cosmcther

[cosmcther]

this is my weekly "ignore me" post, but with my love for fleshing out fictional energies and my addiction to fight threads, what if i made a straight up no joke full stop son goku blog.

little known fact about me? absolutely fucking adore kid goku. god the original dragonball art style is so comforting to me. i didn't grow up with the series or anything, in fact my main exposure to dragon ball as a whole has been the abridged series that im sure many of you are plenty aware of. but og dragonball's art style hits that same kinda "i just love looking at my little guy" vibe as i have with calvin, my mun faceclaim, here!

but mmmm. i bet i could cook with kid goku as a blog. anyone who's been around me for long enough knows i LOVE my peppy little protagonists. little bastards with can-do indomitable spirits. knock the kid down and he'll get back up for more. love the thrill of a fight, love improving little by little each and every single day. and it gives me all the more perfectly valid reasons to jumpscare people with constant fight threads.

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     ...Coughs into her fist.      ......Scratches the back of her head.      .........Brushes some hair out of her face.

     "So... l dunno, wanna play some Daytona?"

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.............you ever just. yknow? like, your brain like. whoof. on a character. and you kinda just. dfghyhgtrfdx. yknow?? yeah. yeah you get it. you know.

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YOUR MUSE AS THE SOLAR SYSTEM

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin ? • halogenic aura.

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement.

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips.

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains.

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands.

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue.

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies.

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart, it’s just… way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing.

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke.

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[cosmcther]

ah, rosalina "i swear to god im not being condescending to the human race, i genuinely do find them amazing in so many aspects. i respect them deeply and view them as fully-fledged life forms capable of higher thought and worthwhile of my time. i just have to say it like a jackass because im virtually a god" lavonne. how you say words will never cease to amuse me.

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"Why is it always humans, you think? Surely the universe has a more common sentient species than human, right?"

Flowey gives the other a bemused-- Slightly knowing look. Really, he knows genuinely messing with her would be like throwing a pebble at a tank. Messing with a LOT of people felt like throwing a pebble at a giant mech, actually. That felt like a better comparison-- Where was he going with this?

"Is being human... This SUPER unique thing that nobody gets, or something? Even monsters write..." Fanfic. "...Stories about humans. What do you think the big deal is?"

Observers and Overseers || Requested

     The flower, in its appearance, gave the woman no shock nor surprise. In the simple hustle and bustle of human life moving forward, some strange entity or enigma sidling up to her for a simple conversation on the intricacies of mortal existence was... admittedly not every Tuesday for the deity, but she could see it happening on a tri-weekly basis.

     The mother was sat on a bench at the recesses of a park. Some small number of Lumas hovered about, either interacting with gobsmacked humans or keeping to their own circles of playtime. She, like the good mother she was, kept an eye forward on her children while glossed lips moved to converse with her new companion. After all, it was a fascinating topic they brought up.

     "Well, humans are the lowest common denominator in evolutionary requirements, don't you know. If you're looking for a scientific reason as to why it's always a human you see, I mean. When it comes to beings capable of elevated thought, they own everything they need and nothing more. They have methods of interacting physically with their surroundings, senses to interpolate what they are interacting with, and an expanded mind to build upon the inaugural elements of life.

     "To that end, they make for wonderful putty to further build upon, and the universe has agreed tenfold! That's why there are so many alternative humanoids that evolution has all but riffed on and made its own."

     She never fancied herself a scientist, but the explanation on why it was always humans you always found throughout the galaxy fascinated her. Though, with a slight chuckle, her expression turns a little bashful in its presentation.

     "Of course, I bemoan the point of conversation. I'm sure you could piece that together on your own were you given the time and breadth of interstellar traversal. My explanation only raises the question further, and gives ample follow-through to yours: what makes a human unique? In a world comprised of their betters, surely they would inevitably fall to the wayside, no?"

     —Oh. A small snack bag of Star Bits and trail mix would be opened and imbibed upon in small intervals. And a little handful would be offered to the flower, if they were partial to food stuffs such as that. It was polite to share, after all.

