#mewnifled

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RP for an AU version of Eclipsa’s Monster Love:

-He is actually a Septarian Monster, based on the chapter illustration for Eclipsa’s spying spell. The royal tapestry has an inaccurate depiction of him.

-He and Eclipsa are Toffee’s parents, making Toffee a Monster-Mewman hybrid (he physically resembles his father the most, and identifies as a Monster).

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she felt her skin grow cold, running a shiver down her spine from the sight of the maiden dressed in black. her mind was clouded with so many thoughts and questions Star didnt know where to start. the blonde haired girl hesitated at first but maintained a bold facade, tightly gripping on to her wing pastel wand hoping that its power was still in use and it wont backfire on her again. it was too hard to believe that her ninth-grandmother. Star had to pinch herself to make sure it was a dream.

OUCH!

yeah, this was definitely not a dream. the princess collected enough courage to speak out

“ugh E-Eclipsa?...how did you- i thought that you-” she was too speechless to finish her words, taking a cautious step forward

[takenandmisread-blog]

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Groggily trudging into the room he shared with Eclipsa, the large Septarian monster climbed back into bed, mindful of his horns and her body. When he checked, and found that she was still awake and clearly waiting, he nuzzled his snout against her cheek.

“The baby’s fine, he was just fussing,” Pema said, then laid down more, dark red and gray shoulder pressing against Eclipsa’s own, his tail softly swishing back and forth against her leg. “Got Toff back to sleep.”

He turned his head to look at her more closely, yellow eyes searching her face in the dark. Her cheek had still felt too warm when he touched it. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water, or something?” Both the Monster and the Mewman had heard their infant son whimper and whine in the night, but Pema had gone alone to check on him, Eclipsa not daring to while she dealt with a cold.

Pema had hoped she would have fallen back to sleep while he checked on the baby, though he knew full well she would do her best to remain awake; only a deeper drain on her energy would have knocked her out at that point.

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Father’s Day headcanon:

While his spirit was confined to the wand shard, Toffee got particularly irritated when Ludo started going on about his father.

It may have been due to the strange magical circumstances that were now binding the two, for while Ludo held the wand that contained Toffee’s spirit, their emotions have been bleeding into each other without a proper barrier in place--so, Toffee may have just been feeling Ludo’s own irritation.

But while his memories and mind needed to regenerate before, they were practically fully intact by the time Ludo brought up his father with Glossayrck. And Toffee could not deny that part of his irritation was because Ludo reminded Toffee of memories featuring his father--things he’s tried to repress, though he knows it’s part of what motivates him. Toffee does not remember his father being cruel like Ludo’s; by now he doesn’t have a lot of memories of him, having lost him at a very young age. What remains is vague. Toffee has a sense that his father was kind; but he can’t clearly picture what he looked like anymore, and he remembers more the hurt of his loss, and that generally it was the fault of Mewmans. 

(Toffee remembers his father being kind, and he’s sure he would be disappointed in him today, and the thought fills him with both guilt and slight resentment. Toffee has grown hard, cold, and can’t shake the feeling his father would disapprove, that his behavior would shame him. Toffee regrets it bitterly, parts of him still wishing he could have been a better son, at least to honor his father’s memory. Toffee resents the thought--Toffee had to do what he had to do to survive, he had no guidance from his father, or even his mother; his father would have no right to judge him after leaving him like this--but it had never been his choice to leave, it was all the Mewmans’ fault--and how dare he resent his father for this, for even a moment--he’s a terrible son, his father had every right to be ashamed, if he were here, he’d--

But Toffee always ends up reminding himself that it’s all pointless, his father isn’t really thinking any of this, it’s all in Toffee’s head and he’s just using the memory of his father to say it, using him to express his own shame and guilt and resentment. It’s not his father that’s ashamed; Toffee’s the one who’s ashamed. His father is gone, he can never truly express any shame or opinion on Toffee. It’s foolish to...all Toffee is doing is imagining his father’s response, and it’s a foolish thing to do, because his father is gone forever and can never truly respond.

Toffee will just never know.)

[gossipyglossy-blog]

@mewnifled liked for a starter with Ludo:

It wasn’t as bad as the first time he’d been drifting through interdimensional space; Ludo felt much more at peace, since this had been his own decision - and he’d even managed to actually catch the chips Star had thrown in after him!

He had just been debating with himself, wondering if now was the time to open them or if he could hold out a while longer when it happened. Another comet slammed into him, sending him hurtling through a random dimensional portal. Again.

Curse his luck.

Screeching all the way, Ludo shot from the other side of the portal. He barely had a moment to notice that this place was very... shiny, before he crashed head-first through what felt like rock....

[qceenofdarkness-blog]

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“Well...isn’t that odd...” On the back of her mind the queen remembered a phrase someone used in the past. Was it a human? It’s like looking in a mirror. Curious. A little bit strange too. Has the ages inside the crystall had post-effects she was not aware of? The gloved hand goes for her wand as a force of habit, but she immidatly stops herself. Right. She has no wand right now. The wand is in the hands of her....some amount of granddaughter. However, she felt curiosity as well. Perhaps it was some sort of dimentional thing? Meeting herself but from another dimention seemed liked a fun idea, the more she thought of it? The gaze shifted to the vending machine. Ah, there it is. And two left! Good!

“would you like some muffins? I...wanted to get myself a few~” Exactly the question you would ask yourself. She could not imagine not liking sweets, even if the other her was from other dimention.

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He strode along the crystalline outcropping, raising into the air the last few steps until he was hovering alongside the prison. He inspected its inhabitant; she looked almost exactly as she did hundreds of years ago.

He laid a hand on the small section of cracked crystal near her cheek. He closed his eyes and the hand dissolved in fluid, filling the cracks pushing, making it bigger making it splinter. As he spread himself out more a sickly greenish glow came from the fluid until there simply was no crystal left surrounding her.

The goop flowed back into his wrist, reforming his hand which he held out to the now free Queen of Darkness, “Mother.”