#spacebat positivity

[cirusthecitrus]

It's alright, my grief And doesn't matter how long it'll take We will see our nest again One day [Mujuice - Журавли] --------------------------------------------- Entrapdak Positivity Month Day 24: Jail

I've been meaning to recreate this album cover for a while now! It was a fun practice^^ Though I wish I could add more Hordak and spop related references, but I couldn't think of anything else :/

Album: "Amore e morte" by Mujuice

[flippingfrogg]

Entrapdak Positivity Month 2/4/23

Prompt: Mistake

[maireadralph]

Entrapdak Positivity Month - Dress

“Cause he’s cooler than the red dress”

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Club Galactic

She-Ra fanfic  Entrapdak Hordak, Entrapta, Wrong Hordak (mentioned)  Old work for 2020 Entrapdak Month Posted randomly because I feel like posting fanfiction.  Can be found on Ao3 in the collection Every Overlord Needs a Mad Scientist.  It is Chapter 4 / Story 4.   Summary: Entrapta convinces Hordak to go out dancing at a club that welcomes all comers, but caters especially to spacebats.  

Club Galactic Hordak was trying to figure out the sequence of events that had brought him to this place.  His ears were straight against his skull, an expression of displeasure.  No amount of flattening could deafen the blaring music.  The lights at the edges of his vision bothered him.  A tendril of purple hair wrapped itself around one wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”   “And make a fool of myself?”   “Just one dance, please?”  Entrapta begged.  “To tell the truth, I’m not much for it all either, but participation is vital to the social experiment!”   “Very well.” “It’ll also be an excellent opportunity to see how your new armor holds up!”   Hordak had been essentially forbidden from wearing battle-armor that enhanced his strength to particularly inhuman levels after the end of the war, but Entrapta had been crafting for him a series of form-fitting armors that served as mobility-aids.  They went well with – and appeared to be to the untrained eye to be - ordinary clothing, if a bit on the designer-side.  The power crystals were embedded into joints that deft feline-claws could not get into and so the large crystal etched with the word “LUVD” hung around the former warlord’s neck on a golden chain.   Hordak’s slinky dress was long enough to almost brush the floor.  Entrapta, for her part, was dressed in a smart little tuxedo with a tiny top-hat perched upon the top of one ponytail.  They both looked the part for this club.  The aesthetic of the place was something that Etherians had labeled “Gothic” and the garb people wore here was quite expressive.   Most of the crowd was made up of spacebats. “One dance,” Hordak grumbled.  “Then your promise to Kadroh will be fulfilled and we can leave.”   Entrapta giggled.  “A dance, some drinks and some tiny food!”   “Alright, then.”  Hordak looked around.  He almost ran into a deer-man with a large rack of antlers that had been painted black.  The deer was shuffling with a spacebat-partner.  Now that he took the time to notice, Hordak saw that Entrapta was the only human here. Every other club-goer was one of his kind or a member of Etheria’s beast-folk.   Entrapta started to dance, but seemed like she was unsure how.  She looked out at others in the crowd and began to imitate them – awkwardly. Hordak followed suit, timing a shuffling of his elbows and his feet to the beats he heard in the music.   “This place… is popular…” he stated.  “It seems that Kadroh is doing well for himself.” The clone formerly known as “Wrong Hordak” had been trying many things in terms of finding his identity and things to do after the war.  He was very much unlike Hordak in that he was a rather gregarious sort.  As an extension of this and of the cooking hobby he’d discovered, he’d started a nightclub.  He’d found an old industrial-building that was still standing in a town that had been bombed out during the war and had turned it into a party-hub for Horde-clones and Etherians alike.  The club catered especially to the spacebats because others struggled to understand their preferences.  For instance, this was one of the few establishments where they could get a soured-milk drink, discovered recently by accident and refined through culinary-experimentation.  It had proven to be a bit of an intoxicant for them.  It did nothing for Etherians.  It was also a place where they could get some fairly strong whisky – something that Hordak often had for breakfast.  His kind metabolized alcohol slightly differently than humans did. For him, it was like Entrapta and her coffee.   His own single encounter with coffee was something he did not want to think about.   “You’re moving great!” Entrapta encouraged. “How does it feel?”   Hordak moved with the music and he actually was starting to enjoy himself.  His joints felt fluid.  For emphasis, he spun and dipped.   “Ooh!” Entrapta squealed, clapping her hair-tails, “I’ve never seen you bend down so far!”   She paused and took a pair of champagne-flutes off the tray of a passing server.  She passed one to Hordak and they shuffled off into a corner to sip their drinks and watch the crowd.   “Alright, more than one dance,” Hordak said, grinning.  “Thanks to your armor, I found that quite invigorating.”   “Great!”   His ears flattened again at a discordant note played over the speaker system.  “Although I do find the music to be a bit too loud for my liking.”   “Music?” Entrapta asked, “What music?”   Hordak whipped around, eyes wide. “What?  Are you well, Entrapta?”   “Perfectly.  I just don’t hear any music!  I was just trying to keep up with the others with the dancing, but… it is not customary for people to dance without music.  How does Kadroh get people to do it?  Fascinating…”   “Of course there is music,” Hordak intoned. “You…you don’t hear it?”   “Nope!”   Hordak listened carefully.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the trills and screeches and upon what he could catch of Galactic Hordish lyrics.  It dawned on him.  Of course! “You shall have to work on inventing a hearing-aid-device for yourself to come to this club,” he told her with a smile. “It would seem that the music here is strictly in my language.  The frequencies are beyond your range.  That could explain why the only other Etherians here are certain kinds of beast-folk. Every species has its own limits in perception.” Entrapta quivered in joy, her eyes sparkling in the spinning club-lights.  “Amazing!” She grabbed Hordak by the waist with her hair again and dragged him back to the dance floor.  “We’ll have to stay here all night!  So much data to collect!  So much study to be done! I’m the ultimate unbiased outside-observer! Eeeee!”   More dances were shared, more observations done and more drinks were downed.  After that, another limit to Entrapta was discovered, that, unfortunately, of her ability to metabolize alcohol.   Hordak carried her to their skiff.  The next morning was spent with the two of them in one of the bathrooms of Dryl, Hordak holding back her beautiful purple hair as she unloaded the remains of everything she’d eaten the night before into a commode.  He rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings to her, having not changed out of his armor, experiencing a rare role-reversal in who took care of whom.   They didn’t have any plans to go to Club Galactic again.    

