#sailor moon tickle

[xxtheophilusxx]

A Ticklish Surprise

Summary: The Sailor Scouts gather for a fun and relaxing afternoon at Usagi’s house, taking a break from their usual heroic duties. They decide to play a board game, but things take a playful turn when Minako starts a tickle fight with Rei. The playful tickling becomes a group activity, with each Scout joining in on the fun. The room fills with laughter and joy as they bond over the lighthearted mischief, ending the day with strengthened friendships and happy memories.

Warnings: Tickling

Word count: 1.2k

Note: This was originally a story for my friend, but I've decided to try and post it here too. Hope you enjoy!

The afternoon sun poured golden rays into the Tsukino household, bathing the living room in a warm, inviting glow. The room was a cozy haven of comfort, with its soft couches and colorful decorations reflecting Usagi Tsukino’s vibrant personality. Posters of magical girls, stars, and various anime characters adorned the walls, adding to the cheerful ambiance.

Today was a rare and welcome break from the usual chaos of their heroic duties. Usagi had eagerly invited her friends over for a day of relaxation, away from the stresses of their moonlit battles. The Sailor Scouts—Ami Mizuno Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, and Minako Aino—were already gathered, their spirits high as they settled into the inviting space.

Usagi, bubbling with excitement, had just unveiled a new board game she had recently purchased. “Look what I got!” she announced, her blue eyes shining with enthusiasm as she held up the game box. “I thought it would be fun for us to play together!”

Ami adjusted her glasses and examined the game with interest. “It looks intriguing,” she said, her analytical mind immediately starting to assess the strategies involved. “Let’s see how it plays out.”

Rei, sitting cross-legged on the floor, was intently studying the game’s rules. Her competitive nature was evident in the way she meticulously reviewed every detail. “This looks challenging,” she mused, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I’m going to need to be focused if I want to win.”

Makoto and Minako, on the other hand, were more laid-back, enjoying the snacks Usagi had prepared. Minako, with her playful demeanor, kept glancing at Rei with a mischievous glint in her eye. She was clearly plotting something fun.

As the game began, laughter and lighthearted banter filled the room. The Scouts were in their element, engaging in friendly competition and playful teasing. Rei’s intense focus was palpable as she strategized her moves, her competitive edge shining through.

Minako, ever the mischief-maker, noticed how seriously Rei was taking the game. With a grin, she decided it was time for some lighthearted fun. Minako quietly leaned over, her fingers poised for action. As Rei leaned closer to the game board, Minako’s fingers began to gently tickle her sides.

The reaction was instantaneous. Rei let out a high-pitched squeal, her body jerking away from Minako’s touch. “Hahaha, Minako! What the—” Rei’s protest was cut short by a burst of laughter. She squirmed in her seat, trying to wriggle away from the tickling fingers. “Hahaha, stop it!”

Minako, clearly enjoying herself, couldn’t help but laugh along. “Just a little tickle to lighten the mood!” she teased, her fingers continuing to dance along Rei’s ribs. “You’re way too serious about this game!”

Ami, catching on to Minako’s playful scheme, decided to join in. She slid closer and began to gently tickle Rei’s neck and underarms. Rei’s laughter grew more intense, her attempts to suppress it failing miserably. “Hahaha, Ami! Not you too! Hahaha, stop!” she gasped between giggles, her face flushed with both embarrassment and amusement.

Usagi, who had been watching the scene unfold with a wide grin, couldn’t resist the urge to participate. She moved over to where Rei’s feet were propped up on a nearby chair. With a playful glint in her eyes, she began to tickle Rei’s feet. Rei’s laughter reached new heights, a high-pitched, continuous stream of giggles escaping her lips. “No, please! Hahaha, not my feet! Hahaha!”

Makoto, who had been chuckling at the spectacle, decided to add her own touch to the fun. She reached over and lightly tickled Rei’s stomach, her fingers skimming over Rei’s sensitive skin. Rei’s laughter became a joyful symphony of sounds, echoing through the room. “Hahaha, Makoto! Not there! Hahaha, I can’t take it! Hahaha!”

The room was alive with the sounds of playful chaos. Ami, Minako, and Makoto took turns tickling Rei, each Scout adding their own brand of ticklish torment. Rei’s laughter was a mix of high-pitched squeals and breathless giggles, her attempts to escape the tickling only making her more ticklish. “Hahaha, you guys!” she cried out between fits of laughter, “I can’t breathe! Hahaha!”

The playful tickling continued, with the Scouts shifting their focus and using different techniques to keep Rei on her toes. The room was filled with joyous energy, as Rei’s laughter mingled with the playful banter of her friends. The tickling seemed to go on forever, with Rei’s laughter becoming almost musical in its intensity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of ticklish delight, Minako and Ami relented, allowing Rei to catch her breath. Rei was still giggling uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with laughter. “You guys are the worst!” she managed to say, her voice still filled with amusement. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Usagi, patting Rei on the back with a sympathetic smile, said, “You have to admit, it was pretty fun. And you’re always so serious about everything!”

Rei took a few deep breaths, trying to regain her composure. “Yeah, yeah,” she said with a smile, “I suppose it was. But don’t think I’ll let my guard down again!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in high spirits. The Scouts played more games, shared stories, and continued to laugh together. Rei, despite plotting her playful revenge, joined in the fun, her laughter echoing throughout the house. The playful tickling had not only lightened the mood but had also strengthened the bonds of their friendship.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over Tokyo, the Sailor Scouts felt a renewed sense of camaraderie. The day’s playful antics had provided them with joyful memories and a reminder of the importance of laughter and friendship. They parted ways with promises of future gatherings, their hearts lighter and their spirits uplifted by the day’s playful adventure.

