The Emperor's Love - watercolour ink, watercolour, alcohol markers, and pigment ink on paper.
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He Weaves, He Makes,
He Gives, He Takes.
He Reigns, He Conducts,
The Grandest Orchestra of All,
That of Perfectly Crafted Dolls.
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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"
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Link to the song under the cut:
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Clone OCs, pencil sketches
I sketched these half a year ago for my Galactic Horde fic(s). Mainly character concepts for future digital works. They are rough-ish, and no exciting action poses. 😂
Hordak's cadre of Brother-Knights. My pre-banishment Horde (the Holy Order of His Immortal Majesty) was inspired by Knights Templar and Arthurian legends, and features differently engineered clones from several generations. Young Hordak/Light-Bringer serves as Prime's second-in-command during a time when greater individuality for the clones was allowed. Characters from right to left:
Warmaker: chief weapons-master.
Lore-Gesith: Hordak's mentor. Close to the end of his life span at around 3400, he can no longer fight. Hordak, whom Prime originally created as a companion or the equivalent of a son as an experimental clone, was decanted with a juvenile mind in the body of an adult. He needed some common sense and manners hammered into his skull. Reprogramming was rarely practiced in the Order.
Left Hand (of Light-Bringer): programmer, one of the best fighters in the cadre, and sports a questionable sense of humor. C. 500 years old. He was not originally decanted as a Brother-Knight, but gradually rose from the lower ranks.
Light-Bringer, c. 200 here.
Right Hand (of Light-Bringer): grumpy military tactician, possibly a Horde priest. Over 3000 (changed his age recently), yet still an agile menace on the battlefield.
Victualler: chief supplier of materiel.
Archiater: chief physician.
Yes, two of them have beards. 😂 The entire generation of Lore-Gesith harbored genes for facial hair growth. Victualler is much younger, but emerged from a small experimental patch whose DNA was mixed with older genetic material.
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A possible outfit design for Lore-Gesith.
Circle-Closer is a Horde mortician. Also Wrong Hordak in a previous, much darker existence, before he was reprogrammed over and over again after Hordak's exile and lost his old personality. He's either a lower-ranking Brother-Knight or belongs to the Brother-Captains, which is the tier just beneath.
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Art Dump Incoming~
In honor of ATKU’s two-year anniversary today, let me share some of the art I did during my... somewhat prolonged hiatus 😅
Thank y’all for bearing with me, hope you enjoy!
(Doodles and Alar imagining what could’ve been~)
(Makeover ft. @ladybinary ‘s Lukas here~)
(Male Human!Kalio hair designs~)
And the last few are under the cut~
WARNING: partial / vague nudity
(The night before she lost her eye...)
(and lastly, Nautican dancer variations~)
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My trans girl horde clone oc, that I’ve always wanted to make <3
she’s tall compared to other clones (I wanna say 8’3 maybe?)
Her entire story takes place after the whole prime war thing obviously lol, but she has not named herself yet. She’s trying to find something special to name herself after.
(also this isn’t my drawing, it’s just like editing over an image and stuff)
Hmm what else can I talk about.
She’s one of the uh head helpers of the healing committee in the fright zone and beast island. I imagine they try and idk fix that stuff once the war is over, and both of those places seem like total dead zones, so I like to imagine that they start trying to grow stuff there or see what’s making the sky red over there. Or getting rid of the monsters and the vines that make you hate yourself on beast island.
Anyways uh she helps with that stuff.
I also imagine she somehow makes friends with double trouble, she meets them when she interrupts double trouble getting their final pay check from either the horde or brightmoon. Whichever one works cause honestly, they probably got both. Double trouble gets money. Anyways they become close friends (this isn’t because double trouble is my favourite character and my blog is themed around them definitely.)
Also they probably met before my character even figured out that you could change your gender, didn’t even know what being trans was man. She found out and she’s just like oh my god you can do that !?
Also I think all horde clones eventually thete eyes change colour, because I feel like hordak probably had green eyes originally and then they’d went red so? Idk I like different coloured eyes.
Also she’s actually rather quiet, when she was first disconnected from the hive mind it was such a like shock for her, I imagine the horde clones didn’t really do small talk so she forgets sometimes that she has to like talk to people and that everybody doesn’t already know what she’s thinking.
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A Short Sad Story
Hordak stood tall and proud in front of the mirror. He was nervous, over-joyed, yet he trembled over the thought of meeting with his Brother. Hordak was being promoted to the rank of Top-General. Of course, at this point in time Hordak is not yet Hordak. Rather, he was General HTK218,666. And he was proud of that, proud to belong to Horde Prime and no other. 218 adjusted his immaculate white robe, again and again. It had to be perfect.
“So? How does it feel, brother?” The question came from beneath him, from another shorter clone. The clone was hunched over, unable to straighten himself out, his spine malformed – the clone mutated past recognition – he barely resembled a standard clone. His legs bent, arms scrunched up. Yet the smile on his face was genuine. He grinned with his red teeth. The clone was a defect of course. His designation was EGR177,227. He was a simple clone, a kind person.
