10 Bookmarks by MidwestCryptid
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Kids in the Horde are probably super touch-starved
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
10 Dec 2022
Bookmarker's Notes
Pre-canon Catradora fluff, with headpats for catgirls.
Catra: [quietly] ...We used to have those.
Glimmer: What?
Catra: [reminiscent, both happily and sadly] Sleepovers, me and Adora, when we were cadets in the Horde. [breathes a slight chuckle] We'd play tricks on Kyle, stay up all night whispering about--[pauses and blushes]--you know, whatever.
Favorite excerpts:
Adora couldn’t say she’d ever seen Catra make a face like she was now; totally relaxed, unguarded, even more than when she was sleeping. She couldn’t say she’d ever seen Catra be relaxed and affectionate at the same time. Maybe the reason her chest felt so warm was because Catra was on top of her.
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Was this flirting? What counted as flirting? Did laying down on top of your best friend with your faces barely inches apart count as flirting?
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“They scarred,” Catra lifted her hand as if to touch, then snatched it to her chest. “You were She-Ra, I didn’t think they would scar.”
Adora shook her head, taking a few steps toward Catra, threading their fingers together. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Catra wouldn’t meet Adora’s eyes.
Has also been translated into русский.
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- Part 1 of Catradora Tumblr Prompts
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
10 Dec 2022
Bookmarker's Notes
Post-canon Catradora fluff uwu.
Somft omg.
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“It’s about compromise,” Glimmer supplies, “seeing how well two conflicting people work together under difficult circumstances for an extended period of time. Adora goes to the gym everyday, Catra’s only form of workout is walking from her dorm to her classes, Adora wakes no later than eight in the morning, Catra got mad at me for waking her up,” she lifts her hands for air quotes, “‘in the middle of the night’ at eight in the morning—”
“Adora obviously wants to be friends, but Catra keeps pushing it off,” Entrapta adds in, and based off the way both Glimmer and Bow grimace, that wasn’t supposed to be mentioned.
“So what,” Adora starts, “you just… handcuffed us together in our sleep?”
(or, in which Glimmer handcuffs Adora and Catra together for twenty-four hours, Entrapta is a little shit, and Bow is an innocent bystander in the entire mess.)
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
21 Nov 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
College AU where an estranged Catra and Adora are handcuffed together for SCIENCE!
Favorite excerpts:
“It’s about compromise,” Glimmer supplies, “seeing how well two conflicting people work together under difficult circumstances for an extended period of time. Adora goes to the gym everyday, Catra’s only form of workout is walking from her dorm to her classes, Adora wakes no later than eight in the morning, Catra got mad at me for waking her up,” she lifts her hands for air quotes, “in the middle of the night at eight in the morning—”
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“No,” Catra starts. “There’s no way—”
“Okay, so, there might be a possibility Swift Wind ate the key,” Adora stage-whispers, looking even more guilty. “That’s why we’ve, uh, stopped keeping things in his reach until he’s fully house trained, because he tends to eat everything he sees.”
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Where The Lost Children Go by Adertily for Amadeaur
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
25 Jan 2021
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In which the war orphans adopt a war orphan.
Catra and Adora stumble across a group of scrappy youngsters, including Finn, living alone in the Crimson Waste. They offer to take them to the children's home Scorpia reformed from the old Horde barracks. But by the time Darla makes the trip, they find there’s a little someone who’s snuggled into the deepest, most treacherous crevices of their hearts. And they can’t make themselves let go.
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
04 Sep 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
Comfort fic. Post canon, years in the future. Some v somft Catradora wherein they fall in love with and adopt Finn. This is so domestic and I am HERE for it.
Favorite excerpts:
What little remained was jerked back into her periphery the moment she felt the sting around her wrist, because apparently, for the two of them, Cupid had never bothered to use an arrow.
He’d used teeth.
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And seeing a scar over the flesh of a friend is far less haunting than staring at a gaping wound. But skin does not forget, doesn't lie, and it had been there - once. And it was unavoidable, the truth that she’d she played such a definitive part in putting it there.
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I don’t know where I’m goin’ (But I sure know where I’ve been) by BabelFishing, ButterfliesInMyBrain, Candycornsnake, Cheesybiscuit, Domika83, drearbro, EGYx3D, EloyGray, EmileeDoodles, IorekoftheHorde, Keliana856, lologoblens, MidwestCryptid, MxSinshine, orphan_account, Sappiness, tshjortile, wildangeline
Fandom She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
02 Jan 2022
Summary
Round 1 of the SPoP Flex facilitated Catradora Finish the Story Game!
Every chapter is written by a different author, with no prompts or hints for how to continue.
You can find out more by following @SpopFlex or @IorekoftheHorde on twitter.
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Two weeks have passed since Prime’s defeat; peace bestowed upon the land by true love’s kiss. All is well.
Or it would be if Adora and Catra were at least talking to one another. Catra is trying to relax after a long, exhausting war and keep on bettering herself. Adora is mapping out recovery efforts as the heroine for all. They’ll make time for one another to figure out their relationship in the new world- eventually.
