#spacebats

[cirusthecitrus]

"Horde Prime was said to have two heads"

You know what, lemme bring my old sketches back, cause lord knows i wasnt annoying enough about this lil piece of wiki trivia about filmation Prime (literally the more i learn about the 80s HP the more insane I get about my Kur Twins au cause how does this fact fits it so perfectly)

Basically, this idea is an AU for an AU, where Horde Prime's backstory is the same except for the fact that he and his brother are conjoined twins Since in this version the boys look exactly like their planet's local deity (also known as The Comet Brothers) they were worshipped since day 1 and the religious community didn't even need to convince people that they were truly the ones. In this story Anillis and Hec-Tor actually believed in their divine origins and feared to be proven wrong, because if they're no saints then they're just... strange kids, a burden to their community, unlovable defects. They were certain that they had no other choice but to embrace sainthood

So they gladly played along and were exploited by the high priests until a massive investigation was conducted that proved to the world that the boys had no godly powers and thus couldn't be real protectors of Krytis. Feeling useless, lost, humiliated and unwanted, Anillis and Hec-Tor wished to be seperated for the first time in their entire life. Thus came the idea of making new perfect bodies for both of them. It took them way longer than in the og backstory, but in the end, they succeeded. The problem was - they didn't like being in seperate bodies. After decades of sharing a life and a body, such huge change felt weird, unpleasant and scary. The brothers had given each other a chance at normalcy but soon rejected it, despite it all

But once they switched back, they discovered that the new bodies could move and speak on their own, that those were not just bodies but fully developed sentient people. It is when it hit them - the brothers had just created life. Their scientific invention could as well be seen as magic. They do have powers, they are saints, they are stars. No, they are better, more powerful than all of the stars in the vast sky. And they shall be treated as such. And they will make Krytis and the rest of the known universe fear and adore them, everyone will pay for ever doubting the brothers and casting them aside. But at first - they still needed a new body. One body for both of them, but this time stronger, more beautiful, more perfect. And of course, they couldn't just leave their new brothers behind too...

The 80s Horde Prime had two heads, the spop Prime's design at some point had four arms. The assymetricall extra eyes, the clones he keeps calling his brothers. It's almost like there's always someone else with HP, unseen entity following him everywhere, a phantom limb that still hurts at times, a part of him that could complete him but is missing. In conclusion, Hec-Tor is real and he's been hunting the narrative even in the 4th dimention (this is in fact a joke) Also, funny enough, this is my only au where I can see Prime changing for the better and not dying in the end, since here they're only a little insane, Anillis and Hec-Tor do keep each other humble after all. It's even possible that the clones are having a slightly better time serving this version of Prime

[edge-lorde]

based on the text post......

[tigerlily340]

Spacebat Geneology Study (sneak peek)

I embarked on a small adventure a few weeks ago to try an explore what species Prime could've picked through to make the current Spacebat model.

Here is the first of many, inspired by the Easter Red Bat aka powdered donut lookin ass babey

And no, this fandom will never leave me~ 😌

[kuurankaiho]

Continuing my collab with the awesome Draculadana on IG. Original post here. (In spite of some similarities, this does not pertain to my Galactic Horde/Light-Bringer AU.)

Horde Prime has summoned his second-in-command Hordak and Hordak’s two Generals to send legions of clones into space conquest. Armored and armed, he will oversee the brethren upon the battlefield. Two attendants are accompanying him everywhere, ready to serve refreshments. They’re however a little surprised at his vehemence. Hordak cannot contain his eagerness to prove himself as a powerful leader and warrior to Prime.

The setting is a (different) Galactic Horde AU before Hordak’s banishment. Prime’s costume and some of the motifs were inspired by Thranduil and LOTR’s elvish designs. Hordak’s armor was adapted from some of my older drawings. Further inspiration has been gained from Masters of the Universe, especially Hordak’s earlier incarnations. We gave him a tech-saber as a symbol of the highest rank to distinguish him from the Generals. Equally their armor and taard s will bear different hues, once colored.

Details:

[imperial-daffodil]

The Emperor's Love - watercolour ink, watercolour, alcohol markers, and pigment ink on paper.

