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the-entire-cast-needs-therapy · 9 months

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The Galactic Horde Gender Post

So, for reasons (the reasons are this post), I got thinking about whether or not clones have a concept of transphobia, or gender at all for that matter. So, I’m gonna do a whole lot of rampant speculation and headcanon in the blanks to try to answer these questions. First off:

How do clones think about gender?

Honestly, I have no idea. But as far as I can tell, Horde Prime is a man. And his clones, made in his image, are also men- or at least intended to be. All the clones we meet use he/him and refer to each other as brothers. Of course, Wrong Hordak also refers to the people on Darla as “brothers”, even though almost all of them are women. But Catra’s “little sister” moniker indicates that Prime does understand that there are other genders, and that certain terminology indicates gender.

I would guess that the clones call people what Prime tells them to call people, and if given no instruction from the top, just use “brother”. Basically, the answer to “how do clones think about gender” is “they don’t”. They just do what they’re told.

Clone transphobia

So, to be clear, This Is Not The Transphobia You Know. Clones are operating with a different framework. As far as they’re concerned, outsiders can do whatever they want with their gender because outsiders are sinful freaks regardless. Inside the hive mind is a different story.

All this to say, I think yes, they would think any clone that turned out to be trans would be evil and sinful and disgusting, but not for the reasons people hold those beliefs on Earth.

So, as mentioned above, clones are made in Prime’s image. And they’re punished when they deviate from that image- conformity is the name of the game. If a clone was like “hey, I’m a girl, actually”, that is a punishable sin- not because men can’t be women, but because clones can’t be anything other than what Prime wants them to be. Prime made them all identical for a reason, he does not want variety among the clones. A clone that stands out is sinful, defective. A change in pronouns or presentation is a threat, not because of gender role bullshit, but because Prime hates individuality and all of those things are an expression of identity.

Oh, and another common trans thing, giving yourself a name? We all know how Prime feels about that. This is another thing that would differ from good old fashioned Earth Transphobia- clones wouldn’t be called the name they want, but they also wouldn’t get deadnamed, because they do not have given names. The clone equivalent to deadnaming someone would be to just continue acting as if they don’t have a name.

It’s less that the Galactic Horde hates trans people specifically and more that it hates any kind of nonconformity. But that hatred of nonconformity would manifest in behavior recognizable as transphobic.

#spop #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #galactic horde #horde prime #headcanons #wrong hordak

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alexologyart · 2 years

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Fallen Clone

“Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost

You can buy prints in my shop!

#hordak #fallen angel #alexandre cabanel #fanart #spop art #spacebat clone #galactic horde #shera art #print art

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bumblingfloob · 2 years

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Grizzlor my beloved

#grizzlor #motu #she ra #galactic horde #vintage toys #inkart #digital coloring

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catulhu333 · 1 year

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Composite SPOP and Classic MOTU Horde Prime, as drawn by NovelAI Diffusion. He takes (among things) the white elements and multiple (4) green eyes (with a slit) of SPOP Horde Prime, but also the red elements of MOTUC Horde Prime including his look with his mask on, inspired by his form in Filmation She-Ra. The mask curiously also resembles the Guardian of the Heart, who has a connection to Horde Prime.

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pixie-dust-and-pain · 2 years

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Cut Yourself a River (And Drown in it of Shame)

Summary: Glimmer is left a little too alone with her thoughts while held captive by Horde Prime, and the full-length mirror in her room just makes it worse.

Words: 1,248

Warnings: Self harm (MAJOR!!!), self-hate basically her spiralling

a/n: character study basically but also me projecting onto glimmer i am she she is me

She doesn't know what this is. She hates it, and yet, at the same time, she cannot envision a life without it. She doesn't have a name for it. She's sure other people do what she does, except she's never gone as far as actually telling anyone about her situation. Instead, she's resorted to dropping hints and nothing more.

Certainly, there's a name for her condition, but she doesn't want to risk being called 'mentally unstable' or 'unfit to rule' by others, so she just doesn't take the risk. It's convenient, except when it's not, except when it rips her apart from the inside, when it makes her stomach turn and her heart ache, when she has to clutch her bleeding wounds and soothe her weeping self all alone. So painfully alone.

