#The etherian exchange

[jo-v-ie]

My secret santa for this years Etherian exchange for Hybgoblin!

#TEE #The etherian exchange #shera #she ra and the princesses of power #shera spop #catradora #catra #adora #catradora Christmas

[ericas-spop-blog]

The Horde and Toxic Strength

The Etherian Horde, at least superficially, expects all it's members to be "Strong". So let's dig into what that means.

Being Strong means being a provider, a protector. It means being The Only One who can do something, holding a monopoly on some necessary resource or task.

Being Strong means being skilled, getting promoted, winning at life. It is treating every action and interaction as a competition, with a requirement to always hold the scoreboard's top slot.

Being Strong means being stoic. It means not being ruled by your emotions; being rational and making the correct choices, sublimating your own desires into the concept of The Greater Good and the demands of society.

And, implicit to all the of the above, Strength means violence, because violence is the tool of the Strong; you protect by attacking external threats, you win by bringing overwhelming force to bear, you remain stoic by channelling the feelings you supposedly don't have into the outlet of punching things.

And that's why everyone isn't strong.

Necessary Weakness

If Being Strong is about protecting and providing, then there needs to be someone in need of protection. Someone who can't defend themselves, who is dependant upon the Strong to provide that service.

If being Strong is about winning, then someone needs to lose; there need to be names filling out the bottom of the scoreboard - more than that, there need to be names that don't even make it onto the list. Jobbers who's only role is to fail.

The Etherian Horde's concept of Strength is built on a bedrock of conflict and threat. The Weak need to exist so that the Strong have something to define themselves against. But Strength demands so much more from 'The Weak' than simple failure.

A Warped Social Contract

Strength as defined above implicitly requires a power imbalance - the Strong have power the Weak lack - but it's not about simple dominance, with the Strong forcing the Weak to cater to them.

The Strong do have obligations; they owe stoicism and service to society. It is their duty to work, to produce, to march off to war. They must protect and provide, they have to win - and if they do so, their Weak dependants will be pulled along in their wake, able to share in the fruits of their labour.

In return, society obligates the Weak to care for, support, and - not to put too fine a point on it - coddle the Strong. Because Strength demands stoicism, the suppression of emotion in service to 'The Greater Good', it pushes the job of care and emotional labour onto the Weak. It is the duty of the Weak to watch from the sidelines, ready to rush in at half-time with towels and treats, to devote themselves to cheering and comforting, ensuring that the Strong remain strong (and place their own feelings and needs on the shelf to do so).

It is transactional, a tit-for-tat bargain, duty and debt and obligation. But it's not a transaction between the Strong and the Weak - it is a bargain between both groups and society as a whole. It is society - the Horde and it's war - that demands the labour of the Strong in return for the love and care of the Weak, that promises the Weak safety and security in exchange for the care they provide.

The binary of Strength and Weakness is a social construct and a social contract. And it is not optional.

Enforcement

The power structure of the Horde is deeply invested in the creation and maintenance of this binary - it is what allows it to function [in a manner of speaking]; it creates good little soldiers, and the support structures needed to keep those soldiers compliant and functional [for long enough to be useful]. And it self-corrects when individual cogs waver in their role.

If the Weak are not weak - if they win, if they are no longer afraid - then there is nothing to compel their participation, no reason for them to continue providing emotional labour for the Strong. Except, of course, that they are denying the Strong the care that society has said is their due.

Violence is the tool of the Strong, and Strength is found in wielding it to claim what is rightfully theirs. If the Weak are not sufficiently afraid of external threats, there is always an internal threat, waiting in the wings.

And the Strong? Strength is about continuous, unstoppable winning; failure is unthinkable. If the Strong can fail, then it means they aren't the only ones who can do this, they they are unable to provide the flawless performance and protection that justifies their place in the system - the very existence of 'Strong' as a category.

So, when failure does occur (and it inevitably will), thumbs are put on scales. Struggles are left unseen, mistakes ignored. Coincidences are treated as the product of skill and planning. Mediocre results are framed as the greatest of victories, winning redefined so as to reinforce the status quo. Losing isn't punished. It's erased.

Which is not to say that the Strong are untouchable. If they question their role - if they balk at the labour demanded of them, if they call out hypocrisy, if they try to leave - the system will revoke their Strength. It will take the thumb off the scale, remember every fault and failing, strip them of every prize and possession. The threat that hovers over the Strong is not that they will be made Weak - it's that they will be made nothing at all.

Because the system doesn't care if people fail to live up to the impossible standards it creates; what it cares about is that those standards continue to be perceived as legitimate and attainable. What it punishes is rejection of the system.

Conclusion

So that's what Strength is, in the Etherian Horde.

It's hanging your entire identity on being a protector, it's measuring your worth by how much you win, it's bottling all your feelings up forever, it's making "just punch him" the only acceptable answer to conflict.

It's demanding that "the Weak" lessen themselves, fold themselves up, and let you control them to justify your privileged place in society. It is insisting that you are owed endless emotional labour, that it is just and right and good that society makes these demands on your behalf.

It is the impulse to use violence whenever any of the above is challenged, the belief that your anger isn't a feeling you're having (it isn't a feeling at all), but a moral imperative that you are compelled to act on.

It is a constant nattering fear that if you don't, that if you stop to question any of this, then the world will realize that you aren't Strong, that you're a fake, a poseur, worthless. That you must comply, because without Strength, you are nothing.

In short, it's fucking toxic masculinity.

#spop #media analysis #toxic masculinity #gender roles #the horde #long post

[yourfellowhuman07]

Fates Rewritten

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 Fanfiction

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For years, The Princess Alliance has been campaigning for their independence from the Eternian Empire to no avail. Out of options, they seek the help of Zoria, the only galactic entity that matches the might of the Eternians. Now with the crown prince's army, the Etherians must fight against the Eternian armies and their mightiest warrior: She-Ra.

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Chapter 1: Only Option

Heavy curtains covered the windows, and trusted guards flanked the locked doors. The Alliance silently sat around the war table in their respective seats. Tension wove through the air as they sat, glancing at each other.

Queen Angella broke the silence.

“I suppose we all know why we are here.” Her voice was slightly wavering. Micah wrapped his hand around hers.

“What did the Eternians say this time?” Netossa asked, her voice a melting pot of emotions.

“They said no… again,” everyone groaned in frustration.

Angella gave a hard sigh. The Princess Alliance has been campaigning for independence from the Eternian Empire for years. The Eternians were strict and expected so much from the small planet. The Empire has taken nearly 65% of the planet’s resources, leaving little for the ordinary people of Etheria. And everyone who sat at that table knew that if they did not have the power they had, they would be right with those commoners.

“Urg,” Glimmer groaned, “what will it take to convince them?” She shouted. “We’ve sent countless petitions, representatives, diplomats-” Bow touched her shoulder, halting her tirade.

“I know, Glimmer.” Angella pinched the space between her brows, “I just-”

“Why don’t we just go to war with them?” Frosta interjected, “They clearly don’t listen to the peaceful approach. If we beat them, they would have to listen to us.”

“We have been over this, Frosta. It’s not that simple.” Castaspella sighed.

“Castaspella is right. We have no chance of beating the Eternians in combat. They are one of the largest military forces in the galaxy.” General Juliet explained.

“So, we’re pretty much out of options.” Castaspella lamented.

“What if we get the help of some other planet? They can lend us their army, giving us a fighting chance against the Eternians.” Frosta suggested.

“Oh please,” Mermista scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We’d have to recruit a hundred planets to fight against the Eternians!”

The two exchanged a few more words as the gears in Bow’s head started to turn.

“What about the Zorians?” Bow suggested, his eyes lighting up with a spark of hope. “They have an army strong enough to rival the Eternians, and they have the best magic across the galaxy.”

“The Zorians and the Eternians have been at peace for decades. Why would they throw that away for a small colony like ours?” Netossa exclaimed.

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“Are we sure there aren’t any other options?” Perfuma exclaimed. “What if they take it as an insult?”

“What other choice do we have? The Zorians are the only entity with an army strong enough to rival the Eternians.” Bow explained.

“Aren’t they a little… violent though? What if they take this farther than we want them to.”

“Violent or not, it’s our only option outside Etheria,”

“Shouldn’t we put more thought into this? What’s stopping them from betraying us or taking our planet for themselves?”

“I agree with Perfuma. We have no indication we can trust them, and they have no reason to trust us.” Castaspella added. Scorpia nodded in agreement.

“I think it sounds fun,” Entrapta expressed. “I’ve recently been researching Zorian culture and tech, and I would love to visit their planet. It’s fascinating how they seamlessly blend magic and tech. Also, how their magic is an extension of their bodies, yet so tied to their plan-”

“Okay, Geek Princ-” Netossa lightly slapped Mermista on the arm. “Ow. Okay. Entrapta, this isn’t a vacation. We’re talking about starting an interplanetary war!”

“When did I express this as a vacation?”

