#gossamumbra

[clawead]

                disparate hues widened as a familiar sight entered her gaze . disbelief lodged itself so deep within the feline’s throat she felt it burn into her chest , falling still to her stomach , planting a seed of confusion that ached . lips parted to speak :   ❝   shadow weaver   ?   ❞   though tone was weaken , broken under years of torment   &   trauma , it was still comprehensible .                 however true feelings would rear their ugly head   &   a need to protect adora , herself , tarnished that desire   —   core exposed ; rage was quick to take control .

                stygian claws flexed from their sheathe as teeth bared , adopting a defensive stance .   ❝   what are you doing here   ?   you’re supposed to be dead   !   ❞   those words stung far worse than she had anticipated   —   the realisation that she had lost her only mother - figure was a hard subject to swallow . yet here she stood , defying that very acceptance   &   that just made catra all the more furious .

                                                     @gossamumbra​​ s.c

[definedwill]

@gossamumbra​ - “Oh, the way is dark and long, but I’m already gone.” 

"if that is what you desire.” 

sitting at the edge of camp, white robes stark against the blackness of the night, hordak watches the woman. the war is over now, he thinks; there is no need for this mystery, for her ability to say nothing and everything at the same time. he leans over, crossing an arm over each knee, and softens his gaze. 

“i am to... go to beast island, clean up what i did there. perhaps, if you are truly looking to survive in this new world, shadow weaver, you could find something of your own to clean up.” green eyes narrow. “something that takes EFFORT, that you... DO NOT want to face. instead of just hiding in the forest like a fairy tale hag.”

“although you do play that role quite adequately.”

[catrition]

❝ you don’t have to talk. we can just sit together. ❞ ((post S5?

@gossamumbra

Just that voice alone was enough to make Catra’s skin crawl. Even as an ear twitched in the direction from which the voice came, she didn’t dare turn her head to look. She didn’t know which possibility was worse: Shadow Weaver’s physical presence or the unending torment stemming from the memory of Shadow Weaver. How many manifestations of a woman who wasn’t physically present had Catra confronted already? How many more would she have to fight off before she could finally find peace?

“Why would I do that?”

Catra’s voice was little more than a hiss, her words choked by some unidentifiable emotion in her throat. As much as she wanted to bolt, to go somewhere Shadow Weaver simply couldn’t follow, Catra’s legs were rooted to the ground. Was it a spell binding her in place, or was her own body betraying her? Neither possibility seemed particularly appealing to Catra. 

Even her tail remained still, an oddity for Catra in and of itself. She wouldn’t turn her head, even as each passing second heightened the temptation for her to look, to verify whether she was hallucinating Shadow Weaver’s voice yet again. But she would restrain herself. She couldn’t look. She couldn’t allow Shadow Weaver to witness emotion on Catra’s face in the event that she really was there. She couldn’t allow Shadow Weaver the satisfaction of having Catra’s full attention.

[adcrka-a]

@gossamumbra said : “ oof! “ 

your muse is laying on the couch, send " oof! " for mine to suddenly pounce on them.

      “ shadow weaver ! “ never in her short life had adora managed to catch her guardian off guard , but apparently there was a first time for everything .  for a moment she paused and tried to gauge the sorceress’s reaction to being startled . “ i wannted to tell you aboout my times today ! I beat the record ! “

[adheeles]

gossamumbra replied to your post: one day catra’s going 2 lick someone n they’re...

//did she ever try n lick shadow weaver as baby

no but shes definitely licked adora

[onechosen]

‘ you have the control and… they like you. ’

˗ˏˋ prompt | @gossamumbra | accepting ! ˊˎ˗

❝ No. I have power. ❞ Adora feels strongly enough to make the distinction. In her rune stone , in the blade , her reflection stares back at her , blue eyes hardened and perhaps more serious than they have ever been. She hasn’t let the sword out of her sight since that day. Next to Shadow Weaver she is guarded , and behind her walls – unsure. Adora wants to ask for help. She is reluctant to go to Light Hope , after everything , and even more reluctant to confide in the woman standing next to her. ❝ That’s not the same as having control. ❞

At the mention of her friends , her eyes go soft , vulnerable for an instant before she snaps them shut. Though surely that’s not enough to hide from the woman who raised her. She knows what lies beneath Adora’s surface better than anyone else – perhaps with the exception of Catra. 

Adora wants to help Glimmer through this , as she steps into a role of leadership , but she doesn’t know what to propose – what to do – what to say. Not when she still feels like it should have been her. 

❝ …I would have stayed behind for them. ❞ It’s so easy to revisit that moment in her mind , to feel the Queen’s arms around her before she – sacrificed herself. Before Adora could. And she would have , without a thought , in a heartbeat , despite all her qualms about destiny and having a say in what happens to her. ❝ For them and for all of Etheria. It seemed right. Like that was what I was supposed to do. Now I – I don’t know. ❞

[quartzlegacy-archive]

@gossamumbra

where.. was he? rubbing the back of his neck, steven grimaced slightly and let out a small breath, before he took a moment to look around. he wasn’t exactly sure what this place was, but.. it didn’t look good. a contrast to the bright, sunny home he knew, this place was dark and foreboding, plumes of smoke rising up from gloomy and towering buildings. 

he pulled out his phone, tapping at it for a moment before quickly deducing he could get no signal or try to find out where he was. he.. was pretty stuck. he shuddered slightly, already disliking the overall feel of the place.

