Panting from the exertion of the struggle, an inner struggle rages behind Adora’s eyes before she finally huffs and moves her knee off of Catra’s tail. She doesn’t want to actually hurt the girl, after all, even if she can practically hear Shadow Weaver’s voice in the back of her head —

Oh! Oh, okay, they’re actually doing this — She scrambles to stand, jogging to catch up with Mermista. “So I’m not sure how much hand-to-hand combat experience you’ve got, but if you’ve got at least one punching bag I’ve found a few hard punches coupled with some kind of symbolization — like —

She may or may not have gotten infected by one of those stupid discs on the last mission for the rebellion. Glimmer and Bow got her back home safely, but the effects seem to be lasting a bit longer this time. Bow’s working on it.

/ came here to do all my replies only to put my whole she-russy into a catradora rant lmao bye for now ✌️

Her expression, previously hardened by their back-and-forth, softens now at Catra’s outburst. She blinks, taking a step back as if she’d been struck. Verbally, she supposes, she has been. “Catra…” She trails off, temporarily at a loss for words. A guilt that lies deep in her gut, usually —

/ if anyone wants to know what having kids is like, my wife and i just spent approximately 20 minutes trying to work up the courage to figure out what the persistent scratching noise underneath the couch was… only to find that it was a remote control car that had been driving itself into the wall 💀

The brush of Catra’s tail shocks a hitched breath out of her, but she recovers quickly. “I think you love it enough for the both of us.” Her voice is a little rougher, but no less smug. “As for my scent, we’ll see about that. Something tells me that you would’ve already forgotten it if you —

“At least if you did, I could rest assured knowing you’d always remember what they looked like,” she teases, subconsciously leaning slightly toward that pointed finger.

“You’re right, you’re right; you just shared a bed with me, and you can recognize my scent. No big deal.” Her smirk makes it clear that she’s making this an insufferably big deal.

She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath, but now she releases a deep exhale of relief, thankful Entrapta moved right past her awkward wording. “Do you need any more help?” She may or may not have nothing do to right now. The inactivity makes her anxious.

“Uhhhh huh,” she drags out. Crinkles form beside her eyes as her smirk deepens. “And I suppose you can instantly recognize Lonnie’s, Rogelio’s, and Kyle’s as well?”

/ most replies will be done later today. it’s early as hell over here and i’m not quite alive yet 💀

She’s going to ignore the ‘desperation and glitter’ comment for the moment in favor of the more important matter at hand here. “You recognize my scent?” She’s eyeing Catra with a little smirk.

She’s pointedly ignoring the burst of warmth that spreads throughout her at the sound of Catra’s laughter. Focus. She needs to 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴. As she rolls over on top of Catra, her knee accidentally traps the feline’s tail between it and the ground. For a split second, Adora almost apologizes before —

“It’s called fighting fair. Ever heard of i—“ Her words are interrupted by Catra colliding into her gut, knocking the wind from her lungs and sending them both to the ground. Without missing a beat, she locks her legs around Catra’s waist while shoving with her hands in an attempt to roll Catra —

“Not so much a vehicle, more like a friend that I… ride?” Yikes. Bad word choice. Never say that again. She visibly cringes at herself before moving on, craning her neck to watch Entrapta work over her shoulder. “The point is — He’s not like the bug. He’s not mechanical; he’s alive. It’d be like —

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚!

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚!

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒.

She hums in sudden understanding, leaning back on her palms. "I get that. If Bow were here, he'd tell you to take a break and try to relax." She's trying desperately to channel the advice of someone else; if it were her own advice, she'd tell Mermista to punch something about it. She's learned —

"Is that because you only find the giant bug a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 terrifying or because you find horses 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 terrif— Y'know what, never mind." A glowing light envelops her for a moment before revealing Adora's regular form. "Just don't let Swift Wind catch you calling him a vehicle."

She scoffs. "Okay, you're on. Fight me without using your claws or teeth or tripping me with your tail and we'll see who comes out on top."

"𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙨." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ Hordak from She-Ra 2018. (N)SFW, 18+ only.

/ will get to responses both here and on @greyskullshonor.bsky.social later today when i have more free time. in the meantime, the warm welcome here has been much appreciated. :) now everyone convince your friends to make more SPOP characters here so we can keep this party going 🎉

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Adora’s frantic energy subsides, relief washing over her for the brief second she allows it to before concern takes over. “Oh, okay. Do you wanna talk about?” She asks as she sits beside the woman.

She-Ra stares for a second at the extended hair-hand, then slowly reaches out to grasp it, giving it a firm shake. Why does it almost feel like a real hand?! Anyway. “Heh, yeah, no problem.” She releases the hair-hand only to rub the back of her own neck, contemplating whether or not she really —

She snorts. “Yeah, okay. And what makes you think the hundredth try will be your lucky one? Face it, Catra…” Her next words come out softer, almost… wistful. “… there’s no going back.”

Cue She-Ra entering the scene with a giant mechanical bug thrown over her shoulder.

The blank look on her face remains only a second longer before it breaks into a smirk. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” she says with a small shrug, leaning against the wall. “Clearly you were itching for it anyway. I wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

“Hey, if you hadn’t mentioned me, maybe I would’ve left you alone.” An unlikely story.

And she’s off to take a walk in the Whispering Woods. Gods, she needs a break.

ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ .ᐟ

Oh! Oh, shit! Did she just make Mermista cry?! “Hey, no, what’s wrong? Is this because I ‘hmph’ed at you? I was trying to show solidarity— Agh, I’m sorry!”

“𝘩𝘮𝘱𝘩… … What are we ‘hmph’ing about?”

“… Uh-huh,” she says, unconvinced. She looks Perfuma over — The princess is uninjured, or at least as far as Adora can tell. Physically, at least, she’s okay. Her gaze returns to Perfuma’s eyes. “You were staring pretty hard. You sure that’s a… meditation technique?” She supposes she’s not really —

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“Is everything okay? Perfuma? You there?” She’s waving a hand in front of Perfuma’s face.

If anyone needs her, she’s currently beating the hell out of a punching bag in the Bright Moon palace’s training room.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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