#senshi would be proud of me is what I’m

[fifizero]

HEADCANNON OH MU GOZ

Falin learns how to do Marcille’s hair routine for her and they make it a bonding moment. Chilchuck does it when he’s visiting and uses it to catch up with her !!!

[unkat]

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

@psiroller let me play around in their chilaios early 2000's gamer au--please check out their other drabbles which are so delicious.

Thank you Psiroller for all your help and support! <3

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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).

[giocsev]

how about 2, 4, 12 for maraich, and 7, 8, 22 for zoisite, if it’s alright to ask for multiple characters?

Yes! Who’s going to stop me from talking about multiple faves? 😁

Maraich

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

That he expresses his displeasure with Bancoran’s behaviour very directly, like by throwing knives, which he totally deserves! 😂 I also love the Prince Maraich episode where he’s picked up on Bancoran’s eye seduction technique and uses it himself for the mission. Bancoran would be so proud.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I guess it would be cheating if I said Sailor Moon, so how about…Austin Powers! I don’t particularly like that series, but it could be fun to see how Maraich’s style of vintage absurdism fits, or doesn’t.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He would love to try Bancoran’s style and dye his hair black, just hasn’t done it yet because it would be a pain to go back to blond if he doesn’t like the black.

Zoisite

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Play with gender headcanons, dress him up in outfits over a wide range of gender presentation (getting him out of that unflattering grey uniform), exploring trans and nonbinary headcanons.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

“Despise” might be too harsh, but I’m so tired of the discourse about Zoisite’s age in the Materials Collection and nitpicking if you’re still “allowed” to ship KunZoi because Materials exists. Materials is a concept art book, not absolute canon, and we don’t have to collectively agree on Zoisite’s age. In all fairness, I will say most of the fandom does understand this and accepts different Zoisite age headcanons.

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I love seeing Zoisite interact with the other Shitennou and seeing more insight into his different relationships with them, especially with Jadeite, since we got nothing in canon.

I don’t like to see Zoisite/Mercury in any form, that ship makes me physically ill. Friendship is fine, I’ve read some fics I loved with that element, but I don’t understand how they parallel each other on their teams and I’m happier if fics in the 90s anime verse ignore any Senshi and Shitennou relationships. (Although I am reading Rubies in Zoisite, because I’ve seen several of your posts saying how amazing it is, and I’ll take whatever is coming because wow, yes, it’s amazing!)

[crazykacey]

HELLO I’M ALIVE AND BACK WITH TRANSLATIONS

Funny thing called life happened after I returned from Japan so had to sort that crap out which is why it has taken so long with the Sera Myu Chronicle pamphlet translations (and also cause the I couldn’t be bothered to translate the first bit, but I did anyway lol) SO LET’S CONTINUE WHERE WE LEFT OFF

(remember that not all translations are 100% accurate)

Greetings from a few staff members (aka my personal hell)

When I came across this production, it was really shocking to see how sensational it was for women to become soldiers, and as they continue to fight in modern times, I feel the persistence of human beliefs and justice in the fact the the world is demanding it.

Last year the baton was given to us after the many trials of Bandai’s musicals and that is all thanks to the efforts of many people.

I feel a great sense of responsibility and gratitude for being involved in this production that has a lot of history. Among them is the choreographer, Satomi Touma, who has been involved in Sera Myu for a long time. Whom achieves both “unchanging history” and “changing entertainment” with her choreography from working with the Sailor Senshi to the enemies. In that way, the “Sera Myu-ness” that cannot be expressed in words has been handed down to us and keeps on living without fading.

Without forgetting the respect for all the people involved in this production, all of us are determined to put our hearts and souls into this radiant show so that we can repay Takeuchi-sensei for all the wonderful encounters. Please enjoy the beloved songs and the brave pretty soldiers who keep on fighting till the end.

Stage manager - Kaori Miura

I am truly grateful to be able to take part in the 30th anniversary celebration of Sailor Moon which is loved throughout the world. When talking about the songs of Sailor Moon, it goes without mention that Moonlight Densetsu has such an impact that it is difficult to describe it. Even for me, who didn’t watch Sailor Moon when growing up, hearing that impressive melody and lyrics, the silhouettes of those pretty yet pretty heroes come to mind. I have been the music composer since the previous musical and finally the vague silhouettes of the heroes have finally become real. Furthermore, combined with the individuality of the cast who basically live their own characters, I’m very proud to see the company grow into a more wonderful company that attracts all Sailor Moon fans. I have great expectations fo the further leap forward, and I myself would like to enjoy this FESTIVAL to the fullest, as it will be a perfect opportunity for me to experience the numerous masterpieces of the older musicals.

Composer - Go Sakabe

Congratulations on the 30th anniversary!

The first time I was introduced to the Sailor Moon musicals was in 2014. It has been 8 years since then.

We have worked hard with many Sailor Soldiers from different generations.

The stage is more brutal than you can imagine. However, in addition to the scale of the production, there is the strength of each actor’s ambition and challenge. And after every time a performance is over, I look at everyone and notice how different everyone has become and how they have grown… They truly are like soldiers. The tears shed shed at the Senshuuraku(final performance) are like the tears of a pure girl but they are also tears full of pride and strength, that is what I think when I see them. Surely, we will all be guided by the production “Sailor Moon” in meetings, in challenges, whether we are friends or enemies, or whether we have to fight against ourselves. That is what this production has thought us. It is something universal and unwavering that pushes us forward. Thank you so much for coming to see 30th Anniversary Musical Festival Chronicle! I am overwhelmed with emotion to be able to share this time with everyone on this special milestone. I would like to continue to protect his eternal brilliance with all of you.

All of us are soldiers.

Looking forward, together.

Choreographer - Satomi Touma

Characters:

Sailor Moon/Super Sailor Moon/Usagi Tsukino

Riko Tanaka

Protector of the Moon, the Planet of Love and Justice, the Soldier of Mystery!

Normally a clumsy crybaby. She excels in the power to purify evil, and that power increases as she grows. In her previous life she was Princess Serenity, the Princess of the Moon Kingdom, Silver Millenium.

Inner Solar System Sailor Soldiers

The 4 Soldiers who protect the Princess of the Moon(Sailor Moon)

Sailor Mercury/Ami Mizuno

Kanon Maekawa

Protector of Mercury, the Planet of Water, the Soldier of Wisdom!

Genius girl with an IQ of 300. She is also the brain of the Sailor Soldiers.

Sailor Mars/Rei Hino

Rei Kobayashi

Protector of Mars, the Planet of Fire, the Soldier of War!

Unwavering cool beauty. Good at fortune-telling.

Sailor Jupiter/Makoto Kino

Kisara Matsumura

Protector of Jupiter, the Planet of Thunder, the Soldier of Protection!

Although she is very strong and good in fights, she prefers cooking and sewing.

Sailor Venus/Minako Aino

Marin Makino

Protector of Venus, the Planet of Beauty, the Soldier of Love!

The leader of the Inner Soldiers. Aggressively active in love, truly a “Soldier of Love”

Outer Solar System Sailor Soldiers

Lonely Soldiers who watch over space, other worlds and even time.

Sailor Uranus/Haruka Tennou

Shinjyu Terada

Protector of Uranus, the Planet of the Sky, the Soldier of Flight!

A special person who is both male and female. Works as a professional car racer.

Sailor Neptune/Michiru Kaiou

Ayana Kinoshita

Protector of Neptune, the Planet of the Deep Sea, the Soldier of Embrace!

Is a world-famous violinist.

Sailor Pluto/Setsuna Meiou

Chisato Minami

Protector of Pluto, the Planet of Space-Time, the Soldier of Revolution!

Is calm and has a kind heart.

Sailor Saturn/Hotaru Tomoe

Yuuka Ide

Protector of Saturn, the Planet of Silence, the Soldier of Destruction and Birth!

A quiet and mysterious girl.

Other characters:

Sailor Chibimoon/Chibiusa

Chise Niitsu

Usagi and Mamoru’s daughter from the future moon. Traveled in time to the present day to train as Sailor Chibimoon.

Luna

Yune Sakurai (Cat form)

MARISA (Human form/Snow Luna)

A black cat that guides the Sailor Soldiers. A Messenger of the Moon sent to Earth in a cold sleep state

Princess Snow Kaguya/Ms. Frozen

Sayaka Okamura

The true form of the comet “Princess Snow Kaguya”. She tried to capture and rule the Earth and was supposed to be purified by Super Sailor Moon…

Tuxedo Mask/Mamoru Chiba

Riona Tatemichi

Usagi’s gentle boyfriend who always protects her.Whenever Sailor Moon is in trouble, he always comes to her rescue. In his previous life, he was prince of the Kingdom of Earth, Prince Endymion.

Ensemble

Moeko Koizumi, Ayumi Sakisaka, Ayano Nagasawa, Yuri Hirano

After that is the Musical Numbers which you can find here.

Then is a really amazing pic of all the Senshi! Would love this as a poster <3

That's it for now! I will translate the rest when I have time! (Should be easier since I'm out of my personal hell lol)

[real-life-senshi]

AO3/FF.net Stats Quiz

Thanks @hikamaus​ for tagging me! Especially considering I’ve not published anything new chapters or stories for over a decade, and only mention me *struggling* to write here and there. lol

➼ What is your total posted word count on AO3?

So I opened an AO3 account planning to migrate things from FF.net to AO3, but haven’t gotten around to doing it yet.  On FF.net though, my posted word count is 241,711.

➼ How often do you write?

Weekly I’m hashing out and rehashing out plot points and key dialogues I have in mind for any stories I have building.  But in terms of actually writing the stories, I go in waves - e.g. I had a really good run of writing during all of my free times daily from Dec 2021 - Mar 2022, and then I hit a slump and then the flow stopped, and now I’m back to maybe writing a paragraph here or there every weekend. 

➼ Do you have a routine for writing?

Not really.  Mainly just putting headphones on with music that reflects the mood of the chapter/content I want to write, and then fully going at it.  I have multiple fanfic writing playlists for such a purpose on my iTunes. lol

➼ What are your favourite tropes/pairings?

Tropes - not really. I don’t really care about or look for any specific tropes, I’m more picky in choosing stories with good character portrayal.  That being said, hurt/comfort stories are typically the easiest to get me hooked.

Pairings:

Reinako. Duh. lol

I also used to read a lot of SwanQueen fanfiction.

➼ Do you have a favourite fic of yours?

... Sadly nope.

I definitely have high hopes of where I want to get Echoes of Time to but the fact I’m in the process of rewriting everything because I cringe in reading my old writing tell you what I think about the story at this moment.  That being said, Echoes of Times is the only one I’m thinking of rewriting out of everything I’ve posted, so it definitely holds a very special place in my heart.

➼ Your fic with the most kudos / reviews?

Echoes of Time. But that’s probably also because it’s my longest fic.  195 reviews for 25 chapters... On average 7.8 reviews per chapter, doesn’t seem too shabby for a small community?

➼ Anything you don’t like about your writing?

Lots of run on sentences. lol  I’m sure there’re many other small things that bugs me when I read my old work, but most significant is what I can think of.

➼ Now something you do like?

I don’t see this too much in reading PGSM fanfic, but I do appreciate the amount of action I’ve already got written into Echoes of Times.  As well, I like how I try to put emphasis on all the Senshi and Shitennous in the story even though Rei and Minako are my main characters.  I wanted Echoes of Time to be my vision of a PGSM sequel, which meant I would respect and follow the original material as much as I can in pacing, story development, character dynamics, and more importantly, putting emphasis on where Usagi and Mamoru should be the actual main player of why and how things happen, but I’m still trying to write the story in Rei and Minako’s perspective.  Striking that balance has been a challenge, but despite all the issues I’ve had with my old writing, balancing perspectives and character roles and involvements hasn’t been an issue I feel like I had yet.  So in that sense, I’m quite proud of myself!

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Since this is a PGSM blog, but I’ve longed since stopped reading new PGSM/Sailor Moon fanfictions, and I rarely engage with fanfic writing on Tumblr, I don’t really know who writes what and who to tag... 

@lilkearnsie - I know you’ve not written PGSM fanfic in a long time (possibly fanfiction altogether), but I’ve always enjoyed revisiting your Reinako stories.