[sneakygoldie]

Nagisa VS Usagiiii!

[miracle-romance]

Married Harumichi doodle ,,,, based on this !!

[bimobuddy]

two posts in the span of five minutes but I'm watching Sailor Moon and I just need to say that I definitely think Rei tickles Usagi when she starts whining (which is all the time)

[alechans-cutetickles]

Oh thx u ^//^💕

(Oh grazie ^//^💕)

A Gift For @alechans-cutetickles

[luveline]

Hello! If you’re taking requests could we see how the kbd universe would be if dove said a little bad word? I just love her she’s trouble!

kbd —steve's daughter repeats something she shouldn't. mom!reader

Dove used to be quiet. 

When she was a baby, up until her terrible twos, Steve would estimate, she was about as talkative as her mouse of an older sister, Beth. Steve would tell people they were like the light and dark of the moon, Beth sweet and shy, Dove stubborn and a little stern for a baby. She obviously wasn't always grumpy, far from it, but she saved up her words for when she really needed them. 

Like now, apparently. “Daddy!” she says, grinning as she runs through Robin's back garden patio. “Mora– Mora says– says–” Dove scrambles into his lap, the patio chair squeaking under their combined weight. “Grass is fucking wet!” 

The merry processions of friendship scratch to a halt. Steve stares at Dove in shock, unsure if he's hearing his baby girl correctly. You gawp from over Beth's shoulders where she's sitting in your lap.

Eddie bursts into laughter beside him, smacking his poker cards down onto the glass table as he leans in. 

“No!” Steve says instinctively. “Don't say that! That's such a bad word, honey! No no no!” 

Dove is clearly torn between the two loudest reactions. She loses all regrets when you giggle. “What?” she asks, giggling in similar fashion. 

“Baby, you can't say that,” you say through laughter, almost knocking over Beth's cup of juice as you sit forward. “That's such a naughty word!”  

“Would you quit laughing?” Steve says. 

“Aunt Mora has a potty mouth,” Eddie says. Despite his infinite outburst, he swoops in to back Steve up, and Steve remembers why he likes him. “You can't say that.” 

“Grass is fucking wet?” Dove asks. Fuck sounds a thousand shades of wrong in her mouth. 

“Oh my gosh,” you laugh, hiding your face in Beth's back. She laughs with you, tickled by your breath on her shoulder blades. 

Robin pauses in the patio door with a jug of juice in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in the other. “Did she just say what I think she said?” 

“Babe, please don't say that. Just say that the grass is wet, okay? Don't repeat Aunt Mora.” 

Robin looks down to the bottom of the garden where Mora and your eldest daughter, Avery, stand looking at the flowers in the dirt beds. “I told her not to swear in front of them, I promise, but she thinks that kids deserve all the same rights as adults, you know? She's passionate–”

“That's what I'm supposed to tell people when she starts at school? Sorry my daughter swears like a sailor, her hippie aunt is just super passionate?” Steve asks. 

You laugh so hard you start coughing. Dove assumes you're laughing at her, and she says fuck a couple more times to make sure. You almost throw up. Steve gets so annoyed he has to eat his sandwich in silence, but then Dove says, "Daddy, you want to see the fucking wet grass?" (Grass like gwass) and he lets out a startled chuckle. It's difficult to be angry from then on.

And yet not impossible. Fucking Mora.

[writing-fanics]

Catalina Reyes

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Jaime held a straight face as his one year old daughter. Catalina bounced her diaper on his face as she stared at the television. Watching whatever was on tv.

Catalina babbled and cooed, her tiny feet pressed against her fathers head. Jaime scrolled through his phone, watching the occasional Tik Tok.

“Baba baba,” Catalina babbled, and Jaime chuckled and smiled as he continued to school through his phone. Scrolling through countless pictures, one during Halloween where Y/n got him to dress up as tuxedo mask. She as sailor moon and Catalina as Chibi moon in a infant costume.

*fart*

Jaime face froze while his daughter burst into laughter. He gagged and shouted in horror, as the smell of her poopy diaper wafted through his nose.

He picked her up and held her away from his nose, “Ew! Catalina what the heck!” He shouted, and started cursing in Spanish.

“What’s wrong?”

“Our daughter farted in my face.” He said, looking at [Y/n] and she burst into laughter. Looking at her boyfriend as he started to change his daughter diaper, “Goodness, so much poop for a little human.” He said, and Catalina just laughed as she looked up at her father.

“Ugh, I can still smell it in my nose.” He said, in disgust. [Y/n] walked into the bathroom and cooed, “How’s my little princess? Who’s a poopy baby you are you are!” [Y/n] cooed, over her daughter who giggled as her mother started tickling her on her stomach.

“You definitely are your fathers child, farting in his face.” She giggled, and Jaime rolled his eyes as he finished changing her throwing the ruined diaper away in the trash.

“Okay okay, can you take the poopy baby somewhere else I need to wash my face.” Jaime said, looking at his girlfriend and daughter. [Y/n] looked at him picking up their daughter and stuck her tongue out at Jaime playfully.

A/n: wrote this in a rush better one coming soon

[baksuz-art]

another "redraw in your style" challenge, this time self-imposed. i really enjoyed drawing sailor moon last time, and it kinda tickled my nostalgia. so what better to draw next, than my favourite magical girl :3 i had hard time choosing a screencap on my own, so i picked a few and then rolled in wow for one, lol. i did crop it tho, because i *really* wanted it to fit the same format as sailor moon, even if it wasn't super optimal u_u

[city-tickles]

a video I really liked on youtube is now unavailable, im hoping you might be able to help me find it again? It was a japanese superhero in a green sailor moon type costume losing the fight because the bad guys kept tickling her

Hi!

