#fortythousandth

[bearisonford]

My sister has Michiru's cum as her bodywash.

[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.

The Adventures of Siren and Windblade!

Today’s Issue: Shot Through The Heart (And You’re To Blame)

Seaboard City, a typical city like any other… except for one thing.

Seaboard City is protected by a plethora of powerful heroines who wield control over the many elements. Moon Girl, Water Wiz, Flameheart, Thunderbloom, Heavy Metal, all dedicated warriors who fight for love and for justice.

But there are none as dedicated as the lovely pair called Siren and Windblade! So resolute in their mission to thwart evil and defend peace, so totally willing to do whatever it may take to ensure that the world is still standing, the only thing that can match their dedication to peace is the love that Siren and Windblade hold for each other.

But will that love be enough to get them through tonight’s ordeal? Or will that love be the reason for their defeat?

…

(A limousine being driven by a sandy haired woman in a smashing tuxedo; a woman with sea green hair in an elegant evening gown resides in the back)

A typical Seaboard City night, as classical violinist Michiru Kaioh and her chauffeur/companion/lover Haruka Tenoh are on their way for an evening of refinement… or so they think. The duo has their doubts.

“I’m still not sure what possessed Yuko Arimura to invite us to the unveiling of the Marine Cathedral.” Haruka questions. “Arimura isn’t known for being a social creature even if she is a philanthropist.”

“True, but after what happened the other night I felt we could use an evening of distraction.” Michiru explain.

(For last night, see previous issue: Masks, Masks, Everywhere)

“Of course, if the party is a dud, I’m sure there are other ways to spend the evening.” Michiru mused with a grin.

“I’m just happy being behind the wheel of a car.” Haruka replied.

“Is that ALL you want to do with the evening?” Michiru coyly inquired. Haruka blushed.

Of course, their smiles and blushing didn’t convey how they really felt.

I just wish I could shake this terrible sense of dreading brewing within me, like a storm out at sea, Michiru internally worried about the night.

Michiru, Haruka thought, I don’t know why I have such a feeling of worry about tonight, but I promise no matter what happens, I will protect you.

A few minutes later, the car managed to reach the opening of the newly completed Marine Cathedral, an extravagant and somewhat tacky display of philanthropist Yuko Arimura’s wealth. There were several other cars parked outside the building.

“Looks like we’ve managed to be fashionably late.” Michiru mused.

“As always.” Haruka chimed in.

As Haruka helped Michiru from the car, the two lovers could hear the sounds of a good time being had by the other party goers. Once inside, the two found themselves in a grand reception area filled with the crème de la crème of Seaboard high society. Music was playing, food was being served, drinks poured. Talking, dancing, romance, it appeared for all intents and purposes to be the perfect evening.

“Well, it seems Arimura invited everybody who’s anybody.” Michiru surveyed the happy crowd. “Look, there’s Senator Hino. I’ll say hi.”

“Why? The man’s an asshole.” Haruka pointed out. “I’ve heard unsavory things about him.”

“Oh? Are you worried for my safety?” Michiru smirked.

“N-no,” Haruka blushed. “I mean-“

“Hello, Senator Hino.” Michiru called out to the senator, who was engrossed in conversation with a woman in a black evening gown. The senator hadn’t seemed to hear Michiru, or if he had, he ignored her.

“How rude.” Haruka huffed. “Hey, excuse me, but someone just said hello.”

“Haruka don’t worry about it.” Michiru told her companion to calm her down, but she was too late to stop Haruka from reaching for the Senator’s shoulder…

And was shocked when Haruka’s hand went right through the senator!

“Haruka!” Michiru grabbed Haruka’s arm and pulled her away from the shimmering hologram in front of them. This had a kind of domino effect, as now every other person, no, every other thing in the large room besides Haruka and Michiru start to disappear!

Now Haruka and Michiru are on guard, as the sound of shrill, cackling laughter echoes throughout the Cathedral. Haruka grimaces from the sounds.

“How distasteful.” Michiru glowers.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! I can’t believe you actually fell for this!” A voice from above cried out.

A large, flat screen began descending from an opening in the cathedral ceiling. At first, static fills the screen like snow, but then the image clears, revealing known other than the masked villainess known as the Eudialian!

“You-!” Haruka shouted.

The Eudialian! A mystery witch with the powers of science and magic, a woman who steals the treasures of a human’s heart by crystallizing everything good about them with a shot from her special weapon, the Heart Buster.

