#shadow weavers a+ parenting

[mariabrightmoon]

I was thinking abt something

😶‍🌫️spoiler from season 5

Shadow weaver doesn't want adora to be "distracted" (by catra)

But it can have an ableist hidden meaning and symbolism if we consider that adora has ADHD !!!!

#adhd #adora #catra #shadow weaver #shadow weavers a+ parenting #shera #spop #she ra headcanons #adhd adora #she ra adora #she ra headcanon #shera analysis #spop analysis

[the-worst-bracket]

Round 2F

#polls #lionel luthor #shadow weaver #smallville #she ra and the princess of power fanart #she ra pop #awards for excellence in terrible parenting

[nny11writes]

WiP Wednesday - Hunt Showdown AU because no one stopped me :)

Shadow Weaver was there, knelt in the turned soil. Various blooms surrounded her and a small sack of seeds lay by her side. Of course it was a bit hard to concentrate on that considering the man who was wrapped in barbed wire and half buried looked up at her and began to scream through his gag. Weaver cuffed his ear the way she’d hit Catra a thousand times as she stood and wiped her hands off on her dress.

“You hush while the living are speaking. Your chance was had.”

“Torturing for fun or profit these days?” Catra asked, mildly curious as she stepped over the man to follow her master into the shade of a large willow.

Shadow Weaver sighed heavily, shooting her a side eye as she pulled a canteen off a low branch and handed it to her. The water was blessedly cool as she spoke, “You always think the worst of me. That one there died and rose, not a grunt but not quite human either. Strange tides these days, not that you’d know having been lazing about.”

Catra snorted at that. 

“Oh yeah, nothing to do in hell all damned eternity but kick my feet up.” She screwed the cap back on and gave the canteen back. “Fine, what’s with all this nonsense then? Your hold?”

Weaver glared at her, eyes like ice. “No. But I know the mark, they call themselves infernals. I believe you had some dealings with them before you got sloppy. The Prodigal Daughter no doubt.”

Catra bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood. 

She had not been sloppy the day she died, she had been betrayed.

#catra #shadow weaver #shadow weaver's A+ parenting #casual torture for fun AND profit #hunt showdown AU #Rise up damned soul! #I do not understand the game lore enough to be doing this #big RIP for me considering I'm not even done with the damn bloodborne AU lol #apparently I got a thing for making characters suffer in the torment nexus of whichever game has me hooked atm #yes Weaver is Mama Bootylicious Maye #she is also hail mary and the archaeologist #Perfuma can be the daughter of decay it's fine it's fine it's fine! #Catra has been summoned right out of hell and neither her nor Weaver are happy about it #Catra is a human but no happy afterlife for hunters :) #I have #too many thoughts

[teartra]

Ngl Lady Hong reminded me of Shadow Weaver

#you can argue with me that she loved her kids #she’s still a bad parent tho #lady hong #shadow weaver #foul lady fortune #foul heart huntsman #foul heart huntsman spoilers

[alilfroginacove]

Honestly, if I was Adora, I also would not know what to do with the Rebellion and their way of doing shit.

Like, are you telling me that Glimmer's only punishment for directly disobeying her mother is a - rather light - grounding? That she was able to back talk her mother and general on a fairly regular basis, with little to no consequences?

I would absolutely not know what to do with this, and except in situations where the balance of the world was at stake - the times where breaking the rules is practically irrelevant - I would also just pretend that it wasn't happening or didn't apply to me - which is absolutely what Adora was doing.

While she's She-Ra, she's noble and doing the right thing, and with the savior complex the size of Bright Moon that she's got, any consequences that come would just seem due. But as Adora? I can't imagine she was treating her relationship with the Queen, or with the elder members of the rebellion, much different than she treated her relationship with Shadow Weaver. Safe as long as you play by the rules.

I wonder at what point she realized that she was safe no matter what - no matter whether she was perfect and obedient and exactly what they wanted her to be.

#this is also me just projecting on Adora BUT THATS IRRELEVANT #like what do you mean my safety is not determined by how obedient and perfect i am thats fake fucking news #but also i wonder how this played out with Glimmer's father as time went on - because that man genuinely wants to be everyones dad #the shera brainrot is BACK BABY #she-ra #adora #parental issues #shadow weaver is a BITCH #all the homies hate shadow weaver

[foolforshera]

Here we go! The last fic in the Camp Bright Moon series. This one is called Graduation. Adora is graduating with her doctorate, the pinnacle of her multi-year labors. She has friends, she has family, and she is loved but she is still quietly haunted by her past.