I’m surprised I actually have it. Or a variation of it lol. I remember these videos used to be around all the time and I would get them but not really watch them. I’m gonna include the video. It’s definitely one of the more interesting videos I’ve seen. Hope you enjoy!

[dsaf-confessions]

I've been in the dsaf fandom for a year or two by now lol. but like I've only been lurking and...some fans take dsaf TOO seriously. Like, no hate. none at all. but,, I wish people acknowledged more often that Dayshift at freddy's at it's core, is silly. like, all three games are full of jokes (some less than others) and that's the original premise. Yeah, there's the serious lore bits and all.. but what about the SILLY bits? Can we have the silly bits appreciated? Jack can piss for 15 minutes straight, Dave ate an entire ashtray of lit cigarette butts and lost his sense of taste after, ALL the phone guys were programmed to say "darn" and "heckin'!" as a substitute for swearing, and Dee is a tickler (not ticklish, a TICKLER she tickled Dave til his springlocks went off in the premature ending, and she can tickle Jack when in the suit to set it off if you don't wind the box). Henry is the reason why they have cameras in the fazbender's bathrooms.

I love seeing the serious bits too, but I wish people spent as much time with the silly bits as the serious ones. Even when it comes to making your own silly bits!!! Like, yess!!!! Go write that Undertale!DSAF AU. Go write about Dave and Jack as kitchen appliances. Go write about what you headcannon Dee's favorite songs and movies are. Go write about Jack having magical princess half wolf demon powers. EVEN WITH THE PAINTINGS!!! I saw a drawing of Dave and Jack in sailor moon get up and they killed it. absolutely. I know the dsaf artists out here are killing it with their art, it's all amazing and I have lovingly gazed at all of them before. and yes!!!!! Go RP as Peter Kennedy having a deep carnal desire for bird watching, go RP as Harry Fitzergald enjoying himself at an aquarium, go RP as Dave Miller spending hours trying to figure out how air fryers work so he can give it a shot at building one at home.

Please do anything your heart desires!!!!! You can look out the car window with your headphones in and listen to music while imagining sad sfms of the characters and keep it to yourself. But if you wish to share, just now that there's people out there that have been wishing someone would create what they've been imagining too!!! Make your funky spotify character playlists!! Even your youtube music ones!! Because there will be someone out there who thinks the same as you and enjoys them the same as you !!

I live for the serious ones too. Please, go write that heartfelt fic about Dave yearning for his soulless friend's presence in the afterlife. Please, go write about Jack despairing that he doesn't just stop existing after death, and is stuck in a void. Please, go write about Dee speaking to the gang in afterlife about how she wishes she had a longer childhood, and how she is sad that the very few things that made her childhood a childhood is gone and that she can never truly have it back( jack, and all the friends and lovely gifts and animals and all the joy). Please, go write about DaveTrap surviving the fire in the good ending and being miserable because no matter how much he was angry and hateful, he missed Jack, he missed having a quarrel with him, he missed asking just one more time, if Jack wanted to kill kiddins' with him, and then him having to visit Jack's grave and despairing that Jack had never lied when he told him his name. And then DaveTrap sees the other graves, all the other ones, of the kids that died at fazbender's because of fazbender's. And he also sees a grave bearing his own name. His real name. And it was right next to four other graves, of people who's names rang bells in his ears, of people with a last name he recognized, of people he remembered betting on whether or not they'll die with Henry.

AHHH I think this might be too long. i just love ranting about my ideas because as much as i have a love for writing, i can never execute the ideas. they are cursed to forever be just an idea i can share to my friends who don't like dsaf but like hearing my rambles.

So, whoever is reading this, please go enjoy the games as much as you wish!! enjoy the silly AND the serious side !!!!!

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[blueysobssesions]

Imagine~

Fem! Reader x husband! Leon

y/n and leon playing with their precious Daughter and his daughter and wife suprise him with a costume from an anime (sailor moon UwU) and persuade him to try it for a family matching costumes hihi

Btw love your fanfic,

You deserve a sweet cookie 🍪

Thank You for the cookie anon !!! I don't really know about Sailor Moon but I am obsessed with their art style! Anyways... I'm thinking about You being sailor moon and Leon - Tuxedo mask (Please tell me that I'm doing it right?) and maybe your daughter in a sailor moon mini version ??

This was so cute to write ><"

D/n = Daughter Name

(938 words)

Husband!Leon kennedy x Wife!Reader

"Daddy! Give it back!" Your daughter whined as she tried to reach the toy that was taken away from her by her dad. "Where's my good morning kiss, huh?" he said, “You'll get your kiss once you give my toy back!” She tried to get it by jumping, but failed. “You promise?” He can see his daughter making a sad face. She nodded, and Leon smiled and gave her toy back. D/N took it from his grasp and embraced it. Leon just looked at her in awe. “Where's my kiss?” he asked. He kneeled down so she could reach him. She smiled and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "I love you, dad!" she said, then hugged him with the toy in her hands. Leon wants to cry so bad because of how loving and caring his daughter was. She yelped when he suddenly lifted her up and set her on his arms “Why don't we wake up, mommy?” He looked at her with a grin. She giggled and nodded. Leon then made his way towards the shared bedroom while holding his daughter. It's 8 in the morning, and you're still not awake. He was standing in front of the door and slowly opening it to not wake you up, and there you were. All cuddled up and sleeping peacefully. He then looked at his daughter and whispered, “Go and wake mommy up, and maybe I'll buy that cereal you always wanted.” Her eyes widened with excitement as she jumped out of his grasp and ran towards you. He laughed, feeling grateful for these small moments of joy with his family. He watched his daughter climb up on the bed and plop herself on top of you. “Mmmmm,” you groaned, your eyes slowly starting to open. “Goodmorning beautiful!” “Mommy!! Wake up!” You winced at the loud noise coming from your daughter but smiled. “Mmm, good morning, you two.” Your daughter then laid herself next to you. “Hey, sweetie, did you have a good nap?” you said as you slowly stroked her hair. ��mhm! I did,” she smiled. You then felt Leon crawl behind you and place his arms on your hips while lying down. You turned your head to look at Leon and smiled back at him. The three of you then lay there, enjoying the moment in comfortable silence.