“I think,” Angella interjected, “we should try to ask the Zorians for their aid. As General Juliet said, no other military can rival the Eternians, so Zoria is our best bet if we want independence.”

“I say we take a vote.” Micah suggested, “All those in favor of asking the Zorians for their help, raise your hand.”

Eight out of the thirteen members raised their hands.

“Then it is settled. We will request an audience with the High King and Queen of Zoria and plead our case.”

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Four tall guards lead the Alliance down a long corridor. Small streams ran along the floor only inches from the wall. Small bowls fastened to the walls emitted smoke that had some sort of calming effect (which didn’t help the Alliance at that point). Columns were spaced every twelve paces with small patterns carved into them. The windows were stained glass mosaics that formed the likeness of past rulers, creating a light rainbow of colors across the walls and floor.

The guard’s black armor clanked against itself as they walked, with each guard having a different color lining the metal plates. Their helmets cast a shadow over their face, which only allows the glow of their eyes and mouth through the blackness. They held long spears, but the blades were not metal. Instead, it was out of electricity that crackled and sizzled as the handle hit the ground. Princess Entrapta could only eye the electric blade as she fought off all instincts to get a closer look.

The rest of the Alliance followed the guards with trepidation. Their eyes danced between the other intimidating guards lining the long corridor.

With a low whoosh, large double doors opened to the expanse of the throne room, illuminated by the enormous skylight in the ceiling. More bowls of sweet-smelling smoke were hung on the wall, filling the room with their scent. Two waterfalls flowed from each side of a platform facing the door. Their clear currents branched off into the small streams that flowed down the hallways. Above the platform is an ornate stained glass mosaic of the capital city. On that platform sat the High King and Queen of Zoria on their thrones. The glass mosaic behind them created a halo of light around them, giving this intimidating yet ethereal look.

High King Orphir was a tall, broad man with red sienna eyes that could burn you up with a single gaze. His hair was a curly burgundy and woven into a long braid reaching his waist. He wore a sangria-colored tabard that stopped at his knees over mahogany pants tucked in tall leather boots and a long merlot cape. Black tattoos peeked out of his clothes. He had a calm expression and sat leaning slightly toward his wife, Queen Ziella.

Queen Ziella was a tall, thin woman with a piercing icy-blue gaze. Her silky, indigo hair was up in a couple of small braids that led to a bun at the top of her head. She wore a cobalt tabard that stretched to the hem of her indigo dress. Her posture was impeccably straight, with her hands folded neatly in her lap.

A small (for his species) steward standing next to the door cleared his throat. He wore impeccably tailored garments that were not a thread loose or a button out of place.

“Presenting The Princess Alliance of Etheria.” He announced, slightly louder than he needed.

Queen Angella and King Micah stepped forward, giving a bow, followed by the rest of the Alliance.

High King Orphir sat up straighter as his eyes zeroed in on the Alliance.

“Welcome to Zoria,” he greeted, his low voice carrying itself to every corner of the room. “I trust your travels fared well.” Even with a calm demeanor, his hard accent gave his words an unintentional bite.

“Yes, thank you, High King Orphir. I am Queen Angella of Brightmoon. We humbly thank you and Queen Ziella for your audience.” Queen Angella replied. She and King Micah gave a bow, swiftly followed by the rest of the Alliance.

“What is it that you require?” Queen Ziella cut in with her sharp tone.

“We have come from Etheria to humbly request your aid in our efforts to leave the Eternian empire.” Queen Angella chose her words carefully, sweat already forming on her skin. “We have spent the last four years trying to plead our case, and all attempts have led to nothing. We hope that with your support, diplomatic or not, we can gain our independence from the Eternians.”

“What sort of support are you hoping for?” High King Orphir leaned forward in his seat.

“Any sort of aid would help us.”

The High King and Queen shared a look.

Queen Ziella held up her hand.

“A moment.”

The two monarchs turned to each other and calmly debated in their native tongue, which only served to heighten the anxiety of the Alliance.

High King Orphir turned back to the Alliance.

“We are willing to offer our support. I will meet with the Eternian rulers and plead your case in two days.”

“Thank you, your majesty. We appreciate your support.”

“Wait,” Princess Frosta interjected. Everyone’s heads whipped over to the young princess. She stepped forward. “What if things go further than that? What if war is the only path to our independence.” A few of the braver Alliance members nodded in agreement.

The rulers turned to each other, once more exchanging in their native tongue. After a moment, the High King turned back the nervous Alliance.

“That is something we do not know. It all depends on how the Eternians react to my proposal. Furthermore, our general will have a say in the matter.”

With a loud, sudden whoosh, the wooden doors flung open, letting in a tall, armored figure.

#spop #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #she ra #hyperfixation #spop fanfic #fanfic #angella #micah #glimmer #mermista #scorpia #frosta #perfuma #sea hawk #bow #Fates Rewritten

[sometipsygnostalgic]

“Love Day”, a catradora fanfic

I was apprehensive about posting this, because it is a personal gift for @phosphoricbomb​! 

But here is Love Day which is a fic that I wrote in her dms from the very random brain thoughts in my head on February 14th. 

It’s the first fic I’ve posted in many months and my silliest yet. Enjoy! 

Adora was drinking a coca cola, her favourite drink, in the Bright Moon kitchen area. She was banned from the kitchen area, after her first and final attempts at cooking dinner for everyone. But nobody was around right now, so she could drink as much coke as she needed and feel only mildly guilty about it!

Suddenly, with a loud SPARK, a wild Glimmer appeared.

"ADORA!!"

Adora yelped and dropped her coca cola glass on the floor, spraying both her and Glimmer, who would've probably been pissed off if she wasn't already so stressed.

Glimmer grabbed her arms. "Adora... I NEED your help!!! I haven't figured out what I'm going to do for Bow on Love Day!!"

"Love Day?" said Adora. "What the hell is Love Day?"

Glimmer narrowed her eyes at Adora. "The annual Etherian holiday where you show the person most special to you that you appreciate them, through exchange of cards and gifts?"

"Aaaa???" Adora was suddenly panicking too. "Oh no, what? Is that today?"

"YES!!"

"But I haven't got anything for Catra! She's going to think I'm a terrible girlfriend and leave me forever!"

Glimmer shook Adora. "You can't be having a crisis about not getting anything, I'm having a crisis about not getting anything! Just get her... like... a squeaky toy, or your old hoodie!  I need ideas for Bow!!!"

"Um. Get him, uhh.." Adora scratched her chin. "Get him a guitar pick or something."

"Musical instruments? Eh, maybe. Okay well you're shit out of luck, BYE ADORA!!!"

"WAIT NO GLIMMER YOU HAVE TO HELP ME TOO---"

And Glimmer teleported out of the room, leaving Adora alone, to figure out what to do for Catra!!! Adora rushed through her own things to see if there was anything she could give to Catra. Ahah - A SWORD!! Wait no. Was Catra interested in swords? Or was that just something Adora was interested in. But having a sword is the COOLEST thing ever. Or was it only cool to Adora? Would Catra think Adora got a gift for herself? Well it was literally one of her own swords, so was it just a handaway? AaaaaaH!!! Why is this so hard!!!

Adora also looked through her old hoodies. Sure, Catra nuzzled up against them every time she got the opportunity. But was it really fair to give it as a Love Day gift? How all out were you supposed to go for this? In the Horde, sure, being given someone's old clothes was a dream come true!!! Catra wore Adora's old uniforms ALL the time. But these hoodies were ALREADY covered in Catra's fur, and Adora suspected that Catra preferred to steal her hoodies rather than actually own them.

Adora made her way back to the kitchen area, wondering if Catra would instead want to make food, when she bumped into Frosta and Sea Hawk! Adora processed the scene in front of her. Sea Hawk was throwing coal into the oven, like he was trying to power a steam engine.

"More... MORE!!!" Frosta yelled. The oven was burning up a storm, the fire inside probably heating up way past its normal limits.

On top of it, Adora could see several chunks of large metal.  They were being heated up by the gas burner.

"Uhhh.... what... is happening here?" she asked. "Are you, are you supposed to use it like that?"

Frosta laughed maniacally. "We are making GUNS!!!!"

"That's right", Sea Hawk replied cheerfully. "Frosta is helping me make a sniper rifle for sweet Mermista! She always wanted to be a secret assassin, and what better gift than to make her dreams come true!!"

"So is that why you're filling the oven with coal?" Adora asked.

"It's so that the fire on the stove burns HOT ENOUGH to MELT the METAL," said Sea Hawk, "so we can make the gun!"

"You do realise that the temperature of the bottom part doesn't... power the stove, right?"

"Hmm? That's nonsense", said Sea Hawk. "This is CLEARLY where the fuel goes--- Oh dear---"

The oven was starting to MELT from the inside, droplets of metal and paint pouring onto the floor, while the metal chunks at the top had barely heated up at all!

"YESSSSS" cried Frosta. "MORE FIRE!!!"

Adora, not wanting to get Super Banned from the kitchen, ran away before the fire alarm went off. There was no way any advice from Sea Hawk was going to help her make a gift from Catra, especially if they weren't actually able to make any guns for her.