*****

Catra fiddled with the tassel hanging off Adora’s graduation cap.

“OK, you’ve had enough fun with that,” Adora said with a laugh. “You did this same thing when I got my bachelors.”

“I did the same thing when you got your masters as well,” Catra said. “I can’t help it. It’s fun.”

“Just don’t move it yet,” Adora said.

“I remember, I remember,” Catra said with a roll of her eyes and a smile.

Adora waved at someone in the crowd they were standing in below the stadium of the university that Adora had gone to for her doctorate. As Adora looked at the crowd of graduating bachelor degree students, she smiled. She remembered when she’d been there years before and thought of how young they looked now to her even though she wasn’t quite thirty years old just yet. She spotted a few she’d taught when she’d been a teaching assistant for a little while and felt proud she’d had some hand in where they were now.

Catra was dressed in a dark red suit that Adora thought she looked amazing in but that Catra had just grumped about even though she’d admitted she wasn’t going to come watch her wife graduate in jeans and t-shirt that was her everyday wear. That didn’t mean she appreciated the suit, even though Adora definitely did, especially with the scarred and scuffed pair of heavy boots Catra was wearing that gave just the right touch to the rest of the outfit. As she admired Catra once again, one of Catra’s pockets started buzzing.

Read the rest at AO3!

#catra #adora #glimmer #bow #catradora #glimbow #shadow weaver #shadow weaver's a+ parenting #spop #camp bright moon #church camp au

[tiluuuuuuuuuuuu]

Re-watching She-Ra for the first time since it ended and all I can think about right now is that Shadow Weaver reminds me of Mei Nianqing and I'm not too sure why

#shadow weaver #she ra #mei nianqing #tgcf #maybe its the grumpy androgynous parental figure that hates one of their children significantly more than the other #*cough cough* catra *cough cough* mu qing

[rileydrawesandwrites]

Just wanted to put a little reminder out there for y'all:

Shadow Weaver fucking died lol

#She-Ra #Catradora #Shadow weaver #y'all remember when shadow weaver fucking exploded #Shadow weaver | light spinners A+ parenting #Died doing what she loved: traumatizing kids

[savethewaffle]

SPOP CHARACTER CARD NUMBER: 303

#your daily dose of sw being the worst parental figure ever :) #she ra and the princesses of power #catra #shadow weaver #spop

[waterfire1848]

Shadow Weaver: I only ever loved you girls. I did my best to make sure you would succeed to achieve your fullest potential and everything worked out.

Catra: Everything worked out?!?

Shadow Weaver: Yes.

#incorrect quotes #source: black widow #shadow weaver #catra #shadow weaver’s A+ parenting #Adora is in the background #spop #she ra

[chronicsyd]

If there’s only one thing I think the Shera fandom can agree upon it’s that Shadow Weaver died doing what she does best: Traumatizing the FUCK out of Adora and Catra

#spop #shera and the princesses of power #catra #Adora #shadow weaver being shadow weaver #the fact that ao3 has a tag called “Shadow Weavers A+ Parenting #abuse #trauma #we can agree on this #shera fandom #it’s what she does best

[kozzax]

Finished Scarlet. I think I liked the ending but I still want to set my killowatrel on Sada with the instruction "kill". The crater is a lovely pit and I'd like to be there looking at prehistoric pokemon for ages too but Arven is more lovely go talk to him hes your son. Actually don't hes my son now I'm the father and I'm revoking your custody.

#me vibing #good game 10/10 very excited to play the postgame stufd #glad arven has a new momdad in saguaro #i dont think that sadAI/turoAI had any right to pull that oh they loved you so much stuff #when its... pretty clear that like. even if they did the way they treated arven was fucked up #like he makes it very clear that his parent was not there growing up. its him and mabosstiff alone #and sure. maybe they did love him greatly. but telling him that after neglecting him his entire life feels manipulative to me #its like uhh! shadow weaver in shera #yeah ok you/your predecessor cared about them you still fucked up and you dont get to say i loved you so much and then die #anyways arven storyline incredibly good #star storyline also incredibly good #nemona storyline kismesistude(<- homestuck reference. for those of you who dont know homestuck. this one is the hates each others romance.)

