#super-zrhueiao

[sevens-evan]

36 for catradora? (Maybe in the middle of the war?)

i respect u for empowering my habit of writing scenes where catra almost dies asghsagd. first i wrote her getting skewered in wild things, then the car crash in the roots that sleep, now this. definitely a content warning for some suicidality.

Catra is probably going to die here.

That’s what she thinks about while she bleeds. There’s a hole in her stomach—put there on accident by one of her own damn bots—and she doesn’t know if it’s hit anything vital, but at this point, it doesn’t really matter. She can smell her own blood. She can feel it pooling around her. Too much blood to lose and survive. Even if someone finds her, it isn’t like there’s a lot of other magicats running around available for a blood transfusion. She’s too far gone.

It doesn’t hurt, at least. Catra doesn’t really feel anything. Breathing is getting harder, though, and the edges of her vision are starting to go dark.

There are footsteps somewhere nearby. Catra can’t turn her head and look to see who it is, but when a voice says, “Catra?” she recognizes it.

“Catra,” Adora-as-She-ra says, her face floating into Catra’s view. “Is this—is this your blood?” Catra makes a quiet humming noise. She doesn’t think she can talk, and even if she could, what would there be to say? She and Adora ran out of things to say to each other when Catra tried to end the world.

“Where are you hurt?” Adora is asking. “I can’t tell. I can’t see, there’s too much blood. Catra, tell me where you’re hurt.” Catra can do that. She probably owes Adora that much for pretending to care. It’s nice, to die with someone there wanting her to live. Even if it’s an act, it’s a kind one.

With an inhuman effort, Catra lifts one hand. She flops it down, and it bounces against her body, right over the hole torn through her. That should hurt, probably, but it doesn’t. Nothing hurts.

Nothing has stopped hurting in such a long time.

“Okay,” Adora is saying. “I’ve got you, Catra, okay? I’ve got you. You’re not dying here.” Somewhere in Catra’s dying brain, that registers, and it makes her unhappy. Catra is supposed to die here. It’s supposed to be over.

The world starts to glow, and Catra has heard about this part. Going into the light, the light that brings whatever comes next. She’s going to die today, after all.

As the light wraps around her, Catra smiles.

Catra wakes up alone in a clearing. The world smells like her blood, and her fur is sticky with it, but she can’t find a wound anywhere on her body, and she feels fine. Better, she feels rested. She isn’t sure what left her unconscious, but she remembers a bright light, and a feeling of warmth, and a feeling of peace.

Catra goes back to the Fright Zone and forgets about it.

(Years later, when the war is over and Catra is happy, Adora always makes a point of kissing her stomach—the same spot, a little above Catra’s right hip. Catra never thinks about it enough to ask why.)

[n7punk]

1, 22

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

no but every time i meet a girl and find out she’s gay im immediately thinking about kissing her. I’m not exactly meeting new people during a pandemic though.

2. fictional crushes?

i don’t understand the concept of a fictional crush i’ll be honest. i can list characters i find hot all day long but crush implies there are Feelings involved and idk how you really have feelings for fictional characters?? i have lots of feelings About fictional characters, but that’s different.

[johannas-motivational-insults]

thefirstwetnosaur replied to your post “@cuppyboat replied to your post “I am starting a high school football...”

Rival jocks one hundred percent make more sense but I think ppl are just referencing that one news profile about a female high school football player - story included a photo of a cheerleader helping her with her hair.

@super-zrhueiao replied to your post “@cuppyboat replied to your post “I am starting a high school football...”

Yes, it’s based on that picture which is great bc girls should get to be everything and it is cute so I get why people are doing fanart of it. OP is just pointing out how The Gays are repurposing the standard Straight tropes and end up promoting the same binaries of femme cheerleader/macho jock, particularly in the case of catradora, where catra is put into cheerleader role just bc she’s tinier and less muscly when it doesn’t really fit her character.

See I’m not actually sure that it is simply referencing that story. I’ve seen a fair bit of this trope actually, in art and in writing, and with the art none of the pieces I’ve seen were in that pose from the accompanying photo or seemed to be referencing it in particular. And none of the cheerleader aus I’ve seen contained references/hat tips to that story either. Even if that is what’s inspiring it, the audience doesn’t necessarily know that and will absorb it like it’s just an au somehow inspired by the real story/characters.

