#shadowprimer

[usumaky]

[lunariumarcs]

Shadowprime

y’all’ve forsaken me. i had this sitting around last week but wasn’t sure what to do with it to make it interesting/to finish or whatever but i figured it out today

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As the war for Etheria waged on, Shadow Weaver contemplated her place in the universe. She lifted her eyes away from her book to peer into the throne room from her position in Horde Prime’s lap. Dozens of clones stood at attention, dazed as Prime sent waves across the hive mind, relaxed in his state of recharge. He had an arm curled around his maiden’s waist and occasionally, his fingers massaged the junction between her thigh and her pelvis. She turned the page without reading any of the words. Nothing came easily to her focus when she was in such close proximity with him. Beneath his skin, even without her ear against his chest, she heard his innate thrumming of darkness. By now she’d had glimpses what he tasted of, in more ways than one, and she wanted a sip of his wine, to taste the hellion within his veins.

“Your mind is heavy, dearest.” Horde Prime murmured. He felt the magnitude of her brain activity change and it disturbed his senses as it continued to increase. He opened his eyes to appraise her, “What are you thinking about.”

“You, if you must know.” She could not lie to him.

He hummed, pleased, “I’m flattered.” The very sound of his voice reverberated through her body and she could taste the power under his breath. It made her dizzy.

“Its such a blessing to have you here.” He said, “You shined a light on a few of my innermost flaws and allowed me to grow further into purity.”

“It was not my intention.” He furrowed her brows, confused. She had a seamless ability to stain herself into the hearts of others and it was difficult to see how she had changed him for the better.

“I know. But sometimes the greatest gifts are not born from our intentions. In fact, you, my lady of darkness, are the greatest gift I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. Which is why I feel the great need to give something back in return.” He snapped his fingers and a clone stepped up to the throne. He bowed deep and stood at attention, arms crossed behind his back. Shadow Weaver put her book down and waited.

“I wasn’t sure what exactly to procure until last night, when I remembered how you Etherians are with your petty concept of tradition. Then it suddenly occurred to me.”

“What did you decide to get for me?” She asked, cautiously. She had yet to fully understand the bounds of Horde Prime’s lunacy and thus could not yet judge if he had obliterated a solar system to carve her face into the side of a sun.

“Nothing that should cause such an alarm. I wanted to do something special to, as one might put it, celebrate our relationship.”

Shadow Weaver raised her brows. Horde Prime rarely had softness stored between the joints of his white armor. She only saw it flourish in the later hours of the night, with his hands on her body, under the sheets of their bed. With those exceptions, he hardly seemed to care about anything outside of his independent circle of needs.  “I didn’t think you cared.” She shrugged.

He took her chin with his fingers. The metal of his decorative gauntlet chilled her skin as all of his eyes focused on hers, “Perhaps you may not want me to care, because in doing so, it puts you in a position to be emotionally responsible. But rest assured, my darling, I have always cared.”

“Show me, then.” She requested.

He smiled down at the waiting clone and he dropped to one knee. From his robes, he pulled out a small, white, velvet box.

Shadow Weaver looked at her intergalactic lover, “You didn’t.”

He grinned, “My lovely lady of darkness, would you pledge everything to me in the name of our love?”

“Of course, you know I would.”

“Of course, I know.” He took her hands, “I only ask because I wish to heal you. There are things within you, evil and dark, that served to help me to better understand myself. My desire is to share that enlightenment with you so that you can live, whole and free of the suffering you’ve condoned to yourself.”

“What does that mean?” She wondered what magic this man possessed to have the power to bring her solace from the Obtainment spell.

“You will have the world with me, if it is what you desire.” He clicked his fingers again, “Brother, show her the betrothal offering.”

The clone opened the clam shell box and Shadow Weaver stiffened. A chipping device gleamed at her from its velvet confines. The clone gazed hopefully at her as Horde Prime spoke in her ear.

“Dearest maiden, will you let me have you?”

[prince-toffee]

Where’s my Shadow Weaver x Horde Prime content? I demand to receive it.

