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Ooh can you tell me more about your Sailor Moon oc? She sounds super cool <3
Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about my girl. So, the creative vision for this Guardian OC is the negative space of the mythic, cosmic romance of the manga and the violence it keeps unexamined. Therefore, her ontology is relational rather than essentialist. Would be thrilled to read some comments if anyone has any thoughts, because I worked really hard on this.
Her civilian name is Nijirō Kirari, who transforms into Sailor Aurora, the Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence. Her Sailor Crystal–thus, her soul–the Aurora Crystal, was conceived when Serenity sealed Nehelenia, making her the (bastard daughter) of both Queens. The details are very erotic, very queer, too: two women breaking their neat binary essentialism by accident when Nehelenia seeks the intimacy of balance, and Serenity insists on the purity of separation. (Which provides us with potential for some delicious dynasty drama as 'royal bastard' is a Dynasty Tale trope Sailor Moon has not yet deployed, and I know Usagi will be thrilled to learn that she had a sister in her past life, immediately ready to embrace her, but will also have a hard time comprehending why the girl who used to be her sister isn't as thrilled about reveal. Kirari has very conflicting feelings about being the stain that was wiped from memory, as the stain on the pristine legacy of the mother they shared. The purity of the myth Usagi inherits depends on Kirari's erasure). Serenity's sealing command and Nehelenia's demand for balance pass through each other and the Silver Crystal, splitting into a new pattern. Sailor Aurora is the moiré baby of Serenity and Nehelenia, right? She is not their daughter as a blend of both, with her Crystal like a vial filled with Light and Dark in equal amounts. She is their daughter as the interference pattern that arises when Nehelenia and Serenity touch, but misalign. Instead of fracturing reality, as the severance of an interdependent, complementary pair where one conditions the other, like Light/Dark would, the inference pattern crystallizes into the lattice (because all crystals form from lattices: diamonds, sugar, salt, quartz, snowflakes, glaciers, etc.), robust enough to metabolize the existential strain. Her soul shimmers in the twilight of the shadow both Queens cast together on the cosmos. Her breath emerges from denied balance. Her heartbeat flickers in the enforced separation.
The visual mood I picture for Kirari is oil-slick iridescence on wet asphalt under violet skies at dusk. I know Black people don't exist in Takeuchi's vision at all, but we Black people want to have fun, too, so Kirari has deep brown skin that interacts with light differently than pale skin does. From pale skin, light bounces off and is repelled when reflected; dark skin welcomes and gathers it. Light lingers and pools on her body. Kirari's luminosity turns colors lush and rich as it is born of absorption, saturation, contrast, dimension, depth, and release.
Her hair falls past her knees in a heavy curtain of midnight plum twist braids. Pulling them into a ponytail or an updo unveils an undercut with shaved patterns that vary every few weeks when she refresshes the cut–stars, swirls, spirals, waves. Chrome wires coil through her strands like shooting stars frozen in their fall. Beads, cuffs, rings, and charms weave constellations into her hair. Glitter dust breathes sparkle across the strands.
Kirari’s everyday wardrobe is loose and has a rebellious edge, a little punk and hip-hop. Mesh, DIY, fishnet, torn denim, oversized hoodies, cropped muscle tops, lots of stud accessories, prefers backpacks over handbags, much of it thrifted. She wears baggy pants that sit below her hips, with the boxer's waistband peeking out. Septum piercing decorates her nose and her ears are decked, too: lobe, helix, industrial, daith, conch, tragus. There is a little downward bounce in her step because most of the time she moves around with headphones and some trap, old school hip-hop, or hardcore punk track in her ears, and some bass rumbling through her bones.
When Nehelenia seeks recognition from the person and order that defined her as corruption and outsider, Serenity responds with uncompromising boundary enforcement. That is contact and repel at once. Desire and denial. Exposure and recoil. Balance denied in favor of purity. Usually (and nothing is usual when it comes to anything spawning from Queen Serenity's rule; the cosmos constantly bends around her and her legitimate daughter's actions to accommodate their decisions; that is just canon), a Sailor Crystal co-develops with a celestial body; Sailor Aurora, technically, co-develops with the sealing event or, rather, dependently originates from the conditions of the event. This, Sailor Aurora, is because that is. And "that" includes the fact that Light and Dark, as Nehelenia rightfully insists, are a reciprocal pair: "Light and Dark call upon each other.
In non-dual terms, Light and Dark are not opposites; they condition each other. “I” cannot exist without a non-I. In turn, the non-I depends on that existence, too. Eliminating Dark is eliminating the condition of Light. The two are not pre-existing substances that clash; one exists because the other exists.
