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HOW TO SOUND LIKE ENTRAPTA💖 So I'm voicing Entrapta for a fan project, and my attempts at getting into character are...special. (Much like Entrapta, I'm good at entertaining myself.) (Pssst, check out She-Ra: Odyssey on YouTube! I also play Scorpia and Catra. https://youtu.be/iDUNnmxB71I )
This is it! Episode one of our she ra fanseries is complete! Go watch it!
I've been having a ball voicing Entrapta, Scorpia, and Catra for this project!🌈
Spud has put in a ton of time and effort on the stop-motion animation, and the rest of the international cast and crew have worked together to help bring his idea to life.
Come support some fan creators and give it a watch on YouTube. ;)
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/21939139
Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Relationship: Entrapta/Hordak (She-Ra) Characters: Entrapta (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Mermista (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Entrapdak Secret Santa, Background Relationships, Fluff, Post-Canon, Atheist Ritual, Judaism, Season/Series 04 Spoilers, Everybody Lives
Summary: Entrapta and Hordak return to Etheria to celebrate Harvest Night, a few months after Horde Prime is defeated.
This is my gift for @netherooze. Happy Entrapdak Secret Santa 2019!
Thank you @niuniente for organizing!
Thank you again! ;-; Still dying over how sweet this is.
Entraptak Secret Santa Gift 1 of 2 for @doublytoxicwaste
It's been a few days since her betrayal and the ensuing portal disaster. He should be focusing on pushing their advantage, coordinating attacks—as Force Captain Catra has been so eager to remind him—but that's difficult when his thoughts keep falling back into orbit around her.
Sitting in his sanctum, there are reminders of her everywhere: her tools, her advancements, the very armor he wears. The afterimage of her inhabits this space just as much as he does.
He knows now that he was nothing more than a passing fascination for her, another project set aside to gather dust.
He knows all that he needs to about her treachery, but still he craves answers. The gnawing ache for them bats away any hope of rest.
There's no way of telling how long he's been sitting, unproductive and undisturbed (aside from the occasional prodding from Imp), when the ache finally drives him to move.
Continued on AO3
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This is a short (first) gift for @doublytoxicwaste with the prompt "Hordak & Entrapta's smell" for the Entrapdak Secret Santa exchange.
Hope you don't mind the angst for this first little prompt fill, my friend, but please know that there is a second, less angsty (and less safe for work ;D) prompt fill headed your way tomorrow for actual Christmas!
WELCOME TO ENTRAPDAK SECRET SANTA! MAKE A GIFT AND GET A GIFT BACK!
Applications are open till 24th of November. You will receive your giftee ASAP after 24th November. Post your Entrapdak gift on 24th of December. If you post outside Tumblr, link your post to Tumblr. Remember to tag your giftee! Remember not to reveal your giftee or your gift until posting time! Follow Entrapdak Secret Santa 2019 in my personal blog for more news and updates: niuniente.tumblr.com
FAQ
What is Secret Santa? Secret Santa is a gift exchange project. You will make as a Secret Santa a Christmas gift for your assigned giftee and receive a surprise gift back.
What gifts I can make? A gift can be a fic, a drawing or a comic, as long as it’s a finished Entrapdak piece. Is NSFW allowed? Yes! You can tell if you are OK with NSFW. It’s up to your Secret Santa if they want to make a naughty gift for you. You do not have to make NSFW gift even if the giftee is OK with it! Do I have to fulfill the gift ideas/wishes? Gift wishes are wishes only. If they give you trouble, you can give something else for your giftee, as long as it’s Entrapdak piece. But, it is always nice if you can give a gift your giftee has wished for :3 You need to do only 1 gift, but if you want, you can make more than that for your giftee.
What are requirements for the gift (word count, comic length etc.)? Finished Entrapdak themed gift, that’s all. You know the best what you can do with the time you have for the gift making. Think about what you’d like to receive and you have a good guideline there.
APPLY HERE TILL 24TH OF NOVEMBER AND YOU ARE IN. https://forms.gle/MjEHMZBrCCPfE4JF6
Going to be participating in this. ;)
You can pre-order here!
***Pins will be restocked and ready to ship out within a few weeks.
The rest of my batch sold out within a few days and I’m assuming it’s because Season 4 Entrapdak development destroyed us.
I’ve put in a request for a restock, but I would be EXTREMELY grateful to get some pre-orders now, as buying in the bulk will cost me some money. So, I would appreciate getting some money to balance out the price for a restock. You’ll of course receive your pins first.
He stands in the instruction chamber among nine of his brothers. Two more of his brothers stand at the front of the room; they arrange the videos that play on the large screen mounted between them. After each video ends, the two instructors ask questions of the ten viewers. They always answer in unison, in the same voice. A new video starts.
He feels a distinct absence of knowledge, a nearly distracting awareness that there is so much he does not know. Regardless, he is learning all he needs to.