Anyway it’s worth noting that in general I just don’t like aus (or even canon stuff) that sacrifices characterization for tropes or plot, which is a big reason why much of my writing is canonverse. This is not just because it’s Catra, though there definitely is a wider trend of Catra being slotted into the “girl” role in these reductive tropes when that is so not her and that’s part of why this irritates me.

[justshamie]

your art is so beautiful and soft... catradora in modern clothes and catra in glasses? so soft... IM DECEASED.. thank you for blessing us

Thank youuuuuu <,: I crie. I also have other evil plans ehehehehe you’re welcome c:

[themaggiezine]

Thank you for the catradora zine and art bundle! I just got both of them on gumroad. I'm looking forward to seeing your art in the new shera pride zine as well!

Thank you so much for your support!! I’m really excited for everyone to see the zine when it gets released next month

[catrasredemption-moved]

the kylo ren apologist asks are so funny lmao it's like if someone went "but I ship the nice version of catrina applesauce meowmeow with adora, not when she's being evil catra"

In this house we only recognize Catrina Applesauce MeowMeow lmao

[superfluouskeys]

Hi there. I first read your fics when the maleficent movie came out but didn't know you had a tumblr so imagine my surprise when I saw your posts. I really like your take on Mal/Aurora and I love The Prisoner and pretty much all your fics, so I'm glad you're writing supercat too. Also Congratulations on publishing a book - I promise I will check it out soon! Thank you for writing!

Aaaaaah, thank you so much, friend!!!!  I’m so glad you enjoy my nonsense!  The book is just a short little thing, just something to kind of get the ball rolling as far as publishing my stuff goes.  I want to publish an edited version of The Prisoner eventually, but I thought it might be a wise idea to start with something smaller than 250k words!

Thank you again so much for your kind words, friend!

[etherianelixir]

They’re together now, @super-zrhueiao. Merry Christmas!

[helenwheelsridesagain]

super-zrhueiao replied to your link “First Time for Everything - HelenWheelsRidesAgain - She-Ra and the...”

@a-tamed-dragon hey, if you'd like to find out more OP has really good posts and here's a good tumblr to start off from too https://asexualsanonymous.tumblr.com/resources

Oooh, very nice! I’ll have to check them out myself! :D

[sevens-evan]

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not a fandom one but! i’m very tired of cis people (and even other trans people) on this website virtue signaling abt how much they care abt trans rights and then only ever talking about or support trans women. obviously trans women deserve support, but some of y’all really act like trans men don’t exist. this website is fucking rampant with erasure of trans men and a lot of people i otherwise like contribute to it.

send me 🔥 for a hot take

[n7punk]

@super-zrhueiao replied to your post “@super-zrhueiao replied to your post “someone take my computer away...”

yes. yes. this is exactly what the doctor prescribed for the useless lesbians who do nothing but pine and refuse to believe that they're really in love or even being loved by each other and come up with the worst excuses to keep being repressed. i am ready to be in Pain.

this honest to god might as well be the fic summary right now. i have an outline for a scene where catra is just watching adora from a distance in public being like. god i wanna go over there and just STAND near her but i cant and she doesnt want me to

[johannas-motivational-insults]

I'd like to read your commentary on the closet scene in Hail Mary!

Well ask and you shall receive, friend! (Commentary is bolded.)

I love this scene. Tbh I first wrote the sardines gag into an original fic I wrote in high school and I’m just nostalgic for it. But it is also a really great way to get characters in close quarters together, so... ;)

As it turns out, Adora does find Catra first. She knows her better than anyone, after all, knows how she gravitates towards small, dark, enclosed spaces for a sense of comfort. (Ah, here’s another instance of Catra behaving like a cat but hopefully in a non-distracting way.) Also, there’s the whole thing about how she used to hide in the closet at home when she was scared, or upset after a disciplinary encounter with Ms. Weaver. It was about the only place she could get privacy in that house, sharing a room with two other girls.

Adora remembers hearing her muted whimpers from behind the slatted doors, knocking gently and being yelled at to go away. She remembers sitting down leaning against said doors, guarding the space while Catra collected herself. (A lovely role reversal here!) In the times when she was scared, for good reason, Adora would eventually be torn away by threat or force, Catra would be ripped from her hiding spot, and the screaming would begin. The screaming and…

Adora prefers not to think about those times. She prefers the memories of after the danger had passed when she could just sit there, a comfort to her friend. On rare occasions Catra would not even allow her that, would shout at her until she left the room. Others, she didn’t tell Adora to go away at all, and Adora would crawl into the darkness and find her curled up on the floor, her face stained with tears. Adora would sit silently and take her head into her lap, gently scratching her scalp and stroking her hair, rubbing her back if it was safe to do so. It always calmed Catra down, and it was soothing for Adora too. It helped keep her hands busy and her mind off of what she’d just heard.

