so ofc i would put catradora on here but. the fandom is very much a mixed bag on it (and reasonably so!! i can see both sides to it albeit i personally like glimmadora <3)

SO i decided to add another ship we can all unanimously agree is perfect :)

Please look it over, and tell me what you think. What areas are correct, incorrect and how would you make it?

Bwahahaha! Out of context!! (No, I'm not sure why I'm doing the evil laugh. This is actually a very serene photo.)

Anyhoo, you know how this works! Explain this screenshot out of context as creatively as you can!

On your mark!

Get set!

Go!!!

Hello, everybody!

This is my first try with making a gif like this!

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THE NEW FANFIC'S FIRST CHAPTER IS OUT ON AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39168294

Don't get invested unless you like angst- it's gonna get dark, as my fellow roleplayers may be able to tell if they read it. Thay's why it's only on AO3 instead of here. And Jade? I appreciate all your constructive criticism, but please try to be careful this time? My first AO3 fic, I got asked if Catra was gonna be... *ahem* 'harmed' by Glimmer, when she blacked out in ch2 of Love in Unexpected Places. So... I'm not in a great mood about commenters who are not gentle lately. But I hope you all enjoy the fic!

Anyone with Apothecary Gary’s face is cursed…

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Yay for Lonnie's Squad!

Lonnie: Okay guys, stay behind me. Ador- I mean Sasha said we should remain out of sight at all times until she finds us.

Zeke: Do we even know how long this is gonna take?

Lonnie: The end of the day at most.

Julia: So we just sit here and cramp up for hours?

Lonnie: No, we set up a small camp. No tents, no vehicles, just the leaves, and the wood, and the... [She discovers a big type of beetle gnawing on a leaf bug enough for a part of a roof] Bugs. [A spider as big as her torso jumps down and eats the beetle]

All: Ahhh! [A plant with big teeth swallows the spider whole and opens it's mouth, showing a broken spider leg and yellow ooze] Ahhh! [They back away as the plant extends itself]

Kyle: Bad spot! Bad spot! This was a really bad spot!

Julia: Way to go, Kyle!

Zeke: Hey! This spot was your choice!

Lonnie: Stop arguing! [In a panicked whisper] I think it can smell fear!

Zeke: Oh, we're dead meat now, man. [Rogelio roars and impales the mutant plant at it's roots, cutting it off from it's tether] No, no, no! Put it back! [The plant continues to reach towards them as they are backed against a wall, Cadets behind Lonnie]

Kyle: At least we go out fighting. [He mutters] Despite what Catra told me. [Rogelio swipes at the plant with his staff, knocking it away, getting on all fours and roaring again, scaring it off]

Julia: What just happened?

Zeke: Uh. A beetle ate a leaf, a spider ate the beetle, the plant ate the spider, and Rogelio cleared the weeds.

Kyle: Food chain?

Lonnie: No. Rogelio just saved out skins!

Julia: [Still in shock] I think I left mine with the spider... [Rogelio growls and he slices his finger in front of his neck, points to his wrist like a watch, and points in the direction of the plant] Meaning?

Lonnie: He says the plant should die soon. [Rogelio smiles proudly]

Kyle: Thanks buddy! [He gives him a fist bump]

Lonnie: Okay, new plan. We just sit here and cramp for hours. [Her team nods in agreement, except for Rogelio, who writes Morse code in the dirt and leaves] Where are you going?

Julia: Maybe to finish that thing off.

Zeke: No, he's going to see Entrapta.

Kyle: You can read that?

Zeke: Yeah. Can't everyone? [They shake their heads and focus their attention elsewhere]

Rogelio travelled for hours, marking the trees of the Whispering Woods, only to walk in circles. He eventually stumbles into the Crystal Castle and climbs it for a higher vantage point. He sees the Castle and the Horde on either side and follows the path to Brightmoon. Rogelio roars at the guards, trying to get them to understand, but unfortunately they don't speak lizard.He was brought before the Queen, who looked too eager to sit, and her newly appointed King by marriage.

Glimmer: You're from the Horde. [He nods and a few moments pass] Rogelio? [He nods again] Can you speak? [He growls, frustrated that no one understands] Are you here to see someone? [He nods quickly, liking the progress] Who? [Rogelio mimics tapping a keyboard and sticks his hands on either side of his head, fingers pointed out] Entrapta? [Rogelio roars triumphantly and the guards silence him] I see. Send him to her lab.