“i don’t think this is anywhere near beach city..”

[catrascratched]

@gossamumbra

Thus far, the search for Shadow Weaver had been fruitless.

      At least the black garnet was safe- Scorpia had already checked on it seven separate times- but Lonnie and the others gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary, and she was beginning to worry that the escapee was long gone by now.             How would they explain that to Hordak? Scorpia wondered if it was even possible to make something up about a broken lock or a surprise attack... and then there was Catra...        Catra had been gone for a long time too. Entrapta gave no indication of knowing of the feline’s whereabouts, which further instilled Scorpia with a selfless panic.

Eventually her search lead her to the outskirts of The Fright Zone, where Scorpia’s efforts produced more of the same thing: nothing. The princess was on the verge of giving up on the outer walls and just going back in to check on the black garnet one more time, when a blur of motion caught the corner of her eye.

Peering into the surrounding trees, Scorpia discovered a familiar image between the darkened branches of the whispering woods: a bushy haired shadow, waving for her attention. Scorpio’s heart fluttered with joy and relief when she recognized the silhouette.

                                                       “Catra?”       As the name left her lips, the figure turned and disappeared into the woods. 

      Scorpia gave chase without much thought, the worry that had been accumulating over the past few hours canceling out any suspicions, even when the shadow scampered deeper and deeper in the trees, always staying just out of the light, never slowing down despite Scorpia’s multiple pleas to wait up.

At long last, however, the image slowed down, standing stagnant in the darkened corner of a clearing. Scorpia wasn’t sure if she recognized the location, but right now she was just thankful for a chance to catch her breath as she stumbled into the the open grass, letting out a relieved laugh as she walked into the moonlit field.

“Man Wildcat... you’re... you’re fast!”

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you and- heh...      ... not going to lie, part of me was afraid Shadow Weaver got to you first.”

[lightcharged]

gossamumbra replied to your post: my mom dated shadow sneezer,,,,,,

“this technically makes me ur other mommy”

         “ does that make adora my sister ? “

[clawead]

                           MEME   |   ACCEPTING.

    ANONYMOUS ASKED: doubltroubl, scientrapta, fatedimperfect, gossamumbra, definedwill, errantclone

@doubltroubl

we haven’t really interacted a whole lot beyond a single thread , that is in the very early stages . BUT i am very much in love with cryptid’s double trouble already   ! ! !   it doesn’t take much to get me hooked to certain muses , but they pull off their personality so well   &   i’m really excited to see where this thread takes their relationship   !

@scientrapta​

we   (   unfortunately   )   haven’t interacted   &   that really disappoints me   !   i’m to blame , as i’ve been mostly absent   &   i’m also terrible at reaching out to new people . but from what i’ve seen , they’re a wonderful entrapta   &   they really capture the quirky aspects of her character   !   if you ever need another catra to roleplay with , please hit me up . i am just constantly shy   &   you’re cool .

@fatedimperfect​

another person i have yet to interact with   &   again , solely on my behalf   !   i love hordaks , all of them . please , give me the interactions with these trauma babies . i would love to thread with your hordak   !

@gossamumbra​

have you ever just ... vibed with someone   &   their muse so much   ?   if you want the best portrayal of shadow weaver , look no further   !   i adore when people can roleplay manipulative characters correctly . having roleplayed a few myself   (   why do i have a villain kink   ?   )   i can really appreciate the amount of time   &   effort that goes into breaking down a character like shadow weaver   &   writing out her strongest aspects with such detail . also , amazing person   !   we haven’t talked too much , but they’re very understanding   &   just an all - round welcoming person   &   that’s such a positive trait to have   !

@definedwill​

an exceptionally well written hordak . i love moss’s portrayal   &   the depth they put into their headcanons . i love that , despite their trouble within canon , we’re delving into a story of recovery   &   bonding , even if it’s through their shared trauma   &   experiences . also their writing style   ?   TOP TIER . i can really imagine the scene with so much depth   &   detail in my head   &   it’s great . the only thing that would make their hordak better is ... rocket . rocket hordak . do it . don’t let me down .

@errantclone​

AN. ABSOLUTE. BEAN. i love vhet so much   &   holly’s portrayal of him is just chefs kiss magnifique . the interactions between catra   &   vhet are so wholesome   &   just give me so much joy . both of them calling each other   “   brother   ”   &   “   sister   ?   ”   i’m soft . usually i portray catra as very closed - off   &   unable to accept those around her , so it’s a huge breath of fresh air to bring out a more positive side in her when she confides in vhet . 

[imso-muchstronger-blog]

@gossamumbra cont’d from here! 