This, aka Dark, is, because that, aka Light, is. If this, aka Dark, ceases, that, Light, also ceases.
That is what interdependence means: remove just one element and all existence vanishes. Queen Serenity may merely intend to banish a rival, but she is using the Silver Crystal to violently deny a plea for balance and reciprocity. That is an attack on the condition of existence itself. To execute the sealing spell, the Silver Crystal must violate the principle of interdependence. Thus, the cosmology/metaphysics reaches a limit. The prior architecture is planet/guardian, inside/outside, purity/corruption, bounded essence/protective defense. However, it can no longer adequately sustain coherence after Serenity’s act. It generates pressures and tensions exceeding this original binary logic.
However, rather than the fabric of existence unraveling, it expands to metabolize the contradiction. The cosmos responds by generating more protection. Sailor Aurora's guardianship emerges because the prior system cannot process the conditions of threat it produces. The Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence arises to protect the absence of fixed, separate essences as the openness in which boundaries that give form, differentiation, and individuality to anything at all can be made and unmade, transform, grow, become, and change. No form exists by itself, no purity protects itself without producing an outside, no boundary can be innocent when it pretends not to depend on what it excludes. Sailor Aurora guards relationality.
Her story in the Silver Millennium is already outlined and written, part of the fic project for which I've already published two Sailor Neptune-centric worldbuilding vignettes. Y'all can check these out here and here. I'm still tinkering a little with how to integrate her into a post-Galaxia plot because there are still too many variables left undecided. But I'm open to follow-up questions if anyone fancies more.
Last, but not least, the theme track I chose for Sailor Aurora is Emergence by Sleep Token. Like, these lyrics specificly just do it:
I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods
Dark days for your solstice, dancing through the depths of
Hellfire, on the winds that started from within
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin
So tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"
In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife
You know that I'm sanctified by what's below
Headcanoning that the local/native epistemologies of Neptune and Uranus pre-Lunar Empire had a radically different relation to Darkness than the Moon Kingdom, where Darkness isn't necessarily or inherently Evil Essence, but a complementary condition of truth, revelation, knowledge, and existence.
After all, Uranus's domain is the sky, and the sky is neither inherently dark nor inherently bright.
Uranian ways of knowing and being consider darkness the presence that makes orientation possible at all. The day sky conceals almost everything beyond itself. The dark night sky reveals scale, distance, pattern, recurrence, and direction. Star constellations emerge because darkness allows separation, contrast, and interval. Since Uranus has more than 20 moons (Neptune has 16, btw), I can imagine that Uranus's cosmology is plural. There is not a singular moon that monopolizes the sky. The Uranian sky is crowded, full of layered cycles, occlusions, alignments, eclipses, and multiple rising patterns. I even like the idea that the gravitational signatures of the different moons shape atmospheric wind tides. After all, Wind, Sailor Uranus's power, is not a substance but an event that rises from pressure differences. Unlike Light, Wind is invisible. It announces itself through consequence, through and by what bends, shivers, erodes, carries, cools, scatters, or lifts upon contact.
Neptune’s understanding of Darkness is different but complementary. Like the sky, the sea, too, is neither inherently dark nor inherently bright. Light attenuates as it travels through the water. Darkness is the appearance reach, depth, and immersion take. Thus, oceanic knowledge and being can't afford a fear or rejection of darkness because the ocean itself hosts it. The ocean is not invaded by Darkness; it simply emerges where external Light reaches its limits when it pierces and penetrates the waves. Distant sight surrenders in exchange for nearer forms of perception: vibration, current, temperature, chemistry, sound. Surface vision loses authority as one descends. Knowledge must become intimate; Darkness demands immersion, but it is also the sphere of gestation, bioluminescence, and life beyond dependence on Light.
That doesn't mean Uranian and Neptunian cultures romanticize or idealize everything dark, nor are they hostile to everything light. But while the Moon Kingdom can only deal with Darkness in terms of elimination, competition, and purification, these worlds carved the conceptual room to distinguish danger from depth, corruption from opacity, violence from concealment, and mystery from evil because their domains, Sky and Ocean, depend on Darkness for their full spectrum.
Okay…. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
I have two potential character concepts... The Captain is a Guardian (middle-aged woman, btw) whose Crystal cracked when she took her last stand before her displacement, but not broken. She lost the ability to transform, but magic is still in her, so she learned to channel it through different means. She became an expert spellcaster and swordfighter.
