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And now, here is my Day 23 fanfic.
Just right for the season of fall.
Roman Empire
For centuries the empire had stood.
Conquering and growing.
Destroying what it could not absorb.
Subjugating all to the will of Prime.
It was not built in a day.
Yet, on this day, it would be shaken to the core.
The empire would fall.
Because of one person.
And some friends she made along the way.
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Starla was smiling and animated as she spoke to the group of about a dozen tired and ragged-looking people, some young, some old, but all with expressions of hopeful desperation.
"We've been to worlds where the fight against Horde Prime is alive and well! And they're making a difference!"
A young woman with short green hair stood up. "But Prime has been conquering planets for hundreds of years! His army is huge!"
Tallstar stepped up to join her sister.
"But it's small compared to all of us together. And Prime's army is spread thin and now mostly concentrated around Etheria, where the threat to him is greatest."
An older man with a long beard and red bandana circling his head spoke up. "But in all these years, his Empire has only grown stronger."
Starla spoke with confidence. "The larger it's become, the more difficult it is for Horde Prime to control."
"And his pride makes him vulnerable," Tallstar pointed out. "He doesn't expect rebellion like we're planning."
Starla spread her hands to her audience. "Believe us. No empire can last forever, and Prime's empire is ready to fall. Now is the time."
A voice behind them made them turn.
"I've got it!"
The two sisters joined their brother across the room.
Jewelstar sat on the floor with a partially-dismantled Horde drone saucer in his hand. Wires trailing from it connected with a data pad.
He set the drone down carefully and gestured to it.
"I've been able to isolate the code within the drone's communications circuitry, and I can hack Prime's entire communication network from here and broadcast. . . for probably about 15, maybe 20 seconds. That's all we'll get."
Tallstar nodded. "Good."
Starla smiled. "it'll be enough. You're amazing, big brother!"
She gave him an awkward hug, and he grinned self-consciously, looking at all the people observing.
Starla let go. "So. Ya ready?"
"Yes." Jewelstar looked from one to the other of his sisters. "You?"
Tallstar nodded. "Let's do it."
Starla nodded back. "Okay. Let's light this thing up!"
She turned to her audience and motioned them to follow.
"You'll want to watch this!"
She led them just outside the mouth of the cave, where Jewelstar had carried his equipment and was arranging it.
It was nearly evening time, and four huge bone-white spires dominated the landscape at varying distances from them.
Tallstar stood in front of Jewelstar, watching him complete some connections as he integrated a wire from the data pad with his electronic left eye.
He looked at his sister intently and nodded, pressing a control on the side of his eye.
The people with them gasped as enormous holograms suddenly and quickly built themselves up in layers at the tops of the spires.
Four gigantic images of Tallstar!
She took a deep breath and began to speak.
We are the Star Siblings, calling you to join us.
And her words were echoed in booming clarity from the heights of the spires.
The Rebellion against Horde Prime has begun!
. . .
On another world, where the suns were blazing daylight, groups of slave workers stopped and listened to the towering figure above them: defiant and confident.
Throughout the empire, his hold is crumbling, and it won't stop until he is defeated.
. . .
Back by the cave, Jewelstar pressed a button on the side of his eye, activating a recording, as the voice continued.
We know this because our leader is She-Ra, and her magic is the one thing Prime fears.
The recording, magnified in enormous holographic form, was of a young woman with long, blond hair tied in a ponytail. Fierce in her determination to raise an archway of rock inside a mountain, she suddenly emanated a blinding light from her body, transforming her briefly into a mighty warrior princess, with power sufficient to compress and crystalize the solid rock!
. . .
On yet a different planet, rebels who already had weapons stood emboldened by this message and image of hope.
Tallstar's voice continued.
Remember She-Ra's name, and join her fight!
. . .
Tallstar, impassioned, shook her fist in the air as her brother switched the visual of the broadcast back to her through his electronic eye.
"For your homes, your people and your freedom! Now is the time! Fight--!"
Suddenly, she hesitated as the echo of her voice halted, and a new voice replaced it.
