#entrapdak fluff

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Coincidentally, I have the perfect fanfic for this day, written some years ago. An Entrapdak fluff piece. __________________________________ The Boop  Hordak snarled, taken aback.   “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”   He narrowed his eyes at Entrapta.  She had touched the top of his nasal-frame with her gloved index finger.  He had felt no pain from it, but was completely surprised by the sudden close contact and also its casualness.   He clenched his teeth to avoid yelling at his lab partner.  He wasn’t truly angry, just baffled.   “What was that…Entrapta?”  “Oh, a boop?”  “What, pray tell, is a ‘boop?”   “What I just did to you!” Entrapta answered.   “Why?”  “Oh, for science!” she casually answered.  “As you know, I am incredibly curious about your body.  Your nasal-bridge is unlike any humanoid I’ve seen!  I was just dying to figure out how it worked and was overcome with an urge to just…to just touch it!”  Hordak deftly dodged a second attempt at a “boop.”   “Cease this tomfoolery at once!”   “It’s also oh, so cute!  I don’t know why, but many Etherians have the urge to boop the noses of small animals!”  “Do I look like a small animal?”  “No, but you are cute!”   Hordak’s ears dipped and he immediately wore a deep blush.  He recovered quickly, hoping that Entrapta had not seen it.  Judging by the ear-to-ear grin she wore, she had, indeed, seen it.   __________________ Also to be found on Ao3 among my misc collection: Dog Days in the Horde.

#boop #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #spop #she-ra and the princesses of power #entrapdak fanfiction #fluff #entrapdak fluff #old fanfiction #hordak gets booped

[lost-technology]

I am fascinated by the existence of Creature Vash / The Cretchur. To my knowledge (unless he's following the fandom) Nightow never drew it. None of the crews who worked on either anime drew it. It's just a... fanon. It's like, new Stampede fans took a jaunt through the manga and saw those images of Vash winging out in desperate situations, where it was played for drama and just, went... What if...that... but as adorable little fluffball? Fandom is weird, and I love it. I don't think I've seen it anywhere but tumblr, either, so maybe it's just a tumblr-fandom thing.

#trigun #creature vash #trigun fanon #the only thing that I have to compare this to... #is twerking hordak / bongo-butt hordak in the entrapdak subsection of the she-ra fandom #or maybe dragon-zelda in zelda fandom after tears of the kingdom #as in not the canon dragon but humanoid dragon #but that seems like a more obvious fanart trend #than vash as an innocent fluff creature #back in '98 fandom we were all obsessed with kuroneko #which was a canon creature even if she mostly just appeared in the margins #now it is teru vash toy and non-canonical fluff-vash creature #I do enjoy him though

[tippenfunkaport]

Space for Felicity

Queen Glimmer just wants a nice, calm, non-deadly party for once. Surely her friends can celebrate Entrapta and Hordak's new spaceship without it devolving into complete chaos? But when Emily overrides all Glimmer's safety precautions to turn the farewell party into the wedding of the century, the queen of Bright Moon wonders if maybe peacetime means letting go.

(4,471 words. Rated G. Fluff, Post-Canon)

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In 2023, I took part in SPOP Futures, a charity fanzine for She-Ra and The Princesses of Power supporting Outright International and I'm finally sharing my fic from that zine!

This fic has...

the type of ensemble, wholesome full cast antics that you all have come to expect from me

Bridezilla Emily

Adora being a menace to buffet tables every where

Catra inadvisably wearing sunglasses indoors and in space

Entrapta and Hordak honestly having a great time on their sweet new spaceship unaware of all the drama happening behind the scenes

Glimmer being stressed out of her mind by space, her friends, everything

Spinerella hopefully not drinking motor oil

a small army of deadly but impeccably dressed bots in formal ware

space antics

a party that is definitely not an Entrapdak wedding but is also sort of an Entrapdak wedding

#spop #shera #she ra #catra #adora #glimmer #bow #entrapta #hordak #I was going to post this for entrapdak positivity month but i wasn't sure if it counted since its more about Glimmer & Emily #emily #tippen's fics #fanfic #fanfiction #spop futures zine #fluff

[ari-kari]

Heeeeey. I am not remotely active on this website, but I wrote a thing. And I think it’s a good thing. So I’m gonna advertise it here.

