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Why is Corona calls the Lost Councillor?
Back when Toffee was putting together the rebellion against Queen Comet, he fought a mysterious girl wielding Lekmet's staff. He doesn't know where she disappeared to after that, but he does know two things for sure:
1. She's connected to the Supreme High Chancellor
2. She shares Toffee's last name
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gushingabtlove · 1 year
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when ur bfs are all a little funny silly brain <33
this goes out to not even half of my fruity little oc boyfriends who i love very very much <33
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suresaint · 2 years
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Places a lily in her hair. "Pretty..." // from petal
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@forevermonsters​
The village green bustled with people attending the three-day fair. All along the open land, merchants had set up tents to sell their wares from. Nearby a bear in a cage bellowed at its fearful audience, and kids with toffee apples chased one another through the crowds. A makeshift stage had been put up for performers. Musicians, singers, acrobats. One man, with his face painted white, balanced on ten foot high stilts whilst he juggled a set of brightly coloured balls. Another man in a crudely sewn jester costume threw himself around like a rag doll, feigning injury to the amusement of onlookers who barked with laughter. Someone was turning a hog over a fire, and the aroma of roasted pork drifted under the noses of those nearest. Zelda tried not to think about her hunger as she sat cross-legged on the grass, and instead watched a young woman with a wicker basket handing flowers to passing folk. Then they met eyes. Zelda smiled slightly, to be polite, and looked away...
She felt a curl, tucked behind her ear, loosen, and something gentle tickle the soft flesh of her temple.
     “Pretty...”
Zelda lifted her eyes, surprised, and felt for the flower which had been placed so delicately in her hair. She almost smiled. Instead she frowned. Carefully she slid the lily from behind her ear and, with some regret, offered it back to the young woman.
“I’m sorry.” She said, her eyes lowered. “I’ve no money to pay for it.”
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full-moon-phoenix · 4 years
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Yo have another late Toffebruary prompt:
Day 19: Blood
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That feel when every time you've ever tried to say she was your daughter you got mocked, doubted, vilified, or brutalized, so eventually you went mute every time you wanted to tell someone.
(Also @miwachan2 I've been trying to study your shading because you manage to make everything look so intense please teach me your ways!!!!)
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festivefraud · 4 years
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Doodle? (~🃏 ✝)
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Don’t mind me just trying to clean my inbox for stuff I actually have ready
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sanktpolypenbourg · 7 years
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“We were extra hard on him to toughen him up, and look what happened!”
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Ludo is probably my favorite character in 'Star vs The Forces of Evil’, and depending on where the writers are planning to take this, he might turn out to be the most important.
Who is Ludo?
In Season 2 of ‘Evil, the bard Ruberiot, who has vowed to sing The Truth, no matter the consequences, calls Ludo an envious jester. And yet Ludo might be the key to the core narrative of the show, and to the destiny of his entire world. 
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Ludo is a fool. He is weak and stunted in every conceivable way - mentally, physically, emotionally, morally. 
In fact, one has to wonder how he even manages to be the heroine’s main antagonist at all. In Season 1, he had assembled a gang of vicious monsters and thrown his clan out of their ancestral home. Surely he must have SOME hidden talents?
In the episode ‘Ludo in the wild’, we finally learn what these are. For the first time, we really get to observe the pattern up close.
Ludo is alone. Weak, cold and hungry, surrounded by creatures much stronger and craftier than himself. 
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He starts stalking them. They are kicking him around, and yet with glassy eyes, he keeps on following them into their nests, returning to their abuse like a moth to the flame. Except this particular moth is not flammable. They may feel pity for him, or disgust, but whatever he feels does not go any deeper than the most basic, ludicrous flashes of hunger, fear, pain and outrage. And... affection.
Are we starting to see how the trigger-happy warrior princess Star Butterfly might have first caught his attention? 
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He’s always watching. Worming his way into his abusers’ lives, until they are becoming used to him. They think they know what their power dynamics are.
