WHAT? XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

WHAT? XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

So the thing about this is that, cumulatively, everything in my life has technically culminated in this moment. I don’t know what to think either.

They can’t really fight in the name of the Moon for obvious reasons, and it’s debatable that they’re fighting evil– oppression, certainly. 

But they both have a lot of combat training and one of them has experience using magic~

They do win love by daylight. Each other’s love. Which leads to stupid shit like this. 

“Shouldn’t one of them be Tuxedo Mask?” Get that heteronormative bullshit out of my face son. 

@colorwizard tell everyone 

OMG <3 

*INSERT AU HERE*

for @colorwizard, who asked me to like 2 hours ago. 

Little more sketchy (hhaha) than some of the others. I draw these in public places, btw. I want Toffee’s shirt(s) and Rast’s weed glasses.

Can lizards even get high? 

Tofficore genderbend!! Art NOT mine, Missazu did, okay?  Follow my girlfriend for her art <3

All credits: https://missazu.tumblr.com/

Here is a sort-of maybe one-sidedTofficore ficlet from an AU where Toffee captures the kingdom but can’t bring himself to kill a baby Star and adopts her with Rasticore doing most of the actual raising of Star. Star calls them Pops (Rasticore) and Dad (Toffee), she has always assumed they were a couple and when she mentions it in public so does everyone else. Now Rasti has to deal with things he wasn’t ready for.

—

Pops and Dad. Such a simple assumption had changed the dynamic between them so much in such a short time it made Rasticore’s head spin.

The King-General actually seemed to listen to him now. If Rasticore spoke up, he’d actually respond now. It was mind boggling. Actually other nobles had started acknowledging him too, if he really thought about it… but if he was the King’s consort wouldn’t that make sense?

But he wasn’t right? Not really, it was just to get people off of Toffee’s back. Right?

This sort of stuff was not really his forte. Should he just be direct with general? How did he even feel about the guy? He’d always sort of admired him, but that did not romance make… right?

Why was this so hard? Shouldn’t he just be able to shrug and have nothing really change? Hadn’t the general?

No. No, he hadn’t. So was all this complicated stuff Toffee’s fault? Now Rasticore really had to talk to him. And he really didn’t want to. At least not about this. How did he bring this up?

“We need to talk, sir,” Classic Rasticore just getting right to the point. Catching Toffee in a quiet moment was nearly impossible. He still had so much to sort out, even now years after the conquering.

But Rasticore had managed to catch him at dinner. The king did not look pleased to be interrupted at all, “What is it, Rasticore?”

“Uh, it’s kind of… private, sir,” If lizards could sweat Rasticore would be sweating rivers. His frills were half perked up though, almost unfurling proper. Toffee scowled, took one more bite of the meat in front of him and stood, beckoning Rasticore to follow.

They ducked into the nearest empty room, “What’s this about, Rasticore?”

“I just wanted to know where we stood, y'know? As a couple?” As soon as Rasticore said it, it sounded like a stupid question and apparently it was because Toffee almost immediately started to laugh.

“There is no us. It’s all just an act. I thought you would have realized that, but I guess I overestimated your intelligence yet again.”

Rasticore winced; he hadn’t expected that to sting as much as it did. He thought he was pretty used to Toffee’s occasional cruel streak by this point, “O-oh. I totally knew that! I just wanted to, uh, make sure that you weren’t, y’know, thinking it was anything else!”

Rasticore could tell Toffee didn’t believe him from that skeptical little smirk on his face but Toffee didn’t call him on it, “Is that everything, Rasticore?”

“Yes sir,” The soldier nodded as the king excused himself, leaving Rasticore alone.

That was supposed to help him feel less confused about his feelings and stuff, but now he was more confused than ever! Ugh!

Kissing lizards!

DENIM BOYS

As promised earlier today. Based off a real Levi’s ad and Rast’s heckin jeans. I got their height difference wrong and some arm stuff is kinda off, but hey, the fact that I can even draw at all, ya’know?

Fashion, baby.