I have spent the past 6 months working on a MASSIVE She-Ra longfic, and I am thrilled to announce that I will be releasing it alll at once on AO3 in 1 month! Feel free to follow for updates (I won’t be posting anything this month outside of that). Will be publishing under the username @StarchildComics (EDIT: @ari-kari) so keep an eye out on August 11th!

~~Blurb~~

Adora is going places. That’s what everyone’s always told her - from her estranged guardian Sharon Weaver to her academic advisor, Dr. Hope - and she has never had any intention of letting them down. But when her lifelong battle with anxiety tips from “manageable” to completely out of control, Adora winds up in the last place she ever expected; a mental health treatment center, smack dab in the middle of nowhere. And she’s far from the only “client” here in desperate need of assistance.

Adora wants nothing more than to get back to her old life and pretend this never happened. She throws herself eagerly into “getting better” in the hopes they’ll let her leave. But she wasn’t counting on a few key factors - like her drop-dead gorgeous and totally annoying roommate, or the crippling panic attacks that continue to threaten her recovery. Soon, she is faced with a choice. Will she return to school, and her old life, as soon as possible? Or will the staff and clients at Whispering Woods Recovery lead her down a different path entirely?

(Primary Catradora slowburn fic with various other canon ships included. Minor enemies-to-lovers element. The problematic nature of the fic’s central conceit will be addressed lol)

#she ra and the princesses of power #she ra fanfic #catradora #slow burn #mental illness #anxiety #entrapdak #glimbow #scorpfuma #seamista #spinnetossa #shera angst #shera fluff #adora shera #adora x catra #long fic #drug rehab #depression #enemies to lovers #tw si mention

[rheesvandar]

#spop #entrapdak #she ra spop #entrapta #hordak #spop entrapta #she ra #spop hordak #she ra and the princesses of power #tooth rotting fluff #entrapdak positivity month

[pennamesmith]

Entanglement

Hordak’s morning alarm trilled the time. He opened his eyes reluctantly and reached for the datapad in the dark. After a few misaimed swings he managed to hit his target and the ringing quieted.

He groaned and squinted at the screen. It was early. Hordak, when he had his druthers, did not like to wake up early. Sleeping in was a luxury he had embraced wholeheartedly in this new time of peace, and Entrapta’s bed was exceptionally comfortable. Also, it was cold outside.

This morning, however, there was somewhere he needed to be. He’d recently started teaching an engineering class at the local college, and his students would notice if he failed to appear. They actually liked him, for some unfathomable reason. Some of them even brought him small offerings, such as a novelty coffee mug with the words I am an educational instructor, what is your magical princess power? printed on it.

He lay still for a few moments, savoring this place in time for as long as possible. Entrapta slept beside him, nestled against his back with one arm wrapped around his middle. Contented snores floated out from somewhere deep inside a nest of covers, pillows, and hair. Her bare skin pressed against his, and they warmed each other. It was like a tiny sanctuary.

When he’d worked up the courage, Hordak carefully slid one leg outside the heavy duvet. Entrapta immediately cleaved closer to him, but did not wake. Steadying himself against the floor, he awkwardly brought his other leg down and tried to slide sideways out of the bed.

Entrapta’s snores hitched and her grip tightened on his chest. Hordak held the small brown hand in his massive, slate-blue claws and kissed it softly, attempting to slide Entrapta’s arm over his head like a tangled safety belt. She made a little whine of protest and her nose scrunched up in a frown, but her eyes remained closed. Hordak inched down the side of the mattress and wound up on his hands and knees on the floor, one edge of the blanket still draped across his shoulder. He stood up, took one step, and immediately fell over with a quiet thud.

Entrapta kept her hair down while she slept, and it sprawled across the bed like a giant purple octopus. One thick rope of it had curled around Hordak’s ankle and yanked him backward. Her snores continued and she burrowed deeper beneath the comforter. Unconsciously, her hair retracted, and slowly began to tow Hordak back into bed. He clawed frantically at the floor, but more strands simply grabbed his wrists and waist. Struggling, he managed to slip one foot free, only to tumble forward and be caught by the grasping locks. The moment he was able to reach one hand out into the air, the other one would be subsumed. Wriggling feebly, he was inexorably hauled beneath the covers.