[valentimmy]

me drawing shadowprime:

my last braincell: 🤬👿🤬 you did it 😡👹😈 do it again

[cruciferousjex]

Oh great and powerful cru, please list all of your rarepairs, crackships and/or brain storming ships.

well we all know about DoublePrime, I think I mentioned Bonnie (Bow / Lonnie)...how about AngellaDak? AU where Hordak decides to marry into power. It can either end after one horrible date or inexplicably work out! Choose your own adventure!

ShadowDak, DoubleDak....really all the Daks. My dirty secret is I can ship Hordak with pretty much anyone.

AngellaPrime. She's his jailer in post-Horde Etheria, Bright Moon luxury prison. Prime becomes enamoured by her beauty and goes full Romantic-era / slight Stockholm Syndrome lovelorn poet on her. She never gives in but boy does she think about it. Or she does give in because Micah's Into It. May or may not involve Micah, can evolve onto MicGellaPrime.

ShadowGella / LightGella. College roommate shit.

ShadowPrime purely because they would constantly try to out-dramatic-monologue each other and I want to listen. Their child is literally Megamind.

DoubleMista. I want DT and Mermista to be FRAAANDS. Mostly just friendship but no reason it can't be more.

DoubleTrapta. They're weird and she's curious. Can evolve into DoubleTrapDak. (I've seen CatTrapDak done well too. MermTrapDak while we're on this. Actually it's hard to go wrong with ____TrapDak.)

That's all I can think of at the moment. I'm sure there'll be more.

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[lunariumarcs]

Fragments

|Written for the Shadow Prime AU|

- Tatters (1/n)

Shadow Weaver frowned as Prime lifted the tattered hem of her dress. She shivered as the cold, stale air rushed to meet her legs.

“How did you let yourself leave your quarters in such a state?” he tisked.

“We’re in the middle of a war - new textiles are a rarity, if not a luxury.” She shrugged defensively.

“Hm.” He dropped the torn fabric and wordlessly accepted a measuring tape from a clone, “Leave us for now brothers.”

They bowed on their exit and the door hissed after them.

“Take that off - I wont stand to look at you any longer in such a state.”

Shadow Weaver hesitated. She had built herself in these clothes - slept in them, sometimes. Her magic was buried in the thinning cotton threads and she feared the cloth’s absence would weaken her.

“I won’t have you incinerate them, darling. I just want to take some measurements.”

Shadow Weaver glanced at the gaping window overlooking Etheria.

Prime chortled, “Nobody can see you from down there. You’re here for my eyes only.”

“Fine. If you’re so insistent.” She unhooked the fastenings in the back and the dress pooled at her feet. She swallowed as her skin prickled, the undergarments doing little to keep her warm.

“Shoes as well, please.”

She stooped to unzip the worn leather boots and calmly stepped out of her circle of discarded clothes. The room around them darkened to shield her from his sight.

“My dear, I’ve never known you to be so shy.”

“You’ve never been so clinical with your inspections.”

“I’ll have someone take the measurements instead.” He put the tape in his pocket and pulled her close. He breathed softly in her ear as his hands roamed her back side, “I’d have to kill them, of course.” The thick band of her bra snapped open as he cut through the frayed, elastic material with a metallic claw, scraping a line up her back as he went. Shadow Weaver’s eyes fluttered closed and she hummed deeply.

“I hope you plan on replacing that as well.” She purred.

“As long as you let me take the measurements.”

She scoffed and pushed herself away from the warmth of his body, “On with it, then.”

“With pleasure.”

He pulled the measure from its casing as he kneeled beside her and slipped the metal stub under her heel.

“Hold that there.” He instructed.

When he stood, he dragged his tongue up the back of her leg. Shadow Weaver shivered. He took note of the ledging that matched up with the top of her head and the tip of her shoulder.

“You’re so small, my love.” He said, amused. She lifted her heel and the tape rushed to snap back into its plastic case. The metal end nicked Prime’s hand on its way and she smirked when he winced.

He growled and ensnared her waist with the tape, chocking it around her. It dug into her skin and she struggled to shove a finger under it to relieve the tension.

