#cosmcther

[sillymuses]

@cosmcther

"WHAT?! What do you MEAN I can't explode this place?! Blowing things up helps me with my self-esteem issues!"

Wait, no. He wasn't supposed to say that last bit out loud. He's supposed to be perfect in every shape and form!

"Nnggh..eermm...uhhh....YOUR SHOES ARE UGLY." That'll distract them! Yeah. Man, he's such a genius!

[ambrostikal]

@cosmcther

okay now hear me out, stick with me on this...... Chao and Luma play date. SO CRAZY IT JUST MIGHT WORK

!!!! *GRABS YOU GENTLY*

we should do that. the cuteness levels would blow minds

[wariodemambo]

Diamond City was far from a frequented area for Rosalina. But despite her unfamiliarity, she walked confidently towards her location. An internal compass was strong with this one, it would seem. Though... to be fair, it's not like it took a local's years' worth of insight to see the great big pillar of rock and stone with a house at its peak. Yes, it was more than true that the words Wario and Subtlety went together like water and oil. Quite the private estate that man owned, but luckily for her, all it takes is the smallest bit of effort and a moment of prolonged levitation to reach the top.

Once her personal lift deposited her on the top floor, steps approached Wario's abode and all of the personality it toted. Upon the door would a light rap be heard, a gentle knocking administered by the impromptu visitor. Then, once more with some additional oomph, just in case her first wasn't loud enough. Was Wario expecting guests? Well, certainly not this one, at the very least. He and Rosalina hardly spoke, to be honest. She always made sure to converse with him once or twice after go-karting or golfing or what have you, but she'd certainly never made a house call before.

She just felt the need to visit. It had been a while since she last touched down on the planet he and so many of her special ones called home. And upon arrival, a twinge in her chest just said... check in on him. So here she was. If he was even home to begin with.

Wario never locked his front door. This is a fact especially true after his most recent loss. His busy friends could come-and-go whenever they made time to check in on their boss; showering with condolences and meals to last him a lifetime. Locking the front door would only discourage their visits, if not stop them outright — and, as counterintuitive it seemed, separated his clique from the strangers.

The polite tap gave (some of) Rosalina away, leaving Wario with a frown as it persisted. Gustavo, Mario, and his green brother would have announced themselves, Bowser was the furthest thing from subtle, and the princesses were... well, just no. With a groan, he pulled himself up, approached the entrance, and yanked the door open.

❝ THE SIGN SAYS NO SOLICITERS, JERKW— ❞

. . . . . . aieeeeee????

— BANG!

The front door crashed shut, muffling the odd noises that followed. A chicken squawking loudly, trash bags being stuffed (and promptly thrown out one of the side windows), the chirping of a confused Pokémon, the grinding of furniture across the floor, and more chicken bawking...

Until, at last, silence.

The door creaked open, as Wario peeked through the crack to confirm Rosalina was not a figment of his imagination. He heaved as he pulled the door open the rest of the way. Cyan eye shadow does nothing to hide the dark look in his eyes, and hairs stray from that iconic lighting bolt 'stache. Just her being here was enough to steal the potential words from his mouth — leaving his jaw agape as his eyes met hers. His experience sought wrongdoing, any reason for her presence as if he were about to be in trouble.

When nothing came, it was then he mustered the courage to speak.

❝ ROSIE. ❞ Blunt and filled with the same disbelief in his pupils, Wario shifted. What a house call! The past weeks stretched so long that he'd almost forgotten the other part of his life. Would go-karts even fix him at this point. He welcomed her in as he straightened up. ❝ Err — What can-a Waarrrio do for you? ❞

Pay no mind to the thousands of fresheners in the air right now, or the Igglybuff he'd scooped up after closing the door. It'd fallen asleep by the time Wario reached the couch, anyway.

[thebananwithaplan]

((ITS BEEN 3000 YEARS...))

[gildead]

@cosmcther || gold meet your future meemaw

Oh. The pretty lady's noticed him.

His pupils blink into existence as he rushes to straighten himself out-- are his sleeves fully intact? Yes. Is his hat crooked? No. Is his scalp itching under his brand new gift courtesy of Peepaw? A little, but that's to be expected.

Gold lifts a sleeve up, giving her a shy little wave. "Just heading back to Dad's for the night." His sleeve points out towards the direction the woman had just come from -- not that he knew she was visiting. "He let me go visit Peepaw today, but uh... I don't want him to worry too much. I'm already kinda late."

He eyes the statuesque woman in front of him, almost in reverence. How her hair catches the moonlight, how her dress seems to shimmer like the very stars above. He's seen pictures of famous trainers from other regions, who she resembled very much.

...Come to think of it, she did look exceedingly familiar.

