Hello! I have a bit of a niche question, and I figured you might be one of the few people that I could ask. There's a classical violin piece Michiru plays in season 3, the part where she's bouncing the lemon around, do you happen to have any idea what it's called? I know I've heard it before on my local classical radio station, but I don't even begin to know how to look it up and Google is failing me by trying to search it via Sailor Moon :'(
Thankfully WikiMoon has your back!
"The songs that Michiru played on her violin at the beginning of the episode were "Liebesleid" and "Liebesfreud" by Fritz Kreisler, and the song the violinist played at the concert before his Pure Heart Crystal was taken was the third movement of Boccherini's String Quintet in E major."
Jane Shephard had always prided herself on her sense ofhumor. It was the thing that had gotten her through some of her worst moments,back on Earth, and it had allowed her to—well, not stay sane after the events of Akuze, she highly doubted a normal humanbeing could stay entirely sane after watching her entire squad get eaten bythresher maws. But it had helped her retain somesemblance of something most people could comfortably call sanity.
Not that anyone would call her completely sane after everything she had done in the name of thegalaxy. In fact, more than a few people—and quite a few aliens—happily calledher insane, often to her face. But Shephard didn’t care. She was the goddamnsavior of the galaxy; so what if she was a little insane after all of the dusthad settled?
And sometimes, that meant that in order to cope with theoccasional revelation that oh God, she wasn’tsane, she turned back to her sense of humor. It had never let her downbefore.
And sometimes, that meant that her humor came across blackas pitch.
Something that most peopledidn’t usually appreciate, and the lifted brow and completely flat look of oneMiranda Lawson didn’t hesitate to tell Shephard that her joke had gone overabout as well as a lead balloon.
Well. It had been worth a shot.
The redhead grinned, holding up the prosthetic arm herfriend had been laboring over for months. “Give me a hand. Get it?”
Miranda sighed and rubbed her eyes. Shephard had thesneaking suspicion that the most perfect human to ever exist was resisting theurge to murder her with her biotics. “YesShephard, I get it. Not that I agree with your sense of humor…”
“Hey, I have a great senseof humor!”
“… And the arm is technically not attached yet. So no, I can’tactually give you a hand.”
Shephard pouted, setting the arm aside. “Did you have toimmediately ruin my fun?” she asked. “I was just trying to make a joke. You’vebeen so serious these last few months.”
Her friend laughed drily, setting aside her notepad. “Incase you didn’t notice, Shephard, you’re only this well recovered afterdestroying the Catalyst because I’ve been working nonstop to restore your bodyto even a fraction of what it once was. And with our synthetics stillrecovering from the blast, I can’t even manage that the way I want to. So yes, I’ve been quite serious, and I’d—“
Miranda cut off abruptly, going dead silent. The reason forthis was simple; Shephard had scooped up her detached prosthetic again, leaningacross the patient bed so that the arm draped over the dark-haired woman’sshoulder. Metallic fingers gently brushed against her cheek, and it wasn’t exactlya pat on the shoulder or a hug, but it was as close as the Commander couldmanage between a damaged body, one functioning but not fully restored humanarm, and one completely detached and not yet fully functional prosthetic arm.
“… I don’t know whether I should laugh or feel a littletouched that you’re trying to comfort me,” Miranda said at last.
Shephard smiled weakly. “A little bit of both, please?”
It wasn’t a joke, and it certainly wasn’t the best jokeShephard had ever told; it didn’t tie into her sense of humor at all.
But it made Miranda laugh, and that was more than enough.
13. if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Bright! I think I'm a pretty bright person, both in intellect and personality. People have used that word for me before, too.
17. what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?
I've been dying to get a custom Pullip doll commissioned of my fave OC in her magical girl form, but I can't justify the cost rn 😭 I actually got her civilian form commissioned and want to go to the same artist again, but like I said, it's too extravagant of a purchase to justify, at least right now.
Hi, I remember you doing this ages ago now, but I was wondering if you still color in Sailor Moon manga panels. Also, do you have a tag you post those under?
I still very much do those! You can find them here:
A cold would have been the perfect excuse to put this off;the wedding between Yang Xiao Long and Weiss Schnee, an event that had beenalmost a year in the making since the blonde had moved to Atlas, was only abouta month away. Colds had a nasty habit of lingering if not tended to properly,and Blake could have happily used her coughing and scratchy throat as an excuseto hole up in her room on Patch to take a few days off from work and rest.
