Events: | Princess Senna
Princess Senna is the protagonist of TheRoyalArchitect's Mario fanfiction story, Subconscious. As a recent graduate from San Francisco State in Architecture and Civil Engineering, Senna takes up a construction job on Earth and is assigned to one of her first on-site jobs, to inspect a run-down custodial care facility. After finding a warp pipe disguised behind a bathroom wall, her intrigue lead her through it to the Mushroom World, where she stumbles across a forgotten island beyond Princess Peach's kingdom. There inhabit a community of the Koopa Kingdom's excommunicated minions, suffering mutations after a science experiment gone wrong in exchange for their freedom. After sparing her from a tribe of savage natives, the grand chieftain Muuhe gives her an ultimatum: "Prove your loyalty, or die". In a frenzy, Senna offers him her construction services--to reform his island and modernize it into a Kingdom. He agrees, and, impressed with her work, takes her under his wing as as one of three royal figureheads (dubbed Princess) for the network of islands they later conquer for the kingdom alongside now King Chief Muuhe and the King's hand--Champion Guiek, who is the heir apparent. Princess Senna belongs to TheRoyalArchitect
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GIFT ~ Princess Senna
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BIG BAD SENNA
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Feminine!Senna in Semi-Realism
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The Royal Architect Senna
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Super Mario Me Meme with Princess Senna (WIP)
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Senna's Landing -- Excerpt from Subconscious
~***~ The coolly humid mists of late morning had quickly drawn back in reflecting folds for the success of the hot daylight overhead, and, at its peak temperature, Senna had begun to feel her extended flight catching up with her. The clown ship’s design mechanics had demanded her regular finesse, and, combined with the burning ache of her upper back muscles with the cloudless heat that cohered to her exposed shoulders, there wasn’t more than a moment's pass that she was unaware of her body. For hours, there was nothing around to catch her eye except for the even rippling of the ocean surface and the tints and flashes from optical overstimulation. In the induction of her discomfort, it occurred to her that, despite the natural daylight, she could no longer keep a reliable track of time. She fancied an incredible notion that she was traveling on a stratum where the laws of physics were suspended—perhaps drowned in the vastness of the sea. It was all easier to con
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