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. . . .could you please make it clear how you attained the crow army? Anyone? I need to know. . . .for science. . . .

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I very much like this astheticc

Nercali via deviantart

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I’m just here for all the Amos in the comments. 

I LOVE HIM!

look, I know it’s ~problematic~ for all kinds of reasons but I do kind of love when there’s a character with few or no scruples who outsources their moral compass to someone else

it’s sort of the equivalent of when a cat jumps up somewhere they shouldn’t be and you just pick them up and move them off it, only with murder or whatever. 

character a looking at character b like “okay is this a situation where I can do a murder” and character b like. “no. we’ve gone over this.”

I just find it very funny

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GALAXY PARROT

the red-tailed black cockatoo is a large parrot found in dry areas of australia. with five subspecies that are mainly distinguished by beak size, this cockatoo is mainly known for the bold red bands on the underside of the male’s tail. they often inhabit eucalyptus forests. while relatively adaptable to captivity as far as members of the cockatoo family go, they are rare as pets outside of australia.

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For the record. I am welsh (at least it's a large portion of my mutt heritage. Grama was solidly Welsh and taught me all kinds of welsh stuff)

You have NO IDEA how hard it is to find a reasonably priced horse skull. . . .like seriously people. This is frustrating.

Send Lwyds.

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Can’t make words do the thing.

Can’t make pictures do the thing.

*slams face into desk*

I have block. 

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writing a cover letter is just like: here is my worksona she has no mental illnesses and hates breaks! i would like to larp her for 40 hours a week with full pay and benefits

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Stolen from somebody on Facebook who stole it from somewhere else. 

No OP listed, but they are appreciated because this is nice to think about.

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I LOVE HIM

what a BEAUTIFUL BOY

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Yeaaaaahhhhh we are an odd bunch

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Hordak  Needs a Word with Scorpia

A small bit of Hordak interacting with princesses after the fall of Prime.

Should start adding that I don’t own any of these characters? It’s just my deluded fantasies about how things happen after the end of the show.

Hordak felt old.

He wasn’t, not really, not for his kind. Now that he had reconnected with the greater universe and had access to a real calendar, he discovered he had actually spent roughly thirty-five galactic cycles on this backwater planet. Thirty-five years was nothing.

Yet he looked around and there were children everywhere. Children he had a hand in raising. Adora running and laughing with Catra across the garden below the balcony he stood on. She was all grown now. Catra, always such an angry child, had found some measure of peace. One of his brothers sat next to a fountain with the young ice princess while the net one and her tornado partner told some dramatic story. Scorpia sat in the middle of an apparent explosion of wildflowers talking to the blonde peace-monger.

He really ought to learn their names.

Entrapta had taken the young archer to work on some sort of communications array from a salvaged ship. He had wanted to go with her but, some part of him didn’t want to step foot on one of Prime’s ship’s again. He just couldn’t. She hadn’t questioned it, she just, accepted. Then she left him here, surrounded by children.

His gaze came back to Scorpia. There were some things he needed to do anyway. “Force Captain Scorpia, could I have a word?” 

His voice still rang strong and true and his force captain still jumped to attention. Even Adora and Catra, straightened and he wasn’t even talking to them.

“Yes sir! Of course, sir!” Scorpia was nearly ready to jog to his side when the blond with all the plants put a hand on her arm and glared at him.

“You don’t have to listen to him anymore, Scorpia.” While she may despise him, the woman seemed to have a great deal of tenderness for his Force Captain.

“It’s all right Perfuma! I’ll be right back!” Scorpia shrugged the woman off and left the garden, coming up the nearby stairs and standing at attention behind him.

He sighed. “She is right you know. You don’t have to listen to me anymore.”

“But you’re Lord Hordak, sir.” She frowned.

In all the years since her parents had died, he had never given much thought to the displaced princess. Shadow Weaver had done her very best to make sure no one treated Scorpia any differently than any other soldier. Hordak simply hadn’t cared. Now though, now he saw something of her grandfather in her. A proud and kind king, Hordak thought him weak once, but the fright zone had been in bad shape before Hordak got there. Hordak’s technology and conquest had given a failing king a chance to raise his people up, at the cost of a crown.

“Yes, but you are a Princess.” He stepped closer to her than he could remember ever having been, just at the outside edge of his own arms reach, and he plucked the force captain badge from her lapel. “I would like to discuss starting the process of restoring you to your throne, your majesty.”

He didn’t know her eyes got that round. “Sir?” Or that her voice got that high pitched.

“Is there a problem princess, Scorpia?” He regretted getting this close, she looked like she wanted to hug him. He did not want her to hug him.

Her eyes welled up and suddenly her face fell and then she was balling. Not little, subtle sobs but huge loud wracking sobs. 

He stepped back in alarm.

