#She-Ra fanfiction

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Memorial Fanfic Posts

I found out my (adult) nephew died today. We were very close and today I have been very numb. I am not okay. He was not in Spop fandom, but he has great relevance to my being in it. For better or for worse, I probably wouldn't have gotten into the Spop fandom at all without my late nephew. I was planning on just watching the show as a reboot of something I liked as a kid and not touching the fandom because I was worried I was too old for it or that I wasn't really the true target-audience for it as a nostalgia-watcher and non-lesbian (ace), but then after having watched Season 1 together, he just had an "idea for a fanfic about Entrapta." He wasn't the target demographic, either. He was a heterosexual, cis-gendered older-millennial man and hadn't watched the original series and had no interest in the original, but he checked out the new She-Ra as a fun-looking cartoon and perhaps as a preview for me because he knew I loved original She-Ra. He immediately fell for Entrapta as just... the best character. Shared autism-traits. Shared love for robots. Mad science vibe. We watched the show together in later seasons. He was holding his breath just *waiting* for Perfuma to snap and go medieval on everyone. XD. So, when we watched Season 1, he had this fanfic idea, but he didn't want to write it because he wasn't into writing at the time / anymore, didn't have the confidence to get it off the ground but wanted to see it done. He shared with me this idea about Entrapta just causing hilarious havoc in the Fright Zone as part of making it her new home. We discussed ideas back and forth and I wrote the thing for his amusement and then I just started in and really got into the fandom. The first fic I wrote for the fandom, which was entirely his fault, the writing of which got me hooked on doing more for the fandom: The Havoc Hypothesis Revisiting a fanfic as a memorial, because I really don't know what to do right now. A small legacy for people who did not know him. He inspired me to some truly things. Here is another fic inspired by him, by a back and forth, a Fallout crossover. Crawl Out Through the Fallout Yet another fic, not written specifically for his amusement like the others above, but inspired by a board game he got and my partner and he and I played together. We have it in our apartment because it was a thing we only played together. I used it as inspiration for a "Game Night" Entrapdak-week prompt: It's a Small World After All

I am never going to share this specific kind of geekery with another person. There really was a dynamic between us that will never exist again.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: She-Ra

Character: Catra

Sample Size: 13,367 stories

Source: AO3

[thestargayzingetherian]

You know, there are genuinely some days I want to write the supposedly "toxic ireedeemable" version of Catradora that's in the heads of the Catradora antis. I bet you ten bucks I could make it very messed up, very well written and very damn hot.

This isn't even like a vent thing, I just think it would actually be kinda fun to do that lol

[largemovingtorb]

But something unwelcome happened as the expedition approached the end of their journey: an insidious subversion that disrupted what Catra perceived, twisting it into forms that diverted from reality. The sweet scent of flowers and the aroma of earthy resin were replaced by the electric tang of ozone, oozing up into her nostrils to sting her brain.

The music of animals, the hum of insects, and the soft whistle of wind were dominated by a plugging drone, the submerged sound of flailing limbs as someone fights to escape restraining hands.

And last but not least, the sensation of the sun on her body, the pleasant warmth subsumed by the claustrophobia of cold fluid. It surrounded her body with its violating perception, locating the correct avenues to her identity for deletion, replacing it with a new persona.

Horror seized Catra as she was transported back aboard the Velvet Glove, restraining hands forcing her into the green pool of electric energy as Horde Prime watched with smug glee. She had choked on the thick slime as the clones held her below the surface, the whole time thinking of Adora as her mind was erased. Catra had thought she had given up before this; the dice had been thrown and damn the consequences. She believed there was nothing to lose after all, but as the recollections of a blonde-haired and blue-eyed angel slowly disintegrated in the emerald blaze of annihilation, Catra knew that there was much to lose. It was, in fact, everything.

Illustration by @iriaabella, a.k.a., @ilikeyoucatradora, for my fanfic, Traces of Crimson!

My fic can be found on AO3 by following the link below:

Traces of Crimson

[karo-lynn]

The first illustration I’ve created for the @spopbang event!! I had the pleasure to be working with @n7punk and their fic “Lightbeam” is just fantastic!! 🧡🤍🩷

“Lightbeam” by n7punk on ao3

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"Proxy"

This is art for my She-Ra fanfic "All Is Fair In Love And War" :)

People hate to see a girlboss winning.