Guard: Are you sure, Your Majesty?

Glimmer: It's not the first time we've had a Horde soldier here. [The guard take him away to the stairs that lead to Entrapta]

Damien is startled by Sasha when she walks out, hoping he had more time to compose himself.

Damien: He-Hey Sasha. [She turns around to face him] Interesting meetings today?

Sasha: Interesting isn't how I would have described them. What do you want?

Damien: Well, you know how there are schedules for almost every literal thing here and a lack of privacy?

Sasha: Yeah. What about it?

Damien: As you know, I have never been to the Horde before this and I'm not used to soldier training.

Sasha: Really? Guess I overestimated you.

Damien: Ha ha. Nice use of sarcasm.

Sasha: That wasn't sarcasm.

Damien: Oh. Uh, sorry. Anyways, I was hoping you could possibly change the system so I can get used to it.

Sasha: You expect me to change everything when you have a perfectly good blanket for a curtain?

Damien: No. That's actually helpful. But maybe you could train me or something? I don't have a bow and I don't think you guys carry those, so I might as well have a backup weapon.

Sasha: That would give Lonnie and the others time to set up. Alright, let's go.

Damien: Now?

Sasha: Of course. [They both walk to the training room and Sasha grabs two spears, tossing one to Damien, who impresses her by catching it] I'll take it easy on you.

Damien: Thanks. Woah! [He lands on his back after she hits the back of his knees with the spear] You said easy!

Sasha: That was easy.

She pulls him up and they start again. Damien manages in the defensive, but he is closer to the wall than he should be in a fight. He blocks her spear while thinking of a way to get free, coming up with only one solution. He dodges her spear and slips behind her, holding his spear to her neck.

Sasha: Fast learner too, huh? [He moves his spear and she turns]

Damien: One of my best strengths. Tech too.

Sasha: Tech?

Damien: Yeah. I used to love Entrapta's work and I would invent things, hoping to show her how far I came.

Sasha: But you don't anymore. [He shakes his head]

Damien: Do you ever try to remember their memories that we don't have?

Sasha: No. It's theirs to know, our new ones are only ours. Why, do you?

Damien: Yeah. Mainly I try to remember all the tech I created, but it seems like their were so many.

Sasha: What if you were our Tech Master?

Damien: That's Bow's title.

Sasha: The title doesn't really matter. It's the job that counts.

Damien: Okay. I would still like to have a weapon in case.

Sasha: Just for your perseverance, I'll make sure you have all the materials you want. [They resume the training, getting harder and more difficult for the other to win]

Bow: Guys! Big news! [He bursts in the main room of the library]

Gayle: Dude, can you tone it down?

Bow: Who wants to go to a new planet?! [Skylar and Jude both raise their hand]

Skylar/Jude: Me!

Gayle: Count me out.

Jordan: Are you going?

Bow: Um, no. I thought it was best if I stayed with Glimmer. The only ones going are Cynthia, Catra, Adora, Melog, and somehow Double Trouble. I have no idea what's going on with them lately. Pack some things and hurry, she's not patient enough to wait all day. [Skylar and Jude race out the room] Okay. Good talk.

Everyone is on the bridge saying their goodbyes.

Perfuma: Here. [She waves her hand over Cynthia's head and a purple flower crown appears] A symbol of peace among us.

Cynthia: [She looks up at the crown, unsure if she should be disappointed or intrigued] Uh... Thanks, Flowers.

Scorpia: Oh! And Catra, don't forget your blanket. [She holds up the same blue blanket from the Horde]

Catra: [She blushes in embarrassment and annoyance] Put that away before someone sees it! [Scorpia starts to throw it behind her] You know what? Just give me the d*mn thing. [She snatches the blanket from her and hugs it tightly, smiling back briefly]

Swift Wind: I'm going to miss you.

Adora: I'm going to miss you too, Swifty.

Swift Wind: It's just that... [He begins to sob loudly] You said you wouldn't leave me again. And I won't be there to protect you.

Adora: It's okay. I will never leave you. Besides, I've got Catra to protect me. [Adora pets her, making her purr and Swift Wind shares a look with Melog]

Swift Wind: Yeah, I'm not doing that. [Melog looks at him, pleading] Fine. [He awkwardly pats Melog with his hoof and it purrs] So that's what that feels like? [They all nod]

Double Trouble: Goodbye to all my fans! I'll be sure to remember each of you at my awards ceremony!

