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[xxlordalexanderxx]

👑| Stater for @pushspacetocontinue

Alexander often found himself reminiscing about the kind young man who had surprised him with such decadent treats on his birthday. Though the offer to return the favor had been politely declined, Alexander's baking mood was unrelenting. As with all his culinary creations, he produced a fine basket of warm, jewel-like tarts that mirrored the gem on his jaw.

However, a dilemma arose: how would he get these treats to Russell? Visiting the human world was risky, as he had learned firsthand through the chaos and noise humans created. Not to mention the complications of snatching folks up through portals unexpectly.

Then, an idea struck. Perhaps a 'small' rift in the fabric of space could suffice, allowing him to drop off the basket of goodies with a very large demon hand.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

"Ahhh, yes it does, is that an issue at all—hm." For a moment he did remember hearing some ruckus about Hook having to quit drink. A shame.

"Did you quit drinking at some point? My apologies.."

Hook sprawled back onto the comfort of the grand chair in the cabin, chest rising and falling and cheeks flushed. He blinked blearily at the bottle that was handed to him, rotating it in his hand to examine its contents and the label.

".... Does it contain alcohol?" He asked.

[kingbcwser]

@hannah-the-small || continued from x

             “Nah, don’t bother with owing me stuff,” Bowser made a gesture with his hand, arms crossed over his chest as he took a better glance at James. For once, he was glad to have saved the poor guy from meeting an unpleasant end with those piranha plants... even though he was a human presumably so, Bowser couldn’t just let Hannah grow up without a father for the rest of her childhood.

             “You daughter is with Junior now, they’re playing safe in the garden with Kamek.” The monarch stood by the bed, but didn’t sit down for the sake of being polite. “Now... what happened to you? Do you remember anything before the crash?”

[xxlordalexanderxx]

"Alright, so I need a second opinion." Yarbert says walking out of a portal, "In your opinion, is it unethical to eat a dragon? I've heard multiple opinions, some approving some disapproving and I just need to hear it from more than one dragon and you're like...the twelfth dragon I'm at first name basis with but you're also the only other one I know who's a king so your opinion is valuable."

He was munching on the heads of some animal crackers that Hannah had discarded when Yarbert appeared. Startled, he tried to mask his surprise by eating faster. "Fuc—" He grabbed a glass of milk and washed down his cookie feast, then turned his attention to his guest.

"Ah! Yes, hello, my good friend. What an odd but interesting question. WELL. It depends. I try not to do it myself, but I usually eat other dragons not of my lands, not of my... hive, so to speak. It asserts my dominance. I only do this to make a point when the scoundrels are being difficult. So yes and no or under special conditions. I take no offense to it personally. Besides, most dragons don't taste good at all."

[conquestar]

💾Do you ever have trouble with new technology?

✯ Questions for Immortals/Ancients ✯

"Sometimes. As much as an inventor does with creating such. But learning is a tantalising process, and it keeps me entertained. The easiest way to overcome obstacles is to understand them. I do not fear challenges—they're what makes Earth delightful."

[xxlordalexanderxx]

Every so often, Alexander would slow to a stop and adjust his gait. Having smaller folks in his life, he was used accommodating to the demands of those not able to match his stride, but also he’d provide them a lift to speed up their journey. Here, he made no such offer. Particularly in the sense that he was not familiar or friendly with his unknown visitor, and judging from the distance they kept from him, the feeling was mutual.

He remained untroubled by thoughts of them escaping; he knew that the shadow guard lurking unseen would handle any such attempt.

Eventually, the pair came upon the cobblestone road leading to the magnificent Castle Xandora. Vicious looking red crystal jutted from its spires, glowing, showing small hints of a barrier that shielded the structure, while armored beasts patrolled the grounds and the air above the archipelago. Bedeku’s presence went unnoticed; the King’s escort suggested they were a guest.

“Welcome.”

Well… He was right, but he didn't have to point it out so bluntly. That only hurt their mild sense of pride.

“... Right...” Seeing him begin to walk, they did the same, having to walk with quick steps to match his larger ones, and staying behind as they followed. Of course though, their disdain remained, especially at the idea of being "vetted" as if they were some kind of wild animal.