Adora, starting to feel hopeless, wandered into the basement area. How was she going to explain things to Catra? "Sorry Catra, I found out Love Day existed like 5 minutes ago so I got you nothing, here's a hug!"?? She couldn't even make Catra some certified Fake Ration Biscuits now! She was CERTAIN that Catra was going to open another portal as soon as she realised Adora hadn't even thought to gift her anything.

She stepped on something--- and it YELPED, and scratched her leg! Actually no, it didn't scratch her leg, it deliberately drew a taser and gave her a quick zippity zap.

"Ouch!!"

She realised that what she had stepped on was a small robot kitten, which wandered away into the newly built Bright Moon Lab of Robots and Awesome Science, aka, BRIMOLRAS, which was a stupid name, but she wasn't going to argue with  Entrapta.

Adora entered the lab, and saw Scorpia talking to Entrapta animatedly, while she focused intensely on something.

".....so she told me that I looked really pretty in the earrings, and I said 'Thanks, they belonged to my aunt!', and she said 'I hope I can meet your aunt one day', and I said 'That's too bad, because she was murdered by the Horde 30 years ago!!', and I don't know why but that really killed the mood, but anyway, that's why I wanted to give her some earrings too. They're awesome right?"

Scorpia held up the earrings, which were warped copper rings that had incredibly ameteur attempts at what appeared to be wooden scorpions attached to them. One of the scorpions appeared to have a blob on its head and was smiling happily in the way you'd see in a small child's drawing. The other had a spiky head, and was a bit larger, but unfortunately its tail appeared to have snapped off.

Entrapta raised an eyebrow, before smiling. "I think Perfuma will wear them every day :D"

Hmm. Maybe Entrapta and Scorpia could help Adora sort something out for Catra?

The robot cat meowed loudly, and the pair looked up at Adora. "Hey," Adora started, "could I have help with--" The cat meowed loudly again. "Making a gift---" MEOW!!!

"SHUSH, CHEESOID" said Entrapta. "Sorry Adora, she gets like this when she doesnt have Electrical Robo Snacks. Scorpia could you feed some to her?"

"Oh - Got it!!!" Scorpia replied, upright and happily grabbing a thing. It dispensed glowing smaller thingies which the robot cat preyed upon like it was starving to death. Scorpia cooed over it and patted its head, and the cat hissed at her. This didn't stop her gooey eyes at "Cheesoid".

Adora coughed. "Anyway---"

"Are you here because you need help making a gift for Catra for Love Day because you didn't know it existed until just now?" said Entrapta, hair hand pointing up and a smirk on her face.

Adora was stunned but only for a moment because she was used to this bullshit from Entrapta. "Okay, yes."

"That's okay," said Entrapta. "At least four other people have approached me today with the same issue! Thirteen minutes ago, I was helping Glimmer repaint her gift for Bow. Then she warned me not to help Sea Hawk make any guns! I haven't spoken to Sea Hawk yet but I'm 50/50 on whether I will help him make guns."

"I don't know what I can give her :(" said Adora. "I've known Catra for so long, but... we only got together, a couple of months ago." She sat down on a nearby table, shoving aside a couple of grenades to make room.  "I want to make Catra feel important, like she is special to me. How can I do that if I won't even do anything on LOVE day of all things? And, maybe she'll be okay with it, but.... I won't be. I'm not fine with knowing I let her down." Adora sighed, and stared at the floor.

...A tendril of hair patted her on the head gently. "There there!"

Then Adora dared to look up, teary eyed, and saw Scorpia staring straight into her soul with the most sappy, almost tearful expression! "Ahh!!" Adora yelped. "Eye contact!!!"

She fell backwards off the chair, knocking over the grenades. Fortunately Entrapta caught them all, and had room to also catch Adora, pushing her back onto the table, where Scorpia gripped her arms determinedly.

"You care so much about Catra!!" Scorpia yelled.  "I'm so... You're so sweet!!" She started bawling and hugged Adora very hard. "I'm so... I'm sorry, I just have so many feelings right now! I used to feel the same way, but you know her so much better than I do. You're made for each other Q_Q" Scorpia continued crying, and Adora tried to resume breathing. Entrapta stopped what she was doing for a moment, rotating her chair and looking at them both.

"Maybe you can't think of anything to give Catra, because neither of you know what she likes yet?" she said. "I know that Scorpia and Hordak thought they hated kim chi stew, but the first time they tried it, they asked for it every night. Even with me cooking!"

Adora huffed, insofar as it was possible while being hug crushed. "We just... we've barely been able to do anything, I don't even know who I am anymore... I guess I'm still learning who Catra has become, what she likes."

"It's going to take a while", said Entrapta. "Fortunately, I ALREADY KNOW what Catra likes!!!"

Entrapta spinned on her chair and took out a couple of charts. Entrapta was able to maintain so many charts and make so many things in a short time that Adora was wondering if she was living in a parallel plane where time was slowed down.

"See, it says right here.... Catra likes the colours black and red, dangerous new weapons, and cuddling Adora. Underlined in three black lines. She REALLY LIKES cuddling Adora."

Adora blushed. "Wait does this mean a hug is a viable gift then?"

"After doing much research, I've concluded Love day is less about materials... and more about spending time with the people you care about!!! But a hug tends to be a free offering."  Entrapta was rotating slowly on the chair and Adora tried to turn with her so she could see the chart, and was getting dizzy. "Catra likes some material things, and some immaterial things. She loves Melog, who as a cat companion, is both cuddly AND a friend. But maybe she would like something that represents Adora directly, when Adora is not there? Or at least something to remind her of you." This talk was starting to break Adora's brain. Cuddly, a friend, and would remind her of Adora..? She watched the robot cat purring on the floor, Entrapta patting it on the head once again. Its grumpy deeanour reminded her of Catra and Melog. The difference is, the cat wasn't very fluffy, and wasn't that down for cuddles--

"AHAH!!!" A flash of inspiration went through Adora. "I got it!!!" She pried her way out of Scorpia's arms using She ra strength. Scorpia sniffed and wiped her nose. "Alright Entrapta", Adora continued, "Can I borrow... uhh.... some material, some sewing needles, and any amount of fluff you might have?"

"Oh the sewing needles are over there next to the chainsaw", said Entrapta. "But I'm all out of fluff and material, you can steal it from Glimmer's secret pillow armory."

"Great, THANKS." Adora ran out of the room, and then back in again. "By the way is that thing you're working on for Hordak?"

Entrapta looked up from where she had started welding again. "For Hordak? Oh, no. This is my own power suit. I haven't got anything for---" She snapped the mask up. "WAIT!!! I forgot to finish Hordak's gift!!! I only have two hours!" She grabbed Scorpia. "Please help. If I don't get Hordak a gift for Love Day, he'll be so sad---" Adora couldn't stay and hear Entrapta resolve her crisis, for she had work to do. She found Glimmer's secret Pillow Armory, which everyone stole pillows from regularly because they were the softest fluffiest pillows, and got to work!!!

Two hours later, everyone came together at dinner... which was a takeaway for Sea Hawk reasons... and began sharing their Love Day gifts.

Micah went first. He placed a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table, Angella's favourite. Castaspella and Glimmer hugged him.

It was silent for a while. Then Netossa launched something at Spinerella with her net!!! Spinerella looked up and narrowed her eyes. "A code for Sea of Thieves? Really?" "Hell yes, said Netossa. "We haven't played together since your Xbox Gold expired. Season 7 is SOOO much better Spinny, we're going to sink so many people!"

Bow coughed nervously, bringing out his gift for Glimmer. "I got you... a new cloak?" 

It had a sparkly under layer like Glimmer's current cloak, but it was much warmer, with a fuzzy white collar sewed onto it. It was magnificient, the colours of the galaxy. Glimmer looked so... happy, almost tearfully, and teleported to Bow, hugging him instantly. "Oh-- I got you something too!" she said bashfully. Then Glimmer pulled out.... a SHIELD!!! It was wrapped in a bow. And it had Bow's face printed on it with a wink, in his own art. That was probably the secret work Entrapta helped with but while Adora was autistic she still knew it was a bad idea to tell the world how last minute Glimmer's gift idea was. "It's your SUPER HERO shield", said Glimmer. So... you're safe, while you're protecting people  🥺 ” And then he kissed her on the top of the head, and she hugged him. Hey Tippen, I DO write Glimbow sometimes! The gift giving continued. Swift Wind got a pair of sunglasses for Castaspella, which fit her well somehow. Adora didn't think they were dating but it wouldn't entirely surprise her.

Inexplicably, Sea Hawk gave Mermista a gun. It was a sniper rifle as promised. Mermista blushed, and looked away, muttering something before gifting Sea Hawk a small box, which he stared at with such wonder as he opened it. He didn't share what it was it with the group.