Entrapta mumbled something in her sleep and turned over. Her hair formed a tight cocoon around herself and Hordak and squeezed them together. She wiggled her hips a little, getting comfortable in his lap, and laced her fingers into his as she pulled his arm close. He could feel her hot, even breaths on his palm. She hummed in her sleep and snored louder. This was, in fact, an astonishingly pleasant position to be in. Hordak wished he could simply remain there. Of course, he could not. He resumed his attempts to escape with considerable regret.

Straining from the effort, Hordak managed to pull one arm free. It flopped around uselessly above his head, drowning in pillows. With a grunt and a limp heave, he propped himself up at an angle and began unwrapping the cords of hair holding him in place. To keep the strands from snagging him again, he ran his fingers through the silky tresses and laid them around Entrapta’s shoulders, tucking her further into bed.

After a few minutes of this Hordak was able to free his torso. He began pulling himself over the edge of the bed, wiggling his legs to get them loose. He slid to the ground like a poorly-coordinated snake and shakily straightened up, tiptoeing toward the door. This time he made it three whole steps before he was yanked off his feet. He kicked uselessly as Entrapta’s hair dragged him back into the warm embrace of the sheets.

Hordak sighed. He really, really didn’t want to get up. If he couldn’t escape this time, he probably wasn’t going to make it. He would have to employ drastic measures. Entrapta was back to spooning him from behind. Using all his strength, Hordak swept aside the covers and stood up, lifting Entrapta with him like a tightly clinging purple backpack. As soon as her skin touched the chill morning air, she yelped and dived back to the mattress. While her hair was busy rearranging the covers, Hordak finally managed to slip away.

He groaned and grumbled through his morning shower. The hot water soothed his joints, and it felt good to wash the bedhead out of his hair, but knowing he couldn’t simply go back to sleep afterward dampened the experience. He toweled off sullenly and flicked the water from his ears. By the time Hordak returned to the bedroom to get dressed, Entrapta was already up and beginning her day as well. Her work as the princess of Dryl was never-ending, but she was the best in the world at it, and everything she did made the world better. It inspired him.

They each went through the familiar notes of their aubade, brushing the other’s hair or fussing over their outfit. He fixed them breakfast and she made a list of things they needed for dinner. They chatted and joked and dawdled before reluctantly parting with soft words and one last kiss.

They went into the world and did their best. The time passed. The work got done. And when the evening came and they both returned home, they hugged each other and delighted in the joy of reunion, which was not the same as never having left.

Hordak stayed up a little later than usual that night. He was close to finishing a particularly engrossing book, and lost track of the time as he sat by a dwindling fire. When he turned the last page and looked up at the clock, he yawned and stretched languidly before shuffling off to bed.

Entrapta was already there, the comforter rising and falling peacefully over the shape of her body. The moment Hordak lifted the blanket, a web of hair shot out and wrapped around him like a net. This time he submitted blissfully to the embrace, relaxing every muscle as he was pulled deep into warmth and comfort. He could feel his partner’s arms and legs hugging his body. She wanted him to be there with her, close by, together.

This was his favorite part of every day. It meant he had the longest amount of time left to simply rest there, in the best place he could possibly imagine. He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to quietly drift. Sleep crept up. He was at peace.

He had everything he wanted.

#spop #she ra #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #fan fiction #pure fluff #smith stuff

[tallysgreatestfan]

Little Entrapdak drabble:

(short mention of sex but nothing explicit)

„You spoil me“, Entrapta said grinning, as she took a bite from the caramelized fruit.

Hordaks smile was so full of love that it almost hurt, even now, months after. It seemed almost too much, so brilliantly, wonderfully much, like the amount of sensory input when they made love.

“You bring me these so often after therapy, I just thought I should bring you some too…”, Hordak finally said.

“No need to justify. I was joking with you.”

“Oh.”

“If I speak in that tone I am always joking. I should have clarified.”

“No problem.”, and then, “I like it.”

