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i got sweet moves and secret skills to pull off the codes, the combos, and kills, tapping my fingers like a maniac, this girl's gone bad on a game attack!!  // affiliated with aldebaran sea

[entraptasaur-blog]

graspingatnothing‌:

That girl… is walking on her hair.

In theory, this should mean less than nothing to Kris. After all, they live in a house with goat monsters. They’re friends (friends?) with Susie. Their teacher is a dragon, albeit the most nervous one Kris has ever heard of. They’ve met Rouxls Kaard, even. Prehensile (purple) hair really shouldn’t be that impressive.

But… it looks… cool? Intriguing. Engaging. It has their attention, and they’ve been following her for a short distance now, waiting for her to slow so they can get a closer look. They don’t mean to be creepy- even as they think they should stop, though, the thought slips away. They only have room in their mind for the fascination.

Their palms itch, and they press them against their thighs hard.

Oh, they want to touch it. They can’t, of course. They won’t. But they want to.

When she slows, they can hear her talking into her phone. Their head tips, and the curiosity about what she’s saying takes up residence right next to their fascination with her hair. They edge closer, again, closer-

And of course, she turns around, for whatever reason, right at that moment, and they stumble back, eyes wide before they duck their head to shake their bangs into their face, peering through them at her. Their hands lift, quickly, defensive.

«Sorry.»

@entraptasaur 

“Reminiscent of First Ones tech I’ve worked with, definitely beyond any of our modern technology. It is incredibly sophisticated, so much that I’m going to need fine tools to disassemble it properly! It seems to have a number of functions, incredibly lightweight for the processing power it must hold-- Ah!” As she turns, having let herself down to give her hair a break, she jumps backward at the sudden appearance of someone behind her. Huh. She’s usually the one surprising people like that.

She lifts purple-tinted goggles to look at the stranger properly. They’re taller than her, long hair, signing... “How remarkable. I can observe with my eyes that they aren’t using Etherian Sign Language, but I can understand them perfectly!” She says into her phone, eyes fixed on their hands with interest.

“Can you understand me?” She asks Kris. “My working theory is a universal translating system of some kind, but I had no idea it could apply to sign language as well!” With her hair hands, Entrapta signs back with the motions she knows rapidly, testing. «This is Etherian Sign Language, I can see some similarities! But that’s not the point, the point is, just in case you’re hard of hearing as well, can you understand me this way?»

She watches Kris expectantly, fingers tapping against each other excitedly.

[entraptasaur-blog]

8ctoshot‌:

Seeing someone come in his direction, apparently propelled by their hair, somehow isn’t the strangest thing Eight’s seen on the Ark so far. (Or in his life, for that matter.) She’s narrating into her shellphone as she approaches and Eight watches her in silence, mildly apprehensive.

“My- oh. Thanks?” The curl in question wiggles as Eight tries to process the question. Pearl had mentioned something about thinking the escaped Octolings were just Inklings with weird hair, and he’d caught Agent 3 looking at his mohawk in the helicopter, but neither of them had asked to touch it.

He supposes it can’t hurt. Maybe.

“Only if I can touch yours,” he says, after a minute. Maybe he can figure out how she was moving on it a minute ago.

“Mine? Oh! Yes, of course.” It isn’t new to have people pawing at her hair, and as long as they ask it’s fine. She’s a little busy being entranced by his hair, too. Wiggling. And being in general not composed of protein filament. Obviously.

As she reaches out for Eight’s hair, one of her ponytails very politely lifts to let Eight inspect it. She pokes at the curl, entranced. Where’s her recorder- phone- again? Right, in her other hand. “The body part mimicking this individual’s hair appears in shape and texture like the arm of an octopus, it would seem...” She says into the recorder. “Soft tissue, characteristic suckers with infundibula and acetabula... Reminiscent of some inhabitants of Etheria in marriage of humanoid and animal characteristics!”

She pokes at one of the suckers on Eight’s head, none too polite about it. “You wouldn’t happen to be from Etheria, would you? Oh, oh oh oh, or are you an inhabitant of another planet? An interplanetary traveller?” That gets Entrapta looking straight at him again, eyes gleaming and a smile threatening to crack at her lips.