[automationsfascinations]

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[luna-tiel]

Huevember Day 21 - Scarlet - Hordak

I don’t think Hordak quite expected to be here, but I couldn’t fail to include him!

I poached the sketch for this from another project I have going on in the shadows, an essential expressions study, because I’ve been itching to color it. Huevember gave me the perfect excuse!

[tigerlily340]

Entrapdak Positivity Month Day - 15: (Pt. 1)

Spacebat Appreciation

[imperfectmazen]

Entrapdak Positivity Month 12: New hobby

Genome Brothers Daily

Moon cycle 13 post Great Disconnect

Popular new hobby* draws Brothers to Salineas

You may have heard about the newest craze which is as delightful as it is odd: propelling through the water for enjoyment; also known as swimming.

Brothers all over Etheria have been partaking in this peculiar sport. It can be performed in any body of water larger than the person’s own body, but many Brothers have discovered that the unpredictable ocean water is more exciting. Therefore, they travel to the previously unfriendly kingdom of Salineas where ocean water can be found.

We have previously covered the accident in this newspaper’s edition Moon cycle 10 post GD that occurred in Salineas when Queen Entrapta of Dryl had been visiting with her husband, Prince Consort Hordak of Dryl. During a viewing of the newly erected Sea Gate, a sudden tidal wave had dragged the Prince Consort into the wild waters. Queen Mermista of Salineas had magic to control the ocean, but did not attempt a rescue.