"You don't... happen to be a fan of dragons, do you?" He pauses. "Sorry, weird question, but--"

[ghostbustingreen]

Her ethereal voice calling his name brought the chronic daydreamer back into reality. He quickly looked down at his boots, fearing she would find him rude for staring.

❝Ah-- S-Sorry, Rosalina. Here, let-a me take another whiff--❞

One was so familiar and comforting, it was the scent he associated with her presence. Light and floral with notes of vanilla-- never was it offense to a sensitive nose. Honestly, Luigi would have been happy if she continued wearing it as long as he knew her. However, what was life if nothing ever changed?

❝I thiiiinnnk...❞ Luigi pondered, picking up a different jar. ❝This-a one suits-a you a lot too..❞ He lifted the little crystal jar to her nose. It had similar scents to her previous choice but with subtle, yet warming additions like caramel and ginger.

@cosmcther / cont.

[wolfvirago-m]

The forest was trembling. Every spirit was disgusted by the interloper, the creature that had somehow made its way into the realm of the forest.

Having a new yokai-like creature was not on the agenda. The lighter spirits, more pure of heart, reached out almost instantly to their guardian, who had been traveling the wastes already on her usual hunts.

Upon arriving in the area gestured to through signs of nature- trees bending just so, reality twitching and seeming to glitch, or the sigh of grass upon windless breath...

Robin gave pause. It was not the first time a humanoid was found here in the Lost Woods, nor would it be the last. What was more intriguing was that this person spoke with all the cadence and politeness of an august kami, ancient and all knowing.

Her human side trembled at the beauty of this stranger. The lupine side raised its hackles in alarm and growled.

"You are foolish to have come here, regardless." The guardian speaks, pushing her way easily through the brush until she stands before the star-maiden, her hand rested upon her mother's holy blade upon her hip.

"Even if you wish to slay the beast, the yokai of these woods would rather keep them as an asset to their cause. If you want to find the way out, you'll need my help."

@cosmcther

@wolfvirago ~

     Sixty-eight hours. This on-again-off-again chase had lasted for an unbroken sixty-eight hours and counting. The celestial protector found herself in pursuit of a tricky creature, one most elusive in the worst ways possible.

     ...Alas, for it had the stubbornness of a thousand cockroaches with iron-made shields. Her first scuffle had been partially successful; a clever use of magic and opportune timing dispelled the creature's ability to teleport instantaneously, allowing for easier tracking. Still, it had gotten away.

     A second case of cornering was a rematch mostly poor. A corrupting touch had found its way to the celestial's side, bringing rot that now weighed heavily upon the body. But the woman could be vindictive when she wanted to, as the same had been done to her quarry. Several of its legs had been removed during the scuffle, no doubt halving its movement. But, in the end, it escaped once more...

     It scattered into the nearest hiding hole it could find. The nearest of which seeming to be a grand and sprawling woodland locale. Otherwise known as the preferred breeding ground for this mini-beast's pension for poison and decay.

     A sigh is loosened, focus remaining sharp. (As sharp as the pain fighting its way up her body.) So too is a star wand brandished, an unseen force pushing foliage from her path as it waved to and fro. A path made this way and that, through the trees and overtop the underbrush of a forest's floor. Levitate past thorns, shield against brambles thick and jagged. Find sanctuary in the glades... only to ignore wounds suffering, to continue moving onward, for a job was to be done. She could rest when she was finished. The task was almost finished

     Almost... finished... (A mind felt scrambled, turned around.) The area was a spacious one, but a systematic search of the woods would eventually root out her target. There were only so many places to hide. She shielded against brambles... painfully familiar, those ones. And levitated past thorns...

     Pause. Hold in the middle of the glade. The same glade. Cosmic eyes of blue squinted past light broken on branches high... leaves tall, scattered, and concealing. Her mind was a sharp one, her senses even stronger. She was no stranger to supernatural spaces. She herself was a walking monument to the mystic and ethereal. Consider her a quick learner when her surroundings are actively trying to work against her.

     —So, then state yourself. She was a trespasser, guilty as charged. So she would make herself known. Known to the indigenous, all to show that she meant no harm.

     Then, perhaps, that stalking presence would learn that its existence had been grazed mentally, for it was the target audience for one such call. Unseen soul, it was tasked to guard much like her own. She knew a kindred spirit when she felt one. All she could hope was that they, like herself, were receptive to those seeking assistance.

     Her mouth moves visually, but her words are to be felt internally. "Denizens of the woodlands, I am here to state a requisition for passage." It echoes, reverberates. Bounding off of trees. "I walk upon your soil for the sole purpose of protection. You and yours are in danger, for I have come seeking another." She speaks to an audience of none, yet she knows she has been heard.

