#catradora

[manic-sapphic]

omgggg this all i ever wanted w drunk adora lmao

but i understand why the creators just couldn't do it. so thank the universe for the fan art.

Admit it 😘😳

I love Infected/Drunk Adora, too bad Catra didn’t meet her 😭

[harrowharksboner]

2014: Korrasami held hands

2020: so Catradora could kiss

2024: so Caitvi could fuck in a prison cell

sapphic nation, rising and thriving

[oliviajoytaylor]

New post

[treasuxe]

Redrew something from June 2024 because I didn’t really like how it looked ⚰️⚰️

Here’s the old drawing:

[lexxicona]

Lily Orchard is probably fuming at this lol

another old-account exhumation, for those who missed it the first time.

[collectordefender]

[mcdonaldsforehead-emofurry]

A group of little guys 💖

[lilyvalerieorchard]

OH FOR THE LOVE OF-

Catradora is NOT "toxic!"

Catradora does NOT "romanticize abuse!"

But most of all....

CATRADORA. IS. NOT. INCEST!!!

Then again, I know, straight from your mouth, that you barely watched any of She-Ra or other fantasy-adventure cartoons because of your own personal grudges against the creators so of course you have to lie about the creators being "Nazi sympathizers" and "incest-abuse fetishists".

Admit it, Lily. Deep down, you WANT Adora and Catra to be sisters just so you can justify your projection. Because let's face it, as I've said MANY times before, if they were sisters, you would ship them together non-stop...

...just like you do with Zuko and Azula.

Just like you do with Tai and Kari.

Just like you do Vi and Jinx.

Just like you do with the MC of Baldur's Gate 1/2 and their sister, Imoen.

Just like you do WITH YOUR OWN OCS.

Lily, shut up and keep your disgusting incest fantasies out a wholesome, empowering hopepunk series FOR KIDS.

[throneofrayllum]

screaming crying throwing up i love them

i want to see you, dressed all in white

a short catradora oneshot, set at the time of adora’s future vision. requested by @nozomijoestar. read on ao3.

Catra could not believe she was wearing shoes for this. It was such a strange experience, hearing the click clack of heels coming from her feet as she walked, but alas! Such was the life of an ambassador of Brightmoon.

And, she thought privately, the life of the wife of She-Ra. Hopefully. If everything went well tonight. She subtly traced the outline of the ring in her pants pocket. The box itself would have been too big and clunky to fix in her pocket, so Glimmer had helped her out and given her a tiny leather pouch to hold it in.

“If she finds the pouch, just say it contains important ambassador information like…IDs!” Glimmer had suggested.

Catra had raised an eyebrow. “We need IDs for Princess Prom?”

“Well no, but…” It was Glimmer’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “You and Adora did miss half the planning meeting, so how would either of you know?”

Catra had smirked. “We were…busy.”

She gave her a decidedly unqueenly shove. “Of course you were, Horde Scum.” Then Glimmer pulled her into a hug. “I’m so happy for you both. Adora’s gonna say yes immediately.” Catra wasn’t worried about her saying no; she knew that Adora loved her more than anything, and they’d been talking about marriage for a while now. No, she was worried that somehow something would go wrong and it wouldn’t be perfect. Adora was as amazing as the moons and the stars—she deserved perfect.

Keep reading

[quetzaly-ameyali]

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix

Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

[ingridverse]

Between the colours and the heavy black lines this looks kinda like stained glass

Some Catadora for you all!

[Image ID. She-Ra sitting on a mound of pillows in her room in Brightmoon. Catra lies on Adora’s lap, while Adora gently holds Catra’s head. Catra is lifting up her arm to stroke Adora’s cheek. Both are looking at each other lovingly. Both are wearing their season 5 costumes. They are both coloured in a soft pink light. The pillows are a mix of pinks, purples and blues, with one having a crescent moon pattern and some stars.

Behind them is a large circular window with a set of mountains, some trees and a waterfall visible. Framed by a blue and purple sky with a large white moon in the background with some yellow and pink clouds. End ID]

[ami-lml]

griddlehark is like SUPER evil catradora

[thesamecatradoraeveryday]

[largemovingtorb]

Retracing her steps, Catra spotted a bend in the hall, one she had no memory of passing before. With a shake of the head, she braced herself for what this place wanted to show her. Based on what happened last time—being pulled through a mirror by a giant spider—it was most likely going to be bad.

Leaning forward to crane her neck around the corner, Catra found a scene spread out before her. A tableau composed of miserable memories stitched together to form a tapestry—a weave forming a pattern, unmistakable in its design: that of a sad childhood.  

Catra saw her unmistakable younger self—a little girl dressed in a red leotard and gray leggings, the knees long torn away from rough play. A mass of stone-gray hair sat upon the head in an unkempt fray, long brown fuzz hanging behind both long black ears. This young version of Catra had not shed her baby fat, and the child clutched with cinnamon hands at her little belly paunch, seeming in pain. Catra’s child self peered up at an imposing figure, a red-robed woman with a crimson mask, the eyes of which were cold and cruel. This was her mother, of course; this was Shadow Weaver. The old witch gazed off in the opposite direction of her ward, contemplating the depths of a gigantic dark crystal in search of more power.

“Shadow Weaver?” Young Catra said. “I don’t feel so good. My tummy hurts,”

The crimson mask did not even bother to turn. “What?”

“My tummy hurts,”

Still not turning, Shadow Weaver waved a hand dismissively. “Why are you telling me? Stop your incessant whining. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

The younger Catra frowned, seeming very confused by this response. “Because you are my mommy,” she said.

Finally, the old witch turned—slowly and with utmost menace. “What did you say? Your what?”

Fear immediately bloomed on the young child’s face, making the older version want to weep. Catra did not need this vision to be reminded of this memory; it was stuck in her heart like a thorn of onyx for all time.

Illustration from my fanfic, Traces of Crimson, the link to which can be found HERE ON AO3

Illustration done on commision from Henar Torinos, a.k.a., @ilikeyoucatradora

[dribbonart]

Looks bad, but I like this joke.

Series ends in season 2.