Spectators said that the Prince Consort had appeared panicked at first, likely due to past trauma, but emerged on his own, despite having no experience in being immersed in water post the Great Disconnect. He later commented that he found the experience surprisingly refreshing and that he would not hesitate to swim by his own free will* in the future.

These reassuring words from Prince Consort Hordak led other Brothers to experiment with large bodies of water with great success. The many visiting Brothers in Salineas communicate to us that the civilians of the kingdom have become more hospitable towards them and enjoy selling them equipment to improve the swimming experience.

Queen Mermista of Salineas has not commented on the new hobby that draws Brothers to her kingdom, but the Consort Pirate Sea Hawk informs us that she is consuming a fair amount of flavored frozen cream in celebration.

We therefore encourage every brave Brother to attempt this new pastime unless they have previous trauma connected to pools of water.

Clarification of definitions:

* Hobby: an activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure.

* Sport: an activity involving physical exertion and skill in which an individual or team competes against another or others for entertainment.

* Free will: the ability to act at one's own discretion.

[sobbing-space-trash]

Entrapdak Positivity Month, Day 11: Sleeping

After observing Imp’s sleeping habits for a few days, Entrapta discovered that hanging upside-down seemed to have a soothing effect on him. She just HAD to know if it would have the same effects on her spacebat. You know. For Science.

[thegreysman]

Entrapdak Positivity Month 2021 -  SpaceBat Appreciation

Hordak and Entrapta at the brother's graduation from their Etherians studies.

@maireadralph

[cirusthecitrus]

Entrapdak Positivity Month Day 22 : Dramatic

Plot twist: Hordak will actually find lemons tasty

[flippingfrogg]

Entrapdak Positivity Month 2/3/23

Prompt: Vacation

Beach Day and Cuddles!! though, Entrapta cant seem to stop herself from researching a new experiment to try

[maireadralph]

Entrapdak Positivity Month - Clumsy

The Crypto Castle laboratory was somehow more cluttered lived in than the one in the Fright Zone.  Perhaps this had something to do with Princess Entrapta’s lack of coherent organisation (not that Hordak was any better at keeping his Sanctum tidy).

The lab always seemed to be a mash of machinery no matter how hard she tried to tidy up. Of course she had her system which worked for her. The problem was of course the extra body in the laboratory. 

With her Life Lab Partner being significant taller than her, but lacking the dexterity that came with prehensile hair, he would inadvertently bump into towers of boxes, spilling their contents of machinery parts everywhere. Whenever this happened she dropped whatever she was doing and immediately attended to and kiss her little clumsy Spacebat better.

He never once told her that a lot of his “clumsiness” was deliberate.

[cruelfeline]

Once upon a time, I thought that I just wasn't maternal.

But that's not the case! Sure, I missed out on the genes that make me feel positive emotions towards human larvae, but I possess something better:

The intense desire to feed and care for maladjusted spacebats.

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Primefall Day and Batnip Blues

She-Ra Fanfiction Entrapdak General Audiences Angst Entrapdak Positivity Week Re-Post due to a blog-move. Day 7 Prompt:  Celebrations  Summary:  It’s been years after the Last War. A horde of clones show up in Dryl for the annual celebration of Primefall Day, a holiday that is important across Etheria, but especially for Horde Prime’s freed former people. There are ceremonies and festivities. Instead of enjoying the day and the evening as much as they would have liked to, Entrapta and Hordak, instead, must navigate the troubles of many inebriated spacebats. In vino, veritas, as they say, and certain small agonies of clone-life on Etheria come out when their tongues are a little looser than normal. Notes: I have encountered many different ideas on clone-intoxication (and invented one regarding sour milk for other fanfic of mine based upon the old show, Alien Nation) but I have no memory of anyone using “batnip” – a pun on catnip.  It seems strange to me that I would be the first to use such a thing since the pun writes itself.  If it has been used by anyone before, I am either unaware wholly or lost the memory of ever seeing it.  If I am the first to use the pun, go me, I guess.  If not, I apologize and can assure you that it was unintentional, the idea generating independently.   Features my long-term OCs, Robin, Jerome and Wander.  Also features a couple I made up on the spot.  