She's never seen my scars up close, reflected back at her, all the mirrors at home situated above the waist, and her refusing to change in front of the one full-length mirror she did have.

She did not look at her naked body, as a rule. It was for the best; she's a natural perfectionist, and she knows what will happen when she happens to look at herself, or her work, too closely. Looking meant noticing, noticing meant analyzing, and that meant criticizing, and, eventually, hating, so she simply did not look. Preventive measures, if you will.

After all, she could not get all caught up in her head while the Horde threatened their very existence. Insecurities and mental issues be damned, she did not have time to deal with all the bullshit in her life, so she chose temporary relief, and in return got scarred skin and bruised thighs.

It was only when she'd been captured by Horde Prime, given the one room she had to change in, that she noticed her thighs, and what she'd done to them. Just above short level was the result of countless sleepless nights, stressful evenings dealing with her mother, days spent hating herself, missing her father, and sometimes, moments of numbness. On the scarred battlefield, dark brown scars litter her skin, intersecting each other at random points, jagged and messy. She stares, transfixed, at her own creation with a mixture of awe and disgust.

Hideous.

She has to tear her eyes away from her legs, pulling her clothes on hastily, tears stinging the edges of her eyes. She wonders how someone normal would ever love her, why she thought she had a chance with Adora, with Bow, with anyone, really. Maybe it was Adora's belonging to the Horde. Someone with their own ugliness, a little fucked-up themselves, had assured her she wouldn't be alone. But Adora wanted Catra, and Glimmer was left alone again.

Bow wouldn't want her, and she was fine with that. He was too good for that, too pure, too perfect. Good people deserve good things. She was not a good thing.

He was her friend, and for a long time had been, and she treasured him that way, content with them remaining what they were. And then she'd, once again, messed up, ruined everything, and she was sure Bow wouldn't even want to talk to her now. Who would? Had she been in his place, she wouldn't have blinked twice before discarding someone as thoughtless as her.

She had, despite countless warnings from both him and Adora, activated the Heart of Etheria, thus effectively nearly killing them all. She wondered, bitterly, if they were looking for her at that moment, trapped in the little cell on Horde Prime's ship. Fuck no.

A small part of her hoped, though. It wanted to believe so badly that she had a chance at redemption, that they loved her, that her one mistake (it really wasn't just one mistake, though, was it?) didn't warrant their hatred, that they'd be upset but they'd love her, and she'd have her Adora, stupid and rash yet extremely clever, and her Bow, kind and sweet and ridiculously smart, always making others happy, back. That she had a second chance, but she knew better than to believe that.

How many chances does a person get? Has she not already exhausted all of hers? And even if she did have the smallest chance of remaining friends with him, she was sure there'd be a distance, and they wouldn't be able to cross it. There were things she couldn't tell him, things such as this. She hated this impulsive part of herself.

She did want to show him. Adora and him and her friends (were they even her friends anymore? After what she'd done, it'd be best if they weren't). She wanted to scream, Help me! I'm drowning! Wanted to grab them by their shoulders and shake them, tears running down her face, and ask them why they couldn't see the pain she was in. She does this time and time again, drowning in a sea of her own thoughts, hoping one of them notices, throws her a buoy, something to keep her afloat, bring her ashore, help her.

Savemesavemeavemeavemeavemeaveme, breathlessly whispered as she struggles to take in gulps of air. Nobody notices. So she's overcome with the urge.

When her friends are out somewhere, doing missions on their own, leaving her alone, deeming her too important to risk because she's queen, when they're angry with her, when she's overwhelmed. And she can't talk about it, she can't dwell on it, so she does the next best thing. She gives into the urge, and she cuts and slashes and burns and scratches and she claws at her hair and bleeds herself half to death, and then washes her face, bandages herself, wipes off the blood, and walks out as if nothing has happened.

And then comes the shame, hard and crippling, hating herself and her body, the ruined skin and the sharp hisses of pain when something hits it. She despises every bit of it, from the faded scars to the newer, fresher ones. She used to count them once, long ago when she hadn't hated them as much, but she's stopped, unable to bring herself to go above twenty.

