#jushtin the boy queen
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my s/o asked me to draw anything off the memes as a reference and i have nothing in mind, except these two dumbasses. Throughout the years, Camilla and Jushtin still get in my head for no reason asnfhjasbf also I'm embracing that hairstyle for her now. Also I changed my artstyle now so no animu, sorry 😭
also please stream "Did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd" by Lana del Rey 💙💙
#svtfoe#star vs as forças do mal#svtfoe oc#svtfoe fanart#my art#sketch#canon x oc#jushtin the boy queen#svtfoe jushtin#camilla winterheart
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Gotta respecc this man. He stepped up in a time when his country needed a leader and didn't let his gender stop him.
More Jushtin aesthetics:
Jushtin for jushtice… 🍀
Ok, I’m going to continue working on my commissions. Hope I can draw this boy queen again someday. I respecc him.
#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#jushtin the uncalculated#jushtin the boy queen#svtfoe jushtin#good boye#eclipsa#she put the baby birb on his hat#she thinks it looks like him#uwu#🍀
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Papa’s Favorite Ghoul: Primo
Banner Credit Goes to @saradika-graphics! Word Count: 3281
Man, where do I even begin? I guess by stating that there’s two tropes I like: AUs where characters switch dynamics, and when characters or people go by titles that don’t traditionally align with their gender identity. Like woman kings or, in the case of Star vs the Forces of Evil, Jushtin the Boy Queen. Admittedly they’re more so applied to align with the importance placed on patriarchal and/or matriarchal power but we’re not getting into that. Nor are we getting into the kind of weird patriarchal traits of the Catholic Church the Church of Ghost keeps hold to — there are real-world explanations for them, I suppose, and this is fanfiction.
What we are getting into is my blending of the two aforementioned tropes to create this…Well, I guess it’s a series of sorts now because each character segment got too hefty to belong to one singular post. My bad. But I digress:
Somewhere out there, there is a universe where you were a part of the bloodline that has long reigned the Satanic Church as a dark papal dynasty. And now the title of Papa, for better or worse, has fallen upon you. You’ve trained your entire life for this — mephistophically, that is. But few things can prepare someone for dealing with ghouls more than actual exposure can. And now with the task of utilizing music to corrupt and recruit falling upon you, you’ll have plenty of time to become familiar with these literal hellions.
Don’t worry, though: If there’s one thing that has remained consistent throughout the millennia, it’s that a Papa almost always finds that one ghoul form whom they develop a fondness for . . .
You had not, in fact, been the one to summon the ghoul known around the Ministry as “Primo”.
He had been walking these unhallowed grounds since before you were born. A ghoul having an extended tenure topside wasn’t unheard of, but the implications set by his humanoid appearance of a very tall old man seemed to punctuate that point. Was he genuinely that old? Did he use a bit of ghoul magic to influence his appearance? You weren't going to ask.
Coupled with the way he carried himself, his presence commanded respect, something which the Clergy had been surprisingly willing to oblige despite his species.
Primo was, for all intents and purposes, the ideal ghoul: He had an intense work ethic, he was loyal, and he was tame enough to be of use while also posing a threat to anyone who did the same towards the Clergy.
Even something as simple as his horns seemed perfect for his position: The four horns of a Jacob sheep’s spiked warningly from his flesh, the perfect sort of horns for a ghoul of the Satanic Church to bear if there ever was any!
Even though his original summoner had long since passed, they never asked him if he wanted to return to the Pit. And, to their credit, Primo never expressed any desire to. It was that kind of dedication that endeared him so and kept him at the ready to be a conduit for the Old One’s message.
It was also probably the only reason why he’d involved himself in the “Ghost Project” you had recently proposed in a board meeting, even though he had made it extremely apparent that he did not see you as worthy of the title of Papa. If anything, he did so in order to keep an eye on you.
Primo had served many Papas in his time topside. Suffice it to say, you were nothing like any of them! Where your ancestors commanded their dark flock, Primo felt you merely timidly nudged them. Where the Papas of yore spat promises of the Dark One's ire and the rot of man, you seemed to more so focus on concepts of personal principle. Not entirely incorrect, but it certainly felt like a watered down method of leading.
