#Senshi probably doesn’t know much but is still supportive

[sorrbet]

Thinking about modern band Au Laios. I feel that Laios compared to the others like Falin and Marcille who I think would be in their own possibly with other members like Izutsumi. He’d be something like idk more on the lines of Liana Flores or Mitski in a sense having more lullaby type of singing preferring not to join Flain and Marcille as they’re the types to deal with large groups instead staying to his own playing the synth making music on his own in his dump of an apartment he and Falin live in while she goes to college or something.

Chilchuck would probably be in a similar vain as a half foot being more sensitive to loud noise so he probably while working with Laios one day hears him singing a soft melody and joins him as he at one point also did music in an underground group playing the acoustic guitar and electric guitar.

[grimm-writings]

HI IT'S EAVESDROP ANON YOU GAVE ME AN IDEA what if izutsumi and reader faced the succubi together, and izu sees that one of reader's succubi looks like chilchuck !! maybe she promises to keep it a secret, but also talks to reader about it? bonus points if izu and reader have a sort of unspoken mother/daughter relationship :')

to the grave

…ft! chilchuck x fem! reader, izutsumi & reader

…tags! headcanon format, slight suggestive points, motherly reader

…wc! 623

…notes! give it up for One Whole Request Complete omfg. sorry for how short it is eavesdrop anon it’s been a rough few weeks for me 🫶 this is absolutely not my best work, but i did what i could!

“Come on… I know you always thought about how I’d look underneath you.”

Hearing the words come from his mouth renders you still.  It’s his face, his voice, yet completely wrong.

You had thought he had somehow recovered and came back to help you, but of course it isn’t as easy as it appeared.

You’re lucky to have Izutsumi with you.  If it weren’t for her pushing you out of the way to claw at the succubus, you probably would have dropped all pretence and leaned down to where you had Chilchuck – or the succubus, rather – pinned to the floor to kiss.

Still, you can’t miss the look of absolute disbelief she gives you.

Silence fills the air as the succubus is reduced to nothing more than slob on the floor.  You refuse to look at what, to you, is eerily similar to Chilchuck’s visage.  Disturbingly so.  For just a second, you consider reaching out to it (him?) again.  However, Izutsumi is quick to swat you away. “Hey, we have a mob incoming,” she tells you.  You are about to retort, interrogating if she even felt remorse for hurting someone that looks like your ally, but Izutsumi’s quick to interrupt.  “We’ll discuss this later.” She leaves your side.  Preparing your weapon with a deep breath, you prepare to fight off the waves of succubi ahead.

It’s only when you and Izutsumi assemble all the bodies of your allies does she finally speak up.

She really isn’t interested in the ‘hot gossip’ like Marcille would be.  In her own rough way, Izutsumi is more just expressing worry for you.

She doesn’t overall react to the fact it’s Chilchuck that you saw.  It was just sort of an “Oh!” before she remembered that this succubus will steal your life force.

“So, you just wanted to protect me?” At your conclusion, Izutsumi growls.  She faces away from you as she drags over a succubus to drain into Senshi’s pot. “When you put it like that,” she grumbles, “it makes it sound all virtuous and sappy.” You laugh, reaching over to pat Izutsumi’s head.  “I appreciate it very much, thank you Izutsumi.” Maybe it’s the fact she just had to confront this ‘mother’ the succubi took the form of, but the cat girl feels at ease when you show affection to her.  She sighs, giving up on the argument quicker than she normally would.

That is to say… she wouldn’t not tease you.

She’d hand you some of the milk, poured into a bowl.  “Here, for Chilchuck.”

Your face contorts in confusion.  “Why me?”

“So you can get all close and intimate and stuff.”

“Izutsumi.”

She wants to support you both!  She just… doesn’t really care.

The party has woken up, and by now Marcille has spoken up, “what were your succubi like?  Laios?  Oh, what about yours?” She turns to you, her green eyes glimmering with curiosity.  Cheeks and tip of her ears flushed, it’s hard to miss what exactly she’s on about. You sheepishly laugh anyway, your mind recalling the lowered eyelids, the words spoken to you by the succubus.  “I don’t know if I…” “Hey, don’t pressure her to say things like that.” Chilchuck’s voice cuts through the air, and makes you jump.  He’s at your side, shooing Marcille away.  “That stuff’s usually private for a reason.  If she wants to say, she will.” It doesn’t go unnoticed how Chilchuck doesn’t say a word when Marcille instead asks Laios for details on his succubus, though. Though you should be glad Izutsumi isn’t awake to see this.  If she was, she’d be rolling her eyes and bemoaning how nauseating the pining was to herself.  So, maybe taking things to the grave is for the better.

[sleepymoha]

Chilshi death headcannons? Mainly with Senshi’s reaction and coping mechanisms after?

Hmm death headcanons…

Well for starters, we all know by now that Chilchuck is terrible when it comes to expressing and communicating his emotions, but he does exchange letters with Flertom from time to time. I don’t really think this aspect of his character would change after getting together with Senshi, and I think it would be nice of him to ask Marcille to give some of his pre-written letters to Senshi every few years or so.

And well… I honestly don’t really think Senshi would cope particularly well with Chilchuck’s passing, at least in the first few years. He is no stranger to tragedy, but Chilchuck being all old and sickly could remind him of his parents in a way, bedridden and weak and all. But, just like when he was a child, he has a fairly decent sized support group by his side, ready to step in and help out a grieving friend in need.

I think he’d be a honorary member of the small half-foot community on the Island, and an active one at that, especially after Chilchuck’s passing. Having learned and getting first-hand experience of what a half-foot can go through in life thanks to Chilchuck, he’d probably find closure and comfort in trying to make other half-foots’ lives easier.

Lots of ups and downs, good days being washed away by bad ones, seeing Chilchuck’s favorite mug making him smile one day, then pushing him into a deep depression the next. Still, once being offered to move into the castle, or just away from their shared home, he’d adamantly say no. That home is the proof of their love, their past, a life they built together, how could he disrespect it by rejecting it.

I don’t think he’d regret their love, he’d never do that, he’d just mourn the fact they were only given such a short while to spend together.

Despite Chilchuck only being part of his life for such a short while, I think he’d try to live life to the fullest, living for the both of them in a way. Going on adventures to see beautiful places, places they never got to see together because Chilchuck was too busy at his locksmith shop, spending more time with their loved ones - especially after getting reminded once again just how quickly short-lived races’ lives can fly past. He would go on long hikes, discover dungeons when life becomes too mundane to his taste, but he’d never stay away from their home for too long.

I honestly don’t really think he would visit Chilchuck’s grave all too often, but he would probably carry something of Chilchuck’s with him, the way he does with Grillin’s helmet. Maybe Chilchuck’s lockpick tools? They’re small, compact, and full of memories, and despite being in fairly decent shape - he tries to maintain them regularly, even though it isn’t his strongest suit - he’d never dare to use them, in fear of breaking them.

I don’t think his grieving process could turn violent, he respects the order of life too much to do something he might regret later. He has accepted this outcome of Chilchuck dying and him staying for a bit longer when they started their relationship, but it doesn’t mean he was ready to actually experience being alone so soon. Still, living a life full of regrets isn’t a tale worth telling once they reunite, so he aims to live life to the fullest.

[unkat]

Somewhere Down the Line (We won't be Alone)

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Chilchuck and Laios teleport back to spawn and make their way towards the guildhall to meet up with Senshi somewhere “more atmospheric for cooking than at spawn.” Even caring a little less about the roleplaying aspect, Chilchuck can appreciate the appeal. There is a bar and kitchen built into the guildhall, every piece of decor purchased with crystals saved from monthly subscriptions and major events. The central room also houses trophies from some of their most grueling raids, Chilchuck forever proud of the jagged black wings with an animation like embers of a fire from beating Asmodeus during the Apocalyptic event, their guild being only one of few to boast such a feat.

Senshi’s avatar is doing a dancing emote in place when they arrive, Izutsumi’s catgirl sitting in her idle AFK animation curled up on a chair. “He’s still active at least,” Laios remarks into the voicecall, the sound of his keyboard clacks echoing into Chilchuck’s headset before the message sends into the chat. 

>>LaiosTouden: Hey, @SenshiOfIzganda and @IZUTSUMI, we’ve returned from the hunt with ingredients.

Senshi continues his dance as Izutsumi’s character exits from sleep and idles instead. 

>>IZUTSUMI: Took you long enough

>>IZUTSUMI: Senshi’s looking at some yeast cultures

>>LaiosTouden: Really? I thought he didn’t have to start prep for another hour.

>>IZUTSUMI: It’s for sourdough. You use the same starter culture for every batch.

“Senshi’s talking to her about baking, huh?” Chilchuck remarks, only the sound of keyboard clacks as text appears on screen.

>>LaiosTouden: Cool, did he say how long it would be?

Message sent, Laios sighs into the mic, “Yeah, I’m surprised she’s interested she doesn’t act like she’s interested in much of anything.”

Chilchuck snorts into his mic, “You thinking of waiting around for him? I can get some wood and make a chest if you need.”

>>IZUTSUMI: Not long

“That’s okay,” Laios replies out loud, his character going into a combat flourish emote, as a counterpoint to Senshi’s dancing, “It doesn’t sound like it’ll be long. I’m volunteering tomorrow afternoon, so I can sleep in.”

Chilchuck directs his character to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. “Volunteering? I didn’t know you volunteered anywhere.”

“I do! Have for a while, actually! Before going back to school.” His chair creaks as he leans back and stretches with a grunt, “I work with a wildlife sanctuary north of the university, I think this is my third year volunteering? But now that I’m in the vet tech program, some of it counts as exposure working with animals, when I’m doing that.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Chilchuck replies, shifting into another tab to play minesweeper. “When you’re doing what?”

“When I first started, I did a lot of busy-work, like mowing the lawn, putting stuff back in the gift shop, printing pamphlets, stuff like that.” Chilchuck can hear that he has opened a drawer somewhere, probably wandering around his room. “But now I help check in new patients and feed the animals. They have wolves there, most of them hybrid wolfdogs surrendered by their owners, and I get to feed and play with them now.

Now he’s curious, and Chilchuck tabs out of his minesweeper game, letting the time tick up, as he opens internet explorer and navigates to Google, looking up “North Carolina Wildlife Sanctuary,” glancing around at the ones he sees and their proximity to where he knows Marcille works through the new maps feature. There’s very few listed, but he’s able to find only a stub labeling “Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation” within twenty miles of a community college. He looks it up in a new window and finds that they have a webpage with a forest green background and text that doesn’t resize automatically, making him stretch the browser window to see it correctly. “You want to work with wolves when you have your degree?” he asks, scrolling down the page’s comic sans introduction to see cute pictures of animals, the gift shop, and staff.