Oh hello my poor little traumatized neurodivergent children, stim to your hearts’ content. (And yes, Catra is also neurodivergent in this fic. It’s only been hinted at so far but later it’s revealed that Catra believes she’s ADHD but she never got a chance to get diagnosed because Weaver just saw her as a troublemaker. And because she’s brown many shrinks or social workers would tend to jump to that conclusion too instead of thinking maybe she has a disorder. It’s a little hat tip to the double standards and obstacles to diagnoses that neurodivergent women and POC have to deal with. And you all get to learn that early because you bothered to read this. :D)

Obviously the wave of nostalgia she’s hit by when she finds Catra once again hiding in a closet is not an entirely pleasant one. But she can’t help a small smile either, both at her victory and at seeing Catra’s face. It’s a natural side effect.

“Hey look, I won,” Adora brags when she spies Catra flattened against the wall on one side

Catra shakes her head slightly, amused. “Of course you did.”

Oh wow, I really didn’t hold back on Catra’s subtle resentment, did I?

Pulling the door shut behind her, Adora steps through the thick curtain of garments. Catra actually picked a pretty good spot - there’s a bunch of coats on that side of the closet that obscure her legs, and with how full the closet is it would be easy for someone peeking past the clothes to miss her.

The positioning may be different, the two of them on more or less equal footing and nursing no physical wounds, but Adora can’t shake the sense of awkwardness, her fear that their previous closet rendezvous are all Catra can think about too. (...Out of context this sounds a little bit like they’ve engaged in BDSM in a closet lmao but no, wrong fic.) And the idea of that is unbearable, especially if Catra’s already upset about Scorpia, so Adora takes it upon herself to break the tension.

“Look at us, back in the closet together,” she cracks, poking Catra in the ribs. “Who woulda thought, after all those Pride parades?”

This joke is stupid and I love it.

Catra brushes her hand away with a scoff. “Speak for yourself, I was never in any closet.” Despite her words of protest, she’s smiling a little. Eyeing Adora up and down, she adds, “And you were always like the ultimate sports dyke, so it’s not like people didn’t know about you either. Even if you didn’t figure it out until we met everyone’s favorite MILF.”

I will never let the Huntadora crush die. Tbh this is a little sad though because Catra doesn’t realize it’s always been her for Adora. She doesn’t let it show but she is kinda sad that from her perspective Huntara was Adora’s gay awakening, not her.

Oh, that definitely went a direction Adora didn’t expect. Brow furrowing, she purses her lips as she weighs the cost of the truth, how much she can divulge before it becomes incriminating. Her voice is quiet and eyes are down when she says, “No, I knew.”

It takes a second for Catra to respond. “What, really?”

Slowly lifting her head, Adora raises her eyebrows as she meets Catra’s confused gaze. “Just because I didn’t talk about it doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”

This is such a pivotal moment, just an understated one because it’s from Adora’s POV.  Catra thinks she knows Adora so well, and the idea that Adora not only intentionally kept something (her awareness of her sexuality) from her but was able to fool her is a shot to the ego.

A tiny scoff escapes Catra’s throat, eyes flicking away as her arms fold over her chest. “Never thought you were that good at keeping secrets,” she remarks. Finally she looks back at Adora, gesturing expectantly. “Well? How long have you known?”

Adora frowns in thought. Not because she doesn’t know the answer, but because there’s no casual way to tell your best friend ‘I’ve wanted to marry you since I knew what marriage was.’

I don’t remember what exactly possessed me to write this line, but once it did I knew it was going to murder you all in cold blood. I really enjoyed all the comments about this one. :D

“Always,” is what she says instead. “I mean I didn’t know what it was, but I was always drawn to other girls, always wanted their attention, wanted to be close to them.”

This is such a mood.

Nodding pensively, Catra stares into the darkness. After a moment she murmurs, “Yeah, me too.”

If only she was saying that to what Adora was thinking, not what she said. Because there’s no way Catra could know, right? She’s smart, but she’s not a mindreader. If she was she probably would have kicked Adora out of her room years ago for being a pervert.

Adora she means the exact same thing as you you fucking walnut!

