#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!

@cosmcther sent: 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger .

WHAT EVENTS HAVE LEAD HER TO THIS MOMENT? Forced to flee in defense of another's life yet barely knowing them beyond the features of their visage. Peculiar a woman she was, this was still no place for a stranger to wander unprotected. As if trespassing on the cliffs near the old Island Guardian's stomping grounds was not enough to warrant Mari's attention, the roars of a monster attempting to establish its home here certainly was.

Here she was now. Having dragged this individual of admittedly higher-looking status out to the edge of an eerily familiar cliffside, having not realized exactly where this trail had lead. Through the pink, dusk sky, clouds have rolled in and the winds have turned the usually placid waves rough.

She turns, and finds them cornered. The brush rattles violently. Trees shake to their very foundations before they part, revealing a towering glavenus. Its mouth chokes with fire and cinders, and its glowing tail, whet by its own jaws, leaves a trail of smoke and fumes of heat trailing into the air.

The way they came was effectively blocked without the risk of ending up in a brute wyvern's fiery jaws. Mari glances over her shoulder briefly, looking over the cliff's edge. The sea is their only escape, but Mari knows full well that she'd drown if she jumped now.

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. )

    “ outer space... ” voice is a whisper, hushed, barely a breath. racked with awe, as her eyes drift across the sky. the light reflects off them, pooling and creating a shimmering effect that only served to accentuate her wonder.

    “ no one human has ever been up there... at least, where i come from. but it would seem that things aren’t so, here. ” again, she’s remarkably quiet, and her voice has an overwhelming earnest tone to it. true love for the planet and beyond.

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!! ❞

---- 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.

  Ah, Isle Delfino. The Plaza itself was just as beautiful as the rest of it, but Rock found himself gravitating to the beaches of it instead. Other than the occasional boat (and, of course, the Daisy Cruiser), the waters were calm, only ever interrupted by other tournament fighters or the occasional Pianta. Right?

  Well, there was... a new kind of interruption. It looked like a very small submarine was surfacing near the Plaza. It had a dog’s face on the front (don’t ask), and a small child in its sole seat. Rock didn’t expect to resurface near Rosalina, though, and it showed in his semi-frightened look at her from behind the glass of Rush Marine. Pausing, then pushing a button to roll back the glass dome over him, he finally spoke up.

Finding himself in anintergalactic clash was a struggle he’s no stranger too. Fight or fall by definition, had been the sole course for him to take, to rise above the horrors that lurked within this cosmic swell of potential and barrel right into the light filled worlds on the brink of being entirely eclipsed. Now days? A world already drawn into the chaotic state of rest known as ruin leaves horrors that hadn’t stopped taking their fill. In a more twisted fashion, these were cocoons in the process of nurturing Heartless that may easily be on par with their Realm of Darkness predecessors. A gut feeling tells him that’s far from the last of them too.

In short? Fighting hordes of these are not what the Gummi Ship is currently prepared for. It’s only thanks to the gained experience of it’s pilot that he’s not torn asunder, instead, now resting with a ship that’s scarred, scratched up and currently leaking hints of it’s fuel source. An eerie, nigh peaceful solitude manages to reverberate as the colossal hearts formed by the remnants of this world’s inhabitants found itself sailing through the spacial ether, naturally taking the charted course they believed in.

Inside of the ship, the one known as Sora had been no idle slacker. Miniature, harmless curses left him from the sheer luck that something like this happens when Donald and Goofy weren’t around to properly assist and get things back to the stable point. With the lack of particular resource to repair the healing component to the ship, a different route is taken, one that the spiky haired wielder was currently opening up a distress signal was sent out. Currently, nothing but static found itself buzzing in that same irritating way as it would on a TV screen, a sign that no such luck was being found so far.

”Hellooooooo! Anyone out there!? Kinda stuck in a bit of a pickle here!” ..In short? Saying this to an entirely blank screen feels silly. Though this moment right now was the best time as any. Long as those crystallized hearts remained, the power reading here would have to catch someone’s attention, at least, this was the gamble he’s pinning his hopes upon. His hands remained flat upon the communications panel, idly tugging pulling at a dial from time to time to switch up the frequency.

“Um-- There’s a reward of snacks from another world if you can help me out!”

As if that would ever work.