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aoiveaeart · 9 months
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The Horde Lord and her Queen
>:] they evil and hot
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rinniiart · 1 year
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That Stupid Jacket
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|Devil I Know AU|
Catra has horrible nightmares of Adora, trapped between realities. The only way she finds peace is to press her face into Adora's jacket and lose herself in the calming familiar scent of what she's lost.
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tanasha · 6 months
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Day 20 of @ilikeyoucatradora's sheratober2023: Despara.
I'm a little late, but here's a little role swap where Adora stayed in the Horde and eventually took it over, becoming Despara, and Catra left to join the rebellion. Since Adora has never had to worry about Catra replacing her, she's more than happy for her to com back and rule at her side.
Adora/Despara: Catra, it's ok. It's just me.
Adora/Despara: You're finally safe, back home where you belong.
Adora/Despara: And as soon as you renounce the rebellion, we can be together again, like it was always meant to be.
This is actually a redraw of a piece I did two years ago.
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alexologyart · 2 months
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Rev Entrapta and baby Despara, plus another sketch on my patreon :)
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navidoll · 10 months
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Adora deserves to go a little unhinged, as a treat
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aure-magik-art · 1 year
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Spoptober but make it December day 8
For the honor of the fanfic "tonight will be the night (that I will fall for you)", which I LOVE
(+ Catra without the jail, cause we must save the cat, right ?)
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largemovingtorb · 11 months
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Wrath of Despara! From my fanfic, She-Ra: The Lost! 
Illustration commissioned from @iriaabella who makes up 1/2 of the duo @ilikeyoucatradora
Interested in reading the fanfic? It can be found HERE
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katelynonice · 8 months
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A simple Despara drawing
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sherasswords · 2 years
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So I've been toying around with a Despara AU (if you don't know who Despara is I recommend looking her up) but I haven't got a full fic and I just wanted to share this little snippet I've been working on to gauge people's interest. So, here you go (warning: suggestive NSFW stuff but it cuts off before things get too spicy):
Catra returns to the hut almost an entire week later. She had been keeping her distance because Glimmer had told her it wasn't going to be pretty and she hadn't been lying. This was decidedly very ugly business. When Catra enters, Adora's head is hanging, her wrists are still strapped to the chair arms, as her ankles are to the legs of the chair. Her clothes look damp, and it's clear that she's been sweating from sheer pain. Her clothes are a little tattered and worse for wear. She's still dressed in the Horde uniform she had been wearing under her armour at their fight. She's out cold though, so at least that's something.
Catra moves around her and makes her way to the nearby faucet. She grabs a nearby rag and begins wetting it as she also fills up a glass of water. She takes a deep long sigh. She shouldn't have come back here.
When Catra turns, she almost drops the water from shock. Adora is staring directly at her. Just silently staring. She looks... expressionless. The only emotion Catra can really see is that she looks exhausted. She is watching Catra like Catra is the canary and Adora is the cat, ready to pounce. She doesn't say anything to her, which is probably a blessing, but Catra holds up the glass of water in offering anyway. Adora still doesn't say anything, but she doesn't say no, so Catra takes that as a invitation.
Catra steps towards her and Adora parts her lips. Her lips are clearly chapped, and she's obviously parched because as soon as she takes one sip her head moves back and she begins gulping the water desperately. Catra just holds the water and tips it back for the blonde. Some of it escapes Adora’s lips, runs down the side of her mouth and down her neck and then soaks into the collar of her shirt. Catra has to look away.
Once the glass is empty, Catra sets it aside and then places the wet rag on Adora’s forehead. She was burning up, residual side effects from the spell no doubt. Glimmer had meant literally that they were going to burn Despara out of Adora. Adora is silent, and it's a little disconcerting for Catra to witness. Usually Adora never shuts up, she's always muttering on about something, telling Catra how useless she is, etc. But now it's just... silence. It makes Catra feel uneasy.
Catra grabs a stool and pulls it so it is positioned in front of Adora. She takes a seat and stares at the blonde. Adora’s blue eyes seem more pale in colour than ususal, her skin is also clammy and more grey than its ususal pigment. She looks sick, which Catra supposes she is fighting off a virus. That's what Desprara is. A virus that has infected her best friend.
"Just kill me, Catra," Adora finally speaks, and Catra almost falls off her seat at it. "I'm insane. Honest to Hordak, batshit insane. I don't know what's real or not anymore. I started seeing you when I thought you died... I don't remember what I used to be like, but my mind is too badly damaged to return." Catra shakes her head.
"We can do it."
"You can't," Adora sounds so certain when she says that. "Shadow Weaver... She's so far in my head. All I can hear is her. The Horde brainwashes all of it's soldiers, I know that, but... it's all I know, all I was raised to think and feel. I think I've started believing the gospel they've been spreading. Eradicate the Rebellion. That's my mission. Without it... Who am I?"