At least if Glimmer has any say on the matter, they sure will; a mission together and a vacation away from Bright Moon Castle ought to do the trick. Catra did tell her they used to have sleepovers…
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
14 Apr 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
Post canon Catradora hurt/comfort and fluff with a healthy dose of smut. A masterpiece.
Favorite excerpts:
Thinking about it, when was the last time they had talked- more than a quick good morning or a simple have a good night? Anxiety and guilt gripped her as Adora realized she wasn’t entirely positive of the answer. Where was a universe-ending threat when you needed one, that did the trick last time.
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Catra had to bite back the immediate comment of, Private properties that could be, y’know, housing the displaced civilians currently struggling if you were doing your job right there, Sparkles…
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Safe with her, yes, she had felt safe; inexplicably considering they had literally been facing down the end of the universe at the time. But it was true, she had always felt secure with Catra even when things were so decidedly dire and strained. Adora gave a shuddering exhale as the weight of this discovered facet of her being settled in. To realize a deep fear, and hopefully discover its cure, all in the span of about ten minutes was jarring to say the least.
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“I knew I was in love with you from the moment we met. And I don’t mean that in some cheesy, mushy way like some people might claim to love someone else. No, it's a simple, undeniable fact of life. Grass is green, water is wet, and I am in love with Adora. The second you peeked your head into that box I was dumped in and screamed out “Kitty!” before throwing your dumb little arms around me, I was yours completely. And every single day after that, it grew. It grew so big and so wild that when you were gone, I couldn’t manage it. I didn’t respond well to it, as you know, but it never let me be for even one damned minute. Everything was you, just you. I could no more stop breathing than stop loving you. Again, not going for dramatics here, princess. I’m stating the truth. All of this …” Catra made the same gesture towards Adora that she had made at herself just moments ago. “...is all my fucking wildest hopes, dreams, fantasies, and aspirations. It’s what I have spent my entire life craving and chasing after. And now that I have you, I am never going to let you go.”
Catra took a deep breath, continuing to stare Adora down. “There is no one else, Adora. There couldn’t be. It’s always been and always will be you. I guess now, I gotta show that to you every day, because I’m not sure you’ll really get it otherwise. And no matter what your brain tries to do, this can’t be broken. It’s not luck ; we were inevitable. At least you were for me...”
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A book sat upon a shelf above the stove; Catra was elated to see the spine said ‘Refined Culinary Recipes for Unrefined Culinary Skill’. Aha; it was the strategist’s logbook, the battleplans for the upcoming front, the master key to unlocking the mysteries of this bastard kitchen! Catra wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the shelf, but nimbly angled herself onto the stove and claimed her prize. Yes, there would still be the gargantuan task of comprehending the instructions written on the page but she near-conquered a world, like hell a cake made in a pan would stop her.
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The third bottle was labelled “Patchouli & Lemongrass: Romantic & Stimulating. For someone so naturally loveable.” Several small hearts were drawn near the scrawl on the bottle. Adora recalled the way Perfuma had placed her hand on Adora’s arm and commented this was her personal favorite scent and how she really hoped Adora would think of her when she used it. She chose then- and now, to not think too deeply on the little hearts on the label or ponder why this one wasn’t given a scent description quite like the others. As appealing as something to invoke romance might be at the present moment, this bottle would be a definite pass. Even just considering using the contents of the bottle brought images of a teary eyed Scorpia to mind; it was far safer for all parties involved to avoid it entirely. Even if she was fairly certain Perfuma would want to redo the label and pretend it never existed if she saw it now.
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Catra had many skills in life, though years of torment and abuse would make it so she would be the last one to recognize them as such. But they did exist. She had organizational ability, strong persuasion skills, and a blunt style of leadership that churned out results. Her mind held a whole catalogue of battlefield tactics and strategies and one could not fail to mention her close-combat prowess. While she’d only gotten the chance to refine skills that were deemed useful to the Horde, who knew what competencies she would develop now that they were out of war times.
Catra was certain cooking would not be one of them.
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So many more, but CHARACTER LIMIT :(
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I'll Leave You Words (Underneath Your Door) by Bannedd567
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
12 Jun 2020
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Catra and Adora, in each other's arms, falling asleep.
Series
- Part 3 of Tales of Etheria
Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
11 Apr 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
SOMFT. Catradora sleepy-time cuddles with some hurt/comfort thrown in for good measure.
Favorite excerpts:
She lets her hands travel down the plane of Adora’s strong back, tracing the familiar ridges of her muscles and skimming, softly, over shallow scratch marks in a muted apology. Her hands had been firmly on the headboard of their bed sometime at the beginning of the night to avoid this exact outcome, but then Adora was kissing her way down her chest and doing something with her fingers, and all good intention left in Catra promptly wished her luck and vanished.
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Adora coos, scratching the back of Catra’s ear in the way Catra hates because it just makes her purr louder, without fail and - there it is. She grumbles around the engine-like sound, and Adora laughs again. “Uh-huh. You’re already kneading my belly like you do when you want to take a nap.”
