”Y’know, Mari, if you stopped trying to tear it off, you would just get used to it. It’s really not that bad”
”It’s horrible! It’s awful! It itches my skin, it makes me feel exposed, naked, OUT IN THE OPEN! You’re killing your sister, Meteora! You’re being witness to my murder, and not lifting a finger!”
“If you try to take it off, I’ll just pretend I don’t know you.”
“…Okay, first, I was SIX. Second, it’s my niece’s first birthday, I can’t just do that!”
“Then what are you even complaining about?”
“Because if I don’t, I’ll go crazy here, Sis!”
“Hah, Crazy? Everyone in this family is!”
“Ugh…”
Mariposa really, really doesn’t like dresses. Guess some stuff just ain’t in the family. Princess Turdina would be ashamed.
“An interview, then? I fail to see the point, my intentions and person are as public to any person that can open a book, be it monster or not…A pearl of wisdom? I would imagine you of all people wouldn’t want knowledge from the “Monster Eradicator”, you know? Your people are as sympathetic to them as they are, albeit I suppose…considering the circumstances, the more I learn of it, the less I see how it could have been any other form…no, no, my apologies, I didn’t mean as an insult it’s just…well…everything is very different; it’s very much hard to adapt to how this Mewni is, and I don’t speak only about the introduction of our distant, Earth cousins…“
”…very well then. I shall bequeath you a lesson that I’ve had a long time to reflect…“
"I’ve grown up, with the expectations of Queenhood, from my cradle to the moment I took the crown and wand, the fact I would be Queen of Mewni was as fateful and certain to me as the air I breathed, the soil I’ve stepped upon and the rays of the sun beating on my brow.”
“It’s what the people needed, and something my older brother couldn’t provide; family is the most important thing, yes, but it’s essential that a ruler observes the facts as unbiased and neutral as possible, so their decisions are unburdened, and weighted only for the good of the land and our people…Jushtin wasn’t a good ruler: He was bohemious, irresponsible, with a sharp mind and a witful tongue, a true diplomat, but lacking the true attribute monarchs have: To take the hard decisions, to have the determination to power through mud, blood, sweat and tears, for the sake of all.”
“I say that, as a sister that loved him very much, despite our distance…after all, the decade of distance between our births made that, no matter how much I admired his mind, we simply spoke two different languages, and one was fit and one wasn’t.”
“…do I think Jushtin resented me? Perhaps. Perhaps he still does…”
“But, giving yourself to doubt is a sure way to one day, lose your head to a blade at your back…I would know, looking at the scar in my throat.”
“…What made me resent, and hate monsters. Hah! You’re really not wasting time, aren’t you…? I suppose it is, for this generation to wonder what manner of logic would lead someone to make a genocidal campaign…no, no I’m aware of my own logic, it was genocide, and I’ve pushed for it: I won’t be unfaithful for who I am, I hold no regrets or second giving of my intentions, but I can recognize when a campaign went from reclaiming to slaughter.”
“Tangents aside, what made me truly see them as a threat…well, I could only need to look outside; Look at the window, to see the usual pillars of smoke, coming certainly from another monster attack, of the people used to it…used to the reality that a monster could harass them, for simply seeking to settle and create a life on this land that we’ve-”
“…yes, I’m aware the Monsters were first but- well, certainly, however- Yes I- I-…”
“Stop. Interrupting. Me.”
“…are you done? Good. Then look at my face, and tell me what would you do if you were in my situation, Queen Butterfly; would you lead negotiations? I certainly tried, you can only check my chapter in the book, the father of my child almost died. Parley? Would you fully trust it, and leave your back open? Because I did, and that is how my daughter met Globgore, the Prince of Darkness.”
“Yes, yes I’m aware, they’re quite the…loveable couple. I cannot stand him, but I certainly love my daughter and my little granddaughter. But…Star, what if it wasn’t Globgore, but was, say…Toffee.”
“How do I know of him? I knew Seth, I know what is like to see hatred with your own eyes, and to deliver it equally…would you do it? Would you gamble on the off-chance that maybe, just maybe, they’re somehow dating? That you’re wrong about everything, maybe you should just set down your sword and just talk things out? Because Comet did that, and paid the price for it, as I did.“
"My pearl of wisdom, however, isn’t that you should distrust monsters- yes, it’s odd coming from me, I’m aware, and in any other period, this would be an attached lesson, surely.”
“However, what made me certain in striking against the horde was…simply put, the fact that my people needed it, and even if they were accustomed to it, considering a monster attack became just a symbol an hour that passed, doesn’t mean I couldn’t strive to give them a better way of life…and so when I became queen, I did. Every waking moment, every breath, every conscious thought of my life was dedicated to this…after all, this was only a natural progression of what I’ve been groomed, and raised to do…to be queen, to fight for my people’s sake. In…this case, literally.”