The living room was filled with the sound of giggles from your daughter. You laughed as you tickled her as she lay down. “M-Mom!! haha! Nooo!” you laughed. “Alright alright… You little minx!” Giggling, she sat up. Suddenly, you remembered something: Hey, d/n, let's surprise Daddy?" Yeah? You smiled at her, and her eyes sparkled. You giggled; she's really fond of surprises when they're coming from you. “Yeah! How are we going to surprise him?” she asked you with an eager look on her face. “I recently bought costumes for us! And I know it will be cute on you,” you said as you boop her nose, making her giggle. “You know how much he just loves seeing you being cute.” Leon melts when he sees his daughter in a cute shark hoodie. He would take pictures and brag about it to his close friends, including Chris. He always says that his daughter is the cutest thing in the world, and he can't resist spoiling her with toys and treats. “C'mon! Let's get dressed!” You stood up; you were about to give a hand to her, but seeing how excited she was, she ran towards the bedroom.

The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen. Leon was humming while cooking the pancakes, which were in the shape of a heart. When he saw the pancakes were ready, he turned off the gas and put the pancakes on the plate, saying, “Breakfast is ready!” Just be ready to see him in an apron saying, “Best dad.” “Coming!" he smiled when he heard d/n. He put the pancakes on the table with the syrup. He was happy to have made his daughter's favorite breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning. Footsteps were then heard: “Finally! I made your favorite.” He couldn't continue his sentence because he was stunned at what he was seeing. You are wearing what looks like a cosplay costume, and his daughter is in a mini version of the cosplay. He stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend what was happening, before finally asking, "What's going on here?" “Daddy! Look at me! I'm little Sailor Moon!” she said proudly to him. He smiled at her and said, "You look just like her with your hair in those buns. Have you been practicing your moon tiara action pose?" Her daughter then giggled and went to sit on the chair to eat the pancakes. “And you,” he said, then made his way towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist “You look beautiful and adorable in these,” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. “Well, I bet you'll look handsome in a tuxedo mask.” You grinned at him. You then brought out the clothes behind you. He chuckled again, knowing that you were up to something. As you handed him the clothes, he looked at them. “Really?” He looked at you, and you laughed. “C'mon! Join in! You're going to look fine in that. You flirted, and it seemed that it worked. He smiled back and replied, “Thanks, but I'm more into you wearing the Sailor Moon costume,” he said as he pecked your lips. “D/N wants to see you in that costume, though.” You whined at him, giving him your puppy eyes that he couldn't dodge. He chuckled and pulled you closer. “Well, if it's for D/N's sake, I guess I have no choice but to wear it, huh?” and god, he was definitely hot when he wore it.

Yes, I'm back doing the requests!!!!

[sneakygoldie]

some goofy tk art bc yassss

@fukastarr

[issillage]

Childe — fluff

“And he fell in love like a naive sailor with a mermaid.”

When the clear sky of Liyue was dotted with sparkling stars, Childe looked at the foaming waves and inhaled the clean sea air. Putting a shell to his ear — which was brought ashore with the tide — he listened to the call of the lonely sea. But the sea was no longer dreary, because on the very day when the sirens seemed to sing an ode to love, — Childe met you.

And like a sailor who fell in love with a mermaid, he was drowning; so deeply, as if he’d fallen into the abyss again.

Warm Liyue gives way to cold Snezhnaya, Childe takes you to his homeland, and you create a nest — a home together, in which laughter, quarrels, and conciliatory sounds of love are heard. Sometimes you get lonely; being a harbinger, Childe is rarely at home, faithfully wreaking havoc all over Teyvat.

You look longingly at the winter expanses outside the window and remember how you once basked under the warm rays in the Harbour. For two months now you’ve been all alone, in a cold and unfriendly country and in eternal expectation when your lover's ginger head will finally appear on the threshold.

“Y/n?” the sound of the door opening is heard. Shaking the snow off his shoulders, Childe enters the house and first of all looks for you with his eyes. “You home? I swear to Archons, I'm gonna die if I don't hug you right now.”

Finding your figure sitting on the windowsill and looking at him with resentment, Childe approaches with a guilty smile. Without thinking twice, he wraps you in his arms, and curly hair tickling your cheek as he buries his face into your neck.

“I know, I know. Sorry, i had some troubles in Fontaine... their archon is a schizophrenic woman, ugh.” he complained, pressing you closer to him. His hands are cold after the street, but scorchingly loving when he gets under your T-shirt and counts the vertebrae with his fingers. “But let's not talk about it. I haven't touched you for two months; you have no idea how I'm starved for you, my little mermaid.”

Lips leaves kisses on your neck, painful and needy touches, that leaving purple hickeys and bites — proof of his hunger and longing for you.

“I brought gifts to everyone. Fontaine is famous for it’s inventions and I think Teucer will like these toys.” the words mixed with the sounds of kisses, his hands randomly wandered over your curves, unable to stop in one place. “While I was away, did you visit them often? We should to go to parents together, but... it seems we won't leave the house for at least a week.”

He missed you so much; your smell, your grumbling, and your laughter. Childe missed you so much that he’s not going to let you out of bed for many more nights — the moon will be replaced by the sun, and the sun by the moon, while Childe will revel in your moans coming from your lips.