     "There are many iterations on the human that are, in all intents and purposes, far superior to the base model, so to speak. We would be here all day if I were to list all of their downsides, quite frankly.

     "Well? I believe that, then and there, lies the appeal. Who doesn't love an underdog? In a world choked with humans, their perspective on matters big and small will naturally become the dominating voice on the subject, and theirs is often one that depicts larger-than-life worlds that their meager selves are set to brave. They're quite good at making themselves the heroes in their stories, don't you know. All while being insufferable in gallivanting their strengths! Hah!

     "It sets up their innate courage and will to see a poor situation to the end, even if they're not always aware that they're the ones with the shortest stick of the lot. There's something about an intrinsically simple soul setting out on an adventure that they have no way of comprehending its magnitude at the onset. Being so meager by nature, it makes their accomplishments feel all the greater!

     "What do I think the big deal is? I don't think it's something nobody gets, oh no. It's something that everyone can relate to, in fact! To feel small and strive for that which is greater despite it. You just can't help but root for them, really. They defy odds and expectations almost every single second of every single day.

     Either that, or you're upset that they're so miniscule and can still raise themselves up to such heights with the power of joined strength and mutual goals. Which, too, pushes souls to better themselves, but merely out of spite!" A slap to the knee! A handful of star-trail mix!

     "Ah... They truly are captivating creatures. I don't know how others can hate them, honestly. They're woefully flawed, but they certainly know how to make up for it."

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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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What role does Polari play? He seems a lot older than the other lumas and looks to be an advisor of yours.

That’s rather sweet.. instead of becoming a galaxy or a star, right at your side is where he wanted to be.

Father Star || Unprompted

     Ooh~, perhaps the highest form of endearment that the Cosmic Mother could show for another. At the mention of her trusted advisor, her cherished friend that outpaced even her in age... there was an exciteable grin plastered upon her face, with a twinkle of mischief laced behind the eye.

     "Ah, Polari..." It was the same expression a troublesome sibling received before kicking their alternative off the top bunk. "Of all the old stars nagging me to do right, he's always been the one five-pointed nuisance that I delight in keeping around."

     ...It would seem the two held quite a rapport, at least by the way she talked of him. Such tone of voice was very rarely taken up— saved for those rare few she considered worthy— or, unworthy, technically speaking, of that motherly aura she so naturally maintained. Her radiance shined more amicably at his mention. In a more humble light, perhaps. Though there was nothing quite humble about her words, despite it.

     And, well... it wasn't helping that the star in question was smack-dab right next to her.

     "Your Grace. I would have certainly thought your self-comportment to be founded on better grounds than that." The star would sigh a long, bountiful relief of air... but eyes would turn up into a smile before long. "Just because you know you can get away with it does not mean it's worth pursuing all the same." Clearly, they had done thing song and dance before.

     "My apologies, my dear," the woman would chuckle. "You know I say such with only the highest amount of heart. I'm just delighted that there are others finding intrigue in your position! You so often keep to yourself, toiling away with business as usual. Repeatedly, I wonder if I did something wrong, you're so reclusive."

     To that, large eyes of endless blues can only roll in response. "To think my admonishment would be so indirect... what farce! You know as well as I that my critique is always laid bare. I have neither the time nor patience for such covert resistance. I taught you tolerance so that I need not reserve any~."

     The two... they would laugh. Echoed laughter that reverberated off the walls, spiraling down the paths of their home and deep into the annals of time.

     "I do not wish to speak for him; he is grown and can express his own piece. But to answer your question quite plainly, he is my advisor. I'm sure you are familiar with ones such as Princess Peach and Mister Toadsworth? Polari and I are of a similar likeness, though... he does far less fretting over my physical safety. Nowadays, he's here to help assure that my hairs stay their greying before I'm past the age of ten thousand."

     Sights, they glance to her side at the ever-dutiful star. Without a word exchanged, a conversation is had. Her eyes ask for permission, and an onyx hand waves freely, ushering permission to continue.