“I would like it, but it wasn’t what I thought I would be doing, not as a career.” Laios remarks, the squeak of the chair announcing his return to the computer desk. “There’s a lot of exotic pets like reptiles and birds, it would still have a full-time clinic and not rely only on donations as much. Most of the actual vets at the sanctuary are doing it on donation or for a really reduced rate when they aren’t at their own clinics, so I’d probably be doing that too.”

Chilchuck clicks on the “Tours” tab of the page. Images of school-aged children listening to an older woman wearing the refuge’s khaki uniform while a younger man stands by holding a snake around his shoulders, resting on his arm. “Reptiles, like snakes?”

“Yeah! The refuge has a few resident snakes, some from the wild who can’t be reintroduced for health reasons, and some that were pets who we can’t introduce into the environment. There’s this one milk snake that’s really chill, kids love her. Oh, Senshi’s back.”

Laios turns back to hammering away on his keyboard as Chilchuck stays tabbed out, continuing to look at the website. “Do you ever work with kids? Or just the animals?”

Laios grunts in acknowledgment, and there are the pinging sounds of items and messages being exchanged from the other tab. “I don’t talk with people very much, but I carry the animals for visitors to take pictures with them or pet them.”

There’s a picture of that same man crouching on the ground next to a squeamish child, who is petting the scales of the snake and forcibly smiling up at the camera. There’s no way, Chilchuck decides, looking at the proud smile of the man in the photo, young and fit and handsome, someone who would never spend all his evenings playing a niche MMO optimizing his character every night.

He keeps scrolling. 

There’s the special notification of a ping, and he pops back into the Dungeon Delver’s window. Senshi sent a message, >>Thank you @LaiosTouden and @cctims for all your help getting these ingredients! I will cook these into a delicious meal, and you’re all invited to enjoy it when it is completed! Perhaps on our adventures tomorrow?

He quickly starts to reply, knocking his character out of it’s AFK animation. >>Sounds good, Let us know if there’s any other supplies you need, chef.

Senshi makes a smiling and laughing animation in response, then a thumbs up. Chilchuck types in the /wave command, giving a quick texted goodbye before logging off from the program, but not the voice call. “You like kids?”

Laios laughs, forced and awkward, “They don’t always like me. I think it depends on if they like the animals or not.”

“That’s pretty normal, for kids.” Chilchuck relaxes into his chair, “Sometimes it isn’t anything you’re doing, they got spooked by something they saw on tv, or because they’re tired and hungry.”

There is the loud typing noise from Laios’ mic as it takes him a minute to reply, “Yeah? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, of course.” Chilchuck replies, glancing back at the minesweeper.

“You seem to know a lot about them,” Laios trails off at the end, typing furiously. Chilchuck furrows his brows, “Who are you talking to, Senshi still?”

“No, Marcille logged on. She’s asking me about some rp stuff. Trying to plan a time where we’ll both be online at the same time as Falin.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the plan?”

“Just tomorrow afternoon before the raid. It’s mostly for Falin and Marcille anyways, so I could hang out in voice call if you aren’t busy?”

“Sounds good.” Chilchuck murmurs and clicks on a square, grimacing as the yellow smiling face on the top of the screen turns to a frown and its eyes turn to X’s, a mine beneath his pointer. “You know, you can have your own rps, right? It doesn’t have to always be following your sister and her girlfriend.”

“I know,” Laios types a little more, “But I don’t mind, as long as everyone’s having fun.”

Chilchuck smiles, “That is the most important part.”

“What about you? You don’t do a lot of roleplay. Want to do something together sometime?”

“Us? What would we even do?” Chilchuck breathes a little laugh through his nose.

“Well, we do a lot of these hunts together, we can talk about that? Explore Laios and Chilchuck’s backstories a little?” His voice grows more stilted and awkward the more he talks, Chilchuck waiting for him to finish.

Chilchuck clicks to restart the level, reverting the emoticon back to its original cheerful state, “Sure, why not. We can always give it a try. They’re friends, in roleplay.”

“Yeah, it only makes sense they would hang out together too.” The chair creaks from Laios’ mic. “So, what about you? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, I do.” He doesn’t know why he keeps talking. “I have a few of my own.”

“Oh.” Laios replies in a way that lilts upwards in the middle, like he’s surprised, judging, or. Who knows. Chilchuck jumps on it, “What, is that a surprise to you?”

“A surprise? Maybe? No? I mean, I didn’t know anything, but a lot of people have kids…”

“I don’t think any of us are like a lot of people.” Chilchuck flushes and turns back to the webpage. “I never said anything about it before.”

“But you were friends with Marcille before, and she and Senshi knew you for years.” Laios nonchalantly lays out, “And I know Marcille isn’t a college student. How many kids do you have?”

Chilchuck scrolls down the webpage to a picture of an older woman standing with the wolves. “Three, all girls.”

“All girls?” Laios sounds disbelieving.

Chilchuck grimaces, “Did I stutter? Don’t get any ideas, they’re all too young for you.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t thinking that,” Laios begins to talk more quickly, “It’s just nice to hear you talk about yourself.”

“Talk about myself? Those are my kids, not me.” Chilchuck replies, jumping to the review page. 

Laios is silent as he clicks around his PC. “Are you married?”

Chilchuck sucks in a breath through his teeth, “Separated, but it’s a mutual thing.” It isn’t quite the truth, but he’s not ready to go there. There is still a raw edge from no longer walking in the door of his house to the sound of the rest of his family getting ready for bed, a plate covered in plastic wrap waiting for him to eat in front of the TV. And the bite of unfinished paperwork, arguing through the phone with a lawyer instead of his wife, leaves him in a bad mood even now. “What about you? I’ve never heard you say anything about kids or girlfriends.”

“I don’t have either of those,” Laios replies, “I’m not really looking for a girlfriend, or having any kids.”

“Yeah, you’re in school, that’s too young to have any kids if you ask me. Good for you to focus on your education.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to have a girlfriend, honestly.” Laios chuckles awkwardly. “Do you think the Demon’s Blade would work well with the Hellfire plate? Or would the speed boost from having the whole set and weapon be better than the increased crit chance?”

“You should be critfishing, with your build.” Chilchuck grumbles, “Attack speed is good, but consistently hitting that higher damage will be better for your comp. Toss it in Marcille’s spreadsheet and look at the damage per minute and not just the average per attack, to make sure.”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” 

“Now, what makes you think you’re never going to get a girlfriend?” Chilchuck teases, “There’s someone out there for everyone, I’m sure at least a few female characters have nice girls behind them, or veterinarians or something.”

Laios laughs even more awkwardly, almost scarily. “Yeah, I’m sure. It just isn’t for me.”

“What, girls?”

A moment passes in silence, and then another. Chilchuck scratches the side of his nose, thinking fast, “You know, my daughter had a girlfriend for a while, it’s not a big deal if you like guys too. Probably increases your chances of finding someone online, that’s for sure.”

Laios’ voice drops some of the fake cheerfulness that had been creeping through the last half of the conversation, and he sighs deeply before responding more authentically. “That would be nice.”

“So, no boyfriend either?”

“Nope, I have been focused on school and the sanctuary more, when I’m not gaming.”

“About that,” Chilchuck probes, clicking back to the outreach page, “Are you okay with telling me where it is?”

“What, where I work? Sure! They actually have a youtube channel, it’s a video platform. I can send you the link.”

That’s more than Chilchuck could have dreamed of. “Sure, let’s see it.”

The whoosh of a new chat message rattles through his headphones and he clicks on the link, finding it leading to a channel with the same Roanoke name as the webpage he had found earlier. There’s only three videos uploaded, a seven minute introduction video, and two with different animals in the thumbnail. He clicks on the introduction, halfheartedly watching the video recorded from a digital camera with a voiceover so much louder than the rest of the audio that it was distracting. “This is pretty official, having videos and a website.”

“I think it’s good, for educational purposes.” Laios’ chair creaks again, “I keep getting questions about pet snakes, so I thought it would be a good idea to have just some basics of snake care, and I know my boss is working on a wolf video soon.”

Immediately Chilchuck exits the introduction, mid-pan over the gift shop, and clicks on one of the other animal videos. A teal introduction frame with words in white font reading “Eastern Milk Snake” stays on screen for just a moment too long before fading into a video of the guy who was only a still image before. He opens his mouth and Chilchuck feels his stomach drop out, “Hi, uh, my name is Larry and I am a volunteer with the Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation, and this is one of our residents, Mimi the milk snake!”

He continues to watch as Laios talks about snake care, the awkwardness fading as he gets more focused on describing Mimi’s diet and care. He’s hot. And he’s gay. Chilchuck had never felt uncomfortable with the idea of not being straight, he grew up watching pride parades and getting into fistfights when homophobes got too bold with his friends in high school, but he was dating his girlfriend, who then became his wife, and never questioned anything about himself seriously.

What is he thinking? Chilchuck settles back to watch, listening to Laios talk in one ear about Marcille’s spreadsheet and snake enclosures in the other. Laios is in school, barely older than his own kids. Besides, just because they spend time together and he fits the demographics of what Laios (or Larry?) says he likes doesn’t mean Laios is attracted to him. He’s not going to make that mistake of assuming every gay guy wants to fuck him.

“--But, it’s possible that paired with the Star’s Knight shield, I would have the increased defense without sacrificing speed.”

Chilchuck blinks, tuning back in, “Mhm, you aren’t a tank but you get hit sometimes.”

“That’s what I was thinking too. I think I can tailor the build depending on how much defense I need to survive being targeted between heal refreshes.”

“It’s a good plan, maybe you could get Marcille or your sister to make a spreadsheet for boss damage and healers.”

“Maybe, once they’re done with finals, we’ve definitely almost wiped from people forgetting that they couldn’t take one more hit.” Laios pauses. “Did you watch anything?”

“Not yet,” Chilchuck lies, “I’ll take a look after the call, it’s hard to listen to you and a video at the same time.”

”Okay! Let me know which ones you watch! It counts as community engagement.”

“Of course,” Chilchuck smiles against his better judgment. “You have any homework left? I remember you complaining about that essay-“

“-the one about legal issues with pet ownership, yeah.” He sighs. “I looked up some stuff. I get why they want us to do it, but it’s hard to read. I have tomorrow to work on it.”

Chilchuck is already scrolling through a page on the exotic pet market. “Come on, there’s nothing at least a little interesting about it.”

“It’s not that it isn’t interesting, honestly,” Laios comments ruefully, “It’s less fun thinking about how everything can go badly instead of making things better. But, I need to get six “writing course” credits and three for philosophy and ethics. Maybe I should have done creative writing and then taken a separate class for the philosophy and ethics stuff.”

“Maybe, but once you’ve finished this class, you don’t have to worry about it again, that seems nice.”

“Yeah,” Laios laughs, and it is sweet and addicting, making Chilchuck not want to do what he’s about to do next. 