Where was the damned soul made of brimstone and hellfire? Where was that penetrating glare that could freeze the doubters? All the old ghoul saw when you assumed the mitre was a soft-spoken slip of something or other that had fumbled their way through the bloodline. Had it not been for The Mark that paled your left eye, he might have more vehemently – more violently – questioned your ascension.
But the Clergy made no movements to dismiss or discard you, and Primo had never been one to take impulsive action. So here he began to find himself: Sitting at a drum set for rehearsals, battering away whilst his peers made fools of themselves as they writhed about, mimicking sexual proclivities or just plain goofing off.
But for as much as he would glower at them, his true poison was always fixated on you: You, who clearly just wanted the attention the Dark One was supposed to be receiving. You, who was just plain wasting his time – time that could be put to more use around the Ministry instead of spending hour upon hour listening to you warble the same cheesy lyrics, bastardizing unholy psalms passed down through millennia.
But he was nothing if not a professional, attending all rehearsal sessions, barely speaking unless it was to keep the more juvenile bandmates in line. Though more often than not, need only shoot them a sharp stare with those magma-red eyes of his and they would stop immediately.
That was all you needed when, surprised that he would pick something as raucous as the drums, you attempted to offer something not as physically demanding or requiring of too much movement.
You had meant nothing by it, of course. If anything, it was an attempt on your part to at least try and build a communication with one of the people (?) you would be working with indefinitely. Your peers and predecessors as a whole weren’t known for extending much kindness to the ghouls under their power; that was something you wanted to change during your reign. The rest of the ghouls, bandmates and Ministry-established alike, seemed to appreciate that well enough but Primo . . . Well . . .
Weren’t earth ghouls supposed to be less . . . intense? Stubborn and a twinge terse, perhaps, but usually they still had a bit of gentleness to them after a point. But then again, Primo was in a class of his own. Or maybe he’d just been a fire ghoul at some point? Might explain the eyes . . .
Really, though, the praise you’d heard regarding his dedication towards Papas past had yet to make any real appearance beyond him not taking you out. And perhaps volunteering to participate in your brain child, though you felt that was more so out of obligation to the Church rather than out of any real reverence.
Given how blatant he had made his dislike of you from the get-go, you decided to accept his (admittedly impeccable) drumming skills as the closest thing to respect you were going to ever get out of him. Much like the Clergy, you weren’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth too hard.
Your magnum opus couldn't afford it and for as confident as you were in the prospects of it, you knew you would need all the help you could get. Even if some of it came from an ancient earth ghoul who wished you would keel over so the next guy could take over.
If Primo could grit his teeth, then you sure as shit could to get the results you were looking for. Even if the results meant enduring painstakingly awkward rehearsals, right up until Ghost's very first performance.
Primo knew not to expect much in the way of venues. After all, bands that merely copied their principles never had an easy foothold in the world, never mind an actual band representing the Church. In the end, it did make the most sense to perform in lowly places, places inhabited by those most vulnerable and willing to lend an ear. Still: He had not anticipated this . . . “Whiskey a Go Go” place to be your debut. Oh well. The crowd here clearly looked susceptible enough; he could handle it.
He didn’t approve of you donning your chasuble for such an event but at that point, what did it even matter? He just needed to literally play his part and get this over with. Maybe then this tomfoolery could be put to bed and you would be reprimanded for wasting the Ministry’s time and resources, sullying their trust.
At least, that had been the idea when the first song was signaled in.
But as the setlist progressed, Primo couldn’t help but note how his expectations weren't being met. In fact, quite the opposite was beginning to take hold. Like how the words sounded different even though they were the same ones he’d heard ad nauseum.
Snippets and verses clipped from corrupt hymns made themselves right at home in the measures, something he’d internally protested the first times he’d recognized their presence.
Rhythms sounded more coordinated against the acoustics of the venue, far different from the way they resonated in the makeshift practice room back at the Abbey. This was what they were meant to sound like? Not a tangled mess of notes and words struggling and biting and fighting for dominance, but actual music stretching to the rafters? Huh. Who would’ve thought?
And all the shenanigans his peers had participated in – back at the Ministry, it seemed so juvenile, so distracting. They weren’t taking this shameful display with any kind of seriousness. But in that moment, the jumping, the showboating, even the gyrating all seemed right at home on the stage.
But above all else, it was the response to it all: Audiences loved it. They loved the words, the chords, the riffs, the "ghouligan" behavior. And, perhaps most of all, they seemed to love you. Who you were, in this moment, was far from whom Primo had been seeing – whom he thought he saw – in the pulpit and at rehearsals.
