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— other princess along as she leads her to the test site, where she sets off a bomb that implodes upon itself, dragging sticks, rocks, grass, flowers, even fully grown trees out of the ground and into the epicenter until everything crashes together. When the dust settles, there's a massive pile —

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"Really?!" She hadn't actually thought Mermista would be interested. Entrapta acts self-assured, but she's fully aware that people tend to find her... odd. She's pleasantly surprised. "Come with me!" She shouts suddenly. One pigtail shoots out to wrap around Mermista's forearm, tugging the —

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— together, I mean. The service bot." She's usually chatty, but there's an unusual nervous edge to her words now. She's honestly finding it slightly hard to focus at the moment.

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— close that they're breathing the same air, and if she leaned just a couple inches farther — She cuts the thought off the second she realizes she's looking at Hordak's lips. Blinking, she raises her eyes to once again meet his. "I would like that a lot, by the way. If we worked on it —

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— now that she makes no effort to hide. "Is there a reason it only happens with me?" She's often blunt, but this particular topic is one she tends to analyze on her own, reluctant to push her lab partner too much and have him shutting down on her. But now he's touching her. He's so —

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— tender when he wants to be, it seems, and it's the fact that he 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 to be that she's particularly focused on. Her smile now is one she's directed at Hordak only a few times before — smaller, private, seemingly reserved for him and him alone. There's a faint red tinge to her own cheeks —

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— ear as he compliments her eyes. 𝘖𝘩. She ever so slightly leans into the touch. Her expression, previously bright and energetic, smooths out, softening into something surprised and warm, as if she's made some quiet, meaningful discovery. And, in fact, she has. Hordak can be fascinatingly —

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— the type of comment she'd just made. Based on a multitude of interactions prior to this one, he would've put space between them and changed the subject entirely. He definitely wouldn't have done what he's doing now, his fingertips brushing against her temple to tuck her hair behind her —

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Normally, this is the point where Hordak would explain things away, and Entrapta would allow the topic to be dismissed and moved on from. Normally, she would simply make a mental note to later log and analyze it. Normally, however, Hordak would've left her personal space by now, especially after —

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Trappy! @handle.invalid · 07/03/2026

/ and so are you!! so we both just need to get out of our own heads, i think, and trust each other’s enjoyment of our writing.

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"𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚢𝚕! 𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎?" ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

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𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. @coldbloodedshifter.bsky.social · 07/03/2026

/ the fact that you feel this way about your reply makes me feel better about mine — i constantly feel like i’m not doing a good enough job. i believe we’re both just too critical of our own writing — i loved your reply!

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❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝑫𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆. ❞ An #SPOPRP account, as portrayed by #𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆…

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— “The blush on your cheeks really brings out your eyes.”

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— each other. “I’ve already made one like it before, so it shouldn’t take long. Two weeks, as long as the materials I need aren’t too difficult to come by. And they shouldn’t be.” She tilts her head. As she so often does, she speaks before first considering the effect her words may have. —

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— directly with Hordak’s actions — prolonged eye contact, close proximity, the occasional brief touch he allows from her, the meaningful words he tries and fails to make sound professionally distant. She swallows, throat bobbing with the effort. She makes no move to increase their distance from —

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— decrease in personal space until her gaze is drawn to the hint of red that’s reappeared on her partner’s face. Is her proximity causing this? She’ll have to log that later as well. For now, she’s too busy noting the increase in her own heart rate that she’s already determined correlates —

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“Got it! No music. For 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 bot, at least.” She already has her own bot programmed to help her meet her dietary needs on particularly busy days, but adding a musical playlist — to play only when Hordak’s not around — isn’t such a bad idea. She hadn’t actually been aware of the slow but steady —

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— on! Personally I don’t see what the big deal is. If it’s for science, why wouldn’t you want to be a part of that?” She finally releases Catra’s hand now that she’s completely finished.

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— addresses Catra directly. “No worries! I think it gives the table character.” As she finishes bandaging the magicat’s hand, she hums contemplatively. “I suppose that’s fair. There are quite a bit of people in the universe that I haven’t met. Maybe some of them love being experimented —

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The sound of metallic screeching pulls her gaze down to Catra’s claws. Slowly, she brings the tape recorder close to her mouth again. “Catra Log Number Fifty-Nine: Yet another She-Ra incident. This time my work table paid the price,” she speaks into it before clicking it off again. Now she —

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— it for the chefs? Oh! I could make it play music! What kind of music do you like?” Slowly, as she speaks, her hair brings her closer to Hordak.

