hey adora

[katalinarao]

t-binks​:

he didn’t know many who would enjoy being caught up in a downpour like this, including himself. ( black cat or human he hated the rain ! ) luckily, he had left for his shift at the cafe much earlier than it was scheduled. not so lucky for him now, because he is only one tending to the water that had long since been tracked in by other guests. with a towel under foot he shimmies his way over the water marks. not long after the space is dry did thackery hear the jangling of the door’s bells and he sighs, because , the water had returned and it was running off the ever disgruntled katalina.

he could have argued with her, ( she had left it open ), but truly, thackery believed katalina just had bad manners. and so, somehow, he is still closing the door as she baulked at him.

❝ hello to you too , katalina , ❞ thackery mumbles, soaking up the water she had left behind, ❝ may i bring you something hot to drink ? ❞

“thackery,” was all the greeting katalina gave in return, the word half-hearted and annoyed as she spared him a glance. not very polite of her, perhaps. still, it was the closest thing he was going to get to her being polite, and if he had a problem with it she’d be perfectly willing to become a real problem. she took another moment to look over the cafe (note the exits, count the people), gave thackery a onceover, and decided nothing here was a threat, other than herself. good. she wasn’t in the mood for princess bullshit. “...fine. whattaya got? anything fun, or just sludge disguised as coffee?” she replied, moving out of the doorway and towards the counter now that her scan of the store was complete.

[katalinarao]

tights-orno-deal​:

*

“That’s not even how rain works.”

Dani still clutched her bag of snacks and her open drink against her, gathering her wits and working off of instinct. Of course, her instinct was to be snarky. A smart ass, as her family called it. It rarely worked in her favor, but in most cases that snark was employed, it was not done with much forethought. It just flowed out and then she could consider later if she should maybe have been nicer or if she had just snarked someone bigger and tougher than she was.

Of course, at that point, you couldn’t take it back. You could only hope that things worked out - and usually they did. It was for the best. That meant Dani didn’t have to take the time to learn a lesson from it.

“Give it an hour and the sun will be back. Give it a month and there won’t be any rain until next year.” She had seen some crazy things in her life, most of them rather recently, but rain in California in the summer? That would take the cake. She had decided by this point that this moment was one of those where she had smarted back at someone that could probably take her if she wanted to fight, but Dani reminded herself that the other woman had started it and so she was still fully within her rights. “Here.” She dug into her bag. “Maybe a Twinkie will make it better.”

Katalina shot a vicious glare back. “I know that,” she snapped, fully aware it was childish, as far as responses went. She wasn’t really in the mood to care. She was wet, cold, and annoyed. That was enough to make anyone defensive, and Katalina had already been feeling defensive. It was basically her default state.

However, instead of pushing her luck, she took a moment. She curled her hands into tight fists, then carefully relaxed them. She might be in a bad mood, but it wasn’t really a cause a scene kind of bad mood, so if this girl was going to keep talking she needed to not impulsively lash out. It would be easier if Katalina’s default attitude wasn’t to assume people were being condescending when they said obvious shit like ‘the sun will be back’, but she wasn’t exactly a stranger to things being difficult.

Of course it helped when they said something that short-circuited her brain for a moment out of confusion. “A Twinkie,” she repeated, tone flat and eyes narrowed in suspicion. She had no idea what that was. It was embarrassing. She despised embarrassing. “Right. And a Twinkie is...?”

[katalinarao]

Katalina hadn’t experienced a lot of weather - the Fright Zone was under perpetual cloud cover that she suspected was somehow how magical, considering how fucking miserable it made everything - but she’d experienced enough to know she hated rain. It was cold, and wet, and it made her hair and clothes feel heavier as the wetter they got. Heavy was bad - it slowed her down and a slow Katalina was a vulnerable Katalina. Overall, rain sucked. And, somehow, she’d found herself caught in a storm. Stupid. She pulled her leather jacket (thankfully at least marginally waterproof) tighter around her and gritted her teeth as she marched down the street. Overhead, the sky cracked and rumbled and, probably just to spite her, started raining even harder. At this rate, she wasn’t gonna get back to her base without getting thoroughly drenched. With a frustrated growl, she shifted her attention and began looking for an open store. Heterochromatic eyes pierced the gloom of the dark clouds overhead and found a place to shelter that wasn’t teeming with people. She ducked inside the first viable option with enough urgency to almost crash into someone just inside the door. “Watch it,” she snapped as she stumbled out of the way, “and shut the door before we freeze to death or the wind decides to blow the rain in here and flood the fucking building.” That would be just her fucking luck. Stupid storm.