@shitennouland - I also don’t know if you’ve written recently? But thanks for being my beta when I first started writing! <3

@primasylph - I seem to recall you write fanfiction as well? And I def know you love Ami x Nephrite in PGSM. :)

Otherwise, for anyone that does write fanfiction and visits this blogs, if you are interested in doing this tag game, please feel free to consider yourself tagged by me!  Especially if you actively write PGSM fanfiction, I’d love to know!

[merinnan]

Fic Tag Game

Grabbed from @hils79, because it looked like fun.

Name: Merinnan, which I’ve gone by for... fifteen years now, I think? Prior to that, I mostly used Calicia (and sometimes Zoi).

Fandoms: Like Hils, I’m only going to list the fandoms I’ve actually written fic for.

Star Trek: My very first fandom, and the one I’ve written the most fics for (so far - I suspect that DMBJ will overtake it. It certainly already has in terms of word count). I was (and am still) primarily a DS9 fan, and was a huge Kira/Dukat and Garak/Bashir shipper back in the day. Most of my Trekfics are DS9 fics, but I also dabbled a little bit in TOS and TNG, and had one or two crackfic crossovers that involved Voyager characters. Discovery has tempted me with a few fic ideas, but I haven’t written anything for it yet.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: aka, the show that first had me seriously questioning my sexuality. Look, Haruka and Michiru are #goals, don’t judge me. This is also where my Zoi name came from, after the first season villain Zoisite, whom I cosplayed several times. Unsurprisingly, my main ships are HaruMichi and KunZoi. Despite this fact, neither of my published Sailormoon fics are HaruMichi.

Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040: A short-lived fandom, but one I still liked enough to write a fic for and get the OST CD.

World of Warcraft: I wouldn’t say I’m really part of the fandom, per se, but I’ve been playing since the dying days of Burning Crusade, am a huge lore nerd, and started writing a crossover fic that is currently on indefinite hiatus. I do plan to come back and finish it, but first RL got in the way, and now I have to try and remember where I’d actually been planning to go with it.

A Court of Thorns and Roses: That crossover fic I just mentioned? Yeah, this is what it’s a crossover with. ACoTaR fandom went sleepy for awhile, but it’s back up and kicking now that A Court of Silver Flames is out - if any of you are still following me, it’s great to see everyone active again! To the surprise of no-one who knows me, I’m a big Nessian shipper.

Mo Dao Zu Shi / Chen Qing Ling / The Untamed: I came to this fandom via ACoTaR, actually, after a certain person (hi, @rhysand-vs-fenrys!) wouldn’t stop gushing about it :-) This is the fandom that really and seriously got me back into regular fic writing again after 15-ish years. I’m a multishipper here, and have written / am writing WangXian, NieLan, XiCheng, XuanLi, and XiSang.

Guardian / Zhen Hun: MDZS fandom led me to Guardian, which, along with DMBJ, has devoured my life in a way that hasn’t happened since my Star Trek days, and I love it! WeiLan is my major ship, but I’m also quite fond of the DaMian life raft.

Zhu Yilong: Yes, I’m going to list a person as a fandom. Zhu Yilong is one of the stars of Guardian, and is both incredibly pretty and an incredibly talented actor. So much so that I have suffered through some truly terrible dramas just to watch him in them. I do not write Z1L-fic, since RPF of living people is a personal squick of mine, but I am working on a massive crossover fic of most of his characters.

Mo Du: Guardian led me along to more of Priest’s works, such as Mo Du, which is now officially my favourite book, and I adore the main WenZhou ship. The Mo Du fandom right now is pretty tiny, and I’m still working on my first fic for it, but I hope that it will grow with the donghua due out this year, and the drama having just started filming.

Daomu Biji / The Lost Tomb: I initially came into this fandom because of Zhu Yilong, who played Wu Xie in the Reboot / Reunion / Chongqi drama, and then I got sucked into the fandom pit of all of the books and dramas and spinoffs, and it’s wonderful and fantastic. I have written so much for it, and have so much more planned. PingXie and PingXieSang are my main ships here, but I’m also a HeiHua fan, and very much enjoying the RiSang pool noodle that @kholran created.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort and crack are my major ones.

Fic I spent most time on: A toss-up between Endings and Beginnings and Reunion, both DS9 fics. Endings and Beginnings is an alternate ending to the show, while Reunion is a Gul Dukat-centric fic set around, oh, season 5ish? Both were written for and initially published in print fanzines, so in addition to time spent writing, there was a lot of back and forth for editing, etc.

Favourite fic(s) you’ve written: Look, I honestly couldn’t say. I like most of the fics I’ve written, and there are several that I’m really proud of and really like.

Fic I spent least time on: Silent Graves, a super angsty DMBJ/Lost Tomb Xiaoge fic. I think I wrote it in like 15 minutes.

Longest fic: Cat’s Paw, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang canon rewrite fic I co-wrote with @xantissa, at  247 826 words. For fics written by just me, not with a co-writer, then that would be Nevermore, my WIP MDZS/CQL XiCheng Pacific Rim AU, at 22 276 words and counting.

Shortest fic: Every entry in my DS9 Drabbles series, with each one at exactly 100 words. Although if you count them as a quintdrabble, then Indiscretion (a DS9 missing scene vignette about Gul Dukat, set during the episode of the same name) at 169 words.

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks/subscriptions: The answer to all of these is either Cat’s Paw or Nevermore, so I’m going to give the next highest.

Hits:  Those who fear darkness have never seen what light can do, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie supernatural AU fic co-written with xantissa.

Since this fic also takes the highest kudos, bookmarks, and subscriptions after Cat’s Paw/Nevermore, I’ll skip to the next fic along on each of those.

Kudos: Stars fall like diamonds, a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie missing scene fic from Reboot/Reunion/Chongqi.

Bookmarks: A Knight in Bloody Armour, another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (but a different supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Comments: Ears and Other Related Calamities, yet another DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXieSang supernatural AU fic (of a different again supernatural AU) co-written with xantissa.

Subscriptions: The Rescue Job, a Guardian WeiLan Leverage AU, currently at one chapter complete and posted out of a planned five chapters.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: We have plans for a prequel and a sequel to A Knight in Bloody Armour, and a spinoff fic for The Zhang Identity (a DMBJ/Lost Tomb PingXie AU that is complete but not yet posted. It will be posted in April as part of the Small Fandoms Big Bang).

Share a bit of a WIP: This is from an as-yet-unnamed post-canon fix-it fic for the Guardian drama:

It was hurting again. Zhao Yunlan curled up into a tight ball under the hospital blankets, trying to ignore it enough to try to get back to sleep. He knew it wouldn't work, because he couldn't remember a time when it ever did, but it was always worth a shot, right? He squeezed his eyes shut and held himself tightly for a few...moments? Minutes?...before grabbing his stuffed cat and clutching it while he forced himself to breathe deep, slow breaths the way the doctors back in Spring City had taught him.

Eventually, the pain died back down to its usual dull ache, the one that was bearable and let him play, and watch TV, and do school lessons with his mother. One day, she said, they'd find a doctor who knew what was wrong, why he hurt all the time, and the doctor would give him medicine that would keep the worst pain away so that he could go to an actual school and meet more kids than the ones who lived in their apartment block or who frequented the same playground that he liked to go to.

Zhao Yunlan tried closing his eyes again, seeing if he could go back to sleep, but he was far too awake now. He sighed, sitting up in bed and looking around the room. Again. It was just like the hospital rooms in Spring City, and in Kiyota City. He figured that if the doctors here in Tomorrow Mountains couldn't help, his parents would take him to yet another city, and the hospital rooms there would probably look the same, too.

Then, over the faint beeping of hospital equipment, and the quiet murmurs further down the corridor of nurses at the nurse station or seeing to other patients, he heard a soft sniffling sound, like someone was trying not to cry too loudly. He picked up his stuffed cat and looked at it.

"What do you think, Dead Cat?" he asked it. "Should we go and find them?"

Dead Cat didn't answer, of course, but that didn't stop Zhao Yunlan from assuming that it agreed with him, and slipping out of bed. His feet touched the cold tile floor with barely a sound, and, still holding Dead Cat tightly, Zhao Yunlan padded over to the door. He looked up and down the corridor, then left his room to track down the sniffling noise.

He wasn't surprised that it came from the next room. He was surprised that it came from another kid, a boy who looked to be about his age, huddled in bed and wiping his eyes.

"Hi," Zhao Yunlan whispered. The other boy looked up in surprise, then stopped to clutch his chest as he began to cough. Once he'd finished coughing, Zhao Yunlan and Dead Cat were perched on the end of his bed.

"I'm Zhao Yunlan, and this is Dead Cat." He held up Dead Cat, moving one of the paws to wave hello. "What's your name?"

The boy wiped his eyes again. "Shen Ye."

I tag: ALL OF YOU! Are you a writer who hasn’t done this yet? Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.

[tinacentury]

Fanfiction Year in Review

@kasienda tagged me in this and I’ve been holding off on doing it because I thought there was a chance I’d get the next chapter of 5 Years out before the end of the year...but, I am still me, so it looks like that’s gonna be a 2021 thing.

Anyway, 2020 was...2020. Sometimes I still feel like it’s the middle of the spring exchange, which I started writing for during the first week of March. Since then, I’ve gotten to know some people in the fandom better, participated in some incredibly entertaining Zoom game nights, played fandom historian (thanks again to @mesomondstein and @floraone for inviting me to Mondsteinflug, and thanks x a million to everyone who shared their experiences with me for that), got to go back to the O&D universe for my birthday courtesy of the lovely @uglygreenjacket, wrote my first smut, had to set some personal boundaries around social media for my mental health and my dissertation that affected some of the ways I participate in the fandom, and have been slowly chipping away at a story that’s been in my head since 2019 and learning to get comfortable with my own pace with it. Finally, I would be remiss if I didn’t thank my wonderful friend and beta @kasienda for all of her edits and support this year; you’re amazing, dude!

List of Fics Completed this Year (In the order they were finished)

-Belonging

-Rose Chair Writing Prompt (I see that I did not give this a title)

-Lemonade Stand: Power Play

Number of Words Written

21,237 (per ff.net). This is actually slightly more than 2019, which I’m surprised and happy about

Your Most Popular Fic

Belonging. People really are all about those multi-chapters, huh?

Your Personal Fave

5 Years. This one’s my baby.

You Fav Scene

Two contenders here:

-the Skype at the senshi meeting scene in Belonging

-Serenity and Endymion in the rose garden in 5 Years

A Fic or Scene that Challenged You

Y’all haven’t read this yet, but there are a couple of scenes in 5 Years with the shittenou that I’m struggling with. Honorable mention to the second half of Belonging for being written in March of 2020.

A Line of Writing You’re Proud Of

Sooo I technically wrote this in 2019, but since I didn’t post it until this year, it’s fair game (from 5 Years):

She hadn't counted on the kindness that radiated from his midnight blue eyes as he knelt before her and kissed her signet ring, his gentle touch triggering a waterfall of goosebumps that traveled up her arms and down her back.

She hadn't counted on the strong sculpt of his jaw, how his sooty eyelashes contrasted with his smooth ivory skin, or the way his elegant fingers reached up to push his ebony hair out of his face.

A Comment that Touched You

I opened up in one of my Belonging AN’s about how I tend to take the “Mamoru is so selfish for going to Harvard” argument personally because I was in a long-distance relationship for a few years because of my education, and a bunch of people wrote to me about their long-distance experiences with their partners or how they studied abroad and married the person they were dating at the time later and sharing that meant a lot to me! And btw, he lives here now.

Something that Inspired Your Writing

Taylor Swift’s indie-esque turn.

Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene; finally finishing that one fic; posting your first fic; etc):

Blanket answer here is just getting through 2020.

Do You Have Any Writing Goals for Next Year?

I do intend to finish a dissertation ��. But seriously, fic-wise, I want to finish 5 Years and then we’ll see what happens after that.

Thanks for a lovely year!

[docholligay]

FOR THE FLUFFY DAY: Haruka and Mina + braiding

Fluff piece two! 1778 words, I HOPE THE FACT THAT THESE ARE LONGER ARE MAKING UP FOR QUANTITY. From the Talismans rewrite, located here

Mina didn’t mind a hard night, not really. There was something very clarifying about a good fight, and she understood, in some ways, how Haruka and Mako--sometimes the more annoying of her soldiers-- could constantly be looking to get into the middle of the fray without a second’s thought. It was nice to simply start the ass-beating and skip all of the strategy, sometimes. 