---
He proceeds to physical exercises along with the rest of his brothers. When he falls short, his body failing before the others have even begun to tire, he is singled out for the first time. The instructors use a number when they refer to him, and it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the number is his sole designation. When the others in his group are called to continue to more advanced movements, they are also called by number designations. He has no idea why he would expect anything different for himself.
The instructors assure him that though his performance is unsatisfactory, he may still be of use to their lord even in his limited capacity. He must simply find his—undoubtedly brief—place on the battlefield and take as many of the enemy down as possible before he inevitably falls, just as the other defectives do. He will never achieve the glory his more perfect brethren aspire toward, but he can find at least some small scrap of honor this way. He nods his understanding, though inside he burns. The burning is not useful. He shoves it aside and resolves to serve his purpose and his lord.
---
His squadron is deployed to the surface of the planet Etheria. They're sent to secure a site of great importance to their lord and crush any resistance by the natives they may encounter. The structure appears to be inundated with advanced but foreign technology.
The members of the squadron split up to clear the structure, which is comprised of several chambers of varying sizes. He is alone in one such chamber when he spots an array of tools strewn over a console. One of them rolls off the lower edge and falls to the floor.
He holds his weapon high as he steps further into the room, slowly approaching hidden corners to check them. He freezes when he spots a door to a storage compartment that hangs just slightly ajar. He approaches slowly and nudges the door open with his weapon.
A wrench swings at his face, brandished by a sort of lavender tendril. Hair. He manages to stumble back out of its path, though for some reason the sight makes his throat clench.
One of the natives emerges from the storage compartment—a female, he somehow knows. She's quite small, compared to him, and her face is covered by an odd insectoid mask. He lowers his weapon without meaning to.
"You—" He stops short. He doesn't know what he intended to say to this creature.
Her head tilts and she seems to examine him intently.
"Hordak?"
He blinks. Hordak. It's a designation; he knows it is. It should be his, he thinks. It somehow suits him better than his number.
He likes it.
Now continued here.
(Continued from here.)
There's a word caught in his head when he looks at her. She lifts her mask and he's ensnared by her gaze. Trapped.
Entrapta.
"Entrapta."
It is the right thing to say. Her face lights up and she approaches him swiftly. He doesn't even flinch away from what should be a hostile native. He doesn't want to.
"Hordak! Glimmer said they did something to you, and your eyes, they're—different. What happened?"
His throat catches. He feels that yawning void of knowledge keenly. He doesn't want to disappoint her. "I don't know."
She takes hold of one of his hands with hers. Even through her gloves, she feels warm. He feels warm.
Instead of happy, now she just appears concerned. "Do you—Do you remember me, really?"
"I—" Something strange is happening to his eyes. They sting, and his vision is blurring.
She is dismayed. "Oh no. Don't do that. I don't know what to—" She appears to come to a decision and abruptly embraces him.
He should kill her, he knows. Capture her, at the very least. He shouldn't just stand here clutching this creature to him like she's something vital.
He doesn't want to leave this, to go back to experiencing only the burning humiliation of his inferiority again and again and again until he dies. He doesn't feel inferior here. He feels wanted.
A burst of weapons fire echoes toward them from a distant chamber. She pulls away, and he sees that her eyes are glistening and the skin around them is reddened and slightly swollen. She grabs his arms above the elbows, and excitement creeps into her voice. "Do you want to get away from them?"
"Yes," he breathes.
She smiles once more. "Do you want help?"
His mind races alongside his pulse. "How?"
She proves very adept at quickly rigging things to explode.
She shoves all of her tools and a few bizarre crystals into pockets of her overalls and regards the console sadly as she steps away. "A shame, but I guess I'd learned all I could from it anyway." She turns to him. "Leave whatever you want them to find, and let's hurry. We've got about three minutes."
Without hesitation, he drops his weapon and pulls off a pauldron. She'd asked if he was equipped with some kind of tracking device, but he hadn't been able to tell her that he is so expendable—as are all his brethren, really—that there would be no point in a tracking system. He'd just told her "no" and left it at that.
He moves to leave via the same doorway he used to enter the chamber initially, but she tugs him the other way with her hair. "Nah, this way's better. C'mon."
She leads hastily him through a maze of chambers, supporting him with her hair without a word when he swiftly begins to stumble.
A loud boom echoes through the whole structure. Distant shouts follow. She brings them to a stop before a large, sealed door and immediately begins brandishing tools at the panel alongside it. In mere seconds, she has the door open, and together they're treading out into the sunlight.
They push for the cover of the nearby trees, and a staticky voice calls from her pocket. "Entrapta? Entrapta, come in!"
She—Entrapta pulls out the device and answers back, "I'm here, Bow! Did you get out OK?"