Cynthia: Come on, Gecko. You have to think which of your many talents you could show before you think of a thank you speech. [They gasp and discuss their talents in a full on rant]

Glimmer: Had a nice visit?

Cynthia: For the most part. [She looks at her necklace] Where did that come from?

Glimmer: Catra gave it to me as a wedding present.

Cynthia: That was nice. Hey, if you see Ramona, tell her I'll be back soon. Gotta bring them back, bring her family here, and decide from there.

Glimmer: I will. Be safe.

Cynthia: You too.

Skylar: WAIT! [Jude and Skylar both are out of breath each carrying a small suitcase carrying film and art stuff] We're here!

Cynthia: Is that everyone? [They all agree] I really should have parked closer...

Cynthia: [Her ears lay flat and she holds back a growl] What are you laughing at?

Adora and Catra: Cynthia and Sasha sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. [She gags at the image and Double Trouble looks annoyed] First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes DT with the baby carriage.

Double Trouble: This is outrageous. And Catra, I'm disappointed in you. I've heard you sing better.

Adora: You can sing?

Catra: I- What? No! I thought I told you not to say anything about that.

Double Trouble: Oops. Don't you love petty revenge?

Bow: Is her singing as cute as her sneeze?!

Catra: It is not!

Double Trouble: It's not cute, but it is entertaining.

Glimmer: Can we hear it? Please?

Catra: No.

Adora: We're getting off the subject. What did we miss after she got it out?

Cynthia: That's a nice way to put it. She just said she didn't like spies and she knew I would visit her again, which is why I am going back. Whoever's coming, get your stuff. I'll be at my ship, west of the Horde. [She walks out, annoyed with herself]

Sasha is at the bottom of the stairs with Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio in a line. Octavia reported that most of the soldiers would comply with her orders and the others are hesitant.

Sasha: Lonnie. [She steps forward] We need to talk.

Lonnie: I was thinking the same thing.

Sasha: I believe we both have different things to say.

Lonnie: I think so too.

Sasha: As of right now, you have been promoted to Force Captain. [She gives her a badge and Lonnie clips it to the collar of her armor] Prepare your squad for a mission to Elberon.

Lonnie: We're fighting already?

Sasha: Of course not. Tell them you were assigned for security purposes if they ask. Stay out of sight until further notice.

Lonnie: So your exiling us?

Sasha: [A look of hurt appears on her] What? No. Is that what you think?

Lonnie: Kind of sounds like what Hordak did to Catra.

Sasha: [Her hurt is no longer visible behind her emotional mask] I am not Hordak. I will not rule with fear as the previous rulers did. You should count yourself lucky this is a negotiation mission, as most will be. Would you rather we start fighting?

Lonnie: No, of course not. Sorry. [She hugs Lonnie and quickly let's go, shocking the others]

Sasha: Hey, I won't be long. Just wait for a while.

Lonnie: You got it, Boss.

Sasha: You don't have to call me that. [Lonnie nods and leads her team out]

Lonnie: We can tell her later.

Sasha: I hate it when you two are quiet without being told.

Shadow Weaver: I thought you would appreciate it.

Sasha: It leaves too much time to think.

Prime: I don't see the problem. That's what you wanted.

Sasha: It makes me think you're plotting something.

Shadow Weaver: I wouldn't plot something against someone holding me captive.

Prime: Yes you would.

Shadow Weaver: Stop talking about yourself.

Prime: I was not.

Shadow Weaver: Yes you were.

Prime: Well you still would do it anyway.

Shadow Weaver: There he goes again.

Sasha: Looks like mom and dad are fighting again.

Both: How dare you compare us to parental figures!

Sasha: Easy. You guys are giving me a headache.

Both: He/She did it.

The girls both stared up at Juliet. "I can explain," Glimmer said quickly. "Um, we… she…"

"Look, I'm not going to judge you for this, Glimmer," Juliet said. "But I do have to tell your mother. She needs to know, so she can talk to you. And so that I won't have to sleep on the couch. Now, I'll let you get dressed." She left the room.

Catra and Glimmer looked at each other, wide-eyed.

"Well, that was a great plan," Catra said sarcastically. "Got any others to get your mom off our backs?"