And then, in the blink of an eye, Ludo turns the tables. Perhaps even without realizing it himself, he has studied his abusers, knowing them on an intimate, if purely instinctual level.
If you are what you eat, and Ludo is all the way at the bottom of the food chain, then congratulations: Ludo is a part of you now.
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Ludo’s talent is surviving abuse and mirroring his abusers (he even gets the better of Star Butterfly when he learns magic and steals her spellbook), in a twisted mockery of family relations. He did it with Arachne and the Bird (his two mothers...), the horde of rats, probably with his first troop of monsters as well. Oh yeah, and his actual family, where all of this started.
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Ultimately, of course, his domain will fall apart. Once he has gathered his armies and his prizes, he hardly even knows what to do with them. All of his attempts at grandiose shemes are short-sighted and doomed to fail. As a survivor, he only lives in the moment. Easily tricked and robbed of all his achievements, or manipulated by those with much greater designs into doing their bidding. His armies of abusers are quick to turn on him again once he inevitably loses his focus, because frankly, they are not even sure why they ever... adopted him in the first place.
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He has no past, and he has no future. It’s funny how he commands his army of rats to rebuild an ancient monster stronghold - ultimately doing little more than shoving debris around, before the house of cards inevitably falls apart again. In dreams and stories, houses represent your mind, your inner life. What does this ruin say about Ludo?
Ludo was the runt of the litter, and he has never grown up. Ludo is a child. Reverting again and again, repeating his cycle of survival and abandonment.  
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There is a remarkable scene where the wise, ancient entity Glossaryck is trying to teach Ludo magic, and just after Ludo expressed his disappointment that convincing Glossaryck to work for him did not require torture, he immediately demands Glossaryck torture HIM. Just a couple of scenes later, he meekly asks Glossaryck to praise him, even tuck him into bed calling him “my darling”. 
Yeah, take a wild guess how those wires got crossed in Ludo’s head.
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Ludo is attracted to abuse, to the abusive use of power, and abusers are attracted to him. He is the very focal point of the eponymous Forces of Evil.
Despite what you might have thought when you picked up this waaacky show, when it comes to Evil, with a capital “E”, they are being dead serious. Hint: it’s not the kind that is reliably confined to an impressive villain character, a single person or faction.
Star Butterfly will have to dip down and go deep.
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As you might have guessed by now, the monsters themselves are not the Forces of Evil (though the Jury is still out on Toffee). They are the remnants of proud nations who have been decimated, robbed of their lands and pushed to the margins of civilization, many of them turning bitter and violent. 
In a way, Ludo is the ultimate monster.
And ‘Evil is his story.
The battle for the soul of that world is going to be fought inside Ludo.
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Literally.
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Yo guess who's doing this shit again?
That's right, it's me! It's time, for the absolute last time, to assign a suit of magic to each important character!
❤ Hearts of Creation: Star, Solaria, Comet,
♦ Diamonds of Light: Festivia, Dirhennia, Moon, Lyric
♣ Clovers of Chaos: Jushtin, Meteora, Estrella
♠ Spades of Darkness: Eclipsa, Rhina, Crescenta
🃏 Jesters of Trade: Toffee, Skywynne, Celena, Soupina, Mo-Na
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Dialogue Practice #38
(Also a sneak peek)
Seth: It's happening again.
Toffee: What is?
Seth: Skywynne. And I fear her Solaria isn't far behind.
Toffee: You're not really comparing Comet to Skywynne, are you?
Seth: I know she sent you here, meaning she must've taken a liking to you, but don't be fooled. She can't be trusted.
Toffee: I'm too tired to involve myself in politics. I wish I wasn't, though. Back in my teenage days I was looking for anything to rebel against. I could use that rebellious kid here now.
Seth: We all could.
Toffee: ...
Seth: I just meant that we could all use our past selves again, back when we still had that fire in our hearts.
Toffee: Good. For a second I thought you were trying to recruit me.
Seth: ...No.