Primefall Day and Batnip Blues It was Primefall Day in Dryl and the spacebats were converging.  The anniversary of the end of the Galactic Horde War had become an annual holiday on Etheria and Horde Prime’s former people had special ways of celebrating.   The Etheria-bound Brethren were developing a culture, after all, in the absence of their formerly restrained lives. Hordak grunted when he watched his brothers at the gates of the Crypto Castle grounds.  There were many more present than the ones that still lingered in living at the castle. It had been several years, most of the Brothers had gone their separate ways, adjusted, however roughly, to Etherian-life.  There were clone-towns and enclaves and yet, the Kingdom of Dryl became party-central for most of them every year, and they gathered here en masse.  Other parts of Etheria had their own celebrations, all very human or all very beastfolk. Clones were not always welcome and where clones celebrated, aspects were specific to them.   The clone-celebrations were what some journalists were calling the “true essence” of Primefall Day, as they were making it up as they went along and because, in some ways, they’d had the most to gain.   “Oh, it will be fun!” Entrapta assured him, wrapping him around the back with her hair and cleaving close to him.  “You had fun last year as soon as you loosened up.” “Hmmm….”   “You know I’ve only got a brain for you.” - This was Entrapta’s way of saying “I’ve only got eyes for you.”  He always needed a little assurance when more Brethren than usual were around, the independent ones, the self-assured ones.  They were, in general, healthier.  There were a few sick clones here and there – even some sharing his defect, which was free to express itself without culling.  They came in and out of Dryl for medical treatment and study. For the most part, however, Hordak’s multitudes of brothers were healthy and strong.  Even the ones that had been war-wounded and scarred had bodies full of ropy muscles.  They were lean and attractive, not wasted-skinny like he was.   Entrapta’s comment about her brain assured Hordak of the mind-to-mind connection that they had when he was insecure about his body.  Whenever he doubted that her eyes could love his pitiful frame, he remembered the bond between their mental spheres – one of two nerdy, unique brains.   Inexorably, clones festooned the entire city and castle courtyard of Dryl with ribbons and flowers.  They be-flagged the entire area – filling the venue with flags sporting cartoon images of Prime’s face with big red “NO!” signs crossing through them.  These were quite comical to most outsiders, but the clones took them quite seriously. They also raised another banner featuring the silhouette of a winged unicorn in a rampant pose, as Swift Wind had become an adopted figure of liberation for them – gold on rose-pink.   Hordak and Entrapta got dressed in their festival-best (Entrapta rarely dressed up for anything, but had a tuxedo for this) to meet their temporary guests.  Hordak was awash in familiar faces, their minds distant.  It was a strange wound, even after all of this time, to behold his brothers but not to feel their minds.  Entrapta greeted everyone warmly, shaking hands and shaking hair. She clapped, ordering her robots to present snacks – organic snacks - although, as cyborgs, the bats took certain kinds of oil, too, if they felt like it.   “I love what you’ve done with your hair!” she’d say.  “Did your eyes change again?”  “Oh, my word, are you PREGNANT?!  Congratulations!”    

