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Super excited to be participating in @spopbigbang again this year 💛 my fic "The War is Over" is about Adora dealing with her trauma after the war and is being illustrated by the awesome @dreadraws28 ! I can't wait for everyone to see what we've been cooking up

"No longer than three days. We'll keep the lines of communication open." The Thaymor representative is a short saytr woman. She looks nothing like Shadow Weaver, and there is an air of benevolence about her. But there is something there in the quality of her voice and before she knows it Adora is a child again. Her heart races like she's standing between Shadow Weaver and Catra but she's helpless to do anything to stop it.

She pushes the feelings down, reminding herself she's here in the war room in the palace. The war is over, the war is over. She is safe. So why doesn't she feel like she is? She wants to run away, wants to escape but there isn't anything to escape from.

"Thank you," Glimmer replies graciously. "We'll send out a team to make the transport as soon as it's ready."

"You're welcome." The Thaymor representative isn't Shadow Weaver. She isn't Shadow Weaver. Adora reminds herself over and over but it doesn't click when she's just heard her repeat Shadow Weaver's last words. The world around her seems to be melting away though she can still see it. The pounding of her heart echoes in her ears and the voices of her friends around her dissolve into nonsense.

Without really meaning to, Adora stands up from the table with enough force that her chair clatters to the floor.

"Adora? Is something wrong?" It's Bow's concerned voice that cuts through the chatter enough for Adora to ground herself. Hearing his familiar voice helps Adora hold it together enough to cobble together a response.

"N-no! I just…remembered something I have to do!" Adora has never been a good liar and now is no exception. Her voice is several octaves higher than normal. A few of the princesses exchange looks amongst themselves. "I um…have to go. Right now? Sorry!"

Even as she speaks the pressure in her chest is building. Side stepping her fallen chair she makes a beeline for the door. Being in the corridor doesn't feel as much better as she expects. Every step she takes away from that room and that voice is supposed to make her feel better, isn't it?

Instead, each of her muscles is tensed, poised for battle. It doesn't seem like she can possibly reach her bedroom fast enough, the walls threatening to close in on her at any moment. This level of rising panic plays tricks on her mind and for all she knows she could be here or in the Fright Zone. It takes her actually looking over her shoulder as she runs to remind herself fully the world isn't coming apart behind her, swallowing everything and everyone she cares about like it did back in the portal.

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preview for @spopbigbang 2025! This is an illustration for ch 2 of "glitter, spice, everyone fight" by @n7punk ! I'm so excited to be able to post the full thing and for y'all to be able to read the fic because all three chapters are just absolutely chef's kiss

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Happy Valentine's day! ♡

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She-ra says trans rights are human rights!

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Happy birthday Adora!

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Happy birthday Catra!!! 💛

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Happy belated birthday Bow 💛

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happy birthday beau! 💛

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