“You should take a look into it. I have to go pick up some groceries.” Yeah, some beer and cigarettes from the gas station, and a highly processed snack for tomorrow at work. “Maybe you can tell me about it, later?”

“Are you trying to talk me into doing my essay?” Laios asks, almost incredulous.

Chilchuck leans back in his chair, “Depends on if it’s working.” There is a flirtatious pause that Chilchuck quickly fills with gruff excuses, “I do want to hear what you find, it sounds neat. And, it’s not as late for me as it is for you, so…”

They never hang out without discussing Dungeon Delver quests and goals first, so the offer is definitely not normal. Honestly, Chilchuck doesn’t even care that much about pet ownership, but he does care about Laios. The other man seems to be aware of the abnormality of this conversation, the promise of Chilchuck’s company, a potent carrot on a stick, more than Chilchuck realizes.

“It’s working. Yeah. Uhm, do you want me to message you in a few hours?” Laios asks, cautiously.

“Sure, that works with me.”

“Okay.”

“Yep.”

Neither of them hang up, even when the signs are all pointing to the end of the conversation.

“Okay, talk to you soon, Chil,” Laios replies, breathing into his mic again, “Good luck with the shopping.”

“Hahaha, it’ll all be fine, Laios.” Chilchuck replies, mouse hovering over the disconnect button on his screen, “See you.”

He clicks.

—--Mature content (BDSM, long distance relationship, daddy kink)

They’ve only put a label on what they share a couple of months ago, but it hadn’t been a secret how much time and attention they gave each other since meeting last year. 

What may have been more secret was how much deeper their relationship had gone beyond chaste in-game roleplay. How long they had danced right up to the edge of admitting their feelings, and then jerked off in private. How they frequently left the group teamspeak channels just to hop onto a private skype call. How willing they both were to make new characters that quickly devolved into avatars for their emotional and physical desires, before finally questioning the nature of their relationship.

When the episode ends, Laios is too busy touching himself to start another one. Chilchuck grins, the sounds piped into his ears have the shaky hisses from each too fast exhale whistling past the mic, while soft whines and hitches in his breath sound more muffled. Chilchuck traces his fingertips around the underside of his own cock, wanting this to last. "Are you hiding, pup?" He teases, letting his voice stay low, as the breathiness in his relaxed tone makes Laios whine nasally. "C'mon, I want to hear you, baby. Do you feel good?"

"Mhm," Laios doesn’t even open his mouth to reply, the response high-pitched and strained.

Chilchuck looks at the clock. They’ve spent ten minutes on this edge alone, the sweet torment starting at the beginning of the night, when Laios was still expecting just to rewatch his favorite show with Chilchuck. He takes on a firmer tone, "Louder, kid, full sentences."

Laios whines out loud, gasping for air; Chilchuck wraps his fingers around his cock in response, waiting.

"Y-yeah, daddy, I feel good." His voice is haggard and wet. "Please, Chil."

Chilchuck feels a pang of arousal shoot down to his groin. "Please what Laios?"

His partner on the other end of the line makes a frustrated growl as he struggles for words, "Please, touch me sir," and the next time he whines, it is open-mouthed, not competing as much with the breaths into the mic to be heard. "I need it."

As Laios struggles, Chilchuck begins to stroke himself at earnest again, "I know you do baby. Hands off."

There is a growl that falls into a hiss that grates through his headphones in the best way, and Chilchuck can't hold back a low laugh, the growl turning back to a pleading whine in response. Chilchuck's head feels fuzzy and heart aching. "You know what i'd do if I were there, puppy?"

Laios makes a bewildered whine, moments of silence passing before he replies, "...not touch me?"

There’s a bead of precum that Chilchuck swipes at with his thumb, adding to the slick slide of his hand against his cock. "Nah, I'd touch you, but you'd have to help me." He pauses to moan, putting on an easy show, "I'd make you spit on your own dick, so I wouldn't have to stop and get more lube."

Laios inhales sharply. Chilchuck presses, "Can you do that for me, baby boy?"

The mic is pushed away, Chilchuck holds his breath, receiving a shaking "Yessir," when Laios brings the mouthpiece back towards his lips. Chilchuck inhales and strokes faster, "You can touch yourself again, rub your palm against the head once it’s nice and slick, pretend it's me."

There is the squeak of the computer chair as Laios audibly jerks in his chair at the touch. Chilchuck shuts his eyes, imagining him fighting not to thrust into his own palm, teasing himself even more than usual, because that's what his daddy would want, nearly out of his mind with it. He wants to touch and look and tease so badly it hurts. "Good, good boy, so good for me."

Laios is whimpering into his ear, the sound so sexy that Chilchuck has to slow down before he blows his load early, "Good for you, please daddy, I'm so close-" he cuts himself off with a shuddering breath.

Chilchuck stretches in his seat as he speeds back up. "You gonna come for me?"

"Can I?" He's pleading.

But Chilchuck is still having fun, the clock not quite hitting ten. "I don't know, can you?"

"...May I come? Daddy."

"Hold it, give me one more minute. Stroke yourself."

The whines and words blend together in a continuous groan as Laios obeys. Chilchuck peeks at the arms on the clock as the second hand ticks down. "Thirty seconds left, pup. Are you close?"

"YES!" Laios cries out, exasperation seeping through the tears pricking his eyes.

"Good." Chilchuck glances at the clock again. "Ten. Nine...." He speeds up his own strokes, aiming to meet Laios at the end, "...Five. Four. Three."

He pauses, just to hear the growl forcing itself between clenched teeth from Laios’ side of the call, "Alright, pup, Two. One. Come for me."

He fucks his own fist to completion listening to Laios' ecstasy.

After they've already disconnected for the night, Chilchuck hears the ping of a new message, only a heart with a .jpg file attached. He jumps on the keyboard, You had better be studying or sleeping in this, it's past one am kid, getting no response. His ears burn as he renames and saves the fuzzy picture of a flushed torso, one hand smearing cum into its abs above a dick softening against its thigh, to a file within a file, Laios forgiven and forgotten (as always).

[animecreator3000]

About the Boueibu iceberg

@delphoxqueen asked me to explain about my list for the iceberg so here it is. I might update this from time to time with links and stuff if I stumble across the original posts. This is all from what I know so feel free to add new info. Also, spoiler warning for RobiHachi and the Boueibu manga and novels. (This is like a masterpost it’s very long)

1. There’s a theory in tumblr about which decade the series is set in, using data like the friday the 13th calendar in s2 ep11. In HK we got a second number for when the next monthly Pretty Boy Contest was happening and using the one from Love it was theorized that around a decade had passed since then, which ended up being true.

2. The stage play had a few original songs and characters exclusive to it so unless you watched the full performance, you probably weren’t able to witness all of them. One of the characters is called “Robato Deniro”, as romanized in the stage play booklet I own.

3. The nurse and the cafeteria staff from the s1 mobile game appear in the background in around the first half of s2 ep3.

4. S2 had an unfinished manga that was only available online and was never released on physical format; it was centered around the defense club and sometimes the conquest club and Beppu brothers. All that’s left from what I know are the scans linked on magicalgirlsandcerulean’s blog.

5. This isn’t that obscure because it’s talked about in the anime, but I’m mentioning it because I think many people dropped it before the ova, where right at the beginning it is revealed that the alien that resucitated Mr. Tawarayama twice was, as described by Io, a “mulberry-colored naked mole rat-looking thing”, and was nicknamed “Moley-san” by Yumoto. At least in the anime, we had never heard before of who this was and it never appeared on screen nor was mentioned again.

6. In HK ep8, Karurusu promises the knights to grant a wish if they show him how earthlings spend summer. Kyoutarou reveals at the end of the episode that he wished that summer lasted one more day so he could spend it doing nothing, which prompts Ichiro to theorize that it’s the 32nd of august, and the next day is the second 1st of september.

7. The stage play was was held from march 10th to 13rd, of which the latter is Ryuu’s birthday. There’s an additional recording of a small celebration with cake focused on Ryuu and Io.

8. Atsushi mentions his older sister in the flashback at the beginning of s1 ep4, but she never appears or is mentioned again.

9. There’s a few posts on tumblr theorizing about what happened to the Hakone parents since Yumoto only says in s2 ep3 that according to Gora, “they are busy with their hot springs tour”. En mentions that it’s a bit suspicious, but it’s all the information we have from the anime. Posts talk about the parents perhaps passing away from an accident or an illness, thus the reason why Gora was so worried about Yumoto’s cold in s1 ep10, but from another post I think it’s implied in the second novel that they actually left their home when Yumoto was still a toddler.

10. It’s no secret that the surnames of the characters are all real onsens in Japan that even the seiyuus have visited, but apparently the Arima onsen has two different kinds of water, “kinsen (gold hot spring)” and “ginsen (silver hot spring)”, with different properties each, and the Kusatsu onsen water also has certain properties, both that were used to build the characters. Additionally, Ryuu’s favorite food are Sato Nishiki cherries, which are grown in the same prefecture, Yamagata, as his onsen, Zaou.

11. The press club lose relevance after s1, with only Kinosaki and Tazawa reappearing briefly in s2 ep2 to interview the Beppu twins after they arrive at the school. Tazawa doesn’t even have lines. Hireashi is mentioned by Zundar in ep11.

12. What the heck

13. Exclusively in the manga we see that Arima met Kinshiro and Atsushi when they were little and they were good friends, but when they met again as adults, Kinshiro seemingly didn’t remember Arima. Atsushi, however, stated that Kinshiro’s talent is remembering people’s faces and names, so Arima wonders if he’s just trying to distance himself from him. He also explains to Akoya that he follows Kinshiro and obeys him because as a child, he was fascinated by his radiant smile. This is never talked about in the anime.

14. Like the previous point, the anime never shows Akoya being bullied, at most just a slight dislike of his full name, but the manga shows that he was made fun of for it and how he actually hates his surname, to the point of introducing himself formally to the president and vicepresident of the student council as “Holy Angel Akoya”.

15, 16, 17, 19. Batonama lives were the livestreams done through the franchise by the defense club seiyuus on youtube and niconico. They’re all on youtube, without any kind of translation.

Love-ko is a girl with a shell bikini drawn on a piece of cardboard that was used as a girlfriend in the Batonama Love! lives, acted by the seiyuus themselves.

RobiHachi has one episode full of official Boueibu artwork and a parody of the series too, a Love-ko doll appears, and Wombat appears as well, named “The Don”. It received an english dub, so for a bit, people were excited that Wombat was going to speak in english too. Also, various mechas appear in both Boueibu and RobiHachi.

18. The director of Fairy Ranmaru (Masakazu Hishida if I’m not wrong) revealed in an interview that he was inspired by Boueibu and aimed to make a show like that.