Toffee: You are, aren't you! You just confirmed that there's something to recruit me for. Don't think I didn't notice those protesters outside the castle.
Seth: That's not what I meant, i swear.
Toffee: Just what are you rebelling against? Whatever Comet did, can it honestly be worth it?
Seth: It's who she is. I'm rebelling against the bold-faced lie she's feeding us all: that she cares about people like us.
Toffee: She seemed to care about me.
Seth: Sure, because you're civilized and handsome. She adores that.
Toffee: She's not really that shallow...?
Seth: You haven't truly met her, boy.
Toffee: Don't call me "boy" like I'm some ignorant- (sigh) Look. You have corn mills in this nation. Surely you must've had some treaty with the Butterflys.
Seth: Not with her.
Toffee: But the treaty still stands, doesn't it?
Seth: Yeah, if only Comet would abide by it. I wouldn't have to protest at all if she wouldn't hold our nation for ransom.
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@festivefraud
We shouldn't be in here, Jester kept saying to himself. It never stopped him before. It certainly wouldn't stop him from following Juno down the stairs, through the great stone door, and into the Tapestry Room. Floating on a pedestal was the violet parasol-shaped wand of the last queen: Eclipsa. The Saturn stone glowed faintly in the presence of another magical being. Juno and Jester stopped dead in front of it, frozen in place. They stared at each other.
"Well...here we are," Juno said.
"Get on with it. Before we have any regrets."
Juno nodded. She swiftly grabbed the wand, a surge of power coursing through her body as it morphed from the parasol to a circlet twisted of gold and serpentine. It floated onto her head, resting snugly in place. A perfect fit. The crystal had become a crescent-shaped rainbow starglass.
She rose her hands to her head. "Change the design, our forms align. From serpentine to Mewman pristine. Until the day which I say 'No more. Back to whom I adore."'
Jester's body morphed into a Mewman with golden tan skin. His hair and eye color stayed the same, though. And in his blood and bones he felt he still had his regeneration power.
Juno put the wand back, then she and Jester parted ways with a kiss. It was time for him to head to Pie Island, with one goal in mind: protect Festivia at all costs.
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Jester staggered back, clenching his stomach tight as he hung his head in horror, averting his gaze from the tapestries looming over him. Mocking him. What year was it? What era? How long had it been?
Too long. Too long, that's all that matters.
Gone.
She was gone. No, she'd already been "gone" once before. "Dead" was the word he was looking for.
Dead.
My daughter.
Is dead.
The word danced around his mind with the subtlety of an offbeat waltz, a dark, obvious, inescapable dance that froze his blood with every wrong step.
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I dunno. Have a buncha dank memes for the Disgrace AU that may or may not make sense out of context.
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About Toffee: Pre-Era of the Heart
(short version)
Birth name: Jester Cross-Bow
Alias/Nickname: Toffee [Cutlass]
Birth place: Yellow Glade, Septarsis
Mother and father: Marla Cross and Hawking Bow
Caregiver: Seth Cutlass
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Bi-romantic demi-sexual
[Past] Relationships (in order): Josiah, Eclipsa, Juno, Rasticore, Octave
Spouses: Juno
Children: Festivia
Best friends: Eclipsa, Globgor, Rasticore, Gadfly
Current/past ranks and titles: General, acting prince, efficiency expert, "the Nightmare's Bane", "the Immortal Monster", "the Forger" "the Jester"
Insults (don't call him these names unless you want your life ruined slowly and mercilessly): "the Lizard", "tinker toy", "the Bootlegger", "mudskipper"
Aureole sign: Hydra (Earth sign: Gemini)
Magical suit: Jester of Suits
Skills: Martial arts, swordsmanship, cooking, parkour, smithing, crafting, mathematics, engineering, business management
Weaknesses: Insomnia, sleepwalking, magically- induced tinnitus, depression, PTSD, alcoholism
Noticable features: Thunderbolt-shaped burn scars on each temple, missing right finger
Positive traits: Persevering, ambitious, determined, charming, defensive, compassionate, clever
Negative traits: Overzealous, manipulative, bitter, begrudging, petty
Supernatural abilities: Accelerated healing, unaging, affinity to magical control, magical corruption
Trauma triggers: Electricity, large fires (specifically bonfires), smell of burning flesh, dancing in crowds
Main goal: Get Meteora and Eclipsa back on the throne, kill the Magic High Commission, help Monsters rebel
Overall goal: Destroy magic
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"Asking for a friend. Let's assume said friend is working on building a nice new den- er, house, in a nice new unoccupied dimension and plans to take your daughter there until the MHC either runs out of breath looking for her or forgets she ever existed... what would her respective father think? I mean, said father might have to duck out of harm's way for quite a while, too."
