Adora

Adora had been curled up comfortably in bed, fast asleep, when something large and heavy landed on her stomach.

Leaping out of bed, she brandished the nearest item to hand at the Horde-issue duffel with Shadow Weaver (mommy issues) stencilled on it. A moment later Catra (worries for) and Catra (worries about) joined it.

She barely had time for more than a "What the...?" before she was buried under a veritable rain of duffles, including but not limited to imposter syndrome (She-Ra), selfish child, only a weapon, and hair envy.

Sadly, the pile was actually smaller than it would've been if this had happened not even a year ago.

[Open.]