“Next time I tell you to do something, you pay attention to what you’re doing.” He sneered.

“You should know I bite back when you tease.” she glared.

He scoffed and released her. The tape slithered back, guided by his hand so as not to lash at her. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of her spine, “Apologies. Arms out.”

Shadow Weaver stuck her arms out to the sides.

Prime slipped the metal nub into her fingers, “Hold that. And make sure to do it properly this time.”

She accepted the request and said nothing. She focused on the way the measuring tape felt cold against her skin, colder than her insides and colder than the air on the ship. Prime’s breath came in small, warm clouds, contrasting with her goose flesh. The tape measure slinked and slithered as Prime pulled and released it to gauge the different lengths of her body. She quirked her brown when he wrapped it around her fingers. She held her breath when he wrapped it around her neck. What little life she had in her veins pulsed slowly against the wire meter. When she swallowed, her throat pushed hard against the flexible tape. It did not burst for her.

“Nervous?” He chuckled. The tape stayed secure between his fingers.

“How long does it take you to note a simple measurement?” She crossed her arms and shifted her weight. The edge of the tape cut into the delicate flesh.

“Not long. But I like to take my time admiring my views.”

“Consider your view admired. I want to put my robes back on.”

He sighed in mock disappointment, “Very well.” He loosened his hold and the tape sheathed itself. Shadow Weaver made a noise in the back of her throat as the edge sliced against its prior mark. Prime leaned in, eager to taste the sludge that dripped down her neck. She slapped a hand over the mess before he could clean it for her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on her shoulder.

“Why do you deny me, love?” He asked. He sounded like a dejected puppy.

“I never was one to reinforce bad behaviour. Get off of me.”

“Augh, fine.” He unlatched himself abruptly, “Hopefully you’ll be less dour come dinner.” He stalked out of the room and the door closed after him.

Shadow Weaver drew a breath, using the last dregs of his retreating aura to heal the cut in her neck. The shadows drew close around her, spanning across the large window and blocking out the light as she redressed in privacy.

[cruciferousjex]

shadowprime, coming soon to an Ao3 near you (courtesy me)

spop crack ships

I have only scraped the surface of this fandom. What are some of the wildest she-ra crack ships out there? i want to be surprised y’all

[valentimmy]

hello i have adopted shadowprime as my main crackship and i’m currently doodling them 

i have no braincells

[lunariumarcs]

ShadowPrime

Devour. CW for mild violence.

She sat in his chair between his legs and leaned back into his chest. They gazed out over Etheria. All the way out in space, without any means for sound to travel, she felt the planet shudder, heard it scream. Its pain resonated with her - it was dying. She more than knew what the tremors felt like. It squeezed desperately against her heart, lit a burning in her lungs. Like an old, unwanted lover, she had grown used to the feeling. Death became the spite in her bones. It was the scent that dripped from Prime’s fingers.

To distract herself, she traced patterns upon his knee and up along the inside of his thigh. He hummed low in his chest and the sound rumbled through her back. She shivered and leaned harder against him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her impossibly close. His chin rested against her shoulder as he bent to curl himself around her. He was warm in ways she was estranged from. It was so pleasant, she almost misinterpreted the caged feeling for safety.

“All you have to do is ask.” He reminded her, “And I will burn this planet just to watch the embers dance in your winds and play with your hair. I want to see the smoke curl with the smile at your lips.” He dragged the back of his finger across the bones in her cheeks, under the rotting skin around her eyes, “I want to see the fire dance in those beastly eyes.” The cold metal of his gauntlet ran a path to her mouth, “Just a single word from your lips, that’s all I need.”

All of Etheria begged her to end the suffering. The clones around her stared on in anticipation and she felt the weight of a thousand judging eyes.

“No.” Her tone thundered against the endless ceiling.

“No?” He threatened.

“No.”

“After everything I’ve given you? My love, access to the hive mind, countless nights in my bed and yet you’ll not let me have this - relief from a tireless mission?”

“If you really loved me, you would respect my decision.”

