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michiruspet replied to your post “*busts thru ur door* BRO talk to me abt the most recent hcs you've...”

I‘m so here for that! Black scars on golden skin excuse me that’s brilliant. Somebody paint that!

a few hours later and I’ve realized I’ve basically made the Starlights tigers but I’m not mad about it

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michiruspet replied to your post “Let it Lie”

Yes, that’s what I need on another homeoffice Tuesday. I love how you can arrange the letters of the ABC in a away that almost makes me cry.

I just need you to know that the phrase “How you arrange the letters of the ABC” had me rolling, that’s amazing. 

notesfromtheidiotbox replied to your post “Let it Lie”

Well, fuck me then. This was heartbreakingly brillian.

thank you so much! I’ve been sitting on this idea for awhile. 

vassekocho replied to your post “Let it Lie”

Gaaaaaaaaah no words, just emotions

THANK YOUUUUU

madegeeky replied to your post “Let it Lie”

I love this. All this. Though you're also kind of an asshole because excuse you, how dare! But this wonderful and I loved every minute of it, of Minako's desperate to make this easier for both her and Haruka when there's nothing that can do that.

Thank you! I always thought that the idea that MIna always has something that she can try to do, even if there’s nothing, was a good one. She can’t fix it, but she can talk the both of them through it. 

madegeeky replied to your post “Let it Lie”

I love the juxtaposition between the lyrical serious quality of the second to last paragraph and then brutal straightforward almost light hearted simplicity of the last sentence. Just amazing.

Thank you so much! I love doing circular shit. 

power-of-a-name replied to your post “Let it Lie”

“You know what? You saved Michiru. That’s the truth, because I said it is. No one has to know.” So good!!!!!

Thank you! Truth is a moving target! Sometimes facts matter less! 

keyofjetwolf replied to your post “Let it Lie”

Well I am definitely not crying and glad you're in the kitchen and hoping you don't come in here. Nope, not me, no ma'am.

NOT AT ALL

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Soooo, gimme more of the transseiya stories, like, finding allies in H&M over time, discussing surgery, etc etc....oh my god so many thoughts in my head.

Haruka stares at their phone. It’s unnervingly quiet. Has been since about three minutes ago when it rattled its way across the kitchen table. They haven’t taken their eyes off it after its little dance. Something about it all just itches. They don’t get calls from her and especially not at this time of night. It definitely hadn’t been an accident, either. The call lasted unanswered for too long and cut too short for it to be anything but a bail out. 

Haruka chuckles at the idea. ‘Course she would cower out. 

Bzzt! The nervous dance begins again, as if on cue. Almost as if it knew they were talking shit. Haruka lets it ring. Unhurried, they glance at the digital kitchen clock. Two in the morning almost always means a call for help. And Haruka is nothing if not a sucker. Damnit. 

They pick up on the last ring.

- - - - - - - - - - -

“You know, the park’s not exactly open this time of day.”

Seiya jumps as Haruka sits down on the bench next to her. That was satisfying. Even more so as she scowls in answer.

“Who closes parks?” Seiya mutters darkly. “Makes no sense.”

Haruka shrugged. They tug at their jacket zipper, trying to settle in. It’s kinda spooky, being in a park at night. They’d always thought so. Even back in the days they used to patrol with Michiru, waiting for The Silence. Something about the absence of movement where there should be. They try to shrug the feeling off, only partially successful. Seiya’s not exactly good enough company to ward away the chill of an empty playground. 

“So what’d you bring me out here for anyways?” Haruka asks. “I’m assuming not for a smoke?”

Seiya shoots them a sideways look, black brows scrunching together. “You smoke?”

Haruka shakes their head. “Michiru hates the smell.” But Makoto likes the company, they add silently. The memory of the last late night conversation drifts by. It makes some conversations easier. Something to get rid of the nervous energy while talking. And Seiya looks like she could use the help. 

She sits almost completely on the edge of the bench. Elbows on her knees and heels hovering off the ground like she’s preparing any minute to launch herself into the darkness. Seiya’s normal low ponytail is missing the normal neat, careful wrappings and Haruka has a sudden image of her bolting out of whatever hotel room the Starlights found to crash to meet up here.

“Wh-”

“Where are you staying?”