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— interaction to her log later, once she’s alone. “One service bot coming up!” She picks up a sandwich and pops it into her mouth, chews, swallows. “Maybe I can program it to take your order.” She’s mostly speaking to herself now, mind moving a mile a minute. “Maybe record your voice and replay —

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— his words sometimes, as if he’s struggling with something in the big, beautiful mind of his. She finds him more fascinating than anything she’s ever studied before. “Great!” Another victory, another unusual acquiescence from the Horde’s infamous leader. She’ll be adding this entire —

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— herself being pulled toward the second hypothesis despite much verbal evidence on his part to the contrary. She’s referred to them as lab partners, even friends — both statements he’s, at best, ignored. But then there’s that reddish tinge to his cheeks when she says it. There’s a hesitance to —

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— anyone who’ll listen — and, well, some who won’t. She’s not certain what it means yet. Current hypotheses: 1. She’s proven herself to be especially useful, a trait he finds superior to others. He’s attempting to make sure she stays on his side. 2. He… likes her. For some reason, she finds —

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𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰. @1stonesexpert.bsky.social · 05/03/2026

The look she gives him is pleased — and knowing. She’s fully aware that Hordak treats her differently than he does others; she’s actually been keeping a fairly extensive log on the matter. Unusually private, too, considering her affinity for thorough explanations about anything and everything to —

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Note: This account is a multi-ship account where each ship takes place in a different universe.

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𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰. @1stonesexpert.bsky.social · 04/03/2026

/ replies coming soonish here! i’ve been overwhelmed with adora muse

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˗ˏˋ 𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙍𝘼. ˎˊ˗ @grayskullshonor.bsky.social · 03/03/2026

/ Will get to replies both here and over on @1stonesexpert.bsky.social sometime either tomorrow or the next day!

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She blinks. “A gravity bomb!” She repeats, assuming the princess just hadn’t heard her. “It’s not ready for testing yet, but when it is, it will be far away from any populated areas, of course. Do you really think I’d set off a bomb close enough to cause casualties?” That only happened one time.

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— a medic, I’m afraid I have no interest in the field anyway. People just aren’t as fun to tinker with — most of the time.” A thoughtful hum, then, “I’d love to get my hands on She-Ra, but I’ve found that people don’t usually like being experimented on.”

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“Oh, I’ll likely need a few hundred more. It’s been a slow-going process, considering how closed off you are,” she responds. There’s no judgment, just a matter-of-fact statement. “But we’ll get there!” She’s working on the left hand now, just as gentle as she was with the right. “As for being —

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— stomach! A growling stomach kind of ruins the whole ‘intimidating warlord’ thing, don’t you think?” Not that he’s ever been intimidating to her anyway.

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— multitask is something I pride myself on!” As she speaks, a smaller lock of her prehensile hair shoots out to grab a notepad and a pencil, absentmindedly scribbling down plans for a prototype ‘server-bot’. The name is a work in progress. “Besides, you can’t take over the world on an empty —

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Her smile widens, eyes crinkling at the sides, at the sight of Hordak’s reluctant compliance. Victory! “You 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 me!” One of her pigtails bends underneath her to give her something to sit on — despite the fact that there are numerous actual chairs around. “My statistically superior ability to —

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As for specific characters I have an interest possibly shipping Entrapta with (if there’s chemistry), honestly only Hordak comes to mind. But! I’m open to exploring things with anyone who has shown in writing with me that the characters can have that kind of chemistry. Any gender!

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“Become what? Happy? Older? 𝘐𝘴 he older? How old are you, and how old is he, exactly?” She tilts her head, brows raised expectantly. Nothing she’s said is said with any underlying meaning — She’s genuinely just curious! That’s all!

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— Catra’s right hand, and releases it only to reach for the left. “Next hand, please.”

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— cupcake I had had made especially for her. It could be an aversion to baked goods, but it’s more likely an aversion to what she may perceive as appearing too soft. Further testing required.” Her hair presses the button to end the recording and sets the tape recorder aside. She’s now done with —

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— “Actually—“ A lock of hair shoots out to grab her tape recorder and presses ‘record’ as it nears her mouth. She continues bandaging Catra’s hands as she speaks. “Catra Log Number Fifty-Eight: Catra has confirmed my hypothesis that her favorite color is red. However, she rejected the red velvet —

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— cleaning and bandaging Catra’s wounds. For someone whose mind works a thousand miles per minute, she takes her time with this. “Aha!” She shouts abruptly, pausing to beam triumphantly at Catra. “I knew it! I’ll add your affinity for red to my notes after we’re done here,” she adds casually. —

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“I suppose you’re right. Life in the horde doesn’t seem very conducive to fostering creativity.” The cupcake is placed gingerly back on the tray before Catra’s swatting hand can make contact. In case Catra changes her mind. Entrapta’s hands are surprisingly gentle as they start their work, —

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