[corujalesbica]

Hey, who wants to trashtalk bad ficcional parents with me ? ❤️❤️

#endeavor #voldemort #yes voldy cause apparently he has a kid now #that guy from Tmi too but i firgot his name #and the firelird from avatar #also #shadow weaver #shera #and literally every single parent in PJO #except for sally jackson #cause we stand a queen when we see one

[skyiovecrvz]

spop s1 pilot showing the dichotomy of a parent and daughter relationship. there's a adora-shadow weaver interaction; which implies shadow weaver's true nature early on and then we get queen angella and glimmer's interaction a few mins later.

#shadow weaver is *technically* adora's parent which is why I used that word in the text but we all know she really wasn't #spop #she ra: princess of power #she ra #she ra bow #she ra adora #she ra glimmer #adora #glimmer #bow #elle.txt #queen angella #shadow weaver #she ra and the princesses of power #animated tv storytelling #elle.txt (in tags)

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

pt. 2 to answer @altofmoth 's question (click here to see pt. 1!)

5. mind control

mind control is a classic villain's move but when that villain is supposed to be sympathetic and who later gets into a relationship with the same person they tried to control... yikes.

catra is visibly happy about adora going through excruciating pain because of the virus, she shows no concern or remorse over hurting her former best friend/love interest this way. and she is completely willing to take away adora's freewill if it means defeating the rebellion.

6. attempted murder

yeah, i don't think i have to explain this. again, notice that adora has attempted to murder catra very few times. adora's main objective was just to defeat catra (or get her to join the rebellion) while catra's objective was to always hurt adora in any way possible.

7. catra brags about adora being easy to manipulate

these are just three instances but it's not very romantic to talk about how easily you can manipulate your s/o and take advantage of their weaknesses.

8. weird incestuous undertones

adora and catra were both raised by shadow weaver and has an obvious scapegoat - golden child dynamic. catra especially seeks out shadow weaver's love and validation, and she's jealous of adora because shadow weaver favours adora more.

this is a very common trope between fictional siblings like zuko and azula, cassandra and rapunzel, soren and claudia, etc. and of course, it's a very common dynamic between siblings in real life too, when they are raised by an abusive parent. all of this makes the idea of a romantic relationship between catra and adora pretty icky.

9. catra's redemption or lack thereof doesn't help with this whole situation

catra's redemption is all lipservice. she does actually change at all. let's see,

she still holds adora responsible for things that she didn't do, and acts like adora is a hindrance.

she still uses physical violence on adora for absolutely no reason.

she abandons adora when she's about to die because adora doesn't return catra's romantic feelings (and she later blames adora for always leaving people behind).

not to mention, catra's confession is so guilt trippy. the fact that she apparently loved adora all this time, when she was abusing, manipulating, gaslighting, trying to control and trying to kill adora, is the biggest red flag.

it's not like catra only started liking adora in s5. this confession reframes their entire relationship and implies that catra tortured adora physically and emotionally because she was in love with her. and again, the whole “just this once, stay” implies that catra still thinks that adora abandoned her, after everything that happened.

so yeah, i hope this answers your question!

#spop critical #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #spop #she ra #anti spop #anti catra #anti catradora #anti c//a #anticatra #anticatradora #tw abuse #tw manipulation #tw physical abuse #tw verbal abuse #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional abuse #tw guilt tripping #tw victim blaming #tw toxic relationship

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟔   ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜   |   NAKAWE PALACE, AUGUST 1991

❧  𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  /  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  /  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

   ❛  In the premier’s sitting room, Beatriz’s memories transported her back to a formative childhood moment. Her education began early, as was customary, but the distance between Canarís and Nakawe in those days meant she didn’t shadow the king himself until later. She was instead inseparable from her father, observing the birthright governorship that the men of Uspana’s assembly would deny her some years later. Still, her memory of Fernando was strong—a perfect jester of a grandfather, energetic and jovial. He was unlike her father in many ways, but they had both been paternal men. Beatriz believed to this day that her papa was the best father in the world, and she regretted that he hadn’t lived to become a jovial grandfather, too. Of course, the most notable difference was her grandfather’s effectiveness. Liberal pens rewrote history in the succeeding decades, but Beatriz remembered that fact well.