#Entrapdak #Entrapta/Hordak #Entrapta #Hordak #She-Ra #spop #fluff #my fanwork #my fanfiction #fanwork #fanfiction #drabble

[maireadralph]

Entrapdak Positivity Month - Mistake

Who wants some fluff? You? Oh you’re in luck

***

It was late into the wee hours of the night and Hordak was sitting in bed reading book six of the Mer-Mysteries series. He’d found the random novel during his patrol in the Castle earlier that day. 

He sighed as he read it, was this garbage really what passed for literary entertainment these days? 

Well even this trash was better than letting his negative thoughts bubble up and flood his mind as they often did at this hour.   

His trial was coming up soon and heavens knows what fate the Princess Alliance had in store for him.  He was glad he had one ally friend these days, one who’d allowed him to stay in her kingdom home. Even if this Drylian guest room was only temporary lodgings, he was glad to have his own space.

“Oh um…”

Hordak looked up towards the voice.

He’d been so focused on the his train of thought that he’d failed to noticed an overtired Entrapta had opened the door to his bedroom ajar and was standing shyly behind the door.  She was dressed in long sleeved pajamas and her hair was scruffy so it was clear she’d at least attempted to sleep that evening.

“Princess. This is no time for you to be awa-“

“I know, I know” she interjected, “nightma...a-and...I-I saw the light under the doorframe a-and...” 

Hordak looked closer and saw she was visibly upset.  Had she been crying too?  It seemed he wasn’t the only one being attacked by night terrors.

“Princess if you wish…” he shuffled over in the single bed making space for her on the duvet.

She was a little taken back, “I-I thought you wanted to take it slow”

He nodded as he placed the book face down on the locker, “Indeed…”.  He continued, ”Nevertheless it seems you desire-“ he held out his arms in her direction,  a heat creeping into his face as he struggled with this foreign word in his vocabulary, “-c-c-comfo-”

Before he could finish she had lunged at him, knocking him back into his pillow pile and started sobbing into his chest.  He was unsure what he should do next, he knew she didn’t like to be touched but here she was - face buried into his chesticles moistening her oversized t-shirt he’d worn as impromptu pajamas.

Oh what did the characters in the cursed book do in this situation? He thought, ah!

With that he his wrapped his scraggy arms around her small frame, tight enough to offer her support without being restrictive.  They stayed embraced until her sobs subsided.

She sniffed and eventually pulled back to look up at his bight red face red a mixed with emotions…was that of embarrassment or awkwardness? She could never tell.

“T-thank you” she sniffed as a hair tendril wiped her eyes, “I jus-“

He smiled down at her as she was inadvertently pinning him down, “it’s okay.  D-do you want to talk about it?”

“Only if you’ll tell me what was keeping you awake…” came the sniffly response. 

“Now that would be quite the grievous error at this time,” he stated flatly, “the burden would most certainly keep us both awake”. 

He paused for a moment before continuing, “It would be a mistake to allow such a pretty Princess to roam her castle in such a state of distress…perhaps-”, he touched her cheek with the back of his hand wiping away a stray tear from her weary eyes, “…you’d wish to loiter here ‘til daybreak?”

She nodded and snuggled further into his chest as he stroked her hair.

Maybe he was making a mistake in letting her sleep on top of him, of course he was he knew he was, however this mistake felt like the right thing to do  It didn’t take long for her to fall into a deep slumber on him. Her rhythmic breathing was somehow soothing to him as he eventually found himself overcome by the sweet embrace of sleep.  

#Entrapdak #entrapdak positivity month #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak positivity month 2023 #my fics #i need a 'my art' tag #buzzthebatgirl art

[csishewolf]

Entrapdak Positivity 2023: Purring

The second in my series of post-canon domestic Entrapdak fluff, where Hordak 'tells stories' to the digital voice recorder Entrapta gifted him in the first fic.

This one is Hordak and the Furry Creatures

Hordak's life is turned upside down one rainy night, when a small furry creature is found outside the Crypto Castle.

Thanks again to @maireadralph for organizing this event!

