Princess Rosalina

Affiliated with Eversanctum.

[lumatriarch]

cutwarmth​:

@lumatriarch​.

It doesn’t take long at all for Rui to realize that there’s another housemate in the cabin. Primarily, the dead giveaway was the fact there were three bedrooms. He’s still settling in – aware, at least, of Hanako being here, and Himari, too – but Rui has at least… some… semblance of an ability to converse with others now, kind of. Maybe.

So while he startles a little when the other housemate steps out of her room, he does at least manage to regain his composure quickly enough to perhaps not entirely look like a fool. Rui has Himari in his arms, cradled like a baby, and moves a hand to wave one of her paws.

“… er… hello. Do you… mind… cats?”

Good start?

“… I – sorry, if you have somewhere to be, you can go, I just – want to make sure Himari won’t be a bother for you?”

Never mind the fact that, even though this cabin seems to be decently hidden under the trees, Rui might need the curtains to be drawn during the day just in case. Laying out some ground rules might be good, but he… isn’t exactly good at these sorts of things.

The difference between existing in one world versus another was not very significant for Rosalina... the worst part would always be having to exist without her Lumas, but she’s been without them before and they’ve been without her before, and she was confident that they would be fine. They have plenty of themselves to keep each other company, after all.

Besides, this place was... cozy. It was nice. She felt at ease here... didn’t even mind that she was leaving her room with a decent case of bedhead.

“Hello,” she replied, far too softly at first, “No, I do not mind cats.”

“Himari. Are they yours?”

[eversanctum]

Per prior reserve, sending in an application for Rosalina of the Super Mario series! App can be found on the right side or at /app!

Welcome to Eversanctum, Rosalina.

You awaken in the Grove with a key to cabin 01 clutched in your hand.

You have retained your Force Fields, though you cannot currently move objects other than yourself.

Upon checking out your room, you’ll find your Star Wand inside.

You are safe here, Saved One.

- mod fawn.

[lumatriarch]

Hello! This is just a heads up that this blog will soon be affiliated with Eversanctum, and so anyone still following this blog from Isola Radiale will probably want to unfollow/softblock this blog now!

[lumatriarch]

greenishmoon​:

“Dark blue.” She replied, without turning her head to look. “So dark it is almost, but certainly not, actually black.” She smiled, then turned around to collect it, laying it on the counter a moment later. “Well, personally I have a penchant for quills myself, but it certainly isn’t the fastest option. Sometimes even brushes if I’m feeling particularly self indulgent.”

From under the counter she also retrieved a single, particularly high quality sheet of paper. “Now dear, what kind of person would I be if I made you buy something like that just to test them? Feel free to use this. Letters? How lovely such a practice is still alive in the city.”

“Brushes like the kind you were using on that star map... ? Or do you perhaps mean more of a calligraphy brush?” She set her phone down on the countertop a moment while she opened up the journal, getting a feel for the texture of the leather and the pages within.

“I would need a much bigger journal if I were to pen letters with a calligraphy brush...” she mused.

“Oh—thank you.” She picked up the pen now and started writing her name on the test sheet of paper, slowly and deliberately. “I am not sure how popular it is in general... but it is what I tend to prefer... and I was able to find people with similar preferences online.”

[lumatriarch]

greenishmoon​:

“Few things more important that keeping a proper journal.” She moved her map in progress o the side and stood up from her chair, gesturing towards a collection of shelves beside the counter. “There’s a number there, unless you have a specific aesthetic in mind.”

“Such a broad request, dear! I suppose much of it comes down to personal taste and what one is used to. But for comfort I would recommend something that has decent weight without producing strain over long periods, combine that with a good flow and pleasantly bold lettering…” Her head came back to the counter. “I believe fountainpens are generally the best bet, I have a number you can try.” 

And a number she did produce. Some of the looking rather basic, and some of them decidedly more ornate. “May I ask what you will be writing?”

Before turning her attention to the journals, she glanced at the map that Nya had just moved aside, perhaps unintentionally a bit longer than might’ve been polite. She wasn’t trying to be nosy, just curious, but that can wait, she thought. But soon she did turn her gaze at the journals behind Nya.

“Nothing specific... is that one on the left there dark blue, or black...? If it’s blue, I’d like that one, please.”

“If my request is too broad, it is only because I would defer to your judgement here rather than my own.” She scanned over the collection of fountain pens that Nya got out, briefly lingering on the ornate ones, but eventually settling on the more simple ones.

“I would love to purchase that journal to test these out in,” she said, taking a moment to pull out her phone now so that she’d be able to pay. “Letters. Pen pal letters, specifically.”

[lumatriarch]

greenishmoon​:

It would have been hard not to hear the bell even if the counter wasn’t far from the entrance, but she didn’t look up immediately. She was busy leaving white dots and lines on a home made star map. But she made sure to raise her head and smile as the tall woman approached. 

“Good afternoon, what a lovely voice you have ”

“Simply fantastic. Stationery? Well you haven’t come to the wrong place… Are you looking for something in particular, or general supplies? I do have some blank journals, notepads. Pens of various persuasions, quills, pencils.”

Rosalina’s smile grew wider at the compliment, once again bowing her head but this time in thanks. It wasn’t the first time she’s heard that specific compliment, but it still wasn’t one she heard often... it was nice to hear.

“Thank you.” And she remained smiling even when the answer she got wasn’t wholly confidence inspiring for what she was looking for.

“Journals should be fine for today... and whatever you would recommend for a comfortable writing utensil... whether it be made of a feather or otherwise.”