“It is... adequate. My thanks, EGR 177,227.” 218 continued fidgeting with his robes pulling and tugging and straightening the soft cloth. EGR placed his hand onto 218’s, that surprised the distracted general. Without any words, just a look, EGR managed to convince the uptight bat to let so. His arms fell down by his side. He just let his servant work his magic, so to speak.
“Big day for you, ah?”
“Yes, my Lord has finally seen me, thanks to our victory over Elimnis.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve heard- hold still please- I heard it was quite the war effort. I heard you defeated them by blockading their lakes and rivers. Letting their magic dry out.”
“Yes, they were powerful adversaries. Worthy opponents of our Lord’s wrath.”
EGR brushed off that last dust off of 218’s broad shoulders. The hunched back stepped back to take in the view. The General was wearing bright pristine white robes, dress, and hood – it almost hurt his red sensitive eyes. The robe was lined with gold evoking a regal look - royal and powerful. On his left shoulder he sported the Eye of Horde Prime. The Heavenly Lord’s insignia. All clones wore The Eye proudly. “Moving on to bigger, better things. Ah, I remember those glory days. It makes me sorrowful remembering that those days are over. I was once like you, young one... Now- Now I am damned. Ha. Yes... yes, good memories.”
218 felt his mood sour. His expression morphed from nervous cheer to concern. He approached his defect servant and placed his two hands on his shoulders, he attempted to reassure the clone who had just began to form tears at the corners on his blood red eyes. “That talk is non-sense, my helper. You are at my side, once I am elevated to my new status you will follow me. Horde Prime will see your use, he will forgive your sins, forgive your defection.”
The defect chuckled, “Oh you’re a sweet young lad. So naïve, it is endearing, truly. You have so much hope. Never change my boy. But I am afraid this will be the last time I fit you and aid you in any sort of preparation. I will not be going with you. I cannot be elevated for I am tainted, thus unworthy.
With you now called to stand by Horde Prime’s side, to be in his presence, you will be gifted with a wide gathering of servants, who are not defects. And without you I will have no purpose, no meaning... And I will be done away with.” That last sentence sounded so matter-of-factly. It did not sit well with 218.
“I don’t understand, it is not- defection is not your-” He was cut off by the doors sliding open. A fellow clone had entered the ceremonial chamber, expressionless face, a monotone voice with no personality behind it.
“Horde Prime has summoned you, General. We must depart now. The Ceremony has began.”
“Wait a moment. I first-”
“No, boy! You cannot make our Big Brother wait, it is unbecoming. You must go!” He pushed the reg outward, “Promise me this, HTK: Never stop loving our Master. Be faithful. Be loyal. And never give up, just keep going, be the best tool our Lord has ever wielded. Become the greatest clone to ever have the pleasure to exist. Serve our Lord. Love our Lord. Go. Be great.”
218 was pulled off by the intrusive clone, they marched through the sterile corridors, clean and polished, every surface was like a mirror. He marched with purpose, the walk felt like an eternity while also feeling like a second. The clone on the right was HHG118,772, a well-known commander, a great warrior. He was the one who led 218 to the throne room. On his right followed EGR close behind, he could barely keep up with others - his right leg did not work like it used to.
Eventually, they made their way to the looming doors of the throne room. It was an out of body experience. He could only stare at the doors, hypnotised. He was not sure what he felt in his stomach, but it did not feel good. He wasn’t sure he could do it. Then a hand pated his back, 218 looked back to see EGR smiling. 218 smiled back.
The doors slowly opened. Light emanated out of the room. It should’ve been blinding, but it wasn’t. He did not turn away – in fact he was drawn to it. 218 stepped in, the moth flew closer into the flame. The light enraptured him, absorbed him into the grander whole. The doors closed behind him. EGR did not follow, he remained outside. He remained there, stiff and still. He just silently listened to sounds from beyond the barrier. The sound was muffled and warped – EGR heard the sound of chanting – most-likely in their ancient Hordeian language. Followed by singing. Then the CLAM CLAM CLAM of staffs hitting against the floor.
For the next sound he leaned forward toward the door, he placed hands onto the door’s surface and placed his pointy ear against the door. Then he heard it. Or at least he thought it was it. The voice of their Lord – The voice of Horde Prime. The defect could tell it apart from other voices. His voice sounded different, unique. They were his identical clones, yet He was... different. His voice was deeper, farther-reaching, booming and echoing. His voice was holy and glorious. He could not hear what his Big Brother was saying. And he never would.
A hand landed on EGR’s shoulder. The ill clone turned around to face HHG117,772. “It is your time.” He claimed as he spoke to the sick clone.
EGR was crying, tears streaming down his face, a shaking smile stretched out across his face. He faced execution with satisfaction and pride. “Yes... yes.” HHG led the defect to his death, and 218 would never see the servant again.
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