She paused when she saw a particular pair approaching her.  One was holding a very large guitar-like stringed instrument, made to spacebat-proportions.  One was giving her a shy little smile from behind a scarred face and a pair of glasses. She ambled up to the pair and gave the scarred one a hug while patting the shoulder of the other with a stray hair-tail.   “Jerome…Robin… I’m so glad you came!”   These two she kept a special eye on. Some of the other bats welcomed them, but others kept their distance.  She felt for them, being oddballs – a pair of clones that had, on one hand, chosen an important mission for themselves and on the other hand, were treated with a bit of stigma by others.  They were the Reaper Brothers – the pair that had become undertakers. Most of the freed clones chose careers like cooking, learning to farm, working with technology, learning art, or simply wandering the world.   These two had had chosen something stranger and sadder - between the two of them, they developed an entire funerary culture for the clones. This was important, but their association with death made them somewhat “scary” to some of their people.  They were not particularly grim brothers – in fact, they were quite friendly and had a good sense of humor.   “Thank you, Lady Entrapta,” Robin said, hefting his bat-tuiar.   “We’re here to play and sing!” Jerome elaborated.   A clone with brown hair in many braids and large hoops dangling from his ears came up, threw his tattooed arms around both Robin and Jerome, who looked distinctly uncomfortable with the sudden contact and announced, “Yeah, and I brought the stuff that will enhance the music!”   “In moderation, please!” Entrapta said, holding a finger and a bit of hair shaped into a finger up.  She knew this one well, too.  This was Wander – a rather close friend of the Reapers, someone whose life they’d saved when they learned that burial would have been premature. He worked as a sailor out of Saileneas and was as tattooed and pierced as any good seafarer, despite the notable clone ear-sensitivity.  In contrast to the Reaper Brothers’ general polite nature, this one tended to make any gathering of clones…interesting. “Aw, since when did you do anything in moderation?”  he asked. “You’re doing the fireworks this year, aren’t you?  Pew! Pow! Pow! Explosions?!”  