Another Guardian in the crew split her Crystal in two to put on half into her lover's chest to save them after an enemy drained their soul to fuel a curse.
Captain’s going to be Sevika-inspired, I think. I feel like the scar design of her Hextech-injuries where magic pulses in the skin that looks like cracked stone is an excellent visual for a Guardian with a cracked Sailor Crystal.
I also decided that the Captain will train Haruka in sword fighting. Haruka deserves a tiny training arc and sparring sessions with another masc woman, who shows her that she has barely scratched the surface of her own potential.
The self-indulgent aspect of adding Kirari/Sailor Aurora to the Silver Millennium is doomed lesbian throuple in the periphery of the Lunar Empire: the bastard daughter of Queen Serenity and Queen Nehelenia, who is not welcomed at the Court because the Light One of her mothers is not 100% sure the unexpected Sailor Guardian incarnating a few years after Nehelenia speaking her curse isn’t said curse, starting to fraternize with the border garrison sentinels from the periphery, whom the Nobel Queen conscripted into mandatory military service for the Moon Kingdom when they were children. All shaped by distance from the Moon’s sacred, isolated, protected, blissful center start comparing wounds and s in bed and in war rooms.
That is an affair in the old espionage sense. It is liaison, compromise, intelligence exchange, emotional double-agency, building a counter-archive from pillow talk.
How scandalous.
(I just like writing sapphica who conspire against empires bycandlelight, okay?)
The other day, my roommates decided that we watch Severance together and that show embodies perfectly what makes me so uneasy and horrified of the “family” framing of the girls in presence of de facto severance of their own memories.
Both the Sailor Moon and the Severance settings turn service/labor into identity, virtue and singular reason for existences Both have this nauseating paternal/maternal reassurance: “don’t worry, your True Self consented :) Don’t worry, you are happy :) Don’t worry, this is who you really are :) Love the CEO/Princess/Queen and worship the Lineage at its altar :) This is beautiful :) :) :) Don’t you love the Leader enough to trust blindly? :( Are you corrupted? :( Do you need purification from these nasty, nasty choices and possibilities? :( You make the Great Leader sad :(“
like, the manga canon especially makes it clear that the friendship and devotion of the girls was order issued and therefore of dubious consent, potentially non-consensual. Love in Sailor Moon is not really chosen and more assigned, erasing agency. Like Love for the Company is in Severance. The framing of Sailor Moon does not really soften the authoritarian horror for me. I’m too anti-fascist to for Empire Worship.
Okay…. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
I have two potential character concepts... The Captain is a Guardian (middle-aged woman, btw) whose Crystal cracked when she took her last stand before her displacement, but not broken. She lost the ability to transform, but magic is still in her, so she learned to channel it through different means. She became an expert spellcaster and swordfighter.
Another Guardian in the crew split her Crystal in two to put on half into her lover's chest to save them after an enemy drained their soul to fuel a curse.
Okay…. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought… what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
Headcanon no one but me will appreciate: eventually, Rei and Makoto start bonding over how they are secretly jealous of Usagi having a mom who is pretty much the picture-book version of a mother, while theirs are dead. They both have a hard time admitting that they’re jealous because they’re convinced it makes them assholes. Yet, it is the least vulnerable emotion in the Dead Mother pain that either one dares to admit to at all. It becomes a pathway to the rawer spots that loss left in their hearts, and they start to trust the other one with. None of the other girls knows this particular wound. They agree that it can suck to talk about dead moms with peers who still have theirs because it makes them uncomfortable. It’s an invisible extra burden to translate the feelings and experience. It’s another invisible burden to be left with the unspoken obligation to cheer everyone up after you exposed others to your grief. Suddenly, you become responsible for rescuing everyone from the discomfort of your own loss.
They both felt the silent shame of not being fun when they talk about memories of dead mothers or cry about how much they miss them. They both felt pressure before to isolate and not bother anyone, especially in the ugly, inconvenient moments when jealousy and rage at the injustice flare over others having what you lost. The moments when you should be alone the least but feel like you should be the most.
They keep each other company at grave visits and provide aftercare. On the date of the death of Rei’s mother, Makoto brings Rei flowers. On the date of the death of Makoto’s mother/parents, Rei brings Makoto flowers.
I think canon in all iterations is cruel for not letting these girls be there for each other when they are the ones in the girl cast who have this loss to bond over and could potentially learn to heal together.
