Heralded by the New Era

Hello! I am Tumblr user fortythousandth, most commonly referred to as FT, and I really enjoy screaming about Sailor Moon and, increasingly, Steven Universe in my free time. 24, he/him/his, living in the midwestern United States with my fiancee panegyrical, our ridiculous dog, and our eternally salty cat. You're probably here for Haruka/Michiru fanfiction. Pretty much everything I write can be found under the My Writing tag and in my Fanfiction Masterpost in the toolbar below. Fair warning: it's about 70% NSFW. Most of my long drawn out thoughts go under my Analysis tag. Please never hesitate to say hello, and welcome to my little corner of the internet!

[nypost]

110-year-old Flossie Dickey is not excited about her birthday party – or this TV interview. 

[ftdth2020]

Really now. Who were the three voters who didn't put Ken Griffey Jr. on their Hall of Fame ballot (437 out of 440 votes for a 99.3%, now the highest percentage of all time). Love Junior. No doubt he was going in. This is fantastic.

I am SO PLEASED. We FINALLY got someone going in with the Mariners hat. Only took us 35+ years, ahaha. Junior was my first ever favorite player and I’m so happy.

(On a related note, I’m still holding out hope Edgar gets in one day although the likelihood is fairly low.)

(On another related note: HOW ABOUT THOSE SEAHAWKS? I still don’t know what the hell happened there but a win is a win!)

[ftdth2020]

Fic: Acceleration, Haruka x Michiru, ~2250 words, Rated G

Phew. It’s been a while, huh? Happy belated holidays to all!

My Sparklee was the ever-talented @worldsubmerge! I chose the prompt of a Harumichi first date, with a couple of tweaks. In canon, I don’t necessarily see those two having what’s typically known as a first date, so I strove in this for one of the first moments of actual intimacy between these two. Jenn, I hope you enjoy!

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It's been three weeks, four days, and approximately two hours since erstwhile racing prodigy Haruka Tenoh had picked up the henshin wand, flinched like the sky was about to fall, and finally turned to Sailor Neptune, murmuring, "Now what?"

Now what, indeed? 

When Haruka had decided to accept herself as Sailor Uranus, everything, obviously, had changed. But whether or not it's a net change for the better or the worse, Michiru still doesn't know.

On one hand, getting Uranus is by far the best thing that's ever happened to this incarnation of Sailor Neptune. Uranus' power is devastating. Michiru had thought that Neptune was good at defeating daimons--and she is--Uranus amazes her.

Everything is new. Everything is still a bit uneasy. She can see it, in Uranus--no, she sees it in Haruka, the way she still looks over her shoulder in battle to make sure Neptune is behind her, or the way she blasts enemies, the take-no-prisoners style more appropriate for a last-chance solo deathwish, barely even considering another person there behind her to back her up.

And then there are the dreams, the visions.

She still gets the ones she’s used to of crumbling cities, panic and terror, evil.

But more and more frequently, now that Uranus is awake, it seems as though her subconscious--or her past self--is filling in some blanks for her. That’s the only possible explanation as to why these dreams can feel so real and leave her certain that sometime, somewhere, all of this must have really happened.

Michiru is, by no means, the pure ingenue intended by her parents, but all of her dalliances with women in the past have been...incidental. Ways to pass the time, ways to stop the constant churning in her mind, simple distractions.

Certainly, it never progressed to what she feels in her dreams now--or the constant jitteriness that plagues her every time she’s near Haruka now.

No, Haruka isn't the first woman Michiru's ever been attracted to, but she is, by far, the most startling.

Even sitting across from Haruka in a cafe sipping tea, an ostensibly peaceful weekend activity, is alarming. Haruka’s hair is tousled just so, and she’s jauntily rolled up her sleeves on the hot summer day, and one of the sleeves is falling down a bit but it still looks like she did it on purpose somehow, and Michiru wants to fix it. Every fiber of her being aches to brush her hand against the ropy muscle in Haruka’s arms, to push her hair back from her eyes, to--

“I’ve been thinking,” Haruka says.

“Oh?” It’s a quick save, almost child’s play by now--it’s nowhere near the first time Michiru’s mind has wandered steadily toward to the gutter in Haruka’s presence.

“Yeah,” Haruka leans forward, enthusiasm mounting. “So we’ve been pretty lucky so far when we’ve, uh...fought,” she says, dropping her voice on the last word and glancing around the thankfully deserted cafe. “We’ve always been pretty close to the monsters and it hasn’t been a problem yet. But what are we going to do if there’s something happening on the other side of town or something?”