All that had been apparent child's play. Or perhaps they were simply the wrong environment for your fullest potential. Here, on the stage, you positively bloomed, transforming into something radiant, something filled with infernal fervor. A little hell flower decked in infernal regalia, your chasuble catching the stage lights like petals collecting sunlight.
During the few times you would turn your back to the audience and faced him, he could see it even from his furthermost position in the back: That fire he thought you lacked, blazing from your every pore, brightening your eyes and casting long, dark shadows upon all before you.
Primo had been right: You truly were unlike any Papa he’d ever served before . . .
From then on, Primo was to decidedly keep a closer eye on you. No more having the rug pulled from beneath him. Clearly you were like a mystery seed: He had no idea what your potential truly was, having not quite encountered something like you before. As such, you needed to be . . . studied. If at a distance, for now.
However, it's a bit difficult to go unnoticed when you're a 6'1" ghoul with large horns when out of a glamour. Never mind that you had grown so used to his stare being fixed on you that you always knew when it had reappeared. Only, you couldn't help but feel that something about it was . . . different. Somehow.
It was normal enough to feel them during black mass because everyone's eyes were on you. But to feel them when you would go to the library to request old tomes even most Clergymen did not seek; when you slipped members of the Children's Ministry candy to perk them up after a particularly boring Latin Studies class with Bishop Malicion. Even in what should have been the sanctity of your office, you swore you could feel those red-hot eyes affixed to your person!
But the heat of them was gone now, and hadn't quite been there since the Whiskey a Go Go. Instead, they felt more curious. Maybe like a cat? Ghouls were often likened to cats above all other manner of beast but Primo had only resembled one in the way he composed himself. A trait like intrigue just seemed bizarre to picture him exhibiting, let alone so obviously.
However, you were still Papa throughout all this: Best not to dwell on it and instead keep focusing on keeping your project afloat. You would deal with whatever was going on with old Primo later.
(Though you couldn't stop yourself from feeling slightly giddy at the possible improvement. Having him give you the slightest hint of a nod while passing in the hallways was leagues better than having him radiate bloodlust or disdain!)
Later, however, came quicker than you had prepared yourself for. In fact, it arrived one curtain call during the band’s slow creep towards notoriety.
In hindsight, the fact he willingly held your hand for the final bow should have been a sign that something about tonight was going to be different. Normally, if he had to join hands with anybody, he made sure to position himself at the very end so he need only spare one hand and with another ghoul. Being virtually in the middle with you would have required effort on his part.
But you were abuzz, the performance having gone splendidly with a highly receptive and interactive crowd. You were quite proud of yourself and your ghouls if you said so yourself. Maybe the energy that evening was just enough to make Primo feel less rigid than usual?
You’d only just risen up from your bow, ready to release his hand when you noticed that he himself was not letting go of your own. Odd, considering he’d done so with the other ghoul he'd been holding. You tried not to look perplexed when you spared him a glance; maybe something was wrong and he needed you to be on high alert? Though, no, that wound up not being the problem – in fact, there was no problem whatsoever.
He just needed to keep your hand in his so that he could raise the back of your hand to his mask – where his mouth would be.
It was a pantomime of a kiss, sure, but the gesture was still very evident. Screeches of delight erupted from the audience below as heterochromatic eyes widened against black paint, staring at scarlet ones peering through the eyeholes of a mask.
Suffice to say, what fans Ghost had already garnered had a field day. Soon, fanzines featuring the visage of their new favorite band's lead singer and drummer would appear in grungy coffee shops and to be swapped at both Ghost shows and shows of other bands. It wasn't Time Magazine but the marketing practically handled itself, and that was good enough for the Ministry to quietly applaud Primo's forwardness.
Clearly the Ministry's favorite ghoul knew what the people wanted and took it upon himself to stoke the flames to drum up further intrigue and popularity.
So surely it made sense to continue fostering this relationship, right? For the good of authenticity, of course.
It wasn’t long at all before you found yourself confiding in Primo, bouncing lyrics off of him. Lyrics turned into discussions, dissections of your faith’s principles and even a few misconceptions that most were too tired to correct at this point.
And he, in turn, used his many, many, many years of wisdom in his services to you.
