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S2 Scorpia is shown pinning after Catra. She gushes about her, blushes when she's near her, ect. It’s not subtext. Its right there. It’s not any different from when Sea Hawk does it about Mermista.

send me an AU and i’ll tell you my headcanons for it (1/15)

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Even tho she can’t see Adora is the best tactical fighter the Horde ever had it’s like she can predict the future, like she can know how the other person will act just by their voice

Catra thinks it’s some of Shadow Weaver’s witchcraft

But she also knows Adora obsesses over every detail so maybe it’s just how she adapted to survive.

For most of her life Catra has been Adora’s eyes, they would sit for hours as kids with Catra just describing things while Adora listened.

She can pretty much navigate everything with just a description of the place from Catra.

It’s like her brain is a super machine

But this “weakness” in her part is not seen as great by most of the Horde, the only reason she’s still even around is that Shadow Weaver as stuck up for her at every turn

That could only go so far, however - she hasn’t been in classes with the rest of the kids since she was 7, once the play fighting turned into sharp edges and metal rods. 

Once Catra could no longer protect Adora and herself and the teachers encouraged the other kids to gang up on them.

Since then she became kinda like Shadow Weaver’s apprentice. 

Catra says she’s more like a slave - doing all the things Shadow Weaver doesn’t want to do.

She can’t see how Shadow Weaver does magic so she feels safe having Adora around- and Adora loves being around cause the runestone calls to her. Sings even when she’s in the room. It’s not quite like an image in her mind, not any that Catra described before anyways. But Adora imagines this is what colors feel like.

Since Adora is not a Horde Fighter, Catra took that spot. 

Once Adora wasn’t in classes anymore Catra quickly raised through the ranks must to the other recruits disdain.

She’s most teachers favorite and even Hordak has taken an interest in her- so much so she’s the youngest ever force captain.

Still - once it’s all over at the end of the day - Catra back from conquering some Princess place, and Adora done with her chores, they still lay together in the same bed like they did as kids and Catra had to protect Adora.

They’re too big for it now but it’s home - something that no other place in the Horde ever felt like.

(In this AU the sword has been waiting for Adora longer than in the show)

Adora finds the sword because it tells her where to go. It does sound like Catra- not even slightly - but it has the same care with her. 

It tells her about things in her path to avoid, about animals she’ll hear that mean no harm. It takes her straight to itself with such love that Adora tricks herself into believing it is Catra guiding her. That it’s fine to be following this voice.

Catra notices her gone only slightly too late. Adora just disappeared into the treeline when she looks. 

She panics for a second before seeing the leafs moving. Adora is rarely out of the Frightzone- Catra can only vaguely remember the last time. 

Unlike Catra who has been leading attacks for close to a year - even meet a couple princesses.

This one was a short mission and she managed to convince Hordak she needed Adora there - give her a bit of freedom for a change. 

Perhaps this is good. For Adora to feel like she’s on a real adventure for once. 

(Catra leaves Lonnie in charge and follows a few dozen feet behind)

Which means Catra sees her finding the sword - or more she sees her stopping in front of a few branches and start ripping them off

After a few minutes, shes almost going to stop her before she sees there’s something there. Something all these plants grew around. But how would Adora know about it.

Adora careful pulls out each vine as the voice tells her - her hands and forearms with small cuts by now but it’s ok. Because the closer she gets the more clear everything is. 

Cause from the second she started every time she touches it - whatever it is under all that - she sees a little glimpse. 

A tree, a patch of grass, a hidden catgirl behind her. She’s beautiful just as Adora imagined. 

Adora smiles at that but doesn’t stop pulling things off. She can’t- because things are sharper and clearer and she needs to know.

A sword she realizes in one of the glimpses - the voice seems happy with her excitement.

“YOU STOP RIGHT THERE THAT SWORD IS PROPRIETY OF THE REBEL ALLIANCE”

The voice comes from somewhere to the right - but she doesn’t have time to react before she’s being tackled. 

Soon Catra is in the fight too with razor-sharp focus pulling these two people off Adora who is looking around in fear. She can no longer see, blurry or otherwise.

She doesn’t know to which side the sword is anymore either.

Catra - once Adora is safely behind her goes more into her usual persona.

She’s teasing them - a Shiny and Arrow-Boy. Adora hardly thinks these are their names but Catra seems to know them quite well.

And the girl seems quite annoyed with her.

Adora ignores them and starts trying to get to her feet.

Is the boy how actually notices - Catra and Shiny to entertained with each other banter - “Is- is she ok?”

“Bow she’s a Horde Soldier! We don’t care”

“But she looks-”

“Blind.” its Catra who interrupts. Adora doesn’t much care she just found the sword again. And now she actually has it fully in her hand.

“I was gonna say scared” Adora barely notices the words - slightly pitchy as if this Bow is embarrassed for commenting on it.

But Adora couldn’t care less - because she can see now. The trees and the grass and the cat girl and the other two, a slightly shorter girl with puffy hair and a taller boy with a bow in his hand. And she’s crying.

Well see is not the right description. It’s not just colors like Shadow Weavers magic, but something more concrete. 

Something more solid - but not the world Catra talks about. It’s a world made up of electricity - ever changing. Like a life force, only she can see that surrounds the things giving them shape.