“Yes, yes, Hordak and I will be providing fireworks!” Entrapta exclaimed, “And we have such pretty colors this year!  But you’re saying you brought batnip, didn’t you?  Wander, I can’t rebuild my hall-sweeper again!  Too many of you riding it at once overloaded him!  And you’ve got to keep your clothes on! There aren’t many humans in my kingdom anymore, but it caused a several diplomatic problems when you took it off the castle-grounds and rode it through the center of town!”   “Aw, spoilsport!  Okay, moderation!  Moderation!” “I have my eye on you,” Hordak said sternly. Wander pulled a tiny leather pouch from his pants pocket.  “I’ll give you an advance-taste!”   “You already know that I cannot partake,” Hordak reminded him.  “The last time I became… compromised.  My body is not compatible.”   “We’ll keep an eye on him,” Robin said. “Come on.  We need to set up at the music pavilion.”   The trio walked off to make ready for the night’s opening ceremonies.   Primefall Day in Dryl was something like a great fair.  Some clones came to trade things – money was something that most of them did not quite “get,” having spent most of their lives without it, so they tended to trade their crafts and skills in something more like a barter-system.  There was also an exchange of gifts at random. In fact, today was rather like an already existing Etherian gift-giving holiday that the Kingdom of Snows celebrated in their darkest month. Most of the spacebats had some kinds of little trinkets that they’d made or found to give to as many of their fellows as possible.   By the coming of the dawn, Hordak would have many thread and bead bracelets tied around his lightly-armored arms and would be carrying at least two little cloth bags of non-gem shiny rocks, snail shells, small animal bones and dried flowers.  He would also be fairly grumpy about it.   A couple of years ago, something that truly made these parties something of an ordeal for him to get through was the discovery of a wild herb.  It was, according to Princess Perfuma, in the mint family and was something that her people had been making tea with since time-immemorial.  While the tea was tasty and relaxing, she did not know of any particular powers the plant had, save that Horde-clones reacted to it in a different way than any of the peoples of Etheria.  Entrapta analyzed the herb and coined the term “batnip” for it, claiming that it was like the plant commonly called catnip, which had an effect for felines, but none known to other species.  Much like the treat for people’s pet cats (and Catra’s people), the “batnip” was relatively harmless.  It caused inebriation in clones similar to too much wine in humans, but was far less addictive. It had different effects for each clone – most just got ‘typically drunk’ but some became strangely eloquent, albeit still intoxicated.  It was deemed safe for use, even for those carrying hybrid offspring, although not particularly encouraged because of certain diplomatic incidents, like last year’s thing with the mass-joyride on the cleaning-robot.   Hordak and Entrapta were official hosts, but they really were more participants in the celebration as Hordak’s brothers created the setting and the course of the evening on their own.  They worked very well in-tandem, with such a style of work being what they were bred for and accustomed to.  They did not even need a working hive mind to coordinate. It was very soon that tables for food and drink were set up.   And Wander’s batnip-table.  Hordak narrowed his eyes at this.   Music wafted from a main pavilion.  A band of bats played, one on a large drum, Robin with his odd, long guitar, a man with a flute and a pair with some unique scraping-instruments that had been taken from the old Scorpioni musical-tradition, modified for use with spacebat-claws.  Jerome stood out before them, shifting his feet in a dance.  He sang with a deep-pitch that rose higher and higher.  Hordak’s ears twitched when the singing went out of human-range and Entrapta pulled a sensor-device from her hair, holding it up, letting its wires go slack against the ground.  She stared, fascinated at the readings on a tablet the sensor was plugged into.   A chorus of other clones joined in, their song almost like a chant, going back into human range, in and out again.   “Are you alright?” Entrapta asked as she watched a change in Hordak’s face.  Many of the clones gathered around the courtyard for the opening-song were sad, ears down, faces solemn.   Every Primefall celebration began – and this is where Etherians thought these clones to be the strangest sort, and quite uncomfortable – with a funeral dirge.  Of course Robin and Jerome Reaper were the ideal brothers to start it.  The singing, which faded in and out between the Horde’s language and local Etherian, as the clones mixed both in combining their old existence and their new world, mourned the legions lost over the eons of Prime’s rule, those that fell in his universal conquest who had never tasted independence or freedom.  The clones celebrating this day reminded themselves that they were the lucky ones, very few in numbers compared to those that had come before.   “To our Nameless, our Nameless…” Jerome belted out, leading the others.   Hordak closed his eyes and Entrapta cleaved close to him.  This was always the hardest part.   Jerome changed his pitch, turned on his heel in a spin, and started singing about “We, the Lucky, the Lucky…” and the sorrowful chanting eased into a song of celebration.  The spacebats on the instruments played a livelier tune, turning the dirge aside into a peppy dancing-tune with unique twang.  The clones started taking each other by the hands and spinning each other, dancing up the dust.   “Come on, Hordak!  This is the better part!”  Entrapta chimed, pulling Hordak forward with her hair into the castle-town square.   “Urk!”   Hordak claimed to have no use for this tomfoolery.  This was what he claimed – but a few minutes in, with Entrapta’s smiling face looking up at him, her hands in his hands and her hair wrapped around his waist, he was kicking off his boots and dancing lively on the cool earth barefoot.   The evening went on with different band-members taking a place, relieving those that had started.  Entrapta enjoyed many tiny foods.  A bit worn-out, she and Hordak retreated to an area by one of Dryl’s battlement walls when they heard crying.   “Kadroh?” Entrapta asked, finding the Horde-clone she had first named “Wrong Hordak” sitting alone on the ground, looking tired and obviously more than a bit drunk on batnip, sporting the telltale-blush.  “What’s wrong?”   He propped an elbow on his knee and looked at the sky, in the direction of a certain “star” that was larger than the other stars and not quite as bright as the moons.  It was the Velvet Glove, still in orbit around the planet.   “Prime was our entire lives,” he said, perhaps uncharacteristically serious.  Kadroh was known to be a rather happy man, fond of flouting rules and quite expressive.  Of course he was prone to taking too much batnip at parties – he wasn’t as wild as Wander, but sooner or later that pirate-clone would get him stripping down to at least his waist and riding giant vacuum-robots…again, or doing some kind of stunt with a chandelier.  It seemed, however, that inebriation had gotten him into a strangely melancholy state. Entrapta investigated further as Hordak stood by.   “Yes, but you’re free now,” she said. “It’s why we’re having this party.” Kadroh turned to her and Hordak, looking up at them.  “He was our lives,” he said, “and I don’t think the people of this planet really appreciate that. Sister Entrapta, you remember when I got Severed.  You saw how pathetic I was…still wanting to please that bastard, Prime!”  He made a fist and pounded into his open other hand.  “I only followed you because I was…confused… scared.”   He looked up at Entrapta with wide eyes. His eyes remained green.  No one knew why clone-eyes changed color – Even Entrapta could not figure it out and the best guess was that it had something to do with their emotions.  Wrong Hordak’s – Kadroh’s – had remained the color he had been decanted with.  It was not uncommon.  His hair tended to be dyed whatever color he felt like at any given time and styled in various ways.  Tonight, it was long and swept to the side and was pink with a sparkle not unlike Queen Glimmers’.  It shone in the moonlight.  He was in a baggy pale shirt and denim pants – any boots or shoes he’d had long gone in favor of the dancing earlier.   “I was… just remembering…” Kadroh said, turning back to look at the sky.  “It is a day for remembrance.  You stayed by my side, even though you had a spaceship to run and Sister Glimmer took me aside to help her cook – and she was correct – I knew a lot about cooking because I’d worked in the galley making food… only for Prime.”  He hung his head and shook it.  Everyone… just kind of brushed me aside.  Even to this day – ever since I learned the concept of keeping animals – I feel like I’m just a pet.”   “Are you unhappy in Bright Moon?” Hordak asked, surprisingly gentle, although it was in his deep, rumbling and authoritative tone.  “You are welcome to move here.”   “I have been considering it,” Kadroh admitted. “I still talk about Prime sometimes and it disturbs them.”  He let out a sniffle.  “I can’t help but think that we’re… doing something wrong? Sometimes?  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do and everyone thinks it’s funny.  They think I’m funny, but I don’t feel funny.”   “How about we get you a hot drink?” Entrapta proposed.  She wrapped her hair around him and helped him to stand up. “We’ll go to the castle kitchen and get you set up with Baker, okay?  I’m sorry we won’t be able to stay with you long since we’ve got the entire party to watch.”  