[entraptasaur-blog]

@8ctoshot

Ark Log: Hour 14. 16? Hard to say! Got distracted investigating holophone capabilities. Turns out it functions as more than a recording device!

About to initiate contact with outwardly magical lifeform. Sea denizen, on first glance. From Etheria as well? Must investigate.

She can only hold herself up for so long, now. It seems like the strength of her hair has somehow been compromised. She’ll have to run tests on it at a later date. Right now, she’s more interested in the person in front of her. Almost human, humanoid, but with distinctly cephalopodic features.

She lets herself down from the few steps taken towards the cephalopod, alighting right next to where they sit, and she promptly leans over to get a better and closer look at their face.

"Hello! I like your hair. Can I touch it?”

[entraptasaur-blog]

@fullofthatwant

Ark Log! Hour Twelve.

No tools procured yet! Working on it. There is a girl sitting on the train. She’s got something in her hands, a box. A recorder, perhaps? It looks a little like it in shape.

A hand spun out of hair jams itself in between the train doors before they close, and Entrapta follows it. Once she’s in, she hardly stops for breath before she jogs over to the girl, sitting down next to her.

“Hello!” She waves two hands in greeting, one flesh and the other hair. Her other actual hand is reaching out towards the box in the girl’s hands. “What is that? Can I see it? Is it a recording device or one of these ‘phones’? What does it run on?” Her questions come at a mile a minute, bright eyes fixed on the girl’s device and hair writhing behind her in excitement.

“Did you make it yourself?”

[coolnumber]

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@charaselect

Ark Log. Hour Six!

Upon further exploration, there is a whole world outside of the ‘Lampadias’ building complex!

The area I have accessed by way of a rapidly moving shuttle is tropical, populated by birds. Talking ones, at that! Discussion with them is most intriguing, but not very helpful in getting any straight facts on the big picture!

I suspect that interacting with another human may provide more concrete answers.

As for the beach... I--

Sitting on the boardwalk, overlooking the ocean and happily seated cross-legged in a cushion of her own hair, Entrapta looks up from her recorder. And there is another human! “A child. Eleven? Twelve? Presumably human. Not a bird.” She speaks into the recorder again, eyes gleaming and fixed on the child.

As she lets herself down from her perch, she reaches out with both hands and hair, sculpted into hands. “Hello! Who are you? Are we on Etheria? You are not a bird, right?”

[entraptasaur-blog]

Ark Log : Hour Three.

I will recount to the best of my ability the events that have occurred leading up to this hour.

Minute 1: Wake up.

Minute 5: Determine that this is not my lab. Determine that I have 1) the clothes on my back, 2) my welding mask, 3) drawing of myself, Scorpia, and Catra that Scorpia gave to me, which I folded up and put into my pocket 12 hours ago.

Minute 10: Attempt to access the inner workings of my prison(?). More difficult without any of the tools I usually keep on my person. Note: Search for tools at later time. Commandeered use of a lamp to attempt to access the insides of the walls and under the floorboards to check for wiring and cameras.

Minute 12: Loss of consciousness.

Hour 3: Wake up.

I will now attempt to leave this room, for my next step. Will update with next entry soon! I cannot be sure of where I find myself yet. But I can say with confidence that we are certainly not in the Fright Zone anymore!

[entraptasaur-blog]

hello!!! this is bryn and i am VERY excited to start writing entrapta <3 please like this post for a starter from her!! i’m capping at 3 but this does not apply to people who are willing to write the starter. please take a look at my app and rules for more info! thanks!

[aldebaransea]

Whoops, got done sooner than I thought! Here's an application for Entrapta from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, app can be found under /app on this blog. Thank you! ^^

Welcome to the Ark, Princess Entrapta! You will be housed in the Lampadias Suites, floor 11.

You are assigned the rank New Moon. You also receive a holophone, train pass, and 50 Moon Points.

You will retain your prehensile hair, but with only the strength of your regular fleshy pair of arms. Your toolbox will be taken away for safekeeping.

Please be sure to update your app with any powers that have been retained, nerfed, or removed for the time being.

[l1ng]

i watched she-ra i like entrapta a lot

[mewiyev]

screencap redraw!! I adore this character

[alexandralumetta]

I love this trio ♡ 

[entraptasaur-blog]

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1914 translation by H. Rackham

"But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?"