked away from his truck. 

“Hippie bitch! So much for free love, huh?” A few people stared and her face burned. She tried to go back into the gas station just for the little bit of air conditioning, but the woman behind the counter looked up from her magazine and said, “If you’re not going to buy anything, you can’t be in here.”

And so Catra stood on the onramp again, thumb out, hoping to get a ride before she died of heat stroke.

A half an hour later a little pale blue sedan pulled over. Another older man. But he smiled at her. 

“San Francisco, huh? Going to the summer of love are we, honey?” But he said “honey” the way the diner waitress said it, so with a quick silent prayer she got in. 

“You poor thing, it’s so hot outside. I bought a couple of Cokes, and one of them should still be cold, if you want it.” 

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you?” 

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it!” 

It was the best-tasting thing she’d had since that diner breakfast. Finally refreshed a little, she looked over at him. He had a silk scarf around his neck as a tie of sorts, and his clothes were as immaculately neat as his car, even in the heat. 

“So, uh, are you going to the summer of love, too?”

“Oh, no!” He laughed, but not in a mean way. “No, I live there. I’ve just been visiting some…family.” He said that last word oddly.

He looked at her in sideways glances. “Hm. Speaking of which. Are you…Oh gosh. I don’t know the way young people say this anymore. But are you family, yourself?”

Catra looked at him with confusion. “What?”

He cleared his throat and his face turned pink. “Now, I don’t know whether this will reassure you or not, in regards to your safety. But while you’re a lovely young lady; I, shall we say, have no interest in women. If that bothers you, I can let you off at the next gas station.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine.” Then his words sunk in. “You’re gay?”

He glanced at her again, then took a deep breath. “To my mother’s chagrin, yes; I’m a homophile.” He was smiling again, but it was strained. “Is that a problem for you?”

“No.” She bit her lip. “I am, too.”

His smile became wider and far more genuine. “I knew it! I knew you were family.”

“What!! How?”

“Just a vibe, honey. We often know our own.” 

Catra relaxed into the bench seat and laughed. “You’re only, like, the third person I’ve ever told.” 

“Really? Well, I feel honored!”

[Author's note: As far as I can understand from what I read, "homophile" was the preferred term by a lot of people for several decades. "Homosexual" was sometimes disliked because it was used as a diagnosis of mental illness, back when it was thought you could cure it--it also reduced our orientations to just sex as opposed to romantic love that included sex. By the late 1960's it wasn't quite as popular, "gay" becoming the preferred term, but some older people and organizations still used it.

Also as of right now, at this point in the story, the other people who Catra's told are Scorpia (because she came out to Catra first) and Entrapta.]

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Hi do take requests? If u do i gope u wont mind me requesting for a (it can be poly or seperate.depends on u)Catra & Adora's reaction to a darling who has wings?

Omg! This is an amazing idea!! 💕

(Ps: Hi my dear, I'm sorry this took so long. I originally planned to write Headcannons for Catra and Adora but I've been completely bed ridden with horrible physical pain so I hope it's okay I've only done Catra for now <3)

Catra:

🪽: Your wings and stance make you appear elegant, almost regal in a way that even most of the princesses don't. You're probably the first person in a long time to actually make Catra feel nervous.

🪽: One of the other more helpful things about your wings, other than the obvious flight ability, is that they're spell resistant and protect you from harmful attacks.

🪽: The first time Catra saw your wings for what they truly were, instead of folded behind your back, was when Shadow Weaver tried to electrocute Catra with her magic.

🪽: Catra knew all too well what was to come, so she closed her eyes and braced herself for the familiar shooting pain to strike through her body but it never came.

🪽: Instead she felt a heavy gust of wind blow in front of her and when she looked up all she could see were your raven wings spread out wide in front of her.

🪽: After a short altercation, you turned to face Catra with a scowl on your face, "Well...she's quite the bitch, isn't she?"

🪽: You two laugh about it for a moment before she notices a few burnt feathers where the spell had hit you and went to apologize only for you to laugh it off.

🪽: "Its okay, I lose feathers all the time, least this time it was for a good reason."