     "There is an exotic beast within your midsts, and it is my duty to apprehend and remove it. I will do as such, but the ways of your world make it difficult to do so. I walk in circles, I waste time most precious. If there is an aid on offer, then please, make yourself known so that I may more efficiently perform my task. I promise you when I say this: we have matching goals and intentions."

[ikarosxflight]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE HANDLE EMOTIONS?

bold   what   usually   or   often   applies   &   italicise   what   sometimes   applies.

anger.         jaw   clenching,   hands   balling   into   fists,   teeth   grinding,   yelling,   going   nonverbal,   stuttering   speech,   rushed   speech,   slow   concise   speech,   rambling,   quiet,   arms   crossing,   shaking   head,   tearing   up,   animated,   expressionless,   projects,   internalizes,   vents,   withdraws,   passive   aggressive,   direct,   physical   outbursts,   verbal   outbursts.

joy.         easy   smiles,   fighting   back   grins,   suppressed   laughter,   loud   laughter,   giggles,   chuckling,   smirks,   whole   body   laughs,   covers   mouth   when   laughing,   throws   head   back   when   laughing,   slaps   leg,   touches   people   around   them   when   laughing,   looks   down   when   laughing,   looks   for   eye   contact   when   laughing,   sparkling   eyes,   bubbly   happiness,   quiet   subtle   happiness,   obnoxious   happiness,   wants   to   spread   joy,   quietly   savours   joy.

sadness.         crying,   bottling   it   up,   seeks   distractions,   wallows,   meditates   &   processes,   avoidance,   seeks   out   comfort,   withdraws,   talks   it   out,   internalizes   it,   sad   smiles,   depression   naps,   uses   alcohol,   uses   drugs,   seeks   out   sources   of   joy,   fidgets   with   sentimental   item,   sits   in   silence,   broods,   gets   moody,   wants   someone   to   share   the   misery,   tries   to   hide   negative   emotions,   nurtures   others   to   make   themselves   feel   better.

embarrassment         /         shame.         blushing,   looking   away,   rubbing   at   back   of   head,   covering   face,   laughing   nervously,   laughs   it   off,   overthinks,   lets   it   go,   self   deprecating   humour,   deflects,   gets   irritated,   smiles,   withdraws,   crossing   arms   over   stomach,   crossing   arms   over   chest,   hands   in   pockets,   shoulders   sinking,   shrugs,   falling   into   silence   until   comfortable   again,   talking   a   lot   to   compensate.

guilt.         avoiding   eye   contact,   shoulders   sinking   low,   head   hanging   down,   crying,   chest   aches,   lashes   out,   internalizes,   apologizes,   deflects,   communicates,   withdraws,   grand   gestures   for   forgiveness,   accepts   fault   easily,   punishes   themselves,   martyrdom,   victim   complex,   over-active   guilt   complex,   healthy   conscience,   internalizes   even   after   forgiveness,   seeking   redemption,   moves   on   easily,   denial,   lack   of   guilt   /   conscience,   sorry   they   got   caught   more   than   caused   harm,   can’t   handle   knowing   they   hurt   others. (people very close to his heart)

fear         /         anxiety.     trembling,   crying,   sarcasm   /   sass   (humor)   to   cope,   rambles,   goes   silent,   gets   angry,   fidgeting,   clenching   jaw,   picking   at   nails,   chewing   at   lip,   pulling   at   clothes,   adjusting   jewelry   /   clothing,   swallowing   thickly,   eyes   widening,   overreacts,   underreacts,   calm,   logical,   panicked,   irrational,   overthinks,   carefully   analyzes,   talks   to   themselves,   breathing   exercises,   flight,   fight,  freezes , withdraw.

Tagged by : @valorxdrive

Tossing towards: @goddessxoflight | @keepmovinjunior | @rage-reloaded | @cursedfortune | @cosmcther | @devilsprophet | @maregiis

[thcnderslam-a]

 "Pika-pi..."

 While appy juice was off the menu for this little luchadora, her spot on the big lady's lap made up for it and them some, no wonder the kids liked snugglin' up on this thing! And it made for the perfect seat for catching the action going on. A small yawn. That drink she was swishin' around did look pretty good though... maybe she'd help herself to a little sneaky sip of the kid's later.

Sitting in the stands with his appy juice.

[duelingoddesses]

alt!

(muse: aubrey from OMORI)

               { 🎀 } ❝ wow... your dress is so pretty! it's all sparkly, like stars! ❞

forgetting both her manners and her sense of personal space, the young girl walks up to the taller woman and begins to look over her dress with wide eyes that sparkled just like the dress itself.

❝ where'd you get a dress like this? i wanna buy one for myself! oooh, and maybe one for mari too! we could be matching! i bet she'd love that! ❞

she excitedly clutches the eggplant plush in her hands close to her chest as she waits (impatiently) for an answer.