Do not be deceived, my children. For Prime sees all and knows your hearts!
Horde Prime's image in massive stature had replaced Tallstar's on all of the spires.
But it didn't matter.
It was already starting, as people gathered in bands and descended from the neighboring and distant hillsides against an advancing force of bots.
Do not turn from the light to join those who are lost.
Ignoring the booming voice, Starla gestured to the people around her. "See! It's happening! Come on!"
And her siblings and the others drew weapons, running to aid the ones who had begun to fight back.
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Horde Prime, Emperor of the Known Universe, stood watching an array of multiple screens.
The Rebellion was spreading.
From Etheria . . to Aquarii . . . to Eridani . . . and beyond.
He frowned in determination.
Then smiled bitterly with his thoughts.
Such acts of defiance were futile.
For the Light of Prime would always prevail.
The Heart of Etheria would be his very soon.
With it, he would utterly extinguish the blasphemers.
And even if it meant that his empire was to burn, then so be it.
Let it burn in a cleansing fire.
He would build it himself.
(Edited by BrianSturgill)
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Would you like to read my Day 22 fanfic?
Feel free.
Prisoner
She was falling now.
And it felt like release.
On the edges of consciousness, she realized that no matter what happened now . . .
She would be free.
Images from her life let loose in a flood, and she saw what all of it had been.
A prison.
And she had always been fighting to escape:
. . . from the restrictions imposed on her as a cadet.
. . . from Shadow Weaver's oppression.
. . . from the knife-edge volatility of Hordak's judgement.
. . . from the need for anyone's approval.
. . . from weakness.
. . . from doubt.
. . . from failure.
Finally, she had found a way to escape the whole world, high above Etheria with Horde Prime.
But every time that she thought she had succeeded in finding freedom, sooner or later it revealed itself to be another prison.
No more.
Horde Prime's voice still spoke to her, but it was starting to fade.
Little sister, why did you think to seek freedom where none could be found?
She winced.
It is disappointing . . . and very sad.
All that you had wished was to be free, and yet you spurned the perfect freedom of Prime's benevolent will.
Tears flowed as she turned away.
His voice diminished but persisted in her mind.
Even now, you could rest in the light of Prime . . .
"No," she whispered.
. . . yet you choose darkness and ignorance.
Truly a pitiful waste.
His voice was only the echo of an echo.
However, in my mercy, your suffering will be brief.
She pushed what was left of his voice from her mind.
And she was free.
From somewhere above her, she heard a cry.
She tried to answer.
"Adora,"
Softly.
Like a sigh of relief.
Her last thought before darkness.
(Edited by BrianSturgill)
The discord is having a competition and the scene redraw was from another fandom and we were tasked with re-creating it with She-Ra characters. Thus, this abomination was born.
Time crunch aside, this turned out pretty good. It can of course be cleaned up and improved. But, for ~4 hours I'm happy. Normally stuff takes me 2-3 days.
With the original being:
(Edited by KallenLiulfren)
First chapter: here
Previous chapter: here
Meant to post this sooner, whoops... Oh well.
Full disclosure, I really don't know when chapter 7 will be out. (I want to finish chapter 8 before I post 7, and- long story short, it'll be a minute.) I might post some other fics I wrote a while ago in the meantime, so stay tuned for that.
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The walls of Double Trouble’s apartment weren’t that thick. So, the next afternoon, they heard voices at their door.
As they walked over to it, they heard one say, “But it is locked. We cannot simply open it.”
Double Trouble unlocked the door as quickly and quietly as they could, then flung it open. The conversation outside was cut short as the five clones standing there stopped to look, surprised.
“Oh!” said Will.
“Double Trouble!” said Jellylorum.
“It is I!” Double Trouble bowed dramatically, then smirked. “Next time you want to be let in, just knock.” They led the students inside.
Augustus narrowed his eyes. “Knock?”
“Yes.” Did the clones know how to knock? “Like this.” Double Trouble demonstrated.
“This?” Plato tried it.
“Yes, exactly. Just knock on the door when you get here, so I know you’re there.”
Will gave a curt nod. “Thank you, brother. We will remember that.”