Even divulging into his life before the Ministry, what little there was worth recounting. There was good reason he’d stayed up here so long after all: Life topside was just so different, so brightly-lit when compared to the Pit. Sure, he might’ve been built exactly for the life infernal, but that didn’t mean that a ghoul lacked a capacity for more.
The biggest example in his case was the garden he’d kept during his time here. It was almost funny: You’d walked these grounds for so long, so used to the presence of the greenhouse that sat towards the back of the garden. The brightness of the vegetation and bushes stood out from its darker, more gothic-leaning surroundings in an almost silly way.
Really, though, your only real interactions with that section of the Ministry could be boiled down to times spent in your office. The window there allowed just enough of a view of the little land below, one you couldn’t help but look at when the tensions in your poorly-postured back traveled into your skull, or when a delivery ghoul delivered more heaps of papers for you to look over and sign. (Suddenly, feeling Primo's intense gaze on you even when you thought you were alone made sense.)
Your path to the antipapacy was basically carved out for you, it ironically left very little room for extracurriculars such as gardening. But you could always count on catching a Sibling or earth ghoul or two, hauling heavy sacks of soil and carting that season’s harvest in a wheelbarrow.
Their decision to spend their time on such a long-term task that demanded constant attention and dedication was admirable to you. You could relate to focusing in on a project that would take time and focus.
And to see their efforts be rewarded with something brilliant and fortifying, something that caught the eye and could be used to nourish both the body and mind . . .
In way, perhaps seeing the hardships that produced flowers and fruit might have served as inspiration and motivation for your idea to entice the masses with music. Just a twinge.
To learn that the very things that refreshed you in your moments of exhaustion had grown under the same watch as the one that had once wished you ill initially amazed you. And amused you.
The idea of ever having been afraid of Primo seemed so silly now, you couldn’t even remember what the heat of his ire felt like. If anything, the pierce of Primo’s gaze had softened into something . . . Well, the proper words escaped you any time you tried to settle on one. "Passionate" mixed with "admiration", but still with its tenderness.
As it turned out, that warmth earth ghouls were often characterized with did exist in the old curmudgeon. It was exhibited as the years marched on and as you both grew closer.
It was there even in small moments such as this, with you kneeling in the soil, planting your umpteenth flower. You had learned under his watch years ago and no longer needed instruction, but it still felt lovely to share this type of thing together. Even after all this time.
A grunt escaped you as you wobblily stood back up from aching knees, another when you cracked your back.
“One of these days, Primo,” you sighed, “I’m gonna get down and not be able to get back up. You can just bury me here, then.”
It was a joke, of course, and you were totally prepared to not get a laugh from the old ghoul. Primo’s sense of humor, you’d long since learned, was as mysterious as it was strange. It was frankly a wild guess as to what would make him laugh on any given day. What you hadn’t prepared for, though, was the way the ghoul’s eyes stared back at you. You didn’t feel unsafe or anything, but you certainly felt . . . observed.
There was that curious cat vibe that had started it all from way back when. But, knowing Primo as you now did, you knew he was simply collecting thoughts. He would eventually reveal them to you in due time.
In the meantime, though, it served you better to shake it off. Supper would be served shortly, anyway.
“Remember to wash up,” you offered, standing as high on your toe tips as you could just to place a peck on the soft, weary flesh of his neck. To that, you received a quiet grunt typical of your partner.
As you left, though, Primo kept his eyes on you, tail thoughtfully swaying behind him. He remembered seeing you sparingly in your youth, which was impressive considering how unimportant you’d been back then. You weren’t Papa, you weren’t anything, really. You weren’t important to him.
But now, years later, here you stood: Wrinkles that weren’t there before were beginning to carve their permanence into your features, standing out even through your papal paints. Just the other month, you’d noted an increase in silver strands popping up in your hair. You sighed something about the stresses of dealing with the next projected tour or an onslaught of paperwork, but Primo knew that soon, more silver would come sprouting out at your temples. More than you’d probably bother dyeing, if he knew you. If he knew the people before you.
He'd seen this all happen before, many, many times. You may have been different from all other Papas he’d known, but all Papas were alike in this one way.
A heavy sigh broke him from his stagnation, and Primo began to trek back to your chambers to wash up. Before he even entered the building proper, his mind was made: If and when your time came, Primo would finally request to return back to the Pit.