The crack of the bedroom door opening jolts Adora from her thoughts, making her flinch.

“Shit,” she mutters, pushing forward and flattening against the wall, against Catra. In her haste she bounces off the wall slightly and starts to tip backwards, but a pair of quick hands steadies her hips, pulling her closer. Adora’s eyes flick down to find Catra’s already on her, widened in a clear order to be quiet. Adora can barely bring herself to nod apologetically, dazed by the sight. And their proximity. And the scent of sour candies on Catra’s breath.

Because being stuck in a closet together wasn’t taking advantage of the sardines gag enough, I threw this in here. And Adora’s clumsiness provided a great opportunity for Catra to touch her in an intimate way :D. And idk why but the described experience of the smell of the sour candies on top of the close up of Catra’s eyes and them being pressed together is just overwhelming. That sour candies thing gets me every time I read it.

Suppressing the urge to groan, Adora adjusts her positioning and tips her head down so her forehead is resting against the wall, removing that temptation before it can take hold. (Oh right, that’s why it gets me every time.) She breathes deeply, as quietly as possible, praying to god that Catra will interpret her pounding heartbeat as excitement purely from the game. She can feel Catra’s heart hammering against her rib cage too, can hear it echoing in Catra’s jugular mere inches from her ear. Catra’s hands are sweaty where they’ve wound into Adora’s shirt, trembling slightly in anticipation of being caught. Catra may act like she doesn’t care that much about winning and losing, but Adora knows better than anyone just how competitive she is, how wound up she gets.

Oh for fuck’s sakes Adora. I’m glad people asked for Catra’s perspective of this scene because I think confirming in the next chapter that her body was reacting to the exact same thing Adora’s was is valuable. At least a few readers bought into the ‘Catra is competitive/traumatized about hiding in closets’ thing I had going with Adora as an unreliable narrator, so it was probably best to clear it up.

The closet door opens and they both tense, not daring to breathe. The metal hanger hooks screech along the rod as the seeker parts the sea of garments, the sound making Adora wince. The light suddenly flooding their dark space doesn’t help in that regard either. She squeezes her eyes shut with the tiniest little whimper and one of Catra’s hands taps gently against her waist, acknowledging her discomfort and offering solace.

Idk how many people have noticed but I have this running theme of Adora being especially averse to sounds as a sensory sensitivity thing. And the fact that Catra knows and consistently acknowledges it in small ways just makes my heart happy.

In seconds it’s over and the person is closing the closet door, then the bedroom door on their way out. Adora expels as heavy a breath as she dares and whispers, “Phew, that was close.” She starts to pull away and lower her arms from where she’s braced them against the wall, bracketing Catra’s head. (That visual *eyes emoji*) But she doesn’t get very far.

Catra’s arms are locked in place, fingers still clinging to Adora’s shirt. Resting her elbows on Catra’s shoulders, Adora pulls her head back to get a good look at her face. She arches her eyebrows questioningly but Catra’s eyes are fixed firmly on the opposite wall of the closet, refusing to meet hers. Frowning in concern, Adora brushes a thumb over the baby hairs on the back of Catra’s neck. “Catra?”

Still Catra doesn’t respond. Not with words anyway. It’s just a tiny movement, but when her shoulders curl forward into Adora just a little bit, Adora clues in. Sometimes you just need a hug when you’re sad. She gets it.

God damnit. Catra doesn’t want to let go because she’s yearning, not because she’s sad. Why you gotta be like this, Adora? (She says as though she didn’t write it.)

Slowly leaning back in, Adora wraps her arms around Catra’s shoulders. She sighs in relief when she feels Catra respond, relaxing in her grip and slumping slightly to rest her chin on her shoulder. Squeezing a little tighter, she nuzzles into the curve of Catra’s shoulder in response, breathing her in. Catra smells… like Catra. It’s a scent Adora could never quite put a finger on, something uniquely her, but it’s the most comforting smell she knows. It smells like safety, and tenderness, and just a little bit of mischief.

Adora could fall asleep in these arms, in the peace they bring her mind. She has, many times. When they were kids Catra ended up sleeping on her bed more often than not, sprawled half on top of Adora with her head on her chest. Though technically she was usually the one holding Catra, and Catra was often the one seeking comfort, it made Adora feel safer too. It felt a little like Catra was guarding her in the night, and the pressure pinning her to the mattress felt so good. So… secure. They’ve always been better together, perfectly suited to each other’s needs. Adora can't even imagine a life without Catra as her closest companion, and she doesn't want to.