“Brother?” Double Trouble repeated.
Will opened his moth to respond, then closed it.
Double Trouble sighed. “I’m not your brother, darling. I’m no sibling of yours, no clone of big brother Prime.” They shook their head. “And brother is far too masculine a word for me, you know?”
From the way the clones frowned and cocked their heads, they evidently did not know.
Double Trouble sighed again, more dramatically this time. They had to spell this all out, didn’t they? “Brother implies boy, which I am not. Use gender-neutral words for me, please. That would be sibling, in this case, though I’m not your sibling either.”
The clones’ expressions remained blank.
“G… Gender-neutral?” George Electra repeated.
“Yes, neither masculine nor feminine,” said Double Trouble. “Oh, you lambs don’t know a thing about gender, do you?” They gave a third sigh, this one more amused, almost affectionate. “Well, some people go by feminine words, some by masculine ones, and some by neither, and you just make sure to call everyone by the right ones. Even when you’re making fun of them; there are much more creative ways to that. Mocking someone by misgendering them is low.”
The clones still didn’t say anything, so they continued, “Horde Prime went by masculine words, of course—big brother. And I assume you all do, too, since you call yourselves brothers… But would you prefer something else?”
“Something else?” said Jellylorum. (Why did the clones always just repeat the things they didn’t understand instead of asking a proper question?)
“Yes… I’ve been thinking of you all as ‘he,’ and you call each other brother, but would you like to, say, try out different pronouns? Pronouns like she or they,” Double Trouble explained. “Though there are others, if you’re interested.”
Plato frowned in thought. “I think… I would like to try those.”
“Really?” Double Trouble smiled. “She and they?”
Plato nodded.
Before Double Trouble could reply, Augustus interrupted.
“We must use the words Lord Prime intended. We are his brothers. Do you reject his—”
“Prime is gone, brother,” Jellylorum interjected.
“Yes, Prime is gone. And”—Double Trouble didn’t even try to hide their disdain—“it doesn’t matter what he intended. You’re more than welcome to reject his anything. Horde Prime doesn’t dictate what pronouns you use, or anything else about you, especially not anymore; only you get to say. Do what feels right, express yourself how you like, and don’t worry what Prime would think of any of it.”
Double Trouble paused for effect. Their students looked at them, quiet besides some murmurs of hmm.
“Anyway,” said Double Trouble, “that’s wonderful that you’re trying those pronouns out, Plato. Are these in addition to he/him, or instead of those? And do you mind being called brother?”
“In addition, I think,” said Plato. “And of course,” they turned to the other clones, “I am still your brother.”
“Well, we’ll all use them for you.” Double Trouble looked at the other clones pointedly, giving Augustus an extra-hard look. Everyone was just standing in the apartment, with the class all in a sort of semicircle facing their teacher; Double Trouble pulled Plato out of the group and into the front and center next to themself. “Well, I am impressed with Plato’s curiosity and their willingness to experiment, or possibly her bravery in speaking up for her true self. Why don’t you all give them a round of applause.”
Jellylorum began clapping, while Will dropped to his knees and chanted a strange cry that could’ve been anything from yes to hail to hyah. George Electra Coricopat looked from Jellylorum to Will and back again, befuddled, as if unsure which of them to copy. Augustus stood still and quiet.
“Applause as in clapping,” Double Trouble clarified, “maybe with some cheering mixed in.” They started clapping to demonstrate.
Jellylorum, Will, and George Electra began clapping politely like Double Trouble had, and soon even Augustus joined in, and it grew to loud cheering. Plato looked bewildered, but smiled.
Double Trouble grinned proudly. “That’s it. Now, if any of you ever want to use different pronouns, don’t hesitate to tell me. But if no one else has anything to say, I suppose we should get on with the lesson…”
Double Trouble climbed atop their crate (this crate was pulling double duty as a side table and platform; oh, they would so like a proper stage). “We are going to unlock your emotions today, clones. You can practice pulling faces all you want, but it will never seem real if you can’t get yourself to really feel what your character is feeling, really get into their skin. First, I want you to tell me: how do you feel right now?”
