#festivia

This AU would go into Eclipsa’s life as not a queen, but a prisoner of motherhood. She is being forced to raise a child who is going to take everything from her baby. This child, no matter how sweet or innocent she is, and no matter how great a bond Eclipsa has, will be a thief to her mother and sister.

This AU would also go into Festivia’s life like this. Meteora would be Eclipsa’s favorite, and Festivia would have no idea why. It would be a complete secret that she was adopted. While Festivia gets all the treats and favors from the MHC, she gets less love from the woman she believes to be her mother. I also don’t think they would tell Meteora the truth, so she would have to deal with that guilt as well.

The poor girls would find themselves on opposite ends of the spectrum.

Does Eclipsa find warmth in her heart for Festivia?

Does the MHC warm up to the rowdy young Meteora?

Do the “sisters” grow into a strong bond, or do they have a deep rivalry?

Will the secret be revealed? Would Meteora find her true father sealed away and start asking questions? Would Festivia find her origins in Pie land?

Festivia the Fun

Born to Queen Vega’s third husband, she succeed her sister Ursagina upon her death. You’d never know it from, her depictions but she had a rough life, lots of loss, lots of wine, she is best known for her people’s adornment of her. She’s also the first Queen under the name “Dragonfly”.

Regulus the Relentless

Regulus, first of his name and second child of Festivia, his inheritance to the throne wasn’t a pleasant event… and his reign was full of war and bloodshed, most of it justified, but some of it was pure revenge.

Sideria the Enduring

Sideria II, 2nd and last of that name she had a long reign rule of safeness and death. In her lifetime she experienced more death than most, had to bury most of her family, including her own children.

Nebula the Last Dragonfly

As her title suggests, Nebula II was the last Queen of the Dragonfly Dynasty. She was her mother’s only surviving child she spent most of her short adult life protecting her family’s throne from another… 

Meteora the First Firefly 

Meteora wasn’t the daughter of Nebula II, but is the daughter of Sideria II’s half brother. Under her reign the dynasty changed to the Firefly Family, and her short reign managed to bring back some peace to Mewni.

4. Festivia the Forgotten 

Eclipsa stood before the Magical High Commission under the light of the Box of Truth. Star sat behind them while Moon stood above them in her box. 

This was it. Now, she would finally find out what had happened to her daughter. Why did every book mention someone she had never seen called Festivia as her daughter? Why did the Magical High Commission always look at her like something nasty they stepped in? 

“What did you do with my daughter?’ 

Eclipsa fought to keep her face as the box turned to illuminate the MHC… who were now all smirking like she had stepped in a bear trap. 

“Oh, I was hoping that would be what you did.” 

“This is going to be great.” 

“Time for you to pay for what you did, Eclipsa.” 

“Enough! Answer the question, please. I wasn't there three hundred years ago, so you must answer it.” 

As Moon brought order, Omni turned to the box. 

“Can I ask her a clarifying question before we begin?” 

Go ahead, but I will withdraw that right if it isn’t relevant. 

With a nod, the oldest member turned to face the ex-queen. 

“Which daughter? Meteora or Festivia?” 

Eclipsa rolled her eyes at the question. “Meteora, of course. I don’t even know who Festivia is.” 

Omni narrowed his eyes at her while Heckapoo held her scissors threateningly, and Rhombulus’s snake hands hissed at her. 

“We did nothing to Meteora. Festivia dealt with her sister herself.” 

True. 

“What! Festivia wasn’t her sister! How could she? I only had one daughter.” 

Are you sure about that? 

The box began to glow menacingly, and the wall began to close. 

“Hold up, Box; it’s possible she really doesn’t remember. That wouldn’t be lying. We can help jog her memory if that’s allowed.” 

The box pondered a moment before answering. 

Fine, but you will still be required to tell the truth during this. 

Omni nodded, as did his two siblings. 

“Ok then. It started over 300 years ago on Eclipsa’s wedding day.” 

The box projected a holographic image of a young Eclipsa in a wedding dress, looking incredibly unhappy as she stood next to a plump young man in a powdered wig and green teeth. 

“I think you remember this? Your mother put you marrying Shastacan in her will to show solidarity with a fellow Mewman kingdom.” 