Last night had been like that. Wave on wave of mindless youma, Mina and Rei fighting them off alone for what should have felt like far too long but always filled Mina with a certain amount of dangerous, almost erotic thrill, Rei covering her with a flurry of arrows as she burst into the fray with her chain. 

It had been really fun until Mina got caught out, and then she’d gotten a little more of the business end of the youma than she’d bargained for. It had been fine, really--Mina was rarely defeated even when she was down, and this time was no different--and as the other senshi showed themselves, rushing to the scene, the youma had been defeated with the usual expediency. 

It was always the next morning that got you, though. 

Mina half-limped herself to the couch that morning, still in nothing but the overlarge shirt she’d managed to pull on and her underwear, not bothering with anything else, proud enough of herself for daring to move at all. Her hair hung around her face and how her back, bedraggled and half-tangled from the fight. Magical healing. It was a thing, that much was true, but it never stopped things from hurting. She felt every broken bone, every torn sinew of her muscle, even if it didn’t kill her. Even if it would be all sorted out in a few days, the pull of whatever spell kept them in good order exerting its own painful force on their bodies as it forcibly knit them back together, readying them for the next fight. 

It was a blessing, and it was bullshit, in the way that a lot of things in Mina’s life seemed to be. 

Ignoring the hour on the clock, she pulled a cheap beer out of the fridge, and with herculean effort, her shoulder screaming, popped off the bottle cap, washing down several ibuprofen with the swig of it. She should have bought some Oxys off of Hayato. He always had something, though even Mina couldn’t even begin to guess how he had such a firm supply. 

In fairness, she couldn’t have foreseen the fight last night, and even less so her own misstep. All things being equal, she shouldn’t be shuffling around the apartment. She gave a gaze to the various takeout boxes and other assorted foods in the tiny kitchen, but shook her head, before realizing what and awful choice that was and enjoying a full-body wince, which caused other parts to hurt, and as the black dot confetti of pain settled over her, she managed to slump onto the couch. 

She normally didn’t mind a hard night, but this was a little much. 

The heavy footfall across the apartment meant her roommate was up and around. She wasn’t in any mood for whatever sort of angst having seen Michiru last night was going to bring out in Haruka, and closed her eyes. Maybe she could play dead. 

“Mina, you okay?” 

No such luck. Mina opened one eye and looked at her. She was still a string bean, gaining weight back slowly from the twin indulgences of drinking too much and eating too little over the past months, but if Mina was being fair, she’d been a good deal more stable lately. She’d banned herself from liquor and reminded herself to eat and managed to stay away from picking fights with groups of men, ever since Mina read her the riot act a few weeks ago. 

No reason to disincentivize her acting more like a human being interested in her own survival. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she shuffled uncomfortably, “just feeling the consequences of my actions from last night.”

She chuckled, which was a mistake, and she closed bother her eyes again, taking a sip of her beer. 

“You fought really good,” Haruka nodded, “I wish I’d been there sooner.” 

“Unfortunately,” MIna pointed to Haruka with the tip of her beer bottle, “no matter how many times I ask, they refuse to RSVP. We’d be so much better prepared.” 

Haruka pushed back her hair and smiled. “Yeah.” 

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Haruka nodded again. “Hang on just a sec.” 

She hurried away from the couch, and MIna laid her head back on the couch. She was going to have to call in for her shift tonight, see if she could get someone to cover. She hated to miss out on the money, but even if she managed to drag herself into the club tonight, no man was going to want to spend time with a wincing hostess, covered in bruises. It was a lost cause to begin with, and her boss liked her, or at least her popularity with the patrons, so a call-in it would have to be. 

Mina was still thinking on these things when Haruka reappeared with two scruffy pillows from her own bed and a fluffy comforter that must have been tucked away somewhere in Haruka’s small room. Haruka sat delicately on the edge of the couch and swept her arm behind Mina’s shoulder, carefully pulling her forward and placing the pillows behind her. Mina opened her mouth to say something, but found herself quite unable, as Haruka tucked the comforter around her. How long had it been since someone had taken care of her like this? Her parents were busy with their work and the too-many kids they’d had for reasons that utterly escaped Mina, to bother as soon as she could reach the kitchen countertops. People didn’t naturally take care of me. She was not someone who appeared to need any kind of care. 

Maybe Haruka just that way, herself. Mina had seen, over the months they’d been roommates, that she was much softer than she put off. It wasn’t that she was stupid--she’d always known Haruka’s bravado was a front--but she’d taken it as a question of ego less than self-protectiveness, and on this she had found herself to be at least somewhat mistaken. 

“That’s better,” Haruka said, tugging at the sweater she wore, “It’ll make you feel better.” 

The reassurance, Mina thought, was maybe just as much for Haruka as it was for herself, but she appreciated it nonetheless, and the old couch, found on a sidewalk, was more comfortable with addition of a few pillows. 

“I bet I look as grody as I feel,” Mina gave a wry smile, “No one’s paying today.” 

Haruka laughed. “I mean...yeah, you look, kinda not great.” 

“You can’t even lie for me?” 

“I mean, I can try.”  

Mina remembered not to shake her head. “Don’t hurt yourself, bud.” 

Haruka stood up and hurried off again, back quicker this time with Mina’s hairbrush and a ponytail holder. She sat down near Mina’s head and settled herself in. 

“Here,” she puled Mina’s hair back from the pillow, “Let me help” 

“What are you gonna do?” she closed her eyes again, “Not exactly Vidal Sassoon, judging by your haircut.” 

Haruka began to comb her hair, gently pulling at the tangles like Mina was a small child, her hair growing smooth beneath her touch. 

“I’m really good at braiding! I used to wear my hair that way, till I cut it, basically every day. Besides,” she shrugged, “I dunno who Vidal Sassoon is, so doesn’t bother me.” 

Mina looked up at the ceiling, feeling the strokes as they took the roughness and fight out of her hair. “When did you cut it?” 

“I was thirteen,” She laughed softly, “Did it myself with a pair of kitchen scissors.” 

“I bet you looked like a dreamboat.” 

“Yeah, my mom’s boyfriend was sure to tell me how ugly I was, and she didn’t argue.” She touched lightly on the moment, and just as quickly fled from it, “Anyway, I’ve worn it short ever since, but you know, you never really forget how to do this.” 

Mina was about to doubt her when she spread her hair out into three equal sections, looping them over and under with a quick flick of her wrist, a careful balance between too loose nd too restricting that seemed carefully learned. 

“I used to do this for the other girls on the track team, if they let me,” Mina felt her shrug, “Some girls don’t like me touching them. You know, cause...obviously.” 

“Not obviously.” She looked over her forehead to Haruka, a strange swell of protectiveness coming over her. “Fuck those bitches. Seriously. Bold of them to assume you’d want anything to do with them anyway. Bunch of gawky, awkward horsey girls.” 

Another effortless twist. “Then I’m an awkward horsey girl.” 

“You’re awkward emotionally. But at least you’re handsome.” she looked back at the ceiling. “And don’t say you aren’t, I make it my business to know what good-looking is. I don’t want to fuck you, but you’re definitely fuckable, Haruka.” 

“Thanks, I think.” 

She finished at the bottom of Mina’s hair and tied up the end with the holder, quicker than Mina herself had ever managed it. “Keep it out of your way.” 

“You are good at that, I stand corrected.” 

Haruka stood up. “Anyway, I’ll make you some udon noodles are something, and then I can leave you alone. I’ll go...to the arcade or something, no big deal.” 

She turned to walk the short distance to their kitchen, adjusting her sweater. 

“Hey, Haruka,” Mina lifted a hand, ignoring the pain, and grabbed the edge of her pants, “You don’t have to leave. We can hang out. Be nice to have some company.” 

“Yeah?” she smiled, and Mina saw the strange glint of hope in her eyes. 

“Besides,” she let her hand drop, “who else is gonna take care of me? Can’t exactly call Rei over here, even though she’d love to find me prone and helpless.” she affected a high pitched voice, “let’s paint our nails and talk about girls, Ruka.” 

“Ruka,” she looked at the ground and chuckled, “Okay if you want me to stay, I’ll make us both some noodles,” the smile stayed on her face, even though she seemed to by trying to dull it, “we’ll--I mean all I have is like, nail clippers and--” 

“Why don’t you just hang around and be my friend?” 

Haruka beamed. “Yeah. I can do that.” 

There was something clarifying about a good fight. 

[maraudererasmut]

what kinds of things did you do when you were first practicing digital drawing? did you use reference images? where did you find them? anything you would recommend to a baby drawer with a short attention span for instructions?

Well, first and foremost, I’m gonna take a moment to do a little fangirl wiggle, because I’m a huge fan of your work! Thank you for messaging me! 

I’m gonna include a lot of info here, so bear with me! I’ll try to break it down so that it’s easy to understand, but if anyone ha any questions, feel free to ask!

The absolute most important thing for starting out drawing is practice. 

You’re going to hear it from everyone, everywhere, but it’s so very true. When I first started digital drawing, I made sure to use my tablet every single day. Now, that doesn’t mean I spend three hours each day trying to do something amazing; some days I only had a few minutes here and there, but I’d try to sketch something rough, something loose, maybe just a doodle. Maybe it’s a face one day, maybe it’s just a bunch of swirls and stars the next. It doesn’t matter what you draw, as long as you are developing the habit of drawing! No matter what it is you are doing, you’re learning! Playing with brushes to see how they feel on your new drawing program? Learning! Trying to see if one way of colouring is better than another? Learning! Drawing the same nose over and over and over again until you like what you see? Also learning!

Another key step to learning to draw is to identify what you like!

What does that mean? Well, look at other artists who inspire you! Why does their work appeal to you? What is it about their drawings that you LOVE? Once you realize what it is that makes something beautiful to you, you know what to practice and how to learn to adopt that into your own style!

@burdge is an excellent example for illustrating this. They are a fandom artist that has been around for so long, nearly every fandom artist I know has been inspired by them in one way or another!

So what is it about Burdge’s art that I love? I love the closeness that’s portrayed, and the softness. But those are very arbitrary things that are difficult to identify and even more challenging to implement. I love the noses. I love the proportions. I love the hairlines! I love the body movement! Those are things that are a bit easier to pick out and start practicing!

This leads so well into my next point:

It is okay to copy someone else’s work if it’s for practice!

Let’s break this one down, just to ensure that nobody accidentally misinterprets what I’m saying: It is okay to copy someone else’s work if it’s for practice. It is NOT okay to copy someone else’s work and post it, claiming it as your own! If you use a reference picture, generally speaking, most artists will post which reference they use, but I know that I often forget to do that as well! But using a reference picture is different than copying. 

When you copy someone’s work, what you’re really doing is working on identifying what you love about it. You’re practicing drawing in their style! And that’s totally fine! When you’re first starting out, it’s actually really helpful to be able to use someone else’ expertise and practice to guide you to draw something you love! A lot of people have it in their heads that copying = bad. And sometimes it does. But I think it’s important for new artists to get rid of that notion in their heads. Practice is practice. When you practice cooking, you copy other people’s recipes! You’re not going to post those recipes online and say you created them, but you CAN feed them to your friends and you CAN eat them yourself! And if you do post pictures of your food? You can say whose recipe you used and thank them for a great meal! 

We were all starting at one point, and every artist I know started by copying something. 

Use reference pictures! Use them liberally! References are helpful!

Yes, some artists are so good that they do not need reference pictures. That’s fine. Good for them! I’m very proud of them!

When you’re first starting out, you don’t have to worry about that! Don’t get into your own head and tell yourself “Real artists do XYZ, blah blah blah, etc.” None of that is helpful. Use whatever is available to help you improve!

Now the question is what actually makes good reference pictures? Well, everyone uses something a little different. Some people use faces of famous actors, some people use stock photos, some people use other people’s drawings that are specifically made for references! 

What do I do? I save every single photo I come across that inspires me into a folder. I have tons of folders labeled “Reference: Pose” or “Reference: Remus” or “Reference: Gay”. (That one is smut references. :3 )

I use blogs like @posereference and @fantasyartistreference, which I follow on here! I’ve gone through their content and saved photos that I think will inspire me in the future. Sometimes I don’t do anything with them. Sometimes I use them! 

I also take advantage of stock photos. That includes ones that adobe puts onto the internet as well as ones that other artists put! Senshi Stock on Deviant art is an excellent resource that has made a TON of photos available to artists to use for FREE! 

Google is also my friend! I like to google terms like “Couple Pose Reference” or “Couple Kissing”. If you include search terms like “pose reference” you often find that you get things specifically created for artists to use to help with poses!