Judging by their expressions, it seemed the clones mostly felt confused.
“I feel…” Will began, then paused. “How can you tell?”
Jellylorum said slowly, “I think… I feel… interested? In learning this?”
George Electra Coricopat nodded. “Interested, but… what is this feeling? What do you call it? Worried, that I will not do well enough.”
Double Trouble resisted the temptation to make a Wicked reference (“What Is This Feeling?”). Instead, they just nodded. “Anyone else?”
“Yes, I am interested,” said Plato. “Curious.”
“I am… unsure about this,” said Augustus. “I am not sure I like it.”
Double Trouble chuckled at that. “Well, I suppose that’ll do,” they said. “Now, I want you to ask yourselves that regularly—How am I feeling? You can try it with people around you, too, try to guess their feelings from tone, expression, words. Practice makes perfect and all.”
“How do you feel, Double Trouble?” said Augustus.
“Well- I-” Double Trouble stammered. All eyes were on them, and for once they weren’t loving the spotlight. Trying to regain their cool, they said, “I suppose I feel surprised—I wasn’t expecting you to ask that.” How did they feel? And what could they tell the clones? “I’m here to teach you. Oh, I know…” They grinned at their idea. “Why don’t you try to guess what I’m feeling. It’ll be good practice…” This would be good. They could be quite unreadable when they wanted… “In fact, why don’t we try that as a game. I act out an emotion, and you all try to guess it.”
They’d start easy. Subtlety had its place, but melodrama was fun too. Double Trouble put an arm to their forehead. “Oh! The heartbreak! What ever shall I do?”
“You are feeling… distressed,” said Jellylorum.
Snapping back to normal, Double Trouble said, “Anything more specific?”
“Sad?” Will tried.
“Despair?” suggested George Electra.
“Yes, I’d say despair sums it up nicely,” said Double Trouble. “Very good. Now, let’s see one of you try, and see if we can guess the emotion. Coricopat?”
“Yes?” said George Electra Coricopat.
“Why don’t you go next. Act out a feeling; let’s see what you’ve got.” Double Trouble moved to stand next to their students, and gestured for George Electra to take center stage.
Double Trouble noticed the look of genuine discomfort that flashed about Electra’s face before being replaced by a blank expression. (Oh, he didn’t get stage fright, did he?) Then he carefully widened his eyes and opened his mouth, slowly gasping a bit as he did so.
It was just as they’d practiced, one of those mechanical expressions they’d drilled. Double Trouble waited for one of the other clones to guess.
“Surprise?” asked Plato.
“Yes, surprise,” said Augustus. Will and Jellylorum nodded and murmured in agreement.
“Yes.” Electra Coricopat beamed. “That was a surprised face.”
“Indeed it was,” Double Trouble half-sighed, keeping any dismay or exasperation in their voice faint enough that their students didn’t notice it. “It’s a good start,” they said (when giving critique, it was generally best to start with something positive), “and that hint of a gasp was a nice touch. But see if you can do more, and make it seem more natural. A sharper gasp, perhaps? Or, lean back a bit, even take a step back—recoil, almost.”
George Electra nodded curtly. “Yes. I will try. Apologies.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Double Trouble put a hand on their pupil’s shoulder. “Just something to keep in mind for next time. I only told you to help you learn. No one’s perfect on their first try; constructive criticism helps you grow.”
“Imperfections are to be cleansed,” said Will, and Augustus nodded. “Or… at least, that is what Prime believed.”
“Well, there’s no magic cleansing ritual that will make you a good actor, so you’ll have to learn the hard way,” said Double Trouble, smirking. “So, we’d better keep practicing…”
They continued this game until everyone had had a turn portraying an emotion; each of the other clones did one of the basic expressions they’d practiced before.
After that, Double Trouble tried teaching the clones a bit more about body language, showing them ways to convey different emotions and such. The clones listened carefully, but they were still only learning to replicate the movements Double Trouble showed them, not how to truly channel emotion in their performance. Who knew what it would take to teach them that?