The other princesses were suddenly charging up the stairs Adora jumped the balcony in a golden glowing bout of She-Ra prowess.

“What did you do to her!” The blonde one, perfume something yelled as plants grew from solid marble around her threateningly.

Hordak frowned at her.

Adora as She-Ra held up her sword and her face was masked in some sort of disappointment. “What have you done?”

Catra laughed. “Wow Hordak, only took you two days to start making princesses cry? I think you beat my record.”

The others were nearly upon him when Scorpia spoke. “You guys don’t! Stop, Hordak is just, he’s a really great guy, but I can’t do it!”

Catra looked like she swallowed something vile. “Hordak, is a great guy?”

“Can’t do what?” She-Ra asked more gently.

Scorpia shook her head and wiped her nose on a claw. “He wants to put me back on the throne!” And then she was sobbing again.

The princesses all turned and stared at him like he would have answers.

He did not like it, but their opinions weren’t really his concern. “Why not?”

Scorpia blinked at him through sobs. “I caaaaaannnnnttt.” She whined with a little hiccup at the end.

He rolled his eyes, this was ridiculous. “By all the stars would you pull yourself together Force Captain!”

Like magic she stopped blubbering and picked herself off the ground, standing roughly at attention but sniveling a bit. “Sorry sir.”

“You will give me a reason why you cannot take over control of your own damned kingdom and you will stop blubbering this instant!” He snapped.

The flowery one looked like she was going to attack him but the others all seemed to notice that it was working. Scorpia composed herself. “Sir! I can’t lead.”

He scoffed. “You are a Force Captain! You have been trained your whole life to lead, try again!”

She blinked at him. “I don’t know how to be a princess.”

He pinched the space between his eyes. “And Adora does? At least you spent your youth at your grandfather’s court, Adora had military issue diapers.”

“Hey!” Adora grew about two feet shorter as she released the She-Ra power.

“Adora is different, she’s She-Ra.” Scorpia said quietly.

“I see no marked improvement in her personality, simply because she has a magic sword.” Hordak said with mild irritation. He had a headache now, when was Entrapta coming back?

The flowery one was staring at him confused but turned her attention to Scorpia. “It’s okay Scorpia, we can help you.”

Scorpia blinked at the princesses. “But the fright zone won’t follow me. I’m not their leader.”

Hordak sighed deeply. “You underestimate how well liked you are among the troops. They have been through a great deal. They will need compassionate leadership. You are well suited to such a task.”

“What about your empire Hordak?” Catra laughed.

In another time he would have glared, he would have punished her in some way, but he just didn’t care anymore. “I have no need for an empire now.”

Catra sauntering past him to drop an arm around Adora. “So, you’re just going to dump the Fright Zone on Scorpia?”

He ignored her. “If you do not want it, I will not abandon it to chaos, but the Fright Zone is yours if you want it.”

Scorpia stood tall and strong and brushed the last tears from her eyes. “I’ll do it, I want it. I want to be a real princess again.”

He nodded and turned to leave the balcony.

Scorpia came towards him from the side, arms spread. “Come on! This calls for a hug.”

His arm raised and his wrist cannon hummed to life. “Scorpia, I will kill you and every princess on this balcony before I let you hug me.”

Everyone stared in an awkward standoff for a solid minute.

“Hordak!” Entrapta’s cheerful voice broke the silence as she wandered onto the balcony, directly into his waist, where she hugged him tightly.

He dropped his arm in defeat, faint buzz of the arm cannon quieting as it powered down. “Hello Entrapta.”

Scorpia glanced down at Entrapta then back up at Hordak. “Princess hug?” She inched closer.

Hordak sighed and turned his gaze towards the sky, he just felt so old.

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Omg. . . .he so big!

That is a Majestical Beast 

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Answers

This is Entrapta X Hordak fanfic and it’s wholesome

A continuation of “Questions”

 Adora wasn’t snooping, honestly, she wasn’t! She had wanted to check on Entrapta, that was absolutely all it was, not snooping.

 It wasn’t hard to find Entrapta. Emily was pacing back and forth outside the door to the room they’d given to Hordak. She stood there thinking about it for long enough to draw confused looks from a passing patrol guard, on their second pass.

Hordak was, well Hordak. Ruler of the Etherian Horde. He had been her superior, her commander for her entire childhood. But She-Ra had been in his head, She-Ra had reached in and pulled out the infectious monster that was Horde Prime and while she was in there she’d seen so much more.

He had been a confused, scared, lonely creature, separated from everything he knew. Just like she was when he found her. They were both helpless children. They were the same. Two lost souls, alone in a world that wasn’t theirs.

He had just wanted to feel safe again. He had been trying for so long to be someone Prime would be proud of, so he could feel safe. It’s what he had tried to give all of his soldiers. A home where they were accepted through regiment and order and rules.