Seiya blinks, mouth half formed around words cut off at the breath. “What?” 

“Sorry,” the corners of Haruka’s mouth pull tightly downwards. “You just looked so…” They shrug, looking her up and down as ways of explanation. It didn’t help the sudden self-consciousness sitting over the both of them. Why were they doing this? “Are you guys, like. Safe? Or something?”

“We got back a week ago,” Seiya says slowly. Her eyebrows almost meld together in confusion. “The Prin-” The word breaks off, jagged and sharp. Seiya’s scowl at the ground seems to watch it fall. A muscle works in her jaw. “Kakyuu insisted on finding a place of our own this time. I’m staying at the shrine.” 

Haruka nods in sympathy. “It’s hard giving them space,” they agree. 

Seiya’s hands clench around each other for a moment. Two. And then tension slinks away into the night with a sigh. She looks tired. With sagging shoulders and a too distant gaze, she just looks beat. Haruka watches from the corner of their eye as Seiya slowly sweeps the hair back from her eyes. More than just a trip across the skies - although they knew nothing about what that was like - or even for the time of night. 

“How do you do it?” she asks after a while. A small question. More of a confession really. Like someone pushing the words from her lungs. It’s enough to make Haruka swallow back the snappy response that sprung to mind. Instead, they settle for a sigh. A smoke would really help this conversation.

Their leg bounces in the silence. “You just kinda,” they start, mulling it over. “I dunno. Deal with it, I guess. Accept you can’t control what they do.” 

“But what about…” The muscle in her jaw works and jumps as she chews over words. “But can’t you? To a certain point? So people just listen more? See you better?”

Something lights up a corner of Haruka’s mind at the desperation in the last bit of that question. Almost a nagging familiarity. “They’re their own people, dude. We can’t exactly be everything they need all the time. And they don’t want us to be.”

“No, I don’t mean -” Seiya curses something. A clipped, almost hissing noise of language that settles into a low moan of sorts. It could be anything, but swearing in all languages feels the same to Haruka. 

It’s different watching someone else flounder for words. Does their leg jump as much as hers does? They know for sure they don’t mutter through things. Maybe that’s the consequence of needing to translate. Honestly, it’s a little grating. They stuff down the urge to reach over and still her bouncing leg, to cut off the strange, rapid sounds. But without an outlet it only gets worse, they know. So they wait. And wait.

What feels like hours later there’s a pained sort of noise. One that’s not entirely otherworldly. “I’m just,” Seiya starts, voice catching on a strangled breath. The words are slow, almost like her tongue can’t quite remember how to form the words. “I’m tired of feeling like this. Like I’m lying everyday to people when I go out, lying to myself saying it’s fine. And I miss how it used to be before-” A reflex swallow and air breathes into Seiya’s hands. One slow, long breath that whistles through the space between skin. “Before everyone…”

The nagging familiar light finally erupts into clarity and Haruka openly stares now. Really watching. Michiru always teases how long it takes them to really notice what’s going on and maybe, maybe Haruka’s been oblivious this whole time on this bench. But a memory of before - Seiya, bold, brash, and bigger than life that first night they met and every night afterwards in that stupid red suit. Cocky and carefree in a backwards hat, shoulders back, proud and daring the world to try anything - blares bright compared to now. The way Seiya’s shoulders tuck in, the way those blue eyes bore into the grass below, the desperation of being seen as before…

Well, it just all rings a bit too familiar.

“Before everyone found out,” Haruka finishes. Seiya flinches the smallest bit, chest curling inwards, nose scrunching in pained frustration. Fingers flex. Forearms stiffen as the words linger. There’s a nod, robotic and halting, gaze determinedly fixed on the middle distance of the dirt. 

Haruka sinks further back into the bench, their own eyes skywards. Silence is good for thinking sometimes. Wait around long enough and the right thing to say will show up for you to use. Right now, though, maybe not so much. Especially since Seiya seems to wind tighter with every passing moment next to them. The bouncing leg has stopped, trading in for the coiled tension when Haruka first sat down. They let it happen - old habits die hard and it’s still a little fun to let Seiya stew - but eventually. Eventually the too familiar wins out. 

“You can go back, you know,” Haruka says towards the stars. “To Before, I mean.”

Seiya begins to shake. From the night chill or the idea, Haruka can’t really tell, but it brings an urge to do something to soothe. 