[lumatriarch]

[ @greenishmoon ]

The bell above the door rung quietly when Rosalina pushed it open and stepped inside the hole-in-the-wall book stop, so she figured there would be no need to announce her entry further. At present, it seemed like she was the only one in the shop anyway.

She approached the counter and, with a small bow of her head, greeted the woman on the other side. “Hello,”

“Are you doing well today? I was hoping to buy some stationery...”

[lumatriarch]

origingened​:

though they’ve shaken the snow off, they’re still feeling the chill in their limbs. maybe a bubble will help -

oh? their ears twitch as something warm is pulled gently over them.

they know they’ve seen this lady’s face, but it’s been so long, they barely remember her… well, she must be nice anyway. they don’t have their collar this time, so they can’t thank her with words she can understand. probably, at least. maybe she’s one of the ones who can understand her.

so instead, they fly up to her eye level and bump their (unfortunately very cold) nose against hers.

‘this is nice. thank you!’

Their nose was, in fact, cold! Rosalina didn’t mind it, though, as the cold never really bothered her anyway. It’s hard to beat the coldness of empty space, you know? But she did giggle, and boop them on the nose with her finger.

“You’re welcome, little one.”

She could not understand Mew. She just assumed that was a thank you bump. Happy accidents.

[lumatriarch]

origingened​:

a….. aCHOO–

their head pokes out from the snow that had piled up on top of them, and they quickly emerge and shake off the rest.

This little hairless cat was always so cute, she thought, but weren’t they cold? After watching them play in the snow a while, Rosalina didn’t want them to get... er, sick?

So she placed her knit hat with little cotton ball on top on Mew’s head now instead.

[lumatriarch]

“Would you like to walk together...?”

Rosalina was taking her time with trick-or-treating... she wasn’t even wholly focused on going up to houses to collect candy (though she did have a small basket with a few smaller still candies inside already), but was more enjoying seeing everyone else’s costumes. Something that might be much more enjoyable with company.

“It’s a nice night... having someone to converse with while I walk could be nice.”

[lumatriarch]

journalskeeper​:

@lumatriarch​

Lucretia is used to being the tallest in the room– the witch hat she’s wearing only adds to that, but this lady has her beat. (and thoroughly, too).

She hadn’t intended to dress up at all, but she’d wanted to check out the dance party at least, and felt a costume was appropriate. But taking the candy is a bit much, especially as a witch– she’s already a wizard, what good would it do?

“I like your costume,” she says, standing next to the other woman and eyeing the bass guitar curiously. “Are you playing at the party, or is that part of your costume?”

This wasn’t Rosalina’s usual scene but it was where a lot of people seemed to be at and, if she’s here for the holiday, why not participate in the festivities? There was little downside, except for perhaps being asked that question. She didn’t mind being asked, not at all, it’s just that it was not the first time she was asked that tonight, nor would it be the last.

“Oh.. thank you.” she said, with a small bow for courtesy’s sake. “But I’m not playing tonight...”

“This is just my costume. The guitar was plastic before I ate the candy... I’m not sure I could even play it properly. I’ve never held one before...” She didn’t realize that if she’d just tried to play it, she’d find herself a natural at it—at least until she ate a descension candy.

[lumatriarch]

“Is it time yet for me to place pumpkins on my front porch?”

[lumatriarch]

[ @skysteelshot​ ]

Rosalina was swaying back and forth a little in her seat, eyes closed and a smile on her face, listening to her music through a pair of earbuds she’d plugged into a cassette player in the middle of RE:CORE.

She opened her eyes when she heard someone take a seat across from her, and then took out one earbud to offer to them.

“Did you want to listen in?”

[ada-tan]

Symbol Starters~

Send ☔ for our muses to share an umbrella on a rainy day.

Send 📱 for my muse to send yours a random text.

Send 📞 for my muse to call yours.

Send ✞ for our muses to meet in an empty church.

Send ⚔ to challenge my muse to a duel.

Send 😢 for my muse to comfort you.

Send 🌸 to receive flowers from my muse.

Send ☁ for our muses to watch the clouds together.

Send ⌚ to ask my muse what time it is.

Send ℃ for my muse to discuss the temperature with yours.

Send 👻 to tell ghost stories with my muse.

Send 🐩 to play with my muse’s pet (or have my muse play with yours).

Send 😘 to see my muse’s reaction to yours flirting with them.

Send 💅 to do my muse’s nails.

Send 🐎 for our muses to go horse riding together.

Send 📺 for our muses to have a TV/movie night.

Send 🍸 for our muses to have a drink together.

Send 💪 for our muses to workout together.

Send 💤 to wake my muse up from their nap.

Send 🍔 for our muses to have lunch together.

Send 💢 for my muse to get mad at yours for something they did.

Send 😓 for my muse to apologize to yours for something they did.

Send 💖 for my muse to tell yours who they currently have a crush on.

Send 💘 for my muse to ask yours who they have a crush on.

Send 💋 to randomly kiss my muse.

Send 🎃 to carve pumpkins with my muse.

Send 🎁 for my muse to give yours a gift.

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[blackcatrph]

** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.

[lumatriarch]

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

“Ah, so they do work!” she softly exclaimed into the walkie-talkie, followed by an even softer laugh. Being in the discount bin as they were, she assumed that was because they were faulty. But after handing one to Samus and taking the other just around the corner—and not even out of earshot anyway—it seems that they’re still functional after all.

“I don’t know what I might use these for... but it can’t hurt to have them anyway.”

...

Oh yeah, she almost forgot.

“Over.”