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[makoami]

Since I November I have been trying to watch as many magical anime as a can from oldest to newest because I'm obsessed with evolution. That and I want to do an analysis on how magical anime went from Sally the Witch, to Sailor Moon, to Precure and so on. In addition I' also give my opinion on which ones I enjoyed the most or least. For this post though I'll just go over the 60s and 70s magical girls I've seen. Some elements I'm looking out for in the "magical girl formula" are: 1. Animal Sidekick, 2. Transformation sequence, 3. main romance subplot, 4 saving the day, 5. Special Attacks, 6. Becomes someone older, 7. Becomes an Idol, 8. Magical powers.

First is Sally the Witch - 1966

Sally the Witch fits into both 4 and 8. She has magical powers, she does end up using them to both pull pranks, make life easier, or save the day. As a show it's pretty good. It reminds me a lot of Bewitched and seemed to be a huge influence. There's a crow character who pretends to be her younger brother in human form but I'm not sure if he counts as an animal sidekick. The anime has a lot dated moments and some I wasn't a fan of. I alsp had a hard time getting used to some of the 60s designs of characters. Unfortunately, I was not able to watch all episodes in order so that was a bummer. Other than that, Sally was a pioneer for more magical girls to come.

I was not able to finds episodes of Himitsu no Akko-chan, Mako-chan or Majokko Tickle but if anyone knows how I could watch some episodes lmk.

Princess Knight - 1967

I really liked this one and I think this is my favorite 60s anime. The manga is from 1953 so this technically might be the first magical girl. It doesn't follow a whole lot of the magical girl formula but she does save the day. The main character, Sapphire, has a guardian angel name Tink who could sort count as the animal side kick and she has a horse that helps her out on her quest. Sadly I was not able to see the entire subbed series and I am considering just watching the dub to finish the series off. Overall though, this show was very girl boss for the 60s and was genuinely entertaining.

Marvelous Melmo - 1971

Marvelous Melmo is another show I really enjoyed and made me emotional at times. After Melmo's mom dies in a car accident, she gives her red and blue candy to tranform into someone younger or older. It also gives her the ability to transform into animal. And she does use said powers from the candy to save the day. The show itself was very educational on evolution and human development. I was several episodes in when I realized I was watching a version that was redubbed by a whole new cast of voice actors in Japan, back in 1998. I'm curious to see how the original 70s version was. Aside from that, I highly recommend this one.

Next is Cutie Honey 1973

Okay, I will be honest, I haven't seen Cutie Honey in a long time and need to re-watch it. If I find anymore elements to the magical girl formula for Cutie Honey, I'll make another post about it. What I do remember is that she does have a transformation sequence, she saves the day, and can also transform into someone older. I think their is an episode where she shape shifts into an old lady. In some ways, her heroic and fearless character reminds me of Princess Knight and I look forward to rewatching the series.

Majokko Meg-Chan - 1974

Majokko Meg-chan had a lot of similarities to Sally the Witch. Meg is a witch in training, she wants to get better at her magic. In terms of the magical girl formula, she has magical powers and does use them in scenarios to save the day or make life easier. In all honesty this was my least favorite and I couldn't finish the series. The show tries to teach Meg that family is important and that her family in the human world really loves her. But then Meg's younger siblings pull pranks on her...I don't want to go on a tangent because I'm sure there are people who really enjoyed it. It just wasn't for me. I did love the theme songthough, it's so damn catchy.

Hana no Lun Lun - 1979

Only 3 or 4 episodes were available for me to watch but I really wish I could finish the series. Lun Lun has two animal sidekicks, a talking cat and dog. Due to being the flower child, she is able to use flowers to change into different outfits. I can't remember many episodes where she saves the day but the show does follow the trope of Lun Lun having a kind heart forming friendships with the people she meets.

[milqueandsugar]

I don’t know if you do hc’s but if you do could you do hc’s about ghostbur x touch starved! reader? or just anything to do with ghostbur? I love that funky ghost lol

🏵Your Tea Is Ready🏵

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

| Ghostbur / Touch starved! Reader |

It was late, the moon nearly tipping towards its apex, heavy and full. Most of your nights were spent with you're ghostly companion. A little depressing, perhaps, but quality time goes beyond the grave sometimes. You lay in a flower filled field, watching fireflies flicker and stars peak out from passing clouds carried by a warm summer breeze.

Ghostbur raises his arm suddenly, his grayish skin difficult to see in the dark but you just manage manage follow his index finger, pointed somewhere distant.

"That's my favorite constellation, do you see it there? Right behind that tree." His voice is cool and crisp like the crunch of autumn leaves. He always reminded you of fall, in both life and death. "It's called Lyra, like, Lyre the instrument." You nod, you see his lips twitch into a smile, a small one, but a smile.

You squint, you infact, do not see any pattern or shape in the sky by the said tree. "No, not seeing it."

"Really?" He asks, stunned, his arm falling to his chest and he turns fully towards you.

"Not everyone can recognize stars, y'know." You snort playfully, you turn to look at him, and scrunch your nose as the grass tickles your face.

Ghostbur rolls his eyes and smiles, sitting up suddenly, you follow suit. He points once more, a little higher this time.

"Right there, the star that looks kind of blueish?"

"Blue? Everything looks blue to you."

He huffs, once again you try to follow his point. You never noticed hoe all stars look practically the same until you really had to look for a specific one. You'd make a horrible sailor you realize with a bitter thought.

"I don't think the pointing is helping entirely."

"I'd make a sign if I had the materials."

