The former Princess’s eyes sparkled excitedly as she held her hands, giving them a joyful squeeze. “So tell me, tell me everything about how you two met! Gimmie the romantic deeeets!”

White wig? Check. 

Well groomed moustache? Check. 

Impeccable shoes? Check. 

A perverse amount of expensive perfume that could ward off an entire warnicorn stampede from a mile away? He could use 3 more puffs on his chin.

The suitor made his way towards his beloved queen’s private chambers holding a handkerchief he wrapped around the thorns of a rose he stole from a big bouquet in the hallway. Shastakan was usually prepared with a gift whenever he paid her a visit, he showered her with expensive little trinkets, puppies, kittens and birds. All tokens of his love and admiration for the throne he hoped to be his someday. 

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._.- ♧ In a certain chamber, a place for no teenager, let alone a child that was barely six years of age. “Mommy, pl-please... I don’t like being in here,” the girl would plea to no avail as she was restrained, confined, forced to gaze as tears streamed to the reform tapes. Her claws deforming into hands, the changes she had been hiding oh so carefully brought to light, learning to suppress herself overtime partially thanks to these horrid tapes, but also from her own fear.

And the other is the sterotypical Grandma where she doesn’t approve of anyone for Star.

It makes me laugh.

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   (Toffee’s  Mom is an elephant confirmed)