#raah too many. tags.

[rockintapper]

drew soem,, space kicers YAY!!! and ocs

[reggie-the-dyke]

REGGIE MAKES AN ENTRANCEEE

the bmc brainrot is real

raah hellos and welcome to my blog !! you don’t have to read this before interacting, but i’d like it if you did :]

i go by many names, but my current preferences are atlas or regulus. friends can use nicknames (please do,) she/he/it/star/any pronouns :3 my gender is. idk it’s somethin’

my current main interests/hobbies are: - be more chill - stardew valley - art - writing (specifically one story i’m planning on writing) - my ocs rrrrgrgrggrrgrh starts foaming at the mouth - musical theatre - marauders era fandom (fuck jkr) - greek mythology - schitt’s creek - the stanley parable

dating avery (@corrine-the-simp) and zeph (no tumblr :[) the loveliest <33

please add a trigger warning for emetophobia, shark week (afab periods), excessive talk of blood/gore, real person death, getting blood drawn, and talk about anything overly disturbing

more under the cut (other names, less prominent interests, tags)

name hoard !! (order of preference) atlas / regulus / io / wisteria / dove / callisto / hestia / ella / athena again pleasepleasepleaaase use nicknamessss :333

other things i’m less interested in include: - riordanverse (percy jackson / heroes of olympus / trials of apollo / magnus chase / kane chronicles / other single books) - other miscellaneous book series such as: - the wingfeather saga - the magic thief - the land of stories + a tale of magic - gideon the cutpurse trilogy - the penderwicks - several neil gaiman books (unfortunately, the milk / odd and the frost giants / the graveyard book) - steven universe

i don’t have any specific dni, just stuff like homophobes, transphobes, terfs, radqueers etc.

and finally, tags i use !! (or rather, will begin using- i’m not gonna go through and update all the tags on all my posts though so only ones after this will use them)

#screaming into the void - random shitposts and talking to myself. also just random things that pop into my head

#reggie rebagels - reblogging stuffs

#ocs!!! - yapping about my ocs :3

#atlas art - art art arty arttt (will usually be an oc, and therefore have that tag too)

#writing?! - anything about writing stuffs

#dead people circus - talking about the aforementioned story thing i’m working on

#catposting - yapping about my kitties

#the answererrrrr - answering asks

#friend !! - talkinf to friends

#girlfriend !!!!! - ave <33333333

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Normality is a weird thing, she learned. A difficult state that she had never known. Even the glimpse that she had seen just after her arrival in the Rebellion's ranks had not been easy going.

Normality is peace. It's what she didn't get while growinp up. It's a world where She-Ra can rest and she can learn to be just Adora. Not a hero, not a traitor, not a Force Captain, not an war-orphan,... Just herself.

Normality is hard, even if it shouldn't be. It's challenging but so worth it. She's not alone either in this new kind of adventure. There's Bow and Glimmer. Always supporting and just the best friends that she could have asked. And, of course, there's Catra.

Catra for who that sense of normality is even more difficult. Catra who fight with her own demons and isn't always ready to share them.

Since the end of the war, there's good and bad days. Steps forward that are made and stillness. The first time is the hardest. Because in the dawn of peace, Adora still floats miles above Etheria. The descent is all the more painful. Fear is fast to come feastering in her insecurities. Yes, she got her back. Yes, she loves her. But it doesn't means it's perfect. The wounds are still there. Days, weeks, months, to live like ennemies. And she feels it, understands it. For these wounds to become scars, she needs her. She needs Catra by her side and she terrified to lose her again to the shadows.

***

It's weird. Being back to Brightmoon. There are thousands of things to do. The castle requests repairs and the people a stability that only Glimmer can offer, a lesson that she had learned before. Glimmer needs space to reign and build herself as a sovereign. Adora undestand that but sometimes she had to repeat it to herself, had to restrict herself to give the chance to Glimmer to ask for help. Feeling useful is only more satisfying but it's not like she can adapt to change in one day. Leading was like a sweet drug and sometimes she gave in to the temptation to listen to that instinct build on the battlefront. To avoid making this mistake too often, she learned to take a step back from time to time. Fresh air and long ride on Swift Wind's back helped.

But tonight, she had left the queen's office a little too late. Glimmer was still working there despite the late hour and Bow was enjoying a rare night off with the boys. Aka Swift Wind and Sea Hawk, before the latter returns to the sea. Well, they said boys night but she was pretty sure that Mermista tagged along. The others princesses not being in Brightmoon at the moment, she found herself alone at that specific time who sometimes was the hardest.

Her room seemed too empty. Too silent. She hated it. She was restless with nothing to occupy her mind except bad thoughts. They always seemed to creep on her at night, enjoying the dark and loneliness.

"Raah."

Peace was complicated because of that. At war, there was less time to think. Even in the Fright Zone, she rarely got lost in the thoughts. Shadow Weaver's planning for her cadets was made for that. A soldier who didn't think too much saw no reason to disobey.

But now she had time, and space, and Bow said that she needed that to heal.

Catra hadn't shown up today, another thing who didn't help.

I want to see her.

She allowed herself to thing so now. It was no longer necessary to chase this thought away because Catra was back by her side and that she no longer needed to protect her heart.

Maybe I can.

Living with Catra was like walking on thin ice these days. She never knew what her approach would cause. Some days, she locked herself up for hours, refusing to see anyone. If she forced too much, the sharp edges that made up Catra's armor resurfaced. Hence the closed door and silent treatment. In her own way, Catra was protecting her.

These days, there were dark furrows dug under her eyes and she refused to eat.

Well... I'm already here.

Her feet had carried her mindlessly in front of Catra's room. Not that it was that difficult, their bedrooms were only separated by a few meters.

A little anxious, she knocked. She hated being so hesitant. Truth be told, she now finally understood how lost she was when it came to relationships. Love wasn't new, but being aware of her feelings and that they were returned, totally was.

No response.

Stung by these thoughts she didn't want to have, she pushed the door open.

The room was dark, the curtains drawn but a little agitated by the breeze.

"Catra ?"

No one was on the bed but she felt her presence. She had always been odly aware of Catra when she was not looking to sneak up on her.

Adora found her by the corner, buried in a nest of blankets and pillows.

"This bed is too soft, right ?"

Catra said nothing but she saw her ears flutter, sign that she was listening to her despite her closed eyes.

Taking the silence for an invitation, she settled down next to her. Close enough to feel her warmth, but not enough to touch her.

"I don't want to be alone."

Communication. Bow said that it was the key to avoid misunderstangings. She was not always sure to proceed well, eloquence wasn't her thing. She preferred action.

"Well, s'not like I just don't want that. I wanted to see you."

See you, feel you, make sure you were there. So many things that she couldn't say. Yet, Catra seemed to understand, seemed to accept the unspoken words.

Adora felt her move, felt her hand slip into hers. I'm here, seemed to be the message behind the gesture.

The distance gradually melts, each space filled by warmth. She put her forehead against Catra's shoulder, breathing her in.

She was there. Alive. Hers, somehow.