"Her father might say her jovial, sociable personality prefers to be in a dimension full of life and energy. Otherwise, said father would gladly put in the funds to hide her away and keep the MHC off their tails."
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Disgrace characters as The Onion headlines
(Arc 0 edition):
Toffee/Jester:
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Juno:
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Calliope:
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Seth:
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Eclipsa:
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Globgor:
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Solaria:
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@2nddarkeststar
Toffee strolled around the waterfalls of Sanctum Ridge, desiring to go inside the Monster Temple again, but at the same time dreading it. He wanted to bring Gadfly by this place after finding out she spent her childhood here, but so much had changed in the world since last time he'd come; he wanted to be sure it was safe.
The temple's gigantic gaping maw loomed over him, either to beckon or to mock. He couldn't ignore the sweat gathering at his hairline, and he swept his navy blue bangs back from his forehead. Centuries or not, to Toffee it had been a little over a decade since he'd walked inside. Though admittedly he shared the one last bit of peace and calm playing a game inside those ancient, sacred walls, every other moment he'd spent there was a nightmare he couldn't bare to face again.
But he had to. He had a new mission now, and this Temple was connected to it. Glossaryck wanted him to know about the Temple, he wanted him to see the lost princess with his own eyes. It had to mean something that he pulled her across time and space just to meet him. For all intents and purposes, in real time she should be dead, with no guarantee that she had any descendants. But Toffee knew better. He felt better.
He could never quite explain it, but he could just feel it in his blood that she was still alive and waiting for him. And he would burn down entire kingdoms to find her and put her back where she belonged. The last remnant of Globgor and Eclipsa. Meteora Butterfly.
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The music was especially lovely tonight. Sometimes at these events someone from Septarsis would bring one of their fancy stereos (often that person would be Jester's life-of-the-party ex-boyfriend). Other times the more musically gifted theatre kids would bring their own instruments and play from afar. Tonight was the latter, and tonight they played haunting but catching melodies backed up by drumming reminiscent of factory machines and hammers on anvils. It was the kind of music to which one could dance any way they pleased, whether swaying mindlessly, waltzing with a partner, moshing in a pit, or running around in circles.
:keep reading:
Jester tried to pay no mind to the bonfire in the center of it all. It was a just and admirable cause- Monsters would pay for food and drinks, donate to the bands, or pay to keep at least one person moving in circles around the fire at all times, and the funds would go to helping families whose lives were shattered by the Massacre -but being near the fire was the farthest thing from his interest. Globgor, however, loved it. The Prince of Dark'niss ran and danced in circles without a care in the world. Sometimes Jester envied that about him. Other times, like tonight, his zeal was bothersome, as Globgor had been badgering Jester to come dance by the fire with him.
He shook his head "no" once again and turned his attention back to the cheese fountain. Globgor once again beckoned him with the wave of his hand, each wave more excited and pressuring than the last. Jester pretended not to see him, drenching a piece of bread and grinning as he brought it to his mouth. His arm was yanked backwards, his snack dropping to the floor as the force pulled his body toward the crowd. Globgor's fuzzy red hand gripped his wrist tight, an eager and pleading grin across his face.