"You're Adora, dingus, so stop talking about dying and start remembering," Catra says. There's a horrible moment of silence. Ususally Adora has some snarky remark, but there's nothing. She sits there in silence, her eyes on the ground.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Adora asks. It's probably the worst question she could ever ask Catra. "Why won't you kill me now?"
"I don't want you dead," Catra answers. She never has. Even when Adora has been awful, even when she has said the most hateful things imaginable. Catra remembers too well. She remembers her best friend who was kind, and soft, and caring, and who protected Catra. She loves Adora, so she really never could kill her.
"You thought about it though," Adora says, her head lifting. "I saw it... in your eyes... you considered swiping your claws across my throat."
"I'm considering doing that now if you keep talking shit," Catra huffs, unseriously. This, weirdly, manages to make Adora smile a little.
"Let me go, Catra," Adora whispers. "Please... or kill me... just... don't leave me here." Catra doesn't respond. She finds it hard to look at Adora now, to hear her plea for such things... It's so unlike her. "Do you remember those times we spent together?" Adora asks. "In the dark of our room."
"You mean your room," Catra responds coolly.
"And your room, when you got promoted," Adora says. Catra finally looks up again and sees not malice on Adora’s face, but genuine reflection. Her pale blue eyes become more alert when she sees she has managed to capture Catra’s attention once again.
"Why... Why did you..." Catra struggles to find the appropriate words to what it was that she truly wanted to ask. She was also too afraid to find the right words and to hear Adora’s answer.
"Why did I do it?" Adora asks. "Sleep with you?" Catra swallows and then nods. "Because... I wanted to," Adora says. "Because... you meant something to me."
"You wanted to own me," Catra says. "Whenever we... it was possession."
"It wasn't," Adora says. Catra gives her a look. "Okay, maybe it was a little, but it was also more than that. Catra... I know that I changed, I know that Shadow Weaver made me... angry... she changed me, but I do have genuine feelings for you."
"You do?" Catra asks, raising an eyebrow. "As in the present tense?" Adora looks away at that.
"Can you let me out for a little amount of time?" Adora asks. Catra really probably shouldn't, and she's not sure what possesses her to do it, but she stands and makes her way to the chair that Adora was so tightly bound down to. Catra starts unbuckling the straps. She has plenty of time to go back on this, but she just can't. She's here. She's committed. She's going to let Adora out.
Once the bindings are undone, Adora rubs her wrists, which were red with irritation. She looks up at Catra in amazement, and Catra knows she's probably thinking the same thing Catra is thinking: what the fuck?
Adora stands and Catra finds herself backing away towards the back of the hut. Adora pursues, but her steps are non-threatening, she is simply following Catra’s lead. "I enjoyed it," Catra admits as she leans against a sort of countertop. Adora stands in front of her. "Our... moments together. I enjoyed them."
"I know you did," Adora says, her hands land on Catra’s hips and she looks at her, quizzical. "You couldn't fake that kind of pleasure."
"I didn't like it because you made me cum, Adora," Catra says. She feels it. That magnetic attraction that's always been between them. It's there now, drawing them both together. Always together. "I liked it because it was you." Catra speaks that 'you' with all the emotion she feels for Adora. All the heartbreak she has felt. All the love. All the longing. Everything. Nothing has quite filled her up and emptied her than Adora.
Adora is tall, taller than Catra anyway, and she is pure muscle, seems she's been working out more since Catra last saw her, and even as grimy and bloody as she is, Catra has never wanted her more. She has always wanted Adora. She doesn't know how to stop wanting her. Adora leans in, their lips brush, but she doesn't close the distance quite yet. Catra’s breath becomes laboured as she lifts her hand to the back of Adora’s neck. "I'm no good for you, Catra," Adora whispers, and then she kisses her.
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akir3-is-tir3d · 2 years
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Here is a kind of AU with Evil Adora/Despara.
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DON'T REPOST WITHOUT CREDITS
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ladylazuli97 · 4 years
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Say goodbye to the light, the darkness grows
What would have happened if Shadow Weaver had wiped Adora's mind in S1? Will our hero remember who she is or will she succumb to the darkness? Find out on my fic Despara.
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redsam121 · 3 years
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based on the fanfic by @monokub-cat-ra
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rinniiart · 1 year
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Rediscovery
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|Devil I know|
The call was insistent, until Despara gave in to the call and went to the whispering woods.
Catra thought this was a cruel joke, Etheria still chose Adora, even now, to be its champion. History was repeating itself and Adora would leave her again.
Despara was unimpressed with She-ra and refused to use her. She didn't need a princess, she had an army.
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therodrigator6 · 4 years
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DESPARA, SHE-RA’S EVIL COUNTERPART
I saw a really nice drawing someone did of Despara, and I was like DESPARA?????? And I googled it, and I loved it, and I had to draw that shit
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cuuppeli · 4 years
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I’ve been consumed by the She-ra fandom and I recently found out about Despara and the more I think about it, the more I want to write a fanfic, but in the meanwhile, I drew these.
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navidoll · 10 months
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she's going off the deep end
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