Eclipsa scowled at the image. 

“He smelled of moldy old coin purses, chewed algie, had nothing going on in his mind, was way too fat, had corn-colored toe-nails, and only cared for the wealth and power of marrying me. The only good thing was that he was ok with the two of us sleeping in separate rooms and only seeing each other when there was no other option.” 

Omni nodded at that. “Yeah, we can all agree that he was far from a catch. But you do remember that he was the ONLY one in the castle at the time who wasn't putting pressure on you to have a kid with him to secure the family line?” 

Eclipsa nodded. “That was most disheartening. It was a full month of non-stop bugging before I got them to leave me alone. I did it by… Um?” 

She blinked as she scratched her chin. “I remember casting a spell to make them leave me alone, but I can’t remember the details. I think it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.” 

Rhombulus stood up. “I was there, so how about I take over?” 

Go ahead. 

With that, the rock-head spoke. 

“I was there to work with the army to smash down the monsters in response for their killing your mother. We were in the meeting room, and you looked terrible. Like you hadn’t slept at all.” 

The hologram turned into one of a disheveled Eclipsa standing at the head of a table, yawning into her hand. A board-looking Shastacan sat on a throne to her side, drinking from a goblet large enough to fit an entire roast chicken. Rhombulous sat to her left, brushing the fangs on his snake hands. A dozen mewman nobles and knights crowded the large table before them. 

“Only a quarter of the meeting was about attacking the monsters. A quarter was the nobles saying how disgusting the monsters were, while a half was them needing Eclipsa on having a kid.” 

The hologram changed to show Eclipsa’s face beginning to twitch as the nobles kept talking, half of them at her and the other half ignoring her. Shastacan finished his goblet and placed it between the two monarchs on the table. 

“Eventually, you lost your cool.” 

The holographic Eclipsa slammed her fist on the table as she leaped to her feet. 

“ENOUGH! You want a heir? Here!” 

She flipped around her wand to prick her finger on the tip before grabbing Shastacan’s and pricking his. 

“Ouchy!” 

Ignoring his cries of pain, she tapped the wand to put both drops of blood in the goblet. She then took a step back and pointed her wand at it. 

“Blood of mother and father, bind together to make a daughter.” 

A blast of energy shot forth, coating the top of the goblet with a purple webbing. 

The entire table stared at the goblet in silence, waiting for anything to happen. 

“So, is the cup supposed to be the new princess? Because-“ 

“WAAAH!” 

As the sounds of a baby crying emerged from the cup, the webbing disappeared, and a tiny hand shot up. 

“There, happy? Now can someone bring the kid to the nursery so we can get back to business?” 

Rhombulus looked at this event in shock. 

“But Queen Eclipsa? That is your daughter. Don’t you want to take some time to bond with her? Play with her? Name her?” 

Eclipsa rolled her eyes before shoving the crying goblet into his hands. 

“Thank you for volunteering, Rhombulus. There’s a nursery in the east hall on the 5th floor. Take her there.” 

Rhobulus grabbed the goblet and stood up before realizing what was said. 

“But the royal bedrooms are on the west hall on the 12th floor. How are you going to hear her cries?” 

Eclipsa didn’t respond; she just pointed to the door. 

“Get that screaming thing out of here!” 

With a wave of her wand, Rhombulus and the goblet floated out of the room, and the door closed behind them. As soon as they had left, another servant with a large mug of a steaming brown liquid entered. 

“Your coffee-“ 

“GIVEME!GIVEME!GIVEME!” 

On one side of the hologram, Eclipsa downed the coffee in one go. On the other hand, Rhombulus gently removed the baby from the goblet from which she was born and cradled her gently in his arms. 

“Um, there there?” 

The baby’s crying stopped, and the courtroom got its first real look at the kid. She had fair cream skin, blueish-purple hair, and grape-colored four-pointed star-shaped marks on her cheeks. The most striking thing about her was her blue eyes staring at Rhombulus. Her crying quieted a little as she rested in his arms. 

“Ok, this was not how I expected this day to go. Um, hello there? I’m Rhombulus.” 

The baby’s crying then picked up in volume. 