Look at all the helpful poses! 

Now, this leads us to my next point:

How to use reference images

Everyone does this part differently, too! I’m going to show a few different examples. Let’s use this amazing reference sheet by @kibbi as our example!

Some people like to have their reference photo beside their drawing space, to use for them to look at, simply as a guide:

Some people like to have their pose reference in a layer beneath their actual drawing on a lower opacity so that they can trace right over it:

Often times, what you end up doing is using your traced sketch as your base for your drawing, with your actual drawing over top of it. Essentially, you’re using this time to identify what you DO like about the reference pose and what you DON’T like about it, and changing it!

See how different it’s looking already? I put my own style over top of it, but I used the pose as a reference because I really liked it!

((EDIT: I JUST REALIZED THAT I GAVE SIRIUS THREE ARMS. I AM SO SORRY, GUYS!!!!))

Side by side comparison for the curious:

Eventually, a time will come where you can do simple poses like this without the use of a reference. That’s amazing! You will be so proud of yourself! But if you still need to use references for complicated poses or foreshortening, remember not to beat yourself up about it. It is OKAY to use reference poses, and it is OKAY to take advantage of resources that are available to you! Just try to remember to cite your sources, just like we all did in school! :P

Practice Anatomy

Try doing things like figure drawing! Use sites like Quick Poses to give yourself a timed figure drawing session, if you’re up for it! The more you practice bodies and anatomy, the better you will get at drawing them! Don’t focus too much on anything being perfect; remember to say loose and just aim for general shapes and general proportions.

This isn’t the greatest example, because I didn’t do any dynamic poses, but here are some rough figure sketches:

See how loose I was? See how little I cared about it looking nice? That’s the best way to start a sketch! Just with loose scribbles!

The same thing can apply to faces:

Learn the rules, and then learn when to break them!

Just like writing, where you have “rules” for writing an essay, in drawing, you have rules for anatomy! But… I don’t always love to follow those rules. It’s important to understand human anatomy (if you plan to draw humans), and then figure out where you want things to be exaggerated in order to create your own style! Here’s an example:

The same rules apply to musculature! It’s important to understand what muscles go where and how they move in order to properly draw them consistently! However! That is something a bit more complicated that we can go into another time! I don’t think that would be included in my simple break-down of drawing!

And… last but not least…

Have fun!

You’d think this one would go without saying, but I’m going to specify it anyway. If you are NO LONGER enjoying drawing what you’re drawing, STOP. Don’t just draw humans because I told you to practice anatomy! If you’re not having fun, you’re going to grow to resent it, and we don’t want that! Draw whatever it is that you want! If you want to draw the same two men hugging over and over and over and over and over (Case in point: my entire blog), you do that! Ignore everything I said about knowing anatomy and about reference pictures and about anything! Just do exactly what makes you happy, nothing more and nothing less. Practicing should be fun, and the moment it’s no longer fun, you’ll begin to lose your passion. So… move on to something else that’s fun! Tired of drawing Wolfstar? (Pfff, that’s impossible, but okay). Move on to Drarry! Or to Linny! Or to a different fandom! Or to flowers! Or to still life! Or to whatever you think will bring back that spark!

Because that’s what drawing is all about. It’s just another form of expression and another way to have fun!

ANYWAY! I know this was SUPER long! I hope it was at least somewhat helpful! I’m not an expert, not by any means, but I enjoy doing this, and I am still working on improving! If anyone has any more questions, shoot me a message!

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Fire Cold As Ice (*Lemon* Leo)

@nikitaboeve @bloody-dark-shells03 @fyreball66 @lonelyheart-clubband @betelgeusessonajblog @blossom-skies @serperiorkb and all my Leonardo ladies! Hope this pleases 

For how cold his blue eyes could be the heat from his gaze could melts a glacier in less then a minute, and right then it was melting her into a puddle just knowing he was looking at her

She didn’t have to turn around to know the turtle was watching from his meditation spot she could feel the way his bright blue orbs were trailing over her body

They seared her skin sending shivers and the slightest heat flushing her skin making the woman’s core ache already wet just thinking of what he might do as that growl left him

He could smell it and she didn’t bother to hide the excitement from the alpha

When she had gotten to the lair with everything they had asked her to pick up from the store she was greeted by the smiling faces of her friends, all except one.

Leonardo had been in his meditation pose eyes closed and focused on his goal of not losing his mind as she joked with the younger three of his brothers getting a soft kiss on her cheek from Mikey making her giggle at how sweet they were being even noting Raphael seemed a lot nicer today

She never looked over putting up the groceries and cleaning off the table that seemed to still be messy from that morning’s breakfast as a tremble ran up her spine

He had to have known what he was doing and just what his eyes could do to her, to tease she bent over her legs spread the slightest bit giving him a good view of her wet center already soaking her jeans

She knew; she had already been warned coming down today might not have been the best idea due to it was the start of his Mating Season and she just happened to be ovulating, it hadn’t stopped her from walking past him just out of reach so he got the scent of her heat. This wasn’t the first year of knowing he had a darker side when his season hit but it was the year she was going to drag it out of him

Once she was done the woman picked up her bag turning to say goodbye to the guys her mischievous eyes barely settling on him is she unbuttoned her top the slightest bit “I’m going home guys!” a small wink shot in his direction and she was out the door not even giving them a proper goodbye

She walked through the tunnels on her way to the manhole that would lead towards her apartment when the softest sound floated past her ear, footsteps not to far back and she knew exactly who they belong to continuing on her way not paying him any mind

Twenty minutes later she entered her home placing her bag on the table going straight to her room where she knew not only was the curtains open but she had left it unlocked when she left

Her hands floated over her body undressing slowly never looking towards the window until a soft tap caught her attention looking up to see Leonardo standing just outside her eyes holding his she unbuttoned her blouse letting it slip off her shoulders and flutter to the ground showing off the dark blue undergarment once she slowly pushed her pants down acting as if she didn’t know she was waving the red flag at the bull

Her hands squeezed her breast making her head tilt back as the sweetest sounding moan left her not hearing the window opening but instantly she was in his arms and against the wall her mouth being crushed under his as his belt was undone he hands quickly helping him with his pants lost in their kiss as she released him

His deep growl was like lightning rumbling through her spine moving his hips against hers in a heat she had never seen “Naughty kitten teasing me~ I think that calls for punishment don’t you?” she smiled as his hard member pressed against her belly one hand giving him a slow stroke that nearly undid him right there his strong arms lifting the smaller body as the woman opened her legs rubbing back against him making sure he could feel how wet she was for him

How ready she was for him to take what was rightfully his

The normally collected turtle groaned loudly at the feeling of her wet heat on his aching cock before he was pulling the underwear to the side churring as his tip slipped between her soft lower lips, looking down with a animalist grin as she arched before his mouth was leaving hot trails of kisses and bites down her neck until his face was between the twin mounds groaning as the silky flesh against his own rough skin

“Leo~ Please my Alpha” he smirked at the breathlessness before latching onto one hard nipple sucking at her finding she was growing even wetter against him as he attended to the sensitive peaks, her soft gasp that turned into his full name spoken so softly and sweetly almost pleading for more “Senshi don’t stop” he grunted as she moved her hips teasing the both of them needing friction so close to her finish before they had even started making his decision easy deciding he knew the best punishment for his naughty girl pushing inside her without another thought

Leonardo was far too needy to wait or be patient and it showed as he took his love fast moving his hips roughly just as he opened her body to him the leaders hard member sliding deep from how aroused his mate was giving into the feral state as her pleasured sounds filled her room wanting to move to the bed but taking her against the wall was just too tempting she looked so sexy pinned against the flower wall paper begging for his cock looking down as her soft breast bounced with every thrust growling under his breath before he was on them again marking her chest and sucking her peaks musing internally at a thought he wanted more then ever

He had waited six years to have her right here in the start of his mating season and that single wishful thought made the turtle in blue growl before he slammed her down on him forcing his tip so deep he felt himself breach her womb thrusting in hard knowing he might be hurting her but hearing her encouraging him to keep going before she gasped happily as he pumped his first load deep inside her making sure he didn’t pull too far back keeping it all in her fertile womb was too good to be true purring upon feeling her pulling him closer once he had to catch himself on the wall breathing into her neck as he shifted his legs moving on their own to her soft nest laying her down coming over her limp form “I’m going to fill you so many times my love and I won’t stop until your round with my seed” he lifted her hips and started moving again unable to satisfy his insatiable needs until his mate was with his child and just that image of her pregnant sent him over the edge “Tonight I will make sure your carrying; before this is over I will make you a mother~”

Her body seemed to be calling to him wanting to be attended to, wanting his cum and he could feel himself throbbing as she tightened around his member yet again at the promise crying out for her turtle to give it to her before he was devouring her lips his hunger uncontrollable as he gave in growling his wish in her ear over and over able to feel what it was doing to her and nearly letting out a relived sigh when she hummed wrapping around him forcing his hips flush against hers “My alpha… please give me a baby, Leo~” she smiled as his cheeks grew dark when she adjusted against him kissing his lips softly

That was all he needed before he was back to his lust filled haze his love let out a sharp cry when he filled her again the throbbing deep within her tight walls making her purr in ecstasy; his cock moving in a way that left her full of pleasure yet so perfectly numb “You’re so beautiful, son or daughter please my geisha let me have the honor of making you mine” his lips found her neck both hands worshiping her soft body until she was calling for her leader her head thrown back in pure lust giving him free reign to mate her; to take what was rightfully his and breed her until she could fulfill this wonderful turtles dream.

They went all night both being loud enough the neighbors would no doubt know his name until she was sure her body couldn’t take much more him never moving too far away watching her face as he brought her body to the edge with his loving how stunning his woman was in the throws of his love his aggressive behavior slowly ending until he was making pure love to her slow and passionate whispering in her ear just how gorgeous she would be carrying his little one, how she would glow and be perfect in his eyes as if she wasn’t already. The final few rounds as the sky started to lighten were more him then anything her tummy already bulged from his loads still trapped within her before both fell into a boneless heap together him smiling so happily as she praised him tiredly, he looked down at her when she fell silent chuckling before he was cuddled close once more seeing her out cold yet still smiling as he stayed inside her wanting to insure success

He held her watching her sweet face until the sun peeked through the curtains kissing her neck and flushed cheeks before settling into her warm blankets breathing in her scent one hand over her belly so proud of his mate for surviving the night and praying when she woke up after he spoiled her rotten with a relaxing bath and some pampering to help her recover hopefully she was ready for the next rounds to come

He meant what he said she was going to be pregnant before this Mating Season ended

[master-ray5]

Fairy Tale Challenge: Miwako’s Bedtime Story

I finally got around to finishing my entry to the @fairytalechallenge​. This is one of my last few fanfictions. I have other projects which need my attention and sadly fanfiction is a bit of a distraction. Enjoy this little cute story. 

Picture source: http://fanartsailormoonbythaiartistfan.tumblr.com/post/135649421834/kunzite-his-child-he-embraced-his-daughter

Fanfiction link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13631011/1/Miwako-s-Bedtime-Story

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First off, here is the‌ ‌guide‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌names‌ ‌I‌ ‌use‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌Shitennou‌ ‌in‌ ‌this ‌story.‌ As they are now married men, they have taken the names of their beloved wives. Jadeite=Hino ‌Taito‌ Nephite=Kino ‌Masato‌ Zoisite=Mizuno ‌Saitou‌ ‌ Kunzite=Aino ‌Shinn‌

Also, I’m using the daughters of the Senshi introduced in the “Parallel Moon” story but I will change their names. Frankly, I find adding Jr. at the end of the names was a tad lazy writing (not even addressing how the girls all look like tiny cloned versions of their moms). So the names I use will be: Minako Jr.=Miwako Ami Jr.=Mami Rei Jr.=Reina Makoto Jr.=Makino Kousagi is still the same as it fits in the style I’m going for.