The device catches a moment of heavy breath and rustling movement before the reply. "Yeah, barely! Did you?"
Entrapta's hair moves restlessly. "Yes. Where are you?"
"I'm headed back to where we left Swiftwind. Can you meet me there?"
"Sure!" She turns to look at him with a grin. "And I'm bringing a friend."
He stands in the instruction chamber among nine of his brothers. Two more of his brothers stand at the front of the room; they arrange the videos that play on the large screen mounted between them. After each video ends, the two instructors ask questions of the ten viewers. They always answer in unison, in the same voice. A new video starts.
He feels a distinct absence of knowledge, a nearly distracting awareness that there is so much he does not know. Regardless, he is learning all he needs to.
---
He proceeds to physical exercises along with the rest of his brothers. When he falls short, his body failing before the others have even begun to tire, he is singled out for the first time. The instructors use a number when they refer to him, and it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize the number is his sole designation. When the others in his group are called to continue to more advanced movements, they are also called by number designations. He has no idea why he would expect anything different for himself.
The instructors assure him that though his performance is unsatisfactory, he may still be of use to their lord even in his limited capacity. He must simply find his—undoubtedly brief—place on the battlefield and take as many of the enemy down as possible before he inevitably falls, just as the other defectives do. He will never achieve the glory his more perfect brethren aspire toward, but he can find at least some small scrap of honor this way. He nods his understanding, though inside he burns. The burning is not useful. He shoves it aside and resolves to serve his purpose and his lord.
---
His squadron is deployed to the surface of the planet Etheria. They're sent to secure a site of great importance to their lord and crush any resistance by the natives they may encounter. The structure appears to be inundated with advanced but foreign technology.
The members of the squadron split up to clear the structure, which is comprised of several chambers of varying sizes. He is alone in one such chamber when he spots an array of tools strewn over a console. One of them rolls off the lower edge and falls to the floor.
He holds his weapon high as he steps further into the room, slowly approaching hidden corners to check them. He freezes when he spots a door to a storage compartment that hangs just slightly ajar. He approaches slowly and nudges the door open with his weapon.
A wrench swings at his face, brandished by a sort of lavender tendril. Hair. He manages to stumble back out of its path, though for some reason the sight makes his throat clench.
One of the natives emerges from the storage compartment—a female, he somehow knows. She's quite small, compared to him, and her face is covered by an odd insectoid mask. He lowers his weapon without meaning to.
"You—" He stops short. He doesn't know what he intended to say to this creature.
Her head tilts and she seems to examine him intently.
"Hordak?"
He blinks. Hordak. It's a designation; he knows it is. It should be his, he thinks. It somehow suits him better than his number.
He likes it.
(Continued)
[Entrapta/Hordak] Synchronous, Part 2 of 7
Hordak has long awaited his lord and Brother’s return, but his anticipation proves misplaced.
Left with little alternative, he is forced to flee the Fright Zone and attempt to lay low among the native Etherian populace.
Entrapta helps.
--
Entrapta was strapping on boots and greaves of her own by the time he joined her across the room, her hands already sporting new Horde-standard gloves.
He realized absently that he'd never actually seen her bare hands before.
They quickly secured belts, vambraces, pauldrons, and cuirasses across their bodies, assisting each other where convenient. The fit over his own armor was a bit awkward at times, but it stayed in place well enough.
Almost as soon as Entrapta had fit her head and the rest of her hair into a helmet, footsteps approached the room.
...Read more on AO3
[Entrapta/Hordak] Synchronous, Part 1 of 7
Hordak has long awaited his lord and Brother's return, but his anticipation proves misplaced.
Left with little alternative, he is forced to flee the Fright Zone and attempt to lay low among the native Etherian populace.
Entrapta helps.
----- Hordak sat unmoving for an unknowable stretch of time.
Years ago, he had personally overseen the construction of these cells. He knew the technology that comprised them intimately.
Stripped of his armor and all his tools, the knowledge did him little good.
... Read more at AO3
Those two evil nerds got me good.
I just want season 4 to be even a little bit kind to them by the end. :')
Heads-up to people following me for ST content
that there're also gonna be a few She-Ra posts on this blog as well but, knowing my posting habits, not too many. :X
Murray to everyone else:
Murray to Alexei:
My doc for last season hit around 30k words in total. I've got too much free time, too many ideas crawling around in my brain, and a target to beat. Let's go.
The Movie Tag
Post ten gifs from your favorite movies without naming them, then tag ten people.
My favorite tropes are showing.
Completely unprompted, but I felt like joining the fun. If you do too, I'm tagging you. (Yes, you.)
Duffers: so, Billy is dead and we finished this Harringrove nightmare haha-
Harringrove fandom: YOU let us in.
Duffers: oh no
Harringrove fandom: And now you’re going to have to let us stay,
Duffers: *sweating* oh fuck-