Scorpia gifted Perfuma the little earrings. Perfuma looked SO happy, but she didn't put them on. Then she gave Scorpia a medium sized box, which Scorpia opened. "Wow..." she said, "This is so..." She took something out. "This is Scorpion Sensitive Soap... I thought it didn't exist anymore! And here are a pair of fuzzy gloves and one for my tail--" She took out the gloves and put them on immediately, even though it was really warm. Scorpia looked fuzzier than ever.  "I.. You're the BEST, Perfuma!!" And then the pair cried very loudly and everyone smiled, and talked a bit more loudly as things continued. Hordak looked a bit downtrodden as Entrapta wasn't here yet, but she showed up suddenly, running around the corner. "I'M SORRY I'M LATE" she said, "I WAS STILL WORKING ON IT!!!" And then she dropped a fucking engine onto the table. Hordak's eyes went wide.

"This..." he said, "This is the engine from my designs to upgrade the starship..." "Yep!!" she grinned. "But.. we thought we couldn't stabilize the plutonium crystals necessary for the catalyst..." "All sorted!!!" He stared at her, in disbelief, then pulled something out of his pocket. Entrapta gasped. "Is that a data crystal?" "I heard it's Etherian tradition to give your partners a part of yourself. This necklace... is a response to the one that you gave me long ago." (A/N: It was less than a year ago.) Entrapta had an unreadable expression as she tried to plant the blue crystal in her chest, then remembered she didn't have a power suit on, and placed it around her neck. "Wanted..."

They hugged, it was nice. Tipsy Adora thought it was very cute that Entrapta and Hordak seemed to have found someone who understands them. Catra had been watching events unfold while seated next to Adora, and grabbed her hand, stroking softly. Adora was flustered, and nervous as hell, but now she realised it was time.

She turned around and faced Catra.  And was stunned. She stared at Catra's beautiful face for about sixteen seconds before Catra stammered. "Uh. Hi Adora!" she said, tail flicking and a smirk on her face, amused and intimidated by Adora's behaviour.

Adora blinked. "H... Hi Catra."

Glimmer rolled her eyes. "Disaster lesbians." Spinny and netossa nodded in agreement. Entrapta was counting the seconds, verbally, that it took for Adora to continue. Scorpia was holding her breath, which couldn't be healthy. Bow was just gazing with his Bow face like he was going to start crying and hugging everyone again, which is happening a lot in this fic, but that's what you get when you're gay and sappy and writing a valentines day crack fic for your girlfriend.

"Mm-hmm!" Adora coughed. "So. Catra. I... I've known you for a very long time... and we've changed a lot over the course of that time... and I guess..." Adora sighed. "I guess, I'm starting to realise, I'm still learning about you. And now we've escaped the Horde, now we have ROOM to enjoy life... I have such a hard time figuring out what it is you like, or what even I like! Which is scary... but at the sametime.... kind of exciting. "

Catra's eyes were dilated and her tail had moved around her legs. Adora continued.

"I think, I know enough about you.... to say that for whatever reason, you like me. And I like you. So I thought maybe you'd appreciate it if you had something, that made you think of me."

She blushed and revealed, from behind.... a golden retriever toy! Or at least, that is what it was supposed to be. Some parts of its fur were less fluffy than others and its eyes were mismatched, but they were blue buttons, with black and white dots pained on them. It was so very cuddly and kind of fat. "I know it's not really useful like some other people's gifts... and you haven't asked for a cuddly toy... but I thought, you should know it's made with a lot of love."

Catra took the toy, and Adora waited for her reaction. She wondered if Catra was going to divorce her for such a shoddy gift, especially compared to Mermista's gun and Hordak's radioactive engine that he and Entrapta were now taking out of the room after much begging from Bow.

Catra laughed. She fucking laughed! But after a few seconds of wishing she was dead, Adora realised that Catra was crying. It was a happy laugh. Catra gave adora a hug, kissed her on the cheek, and talked in her ear. "You dummy. Of course you don't know what I want. I never tell you!!!"

Catra drew away, while Adora was enchanted. Catra was smiling peacefully, but then realised she was surrouned by people, and was blushing and looking away a lot like Mermista, as she took out Adora's gift. It was wrapped in several pieces of newspaper and tape.

"Here", she said. "Take it before I change my mind."

Adora unwrapped the gift... it was...... A cuddly cat. No, not just any cat - A Catra! It was a small cuddly Catra, on all fours with cartoonish proportions, like a very chibi Cat. Some parts of the fur were off colour - it seemed Glimmer's Pillow Armory had seen a lot of theft as of late - and it was slightly smaller than Adora's Adoretriever. But it was so funny. Adora giggled, she couldn't help herself, and Catra smiled.

"I thought the exact same thing", said Catra. "Now I'm with you forever whether you like it or not."

She picked Adora up, then realised Adora was too heavy to pick up, so Adora picked her up instead, and they kissed and hugged.

Why did Catra always have to be so cute?

The end!

And this is the fanart I drew to accompany it :)

#she ra #spop #catradora #catra #adora #glimmer #bow #entrapta #hordak #scorpia #perfuma #mermista #sea hawk #my art #my fics #entrapdak #seamista #glimbow #scorfuma #spinerella #netossa #spinnetossa #too many tags #cheesoid

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Here's a cute little head canon you might enjoy

So lately I've been coming up with the strange idea that after the war Adora starts to "Find herself" and realizes that the Brightmoon aesthetic isn't for her, and as a "Horde Baby" she misses the blacks, the gothic designs and even some of the more harsher elements of the Fright Zone (Minus of course the trauma and what not)

So Adora begins going her own Adams family route and having a gothic aesthetic to her. Black gowns spikes crowns, spooky fortress for a house etc etc.

Anyway to the part you might like.

I just imagine Adora spending a lot of time in Dryl and Hordak teaching her how to properly apply black eyeliner she can wear daily, and maybe loaning a big cape or two.

This is so funny! An online friend of mine / long term Facebook friend with whom I exchange art and crafting stuff sent me a cape. A full-on cape! I'd expressed interest in it and it arrived today. It's red. It's not exactly a proper villain-cape, though. It's a short-cape and in-model resembles somewhat the cape worn by Meryl Stryfe in the original run of Trigun (anime), like a half-cape. But, you know, I know what it's like to have a friend who will give you a handmade adcape. Which is pretty cool. It would be funny to have an innocent / benevolent take on the "Despara" idea! You know, I've had an idea long-term regarding Adora and "Fright Zone things" in terms of food of all things. Like, we all know that Adora discovers regular Etherian food and is all over it, but I always liked the thought that "she misses ration bars sometimes" and finds a way to procure them. This thought struck me when I was contemplating my love of the McRib along with my knowledge that it was originally developed as an army-ration before it became a fast food item. I thought of my love of "crappy" poor-people food born out of being a poor person that would probably continue on in my life if were were to ever by some improbable stroke of luck become rich. I just sort of thought "the girl grew up on army rations, so maybe she'd have this inexplicable love for them that would gross out her Princess friends." Except Entrapta - she likes how small and efficient they are. An entire aesthetic? Yeah, works too. I see this going double for Catra, who absolutely does not strike me as the pink and sparkly Barbie-aesthetic princess-type!

#adora #hordak #the fright zone

[etheria-posting]

For the first post, I want to talk about marriage on Etheria. As stated by Ray Geiger, the creators were unsure whether they would be able to show gay relationships openly and so the idea to have characters exchange tokens of commitment to each other instead of wedding rings to show the relationship was official was first shown with Spinnerella and Netossa exchanging chokers.

This is depicted as well in future Catra wearing Adora's wing pin. (Though we don't know know what of Catra's Adora has, if any)

Bow and Glimmer also have matching earrings in their older versions

I know this is a detail most people already know about but I thought it was something fun to post in case anyone didn't already know! It's one of my favorite pieces of lore from the She-ra universe and it makes me so happy. This simple and unique way to show commitment is such a cool detail about Etherian culture.

Also a final note, people like to argue that their future appearances aren't canon because they were in Adora's vision, but let's not forget Nate Stevenson's art of the characters at the next princess prom, sporting these same designs

#she ra #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #shera #she-ra and the princesses of power #she-ra #DreamWorks shera #etheria #catradora #glimbow #spinetossa

[skipppppy]

Can you please tell us about your shop ocs

Of course!!! (I’m guessing you meant to spell spop but lmk if it was something else!) I just drew them a couple days ago so I only have their initial designs but like I’m gonna let that stop me from mindlessly rambling about characters I made up lmao

ACITINA:

-No runestone connection, but has the power to shoot a variety of dangerous liquid chemicals at her enemies

-Rules over the Kingdom of Corrodor, rivalled only by Dryl in terms of technological advancements

-Ostracised by a lot of other Princesses because she struck a deal with the Horde where she would give their army resources, in exchange for the safety of her people

-Very sweet, soft spoken and chipper, but has the slightest “unhinged” energy about her that can make her offputting to strangers. She means well!! She just inhales a lot of fumes bc of her powers

FERROSA:

-No runestone or kingdom of her own, but has the ability to control metal around her. Think Magneto/Karl Heisenberg-esque powers

-Lives in Corrodor with Acitina- her girlfriend-and helps out with the day to day affairs

-A total hardass but in a very camp way. She tries to be a one note copy of those tough guy protagonists from 80’s cop flicks and comes off as comically overdramatic

-Drops her tough guy act around her gf but can be pretty defensive around other Princesses

-Very musically gifted. You can ask her if her favourite genre is “heavy metal” but that’s a one way ticket to getting impaled with a steel bar. She likes glamrock

JAGUARA:

-No runestone connection, but has the power to communicate with animals. Also has enhanced abilities most big cats are born with (speed, strength, vision, smell, etc)

-Beast Island is the ancestral home of her people, but can’t return there because the Horde keeps using it as a dumping ground.