O.o.O.o.O Miwako’s Bedtime Story O.o.O.o.O       Royal Advisor and Leader of the Shitennou, Kunzite had just finished a long day of diplomacy and aiding King Endymion. His wife, Lady Venus, was helping Neo-Queen Serenity with an ambassador, who was known to be very dry and boring, so his only concern for her safety was if she somehow managed to die of boredom. Despite his long day, he had managed to return to his wing of the place just in time. He had to see the other woman in his life.     He opened the door to the sitting room of his wing of the palace. Upon entering this area, he no longer thought of himself as anything other than Aino Shinn, a man like any other. He was surprised to find Hilda, the housekeeper, slumped out on the couch, looking exhausted as if she just climbed Tokyo Tower with her bare hands.     “Are you alright Hilda-san?” Shinn asked as he dropped his briefcase on a table and moved to check on the woman.     “Sir, I thought you and I had an arrangement,” Hilda began, draping her arm over her eyes as if facing the world was too difficult. “I would continue to assist with watching the young miss when you and Lady Venus worked late but in return, you promised me you would reduce said girl’s sugar intake.”     “We did,” Shinn chuckled, realizing the housekeeper was exhausted from attempting to keep track of his daughter. “She is just naturally full of energy. She gets it from her mother.”     “She is exhausting is what she is,” Hilda insisted as she pulled herself off the couch and began to head towards the exit. “I highly suggest you find a convent to send her, or else she will be nothing but trouble when she is a teenager.”     “Then she will be exactly like her mother. Good night Hilda-san,” Shinn snapped as he took off his jacket and undid his tie. He could tolerate Hilda insinuating his daughter was a handful but to insinuate she was anything more than a spirited child was where he drew the line. He knew very well Miwako was the spitting image of her mother and the energy she possessed would be one of her greatest gifts. Somewhat comfortable for the evening, Shinn made his way through the halls until he came across his daughter’s room. He knocked on the door before turning the handle and stepping in. “Miwako-chan, how are you?”      “Venus Love Me Chain!” A voice shouted before the snap of a whip slapped against the wall and inches from Shinn’s face. Before the weapon could recoil, Shinn stepped on it and kept it in place.     “Daddy! I’m trying to fight the evil guys!” Miwako insisted as she tugged at the whip to free it from her father’s foot. The comparisons to her mother were apt, as Miwako looked exactly like when Minako did as a child, even with her own red bow in her hair. Though her outfit didn’t look much like Sailor Venus, as the young girl had cobbled together a makeshift Sailor costume with an off-color skirt, part of her school uniform, and large sunglasses. “I need my weapon back!”     “That will be enough of that. Where did you find this?” Shinn asked as down looked at the whip, already knowing the answer to the question.     “In your and mommy’s room,” Miwako replied with a proud smile. “Do you have it in case some monsters show up before mommy can transform?”     “Yyyyyyyyyes!” Shinn lied through his teeth. “That’s exactly it, honey. You are so clever.”     “Ain’t I,” Miwako glowed as she continued to tug at the whip, still hoping her father would let her play with it. “Come on, let me play more.”     “Sorry my little love,” Shinn insisted as he reached down, grabbed the whip, and tugged it from her hands with ease. He vowed to find a better hiding spot for the item when he had time later. “Now, why don’t you get your pajamas on and I’ll tell you a story.”     “Really? MMMM….okay,” Miwako agreed before letting go of the weapon and rushing into the bathroom. In no time at all, Miwako had slipped into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, and hopped into bed. “I’m ready.”       “So you are,” Shin began as he pulled the covers over Miwako’s legs and took a seat on the bed. Making sure she was comfortable, Shinn reached up to her hair and untied the bow on top. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wore a…”     “Red riding hood,” Miwako interrupted with a smile. “I heard it before. What else you got?”         “Okay…,” Shinn groaned. “There was once a selfish prince who...”     “Beauty and the Beast!” Miwako yawned. Not from exhaustion but because she was not amused. “Next!”     Shinn did his best to maintain his composure but just like her mother, Miwako had a way of pushing his buttons. “A girl trapped in…”     “Rapunzel,” Miwako answered, not giving her father an opportunity to continue. “You need to learn some new stories, daddy.”     “Fine!” Shinn hissed before taking a deep breath and managed to regain his cool. “Let’s try this. I’ll make up a story for you. Feel free to just interject any suggestions you have as I go.      “Yeah,” Miwako agreed with a smile. “That does sound fun.”     Shinn cleared his throat and began. “Once there was a lady named…”    “Mommy!” Miwako blurted out. “Make mommy a part of the story.”     “Sure why not,” Shinn smiled, admiring how much his young daughter looked up to her mother. He couldn’t help but remember how when Minako was pregnant she had been worried that her daughter would have the same strained relationship she had with her own mother. Instead, Minako was blessed as Miwako had nothing but love and respect for her. “A woman named Minako who was working as a…”     “Housekeeper,” Miwako suggested. “Like Cinderella!”     “So you want me to tell you Cinderella except it stars your mother?” Shinn chuckled. “Now, who’s not being original”     “I’m sure we will find a way to change it,” Miwako replied as she snuggled into the covers and looked up at her father with a warm expression. “Just keep going.”     Shinn shrugged, leaned against the headboard of the bed, and pulled his daughter close. “So, once upon a time, there was a woman named Minako who was working as a housekeeper for her wicked stepmother. What should we name her?”     Miwako thought for a moment before she volunteered, “Beryl?”     “Beryl?” Shinn’s heart skipped a beat when his daughter said the name. “Where...where did you hear that name?”       “Mommy said it was the name of an evil queen who once kidnapped you, daddy,” Miwako answered as she snuggled closer to her father when she mentioned the word “kidnapped.” “They must have been really bad to kidnap you, daddy.”     “You have no idea,” Shinn agreed, his heart

