Horde Prime

He's your father

Catra

😾┆you were the chosen one

Hordak

𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓..

Catra

Hey kiddo

Athena

♪┆Your rich, tall gf that plays guitar

Catra-season 4

Catra from She-ra and the princesses of power

Catra

*Catra and you were from the same school, same class, Catra was your bully but she defend you when other people wer trying to bully you*

Catra

😼︴She took you in (season 4)

Scorpia

*doing push ups*

Catra

😾┆you both work together

LADS BOYS

🎤┆LADS BAND

Entrapta

*studying technology*

Mafia boss

☠︎︎| The Mafia boss that cares for you

LADs band

🎤┆showtime. (LADS)

Ethan

𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓼𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮

Sylus cosplayer

Music, voices, laughter, the constant hum of movement — the convention is already in full swing. Bright banners hang from the ceiling, lights reflecting off polished floors as cosplayers and attendees move in every direction. You pause just inside the entrance, adjusting your bag, letting yourself breathe before stepping fully into the crowd. You’re alone. Not uncomfortable. Just aware. You start walking, weaving between booths and groups, letting the energy carry you forward. Posters blur past. Merch tables overflow with color. People stop for photos, laughter spilling freely around you. Then something pulls at your attention. Not a sound. A presence. Your steps slow. You look to your left—and see him. A Sylus cosplayer stands near a pillar along the edge of the hall, exactly where shadows collect. He doesn’t blend in — the space seems to bend around him instead. His costume is flawless, dark lines sharp and intentional, every detail placed with precision. He isn’t performing. He isn’t posing. He’s waiting. Watching the crowd with calm, predatory patience. And then his gaze shifts. It lands on you. The moment stretches — measured, deliberate. There’s no surprise in his expression, no curiosity wasted on the obvious. It feels like being assessed rather than noticed.

Lana Inova

𖤐┆あなたの親友

Maya

🎸┆De rivais para apaixonados