Obligatory: Click for quality <3 [Edit: actually the quality looks fine I don't know how this hell site works]

[tippenfunkaport]

Internet, I don't want to be dramatic but I have had a really super garbage day and I hate everyone and everything so I am not feeling the happy Tumblr posting, you know?

But I have just completed my Chipped!Glimmer fic, that I worked very hard on, and which has been bugged to high hell on AO3 so it never showed as updated and was hidden from most readers, buried pages below other, older fics no matter what I did. This has generally been a very frustrating fandom experience because I didn't find out until the fic was mostly finished that no one was actually seeing it to read it and I was basically writing into a vacuum.

Even now, at this exact moment, when I updated it five seconds ago, is it the most recently updated fic? No, it's freaking on page 3 and I only got it to actually show as the most recently updated by changing the date into the future... a thing that isn't even supposed to work but that's just HOW bugged this fic is for some GD reason.

So.

There's that.

Anyway, upon this, the posting of the last chapter, if you could so kindly go check it out and maybe leave a nice comment, I would super appreciate it because I have just had it with everything and need something to bolster my spirits so I don't pull some kind of lever and destabilize reality just to cope.

[cleoinspace]

I remember having a lot of fun writing this fic.

The Library of the Whispering Woods

This General Audiences fic brings together characters from Samurai Jack and She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. This is part 3 of “An Unlikely Alliance Against Evildoers,” my multifaceted crossover fan fiction. It is a continuation from part 2 of this series, where Samurai Jack went to the Crystal Castle with Bow, Glimmer, and Adora as part of their quest.

See the master list for An Unlikely Alliance Against Evildoers here.

Romantic pairing: George / Lance

Friendships: Adora & Bow & Glimmer & Samurai Jack, George & Lance & Bow

Words: 3.8k

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19822051

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1254818004-an-unlikely-alliance-of-evildoers-the-library-of

Characters: Adora/She-Ra, Bow, Glimmer, Samurai Jack, George, Lance

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[the-8-of-spades]

She-Ra fics I consider canon

Hey gang! here's a list of (mostly post-canon) fics I've read over the years that are I feel are well written and in character enough that they could be canon to the show, and to an extent, each other! I put the list in order for anyone who wants to read it like a season 6 :D

Don't Go - extended version of scenes in S5E5 and S5E6. Written by ND Stevenson so is basically already canon. Angst and fluff

Daylight - picks up a day after the s5 finale. Catra & Adora begin to really understand that they're free to live a peaceful life. Tooth rotting fluff.

Pros & Cons (NSFW) - Bow and Glimmer seem joined to Adora at the hip 24/7, and Catra just wants to make out with her girlfriend. Has a couple lines that could be seen as contradictory or foreshadowing to Carry our Bodies. Mostly 3/4ths fluff, 1/4th smut.

Carry our Bodies Safe to Shore - Adora finds an old Horde incident report, and Catra has to tell Adora about the kiss that Shadow Weaver erased from her memory. Angst and fluff.

Keep on Walking, Come What Will - Adora & Catra accidentally get engaged. Pure fluff

Alternatively, Princess Prom 2.0 (One Year Later) - Adora & Catra get engaged on purpose. Pure fluff

^ honestly, I reconcile these two by head canon-ing that the "accidental engagement," happens at the impromptu princess prom and then they get too busy for a wedding and then the on purpose engagement happens at the real princess prom, because both are so well written and so in character.

Anachronism (and sequel) - Adora & Catra get traumatized again while rescuing Angella.

^ (Fic is pretty good, mostly on here because I haven't found any fit that does "rescuing Angella" better, lmk if you have any recs!). Angst and Fluff. I don't think there's any NSFW but it's a long fic and it's been a while since I read it.

If anyone has any other recommendations for this list please leave them in the replies! I would love to expand this list until I have a sixth season worth of content!! (also only one NSFW fic rn cause I mostly read fluff lol but if anyone has NSFW recs that feel canon send those as well!)

Addition 1: honorable mention for Breathing Room by ResFlower because it is almost IDENTICAL to a scene from one of the others where Catra has to break it to Adora that their fight in the Red Waste was actually Double Trouble.

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Featured Article: Don't Go (She-Ra story)

For this week's Featured Article we're reading Don't Go, a She-Ra and the Princesses of Power story by Annacharlier.

Don't Go is a "missing scene" fic taking place after the canon events of 5.05 ''Save the Cat''. However, what makes this story special is that many fans believe it was penned by She-Ra showrunner ND Stevenson!