Colors are only suggestions. Like someone decided to tell Adora how to feel about these things.

Catra is all sharp and angles, bold reds and warm browns. 

The girl is softer - pinks and purples and blues - but the electricity bounces yellow of her. 

The boy is warm but contrasting - dark browns and soft beige. Bold red but soft purple.

Adora doesn’t realize she’s full crying sitting on the floor hugging the sword until Catra moves to touch her shoulder. None of them say much - even Glimmer (she later learns her name) has softened, the yellow volts turning soft pink. 

They all give her a long time to calm down, then they give her a long time to explain, and then Catra and Glimmer reach an agreement about Adora and the Sword. 

Because Glimmer hates the Horde, and she doesn’t much like Catra either (no matter how much Bow seems to disagree) and she never met this Adora before today. But she’s not a monster to try and separate her from the Sword. But she can’t let the Horde keep first one’s tech either.

And Catra is on top of her career, and she can’t believe she’s working with tweedle dim and tweedle dumb over her, but she loves Adora. And if the Sword is going, Adora is going and if Adora is going she guesses she will go to Brightmoon too. 

Adora, currently balancing her sword in her nose or some other dumb shit: what happened to your first wife?

First thing Glimmer does when one of her hands is free is punch Catra because she does not trust cat girl.

And she thinks she’s just being moved to be tortured some more and not being released by one of the red evil ladies minions

Catra is very offended about being called a minion

Their whisper fight lasts several moments that they don’t have and really if sparkly wants to see mom and dad again soon or ever she should get her cute shiny butt moving.

Glimmer doesn’t believe her that Adora turned sides.

Catra dead eyes make her believe it a little more- as if this isn’t the first time it’s happened. As if this is normal but painful for the girl that has attacked them so many times

Catra shows Glimmer, hides her in the shadows like she’s done alone a million times before. Shows her Adora laughing with the other Horde members. People Adora would call friends and Catra hated with every fiber of her being. 

Shows her Adora smiling as Shadow Weaver compliments her, as she’s relaxed when the woman places a hand in her shoulder.

Glimmer doesn’t want to see more.

Scorpia takes a bit convincing before she leaves with them - her eyes wide as she watches Glimmer and Catra, who couldn’t stand out more from each other if they tried but with similar looks in their eyes. Not determination, but not exactly doubt either. A quiet acceptance. 

It’s Scorpia who goes grab Bow, who kicks for his life until he’s in a room with Glimmer and calms down. He asks for an explanation but when Glimmer offers only small quick words just goes with the plan. They’ll talk when they’re out of here.

“Wait where’s Adora” “Adora’s not coming Bow” “What do-” “She’s not coming”

They meet up with the other guys soon after- there’s a lot of questions and none get answered that day. Glimmer is exhausted. Catra refuses to even look at anyone and Scorpia only knows so much but is willing to share all of that.

In Bright Moon, the preparations start right away.

Catra and Glimmer wear for days the same bags under their eyes, though only Glimmer is really preparing anything. 

No one trusts the horde soldier - even the one who saved the princess.

Catra doesn’t sleep because everything is to nice but she’s once again the outsider, the odd one out, and perhaps when everyone was living poorly kicking into survive mood saved her some headspace, but here all her thoughts are her own.

They grow closer not by choice but because Glimmer is the only one who lets Catra do anything

And the closer they grow the more Glimmer understands why Adora kept going back for Catra no matter how many times she was turned away.

And if there was anyone who could bring Adora back to her senses it was these two.

Glimmer: How are you such a nightmare?!

send me an AU and i’ll tell you my headcanons for it (2/15)

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((I’m so sorry this took so long to do))

((AGES: Castaspella - 15; Micah - 24; Angella - 25; Glimmer - 8 months))

The problem is not that Castaspella has always been in her brother’s shadow.

Micah the promised wizard

Micah who would end the war

Micah who married Princess Angella - immortal daughter of Brightmoon

(whose immortality didn’t even impress Cas that much honestly- she was only a year older than Micah. Apparently, you get called immortal from the get-go. Cas really thought they should at least wait so see if she would live past a normal human.)

((Then again maybe the immortal daughter of Brightmoon was just a fancy title - she looked the type. A special princess and a special wizard. What a perfect couple. It made her want to puke.))

The problem wasn’t even that she was said to be to young to partake in the actual fighting - with all her 15 years of age she was more than ready to show some Horde scum what she was made off

The real problem was that there was no actual way for her to ever beat Micah or for her to learn fighting

All of Mystacor was involved in the fighting by now - all but the students.

Students with no teacher - sounded like bullshit.

She was a glorified babysitter to a bunch of snotty kids who could barely levitate a feather in a windy day.

Even Light Spinner, the best wizard in history, her brother’s teacher and Cas personal idol hadn’t been to Mystacor in months. So much so Cas had managed to break into her room and grab her books with no one even noticing.

It was like being invisible.

And since she was going to live with that whether she wanted to or not she was gonna make the most of it.

So she studied alone

Practiced the spells in the books Light Spinner kept

Read and reread her notes until they made sense

Until she could repeat them in her sleep

Until she was better than Micah.