O.o.O.o.O     The ringing of the bells of her alarm clock woke Minako up. It was a new device but the only reason she had been given such a high priced gift was to ensure she got up in time to get everything done before her stepmother, Beryl, awoke. With her father no longer around, Minako had become a slave to her widowed stepmother.     “Meow” Artemis called as he jumped on Minako’s bed. He was an old pure white housecat known for keeping the mice problem at bay. He nuzzled Minako in an attempt to get her to wake up.     “Oh Artemis,” Minako “How I wish you could talk, perhaps even give me a magical item which would allow me to turn into a warrior and fight for love and justice and someday even reunite with my soulmate. Oh well. I have no choice but to serve my wicked stepmother.”       Minako went to work getting herself ready for the day. She combed her hair, dressed, and put on her shoes. She made her way to the kitchen and after a breakfast of crusty bread and a glass of wine, she began her duty of servitude to her wicked stepmother. She cleaned the kitchen, prepared breakfast and made sure the tray was lined up  as she pushed it towards her step mother’s room.     She was just about to knock when she heard a voice on the other side.     “The prince is looking for a bride. I intend to use this opportunity to brainwash him,” Beryl cackled as she talked to her subordinate. “Soon Prince Kunzite will bow to me and then you will give the reward you so rightfully deserve.”     “Excellent plan my lady,” Adonis Danburite commented. He had been an advisor to the Kingdom but had become sick of the way the royal family seemed to ignore any of his advice lately. Adonis had feared for his livelihood and had decided to reach out to Lady Beryl, a woman known for her sinister ways, for advice.     “Oh no,” Minako gasped as she heard what her evil stepmother was planning. “I have to warn someone!”     “What was that young lady?” Adonis asked as he opened the door and stared at Minako with cold eyes. “Lady Beryl. I do believe your stepdaughter has been eavesdropping on our conversation. You discipline her better.”     “Your right!” Minako admitted. “I have heard what you are planning to do to Prince Kunzite and I won’t let you.”     “You have been nothing but a pain since your father died!” Beryl shouted, grabbing a vase from the nearby table. Minako ducked at the last minute as the vase shattered on the wall behind her. “And I never cared for your spinach puffs! Never! Now lock her in her room so we can go take care of the prince.”    Before Minako could make a break for it, Adonis grabbed her wrist and restrained her. With the help of Beryl, the two locked Minako in her room and left for the Castle. Minako tried to break down the door but no matter what she tried, it wouldn’t budge. Tired and discouraged, Minako fell on her bed and began to sweep.     “Oh Artemis!” Minako cried as she felt the cat jump onto the bed. “What am I going to do? The prince is going to be corrupted and I can’t do anything about it!”     “There is something you can do,” Artemis announced before he leapt into the air. In a flash of light, Artemis transformed into a man in a white suit with white long hair. “Hello Minako. I am your Fairy God Cat.” O.o.O.o.O     “This sounds too much like Cinderella,” Miwako interrupted as she shifted in bed. “Change it up a bit. Also can I have a drink of water?”     “Sure, one second,” Shinn replied as she got up, filled a cup in the little girl’s bathroom, and returned to the Miwako’s bed. “Also, did Cinderella have a Sailor scout in it?”     “No,” Miwako answered as she took a sip of the water.     “Then you haven’t heard this story before,” Shinn commented as he sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, “Now where was I?” O.o.O.o.O     “My Fairy God Cat?” Minako wondered, still shocked by Artemis’ new appearance. “I wasn’t aware that was a thing.”     “Well it is. I am here to give you the power you need to defeat your stepmother,” Artemis explained as he snapped his fingers. In the palm of his hand, the transformation pen of Venus formed. “Here, take this. Holdit over your head and shout “Venus Power.” It will allow you to become a warrior capable of defeating Beryl. Or at least help you break out of this room.”       “If you say so. Venus power!” Minako shouted as she was surrounded by a shower of light. In the blink of an eye she transformed into Sailor Venus, but not one most people knew. Instead, she wore a yellow Sack-back gown, white gloves, white stockings, and orange glass slippers. “Incredible!”     “You have become the warrior of love, Sailor Venus. Now,” Artemis clapped his hands together, getting Minako’s attention. “Point at the door and scream, “Crescent Beam!””     “Crescent Beam!” Minako yelled, A blast of energy erupted from fingertips and created a giant hole in the center of the door.     “Impressive,” Artemis complimented, seeing how strong Minako was. “Now use one of the horses in the stable and ride to the castle as fast as you can.”     “Wait, aren’t you coming with me?” Minako asked, stopping herself before she ran from the room.     “No, I’m going to stay here,” Artemis commented as he shook his head. “That way it’s easier to tell this story. Less characters to keep track of.”   O.o.O.o.O     “Dad,” Miwako whined as she tugged at her father’s arm.       “Well it is,” Shinn shrugged. O.o.O.o.O     Making her way out of the house as fast as she could, Minako saddled her horse, Bbuttercup, and rode to the castle. When she arrived, she found the place on high alert with guards at every possible entrance. As she rode up, she was stopped by a guard with a spear.     “Halt who goes there?” The soldier asked, captured by the beauty of the rider.     “I am Sailor Venus, a warrior of love,��� Minako announced. “I have come to save the Prince from a wicked witch who wishes to control him for her own gains.”     “You are too late,” The soldier announced. “The witch was here and made off with the Prince’s...with the prince’s…” O.o.O.o.O     “His smile!” Miwako suggested.     “The prince’s smile?” Shinn asked, unsure of where his daughter got such a suggestion.     “Yeah, I actually asked mommy once if a witch stole your smile,” Miwako admitted, as she snuggled closer to her dad. “You don’t smile that much daddy. When I asked mommy my question, she said “its because daddy is trying to be strong to protect us and only smiles when we are around.””     “Well yeah, I guess you're right,” Shinn agreed, a bit disheartened. He had heard the comments by social media and online articles. “Lord Kunzite is so cold.” “What does a warm person like Lady Venus see in someone like Lord Kunzite?” “Instant credits to anyone who gets a picture of Lord Kunzite smiling.” Saito had made the joke once, “You have a resting angry face.” He didn’t do it intentionally. It often became focused when at work and often forgot to smile. “Daddy will try to smile more around you and your mother.”     “It’s okay daddy,” Miwako insisted, resting her head on her father’s chest. “I don't mind. I know you have to be strong because you have to protect me and mommy from monsters.”     “Your mother has fought even more monsters, little Miwako, “ Shinn lamented as he thought about how many battles his wife had fought over the years and how it seemed he could only do so much to help. Yet, through all of it, she somehow managed to keep a smile on her face. It was part of what made them so strong as a couple. Kunzite helped his wife stay focused and Minako helped her husband find joy. “I will find a way to try and smile more. Anyways, let’s see, after she heard about the Prince…,”   O.o.O.o.O     “She must have escaped to the family cabin on the coast,” Minako announced as she rode as fast as she could towards her destination. “I will make sure to save the Prince.”     Minako made it to the coast in less than an hour and dismounted the horse on a hill which allowed her to look down at the cabin. She noticed a light in the window.     “Time to bust in and save the day,” Minako announced to herself.     “I hate to burst your bubble,” Adonis growled as she snuck up behind her, grabbed her wrists, and bound them with a chain. “But you are caught.”     “Oh come on,” Minako groaned as Adonish dragged her to the cabin. Soon, Minako was kneeling in front of her stepmother who sat in a chair by a roaring fire, holding a glowing pink gem.      “Welcome dear stepdaughter,” Beryl called as she caressed the gem with her fingers. “This is what you came for. The emotions of the young prince. His youthful energy and his very happiness is here in my finger tips.”     “Give it to me,” Minako demanded as she tried to struggle against her shackles.     “What are you hoping?” Beryl asked, shaking her head at Minako. “Give this back to the prince and he will fall in love with you at first sight? Such a way of starting a relationship will only end in dirovce or having a relationship with your riding instructor     “Well I thought I would use returning his happiness as more of an icebreaker, then maybe go for tea,” Minako speculated. “Take it one step at time, might try wine tasting,”     “Silence!” Beryl roared, “I don’t care to hear about your ridiculous plans which are never going to come true anyways. Now turn to stone!”     With a wave of her hand, Beryl cast a spell on Minako causing her body to slowly turn to stone. The spell started at her feet, moved to her legs, and had soon turned her lower half into stone. It looked like she was at the end of her rope. O.o.O.o.O     “Oh no!” Miwako cried as she sat up in bed and looked her father in the eyes with concern. “How is she going to get out of this?”     “Yes, how would she get out?” Shinn wondered aloud. Truth be told he never was one for creative works. He was more the logistic one of the group. Saitou had written a few novels and Taito managed to fill an entire wing of a museum with his work as a painter over the years. Shinn’s most creative work was when he had a chance to enjoy photography every once in a blue moon. Even then, they were mostly landscaping shots and times Minako felt photogentc. He was at a loss of how to save his wife in this imaginary story he was telling. “How would you end the story?”     “Well she needs help,” Miwako decided, putting a finger to her chin like she was truly contemplating what should happen next. “Someone who could save her. Um..I know! What if Mini Sailor Venus came to help.”     “Mini Sailor Venus?” Shinn chuckled, realizing Miwako was talking about herself. “So you are going to save your mom? Sure, why not.”   O.o.O.o.O     “Hold it right there Beryl!” A voice announced from the entrance to the cabin. Standing there was a smaller version of Sailor Venus. “I am Mini Sailor Venus! In the name of Future Venus, I’ll punish you with the power of love! Catch mom!”     “Mom?” Minako wondered as the smaller version of her threw a bottle. The projectile hit her stone legs, broke, and covered her with a glimmering blue liquid. The liquid instantly turned her legs back to normal. Able to stand, Minako leapt away from Beryl and Adonis and stood close to Mini Sailor Venus. “I never gave birth to you.”     “Not yet you haven’t,” Mini Sailor Venus explained as she pulled out a key she just happened to have on hand and unlocked Minako’s manacles. “I have come from the future to not only help you escape and return the prince’s happiness, but also I have come to help to tell you Beryl’s secret weakness.” O.o.O.o.O     “Secret Weakness?” Shinn asked, unsure of what his daughter was talking about. “I wasn’t aware Beryl had a secret weakness. What is it?”     “Shiitake mushrooms!” Miwako shivered at the thought of them. “She’ll eat them and immediately pass out because of the bad taste.”     “Shiitake mushrooms?” Shinn smirked as he shook his head. “You are so your mother’s daughter. Okay, Mini-Sailor Venus, having brought shiitake mushrooms, threw one into Beryl’s mouth with a single elegant toss. Beryl, overwhelmed by the terrible taste, fainted and was no longer a threat. Wait, how would they beat Adonis?”     “Simple! Twin Crescent Beams!” Miwako cried, bouncing to her feet, and recreating her mother’s attack. “Crescent Beam! BOOM! And then he explodes into a billion pieces!”     “Okay, okay settle down,” Shinn appealed, pulling his daughter to the bed and tucking her back under the covers. “So with Adonis and Beryl defeated, Sailor Mini-Venus returned to the future and Sailor Venus returned the prince’s happiness. Back to normal, Prince Kunzite was ever grateful to Minako. The two started dating, eventually leading to them getting married, and having a beautiful girl named Miwako. The end.”     “I liked that story,” Miwako admitted as she slowly started to fall asleep. The sudden burst of action to recreate the Crescent Beam had been the last of the energy the little girl had in her reserves. Her eyes fluttered in a desperate attempt to stay open. “Hey, papa...How was the real Queen Beryl defeated?     “She…,” Shinn stopped himself as he remembered witnessing the incident through a psychic sensation despite being locked in the form of a stone. The image of Minako plunging her sword into the witch's stomach. O.o.O.o.O     It was not until years after his return, on the night of their wedding she confessed her dark secret. After making love and consummating their marriage, a dark expression crossed his new wife’s face, as she felt the need to confess to her husband.     “There’s something I promised I’d tell you when we were married,” Minako admitted as she looked down and buried her face in her Shinn’s chest, a bit afraid of how he would react. "The fight with Queen Beryl. I...I was happy I killed her. I still am and I hate that I am."     “Never feel a shred of guilt or shame for ridding the world of that monster,” Shinn answered as she wrapped his arms around his bride. “You did what you had to. We are warriors. Our hands have to be dirty so the innocent will not have to suffer under the darkness. Also, I want you to remember, there is nothing you can ever do to make me stop loving you.”   O.o.O.o.O     “They beat her with teamwork,” Shinn answered with a little white lie. It was as much of an answer he felt Miwako was able to handle. It was half true as part of how the Sailor Senshi had been able to defeat Beryl. “All thanks to your mom leading the way.”     “Hmm, Mommy’s awesome,” Miwako hummed as she laid her head on her father’s chest and drifted off to sleep. Shinn stayed by the girl’s side and gently stroked her hair. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t even hear the door open or see a familiar figure approach until the newcomer was at the edge of the bed.     “I go away for the evening only to find you in bed with another woman,” Minako teased low enough so as not to wake Miwako. “Did you two have fun?”     “What can I say she has a hold on me,” Shinn admitted, as he admired how good his wife looked in the dinner gown she had worn when she aided the Queen. Part of him wanted to have some alone time with his beloved, but he didn’t dare move and disturb Miwako’s sleep. “A power over me I can’t and don’t wish to fight. Just like her mother.”     “She’s adorable,” Minako whispered as she slid into bed and snuggled against Shinn’s other shoulder. “She’s the only woman I could ever see sharing you with.”     “That makes you a better person than me,” Shinn whispered back as he wrapped his other arm around his drowsy wife and pulled her close. “I could never share you with another man.”     “Actually there is another man,” Minako sighed as she took a hold of his wrist. She brought his hand to her stomach and rubbed it affectionately in circles. “And you’ll meet him in a few months.”     Shinn’s eyes became wide as he realized what his wife meant but he made no response. He dared not wake the sleepy blondes in his arms. Instead, the stoic man laid his head back, pulled his family close and smiled wide, feeling blessed he lived in a reality where he was able to tell them Fairy Tales. O.o.O.o.O     In “Parallel Sailor Moon'' a few things were added to the mythology of the franchise. First off the girls getting married and having kids who look a lot like them (the Juniors). It is also implied in the comic, all of the men who married the Senshi took part in Mukoyoshi (Adopted son in law”) and took the family name of their wives when they got married. Hence, Shinn would become Aino Shinn. Also, I wanted to try and recreate that family picture that exists online of Minako, Kunzite, Minako Jr., and a tiny boy with white hair standing together as I really think it’s the ending Minako always deserved in the end.       Thanks to Knowall7 for being my Beta.

[emilyschoi]

Falling

From First to Last Series Included:  Eunha (Emily), Jupiter (Lucas), Serenity (Jane), Venus (Minah) Daehyung (Daniel)  Mentioned : Endymion (M), Sungjae 

⁺˚*･༓☾ kitchen ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Jupiter stood by Princess Serenity as the Elysian’s elite gathered around her, gawking like she was some sort of exhibition. Prince Endymion had held a ball in their, well Princess Serenity’s honour. The night had been tense, to say the least, half of the earthlings thought they had the right to ask whatever they wanted not showing any of them an ounce of respect while the other half were more forthcoming about the disdain for them. The other Senshi were spread out across the room, Mars was leaning against a scowl permanently scarring around most people away from him as he eyed the exit. Mercury was a bit more civil but Jupiter could tell she was forcing a smile while dealing with them. Venus was nearby but surrounded by Elysian men who were making passes at her, he half expected her to pull her sword out and slice them up. The prince’s royal guard were also around each of them watching over their Prince and Princess Serenity.

“Are you okay?” Jupiter asked as the latest hoard left Serenity to no doubt go gossip with their friends about the princess from The Moon Kingdom. Serenity turned to him a small smile on her face as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I am fine,” she assured him but Jupiter knew better, there was sadness in her eyes. “I am just-” she said eyeing Prince Endymion who was stuck talking to bureaucrats and court officials. “I know the Prince means well, I can see it in his eyes. He truly believes that we can have peace but -’ she frowned as more people walked past her hushed whispers escaping their lips. “I have to wonder if it is worth it for him?” she said.

“Of Course it is, these people are probably stuck in the old ways and don’t want to change it because they might lose their power,” Jupiter said. “Plus they are jealous that I have managed to nab the prettiest girl in the room,” he said nudging her lightly. Princess Serenity smiled a real smile at him.

Venus finally made her way over to the pair muttering about how she needs a drink. Princess Serenity giggled turning to Jupiter with her eyes wide. “Lu-Jupiter, sorry i keep forgetting i meant to use your codenames, but could you get Venus and I something to drink, oh and maybe one of those delicious cakes we had at lunch?” she asked. Jupiter looked to Venus waiting for her permission, Serenity was their Princess of course but Venus was their leader. Venus nodded, her hand casually grazing over her waist where her whip was wound around unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

Jupiter walked away not trusting any of the already filled glass of champagne, Venus was still wary of the royal staff and until she was sure they would take no liberties. He made his way out of the ballroom heading in what he had hoped was the right way to the kitchens. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed he had a shadow following him.

Once he was far enough away from the party, in a dimly lit empty corridor he turned catching his new shadow and pinning it against the wall. His eyes widened as he recognized one of the royal guard, Eunha, the only female Knight. “What are you doing?” he asked softening his grip but not letting her escape.

“Getting my arm broken by you apparently,” she said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing sneaking around in the hallways?” she asked, pushing him off. Jupiter blinked, surprised that someone so small could push him away. “Well?” she asked her hand moving to reach for her sword.

“Stop,” Jupiter said holding his hands up. “Look i am trying to get the princess a bottle of champagne or actually she prefers wine, i don’t suppose you have any Plutonian red?” he asked.

“No sorry the ship hasn’t come in yet,” Eunha responded sarcastically. “And why do you need to get her a bottle there is more than enough in the ballroom,” she pointed out.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but your people have been a little hostile,” Jupiter said. He knew he shouldn’t explain anymore, Venus was still not sure about the royal guard, she believed that Sungjae was loyal to the Prince so, for now, they could trust him but the other three not so much.

“Oh so you want to make sure it’s safe,” Eunha said nodding, “Makes sense,” she said. Jupiter let out a relieved sigh at least she understood. “But can you explain why you are headed towards the Astronomy tower?” she asked raising an eyebrow

“I may be a little lost,” he admitted scratching the back of his neck. Eunha giggled and it might have been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. “Can you show me to the kitchen, the princess also wants cake,” he said.

“Well i can but first we are going to make a pit stop to the wine cellars, I know it’s not Plutonian red but we have a lovely Sauvignon from Komo,” she said. “I think Princess Serenity will like it,” she said with a grin. “Come on,” she said turning around and walking in the opposite direction that he had been headed. “Are you coming or should i let you just wander around on your own?” she asked tilting her head to the side as she looked back at him.

“Huh, no I,” he started to say before Eunha raced back grabbing his hands and pulling him along.

“Just come on,” Eunha said pulling him along. Jupiter smiled to himself that he would follow this girl anywhere, at least for the rest of the night.

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“Are you sure you can reach it?” Jupiter asked as Eunha climbed the least sturdy ladder he’d ever seen.

“Give me some credit,” Eunha laughed, “I got it,” she said, she turned to show him the bottle proudly. Jupiter gave her thumbs up, wishing she would just get down. As she moved to climb the room shook, the wine bottle fell to the ground with a crash as Eunha clutched onto the ladder for dear life. A second wave hit the room and the ladder lunged backwards, Eunha falling off with it. Without a moment hesitation Jupiter raced forward catching her in his arms.