20, 21. The website super-groupies.com has results for defense and conquest club lingerie sets, dc and VEPPer tote bags, the Beppus’ scarf rings, dc bath sets and the pumps magicalgirlsandcerulean mentioned. I’ve found the s1 Loveracelets and Caerula Adamas’ ring on different sites, the True Loveracelets on TheChara’s twitter and the Happybraces (apparently called “Hapibure”) on broccoli.co.jp but I’m not sure where exactly they were all announced and sold, so I’ll just drop that.

22, 33. Boueibu was originally pretty much a copy of Sailor Moon, I think they were all going to be called “Lackluster Moon” and that stuff and be literally Sailor Moon genderbent. They were all different from color palettes to physical features (except Yumoto’s), and Ryuu was a shota, even smaller than Yumoto. Their names were also very reminiscent of the five Sailor Senshis’. Even if they made it more original, the show is still clearly inspired by Sailor Moon (just look at Caerula Adamas lol) and Pretty Cure. It has also referenced, very blatantly, animes like Doraemon, Detective Conan, Aikatsu and even Vocaloid, when Kyoutarou tries to guess what Karurusu is saying with ““Just Google It, Asshole”?” in ep1.

23. Wombat’s real name and the name of his planet sound like gibberish to the earthlings and ends up being named after the Earth animal, but Zundar, Dadacha, Karurusu and Furanui all have original names. And I think Hireashi means “goldfish”?

24. If you google “zundar technology”, it’s actually a company in Shanghai, China. Aren’t Wombat and Zundar always talking about “advanced alien technology”?

25. Zundar and Dadacha are siblings, so are Karurusu and Furanui, and so are their father King Kamopapa and their uncle minister Wao, but neither are the same species and, except the first two, not even the same color. But they are supposedly related because they share birthmarks or something like that...

26. Everyone who’s in this fandom knows about the pixel blur and voice pitch censor from s1, but I’ve added it anyway because it’s so rare for mahou shoujo and shounen animes to explain why the heroes aren’t recognized when transformed.

27. A good while of s2 ep11 is spent discussing Zundar’s ex-wife and his problems to give child support. Naturally, he gets mad at this.

28. “Money doesn’t betray” (s1 ep6) and “The despair hidden behind your smile that comes from not being understood” (s3 ep11) are sentences that came out of nowhere and implied that the people they were said by (Io) or about (Taiju) respectively had some kind of angst going on but were never explained at all. They’re famous for just that.

29. The Beppu twins’ house in Andromeda shown in flashbacks had strange green circles that apparently are from another anime I don’t know but honestly I didn’t get it very well... It was revealed on a tweet from Takamatsu.

30. Alien language mostly appeared in s2 due to the many flashbacks of Aki and Haru in Andromeda, but in Boueibu s1, it appears on the Zundar Needle before it is shot on the human. It appears a lot through RobiHachi as well, due to being a story about travelling through space. There might be an alphabetical chart somewhere, but I can’t assure it exists, I might even have dreamed it.

31. Hikaru Midorikawa as the melon monster, Kousuke Toriumi as the bishounen monster, Yoshitsugu Matsuoka as the kotatsu and panda monsters and Takuya Eguchi as the remote controller monster in s1 and 2, before going on to voice the main cast in HK. Keisuke Koumoto voiced Hatchi Kita in RobiHachi as well as Akihiko in Boueibu, and the characters look similar.

A new addition is that so far Boueibu is the only anime I’ve seen where children weren’t voiced by female seiyuus, but by actual children. Personally, it’s charming and makes it so much more realistic, specifically since no women appear in the franchise at all either (not counting Protag-chan in the game).

32. Speaking of seiyuus, Can I Destroy The Earth? had a dub shown in ep11/12 (?) that made Gora the villain that wanted Earth to stay the same and not progress, against the monsters that supposedly wanted to bring good things to earthlings. Aki and Haru quickly dismissed this dub as fake. (I made a mistake in the title in the previous post btw)

34. As seen in the glossary in the Boueibu Mook (I think, but might not be the mook), Caerula Adamas’ speeches are based on an old japanese detergent commercial that went “Gold, silver, pearl, gift”.

35. In the manga there’s a short parody of the first chapter of Sailor Moon with “Pretty Boy Guardian Gakuran Akoya”. The conquest club manga was released before the anime, so I remember reading somewhere that a fake website appeared for the Gakuran Akoya manga, before turning into the conquest club manga website in the day of its release.

36. Cgi was used a few times in the anime: s2 ep10 for a short sequence of the defense club on a rollercoaster and the carousel monster, ep11 for a cenital shot of the Battle Lovers singing, and HK ep12 for the Honyalaland soldiers and the Wao mecha.

37. The toothbrush incident in s1 ep7. (It’s definitely well-known but it’s so weird lol)

38. “We hope we can see each other again someday!” Something along those lines was the last text to appear in the last episode of HK, implying a s2. We all know how that went.

[docholligay]

One of the major drivers of these four episodes is Ami’s descent into evil, and I think it MIGHT be my favorite arc of the whole thing, for two reasons: It allows a really negative thing to ride out more than one episode (We don’t even finish it in these four) and it make Ami interesting in a way that she really never is to me. 

While technically you could have this happening to any of the supporting Senshi, I think it’s impact would be drastically reduced for anyone but Ami. Mina is basically a force unto herself at this point, and while the whole idea of ~the princess has been turned evil~ could be fun, she’s not close enough to any of them --with the possible exception of Rei and even then they’re still working out that whole hate to love thing--for it to have the emotional impact. Rei is a grumpy gus with an axe to grind against THE ENTIRE WORLD and she and Usagi don’t have near the relationship that they do in the anime, so the idea of her going rogue lacks punch. Mako is nice and all, but it would be pretty easy for me to see her taking that hatred of Tuxedo Mask, which I love, and being flipped based on the idea that she’s “helping” (which I like in and of itself, but also, Mako is the least developed of the five girls in PGSM, and so we aren’t as engaged with her as the others. 

But Ami? We know that Ami really never had a friend before Usagi, not one she thought she could trust, and we’ve seen how jealous and invested in Usagi she is. Out of all the girls, the idea that she might go after Usagi is the most shocking. It also helps that her personality supports none of this: She’s meek, she’s shy, she lacks a backbone most of the time. And full kudos to the actress playing her, and I’ll get into that more later in post, she totally plays Ami and Darkury totally differently, down to facial expressions, movement, tone of voice, even when she’s dressed up as “Ami” the effect is completely different. 

But how did we get here? How did arguably the most faithful senshi to Usagi PERSONALLY (vs Sailor Moon/Princess) come to long for her destruction? Kunzite’s mind control is obviously an agent here, but I think there’s also an undertone of Usagi’s failure to appreciate Ami for her contributions. 

Over the past few episodes, and well on into these ones, we’ve seen Usagi sulking over Mamoru Chiba and her fucking shocking desire (seriously, how did all the inners get such great characterization and Mamoru is wallpaper paste? It’s so disappointing, especially since the sentient gay rocks are so good in this) to be with him. To the point that it becomes all consuming. Ami has been so ill that she’s not at school, and it seems like the only one who’s noticed is Mako. 

We know that AMi’s mother is never around, but that’s not really brought to bear in the anime. It simply exists as a convenient excuse, like most of the absent families in Sailor Moon, to have the Senshi swear immediate fealty to Usagi without caring about their families. PGSM is unique in this regard, that it actually wrangles with these ideas. Ami is a lonely enough kid that she’s literally passed out on her bed when Mako comes to get her, and literally no one has so much as called to come and check on her. Not her mother, and certainly not Usagi, who is, might I add, literally pouting under the covers in her room over Mamoru: 

So Mako comes over and makes her eat and there’s a miraculous recovery: 

It’s tempting to say that the Evil Inside is the source of this remarkable and immediate energy, but I don’t think that’s true. I’ve seen this arc multiple times, and I keep coming back tot he fact that this is one of the few signs of affection that Ami gets, and I think that, more than any congee, however delicious, is what revives her. Now the easy answer for “why the amusement park?” is clearly that they let PGSM film there all the time and probably for a very reasonable price, but in-universe I would say its because Ami wants the experience of having fun with someone, of enjoying her time with Mako when it’s focused only on Ami. Someone spending time just with Ami is a rare treat--we remember how they’ve been ignoring her and her friendship mittens over the course of all of this, and I think her need, when she’s sick off her ass, to create some kind of nice memory with Mako is part of this. 

Because it leads into THE DARKENING and also something that I think makes this more effective for me than most “brainwashing” shit: Ami is deeply, deeply angry. What makes you say that, Holligay? Well, why wouldn’t she be? Usagi has pressed her into all of this, she worked through her jealousy regarding Naru, and now she is being ignored even in her weakest moments for fucking MAMORU, who, it must be said, at this point isn’t giving Usagi the time of fucking day. We know from previous episodes of this show that AMi can be a deeply jealous person, and I think that’s just more of what’s coming out here, that some part of her believes Usagi deserves to be punished, that they all do, for the way they’ve treated her, and SHE ISN’T WRONG. 

BUt I think there’s also this deep sense that Known Titmouse Ami Mizuno isn’t what she wants to be: 

She’s not “evil” quite yet, Mako is actively trying to save her, but AMi REJECTS that. I think there’s a part of her calling toward this, calling toward this space where she doesn’t have to be herself and so can be fully assertive, powerful, commanding, even in a way that she’s never been able to be in her life. I think that’s extraordinarily tempting, and it makes perfect sense to me why Ami of all people would get into it, even as I think it’s the least “obvious” answer from an audience standpoint (I made the joke in the stream that if we’d had the full complement and Michiru had been the one to turn, Mina would just say “I’ve only been saying this for YEARS”) And that’s part of why I think PGSm is, for people named Doc, who are me, PGSM provides the most compelling characterization of the Inner Senshi.

[djprincessk]

Why Usagi being Sailor Cosmos would be a really bad god awful thing in the context of the series

Some people probably read the title and kept scrolling because they really really want Usagi to be Sailor Cosmos and that’s their thing and they want it. That’s totally fine.

Some people are still reading this because they really really wanna pick apart why I’m wrong and that’s fine too. So lemme start off with this:

Howdy! I’m a Sailor Moon nerd and I love the series and all its incarnations! This is not really a persuasive argument more than it is me sharing my opinion about why Sailor Cosmos being Usagi goes against everything the series stands for. I’ll present supporting context from the manga, and if you end up agreeing with me, cool! But if you don’t wanna be convinced and you wanna stick to your theory, rad! Do your thing! I’m not gonna fight that!

I’m going to leave out the arguments that I’ve seen a lot before: being unable to transform after becoming queen, the silver crystal only allowing a thousand years of life, etc. But here’s my opinion and I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, so here we go:

Sailor Moon is a series about breaking free of the past. The timeline of the story starts off with Queen Serenity reincarnating everyone (except herself) and sending them to the future in order to have a better life for her daughter and her friends. She doesn’t rebuild the fallen Earth and Moon Kingdoms and reset the timeline (probably because the Silver Crystal doesn’t have enough power for that, but LET’S NOT GOT THERE), she doesn’t send HERSELF forward with them. She stays behind and dies. Trusting the future to her daughter, despite knowing that Metallia and Beryl would likely return at some point due to Queen Serenity’s failure at completing the seal.