Instead the black cat faunus had wrapped a scarf around herneck to warm her aching throat, had grabbed Ruby to be her companion for thejourney, and had been drinking hot tea all across the sea until the two of themlanded on the faunus island of Menagerie.
Blake knew she would be attending the wedding—Ruby had askedher to come along, and while it wasn’t officially a date, it was pretty obviousthe younger redhead wanted to use the wedding as a way to properly introduceher girlfriend and her sister face to face before things got too hectic. Itwould be a very public event, and she was smart enough to know that even withher bow on her face would be broadcast all over the four kingdoms. Her parentsweren’t stupid; they would recognizeher immediately, with or without her ears on display.
Going home to Menagerie to explain the situation before things got to that point justmade sense.
It made sense, but it didn’t stop Blake’s stomach fromclenching unpleasantly as she walked through Menagerie with Ruby. She and herparents had parted on bad terms, to put it mildly—she hadn’t seen them orspoken to them in years. If they had ever tried to find her, she’d made herselfimpossible to find. She didn’t know how the meeting would go, showing upunexpectedly at their doorstep.
Bringing Ruby along had been a good idea. Blake still didn’tknow how to handle introducing her, but the young woman had never even seen anything like Menagerie in herlife, and was suitably awed. She stopped at every stall they passed, poppedinto every store with an open door, and if her leg was giving her any troubleas she walked she never gave it away.
And she was greeted relatively warmly by all who spoke withher, which was a huge relief to Blake. Faunus were suspicious of humans at thebest of times, and rightly so, and a human on the island stuck out like a sorethumb. But Ruby was eager and polite to everyone she spoke to, and everyone inthis village knew who Blake was even if they never said it; even if some ofthem had a problem with Ruby, they wouldn’t start trouble with her around.
So the walk through town was perfectly relaxing and took afair bit of time. It wasn’t until they got to the top of the hill overlookingthe inner parts of the valley that Blake’s stomach remembered to start achingagain. She adjusted her scarf nervously, golden eyes scanning the villagebelow.
“This has been fun so far,” Ruby chirped, peering down intothe valley and drinking in the sight before her. “Which house is yours, Blake?You said we were meeting your family.”
“We are,” Blake sighed, ears flicking back at the reminder.She adjusted her scarf again, claws digging into the fabric to try and steadyherself. It wasn’t too hot, at least, even this close to summer, so the warmthagainst her sore throat felt pleasant instead of heavy.
On the bright side, at least the warmth and the sun seemed tobe helping her cold. That was one thing at least.
“So… they have a house, right? Are you gonna make me guesswhich one it is?”
“You don’t have to.” Blake chuckled despite herself, wincingas the action caused some minor aches in her throat. “See that big house at thetop of the hill in the middle of the valley?”
Ruby made a show of shielding her eyes from the sun,squinting, before she nodded. “I see it.”
“That’s my house.”
There was a moment of silence as Ruby processed this, gazeflicking between Blake and the house down below. The black cat faunus didn’tspeak, curious to see what conclusions her girlfriend came to on her own.
“Whoa,” she said at last. “You must be pretty important here.”
Blake chuckled again, ears flicking nervously. “You could saythat again. I haven’t seen my parents in… years, actually. I didn’t exactlyleave on good terms but, you know…”
“… The wedding,” Ruby murmured, nodding to herself as it allclicked into place. “You think they’ll see that all the way out here? I don’tknow if a Schnee marriage is something faunus on Menagerie would be interestedin.”
“Trust me, they’ll be interested if only to see how thismarriage and Weiss eventually taking over will impact them. And I’m going to beat that wedding, with all of those cameras and people, and, well… better tojust tell my parents now and give them a heads up instead of waiting until theysee me on television with no explanation.”
Ruby was quiet for a moment, before she reached out and tookBlake’s free hand. “Am I going to get you in trouble?”
Blake shook her head, giving Ruby’s hand a gentle squeeze;when she saw that wasn’t quite enough, she pulled the younger woman in andhugged her close, nuzzling into her hair. “You won’t get me in trouble,rosebud,” she promised. “I just need to be honest with them. I… need to talk tothem. About a lot of things. I’ve been putting it off for too long.”
Maybe the wedding was a convenient excuse, but…
Well.
