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PRIVATE Aino Minako roleplay from the 2004 live-action PGSM series. ❤ PLAYLIST I. ROMANCE II. C'EST LA VIE

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sailor mars

          [ ♂ ] :: Oh, it was a good thing Rei wasn’t the mind-reader people thought her to be. She’d have quite the bone to pick with Minako for assuming she wasn’t on the right path. Throwing all of her energy and concentration onto the past life’s mission just wasn’t her idea of living. 

          It ultimately didn’t surprise her that the other had never been to a festival, not even one sponsored by her manager or other business partners. Well, that much might be possible but she didn’t feel the need to ask further. If Minako didn’t have the time for singing, what else was she going to do with her life? After handing over the tea and quietly warning the idol of the heated cup, Rei filled her own cup with the fragrant beverage and sat back a little on her knees. 

          “Usagi is coming with her mother and brother. Makoto’s coming too. Ami-chan said something about cram school and that she’ll try to make it.” The miko’s lips pursed as she idly ran a finger along the warm porcelain rim. “You can stop by too if you don’t bring a stampede with you.”

      So most, if not all of the sailor senshi would be there. Minako had presumed they'd be, as the girls were practically inseperable, but with Mars' confirmation came another bout of jealousy. It was silly to feel the way she did. It was her own fault she was not part of their clique; though she was quick to remind herself, it was better that way. She really did not want to depress anyone.

      The finger she had hooked within the handle of her porcelain cup tightened some, but loosened almost as soon as she received an invitation to the festival as well.

      Minako tore her gaze from the table and finally looked at Mars ─ no ─ Rei. She couldn't describe what she was feeling in that moment. Relief, was it? Gratitude? Perhaps even, a concoction of multiple elements causing her heart to beat faster. She hadn't been prepared for the invitation, and she didn't exactly know how to respond to it.

      "I highly doubt my busy schedule would allow it," She answered, and looking down again, she cursed herself for such a rude response, however serious it may have been. Among her work as an idol, her work as a solider, and attempting to keep herself distant from others, she wasn't certain she'd be able to attend. Still, her differences with Rei set aside, it didn't feel right to dismiss the invitation on such a sour note. With a much softer tone, she added, "...but I'll see what I can do."

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Scenes from PGSM: Minako’s first on-screen transformation [Act 17]

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minako in every episode

special. we’re getting married!

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amixmizuno:

ENDLESS LIST OF OTPS → minako aino and rei hino (pretty guardian sailor moon)

↳ “i’m not talking about our past lives. it’s the current you that’s the problem.”

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「 of fire and foxes 」

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the miko

          [ ♂ ] :: A chant spilled from her lips in near silent tones and ended when the slip of paper pressed upon the sleek surface of the necklace. It happened so fast she had trouble processing it. The pendant the ofuda rested upon became hot as an iron, intensity rising by the second as a hand came forward to yank it off and purify the spirit lurking within. 

          Light filled the room, heated the modest miko robes upon her form, nearly burning her but not quite close enough. The lights were already dying down before they could scald her flesh, materializing into the humanoid form before her.

          Rei was staring at a pointy-eared, nine-tailed fox woman–a kitsune of Japanese legend. Beautiful, with hair matching the brilliant golds of the sun and the tails that previously enveloped her like a warm cocoon. Having performed numerous exorcisms and purification rituals in her Shinto training she was no stranger to the supernatural; she was the furthest thing from a skeptic, but this was puzzling. Was it her destiny to free the bound spirit and be taunted by it instead of it disappearing into nothing like all the others? This was the first exorcism where the spirit lingered, and in no way had the flames alerted her of it occurring. 

          She took a step back from where the necklace laid upon the altar, nimble digits curled around the ofuda in her hand. The paper ward had become useless in that situation while working wonders in others. What was going on? The strange blunder was a stab to her pride, violet hues locking onto the piercing ceruleans belonging to the mischievous fox. 

