Caro

Obligatory first blog post so my bio isn't empty nothing to see here, started posting works over on AO3 and am currently working on my first big fic so if you're interested feel free to check it out!

Catra: Good evening, Horde losers. It's your captain speaking.

Catra: Hordak's not on today, or tomorrow, or any following day. From now on, you can expect your daily radio reports to come from me.

Catra: Catra. Supreme Force Commander. Leader of the Etherian Hor-

Adora: Heeey, Catra.

Catra: WHAT?!

Adora: I looooove your voice. So commanding.

Catra: How did you call in to this station?

Bow: Oh, I just us dialed in. No big deal. I have a big brain.

Catra: Oh, great, and you've brought your dumb friends with you. How am I surprised?

Glimmer: Look who's calling people dumb, Horde Scum!

Catra: Oh, hell.

Glimmer: Just wait 'til I get my perfect sparkly hands on you, kitty cat! JUST YOU WAIT!

Catra: Wait - kitty?

Scorpia: Catra! Hey! Sorry I'm late - sheesh - Scorpia: Lonnie was spotting Kyle on the dumbbells and they're both really scrawny so when they went for the heaviest setting-

Scorpia: Wait, what's going on?

Sea Hawk: AUDIO LISTENING ADVENTURE!

Mermista: Ughh, you're just like, so second-hand embarassing.

Catra: Who the fuck are those two?

Adora: Ignore them, Kitten. It's just me here now.

Catra: …Kitten?

Hi all ! Here is my preview for my latest one-shot, The Love Deep Inside You. I only ever post finished works on here so this feels pretty monumental for being the First One here.

I hope you enjoy !

“Are you in need of a door, Bow?”

The Best Friend Squad freeze in their tracks as the fourth of their party steps between them, the chip on the back of her neck ever-humming with power through the spacesuit. Catra walks silently, bright green eyes focused on the wall with laser intent. Her claws glint even in the low light as they unsheathe, and in four swift slices they cut, and with one swift kick the loose panelling falls to the ground with a bang and a clatter, leaving the way into the dark clear.

Catra turns back to the trio, ramrod straight, a calm smile on her face. Her ears flat, her tail down. Not a single breath is exerted from her effort.

“I have bestowed upon you this gift of a door,” she says, flat and monotone like a door-to-door salesperson. “Rejoice and be merry.”

Or

Adora's struggling to summon She-Ra. Etheria's being crushed under Prime's heel, and her and her friends are trapped in space, with the only hope for their return and survival residing on a broken, desolate planet.

Oh, and Catra's still chipped. Which, even though she is on Adora's team, somehow makes things worse.

What is up ! I am happy to announce that I am participating in the @spopbigbang event this year ! This canon compliant AU is called "Finn to the Future", and if you've seen Back To The Future and that one livestream where ND Stevenson drew a theoretical Catradora kid, you'll have an idea of what that entails. I have been partnered with @orbponderingcat on Twitter and BlueSky, who is an amazing artist that has made a fantastic poster which is, honestly, the real attraction.

Last and not least, here's a sneak preview:

“Good! And don’t forget, Finny!” Doc says to the lens, tapping their nose with a gray-pink finger made of autonomous hair. “Twin Pies Mall! One fifteen!”

Finn’s about to roll their eyes, about say they won’t forget. They forgot about the ticking. All of the clocks in the room, all over the castle, chime at once. Cuckoos and buzzers and sirens and klaxons scream out an alarming cacophony of sound. All of them have tick-tocked down to the exact same hour, minute, and second.

Finn clamps their hands over their ears, burning like the whole world is talking about them. “What time is it?” Doc yells over the line, unaffected, so Finn reads one clock face, then another, then the one in that weird cat portrait.

They’re all the same. “Eight o’clock?” They call back. Doc’s permanently wide eyes seem to get even wider as they giddily shake their hands.

“They’re all exactly twenty-five minutes slow!”

Finn blinks. Twenty-five? That's basically half past the hour.

That would mean—

The alarms all cut out at once, subjecting the room to a deafening silence.

Oh no.

“Oh, crap."

“What is it, Finny?” Doc asks, then gasps. “Your first scientific breakthrough?”

Finn hammers the hang-up button.