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llemonbee · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra) Characters: Adora (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Glimmer (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Mermista (She-Ra), Hordak (mention), Perfuma (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), melog (mention) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, adora needs therapy and a hug, Post-Canon, adora soldier era over confusion, adora existential crisis, catra comforting era, Panic Attack, anxiety too, adora paranoid about things, lesbians in the forest, Catra is in Love with Adora (She-Ra), Adora is in Love with Catra (She-Ra), hey adoraaaa, Adora Has Issues (She-Ra), Serious Conversation, mental illness luv Summary:
"Everything is fine. Everything is fine. Everything is fine"
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two months post-canon adora is adjusting to the new world and accidentally turns into she-ra one morning and can't turn back.
h is for hurt c is for comfort
ME AND MY BESTIES WROTE A SHORT CATRADORA FIC PLS CHECK IT OUT <3 (its very adora needs therapy)
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tallysgreatestfan · 2 years
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Just a little Entrapdak drabble, kind of a appetizer for a longer, more x-rated fic I am currently working on that likely does still take some time
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Entrapta loved to show Hordak these shows, even if she had explaining to do for him to really engage in the fictional story. How could he know how to do that, after all. It made her feel like watching it for the first time again.
“He is quite capable.”
This specific expression he had… “You find him hot!”
He shifted a bit: “I find you more attractive, of course”
“No problem, this does not take anything away from our relationship. I love discussing hot people from shows! And since we’re both attracted to all genders, we can actually discuss everybody”
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The old Reaper Brothers stories.
So, a coincidence in @baggebythesea 's ongoing Choose Your Own Adventure poll-story got me thinking of a set of old fics of mine. Robin and Jerome's Excellent Adventures. The main OCs also show up in a few of my stray fanfictions that are not a part of the series. They premiered as random characters in a Hordak-centric fic and I borrowed their names for an idea I had an, well, it went from there. I haven't written a new fic for them in a while. This is mostly because the people who used to be interested in them aren't interested anymore. I had a falling out with most of the "clone fandom" that existed once upon a time over some misunderstandings and behaving very awful and self-destructively. I think interest was waning, anyway, and clone-fandom has never been a big subset of Spop fandom. It is very, very niche and I think most people like humor with them, not as much the drama that I like to do. At this point in my life, I do not know if I will ever write a full story / centric on them again. This is because of events in my life. It is honestly kind of weird that I basically spent 1-2 years parsing out a lot of my views surrounding the subject of Death via these stories. They started out as just an idea about the possible needs of clones in a more serious version of the She-Ra setting. I think it may have been possibly subconsciously inspired by the Covid-19 pandemic and seeing massive death-tolls in my own country as well as a comparison worldwide whenever I turned on the news. These were all people I would never know.* I probably had some switch flipped in my brain to deal with it with a fictional species who were of the "nameless mook" variety, because it felt like how most of us were at the time (us "essential" retail workers and such). Anyway, I did these stories and I'm glad I did them, even though they are often brutal and heavy and what humor in them trends pretty dark. (As I think clone-humor would, honestly. I headcanon that most Etherians cannot stomach clone stand-up shows because of the things they joke and laugh about for relief). As my life is now, well... I lost a couple of my aunts last summer. *(One a late-contractor of Covid, compounding a lung-condition). I was rather distanced from them, so I took their loss with a wistful sadness and a small, futile regret that I never got back to Arizona to see them again before they went. Last month, however, I lost my dearest friend. My 39 year old nephew (by my partner) who often came over for extended visits (and was with us for months on end during the lockdown), one of the three geeks in our "three geeks in a pod" group, my gamer-buddy, one of the few people on the planet who ever actually understood me died. I've been dealing with the Hell of grief full-on, although I feel a little better after he visited me in a dream the other night. (Those of you with a depressingly materialistic worldview are free to think that it was just my brain doing a thing, but I would like to keep this as something spiritual, if it's all the same). In any case, I am suddenly dealing with a lot of DEATH full-on in my real life, including "Okay, we have to figure out an appropriate memorial service" and it's making me just feel like I cannot continue this specific set of stories anymore. I can have Robin and Jerome show up in miscellaneous fics not having a direct connection to their job, because I like the characters, but I am not sure I have the heart anymore to continue the series. We'll see, but probably not. I think what these character needed to tell me has already been told. I do, as always, appreciate any reviews anyone wants to leave on the existing fics.
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joshuasumter · 2 years
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Synopsis: Everyone knows the story about the Princess Order of the Rebellion. The story of the war between the Horde, an evil empire controlled by a man named Hordak, and the Rebellion of the Whispering Woods. However, there is a Princess waiting to be freed, and alongside her, is someone just as powerful. Who are they? The Princess is named She-ra: Princess of Power. But who stands by her side? Who holds her hand in comfort? Who helps keep the light of the world?