          “I know what I did,” she coolly countered as the blonde-haired vulpine leaned forward, bringing a chill down the miko’s spine with her close proximity. “I summoned you to the human realm.” Instead of freeing her into the afterlife. Smugness leaked into Rei’s tone then to show that she wasn’t threatened or rattled by the creature’s presence. “Something is keeping you bound to this realm.”

      The smug response caused the spirit's humor to subside and her toothy smile to recede. "Vengeance," She began with a sneer. "Vengeance has bound me to this realm, for the only reason I ever left was because of your ancestors."

      Thousands of years ago, she was treated like a god. Men and women of all ages prayed to her, offered tokens of their gratitude, and sought out her wisdom, if ever she was willing to lend it. She was desired by many - the most handsome of men and the fairest of ladies all wished for the kitsune to lay with them, even if only for a night. Knowing she had everyone grovelling at her feet, ready to do anything she required of them, had rubbed the kitsune in all the right ways; giving birth to an absurd ego. But she was more than just a spirit who spoke words of wisdom - more than an object of mortals' desires. She was a wicked fiend, too, who possessed all sorts of disruptive powers and abilities. So she hadn't always used her sorcery for good, and the further her fires traveled, the more alert villages had become. They had to put a stop to it. They had to seal the kitsune away or else, surely, she'd wipe away all the mortals who ever dared to oppose her.

      And sealed her, they did. Her spirit laid to rest inside cursed beads until someday, she could be purified proper and for good...

      Sensing a warmth in the air, the vulpine woman turned her head sharp to glance behind. Over her shoulder, she spotted those loathsome beads resting upon the altar and her teeth ground together in sheer distaste for them. She wanted to destroy them. Not only the beads but the miko, too...

      "It was because of people like you I spent so much of my life in darkness, blind and alone and wandering aimlessly through nothingness, my entire body moving against my will..." She nearly growled, her sharpened incisors showing now and then; capable of fatal damage, if ever she were to use them to grab onto one's flesh. Blinking, she turned her gaze back to the retreating miko, reclaiming the space she'd put between them. The fox's tails swayed behind her, her ears twitching with dark interest, because this was so much like trapping a helpless rabbit in a corner.

      "In fact, you remind me so much of the one who cursed me all those years ago..." She reached for the mortal girl, curling spindly fingers into the ends of her ebony hair, lifting them off her shoulder as if to observe them more closely. "Surely, she's gone by now, safe from my retaliation... Shall I ruin your life in place of hers?" As she finished asking, a smirk shaped her succulent lips and her grip on the girl's hair tightened some, although she was not pulling. Merely holding.

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sailor mars

         [ ♂ ] :: After setting the broom aside, Rei slid open the door and led the way to the common room where she could likely be found when not holed up in the fire room or her bedroom. On the far end of the low table was a box filled with trinkets and knick-knacks, all of which had been gathered for the previously mentioned festivals. They’d be set up later when she didn’t have a guest to serve. 

          “I do. It’s a requirement of being a miko,” she explained after motioning with a hand for her to sit. “So I have to host them from time to time if I want to become head priestess.” She quietly excused herself long enough to go and return with a tray that held two empty cups and a kettle of steaming jasmine tea. Settling down on her knees beside Minako, Rei began to pour a cup for her guest. “Have you been to a festival?”

      While Minako waited for Mars' return, she thought about what she'd said ━ about becoming a head priestess. She wondered if the other girl had unintentionally shared with her, her dream, like Minako's desire to become an idol; although mostly Minako didn't want to sing and perform so much anymore, the many spotlights and cheering fans wearing her down ━ zapping her of energy and strength better spent protecting both her princess and the planet.

      Perhaps for Mars, things would be different, or were different: an even balance between her past life and her present life. Both a miko and a soldier.

      No, it couldn't be that simple, Minako thought. And if it is, Mars isn't focusing enough on the things that matter most.

      Sensing her return, Minako waited patiently for the other to join her side, fingers curling against her knees while she observed the steamy tea fill the porcelain cup.