Kadroh smiled, less dopy than his usual smirk.  Entrapta made mental notes to study him further.  Batnip had a different effect on different spacebats.  In Kadroh’s case, it seemed to make him… clearer.  As they walked him inside, he complained about having remembered how much Bow’s shock-arrow had hurt.   Other events of the night as it wore on included watching a sobbing Jerome at a picnic-table, laying his head down after a drunken session of wailing about their race’s countless fallen.  There really was nothing to be done about him save Entrapta rubbing his back with her hair until he calmed down a bit.  Hordak acknowledged that he and his chosen-family-brother had taken up for themselves a difficult task and saw many terrible things – above and beyond what they all remembered from the hive mind.   They broke up a religious argument that had sprung up between a pair of clones.  One who went by the name of Bridge who wore long, fancy robes was loudly complaining that Etherians just assumed they were all atheists because of their freedom from Prime.  He’ found it aggravating because he had become a priest within an Etherian order that worshipped a benevolent hidden power behind the universe that tied all of nature together.  Another, named Dawn, contested that Bridge and those that shared his views were fools because they all should be atheists after seeing the false godhood of Prime laid bare.   “Don’t you see?” Bridge contested, “A power beyond Prime is the ultimate Screw You to Prime! That is why I believe!”   “And why should you?  What evidence do you have? And is your Unseen any good? Prime was a god who walked among us, but we only became free when he became gone!”   “My evidence is in the grass and the wind and the very air! It is in the stars and the void and in the interconnectedness of all life!”   “We killed planets! Don’t talk to me about life!”   Hordak rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Gentlemen,” he said, “We are here to celebrate our freedom and that involves celebrating our differences. You are giving me and my lab partner a headache.  If you do not cease at once, there will be dire consequences.”   The two turned and hissed at him.  “You tell him!  You killed Prime!” Dawn insisted.  “You experienced the Power of Love! That does speak to my faith!” Bridge countered. They turned their attention to him and demanded answers from “The First of the Named,” yammering hopelessly.   Entrapta held out a recorder, not wanting to miss out on this vital social-interaction data. Robin, who was holding a hot drink, stepped past the crowd that had gathered to watch the argument.  “Bridge, Dawn, just give it a rest, okay?  Differences of belief are part of being individuals – which is the ultimate ‘Fuck You With Barbed Wire!’ to Prime.  Celebrate it!  And celebrate each other!  Jerome and I disagree on a lot, but we are Closest Brothers to one another.  Okay now… that’s it.  Hug.  There you go.”   The combatants laid down their debate to embrace one another.  Robin kept walking on, stepping past Hordak.  Hordak took him aside. “Thank you,” Hordak said.  “Primefall Day becomes more vexing every year. How did you handle that so easily?”   “Oh, it is no big deal,” Robin answered, holding the drink he was carrying steady and cupping the steam to try to keep it warm.  “I haven’t taken any batnip.  I think you and I are the only clones who are sober.  I was just taking this to Jerome.  He gets really weepy when he’s intoxicated.”   “As we have seen.”   “Hordak gets really…trembly… if he tries that stuff,” Entrapta pointed out.  “You don’t have any reason not to enjoy it if you want to.  We’ll take care of Jerome.”   “Oh, no, no,” Robin insisted.  “I’m not ‘drunk’ because I just don’t like the stuff. We’re all a little different on it. For me, it brings up bad memories – I have the ‘bad trips,’ so I just avoid it.”   “Thanks for the music!” Entrapta added, “You play really well.”  

