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[ hi yes i’m still around, i would like to rp again, but probably mostly plotted threads? i want nassy to go on adventures or really have some character development y’know, not just small talk

idk what i’m saying i just slept for six hours my brain is in space ]

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"Hey uh... do you know a big, cubey guy with a weird accent and a beard, poy?" O'Chunks hadn't totally thrown him out a window after Kirby called him a 'big doofus', no sir.

“’Big cubey guy’? Uh, that’d probably be O’Chunks, yeah I know him, he was helping around Flipside last I heard. You’ve got the wrong town, I know they look pretty much the same…”

And then it really sunk in. She smacked her palm against her forehead.

“Oh boy. Why are you looking for him–what’d he do this time, am I gonna have to talk to him…”

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“Yeah, I’d just like to point out that these are not sunglasses. And that I can destroy your brain on the spot.”

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greendreambro:

   ❝Oh, I know you alright. This better be urgent– as in ‘someone died’ urgent. I can’t make the Count proud if you lot keep interrupting my delicate work.❞ He flicked his cap up, but the brainwashed bro didn’t offer her a glance. His focus was fully on the large robotic machine that resembled him. ❝Please tell me he wants me to go after the hero.❞

Really, she had to get to the root of all this defiance. If he wouldn’t listen to her, who would he listen to? She owned him!...Right?

“You’ve got plenty of time to work. Yeah, after what happened last time, you’re still on probation at least until O’Chunks gets back, and you know that. I think we need to talk about your...recent performance.”

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This time of year was always difficult for her, for a number of reasons.

It was the end of winter; of being able to stay inside in the dark all day without being questioned, of cold weather and early nights and comforting darkness and being able to sit and read a book wrapped in the weight of a blanket and forget everything, because plenty of people were too miserable to be overly energetic and bothersome.

But now she had to shut the blinds to prevent irritatingly bright sunlight from striking her eyes too early, worlds were in bloom and something in the trees of several dimensions tended to make her sneeze, it was quickly becoming uncomfortably hot for someone so used to the cold...

But it was more than that and she knew it.

There were some days on her planner or her calendar that were highlighted in yellow or circled and underlined in that bright red pencil she so liked. Some of them she wrote notes beside; “see script for meeting,” “Notso’s closed until 1pm; arrive 12:15,” “tea with Nolrem; take list of conversation topics” and et cetera. And when one of these was filled, she’d keep it away in a drawer so she could look back at it if needed.

But there was one day with a single black circle around it and nothing else. She knew what it meant, and she never planned anything else for that day. To those who didn’t know, she’d claim she was busy or had a meeting or was traveling at the time--those who knew looked on her with understanding, but also frustrating pity.

It was on this day that the heroes had defeated them.

It was on this day that he had left.

Nastasia sat on her bed staring at the little book open on her lap, covered in dates and times and neatly-written notes in the margins. There was another, similar book on the bed to her left, though the cover was labeled with a different year. She hated looking at that year’s schedule-book, but it had become somewhat of a tradition by now. To make sure she never forgot.

She picked up the other book and opened it to a well-worn page at the beginning of the year.

“Extraction. Distract guards w/ false alarm. Keep princess in castle until ready for wedding procedure; Mimi on dress.”

Right below it, in shaky lettering:

“It’s started.”

Weeks of progressively more dire and uncertain words and phrases in ever more shaky hand.

“Discussion meeting (O’Chunks’ discipline) Has to keep singing. I can’t think of much worse.”

“New recruit conversion. Proper name Luigi. New name undecided. He told me he wanted this one to have a mind of his own. It’s a bad idea.”

“Discussion meeting (topic: L mission). ItoldhimItoldhimItoldhim”

“Earthquakes scheduled to start at castle. People keep asking me why they’re happening I can’t say”

“Discussion meeting SEND TROOPS TO FIND MISSING L MIA, Sammer’s Kingdom destroyed, Mimi’s okay Circumstances non-ideal”

“Meeting. Something terrible is going to happen; what?”

“Heroes arrival. Assign to stations. This is it.”

The whole debacle hadn’t happened in a day, no--it had drawn itself out over several weeks, a month or two as the heroes sought the pieces of the Purity Heart and the villains tried to stop them. It felt like much longer than that to her.

And then on this day all that time ago. No notes about planned events. Just a single black, scribbled circle around the date and almost unreadable words.

“what do I do now”

It had healed, of course. Years had passed and though she still missed her dearest friend--the last person she’d felt could understand her--she’d managed to push it to the back of her mind. Even though some of the messages and scheduled “events” swiftly crossed out later that year had been of a rather alarming and fatalistic portent, she was still here after all this time, still taking care of the others as best she could and trying to put her best foot forward.

In the end, she supposed it was worth it.

She’d met people. Good people. As many who believed in her as who had doubted her, as strange as it was to think of. And even though the three of them had gone on their own separate paths, they were still...friends, which was more than she’d expected.

Even Dimentio--the traitorous bastard Dimentio--seemed to have more to him than she’d originally given him credit for.

And the world hadn’t ended.

She supposed that was one thing that she should be grateful for, every day--the world wasn’t over and they were all still here and they got another chance to move forward and past what had happened, and the others had done such a good job already, but it was so hard for her to let go of it all even after all this time...She felt ridiculous for keeping it so close to her heart for such a long time, but it didn’t help that Mario’s little adventure had gone public this time years ago--she’d get pestered about it until she felt she was about to snap, all of her failings during that time laid bare. She was lucky they hadn’t said more about her...

But they were still here. Even through horror and ridicule and fear and betrayal, they were still here. And some people still remembered their story, and that they were more than what they’d claimed themselves to be.