“Surprised?” The Eudialian threw a lock of her red hair behind her shoulder. “I’ll bet you weren’t expecting to see me again so soon after last night. Did you like my party, Haruka Tenoh and Michiru Kaioh? Or should I say Windblade and Siren?!”

“What have you done with Yuko Arimura?!” Haruka shouted to the screen.

“Yuko Arimura is the least of your worries right now!” The Eudialian taunted. “Although…”

Michiru didn’t like that look on the villain’s face.

“Seeing as how you’re going to die, I guess I can let you two clueless monkeys in on the secret.”

“What secret?” Haruka demanded.

“I AM Yuko Arimura!” Eudialian screamed, ripping off her red domino mask.

“WHAT?!” The two heroines shouted.

“Oh come on!” Eudialian taunted. “You hadn’t figured this out before last night? I mean, all this mask does is hide my cheek bones! It doesn’t even hide the color of my eyes! What morons!”

“Are you really one to pull that on us?” Michiru asked.

“Huh?”

“I mean, our costumes do the same thing with our faces,” Michiru explained, “And you couldn’t tell who we were until we unmasked last night.”

“How many other Japanese women are there with sandy blonde and sea green hair?” Haruka joked.

“…SHUT UP!”

“Oh? Did we strike a nerve?” Michiru asked.

“ENOUGH!” Eudialian slammed her fists down on the control board in front of her.

At that moment, a number of men and women dressed entirely in red began emerging from openings in the walls. Armed with the guns,

“Bureau of Bad Behavior,” the Eudialian shouted, “Behave badly!”

And with that, the men and women dressed in red began their ambush on the two lovely warriors. Pity for them.  No matter how many shots were fired, the two warriors managed to dodge getting hit by a single bullet. And no matter how much the Eudialian screamed at her underlings to get the two heroes, she may as well have been yelling at paint to dry quicker. Haruka ran like the wind, and Michiru, for all her grace, plowed through the entourage of hired help like a tsunami. And all in evening wear.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Haruka snarked. “Sorry, but it looks like we’ve finished your little game earlier than expected.”

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” Eudialian seethed.

“Well, I’d have to s-“

Michiru wasn’t able to finish that sentence, as she suddenly jumped to push Haruka out of the way of a heavy red board that almost slammed Haruka into the wall.

“Michiru! MICHIRU!” Haruka screamed. But before she could do anything, the board that held Michiru disappeared into the far wall to her left!

“Sorry, Haruka!” The Eudialian “apologized.” “But the game only ends when I say it does! And if you want to win, you have to find your partner before midnight, otherwise I’ll be adding her heart to my grand collection of treasures! And if my information is correct, I’ll have my hands on a veritable crown jewel!”

“What do you mean?!”

“You’ll find out…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

…

“Well that was just a mock up, but what do you think? Pretty great, am I right?”

Minako had just finished outlining her idea for a comic book, a comic based on fictionalized exploits of the Sailor Senshi but partially based on their actual adventures. Specifically, she was running it by Haruka and Michiru, figuring that with the money they had, Minako was sure to get this thing going.

Unfortunately, Michiru seemed less than eager.

“Um, Minako, I’m confused.” Michiru began. “Why would you begin with a story that’s halfway into the overall series?”

“Because it’s the most important story in the series!” Minako bluffed, hoping to appease Michiru’s ego.

“Do you have any preliminaries for the characters’ costumes? You weren’t very detailed about their appearances besides hair color.”

“I’ve got some designs mulling.” Minako did not.

“The story felt rushed.”

“It’s just a first draft.”

“Do you have outlines for the earlier stories?”

“We can discuss it.”

“I don’t know, Minako.”

“Well, what did YOU think, Haruka?” Minako turned to the blonde girl, who’d been silent for the most of the discussion.

“Haruka?” Michiru asked.

“I LOVE IT.” Haruka said.

“Yes!” Minako jumped up.

“Haruka.” Michiru sighed.

“The action! The romance! The heroes!”

“YES! YES! YES!”

“HOW SOON CAN THIS BE STARTED?”

“WE JUST NEED TO SORT OUT SOME DETAILS!”

“CAN I CO-WRITE A BACK-UP SEQUENCE ABOUT WINDBLADE?”

“IF YOU’VE GOT THE MONEY YOU CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!”

