#maybe 16

Anyways have some redesign Mia art!!! (Yes I’m redesigning and rewriting Mia and Me)

Waaa thank you so much! This really made my day! 

You are absolutely right. In fact the tuft of fur right above her tail may or may not be an erogenous zone that Adora discovered one day completely by accident.

Maybe it had been a particularly frustrating day for Catra. Maybe she used some underhanded techniques in a sparring match, then afterwards in the locker room was ambushed by her squadmates afterwards. When Shadow Weaver came to break up the fight she of course blamed Catra. Just another shitty day in a life full of shitty days.

But Adora finds her in the locker room, digging her nails into her palms, shaking, tears of anger in the corners of her eyes, covered in scrapes and bruises.

Adora doesn’t ask, because she knows right now that’s not what Catra needs. So she sits down next to her and rubs her back. Catra’s dressed in the threadbare white tank top she sometimes wears to sleep. It makes most of the fur on her back accessible to Adora’s soothing fingers.

She’s discovered that petting Catra, stroking her ears, is the only nonviolent way to calm her down when she’s like this.

Eventually Catra stands up. She pulls Adora up with her, crashing her body into a hug. Adora lets out a small laugh at Catra’s display of affection. 

”Shut up, you dweeb.” Catra’s voice is muffled because it’s buried in Adora’s shirt. 

Adora laughs again. She doesn’t think they’ve used the word dweeb seriously since they were 12.

”Oh I’m the dweeb?”

”Yeah.” Catra nods.

”Whatever you say, boss.”

She returns to running her hands up and down Catra’s back. She can feel the knotted tension in her muscles slowly begin to relax. Adora smiles to herself. She lets her hands dip a little lower, stroking at the fur just above the base of Catra’s tail. Catra’s muscles loosen further. A low purr has started up in her throat, Adora can feel it rumbling against her own ribcage. 

She’s sad for the circumstances that brought them here, but Adora loves it when Catra is like this. Soft. Open. When there are other people around she's brassy and bold, and Adora loves that, she loves Catra's quick wit and devil may care attitude.

But she loves this, too.

And her heart swells with the knowledge that nobody else gets to see this part of Catra. This part is for Adora only.

Catra nuzzles her nose against Adora's neck and sighs happily.

“You like that?” Adora asks teasingly, carding her fingers through the soft fur and rubbing with gentle pressure. She notices the tuft is starting to rise a little, like it sometimes does when Catra is startled. She rubs it in the opposite direction, up her spine instead of down, and enjoys the different texture. That’s what Catra lets out a soft mewl and rocks her hips into Adora’s.

They both freeze.

”Catra…?” 

She jumps away from Adora.

”It was nothing! I–I have to take a shower.” 

Adora’s heart skips a beat and she’s terrified for a moment that she’s done something she shouldn’t have, touched Catra in a way that wasn’t okay–

“Can you wait for me? While I shower?” 

Adora grins.

They're okay.

Catra wouldn't have asked her to stay with her if they weren't. She would've wanted to be alone. So whatever Adora did, it couldn't have been so bad.

“Only if you agree to let me patch up your wounds after.”

Catra shakes her head in exasperation but she can’t hide the smile lighting up her face. 

“Alright then, bossypants.”

You should never feel embarrassed to admit you were wrong or misinterpreted something. It’s growth, not a flaw. You don’t have to defend yourself or whatever point you were trying to make. Just accept it wasn’t the right place and get over it. Move on, grow up. It’s okay. You’ll be fine, I promise. I had to learn young to control my damn temper, even when I felt super strongly about something because I quickly realized that ranting and raving made my points unclear and just upset other people. I’m pretty glad to I wasn’t in a community at the time who tried to encourage me either. It just.. isn’t healthy to feel so enraged at the slightest prod. Relax, settle down, deep breaths, make your self CLEAR if you want to be HEARD. There is a strong difference between passion and anger, and you can tell the longer someone rants to you. You can see the anger fade as they calm down and figure out what they really want to say. More people need to just take a minute to get to that point though. I’m still guilt of becoming a raging asshole when I see something I find upsetting. I’m trying to work on it though, I have been for a couple of years now. I am doing better, but only because I started to admit to myself when and why I was wrong about something. I realized I didn’t want people to see me like that. It made me look stupid. I didn’t and I don’t want people to see me as stupid and angry. It ain’t a good look on anyone sis.