"I'll figure something out," Glimmer said. "Look. You can go now. The storm's let up, and it's morning. So… I'll show you the door."

She and Catra went downstairs to the front door.

"Well, I guess this is it," Glimmer said.

"Yeah," Catra answered, looking away.

Glimmer took a deep breath. "Goodbye, Catra. I'll never forget you."

"Bye, dummy," Catra muttered.

She opened the door and left, only briefly looking back.

Glimmer closed the door and sighed, leaning against it. Catra was gone. All Glimmer had to do now was come up with a convincing story for Angella and she'd be fine.

So why did she have this sinking feeling in her chest?

Catra walked down the street. It was the first time she'd been outside in almost a week. She stared at everything around her. The sun burned her eyes, but it was worth it. Catra was free at last.

So why did it feel so wrong?

A bit later, Glimmer and Angella sat in the living room. Glimmer had been called there by her mother and was trying not to make eye contact.

"Glimmer, Juliet told me that she found you and another girl asleep in your bed this morning," Angella said, calmly but with an undercurrent of annoyance.

Glimmer was silent, looking away.

Angela's tone and expression softened. "I'm not angry. I know that you are eighteen, and this is going to happen. I just want to know who this young woman was."

Glimmer's head jerked up. "Mom, no! We weren't… We aren't girlfriends!"

"Glimmer, it's okay," Angella said quietly. "I will not judge you. You can tell me the truth."

Glimmer paused. "...You promise you won't get mad?"

Angella nodded.

Glimmer took a deep breath. "Well, this is a really, really long story…"

Catra looked at the apartment door. She took a deep breath, straightening her bow tie.

This was it. Catra was finally going home. She smoothed her hair back and knocked on the door. Scorpia answered it. She started to say a casual hello, then realized who it was. She stared down at Catra with a face of shock and wonder. And then the shrieking began

"CATRA!!!" Scorpia yelled happily, grabbing the smaller girl in a big hug and spinning her around. "Let go of me!" Catra sputtered indignantly. Scorpia put Catra down. "What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Tell me everything! Oh my God, I am so glad you're okay…"

Catra waited until she was done, then cleared her throat. "So, um… about what happened…"

"...And so I opened the door, and let her go," Glimmer finished. She waited nervously for Angella's reaction.

Angela's expression was difficult to read. She seemed to be looking at a point far away. She nodded.

"I see," Angella said quietly.

She stood up, pulling out her phone. She dialed a number.

"Hello, Etheria Police Department," said a cheerful voice.

Glimmer gasped. "Mom, no!" She jumped up and attempted to grab the phone. Angella held it above her head. "Glimmer, you know I have to."

Glimmer jumped, trying to grab the phone and internally cursing her short stature. Angella left the room with Glimmer still trying to get the phone. Glimmer chased her mother all the way to the car, whose door Angella closed and locked before Glimmer could get in.

Glimmer was forced to back away so as not to get hurt as Angella started pulling away.

She watched her mother drive away, helpless to do anything else.

"...so then she opened the door, and I walked away," Catra finished.

Scorpia stared at Catra. "Whoa." She stuttered a bit, shaking her head. "I- whoa. That's so awful, and cool, and terrifying, a-all at the same time." There was a pause. "So… what are we gonna do now?"

Catra shrugged. "Go back to our lives, what else? We gotta figure out how to deal with Hordak being mad at us, but how's that different from normal?"

Scorpia kept chattering as Catra walked around, doing things.

Neither of them knew that the police had already been called…

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Hello, Everybodeeeeeee!! 😊

It's Friday, one of my very favorite days, because it's the day I share a new chapter in this story with you!

Previously in this episode:

Part One: Entrapta and Wink learn the truth behind the troubles ravaging their planet.

Part Two: Swift Wind gets to ride on a lounge while Adora struggles to keep things organized, and Glimmer and Bow don't realize that they will be hosting a sleepover!

Part Three: Catra opens up to Castaspella, who ends up being like a great mother figure to her.

I am dedicating this next chapter to @Brenymtearqueen who has been incredibly supportive of my writing and is also quite a brilliant writer. Thank you for the encouragement and inspiration!

I hope you like this!

This one is just basically fun.

Because, when you host a reunion of a bunch of princesses who have grown to trust and care about one another through a war and saving their planet together and driving off the worst evil the universe has ever seen, they are naturally going to have a good time!

