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PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER

new catradora-heavy chapter coming soon! here’s an excerpt—some fluff before the chaos

I Am Hers, She Is Mine

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“She is … difficult."

Adora didn't understand, not at first. How could she? Catra was not something you could learn about second-hand.

But ultimately, Angella's warning proved true: Catra was difficult.

She was mean. Cold. She hated most things … but Adora quickly learned there was one thing she liked.

Fighting. And most of all, Catra liked fighting Adora.

Nails dug into her shoulders as she wrestled Catra to the ground.

“Adora! You idiot, get … get off!” the Lannister cried, her voice cracking with desperation.

They had been fencing in Winterfell’s courtyard. Catra was winning—as usual. She was better with a sword, no question. But Adora was bigger. Stronger. 

And Catra resented it. Hated it. Craved it.

“I might,” Adora teased, not moving one inch. She cupped her elbows behind Catra’s back, pulling them even closer together. “If you admit that I beat you …”

Catra scoffed, then growled. She bared her fangs and gnashed her teeth, coating her opponent’s face with spit. 

Adora’s grin didn’t even budge.

“Not happening,” Catra hissed, sinking her claws deeper.

Catra was difficult. 

She was brash and hostile, prone to shouting and swearing. But sometimes, she smiled. And with Adora, she even laughed … 

“Adora, Adora! STOP!”

“Not until you say it! You like me."

Her fingers were relentless, prodding and pushing and petting, leaving Catra a writhing mess of gasps and growls atop her bed.

Then came the laughter.

Raspy, weak … an unused muscle. But Adora was determined to work it, strengthen it. Until Catra was as adept at joy as she was with a sword.

Catra was difficult. 

She hated hugs—hugs, of all things. She would tense, growl, sometimes even run.

But with Adora? She stayed.

“Adora …” Catra groaned as she was pulled into a tight embrace. But she didn’t flinch or fight.

Instead, the little lion’s paws settled on Adora’s hips. They trembled.

Adora tightened her hug in response.

“Happy name day, Catra.”

Catra was difficult. 

More than anything, she despised kisses. To kiss Catra was to invite a scratch, a cut … or worse.

But then, there was that morning …

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more soon! 👑 🐉 ⚔️

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someone on twitter is trying to claim that use of an em-dash is an indication of AI-generated writing because it’s “relatively rare” for actual humans to use it. skill issue

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Remake 👀

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Hello tyzula nation I'm back from the dead or something like that

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I posted a bunch of old art over on twitter and this is one I did last year that never got posted 🙃 It can live on the ol' tumbl as well (:

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"Catra clutched her bloody instrument like a lover’s hand. She stepped over the corpse with a shaky breath, took Queen Weaver’s seat atop the Iron Throne … and waited."

✨ I Am Hers, She Is Mine 🔥 SPoP x ATLA Crossover | Game of Thrones AU 📜 Word Count: 115,679 (ongoing) 🔥 Rating: E ⚠️ Warnings: major character death, graphic violence, smut 💞 Ships: Catradora, Korrasami, Zutara, Tyzula

i've been working on this bizarre, beast of a fic for a while. figured it was time to share. valar morghulis ⚔️🐉

thank you to @sitapolliene on Instagram for the wonderful art