“…why, even after this, Alphonse fell in love with me I do not know. Even as he knew, he wouldn’t be King, we wouldn’t marry, he wouldn’t ever be able to truly tell her she was her- w-wait she knows? She always knew? Oh…oh, she’s so smart! My little Eclipsa, well not so little anymore, she was always so perceptive, you know?! Why, she could just run miles around some of our soldiers, her wit just boundless, just…oh, I am so, so happy my granddaughter inherited this, surely…those eyes are not of her father, those eyes are pure, completely Butterfly!- He…hehe, I might have gotten a bit carried away. Yes…hmm, where was I?”
“Nonetheless, I’ve dedicated so much for this goal, Star…that I forgot to be there for my daughter. I wouldn’t approve of her dating a monster, no, but that simply meant how little I knew of her; I always thought that one day, when this war is over, I would finally be able to sit down and…truly enjoy her. Smile, give her the Mewni she deserved and enjoy a family as my mother did. Each day, each day I felt I was doing it for her!…well, one day I died. I’ve lost my head, and that was the end of it.”
“I’ve made my daughter go through countless trauma, to be frozen in crystal by someone I considered a comrade-in-arms, and denied her everything I always wanted her to have…maybe, that is why I was okay, when you’ve tried to destroy the magic…maybe, for once, I could do right to my own family, not as a queen…but as a person.”
“So here is my wisdom, Queen Star. Remember, that before a ruler, you are a person. Don’t be afraid to do what must be done, but be for your own family…or else, you’ll be surrounded by strangers you think you know, and you’ll fail to truly understand what they needed.”
“…y-yes I’m fine, I just…can we go see Eclipsa now? Oh-oh…that’s…understandable, yes, I can see how her work keeps her…busy….I…- Oh, Meteora is coming! Well, then what are we waiting for! Today I need to teach her how to use a Claymore, what if a Monst- I-I mean, a thief might threaten her family! Yes, yes I know she’s a kid right now, this is the best age to grow the muscles, see how Cressida is doing! A lady of five summers, and can already raise a gladius! …Yes, yes I was training her today, I thought you would know.”
“…why the stare? Did I do something wrong? We could always teach her archery instead!”
Oh hey, another doodle dump! Days go by, but our characters still live their daily lives…oh my, what’s this mention about a secretary? Why Cressie suddenly took a turn to Hot Topic? Then suddenly all floaty? Is all of this even canon? Perhaps, some of these doodles are quite old…guess only time will tell!
Talking about canonity, we did originally plan to add the rest of the MHC too, before Cleaved…y’know, did it’s thing! Like, Rhombulus was originally planned to be a Janitor!
Of course, these days his snakes are probably in a display and his crystal collecting dust somewhere…or perhaps not? I dunno, Magic Regulators and Collective Portals sure are nifty, aren’t they?
Have a good…whatever time of the day you are having right now!
Small doodles from Circa 2018. You know it’s old cause they still got ‘em pupils…gotta say though, I do prefer the canon look, make them more otherworldly.
Each of these was kind of like…a cover, from a mini fanfic about each Queen between me and the Cressieverse. I should release those someday…
Nah. Way too much types. Excellent idea for more Memoirs though.
“Do-Do I really need to do this? I-I mean…this is something a bit…hmm…heavy. O-Oh…well, okay then. Just…p-please don’t judge me too much, okay? Oh, hmm…I wish I could write it…”
“Anyway, something about me…oh, this is like an interview? Oh, this does take me back! Okay…hmm…you know my mother, right Cressida. Well, I’ll share a little tale! It’s…hm, not cute, but I hope you learn something from it…{maybe you and your mother will..hmm..} Oh s-sorry, just…talking to myself.”
“…my mother is something I utterly adore, Cressie. O-oh…s-sorry that is still a bit sore, right? Hmm…oh-oh you like her a lot too! Oh, I love when she gets so focused on the cube that she puts the tip of her tongue o- Right, right, I’m digressing…s-sorry. Anyway, my mother was someone I utterly adored, with all my heart, even if I…hmm, didn’t know how to express it like most other people did…but that was fine for us, we weren’t really sociable, chatty, and an evening reading our books, or entertaining Mother’s riddles were much more worth than forcing ourselves to chat of matters like the weather, or gossip…”
“Right, I did frown, right, hmm…sorry. I particularly hate it…I’ve had to hear from it a lot…specially directed towards my mother.”