There’s a sniffle. A breath a bit too hard. “It won’t be the same,” he finally says, voice hesitantly sinking into that low skip that takes Haruka back to an after concert dressing room. Different from the rest of the conversation. More like Seiya they know. 

“Nope.” Seiya doesn’t jump at the hand on his shoulder. Only unwinds. Relaxing at Haruka’s touch like a house cat settling in. A first for everything, as they say. “It’ll be better.”

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michiruspet replied to your post: I saw this idea in a fic rec compilation and I...

Doc. I really want you to sit down and write some good Grace/Dani stories. Please.

I don’t ship them! I mean, i am into Grace being into her, but Dani met her when she was a child and Dani was an adult and for PEOPLE NAMED DOC, WHO ARE ME EVERYONE CALM DOWN it’s really squicky and I can’t. So it would never be reciprocated romantic! 

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kumeko replied to your post “for fluff prompts: haruka making michiru laugh for the first time?”

Michiru's so human in this scene, the way she's teasing Haruka, the way Haruka replies back. It's such a real moment, it's beautiful

THank you! I generally write them as being established and together and all that, but sometimes it’s fun to rember when things were fragile and uneasy

michiruspet replied to your post “for fluff prompts: haruka making michiru laugh for the first time?”

Pesto is a hate crime to every type of pasta. I love when Michiru is human, and I love how you write her. That she can just „be“ around Haruka, and not put up a facade, doesn’t have to. So cute.

PESTO IS GOOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU

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thoughtfulfuri replied to your post “Haruka, 28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?”

Omg I love this answer so much. Feels and hehe's

Thank you! I had a lot of fun answering it

madegeeky replied to your post “also for fluffvember i am dying for you to do 21 ("box of childhood...”

Oh, I love this. I love how much Michiru loves this pieces of Haruka's childhood, I love how surprised she is by it. I love her affection for the guinea pig picture and her softly touching blankie. Jut so soft and beautiful

Thank you! Michiru isn’t really sentimental for herself, but I think she can be terribly so for other people, especially as she chills the fuck out. 

verbforverb replied to your post “also for fluffvember i am dying for you to do 21 ("box of childhood...”

i love them contributing to each other's growth, haruka learns it is OK to be SENTIMENTAL, michiru learns it is OK to EXPRESS AN EMOTION, their house is FULL of TOY CARS. all very good.

This is all great but I need you to know I laughed so hard at “Their house is FULL OF TOY CARS” 

michiruspet replied to your post “also for fluffvember i am dying for you to do 21 ("box of childhood...”

I gave away my last three guineapigs last week and now I’m sitting here crying. Anyway, the story is cute as always, and I love it.

I”M SORRY I LOVE THE PIGGLES

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Holding Hands, Reinako”

love this, love them love little shit mina and cool chill proud Rei-chan. Fantastic!

It is also MY drug

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Holding Hands, Reinako”

ALSOOOO

sailorsunspot replied to your post “Holding Hands, Reinako”

i love the observation made of how people grow from the ashes, it seems so particularly perfect for this part in your au, swirled in death and destruction but with the promise of something more! Change is often violent and sometimes great!

Yes! Thank you so much! The whole point of my MaS world isn’t that everything turned out great, but that even with a difficult ending, it’s still abeginning, and they can take that and be happier than they ever imagined themselves. 

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michiruspet replied to your post “He wakes with a start. Convulsing. Gasping. Clawing for something...”

Poor boy, I want to roll him up in a blanket and feed him his favorite cookies. Poor baby.

these kids have trauma and we don’t talk about it enough imo. Honestly the last surviving people of an entire planet??? and they’re like 16/17?????? that’s gunna fuck you up

moonlight1130 replied to your post “He wakes with a start. Convulsing. Gasping. Clawing for something...”

This was really captivating to read. The opening descriptions of flailing and fighting against something are so emotive and I love the flow and pacing of it.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! While I do wish I could actually like. Sit and write things that were actually story length more often I’m really proud of my short works especially when they actually, you know, work. 

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michiruspet replied to your post: if I did a giveaway of sorts of some Sailor Moon...

And BAM here I am!

like it’s not a lot of stuff but I’d be willing to ship it if someone wanted this kinda stuff???