Queen Serenity fucked up and left Usagi with a dangerous mission because of her mistakes, but she also first and foremost wanted Usagi to be happy.

So point #1: Usagi being Sailor Cosmos means that Queen Serenity’s sacrifice failed.

Sailor Cosmos lost everything. The idea that Usagi will have to do that all over again is heartbreaking.Going by the manga, Usagi lost everything in the Silver Millennium and AGAIN when Galaxia came around (Galaxia even killed her cats, man). To lose her friends and family and loved ones for presumably a third time would be/should be unbearable. Usagi living long enough to become Sailor Cosmos, or reincarnating into Cosmos, would be tragic. Queen Serenity gave her life to give Usagi a chance at a peaceful life -- to have a chance to earn a peaceful life for her and her loved ones -- and failed. Because Usagi had to defy whole established canon to do what others in her own bloodline couldn’t.

And in a series that it from beginning to end about hope and securing the future for others, Usagi having to be the eternal martyr for the universe is FUCKED UP.

Speaking of securing the future...

Point #2: What about Chibiusa?

If the Dark Kingdom Arc was about resolving the past, the Black Moon Arc was about securing the future. Literally. I mean, they go to the future and fix it. You can’t get more literal than that. Not only does Sailor Moon defeat Death Phantom, but Neo Queen Serenity helps Chibiusa realize her own power gives her the ability to fight, and by the time we see Chibiusa in the Galaxia arc, she’s already in eternal form, along with her senshi team, bravely leading her team at a much younger age than Usagi was when she started out. And Chibimoon will eventually become Sailor Moon (they can’t all just be called Chibi Chibi Chibi Chibi Moon forever), and she’ll ascend to levels beyond eternal, and her descendants even more so, all of whom will strengthen the Silver Crystal as they grow as soldiers. Hell Chibiusa herself will make the eternal forms look like a joke by the time she’s done.

So why Usagi?

The idea that Usagi is Sailor Cosmos implies that no one else in the royal line could get it done. Queen Serenity is able to secure a peaceful future for her daughter...and that’s where it stops. The lack of hope is kind of crushing??? I don’t think that Sailor Moon isn’t allowed to fail, per se, my problem is that Usagi has to be the one to rise as Sailor Cosmos. In the time from the end of NQS’s reign to the time of Sailors Chaos and Cosmos, there was not a single Sailor Moon as good as Usagi, and as much as I love her, that’s not good!

This may be hurtful because I know some SM fans hate this show, but, if Usagi is Cosmos, you know what magical girl series does hope better? This one:  

LET ME EXPLAIN: By the end of the series (I’m leaving Rebellion out of this cause that’s a different discussion), thanks to Madoka’s sacrifice, magical girls are guaranteed to leave the world a better place than how they found it, rather than cause despair that cancels out the hope they gave to the world, making their battles meaningless. Even if the world never recognizes magical girls, the warriors themselves realize that they’re sacrificing themselves to make their world better. 

In the context of the Sailor Moon Manga, Usagi being Sailor Cosmos means that that did not happen. The future is so fucked that the original Sailor Moon had to come back and fix everything, while Madoka left the future of her world to future magical girls. 

Point #3:

IT’S A METAPHOR.

I know that you know that “You will always live eternally” is a metaphor. But yelling “it’s a metaphor” is fun, so there ya go. Try it sometime. Love yourself. Anyway, Usagi serves way better to the future of the story as a beacon of hope, rather than a literal eternal warrior. Usagi’s show of bravery and hope in the final chapters of the series inspires Cosmos to keep fighting Chaos in spite of her losing everything in her battle. Usagi gaining power and giving her power to the galaxy cauldron gave power to the future Sailor Moon without her having to be the one suffering. Usagi’s final act of bravery lived throughout the ages in a clearly tangible way, and affected the future and gave a distant future Sailor Moon hope to stand on her own like she did. All without having to deny growth in her own royal line by fighting herself. She has lived forever through the Silver Crystal’s power, and that’s far more important than literally living forever. Usagi living her thousand years as NQS and being with her family and friends and dying knowing she’s done all she could in her lifespan as Sailor Moon and Queen is a beautiful and fitting end for our princess, and one I think Queen Serenity would want for her daughter.

I’m actually quite fond of the idea of Sailor Moon being a reincarnation of OG Queen Serenity. And to me it makes a lot of sense. Serenity couldn’t seal Metallia completely because of her grief, so maybe Sailor Cosmos couldn’t properly use the Lambda Power because of her grief over her losses. Serenity having a chance to show the courage that we’ve already seen from Usagi would be way more interesting to just seeing another supe’d up Usagi. And this series is always about trying again in spite of everything, right? We’ve seen Usagi’s second chance, why couldn’t we get the same for Queen Serenity? 

In conclusion, I don’t think Usagi as Cosmos works on either a canon level or a theme level. And it wouldn’t fit within the hopeful theme of series. 

TL;DR - Usagi as Sailor Cosmos makes Queen Serenity’s sacrifice moot, Chibiusa and all her descendants useless, gives no reason for future Sailor Moons to exist because Usagi has to do it all herself, and it craps on the idea of power being instilled through hope instead of fighting. And it’s okay to disagree with me. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. 

[howmanyheartaches]

I haven’t written anything fictional for half a year, so when Sparkle Sparkle came back, I was very thrilled! My Sparklee is papillon82fluttersby – HAPPY SPARKLING!

 I went for the prompt “Harumichi at an event where one of them is out of her depth”

 Not to spoil my fic at this point, just know that papillon82fluttersby’s favourite senshi used to be my favourite Inner (now they’re all juggling, but I loved her in the new Myu a lot!!).

Thank you so much, Awashsquid and Docholligay, for organising this party!

 That’s what friends are for

 Haruka wasn’t one to fear the spotlight. Of course she had been nervous before her speech at their wedding and she couldn’t deny that her heart would pound whenever all eyes were on her while she was doing something she loved. However, when she excelled in a task, she was confident; she would smile freely at all her fangirls before she’d start in a sports competition.

And it was easy for Haruka to share the spotlight with Michiru. When she’d accompanied her wife on stage, everyone was watching musical genius Michiru Kaioh anyway, so she could relax whenever she hadn’t had the time to practice enough and focus on her piano play.

But this was different. Now every note counted. And Haruka felt like a fish out of water.

Obviously, she had tried to deny it. Her lies had enough potential for an Academy Award. It was easy for Michiru to see right through her and normally, she would have tried everything to get Haruka out of this situation.

 In this case, she hadn’t much of a choice either, and the person Haruka had lied to was too caught up in her own head to acknowledge her best friend’s fake behaviour.

Michiru usually had no problem being in a recording studio. She had spent her childhood practicing the violin for three hours each and every day, competing as soon as her mother had been satisfied. The three grey walls, with a huge window completing the room, were familiar territory. Still she felt anxiety – it was like Haruka’s was mirrored back to her.

The violinist hadn’t felt Haruka this uncomfortable in a while. Back in their early days, it had almost been common. This stomach-wrenching feeling, the tremble. Even worse in battle of course. Haruka was so terribly afraid of failing – but still so brave. Why was it just so hard for Haruka to perform this song in this environment?

Was it because she didn’t want to disappoint Minako?

Michiru felt anger rising inside of her watching Minako through the window. The blonde had decided to place them both at the same time in the recording cabin, which was what Michiru preferred. She hoped her presence would soothe Haruka at some point, but so far it didn’t work any magic.

After the constant battles, time had become quiet. Michiru didn’t mind that her mirror didn’t show her any dark energy; that Rei’s dreams had slowed down. They had all been able to settle into their lives. Michiru couldn’t be happier – being married, choosing when and where to perform, spending time with her family at the beach.

Quiet however wasn’t something for Minako. It had never been, obviously, but with the reassurance that they lived in a time of peace, Minako had decided to reach her goal of becoming an idol. And not just any idol – “top top top of the world” as she liked to outline her dream.

“Could you please repeat the last part? Thank yaaa!”

Michiru sighed and shared a glance with Haruka. The butch nodded, but it seemed like a punishment to her to put the big headphones on again. They started to play the last part again. All for the sake of Minako’s new record. Unfortunately, self-produced.

From the corner of her eye, Michiru could see how beautiful Haruka looked playing the piano. The blonde was dressed in a black sweater and sleek, black pants, her hair on the loose because she was going through it so much with her fingers. She still looked nervous and had a hard time pouring her soul into her playing. The melody wasn’t even that difficult, if Minako could come up with it. Michiru raised an eyebrow, focusing on herself again, not being able to shake the uncomfortable feeling.

While they were playing away, Minako started to chat with the sound engineer. After they stopped, Michiru could hear Minako’s chattering, which didn’t really help against Michiru’s growing fume. “So I was like ‘Okay honey, we really need to put a stop to this. How about we’re continuing recording if this song is not about you being a heartbroken crybaby anymore?! Nothing about a little grief, you know, but this is certainly not about a strong woman.’ And I walked off in wide steps, clicking heels, I was a total boss babe, you know? I don’t need a collaboration like that, that’s just not my vision for this album!”

“Wow, I can’t believe that someone like you would write such a lovey-dovey ballad like this!” The sound guy waved towards Haruka and Michiru, still trapped in the cabin.

“What can I say, I’m layered”, Minako flipped her hair dramatically.

Michiru was still chewing on the lovely-dovey. On top of that, she didn’t like to be kept waiting by Minako for a response if they should continue playing.

“Minako”, she spoke into the microphone with a firm voice that could cut glass, as Minako kept ignoring them.

“Oh! Oh! You’re still there, like little marionettes! Lovely! Errr …” Minako stopped herself. “Whoa, that sounded like a pirate. Like the one Michiru made you into in her latest smut fic!”

Haruka looked at her best friend startled.

“You didn’t know that, buddy? Okay. She did not write herself into the governor’s daughter’s role. You definitely didn’t have sex in a dirty place. Forget about it, I never found this in Rei’s drawer.”

“Minako”, Michiru repeated, this time leaving no illusion that she wouldn’t be able to kill Minako with her violin’s bow.

Minako’s phone went off. The singer jumped to her feet: “Uuuuh, I was waiting for that call! I think we should continue tomorrow!”

*** 

Ami looked confused when she opened the door. She always looked confused when this happened, even though Michiru’s knock was always the same: determined.

“Michiru! Hi!” She blushed, painfully aware that she hadn’t changed after dinner and a spot of tomato sauce greeted from its place on her baby blue, long cardigan.