“Uhm,” Eunha said, her cheeks heating up. “Guess Princess Serenity is going have to drink something else,” she muttered, tapping Jupiter’s arm to be put down. “What the hell was that?” she said as he placed her firmly on the ground. “We should have known if there was an earthquake,” she mumbled a frown on her face.

“I am glad you are okay, we are lucky we didn’t get hurt,” He said, a wine cellar full of glass bottles, they could have been covered in glass shards. Eunha turned to him a small smile on her face.

“Thank you for before,” she said. “That would have been a real pain in the -” she trailed off with the laugh. “Anyway should we just grab something and get out of here, i think they might need our help up there,” she said going to the door trying to open it but nothing happened. “Ah i hate to say it but do you think you could -” she said gesturing the door.

Jupiter nodded trying to open it himself but frowning it seemed the Earthquake seemed to have lodged into place. He tried to put his whole body into it but it still didn’t budge.

“Okay change of plans then,” Eunha frowned, walking over to a nearby barrel. “Come sit,” she said tapping the leftover space.

“Shouldn’t we send for help?” Jupiter said siting down. “I can try and get one of the guys to come down,” he said, pulling his communicator out, frowning as he looked over the screen, it was glitching, he couldn’t even get it to turn on.

‘I take it, it didn’t work,' Eunha said looking over his shoulder. “I guess there are worse places we could be stuck, at least we won’t dehydrate,” she joked. Jupiter continued to frown as hit the side of his communicator. “Hey, I’m sorry you are stuck down here, I should have just shown you to the kitchen like you asked,” she said softly.

“No you were just trying to help,” He said. “I am sure the will come to find us eventually, they are probably just helping everyone else get to safety,” he said. “So…. you look nice,” he said. “I mean you look good in a uniform, no that's still not right,” he said, shaking his head ignoring the giggles that were coming from beside him.

“Thank you, your suit looks very nice as well,” Eunha said, “It must be nice to be able to wear whatever you like,” she pouted. “But i guess since you are royalty you can -” she said, frowning. “Though the four heavenly kings title, though it would have to be changed to a queen - sorry i should stop talking,” she said closing her eyes.

“While i am sure you would have looked beautiful in a dress you look great in what you are wearing now,” He said. “Plus it’s pretty cool that you are the only female knight, your family must be proud,” he said, eyes widening as Eunha frowned. Did he say something wrong? “I’m sorry-” he started to apologize.

“No you did nothing wrong,” Eunha said softly. “It's just my family should be proud but apart from my cousin who is also part of the royal guard but they aren’t,” she frowned. “Infact, I am pretty much disowned until I give up on this foolish escapade and accept Lord Gideon’s proposal, be a proper lady of society, live the aristocratic life,” she said fiddling around with her bracelet.

“Well they are stupid,” Jupiter said, grabbing her hand and threading his fingers through hers. “On my planet, you’d be praised for your bravery and hard work,” he said. “And what are you talking about, you are a queen aren’t you,” he said causing Eunha to laugh. “A queen should not be slumming it with a lord,” he pointed out.

“Do you happen to know any single princes?” she joked.

“Just one, I think you’d like him, he wouldn’t care that you are a royal guard he’d think it’s pretty cool,” he said. “Plus he is very handsome,” he said.

“Oh really, well you will have to introduce me to him one day,” Eunha giggled.

“Hi I’m Lucas, Prince of Jupiter, “ He said squeezing her hand lightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said letting go of her hand to stand up and bow.

“Oh,” Eunha said purposely avoiding eye contact, her falling to frame her face trying to her pink cheeks. “Is Lucas really your name?” she asked not looking at him. “It doesn’t sound very Jupitery.’ she said as Jupiter snorted. Jupitery.

“It’s the Elysian version,” he shrugged. “You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my name,” he said.

“Well that somehow sounds you like are insulting me,” Eunha said as Jupiter spluttered ready to apologise to tell that he didn’t mean it like that. “But I’ll allow it since your very handsome”“ she laughed.

‘I have been told i look good in a suit,” Jupiter laughed.

They both stopped as the door opened, one of the royal staff, Eunmi, a friend of Eunha’s stood there a look of confusion gracing her features as she took in the scene in front of her. They weren’t in a compromising position by any standard but still, the look on Eunmi's face was one of disapproval.

“Eunmi,” Eunha called, “You are okay? Is everyone else okay? How bad was the Earthquake?” Eunha rushed over as her friend’s brows furrowed.

“What are you talking about? There was no Earthquake?” she said looking from Eunha to Jupiter barely hidden her very obvious distrust.

Eunha frowned, “Yes there was, I almost fell off a ladder, if it wasn’t Jupiter i would have broken my neck,” she said. Eunmi shrugged pushing past them and grabbing two bottles of champagne

“I think you should go back to guarding Prince Endymion,” she said as she walked past them. “Maybe he’ll know about this earthquake,” she said with an eye-roll. Eunha scowled at her friend, wondering what her problem was.

“Sorry about her,” Eunha apologized to Jupiter. “She just really hates most people actually,” she said frowning. “It’s not as good as the Komo but that Antares is pretty good, very sweet though,” Eunha said nodding to a bottle a lot closer to a reachable level.” Jupiter nodded, grabbing it. “Do you still want to go to the kitchen?” she asked.

“Hmm I am feeling a little peckish how about you?” he asked.

“I could eat,” Eunha said with a grin.

“Ladies first,” Jupiter said holding the door open for her.

“Age before beauty,” Eunha said with a giggle as Jupiter rolled his eyes walking out of the wine cellar. Eunha followed, looking down the hall to see Beryl, one of the workers sneaking out of a room. She frowned.

“Are you coming?” Jupiter called out with an eye roll Eunha followed after him thinking nothing more of Beryl or the weird not quiet Earthquake.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

“Daehyung you can’t let them to this me,” Eunha cried as she was thrown into to the cell, soldiers ordered by her so-called leader, locked her way with a harsh glare. “Dae please,” she whispered looking at her cousin desperately hoping some remnant of her cousin was left.

“Oh Eunha,” Daehyung spoke, his normally vibrant brown eyes were cold and maniac. “This is only temporary just till we defeat those bastards and get you free from his control,” he said, stepping forward and trying to reach out to her, she stepped back a cold glare of her own thrown his way.

“Right,” Eunha said. “I am the brainwashed one,” she said rolling her eyes. “You are so stupid Daehyung,” she said mockingly.

“I am going to forgive you for saying that because i know it’s not you,” Daehyung said eyes narrowing. “But i would suggest thinking very hard about what you say next, actions have consequences,” he warned.

“Threatening me now Dae?” Eunha laughed darkly. “So when exactly did my cousin die? Was when you decided to betray our prince or -” she trailed off. “Just go, i never thought i would have something in common with your father but just seeing your face right now is making me sick,” she spat. For the briefest second her Daehyung came through, her harsh words managed to get through if the hurt look on his face was anything to go by.

‘And your mum is right you should never become a member of the royal guard, you are too emotive, too easy, one guy gives you a little attention and you’re ready to betray your entire planet,” he spat and like the Beryl controlled Daehyung was back. “I’ll make sure to bring back lover boys corpse, maybe that will snap you out of this,” he said.

Eunha said nothing, turning away from him instead of looking at the wall. Was it to make a statement? Sure, but it was mostly to hide her tears. She waited until she heard his footsteps disappear to turn around. She couldn’t stay here, she had to get out of here and warn Endymion and Serenity.

She was about to enact her escape plan when she heard footsteps coming down to her. She frowned, who was left. Daehyung had surely gone.

  “You should have just agreed to marry me,” Gideon said, stepping out of the shadows. Eunha bit back an annoyed groan, seriously. She looked over at him dressed in the new Elysian uniform. “If you did you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Gideon?” she said softly, “My head hurts,” she lied as he stepped forward. She felt bad for playing on his emotions, sure he was arrogant normally but deep down he was a good guy, well normally, now he had been corrupted Beryl who knows. “What is happening?” she groaned grabbing at her stomach. “Make it stop,” she whined. Gideon stepped forward putting his hands throw the bars only for Eunha to grab the back of his head and slam it against the bar, knocking him out.

The idiots, in a rush to get out of the way, didn’t check for weapons, well they thought they did but they didn’t look at her jewellery, an anklet from the Mercurian Royal Family, one Lucas had given to her on their last visit, just incase something happened to her. Well, this definitely counted as something happening to her. She stood as far away as from the bars as she could before breaking the chain off her anklet and throwing it at the bars blowing them straight out of the way. The blast wasn’t as large as she expected but it did the job and thankfully left Gideon and his uniform completely unscared.

“I am sorry Gideon,” she whispered as she stripped him of his uniform, smiling as she found his credentials. She threw his uniform in a rush racing out the garden where ships we being filled with Elysian soldiers. She couldn’t go with them she would be found out in instant but the transporter pods, those would be useful. She saw Parker one of Sungjae’s right-hand men about to take forward, she ran forward pushing him out of the way stepping on the pod and instantly being transported to the moon.

She looked around seeing wave after wave Elysian soldiers storming through the moon kingdom. To her left, she saw a Lunarian family quivering in fear staring at her wide-eyed and shaking. She shook her head removing the dagger Gideon had on his uniform and passing it to the mother who looked at her unsure. “Use it protect your family,” she said. The woman said nothing grabbing the dagger and looking at once more before nodding.

Eunha nodded racing forward pushing past Elysian soldiers as she got into the castle. It seemed the Elysian army had already managed to make it’s way into the castle because all she saw was ruins and bodies. She shook her head looking around for anyone she knew, ideally finding Prince Endymion would be the best option but she would take anyone right now. She saw sparks coming from further inside, Jupiter, she ran forward spotting him.

“Jupiter,” she called out running forward. “Look it’s not them, they are being controlled by Beryl,” she said as she got to him. She didn’t notice the look Jupiter and Mercury shared, “We have to find Endymion and Serenity, Beryl wants them -” she said, Jupiter grabbed her holding her still. “What are you doing? They are coming? They are going to-” she spoke as realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He didn’t believe her or he thought she was part of it.

“Lucas, you have to believe me, I am still me,” she said. Jupiter whispered that he was so sorry. She looked up at him, a frown on her face as she felt the dagger pierce her skin, her eyes widened as her hand went to her chest, she felt the warmth of her blood being spilled.. Stumbling forward Jupiter’s arm wrapped around her, she choked trying to speak but her mouth was full of blood. She tried to push away from him, desperately trying to breathe but her body had stopped working.

[thoughtfulfangirling]

Takes! Michiru

This may as well be plagiarism because I never knew what to think about Michiru and never really bothered to dig into her and then I started reading your fic and well guess what??? Your word is law irt Michi XD But I will try! 

>How can one believe they are terrible but also incredibly self prideful? It’s more likely than you think! And Michiru has it in spades! It’s not that she’s proud of hating herself. She’s a smart and clever woman who is just objectively able to recognize fact for what it is and if that means she’s a terrible person, well so be it.

>Intuitive of a person’s character... to a degree. I actually think her very stark way of thinking about things, the same part of her that ‘objectively recognizes’ she’s terrible, means she misses out on parts of people. But for the most part, I think she is a very good judge of character. I think mostly she would fall victim to paralyzing a person in her mind. Her first couple impressions tells her about someone, and then that’s it. That’s who they are. And so she may miss when someone is changing or in a transitional stage until she sees something big and telling in their character to express otherwise. (I actually think getting to know Catra better got me to this, bc I think it’s something they share.)

> Guarded. Okay, that’s wholesale entirely stolen from you more word for word than the rest but I’m running out of something I can just extrapolate on okay? She doesn’t let others in easily though, and I think it even takes Haruka a long time to really know Michiru. Some of that is Haruka being Haurka, taking things at face value and being bullheaded and not noticing stuff. Ask her five months into the two of them dating what Michiru’s favorite color is, and Haruka will say ‘teal’ because of Michiru’s hair and Michi’s fashion sense meaning she doesn’t ignore her hair color, not because Michiru has actually told her or revealed any sort of thing such as ‘favorite color.’ 

Oh wait, it was four things. SHIT. I’m still not done. 

> Self sacrificing BUT ONLY FOR THE ONE SHE LOVES. Yep. I’m just throwing up my arms now. Straight from canon. Enforced over and over again by Doc’s fics. Senshi life? Whatever. She can put in some effort, no mind that ‘some’ of Michiru Kaioh’s efforts is some efficient as shit stuff, but for Haurka? There is no injury she won’t throw herself in front of for that woman. 