And after that, well, Double Trouble was frankly rather tired of the whole thing, and figured their students might be too. “I think you all deserve a break. A little treat…” Their students watched with interest as they went over to their record player, and thumbed through the records on the shelf below it. “Speaking of feelings…” Double Trouble pulled out their Wicked record (it wasn’t hard to find; in order to travel light, they could only hang onto a handful of soundtracks) and put it on. “I have a song for you.”
Double Trouble couldn’t help themself—and why should they? When the song began, they began singing along, shapeshifting between Galinda and Elphaba as they did. It was easy enough at first, when the characters were trading off lines, to alternate between the bubbly blonde Galinda and the sharp, green-skinned Elphaba. Soon they were staging a whole dance number, with themself playing both leads, and when the duet entered full-swing it involved a lot of twirling and shifting between characters so quickly they blurred together. The clones all stared between them and the record player, with a look that might have been awe.
When the crowd part of the song began, Double Trouble flung themself into the group of clones, who looked at them, bewildered. For the big finish, they spun back to center stage, and as Elphaba, in keeping with the song, yelled “Boo!” at Galinda—who, of course, was also them.
Slightly out of breath but grinning, they shapeshifted back into themself and took a bow.
Jellylorum started clapping, and one by one the other clones did too.
“Oh, thank you, thank you.” Double Trouble beamed, and bowed again.
Perhaps they should end the lesson there, on a high note. Anyway, as always, Double Trouble had more to do today… “Do you think I should add that to my next cabaret—my show at the tavern?” they smirked.
They hadn’t been serious, but George Electra nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes.” Jellylorum and Will nodded with equal passion, and Augustus and Plato gave small nods of agreement as well.
“What was that?” asked Will. “That… song?”
“Really?” Double Trouble chuckled. “Well, then, I’ll consider it. And that was ‘What Is This Feeling?’ from Wicked. Glad you liked it. Remind me to play you more songs next time…”
“There are… more?” said Augustus.
“Of course there are more, darling!” Double Trouble laughed. “There are, what, sixteen, seventeen more songs just from Wicked, not to mention— Well, I played you ‘The Naming of Cats.’”
“And you will… play more for us?” repeated Plato.
“Of course! In fact…” Double Trouble looked out the window, checking the light and the position of the moons in the sky. “It’s not too late yet; I’ll play you some right now.”
And so, instead of taking a break before their night show like they’d planned, Double Trouble and their students spent the next hour and ten minutes listening to the Wicked soundtrack. None of them regretted anything.
She Ra wouldn't be She Ra without its villain. Keston provided his voice for Hordak and Horde Prime, and we thank him for his effort! Happy Birthday!
(Edited by AlyzGlimmering)
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Does anyone have any ideas on what it would be like introducing He-Man, and the Masters after the events of the show, as well as introducing Skeletor, or maybe Zed first, as in the original series, he was the son of Horde Prime. Maybe in this, he could be another clone, but maybe an enhanced clone that Prime treated as a son? How would they explain the Power of Grayskull and the Magic of Etheria along with the First Ones?
Hey let’s have a competition, I will chose the five best art works and dissus all of the rest.
So post all of you’re she-ra fan art and try to win
I might be dumb but I never picked up the actual motivation of the Horde? Like yes Hordak wants to have power and impress big brother but what about the soldiers? Why did they join? My theory/headcanon is that Hordak is trying to convince the people that it's because of class or something. Like he sees the bad living conditions and environment of the Fright Zone and tried to convince everyone that it's the princess's fault because they're all living in luxury. Maybe I'm overthinking it? Maybe there is a clear motivation stated in the show and I missed it. Thoughts?
I convinced her to draw “prime prime prime” (horde prime with Optimus prime drinking prime) and she drew this lovely (and hilarious) artwork! You can find her other work on tumblr “Jay-birbs-can-draw” although she only really draws cats and transformers. (this artwork was posted with full permission from the creator and all credit goes to her)
Hi!
I thought I'd share this fanart I made yesterday.
I think my inspiration was... a little bit of boredom and wanting to draw Catra. 😂
When Catra was chipped, she was controlled by Horde Prime. She literally wasn't herself.