❧ ran out of time but didn't want to postpone so i kinda totally 100% phoned this one in dsfsdfjk BUT nando cameo !!!!! grandpa !!!!! uses the phrase "people of means" unironically !!!!! love him, can't wait to go back to the 1930s someday

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

The room belonged to Hernan Perdignon when Beatriz entered it for the first time. Fernando had disliked him on ideological grounds, and Alfonso respected him for his principles, but it had been neither that led to his being gunned down in a public market midway through his first term. The Depression ground down everyone. Even Beatriz recalled those as lean years—if, primarily, because her father’s guilt made him insist their household behave as if though its purse shrunk along with everyone else’s. It did, but not in a way they felt. Her mother’s ongoing spending, the very spectacle of it, proved as much. Meanwhile, Alfonso insisted they buy only food without import taxes and pay for cheap fabric at the market. It didn’t matter that the bolts went from the weaver’s mangled hands into those of better paid seamstresses and tailors. Her father reduced their estate’s livestock by half, but they didn’t have to take them out back and slaughter them to do it. 

Before they departed for the meeting at Nakawe Palace, her grandfather had knelt down to give her instructions with uncharacteristic seriousness. Neither her grandparents nor her parents ever lived at Nakawe Palace itself. They rode over, whether in a carriage, a chauffeured town car, or one of her mother’s sleek, dangerous roadsters. When she could drive herself, Beatriz visited in a doorless military issue four-by-four. A black sedan was to Fernando’s back on this day as he explained that he wanted her to stand perfectly quiet and still, doll-like, while he talked to the premier. It wasn’t just a matter of being well-behaved. ‘Stare him down,’ Fernando intoned. ‘Don’t look away for a minute. If he looks at you, don’t back down. Keep him in a fixed gaze, and keep your ears open.��� She’d asked, confused, ‘Open?’ and prompted a laugh from him. ‘Listen to us, Bird. Listen like you listen to your papa.’ That, she knew could do.

Perdignon laughed, deep and good-natured, when he saw her stroll into the room ahead of the king. That was the desired effect, and Fernando assured him with a wink that six year old Beatriz could conduct a meeting with a politician just as well as anyone else. Indeed, the premier noted she was a somber child. She stood like a sentry at the edge of the king’s chosen sofa, her hands clasped, the maturity of her comportment undermined only by the girlish ribbons in her hair. Most of the conversation went over her head, and that was fine. She focused as best she could on what her grandfather had requested: although at times distracted by a bird in the window, a vase on a shelf, the movement of aides just beyond the room’s open door, she stared hard at Perdignon’s expressive face while the men conversed. Like their spirited debate about economics, the reason Fernando had asked this of her was beyond her grasp at the time. She only understood later what it accomplished—in the tense quiet between barbed words, when the king’s expectant challenges went unmet, when the premier fell silent in resignation. Perdignon found the attentive audience in miniature charming. As the meeting dragged on, though, he found it unsettling. 

There was an art to it, to unsettling and intimidating and domination. It demanded subtlety. Although some pretended to forget, her ancestors had known that and passed the wisdom down. It was the warm bath that became a boiling pot. It was a gentle touch. It was an unexpectedly stifling room, an uninvited guest, inexplicable body language, threats delivered with luxurious kindness. Beatriz could browbeat and curse when it suited her. In fact, that’s what she loved. Neither her stature nor her pedigree suggested as much, which became its own kind of unsettling. Still, she approached her work more often as a strategist rather than with self-indulgence. She learned early and well that her claim to dominion—her queenhood, her king’s crown—rested on precision and finesse just as much as the very real force underwriting it.

Eladio Guillen’s sitting room was worlds away from the one that had belonged to Hernan Perdignon. Much of the decorations remained unchanged in the six intervening decades, but this was a different time and place. This was, too, a different premier. Unlike Perdignon, Guillen wouldn’t be lionized for his devotion to the nation. His aspirations were not grand; by Beatriz’s measure, they were small and petty, which made him more susceptible to precision, finesse, and force alike. It was her prerogative to choose a premier from among the winning coalition’s candidates, and she had chosen him for that very reason. Her mind wandered to a memory of instruction, but it was only because Guillen failed to maintain her attention. There was no real need for strategy today. He talked about nothing, meandering and wandering. Beatriz was a shepherd. He was a chicken, headless.

Beatriz refocused herself soon enough, crossing her ankles as she interrupted Guillen to state, “Arnaut was here yesterday. Was it productive?”

Guillen readjusted as well, leaning back into the cushion with a sigh. They regarded each other as he thought through his response. “Well,” he began, meeting Beatriz’s sharp eyes. “It’s a good kind of sentimental, what you all are trying to do for my late princess. Believe me.” The queen prompted him to continue with a raise of her eyebrows. “Still, I was skeptical when she was pitching it herself, and she was a much better communicator than my prince. He’s just all over the place and nowhere at the same time, I hear. Hard to find a mess he hasn’t stepped in.”