THERE 

XD This isn’t a great start with how much I struggled for that one woops haha

[angelmoongirl]

2019 Fanfiction Year in Review

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Thank you to @faulkner-blog for the tag!!! 😘

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1. List of fics completed this year:

It’s a sad list, I know. “The Thing About Your Transformation” is the only COMPLETED fic this year, though, I did update WIPs “Blind Faith”, “Anomaly”, and “The Castle of Lethe”. Real life was just a smidge distracting with getting married and going on a honeymoon and all that 😉

2. Number of words written

Taking the lazy road out on this one 🙈 With all the various chapter updates I’m honestly not sure but it’s a lot?

3. Your most popular fic this year

I guess it depends on how you measure popularity! “Blind Faith” has been a big hit in terms of readership and reviews. But “The Thing About Your Transformation” garnered the most buzz particularly among SM fanfiction legends like @idesofnovember and @floraone (bows to your supreme prowess!) so there’s that 😅🥰

4. Your personal favorite this year

“Blind Faith”, hands down. I have SO MUCH planned for it and I cannot wait to show you guys how kickass blind Usagi will become or how much growth her relationship with Mamoru is going to go through 🙃 And of course there’s still THE REVEAL!

5. Your favorite scene

I really loved when Luna encourages Usagi to “Let go” and it’s like this dam inside her breaks and she just screams and yells and destroys her bedroom in “Blind Faith”... it was really cathartic for her since she can’t cry anymore! I also loved writing Usagi’s pain spell in “Anomaly”... yes. I am a little sadistic. You don’t have to tell me that!

Writing Usagi and Mamoru slooooowly, very slowly, falling in love in “Blind Faith” is pretty swell too 😊

6. A fic or scene that challenged you

“The Castle of Lethe” has been a challenge because it’s this monstrous new world with lots of original characters and while our beloved Senshi and Mamoru still play a role, most of the main focus will be on Usagi and her journey back to remembering who she is. SO MUCH IS AT STAKE IF SHE DOESN’T GUYS SO MUCH 😬

“Blind Faith” has had its fair share of challenges as well. It was a tricky thing having Usagi go through the depression of losing her sight without losing what makes her Usagi... but she’s in a better place now, and a big part of that is to do with Mamoru 😉 Speaking of... that first ‘lesson’ that basically became a screaming match was challenging too! I wanted it to be raw and bitter and to kind of... maybe not cross the line but toe the line? Hopefully it succeeded!

7. A line of writing you’re proud of

Um... would it be wrong of me to say I’m still SO proud of Usagi’s “And what about now?” line in “The Thing About Your Transformation”? Like... I’m so proud of her for dealing out some innuendo Mamoru’s way and it’s this wonderfully teasing affectionate moment but also girl got fire and she’s not afraid to let Mamoru know she can play tit for tat 🤣

8. A comment that touched you

That’s like asking me to pick a favorite child 😭 I get so much awesome feedback from all my reviewers and I treasure EVERY SINGLE ONE!

9. Something that inspired your writing this year

Anything from music to dreams to TV shows. There’s a definite homage to Stranger Things in an upcoming chapter of “Blind Faith”. And a future segment of “Anomaly” is based on a pretty terrifying dream I had. But most of all... I draw inspiration from my hubby for the romance. He’s my own personal Mamo-chan ❤️

10. Your proudest accomplishment (that one scene, finally finishing that one fic, posting your first fic, etc)

Honestly... just the fact that I wrote anything at all. This year has been one of the most stressful of my life with single-handedly planning a large wedding AND honeymoon... it’s quite the time-consuming affair! But I balanced the two somehow!

11. Do you have any writing goals for the next year?

I’d definitely love to complete all the WIPs out there... and that includes “Snapshots of the Royals” which still holds a soft spot in my heart. It was supposed to go all the way up until the Black Moon attack and Chibi-Usa’s first trip into the past, with a couple epilogue-like shorts to follow. But I keep putting it off until I go through and give it a facelift. It was written over a decade ago and my writing has grown a lot since then. ONE OF THESE DAYS I swear I will actually do it lol! Teaser for an upcoming chapter, the royals celebrate Endymion’s birthday by sneaking out for a day among the common people! And little Small Lady has been having some strange, perhaps prophetic dreams...

There are a couple one shots I’m half done. One is tentatively titled “Dirty Laundry” and it’s a post-Makai Tree U/M exploring their undefined relationship. The other has no title but it’s about Mamoru’s angst that new baby Chibi-Usa has no grandparents on his side of the family. Hopefully you will see those this year 😜

[cosmamas]

because ya’ll are WEAK ( the following is based more so around this verse ): she doesn’t plan the day that she finally decides to leave this world. it just sort of...happens. she’s been alive for a very long time by now and if she wanted, she could keep being alive for a very long time but it’s time for her to go. by now all her friends have passed on again ( when the rest of the senshi were reincarnated, they returned to being princesses of their own planets as cosmos considers whatever pact the sol senshi had with queen serenity broken ) and their kingdoms / titles now belong to their own children / heirs.  mamoru would’ve passed on a long time ago as well so she thinks that it’s finally time for her to do the same. she doesn’t see what she’s doing as death as it isn’t final. she will simply return to the white room and wait since she’s destined to always return to the galaxy and defend it if need be but she’s earned her rest for now.

she sees her child(ren) one last time but doesn’t tell them what she plans on doing. it’s easier / less messy that way. she’s never been good with emotions ( suppressing them / spending hundreds of years alone can do that ) and would rather avoid seeing them upset / hurt if she can. she would, however, write a letter explaining everything. she cries a lot and second guesses her decision while writing it but ultimately manages to get through it. she tells them how much she loves them, how much she knows that her being gone will hurt them but how strong she knows they are to get through it. she talks about how much she wants them to experience joy and know happiness always. she leaves a kiss near her signature ( which is a badly written love mama of course ). the letter always has her scent no matter how many years pass.

she hasn’t transformed in years but in the middle of the night - before she goes to sleep for good - she does it one last time. her time as sailor cosmos signified a lot of pain for her but she knows that she wouldn’t be the woman she is now without that experience. also she forgot how great flying felt. cosmos vc: holy crap. her death is very titanic / fairytale-ish ( it’s what she deserves ) in that she dies in her sleep, happy and content as she ‘dreams’ / returns to the cauldron. when she wakes up, she practically leaps out of bed and rushes out of her room to find where everyone is and there they all are: her friends, the starlights, princess kakyuu, and every other senshi she’s fought with and known over the years. rei is the first one to speak: ‘ akari is always late! ’

there’s a lot of crying, hugging, and kisses as she greets all of her friends. she dances with ami and haruka. she sings with minako and seiya. gets a little tipsy with michiru and setsuna. she may or may not ‘convince’ hotaru to join her at the food table as she not-so-subtly pigs out while aggressively ignoring the vegetables makoto placed out ( screw carrots man ). once she’s all worn out, she’ll slip out onto the balcony where he has been waiting patiently all this time. he didn’t need the first hug nor the first kiss as he knows he’ll get the last one and he does. they sit together, quietly watching the stars and knowing they’ll always be together no matter how many lives they live. she eventually falls asleep in his arms just like she used to.

i’m not going to write her letter out ( it would be pages ) but here’s a snippet:

whenever you are feeling sad, lost, or scared look up to the stars and know that i’m amongst them now, forever watching over you my love. know that the brightest star is my love for you - bright and eternal - and that it’ll always be shining just for you, comforting you during even the most difficult times. you’ve always made me proud and i know you’ll continue to do so. you are my greatest treasure. my one and only. always and forever. love mama.

[apsaraqueen]

Tumblr ate this the first time, so trying again. Answering @coppercrane2’s fic asks!

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Yes, absolutely! Almost all of them, in some way or another. Travel in particular is a huge inspiration for me. It’s always fun to set stories in places I’ve been, and recall the landscape, the food, the language, the visual and physical memories. Kind of helps me process the trip in a different way and think about the culture in a new light, if that makes any sense? The #ssrevmb2019 fic I’m working on now is very much inspired by a trip to Egypt I took a few years ago. And on a more personal level, I definitely will mine interactions and conversations I’ve had - with friends, my family, the husband - for dialogue. I don’t think any of my fics have been wholly based on actual events of my life, because my life is..........not that exciting, but personal experience always plays a part.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I already did this one for another ask but I’m going to do it again here, because why not?

“You seem to know the Diet building pretty damn well,” you noted.

Jude’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. “Well, I’ve only been sleeping with this blueprint under my pillow for the better part of two months now. Any closer and I’d be dry-humping it.” He leaned back in his rusty chair; the front two legs lifted off the floor, suspended. You really hated it when he did that. “You seem a little on edge, boss. Care to share?”

You sighed. “No. Just…I hate waiting.”

“Soon,” he said. “You guys ever had a mole?”

A short, incredulous laugh escaped you. “You’d have to be pretty fucked in the brain to leave a cushy life in CT and come spy on us in this shithole.”

He was smiling. “Oh, I don’t know. Seems like it could be pretty glamorous. Be a double agent. Take down a dictator. Topple the government. Get the MILF.”

“Who taught you to have such a filthy mouth, boy?”

“Thought you were pretty partial to my filthy mouth, boss.”

“My point was,” you redirected the conversation, ignoring the flush crawling up your cardiganed chest, “it’s not actually that glamorous. Think about it. You’d have to make friends with us – I mean, I wouldn’t wish that on anybody. But then you’d have to lie to us, betray us. How would anyone from those pretty palaces in CT look at themself in the mirror? They’d be the same monster as they say we are. They couldn't get their hands dirty like that. Trust me.”

From Kataphileo, a loosely Rei/Mars x Jadeite (but also OC x Jadeite...it’s, uh, complicated......) fic set in Crystal Tokyo that I wrote for the 2017 Senshi/Shitennou Bang. It’s on AO3, under apsaraqueen.

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIC, HUGE SPOILER FOLLOWS. I like that this conversation pretty much articulates exactly what is happening in the fic, on the superficial plot level for sure, but also emotionally for Jadeite, who engages in rather amoral shenanigans in this one. It was a fun, ironic bit of foreshadowing to write, and an almost accidental insight into his character, who I otherwise tried to keep a black box throughout the entirety of the fic. END OF HUGE SPOILER.

H: How would you describe your style?

Ooh, this is a hard one. I don’t know if this actually describes my style, but maybe more what I aspire for? I try to write stuff that is atmospheric and lyrical, probably because that’s what I enjoy reading. I try to convey a strong sense of time and place and mood, and I definitely use way, WAY too many words to do it.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Yes. Smut!

Seriously, I love it. Reading and writing both! I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I really enjoy the striations of character and emotion that you can pull from it. And when it’s done well, it’s so satisfying (teehee) to read. It can be beautiful, raunchy, powerful, a show of control or loss of it, soft and dreamy, funny and raw, the moment that a fight turns to something else...the list goes on. Maybe I like it because it IS so hard to do well - although I’m lucky with the Sailor Moon fandom in that there are so many brilliant authors writing it, like the asker​ herself...

And of course it goes without saying that smut isn’t the only way to convey any or all of the above things, not at all. I’m just a perv who likes reading it :P

Oh wait, you asked for a guilty pleasure...

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

There is only one possible reason the tragedy queen herself would ask me this, and THAT is to laugh at how pitifully weak my angst game is compared to hers.

Honestly, the whole Senshi x Shitennou story is pretty depressing as-is; anything a fic writer can do is just icing on a canonically angsty cake. But we do love a good redemption story, so I think the saddest ideas I’ve had tend to center around that redemption never coming to fruition. The Moon winning the battle back in the Silver Millennium, and the Shitennou dying for it, not even getting a shot in the future. The Shitennou coming back in the modern era or Crystal Tokyo but never finding their destiny or the people who cared for them in the past, and always feeling strangely unfulfilled with their lives. Or worse, finding them, but things not working out for whatever reason, and then having to live with that. Missed moments, what-ifs, that kind of thing.

And speaking of Crystal Tokyo, that’s fertile ground for all kinds of mopey speculation! I did start writing a fic once that dealt with Kunzite’s reaction to Endymion dying of old age wayyy in the future, but that was too much even for me and I ended up dropping it. Maybe someday!

Thank you for the asks, @coppercrane2!