But in his Horde he had never rejected the broken ones.

He had still been a bad guy, because Horde Prime was a bad guy and he was trying so hard to be just like Prime.

But for a bad guy he hadn’t been truly terrible, to his side anyway.

The Fright Zone wasn’t all bad. She had played. She had friends. She had, a mother, sort of. Hordak had made a place were all the broken imperfect creatures had felt at safe, so long as they followed the rules. From his perspective even the ration bars were a big step up from clone nutrient fluid. rations came in 2 flavors. 

He was still a bad guy, still killing the planet, people still died fighting in the battels for all those years.

But he had suffered too. She knew he had suffered. She had seen the things they did to recondition him when she was in his head. No one deserved that.

Maybe call it time served? He could do something else. Community service to fix his wrongs, maybe?

It didn’t matter, she was here to check on Entrapta, just Entrapta, right?

She pushed the door open quietly and stepped in.

Emily pushed past her once the door was opened and clinked her way over to the edge of the bed in a huff, plopping down loudly.

Entrapta was curled into a little ball laying on Hordak’s chest. It looked like they were sleeping. He wasn’t even fully on the bed, his feet were hanging off the end, still in boots. She was pretty sure he couldn’t have gotten up if he wanted to, Entrapta’s hair had him half cocooned.

Adora bit her lip. If only Bow could see this!

“Was there something you needed, Adora?” His voice was still smooth and dignified and she almost instinctually stood at attention when he spoke. His eyes had opened to a narrow slit of green.

“I uh, was just, uh, I was coming to check on Entrapta.” Adora said awkwardly.

He blinked and seemed to consider her words. “She fell asleep, again.” His brow furrowed and his gaze shifted down. “I can’t remember if it is normal for humans to need this much sleep.”

Adora could barely breath. He looked so worried. It was so cute. “After a hard day, yeah, it’s totally normal.”

He nodded and the lines on his forehead smoothed away. “Ah, then she is otherwise in acceptable health.”

Adora stared at him for a moment longer than was polite, but like, when would she ever get the chance again. “Do, do you need anything Hordak?”

His face was impassive.

“I mean, you had a hard day too. Are you okay?” Adora pressed nervously. She had only come to check on Entrapta.

His gaze flickered down to Entrapta again. “When the time comes, take her to the remains of one of the ships, or to some other piece of tech. Something she will find interesting. She will need a distraction.”

Adora had no idea what he was talking about. “What?”

“I do not have all my memories back, but they are returning, enough to know that will likely be disposed of.” He frowned. “Do not leave her alone. She will need someone to listen to her. Don’t let her hide away with her creations.” He looked so sad about it. He was talking about getting executed and he was more worried about Entrapta.

“Hordak, that’s not going to happen.” Adora said a little too loud. “Yeah, you have some things to make up for, but we aren’t going to kill you.”

He blinked at her, not comprehending.

“You’re going to live and your going to fix things. Entrapta, doesn’t need somebody, she needs you. I was in your head Hordak, I saw all of it, I know what she means to you.” Adora needed to lower her voice before she woke Entrapta.

“What is it called?” He said quietly, but urgently.

“What?” She was lost again.

He looked away. “What does she mean to me, Adora?

“Oh!” She almost laughed but the look on his face stopped her. “You really don’t know.”

He sighed. “I am unfamiliar with this, sensation. I have never felt this before, before her. It broke through Prime’s conditioning. It made me lie to Horde Prime. I tried to kill him, for her.”

She nodded smiling softly. “Yeah, love is like that.”

“Oh.” He stared at her, his ears dipped and his cheeks turned a little bit pink. Then his gaze shifted down to the still sleeping Entrapta and he stared at her with absolute wonder.

Adora quietly stepped out of the room with one last glance at Hordak’s bewilderment, cause really, it was probably the only time she’d ever see it. She had checked on Entrapta.

Entrapta was in good hands.

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Hordak! I love his stupid brainwashed face!

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Questions

This is Entrapa X Hordak and it’s wholesome

              It felt strange. His prison was a room, a rather nice room with many cushions and crystals. Why did it have a waterfall? The bed was massive and covered in more blankets than he could possibly need in the overly warm palace. He was the villain. He had done so much in the name of restoring himself to Horde Prime’s grace. So much that was meaningless now, but had cause so much pain to the people of Etheria. What would they do to him now? What would they do to his brothers?

More importantly, why was Entrapta sleeping on his bed? Was she a prisoner too?

Her hair was sprawled over the entirety of the bed in random coils, the ends twitched slightly as she slept. The odd strand crawling about, searching.

His hand itched to touch it. Vaguely he remembered when Prime had grabbed a fistful of her hair. It was his own hand that had cause her pain, though it was Prime’s will. He pulled his hand behind him and moved to stand by the window, to look out upon the shining world She-Ra had restored.