Is that a reference to the torment of canon? Yes, yes it is. Is it also foreshadowing of how agonizing it would be for Adora if she and Catra ever had a falling out? ...maybe.

Absentmindedly brushing her fingers through Catra’s hair, Adora’s pulled out of her head by Catra’s low hum next to her ear. The long lost sound makes her lips turn up. She always used to tease Catra about how she purrs like an actual cat. Not quite, but… it’s nice. It’s soothing.

Rubbing her cheek against Catra’s ear in a similarly feline fashion, Adora chuckles, “Yeah, I miss this too.”

A quiet snort is muffled in her shoulder, Catra’s back puffing out against the arm still slung across her shoulders. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Okay,” says Adora. So she holds her close, and doesn’t say another word.

Maybe this is all she’ll ever get from Catra, holding and comforting her after others have hurt her. But it’s enough. It has to be.

Adora, NO, shut up! She loves you!

Ughhhh well this scene is super cute and super frustrating, both of which want to make me throw things. But that’s very on brand for this fic.

[sevens-evan]

The first time they slept together in roots

that was a super fun scene to write! it was actually pretty spicy by my standards lmao, even tho it didn’t even merit a rating bump. so i was a little nervous just because of that, but i’m really happy with how it turned out.

i think i did a good job starting with a playful, flirty kind of energy; i find catradora banter really easy and fun to write. the switch to emotional intensity when catra takes her sleeve off was the hard part. the whole scene kind of turns on a dime at that moment, and i was very conscious that it could feel abrupt or choppy. i spent most of my editing time for that chapter working on that transition of mood. but i think it really captures the dimensions of their relationship in roots—they’re very capable of having fun together, making each other laugh, but underneath it all there’s like thirty layers of childhood trauma, and it’s that intensity that scares catra so much. i wanted to have both of those aspects in that scene.

i also really enjoyed writing adora in that scene. she’s very gentle and attentive and concerned about catra, and i think it ended up being really sweet. made myself feel lonely askjghsalkd

ask me for director’s notes on any fic or scene!

[sevens-evan]

💀

“I read your letters,” Catra says. Adora’s eyes widen.

send me anything in an ask for a sneak peek at the last chapter of the roots that sleep

[sevens-evan]

How about the bathroom scene/high school flashbacks in general for roots? I loved the pining

BRO those were so fucking fun to write. every single one of them. the bathroom scene was partially inspired by an ask prompt i got, but i took it and just. went absolutely feral. the homecoming scenes were Very inspired by my relationship with this girl who i went to a dance with my junior year of high school. she did not like me but really, really acted like she did. so i took that weird, uncertain vibe and twisted it around into a much angstier and much more obvious and reciprocal tension. adora wearing a hawaiian shirt to the dance was another self indulgent choice, i did that shit multiple times. the homecoming scenes are probably my favorite high school flashbacks, just because they get so close to kissing and so close to confessing to each other and simply don’t do it. that kind of intense, unresolved tension is so much fun to write, i can’t even explain it.

the rest of the happy high school flashbacks are inspired by a different person i had a thing for in high school ashgdlsa. i was very in love with someone who i didn’t think Could love me back, and i have all of these crystal clear memories of sitting in cars with them or walking around the park together and just. feeling a Lot. that was what fed the ‘perfect day’ flashbacks, where they skip school to goof off downtown. it’s not directly pulled from my life, but that thought adora has of ‘i don’t ever have to talk about it, i’ll be happy enough just to love her’ is definitely derivative, and i think it’s very in character for adora, too.

their first kiss scene was one of my favorites to write from the whole fic. i feel like it recontextualizes the whole rest of the story. like, the reason they’re so willing to do a friends with benefits thing—because they’ve kissed without it being a big deal (or so they think) before; the reason they’re so intense about each other; the reason they’re both so willing to admit that they loved the other person back then; the reason they both know that something was going on between them in high school. i had a lot of fun revealing it at the last minute and explaining so much of the tension throughout the rest of the fic.

ask me for director’s notes on any fic or scene!

[sevens-evan]

you don't have to share anything for this ask i just wanted to say that i'm not ready for roots to be over tbh

bro i’m not either oh my god...i’ve been putting off working on editing chapter 11 because i don’t want to finish it...i know i’m writing the epilogue after this chapter goes up but it’s just. not the same tbh. i love my lil fic so much