This is kind of a representation of that... maybe of what was going on in Catra's head when she was chipped by Prime.
Anyway, hope you like this art!
It was really fun to make!
Well, folks, it's time for the exciting conclusion to Episode 69, which has taken us to many places where things are all happening at once! 😁
In SPACE, Darla is falling into a snare as Entrapta and Wink step into the no-longer-known. (Part One)
In BRIGHT MOON, Adora and General Juliet double-team Double Trouble, whose secret agenda remains mysterious. (Part Two)
In MYSTACOR, Glimmer coaxes Catra to relax in the water! (Part Three)
In THE KINGDOM OF SNOWS, Frosta seeks parental advice. (Part Four)
In SALINEAS, Mermista faces a heart-breaking reality. (Part Five)
This final chapter of the episode is for @MIS99Dream 😊 and for everyone who loves Entrapta: her brilliance, her enthusiasm, her tenacity, and her exuberant style in her pursuit of science and discovery!
She's on a mission on behalf of all the princesses of Etheria, and it was never gonna be as easy as it sounded!
Time to travel far as we meet Wink and his best friend on board the ever-deepening forest of . . .
. . .
THE TREE MOON:
Darkness. Deep and disturbing darkness.
With glowing hints of sickly green light that cast pale shadows of tangled, chaotic branches. The dense forest-like atmosphere is intermittently pierced by deep metallic creaks and groans that echo from one vast distance into another.
A rustling, shambling noise follows a swinging beam of light, and with a sudden burst of motion, Entrapta crashes between growths of thick flora, spilling into a small open area within the indoor jungle.
Entrapta: Nghh-aaaa! Aaack!
Her right hair-braid remains caught within the branches, pulling her head sideways as she struggles with it. She shines her hand-held light back the way she came, using her other hand to get a grip on her stuck hair. Pulling hard on it, she places one foot, then the other against the wall of branches in an attempt to gain some leverage.
Entrapta: [straining] Cooome! Ooooon!! Wink!!
Entrapta grits her teeth and pulls mightily, momentarily standing completely sideways against the foliage and extending her back as much as she possibly can. After a brief additional effort, the branches give way, and her hair is suddenly released. As her hair retracts, Wink pops out of the opening, gripped tightly by Entrapta’s ponytail. In an impressively dramatic motion, they tumble to the ground in a bundle.
Entrapta sits up and heaves a great sigh. Noticing that she is now holding Wink on her lap, she carefully lifts him with her hair strands and sets him down directly beside her. Then she smiles, lifting her tracker pad to consult it.
Entrapta: [cheerfully] We’ve made some progress, Wink! I think! And on top of that, we’re definitely still alive! [looking up from the pad] Oh! That reminds me!
With deft motions, she uses bits of her hair to unlatch and remove first her own and then Wink’s helmet.
Entrapta: There’s actually lots of air in here, and we can breathe it!
Wink: This is excellent, Entrapta!
Entrapta: There’s only one problem.
Holding up her tracker pad to eye-level, Entrapta studies it intently. As she speaks, she moves it one way and then the other, and finally tries rotating it. Wink studies it with her, squinting and rotating his head in the opposite direction.
Entrapta: I have nooooo idea where we are. [frowning in consideration] The density of the invasive plant-life combined with the low remaining power levels make any residual signals that may still be emanating from the server room practically undetectable.
She looks up from the tracker pad, sweeping her light as she squints into the dimness. The vegetation immediately before her visibly shudders and stretches in gradual, intermittent spurts of growth as they watch.
Entrapta: Navigation by visual inspection and guesswork is proving to be ineffective.
Wink looks around blankly, then raises an eyebrow at a sudden thought. He frowns, putting a fist to his chin in contemplation. Entrapta stands up, tucking the tracker pad into her overalls, one hand on her hip, one hand on her chin, and one braid tip scratching her head.
Entrapta: What we really need is a point of reference. C’mon, Wink!