. . . He Weaves, He Makes, He Gives, He Takes.

He Reigns, He Conducts, The Grandest Orchestra of All, That of Perfectly Crafted Dolls.

. . .

I have but a little poem this time, so here is an abstract from a song that I love, it is from Black Math, the song is called Sirens:

"How open is Your empty space I’m moving in We’ll see the end of something unfamiliar I saw your hand You took awhile The cold was crisp I thought your warmth Would break the silence But all I hear are sirens

You take me Far, I’m far from safety Lines where you try to chase me On hollow ground I’m navigating this mystery While I follow you into your history"

. . .

Link to the song under the cut:

[flippingfrogg]

Post Season 5 Hordak, my beloved…. New design to get back unto the swing of things since the semester is over. I love post season 5 Hordak because he has the chance to be happy :)

[yunta0722]

[pennamesmith]

little guys

[wandering-spacebats]

A doodle from the morning

I have a lot of little sketches on old mail XD

For a long while this side blog was just an idea floating in my head. I like to organize, and having a dedicated blog for my spacebat art and ramblings sounded nice, but I've never had a side blog before so I held off. Now seems as good a day as any to start the adventure <3

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Club Galactic

So, coming across someone’s art of a hungover Hordak made me think of an old fic of mine for one of the Entrapdak Months.  It’s not like he’s a victim of the booze in it (she is), but he and Entrapta do, for the prompt of “Going Out” visit a nightclub for Horde-clones.  I felt like posting it.  I don’t think I’ve posted it on this particular blog.  It’s short and can be found as part of a collection on A03 - Every Overlord Needs a Mad Scientist  Club Galactic Hordak was trying to figure out the sequence of events that had brought him to this place.  His ears were straight against his skull, an expression of displeasure.  No amount of flattening could deafen the blaring music.  The lights at the edges of his vision bothered him.  A tendril of purple hair wrapped itself around one wrist. “Come on, let’s dance!”   “And make a fool of myself?”   “Just one dance, please?”  Entrapta begged.  “To tell the truth, I’m not much for it all either, but participation is vital to the social experiment!”   “Very well.” “It’ll also be an excellent opportunity to see how your new armor holds up!”   Hordak had been essentially forbidden from wearing battle-armor that enhanced his strength to particularly inhuman levels after the end of the war, but Entrapta had been crafting for him a series of form-fitting armors that served as mobility-aids.  They went well with – and appeared to be to the untrained eye to be - ordinary clothing, if a bit on the designer-side.  The power crystals were embedded into joints that deft feline-claws could not get into and so the large crystal etched with the word “LUVD” hung around the former warlord’s neck on a golden chain.   Hordak’s slinky dress was long enough to almost brush the floor.  Entrapta, for her part, was dressed in a smart little tuxedo with a tiny top-hat perched upon the top of one ponytail.  They both looked the part for this club.  The aesthetic of the place was something that Etherians had labeled “Gothic” and the garb people wore here was quite expressive.   Most of the crowd was made up of spacebats. “One dance,” Hordak grumbled.  “Then your promise to Kadroh will be fulfilled and we can leave.”   Entrapta giggled.  “A dance, some drinks and some tiny food!”   “Alright, then.”  Hordak looked around.  He almost ran into a deer-man with a large rack of antlers that had been painted black.  The deer was shuffling with a spacebat-partner.  Now that he took the time to notice, Hordak saw that Entrapta was the only human here. Every other club-goer was one of his kind or a member of Etheria’s beast-folk.   Entrapta started to dance, but seemed like she was unsure how.  She looked out at others in the crowd and began to imitate them – awkwardly. Hordak followed suit, timing a shuffling of his elbows and his feet to the beats he heard in the music.   “This place… is popular…” he stated.  “It seems that Kadroh is doing well for himself.” The clone formerly known as “Wrong Hordak” had been trying many things in terms of finding his identity and things to do after the war.  He was very much unlike Hordak in that he was a rather gregarious sort.  As an extension of this and of the cooking hobby he’d discovered, he’d started a nightclub.  He’d found an old industrial-building that was still standing in a town that had been bombed out during the war and had turned it into a party-hub for Horde-clones and Etherians alike.  