I’m sure Entrapta was devastated when she realized that she really had been left behind by her supposed friends. And that they wouldn’t be coming back. This certainly led to sleepless nights for her. Hordak, on the other hand, seems to have his own reasons for not being able to sleep... but in the end, their reasons don’t seem very different to me.
Anyways!
Hiiiii my friends I’m back from the dead! 💜
Sorry for my inactivity (again) but this last year of school is extremely stressful for me, which is why I can‘t find the time or energy to draw or interact on social media much:P
At the moment I have a lil bit more time so I was finally able to finish this comic^^ Hope you enjoy!!!✨
I was working on this vid back in 2021 but soon abandoned this project. However, yesterday I suddenly felt motivated enough to finish it in one sitting lmao. It was supposed to be a small "introduction" video to my young Prime/Kur twins AU. I still like it quite a lot actually c: It's giving analog horror
Entrapdak positivity month Day 26: Candles/ Hordaks birthday💜
Happy Birthday HORDAK!!! 🥳✨
What can I say… I had to! And I’m still panicking over Entraptas rizz tbh 🔥
Anyways! Seems like EPM is officially over! I had so much fun participating and checking out fanarts and fanfics!! Thanks for hosting @maireadralph !!💜
(PS: don’t worry I’m going to post the missing prompts;))
Entrapdak positivity month day 21/24 Hobby/Creativity✨ (comic below)
I think that we can all agree that Hordak must be a sewing talent:3 I’m sure he made his clothes by himself! Means after the war had ended, he finally found the time to get into his hobby again:D and the result??? An extremely glamorous and hot collection:3
Tbh i think the third one turned out beyond fantastic!! I think I’m gonna use that outfit in future projects again👀
I really wasn’t sure if I’d be able to make something for today, but I managed. I thought it would be funny if, with no way to know Hordak’s exact age, Entrapta stuffed so many candles into one cupcake that it became a fire hazard? 🔥
The final duo inspired by Synonyms for Space and Homonyms for Heart by @pennamesmith
I made it by Valentine's! Though I don't generally celebrate this holiday, I will make exception for the Lab Partners.
I wish my camera didn't wash out the colors, but it is what it is. I still had a lot of fun painting these two <3 Finally putting to paper the images that were in my heart when I first read these passages.
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.
I wanted to use this prompt to finally frame their wedding:3 The ship’s greatest success is that they finally confess their love and make it official by getting married!! Yaaaay💜✨
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"