She sets off with some resolve, pushing their way through a gap in the jungle, and climbing over some large roots. One of her hair tendrils reaches back to Wink, who takes it in his hand and follows her.
They plunge through another snarling thicket of branches, ducking and clambering, and at times wiggling sideways to pass through. Entrapta vocalizes all the way.
Entrapta: [with effort, as they struggle through] Errrrrrrgh. RngaaAOwww. Eeeh, eeh, eeeeeeeeh-ya! Oo-owwww! Huuuu! Hrrrrrrrm.
All at once, Entrapta’s head pokes through a bramble into a small open space. Then her hand holding the lamp emerges.
Shortly after that, Wink’s head pokes through beside her. They both squint ahead into the darkness.
Suddenly, Wink’s eyes widen, his attention caught by something ahead. He wriggles an arm through the opening and points.
Wink: [triumphantly] There!
In the middle distance ahead, the branches have curled their way around and through a large opening -- what must be a huge doorway leading off of the main corridor. A strong, steady green glow radiates from the chamber beyond.
Entrapta: [with renewed excitement] Wink! I think you’ve found it! That’s gotta be the server room!
Without further hesitation, Entrapta bursts through the branches, pulling Wink with her. Together, they scamper towards the glowing light and leap through the opening.
Entrapta lands on a floor covered in moss and grasses, stretching out to fill an enormous space. Everywhere she shines her light, there are squiggled masses of thick ivy-like growths stretching serpentine upward. All at once, she extinguishes her light.
Wink steps close to Entrapta, surveying the scene in wonder.
As their eyes adjust, the glowing lights around them allow them to see almost every detail of the room.
Within the far wall opposite the entrance there is set a magnificently large, dark petaled form, largely obscured by the overgrowths, but suggestive of a window fit for a cathedral.
Through gaps in the branches along the walls of the chamber, luminous ovular forms are visible. A few of them can be made out well enough to conclude that they are egg-like pods, some sealed, others open and empty, but for a few trailing ragged cords or tubes with a rubbery, organic appearance.
Wink quickly turns and leaves Entrapta’s side, striding with evident purpose. Entrapta, oblivious of this, stares around her with widened eyes.
Entrapta: [slowly] Ohhhhhhhhh, riiiiiiight. I remember this place!
She takes a few steps forward, turning in a wide circle and spreading her arms.
Entrapta: [pleased] Hahaha! Wink! This is where I found you!
Entrapta runs up close to one of the walls and raises up on her ponytails until she is eye-level with one of the closed pod shapes. She reaches forward to prod it with her finger but quickly withdraws her arm as the branches around it grow thicker, closing as a barrier in front of it.
Entrapta: It sure has changed.
Entrapta lowers herself to the ground and turns away from the wall.
Entrapta: [brightly] But now that we’ve found someplace familiar, we might be able to use it for a bearing . . . [she frowns again] . . . if we can determine its relative positioning with respect to the server room. Hmmm . . .
Entrapta settles cross-legged onto her hair in the form of a chair. With one bent elbow on her knee, she slumps forward with her chin on her hand, the fingers of her other hand nervously drumming.
After a moment, she leaps up again.
Entrapta: Hey, Wink! What about if . . .?
She looks around her, searching the area.
Entrapta: Wink?
A sudden cry from across the room draws her focus.
Wink: [in pain] Ahh-aaaaaauggg!!
Entrapta: Wink!!!
Entrapta sprints toward Winks cry, bounding on her hair. She lands beside him, with a look of horror.
Wink stands half-way inside one of the open pods, with his back arching in a terrible contortion, his hand gripping the back of his neck. A large, grotesquely fleshy tube is inserted there, feeding up into where it connects to the housing of the pod, and wicked green arcs of electricity stab through the tube into Wink’s body. He screams in agony and terror.
Entrapta: No!! Wink! Stop!!!
She grips his shoulders and wraps her hair around her body and his, pulling strongly away from the pod. Suddenly, the connection breaks, and Wink staggers forward.
Wink: NNNNGH-AHHHH!!!
At the same time, a residual burst of energy snaps at Entrapta. The force causes her to lose her grip and propels her backwards through the air. She lands a dozen feet away, striking the floor with a powerful thud.