Robin smiled.  “Why thank you, Lady Entrapta!  That is quite a high complement.”   The little group was interrupted by a high-pitched screeching and a raucous laughter.  Imp came barreling through, riding Emily with reins like a freshly-captured wild horse.   “Emily!” Entrapta yelped, worried that she was going to trip on her wonky leg at such a clip.   Hordak took her by the cheek and chin and tilted her head upward.   “Oh no…batnipped clones… They got into our fireworks-shooting giant mecha!”   ________________________ One mecha-kaiju battle (involving Entrapta’s other experimental mecha) followed by a LOT of fireworks that actually burst in the sky as designed instead of burning down Dryl and a deprogramming later… Drunken clones were set into their bedrolls and tents.  The few that had chosen to remain sober took care of them.  Hordak and Entrapta lay in bed together, still in their wrinkled, disheveled party-clothes, too exhausted to change them. “Last night gave me a lot to think about,” Hordak muttered as he looked up at the ceiling.  The rays of the rising morning moon streamed through their bedroom window, lighting their entangled forms on the bed.   “Fascinating, wasn’t it?”  Entrapta sighed happily as she edged closer to him. “I got so much data from the social experiment!  Even more than last year!”   “Who are my people?”  Hordak asked himself.  “Kadroh is correct that, aside from myself – the Looming Menace – so many of the fools of this planet see us as mere pets – pets and children.  And so much is just assumed about us.”   “You remember what you said about people who discount me, right?”  Entrapta said, sitting up and smiling, her hair in curls and tangles.   “That they are utter fools?”  

“Yep!  Your brothers are faaaaaacinating, Hordak! And you freed them!  Well… you and She-Ra, technically.  People who just assume anything without doing a proper collection of the data are… say it again.”  

“What?  Utter fools?

“Utter fools!”  

She lay back down and snuggled into his bony back.  He sighed. Hordak wasn’t the biggest fan of the Primefall Day celebrations, especially when widespread use of batnip was involved, but if the Days ended like this, he could live with it every year.

[luna-tiel]

Huevember Day 15 - Plum - Sylvie

Sylvie is my first spacebat to take up needlecrafts, spreading a love of crochet by teaching as many of his brothers that want to learn. His enthusiasm blossoms into a general love of making clothing and other soft accessories. He can come across as shy at first, but he actually likes to meet new people and try novel experiences.

Sylvie is a sweetheart that does his best to help those around him feel a little happier. He loves to give hugs (but he will ask first).