Beatriz’s expression remained unchanged as she listened. There were no surprises in Guillen’s report; his were words she could have just as easily said herself—and, whether casually or in frustration, likely had. Yet, it roiled her to hear them from him. She could imagine the meeting, and she could envision Guillen’s smirking face as Arnaut made a show of his inexperience. There was no trace of amusement as he sat before her now, but she found his apologetic demeanor just as rankling. 

Maintaining an even tone, she followed up with, “What do you want, Guillen?”

“What?” He sounded surprised—or, she thought, feigned it. 

“What do you want?” she repeated, leaning forward. “Do you have strong feelings about higher education? Do you want to humiliate my son? Is it completely irrelevant to you and just … 'weighing interests'?” That was Guillen’s terminology. He ferried it from his corporate background into the premiership, and now it cropped up time and time again in meetings Beatriz had to endure. This vague, euphemistic bandage encapsulated his politics well. Likewise, it had infected underlings, admirers, and enemies indiscriminately. 

“It has nothing to do with him, my queen,” Guillen protested.

Beatriz shrugged. “Perhaps that’s how I heard it.”

However feebly, the premier was determined to defend himself. It seemed apparent to him that he had hit a nerve, even as the queen performed nonchalance. He hadn’t addressed her other suppositions. In a way, that didn’t matter. They both knew he had no abiding interest in this particular arena of policy. His mind, when it went into the weeds, entertained more attractive prospects like free trade and technological innovation. Even then, the name of the game was weighing interests. The outlier was pointed, almost as sharp as if she’d jabbed him with a pin: had he humiliated her son? It wasn’t his place to clarify that someone else had done it, actually, and he had only piled on by letting it happen in his presence. Perhaps that had been ill-advised, he wondered now. Still, it wasn’t often in the course of his business that someone’s mother checked their work. He was unsure how to handle it.

“That may be,” he conceded with a short sigh “But, I didn’t mean that.” 

Beatriz sniffed. “You said what you said, and that tells me something.” She paused, and Guillen straightened in anticipation. “I don’t need you to respect my son. That’s his concern. What I need is for you to work with him. These are not playdates or sentiments. For this project, he is my emissary. His work is the Crown’s work. And, for the Crown to work with your work … Well. Do you understand me?” 

This, Guillen understood all too well. It was almost all he understood.

TRANSCRIPT:

[Premier talking]

BEATRIZ | Arnaut was here yesterday. Was it productive? GUILLEN | It’s a good kind of sentimental, what you all are trying to do for my late princess. Believe me.

GUILLEN | Still, I was skeptical when she was pitching it herself, and she was a much better communicator than my prince. He’s just all over the place and nowhere at the same time, I hear. Hard to find a mess he hasn’t stepped in.

BEATRIZ | What do you want, Guillen? GUILLEN | What? BEATRIZ | What do you want? Do you have strong feelings about higher education? Do you want to humiliate my son? Is it completely irrelevant to you and just … "weighing interests"?

GUILLEN | It has nothing to do with him, my queen. BEATRIZ | Perhaps that's how I heard it. GUILLEN | That may be. But, I didn't mean that.

BEATRIZ | You said what you said, and that tells me something. I don’t need you to respect my son. That’s his concern. What I need is for you to work with him. These are not playdates or sentiments. For this project, he is my emissary. His work is the Crown’s work. And, for the Crown to work with your work … Well.

BEATRIZ | Do you understand me?

GUILLEN | Of course, my queen. I'll call him soon. Why don’t we return to the matter at hand? Pending bill forty-seven and excluding the Armorica provision, as you requested—

BRISIDA | The Canarís location? You’re sure? [Door opening]

??? | He requested the number. They do have a good auction there. We have a fax of the purchasing arrangement proposal, if you need it—company policy. It’ll be signed at the sale next week, I believe. BRISIDA | What day? ??? | Tuesday morning. Ten o’clock, if they’re punctual.

BRISIDA | Great. Nothing further; just let it proceed. Thank you. ??? | Our pleasure. Please give my queen our warmest wishes. BRISIDA | Uh huh. Goodbye.

BEATRIZ | The surveillance order? BRISIDA | Just needs those details and your signature. BEATRIZ | Always on top of things. Good.

#ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e04