Entrapta: Ah-OHH-uuh!
From Entrapta’s point of view, images of the room waver around her in a blur. They begin to come into focus as a tall, white figure steps toward her and resolves into Wink. He leans over her with a renewed green glow in his eyes, a smile on his face.
Wink: [slowly] Do not be alarmed. All is well.
Wink reaches a hand out toward Entrapta. Hesitantly, an uncertain expression on her face, she takes it, and he helps her to her feet.
She stares at him with worried eyes.
Entrapta: Wink? Are you okay?
Wink’s vision is bright and clear as he looks at Entrapta, then lifts his gaze to the room around them. Through the obscuring vegetation, he is able to see a detailed schematic of every feature of the underlying tech of the ship, outlined to perfection. As he turns his head toward the exit to the room, it is suddenly as if his vision stretches to the farthest distances, piercing the darkness and ignoring the presence of the masses of chaotic encroaching foliage.
He turns his attention back to Entrapta, who looks up to him in hopeful concern.
Wink: [with cheerful confidence] Oh, yes! I am quite unharmed. Rather, my vision is restored. I can see . . . [with gravity] . . . everything! It will now be no trouble to navigate the ship.
With invigorated steps, he strides to the doorway of the chamber. Entrapta follows him with some hesitation.
Wink stops and turns back with a grin.
Wink: Come! I will take you to the place you seek. Follow me!
He turns away again and steps into the corridor, murmuring two additional words, just under his breath.
Wink: [in a whisper] Little . . . sister . . .
(End of Episode 69)
What are y'all opinions of Horde Prime becoming a tumblr sexyman?
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Hey, guys!
This was originally supposed to be cover art for "Chance for the Future, Ghosts from the Past" of @BrianSturgill 's Season 6 fanfic, but he and I agreed that it didn't represent the entire episode as fully as we wanted... So I abandoned this one, and made more cover art for the episode!
Anyway, Brian encouraged me to post this today as fanart for the episode, since he couldn't post his fanfic today. I thought that was a great idea!
So, here it is! Featuring Adora and her anxieties surrounding the situation in Brian's Episode 62!
I hope you like it!
And I highly recommend Brian's fanfic, if you haven't read it!
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(Edited by CallistoArt)
I thought I could give my previous picture called “...Brother...” so here it is.
I thought it looked better.
I really hope you like this picture!
I would called this a masterpiece!
(I’m new to the wiki btw)
Okay so this is *kinda* off topic so I'm going to try and connect this back to She-Ra. Whenever there are "bad" characters in media I usually dislike them more than the "evil" characters if that makes sense. Like, the stuff that Catra did wasnt great but I can kinda just let it slide because of how cartoonishly evil it was, despite her arguably having the highest (on screen) body count of the entire show and also committing a war crime (multiple actually, she kidnapped Glimmer and Adora as well). However on the other hand, a character like Shadow Weaver, who technically didn't do as much bad as Catra, is someone I hate with my entire core of my being. I think it's something with more realistic portrayals of toxic people (i feel this way with Terra Snapdragon from The Owl House) and less so the severity of what they've done. I've never really disliked Hordak or Horde Prime either, despite them being the big bads of the series.
Y'all might kill me for this but I also suffer from this with Scorpia. I don't think Scorpia's mean, or bad, or any of the sort, but the way she was so obsessive and continuously broke boundaries with Catra, and invaded her personal space despite Catra telling her continuously not to bother her kind of left a sour taste in my mouth. I do really want to like Scorpia, especially after she went over to the alliance, and I think she's a very likable character, but something deep down in the back of my mind won't let me forget about that and it hurts my view of the character a little.
I think part of it is that when it comes to more grounded characters I can kind of imagine how it would feel in those situations or how I would react to those situations. Like, if I had someone who acted the way Shadow Weaver did or how Scorpia did I know I wouldn't like it, but I kinda don't know how I would react to the entire world being destroyed, you know?
This was something random I thought about and I wanted to know if I'm the only one that thinks this way.