“CAN WINDBLADE HATE SEIYA KOU?”

“HATE AWAY, BABY!”

That was about the next twenty minutes, of Haruka and Minako excitedly going over stuff for this ungodly endeavor.

Michiru had left the room the minute Minako started shouting. No one had noticed.

[sophelstien]

fortythousandth replied to your photo “holy shit”

This reminds me of the time my apartment building left flyers on everyone's doors telling us not to vote for an initiative that would've allocated more of the state budget to education because then the apartment would've had to raise everyone's rent.

JESUS

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

HAPPY (official American west coast) BIRTHDAY. May it be filled with awesome meta, plentiful headcanons, and minimal contrary fuckery from everyone around you (and hopefully a good night's sleep at some point).

THANK YOU, FT. Those are some amazing wishes, and I shall treasure them. As for the last one:

[howmanyheartaches]

In celebration of fortythousandth’s birthday I thought it was time to reanimate one little project … I hope you like it, FT, and I hope you have a blast today! All the love and all the fortune to you, smutlord!

 This is a series set in an alternate universe in which Michiru was in charge of waking Minako, and the two, to the best of their knowledge, as the only two active Sailor Senshi, became both partners and roommates. Why? WHY NOT. We’ve just met Haruka for a weird dinner in the last installment (#10, Roundtable); please check it out the history in my master post.

 THE NOT SO FABULOUS ADVENTURES OF NEPTUNE AND VENUS #11: Birthday

 “So what is this thing with you and the freakishly tall blonde?”

Michiru looks up from the newspaper. She was too caught up with the review of her latest performance to even notice Mina walking into the kitchen. As usual, the blonde dons a very special look – a v-neck top made from a rainbow flag and some Daisy Dukes in hot red. Isn’t she supposed to be in her school uniform? Isn’t she supposed to be at school already?

The older girl checks the clock on the wall: “Ara, Minako, it’s me who has a free period, not you if I remember correctly.”

What she wants to say is: “Ara, Minako, it’s me who deserves some peace while reading her newspaper and drinking her morning tea, me, me, ME!”

As usual, she swallows her words. And Mina doesn’t pick up on any of that: “It’s just, I’m finalizing my birthday party invitation list and I want to know if I have to include the Blonde Salad, Michigan.”

Michiru blinks. Those nick names are new.

“I like her, but it’s hard. She’s walked in on me with the enemy twice. She almost saw me transforming. And I also have reoccurring dreams that …”

“Oh, ple-AHSE Michi-Ruuuu, the walls in this apartment are very thin, despite what you think you spent your many money on”, Mina raises one eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean –” Michiru starts to defend herself; trying to properly explain while she sees Haruka so on and off. If both would get what they wanted it would be more on than off, but Michiru doesn’t allow herself to bring Haruka into more danger, will never allow herself to endanger Haruka’s perfect and hot soul. And yet she can’t stay away from her. If you’ve seen paradise once … and it’s all Mina’s fault.

That moment, the white-furred kitty Mina has recently adopted walks casually into the room, distracting Michiru and therefore gets glared at. With her mind fleeting, Michiru checks the clock again: “It’s mid-May. Your birthday is by the end of October.”

“As I said, my birthday is approaching fast. And it’s going to be a soire”, Mina has found a muffin in the meantime and sits down with it across from Michiru now.

“Soirée”, Michiru corrects her.

“Yeah, whatever, give me all the ‘Great Gatsby’ stuff”, Mina plays with one chocolate sprinkle until she pops it into her mouth.

“Have you ever read that book even?”

“No, but I saw the first forty minutes before I started to masturbate furiously”, Mina winks at Michiru. While Michiru shields herself with her newspaper, Mina just goes on: “I want it all, I want confetti and fat birds flying with banners that spell my name, I want karaoke and cakes and people singing karaoke in cakes, I want them to sing my songs, songs about me, me, ME!”

Michiru and the kitty share a glance. “And you want me to pay for that?”

“My little garlic breadstick, mi casa es su casa”, Mina eats the muffin with a very open mouth so Michiru goes back to hide behind her newspaper.

“What if we have Senshi duties?” Michiru looks at the picture of herself almost plead-fully. Michiru on that picture, dressed in an evening gown, playing the violin, an image of pure grace … and now she’s sitting here with a klutz – and has to work with her even.