Ooh can you tell me more about your Sailor Moon oc? She sounds super cool <3
Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about my girl. So, the creative vision for this Guardian OC is the negative space of the mythic, cosmic romance of the manga and the violence it keeps unexamined. Therefore, her ontology is relational rather than essentialist. Would be thrilled to read some comments if anyone has any thoughts, because I worked really hard on this.
Her civilian name is Nijirō Kirari, who transforms into Sailor Aurora, the Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence. Her Sailor Crystal–thus, her soul–the Aurora Crystal, was conceived when Serenity sealed Nehelenia, making her the (bastard daughter) of both Queens. The details are very erotic, very queer, too: two women breaking their neat binary essentialism by accident when Nehelenia seeks the intimacy of balance, and Serenity insists on the purity of separation. (Which provides us with potential for some delicious dynasty drama as 'royal bastard' is a Dynasty Tale trope Sailor Moon has not yet deployed, and I know Usagi will be thrilled to learn that she had a sister in her past life, immediately ready to embrace her, but will also have a hard time comprehending why the girl who used to be her sister isn't as thrilled about reveal. Kirari has very conflicting feelings about being the stain that was wiped from memory, as the stain on the pristine legacy of the mother they shared. The purity of the myth Usagi inherits depends on Kirari's erasure). Serenity's sealing command and Nehelenia's demand for balance pass through each other and the Silver Crystal, splitting into a new pattern. Sailor Aurora is the moiré baby of Serenity and Nehelenia, right? She is not their daughter as a blend of both, with her Crystal like a vial filled with Light and Dark in equal amounts. She is their daughter as the interference pattern that arises when Nehelenia and Serenity touch, but misalign. Instead of fracturing reality, as the severance of an interdependent, complementary pair where one conditions the other, like Light/Dark would, the inference pattern crystallizes into the lattice (because all crystals form from lattices: diamonds, sugar, salt, quartz, snowflakes, glaciers, etc.), robust enough to metabolize the existential strain. Her soul shimmers in the twilight of the shadow both Queens cast together on the cosmos. Her breath emerges from denied balance. Her heartbeat flickers in the enforced separation.
The visual mood I picture for Kirari is oil-slick iridescence on wet asphalt under violet skies at dusk. I know Black people don't exist in Takeuchi's vision at all, but we Black people want to have fun, too, so Kirari has deep brown skin that interacts with light differently than pale skin does. From pale skin, light bounces off and is repelled when reflected; dark skin welcomes and gathers it. Light lingers and pools on her body. Kirari's luminosity turns colors lush and rich as it is born of absorption, saturation, contrast, dimension, depth, and release.
Her hair falls past her knees in a heavy curtain of midnight plum twist braids. Pulling them into a ponytail or an updo unveils an undercut with shaved patterns that vary every few weeks when she refresshes the cut–stars, swirls, spirals, waves. Chrome wires coil through her strands like shooting stars frozen in their fall. Beads, cuffs, rings, and charms weave constellations into her hair. Glitter dust breathes sparkle across the strands.
Kirari’s everyday wardrobe is loose and has a rebellious edge, a little punk and hip-hop. Mesh, DIY, fishnet, torn denim, oversized hoodies, cropped muscle tops, lots of stud accessories, prefers backpacks over handbags, much of it thrifted. She wears baggy pants that sit below her hips, with the boxer's waistband peeking out. Septum piercing decorates her nose and her ears are decked, too: lobe, helix, industrial, daith, conch, tragus. There is a little downward bounce in her step because most of the time she moves around with headphones and some trap, old school hip-hop, or hardcore punk track in her ears, and some bass rumbling through her bones.
When Nehelenia seeks recognition from the person and order that defined her as corruption and outsider, Serenity responds with uncompromising boundary enforcement. That is contact and repel at once. Desire and denial. Exposure and recoil. Balance denied in favor of purity. Usually (and nothing is usual when it comes to anything spawning from Queen Serenity's rule; the cosmos constantly bends around her and her legitimate daughter's actions to accommodate their decisions; that is just canon), a Sailor Crystal co-develops with a celestial body; Sailor Aurora, technically, co-develops with the sealing event or, rather, dependently originates from the conditions of the event. This, Sailor Aurora, is because that is. And "that" includes the fact that Light and Dark, as Nehelenia rightfully insists, are a reciprocal pair: "Light and Dark call upon each other.
In non-dual terms, Light and Dark are not opposites; they condition each other. “I” cannot exist without a non-I. In turn, the non-I depends on that existence, too. Eliminating Dark is eliminating the condition of Light. The two are not pre-existing substances that clash; one exists because the other exists.
This, aka Dark, is, because that, aka Light, is. If this, aka Dark, ceases, that, Light, also ceases.