You blow some air out of your nose hard, and suddenly a cool hand wraps around your own, extending your index finger and positioning your arm ever so. Despite his chill his fingers make you feel feverish, your face warm and must definitely turning red. Gods bless the night time darkness.

"You see, there."

Maybe if you were looking at the sky his assistance would help, but you're eyes were locked onto his hand, so carefully wrapped around your wrist. He swiftly slightly, his hand coming up a bit further up your fore arm. You shiver at the sensation, and he pulls away quick.

"Oh, sorry, my hands must be cold." Ghostbur rubs his hands together, as if that could create friction heat with his ghostly apparition. Maybe not everything human was lost in death. Maybe.

"No, no, I'm just.. I don't know, I guess no one really held my hand before."

If the news of you being poor at constellation sighting was shocking, this revelation looked like it might put him in the grave, a second time.

"Really? Never?"

You shrug. "Okay, maybe not never, I'm not exactly counting, Bur."

"Huh."

You furrow your brow. "What, it's not that weird is it?"

Ghostbur shakes his head, his dark cursor bouncing with the movement. "I don't think I've held many hands either." He admits. "I.. I remember the good things, happy things, you. But. I don't remember alot of hand holding." He looks lost in thought if only for a moment.

"I guess this is a good time to start for both of us then." You reach forward and interlock your fingers with his.

He smiles, awkwardly, a boyish charm to his lopsided grin. "Yeah. No one I'd rather hold hands with then you."

"Even if I can't pick out constellations?"

He snorts, beaming now. "Even if you can't pick out constellations."

[gripefroot]

something from your favorite sailor moon pairing?

“Show me what it’s like.”

Jupiter’s abrupt demand drew Nephrite’s attention away from the rocks he was skipping across the crystal surface of the lake. Another day, another tryst between their leiges - another afternoon spent alone in the shade of willow trees as swans made scarce currents in the sparkling azure water. 

“What what is like?” he asked, and threw another rock - it skipped six times, and sank. 

“Those things...that Princess Serenity and your prince do,” she said. And the others, she thought, still tangled up from seeing Venus and Kunzite pressed against the castle wall several days before. Her friend’s flushed face, the low growling coming from Kunzite...Jupiter had rushed away before they saw her, but the craving it instilled in her. It was agony. 

Nephrite’s mouth was drawn in a thin line as he turned to stare back at the lake. Tossing a stone in his hand, and catching it. “Staring at each other?” His voice was dry. “Making feeble declarations of love?”

“Kissing,” Jupiter said bluntly. 

His head whipped towards her, brunette locks dragging against his cape, fringe threatening to fall in front of his eyes. Those brown eyes - the ones she dreamed of when the sky was dark and stars glittered and she tangled in her lonely bed in Silver Millenium - widened as he blinked in a flurry. “You want me to show you what kissing is like?” 

“Yes.” 

Rock clenched in hand, Nephrite ran his opposite hand through his hair, mussing the strands as he blew out a breath. Perched on a boulder with her bare feet tickling the surface of the water, Jupiter merely waited. 

“You’ve never been kissed?” he asked. Hedging a real answer, but her brashness did that to people. Stunned them, as Nephrite was stunned now. He just needed a moment, so she’d give it. 

“No,” she told him. “And don’t bother pretending like you don’t know how - I’ve heard enough rumors about you to know that would be a lie.” She plastered a winning smile as Nephrite blinked again as if struck in the face. 

“Rumors,” he repeated. 

Jupiter shrugged. “You’re the favorite of the prince’s guard. You’re a popular topic of conversation amongst his people.” 

He didn’t look at her. Squinting towards the swans, as if those violent, smelly birds were safer to give his attention to than her. She straightened on the boulder, flicking water into the air with her toes. 

“I would’ve thought a princess as pretty as you would’ve been kissed before,” Nephrite said in an even voice at last. 

She shrugged again. “I’m too tall.” 

He cast her a disapproving glance. “Any man who would think that is a terrible excuse of masculinity.” 

“I don’t want other men to kiss me,” Jupiter said. “I want you to kiss me.” 

She watched his throat bob in a swallow. And then another. His poor hand - white-knuckled in a fist - could be cut by that rock he was holding. Her eyes flickered there, and then back to his face expectantly. 

“You can refuse,” she said. “I’ll find someone else.” 

“I’m not refusing.” Nephrite’s response cracked sharper than a whip. Sharper than lightning. Dark brows drawing together, pinched on the cusp of some indecision. He opened his mouth, and then closed it. And then with pain lacing his voice, “You only want me to show you what kissing is like? That’s all?” 

Jupiter tilted her head to the side, hair spilling over her shoulder as she stared at his face. The emotion that raged there. I want you to show me what all of it is like, she thought. What is it about men and what they do with women that turns us into such moon-eyed creatures? That softens the most battle-hardened men into sweet fluffballs? What does it feel like?

“I’m curious about all of it, really,” she decided to say, twirling a finger in a lock of her hair. Nephrite’s eyes narrowed in on the action, his shoulders tightening. “The flirting, the kissing - the...other things.”

“The - the other things.” His voice was a deep croak. 

“Sex,” Jupiter said helpfully.

“Right.” Nephrite cleared his throat. “I gathered that.” 

But still he didn’t answer. She wasn’t one to back down from asking for what she wanted, or even from a fight - not that she expected this man to indulge in the more chaotic emotions one could pick and choose from. But Jupiter frowned all the same, bracing the heels of her hands on the boulder as she drew her feet through the cool water, the sloshing of the movement the only noise that buffeted them apart from distant birdsong. 

After a few moments he unclenched his fist, adjusting his steps to send it careening for the lake - but it didn’t skip this time. A single deafening plop took it to a shallow grave, and Nephrite huffed in frustration. His bangs floated in front of his face for a moment before falling back. 

