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Azazel
azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something
“You got some time to kill?” he scoffs, smirking. Sure, he’ll kick back and have a chat with the Prince of Hell. Why not?
“Happened pretty much every day at school. Kids didn’t like me much, so I got shit from them all the time. Got mad, lashed out, got sent home. Or we could talk about the Order. Get sent out on solo missions, do the work of four men, then get blamed for not being ‘tidy’ enough. Or the time Credo blamed me for eating the leftover lasagna....”
“.... alright. That was me. But he didn’t know that for sure!”
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) dir. John Hughes
Demons, chapter 1: Unmasked
CONTENT WARNING for blatant but non-graphic descriptions of physical child abuse and the ensuing emotional fallout.
Catra’s head tilts as she drinks in the sight of her former commanding officer slumped back against the wall of her cell. The mask is gone, leaving her ugly face exposed to the world. Her eyes are screwed shut in a grimace, fingers rubbing her temples. She doesn’t just look miserable. She looks powerless.
Something feral and predatory rises in Catra’s chest. Disabling the force field with a few quick taps, she prowls into the cell, tail swishing happily. “Look who’s locked up for being naughty now.”
Shadow Weaver slowly opens her eyes, meeting her gaze as the field reactivates behind her. “Come to gloat, I see. Humility was never one of your strengths.” The surprising fortitude in her voice sends a shiver down Catra’s spine. When Shadow Weaver leans forward, her heart stutters and she has to fight the urge to step back. To retreat. Powerless or not, the sorceress seems invigorated by her presence. Maybe Shadow Weaver never needed a magical rock to feel whole. Maybe she just needed someone to abuse.
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So I finally took a break from writing She-Ra meta and went back to my fanfic roots. This story and this chapter in particular are very Fucked Up, since it’s essentially about how it feels to be a survivor of child abuse. But if you think you can handle it it’s also a good in-depth look at Catra’s psychological state, how her mind works and why.
Actually a question, what is the world's stuff a previous anon mentioned?
glad you asked! worlds.com is a 3d chat room that was the first of its kind having been released in the mid 90s, and still has an active community to this day! we have events every week like trivia, poetry, and tours of user-created worlds.. it’s really fun exploring and getting to know everyone if you have any interest in old web stuff i’d definitely recommend giving it a whirl
I'm clipping his claws today
Oh and, @egbertkindd, thanks for tagging me.