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Reblogging this because the first time I saw this it made me do a spit take. sh*t is fun AF. Hope it makes others giggle too. 

Sim, as always keep up the good work and remember “Have Fun With It”

Yep… I will never draw Horde Prime, at least not in this pose, ever again… god I draw his hair(?) 8 times and it still doesnt feel right … but fk it

“Are you comfortable, your majesty?” Horde Prime asked as he approached the dining table.

Calmly taking the head of the table looked to his two guests with a smile that belied his true nature. 

It struck Glimmer with just how amiable he was being. Like a cat playing with its food. She was terrified with how fitting there meeting was taking place in a dining hall.

“I strive to treat my guests well,” The young queen looked over to her other dinning companion. Adora wasn’t as shaken as she was, or if she was she hide it well under her stoic expression she typically wore.

Prime continued on, “I believe we can learn a great deal from one another.”

His clones presented dishes to all three at the table. 

Prime just watched with silent amusement. 

The constant hum of the spaceship they were in was the only thing preventing the silence from becoming oppressive. 

Glimmer could only look at her the food before her. It was some gelatinous cube. With Prime holding all the cards right now she did the only thing she could at the moment. 

She took a spoonful and tired to eat it. 

She couldn’t get more than a few chews in before Prime spoke up. 

“Ah~” He purred, “Enjoyable yes?”

He explained to the two, shifting his focus to Adora as he spoke “Its a delicacy from a distant world.” 

“Light years away from here.” The blond hadn’t really moved from her spot. 

“It was very much like Etheria,” Glimmer stopped eating and her back straightened.

Knowing he had their full attention his smile grew wider, “This dish is incredibly rare,” he lifted his had as if he was presenting the food as a gift. 

“As that world no longer exists.” And the other boot dropped. 

As calm and as generous as Prime was presenting himself to be. Sitting right in front of the young queen, on a silver platter, was proof of exactly what Prime was capable of. He was able to talk about a planet he destroyed over a meal like one would talk about some trivial fact to friends.

Those implications of just who Prime really was twisted Glimmer’s stomach. She dropped her spoon, it clattering on the table. She covered her mouth in horror. 

Her breathing was short jumping from one quick breath to the next. 

Prime for his part pretended he didn’t notice the look of horror on the young queen’s face. 

His grin was still there as asked, “Seconds?”

“No,” Gaining what control she could over herself Glimmer objected, “No thank you.”

“Speaking of Etheria,” The ever twisted host continued with his charade, “You must miss it terribly.”

“Would you like to see your home world now?” He asked. The empathy in his voice was like blacken oil to her ears. 

With a snap of his fingers the wall behind him lit up in a kaleidoscope of separate screens.

True to his word Prime presented Etheria to his dinner guests. On each screen was some form of desolation. From innocent families running to safety, to princesses and resistance doing their best to fight off Prime’s bots. 

“Why are you doing this?” Glimmer asked, tears at the edge of her eyes.

“Every rebellion forms around a leader,” He informed. “A beacon of hope.” 

He turned his head to a screen changing to a different feed. “That little note of discord.”

 “Ah1″ he purred again, “Here she is.” Stretching out his arm presenting the new feed as condescending as possible. “Your beacon of hope.”  

“Catra,” On the screen was the magicat running as best she could from the danger chasing her. 

Glimmer watched on feeling hopeless. Adora for her part finally reacted. Her fists clenched popping under the strain.

“She-Ra.” He snarled the word, “A nuisance that must be purged in order to bring peace to Etheria.”

They all watched as Catra fought off what bots she could before she got blasted and knocked off balance. 

“Stop!” Glimmer pleaded. 

The feed, that had taken up the full wall at this point, had frozen on a surrounded Catra.

“Don’t hurt her.” She asked.

Seeing how the horde clones had gotten in the defensive stance ready for anything she would try, she quickly had to justify her outburst.

“You-you want to use the weapon right?” He didn’t say anything so she continued, “You need all the princesses!”

“And-and that includes She-Ra. Without her the heart of Etheria is useless.”

“You can’t hurt her,” Her face twisted in anguish as if the idea of Catra being hurt was enough to hurt herself as well. 

Prime merely leaned his chin on the back of his hand. “Very well.”

“This has been most illuminating.” Confidently he boasted, “Thank you, Glimmer. I do look forward to more of our conversations.” 

While he spoke the clones from earlier began to clear the table of the first coarse, “But for now eat up.”  

For the first time Adora speaks up.

“What was that Little Sister?” Prime inquires.

“I said it is strange seeing this from the outside.” The blond repeats.

“And what exactly are you seeing from the outside?” He is genuinely curious, as Adora hasn’t been this bold as to speak out against him sense she boarded the ship.

“Seeing Catra’s safety being used against someone for their compliance.”

“Ah~ Yes.” He nods in faux interest, “I nearly forgot that you care for Catra just as much as Glimmer does.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She tries to hide her snarl.

“But of coarse it does.” His condescending purr was back, “Elevated heart rate. Dilated pupils. Catra means something to you.”

He leaned closer to her examining her, taking her apart and seeing what lies beneath. The warlord smirks at what he finds. 

“My feelings don’t matter.” 

He sighs with a shrug, “I suppose they don’t-”

“You’re going to lose.” 

It was spoken so flatly that everyone in the room stopped to process what she did. 

When her words registered Prime’s mask slipped, his smile he wore all meal changing to a snarl.

“What was that?” 

She turned to him, steel in her eyes. “You are going to lose.”

Prime growled at that. He actually growled at that. 

“A-adora,” Glimmer wanted to be hopeful. But, she also knew that they couldn’t be so brazen. 

Against her plea, Adora continued. “You are going to lose, because you are underestimating Catra.”

“How so?” He asked, glaring at her. “In what way could I be underestimating her?”

“You called her a nuisance. She is more than that.” 

The blond pushes her chair back to stand up. Walking closer to Prime but not looking at him but past him.

She nods to the screens, “I bet your bots already failed to catch her. Probably just scraps by now.” 

The screen turns on when he directs his attention to it. 

A good portion of the screens before remain dark. The few still on she the rebellion to safety.

“Told you,” she smirks at Prime. 

He is up before she can react. Arm outstretched, hand on her throat. 

“You insolent-” 

“Problem Prime?” She tries. 

“Your delusional mind for one. They are just delaying the inevitable. I have an armada invading Etheria.  It is that small band of resistance against the planet.”

“Doesn’t matter. You will still lose.”

His grip tightens cutting off her air ways. 

She grabs his forearm pulling it away from her enough to breathe. 

“The world has always been against Catra. And she has always come out on top. So your bots mean nothing to Catra.” 

His grip tightens again causing her to struggle to breath.

“You aren’t the first to try and bring her down.”

“Sh-shadow Weaver.”

“Hord-ACH.”

His grip tightens further in an attempt to stop her from speaking.

She just smiles a devil may care smile “Y-y-you.”

“You will be just another obstacle in her way.” 

“Enough of this!” Prime shouts as he tosses her over the table into the opposite wall. Knocking her out.