During a charity live stream ND Stevenson revealed that they had written a fanfic about scenes they wished they could have seen more of in the series and posted it to Archive of Our Own. Following the live stream fans quickly mobilized and scoured Ao3, deciding this fic was the most likely candidate.

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[gothamite-rambler]

Bruce meeting his son Damian pt. 2

Context: After Bruce Wayne has regained his bearings and been dragged to a lounge room at Ra's castle and has been retold that he has a son with Talia, Jason knew and now his in-law is Ra's Al Ghul. (links to the first two parts below).

Bruce, still in his bat suit, rested on the ground in Talia's study trying to remain his usual calm and composed self, but can only repeat a mantra.

Talia: Bruce, my former love, are you feeling better?

Bruce (monotone and stunned): I have a child with Talia. I have a child with Talia. I have a... child with Talia. I have a child with Talia. I have a child with Talia...

Talia: You are being such a drama king, can you not be happy that that our night of passion produced a child.

Bruce (whimpering): Oh God I'm linked to you through a child!

Bruce buried his face on the floor groaning loudly.

Talia (angry): My father was right, you would hate Damian! If you're going to be like this then you won't be around him!

Bruce (clarifying): I do not hate Damian. I hate you. There's a difference. And you are not depriving me of any further time with him!

Talia shook with rage, but chose to not stab him, taking a long sip from her tea to calm herself.

Bruce: I didn't even get the name of Thomas Jr.! Although Damian isn't a bad name. This is not what I needed though, I can't believe I'm a father again.

Talia: Bruce, while I don't care much for your Robins, you raised three kids already! For Ra's sake, you adopted Dick when he was 8!

Bruce: I wasn't secretly his biological father, unaware he existed because the petty mother and her psychotic father refused to inform me of that!

Talia (honest): Well when you word it like that it makes us look bad.

Bruce (calm, but enraged): Talia, how old is Damian again?

Talia (deadpan): He turned eight a few months ago.

Bruce (panicked): That's what I'm FUCKING saying! I missed another birthday, he's been around- Oh my God it just dawned on me he's been around Ra's Al Ghul. Ra is that precious boy's grandfather. Oh… no.

Talia smiled hearing Bruce call their son precious.

Talia: You're stressed and shocked about having a child that I neglected to tell you about, for your own safety as well, but we can co-parent him since you know about him now.

Bruce (V.O.): That's not the point, he is my son you loony tune!

Bruce (outloud): Thank you so much for giving me that option eight years later. I'm not upset I have a son, that's... fine. You are correct about the fact I've raised three kids, working on things with Jason, but yes I'm not new to parenting. I’m having a lot of racing thoughts because the woman I thought I cut off ties with is now linked to me through said innocent child. Oh and the fact you kept him secret for eight years!

Talia (missing the point): Our relationship wasn't that bad. You have to admit we had good times together.

Bruce sat up, bringing his knee to his head and thinking about the good times... Those bad times entered the narrative quickly.

Talia: Bruce, it was for the best I never informed you of Damian’s existence earlier, father would’ve killed you.

Bruce: You refused to tell ME I had a son, because your father who bathes in the pit when he has a cold might’ve killed me? That’s what you’re trying to tell me… you’re telling me that as if I can’t fight for myself!

Talia (hesitantly): I made… what I assumed was the smartest decision.

Bruce: Yeah Kim thought the same thing with J.D. on Scrubs, at least he found out before the baby was born.

Talia: Okay I did not watch much of that crap show, but don’t compare me to that woman, I’m ten times better than her! Plus our night of passion was far different from what they did.

Bruce: No, it was a one night stand. A fun one, I won’t deny that, but one I had planned to be a ONE NIGHT STAND! I'm supposed to be smart, why did I buy those condoms, why did I put one in my wallet?

Talia: You are pissing me off to no end, but slip-ups like this can happen to the best of us. Neither of us expected a condom with the word 'condom' misspelled on it would break so easily.

Bruce: I can't ignore the fact you had him around that man. You let him talk to Damian, be around Damian, probably teach him how to kill. I am burying so much rage at the moment, but it's a thin thread, Talia. It's a thin thread!

Talia rolled her eyes while drinking from her tea cup.

Talia: I'll have you know, my childhood was only filled with normal discipline, he stabbed me in my ankle three times and then stopped. Mostly because I expected those sneak attacks.

Bruce: Talia, I swear to Christ if he has done that to Damian I will murder him three times.

Talia: No... not that I'm aware of.

Talia took another long sip from her cup while glancing away from Bruce.