     "He wasn't actually appointed to me as my advisor, you know. At least, it wasn't the original intent. Nor had he come along like the countless Luma I'd discovered by merely wandering. Those Star Spirits that I assumed were set to watch over and train me in my veritable infancy? Well, they had not the time to do so, I'm afraid, and so they assigned another of their ilk to oversee in their stead. And in their passivity arose perhaps the greatest decision I am still thankful for to this day.

     "For it was Polari that aided in the growth and following control of my celestial abilities. He saw to it that I had would forge my wand by hand through several gallivants through the cosmos. Personal capers throughout the stars to develop my instrument to my personality. My specific experiences. Like measuring one for a suit, it was a search for my soul's every possible twitch of the wavelength. And that involved getting up, getting out there, and seeing the stars for everything they are worth. Gods, what fun it was.

     "...And then, after all was said and done, his duty served in furnishing me a tool to best apply myself to my future work... he deigned to stay. Both I and the Star Spirits gave him leave, for he is a wise star in high demand. ...But he desired to remain at my side, and I welcomed it wholeheartedly. The stars are not wont to deny such a purehearted wish."

     Wrist twists, and her wand is given a spin. Stardust flitters aplenty, like a glittering film coating the air. Colors almost endless, a shining light in the dark of night. "He is my guiding star. And I, his grace manifested. That's why he's left with so little of it~!"

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oh, and to the anon that's been overly kind and gracious enough to semi-frequently been sending me asks, those of which that have been delightful in keeping rosalina active in my mind and giving me something fun to return to and resharpen my skills in writing terms...

i didn't skip the one talking about lumas. i'm just saving it for the aforementioned drabble i have in the recesses of my mind. it plays wonderfully into what i have in mind and im keeping it like a fucking exodia card.

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tl;dr for last post? she needs her duet partner for this song and she'd be chill as.

[cosmcther]

     Early morning rambles. Went to sleep early and woke up early and Rosalina is spinning up in my head like crazy.

     So I've got a nice ol' angsty drabble cooking in my brain (i guess rosalina is just the angst packmule right now sorry sweetie) and the blurb I wrote down for the gist of it is 'Detaching oneself from the pain of humanity and becoming nothing more than a concept.' Fun stuff, I know. But as I think about all of her plights, one of the facts that saddens me to acknowledge is that she may be grappling with specific aspects for the entirety of her life. I, as her writer, at least in this specific instance, don't quite know how she is to solve them.

     Tl;dr, Rosalina suffers from feeling as though she's more concept than human. Her persona as Protector of the Cosmos and the mantle she holds herself to as this etheric Cosmic Mother has been steadily cannibalizing her grip on her humanity for a very long time. I describe it as trying to have her cake and eat it too.

     Imagine, if you will, a storybook character that has a beginning, middle, and end to their original story. They're destined to continue on this set plot, for that is how it was written! But then, magically, this character was ripped from its pages and given complete and utter autonomy, free to do as it pleases as it is wont to do. However, the creature is flawed, for it is still inclined to complete its predetermined story while still yearning for proper freedom. (Google d20 neverafter you should watch neverafter)

     This is Rosalina's dilemma. Her human side merely wishes to traverse freely and do as she pleases, but she is forever a willing slave to her duty, her role. It's quite hard to do both, but she does indeed enjoy both. It's just that they are as opposite as opposites can get. And as I think about it, without one giving way to let the other blossom, I'm hard-pressed to think of a way for her to truly enjoy life without inevitably going mad.

     Then, I... came to a small realization. Or perhaps more of an idea. I think what she needs is a partner. She's asexual and aromantic, a true Space Ace to the utmost degree, but it's not impossible for her to find love or anything. It's just that she's very... picky. Like, extremely so.

     She doesn't care for sex and she's disinterested in standard romantic affairs. She's never pined for anyone and she never will, her brain just isn't wired like that. She also needs someone on equal footing that she can confide in, someone to rest upon when her own burdens get too heavy to carry. It's the classic conundrum of who heals the healer? Who does the therapist go to when they need to talk to? And oftentimes, the answer is their partner. But Rosalina is oftentimes so unmatched in status that she just... has never had something like that in her entire life. She is the support beam for others, not the other way around.