      "No," she replied quietly. "I don't have the time for festivities. Not entirely sure I even have the time for singing anymore." A pause, and then a deep breath. She ignores the small ache in the back of her head and the much larger one inside her heart. "But I'm Minako Aino, and as my manager would say, the show must go on. Can't disappoint the fans." She reached for her tea, if only to feel some warmth on her hands...

      "Will the others be attending the festival?"

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sailor mars

          [ ♂ ] :: “That’s ridiculous…” She’d never understand how the other girl handled that lifestyle on a regular basis. It sounded physically and emotionally draining, having to flee from people who adored her. Hiding at Hikawa wasn’t utterly foilproof when two of its regular visitors were Aino Minako fans, but those children were at home with their parents that day. It was a close call.

            Unless one considered Rei to be a fan at that point which she’d deny at all costs. She leaned against her bamboo broom and released an indignant sniff. “I wasn’t expecting company, no. I’ve been preparing for festivals all day,” she admitted with a shrug of a shoulder, averting her gaze elsewhere. 

          “Still, would you like to come in for tea? The fans can’t get you there.”

      Ah, festivals. Minako presumed the other senshi would attend and they’d all celebrate together, and though she would not admit it to herself, the sour feeling inside her stomach certainly stemmed from envy. Stubbornness, too, Artemis would have reminded her if he was there... Minako was only alone because she chose to be alone.

      There was a brief pause in which she hesitated answering. It wasn’t as if she and Mars never spent time alone; in fact, whenever they did discuss their duties and the outcome of the future together, the other senshi weren’t around as much, but speaking over a cup of tea inside the Hikawa Shrine? It would be a new occurrence. It couldn’t hurt though, for Mars was right. The fans wouldn’t ever think to look for her here.

      “Mm,” She answered with a short nod before moving to follow the other girl inside. She looked around some, observing the work Mars had already completed. “...do you also host the festivals every year?”

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懐かしい💕💕

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「 of fire and foxes 」

➔ the miko

      One ought to think the curse of an eternal slumber meant cold, unrelenting darkness, when in fact, it was the opposite. It was warm, like a cocoon, but also invasive, like a parasite. It seeped inside the pores; numbed everything from the inside and out. It was a never-ending calm, a place for rest in which one floated aimlessly ━ accompanied only by the gloom that behaved as a parent would, keeping its passenger encompassed and secure like a babe inside a mother's womb. Until, of course, there's a tear inside the sac and the shadow howls, releasing its hold on the passenger and rushing downward; meanwhile the passenger is rising to the surface at blinding speed.

      Light struck the dark, appeared like veins beneath skin and twinkled like stars among planets━━

                              ━━and with the SEAL broken, the cursed spirit appeared in an array of golds and yellows, possessing an aura so potent it could've been sensed from miles away by those with focused minds.

      It seemed to be an ordinary woman, at first, but as the light around her gave way, it revealed the pointed ears and nine tails she sported, all of them curled around her long legs until, one by one, they peeled away and fanned out from behind her. She had yellow hair that fell to the midsection of her back, matching in color to her animalistic traits. She appeared delicate and pale and naked ━ even more so when she stretched her limbs, causing her cascading hair to rise and expose voluptuous breasts with dark pink buds. However, when she opened her eyes for the first time in years, they were shimmering blue and sly, like she possessed all the wisdom in the world and the darkest of secrets.

      Her presence disturbed the air; particularly when her mischievous gaze fell upon the perplexed miko who held within her hands, the cursed artifact the kitsune had been sealed inside a long time ago. Her tails swayed with interest, her thin lips stretching into a devious smile.

      "Oh, I've the feeling you're not entirely sure about what you've just done," She purred. She then took a single step forward, bent, and leaned so that she could get closer to the other, only mere inches keeping the kitsune apart from the miko. Her eyes, however alluring, were sharp and deadly. "Or you are aware, and you've a knack for playing with fire."

                                                      Didn't her parents teach her better?

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Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Live Action Act 18