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Route B from the Surprise Split
@fuzzylittlepotato ➡️ @overkillevilinc ➡️ @lamonstruazeta ➡️ @ayu-ohseki and concluding with @owtide & @simplymindspace
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@tabletennishotaru ➡️ @docholligay ➡️ @moonwhing ➡️ @raykelvin ➡️ @fuzzylittlepotato
STORYTIME THIS, DOC
Okay so I’ve been drinking and watching PGSM and so am super effusive but I wanted to give this its own post because when KTE and I were working on the Telephone Game THIS IS WHAT SHE SENT ME TO WRITE TO.
KTE I LOVE YOU. I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS BUT YOU KNEW I WANTED IT. and like…I wanted it, but still my response was, “Oh my god, fuck you” (to which her response was “BroTP Sleepover!!!”, to which Oath’s response was ‘You two should get married’)
There’s such a quality of expression in your work that I always fail to describe, but makes me such an adherent of yours. The almost watercolor feel of this, as if it’s half between nightmare and reality, the only thing really in focus Mina’s horror and fear, her hair so right as to suggest exactly who you mean but with an almost feral quality. I thought about this all day. It’s so subtle as to be missed by anyone scrolling by–some folks I sent it to missed it at first glance, but when you really look at it, it comes down like a hammer.
Anyway, I love it/you.
And I wrote this:
The last time Mina had jumped into a mountain lake, it was May.
She had known it would be cold, the ice barely melted beneath the cool blue, the sun off the water painting everything in crystal hues as her toes left the dock. But knowing and feeling are two different words, and her body shook violently as the warmth of her skin touched the waves, a sharp gasp coming from her as the shock of it forced the air from her lungs.
The same feeling grasped her as she desperately felt for Haruka’s pulse, calling her name, knowing there would be no answer, no resistance against the weight of her finger. The sun crept in over the blankets, striking her hair in gold, and the empty bottles in amber like a hidden treasure horde, the song of the birds almost a mocking echo of her own desperate call.
Mina knows things.
Haruka is troubled. Haruka drinks too much. Haruka can’t be helped. Haruka isn’t careful. Haruka doesn’t care. Haruka deserves peace. Haruka can’t get it.
Michiru was gone.
Haruka will be too.
Knowing and feeling are two different words.
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING ELSE AND FOUND THIS HELLLLLOOOOOOO
Paging @tabletennishotaru for ~the memories~
Shakespearian love
Prompt: “One Year of Love”, Michiru&Setsuna friendships, unusual interactions, “the end is near, I’ll keep you safe”, bittersweet
Characters/Pairings: Haruka&Michiru
A/N: Written for the Sparkle Sparkle exchange by @docholligay. My giftee is tabletennishotaru who I can’t tag for some reason, I hope you like this. Sorry it’s a bit unfinished and rushed, between the snowstorm causing issues and the airport, I wasn’t able to get this quite as I wanted.
Summary: A year was enough, more than enough, Michiru tried to convince herself.
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Happy Sparkle Sparkle everybody! My Sparklee @kin-kaze asked for a Michiru piece in response to Vanessa Mae’s Devil’s Trill sonata! Well, I first came across the music video when looking it up and I thought it was hilarious, and I made sure to sprinkle in some favored Haruka vs Seiya hatemance (pictured fighting with bows as they sail on violins) and Happy Outers Fam (pictured watching the Michiru-pleasing butch drama complete with popcorn). Enjoy!
Thank you @awashsquid and @docholligay for making Sparkle Sparkle happen!
Made my own color palette challenge!
Send me(or the person who rbs this) a character(or characters) and a palette!
Maci’s 3 in 1 Art meme
Send a Character + Palette +/or Expression +/or Prompt Emoji
Feel free to reblog to do your own!!
Also: All the emojis are subjective and up to interpretation of the artist.
A certain whiteboard I should probably erase now :D
Route B from the Surprise Split
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Sailor Moon Telephone Game
23 artists from April 26th to October 21st came together for a huge collaboration. [Fullsize]
And we’re done! Thank you to everyone that took part. You’re all amazing. I had a lot of fun running this and I apologize for the long wait. This year just doesn’t know when to quit.
Please feel free to post your art now. Let’s cover Tumblr with Pluto love.
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Telephone Game Unveiling Today!
Starting way back when, a game celebrating writer and artist solidarity and synergy began, and finally after all is said and done I bring you wonderful works from 7 artists, 6 writers and art from myself, ready to roll!
