#bless you jo

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Jo @ratcarney basically admitted that she's gonna kill me completely and I have accepted my fate.

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Catradora mma/boxer au EXCUSE ME? I demand that snippet if it hasn’t been posted yet

Oh man, I did not expect this! Uh, I wasn’t sure which scene to post since this a first for me, and it was honestly between this one and the one that’s right after. But I figured, hey, this one is an actual fight, and the next one references a few things i’m not sure if i’m going to keep.

Anyway, now that i’ve rambled enough. Here you go!

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Adora doesn’t really hear the voice of the announcer as she steps into the ring. Focusing on her breaths she zones out and focuses on calming herself down. 

Moments later, Adora hears the announcer pick up again. “And in the other corner! A local powerhouse, Scorpia!”

Opening her eyes Adora catches the large muscular woman climbing in the ring. She’s bigger than Adora, with a crimson carapace covering her arms, and a stinger.

“Hey, nice to meet you!” The woman says as she extends a claw. 

“H-hi? Nice to meet you too?” The introduction throws her off a bit. 

“Alright, three, two, one, FIGHT!”

The moment the bell rings, the woman’s cheerful, friendly demeanor shifts into intense focus, and she swings her large claw right at Adora’s head. 

Ducking under, Adora takes a few jabs at Scorpia’s ribs, thankfully not covered in her carapace.

Scorpia’s other claw comes from the side, this time there’s not quite enough room for Adora to dodge, and she leans the same direction and takes the brunt of it to her shoulder.

Taking a small pause, they circle each other, yet again, Scorpia has a big smile on her face. Oddly enough, it’s comforting to see that she’s at least trying to have fun.

Adora’s got the advantage in speed, and the first round ends shortly in a slight victory for her.

Adora steps into her corner, scanning the crowd for Glimmer and Bow. They’re practically shouting themselves hoarse a couple rows back.

Sending a thumbs up and smile back, Adora turns, and freezes.

Standing in Scorpia’s corner, looking like a vision from her nightmares or her dreams, depending on the night, is Catra. She’s talking with Scorpia, side eyeing Adora occasionally, a wicked grin stretches across her face as she notices Adora’s stare

As the ref calls them back together, Adora mechanically gets into position, eyes on Catra the entire time. 

Why is she here, why is she here, why is she with Scorpia, why why why!

The bell rings, and Adora barely registers it, as Catra smirks at her again, in her front row seat.

Adora’s so distracted, she doesn’t even notice Scorpia’s claw coming in a wide haymaker.

It cracks across Adora’s temple, and she doubles over. Vision swimming, it takes her till the count of seven to pull herself back up. 

Glancing over to Catra again, her smirk was wider now. 

Turning back to Scorpia, Adora ducks the next swing. Going for a reckless swing to her torso, just as Scorpia kicks out her leg, and immediately slams down with her claw, causing Adora’s body to bounce off the mat.

The air escapes Adora’s lungs as she slams into the floor, Scorpia’s knee following to the same spot on her abdomen.

Now, with Adora pinned, Scorpia starts unloading strikes. With barely enough time to bring her guard up, Adora manages to block a few hits, until, over the crowd she hears Catra, “Go for the right forearm! She’s weak there!”

Why would she?

Adora’s thoughts are immediately interrupted by Scorpia’s pincer grasping onto her right forearm and squeezing. 

Everything is white for a moment, as a scream tears its way out of Adora. 

The crowd’s cheers are gone now.

“Sorry, no hard feelings.” Scorpia says, looking down at her, claw still crushing her arm. Right as the words register, Scorpia’s other pincer slams her forearm into the mat. Once, twice, three times.

Adora’s screams fill the arena as Scorpia unloads. She tries to take it, she really does. But at some point in between screams and tears, Adora gives. And just as rapidly as she does, Scorpia let’s go, the previous good natured smile no longer there.

She’s out of the ring before the ref can even declare the winner. Right as she does, Catra’s hand comes down on her shoulder. “Thanks Scorpia, you did a good job.” She says. And the words sound hollow to her. 

Scorpia brushes her arm away, matching Catra’s eyes with an icy glare. “You’re a bad friend.” She says. And with that Scorpia storms off, leaving Catra alone.

The rest of the venue falls away as Catra looks back at the ring.

Me? She thinks. Adora leaves me behind, betrays me, and i’m the bad guy?

She watches the medics dragging Adora’s curled up form onto a gurney. Watches them carry her backstage.

I’ll show her.

[thecatsbian]

for once i gotta thank the cat for walking on my boobs at 4am and wake me up to see the supercorp hug gifs

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✒️💕💕💕

I couldn't decide whether to do print or cursive, so... ta da!

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another mixed baby in the fandom!! hell yeah!

Hell yeah, my dude! I'm Venezuelan-American.

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It's weird being at work cause I'll be on here during my break to see whatever weird shit jo @ratcarney is doing and I have absolutely no context. And the fact that it's happened more than once... guao

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but also.. 😍

Pt. 2

Love you too Jo. You are also incredible

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Djali Kozlov Aesthetic

“ I’d like to be anywhere but here ”