#luvd

Hey there everyone:) Just a cute lil idea I had in mind💜

Day 15.) LUVD

Something a little different today, a graphic design direction! Made a bunch of LUVDS, a lot of these are with a transparent background and may not be visible but they are there :3

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.

Will You Remember Me?

The Entrapdak Zine is out today! This was the artwork I made.

Check it out in @maireadralph blog, is FULL of amazing art!

My first take on Entrapta with Copic Markers. 

Well here the final result of my little Entrapdak project 😍😍😍, a little Entrapdak picture.

Now I can accommodate it anywhere on my desk and my work table ✌️😘.

I am so happy!!!!!

Ok, I was watching Shera season 5 (last episodes), and well Hordak looks cool here.

Well, well it is difficult to recognize Hordak when he was with many clobes but honestly we can identify this clone as Hordak....

because he recognizes Entrapta when she is captured by Horde Prime.

This clone (Hordak) watches her because he recognizes her 👍

And of course, he takes a lot of interest while she speaks as usual, Hordak always listen to her 😊

Hordak feels happy.

It’s an almost entirely alien emotion for him. He’s felt relief before, and comfort, and hope, but happiness is new. He’s even laughing, and the rich sound surprises him as much as anybody else.

Entrapta hasn’t left his side, or stopped talking, since he was freed from Prime. The sensation is spectacular. And to his astonishment, as she leads him by the arm through the crowds of celebrating rebels, somehow everybody really is just okay with this. Even the other clones are being welcomed warmly into the fold.

She-Ra, Entrapta explains, has been vouching for him. And Hordak can remember from their many years of conflict that Bright Moon never really did get the hang of taking prisoners.

Then Entrapta’s singsong voice strikes a more serious tone. Hordak, embarrassed at letting his mind wander, turns an ear.

“Anyway, that’s enough about my amazing adventures! Come in here and sit down,” Entrapta orders, guiding Hordak to one of the encampment tents. She scoops him off the ground with her hair and sets him in the center of an enormous pile of pillows, something the rebellion seems to have a near-infinite supply of.

Her face is excitingly, electrically close to his. Her voice is filled with careful concern. “Are you hurt?”

“I —” Hordak begins, but Entrapta keeps going.

“Any brain swelling? Shortness of breath? What are the side effects of being possessed by an incredibly rude evil cosmic entity? Can you still hear the hive mind? Oh, and…” she glances away, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. “How have you been managing your condition? When we… I mean, the last time I saw you... you could barely walk without your armor.”

“About that.” Haltingly, Hordak unclasps the collar of his white robes. Beneath the fabric there is something that Entrapta recognizes. She gasps quietly.

Dark plating covers Hordak’s chest. The armor has been heavily modified to fit unnoticed under the Horde uniform, and a sickly green crystal sits where the true power source should be, but there can be no mistaking Entrapta’s handiwork.

“Prime was… a thief, as well as a liar,” Hordak admits. The words seem difficult for him to say. “Most of his technology was stolen from conquered worlds. He called it his divine right.”

Entrapta is astonished. Silently she reaches out and opens his robes further, feeling at the cool metal underneath.

“You’ve been wearing this the whole time?”

Hordak smiles weakly. “In a way, you were always protecting me.”

Entrapta pouts. “That’s not what I meant. And ‘in a way’ is right! Just look at what that four-eyed jerk did to my masterpiece!”

She hangs above Hordak by hair-tip and holds his face in her hands. “I can’t let another second go by without doing something about this! Quickly, Hordak, take off your clothes!”

“What?”

“Or at least,” Entrapta elaborates, producing a full complement of fine-tuning tools, “Let me make some adjustments.”

Hordak only needs to give the slightest nod of assent before Entrapta is upon him, working at his armor with her hands and her hair. To his amazement, every turn of the screw eases some pain he’d forgotten he had, relief spreading through his body.

Hordak sighs.

Then Entrapta puts her hand into his, and gently takes the little shard of light that led him back to her. Its edges leave tiny marks in his palm. They share a look of understanding.

As carefully as she can, Entrapta pulls the poisonous green power from Hordak’s chest and replaces it with the gift she’d given him so long ago. The purple light of the First Ones crystal glows warmly. He remembers so many things.

Hordak feels joy.

Entrapta tosses Prime’s power source away without a second thought. Then she does think twice, and stomps it into pieces with one massive boot heel. Hordak laughs at that. He likes how it feels.

Entrapta lays next to her rescued lab partner and touches the crystal at his collarbone.

“Do you know what it says?” she asks.

“Yes,” Hordak replies honestly. Violating and oppressive as it may have been, reconnecting to the hive mind did come with some advantages. But he can tell from Entrapta’s expression that she still isn’t satisfied.

“Do you know what it means?” she presses with a smile, and this time Hordak has to sheepishly shake his head.

Entrapta leans in closer, and whispers the answer in his ear. When he hears the word in her voice and not Horde Prime’s sneering cadence, understanding washes over him like a sudden wave.

Hordak has the thought that he may, in fact, be in a tizzy.

“Oh,” is all he can manage. But the look on his face says the rest, and Entrapta’s smile breaks into a gargantuan grin. She makes an ecstatic utterance and hugs him with every fiber of her being. Purple tresses hold him by the arms and wrap around his back.

Something that feels at first like pain wells up in Hordak’s chest. He quickly realizes, however, that pain is the farthest thing from what it is. It is a sort of bursting, boundless energy that overflows from his heart into the rest of his body, filling him with a sense of solace and security. It is something he might have dreamed of once but wants now more than anything else in the universe.

When he finds his words he finally answers her, desperately attempting a sincere declaration in his stilted, formal way. It is Entrapta’s turn to laugh.

She kisses him.

Now Hordak is most assuredly in a tizzy.

She takes him by the hand and lifts him up, smiling and singing away again.

“Come on, you’ve got to meet my friends!” Entrapta entreats. “We might not have everything in common, or a lot in common, but they really just want to do good. And the food’s not bad once I make it tiny!”

He smiles and follows her, and knows what the thing in his chest is.