Nasty Majesty

FOLLOWS FROM SLEEPY-MUSES-HUB! Indie RP blog for Nastasia from the mario franchise! HC influenced.

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REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

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What form of love do you embody? 

Tagged by: @luvehearted​

love as religion 

[ love as the sole object of your reverence--nothing about you is holy, but maybe your love for another is ] when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and when the cast of les mis sang "to love another person is to see the face of God" and when halsey said "i found God, i found him in a lover" and when katherine philips wrote "to the dull angry world let's prove there's a religion in our love"

Tagging: whoever wants to stealsies!

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First Interactions / Break the Ice Starter Sentences

❝ Hey, excuse me, you dropped this! ❞ 

❝ Don’t get wet, stand under my umbrella with me. ❞ 

❝ I’ll pay for your [meal/coffee/groceries/etc] ! ❞ 

❝ Hey! Watch where you’re going! ❞ 

❝ This seat’s free. Come sit. ❞ 

❝ Sorry, I couldn’t help but to stare… ❞ 

❝ I wasn’t staring! I was just.. spaced out! ❞ 

❝ Is that… blood? ❞ 

❝ Woah, you look pale… are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital? ❞ 

❝ I can give you a ride if you need it, beats walking. ❞ 

❝ Did you just breathe in my direction? ❞ 

❝ Don’t look at me like that. ❞ 

❝ I don’t know you, but I really want to hold your hand. ❞ 

❝ … I really hate the awkward silence in elevators, you know? ❞ 

❝ Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else. ❞ 

❝ Don’t look now, but this person has been following you for two blocks so I thought I’d approach you and act like your best friend or something. Sooo, how have you been? ❞ 

❝ Is there something in my teeth? ❞ 

❝ Did you just hold my hand? ❞ 

❝ Um… that’s MY seat. I ALWAYS sit there. ❞ 

❝ Hey um, that guy/girl is totally eyeballing you. ❞ 

❝ Let me buy you a drink sometime? ❞ 

❝ Oh my god don’t move there’s a spider on your shirt- ❞ 

❝ What… are you doing? ❞ 

❝ Oh! Can I have one of those? ❞ 

❝ Hey! Can you help me out? ❞ 

❝ Can I walk with you? ❞ 

❝ Oh, you live here? This is awkward… ❞ 

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jcmfctry‌:

the timidity in her voice does nothing to help his state; the way she stepped toward him, albeit meekly; the way she fiddled with her necklace– the pearls he had given her. she had kept them? all these years? 

“ vell, it’s…a long story. SCREARK!” the bat replies, ears twitching. not a very good one, it seems– he’d usually he’d talk on and on about those sorts of experiences. 

“ long story short i escaped. after centuries of being chained in the dreamvorld, the island vas redizcovered und..i had found my vay out..SCREKEE!”

that wasn’t everything. a low hiss that sounded more like a tired sigh leaves his rib cage; a part of him still wanted to tell her everything, how he had managed to overpower those pi’illos, how he had ALMOST won, how he had successfully escaped and how victory SHOULD have been his!  but what good was bragging when his power barely grazed her senses? 

“ as for my pover scree-- vell– neffer mind that! ” he replies a bit roughly, shifting focus back on his ex-servant. “Nastasia.. vhen did you get here? SKREEF! hov had you escaped?” 

“The Pi’illos.... They must have defeated you, then...” She looked back up at Antasma, both hands clutching the pearl around her neck. “But you found a way out..? Somebody must’ve found their way into the dream world and opened a way out, didn’t they?” Reaching a hand up, she took off her glasses- her deep, scarlet eyes scanning over Antasma’s appearance. What happened when you were freed? It’s not like you to be this quiet, Antasma. Something wrong must’ve happened, didn’t it..?”

Putting her glasses back on, She shuffled her feet slightly. “I was... Freed by a man named Cou-.... Blumiere. He was searching the world for his lost love, and saw me trapped here. When I was freed, I pledged loyalty to him as thanks, but...” She looked back down, sighing. “...He’s gone, now... and I’m alone again...”

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jcmfctry‌:

as much as the evening brought solace to the nocturnal king, it did so for the cold. antasma couldn’t help but shudder and huff in distaste, his breathe condensing before him.  the icy winds were already upon the accursed isle, making the ancient bat grow slower and heavier as winter beckoned his more primal self to rest. of course, he could not let himself do such a thing– not if he wanted to. ever since that bratty priceling was freed, the entire island was once again retained by those pi’illos. he had to keep moving in order to stay hidden, in order to survive…

in fact he was just hunting before this possible victim caught his eye. easy prey, he had wagered; a clueless tourist too arrogant to properly understand what hid within these woods,,, until she spoke his name. at first he would hiss, planning to simply to finish the job before the other had a chance to scream, but something about the way she acknowledged him– the aroma she carried– makes him stop and stare. 

“…vhere haff i…i know you! SCRIK!” the ancient bat exclaims as he looms over the woman, golden eyes squinting as he observed her and her aura. yes, this was familiar–she was familiar. the realization makes him back off significantly as though the other had drawn a weapon. 

“nast– nastasia. you…” the nightmare’s voice grows soft.  you’re here? you’ve come back? you’ve escaped? there’s a mixture of astonishment, anxiety, and possible relief in his tone. it had been so long since he had heard from his old servant; before he had been imprisoned; before he had imprisoned her. the ancient evil’s insides freeze, only this time it’s not from the cold. 

“ you’ve changed.. ”

Clutching the pearl around her neck tightly, stepping back a little more, before reaching out a hand. “It.... It really is you.... B-but I thought...” She stared down at the ground, as if searching for words, before looking back up at Antasma, stepping forwards slightly.

“I heard.... I was told you were banished to the dream world, never again to return. That you were.... um.... defeated... But that you’d still trapped the Pi’illos too...” Looking back down again, she sighed, stepping forwards towards Antasma slightly more. “But... you’re here now... but I can barely sense your power... What happened to you..?”

At the comment on her own change, she stepped back again, staring down at her feet. “I mean... um... of course I changed... You changed too... Um...” She clutched the pearl around her neck again, rubbing fer thumb against it.

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@jcmfctry​

It’d been years since Nastasia had been on Pi’illo island. Having lived here for years, it had a fond place in her heart, but that sweetness had a bitter side. This was, after all, where she had been trapped for centuries- and not just that, trapped by her former love, Antasma. Thinking about it, her hand reached for the pearl around her neck, rubbing it with her thumb and finger. Sitting down on the forest floor, she sighed, bittersweet memories of her time with Antasma coming back to mind.

Taking off her glasses,  She stared at her reflection in the lenses, before feeling a familiar presence and putting her glasses back on, stumbling back up to her feet. “An...Antasma..?”

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