“It hasn’t been a problem yet,” Michiru replies, “the sea, after all, is quite clear on the locations of daimons.” This is true--ever since Neptune’s earliest days, when working solo, she’d had to rely on her psychic powers. It certainly wouldn’t do to constantly take a chauffeur into battle.

Haruka seems to deflate a bit. “Yeah. The sea.”

“But I’m glad to hear your discussions of strategy,” Michiru interjects--much more quickly and desperately than intended--but Haruka doesn’t seem to notice.  It’s already distressingly hard for Michiru to even fight along Haruka and to stop herself from throwing herself in front of any sort of rogue projectile hurtling Haruka’s way--she can hardly handle being the one to wipe the eagerness off Haruka’s face, especially on a sleepy, sun-drenched afternoon.  

And true to form, a slow grin creeps back onto Haruka’s face. “We need some other method of transportation.”

Inside, Michiru can’t help but warm at the ‘we.’ It’s been a process for them to even begin acting as the team they’re destined to become, and it gives Michiru a helpless giddiness every time Haruka seems to acknowledge it. “And what did you have in mind?”

Haruka lights up. “Cars are great, of course. But I just got...access to a new motorcycle, and I rode it here today.”

Michiru quirks an eyebrow, humoring her. “Is that so?”

“And...well...I was thinking that I could take you home today! On my motorcycle.”

This was not the direction Michiru expected the conversation to take. Michiru blinks, mind racing. “You want me to ride...on your motorcycle.”

Haruka nods, eyes bright. “Motorcycles are amazing! They’re smaller, easier to maneuver, we can get one pretty much anywhere...they’d be perfect for if we ever had to go anywhere fast.” Michiru realizes with a sudden pang that Haruka’s actually trying to convince her. Haruka wants her company, and Haruka wants to do this with her. It’s a foreign feeling, being wanted to the point of being cajoled.

And that’s how Michiru ends up mere moments later standing outside the cafe next to a gleaming, rumbling motorcycle, with Haruka all but pressed up against her placing a giant helmet on her hair.

"Safety first, right?" Haruka's fingers dance with alacrity beneath Michiru’s chin.

“I’ve never seen you with a helmet before,” murmurs Michiru, which, perhaps, makes sense with senshi healing and all it entails, but Michiru’s not particularly keen on testing this at 70 miles per hour on bare concrete. She steals a glance at the motorcycle, the purr of the engine beginning to come off as more of a growl of a wild beast.

“Well, you get one, okay? I have to keep you safe.” Haruka finishes the helmet, and smirks at Michiru. “It suits you.”

One of Michiru’s hands drifts up to feel the unnatural mass atop her curls, and she tries not to think about the havoc this is going to wreak on her nightly de-frizzing routine. Instead she tries to be jaunty. “What, danger?”

This time Haruka actually laughs--in Michiru’s face, no less! “Danger? We’re going to be in a purely residential area, 30 miles an hour tops. There’s no need to worry about danger.”

“Hm,” Michiru says, watching as Haruka straddles the bike and twists back to gaze at her, hand outstretched.

“Ready?”

It’s at this moment that the doubts kick in. Kaiohs, as a rule, tend to be chauffeured everywhere, if anything. They do not ride on motorcycles. And riding on the back of a motorcycle does not count as being chauffeured.

She’s not quite sure where the nagging fear inside of her is coming from, though. Haruka certainly is a prodigal racer, even if Michiru’s certain that she in no way has any sort of a valid license. Haruka also isn’t about to take any chances with her--at least, she doesn’t think she would. Michiru’s already chastised Haruka for being reckless too many times in a span of mere weeks of partnership, so it has to be at the forefront of Haruka’s mind.

But then there’s the final and most persistent fact rooted deep in her heart: Michiru would go anywhere with Haruka. She’d do anything with Haruka.

So against her better judgment--all too common when it comes to Haruka--she takes Haruka’s  hand and swings herself on. The motorcycle churns beneath her.

“Shall we go?” she says.

Haruka hesitates. “Uh, there is one thing.”

“Which is?”

“You might want...to hold on to something?”

Michiru glances around for some sort of handle and sees none. “What do you suggest?”