By Rubyrose645
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internetspacegirl · 10 months
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Dreaming of a Better Space in Time
I posted chapter 6 of my She-Ra The Breakfast Club AU ^W^
This is sort of a filler chapter I wrote, but I also wanted to start a bit of the relationship aspect. From here it's gonna divert a bit from the movie plot of The Breakfast Club or at least I'd like for it to.
I hope you enjoy reading x
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antisociafriend · 8 months
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Catra and Adora (as adults) at the Princess Prom✨
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spopbang · 2 months
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SPOP 4th Anniversary Big Bang
May 15th, 2024 will mark the four year anniversary of the finale of Dreamworks' She-Ra and the Princesses of Power on Netflix. To celebrate, we're planning a Big Bang event to ensure there's plenty of new content to celebrate the anniversary!
Want to show your love for SPOP? Always wanted to participate in a big fandom event? Well, come on over and join us!
What is this event?
Participating writers will each prepare a SPOP fanfic of at least 5,000 words.
Once the writers have handed in their drafts, participating artists can choose which fanfic they'd like to illustrate.
Artists and writers work together to share both fic and art during the week of the Season 5 anniversary from May 12th to 18th, 2024.
Organizers will promote all fanworks in the bang collection and on social media so that readers have plenty of fresh content to celebrate the anniversary with!
How do I join?
Writers and artists interested in participating can sign up through the form here.
Once you sign up, you'll receive an invitation to join the SPOP Creative Flex Discord, which is hosting this event.
Writers and artists of any skill level are welcome to participate, though users must be at least 13 to join the event server and over 18 to work with mature content.
Want to do something out of the ordinary like a comic (3 page minimum) or do your own art instead of being partnered with a random artist? You're welcome too!
Need more info? Check our page for the official Rules and Event Timeline.
Not a writer or artist but want to help make sure there's lots of new content? Help us spread the word by spreading the word through reblogs and on your other socials!
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thefanartisthoho · 1 month
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I HC WITH MY POWERFULL MIND THAT ENTRAPTA LIKES TO STUDY HORDAK ANATOMY BCUZ HE'S THE FIRST ALIEN SHE EVER SEEN (or second bcuz adora ☝️)
One more under da read more 🤭🤭🤭🤭
I ALSO HC THAT SHE GOT MORE INTO HIS ANATOMY BCUZ SHE NOTICED A WEIRD PURR LIKE SOUND AND THOUGHT THAT IT WAS THE MACHINES, BUT ALAS, ITS HORDAK (she just discovered that bcuz she was hiding on the ventilation pipes and the noise stopped)
ITS NOT AN ACTUAL ORIGINAL HC BUT HEY, FANFIC THATS EVEN BETTER 😈😈😈😈😈 (made by @solcaeruleus aka the entrapdak CEO)
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taracandycorn · 3 months
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Fanart for https://archiveofourown.org/works/51041080/chapters/128956171 by @n7punk
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mariaseelie · 8 months
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Because you asked, catradora future princess prom ♡
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cyrwrites · 1 year
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A Bountiful Harvest
TW: Pregnancy.
After Talia is exposed too much to the Lazarus Pits, it somehow makes her get pregnant with a spirit from Beyond.
Talia planned for Damian. She definitely didn't plan for Danny or for her to go through an actual pregnancy. Best thing here? Batman has no claim to this one, despite how similar they may look. Danny is her son.
Only hers and Lazarus'.
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largemovingtorb · 1 month
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Alternate cover for my fanfic, She-Ra: Masters of the Universe. Done for me by awsomerebelkitty_art on Instagram.
The link to my fanfic can be found below:
She-Ra: Masters of the Universe (English)
She-Ra: Amos del Universo (Spanish)
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Club Galactic
She-Ra fanfic  Entrapdak Hordak, Entrapta, Wrong Hordak (mentioned)  Old work for 2020 Entrapdak Month Posted randomly because I feel like posting fanfiction.  Can be found on Ao3 in the collection Every Overlord Needs a Mad Scientist.  It is Chapter 4 / Story 4.   Summary: Entrapta convinces Hordak to go out dancing at a club that welcomes all comers, but caters especially to spacebats.  