“Make some tea, would you?” Michiru smiled at the younger woman mildly and found her way into Ami’s apartment that the medical student shared with her girlfriend.

“Sure”, Ami wedged her hands nervously, “Mako is instructing her cooking class, but she has left me some scones from earlier today. They’re not much but …”

“That sounds wonderful”, Michiru had seated herself in the lounging area already, unpacking her shopper.

When Ami arrived in the living room, a tray with tea and scones in hand, Michiru already had unfolded her painting supplies.

Ami sat down next to her on the floor, trying to mimic the gracile way Michiru held her body.

“Let’s paint”, the older announced, beginning to draw a storm.

Ami, who joyfully had grasped the expensive brushes Michiru used, soon stopped in her movement, watching Michiru with worry.

It wasn’t their first painting session, but definitely Michiru’s angriest. Usually, Michiru preferred “Under the Sea”, “Into Space” or “Haruka” when she was drawing just for herself. Ami loved the harmony that then came upon Michiru, adapting to it herself. It was hard not to think about her father, but it was also hard to resent doing something she loved. Ami Mizuno was a woman of many talents. But asking about Michiru’s day wasn’t one.

*** 

Haruka hadn’t been in the mood for joining Rei to help her refurnish an old table, but then again, Michiru had insisted her to. Probably because Rei was Minako’s partner – and that was also the reason why Haruka had a hard time being around the social studies student.

“I can’t believe Minako still thinks this table is hideous! I mean, look at it, we’ve done some fine things with it!” Rei’s high ponytail swung around furiously.

“I still think that it would have been cheaper for you to buy a table at Ikea, considering the money you put into refurnishing supplies”, Haruka noted.

“Ikea”, Rei looked at Haruka in disgust. “You are definitely wrong, this was a good deal at the flea market and I’m in no position to decline it! Even though my girlfriend is going to rocket to super fame very soon. But I swear, I’ll do my best to not let capitalism win!”

Haruka cringed.

“Wait. I know that look on your face. How was your time in the recording studio anyway today?” Rei waved a brush around like she was a teacher pointing at a pupil to move in front of the whole class.

“It wasn’t good enough. We didn’t finish and will go back in again tomorrow”, Haruka let her shoulders sink. “I feel like this is all my fault.”

“And why’s that so? Did you forget how to play sheet music?”

“No. But Minako wasn’t happy. I have to admit, that was my worry from the second she asked me to do this with Michiru.”

“Tenoh, do you think it was a piece of cake for me working on the guitar parts with her? She’s a perfectionist. So are you and I. But we’re not doing this for us, we’re doing it for her, even though she’s a brat. But she deserves the world.”

“It’s just so that however good my performance is, it will be heard forever. Over and over again. I wonder how the Three Lights did it, but I guess it’s just that Seiya thinks so highly of herself she’d never have any doubts”, Haruka kicked against the refurnished table, making it almost collapse. Such a good deal.

“They were also searching for their princess, I’m just saying.”

“I know, right? Their songs were never that good?!”

*** 

“I frankly do not understand how Minako doesn’t feel any shame. Haruka is her best friend”, Michiru said like it was nothing.

“Oh”, Ami announced, remembering Minako’s request for the album support. She was glad Michiru had finally broken the silence, still working on a wild mix of greys and blacks that looked together like a hurricane on paper.

“It’s my fault. I should have insisted more on declining Minako’s offer. I could have said my manager …”

“Haruka still would have agreed to. Mina means a lot to her.”

“She doesn’t seem equally important to Minako”, if Michiru could snort, this would be her moment to.

“That’s not true”, Ami tilted her head. “Mina feels a lot of pressure.”

*** 

“Mina is under a lot of pressure”, Rei said softly. “She sees all of us settled into our lives. Makoto is so, so good at what she does and her life with Ami is like from one of these lesbian books, where the more tomboy one is a doctor! You and Michiru and Hotaru and Setsuna are so happy together and with what you get to do. Even though Hotaru would never admit to that, but she’s a teenager! And Usagi is Usagi. Mina doesn’t mean to be this tense these days, I just think she wants to make this work.”

“You forgot to mention yourself.” Haruka half-smiled, feeling a bit better about the whole situation.

“I JUST WORKED ON THE PERFECT TABLE I MEAN JUST LOOK! LOOK!”

*** 

“I’m clean and I smell like soap”, Haruka happily announced, joining her wife in the bedroom, wearing her favourite PJs.

“Love, you look like you feel so much better than you did this morning”, Michiru noted, looking up from her book, already tugged into her blanket.

“I do. Talking to Rei made me understand it’s good - not less, not more - when Mina finally says it’s good.” Haruka swiftly found herself underneath the blanket as well.

“It was always good, she just needs to focus”, Michiru replied with a soft smile.

“That’s what Ami made you realize, right?” Haruka grinned, leaning onto Michiru’s shoulder.

“She’s smart, our Ami”, Michiru giggled. “I’m glad you found your confidence again. Minako should be proud to have such a talented, good-looking pianist on her record.”

“I know, I’ve always known.” Haruka leaned forward to wink, but then led her pretending go. “It’s just that I feel so uncomfortable playing with the headphones on. I feel like everything will be constantly judged and I’m not used to this.”

“Minako didn’t really judge and that’s the problem. But no worries”, now it was Michiru’s turn to wink, “I have a plan …”

Then she closed the book because she needed her hands – to deeply kiss Haruka, the person she regarded as the love of her life, holding her tight.

*** 

“Obsession” was composed by a Dane, who he had been, well, obsessed with Bach. It was very loud, shrill even. While it put a smile on Michiru’s face to play such a jarring melody, it made Mina, who had just walked in, cringe. Haruka, not entirely sold on the piece, watched Michiru in awe.

As she finished, the violinist spoke right into the microphone: “Now that you remembered what I can do, I want you to see what we are both capable of doing with your song. Now that I have your attention, I suggest that we concentrate and wrap this song up smoothly. We are here to support your career, Minako, but for a first-timer in a studio it’s certainly not easy to know what’s wrong if you’re not giving us any hints. Do you agree?”

Mina had been frozen, but found to her old confident behaviour in a second: “I sure do. Because I’m certain you remember that.I.am.the.leader.”

She mimicked Michiru, ending with an emphasis on every word, who took this with no impression. “How could I forget a fact you sing to us like a hit song you’d like to have. So. May we start?”

“Let’s”, Mina sat down next to the sound guy, who had no clue what that whole leader deal was about. The blonde was ready to work – finally. She showed Michiru her thanks with the smallest smile, that Michiru took with a little nod. It was easy to get lost. But it was also easy to get out – with the help of your friends.

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Love Conquers Amnesia [Amnesiac!Eijiro/Takara(OC)]

Hiya! I saw This video and couldn’t help thinking about KiriKara (my name for the ship. I can’t think of a better one, so if you can, leave it in a comment below!), and this is the result!  Anyway, in writing it and trying to think of a realistic way for Kiri to lose his memory, I kinda veered from the video when I meant to practically quote it, but I also like this version, so here we are! Also, if you want more domestic KiriKara, send an Ask or message me and I’ll totally write it (as long as it’s not smut. Sorry!)!!

Real quick before I begin, @dailyojiromashirao is pretty much on my permanent MHA writing taglist, cus they’re always so sweet and supportive! Love you! And maybe @elite-guard-hardygal would enjoy this, too?? IDK. Feel free to ignore, lovey! 

Now that that’s done, I will only this before we begin; I hope you all enjoy! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(P.S: This guy is my headcanon/faceclaim for Adult!Eijiro, btw. I haven’t seen Bleach, but I know he’s a character in that show. This is the face Kiri makes when he sees his waifu but doesn’t remember her yet. She startles him with her beauty! XD)

Statistically, it was probably more shocking that it took so long for this to happen, given our profession.

But, it was still very shocking to get a call in the middle of a daytime patrol. “Are you Mrs. Takara Kirishima?” The person on the other end asks. I gulp.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s calling?” I ask as politely as I can.

“The receptionist at Sanno Hospital. I’m calling to report your husband’s admittance.” Instantly, my heart plummets into my toes, and the temperature seems to drop below freezing.

“O-oh...I...Is he..?”

“He’s in surgery. We’re still unsure precisely what happened, but more details are emerging the longer we have him. The doctors are very hopeful, however.” I can’t help but not feel comforted by those words. Something could always happen. It only took one wrong move, one instant, for everything to change.

“O-okay. I’ll be there in around thirty minutes. Thank you.” I say, then hang up. I race back to my agency. The one Kiri and I shared, like everything else. I rip off my headgear and toss it into the locker along with my belt, all while calling out the situation, before sprinting for my- -our- -car. We were supposed to drive home together and have a family movie night with our five-year-old son, Senshi.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! Kiri had an amazingly defensive Quirk. How could someone have hospitalized him?!

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“The story we’ve pieced together from the data we’ve collected is this;” the doctor explains when I arrive. “your husband was fighting an unknown villain, and somehow suffered trauma to the head, resulting in the loss of the fight, and…”

“What?” I press urgently. I needed to know!

“Well, with brain injuries...memories are the easiest to lose, we’ve found. It appears your body automatically purges memories first instead of the knowledge of how to breathe, for example. I’m sorry, Mrs. Kirishima, but there is a strong possibility that your husband won’t remember much when he wakes up.” I thank him for telling me absently, eyes peeking into the room, to Kiri laying still on the bed. “And we’re not sure when he’ll wake up. We hardly had to use anesthesia on him for the surgery; he was unconscious when he was admitted, but without any real indication that we could find as to why. I’m sorry.” I nod.

“Thanks for doing what you could, doc.” I murmur, walking slowly into the room. The man smiles sadly at me and leaves me to sit beside Kiri. His hair had to be combed down and messed around so they could run tests to see why he was still out cold, and the black hospital gown looked incredibly odd on him. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. It seemed to lull me into a doze, one I tried to fight without much luck.

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It’s only a few hours later that I wake up, and Kiri still isn’t awake. I hold in a groan and stand, stretching out my back and arms that were sore from sleeping in the chair.

I wasn’t planning on leaving til Kiri woke up and I could ascertain for myself his condition, so I watch him. His chest goes up and down and the heart rate monitor beeps incessantly as time creeps by. It was unknown how long I sat there before I started to fall asleep again. I shook myself. I wouldn’t fall asleep again until I saw Kiri awake.

So I stood again, deciding to leave briefly to get a cup of coffee and call people. Mainly Ma, Pa (what I call Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima) and Katsuki. They deserved to know what had happened.

It went about as well as expected. They were upset (Katsuki vowing to roast Kiri for being so sloppy as to let that villain get a hit on him), but promised to get here soon.

I then got my coffee and headed back to Kiri’s room, only to find him standing and gazing at the sunrise out of his window, his IV pole clutched beside him. 