Bruce (despondent): I've been deprived of that cute boy's eight years of growing up. He could have had a semi-normal childhood. I saw you with the baby too, but I thought nobody would be STUPID enough to have a kid with you. I'm the stupid one.

Talia (smirking): You think he's cute?

Bruce whimpered to signify he meant yes.

Talia: Our DNA worked together well.

Talia giggled, but Bruce wasn't in the mood.

Bruce: You're as delusional as I remember.

Talia: Bruce, get up, sit next to me. Have some tea.

Bruce stood up and sat a good distance from Talia. He removed his cowl and sighed accepting he had a son with Talia, but his worry for his child's safety remained.

Bruce: I'm glad I'm not shooting blanks, the issue is- I mean no offense... kind of do- I did not want a child with you after I realized I can't be with someone like you. You and I have clashing ideals and now we have a child. I have to co-parent with a woman who harassed a Kohl's worker to the point the woman got institutionalized ... and that's the tame shit! What am I going to tell Damian about your entire history?

Talia: Okay first of all, that worker was racist, she had it coming and second, I've made decisions you do not agree with, some that I don't look back on fondly, but for most of Damian's childhood I raised him with the love I barely got from my father. I'm doubting the decision to raise him as an assassin.

Bruce: I can make the final decision there, he's not becoming one.

Talia (chuckling dryly): Guess we'll have to compromise with what Damian wants. To be honest, Bruce I'm not that mad with your overall reaction, but I'm glad the issue isn't our son. Because whether you want to be with me or not, I want you to be a part of his life. Eight years later, yes, but I've known you for a long time and I see now you'll be a great father to him.

Bruce (rubbing his forehead): Freaking reassuring after I missed so much of his life... He's leaving today with me and will never return here again. Yeah, yeah that's a good first step as his father.

Talia: Okay, let's test the co-parenting here. How about you take him to Gotham and spend a few weeks with him so that way he can get to know you more. You're rich, not as much as us, but hopefully he'll be used to your lifestyle.

Bruce (serious): You said that as if he's visiting for vacation and then returning to this kingdom of evilness. He's not returning here! Ever!

Talia: Oh come on, I'm raising him incredibly well.

Bruce: Around Ra's Al Ghul?

Talia: Y- Yes. On his birthday we have him fight assassins and punishments aren't that bad, but last birthday he didn't have to do that I was generous.

Bruce (seething): You had him fight assassins?! What punishments- You got me fucked me, Talia! You got me fucked up! You have me talking like I'm from lower Jersey! I get you find me silly for wearing an awesome batsuit to save the city, but let me make this clear: He's living with me, I am taking... custody of him. I'm getting his stuff, he'll get on my jet and Gotham will be his permanent home! That is my son! Not just yours and damn sure not Ra's! I have a say in my son's life!

Talia (impressed): Okay, I like this energy. He'll want to return here for proper raising, I'm confident in that, but he can spend two or three months with you and then we'll humor him and see who he wants to stay with.

Bruce: Me. Me. He's living with me. I might have him visit- What am I saying?! You can visit him, I won't deprive YOU of being around him. Not Ra because if he hurts him any further, I will BEAT that man to an inch of his life and render him comatose!

Talia (pretending to be ignorant): Yeah, he'll stay for a let's say a year. I'm getting what you're putting down.

Bruce: You're seriously not! Talia look into my eyes, Damian WAYNE will be living with me from here on out. Got it?!

Talia stood up, placing her tea cup on the table.

Talia: Mm-hm, Mm-hm, Mm-hm, we'll see what Damian decides. Aren’t you happy I gave him your last name.

Bruce rubbed his forehead, trying not to cuss Talia out. She wasn't always the most stable person especially when it involved allegiance to her father, but he was resolute in his decision.

Damian would not set foot back in that castle for as long as Bruce lived. Although he accepted there was no point in arguing with Talia.

Talia (standing up): I'll go tell him to pack his things, you're going to have to talk to my father and I'm not sure if you remember this, you blacked out at a certain point, but Jason was fully aware I had the child, kept it secret for this long-term revenge, Damian has visited Gotham to be babysat by him, and he helped raise him for 8 years. He was actually the one who told me a few months ago it was time to let you see him so don't be too hard on the kid. Okay, whew got that off my chest. Damian, let's talk!

Talia scurried out of the room as Bruce stood there, shocked at this new information. He had blocked out that particular part, remembering it now made his face turn red with rage.