That he was more than he’d claimed himself to be.

They didn’t know him as well as she did, but she’d seen Merlon putting flowers in tin cups on his windowsill and Saffron baked a cake with chocolate and vanilla split down the middle, the town was dressed in reds or greens or oranges or pinks, and it was clear that some still remembered. That it was a day of more than loss and sadness, as bittersweet as it had been.

Those two were still alive out there. She still hoped someday they’d return, even if she wasn’t sure how she’d feel if they did.

They were still there, and people still remembered that their love could overcome all the space between.

In a way, it was a bit of a tale of hope, now that she was so far removed from it.

Maybe someday she’d have that too.

But for now she had some friends who’d been forged by fire, and she had her sadness, but also her drive, her determination that had kept her going all this time, and even if no one recognized it by Grambi she’d keep it up because she’d gone too far to give up now.

She picked up this year’s planner. She turned to the current day. She wrote in her little red pencil.

“We’re still here.”

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Honestly, where had he gotten this from? It hadn’t been her, right? At least, not intentionally...Granted he was stubborn as a Muth, she’d learned that the hard way, but...this level of abrasive was unnecessary.

“Um, I don’t think you realize who you’re talking to...”

   ❝Can you irritate me later? I’m working on my dear Brobot.❞

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[[ Mun wound up celebrating in her own way.

Grambi help me these motherflipping voices are gonna be the end of me ]]

Of course I had to LP my favorite game of all time–especially given that it turns 10 TODAY!

The story intro and first part of Chapter 1 are up now! A journey spanning dimensions–and the limits of Laur’s vocal range–is about to begin!

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Nas, I dare you to let Mimi give you a makeover

Truth or Dare

“I...can’t help but feel like that’ll end badly. She’s a bit, um...enthusiastic...I really hope she didn’t hear you or I’m done for--”

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Let's play Truth or Dare!

Send Truth: and ask my muse a question and they have to answer it!

Send Dare: and a dare and my muse will have to do it!

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"i cant realize and accept that people genuinly care about me when they clearly do." for the character shaming thing.

What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

“Now wait just a second. I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, and I really don’t think you know what you’re talking about. So stop going on about things you don’t understand.”

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i've come out of hiatus to say happy game anniversary. -astarrydollgeno.

[[ Ah, thank you! It’s quite an exciting time, especially considering this fandom becomes most active around April because of it. It’s also basically the third anniversary of me coming back to this game and, in the end, deciding to make this blog ^-^ ]]

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What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

@everyone

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“Hm...Why do I feel like there’s something important happening--”

“...Oh.”

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🌟

Morality Meme 

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

As stated in the last ask, she doesn’t like to use the labels of “good” and “bad” as she lost track of the concept years ago. She’s just...her.

But deep down, she knows how others see her. She knows the things she’s done cannot objectively be called good--or forgiven. She almost doesn’t want to be forgiven.

She knows how others describe her as cold and heartless, and she knows she’d do it all again for the right person and the right price. Part of her wants to improve, to force her way past her reputation and her background and be a ‘better person’.

But another, large part of her believes...she just can’t. And she won’t.

Even if she doesn’t like labels, if you ask her if she’s going to the Overthere someday...she’ll laugh in your face with a bitter look in hidden eyes.

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☯ (From Sitch)

Morality Meme 

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

[For the record, with memes worded in regards to “your muse” or general headcanon things, I do them ooc because Nastasia hates talking about herself and also it’s easier for me to get out my thoughts, so it doesn’t matter what character sends it--she doesn’t know I’m ratting her out]

Purely relative; concepts based on context and interpretation alone. Nastasia exists in a perpetual sort of gray area, where her independent actions could swing either way. She’s abandoned any attempt to make sense of right and wrong ever since her first “job”, as she knew considering it for too long would only make her overthink it and fall into despair.

It’s more of a “things that don’t affect me can do what they will” against “things that will interfere with me or my/my employer’s goals and should be stopped” thing. She refuses to put a label on it like that, as she doesn’t see the concepts as existing.

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Morality Meme

👑: Is your muse honorable?

Yes--to an extent. Nastasia does have a certain code that she’ll stick to unless she’s forced to abandon it due to extreme circumstances or outside influence (being ordered to do something by her employer). 

This mainly consists of doing her job while causing as little collateral damage and overall effect in other’s lives as possible. Her problems are her own, and her disagreements are between her and another person--she doesn’t want anyone else to get caught in crossfire. 

She’s also of the belief that everyone, even enemies, deserve a fighting chance and a level playing field. This means, for example, in a fight, she’s opposed to underhanded tactics. She’ll also always give the option for mercy or surrender if it’s available, though will be ruthless if it is not taken. She will not kill or harm out of cold blood.

Sometimes, like under Count Bleck, she’ll be forced to swallow this cobbled-together honor code, though it’s always in a “no hard feelings” sort of way. Even then, she’ll stick to it as much as she can (almost all of the minions that fell under her jurisdiction got a choice in the matter, for instance, though few actually took the option to fight with the Count willingly).

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Morality Meme

⚖: Has your muse broken the law before? Broken a vow or promise?

⚔: Would your muse kill if they had to in order to protect a loved one?

🌟: Do they consider themselves a good person?

👑: Is your muse honorable?

☯: What do they think of 'good' and 'evil'?

🌹: When would they tell a lie?

🍷: Would they manipulate someone to get what they want?

⛨: What would they sacrifice their life for?

💋: How easily are they tempted?

☽: What is their alignment?

⚠: Would they seek revenge against someone who's harmed them or the people they care about?