The club catered especially to the spacebats because others struggled to understand their preferences.  For instance, this was one of the few establishments where they could get a soured-milk drink, discovered recently by accident and refined through culinary-experimentation.  It had proven to be a bit of an intoxicant for them.  It did nothing for Etherians.  It was also a place where they could get some fairly strong whisky – something that Hordak often had for breakfast.  His kind metabolized alcohol slightly differently than humans did. For him, it was like Entrapta and her coffee.   His own single encounter with coffee was something he did not want to think about.   “You’re moving great!” Entrapta encouraged. “How does it feel?”   Hordak moved with the music and he actually was starting to enjoy himself.  His joints felt fluid.  For emphasis, he spun and dipped.   “Ooh!” Entrapta squealed, clapping her hair-tails, “I’ve never seen you bend down so far!”   She paused and took a pair of champagne-flutes off the tray of a passing server.  She passed one to Hordak and they shuffled off into a corner to sip their drinks and watch the crowd.   “Alright, more than one dance,” Hordak said, grinning.  “Thanks to your armor, I found that quite invigorating.”   “Great!”   His ears flattened again at a discordant note played over the speaker system.  “Although I do find the music to be a bit too loud for my liking.”   “Music?” Entrapta asked, “What music?”   Hordak whipped around, eyes wide. “What?  Are you well, Entrapta?”   “Perfectly.  I just don’t hear any music!  I was just trying to keep up with the others with the dancing, but… it is not customary for people to dance without music.  How does Kadroh get people to do it?  Fascinating…”   “Of course there is music,” Hordak intoned. “You…you don’t hear it?”   “Nope!”   Hordak listened carefully.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the trills and screeches and upon what he could catch of Galactic Hordish lyrics.  It dawned on him.  Of course! “You shall have to work on inventing a hearing-aid-device for yourself to come to this club,” he told her with a smile. “It would seem that the music here is strictly in my language.  The frequencies are beyond your range.  That could explain why the only other Etherians here are certain kinds of beast-folk. Every species has its own limits in perception.” Entrapta quivered in joy, her eyes sparkling in the spinning club-lights.  “Amazing!” She grabbed Hordak by the waist with her hair again and dragged him back to the dance floor.  “We’ll have to stay here all night!  So much data to collect!  So much study to be done! I’m the ultimate unbiased outside-observer! Eeeee!”   More dances were shared, more observations done and more drinks were downed.  After that, another limit to Entrapta was discovered, that, unfortunately, of her ability to metabolize alcohol.   Hordak carried her to their skiff.  The next morning was spent with the two of them in one of the bathrooms of Dryl, Hordak holding back her beautiful purple hair as she unloaded the remains of everything she’d eaten the night before into a commode.  He rubbed her back and whispered sweet nothings to her, having not changed out of his armor, experiencing a rare role-reversal in who took care of whom.   They didn’t have any plans to go to Club Galactic again.    

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

What happens when it does become relevant to someone’s interest?  What happens when you find some other little weirdo?  

[edge-lorde]

Trick or treat? 👉👈

[kuurankaiho]

Flat colors and a shading preview of my collab with the awesome Draculadana on IG. Collab post here. Lineart with explanations here. This is not related to my Galactic Horde AU.

Prime's the mere character shaded so far, but we're super happy with the result!

Other closeups. One of my MOTU Hordak statues provided inspiration for some details, such as the flag. XD

[dearladynightmare]

I absolutely adore this!! Thanks for participating he looks amazing !!

Born to serve - forced to deal with some unstable portal Decided to participate in @kuurankaiho and @dearladynightmare's art challenge :P

[imperial-daffodil]

For @cirusthecitrus - The Kur Twins, Anillis and Hec-Tor, from Violent Youth

A Dream, a Mirror, and a Symphony ♪♫

I love your boys to bits, thank you for letting me draw them - irl could not prevent me from finishing this piece ♪▲ :3

Inspired by this artwork:

[flippingfrogg]

Local merman positively bamboozled to find that his new mate is still very much infatuated with him, even in the light of the surface level.

This AU is the only thing I care about right now.