“Whoa, can you stop crying? Do you want to be rocked? Burped? Fed? What do babies eat?” 

As he panicked, several thumps were heard from the door behind him. 

“Keep it down! We’re trying to have a meeting.” 

Rhombulus looked back before adjusting the baby to be held with one arm as he pulled out his scissors with the other. 

“Ok, time to consult my siblings.” 

The hologram ended as he opened the portal, leaving the real MHC glaring daggers at Eclipsa, Moon and Star looking at Eclipsa with expressions of shock and horror, and Eclipsa looking mortified. 

“I-I forgot that. I forgot about making a child. How could I forget doing that?” 

She then paled. “What happened to Festivia? Why don’t I remember being a mother to her?” 

You already asked your one question. 

“Let her ask, she deserves this.” 

The Box nodded at Heckapoo’s request. 

“Well, the simple reason why you can’t remember making her is that you were too tired and hadn’t gotten your coffee yet. As for why you don’t remember being a mother to her. Well, watch.” 

The hologram shifted to one of Heckapoo, Omni, Lekmet, Rhombulus, and a giraffe man in a toga. Heckapoo looked at the baby being fed from a bottle in Lekmet’s arms. 

“So Eclipsa made a baby and told you to put her at the opposite end of the castle from her?” 

Rhombulus nodded. “I can get not wanting the whole royal family in one place to avoid them all being taken out at once, but this didn’t seem like that.” 

Lekmet bleated, which helpfully had subtitles in the hologram. 

“Give her a chance. Put the baby in the nursery, alert the staff, and remind Eclipsa about it later when she has had time to realize what she did.” 

Omni nodded. “Yeah, she just had a bad day. Give her some time, and she’ll show that she can be a good parent.” 

With that, the hologram shifted to Rhombulus and Heckapoo appearing in a nursery and talking to a head maid. After confirming that she would be cared for, the two went to Eclipsa at a lunch table. 

“Your majesty? We have dropped your daughter at the nursery as you requested.” 

Eclipsa didn’t stop cutting her steak as she responded. “My what?” 

All the Butterflies watching the hologram flinched at that, with the real MHC shooting daggers at both the holographic and real Eclipsa. The holo-MHC just glanced at each other before turning back to her. 

“Your daughter? The one you made during the meeting?” 

Eclipsa didn’t stop eating while she shrugged. 

“Look, whatever decisions I made during the meeting are final. Constantly pestering me about them during my dinner isn’t going to change my mind. I am still against the war with the monsters, I am not joining the front lines, I am not making more Solarian Warriors, and I am not going to have kids with Shastacan.” 

As she finished her dinner, she waved a servant over. 

“Now leave me alone; it's dessert time.” 

The two members of the MHC just looked at her back as she took off the lid and began enjoying the candy bars underneath. As she finished the first, the two made a portal and disappeared. 

Star was heartbroken by this display and turned to Eclipsa in desperation. 

“Why did you brush them off?” 

Eclipsa was as horrified as Star as she stared at the hologram. 

“People were always trying to corner me outside of meetings and convince me to change my stance on those policies or decisions. I just grew into the habit of tuning them out and telling them to bring it up in meetings.” She then grew to look shameful and deflated. “And even during the meetings, I would only try to convince people to stop the war with the monsters, stop seeing monsters as lesser, and try to convince the people to do things without my involvement.” 

Heckapoo nodded. “Yep, you had a bad habit of labeling everyone in your kingdom and your allied kingdom as against you, so you never listened to any of them. Even when they spent a month trying to get you to acknowledge your daughter.” 

Moon was shell-shocked at that. 

“A MONTH?” 

Star hadn’t realized she had jumped from her chair until she was next to Heckapoo. 

“But what about Shastacan?” 

The hologram changed to one of the puggy man sitting at the head of a table laden with food and shoving an impressively large quantity into his mouth with lightning speed. The giraffe man and Lekmet stood next to him. 

“Shastacan-“ 

“It’s Your Majesty or King Shastacan.” 

Lekmet rolled his eyes and bleated at the giraffe. 

“Your majesty, we just wanted to tell you that your daughter has been moved to the nursery prescribed by your wife, the queen. She hasn’t visited yet, and we were wondering if you wanted to.” 

