WIP proof of life post! Enjoy this bit from the thrilling (?) final chapter of
It’s Not Me, It’s You, Hojo
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Kagome clutched Inuyasha’s wrist as though he tethered her to this world and if she dared let go, he’d evaporate like an apparition, wisping away from her grasp forever. She needed to feel him, needed to know he was real - flesh and blood and beating heart - that he was here, with her. How could Inuyasha have ever not been with her? He was a part of her. Kagome didn’t notice until he filled it, but the space was there all along for him under her ribs, empty and waiting.
The gentle, repetitive swipes of his thumb across her cheek anchored her, calming her racing mind and bringing her back to the now, to him, to Inuyasha: the stranger who felt like home.
Kagome choked out his name through a wracked sob, overwhelmed by this life-altering awakening, the monumental emotions brimming in her chest to near collapse.
“I know,” Inuyasha cooed, nose nuzzling hers, “I’m here, by your side. Stay with me, Kagome,” He kissed her over and over, softly, on the lips, her cheeks, across her jaw, down her neck, her shoulder, and if she wasn’t trembling so frightfully, she would have realized he was, too.
tempted to rewrite miraculous because do i love marionette and adrien and the rest of the cast yes do i hate the plot holes and weird plot justification also yes
i need to get water bc i was very dehydrated this morning and woke w a headache. however. my roommate is currently out there and leaving will spawn a unskippable 10min minimum cutscene and i just want to be in #myroom
(lil doodle for the sake of drawing a Nacene for the first time,,, excuse to write out my ideas haha) idk if ill end up doing anything with this but i had an idea involving a potential dynamic between Ed and a Nacene... uuuuuuuuh ITS MESSY IN MY HEAD RN. im reading the String Theory voyager books and they pertain more to their society and history as a species :) which is great to meeeee because i think they were such a squandered idea, me and alice whine all the time about how Susperia should have been endgame lol.
but theyre established as being a super advanced civilization of explorers who arent bound to the rules of our space in what all they can achieve and manipulate within it. and likeeeeeeeee idk if itd be Suspiria,,, im kinda inclined to make it Suspiria for the sake of familiarity and having that cute little "im bitter and want revenge but cant do anything about it so ill just sulk and be as annoying and unhelpful as possible..." I GOTTA REWATCH COLD FIRE... but my idea is that she'd kinda,,,,,, stick around lol,,,,,,,,,,, but because she gets incapacitated in Cold Fire idk SHES WEAK OR SOMETHING,,,,,,,,, i figured Ed would be the only one aware of her for some reason lmao IDK THE SPECIFICS YEEEEET,,,,,,,,, i was thinking she'd maybe exist IN HIM but if thats weird i might scrap it lmao,,,,, was pondering if maybe that's why he's such a sickly lil boy when he's little :) BUT ITS JUST AN IDEA NOTHING CONCRETE TBH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I GOTTA REWATCH COLD FIREEEEEEEEEE. idk Suspiria's array seems so stagnant in space, considering she left the Caretaker id think shed wanna BAIL but i need to solidify my Nacene loreeeeeee,,,,,,,,, anyway haha the idea is just that the only person she can communicate with is a literal baby/toddler for the longest time and shes grouchy and mean but hes too oblivious and also a baby to realize it,,,,,,, inevitably he grows up and they become friends overtime and theyd travel the galaxy together as explorers :) BUT AGAINNNNN JUST A LONGWINDED HYPOTHETICAL THOUGHT FOR NOW HAHA,,,,,,,
ok update i just finished making my card and i said / drew (lol) basically everything i wanted to say in it (except for the things i definitely can’t say now that this is happening lol). so i think maybe i might be ok with not saying what i want to say directly to her. but then when i say that im not ok with it at all LOLLLL so i think i need to sleep on it and maybe see what tomorrow brings
I figured it was finally time to post my fic here on Tumblr, too. WARNING: This fic is rated E for Explicit Sexual Content. I have cut the fic so only the fluff at the beginning is on here. The link to the full fic is at the end if you consent to reading Explicit Content!
SUMMARY:
"She loved her. It ached within her. When she was younger, it ached in her in the ugliest ways. It made her angry, it made her jealous. She wanted to be the only person in Adora’s hurricane, the only person pulled into the vortex. She was livid when anyone else got close enough to be caught in the wind tunnel.
It took the end of the world to realize she was never in Adora’s vortex, as she had once liked to think of it (all consuming, painful, inescapable). There was never any reason to fight or claw or scream for her place within her storm. She was never caught in the wind, swinging out wildly, hands reaching for her, for golden, darling Adora, who Catra had wanted so badly, she was willing to die out in the gale.
Why did it take until now to realize that she wasn’t in the hurricane? She was in the eye. She had always been there."
