Pairings: Adora/Catra (Catradora). Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018).
Rating: T. Chapters: 4/9(ish). Words: 21k so far.
Summary: When Catra is eleven, she finds out there’s truth in the myth that cats have nine lives.
When she is twelve, she finds out her unnatural life has consequences, and at fourteen she struggles to hide the effects that build with each accident.
At sixteen she falls in front of the entire school. That’s the death where she is finally forced to run before they realize something is wrong with her and put her in a lab or something. She never would have expected herself to willingly be sitting in one six years later as one of her new best friends – the ones who picked her up after she had to leave the girl she loved and herself behind – runs test after test trying to find out why she’s like this.
At twenty-two she finds the love of her life again. When she touches her, she blacks out.
(The Nine Lives AU)
Listening to the rumbling of the others voice through his chest, he was filled with comfort. Despite the fact that Kylo was speaking of leaving him again. He listened patiently, though he knew what it meant.
Recovery, alone in his room. Well, alone in Kylo's room...until the mattress was replaced. Raising his head with a groan, he studied his face for a moment, " Do you --would you---" he stopped and sighed briefly, " when I'm feeling ---when I've had more time to recover, do you think---would I be allowed to---have something to occupy my day?"
He immediately hated that he sounded like a child asking permission to read a book or something as menial. "it's ---it's just that it would ---likely help me maintain---uh--mental clarify and --help with my --overall transition into the Order..."
Stumbling over his explanation, he continued, " I know you're very busy---and rightly so--" pausing he bit his lower lip, wincing in pain, he had forgotten the cut already, " it would be unfair to assume that you can be with me at all times, and you don't trust anyone else with me......Im-- just -- just trying to help...trying to be useful."
He let his head fall back down to the others chest, he didn't want to see any look of disappointment in his eyes.
That’s right. This is a mug of hot cocoa, paired with a piece of pie from which a faint cloud of warmth is rising. And although she would have likely made it taster had she been home where the familiarity of her kitchen helps her, Ríane has no right to be picky. In the face of survival, no one does.
“Take this. Somethin’ ‘s tellin’ me you’ve seen better days.” She is no housewife, and neither is she the typical hostess - else her home would have been in the upper floor of a tavern, or a hostel. But this doesn’t mean she won’t offer the stranger something warm. “It’s cold as balls outside today, innit? I think these can help with that.” Of course, it’s up to you if you accept the warm food, or tell her that you’re not hungry.
But she isn’t lying. The temperatures will keep falling until the night...
god i wish i wouldn't have to explain the intricacies of the neopets economy to you guys to give the full context for this but. the new neopets team that took over from jumpstart pledged that they were going to curb the inflation of rare items, which is great because a lot of rare items are worth literally hundreds of millions of neopoints, they are unbuyable unless you've been playing actively for 20 years. they did this earlier with a site festival that included random loot boxes, some of which had Unbelievably Fucking Rare And Precious items worth 200 million neopoints apiece.
well.
today they have gone a step further. by releasing this year's trick-or-treat bags. and having the trick-or-treat bags be stuffed to the brim with unbelievably fucking rare stamps, weapons, paint brushes, defense magic, and other unbuyables. (all prohibitively expensive and in-high-demand types of items.)
jellyneo, the premier neopets website, has recorded prices of some items plummeting from 2,000,000 neopoints to 4,000 neopoints IN THE LAST THREE HOURS. this is when most people haven't even heard about the event or OPENED THEIR BAGS YET.
and of course. cherry on top. 20-year-old account holders are crytyping on the site events neoboard about how mean and cruel it is to make rare stamps part of the prize pool, because their entire identity hinges on being part of the neopian bourgeoisie, and they are having MELTDOWNS over their assets being devalued until they're part of the lowly proletariat.
Tumblr would literally rather arbitrarily delete the accounts of trans women on this site with uncharacteristic amounts of speed than address even one genuine instance of harassment. They've already lost one harassment lawsuit and they immediately decided it was more worth their time to continue on the exact same path. They KNOW what they're doing. With staff like this, the only way to see genuine change on this site is going to be to make it more of a problem for them to not address this issue.