It was better than continuing to run away from what hadhappened. Blake could admit it to herself—she had missed her mom, her dad.Maybe they had missed her too.
She hoped they had.
Ruby nuzzled into her scarf, breathing her in. She leanedinto Blake and finally relaxed, hugging her back tightly and shifting herweight slightly against the feline faunus to ease up on her bad leg. She didn’tsay it loud enough to be heard, and she said it quickly—more like a comfort toherself, or a prayer—but Blake felt it, mouthed against her scarf.
I loveyou.
Blake smiled, ears perking pleasantly, and she brushed herlips against Ruby’s hair.
“Come on. I want to introduce them to my girlfriend, atleast.”
If there was one thing that had stayed true throughout herlife, it was that Marian Hawke never begged. She could persuade with a silvertongue or threaten with her fists, but it had never come to the situation whereshe had needed to beg anyone for anything.
That suited her just fine. She did what she needed to do tokeep her family safe; first to get them to Kirkwall, and then to get them intotheir family estate. She had failed Bethany years ago by leaving her at homeduring the Deep Roads expedition, and all she could do now was leverage herconnections to ensure no harm came to her sister during her time in the Circle.It was easy enough, required no pleading, and Marian was soothed by the upbeat,cheerful tone of the youngest Hawke’s letters.
Leandra had been both easier and harder to keep safe. Shewas in the family estate, and rarely ventured far from Hightown now that shewas back home. But she also talked of marriageand engagements and it had beeneasy enough to laugh it off, to change the subject and distract her from thetopic. There would be time in the future to discuss it, Marian had thought;time to sit her mother down and explain to her that she wasn’t terriblyinterested in marriage or children.Leandra would understand, in her own way.
Only, now there would be no time, because Leandra Hawke haddied in her eldest daughter’s arms, her last words being how proud she was of Marian.
And Marian had had no expectations, she truly hadn’t;Isabela had made it clear from the start, even when she spoke of love, that shewasn’t interested in emotions or a relationship. Isabela had been with her whenthey had found Leandra, but she was under no obligation to do more than that.That she had even taken the time to help her lover track down what had happenedto her mother was already more than Marian could have possibly hoped for.
But then Isabela had showed up that night, too; awkward,uncertain, but she had been there. Shehad sat down beside Marian and had heard her out, had talked to her and hadlistened. It had been more than Marian had expected, more than she had evendared to hope for.
And before the night was done, Marian had done the one thingshe thought she would never do: she had begged Isabela to stay for the night.To not leave, even though there would be no immediate gain for her from it;there would certainly be no sex.
But she had begged, had pleaded. Some part of her hadexpected that Isabela would say no; she had already done more than either ofthem had expected to, by coming to the Hawke estate that night.
But she stayed.
She stayed, and in that moment Marian Hawke realized sheloved her.
"Wait right there, don't move!" For Ash/Liara (including Maia maybe?)
The galaxy was out to get Ashley Williams.
It had been this way her whole life, and by and large shehad accepted it. She had suffered for her name, but apparently that hadn’t beenenough; God had seen fit to kill her CO, then bring Jane Shephard back to lifein the hands of a known terrorist organization. Ashley wasn’t terribly fond ofaliens herself, but the intensely pro-human Cerberus made her intensely uncomfortable, and she hadrefused to compromise her morals working for them.
Of course, now the Reaperswere invading, so the issue of morals didn’t seem like such a huge thinganymore. For one more twist of sick humor, Ashley was once again taking ordersfrom Commander Shephard, and it was exactly how awkward she had always imaginedit would be.
But apparently even thatwasn’t enough, because now they had gotten to the Mars base and they hadcrossed paths with Liara T’Soni, who Ashley hadn’t seen in… years, if she washonest with herself, and she didn’t like to linger on how they had parted afterShephard had died. And it would have been easy to keep it at that, to keepthings professional and distant and stay away from Liara, except the asari hadinsisted on going to another room in the base.
The door had opened to Cerberus men—because of course it had—andthen Liara had shouted, louder and more panicked than Ashley or Shephard hadever heard her before, and then the men of Cerberus were very dead and not athreat.
Ashley and Shephard blinked and just stared, for a moment,as Liara rushed into the room and ignored the bodies now littering the floor. “Didyou see her use her biotics?” she whispered.