I gulp. Time to see what was what with him. I grin and walk over. “Beautiful, huh?” I ask, sipping the coffee. He flinches, jerking his head to look at me.

“Yea- -uh...did...did the doctors send you?” He asks, stunned, cheeks red. I blanch. Of course. Memory loss was a high probability, the doctor had said.

“N-no.” I murmur, gulping the coffee to avoid talking. How was I supposed to deal with this?! How long would this last?!

“Wow…” He breathes, taking me in and smiling. “You must be the prettiest woman in the whole world.” It’s almost like he wasn’t aware he was talking out loud. I blush. Even without memories of our marriage, he was attracted to me. 

“Thanks.” I reply, chuckling. It then drops. “...Do you know my name?” I ask tentatively. Eijiro frowns, scanning me again.

“...I’m sorry, but no...should I?” I sigh. Of course he wouldn’t remember...

“Takara.” I reply. “It’s Takara Kirishima.” There. I’d kinda told him. He’d have to piece it together now. His eyes narrow in thought, then go wide.

“Are you my sister?” He asks. I snort.

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Cousin?” I smile.

“Not a cousin, either.”

“...Then...what?” He asks shyly. I roll my eyes.

“I’m your wife, dummy.” I chuckle, ruffling his hair. He blinks several times, then grabs my left hand. I slip the glove I hadn’t taken off and he stares at the simple sterling silver band around my ring finger.

“...We’re married?” He exclaims, staring at my face now. I grin proudly and nod.

“Yeah. For almost six years now.”

“Whoa, really?! How do I not remember that?! Man, I hit the jackpot!” I chuckle, scratching the back of my head, cheeks scarlet. Wow...

“The doctors aren’t really sure. You were admitted to the ER unconscious and had to go into a brief surgery to try and determine what happened. They still don’t know, but my guess is a Quirk’s to blame.” Kiri nods.

“I have one, too, right? A Quirk?” I nod.

“Yup. You can harden your body using your body’s carbon. Downside is you can’t do it forever.” He frowns, then grins happily.

“I think...I think I remember that!” He cries. “I use it to fight, don’t I?”

“Yup. You’re a hero. You help a lot of people at our agency.”

“Our agency?” Eijiro asks, head tilted. I grin.

“Yeah!” Just then, I hear the door open behind us. I glance over and see Katsuki glaring from the doorway, only halfway out of his costume, as well.

“Hey! Shitty Hair! Remember me?!” Kiri turns.

“...You know me?” He asks. Katsuki does a double-take, then scoffs.

“Right. Forgot. You let a villain hit you with some dumb memory loss Quirk. Your wife called me. I was closer than your parents are, but they’ll be here.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Kiri murmurs, looking at Katsuki’s outfit. “...Are you a hero, too?” Katsuki flinches in irritation, then deflates.

“Yeah. So’s your wife, dumbass.”

“Katsuki, thanks for coming, but don’t be mean.” I warn. I knew, however, that this was just Katsuki being Katsuki. He didn’t really mean it.

“Ground Zero, right? That’s...that’s your hero name?” Kiri suddenly asks, eyes lighting happily. Katsuki smirks.

“Finally, you remember something!” I roll my eyes.

“He remembered his Quirk and that he was a hero before you got here.” I point out.

“I don’t remember my hero name, though. Or yours, Takara. Sorry.” I wave that aside.

“No worries! You wanted to model your hero image after Crimson Riot, so you chose Red Riot as your hero name as an homage.” Eijiro’s eyes light up.

“Oh, right! He’s so manly and hardcore! What’s yours?” I chuckle and rub the back of my neck awkwardly. It always sounded weird when I explained it out loud.

“Well, I’ve always liked foxes and wolves, so I chose Kitsune as my hero name.”

“That’s awesome!” I laugh.

“You had that reaction the day we chose our hero names, too.” I reminisce fondly.

“Yeah, back when you two made dopey heart-eyes at each other in class and we all pretended we didn’t see and wanna puke.” Katsuki adds, scoffing and crossing his arms. His smirk betrays his happiness, though.

“Really?” Eijiro asks, eyeing me.

“We-well, it was more like I made the heart-eyes and then, ah- -do you recall something called the USJ incident? It happened almost nine years ago…” Eijiro frowns.

“I...I think so. We were in some huge building, right? Combat training?” I shake my head.

“No.” I grimace. Even now, the memory was painful, my ribs recalling that day easily. “We were supposed to be doing rescue training.” I murmur. “Then villains attacked. My mom nearly died. She was our teacher.” Eijiro frowns.

“Oh. Right. I was the one who found you, right? Against a fountain with a nearly collapsed ribcage?” I nod.

“Yeah. That was a tough week.” He nods.

“Ah, you babies got over it.” Katsuki muses. “If you ask me, that’s when you two nerds started liking each other and making everyone around you nauseous with your mushy attitude.” Eijiro then blushes and tilts his head, scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh...Takara, I’ve been meaning to ask...do we have kids?” I smile, pulling my phone out. I pull up a picture of Senshi at his fifth birthday (just a few weeks ago), sharp teeth on display as he grins at the camera.

“Yeah; a son, Senshi.” My hand goes to my stomach subtly. I’d planned to tell him the revelation I’d had this morning, the one still waiting on our bathroom sink. But not now. I’d wait til he had more memories to tell him, though. Eijiro stares at the picture for a long minute or two, gently taking my phone.

“He’s just like me…” He murmurs. I nod.

“Yeah.” His black hair came from his father, but the large brown eyes were from my side. It was adorable, and an instant recipe for success on his end when he gave me the infamous ‘puppy eyes’. “He’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, that brat’s alright.” Katsuki admits, scoffing a little. Surprisingly, Katsuki handled Senshi well. He wasn’t usually too forceful and angry with the kid. He’d really come a long way since our high school days, when he’d terrified any child that dared look at him wrong.

“I can’t believe we’re married and have a kid..” Eijiro murmurs thickly, and I notice tears on his cheeks. “How could I have forgotten you? I’m sorry, Takara...I’m so sorry…” I hug him, tears forming in my eyes.

“Eiji, it’s okay.” I murmur, rubbing his back as he clutches me. “It’s not your fault.”

“If I’d just taken care of that villain, none of this would’ve happened.” Eijiro sobs. I blink.

“So...you remember?” I ask, drawing back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Bits and pieces. The more we talked, the more I remembered. The picture of Senshi was like the final key.” He says. “That guy’s Quirk wasn’t affected by my Hardening, and it only took a touch for it to work.” 

“Great, you remember, now stop dancing around each other and kiss already.” Katsuki grumbles before I can react. I laugh and hug Eijiro again. He’s blushing as we part a few moments later.

“...Can we?” He asks. “Can we kiss?” It was exactly what he’d said, the morning he’d confessed. We’d gone sunrise hiking and he’d asked that as we watched the dawn unfold. I smile and play with his hair, just like I had that morning.

“Of course you can.” I reply, continuing the reenactment, and he all but tackles me in elation, kissing me so eagerly, I’m pretty sure my lips are swollen and bruised.

“Oi! I know i told you to kiss, but come on! Knock it off!” Katsuki growls. I smile into the kiss and deepen it, knowing it would piss Katsuki off. Sure enough, he growls and is stalking over when Eiji pulls back to stick his tongue at Katsuki.

“Oh, lay off!” He replies. “You’re just jealous cus you’re still single.” Katsuki growls and grabs the front of Eiji’s hospital gown.

“What did you say?!” Katsuki growls.

“Oh, good; I see we were worried for nothing.” Comes the voice of my mother-in-law. I look behind Katsuki and wave.

“Hi, Ma!” I call. I generally call Mrs. Kirishima ‘Ma’ or ‘Mama’, and Mom...well, ‘mom’. “Turns out, Eiji got hit by a Quirk that knocks you out and gives you amnesia, but it’s nullified by showing the victim photos or talking about the missing memories, evidently. He remembers.” 

Ma nods. “Thank goodness.” Eijiro hugs his parents.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hello, Eijiro.” Ma replies. Pa smiles and ruffles his son’s hair.

“Gave us quite a scare there, son.” He says. “But, of course, you pulled through!” Eijiro nods.

“Cus Kirishima men always win!” He says proudly, fist-pumping his dad. I roll my eyes. That was part of the reason Kiri was so upset in Middle School; his father encouraged bravery and manliness in his son and when Eijiro failed to act in that attack, it whacked his self-esteem.

But, over time, he’d become every inch a brave, manly hero. And an even better man to be married to. I side-hug him and squeeze his side reassuringly. “And the Kirishima women will always support their man.” I add, chuckling as Ma nods.

“Agreed. Knew I liked you when I met you, Kara.” I grin.

This was what we’d always have; a family to fall back on, no matter how bad or weird things get. Family is priority. Always.

Crappy ending is crappy, but hope you liked the rest! XD

[magical-gull]

AU meme: The Senshi awaken in a different order (any order you choose).

Disclaimer: Not my ideal/actual/easiest AU combo. But I hope interesting. Also much longer than intended, but you already expected that in a keetpost. Also using non-anime canon to be a contrary little shit for simplicity.

As an aside, I notice the order of the inner senshi correponds to each successive character being more extroverted and confident than the previous, which probably helped them settle into the team easier. I think Usagi or Ami coming in late could seriously mess with their confidence, but if I did every combo I’d be here all day.

So. “the senshi”, huh. Okay.

[Mako] gets in a literal fistfight with a youma and is punched thru a wall. Jupiter comes out of it. Mako gets out a LOT of old aggression, but she suffers from not having a support group. Mako gets a visit from a ‘counselor’ who introduces herself as Setsuna, who spills a few of the beans of what’s going on. Setsuna takes on the advisory role of you-know-who; she isn’t technically Pluto yet nor has access to her abilities because Well Thought Out Reasons.  (EDIT:if you’re willing to put up with the Cats, so Michiru isn’t a solo appearance, substitute as you will.)

Mako defends [Ami] from some bullies and they hit it off. Ami has her cram school attack and wakes up next. Makoto’s Usagi-like traits means she and Ami get along great, and mutually absent families means they have a lot of chill time together. With Ami around, things get more tactical and Makoto endures a lot less bruises, and they’re so specialized neither ever feels like they’re useless to the other. Ami helps Makoto’s moves have a little more calm and direction, while Ami gets a little more aggressive with hers.

Jedite starts his plan to fuck with bus riders en route past the Shrine. Mako and Ami investigate. Ami mentions ‘a beauty’ sometimes rides the bus; the 3rd senshi is self-important, popular with girls, and has a pechant for moodiness, who butts heads with the 'leader’ in comical ways while the 2nd senshi liked by her and the leader plays tired moderator.