[gentletwin]

”You know, I didn’t ask to be this big.” you'd think she'd be used to being 6'11" after almost a thousand years, but you'd be surprised how often she bumps her head into things.

I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE, ASSHOLE || @cosmcther

◣ ❀ ✿ ❀ ◥ ;

It’s interesting to hear that plight coming from Rosalina, especially given that Lucas didn’t ask to be this small. The grass is always greener, he supposes...if only the two of them could split the difference.

A curious thought enters Lucas’s mind.

❝ If your body’s all space magic ‘n’ stuff...can’t’cha just...change your size or anythin’ like that? ❞

[sternenteile]

☁️ deliver me some Memories

send ☁️ for a childhood memory.

❝ oh, starlight? ❞ he curls up in the cabinet, giggling quietly. hearing merle call out for him just makes his escapades even funnier. ❝ where is my little starlight? ❞

oh, how he wants to laugh louder, but he refuses to give his location away. this star kid isn't being found tonight! he shoves another chocolate malt ball into his mouth, wondering how many he can fit in at once. he could try it again, but merle said he could hurt himself if he did, which means no more eating chocolate like this again. he'll be good about it... just this once.

❝ oh, what terrible news, fiddleson, ❞ merle melodramatically cries, addressing a ninji that is, in all actuality, not present at the time. ❝ my poor little starlight has gone away again. if he doesn't come back again, i don't know if i will ever smile again. ❞

starlight still chortles to himself, ignoring the tiny pang of guilt in his heart. he crunches onto another chocolate ball, some of the substance melted, caked onto his rosy cheeks. it's all over his hand, evidence of a very serious chocolate crime.

❝ i fear i may... ❞ is that a sniff? oh. oh no. his heart drops. ❝ why, i fear i may... cry! oh, boo hoo... ❞ oh NO. ❝ i miss him... my little star...! ❞

— out bursts a messy star child from the cabinet, squealing with despair. ❝ i'm sorry, mister merle! i'm sorry! don't cry, i'm sorry!! ❞

the betrayal in his stunned expression when he realizes merle was never crying is palpable. in fact, the darned shaman is smiling under his cloak. ah, yes. it works every time.

[ghostbustingreen]

ngl, it's making me so happy to see @cosmcther back on the dash

[cosmcther]

Welcome to Cosmcther! An Independent, Crossover Friendly, and Mutuals Only RP Blog for Rosalina of the Super Mario franchise. Please see the associated Carrd for all important information relating to the blog and this portrayal of the character.

Carrd - Character information and rules can be found there. Everything you’ll need before following and or interaction! Other Blogs - Links to a post showing just where my attention might be if it isn’t on Rosalina. 

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Written by Aaron~ Pinned Post Graphic by Dreamy

[madeimpact]

💕

Positivity roulette || Accepting

*THREATENS @skyfcx / @speedkeed / @cosmcther / all his other urls WITH POSITIVITY*

Every time I see Aaron on the dash I’m like “OH SHIT IT’S AARON FUCK YEAH!!!!” bc I enjoy reading his stuff so much? My dude could write Gone with the Wind as a reply and I’d still read the whole thing because his writing style is just? So pleasant? He also has a knack for getting his muses’ voices down really well! He makes every character he touches so engaging, whether I know them or not.

I love all of our plots and muse dynamics, from the Terrible Trio of the villager sisters and Lucas, Pit and Sonic being So Annoying (affectionate), or just SPACE MOM™️, I always get super invested in the stuff we plot out! ( But of course, would wait forever for that Juicy Writing. )

And I’d let him beat my ass in the terrible horrible no good very bad game that is Super Smash Brothers any day tbh

[omniversus]

@cosmcther​

---- Give a teenager access to over 60 different super-powered alien transformations, and it’s practically inevitable that they’ll use them to take a ‘joy ride’ once in a while. Such was true for Ben, who had not actually used Jetray in a while... but the Aerophibian form was quick enough to dart across entire galaxies in a matter of minutes or even seconds. He was practically a red-and-yellow blur as he sped through space... but came to stop at a structure he’d never laid eyes on before.

      ... Okay, he hadn’t laid eyes on a LOT of outer space before, actually. It practically spans on ad infinitum after all. But when you deal with a lot of nasty intergalactic individuals, seeing some odd floating... observatory out in the middle of the cosmos practically SCREAMED ‘evil lair’. Thus, he found it right to investigate.

      Ben darts down onto the first solid platform he can find, and his green eyes scan the area with a squint, before he eventually speaks up.

---- “ Whoever’s running this joint, ” He begins. “ There better not be somethin’ fishy going on around here! Cuz this sure doesn’t look like the Hubble Telescope to me! ”