Haruka coughs. “Uh...you don’t have to. Most people who ride on the back just kind of sit there supporting themselves, eventually. But if you’re unsteady, you might want...to hold on to...me?”

Michiru has rarely been given such an appealing yet harrowing proposition. She glances at Haruka’s sturdy back, outlined in her white uniform shirt pulling tight against her broad shoulders, and imagines what it would feel like to wrap her arms around Haruka and curl up. Her heart twists with yearning.

Then her reasonable side kicks in. She definitely can’t. She can’t hide, that close to Haruka. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”

“All right.” She’s probably imagining the disappointment in Haruka’s voice, but before she has time to dwell, Haruka kicks p the kickstand. “We’ll start slowly.”

Haruka slides the motorcycle into gear, and they’re off.

Well...sort of.

All of a sudden, they’re moving, and the ground is right there rushing past, and the wind is whipping against her, and it’s so unstable and Haruka is way too young for this and what was she thinking--

They crest into a curve.

Michiru barely suppresses a scream, lunging forward and blindly grabbing at Haruka. In that split second, she discovers two things: one, Haruka may be thin but her body is bound with hard muscle, and two, beneath all of those baggy shirts and blazers she wears, it turns out that Haruka Tenoh does, indeed, have certain...characteristics common to women.

Even over the roar of the engine, Michiru hears Haruka squeak as she straightens the bike. "M-maybe you could move your hand down a few centimeters?"

Blood pours into Michiru’s face and she's so grateful that Haruka can't see her. She moves down to clutch the fabric of Haruka’s shirt, above her stomach, trying hard not to touch any skin.

“Are you doing okay?” Haruka yells.

“Fine,” Michiru yells back. Her eyes are closed, she realizes, and she forces them open, only to be greeted by ribbons of highway scrolling past her vision. She tries to focus, instead, on the tangible. Unfortunately, the nearest tangible thing is Haruka, her warm back and musky cologne, which has a negligible effect on soothing Michiru’s nerves.

She barely notices they’ve stopped until Haruka clears her throat hard, sending another pang of terror through Michiru until the situation becomes clear.

“You seem nervous,” Haruka says.

“I am fine,” Michiru insists, biting off each word, trying to will the heartbeat pounding in her head to slow down.

“Are you sure?” Haruka presses.

“Absolutely.”

“You’re choking me.”

Michiru realizes, suddenly, that she’s still clutching to Haruka in somewhat of a death grip, and she detaches quickly. “Excuse me.”

“You should still hold on, a bit, I mean, you don’t have to but…” Haruka shrugs, trying to appear jaunty. “You really are safe with me. I’m basically an expert.”

"You are fifteen!" Michiru’s voice pitches to nearly a shriek and she clamps her mouth shut, furious at Haruka, herself, and everything in the world that had conspired to lead to this moment. Haruka blinks at her, a bit shocked. “And have acquired a great deal of automotive experience, to be sure…”

The light ahead of them changes to green. “I’m going to show you something,” Haruka calls.

Michiru focuses on controlling her breathing. She’s always had issues with having faith in people, going back to her very first report cards. The kindergarten teacher had tried to frame it as selfishness, but even at five years old Michiru had known better than to let others who couldn’t be trusted play with her toys. Michiru also has always been an exceptional rapid judge of character.

And Haruka, she knows, is good.

“Look to your left,” Haruka calls over the roar of the engine.

Exploding into view, over the grassy hills, is the sea. Haruka’s taking the long way home, she realizes, the one that routes right by the sea.

Haruka is so damn good it hurts sometimes.

She takes in a deep breath, letting the saltiness wash over her senses and soothe her soul. The ocean always grounds her, always roots her, and this is no exception, the gentle waves washing against the shore.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Haruka says.

And in that instant, Michiru realizes what this is.

This is Haruka’s world.

The wind ruffling her hair and clothes and swirling around them is Haruka’s element. The motorcycle, churning with contained power beneath them, is Haruka’s hobby. And the sea, spread out before them--that’s Michiru.

This is Haruka’s world, and Michiru’s right here with her. Michiru’s inside, with Haruka.

For a sudden surprising moment, the air whipping against her face or the sharpness of the air or SOMETHING causes Michiru’s eyes to blur, and she settles against Haruka, feeling her heartbeat pound, steady and sure.

The Kaioh estate comes up soon, faster than Michiru’s been expecting, and it’s with reluctance that she detaches herself.

“We’ll get better at this,” Haruka assures her, as she coasts to a stop.

