Imagine: catpeople who cant help purring around their favorite people and they fucking hate it.
The first example as to how to apply this to writing was a She-Ra fic where Catra starts purring around Adora and can't stop so she starts avoiding her and there's angst and a tearful confession and shit
A spop angst for catra, placed after the series ends.
tw for implications of mind control, manipulation and overall toxic relationships.
It had been months since she-ra had finally rid Prime from Hordak's mind and their lives for good, months since the best friend quartet had promised each other things would be better from now on, months since they'd set out into space again to fight back any remains of what Prime left behind on other worlds.
They'd re-entered space much more prepared for the travel this time, leaving etheria in the hands of Glimmer's father and the rest of the princesses. Hordak and Entrapta insisted on joining for a bunch of reasons catra honestly couldn't care any less about.
Adora had assured her things would take time to feel..normal...to feel okay again. She understood it took time to heal and get passed things, but there was so much to work through..
Horde Prime may be gone but it sure as hell didn't feel like it to her. The scar from the chip on the back of her neck still hadn't fully healed over, often times she still felt like it was there..the thought of still being connected to that hive mind made her fur stand on end and sent an incredibly discomforting shiver down her spine.
Catra tried to push the thoughts away and get some sleep, curled up on her side next to a snoring adora who was currently sprawled out comfortably taking up more than just her side of the bed.
just sleep, just sleep... she'd repeat to herself, unable to focus on the sound of adora sleeping which in the old days would have helped put her to sleep in no time...
A second voice echoed in the back of her mind, no matter how small it was it was there and no matter how hard she tried to drown it out it still persisted. The inkling of possibility that Prime was still there, in her mind, waiting for his moment, waiting to use her again...
Her sharp nails kneaded her pillow, almost ripping the fabric as her stressed out habits took hold of her actions. A deep breath to steady her lively nerves and she sat up without waking adora, shuffling out of the bedroom and exploring the rest of the ship while everyone slept. Maybe her mind just needed some peace and quiet...
Catra found a windowsill to sit on, staring at the endless void of stars, a sea lacking gravity which they traversed without a sun over the surface of the horizon line to guide their direction. It was chilling but at the same time..almost soothing.
They were just going forward. That's what they wanted to do...what she needed to do. But the ship did it with much more ease than her.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection on the reinforced glass against the black nothingness outside. Her hair had started to grow out quite a bit by now...it almost frightened her to see her own reflection, she never liked looking at it..but seeing how longer hair had gotten felt like a sigh of progress, so she relaxed again.
Grey Tufts of fur, small but still visible, had started growing out. She almost forgot she cut them off after... Shadow Weaver... the image of the last time she saw her former mentor and only mother figure, the first and last time she actually got a good looka at her face, flashed in her mind as she recalled how the woman sacrificed herself.
She could never get it out of her head, could never piece it together...why Shadow Weaver suddenly had such a change of heart and did that for them...after everything she did in the past...though she did have her small moments where she really did seem to care as cruel as she had been ...maybe she really did care about them in the end.
Catra debated with herself over several things, she struggled more than anyone should to believe that people really cared, because in the end they ended up hurting or leaving her. Adora was helping her see she was wrong, helping her passed this, because adora came back for her..
Double trouble betrayed her, left her after what felt like mockery. Scorpia left, switched sides..though that was her fault, and Scorpia had since forgiven her.
She felt like the list of hurt she had done and recieved was almost endless. All those events still replaying vividly in her mind like they were so recent, fresh wounds, but it was just phantom pain.
All it was now was phantom pain, ghosts...hauntings...
The ship was quiet, she sat curled into herself watching the stars as they drifted on. Watching with a haunted mind.
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ok my final very belated update to priory of the orange tree (finished it last week after dragging the ending itself out over a week and a half) is that it was overall???? so disapointing. idk... the middle section was REALLY GOOD and made me hope the book had finally picked up steam but then the last 1/4th of the blood was just so... meh?? idk what to say about it other than i liked the world a lot but i feel like the author was not able to fully execute her vision on both a character and story level. i do plan to read the prequel at some point and am hoping perhaps it is better... we shall see
Ok here remembering my favorite Entrapdak moments, and these are the funniest for me, I know it's a cliché but I love it anyway, you try to leave fast and quietly and poof! you crash into something and do more than car horn 🤣🤣🤣
I still like Entrapdak a lot like it was yesterday that I started following this beautiful ship (practically canon by the way). And well, this blog is already 3 years old, thanks for following up and continuing to love the Entrapdak 😚😚😚😚💯💯💯
⏩⏩ Then, the full video of the scene (with sound) or the last one when Hordak faints and she runs to him it's so Awww 😍😍😍
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I'm obsessed with these anti-catradora (and apparently anti-glimbow now too) bots.
They cannot even be bothered to hate on a cartoon they haven't watched themselves, they had to turn to the world's worst AI to do it for them.
No, no, you guys are doing amazing! That is totally how humans speak! Absolutely nailed it, babes, no notes.
They even have little sockpuppet ones to reply and inflate the notes on their posts....
(Apologies to the one real person caught in this screenshot)
Like what do they have to gain by any of this?
Anyway, they must have realized that the replies made it obvious it was a bot job because they turned them off but this is what post those are from
Anyway, my only takeaway here is someone was Big Mad about She-Ra (damn our influence 💅) but instead of having the realization that they should perhaps, do literally anything else with their time, they made little robot friends to pretend to hate with them