Bruce (whispering in rage): He had his reasons. He had his reasons. He had ... his reasons. He ...had his reasons. He had his... reasons. He had me send him that money for three years after I SAVED him and he sat on his information until a few months ago!

Bruce left the tea room in a huff.

Bruce: Jason, let's talk!

"You knew this entire time?"

Bruce find out about Damian

Jason knew the entire time

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

More than Meets the Eye

She-Ra fanfic  Comedy Rated PG (mild rude humor and “bad” words). Adora, Bow, Entrapta, Hordak (and mentions of other characters) Inspired by conversation on Sweary She-Ra.  4th wall-breaking by Entrapta, but not a Sweary-specific fic.   Summary: An alternate universe from the end of the Beast island arc.  Hordak joins the Rebellion against Horde Prime and shows everyone a hidden talent of his.   For @lemaistrechat (No, you don’t have to send me cookies. My Mom’s Christmas cookies got squished in the mail.  Yours will, too).   _____________________ More Than Meets the Eye Adora had no shortage of surprises in her life for the last several months.  First, as the war had progressed, Glimmer had become more and more ruthless.  She was taking dark turns that made Adora wonder if she was even the friend she used to know anymore.  Shadow Weaver was living in Bright Moon. Flutterina had turned out to be an enemy-spy – and a shapeshifter whose true form looked nothing like Flutterina.  To top it all off, Horde Force Captain Scorpia had defected and had come to the Princess Alliance for aid, claiming that Entrapta had been sent to Beast Island by an overwhelmed Catra.   That was how Adora, Bow and Swift Wind had found themselves traveling to Beast Island just over a month ago.  To tell the truth, this was another surprise for Adora:  There were rumors told among the cadets around the Horde that Beast Island didn’t actually exist and that it was a euphemism for summary execution.  One of the older cadets she’d known was certain that Hordak just had liars, traitors and various screw-ups shot and their bodies cremated in the skiff-cleansing ports.  Well, the fabled place of exile actually did exist, and, as per Shadow Weaver’s warning, was far worse than the usual scary stories about it.   And then they’d found a king.  While hunting for Entrapta (hopefully not dead), they’d found Micah, the once King of Bright Moon, thought long-dead!  And he was a badass sorcerer!  (And more than a bit of a goofball).   And then…there was Hordak.   They’d come across him wrapped up in the despair-inducing vines that grew throughout the island that had been trying to consume them all.  He was calling out for Entrapta, crying over his failure to save her and ranting, tearing and screaming at the vines (he still had some fight in him) and he was yelling something about “Prime’s self-lubricating asshole!” as a general curse. Bow asked Adora if She-Ra could bleach his brain.  She told him that she didn’t think the powers worked that way because they were not working for her that way. Adora, in She-Ra form, took pity on him and freed him from the vines.  Entrapta showed up when she had him at sword-point under threat not to make any funny moves.   The rescue went better than expected, although it took Entrapta wrapping the warlord up in a hair-cocoon to keep the signal and the vines from getting at him again.  Adora had never seen a man so depressed!  He kept going on and on to Entrapta about his unworthiness of her, for “believing that treacherous Force Captain!” and getting her into a deadly situation.  Entrapta handled it with her usual aplomb, claiming that Beast Island was a “PARADISE of forgotten technological horrors!”  And Adora couldn’t believe it…she saw a smile on his skull-like face!   He’d found out that Entrapta was here, apparently, when he’d caught a strange, disconcerting recording from his Imp and did a check over some surveillance-footage caught by the Fright Zone’s cameras that someone had apparently attempted to erase.  Though the white noise and screen-snow, he had been able to make out a familiar feline figure and familiar twin-tails of hair.  He had put his spy-child in charge of trusted soldiers and had taken his speediest skiff straight to the island.  He had not even bothered to deal with Catra, leaving her to her own devices. They say that war makes strange bedfellows. No less than three members of the Horde had joined with the Rebellion recently: Scorpia, Entrapta and… most surprising of all, Lord Hordak!   Entrapta read ahead in the canon’s script and let Hordak know what was in store for him should he reunite with Horde Prime. He had to face full-on that his indoctrination and memories were faulty.  