you be the moon. i'll be the earth

hi there! i go by artemis, he/him pronouns. i’m a sailor moon multimuse account, primarily based on the 90s anime but i’m working through crystal as well, and eventually i’ll be getting to the manga. important links for my account will be listed below! * also please note !!! i characterize a few of my muses differently than they’re seen in canon. i have all of this info on my muses page!

i think it's been a minute since i posted in the tags so i wanted to throw something out there!

my name is artemis (he/him pronouns!) i'm a multi muse sailor moon account & i'm always happy to write with new people! i'm an enthusiastic plotter and have a big soft spot for AU's.

the irregulars prompts! with @sorrowmarked

"But now what?" Seiya prodded, inching in a little closer to Usagi. He gently reached for her hand and held it in both of his, idly toying with the tips of her fingers.

The progression from friends to more felt like an organic, inevitable thing. Seiya hadn't ever felt drawn to someone this way before. Despite his better judgment telling him not to go much further down this rabbit hole, for fear of letting all his secrets spill, there was no preventing the steady way he was falling for Usagi. This was a gentle but steady tumult, only building momentum as it continued.

It was unwise, but Seiya didn't have it in him to pull the brakes.

"You're cruel, Odango," he teased, bringing their joined hands up. Seiya placed a soft kiss on the back of Usagi's left hand, then peering back up at her.

from the irregulars prompts! for @divinetide

Adrenaline was still coursing through Ami, even now that she was safe. Safe felt like a temporary term now. It was a word she took for granted up until recently, when she realized she could no longer count on predictable security in life.

Ami didn't want to complain. This was a privilege, it was an honor to be a senshi. But they were big shoes to fill. She felt like she was stumbling haplessly into this new role even though she did her very best to look like she had it figured out. That ruse seemed to be working on everyone; at least no one had said otherwise. It was only now with Michiru speaking to her that Ami felt like someone could see how difficult it had been.

There was no getting used to this. If Ami were to be honest, she would tell Michiru that she had no idea how she and Haruka could seem so unfazed by it -- committed to their cause in such a way that personal emotions didn't get roped in. To some, their approach might have seemed to err on the side of callousness. But Ami could see the merit. She wished she could compartmentalize things as easily.

With the other senshi looking to her to be the analyst and the thinker behind their plans, sometimes Ami wished that someone would acknowledge that she didn't always have it together.

It was a relief to have that part of her noticed by Michiru. That relief outweighed Ami's usual hope to impress the older senshi.

She was tired. Letting her guard down for a moment and letting that show was a palpable unburdening.

A few tears slipped from Ami's eyes. She let them escape and then gently wiped them away, nodding her head in agreement.

"There are times I wish I could close my eyes and disappear when these monsters attack. I wish I could be a little kid again; hold my hands over my ears, hide in a corner and wait for someone to save me. But now I'm that person who has to save others. I have to save myself. I thought it would stop being scary by now," Ami chuckled, letting out a slow breath through her nose.

She took a moment to center herself, then squared her shoulders and stood up straight once more.

Haruka was wringing their hands, perched atop a building just a block away from their destination. It was a breezy and mild night, mundane and routine. But they knew that they were about to shatter that mundanity for someone in a matter of moments.

“Someone has to do it,” were Setsuna’s only words of comfort or apology — if they could be called that.

But does it have to be me?

Haruka found themselves dragging their feet, though there truly was no time to waste. However reluctant they were to teach a new senshi, the need was there and trouble would surely be around the corner.

Knowing that there wasn’t room to delay any longer, they leapt from their spot on the roof, quickly making their way to the home. At first, it was hard to tell which window was the right one. If they chose incorrectly, their cover would be blown at worst, or at best, the person greeting them would have no idea what to make of the situation.

But they didn’t have to wonder for long. On the second floor of the house, a room with a bright light could be seen. Looking more closely, Haruka noted the pastel colors that seemed to line the walls. While they didn’t know much about Usagi other than her name and the greater role she would come to play, this seemed to track.

Haruka carefully lifted themself up to the window, peering in enough to see a pajama-clad blonde sitting up in bed.

This was probably how she spent every evening. There was probably nothing remarkable about Usagi; nothing that would rattle the foundation of her world more than this would.

The longer they let themself take in the details of Usagi’s room, the more guilty they felt about having to be the one to break this all to her. Being a senshi was more responsibility than Haruka had ever felt in their life. There were times that it felt like a punishment, admittedly. This was what they would be subjecting Usagi to.

It was inevitable anyway, Haruka knew. And once more, time was ticking away. They needed to get this over with.

Attempting to toe the line between getting Usagi’s attention but not alarming the rest of her family, Haruka knelt down, rapping their knuckles just firmly enough against the window to be heard.

ami/naru friendship and/or shipping. i can’t tell you why i ship them so much but i do

actually interacting with a naru at all! i haven’t seen one in the fandom yet but i have my fingers crossed !!

time travel! this already exists somewhat in sailor moon canon but a more explicit and narrative version of it sounds so exciting. especially if it did relate back to the silver millennium or even forward into crystal tokyo.

hunger games au. minus magic powers. just the characters being themselves.

maybe something in a final fantasy sort of setting? i don’t have fully formed ideas for this but i do love ff and think so many of the games in the franchise would make for cool au plots

this is absolutely cliche but idc — childhood best friends who lost touch and when they see one another again down the road, they’ve both respectively realized that they’re senshi & don’t know how to tell the other / actively try to hide it (and they have so much in common & don’t even know it and i’m crying already) (also this kind of speaks to fate and people who are meant to be in each other’s orbits coming back to each other even when the world tries to pull them apart) (meant 2 b baybee✨)

usagi gives me big Anne of Green Gables/Anne with an E vibes sometimes. it could be cool to write as/with a usagi in a setting like Avonlea. again, probably no magic powers in this plot but luckily all of the sailor moon personalities can absolutely standalone without the magical aspect of it.

royalty au! could be similar to the silver millennium arc but doesn’t necessarily have to be!

some of my muses are trans (in varying ways in terms of how they identify) and it could be interesting to have a plot where they’re able to explore what being a senshi means to them as they explore their gender identity. like the fact that being a senshi seems intrinsically connected to being assigned female at birth is simultaneously very interesting & infuriating to me & i’m sure it’s something they consider. an interesting concept to explore in a plot!