-Not a Magicat. Catra is to Jaguara what an American Shorthair is to a Lion. She thinks she’s kinda cute in a pathetic way

-Tough, brutally honest, and not very tolerant of other people’s weaknesses. One of those people who’ll knock you down because she knows you can do better. Has very strong Sue Sylvester energy

VEILAURA:

-No runestone, but has telepathy, as well as the power to create thick fog that can cause hallucinations

-Princess of the Star Seers, a nomadic race of mages indigenous to Etheria that has wandered the planet cloaked in invisibility since the First Ones invaded

-She came out of hiding after Horde Prime’s defeat, hoping to help Etherians adjust to the unsealed magic their ancestors revered

-Cold, distant, and a little stuck up, growing up sheltered from other cultures and having the power to read minds has made her quite awkward around strangers. She warms up to anyone with a good heart though!

BOVINA:

-Connected to the Golden Geode runestone, she has the power to Earthbend. Sorry to steal from avatar but they have the best word for it

-Princess of the Prairan Isles, an archipelago off the southern coast of the continent with a Mediterranean-esque climate

-Preferred a life of farming to a life of violence, but she joined the rebellion after the Horde began to threaten her homeland

-Cheerful, compassionate, and always happy to lend a hand, she is as kind as she is clumsy! Not as outgoing as the other Princesses, but very easy to get along with

So yeah! There’s also Aria but there’s an entire tag on my blog of content for her that’s readily accessible. She’s just a pigeon that it perpetually going through it

#thank you for the ask! i was hoping to elaborate on these ladies #spop oc #spop #she ra oc #she ra and the princesses of power

[lost-technology]

Okay, so 3 am happened and so did a little scene of a Crossover That Will Never Happen.  Okay, so maybe it will happen if I get enough ideas for it, but for now, this is just... I am subjecting you to my stupidity.   Cross-post to Excommunication.   She-Ra and the Princesses of Power meets Trigun Stampede.   (No title, just “Entrapta entraptas the hell out of another mysterious artificial humanoid with cyborg aspects) _____________________________ His reflexes were like a cat’s  (better than a cat’s, according to Catra) as he ducked and dodged, but the whirling dervish of purple hair kept pace and kept him trapped, blocking off all avenues of escape.  The short scientist was giving him a barrage of questions.  Her tall and clearly alien lab partner crossed his armored arms from where he stood under the shade of a rock outcropping, his ears pinned back and his face in a sour expression.   Catra and Glimmer were much more comfortable standing near the dark-haired lady reporter who was taking notes, the guy taking a long drag on a cigarette and the guy with the mustache who was sighing and drinking from a flask.  The three seemed saner, although the two who were journalists had been peppering them with questions of their own for the last few days.   Right now, all eyes were on the bouncing ball of purple hair and the tall guy in a red coat who was yelping and squeaking and trying in vain to keep tendrils of prehensile hair brandishing a variety of tools from “examining” his cybernetic arm.  Again.  Also from grabbing his other arm and drawing his whole person too close to her.   “This looks like some advanced technology! I’ve gotta look at it!  For science!  You promised I’d get to see your arm at least!”   “Aaaaieeeee! Yah!”   Adora and Bow were just standing by, exchanging glances and trying to figure out a way to calm Entrapta down before she gave their new friend a heart-attack.   Funny how they’d ended up here.  Adora – She-Ra of Etheria – and her friends (and an enemy?  Frienmy? / ambiguous friend / a warlord who was receptive to reform and whom she was eager to help reform in the case of Hordak) had been on their mission traveling interstellar space and jumping through wormholes to distant worlds in their quest to restore magic to the universe.  It seemed that they had found a world that likely had never had magic, although Adora could swear that she felt *something* coming from large, scraplike structures on the distant horizon – and the guy in the red coat.   Darla, their ship, had what Entrapta called “a little hiccup” in her fuel-crystal processing.  They’d gotten caught in the gravitational pull of this world and had made an emergency stop.  They were essentially out of gas and stuck here until they could locate some fuel crystals or some alternative means of propulsion.   And they’d been immediately greeted by bandits who’d wanted everything on the landed ship, the clothes on their backs, and by the looks in their eyes, licking of lips and some off-color comments, to do some pretty nasty things to them all.   And that was where the reporter, the drunk, the nicotine addict and the crazy guy with bushy hair and a prosthetic arm had come in.  The last one had rushed to their aid, brandishing an enormous gun… which he did not shoot and instead seemed to prefer using as a club.  (Glimmer was impressed.  She also teleported everywhere and kicked bandits left and right in the shins and jaws).  Adora had immediately transformed into She-Ra and found herself fighting back to back with the mysterious gunman, hitting assailants with the flat of her sword. Bow had brought out his goop-arrows and the cigarette-man had unwrapped the enormous cross-shape object he carried – a high-powered weapon, to the yelping and pleading of the gunman in red not to use it.   All in all, the fighting was brief and nobody died, but needless to say, everyone was very confused. Even more so were people who had never encountered Etherian-magic before when Entrapta gave them all her octopus-hair. Explanations had been lengthy.   Introductions had happened all around.  Vash – that was the guy in red.  Roberto –  he was the guy who wasn’t going to share his flask with Hordak.  Nicholas Wolfwood – the guy with the huge cross-weapon. Meryl Stryfe, junior reporter for the Bernardelli News Agency.  The planet? It had a few different names, most commonly “Gunsmoke” as a bitter joke.  Occasionally “Hell.”  Mostly “Noman’s Land.”   The Etherians had been stuck for days. The Noman’s Landers were not familiar with the fuel crystals that they were seeking.   Apparently, Horde Prime and the Galactic Horde had never been here.  Hordak had confirmed that this sector of the universe was yet unknown and thus had never been ruled by the erstwhile self-proclaimed Ruler of the Seven Skies and Promised One of A Thousand Suns.   Entrapta had been asking many questions and after answering some that they had about her hair and Glimmer’s teleporting and Adora’s transformation and what Catra was and the HELL Hordak even was, the pint-sized scientist had not left Vash alone this entire time.  Every time she seemed to get calm and they all had a moment’s rest, one aspect or another of him would draw her attention.   Hordak wasn’t jealous…oh, not at all!   He’d been grinding his sharp teeth a lot and pinning his ears back more than usual.   The first thing Entrapta had noticed was the man’s rather conspicuous prosthetic arm which, much like Hordak’s natural? Cyborg-clone arms? had a bone-like structural appearance.  It was made out of some kind of mysterious metal or crystalline substance.  As they’d all learned in the near-deadly encounter with the bandits, it had the ability to act as a handy shield to block projectiles.   After that, Entrapta had developed a fascination with his reflexes. Now, well, it seemed that when Adora stood close to him, strange glowing patterns emerged on his skin.   “No! It’s nothing!”  Vash insisted.  “Old tattoos I got with glowing ink?  Aren’t they neat? Anyway, I think we all need to go our separate ways now!”   “Oh, you aren’t getting away!” Entrapta insisted.  “I HAVE TO STUDY THIS!  There is obviously something technological to this!  I can feel it!  What if this is FIRST ONES TECH?!  I promise I won’t hurt you a bit!  AND IT’S FOR SCIENCE!”   Hordak let out a deep, disturbing laugh when Entrapta mentioned “not hurting.”   Everyone knew that Date Night for the Lab Partners often consisted of surgeries.  The Best Friends Squad was rather appalled at this, even though the old spacebat insisted that very few of them were merely exploratory, they generally were to his benefit (“to fix the numerous problems with my genetically defective carcass” he’d explained), and of course, everything between them was consensual.   She was careful, but occasionally screwed up. Catra rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the ground uncomfortably.   “Please, no! Really!” Vash insisted.  “I really can’t stick around!  Maybe Roberto and Meryl might like to help you find your fuel?  I..uh….I…” Entrapta’s eyes were bright.  “Oh, just hold still!”   Adora was about to speak up.  She could feel…something…coming off of Vash.  It was like a pulse…something she could not explain – like an exchange of feelings.  Was this her magic?  Was this because of her status as a First One?  She looked at Hordak, silently imploring him for an answer (since he had once been a part of a hive mind).  Was something similar, albeit low-level going on? Entrapta’s chipper voice chimed up. “Maybe you’re ALL tech!  But I’ll have to take you apart to be sure!” WHAM!   Adora suddenly felt ice cold.   Vash had fallen to the sand and was scrambling backwards, his eyes pin-points.  His hand twitched, reaching for his gun, which he gripped tightly, but did not draw.  It was obvious that he was ready to, however.   Entrapta brought her hair back into two limp ponytails at her sides and stood still for a moment before she tipped her mask down over her face.  Vash stared at her, panting. “It…it was just a joke,” Entrapta said forlornly. She turned away.  “I’m sorry.”   Adora stared at Vash with her own eyes wide. “Vash?” she asked gently.  “Who is Tessla?”  