     It would have to be someone with a lifespan as long as hers, too. She's not dating a mortal and doing the whole 'fae creature falls in love with a human and doesn't know what to do with themselves after their partner dies' cliche. It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? Wrong! She's already on the edge, she doesn't need another loss like that to push her over.

     And they have to be someone rather self-dependant. She's searching for someone she doesn't have to take care of. The Cosmic Mother to all under stars bit is getting extremely tiresome and she just needs to have someone she can relax beside. And... maybe have someone to take care of her for a change, whoknowsidunnomaybeit'dbenice.

     The likelihood of her finding someone that perfectly meets all of her admittedly very persnickety standards is quite low, but... I think the moon needs her sun. She needs someone who balances her out. She takes care of so many people in existence, for it is her job as the Celestial Mother. She enjoys what she does, and she is grateful that so many people can find comfort under her bough...

     But she kinda wants to sit under her own vine and fig tree... And she wants to find that shaded spot next to someone else. Someone who can keep her mutual company throughout her days. Maybe it doesn't even need to be a partner in the romantic sense. Maybe it's just a best friend, a life partner. But I think she truly needs someone to feel eternally whole.

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it's mario time over on @plumberpower btw. he is my goofy wahoo lighthearted content to balance out rosalina's. uh. y'know. yeah. go check'em out if plumbers suit your fancy~!

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     "Can I go back to angsting, actually? The alternative scenario before me seems... trying, to put it lightly."

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on god one of the things that fucks me up the most with writing rosalina as this timeless woman is her forgetting shit in her endless years of age.

memory loss is, like, really scary and heartbreaking to me. but it is simply natural! no matter how dope or strong or kind you are, you are inevitably going to forget things as you age, and rosalina has been around for a long time and has seen a lot during her time alive. it is natural that her brain would dump some stuff to make space for new thoughts and memories, but. goddammit she has so many little things to recall the shit she refuses to forget about.

squeezing her plush star bunny's ears and arms to make four to remind her that she was four when one of her best friends entered her life is. yeah i think im gonna need a minute goddammit fuck me dude.

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When you left for the stars, I noticed in the pages that you brought a plush starbunny with you on your journey.

Is your bun still with you, Rosa?

Old Friend || Unprompted

     Delight... A shine most pure will avail itself to the stretches and curves of Rosalina's face. It was a childlike smile, one of instant vigor and zeal. You could read the fond memories the simple question conjured forth like the daily paper. Truly, she needn't even give an answer proper, for her expression said it all! But she would offer a light motion of her hand— a beckoning, a wave signaling to follow.

     Chase after the shuttlecocked comet bounding through her interstellar home. Lumas turn with curiosity as their mother flies by, whistling words of interest during her whip past the main console. Carpets ruffled underfoot as she ripped past the library and following kitchen. And before long, the hatch upon the mother's own personal living space would open with a wave of the wand.

     Then...? In all her boundless elation, the energy about her seems to break itself down, reconstituted thusly as humble reverence. Gravity-defying flight cuts itself short, and heels fall lightly against her carpeted floors within. Short steps across the room break the hushed quiet in three-quarter time.

     The ambient hum of machinery toiling away endlessly to maintain this space station of theirs indefinitely. The ticking of a clock sat by a bedside table. The intake of breath... and the smiling exhale of air following not moments after. Bend at the waist and reach across her bedspread. Arms reach out to the side of the decadant bed's simple white pillow.

     Resting upon it, as she always has, and as she always will, was a small stuffed Star Bunny. Fur of white, ears tipped apricot. And by the gods, would Rosalina's smile brighten to that of nigh blinding. Elbows pressed into the plush of her bed, knees finding the floor so as to level herself with her little one. A painted nail brushed the length of her ears, the off-hand cupping her fuzzy cheek with delight.

     "Yes... ever by my side since the days of my far-flung youth, I've made sure to keep her with me even throughout all this time. My mother handcrafted this little one for me on my... my..." —Hmn. No matter what, the memories of those otherworldly days would fail even the greatest of minds. But then, like instructions written on lines of code, arms would reach out instinctually and squeeze two at a time: once on both the rabbit's ears, then once on both the rabbit's arms.