He made a sound of anger and hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to press her entirety into his chest and devour her. She felt her frail ribs splinter into her lungs. Something primal ignited in her belly and she snarled as she dug her claws into his shoulder. Green blood splattered across her clothes. He bit down into the soft junction above her clavicle and tore a chunk of her flesh. Black sludge spilled down her chest and the stale air in the ship stung the wound.

She reached for her magic and with it, found the chords of Etheria’s dying breaths. The despair of a million suffering Etherians rushed through her. Tears pricked at her eyes as every frown and grievance clawed at her blood like poison. It tasted like ozone and rain and dust.

“I never loved you.” He spat next to her ear. An overwhelming wave of darkness coated his words. She remembered now, why exactly she latched herself onto his arm.

“I bet a creature like you couldn’t even begin the fathom the meaning and the acute weight of the word.” She struggled against his hold.

“As if you yourself are an expert. You could barely care for two children!”

“I did what I had to.” 

She tore the shadows from their resting places and consumed the room in a darkness so thick it sat heavy in the back of their throats. The cuts in Prime’s shoulders oozed a glow that painted his scowl in a sickly light. She gripped his arms again and flipped him over her head. His hold on her slipped and he landed with a dull thud against the window. She held onto the throne to steady herself. The shadows threatened to consume her. 

“Affection.” She wheezed, flinching against the pains in her chest, “That much you seem to understand. You need to know love before you can know hatred, before you can know pain or suffering. I feel all of them - every cry for help, every sob in the night - all twelve million people. You have never known love, true love, Prime.”

Prime stood. Against the light from the window, he was a hulking, monstrous silhouette. His eyes glowed in her shadows, slanted in anger.

She coughed into her hand and it came away coated in dark fluids. She reached with her magic and apprehended him so he couldn’t move. She tried to search for his core, for the writhing pit of evil that powered every twitch in his body. It moved, suddenly, to stand right behind her.

Several pairs of arms took hold of her and she yelped in surprised.

“I am an endless constant in a sea of changing variables.” He chuckled from the mouth of a clone. Several sharp objects pressed against different areas of her skin.

“Say the word, or I will dismantle you.”

She considered giving up.

“Say the word.” He chanted slowly, “End the world.”

The darkness entrapped her as hundreds of voices chanted around her. They echoed against in her skull, too loud for her to think. So she didn’t. She let the demons consume the last dregs of her. She erupted like a geyser.  Memories from lives she had never lived flashed through her mind - the sacrifice of a mother, the death of a child, the smouldering stubs of houses. a chasm ruptured down her sternum and a very potent type of sadness rushed to fill the emptiness. She saw nothing and felt everything. She rummaged through the room and latched onto Prime’s blackened soul, taking it for herself.

When Etheria stopped calling for mercy, when she had guzzled the last of him, she felt herself deflate. Wisps of smoke curled around her as she fell against the throne. She forced air through her mouth and down her windpipe. There was a sting in her throat and warmth behind her eyes. Aware of the wide, wondering eyes trained on her trembling shoulders, she pressed a hand to her mouth to snuff out her sobs.

[part 1] [part 2] <- old parts but the story is told alarmingly out of order.

[valentimmy]

me, with nothing else to do: shadowprime is either them loving each pther or them HATING each other its peak enemies to lovers 

my friend, with her big brain: lol what if they fought each other like two karens at a store while employee catra and manager hordak watched in fear

me:

me:

[spacebatisluvd]

I am ready for the Shadowprime! They deserve each other.

I’m also throwing Double Trouble/Wrong Hordak out there. (Don’t judge me.)

spop crack ships

I have only scraped the surface of this fandom. What are some of the wildest she-ra crack ships out there? i want to be surprised y’all

[lunariumarcs]

Y’all wanna know something cursed?

the original shadowprime story has 69 notes

[lunariumarcs]

I'm reading your Shadowprime story on the dash right now and I just wanted to say "my lady of darkness" is a FANTASTIC thing for Prime to call her, it's lovely & I can totally hear it in his voice

I’m very proud of myself for it so thank you for noticing! Glad you liked it :)