Club Galactic Hordak was trying to figure out the sequence of events that had brought him to this place.  His ears were straight against his skull, an expression of displeasure.  No amount of flattening could deafen the blaring music.  The lights at the edges of his vision bothered him.  A tendril of purple hair wrapped itself around one wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”   “And make a fool of myself?”   “Just one dance, please?”  Entrapta begged.  “To tell the truth, I’m not much for it all either, but participation is vital to the social experiment!”   “Very well.” “It’ll also be an excellent opportunity to see how your new armor holds up!”   Hordak had been essentially forbidden from wearing battle-armor that enhanced his strength to particularly inhuman levels after the end of the war, but Entrapta had been crafting for him a series of form-fitting armors that served as mobility-aids.  They went well with – and appeared to be to the untrained eye to be - ordinary clothing, if a bit on the designer-side.  The power crystals were embedded into joints that deft feline-claws could not get into and so the large crystal etched with the word “LUVD” hung around the former warlord’s neck on a golden chain.   Hordak’s slinky dress was long enough to almost brush the floor.  Entrapta, for her part, was dressed in a smart little tuxedo with a tiny top-hat perched upon the top of one ponytail.  They both looked the part for this club.  The aesthetic of the place was something that Etherians had labeled “Gothic” and the garb people wore here was quite expressive.   Most of the crowd was made up of spacebats. “One dance,” Hordak grumbled.  “Then your promise to Kadroh will be fulfilled and we can leave.”   Entrapta giggled.  “A dance, some drinks and some tiny food!”   “Alright, then.”  Hordak looked around.  He almost ran into a deer-man with a large rack of antlers that had been painted black.  The deer was shuffling with a spacebat-partner.  Now that he took the time to notice, Hordak saw that Entrapta was the only human here. Every other club-goer was one of his kind or a member of Etheria’s beast-folk.   Entrapta started to dance, but seemed like she was unsure how.  She looked out at others in the crowd and began to imitate them – awkwardly. Hordak followed suit, timing a shuffling of his elbows and his feet to the beats he heard in the music.   “This place… is popular…” he stated.  “It seems that Kadroh is doing well for himself.” The clone formerly known as “Wrong Hordak” had been trying many things in terms of finding his identity and things to do after the war.  He was very much unlike Hordak in that he was a rather gregarious sort.  As an extension of this and of the cooking hobby he’d discovered, he’d started a nightclub.  He’d found an old industrial-building that was still standing in a town that had been bombed out during the war and had turned it into a party-hub for Horde-clones and Etherians alike.  The club catered especially to the spacebats because others struggled to understand their preferences.  For instance, this was one of the few establishments where they could get a soured-milk drink, discovered recently by accident and refined through culinary-experimentation.  It had proven to be a bit of an intoxicant for them.  It did nothing for Etherians.  It was also a place where they could get some fairly strong whisky – something that Hordak often had for breakfast.  His kind metabolized alcohol slightly differently than humans did. For him, it was like Entrapta and her coffee.   His own single encounter with coffee was something he did not want to think about.   “You’re moving great!” Entrapta encouraged. “How does it feel?”   Hordak moved with the music and he actually was starting to enjoy himself.  His joints felt fluid.  For emphasis, he spun and dipped.   “Ooh!” Entrapta squealed, clapping her hair-tails, “I’ve never seen you bend down so far!”   She paused and took a pair of champagne-flutes off the tray of a passing server.  She passed one to Hordak and they shuffled off into a corner to sip their drinks and watch the crowd.   “Alright, more than one dance,” Hordak said, grinning.  “Thanks to your armor, I found that quite invigorating.”   “Great!”   His ears flattened again at a discordant note played over the speaker system.  “Although I do find the music to be a bit too loud for my liking.”   “Music?” Entrapta asked, “What music?”   Hordak whipped around, eyes wide. “What?  Are you well, Entrapta?”   “Perfectly.  I just don’t hear any music!  I was just trying to keep up with the others with the dancing, but… it is not customary for people to dance without music.  How does Kadroh get people to do it?  Fascinating…”   “Of course there is music,” Hordak intoned. “You…you don’t hear it?”   “Nope!”   Hordak listened carefully.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the trills and screeches and upon what he could catch of Galactic Hordish lyrics.  It dawned on him.  Of course! “You shall have to work on inventing a hearing-aid-device for yourself to come to this club,” he told her with a smile. “It would seem that the music here is strictly in my language.  The frequencies are beyond your range.  That could explain why the only other Etherians here are certain kinds of beast-folk. Every species has its own limits in perception.” Entrapta quivered in joy, her eyes sparkling in the spinning club-lights.  “Amazing!” She grabbed Hordak by the waist with her hair again and dragged him back to the dance floor.  “We’ll have to stay here all night!  So much data to collect!  So much study to be done! I’m the ultimate unbiased outside-observer! Eeeee!”   More dances were shared, more observations done and more drinks were downed.  After that, another limit to Entrapta was discovered, that, unfortunately, of her ability to metabolize alcohol.   Hordak carried her to their skiff.  The next morning was spent with the two of them in one of the bathrooms of Dryl, Hordak holding back her beautiful purple hair as she unloaded the remains of everything she’d eaten the night before into a commode.  He rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings to her, having not changed out of his armor, experiencing a rare role-reversal in who took care of whom.   They didn’t have any plans to go to Club Galactic again.    
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catradoraswife · 15 days
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I love them sm 😭
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a-strange-brain · 1 year
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“Enemies to lovers” this “enemies to lovers” that. I raise to you:
ENEMIES TO FOUND FAMILY
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oshmosis · 7 months
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