#spop #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #spop post-canon #adora #catra #glimmer #bow #hordak #entrapta #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #stupid crossover ideas #crossovers from hell #I am subjecting you to my brain because I do not want to suffer alone #I went really dark on the last bit

[baggebythesea]

Another Hordak Rise Headcanon that could work

Hordak crashes yada yada

Two Exiled Scorpia Women find Hordak ship and decide to help the poor Clone in exchange for taking back the Kingdom from nasty Grandad and so they can pass it on to Baby Scorpia.

Hordak agrees.

Scorpia moms die and thus Kingdom is left in the hands of Hordak who well, kinda needs the base of operation for the whole Prime thing.

Gives Hordak rise to power a more Bottom up approach which I always like as well.

You know, I like that a lot. Hordak was all 'woe is me, what is my purpose in life without prime?" and Scorpia's moms where 'Hey, we're nice to you which is a completely new sensation, also, have you considered overthrowing the king?' and Hordak was all 'I have no idea why I like that idea so much. I'm gonna spend the following decades not overanalyzing that thought. Let's go king-killing'.

and then after the king is dead, they are dead and Hordak is all alone with force captains he doesn't trust and a witch he doesn't trust at all and looking for a purpose he looks at what he as accomplished and decides he wants to show daddy, and that's when he starts tinkering with portals.

It also puts the focus less on 'converting the heatens to Prime' and more on 'proving Prime wrong', which I think fits pretty well with the lack of religious overtones in the Etherian Horde and Horda's general motivation.

#spop #Hordak #asks

[5150metaverse]

Chapter 1

Adam and Emily, a youthful and inseparable couple deeply connected on all levels, freely exchanged their aspirations, anxieties, and even the most hidden corners of their souls. Their bond seemed unbreakable, built on a foundation of trust and understanding. However, fate had a different plan for them. One ordinary day, as they innocently ventured into uncharted territory, they uncovered a clandestine truth that held the power to transform the course of their existence. This revelation was not merely a personal secret, but a revelation that had the potential to unravel the very essence of human civilization. The once-solid ground beneath their feet now trembled with uncertainty as they grappled with the weight of this newfound knowledge, unsure of the implications it would have on their relationship and the world at large.

It all started on a seemingly ordinary day when Emily and her companions stumbled upon a concealed chamber tucked away in the depths of her parents' basement. To their astonishment, the room was a treasure trove of enigmatic artifacts and futuristic contraptions, clearly of extraterrestrial origin. Intrigued by this extraordinary find, they delved deeper into the clandestine chamber, unearthing a cache of encrypted files that unraveled a breathtaking revelation. These files unveiled the cryptic existence of a covert society known as the Etherians. Astonishingly, the Etherians were disclosed to be a clandestine cadre of shape-shifting beings from beyond the stars, wielding immense power and influence over the course of human history for countless centuries. Their covert machinations and inscrutable agenda sent shivers down the spines of Emily and her companions, marking the inception of a perilous journey into the enigmatic realm of intergalactic intrigue and cosmic secrets.

Stunned by this revelation, Adam and Emily were filled with a newfound sense of curiosity and determination. They immediately set out on a quest to uncover the secrets of the Etherians, embarking on a relentless search for evidence of their elusive presence. Their journey began with meticulous online research, scouring the depths of the internet for any traces of Etherian activity. To their astonishment, they stumbled upon a plethora of conspiracy forums teeming with fervent discussions and speculative theories surrounding the enigmatic beings. Undeterred by the overwhelming amount of information, Adam and Emily delved deeper into the digital realm, piecing together fragmented clues that hinted at a hidden world beyond their wildest imaginings. As their investigation progressed, they unearthed a labyrinthine network of covert operations, including clandestine laboratories concealed beneath the earth, covert bases nestled in remote locations, and furtive gatherings shrouded in secrecy. The more they uncovered, the clearer it became that the Etherians wielded a level of sophistication and power that surpassed all known boundaries of human comprehension.

As their investigation progressed, Adam and Emily soon grasped the daunting reality that unveiling the existence of extraterrestrial beings was merely the initial phase in their battle for the emancipation of humanity. It became evident that the Etherians had cunningly embedded themselves within the very fabric of society, seeping into all echelons of governance, law enforcement agencies, and the realm of mass communication. In order to truly dismantle their pervasive influence and reinstate human sovereignty over Earth, the duo understood that they needed to construct a grassroots resistance movement. This endeavor entailed the arduous task of forging alliances, acquiring essential resources, and formulating a strategic blueprint for the liberation struggle. With each passing moment, the urgency of their mission grew more palpable as the window of opportunity to salvage the fate of humanity rapidly dwindled.

#ai #short stories #sci fi and fantasy #ai generated #stories #sci fi #horror

[theetherking]

The Glass Box

~ somewhere in the astral plane ~

The city of Tetra is quiet. Amongst the hyper trains running wires launchpad to launchpad. The sounds of limewire charging on the radiational generators. Ezra observes the operations of his home.

Every movement that is orchestrated is connected by someone or something - connection. It intertwines into a morphing exchanging movement. It's all a moving piece he silently whispers to himself. Realizing the bounds of his reached potential of the unknowing intelligence, he may have yet to understand in a mortal sense but within his spirit, he knows exactly how it's running.

Interrupted by the notification of the Synse program. He hovers his fingers over his earpiece grabbing the notification to throw it out in front of him. Reading the message from Albalba { * It is time.. for you to come to the glass box. * }

" Here we go." I exclaims as I casually step off the top of the skyscraper shooting down into the dark neon. This has to be my favorite part of being half Etherian and half mortal.. the thrill of never knowing what happens next but knowing exactly how it's going to play out. The constant battle of the benevolence of balance between two worlds.

Hearing the sound of voltage through the sound of the pressure I catch my VoltCipher 9X.

"Now connecting; Ezra 3675 Pilot commander." VoltCipher's programmed voice.

" override 39278" I command to lift the restrictions to my flight travel because where we are going is beyond my jurisdiction of Tetra.

"Overridden"

Out into the dark land of the unknown I spread my hands out grabbing all the ethereal energy from barren land. Inhaling the mist of Ether to touch the back of my lungs. Conjuring the ultimate power that formulates in the solar pit of my stomach, captivating every vein in my body down to the molecule of each atom to cast a portal to the Ether realms.

The Energy surges through my body till it streams out of my fingertips casting the portal to the otherworld - The inbetween..

Pulling in my hands to form a clasp. I turn both my hands clockwise and shove them out activating the portal.

" The power is so invigorating.. to even have half an eighth of this power is convexing. I don't deserve to have this. I never wanted this.. I still don't but I was chosen. I have a duty.. The Ether King saved me and I am his right hand."

I switch to manual mode to charge the surge trigger on the 9X. hovering in front of the portal orb I close my eyes for a moment to save this last drop of myself before I go.

" My child, do not be afraid for I am the one who calls you." I hear Ether calming my severance with mortality for I do not belong here but to only experience the relevance of both worlds. The collapse is near, and yet, I am the one who will inspire hope.

What is lost in this darkened world is hope.

I open my eyes to the beeping of the charged surge. With complete confidence I hit the button and within a blink of a second I feel every particle of my being obliterated into pixels of air shooting through the limewire casting through the ether then I land in an elevator.

-The Otherworld-

I observe I am heading to floor 33. I have never been higher than 22. On the lower floors are the Light Warrior training rooms. Hallways, many doors that lead to an unknowing place where you are confronting fears you’re either too frightened to confront or something that may be lurking in the dark of an unwanted truth. Rooms of many different scenarios to overcome. A power you hoan within self. I know what you're assuming. Is this a playful fantasy of a realm you could potentionally become a hero in? Yet, you realize they are not what you are prone to entertaining your mind with. This place isn't an Academy; it's a warzone.

Upon the mind, the subconscious, and the ego-monic programming to all the other lives you've commenced. Especially the one you are in at this moment. Light Warriors are a dying force. Why do I say force? It is that we are not human or we are an extraterrestrial. We are in between the other worlds energy source of the connected . The spirit of The Ether King split into millennia. It’s like I said. There are only a few who hear the call of his voice. Some make sense of it. Others misuse the power only to be destroyed by Ether.

" It's a game of balance between worlds," I say as I am almost to the floor where two worlds will collide into one. You know of the ethereal space where all ideas start to cumulate into being. A  powerful energy that forms into a creation that propels out into the perception of your reality. I’m sure most of you know this terminology as Intuition, Power, and  Consciousness. What if I told you they were all the equal? I entice as I pace as I am counting the clock. 