     Two sets of long and singular squeezes, like the answer to her quandary would be pressed into the skin of her thumbs.

     "—Ah. Yes, that's right. My fourth birthday was when my mother had stitched this little one up for me. I still remember feeling quite lonely back then. Rather shy was I before my brother was born. So I was given a friend that would be with me whenever and wherever, all to remind me that the world isn't quite as scary with someone friendly... by your... side."

     ...

     ...Silence. She stared at the star bunny in well and proper silence.

     Maybe that's why the brain forgot. Not just to make space for new memories, but because remembering hurt so damn much. These interstellar eyes had seen so much, and sometimes it felt like every good memory dredged up twenty bad ones beside it. Everything just seemed to... coagulate in her old age. And she was still young for a star's lifespan. Quite young, in fact. T'was the downside of letting the humanoid in her survive for so long, she supposed.

     She wondered when and where that would be forgotten, too.

     —The head shakes itself, eyes shut with a tight grip. No more tears left to cry, unfortunately. It just stings. The feeling is blinked out, sights returning to the ancient little Star Bunny.

     At least she's made it this far with the cosmic entity...

     "...Her name is Constance, Connie for short, and I love her very much. I'll be honest, I'm quite loathe to cast magicks upon her, but I've had to so that the wear and tear of time doesn't break her down before I'm ready to see her off.

     She is my mother's handiwork, and the only thing worse would be having to replace even a single one of those aforementioned stitches myself. So she mostly lies here beside my pillow. Too much movement might damage her. But she's near for every little conversation I have with myself in these four walls. I thank her for the company, no matter how selfish I may be for desiring it so."

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bah. kicks my little leggies. writing is fun. maybe i should come off sabbatical sometime soon. i've been playing a l o t of ff14 recently and the dialogue in that game made me think it'd be fun to write rosalina again. hrm food for thought.

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Oh, Rosalina..

If only your parents knew everything that you would achieve and become. They'd think you're magnificent.

The way you love, the way you protect, the way you lift others into your arms. They'd be so proud...

Gobsmacked. But so proud. ❤

Contemplation || Unprompted

     Before it all, the other's words would put a light bit of laughter upon her lips. The notion was not a foreign one. Remembering those fond faces of the past had become a bit of a mental exercise in her old age — It helped her remember. To keep those important hearts and souls as more than faded facsimiles of what they once were. Friends left behind in ages come and gone, time everlasting moving on without them. Such was always their fate, but nobody deserved to be forgotten. Her family most of all.

     "Haven above, I certainly hope so." She prayed the whole of her family would look fondly on their grown-up little girl... "I feel as though they would all have some choice words for me were we to speak now, I'm afraid. My disappearing act back then was a precipitous one to be sure, and I'd expect at least an ear-tugging or two from my mother."

     Her grin, it grows to a toothy one, her posture shifting to that of maternal fretting. Hand to hip, index finger wagging quite pointedly... and ever-so-slightly exaggeratedly. "—Rosalina Magnol Lavonne! I want you to explain to me every thought within your head as you presumed it wise to leave for the endless expanse of space without leaving us behind so much as a note! I am confident in saying your father and I hadn't raised you as such, so please inform us where such a notion came from!"

     ...The chuckle thereafter is etched with cracks. Not wholly broken, yet some excess air is certainly leaking through those ugly etchings.

     Nonetheless, she settles on a sigh, platinum-blond hair waving as head shook to and fro. "No, no... I believe I remember my mother well enough to know her true reaction. She would sooner cry herself silly with tears of joy upon seeing her daughter. The finger-wagging would come in due time, I'm more than sure, but... I believe she, as well as the rest of my heart's shards, would be simply happy to see me.

     My status as protector, my achievements and failures... Every story I could tell, every jaw I could drop with but a minute whisper. None of them would care not for what I had to say. For they had a chance to see their daughter, their sister, one last time."

     ...      ......

     "Gods, I pray they would be happy to see me..."

     Everything she is, everything she hopes to be and strives to become. Was it enough to outweigh the feelings brought on by feckless abandonment? She sometimes wondered what it would be like to witness her family again, but mayhap some things were better left alone.