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Adora picks at one of the vines curling along the rail - now polished, red-and-black - and fiddles with a yellow flower there, folding its petals this way and that. After a moment, she says, “Glimmer’s convinced I’m up here to propose.”
Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
22 Feb 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
Post canon Catradora. It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!
Favorite excerpt:
Whatever Catra was going to say turns into a snort. “Can you imagine - I don’t think we can ever break up. It’d be mortifying. Like,‘hey, folks,’” she pantomimes waving at a crowd, “ I know she shoots off magic when she touches me sometimes, but,'' an overdramatic sigh, “it’s just not what I’m looking for these days.”
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Aftermath by Shockodile, SolarPoweredFlashlight
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
11 Sep 2020
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After Horde Prime is defeated, there's still much left to be resolved. What to do with all his abandoned clones? What punishment does Hordak deserve for his role in Etheria's suffering? How to restore the Fright Zone to Scorpia's family and what to do with all the indoctrinated soldiers still living there? What to do about the possibility of more magic-based worlds that were converted to weapons by the First Ones - or the possibility that Horde Prime was smart enough to make a backup of his consciousness? And the most important question of all - will Catra and Adora ever be allowed some alone time to explore their newly admitted love for one another?
COMPLETE as of 2020-09-10: Written as a sort of "Season Six", this story covers the post-war fallout, a long space adventure to find and destroy Prime's backup consciousness, a slow-burn exploration of what a Hordak redemption arc might look like, and lots and lots of Catra/Adora character study, hurt/comfort, fluff, and occasionally smut. There are some violent action scenes, but no character death.
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Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
21 Feb 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
Essentially, a season six, but with smut.
Some favorite excerpts:
“Retaliation? For what?” It takes her a moment, so he decides to start walking while she processes. He has learned not to rush her on these matters, and instead begins scanning the battlefield for one of Prime’s small gunships that might be repurposed for transport to Dryl. He has no intentions of going there by foot. “Oh!” Entrapta yells, from some distance away. “Because of all the death! And conquering! And destruction!”
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Adora reaches up and runs her hands through Catra’s short hair in a state of wonder, following the contour of her ear over and over with her fingers, scratching gently with her fingernails. It’s almost meditative, lying here and touching Catra gently while she purrs, nestled against her chest. For once she isn’t thinking about an upcoming battle, about destiny, about the end of the world. They stay like that without saying anything for a long time, wordlessly happy just to be touching. And that purr goes on and on. Adora’s never heard it last so long, and she’s known Catra her entire life.
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“Of all of the meetings I’ve had to go to where I was being put on trial for my failures and waiting to find out if I was about to be executed,” Catra remarks, glossing over these obviously terrible memories with a glib tone of voice, “that was the first one I’ve actually cried at.”
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The word ‘failsafe’ makes Catra clutch at Adora’s wrist reflexively, Glimmer can’t help but notice. She genuinely wonders if all these years the Horde kept failing to defeat Adora purely because Catra was protecting her from harm in the only way she could. It’s not the first time the possibility has crossed her mind.
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“Is this what you two were like as kids?” Glimmer asks, shaking her head with distaste even as she wears an enormous smile. “I don’t know how you didn’t burn the Fright Zone down years ago.”
“Oh, believe me,” Catra says, expression wicked, “we tried.” Glimmer thinks of her early friendship with Bow, where affection was expressed with words and drawings and gifts and the occasional hand-holding, and literally cannot conceive of what it would have been like to grow up in proximity to these two little monsters. Probably for the best they didn’t meet until adulthood. The thought is interrupted by a soft knock at the door.
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“Isolating yourself and working yourself into a froth about how important it is you win the next fight is just going to make you lonely and sloppy and exhausted, instead of into the perfect super-soldier. Trust me, I have pretty intimate experience with that whole line of thinking.”
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“It is truly one of the great mysteries of the universe, that planets so uncultured and uncivilized and besotted with chaos can accidentally create things that are worthy of my attention. If only we could divorce the creation from the hapless creators, it would be a much purer form of art. But of course, it is impossible - try as I might, there always lingers something of the maker in whatever it is we see or hear. I do not expect you to be able to distinguish this, of course. That is why I cannot allow my beloved brothers to indulge in these creations; they lack the sophistication of thought to protect their minds from outside influence.”
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A Distance Apart by KrisseyCrystal (IceCreAMS) for Kokoai
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
19 Aug 2020
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Catra is very bad at asking for things.
Bookmarked by MidwestCryptid
20 Feb 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
Post-canon Catra just wants affection. Fluff
Favorite excerpt:
Yes, Adora loves her. But maybe she doesn’t value touch and physical intimacy in quite the same—
Adora finishes wiping the last of the plates and holds it out. Catra takes it and her nails clink against its flexiplast surface. One swipe of the towel, then two, and the plate is dry. She sets it on the rack.
Adora turns off the faucet. She turns to Catra and when she takes the proffered towel, her fingers don’t graze Catra’s arm.