That is what interdependence means: remove just one element and all existence vanishes. Queen Serenity may merely intend to banish a rival, but she is using the Silver Crystal to violently deny a plea for balance and reciprocity. That is an attack on the condition of existence itself. To execute the sealing spell, the Silver Crystal must violate the principle of interdependence. Thus, the cosmology/metaphysics reaches a limit. The prior architecture is planet/guardian, inside/outside, purity/corruption, bounded essence/protective defense. However, it can no longer adequately sustain coherence after Serenity’s act. It generates pressures and tensions exceeding this original binary logic.
However, rather than the fabric of existence unraveling, it expands to metabolize the contradiction. The cosmos responds by generating more protection. Sailor Aurora's guardianship emerges because the prior system cannot process the conditions of threat it produces. The Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence arises to protect the absence of fixed, separate essences as the openness in which boundaries that give form, differentiation, and individuality to anything at all can be made and unmade, transform, grow, become, and change. No form exists by itself, no purity protects itself without producing an outside, no boundary can be innocent when it pretends not to depend on what it excludes. Sailor Aurora guards relationality.
Her story in the Silver Millennium is already outlined and written, part of the fic project for which I've already published two Sailor Neptune-centric worldbuilding vignettes. Y'all can check these out here and here. I'm still tinkering a little with how to integrate her into a post-Galaxia plot because there are still too many variables left undecided. But I'm open to follow-up questions if anyone fancies more.
Last, but not least, the theme track I chose for Sailor Aurora is Emergence by Sleep Token. Like, these lyrics specificly just do it:
I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods
Dark days for your solstice, dancing through the depths of
Hellfire, on the winds that started from within
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin
So tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"
In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife
You know that I'm sanctified by what's below
Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
I've made this post a thousand times and I'll make it a thousand times more until I stop seeing people being ashamed for the crime of being creative and caring
I know fandom does not really care about the Senshi's experience or humanity if it does not validate the Lunar Empire, but I think the celebration of the princess's birth must have been so traumatic for Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus.
Imagine you just were forced to watch the Silver Lady, who makes you swear to love and protect her daughter, commit an act of incredible violence against someone who asks for recognition, balance, and reciprocity. You have just witnessed how disobedience is punished with eternal incarceration outside of reality? How can these girls give free consent to anything Queen Serenity ever requests after they have witnessed the Queen making an example out of her own kin? That is Tyrant behavior.
Their first memory of the Silver Crystal is erasure and brutality. Serenity demonstrates for the entire Solar System ( that she canonically invaded, at least according to the manga that basically states that she is not native to this stellar system, which makes her a literal colonizer) that the Silver Crystal is a weapon she will point at you if she sees fit. Of course, you follow her orders, even when she demands your life because it is hers anyway. There is no one who can protect you or your worlds from this Lady when you get on her Bad Side.
Their self-annihilating devotion is inseparable from the violence they witness as children. What kind of loyalty forms after a child watches absolute power punish dissent/opposition with eternal exile? How much choice do these children have when they witness that the alternative to compliance is erasure?
I know Makoto is extremely parentified in fandom (“oh, she just loves to take care of others and don’t want to be pitied by others. Taking advantage of her emotional and domestic labor is just an act of care, really” — I am so allergic to the “trauma makes you strong and useful” trope) and reduced to “boy crazy” in fandom.
But I think the implication that she was groomed by an older boyfriend and the way she sees him everywhere and still projects devotion into every young man, in my estimation, just shows how badly she yearns for protection and love. The girl wants to be cherished and taken care of so badly, she still longs for the dude who broke her heart.
I just want to give her a hug, make her a snack (so she is taken care of for once), clean the bathroom, and make sure the laundry is done when she gets home.
(Playing with the thought of making her and Kirari roommates, just a shared household, where you distribute the domestic duties and task, have movie nights, game with past 2am in the living-room, and have someone who will stay awake until you return safely from a date.)
Think Sailor Moon fans can stomach a Black Sailor Guardian (because everything EVIL AND DESTRUCTIVE in that universe is DARK or BLACK and everything GOOD and PURE is PALE and WHITE) or will they start vomit vile racism ?
(from general fandom experience and several instances of anons calling my Black OCs Narah, from Star Wars, and Haze, from Arcane, slurs of all kinds. Some that I have never heard before. It is genuinely something I have grown nervous about, you know? The Sailor Moon fandom makes me especially wary because they seem very committed to "faithful to the manga," and faithful, I guess, means beauty and goodness are very narrow)