And yet… They could find some appeal on the whole thing. They wouldn't refuse taking part in a royal meal; in fact, the mere mention of it had caused their own stomach to give out a faint growl. Much to their shame.

Also, maybe they could ask that court mage for some assistance. They could use some help when it came to magic. Even if they were in no position to demand anything, as far as they knew.

Still, those were concerns for later. For now, they had to remain focused.

[mcltiples]

Send 🎤 to overhear my muse singing || accepting

@calamitism sent; 🎤 ( for king, from luz )

Supposedly, King thought the house was empty. It should've been. He didn't see any sign of Eda or Luz. Well, he didn't exactly hear either of them leave. Yet, he figured they both went out. To do what? He didn't know! All that mattered was he had the house to himself.

So he thought.

A perfect chance to line up the plushies that he had in a row. Such as a lieutenant would, straight posture and arms folded back, he paced the length of the line up. Only to stop and turn on his heel.

"Alright, men! It is time for---" He dragged out the word. "The singing competition! As your leader, I shall go first!"

As he cleared his throat, he wiggled his way onto the couch. Standing on one of the cushions. He grabbed the nearest item to act as a microphone. Both hands were around it as he got into the zone.

"I----- am your King!" He began to sing, slightly dramatically. "And you shall bow----- to me!" Carrying the notes wasn't his strong suit, but it didn't matter to him. "La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la~"

And with that short rendition, he gave a bow. An unheard applause that only played through his imagination. "Thank you, thank you! I wrote that myself!" He was so proud of it.

[muralmxse]

“You better shape up.” (from Clawdeen to Cleo)

classic 70′s song lyrics ... sentence starters || [ Accepting ]

For @sorcerymuses || Monster High

       ❝ Excuse YOU? I don't NEED to shape up! I STAY ready which is something YOU still need to practice! You lack sturdiness hence why we fell in the pool! ❞

[xxlordalexanderxx]

A part of him felt a little bad as he watched the frightened taur back away. Then he realized that he was still quite large for a typical wolf and shrank down to a more reasonable size. However, Terrence didn’t flee, which showed there was potential.

⟪I know you’re scared, Terrence, but at least you didn’t run away. Fear not; I will not harm you. ⟫ He emphasized this point by sitting down instead of continuing to approach him.

⟪“But if you want to protect your future loved one from wolves, you need to stand up to them. You can’t just stand there trembling. Think about what could happen if you did—watching her get mauled. Would that not infuriate you? You may not have fangs and claws, but have sharp horns and hooves, are they any different? Use them. Even better that you can make weapons.”⟫

Terrence must have been the runt of the flock, it was all making sense now. But even a runt can rise in the face of adversity.

The sheep backed away as he noticed the body of the King warping and shrinking, turning into something less gentlemanly and more feral and beastly than before. Eyes wide and sweat clinging to his brow, he tried not to let his legs shake and to fight the instinct to RUN.

He would have been impressed with the magic and transformation if it weren't for the fact he was very much afraid.

Ears folding back, Terry merely stepped further away as the wolf stalked closer.

"U-um.... I.... I'm not sure about this, Alex..." he said in reply to the voice in his head. How was he supposed to attack a wolf like THIS? It was no wolf, not REALLY and not only that... Did he HAVE to? Not that he could hurt the King but STILL.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

👑| Starter for @xandra-was @project115

A demonic and fiery portal materialized out of thin air, and from it stepped the draconian monarch. He wasn’t exactly certain where he had landed this time, but the first thing he noticed was the splendid, shining sun and the bright, lush, rolling green hills. This place seemed bountiful and untouched by winter’s grasp. His scales tingled as the rays touched them, reminding him of how he longed for spring to arrive in Xandora – just a few more months to endure. Of course, his dramatic arrival startled a nearby group of Neopets. At the sight of him, they screamed and scurried away – a most appropriate reaction.

"Hello colorful marshmellow animals, you flatter me."

[conquestar]

🍼 Would you ever consider having offspring with a mortal? Side note : can u get a man pregnant

✯ Questions for Immortals/Ancients ✯

He's amused by this one.

"Pregnant with ambitions and aspirations, yes. There is nothing better than the roar of a man who is giving birth to success."