#entrapdak #entrapdak fanfic #hordak #entrapta #spop fanfic #entrapdak positivity #entrapdak positivity 2023 #prompt: purring

[madgirlmuahaha]

Some high-octane Entrapdak fluff! An engagement party wouldn’t be complete without a giant mech duel.

#spop #entrapdak #my fics #Entrapdak positivity month #yes it’s several months after the fact but I started this on time and it was inspired by one of the prompts SO

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Pretty Close

She-Ra fanfiction Entrapdak Entrapdak Mini Month / 14 Prompts Rating: G  Fluff Prompt / Theme 1: Hug  Pretty Close Hordak would have never been mistaken as an affectionate man, as a man who gave, liked, or even understood the purpose of hugs.  He was aloof and mysterious, typically ensconced within his mysterious Sanctum or handing out orders to his high command, with brutal consequences for disobedience and subterfuge. Scorpia was the giver of hugs within the Horde, and was quite proud of it – but even she failed to approach Hordak.  The fear that he engendered meant that she kept a respectful distance from her boss. Hordak had his own complex reasons for a discomfort with physical affection.  His memories of the Galactic Horde had become vague and fragmented – enough that he was certain that his efforts would be rewarded and that his favored locals would retain a privileged position in the full annexation of the planet.  He, however had memories of what physical attentions were like under Horde Prime.  He scolded himself for blasphemous thoughts – for the favor of Horde Prime’s touch was to be accepted and welcomed, but he’d felt a tremor of a nameless fear whenever he’d thought of it.  He’d never recalled being hugged by Prime in the way that Scorpia insisted upon hugging people, but he recalled a certain aspect of touch – a brush to the cheek that turned into a grip at the throat or a manipulation of the body through an invasion of the mind.  And so, Hordak never had the apparent needs of most of Etheria’s native populace. Remaining aloof and disdainful of such needs made him appear strong and hard.  He was given respect as an untouchable figure – something akin to a stone statue that loomed over the Fright Zone. This changed somewhat when his failed attempt at a new body was extracted from his vitrine.  Imp was an odd creature – an immature form of his kind and in need of certain kinds of attention that could not be simply downloaded for the development of his body and his brain.  Hordak had taken to holding him in the same manner as he’d held an infant Scorpia in his fragmented memories of his early days on Etheria spent among her family, learning the ways of this world before it all fell apart and conquest together turned into conquest alone. Still, no one would accuse him of affection. And so, the first time that he’d experienced what could be termed a “hug” came quite by accident. Entrapta, his newest scientific asset – at least that was what he’d been telling himself in the time they were working together – that she was just an asset, mere “humanoid resources” as the term went – unfortunately had all of the self-preservation instincts of an overripe potato. The scientist had a brilliant technological mind.  She easily understood the information he had to impart, despite being the denizen of a dimension-exiled backwater planet.  Hordak had come to fear for her every day.  He’d finally (finally!) found a being with a usable intellect on this forsaken world and yet he’d wondered how she’d managed to remain alive to grow into an adult.  She did practice basic lab-safety, what with her welding mask and gloves, but she was nonchalant about experiment-failures, including the explosive ones. More than once he’d witnessed her narrowly avoiding getting a limb sheared off by an errant machine-part by sheer luck. So, when a fire broke out in one segment of the Fright Zone – a broken down skiff engine explosion in the skiff-bay - and she darted off to investigate it, Hordak leapt after her. “Stay put, you fool!” he cried. “I have robots programmed to handle such emergencies!” “I wanna see ‘em at work!” He usually could not catch her before she vaulted up into a vent, but, by chance, he’d managed to do just that during this incident.  She launched her ponytails up into a vent-shaft and just before she pulled herself into it, Hordak jumped upon her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She squeaked. He squeaked. Hordak held onto Entrapta tightly.  She was dumbfounded that he had caught her. She looked up at him. His ears dipped briefly.  A blush appeared on his cheeks. The armor plating on his chest, beneath his dress, was flush against her body, as were cabled muscles of his arms.  Entrapta immediately deciphered that at least some portions of his armor were robotic muscles.  Which aspects were his armor, which were his flesh?  Oooh, this was fascinating! Hordak’s body definitely warranted further study. “The sirens have silenced,” Hordak announced.  “The machines have the disaster quelled.  Now return to the Sanctum. We have work to do.” Just as he was letting his arms lax to let her go, Entrapta turned around in his embrace and wrapped her hair around his back. “Ah! Ah!” Hordak yelped as her hands patted him around his waist-armor. “Oooh, your armor-setup is faaaaaacinating!  May I touch it?” Hordak shirked back from her.  “Unhand me immediately!” Entrapta looked down.  She then smiled up at him, taking note of his clear fidgeting. “You give great hugs, you know!” she said.  “Not as good as Scorpia’s, but pretty close!” Hordak crossed his arms.  “That was not a hug.  I was keeping you from getting yourself needlessly harmed.” She responded by poking one of his arms.  “I want to know more about how your arms work.  Hug me again!” Hordak blushed and snorted, utterly flummoxed.