“Black Widow. Rhina the Two Faced. Husband Murderer. Monster Lover. I’m certain you…know of my father, right? Lord John Roachley…his name makes me sick to the stomach; well, the lack of it, but I digress. The details were before my time, and mother does not like to share them, besides what I already came to expect and learn…an abusive, inattentive husband, ignorant of the fact that my mother forced herself to even fall in love with him, calling her a freak, boring, ignoring her needs and leaving her even more alone than she already was.”
“Mother says the spell that broke his heart is a mistake, but I simply see as…justice, for a wicked demon. No offense to the Lucitors that is, I suppose…like many things, mother was just unfortunate. She didn’t have many friends either, one of them being recently diseased, and Lady Gyora on the…dimension of the creepy looking cats; nonetheless, I…was mother’s only company, on that lonesome, massive castle.”
“I’m aware mother wasn’t the…best of queens. Neither the worst, certainly not, but mother had a quirky behavior, her obsession with riddles, and this…distance to others, that made plenty of people resent her. And with the murder of my father, and the constant shaming and aggression from the Lucitors…Well, she dealt with a lot of backdoor intrigue. And I had to listen to a lot of it. I dislike crowds, I really really do, it isn’t only because of that…but partially, I just absolute loathed what they would talk behind our backs. Or pity me, for being the “daughter of a murderer” or how “fruit of a loveless marriage”…nonsense, born of idle minds and barren minds, but I always bared it, like mother did. We were royals, we were always to be above such noise coming from whineysayers, and gossipers, looking for mischief and fan the flames of the rumor mill for amusement, or wicked self-interest.”
“…my line, however, was when a tabloid, I remember to this day its name, The Truthial Mewnial…stupid name, right? Well, they published an article about my father. How he was a kind, loving ma, ready to be made a father, before cut short by a queen, threatened by the Lucitors might, and influence…”
“…dear, you certainly know how demons are very…protective of their mothers, right? And I am, I love my mother very much. So, not only to see my mother’s name dragged through the mud, but I also had to see her cry…and deal with the glares, from ungrateful men and women, willing to make her more and more miserable…well…that’s my first secret, Cressie. I’m very…very upset if someone hurts my family.”
“So, I sought them out. Each and every member of that sensationalist, worthless piece of yellow journalism…Names. Families. Properties; No one would blink at the shy, timid kid of Rhina, wouldn’t be too suspicious of her intents; really, it’s surprising how much lee-way a princess has when all she has to do is look shy, embarrassed, give some smiles, and ask side questions…”
“When I had all of it, I’ve…convinced mother to prepare one of those meals with them…she hated them, they took the opportunity to rub in her face about my father’s death, but would apologize for mother to have to deal with them one last time, and she took it as interest of me in royal matters…so they were invited, bringing their dirt in our halls, the snide looks and glares stamped on their faces…I said I felt ill, and Mother understood, the hurt and frustration in her eyes showing…took any single second thought of what I would do.”
“…w-why are you’re looking at me so scared? Hmm…a-am I spooking you? I-I can stop! Eer…hmm…ok-okay, if you say so. I-I think I am getting to the…good part? Okay…”
“So in the quiet of the night, I’ve gone to the archives, coincidentally unlocked by what may, or may have not been Lady Gyora on a visit, surely, I’ve got their ownership papers…their funds, stocks, treaties on land, ownership of that damned tabloid, and burned them myself…I would have thrown in a fire, but I wanted the pleasure to burn their trace on my kingdom myself; then I’ve snuck out, carrying torches…the houses were empty, as they wouldn’t have been tone deaf to refuse an invitation from royalty…and breaking in, and turning their houses into pyres was…well, just as easy, and rewarding.”
“I suppose that comes from my dad because the fire…felt really, really good. I’ve returned, smiling. I’ve come back to my home, took a shower, my conspirators made sure they wouldn’t know until it was too late, and went to sleep like a baby.
“Next day, they were ruined. All their belongings were gone, all their papers, any trace of any presence they had on Mewni completely and utterly erased…they tried to raise a ruckus, but what were they now, but penniless peasants, raising a ruckus? They’ve left, tail between their legs, very likely hoping the Lucitors would give them refugee…I couldn’t care less, if they loved them so much, they could go right back to them.”
“The next day, my mother was visibly happy, and we’ve braided each other’s hair. Demons are very close to their mothers, Cressie, and I’m no exception. I won’t let anyone have any measure of harm to my family, and not see retribution multiplied.”
“…oh, did I got too much into it? Hmm…n-no no one died, haha! Hmm…”
“…oh, hmm…s-sorry if I scared you, I can just g- Oh…you want me to teach you how to break out of the Castle? I-I shouldn’t, b-but…well, i-if you insist…there’s this painting of Alphonse the Brave…”