“Better luck next time,” Jupiter said. 

He glared. The meeting of their eyes was strung out between them like a thread pulled taut from each end. Her fingers clenched into the boulder, a deep shudder in the granite revealing too much of her strength. Breathing out, she loosened her grip and wove her fingers together in her lap, instead. 

“I’ll kiss you,” Nephrite said. 

“I shouldn’t have asked,” she mumbled back. A heated flush was working its way up her neck, now. Belated regret for her impulsivity. But was it impulsive if she’d thought about kissing him since the day they met? No. Asking him had been impulsive. And stupid. 

“I’m glad you did.” The gravel of the shoreline shifted under his boots as he walked towards her. Hands in his pockets. But too tense to be a true swagger, as capable as he was of it. “I’m...glad you thought of me. I can think of a hundred men I wouldn’t trust with something like...this.” 

Jupiter lifted a brow as he came to a stop a few feet away, a lopsided smile lifting one side of his mouth. 

“With you,” Nephrite clarified, as if he understood her unspoken question. “Come down from there. I don’t want to get my trousers dirty scrambling up to sit by you.” 

She grinned and swung her legs over the side to leap onto the shore. The rough sand dug into her bare feet, but she barely noticed - he was much closer now, the flecks of gold in his brown eyes shining with unfamiliar warmth as something in her soul sang in response. 

Stars, the twisting and roiling in her belly - 

“Let’s go to the shade,” he said, and offered a hand. “It’ll be more comfortable.” 

Jupiter found that she couldn’t really say anything. Only slide her gloved hand into his bare one, letting his strong fingers curl over hers with a strength that she’d felt from so few others. It turned her singing soul into a wailing one, mouth dry as he tugged her towards the trees with a grin. 

She was about to be kissed. By Nephrite. 

It was so easy to trust him. A human man. Was that strange? Was she as duped as Princess Serenity, falling in love with the green earth and its vitality of life? Her knees were shaking as she followed him, climbing up into the mossy undergrowth beneath the willows as he dropped her hand, and turned. 

Jupiter swallowed. That blazing look on his face. 

“Kissing is more than the simple meeting of lips,” Nephrite crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It’s how you respond. In here.” And he tapped where his heart beat with one long finger. “That’s what makes it...enjoyable.” 

“Sounds simple enough,” she said, because she couldn’t think of anything more clever to say. 

“It’s about the anticipation.” 

She was riveted as she watched - the tip of his tongue darting out from between his lips to wet them. They stayed parted, his breath sounding ragged all of a sudden as Jupiter realized that she was staring at his mouth - that her own heart was beating like thunder and her hands shook at her side. 

Nephrite took mercy on her. Grasping her shoulders, he gently steered her to the side, taking a step forward and forcing her to step back - until she was pressed against the rough bark of a tree, still staring up at him as he peered down at her. The gold flecks were gone, in the shade of the leaves: his eyes were all dark, endless, and promising. 

“Princess,” he breathed out - his scent washed warmly over her face, and she smelled mint and lemon. His fingers stayed gripping into her bare arms, though her skin hummed in pleasured response as they stroked towards her elbow. 

Jupiter’s eyes fluttered shut, just for a moment - just to feel his muscled body lined up with hers, parallel but not quite touching. Only where their hands were, leaving prints of heat where their skin touched. And then his hands dropped, and she nearly moaned in disappointment. 

“What are you waiting for?” Her question wasn’t as brusque and uncaring as she intended - it was feeble and wanting. 

“I’m waiting,” Nephrite said, his voice colored with amusement, “for you to strike me with lightning.”

“I’m not going to do that,” Jupiter said crossly. 

“No?” 

She opened her eyes, scowling up at him for hesitating - but his teeth were flashed in a white grin as his gaze darted upwards. 

“The sun is blotted out,” he remarked. “By clouds. Isn’t that your doing, Princess? There was nothing but blue as far as I could see when I escorted the prince this morning.” 

“I didn’t realize I was doing it,” she told him. And let out a long, slow breath - releasing the building power in her veins as she sagged against the tree. The pressure slackened, carrying away the threatening storm that responded to her emotions. 

“You’re so powerful.” 

The whisper caressed her cheek. He’d moved closer. Leaning in. Jupiter stared at him, but his eyes were lowered to watch her mouth. A whine from the bark indicated that he’d planted one hand above her head, as if to keep himself upright. His other hand, however...lifted to her chin, pinching it gently between his thumb and index fingers. Tugging down, he parted her lips as he gave a sultry smile, warm as the dappled sun that played between the leaves now that she’d cast the clouds away. 

Even the minty taste of his breath was enough to tie her insides in tangles and snarls. Jupiter reached behind her to hold onto the tree as well, her fingertips cracking the bark as she sagged slightly. Nephrite leaned down further, still staring at her mouth. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you,” he murmured. “Wanted to know whether you taste as wild as you look. As you smell.” 

“What do you think I’ll taste like?” Jupiter was bold enough to ask, her own voice barely above a whisper. 

Nephrite breathed in, finally lifting his gaze to devour her. Such pools of heat, molton brown that swept over her like a rush of rain - “Like a salty sea squall that sends ships to a watery grave,” he said, the pad of his thumb tracing over her bottom lip as she moaned aloud, unable to restrain herself from releasing that one sliver of tension. “Gusts of rain over a field of wheat. Blustering, freezing wind on a dark winter morning. The burning crack of a lightning strike that sizzles in summer heat.” 

“I didn’t know you were a poet,” she managed to say in a hoarse voice, but his responding chuckle was so deep, so dark that she almost wished she hadn’t heard it. 