Disgust rises up in her, welling in her chest as she fights the urge to rip off her skin and crawl out of the body that she's ruined, that no longer feels hers. To discard the ruined, useless, covering, to leave behind the urges to pick up something sharp, test the point at her fingers, the urge to dig it in deeper, feel the sting on her arm, touch it to her legs to feel them tingle beneath the touch of the cool metal.

She wishes she could just reach deep within herself and pull the ugliness out, the wriggling, writhing thing, and wants to rid herself of it. Except, she doesn't. It helps, it makes her ugly and disgusting, but she doesn't know how to live without it, without the burning pain or the sharp sting, the hot flames licking her skin or the nails clawing at her chest. She can't survive without it, no matter how horrible, how wretched, how ugly it is, no matter how violently she pulls it out and how far she leaves it, she will always come crawling back.

She will cut herself a bleeding wound, bleed out a river, and then drown herself in it out of shame. And she'll do it again and again, until she has choked her lungs and destroyed herself from the inside, too.

#she ra spop #fanfic #she ra #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #glimmer #glimbow #shera #tw self harm #self h@te #angst #hurt no comfort #hurt #emotions #self confidence issues #ao3 fanfic #galactic horde #season 5 spoilers #cutting

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cirusthecitrus · 2 months

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!FLASH WARNING!

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

#tw flashing lights #spop #horde prime #kur twins tag #horde clones #hordak #spacebats #the galactic horde #shera #spop au #spop oc #my art #my edit #cirus doodles things

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skipppppy · 6 months

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CRINGETOBER DAY 27: BABYGIRL POSE

uhhh he was gonna show up at some point. i’m the horde prime girlblogger. this was a rite of passage

#cringetober 2023 #babygirl pose #horde prime #spop #she ra and the princesses of power #the galactic horde #horde clones #cringetober day 27

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unityrain24 · 6 months

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ok people here's my essay. (also note that this was for my english class so it is written in a different style than i usually would. it had to be all formal and grammatically correct and such)

2212 words, analytical essay

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power: A Queer Allegory for Religious Trauma

ND Stevenson’s She-Ra and The Princesses of Power is an animated Netflix original series rebooting the classic 80s show Shera: Princess of Power. This time, however, the show is chalk-full of diversity, varied body types, queer representation, pleasing colour palettes, and a friends-to-enemies-to-lovers lesbian romance. The first four seasons follow Adora (aka She-Ra) and the princesses of Etheria’s fight against the Evil Horde, using their magic to try bringing peace and justice to the planet. A portal is opened at the end of the fourth season, however, bringing the planet of Etheria out of the isolated dimension of Despondos. No longer separated from the rest of the universe, Horde Prime arrives at Etheria- not only bringing higher stakes than any season preceding it, but an entirely new layer of symbolism to the series. The final season was a clear allegory for religious trauma, an especially relevant topic for the show’s majorly queer audience.

When his armada arrives at Etheria, Horde Prime sends his army of clones and robots down to take the planet by force. Unlike the Evil Horde that had been trying to take the planet before Prime’s arrival, who were disorganized, messy, and industrial, everything under Prime is sleek, elegant, efficient, and most importantly: white. Horde Prime’s ships are white, Horde Prime’s robots are white. Horde Prime’s skin is white, his hair is white, his clothes are white, as are all his clones. Pure, unblemished white, with only sparing accents of grey or green.

In colour theory, white has a few meanings. The colour can represent purity, cleanliness, innocence, and even righteousness. This colour theory is heavily incorporated into biblical verses, metaphors, and artwork (and some might even argue that our modern idea of white comes from the Bible). In art, God and angels are almost always depicted wearing white, as is Jesus in his resurrection. Halos of white or light yellow are shown adorning holy figures' heads. Several bible verses use white robes or other white objects as a metaphor of the wearer’s purity. White is still used in several Christian rituals/customs today, such as weddings, baptisms, and more. White is one of (if not the) most important colour in Christian lore. Even in instances where pure white isn’t used, there is a clear correlation between light versus dark and good versus evil.