The Giraffe got a disgusted look as he saw the king shove an entire turkey leg into his mouth to remove all the meat. When he was done, he said one word. 

“No.” 

“BAAA!” 

Shastacan reached forward to pick up a sausage, cutting it up as he answered what he thought Lekmet said. 

“It’s not my responsibility to look after the brat. That’s what servants are for. Why would I want to be around that crying, snot-covered, smelly thing? It can’t even go to the bathroom on its own!” 

“But-“ 

Shastacan turned and shot the giraffe man a look. 

“Raynaldo the Bald Patch, let me make this perfectly clear; the only reason I am here is to promote some idea of ‘mewman unity’ in the face of a monster war. The only thing that baby does for me is take away an excuse I could have used down the line to make one with the queen once the pressure had built up on her enough. If the kid died today, I wouldn’t shed a tear. 

“Now, get out of my dining room.” 

The now-named Raynaldo and Lekmet just glared daggers at him for a few seconds before turning and walking away. 

“As you can see, there was no help on that side.” 

Omni nodded. “Yes. We didn’t give up, though. We decided to try to work on convincing them to step up and be the parents they should be. Until then, we all soldered the title together.” 

It then switched to showing dozens of images of the MHC members trying to talk to Eclipsa and Shastacan while being shut down and ignored every time. 

Omni telekinetically floated her into the air and rocking her, to her great amusement. Heckapoo warming a bottle with the flame over her head before feeding her. Rhombulus changing her diaper while angling his head to project rainbows where she could see them. Lekmet “singing” her to sleep, and somehow succeeding. Raynaldo reading a history book as a bedtime story. 

“After a month, we started giving up hope. We cut our daily attempts down to weekly, then monthly. Eclipsa grew more distrustful and fed up with her kingdom and job, while Shastacan continued indulging in his hedonistic lifestyle.” 

The hologram then showed the MHC all sitting in the baby’s nursery, with Lekmet cradling the kid while the others had a little cupcake with a candle in it. 

“Happy one-month anniversary, baby!” 

Heckapoo groaned at that. 

“Okay, that’s it. We need to name the kid. Neither parent is willing to do it, so I guess it’s up to us.” 

Rhombulus let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you. That had been bothering me for a while. How about something related to wine? She was born in a wine goblet after all. Chartreuse?” 

Omni shook his glass ball at it. “Nah, it needs to be something easy for her to understand. How about Brandy?” 

Heckapoo shot the two a dirty look. “We are not naming our kid after alcohol; I don’t want her becoming an alcoholic.” 

Raynaldo snapped his fingers. “Calpurnius.” 

Omni sighed. “I just said they have to be kid-friendly.” 

“Baaa.” 

The rest of the party froze and all turned to him. “What was that?” 

He then began bleating again, with the captains returning. 

“Festivia. She is bringing us happiness, and we want her to be happy. It also ties into her birth in the chalice.” 

The others began looking at each other and nodding. 

“Yeah, that makes sense.” 

“Works for me.” 

“Let’s do it.” 

Lekmet then looked down at the baby. “Hello, there, little Festivia. Since your parents are jerks, we will be your family now.” 

The scene then changed to one of a four-year-old Festivia reading a book with Lekmet, seemingly understanding his bleeding. 

A six-year-old Festivia dulling Rhombulus with wooden swords. When she disarmed him, he overacted his defeat to the little girl's laughter. 

An eight-year-old Festivia stargazing with Omni. The skull told the girl stories of the stars and promised to take her to visit them one day. 

Ten-year-old Festivia going down a river of time with Raynaldo, being shown scenes of the past as she takes notes. 

An 11-year-old Festivia is sitting on a bench with Heckapoo, reading a book titled “Mewberty and You.” Festivia’s face was entirely red from blushing, but Heckapoo chuckled and continued talking. 

Twelve birthday parties, which became more and more elaborate and filled with more and more people. No matter what, each party started with the same question. 

“Where are mom and dad?” 

After each party, no matter how large, no matter how many presents, no matter how good the cake, no matter how many friends or servants showed up, the holograms always ended the same. A lonely girl in her room looking at a picture of the parents who didn’t show. 