#ghost band headcanons#the band ghost x reader#the band ghost fanfiction#papa emeritus x reader#primo x reader#papa emeritus#papa primo#papa emeritus i#primo emeritus#papa primo x reader#tf is this as long as it is fo?!#(judging by how the others’ installments are they’re only going to continue to be big honking fics i am so sorry i cannot learn to shut up)#i apologize for my crimes against the good people of the Ghost fandom for my contribution#. . . not enough to stop me from writing the other Papas as ghouls but like#turns out when you don't really write anything for over six months your writing muscle naturally atrophies!#haha Primo is the curmudgeon stuck in his ways and reader is the manic pixie dream Papa coronated to stir things up#(well more like the exhausted ghoulie work-dream Papa but still)#*drops post and runs to hide*#my junk
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The boy Queen Jushtin Butterfly the Uncalculated
I firmly believe that Jushtin Butterfly, the only male holder of the wand in either butterfly line, son of Skywynne Butterfly, older brother to Solaria Butterfly, Uncle to Eclipsa Butterfly, is a Transman and gay(mlm).
Meaning he can go through Mewberty, because only biological female Butterfly members go through Mewberty.
I don’t think the Mewmans are that bright and just thought “Oh, I didn’t know Queen Skywynne had a son, I thought she had- Oh never mind. Yay, first male queen!”
Honestly I just get a trans twink vibe from him, that’s mostly why I think this, and the other part is because he’s the only male holder.
#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the uncalculated#svtfoe#transgender#transmasc#trans man#trans mlm#trans ftm#gay#homosexual#mlm#lgbtqia
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Besides Eclipsa, what other Mewni queens from the book of spells did you like?
Crescenta the Eager;
Jushtin the Boy Queen;
Skywynne, the Queen of Hours;
Rhina the Riddled;
Celena the Shy.
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Okay, so this might be a stupid question, but I recently rewatched “Game of Flags” (one of my favorite episodes) and the more I think about it, the more I wonder....where do all the Butterfly relatives come from/how exactly are they related to Star and Moon? I mean, Moon calls Etheria “aunt” and Star calls one of them “Uncle Heartrude” (plus there’s apparently Star’s aunt Felicity, but I don’t remember/know if she’s a Butterfly or a Johansen), and there’s apparently enough Butterfly relatives to apparently just about equal the Johansens in the titular game.
But then I read the official release of the Magic Book of Spells, and the only Queens who had siblings listed or even implied to exist were Solaria, who had her brother Jushtin, and Crescenta, who had her sister Dirhennia. Both of whom seem to have had relationships, but there’s no mention of whether or not they had children, and even if they did, it still felt (and still feels) a bit of a stretch to me that apparently all of the Butterflys at the reunion are super, super, super distantly related to Star and Moon.
Long story short, I have to wonder if maybe this was another retcon, albeit a somewhat minor one, and originally the plan was for more of the Queens to have siblings but then it was decided it’d be simpler to have most of them be only children and only give siblings to the ones where it’d actually be considering significant in some way; like how Jushtin and Solaria shows that the Mewnian monarchy is apparently so much of a matriarchy that girls are chose over boys to rule no matter what, or how Crescenta is known for being the only princess to ever be given the wand and throne over her older sister.
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The Uncalculated
#Modern AU#historical au#toddler au#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#Jushtine the girl king#Jushtine the uncalculated
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Contents - Previous - Next
#mto#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#meteora the opposed#the comic#eclipsa butterfly#eclipsa queen of darkness#eclipsa queen of unity#globgor#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#globclipsa#svtfoe au
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Do Not Repost
I had this idea when browsing through some svtfoe concept art. Whiz is now the skeleton like Brooke from One Piece
#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#svtfoe jushtin#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#jushtin butterfly#sazmo#princesazmo#pea pea#viscount tinbenz#tinbenz#whizbag
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He wanted to make his son to be like him, so I guess he's trying his best to teach little Edward some hardcore calculus.
#jushtin the uncalculated#svtfoe jushtin#jushtin the boy queen#edward jeffresson butterfly#svtfoe fanchild#svtfoe fanart#star vs the forces of evil#star vs the forces of evil fanart#svtfoe oc#digital fanart#shitpost#art shitpost
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Spiderslime for warm up before continue working on commissions + my fave teachers in human high school au as well for motivational bonus
#human high school au#penelope spiderbite#slime monster#spiderslime#solaria butterfly#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the uncalculated#jushtin the boy queen#svtfoe#star vs the forces of evil#my art
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Been thinking about the AUs that made Jushtin the Queen of Darkness. King shit.