Said beauty is… [Haruka], doomed to public transportation these past weeks after she crashed her (new!) bike dodging some blonde idiot in a red mask in the middle of the night. Unfortunately she’s on the bus Jedite attacks, and wakes up… but without Mission or Talisman (which in either case, is connected with Saturn) is a bit metaphorically wobbly. Makoto and Haruka relate despite/because-of their grumbling, and Ami is the sort of calming gentle-voiced femme Haruka is weak to. Haruka remains cool in their eyes for precisely 48 minutes. Haruka sometimes goes off by herself when things get rough, but sticks around like a cat for want of feeling something missing.

The girls introducing Haruka to Setsuna is… interesting. Haruka is vain enough she doesn’t question why she sometimes catches Setsuna staring at her. Sailor V comes by and says mysterious bullshit on occasion to check up on everyone, and she and Setsuna have Mysterious Bullshit meetings. Minako assures her the Princess is safe for now in suspiciously certain tones and that senshi – wait, how many did we have again – are swole enough they can handle things on their own for now.

Nephlite does the bridal scheme. The girls investigate and run into [Rei], a resident at the shrine who is helping her grandfather privately investigate a potential supernatural connection between it and the bus incident after the bad PR it caused the shrine. Haruka’s attempts to get intel by flirting with Rei go about as well as you expect, and it’s Ami and Setsuna who get Rei to come around. Makoto initially has less patience for Rei’s abrasive attitude, but warms up when she finds out about her history of being ostrazied out of fear. Nephilite targets Rei after Rei is accosted by a possessed man being overly-flirting with her, via the only example of exorcism via being kicked in the dick thus recorded into Hino family history. Rei solves the whole affair with fire, which is a pretty great metaphor for Rei’s view on marriage and obsessive couples in general.

[Usagi] and [Minako] come in -together-. Minako’s essentialy been playing Tuxedo Mask + mentor with Usagi for a bit to introduce her to the heavy shit gently. On the one hand, Usagi’s more prepared and does pretty well with someone more like her teaching her (she’s more Hotaru or Endmyion-like than Sailor Moon, power-wise) but she still has a huge hero complex and relies heavily on Minako’s opinions. Makoto is fine with taking a backseat and concentrating on punching stuff - admitting that playing not-leader has been stressful - but Haruka and Rei are a bit more dubious about Minako. To legitimize Venus’s leader claim and Usagi’s role, Setsuna explains Everything Up To Date. Usagi’s surprising not-reaction lets Setsuna know Minako probably told her everything well in advance, Gee Minako Would Have Been Nice If You Said Something Before, Must Have Slipped Your Mind.

[luna-whiskers]

As much as I would like to believe in a doting dad King Endymion, isn't that contradicted in the anime when Chibiusa is whole-heartedly convinced that her parents don't care about her? That Pluto is the only one who even likes her? And in the new Sera Myu, if I remember correctly, she feels that she's rejected by everyone, not just some dumb kids. That doesn't sound like a child who grew up with loving parents by her side. She just sounds so lonely.

That is Chibi Usa’s perception, and I think it’s pretty clear in both the anime and manga (especially the anime, honestly) that Chibi Usa is a flawed narrator on that front.

For example, look at the memories we’re shown in the anime to illustrate the idea that Chibi Usa was lonely. There is the one where everyone mysteriously was too busy to celebrate her birthday. Then it turns out they were planning to surprise her with her parents returning from their trip early to celebrate it. Then there’s the one when she falls down in the rain and her parents did not immediately pick her up. In her mind, they were coldly refusing to help her. In reality, it turns out they were encouraging her to pick herself up (and I’m no parent, but it seems like pretty good parenting to me, not to race to pick up your toddler every single time she falls).

I think there’s a lot of factors in Chibi Usa’s loneliness growing up.

Her parents are busy all the time. They’re king and queen of the world, after all. There’s a reason most politicians and monarchs employ full-time nannies. The most loving parent can seem distant and cold if their attention is divided because of their job.

She’s an only child.

She’s the one and only child of the king and queen of the world. Think how much scrutiny she must have been under from the moment she was born. Imagine being a little kid seeing your own face on the tabloids all the time, for absolutely no reason other than who your parents are. Imagine how impossible it would be to feel normal.

Kids were mean to her, probably because of that aforementioned scrutiny.

She felt like she could never live up to her mother’s legacy, and clearly did not know how to communicate her fears to her parents.

Her fears turned into suppression of her own growth and magical powers, keeping her a child forever.

It turned into this negative feedback loop where her own fears of failure stunted her growth, but the lack of growth made her feel like a bigger failure and made people scrutinize her even more, so she became trapped in a cycle she couldn’t escape.

The first point is one that I relate to a lot. I have a really loving mother, someone who a lot of my friends and cousins have said they love and wish they had as a mom, but there was a point in my life when I was still desperately lonely. Because she was working long hours at the same time that kids at school were being bullies. Feeling alone at school and then coming home to an empty house really did make me feel rejected by everyone, even though that was objectively not true. That fact that she cared for me and supported me just… wasn’t enough to fix the situation. It was too big for her.

But leaving aside her parents for a moment, even if they were actually cold and distant, what about everyone else? What about the other senshi? What about Diana, who was already there in the manga?

Somehow Chibi Usa managed to be sad even with Diana in her life. You can make me believe that somehow every one of the senshi, including Usagi Biggest-Heart-in-the-Universe Tsukino, became cold and seemingly heartless, but you cannot tell me that Diana rejected Chibi Usa a single time in her entire kitten life.

So what made Pluto special, in a way that her parents and the other senshi and Diana could not be? Other than the fact that Pluto is wonderful and perfect and also incredibly lonely, Pluto has nothing to do with the world that Chibi Usa feels pressured by. Where Chibi Usa’s parents and even the other senshi must represent the world she feels inadequate at accessing, Pluto is literally outside of it all. Being with Pluto was an escape from a reality in which she is a princess living in the shadow of an immortal queen.

But let’s go back to the real issue Chibi Usa had: feeling overshadowed by Neo Queen Serenity, and the need to live up to her legacy. I feel like this is the main isolating force for her. And it is largely internal. Because look at what happens when Venus questions how Chibi Usa can take over as queen if she doesn’t have any powers.

King Endymion is not here for that kind of talk. He shuts that line of questioning down hard. It doesn’t matter that his daughter has been a powerless child for 900 years now, he still believes in her.

And look at how Neo Queen Serenity reacts to the same issue.

Chibi Usa thought she was not good enough, but her parents have never thought that. It was entirely her own insecurities, which she kept too bottled up for anybody to help her deal with them.

And we know that that must be the source of her problems, because from this point on, Chibi Usa is so much happier. She never indicates that Crystal Tokyo is a sad place for her to be anymore. The only time those same insecurities flare up again? Is when she feels overshadowed by Sailor Moon in the present. But she works through it and becomes both a happier person and a better soldier for it.

Long story short, knowing who Usagi and Mamoru are, knowing who Chibi Usa becomes after that first arc, knowing how easily childhood memories can be clouded, I see no reason to believe that Neo Queen Serenity and King Endymion are bad parents. If they were, then there was no resolution when Chibi Usa became Sailor Chibi Moon, and all that character development should have been directed towards resolution with them instead of her own personal growth.

[magical-gull]

Needlessly complicating throwaway AUs, part 20x6

I mean I never figured out in the Jupiter First AU where I wanted Endymion to show up (if at all) besides ‘I guess too late during Classic to get involved’. But what if it was about much later.

Hypothetically.

Endymion/Mamoru/TM stuck in the post-DK times, arc resolved, crystal found, etc. Still occasionally running around as Tuxedo Mask for.. some reason, the itch they need to find something. And explain those dreams. Menawhile, Neptune chases a daimon attacking some goofball in a Tuxedo. Hah, a Hoste-hunting daimon finds a Host. The quip goes unappreciated by the empty air. She saves this... person, but rather than running, something feels off. Something familiar. Maybe a bare handshake, maybe a dropped mirror picked up like in another universe, and it clicks what (but not who) both of them are. Neptune hasn’t been doing this long enough to become really guarded yet, so they open up to each other. (They tend to be friends of a sort in a lot of universes.)

The dreams are so fuzzy at this point its hard to tell. Would both have dreams of looking for someone of unusual and mysterious power? Where something bad will happen if they don’t?  Something about a horrible dark force that ruined/killed everything and a big horror born from chaos? Broadly speaking, yes, they both dream something like that.

Do you see things too? How interesting.

Chiba has no Rei or Setsuna to open up to at this point, so weird psychic kids gotta bond where they can. 

Hey what’s your home life like? FUCK DONT GET ME STARTED.

Chiba seems to think... well, this person is kind of princess-y, right? Maybe it was her past self that sent them on this mission? Neptune has the nagging feeling she should be looking for someone... else. But having so rarely interacted with Uranus in the past, she doesn’t have a clear memory of that. But she has no memory of THIS person, either. And, frankly, its one less bruise she has to take. Healing abilities, eh?

How interesting.

This Chiba person is intelligent and pragmatic, and seems dedicated despite... well, being well out of their league and fairly ridiculous. And Tux feels something vaguely comforting being around whatever a Sailor Soldier is. No, Chiba admits, they don’t have a talisman. Well, Kaio says, you keep dreaming about needing to find some... crystal was, it?... maybe that’s it. You’ll get it eventually when we find that girl, perhaps.

Meanwhile, Haruka is just having the shittest day. Still furious at Setsuna leaving her and the other five girls out of nowhere. Having to deal with comforting Usagi. Butting heads with Rei because holy shit when she’s in a bad mood everyone has to know it, am I right? And now Mina is acting weird and noncommital like she’s hiding something.

Haruka gets the phonecall in Setsuna’s typical infuriatingly calm voice. Go over to her place for some new info. Alone. She does, and there’s Setsuna. But also a rather serious but very pretty girl in expensive clothes and... did Setsuna get a housekeeper? Or is it the pretty girl’s butler? It takes all three to convince Haruka about a particular Mission and her role in it, since a Haruka raised in the comfort of the inner senshi’s love might otherwise have walked out the door.

Chiba drifts into a support role, which suits them fine. It’s not quite a typical team anyway. But they help make the hard knocks less hard, especially that time they healed the nasty gash on Neptune’s arm before it got bad. Chiba’s also perceptive enough to catch Haruka’s long glances at Michiru to, apropro of nothing, casually drop their “dream princess” story Haruka kept asking about is probably a metaphor. Chiba isn’t actually interested in her. Just saying.

Hey did you know Kaioh loves that one seafood place by the park, I bet she’d love if you took her.

Not that Haruka needs the help in that regard, she’d insist, but it gets this weirdo on her side.

The Inner Senshi are not happy with Haruka, for what she goes and does.

Haruka is not quite happy with Setsuna or Minako, for not telling her more about Uranus before.

Setsuna is worried no one is going to be happy with her, including Chiba once she finds out what they are.

Minako is really, really, REALLY not going to be happy with Mamoru.