White has more than one meaning, however- on the opposite side of the coin, white can also represent coldness, blankness, emptiness, and loneliness. The most interesting thing about the show’s use of white is that it encapsulates both facets of its representation. Horde Prime uses white to represent his purity and perfection, but to the people of the colourful, messy world Etheria, this is a cold, eerie colour. As are Horde Prime’s ideals. His perfection and purity is synonymous to coldness. The white represents both- not only simultaneously, but as the same thing.

Horde Prime’s empire being entirely white is no coincidence- neither in-story by Prime, nor in real life by the writers. Horde prime uses white to represent everything he stands for, and the writers use white to represent everything Christianity stands for.

Horde Prime is a being that has lived an amount of lifetimes beyond comprehension- every time his body starts to grow old and fail, he selects a new clone of his to insert his memory and very essence into. So even though he has a new body, he is still him. And the reason for this? To fulfill his self imposed purpose of bringing peace and perfection to the universe. To thousands of planets he has been, one at a time, to reach this. Horde Prime believes there is only one right way to do things, and that humanity cannot be trusted to govern themselves.

Every planet he takes goes the same: he arrives with his ships, and slowly implants chips into the neck of each and every being on a planet. These chips take away the autonomy of the host, and they are left blank. No personality, no choices, no person. All their actions are perfectly automated and controlled by a hive mind, and Horde Prime can take specific control of and see through the eyes of any individual at any given time. With Horde Prime in control, there is no war, no famine, no pain. There is only peace, perfection, and purity. And anyone who does not conform, does not accept his gracious rule, are dealt with accordingly. Entire planets have been left desolate and barren, entire peoples subjected to genocide for not accepting Horde Prime. All dead in the name of peace.

These ideals upheld by Horde Prime are strikingly similar to Christianity. Perfection and purity are two of the main ideals of Christianity, in hand with righteousness. Christians strive to “be like Jesus,” to be their idea of a good person, to be loyal to their religion, and to make it into Heaven. Several rituals to “repent” exist when they feel they have not upheld these standards correctly- including prayer, confessionals, sacrament, and baptism. Even though true perfection, purity, and righteousness are typically seen as unattainable to everyone but the Godhead, it is common belief that constant trying will at least get you as close to it as possible. Conformity is another key aspect of Christianity, though it is not advertised, and to the exact extent it is upheld depends on the sect. In general, though, Christianity pressures every one of its followers (and even those who aren’t) to behave a certain way, to think a certain way, and to only associate with others among themselves.

Horde Prime’s way of upholding these ideals isn’t dissimilar to Christianity’s either. Much like Horde Prime’s Galactic Empire, Christianity has had a long history of forced assimilation. From the Spanish conquistadors to the pilgrims and other colonial settlers of North America, death and pain has come in the wake of the spread of Christianity for hundreds of years, amongst various sects of the religion. Native peoples have been murdered for their loyalty to their “savage” non-Christian ways, land has been stolen, and indigenous religions and other important cultural traditions have been changed past recognition or completely erased, all in the name of “saving,” all in the name of “love,” all in the name of “what’s right,” all in the name of God. Christianity is the only right way, Horde Prime is the only right way.

Its likeness to Christianization isn’t the only resemblance Horde Prime’s ways share with Christianity, however. When Horde Prime arrives at Etheria, three people are brought aboard his ship- Queen Glimmer, one of the Etherian rebels that had been fighting against the Evil Horde (and now the Galactic Empire), Catra, a high-ranking member of the Evil Horde that had been taking over Etheria before the Galactic Empire arrived (but is in love with Adora, who is one of the rebels), and Hordak, the leader of the Evil Horde. Hordak was a clone of Horde Prime’s that had been stranded on Etheria, which was in an isolated dimension. He spent his time in isolation trying to take the planet so that if he was ever reunited with Horde Prime, he would be seen as “worthy”. Horde Prime, however, is displeased by Hordak’s actions- claiming that Hordak was trying to take the planet for selfish reasons rather than for Horde Prime, and for giving himself a name. As such, Hordak must be “purified.”

In this purification process, Hordak’s mind is wiped, and he begs for forgiveness and to complete the process. He is then dressed in white and walks into a circular pool with liquid that reaches his waist. The liquid is electrified for several moments, and his screams can be heard, and then it stops. He is left blank, and Horde Prime and the other clones watching praise him for being the purest among them. Later, Catra is subjected to the same process against her will, and is now a mindless servant of Horde Prime as well. This process is almost identical to the Christian concept of Baptism. While exactly how baptism is carried out varies between sects (full submersion under water versus just a sprinkling, infant versus child, etc), the purpose remains the same- to purify past sins.