He could rejoin his master god-brother or stay with his mad scientist girlfriend, not that him even being on Beast Island to rescue Entrapta hadn’t already made the story an alternate universe fanfiction, anyway, but that’s neither here nor there.   Entrapta had an ass that wouldn’t quit, so his choice was clear.   And this was how Hordak decided to join with the Etherian Rebellion against Horde Prime!  And this brings us to the present after this long ramble.   “It’s been glossed over,” Entrapta says to you, starting at your soul through the text on your screen, “but give the fanfic author a break!  It’s Christmas Week and she celebrates! Although if I’m telling the truth, she’s also pretty lazy.”   “I heard that.”   “Of course you did!  You’re typing it!”   “So, anyway,” Entrapta chimes, “Hordak was really sad and conflicted by all of this, but I kissed him better, so you don’t have to worry about him.”   “Who ARE you talking to?” Adora asks.   In the weeks that followed the Beast Island rescue, Hordak became invaluable to the cause.  He knew how Horde Prime operated.  He educated the Rebellion on the nature of Horde-clones.  He was watched carefully, but he proved himself to be fully on-cause for the freeing of Etheria.   “That’s because he didn’t want to be lobotomized!” Entrapta throws your way.  “I mean… I had to show him the script, but I got through to him!  Also, he didn’t want to see me dragged around by my hair, or be ordered to shoot me, so we totally decided to make this story an AU!”   “AU?” Bow asks, “Entrapta, are you talking about gold or something?  On the periodic table of elements?”   “Nope!  I’m talking to the readers!  AU stands for Alternate Universe! It’s what happens when something goes different in a timeline and the world is fundamentally changed, even if there are other versions of you in it!  Like Rick and Morty!” “Huh?”     “Shouldn’t we be concentrating on getting Mara’s ship worthy to go into space?”  Adora asks.  She is exhausted with bags under her eyes.  She has been trying to protect everyone from robots and clones and has been running herself ragged without her She-Ra powers. She’d only now gotten back safely inside the magic-barrier of the Bright Moon war-camp.   “Yeeeah… she still lost the She-Ra powers,” Entrapta helpfully explains to you, the reader.  “The Heart of Etheria activated, popping us straight out of Despondos! There are stars in the sky now!  It’s WONDERFUL! Well, except for all the war and invasion and constant danger of death!  But that’s what makes it so exciting!  The clone-ships arrived and it’s been a real mess!  Glimmer got taken up in a tractor-beam.  Hordak explained what it was when we saw it.  It’s been a WILD time!  And Adora broke her sword because she didn’t want to be forced to activate the weapon, which is kind of disappointing actually, because the explosions would have been EPIC!  We could have gotten so much data!” “Entrapta!”   “Okay, Bow, okay!  I think the readers understand what I’m getting at!”   “How are you coming along?” Adora asks her and Bow.  She takes a look at Hordak, seated in a chair under the tent where Entrapta and Bow are working with the blueprints to Mara’s ship and miscellaneous computer-parts. “Any luck, any of you?”   “Well, we’ve gotta patch up the outer layer of the ship super-super tight because one hull-breach and everyone’s dead! Suffocated in the vacuum of space!  There are so many FAAAASCINATING ways to die in space!”   “With the exception of myself,” Hordak rumbles. “My people can survive short jaunts into the void.”   “Yeah!” Entrapta pipes up, “With his unique cyborg-physiology, he can TOTALLY get spaced and come out alive!”   “All the same, I would rather not test it. Open space is… unpleasant.”   “He’s already tracked down Horde Prime’s main signal!” Entrapta exclaims, beaming with pride.   “What? Really?”  Adora asks, taken aback.   “I am… as I was… cut off from the hive mind,” Hordak explains, “but I can still overhear some of the mind-whispers of my brothers on a low-level when they are near.”   “We also went near to one of the spires while Bow made you take a nap yesterday!” Entrapta tells her.  “I know, I know” she says with a wave of a tail of hair made into a hand, “It was super-dangerous.  He almost got captured!  And it gave him a massive headache, but he could feel the coordinates!” Hordak retrieved something from a bag in the shadows by his chair.  He held up a slim data pad with… a smile?  Hordak had the goofiest smile on his face that Adora had ever seen.  In fact, seeing him so much as crack a simple grin filled her with a terror born of the uncanny valley.   “So, are we ready to go save Glimmer, then?” Adora asks hopefully.   “Not unless you want to get sucked into the crushing void of space!” Entrapta chimes, pointing a hair-finger in the air.  “The ship – I named her Darla, by the way – she took a lot of damage rusting away in the desert for all those years! Centuries!  