Please enjoy! ❤️

Nighttime settles peacefully over Castle Bright Moon.

The Moon Stone shines its light brilliantly against the lavender cliffs surrounding the citadel, which stands out as an evening star, extending up into the shimmering cloudless sky.

Within her walls, the Princess Emergency Sleepover Gathering is in full swing.

A cozy, casual party atmosphere has overtaken Glimmer’s bedroom, despite the desperate circumstances which heralded this meeting of Etherian royalty.

Perfuma kneels on the floor, her head turned in attention to her conversation with the majestic Swift Wind, who has draped himself luxuriously over his favorite lounge.

Perfuma: [impressed] Ohhh! I didn’t know anyone could fly upside down and backwards at the same time! That must take a lot of practice!

Swift Wind shrugs and looks at one forehoof nonchalantly.

Swift Wind: Actually, it was my first try! Although . . . [reflectively] the wind was particularly favorable that day.

As it happens, Adora is just within earshot at that moment, on her way across the room. She comes to a dead stop. Her eyes narrow in a silent, challenging, “Really?!” at her trusted steed and his version of their adventure with the storm. Adora raises an eyebrow and opens her mouth for a pointed comment. After a pause, she closes her mouth, smiles, and just shakes her head before continuing on her way.

Perfuma: [hanging on Swift Wind’s words] Wowwwwww.

Swift Wind tosses his exquisitely-braided mane in satisfaction.

All throughout their conversation, Perfuma’s hands have continued to work skillfully, having shifted their attentions now to braiding Mermista’s long, dark hair.

Mermista, for her part, lounges across a pile of cushions on the floor with her torso leaning toward Perfuma, but with her head and her focus turned away. She remains oblivious to the conversation nearby and barely aware of her friend’s careful work. To the casual observer, Mermista’s expression matches her typical unaffected boredom. But, a more careful examination reveals a note of pensive internal restlessness, betraying her faraway, uneasy thoughts.

On the other side of the bedroom, Spinnerella and Netossa watch amused as Frosta tells a fascinated Scorpia about her gamer alter ego: Frostbite Winter’s Bane!

Scorpia leans in close to Frosta, who is on her feet, acting out her narrative. Scorpia’s vine cloak lies over the back of her chair, and the Heart Blossom bloom given to her by Perfuma is now attached to her shoulder armor.

Frosta: [animated and deeply enthusiastic] She’s got everything! Ice Hammer. Ice Sword. Ice Scythe! [proudly] That’s a plus three. But in combination with her Frost Sharpen power up . . . it can be up to plus five!

Scorpia: [entranced, feeling it] Oh, wow! That sounds . . . hey, could I--?

Scorpia suddenly throws her hands up to her head.

Scorpia: Oooo! That reminds me! Look.

Reaching to the very top of her head, she fishes a small object out of her hair and holds it carefully out to Frosta. It is a tiny misshapen and mostly melted crown.

Scorpia: [proudly] See? You were actually right!

Frosta giggles with pleasure. Quickly and carefully, she waves her hands through the air, which begins to swirl with coalescing sparkles of ice. Spinnerella and Netossa lean in with interest. Frosta furiously concentrates on the details in her work, biting her tongue with the effort of her focus. Gradually, she forms the shape of an ornate tiara, in glittering filigree. With a ting! it solidifies in her hands, and she rises on tip-toes to place it carefully on Scorpia’s head. Scorpia smiles and gently touches her new headwear, while Frosta takes a step back and frowns, hand to chin.

All at once, Frosta leans forward and reaches her hands to Scorpia’s ears. At the touch of her fingers, two sparkly earrings appear.

Scorpia: [wonderingly] Huh.

Frosta: They’re a matching set.

The whole little group shares a giggle.

Their mirth is suddenly interrupted by a menacing shing! as a mighty blade swings and stops within several inches of Netossa’s and Spinnerella’s faces!

Netossa: [flinching, startled] Hah!

Spinnerella just smiles and picks up one of the proffered snacks lying on the flat of the blade. She smiles up at Adora.

Spinnerella: [delighted and completely unphased] Thank you!

Adora smiles, very satisfied as she holds out the Sword of Protection full of goodies.

Adora: Ooooof course!