The young feline didn’t know why, but something had called her into this room. Maybe it was just childlike curiosity, but perhaps it was more. Something about this room intrigued her. And when she saw the familiar red cloak of her caregiver? Well, she just had to try it on. She was standing with her back to the door, the small kitten attempting to adjust the cloak over her shoulders. When she heard the door open, she had assumed it’d be Adora at first. 

But, the steps and the harsh hand in her hair were dead giveaways. Shadow Weaver. Her muscles stiffened, eyes widening as her ears lowered down to the sides of her head. For a small second, she was frozen at hearing the words, just standing there, eyes wide and small frame just barely trembling

“I--I just wanted to try it on.” 

Her voice was quick and careful at first, until she heard the others question. Be like her? Should she even answer that? She managed a tiny nod despite the hand in her hair, her eyes flickering down to the cloak. She wouldn’t verbally say yes, but she hoped the small nod would be enough. 

[definedwill]

gossamumbra replied to your post: [ blasting the power of love at full volume ]...

//which power of love there are at least three well known ones

huey lewis and the news, bAYBEE

[adcrka-a]

((WAIT ACTUALLY)) reads to them ((Or both if u want

Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine.

     “ Do all Princesses eat little kids, or is it only the one in this story? “ Adora asked, looking up at the woman. “ I know they’re all bad, but do they all do different bad things?”

[adheeles]

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

   it was a dull pain in her arm , years of being subjected to the electrical crackling of the electricity had caused her to build up a resistance . she didn’t cry like she used to . she didn’t look up with the pleading eyes of a child like she used to . the only thing in her eyes now was a cold , calculating , anger . the pressure brought on the wound was nothing in comparison to the built up aggression she had towards the ‘ matronly ’ figure . what left her mouth wasn’t a yowl of pain , it was something sharp and cutting . like the edge of a knife . 

   “ Are we done here ? I have places to be . Hordak gave me another mission . ” it was in the smallest ways that she showed her growth ; that showed that she was bigger than shadow weaver could ever hope to be . the way she snatched her arm away , how she walked with her head still held high even after this . there was satisfaction in it . but it would feel more satisfying , she thought , when she could finally rend that woman’s head from her shoulders .

[sweet-smarts]

🌷 eclipsa!

Send ‘🌷’ to hear my muse talk about their mother, or a mother figure.

   “You want to know about my mother?” All the vim and vigor in her countenance drains away, leaving a deep chasm of silence. What remains resembles nothing of the chipper, whimsical young woman who once stood before you, and you suppose now is as good a time as any to put your foot in your mouth.

   At length, Eclipsa contemplates this appeal for further information before finally offering a disconsolate sigh - a bitter, empty sound. “Well… Solaria Butterfly was a fierce, handsome warrior-queen who valued her kingdom. Unfortunately she was also a warmonger– ruthless, bloodthirsty, and cared nothing of the suffering she inflicted on the monsters. In fact, she enjoyed it. Reveled in it. 

   “Her malice for them was unparalleled, and she went so far as to amass an army enhanced by her magic - The Solarian Army. But such power doesn’t come without a cost, you know, and they paid dearly for their blind dedication. Ah.. but I suppose I’m getting a bit off-topic, aren’t I?

   “Anyway.. as a parent my mother was kind, but.. undeniably controlling. She loved me, I’m certain, but not for who I was– who I am– she loved me as a symbol. I was her sweet, clever little star - meant to ascend to the throne and marry a stuffy, spoilt aristocrat of her choosing,” Delicate features contort into a sneer of disgust at the recollection of her late ex-husband Shastacan, and then her expression darkens further. “To obediently carry out my duties as queen while she no doubt loomed over my shoulder to keep me in line. But, she never lived to see my coronation. Her thirst for war caught up to her in the end. 

  “I can’t bear to think of what she’d do if she could see me now. Married to the 'Prince of Darkness', with a half-monster daughter…” Her grip on her wand tightens and she swallows thickly, shaking the thought away. “I wish things could have been different– I really do, but it’s pointless to dwell on it now. So if it’s all the same to you, love, I think I’d like to move onto something a bit more lighthearted.”

[lastfallen]

🛑

Send 🛑 to stop my muse from doing something dangerous.   _________________________________________________________

It was very… strange, this situation Holly had found themselves in. This person, a supposed ‘rescuer’ from the monstrous beast in front of them, terrified the child far more than the giant fanged spider did. The only reason they had guessed this person was trying to help them was because of a clawed hand which tightly gripped their shoulder, almost painfully so to stop them from moving forward. Holly had been about to approach the spider creature to soothe it, much like what they’d done countless times before with other monsters they’d come across. Something like that probably would look a bit reckless and dangerous to anyone else watching from afar-

Yet the young human who’d been about ready to stand face to face with an enormous insect, shuddered violently when they caught a glimpse of the woman garbed in heavy blood red cloaks. Perhaps it was the fact that her face was covered by a frightening mask, or how her hair seemed to float around her as if she were in water, but everything in Holly told them to scream and run away as fast as they could!

But they didn’t. Holly was frozen in place, watching this stranger with wide eyes and at the mercy of whatever she had in mind…