🪽: Catra likes to help you care for your wings and even helps you brush out old feathers with her claws.

🪽: You kinda act as her guard dog sometimes, especially when she doesn't want to be bothered, by sticking your wings out in front of her to block her from someone's veiw, or by holding your wings out from behind her to signal to people that she doesn't want to be followed.

🪽: When she's upset you'll both curl up in the safety of your wings as they shield you both from the outside world and you hold her in your arms.

🪽: but most nights when you sleep in her bed you'll just wrap her up in your wings like a big blanket and sleep with her like that.

🪽: Catra has a weird thing where she has to pick up your fallen feathers. She doesn't even like collect them, you always toss the feathers after, but she just can't stand them being on the floor so she has to pick them up behind you.

🪽: Now that would make sense if it was just in the horde, or your shared house, but she even picks them up in places she doesn't need to like the forest or battlefields. They just can't be on the floor!

🪽: and then after she picks all them up she gives them to you to throw away. Lol

🪽: Speaking of your shared house. Catra's not an overly neat person but she will get irritated if your feathers are just scattered all over the place and will threaten to pluck them all off if you don't clean up after yourself.

🪽: but it's all empty threats...

🪽: probably...

🪽: you should probably still pick them all up though...

🍗: just in case...

🪽: Ever since you and Catra started officially dating you dreamed of taking her flying with you and letting her see the world through your eyes way above the clouds, but Catra took a little convincing and even after you convinced her, it still took a few tries.

🪽: "Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to if you're still scared."

🪽: "I'm not scared!! Just don't drop me, idiot!"

🪽: "Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna drop you" you sigh spread your large wings as you go behind her, "okay so I'm just gonna wrap my arms around your waist and-!"

🪽: "HOLY SHIT, PUT ME DOWN!!"

🪽: "Catra you're not even a foot off the grou-"

🪽: "I DONT CARE PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN NOW!"

🪽: "Alright, alright, s-stop squirming before I drop you on your ass!!"

🪽: But after sometime you both decided that the best way to get her in the air was probably to do it as fast as possible so--

🪽: You flew up from behind her, grabbed her by her waist, and off into the sky you went.

🪽: "You can open your eyes now, kitten~"

🪽: You obviously couldnt see her face but you could tell by the way she gripped onto you tighter that she had done as you asked.

🪽: "Hey, just trust me, okay? You're safe up here, I promise!"

🪽: You flew slow and steady for her, gracefully taking her above the tree tops.

🪽: "Everything...looks so small from up here."

🪽: "Yeah... actually, is it okay if I take you a bit higher? I wanna show you something cool!"

🪽: You felt her losen her grasp as she relaxed in your arms, "alright, sure."

🪽: With her permission, you flew even higher, the warmth of the sun comforting her as it's rays glimmered against your black feathers.

🪽: When you finally came up on one of the tallest peaks in the crimson waste you gently sat her on the ground before following, your wings coiling around her to pull her closer to you.

🪽: "What do you think?" You asked her barley above a whisper. You had seen the beautiful view multiple times before, but if a stranger had passed by even they would've known that you much more preferred the view of her...

🪽: Catra's eyes were wide with wonder as her tail swished on the ground behind her, "Wow it looks...so much better up here at night," She looks back at you with a mischievous grin, "You almost forget about all the traitors and bloodthirsty criminals down there-"

🪽: "Alright listen to me-" you started jokingly, your hand in a dramatic pose and it made her laugh.

🪽: "No but really, it...it looks nice, princess..."

🪽: You smiled warmly and laid your head on her shoulder as you both admired the glimmering lights of the crimson waste, the cool breeze, and the small specs of people passing by below you.

🪽: A few moments passed when you felt Catra pull you in by your waist and kiss the top of your head as she purred.

🪽: "Thank you for being me here, princess."

🪽: You smiled softly before turning her head so you could place a gentle, loving kiss upon her lips as your hand found her cheek and you lightly caressed it with the pad of your thumb.

🪽: "Anytime, kitten. There are a lot more places I want to show you one day, but for right now, all I want is you..."