There wasn’t a dry eye in the courtroom at that time. Even the Box of Truth was shedding a single flaming tear. Rhombulus then rounded on Eclipsa again. 

“And when she got old enough to try to talk to you and Shastacan? You both brushed her off again.” 

“No more. Please?” 

Ignoring the pleas of the former queen, the Box showed a scene of a four-year-old walking up to Eclipsa walking down the hall. 

“Excuse me? Do you-“ 

“Not now, little girl. I have an important meeting to get to.” 

“Can you skip and spend time with me, Mom?” 

Eclipsa scoffed at that. “I’m not your mother, and I can’t skip this meeting. I have finally figured out how to convince those mewnisters to call off this war. Soon, the monsters will be left in peace.” 

Eclipsa picked up the pace, leaving the shot-legged Festivia behind without once looking down at her. 

The scene then changed to Shastacan sitting on a balcony and chewing some green algae. Four-year-old Festivia walked up to him like she did with her mom. 

“Hello, Daddy, can you play with me?” 

“No, now leave me alone.” 

Festivia frowned at that. “But why?” 

He shrugged before popping another algae chew in his mouth. “Because I don’t like kids, why don’t you bother someone else before I have the guards throw you into the moat?” 

Festiva’s expression dropped with that, leading to her walking out dejected. 

Dozens of more attempts then paraded before them. Unlike the MHC’s attempts, these didn’t stop as time passed. She tried to talk once a week, but they constantly ignored her, dismissed her, or saw her as one of the servants' kids. 

Omnitrik then let out a joyless chuckle. 

“Then we got to the day you ran away to be with your monster love. Festivia’s 12th birthday.” 

Just when you thought Eclipsa couldn’t get paler, she did. 

“No.” 

Despite her plea, the hologram did show a teary-eyed 12-year-old Festivia on the throne, being handed Eclipsa’s wand. When she grabbed it, the parasol became a goblet. The MHC stood by her side and rested their hands on her shoulders. 

Her father was by the buffet table nearby, stuffing his face. 

“We had to step in and rule while she grew up, and Glossaryck helped teach her magic. It was fine for two years, until she finally decided to read your chapter in the book and found the All-Seeing Eye spell.” 

The hologram then showed Festivia casting the spell. 

“Now I can finally find my mom and bring her back.” 

The portal then showed her an image of Eclipsa cuddling a baby Meteora with a purple monster beside her. 

“Hello Meteora. I’m your mother. This is your dad.” 

Festivia looked at the image with shock on her face. 

“She replaced me?” 

The butterflies all flinched at that. Heckapoo shot Eclipsa a savage look. 

“Oh, it got worse. She kept using it to see everything you did for her that you didn’t do for her.” 

The hologram then changed to show Festivia looking at Eclipsa raising Meteora. Feeding her, burping her, reading to her, playing with her, and more. 

“She never did anything, mainly because the spell only showed her what was happening and not where it was.  

“And then came the day everything changed.” 

The hologram showed Festivia using the All-Seeing Eye again, looking at Eclipsa, and putting her to bed before pecking her cheek. 

“Goodnight, sweety. I love you.” 

The portal disappeared as she dropped the wand to the ground. 

“She loves her?” 

Festivia just stood there silently before tears began to fall. 

“Why does she love her and not me?” 

The slight tears turned into full-blown bawling, collapsing to the ground. Eclipsa tried to reach forward to hug the crying child, but her chains kept her in check. 

Soon, the crying turned into a rage-filled scream before she was engulfed in a flash of light. 

When it cleared, Festiva was changed. Her skin was wine purple, she had six arms, light wings were behind her, and her eyes matched her cheek marks. 

“It’s her.” 

She waved her hand to make a portal and flew through it. It then changed to show her in a stone structure where Eclipsa was sitting. 

“Festivia was the one who crystallized me.” 

Festiva waved her hand and crystallized Eclipse’s bottom half before slowly floating over to her. Rhombulus chuckled at the display of magic. 

“I was so proud of her when she figured out how to do that.” 

Eclipsa tried hammering at her prisons without effect, eventually turning to reason. 