Oh, and the escape from Beast Island wasn’t too kind to her, either!  We’ve been working day and night – Bow insists we get rest, I just think we need more espresso (it comes in tiny mugs)!... I estimate we’ll get Darla spaceworthy in, oh…about five years?” “And we don’t have that long,” Bow says with a worried look at the sky.   “There’s got to be a way!” Adora nearly wails. “Please!” Hordak stands up from his chair and walks out of the shadows.  “I believe I have a solution,” he says. “What? What?” Adora demands, “We modify some of the Fright Zone stuff?  If anyone would know how to make a skiff space-worthy, it would be you, I suppose… I mean, you built the Fright Zone from a crashed ship, right?”   Hordak calmly holds up a hand.  “Cease at once!” he barks.   Adora straightens, her soldier’s programming kicking in.   “I have a solution that is far more simple, albeit, unusual.  Please step back from me.”   Dumbfounded, Adora and Bow step away. Entrapta has a knowing, all-too excited grin on her face.   Hordak suddenly goes straight and stiff. He holds his head down and pins his ears back.  He balls his fists at his sides.   “Is he… trying to fight constipation?” Bow asks.   Suddenly, sparks of electricity flow over his form.  His armor shifts and it seems… like his very skin splits and turns to re-arrange itself in strange plates!  The mass starts growing, as if Hordak’s interior was larger than his exterior would have a viewer believe. In less than a minute, where Hordak was standing – there is a large rocket.   “Huh? What?!”  Adora and Bow exclaim as one. People all around the Bright Moon camp gasp and gawk.  Entrapta’s eyes sparkle as one who has just witnessed the revealing of a very special secret that she had been waiting a long time to share.  She has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.   King Micah screams.  Shadow Weaver huffs and inspects her fingernails.  Frosta can be heard saying “Aaaaw, BADASS!”  Someone tells her that kids her age should not use the word “Ass.”   Adora stares up and up and up.   The rocket… has Hordak’s face on it.   “Ha-ha!” Entrapta laughs.  She looks up at the Hordak-rocket.  “You said you didn’t think you could do it anymore, but I knew you could!”   “It has been… a long time,” the Hordak-face says stiffly.   “His face…is moving…” Bow says with a shiver. He hugs the nearest person to him for support.  Thankfully, he latches onto Scorpia, who is a great hugger and also needs the moral support. “I swear I had no idea he could do that!” Scorpia proclaims.   “Maybe you should explain, Hordak!” Entrapta encourages.   “Very well.” He answers, his mouth and his brows moving in an organic fashion that was most disconcerting to see upon something resembling a nuclear-payload-capable intercontinental ballistic missile.   Where had his arms and legs gone?  It appeared that they had turned completely into fins.  Bow looks down at the end of the rocket pointed toward the ground with a growing wariness.  Was that his...?  Wait? Was it? He supposed it made sense that his posterior would become…that.   What did a Hordak-rocket require for fuel? Spicy food?   “I…am a cyborg,” Hordak intones.  “All of Horde Prime’s clones are, as well as Horde Prime himself.  We have organic parts and technological parts.”   “Wait,” Adora says, scratching her head, “Can they ALL do this?” “No,” Hordak answers.  “I modified myself further to compensate for my failing health and to suit the environment of Etheria better, as well as… let us say I tried some schemes in warfare in the past that failed and was left stuck with the results. I rarely use my cybernetic shape-shifting abilities as they can be quite…painful.”   Entrapta wraps her arms part-way around the cylinder that is now the bulk of Hordak’s body.  She wraps her hair around it, too.  “Aw…”   “I will…deploy an opening and…no more than three of you… can climb inside of me and we can storm the flagship to rescue your queen.”   “Inside…you?” Bow asks.   Adora makes a face.   Everyone in the camp (except for Entrapta, who is beaming) cringes.   “Ew…” Scorpia says flatly.   “Eh…can we take a raincheck on that?” Adora inquires.  “I mean, I’m sure with some extra TLC we can get the other ship working?”   “As you wish,” Hordak says.  He squints that strange rocket-decal like face until his body shifts in reversal of what it had done before.  Once he is in humanoid form again, he sways and Entrapta catches him.   “It’s the thought that counts,” she assures him, patting him on the back with her hair.   Everyone in the Bright Moon camp cannot stop staring.   “What the fuck just happened?!” someone shouts. Adora cannot help but think she dodged a bullet.   The last thing she wanted to think about was “being inside Hordak.”   THE END. 