Or: Catra has a praise kink, Adora has a Catra kink, and the both of them are drinking several gallons of WLW juice.
Pairing: CatrAdora
Rating: SNIPPET: PG-13 (cursing). FULL FIC: E (explicit sexual content)
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
“It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life for me.
And I'm feeling good.
I'm feeling good.”
~Nina Simone
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this,” Catra muttered, walking in Adora’s (hers? Theirs? Why did that make her so damn giddy to think about?) room.
“Hm?” Adora asked, and Catra could have groaned, not entirely intending for Adora to hear.
“I said,” Catra began, her bravado slipping in so easily. “That you never listen to me.”
Adora made an offended noise, half between a gasp and a snort. “I do nothing but listen to you!” she assured.
“Oh yeah?” Catra asked, her face splitting into what she hoped was a shit-eating grin. “Then what did I say?” Then, getting an idea- and, of course, she would never pass up an opportunity to fluster her, she dropped her voice into a rasp and slipped out a “Hmmm, Adora?” that was so disgustingly verging on purring, she knew no one but Adora would find it endearing. And she only knew that because of one particular celebratory confession about her purred “Hey Adora”s.
Bingo.
Catra saw the way Adora’s flush broke out soft and diffused on her face. She was certain that beneath the sleeves of her stretchy top, her shoulders would have the same blush pressing through to the surface. As kids, Catra would always make fun of her for how pink she could get. Adora was pale all her life, basically a sheet of paper, and even when the sky was illuminated by a hot, sweltering sun that left Catra more tanned and freckled than before they had to run drills outside, Adora would find herself burned a delightful shade of pink, particularly across her nose. Catra had found it cute, secretly enjoying whenever they had to go out into the sweltering daylight. Her sunburn lasted forever, too. Back then, whenever Catra talked to her, she could lie to herself, convince herself that the warm, flushed shade across the highest parts of Adora’s cheeks and nose were because of Catra, and not the sunburn.
But, now, the sun was only coming into the room in slats beaming through the curtains.
Catra’s grin deepened, thumbing a dimple into her left cheek. She could feel it. More importantly, she could see the way Adora’s blue, blue eyes, bluer than an achingly hot, cloudless sky, dropped to her lips and then to the side. It didn’t feel real.
“I-Catra!” Adora sputtered, and Catra’s eyes half-lidded, her tail swaying back and forth.
“Yesssss?” she drew out, sliding up so close to Adora, she could see her blush redden in real time, almost bubbling a giggle out of her throat. She stomped it down, but the way her smile twisted for just a moment, twitching up and into fondness- that was harder to control. “All you have to do is tell me what I said, Adora.”
“I- well, now I can’t remember!” Adora said, excusing herself as she turned around and began to walk to the (frankly? Too goddamn comfortable) bed Catra hadn’t spent as much time as she’d like to in. It wasn’t that Catra even slept elsewhere: there were several high perches located both against the walls and hanging suspended from the ridiculously high ceiling in Glitterati’s fancy ass mansion, but Catra didn’t find much time sleeping there, either.
No, it was that there was still shit to do. Still sleepless nights to be had in the strategy room even though the adventure itself, or, rather, this particular adventure before they go bringing magic to the universe, or whatever other hopeful shit the Best Friends Squad (and how weird was it that she was part of that, too?) was going to throw themselves into, had closed. But this work wasn’t really for her, anyway. No, it was Adora’s. Treaties and new laws and strategies to bring in supplies. All Adora. Stupid, selfless, beautiful, smart, wonderful, work-herself-sick Adora.
Which pissed her off, because they’d talked about her taking a damn break every once in a while, but Adora, Ms. Obligation herself, had only smiled, soft, and pressed her palm against Catra’s cheek, “Thanks for looking out for me.”
Catra had wanted to say that there would be nothing left of Adora if she kept giving herself away to everyone, but that was a conversation that stung too deeply into her, reminded her too much of an ending she refused to live to see, when they were alone, in the bowels of the planet, and the world was in tatters, in shambles, and Adora was-
Here. She was Here. With her. Catra’s claws dug into the meat of her palms, grounding her back to reality. Catra had to get out of her damn head, or Adora wouldn’t be with her much longer. Was that true? Fuck, that stung. Catra took in a breath, her ears twitching, and repositioned her grin back onto her face, even if it was just a tad more hollow.
Adora turned around, finally having made it to the bed, and locked eyes with her just for a moment before she, unceremoniously and with all the grace of a battle tank, dropped back into the squish of it, forcing Catra’s unkind thoughts right out of her head. Catra burst into laughter, unexpected, warm, alive so abruptly, the joy jarred her. But Adora just looked so dumb flopping into the mattress.