[infinityand--beyond-deactivated]

In reality, he should have been in bed but late night was, in his opinion, the best time to do his laundry. He hooked up his phone to a blue tooth speaker and hit play as he sorted his clothes into the washers, starting them up as he did his weird little shimmy across the concrete floor.“ I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dressI'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest. Makeup is running down, feelings are all around.How did I get here? I need to know!”

[katalinarao]

Doing laundry was, thankfully, not one of the things that confused Katalina outside the Horde. Making recruits do chores was, like, Causing Misery 101. It felt ridiculously mundane - she was a Force Captain, she should have lackeys doing this for her - but there was only so long she could put this off before she ran out of clothes. Still, patience had never been one of her virtues, so standing in a laundromat and waiting was slowly causing the tension in her to build. The addition of a stranger making noise did nothing to help matters. “What are you doing?” she snapped, eyeing him with suspicion and tensing defensively.

[beccs]

Yennefer of Vengerberg | The Witcher

[katalinarao]

TASK 18: MBTI/PDB

ESFP-T: Spontaneous, energetic and enthusiastic people – life is never boring around them. These people love vibrant experiences, engaging in life eagerly and taking pleasure in discovering the unknown. They can be very social, often encouraging others into shared activities.

57% EXTRAVERTED - 43% INTROVERTED // 27% INTUITIVE - 63% OBSERVANT // 44% THINKING - 56% FEELING // 28% JUDGING - 72% PROSPECTING // 47% ASSERTIVE - 53% TURBULENT

villanelle - killing eve

octavia blake - the 100

spinel - steven universe

envy adams - scott pilgrim vs the world

anakin skywalker - star wars

chloe price - life is strange

alyssa - end of the f*cking world

ty lee - atla

[katalinarao]

oliversspade​:

“I could ask you the same question,” Oliver replied with a raised brow. Whoever his woman was, she meant business, and she seemed pretty pissed that he was up here. It’s not like she owned the rooftop…. or maybe she did, and Oliver had been spotted one too many times up here, but he wasn’t about to beg for his life or anything right now. “I came up here to hang out. Is that a crime?” Actually, it probably was, but that never stopped him before.

Katalina pointedly ignored the implication that she herself might have to explain her presence here too. Her focus was far too defensive. “Uh, yeah. Duh,” she responded to the question. Well, probably. It hadn’t occurred to her, but it probably was a crime to be up here. She’d never thought about it before, and she didn’t particularly care, however if he was committing a crime then she sure was too. No high ground here. That quelled her anger a little, letting the confusion to shine through. “How did you even get up here? It’s basically impossible, the rooftop access doesn’t even fucking open.”

[t-binks-deactivated20210607]

@katalinarao sent: ✂️ = threatening them !! ..

             ❝ enough , ❞ thackery says it so angrily, he put the bookmarker in place of the page, to turn emerald eyes up at her. ❝ i do not know what it is you are accusing me of, katalina,❞ he’d enough rivalry with witches & himself to be kind. ❝ you may continue to speak freely, but, i can’t tolerate threats.❞

[katalinarao]

Katalina narrowed her eyes. His reaction was perfectly reasonable, but her instinctive response wasn’t one of reason. It was one born of a lifetime of being disliked and mistreated by the people around her. Despite her hesitation - a moment to assess whether the authority his tone hints at was one she cared about obeying - his words only made her double down. She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d wanted (maybe for him to move?), but it didn’t really matter anymore. Now, the only important thing was not backing down. “Or what? You’ll frown disapprovingly at me?” she shot back. 