A more abstract similarity between Horde Prime’s empire and Christianity is the use of titles. Prime’s clones refer to each other as “brother” (and to Catra as “sister,” once she has been “purified”), and Horde Prime as “big brother.” Not all sects of Christianity use such titles to refer to each other, but some do; notably Catholic nuns or members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons). But even those sects who do not refer to each other as brother and sister often view Jesus as their “older brother” and God as their “heavenly father.”

Horde Prime himself has many more titles than simply “brother” or Emperor of the Galactic Horde, however. Other titles given to him include Ruler of the Known Universe, Regent of the Seven Skies, He Who Brings the Day and the Night, Revered one of the Shining galaxies, and Promised one of a Thousand Suns. In Christianity, Jesus also is referred to by many names. The Saviour, the Redeemer, the Son of God, the Son of Man, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, the Prince of Peace, the Lamb of God, and several more. In addition to titles, some of the phrases in general used by Christians and the Galactic Empire are common. Both use the word “rejoice” when telling of their faith. Amongst Christians, “glory to God in the highest” and “[God] is the same yesterday, today, and forever” are not uncommon phrases. “Glory be to Horde Prime” is a common phrase expressed by the clones, and even more so, the infamous mantra “Horde Prime sees all, Horde Prime knows all” repeated so many times throughout the season.

The titles used for each other perpetuate a feeling of conformity and a feeling of “otherness” concerning those who do not conform. The titles used for their leaders perpetuate subservience, power imbalances, respect, and devotion. The phrases used in relation to their leaders perpetuate devotion and omnipotence. These are true of both Horde Prime’s Galactic Empire and Christianity.

Horde Prime was a genuinely disturbing villain who represented every painful thing Christianity is made of- toxic perfectionism and purity, conformity, obedience, control, and omnipotence. Loss of expression and individuality. The fear of being constantly watched. These are things that anyone with religious trauma may deal with, but it’s especially true of queer people. Queer people have had a long history of oppression at the hand of Christianity (and colonialism in general). From outright murder to conversion therapy and other abuses, from abandonment to dismissal, Christianity has perpetuated all of it for centuries. And it’s still something that happens today.

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power has a majorly queer audience, due to both the creative process of the show and the representation within the series itself. Not only is the creator of the series (ND Stevenson) queer, but so was practically every character- whether they were a main character, side character, or background character with only a few seconds of screen time. One of the main plots of the show is the complicated lesbian romance between Adora and Catra. As such, the series attracted a good number of queer fans, and religious trauma (or at the very least, religious fear) is a topic that hits uncomfortably close for many.

Other pieces of media that incorporate religious imagery have a tendency to be unclear about how it is framed. Is the imagery shown to be wrong and the victim is right and prevails? Is the imagery shown to be right, and the pained victim in terrified denial? Is the imagery shown to be truly wrong but inevitably triumphant anyways, no matter what the victim tries? It is so muddy in so many pieces of media. The important thing about the fifth season of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power was how it was framed. Perhaps it was because it was a kids show, or perhaps it was the queer creators’ spirit and defiance, but the series was clear in their framing of Horde Prime. The perfect white make the audience uneasy. Horde Prime’s retelling of his victories fill the audience with dread and then hollowness. The “baptisms” of Hordak and Catra are disturbing. Every aspect of Horde Prime and everything he stood for was presented as wrong. Without any doubt.

And even more importantly, the people of Etheria were able to prevail. She-Ra and the other princesses were able to defeat Horde Prime and his empire, and free those forced into subservience by his chips. Catra (and Hordak) were saved. The ships were destroyed. The people of Etheria were allowed to be free and express themselves and be people. This message was something very important to the queer audience. Not only was the fifth season an expression of queer pain, but an expression of queer hope. Neither thing should be ignored. Pain is valid. Hope is needed. To be healthy, both need to be recognized. To have a series that expressed both, and in such a queer way, was extremely important to so many people.

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