𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰.

— makes sure to turn with him as he circles her, matching his smirk with a playful smile of her own.

“Besides, I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me,” she adds, slightly more serious now, more vulnerable.

— able to connect to each other, but when she tries, the connection dies halfway through the journey, bursting as it hits the barrier that separates her from them.

With Hordak, though, it feels as though they’re in their own little bubble together.

“What you call reckless, I call thorough.” She —

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 he is. Entrapta finds the red tinge to his cheeks especially endearing, but there’s something about the recovery, about him 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 with her like this, that perks her up like nothing else does.

Her entire life has felt as though she’s standing outside a bubble, and everyone else is inside, —

— blown anyone up before. Anyone who says otherwise was better off without that finger anyway.

“Aww, I like you, too.” She beams up at Hordak, patting him on the head with a pigtail.

“But to put it in similar terms to yours — I’ll always take extra precautions when you’re around so as to ensure you don’t accidentally get blown up by one of my experiments.”

Not that she’s ever accidentally —

/ well, well, well, look who we have here…

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“Hmm. Would it be egotistical of me to assume I’m not amongst the ‘most’?”

“A gravity bomb!” She repeats with absolutely no hesitation.

She beams at Mermista, taking her question as genuine interest. “It pulls people to the epicenter of the explosion site. Do you want to see it?”

— own hand, palm up. “I’ll need your dominant hand first.”

— without a little risk?

"No robot needed! I can patch you up myself.” Another robot is already wheeling over to hand her the materials for the task. She removes her giant work gloves and places them on the table.

She knows better than to touch Catra without warning. Instead, she holds out her —

— favorite color is, in fact, red.

She takes Catra's refusal regarding the claw caps in stride. She knew it was a long shot anyway; there'd always been a ninety-four-point-three percent chance she'd say no, and a one percent chance she'd even attack Entrapta for asking. But what's science —

"To live your life based entirely upon what's efficient rather than what interests you is a 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 boring life indeed, Catra." Now she's waving the cupcake back and forth in front of Catra's face. It's red velvet with crimson icing; she's determined to thoroughly test her hypothesis that Catra's —

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚!

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚!

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒.

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"𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨."

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Hordak from She-Ra 2018. (N)SFW, 18+ only.

/ fully joking, please take your time 🙏

/

/ will get to responses both here and on @greyskullshonor.bsky.social later today when i have more free time.

in the meantime, the warm welcome here has been much appreciated. :) now everyone convince your friends to make more SPOP characters here so we can keep this party going 🎉

/ yesssss do it!!

/ uh, well, i —

— going to be so cute!”

— in her eyes as she meets Catra’s eyes again. “What about caps? Like tiny, adorable gloves for each of your claws.” She’s struggling to keep the excitement out of her voice. “Oooo, and I could make them different colors! What’s your favorite color? Is it red? You wear a lot of red. Oh, this is —

— one to her own mouth. She simultaneously chews and examines the wounds on Catra’s hands.

“Hmm,” she hums, then swallows. “Gloves strong enough to withstand your claws would greatly hinder your dexterity, and I’m assuming that’s not something you’re willing to compromise.” There’s a glint —

— smiles cheerfully at her.

“Anyway! Your distrust in my cooking is a valid assessment, but I never said I did my own cooking.” As she speaks, a robot on wheels rolls over with a tray. “Tiny cupcake?” One lock of hair takes a miniature cupcake off the tray to offer to Catra while another brings —

“My motion detectors are 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 thorough,” she responds with a hint of pride. “You’re getting better, though! You managed to evade seventy-three percent of them this time — That’s an entire fifteen percent increase from last time.”

A lock of hair reaches up to pat Catra on the head as Entrapta —

— experiencing any hot flashes recently?”

She pulls up a chair, which really is just one of her pigtails bent to allow her to sit on. Perfuma has her undivided attention now.