[xxlordalexanderxx]

"Perhaps we can indulge a little after this delightful treat you've prepared. Wine and pie seem like an odd combination to me," he chuckled. "I have a vast and colorful collection of various wines, meads, ales, and lighter options too."

Once Nessa found the tools she needed, the appliances magically resized to suit her needs. Cromwell had ensured this convenience, given the number of guest cooks the castle hosted.

"No worries, the kitchen will acclimate to your size," he bubbled.

He mused thoughtfully at her question, picking up his fork in anticipation of his slice of pie.

"Well, when castle duties and kingly obligations have been taken care of, you get rather bored, and so you tend to want to learn new hobbies, especially ones that keep stress at bay."

"Wine? Oh, I'd love to try a glass! And that's all I can try, alas I'm a lightweight drinker and have zero experience in making alcohol. But I do find the process interesting!"

Already making herself familiar with the kitchen, she could easily find what she needed to cut the pie, though it was tricky to find the right size for her hand. Still, it never deterred her from learning!

"Hehe, thank you. At a certain point, I was working in a restaurant as a waitress and occasional kitchen hand, so I had time to learn. It doesn't hurt to have few useful skills," since you never know where life will take you, is something she thought whenever she was back on the road.

With utmost care, she manages to cut out slices that would satisfy both of them. "What about you? When did you decide to indulge in hobbies like this?"

[mcltiples]

TAG DUMP PT. 20

[muralmxse]

       ❝ Listen, not everybloody is bless with grace and humility like moi, but you can try better if you're going to do that. ❞

[xxlordalexanderxx]

eyesofcuriosity [replied]

"No need to stress, please pay no mind to ignorant comments "

"I won't, it's still bothersome but that's just what us beasts go through. Though they are not lying; I do eat people dear. Only when I need too these days."

[xxlordalexanderxx]

He listened quietly, nodding and taking in the information as she spoke. Being part rabbit, he was well aware that flowers could be eaten, but he had never thought of sugaring them. A simple yet delightful way to transform an otherwise plain but nourishing treat. He agreed to the method of which to prepare Alexander's portions. His meals were usually massive in size and required time, thought, and energy. The drabbit was pleased to know Erin understand how things worked around here.

"Cooking and baking are the more pleasant parts of work, I must admit," he said with a nod. It certainly beat cleaning the dungeons.

Her last question made him pause for a moment to consider it. Valentine’s Day, as it were, was just another day. Sure, he prepared the meals and treats, and set the atmosphere right for Alexander and his many, many partners, but he himself… really had no one to share it with. It didn’t bother him in the slightest, as he was very disinterested in just about everyone around him and wasn't looking, but he thought of something for a moment… and then shook the thought away.

"Hm… he doesn’t strike me as a lad who’d be partial to sweets," he mused, more to himself than to her. By this point, he had his portion of strawberry syrup ready and was approaching her with the full pot, the kitchen laden with the cloying smell of confections.

She couldn't really deny her pleasure at watching him, both enjoying the little work she'd done so far and the kitchen coming alive as he magically began tasks. She knew it was a common sight in the castle but even so...well wasn't a bard supposed to see beauty and delight in the little things?

She did chuckle a little bit as well though. "Quite a number of flowers are edible, and tasty. Magnolia flowers taste a great deal like ginger, for instance, and I've seen common milkweed used for syrup as well, though you have to be careful to only use the flower. Not to mention dandelions, of course, but every part of them is edible."

Getting to talk about this with someone actually interested delighted her more than a little as well. Part of her travels had always been to learn new things, and the world had so many secrets...though Xandora had a lifetime's worth of secrets all on its own, it seemed.

"Well the sweets are for the season of course, but I do always plan for His Majesty's portion in particular first. I love celebrations though...and making this sort of stuff is fun for me."

Creativity...that was the ticket. Crafting things, be they songs or candies, fueled something deep within her, in the depths of her soul she craved it like air.

And now her hands moved, partitioning another sugar mixture for the syrup. "Syrup and jam are really only separated by the amount of sugar to solids, and jam needing time to set. I've got some molds for softer gummy candies, and ones for lollipops as well." The woman looked up, truly unable to stop smiling for the time being. "What about you, Cromwell? If you've got someone specific in mind, we can set aside some of the treats for them."