Jester dug the heels of his combat boots into the ground, the dry dirt kicking up between them. No. I'm not going near it. He fought against his best friend's grip, but the teenage prince was twice his size and lost in his own excitement. Finally they came to a stop just before the heat of the crowd and the bonfire. The heat... The young Septarian's force was starting to rival Globgor's, and it was getting harder and harder the move him from his spot.
"Please, you never do this!" He pulled and pulled, starting to lose against Jester's adrenaline.
"LET GO!"
Jester raked his claws against Globgor's shoulder and wrenched his arm free. They froze, both clenching their arms, both dripping with blood...both holding hurt and regret in their eyes. Jester shook his head and stomped away, passing the snack bar and heading deeper into the trenches, as far away from that damned bonfire as he could get.
He found a fox hole away from prying eyes and sat down to catch his breath. He hung his head, a mixture of tiredness, shame, and frustration washing over him. I'd love to, I really would, I just-
"Hello," a calm and musical voice rang out. "I'm sorry about Globgor. He gets so overzealous sometimes, doesn't he?"
Jester lifted his head. Nothing. Higher? The ground above him sported a pair of milky white arms resting underneath silver moonlit eyes. He was alone- with a Mewman girl. A very pretty one, too. She lay on her belly on the ground above his head, apparently not caring if her fancy black cloak and puffy dress would get dirty. Her head rested on her arms, tilted, showing spade-shaped birthmarks red as a dying star on her cheeks. Odd. Is she magic?
"Are you lost?" He asked.
"No. I love helping out at these events. If anything, I'm found."
She shifted to sit upright, her high heeled boots dangling over the edge of the foxhole. White lace under a knee-length black dress stood out like stars against a night sky, her cloak clasped with a crescent-shaped jewel to top it off. Her curly forest-green hair lay atop her head in a ponytail and a black bow. She blended in with the cool night air and shone against it at the same time.
"So," she started, jumping into the hole with him. "How long have you two been friends?"
He expected to be very aware of the distance lost between them, of how alone they were. But right now? He swore he was a little bit calmer.
"Years," he answered. "I love him, but he's a real brick-headed spastic at times."
"I don't doubt that for a second."
He eyed her, confused, as she sat down next to him. "Are you friends, too?"
"Of course. Ever since we were children."
"Huh. He never told me."
"Gosh, I wonder why," she jested. She paused, the sighed, "You don't mind me being here do you? I can leave if you do. I didn't hold it against some of the others, either."
"No. It's fine. Thanks for checking on me."
"Any time! What's your name?"
He sat up straight, his thoughts slowly getting off the incident before. "Jester Cross."
"Ooh, that sounds mysterious. And fun!"
He chuckled. "Believe me, I'm not as fun as the name suggests."
"Well. There's nothing wrong with that. Anyone who can curl up at home with a nice book is just as good one who lets loose and parties all the time. I'm comfortable with both."
"It's not that I don't like coming to these. I just..."
The music picked up.
She spun around gracefully, her joyful grin accentuating cute dimples. "Oh, I'm adoring this!"
Her feet floated along the dirt, gliding regally in circles to a lone waltz. And in that moment, pale skin glowing ghostly in the moonlight, she looked like a a goddess of the night. Jester thought it unfair that her waltz was one-sided, and sought to fix that. He danced alongside her, mimicking her moves with a little more bounce in his step. The music picked up again, and her steps became more intricate, seemingly expecting him not to be able to catch up, but he did nevertheless. All that remained was to destroy the barrier between their two lonely waltzes.
The space between them faded. Their hands held, Jester's other hand on her back. They spun faster and faster as the song reached its climax. A twirl and a dip later, Jester and his jazzy feet were the ones leading the dance. The song ended in a blaze of glory, and they stopped so close to each other their faces nearly touched. The two teenagers blushed, breathing heavily, and smiled at each other.
"You lied to my face," she teased. "That was the most fun I've ever had!" She patted his shoulder playfully. "And here I thought you hated dancing."
"No, I love to dance..."
"I just hate bonfires."
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