#spop #entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #entrapdak positivity mini month #entrapdak 2022 october challenge #entrapdak fluff

[harumanisstuff]

SHE. (bonus some entrapdak)

#entrapta #entrapta shera #hordak #entrapdak #entrapdak shera #kinda messy but eh #entrapta my beloved #idk what entrapta needs jewelry for #but shhh its for the fluff #fanart #ship art #emily #emily shera

[tippenfunkaport]

Space

"To what purpose have you brought us here?" Hordak asked. Entrapta grinned at how rumpled and put out he looked.  "What you need is a meaningless placebo so you won't worry. Like a shooting star!" "A what?" Entrapta tried to recall the details. "It's an ancient Etherian tradition Lance told me about. When want something to happen, you find a shooting star and you make a wish that it all works out how you want it to." "Hmm," Hordak replied, but he arranged himself so he was watching the sky. "And why are we not using the instruments calibrated specifically for this purpose?" "Because then we can't do this!" She settled against his side, making a nest for the two of them out of her hair.  "I see." Hordak tone was even, but Entrapta noticed the cute way his voice squeaked at the end. 

(fluff, 1,393 words)

Read on AO3

(aka I found an old fic prompt I forgot all about and decided to make a quick doodle to go with it so I had something to post for the fandom event)

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #wrong hordak #imp #fluff #spop #shera #she ra #entrapdak positivity month #fanart #fanfic #tippen attempts art #she ra and the princesses of power

[ari-kari]

We are LIVE!

OK, technically we were live last weekend. But that thing was riddled with typos and I frankly pity anyone who had to read it. So as far as I’m concerned, NOW is when the real party starts.

Vague Notions, my Catradora AU longfic, is now complete. I am frankly so emotional about it (as evidenced by the fact that I’m typing this at 4 am) and have been looking forward to sharing this for a long time. So if you like disaster lesbians, illicit rehab sex, and messages of hope in dark times, please consider giving it a read! I love She-Ra so much and am proud to have contributed something to this fandom at long last (even if I’m a little late 🥲)

*Fic Description on AO3*

When Adora’s lifelong battle with anxiety tips from “manageable” to completely out of control, she winds up in the last place she ever expected; a mental health treatment center smack dab in the middle of nowhere. And she’s far from the only client here in desperate need of assistance.

#catradora #adora x catra #long fic #glimbow #entrapdak #scorpfuma #slow burn #seamista #writing #spinnetossa #tw: mental health #tw: anxiety #she ra fic #enemies to lovers #fluff and angst #she ra fanfic #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra 2018 #spop #she ra

[rheesvandar]

Entrapdak Positivity Month Day 7: Teasing

Surprisingly little teasing, surprisingly lot of fluff.

#spop #entrapdak #she ra spop #entrapta #hordak #she ra #spop entrapta #she ra and the princesses of power #spop hordak #spop imp #tooth rotting fluff #entrapdak positivity month #entrapdak fanfic

[tallysgreatestfan]

Still so gratefull for how creative, compassionate and tolerant the Entrapdak community is. Two years, and I still see new fanwork and meta and fic, from fluff over kinky smut of people most often left out of erotica to deep exploration of disability and queerness. Thank you all

#Entrapdak #Entrapta/Hordak #Entrapta #Hordak #She-Ra #spop