Shephard slowly shook her head.
Ashley sighed. “She’s gotten scary.”
Shephard nodded.
Their moment was interrupted by the sound of… of crying?Ashley blinked, exchanging a confused look with her CO, before Liara came backinto view from where she had briefly disappeared in the room.
Then Ashley just stared, dumbly, while Shephard winced andadjusted her grip on her gun.
Liara had been the first real asari Ashley had seen one onone, and certainly the first one she had worked with during her Alliancecareer. She had visited the Citadel a few times since she had been taken off ofthe Normandy, but she hadn’t paid much attention to anyone there—and onceShephard had died and she had been reassigned, she’d had no reason to go backto the place often. Needless to say, she could confidently say she hadn’treally seen an actual baby asari before, or even one that could be considered achild.
The child in the archeologist’s arms was—young, Ashley couldsee that much. She wasn’t entirely sure how aging worked for asari when theyhad such long lifespans, but Liara was definitely holding a toddler, definitelycalming her down from her crying.
Shephard inched closer, “Is she okay?”
Liara nodded, exhaled shakily with relief. “She is. I’msorry I rushed off like that, but I led Cerberus through the vents to get themaway from her, and…”
“Hey, hey, no need to apologize.” Shephard reached out,gently squeezed her shoulder. “You were protecting your kid, Liara. You didfine.”
Well. Liara was a mom.
Apparently a lot hadchanged in a few years. Or, well, almost three. In fact, now that Ashley waslooking at the child—she was calming down in Liara’s arms, nuzzled into herneck and relaxed, clutching at her—she looked to only be about two or three, atleast in human terms.
And she had brown eyes, which wasn’t unusual in and ofitself, but those eyes were a very familiarshade of brown.
The same shade of brown as Ashley’s eyes, in fact.
… Oh.
Suddenly, Shephard wincing once she had seen the child inLiara’s arms made sense, and Ashley’s legs felt watery. The age matched almostexactly with the last time she had seen her former squad mate, before Shephardhad died and they had parted ways.
Before things had endedbetween them.
Ashley swallowed, tightening her grip on her gun, if only tosteady herself. “What’s her name?” she croaked, and she was at least proud ofthe fact that her voice didn’t shake.
Liara’s eyes met Ashley’s when she spoke, and her griplikewise tightened on her daughter. After a moment, she exhaled, and never oncebroke their gaze. “Maia,” she said. “Her name is Maia.”
The next question was on the tip of her tongue, but thesoldier wasn’t stupid. Now wasn’t the time to ask, now wasn’t the time to getpersonal. They had to get the Prothean information, then get the hell off ofMars and to the Citadel to get help for Earth.
They would talk later, about this. There was time.
Or at least that was what Ashley thought, but then it turned out Eva was both Cerberus and an AI, and then she hadn’t had muchtime to think at all because her head was being smashed against something hardand metal and it hurt, and theneverything went black and silent.
Prettymuch anything involving mothers, dogs, or siblings will make Hawke sobuncontrollably. Isabela gets teary if there’s a ship and it gets sunk
Whowears the ugly holiday garb?
Hawkehas a sweater her mom made her that she’s super proud of. Isabela’s got oneMerrill made for her when she first arrived, and she won’t be parted with it nomatter how ugly it looks
Whopays for the meals?
Isabelais more than happy to let Hawke pay
Whoslams the oven door and who plays the trombone?
Consideringthe numerous ways they can both kill a person, nobody trusts them either nearan oven or with a trombone
Wholeaves the bathroom door open?
Isabela,just to piss Hawke off
Whotells the ‘dad jokes’?
Both ofthem
Whowants kids more?
Hawkedefinitely wants kids before Isabela does
Whotravels more?
Isabela’sgone the moment she gets herself onto a moving vehicle
Whospends more cash?
Hawke
Whobuys the things in infomercials?
Hawke,again
Whodraws in the dust on their cars?
Isabelalikes to say that it gives them character
Whostarts the snowball fights?
Hawke
Whoputs up holiday decor?
Hawkegets way more into it than Isabela does, but she pulls her into it
Who ismore likely to forget to bathe?
No,Isabela, swimming in the sea doesn’t count for a bath
Whogets more obsessed about things?
Hawke
Whosings in the shower more often?
Isabelasings raunchy drinking songs in the shower, it makes Hawke laugh