[oliversspade]

@katalinarao​: ☠ = pushing them against a wall

Oliver’s come to expect solitude whenever he climbs up to this particular rooftop. At least, he’s never seen anyone else here, and few people could reach it without abilities like his, so lately it had become a pretty good spot for when he wanted some time alone or needed to think. So he definitely wasn’t expecting to be pushed up against the wall of the rooftop access right as he climbed up behind it. The bricks weren’t very forgiving against the thin tshirt separating his back from their hard surfaces, and it showed as he let out a small pained grunt. “What the hell?” Oliver immediately asked the figure who shoved him, ready to fight back if he needed to.

[katalinarao]

Katalina had long ago made a habit of retreating to high, unreachable places when she needed to be alone. There was safety - most people couldn’t get to her, and she was free to watch and think and brood at her own leisure. Perhaps that’s why it was so unsettling to hear someone climbing up to join her. She’d tensed, half-expecting to see Adora. That might’ve been understandable, even manageable. Seeing a stranger was far worse. She moved without thinking, slamming the figure up against the nearest wall as the adrenaline kicked in. “What the fuck are you doing up here?” Katalina growled by way of response, as baffled as she was suspicious.

[distancegoer]

☽ = wandering alone at night @katalinarao​

Sadie’s boots sailed along the gravel as she lazily dragged her feet across the pavement, her heavy soles scratching against uneven surfaces as she inched herself forward. Walking at night was kind of calming for her, she enjoyed the darkness and the dangerous surprises it could bring at any moment, you could of course say she was a strange one but Sadie would just agree. She stopped beside a streetlamp and placed one foot on a railing, examining the scuffed toes of her boots. 

She looked up and saw a dark haired woman in the same area, another girl wandering around at night? She was either very brave or very stupid. Placing her foot back down on the ground Sadie began to walk towards her and grinned when she realised who it was. “–Well if it isnt the arsonist” she chuckled, getting closer. “Heard the place remained untouched, i’m a little sad. Was hoping for fireworks.”

[katalinarao]

Being in an unfamiliar city didn’t sit right with Katalina. In the Fright Zone, she knew her way around like the back of hand. She knew where people went, and where the best hiding places were, and where the places only she could get to were. In Elias, she had none of that. It made her feel oddly vulnerable, and that feeling was one she despised.

So, she was walking. Making sure she knew the ins and outs of the city even in the dead of night. It was also a chance to escape the throngs of sweaty people that swarmed the streets in the day. At least, that’s what she’d hoped - she tensed defensively at the sight of another person, instinct preparing her for a fight. She didn’t fully relax when she recognised the person, but she did give a sharp grin. “That would’ve been a little too much trouble. So, no fireworks.” Whatever those were. “But nothing was stopping you taking matters into your own hands, if you were that disappointed.”

[katalinarao]

adorisms​:

adora was she-ra. the mantra adora muttered to herself every day; she was powerful enough without the gifts of the first one. a raw strength no one could ever explain about the rather scrawny looking teenager. but catra was catra; raw strength meant nothing against fighting her. the wind for all it’s strength would never be able to whip the sea into it’s shape, for the sea would always have a way to allude it. adora didn’t think catra would ever appreciate being likened to water, of all elements, but adora did. calming. but erratic. far, far, far more dangerous than what met the eye, a secret swell that lures you into drag you under. every time the two met in battle, adora was lulled, placated, decieved, and defeated.  played like a fiddle.

when katalina didn’t strike first, no sign of attack, the taller blonde was just as katalina remarked - stupid. dumbfounded by katalina’s actions there was almost a moment she forgot the former had broken into her own apartment in waiting. adora was smart - but only in battle strategies - she could never read her ex-friend that well / how much pain she was in, why she got so jealous when she played with the other kids / and so now, she was open. her sword lowered ever so slightly from a guard to resting below her waist. 

she wanted to believe in something / in katalina / that she had seen the error of the horde and sought her out to join the rebellion. it was a yearning in her heart, some kind of primordial sense of belonging. but there was just that hesitancy, the broken trust, the pain and suffering. she couldn’t move past that; for as much as she truly did care for katalina, she couldn’t, wouldn’t forgive her for the damage she had inflicted. 

her grip around her sword tightened, yet her stance remained open, and sword swinging loosely. 