With a slightly-shaken expression, Netossa jiggles her head at Adora, who shrugs and moves on to another part of the room.

Netossa glances askance at her lover with a look of incredulity.

Spinnerella shrugs and just grins.

Spinnerella: [innocently] What?

She takes a bite of the small pastry, then, looking into Netossa’s eyes, reaches over and pops the rest of the treat into her wife’s mouth. Netossa chews, and her expression relaxes. They lock eyes and Spinnerella nods to her, smiling.

Netossa: [with a delighted smile] Mmmmmm!

Spinnerella: [agreeing] Mm-hmmm!

Across the room, Bow holds the back of Glimmer’s shoulders, watching Adora’s every move and muttering under his breath.

Bow: [urgent wheezing whisper] Sword safety, sword safety, sword safety . . . !

Glimmer faces in the opposite direction to Bow, searching the hallway just outside her bedroom, anxiously. Noticing his whispering, she turns to him.

Glimmer: [with mild irritation] Booow. What is it?

Seeing his expression, she looks over her shoulder, then back to Bow.

Glimmer: [dismissively] Oh, don’t worry about it. Adora’s just having some fun.

She turns back to the hallway, troubled.

Glimmer: [concerned] Entrapta’s still not here. I wonder why. But . . . we really should get started soon.

She looks back to Bow, who is still watching Adora with intense nervousness. Glimmer frowns.

Glimmer: Bow! You’re not paying attention!

On the other side of the room, the conversation has shifted, with a new storyteller. Frosta is seated on the floor as Netossa leans forward, recounting her tale with expressive energy. Spinnerella relaxes on the lounge, her arm around Netossa’s back, smiling lovingly at her enthusiasm.

Netossa: So, Spinnerella flew into the whirlwind -- to slow it down -- while I protected them from the trees. [gesturing with her hands] Boom - net! Boom - net! Boom - net! Then I made one big net and landed them safely on the ground!

As she concludes her narrative, she stands up and punches downward with both fists in a final exclamation.

Netossa: [smiling with pride] Boom! Nets!

Frosta: [in a disappointed whine] Awwwww! I wish I could’ve been there!

She jumps to her feet, punching the air as she speaks.

Frosta: I’d-a been all: Snow flurry! Snow flurry! Snow flurry! [holding clenched fists close to her body and lowering her voice in a menacing growl] Ice fists!

Netossa raises an eyebrow. With one hand on her hip, she gestures with the other.

Netossa: [skeptically] Yeeeeah. And . . . how exactly would that have helped?

Frosta: [rolling her eyes at Netossa] Oh, come on! It would have looked so awesome!

All at once, Frosta punches the air: one, two, three! A trio of small snow showers shimmer down over them.

Frosta: [grinning triumphantly] See what I mean?

Netossa brushes snow from her shoulders, and Spinnerella reacts with a slight shiver.

In a self-satisfied tone, Frosta offers her coup de grace.

Frosta: [smiling proudly] Plus, they could have landed on a soft pile of snow . . . Instead of in the dirt.

Netossa opens her mouth to speak. She closes it again, frowning.

Spinnerella starts to giggle, and Netossa turns on her with a little scowl. Holding her hand over mouth, Spinnerella looks up at Netossa with laughing eyes. Valiantly, she tries to control her laughter, composing herself a little as she coughs and clears her throat. After a moment, she removes her hand and looks up sweetly.

Spinnerella: [on the edge of another bout] I think -- I think she gotcha, darling!

Netossa looks away, fuming. She folds her arms and sits down, frowning hard.

Spinnerella, unable to contain the hilarity any further, begins shaking as the laughter bubbles out again, unrestrained this time, causing her to partially collapse in the seat. She falls forward, patting Netossa’s shoulder with a sympathetic hand.

Netossa rolls her eyes and gives a side-glance to her darling one. Bit by bit, a little smile appears on her face, and her harsh attitude relaxes.

Netossa: [patting Spinnerella’s hand] Yeah, yeah.

She turns to Frosta with a half-smile, holding up her fist. Frosta fist-bumps with aggressive enthusiasm, causing Netossa to wince a little, surprised, her smile dropping.

Netossa: [mildly irritated] Heeeey!

As she shakes her hand out, Spinnerella laughs even harder. After a few beats of Spinnerella’s laughter, Netossa’s irritation dissolves into a grin, while Frosta simply watches, and beams!