“I’m sure.” Michiru blinks out at the world around her, feeling oddly light. She believes it. She believes Haruka.

“So...was it okay?” Haruka casts an anxious look toward her and Michiru wants to grab onto her again. A part of her wants to wrap her arms around Haruka and whisper in her ear to just go, to take off, head up the coast and who knows where, away from all of this and everything that could hurt her and just run, like Haruka’s always wanted, like Haruka really should’ve done.

But Haruka didn’t run. Because of her.

Michiru settles on saying, “I think I’d like you to pick me up again this time tomorrow.”

Haruka’s face relaxes and she beams. “Good. I’ll be there.”

And Michiru knows she will. 

[judedeluca]

The Adventures of Siren and Windblade

This is for http://fortythousandth.tumblr.com/ for the “sparkle sparkle it’s the fucking holidays ahahah.”

I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been feeling up and down a lot this month and I didn’t mean to wait so close to the 25th to have this done.

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[ftdth2020]

OH MAN, I’m so sad I’ve been on hiatus these past few weeks and only just saw this now.

This is EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED! I’ve been craving a good comic superhero!AU forEVER and this delivers on so many fronts!

The setting, the character names, the plots--all of this is perfect. It really feels like I’m reading a comic book as I read this. The care and detail put in is palpable. I don’t want to give away any plot twists because you should instantly go read this, but the conceit of the whole thing and the “twist” is genius and I could so easily see this really happening. Haruka especially is a star in this.

Thank you so much again, this is wonderful!

[sailormoonsub]

Christmas + Inner Senshi + Text Posts + Oddly Specific Combinations of Things

[8bittheatrics]

>You Should Watch the Midnight Channel, Sailor Moon

OKAY HI SO in the recent Goggles backlog that keyofjetwolf posted, someone had drawn Minako on the Midnight Channel (which is from the video game Persona 4, also known as my one of my One True Loves, for those who are unfamiliar). So I’m sitting here like “Minako on the Midnight Channel, my girls on the Midnight Channel, ooooohhhhh my god” because I need to talk about that and their Persona-universe Shadow Selves immediately. SO HEY, HERE WE GO. …under the cut because this is about to get long.

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[ftdth2020]

PRAISE THIS POST AND THIS CROSSOVER.

[diannaberry]

Well done, Viz. They managed to make this comment even more sexual than in the DVD version of this I own.

[dazzlingscream-blog]

HOLY CRAP THIS IS FROM THE OFFICIAL VIZ DUB?! They’re going full on out man, and I am so happy.

[milkser]

FUCK, THIS IS SO HOT .///////////////////////.

[femmerosa]

FUCK. 

I mean the original translations were pretty excellent anyhow but yes wow thank you. 

[the-moonlight-witch]

Hotaru Tomoe + tumblr

[mimiteyy]

I drew theM

[sailormoonsub]

In honour of Kino Makoto's birthday, can you post some favourite Mako moments, head canons, even just random predictions for pgsm involving Sailor Jupiter or something of that nature? You like procrastinating right?

I do like procrastinating, but do you know what I like more than procrastinating? MAKOTO KINO

AWESOME FROM BIRTH

SO STOIC, SO BRAVE

SO SWEET, SO FRAGILE

DESTROYING YOUR INFRASTRUCTURE

STARING DOWN YOUR TREES

STEALING YOUR GIRLS

SO MUCH POWER, GRACE, STRENGTH, AND TALENT

IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE

[silver-milleniun]

さり

[ftdth2020]

WE’LL JUST IGNORE HOW LONG IT’S BEEN SINCE I POSTED THE FANDOM MEME THAT THESE WERE GLEANED FROM AND GET DOWN TO IT.

The N that you see up there so much was “Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom.” APPARENTLY a lot of you really wanted my input on this sort of thing, so instead of just doing three, I DID THREE FOR EACH OF YOU BECAUSE I EVIDENTLY HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS HERE.

Under the cut are twelve things I would like to see more of in Sailor Moon fanfiction, a category which I narrowed down because otherwise I would never stop talking.

I’d like to begin, however, by saying the number one thing that I look for in every single fic I read—which automatically, of course, becomes something I always want to see more often. This is, in my opinion, the thing that separates great authors from people who just borrow others’ characters, the the thing that can take even the most silly and inane plot and elevate it into something truly transcendent. That thing is having good intentions toward your characters.