It was the kind of knowing laugh that would drag her through black space and endless stars on an eternal journey; desperate, howling - 

She couldn’t wait. She didn’t care that it was about the anticipation. Not when her own storm was untangling the entirety of her guts to burn her alive from her core - 

Jupiter seized his face between her hands, and dragged him down. 

Nephrite gave a muffled bleat, and then a groan as his lips slacked against hers. The warm flesh was such a combination of mint and lemon and man and musk that she never wanted to taste anything else again - and then his arm was around her waist, dragging her closer to his body as he bore down on her. 

“Let me in,” he growled, and in surprise her lips parted - his tongue plunged between them, drinking up her gasp of astonishment, and then pleasure as he groaned into her as if he never wanted to taste anything else, either. 

She tangled her fingers in his loose hair without meaning to. But the silken waves were a sour reminder that the world existed outside of their mouths. Stars, she could kiss him forever - was this what had seduced Princess Serenity so easily? And Venus - her warrior friend that had softened into a true goddess of love whenever she plucked silver hairs from her clothes with a sappy smile on her face? 

“Jupiter,” Nephrite groaned, and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest, of his ragged breathing pressed against her - his thighs like trunks of birch around hers, his hand trailing down…

He grasped her backside with another groan, another sweep of his tongue inside her mouth, and Jupiter might have died right then and there if immortality wasn’t as much part of her as her bones and blood and the wind and rain. 

“I like kissing,” she panted into his mouth, swallowing his breathy chuckle as he pulled away. But only enough to lean his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. He released her backside, a twinge of regret in the lines of his face. Normally so composed, so calm...Jupiter recognized the signs of wild turbulence inside of him. 

“That was a little more than normal kissing,” Nephrite admitted. His nose nuzzled alongside hers, his breath still blooming over her face. “I got...carried away.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

Her arms still draped over his shoulders, Jupiter hummed to herself, letting the pleasure settle into her skin like a tattoo. Permanent. Neverending. She twirled a lock of his hair around her finger, tugging slightly.

“You taste like ash and light.” His voice was guttural, deeper than ever. And he littered tender, soft kisses around her mouth, utterly delicious and distracting. “I think you did strike me with lightning, princess. You’ve left me a shell of a man.” 

“Kiss me again,” Jupiter dared, and saw only a flash of his grin before he obeyed. 

This time the tips of his fingers skating along the bare skin above her knee. Tendrils of wicked warmth sunk beneath her skin from his touch, worming their way upward as she gasped, clenching onto the collar of his cape as she trembled like earth at an onslaught of thunder from above. 

“Do you like that?” Nephrite positively purred into her ear, sending shivering heat down her damp neck. She was sweating - not just from the oppressive summer heat. 

“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.” 

Higher his fingers explored, tracing circles on her bare flesh, closer and closer to where the fire inside her continued to burn. The flames licking higher with each pass he made, aching when his hand sank back down. 

“Am I a good teacher, then?”

He was smirking. Any other human at any other time would flare up her rage with such an expression, but Nephrite...Jupiter would let him eat her alive and beg for more with her last breath. Her heart was thudding so loud she could hear her blood in her ears. Like she’d been drawn beneath the surface of the lake and drowning was imminent, but she welcomed the release - 

“Satisfactory,” Jupiter murmured, and another dark chuckle sank beneath her skin as his fingers traveled higher - 

- but still not touching where she ached. A moan slipped past her lips as he completed the circle pattern, back down towards her knee. 

“How does it feel, princess?” 

Was he doing this because he knew she was struggling to form words? Jupiter wet her lips with her tongue, watching his eyes darken as they drank in the sight of it. The only sign that he was as affected by this as she was. If she was going to drown, she wanted to take him with her. 

“Like hot, writhing snakes live in my belly,” she told him softly. Nephrite’s eyes flicked back up to hers, slightly widened as he traced another circle on the inside of her thigh. Not close enough. She gritted her teeth, shifting with her back against the trunk of the tree as she held his gaze. 

“Fascinating,” he whispered. Another circle. Nearer yet to her center, her burning core - a bead of sweat trailed down the side of her face. “Do you want me to stop, princess?”

“No,” Jupiter said. 

Nephrite’s smile was dangerous in all the right ways. Beckoning her further down a path she so desperately wanted to explore. This time his fingers draped along the inside of her thigh, moving up so agonizingly slow...and then he halted a breath away. 

“You smell intoxicating,” he said. “Like a field of flowers drenched in some spell. Have you cast a spell on me?”

“I can’t cast spells.” 

“What of your friend? The goddess of love?” 

Jupiter twitched in his hand, steadying her stance as she met his melting gaze. “Spells that mimic love are mockeries of it,” she told him. “Actual love - true love - is its own magic that cannot be manipulated.” 

Nephrite hummed. An earth-shaking note that shook her to the core, too. His eyes once more dropped to her mouth, as if memorizing the very shape of it...and then he withdrew his hand from her leg, smile widening as she whimpered, and then growled in frustration as he took a step back from her. Jupiter was left alone, pushing herself back into her regular stance with the tree to her back. 

“What was that?” she demanded. “Making me feel that way and then - and then not doing anything to ease it?” 

“This is part of the fun, princess,” Nephrite said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Perhaps to conceal that his hands were trembling - but nothing got past her warrior gaze. “Drawing out the chase. Leaving each other unsatisfied and wanting more.” He paused, eyes raking up and down her body in a sweep that had her trembling again, fists clenched at her side. “To make sure they come back,” he added quietly. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t have the sense to be alarmed. As she stood there, she wondered if the expression hidden beneath the smugness wasn’t something he meant to reveal. A touch of wistful tenderness, of aching sadness.

But for a goddess born into courage, Jupiter couldn’t bear to ask him why he was sad.