“You’re like- half engulphed!” Catra said as she laughed, hearing Adora join in, clearly as day. Then, suddenly, muffled. Adora had taken a hand and pressed it over her mouth, pretending like she was sinking even deeper.
“Helpf!” she said, “I’m-ph- SINKING! Catra! Catraaaaaaaa!” Catra howled as Adora made a noise like she was drowning. But, instead of springing into action, (as she did with the fire and didn’t she hear enough teasing after that?) decided to slowly begin to walk over.
“Huh, I wonder what that sound was?” Catra said, seemingly to herself, though the teasing bite laced through her voice made it obvious she was playing around. “And now Adora’s gone? Adora? Adora?” Catra picked up a random pillow on the ground and lifted it as though determined to find her under a 10 inch by 10 inch decoration, and it was a criminal offense that no one else was around to witness her absolute hilarity.
“Not here.”
Not that she wanted anyone else around. She just wanted to be here. With Adora.
With Adora.
She felt so fucking soft. But it didn’t fill her with dread, like before. Instead it was. . .good. Warm.
Sappy as all hell. But good. Catra grinned when she heard a very muffled, very giggly “Caftra” came from the bed, but Catra only gave an over-dramatic sigh as she strolled over and then unceremoniously plopped down- directly onto Adora’s stomach.
“Sometimes, I can still hear her voice- AH!” Catra yelped as Adora pushed her off and cackled to see that Catra’s hair had flopped over both her eyes.
“You-haha- are such an ass!” Adora said, and Catra felt something push her hair out of her face so that she could finally see that, of course, it was Adora, and she was looking at Catra like she was the world.
Her face ached as her grin split farther.
“Ooooh, ass. Now, where did the Magical Princess of the Universe learn such foul language?”
Adora’s expression didn’t change at her teasing, still looking down at Catra with a fondness that almost burned. Her cheeks were still dusted with that same pink flush Catra had envisioned was for her when they were kids, except, now, it was actually for her. Adora was smiling for her, about her. About Catra.
No one, not in her entire life, had ever looked at her like this. She felt. . .endearing.
No one found “Catra Sourpuss Scumbag”, as she’d heard herself called before, endearing.
Yet, Adora’s fingers kept smoothing Catra’s hair away and out of her face until she was just stroking her thumb over her cheek and playing with the wisping, uncontrollable baby hairs at the edges.
“What?” Catra asked, the vulnerability so new. “Do I have something on my face?”
“You’re just-“ Adora began, and Catra almost couldn’t take it, staring up at her.
Adora wasn’t sunlight or any other poetic crap that she’d heard people throw around in loving, awe-struck whispers in the streets. She wasn’t heat. She wasn’t a star. She wasn’t the moon.
She was so much more than that. Catra would never have the words, the thoughts- she could never have enough to describe how Adora could suck her into her world, out of her head, out of her body, even. She’d never be able to condense what and who she thought Adora was because there was no comparison.
They could call her sunshine and starlight all they wanted. They could see the façade. They had never seen Adora slumped over a table, frustrated, exhausted, unwilling to give up. Or Adora furious, livid, running barefoot down a dirty hallway as Catra raced ahead of her, laughing and dangling her toothbrush from her fingers, so determined. They had never seen Adora learning how to do something and failing and failing and failing and getting up every damn time. They didn’t know the wrinkle she got between her brows when she was focusing. They didn’t know the way her shoulders went up around her ears when she was defensive. They didn’t know the way her hair looked in the morning, an entire nest, free of her ponytail, drool at the edge of her lips, wiped away by the back of her hand as she slurred a “What time is it?”, bumping her knees against Catra’s.
How could anything in the universe even compare?
No, Catra didn’t need to say shit. Least of all to get her attention. Adora chose her. She chose her. Did she? Or did she just choose you while it was easy?- Yes. She chose her. She was here.
She was here.
Catra came back to center just in time to see Adora’s expression change to include a mischievous edge. Catra raised a brow and then Adora said, “Actually, yeah, you have something right here. Can I get it for you?”
“What? Where?” Catra brought her hand to her face, completely forgetting that Adora’s own palm was still warming her cheek, and she bumped her fingers into Adora’s, who’s face was getting closer- closer-
Oh.
Adora’s mouth was warm on hers and Catra’s hand twitched over Adora’s before she pressed her palm down against the back of Adora’s hand, grounding herself, feeling more of her. Catra’s eyes shut and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, flinging herself so whole-heartedly into Adora’s orbit. “Adora,” she muttered against her mouth, “Adora-“ (a warm, soft huff) “you’re” (fingers in her hair, running nails against her scalp, just the way she likes) “such. A. dork,” Catra punctuated, swooping in for a new kiss each time she pulled away to speak.
“Mmmm, your dork,” Adora said between kisses, almost absentminded, as though she was stating a fact, like the temperature. But she wasn’t. She was-