@docholligay, @moonwhing, @raykelvin, @fuzzylittlepotato, @keyofjetwolf, @overkillevilinc, @tempora-bellatorem, @lamonstruazeta, @loveinthebones, @ayu-ohseki, @eerie-dearie-arts, @owtide and @simplymindspace created artwork and 200 word ficlets with no idea what was going on in the game overall, other than the art or writing from which their piece would continue, and I of course was in the catbird seat watching with relish the amazingly unique twists each work contributed.
Today I’m so excited to put up the complete results all together so you can see the journey my art took. I hope you adore it as much as I do, despite the long wait, for which I sincerely apologize. Thank you so, so much to everyone who helped make my dream come true, and in particular to @simplymindspace for helping me get the project back on track and see it through!
In the meantime I’ll be reblogging @moonwhing’s incredible Pluto-centric game for you to revisit, it’s a classic!
Enjoy, everybody! 💕
Okay but what if the senshi decides to take a photography class and discovers that they have to develop their own negatives and do their own prints.
And then on one of the first days when they’re learning how to load the film onto the reels. Everybody is struggling to do it.
EXCEPT USAGI. USAGI HAS THAT SHIT DOWN.
And all the girls are like, “How the fuck do you know how to do that already.”
And Usagi is looking really nervous, and is like “My dad showed me how to do it a long time ago.”
This is one of the sweetest headcanons I’ve ever seen my GOSH
Like I just got an imagine of tiny little Usagi being emarmored as Kenji explains to her how the whole method works–like unlike school or anything else, she gets strangely enthused by everything he shows her and wants to do it, wants to show him that “Papa, look! I did it”
and Kenji beaming with pride every time she gets it right (and even when she gets it wrong and cries, because she’s learning and the fact that she wants to makes his heart pop right out of his chest)
I’M SORRY THIS IS JUST SO SWEET I LOVE IT
HI I HOPE IT’S OKAY THIS INSPIRED ME. Usagi is not normally a thing I do, and neither is publishing Mystery and Shadow on the main blog but HERE WE ARE. 1000 words about.
“I want to take your portrait!” Usagi grinned as she sat across from Haruka, who fiddled with the baby on her lap and did not look up at Usagi as she smiled.
“I mean,” Haruka shrugged, “just me?”
“Yeah!” Usagi chirped, “just you!”
“Why?” It was a simple question, but even Haruka seemed afraid of the answer, cooing and touching Chibiusa’s little toes as if she could ignore it.
Usagi wanted to answer immediately, to have something fun and silly as the spilled over nachos that sat between them. It was nearly ten years since the war had ended. Since everything had changed, and they had all taken the rubble they were left with to build a better and stronger life. There had been so many snapshots of that old life she wanted to keep, so many things that she could no longer quite remember or had been colored or torn by age. Things she wished she could see in all the bright colors they had been, when she hadn’t known what the future would bring.
The camera had frightened her, for years. It had been her father’s, a loving gift when she’d graduated high school and full of possibility, but it seemed like too much weight, to be responsible for capturing all those memories, to try and take the firefly of love and make it live under glass forever.
Then the end of the war had come, and there were some lights that were snuffed out forever, and every light Usagi ever knew now had a filter that sharpened or dampened its shine, or turned it in a new tone, and things were so uncertain that she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to remember them again. Who could put this pain on paper? Who would long to remember this?
There was something that whispered that to bear witness was its own sort of tribute, but Usagi let the whispers die away, and put the camera on the shelf.
Seiya had been the first. Usagi had come to appreciate that the lights were different but no less beautiful, warmer and softer with the passage of time and the wear of life. She had come to love them, again, to see nothing but beauty in each of them. Seiya had wrapped her hand the wide back of the camera and smiled, her head cocked in that way that was sweetly charismatic, asking why she never used it. It was a nice camera.
Usagi hadn’t had the strength to say that she was afraid.
Afraid to admit she was happy, afraid to admit she was loved and loving, afraid to admit that her life swelled with beauty and contentment, as if, in some way, it might be a form of unfaithfulness to Ami, to Hotaru, to Taiki. To her marriage to Mamoru that had been ruined from the first, no matter how Usagi tried. To admit that she wanted to capture this life as she wished she’d captured the last one. That she’d spent so much of her youth looking to a future that never came, and so much of her adulthood looking to a past that was no longer.