Some of you mortals have such an imagination sometimes. There are so many choices of words to tiptoe around such truths to avoid the reactional emotions you may stir up caused by - The Truth. It’s interesting, isn’t it? Ever delve deeper into seeing it from a self-severance outlook? Don’t worry, it’s not be your fault. A lot of us dealt a stack of invalid programs.  Yet, I still wonder still how I chose this destiny. I say as I watch the numbers climb.

 I will be tranistioning as Ezra: The Light Warrior. I look over to the left side of me to see the apparition of my younger self blatantly questioning. " Are you ready for this?"

A handful of years ago. I had the same question asked in a circular way of awakening to a gift I had awoken. I could see through into The Ethers. Imagine a camera manually foccusing on the subject in front of the lens. In and out, focusing; in and out. It then locks on the subject.

Captured.

I was given the gift of sight as a cyb as a mortal by the Synse Creator. I feel the tremor of doubtfulness run down my spine as if it was always time to be fed tar again at THQ. After remembering I was mortal. I awakened to being programmed as a bionic after the raid. So I believed I was bionic the whole time experiencing tortured at Synse. I started to rebel against experiments. I was then thrown off the skyward just to be recycled by the creators new AI’s. Only to be arrested into the spectacle game of politics with orders to cipher pilot commander of the army of Synse for twenty years. All he is here to concur is false dunamis.

A virus of Fear. The liberty of this society he built with money. 

By continuing to do so. Infiltrating everyone’s mind. Creating the access to selling the requirement to upgrade to a Synse Chip. The Creation of  bionic minds that feature a subsequence to obey the control under the coding abidence sector.  If forced to install a microchip into your mind to inhance your mortality, would you? 

You think you would know the answer to our society. Yet, You watched everyone feast in famine.

 I formulate my psionic to my volt revolver for when the doors open. Without a glimpse, I reply, " I am ready for what is to come."

I confidently step forward to the entrance of The Astral Plane Floor Thirty-Three. 

-Floor 33-

The sound of endlessness resonates as the blue steel doors slide open. Have you ever been able to face your darkest fear? Would you be able to head into it fearless knowing nothing about it? The unknowing of what could accumulate within yourself but somehow knowing it's the formula that could create your outside world? Do you even know what that fear is? Do you even have an undying lawful fear that could end everything you may know is true?

I have been facing my ultimate fear for the past two years.. I say as I keep crab walking slowly into the dark. My psionic mimicking my volt revolver. Pressing the button the charge the surge.

The thing about the unknowing is that it is everything all at once yet can change within a second. A morphing of thoughts, feelings, emotions, fantasies that can evidently can conjure people of those origins. Then now we have situations, choices, decisions with the voices of ghosts of the past that will mimik sound like your voice.

Is that really your voice? Is this really me? What have I done?

The answers could even be our undoubtedly the fear itself. Fear can run you into a corner down a dark depth of a cancerous abyss. It's only a seculation but I think that's why there's not a lot of Light Warrior's anymore. No one is willing to face the darkness, they let it consume. when it consumes you, you are left with nothing but the atmos of using its power but it's the other way around, they are using you. Draining everything you have, to upload Synse into your neurotic mind. It's a tactic. A rat race.

Sometimes I wish I knew nothing about any of this. It's a lot of weight to bare, but Ether has a lot of ways to keep reiterating that I have one job and that's to sustain the two worlds. He is the one who oversees every ether realm. I am just a pawn just as everyone else in his game.

~

As I get closer I start to hear a hum. Almost like a generator I used to hear outside my camp when I was younger. Then a blue light from above stikes the box creating a big source of energy. As I visor my eyes with my hand noticing my hand trembles. Asking myself is I am scared or is this epinephrine.

As my eyes adjust to the bright light. I see nothing but my reflection peering back at me. "A glass box" I exclaim with a chuckle. It's a mirror cube about the size of a training room set on top of a platform. I walk up to it to stare at my reflection " How far you have come." I say as i watch my mouth talking to me. I reply back with a shakened voice, " It hasn't been easy.. this has been the most hardest thing I have ever had to do."

"yes, it has" Albalba reclaims the renouncing voice of mine.

" Albalba..!" I turn around to see him standing there.

He reaches his hands out " I am so proud of you."

"I couldn't have done it without you." I tell him.

" neither could I." he smiles as he smiles with his eyes.

Albalba ~

Now he exclaims as he walks to the side of the glass. What is it that you see?

Trying to be evident I answer "reflection" as I may know what this is but I have learned many times before. I know nothing.

"Yes, but what is it that you see, child."

I stand there with no words to replace the silence.

I watch him wave his hand over the glass liquifying the side of the box. He then steps up into the glass as if it was a portal doorway.

"come" he tells me as he holds out his hand.

I grab his hand to follow my grandfather into the looking glass box.

As we enter the box I automatically notice it's a two way mirror. Peering out into the darkness of the room we were in. It's endless. Unfathomable of endlessness.

"Yet we are in an amountable sound of light" he says with wisdom of The Ether King.

It then clicks to me. I am the light inside the dark. A two way mirror of the dividend of the two worlds. I am the light in the in between. The medium of The Ether King. I am neither above nor am I below.

" You are a light warrior Ezra. The one in the many that have yet to know what is to come. Yet, you know what is and what is not. You hear the apparitions of tetra and vibrations of The Etherians. You are not from the mortal world but you are not from the realms.

You are Etherian"

"The vessel of The Ether King." I claim to myself in the reflection.

I reach up over the glass stretching open my holographic file. Spreading my hands out in as expanding motion to activate.

"There's got to be something I missed!" Pulling up my life timeline. Searching it, analyzing it. " Albalba, I have studied this timeline for the past Eight years! There's got to be something i've missed to not have seen this..!" "no,no,no."

"Meet me at the oscillation... the mergance between two worlds." I proclaim from a past memory. " no way." with disbelief.

I fall back a few steps feeling volt shocked. "When you guys said the Light Warrior Creed was lawful. pfft cha for real bro." I chuckle with sarcasm

"Now what is it you see?" Albalba questions as he points out.

-The Etherians-

I turn to face the way he points. They had a lime green silhouette with a white filling their embodies. I automatically feel an energetic pull to the glass. " Who are they, Al?" I ask as stop at the edge of the glass.

" They are Etherians." he shares his wisdom.

"They feel so familiar.." I say as I watch the Etherian put his hand on the glass. I reach up to place my on top of theirs.

" It's not just me, it's not just about Tetra or the light warriors. It' all of us. All of us needs hope.

~Continued~

#cybercore #neon aesthetic #creative writing #creative inspiration #cyber y2k #writing #tokyo #spirituality #cyber fantasy #futuristic #futurism #webcore #old tech #astral #astral realm

[jimothy-g-brooks]

She-Ra, Stargate & Encanto:

So, I'm following a She-Ra / Stargate crossover and one of the things examined is the prevalence of super powered royalty on Etheria, the stability of that system and why it came about. This brought me to mind the movie Encanto, how the Madrigal family enjoy an elevated position in the village but don't seem to necessarily rule it, yet. The early proto power princesses probably started as that, magically gifted families that enjoyed elevated social privilege due to their magical powers, a resource, that eventually evolved into a more strict hierarchical system. This is similar to what I've heard about the rise of social hierarchies on Earth, where a family owned the rights and access to a natural resource that elevated them to a higher social position that eventually evolved into a more traditional hierarchy over generations. However, I speculated, there were two major differences. 1) The proto-monarchs of Earth had to wrangle other people into helping them protect and secure that resource, creating an elite noble class right beneath them that needed to be satisfied to keep them in line. This mostly involve enriching them by exploiting a peasant underclass who were made to cultivate the natural resources in exchange for food and shelter. By contrast, the proto-princesses of Etheria were securely the sole owners of their familial magical power. They had less of a need for immediate subordinates that themselves needed to be bribed to be kept loyal. This resulted in a far more absolute monarchy than the kind seen on Earth. Now 2) The exercise and reinforcement of that power. Monarchies of Earth enforced their power through layers of subordinate elites who, again, had to be bribed into loyalties through payments extracted from an exploited underclass. Etherian Monarchs, being the sole owners and proprietors of their magical powers, probably enforced their power personally. This resulted in a more "boots-on-the-ground" point-of-view by princesses. Plus, not only was their authority derived from a monopoly on violence, but a monopoly on aid, which they had to be personally providing rather than delegating it to a subordinate. Again, boots-on-the-ground, working the proverbial soup kitchen as a means of reinforcing their authority.

#she ra #encanto #stargate #fanfiction #crossover #fictional sociology #amateur sociology

[gentlesoul0007]

INTEGRACÍA DÍA 1

which is a 'side event' organized by Wgmi, will take place during the days of Devcon VI in the Barrio G Zone of Bogotá. This event is dedicated to new members of the Ethereum community to learn how to collaborate, use the different applications, be part of the community or lead a new community in web3. 