“Look, please leave us alone. I don’t know who you are, but I promise I have done nothing to you. I only left a castle filled with people who hated me to live with my family. I have built a life with my husband, and I have a daughter who needs her mother. What kind of person do you have to be to deprive a daughter of her mother?” 

Festivia didn’t stop. She just raised her hand, pointed it at her, and asked one question. 

“What about your child with Shastacan?” 

Eclipsa blinked before laughing. 

“I can guarantee I have no daughter with that creep. I have never even kissed him, let alone sleep with him. No, my only daughter is in the nursery behind me.” 

Hearing it again and knowing what she did now, Eclipsa felt her broken heart turn to dust. 

“So be it.” 

With a final blast, Eclipsa was crystallized. Festiva then exited her butterfly form, finding herself in the stone building and a crystalized figure beside her. 

“What did I do?” 

“WHAAA!” 

The hologram then fast-forwarded to Festivia standing above the cradle of Meteora. Omni then spoke up. 

“She gave you to us for storage, where we kept you until Moon freed you. As for Meteora, she dropped her off at St. Olgas.” 

Rhombulus then shot Eclipsa another stink eye. “But since she knew what it was like to have terrible parents, she called once a month to check in on her. Just calling, though; her issues with you wouldn’t let her do more than that.” 

Heckapoo then wrapped it up. “After that, she entered the ‘party girl’ vibe she is so well known for nowadays. Trying to always fill the hole you left in her heart with good times, friends, food, and drink. When your Monster husband ate your mewman husband, she crystallized him also. 

“So that’s why you can’t remember being a mother to her. You weren’t. We were her family; you are just another screw-up parent who made a kid do a job you hated and forgot about until it was convenient. Just like Glossaryck did with us.” 

Rhombulus and Omni nodded in agreement. Stan and Moon looked at them in shock. 

“You’re saying you let her rot in crystal for three hundred years because she was a bad parent and you have issues with Glossaryck? How is that fair?” 

“It isn’t.” 

The box stopped projecting and turned to Eclipsa. 

“Eclipsa has been found guilty of crimes against Mewnanity and being a terrible parent. However, the Magical High Commission has also been found guilty of falsely imprisoning Eclipsa and omitting the truth from the Butterfly records.” 

“Hay! What about sending Meteora to St. Olgas and separating her from her family?” 

The box turned to Star. “As lawful queen of Mewni, Festivia had the right to have her executed or banished as she wished. As distasteful as it may seem, it is not a crime I can punish her for. 

“This concludes the Trial. Although, if we’re all being honest here, it seems like ya’ll still have some issues to deal with.” 

With that, the box retracted its eye and fell to the ground, surrounded by the angry MHC and the stunned Butterfly family. 

Wow, this prompt really got away from me. This is an idea that spawned from a question. Can the wand be used to make a kid with someone without sleeping with them? Given that this is a hereditary monarchy with arranged marriages, it would make sense that it would be something at least one of the queens would have thought about. 

Eclipsa isn’t supposed to be evil here; she just made a snap decision when she was too young to deal with the consequences. Add in a toxic environment of people that Eclipsa hated due to legitimate issues with their bigotry, and she wasn’t in the headspace to be what Festiva needed. 

This would be a great multi-chapter story, focusing on Festivia growing up being raised by the MHC, dealing with Meteora, and being queen after that. Maybe get into how her issues with her mom affect her parenting style. 

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Viewers disclaimer: I don’t want to offend anyone who has mental illness. This is just my perception of a fictional character. Mental illness is different for anyone but if anyone thinks I’m portraying anything wrong please let me know.

Crescenta Butterfly’s chapter in the magic book of spells was very interesting. She might be portrait as the spoiled princess ego brat or a little girl that needs help. The description of her spells, journal entries, and mewman writing gave me the impression of someone with mental illness. I’m not a psychiatrist but her symptoms are sort of remind me of someone with schizophrenia or bipolar disorder.

Since there wasn’t really much character development, I thought I draw out the what if… what if she was suffering from early stages of schizophrenia and the one made it worse. She experiences delusions, visual, audible, and textile hallucinations, depression, anxiety, and extreme sensitivity.