But Seiya had not pressed on any of these points, simply slipped the camera into Usagi’s hands and jumped onto the couch, one arm over the back with that wide toothy smile of hers, eyes crinkling at the corners, telling Usagi to take a picture. Take a picture in their new house.
She’d clicked. It was an old camera, and she had to develop the film herself, in her father’s studio standing side by side, Kenji kindly saying nothing about how she’d been years without picking up so much as a roll of film. He simply looked over Usagi’s shoulder and mentioned it was a great picture of her young woman. They were all still so young to Kenji, no matter how old they felt to each other.
He was right. It was a great picture of her, effervescent joy bubbling off of her, the expressiveness of her body popping through the greys and blacks of the photo. It was Seiya, true as life, and Usagi loved her in the photo and in that moment and she remembered again why she had wanted to capture everything.
Usagi had a mission.
Rei had been the next, hair in a low but firm bun, looking off into the distance as if she could see it at all, knowing that it didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t because Rei had her own power now, given to her by no one, and she carried herself as if it were true, with none of the haughtiness or doubt of her youth because it was now a simple fact.
Usagi had bounced with joy developing it, feeling Rei held in her hands on that slim piece of paper.
Mina had smirked, choppy bob framing her face, giving a fingergun to the camera in her consistently playful way, her hips bounced to the side and just a trace of the sadness she tried to hide in her eyes, the slight tell that maybe she blamed herself for everything that had gone wrong, the way she refused to see what had gone right. The way she always had, and Usagi had pretended she didn’t notice, like she always had.
She loved these pictures. It helped wash away the girls they had been and made her love all the more powerfully the women they were now, to see that their powers were ever stronger, and all theirs. She loved them and she hung them in her long hallway to the bedroom, and she smiled brightly every time she added a new one to the wall, Seiya hammering in the nail and drawing an arm around her.
“Because I love you,” she said to Haruka, leaning across the table and patting her hand, “and you look so handsome in pictures. I want to have one of you with the rest of them.”
Haruka’s chest puffed up a little, smiling without meaning to, and she nodded at Usagi.
“Okay. Whenever you want to.”
Now. Everything Usagi had ever wanted was right now.
From one artist to another
I can’t take credit for this idea–it was inspired by a post that @presidentnerd made a while ago about Michiru bonding with Chibi-Usa over their shared artistry. About 1900 words. Like it? Reblog, shoot me a comment, or check out my ko-fi!
Michiru padded over the plush area rug in the living room to sit in her favorite chair, a hot cup of tea delicately balanced in one hand, the novel she was currently perusing tucked underneath her arm. The tea cup clinked gently against the marble coaster on the end table as she set it down, watching the steam curl upwards gently and dissipate into the air. She turned to retrieve a blanket out of the chest, the encroaching winter chilling the air, when she spotted an item that did not belong in the carefully cultivated decor of the space.
On the corner of the glass coffee table was a sketchpad–one of the cheaper ones, she noted habitually–that was well-worn, the corners of the pages rolling upwards, a stain marking one spot towards the center. Michiru crossed and picked up the foreign book, noting the melange of worn stickers decorating its cover, before flipping through its pages.
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Oh, the characterization and voice in this is tremendously good! You wonderfully conveyed and made real for me the concept of having Michiru bond with and mentor Chibs beginning with shared love of art. I loved the interlude of appreciating Chibiusa’s drawings along with Michiru, and of course, experiencing the tenderness and conviction of Michiru coaxing out and wholeheartedly supporting the budding artist she sees in Chibs. The way you have these two interact and connect was so precious. I could so easily picture that adorable spur of the moment hug :D
Silverleaf 10: Flicker and Glow
Hey everyone! Hotaru and Chibs folks will be delighted by this edition of Silverleaf! Sponsored by our excellent Ben! Please thank him below, so far as I know, he doesn’t have a tumblr! Thank you for reading! All of Silverleaf is here.
Hotaru was beginning to doubt herself completely. All of this seemed like a nice enough idea, when she’d been sitting in her room, writing and rewriting the letter, wanting to figure out what to say to Chibiusa, trying not to sound as weird and awkward as she felt.
In her mind and her heart, there was poetry. There were descriptions of how Chibiusa’s hair shone in the sunlight, and they were rich and deep and Chibiusa would blush with delight when she read them.
On the actual paper, she had compared her to a pink Starburst. Those were the best, everyone knew.
The best she could do was a Starburst.
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