This is a two-day event where we will help new “Etherians” go through a comprehensive 0 to 1 process. Please bring your own laptops/mobile devices!! Discover the fundamental structure of web3! Learn how to create an Ethereum wallet and participate in community forums, chats or integrations! Learn to receive, send or exchange assets! This is an opportunity to participate in an Ethereum or DAO community with live guidance.

#eventbrite #events #south america #colombia

[justalittleguyyouknow]

damn wonder what catra’s planning

proposing, she’s proposing

#i know that like etherian wedding traditions exchange like an article but i had this scene and i couldnt think of a thing for catra to give #anyway #ye #painting practice! #she ra #she ra and the princess of power #spop #spop season five #spop s5 #she ra fanart #catradora #catradora fanart #spop fanart #catra/adora #she ra and the princess of power fanart #she ra reboot #shera fanart #hetzi art

[grandthedaughter]

*holds up himbo clone (name pending)* Him(bo),,,

#he's stupid and I love him #I got no names for him but if anyone wants to suggest any my inbox is open (I think) #Yes his earring is supposed to be a small replica of the sword of protection #I read somewhere that etherians exchange accessories instead of engagement rings and I jumped on it #My headcanon now #my art #spop oc #horde clone #spacebat #spacebat oc #horde clone oc #spop fanart #spop

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Okay, so 3 am happened and so did a little scene of a Crossover That Will Never Happen.  Okay, so maybe it will happen if I get enough ideas for it, but for now, this is just... I am subjecting you to my stupidity.   Cross-post to Lost Technology for Lost Technology.   She-Ra and the Princesses of Power meets Trigun Stampede.   (No title, just “Entrapta entraptas the hell out of another mysterious artificial humanoid with cyborg aspects)  _____________________________ His reflexes were like a cat’s  (better than a cat’s, according to Catra) as he ducked and dodged, but the whirling dervish of purple hair kept pace and kept him trapped, blocking off all avenues of escape.  The short scientist was giving him a barrage of questions.  Her tall and clearly alien lab partner crossed his armored arms from where he stood under the shade of a rock outcropping, his ears pinned back and his face in a sour expression.   Catra and Glimmer were much more comfortable standing near the dark-haired lady reporter who was taking notes, the guy taking a long drag on a cigarette and the guy with the mustache who was sighing and drinking from a flask.  The three seemed saner, although the two who were journalists had been peppering them with questions of their own for the last few days.   Right now, all eyes were on the bouncing ball of purple hair and the tall guy in a red coat who was yelping and squeaking and trying in vain to keep tendrils of prehensile hair brandishing a variety of tools from “examining” his cybernetic arm.  Again.  Also from grabbing his other arm and drawing his whole person too close to her.   “This looks like some advanced technology! I’ve gotta look at it!  For science!  You promised I’d get to see your arm at least!”   “Aaaaieeeee! Yah!”   Adora and Bow were just standing by, exchanging glances and trying to figure out a way to calm Entrapta down before she gave their new friend a heart-attack.   Funny how they’d ended up here.  Adora – She-Ra of Etheria – and her friends (and an enemy?  Frienmy? / ambiguous friend / a warlord who was receptive to reform and whom she was eager to help reform in the case of Hordak) had been on their mission traveling interstellar space and jumping through wormholes to distant worlds in their quest to restore magic to the universe.  It seemed that they had found a world that likely had never had magic, although Adora could swear that she felt *something* coming from large, scraplike structures on the distant horizon – and the guy in the red coat.   Darla, their ship, had what Entrapta called “a little hiccup” in her fuel-crystal processing.  They’d gotten caught in the gravitational pull of this world and had made an emergency stop.  They were essentially out of gas and stuck here until they could locate some fuel crystals or some alternative means of propulsion.   And they’d been immediately greeted by bandits who’d wanted everything on the landed ship, the clothes on their backs, and by the looks in their eyes, licking of lips and some off-color comments, to do some pretty nasty things to them all.   And that was where the reporter, the drunk, the nicotine addict and the crazy guy with bushy hair and a prosthetic arm had come in.  The last one had rushed to their aid, brandishing an enormous gun… which he did not shoot and instead seemed to prefer using as a club.  (Glimmer was impressed.  She also teleported everywhere and kicked bandits left and right in the shins and jaws).  Adora had immediately transformed into She-Ra and found herself fighting back to back with the mysterious gunman, hitting assailants with the flat of her sword. Bow had brought out his goop-arrows and the cigarette-man had unwrapped the enormous cross-shape object he carried – a high-powered weapon, to the yelping and pleading of the gunman in red not to use it.   All in all, the fighting was brief and nobody died, but needless to say, everyone was very confused. Even more so were people who had never encountered Etherian-magic before when Entrapta gave them all her octopus-hair. Explanations had been lengthy.   Introductions had happened all around.  Vash – that was the guy in red.  Roberto –  he was the guy who wasn’t going to share his flask with Hordak.  Nicholas Wolfwood – the guy with the huge cross-weapon. Meryl Stryfe, junior reporter for the Bernardelli News Agency.  The planet? It had a few different names, most commonly “Gunsmoke” as a bitter joke.  Occasionally “Hell.”  Mostly “Noman’s Land.”   The Etherians had been stuck for days. The Noman’s Landers were not familiar with the fuel crystals that they were seeking.   Apparently, Horde Prime and the Galactic Horde had never been here.  Hordak had confirmed that this sector of the universe was yet unknown and thus had never been ruled by the erstwhile self-proclaimed Ruler of the Seven Skies and Promised One of A Thousand Suns.   Entrapta had been asking many questions and after answering some that they had about her hair and Glimmer’s teleporting and Adora’s transformation and what Catra was and the HELL Hordak even was, the pint-sized scientist had not left Vash alone this entire time.  Every time she seemed to get calm and they all had a moment’s rest, one aspect or another of him would draw her attention.   Hordak wasn’t jealous…oh, not at all!   He’d been grinding his sharp teeth a lot and pinning his ears back more than usual.   The first thing Entrapta had noticed was the man’s rather conspicuous prosthetic arm which, much like Hordak’s natural? Cyborg-clone arms? had a bone-like structural appearance.  It was made out of some kind of mysterious metal or crystalline substance.  As they’d all learned in the near-deadly encounter with the bandits, it had the ability to act as a handy shield to block projectiles.   After that, Entrapta had developed a fascination with his reflexes. Now, well, it seemed that when Adora stood close to him, strange glowing patterns emerged on his skin.   “No! It’s nothing!”  Vash insisted.  “Old tattoos I got with glowing ink?  Aren’t they neat? Anyway, I think we all need to go our separate ways now!”   “Oh, you aren’t getting away!” Entrapta insisted.  “I HAVE TO STUDY THIS!  There is obviously something technological to this!  I can feel it!  What if this is FIRST ONES TECH?!  I promise I won’t hurt you a bit!  AND IT’S FOR SCIENCE!”   Hordak let out a deep, disturbing laugh when Entrapta mentioned “not hurting.”   Everyone knew that Date Night for the Lab Partners often consisted of surgeries.  The Best Friends Squad was rather appalled at this, even though the old spacebat insisted that very few of them were merely exploratory, they generally were to his benefit (“to fix the numerous problems with my genetically defective carcass” he’d explained), and of course, everything between them was consensual.   She was careful, but occasionally screwed up. Catra rubbed the back of her neck and looked at the ground uncomfortably.   “Please, no! Really!” Vash insisted.  “I really can’t stick around!  Maybe Roberto and Meryl might like to help you find your fuel?  I..uh….I…” Entrapta’s eyes were bright.  “Oh, just hold still!”   Adora was about to speak up.  She could feel…something…coming off of Vash.  It was like a pulse…something she could not explain – like an exchange of feelings.  Was this her magic?  Was this because of her status as a First One?  She looked at Hordak, silently imploring him for an answer (since he had once been a part of a hive mind).  Was something similar, albeit low-level going on? Entrapta’s chipper voice chimed up. “Maybe you’re ALL tech!  But I’ll have to take you apart to be sure!” WHAM!   Adora suddenly felt ice cold.   Vash had fallen to the sand and was scrambling backwards, his eyes pin-points.  His hand twitched, reaching for his gun, which he gripped tightly, but did not draw.  It was obvious that he was ready to, however.   Entrapta brought her hair back into two limp ponytails at her sides and stood still for a moment before she tipped her mask down over her face.  Vash stared at her, panting. “It…it was just a joke,” Entrapta said forlornly. She turned away.  “I’m sorry.”   Adora stared at Vash with her own eyes wide. “Vash?” she asked gently.  “Who is Tessla?”  

#spop #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #spop post-canon #adora #catra #glimmer #bow #hordak #entrapta #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #roberto de niro #stupid crossover ideas #crossovers from hell #I am subjecting you to my brain because I do not want to suffer alone #I went really dark on the last bit #spop fans not familiar with trigun... #you don't even know how dark #although you can probably guess #things that probably only amuse me