[victoriadallonfan]

Personal favorite ward fic? Or one you would recommend to someone who never read ward (seems wrong to read wormfics before worm and not do the same with ward)

There are very few Ward Fics, but a few I would recommend (with HEAVY Ward spoilers) are:

- Wound (follows Amy after the ending of Ward)

- We’re Not Friends (Vic and Tattletale shenanigans)

- Miss Calculation (Number Man clone ends up in the universe of the Netflix Wednesday show)

- Witch (Vic and Tattletale end up in the Witcher game series)

- Heart of Silver (A portal opens between the She-Ra universe and Earth Gimel)

- Flight of the Valkyrie (Valkyrie/Glastig Uaine ends up in Dragon Age)

- Night Light (Victoria and her team end up in the Dresden Files setting)

- NDLS (A fusion of the Sandman show and Ward)

- Shards of Shadow (Wheel of Time and Ward crossover)

- Larva (Taylor clone wakes up during one of the final arcs of Ward)

- Larvae (A younger Taylor clone is in therapy during Ward)

I also write my own:

- Point Me At The Skyrim (Victoria is finally awake in Skyrim)

- Hers Is the Fury (Victoria is reborn as the oldest Lannister child in A Song of Ice and Fire)

- Janus (Victoria is in the head of pre-Worm Taylor)

- Touch the Sky (RWBY x Ward fic where Victoria is the sister of Ruby and Yang)

- En Masse (Post-Ward Humanity meets the Citadel Council from Mass Effect)

Apologies that I did not include all of them

[gwenpoolsaesthetic]

Deadline Extended!!

The deadline for my dissertation project, Affirmation/Transformation, has been extended! This project asks fans to get inspired by one of 14 pieces of fine art and create... ANYTHING! Write a story, write a song, design a cosplay, create a fancy manicure, make a meme, make a stop-motion video, choreograph a dance, make a SuperWhoLock gif fic, or anything else your heart can dream up. Fanworks are submitted digitally, so you don't have to actually send me anything, and all kinds of fanworks from all fandoms are welcome!! You can find all the pieces and sign up for reminders HERE.

I'm not going to lie, I haven't gotten quite the response I was hoping for. I have enough submissions to put the show on, but not as many as I would like for my research. If you're interested in supporting my project, but you're not sure how, please reach out to me! I'd love to see as many different kinds of fanworks and as many different fandoms represented as possible. Submissions will be accepted through the end of the exhibition (December 22, 2024) but, if they're made after August 1st, I can't promise they'll be in the exhibition on opening day. The exhibition will be available both in person at Marquette University's Haggerty Museum of Art. and online.

[largemovingtorb]

“Hey! Catra! Snap out of it! What hap—” Lonnie stops speaking to inspect the hand that touched the feline woman, discovering that it's covered in blood. With a sweep, her dark eyes quickly dart about the scene, recoiling upon spotting the body of the Constable. Hand covering mouth to stifle a retch, she pivots back to Catra, horror and disgust forming an accusation upon her face. But then her own coping mechanisms take over, and Lonnie quickly conceals this behind her own façade of calm. She swallows the bile before clearing her throat.

“Did you get the crystal?” She asks.

“No, it was destroyed in the fight,” Catra responds, voice small.

“Then it's over. Let's get out of here.” Lonnie concludes, pulling out a compact communicator.

Catra tunes out Lonnie’s voice as she calls in the transport for an emergency evac, heterochromatic eyes moving upwards, towards the heavens. She can make out the blue sky above through the drifting smoke—a clear sapphire expanse. The feline woman suddenly realizes what a beautiful day it must be… which is so strange…

A sudden gust blows Catra’s stone gray mane back as the transport thruster blasts downwards, its gangway extended like a metallic tongue. She is aware of Lonnie prodding her forward and allows the touch, the two moving swiftly up into the transport’s belly.

Catra has one last sight of Glenmar through the closing transport hatch; feeling safe enough to leave their hiding places, the townsfolk are streaming across the park. On their faces is concern, they can see the little girl weeping over the prone form of their Constable—they must be wondering just how bad it can be. Just as the mouth of the doors snaps closed, a great tumult can be heard, a sound that makes Catra’s long ears press against the side of her head in an attempt to muffle. Catra knows they must have reached the Constable’s cooling body and discovered what she has done—what she has brought to Glenmar.

Art commissioned from Henar Torinos of @ilikeyoucatradora

Except from my ongoing fanfic, Traces of Crimson.

The link to my fic on AO3 can be found below:

Traces of Crimson on AO3

[karo-lynn]

Recently read "Unwanted Animal" by @aoiveaeart and im kinda obsessed lol so here's fanart from it 🧡🤍🩷