I don’t mean that you have to have happy endings and lots of warm fuzzies and sunshine in your work—lord knows that several of my most beloved faves in this fandom regularly get their jollies by tormenting characters. I also want to point out that this doesn’t mean that you need to have perfect characterization, or amazing plots, or completely polished prose. But if you care about your characters, people can always tell. I guarantee it. And further, if you care about your characters, you’re going to want to do right by them. By all means, push them out of their comfort zones, throw them in weird situations, make their lives a living hell if you want—but stay true to those characters in the process. Everybody sees characters in slightly different ways, and one of the nice things about this fandom is how there’s plenty of room (and canons) on which to base your ideas. But there’s a difference between lovingly gleaning information from canon and extrapolating, and trying to suit some other agenda (by that, I’m thinking really egregious things like Michiru dumping Haruka to go be with a man, and stuff like that). And again—characterization doesn’t have to be completely perfect (what is perfect characterization anyway?), and you don’t have to have seen every single episode of the anime and read all of the manga, and your headcanons and characterizations are never going to completely align with mine and vice versa because that’s just the breadth of material we have to work with, which is a good thing. But when you come at writing with goodwill and enthusiasm and trust in your characters, that ALWAYS adds that special shine to your work that can’t be replicated by anyone else besides you, and whenever I see a writer who’s found that sweet spot of their own voice and their own style combined with their own special blend of characterization—that’s an amazing and unique moment, every time.

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[ftdth2020]

HEY for my Harumichi Sparkle Sparkler (welcome and you are amazing!!), this is the post I promised I’d reblog about things I especially like to see in Sailor Moon fanfiction!

[docholligay]

SPARKLE SPARKLE IT’S THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS AGAIN

Okay, so the response was pretty positive to the idea of doing yet another SPARKLE SPARKLE IT’S THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS GIFT EXCHANGE

For those of you who haven’t joined in before, this is a gift exchange between anyone on tumblr who is into Harumichi. You don’t have to follow me, like me, don’t have to have interacted with any of us, etc. All you need to do is have the desire to write or draw to a Harumichi-based prompt, and want receive same!

How it works: You will receive a fic or piece of art from someone for the holidays, based on one of three prompts that you submit. It can be as simple as “Haruka and Michiru go to Monster Trucks”. It’s great for you, because you get to see something you’ve always wanted without doing it yourself. It’s great for them because they can be reasonably sure you’ll be DELIGHTED with your gift.

How to join:

Submit to me the below form, in a submission please, by November 26th

ONE of the prompts can be something other than Harumichi: BroTP, Reinako, Happy Outers Family. That way, if you get drawn for someone who also enjoys the same thing, you can go down that road too.

I will randomly draw your partner and submit their form to you November 28th. 

Publish your work on your blog with an @ and an ask to your person, and an ask to me, by January 10th.

Please only enter if you reasonably believe you can fulfill the request, though I will pinch hit. Please tell me as soon as possible if you can no longer participate.

HAVE LOADS OF FUN WITH THIS

Oh, and it’s MEANT TO BE A SURPRISE so don’t tell your sparklee that you have their name! If you have a question for them, just ask me! 

Tumblr name: I feel like if you don’t know the answer to this, I can’t help you.

My three prompts are: enter your three fic or art ideas here.

I particularly love: Stuff that just plucks your guitar string. No guarantees, but this will give your person some guidance how to please you! That’s all everyone really wants.

I do not really enjoy: Now, don’t be rude here. But if there’s something you don’t like, I’m sure your person would like to know that too!

If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

[keyofjetwolf]

THE ENTIRE SERIES IS LAUGHING AT ME NOW

[docholligay]

My greatest contribution to anything ever is the mental image of Haruka yelling the words to “Funkytown” and dancing aggressively while Rei is trying to meditate. 

[keyofjetwolf]

yeah sure put "whoopsie-daisy" on any one of the many times Usagi has collapsed and died, yeah sure put "whoopsie-daisy" on all the scenes ALL THE SCENES where the girls have sacrificed themselves for Usagi. PUT "WHOOPSIE-DAISY" ON LAST STARS EPISODE SCENE WHERE CROW GOT SUCKED INTO A FUCKING BLACK HOLE, JET.

I have to stop there else it’ll be all day. But my conclusion is that there’s nothing you cannot make both hilarious and awful by adding “Whoopsie-daisy!”

[asksailorpluto]