How had thoughts of her pervaded his senses so completely that even Horde Prime could not erase her. He could not remember everything. There were pieces of his past missing. She-ra was a vague memory, a child he hadn’t left to die a long time ago. He had built an empire, but he couldn’t remember how long it had taken. A shadow had served him, for a very long time. He had been building something for Prime. So many of those memories felt like a dream. Yet every memory of Entrapta was vivid. She was the only thing that felt real to him.

His gaze was drawn back to her sleeping in a messy sprawl across the bed. She snored, just a little bit, a tiny sound like the rest of her. Everything about her was tiny, but for her mind and her hair.

He wanted, something. His hand itched again and there was an ache in his chest. He lacked a name for it, this longing that drew him towards her. He was standing beside the bed before he’d realized he moved.

Her hair had expanded, creeping about the floor like a rapidly growing vine, tapping around, seeking something. A tendril tapped his boot. It inched its way up his ankle then pulled itself around, looping over his calf as he watched in fascination.

The rest of her hair seemed to realize that this strand had found something and those creeping tendrils converged on him. He watched as slowly he was captured, from floor to knee by wrapping purple vines of hair.

As a tendril began to inch up his thigh, he began to feel anxious. It was halfway up his thigh and he felt compelled to intervene. He reached out and moved the strand away only to find the tendril wrapping itself around his hand and lower arm. He tried to use his other hand to free the first and ended up with both hands trapped.

His struggled to pull his hands free resulted in him loosing his balance and he was unable to catch himself as his hands and feet were entangled. He tumbled forward and landed on the foot of the bed.

Entrapta made a sound.

Hordak went still, not wanting to wake her. He found himself increasingly entangled as every strand of hair he came close to wrapped itself around him. As a strand coiled around his neck and part of his face he sighed. This was not going well.

“Hordak?” Entrapta murmured blinking at him sleepily.

He blinked back as a stray tendril crawled up his face.

“Oh! Hordak, I’m sorry!” Abruptly her hair retreated from his person and he found himself collapsed on the bed at her feet. “Sometimes my hair sort of, does what it wants when I’m sleeping. It’s usually not a problem.” She her cheeks had turned red and she was looking away. She was embarrassed?

“Your hair wishes to kill me?” He said quietly. That made sense. He had hurt her.

She blinked at him in surprise. “Kill you? No! I, it likes you.” She hesitated and looked lost for a moment, fingers gripping her own hair too tight.

“Something is wrong.” He said, eyes reading her frown and the timid way she seemed to curl into herself.”

“No, yes, not exactly.” She shook her head, pulling tighter on her hair. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at people.”

He watched her pulling at her own hair. She shouldn’t be doing that. She was going to hurt herself. He reached out and stilled her fingers, untangling them from her hair which twitched and twirled once freed.

Her fingers clung to his, holding him there and then her eyes got very wide and she stared at their hands.

He blinked at their hands. He fingers so small and soft and fragile. She wasn’t wearing her gloves. He’d never touched her actual hand before. He tried to gently pull his hand away but her fingers held firm.

“People are hard for me to relate to, but you understand me. You listen to me.” She tightened her fingers. “I’m afraid we will end up apart again, I’m afraid to let go.” She frowned. “That’s silly though. I mean I can’t possibly just hold on to you forever.”

He let his fingers close over hers. “I do not wish to leave.”

“That’s good. I think I’d like to just hold onto you, to be sure,” She said quietly, but her hair was crawling towards him again. “If that’s okay. What do you want?”

Hordak watched her face. “I have no words for what it is I want, but if you wish to hold onto me, I find that permissible.”

Entrapta tilted her head, looking up at him with a nervous smile and endless hope. “It is?” That look, her eyes looking at him with hope and that same want he had.

He nodded. No sooner he had lowered his chin in affirmation then he found her pressed to his chest. Her arms wrapped around him, her hair tangling its way around any stray bit of him it could find. He blinked in wonder at this sensation. He had no name for it, but he had only ever come close in her presence. His own arms came up and he wrapped them around her, settling his face against the top of her hair. “What is this?”

“It’s a hug, Hordak.” She said sounding suddenly cheerful, her sadness washed away.

“I am aware of what a hug is.” He said quietly. “What is this feeling I have for you?”

She hugged him tighter. “Oh, I’m not so good at those. Is it a good one?”

He breathed in the smell of her hair and soaked in the warmth of her and felt that nameless emotion enveloping him as completely as her hair. “Yes.”

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What does it take to teach a bee to use tools? A little time, a good teacher and an enticing incentive. Read more here: http://to.pbs.org/2mpRUAz

Credit: O.J. Loukola et al., Science (2017)