“Oh, come on - stop being such a negative Nancy! All my friends are gonna be there, it’s gonna be fantastic!”

Michiru lays down the newspaper and asks with one tilted head: “Which friends?”

It’s actually more her being curious than her being mean. But, of course, it’s wrong. And it immediately dawns on her. It’s still too early to make jokes about it, even if she intended to. Not with her awaking Mina just a while ago. Ruining her life. As she’s going to ruin Haruka’s. But it seems as this is what Michiru does: Ruining lives.

Mina hasn’t lost her cheerfulness in her voice so far, it’s only now that she puts down the muffin and mumbles: “Okay then. No party for me. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”

She slowly gets up, her lids hanging low. She hates when this happens. When she’s reminded of what she truly is. It’s not Michiru’s comment on the duties. It’s her comment on the truth. Mina used to be a big star in volleyball. She had dreams of becoming an adult. It wasn’t out of her reach, being popular and talented was there. And now she has to suppress the fact that this is never going to happen like Michiru suppresses the urge to curse.

Michiru is holding back the tears, she’s always holding them back, but she know Mina’s will run freely once she’s in her room. So she puts down the newspaper.

“Haruka and I will come.”

Mina stops in her tracks. “Really?”

“Yes. But I think we should make it more intimidate. Small and quiet suits you just as much as big and loud, Mina.”

Mina still lets her head hang low, even though her spirits just went up: “Will you invite your friend the priestess?”

“I will mention it to Rei a few weeks in advance, yes”, Michiru nods even though Rei is not a friend. But she wishes her to be somehow.

She gets back to sit with Michiru and eats her muffin: “You know it hasn’t always been this way.”

“I know”, Michiru takes a sip of her tea, “Do you want to walk to school together?”

“Yeah.”

“But please change first.”

“Damn you Kaioh.”

[bearisonford]

FT: oh Seattle sports

Me: *photobombs fan mail*

FT: DAMMIT

[sittingoverheredreaming]

"We Could Pretend" replies under the cut

docholligay replied to your post

“I intended to write something fluffy and Outers Family-Oriented for...”

Okay before I get into a more ~detailed analysis~ I have to tell you that I had almost the same idea for a story holy fuck, the mindweasels are spreading

Wow, I actually had the thought partway through that you or someone else might have decided on the same idea for Michiru's birthday. WEIRD. 

docholligay replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

"Haruka’s marker had clearly started to die by the time she’d gotten to the “iru." This detail is so good, so clever, and so in character. It really makes the passage come alive!

Ah, I'd glad you liked that bit! I love thinking about Haruka before she can fully express her extravagant side. Someday, she will have the ability and the confidence to throw Michiru the best (/worst) birthday party in the world, but right now all she has is a big piece of paper and some crayola markers. 

docholligay replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

But horses also race, so.” She let her eyes meet Michiru’s for a split second. “So.” *INCOHERENT SCREAMING*

fortythousandth replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

MY HEART. I have such a weakness for S-era angst, GEEZ. The Poseidon bit was fabulous, and the struggle of Michiru’s inner and outer dialogue was especially good here.

Thank you! I struggled  with whether to do the Poseidon bit or not, so I'm extra glad you enjoyed it. I liked the way it functioned, but I couldn't decide if it was too obvious or not obvious enough.

fortythousandth replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

"For the first time in years, Michiru felt a real urge to cry." YES

docholligay replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

I love the whole motif of them almost doing a…humanity exchange. As they are together, Michiru gains an ability to be loved, to be disappointed. As Haruka is forced to kill, she loses that softness in her, that tenderness.

I hadn't thought about it in those terms before, but YES. Heaven help Michiru if it ever occurs to HER that way. She gets a real hope for the world, a belief in something worth fighting for, crying for, dying for, and Haruka gets to lose hope. I'd say the realization would make her hate herself, but this is Michiru so she's already there ;__;

docholligay replied to your post: I intended to write something fluffy a...

Oh man, the ending kills me, just kills me.

I almost had Michiru look Haruka in the eye the whole time, too, but that felt too horrible for everyone.

[sophelstien]

fortythousandth replied to your post: “I watched the first two eps of the 100 and here are my reports -raven...”:

Ahahaha I actually ragequit watching the 100 because of how much I hated Finn

I probably would've too but I know I'll be rewarded with queer ladies at the end so I'll try to persevere