#svtfoe#star vs the forces of evil#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#art tag#also hlvrai reference because why not
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To all the Kings of Mewni, what do you think about your wifes?
#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#svstfoe#river butterfly#skywynne queen of hours#jushtin the boy queen#solaria the monster carver#eclipsa butterfly#globgor#festiva the fun#crescenta the eager#dirhennia the heaped#rhina the riddled#celena butterfly#estrella the drafted#comet the chef#moon butterfly#my art
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Svtfoe Name Meanings
I started thinking about how a lot of Mewni queens have space-related names, and I started wondering if all their names have a connection to space. Turns out most of them do, with a few exceptions.
Star ⭐️ - this ones obvious. A star is defined as a massive ball of gas that produces large amounts of heat and light energy.
Moon 🌕 - also obvious. A moon is a celestial body that orbits a planet.
Comet ☄️- a comet is a ball of ice and rock that orbits the sun. Once it gets close to the sun, the ice melts and evaporates creating a “tail”.
Estrella 🌟 - Estrella is a name of Spanish origin which means “star”. Related to the name Stella that also means “star”.
Celena 🌖 - This name means Goddess of the Moon, and it has relation to the goddess Artemis. It’s also related to the word celestial which means “relating to the sky”.
Rhina 🌔 - I couldn’t find anything specific for this one, but I found two words it might be related to. Rhea is the name of one of Saturn’s moons, and a rima is a fissure on the surface of a moon or planet.
Crescenta 🌙 - Crescent moon
Dirhennia- I found absolutely nothing on this one. It doesn’t seem to have any meaning. This queen was kind of irrelevant anyway...
Festivia - I also couldn’t find anything on this one. It just seems to come from the word festive. I guess the high commission didn’t care enough to keep up the tradition.
Meteora 💫 - a meteor is a “shooting star”, or a streak of light caused by matter entering Earth’s atmosphere at a high speed.
Eclipsa 🌑 - an eclipse is when an object passes in front of another as seen from earth, casting a shadow. A lunar eclipse is when the earth casts a shadow on the moon, and a solar eclipse is when the moon casts a shadow on the earth.
Solaria ☀️ - comes from solar, meaning “relating to the sun”.
Jushtin - I couldn’t find much on this one. The name Justin means “just”, “fair”, or “rigorous”, but this doesn’t have a connection to space. I also thought maybe Jushtin was derived from Jupiter? Or maybe the Butterfly’s only give their daughters space related names...
Skywyne 🌌- This name means “holy sky” or “fair sky”. I found some sites that said it has Welsh origin, and there’s a village in Wales called Skewen so perhaps it has relation to that.
Lyric - Lyric is the name of Skywyne’s mother, the only queen after Moe we know about from before the book. The only meaning I could find was the words of a song, so this doesn’t seem to have any space connection. Maybe the tradition started with Skywyne.
Bonus:
Marco - this name comes from Mars, related to the Roman god Mars (also known as Aries), and meaning “warlike”.
#star butterfly#marco diaz#moon butterfly#skywynne queen of hours#skywynne butterfly#jushtin the uncalculated#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin butterfly#queen solaria#eclipsa butterfly#festivia the fun#dirhennia#crescenta the eager#rhina the riddled#celena butterfly#estrella butterfly#comet butterfly#meteora butterfly#solaria butterfly#dirhennia butterfly#star vs. the forces of evil#crescenta butterfly#space#queen eclipsa#svtfoe#rhina butterfly#starco
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When Solaria isn’t home:
Yeah I made something dumb, but honestly I could see them doing this especially with how mischievous Eclipsa is.
Source of quote: Gravity Falls
#svtfoe#star vs the forces of evil#jushtin#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#eclipsa#eclipsa butterfly#my art
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dont even try to tell me jushtin didn’t do the legwork in raising those kids
#jushtin butterfly#jushtin the boy queen#jushtin the uncalculated#svtfoe#myart#eclipsa butterfly#eclipsa queen of darkness#festivia butterfly#festivia the fun
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