“i think you’re here because you were told to be here. last i checked the horde didn’t offer employee benefits.” words spoken with a malice, tongue as sharp as her sword, but the harshness not quite reaching baby blue eyes. “if you’re on holiday from the horde don’t you think you should stop comitting crimes? y’know? like breaking and entering? “

there was a moment when adora’s guard lowered where katalina was certain she could get her to drop the sword. she was quick enough, and if she latched on and twisted in just the right way, bye-bye magic weapon. but then what? some awkward scrambling for the sword, probably some indignant shouts from adora that would garner the exact kind of attention that meant shadow weaver would have her head. the abrupt end of conversation, for the chance of stealing a sword she had no clue how to use and probably couldn’t keep a hold of alone. no, she couldn’t get away with that. not right now.

so, instead of striking, she merely flicked heterochromatic eyes down to the sword for a half second and let her grin speak for itself. let adora make of that whatever she wanted. there was enough satisfaction to be found in adora dropping her guard (however briefly), anyway.

“oh, like you’re not here for the same reason,” kat shot back, rolling her eyes in a blatant dismissal of adora’s hostility. it stung - of course it stung - but maybe she should just be grateful adora still felt anything for her, no matter how warped those feelings had become. god, she hated hope. “and they’d probably offer you employee benefits,” she added, poking a finger into adora’s chest, “don’t suppose you’ve gotten over your little crisis yet?” she continued, foolishly indulging in that dark little spot of hope. for all her nonchalance and evasion, she couldn’t help the part of her that desperately wanted adora back. “i mean, i’ve already taken your promotion -” she tapped the force captain badge smugly, “but i’m sure they’d find another badge somewhere.”

she frowned at the mention of breaking and entering - that felt baffling, the idea that adora thought she’d avoid something because it was a crime. katalina wasn’t even entirely sure that this was a crime. “why?” she asked, wandering over to open an empty drawer she’d spent longer than she was willing to admit trying to find a secret compartment in. “it’s not like you own anything. or locked your door. or the horde cares.” besides, there was a subtle threat in this. an unspoken i know where you are, and i can get in any time i want. something straight out of shadow weaver’s playbook, adapted for her own purposes.

[thyrell]

damn girl what those claws do? destroy? thats awesomeeee i love it

[katalinarao]

ofpriderocks​:

Simba held his hands up in innocence. Well, that was a quick shift in the mood. “damn, okay you can sit however you want. my bad. you’re weird. great come back.” he added, unable to control his snark. Call it a defense mechanism of sorts. “You know what, touché. I’ll watch where i’m going. We good now?”

“Watch it,” Kat hissed, all too familiar with barbed words. A lifetime of them from everyone around her except Adora sent walls slamming up and her claws out. Defensive always meant offensive for her, and strangers on the street were no different. “I dunno, you sounded pretty eager for a fight just now, you tell me. You got a problem, or are you just an asshole?”

[katalinarao]

▓ ( Beck )

beck found dead in miami (here it is!)

[katalinarao]

▓ = caught stealing their belongings ( @b-teagues )

You didn’t grow up in the Fright Zone without developing an awareness of your surroundings (well, unless you were Kyle). Especially if, like Katalina, you were almost universally disliked by your peers. As such, it was almost on instinct that she caught the hand reaching in her pocket. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, whirling around to give a vicious glare to accompany her nails digging into the wrist she held tight. “And why the fuck shouldn’t I tear you apart right here and now?”

[katalinarao]

☁ (Muahahah)

i love ur mind (here it is!)

[katalinarao]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them ( @bybrightmoon )

Katalina hated the rain. It had never been something she’d thought about before, but the sky spitting at her was definitely not helping endear her to Elias. Dark clouds gathered overhead as she hurried down the sidewalk, ducking her head in an attempt to shield herself. It only seemed to be getting worse. Thunder clapped as she made the executive decision that returning to where she was staying was not worth being assaulted by the weather. She stepped into the first open door - some store, probably - and was met with the sweet relief of shelter, and the unfortunately familiar face of a Princess. “Great. Just what I need.”