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Ooh can you tell me more about your Sailor Moon oc? She sounds super cool <3
Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about my girl. So, the creative vision for this Guardian OC is the negative space of the mythic, cosmic romance of the manga and the violence it keeps unexamined. Therefore, her ontology is relational rather than essentialist. Would be thrilled to read some comments if anyone has any thoughts, because I worked really hard on this.
Her civilian name is NijirĹ Kirari, who transforms into Sailor Aurora, the Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence. Her Sailor Crystalâthus, her soulâthe Aurora Crystal, was conceived when Serenity sealed Nehelenia, making her the (bastard daughter) of both Queens. The details are very erotic, very queer, too: two women breaking their neat binary essentialism by accident when Nehelenia seeks the intimacy of balance, and Serenity insists on the purity of separation. (Which provides us with potential for some delicious dynasty drama as 'royal bastard' is a Dynasty Tale trope Sailor Moon has not yet deployed, and I know Usagi will be thrilled to learn that she had a sister in her past life, immediately ready to embrace her, but will also have a hard time comprehending why the girl who used to be her sister isn't as thrilled about reveal. Kirari has very conflicting feelings about being the stain that was wiped from memory, as the stain on the pristine legacy of the mother they shared. The purity of the myth Usagi inherits depends on Kirari's erasure). Serenity's sealing command and Nehelenia's demand for balance pass through each other and the Silver Crystal, splitting into a new pattern. Sailor Aurora is the moirĂŠ baby of Serenity and Nehelenia, right? She is not their daughter as a blend of both, with her Crystal like a vial filled with Light and Dark in equal amounts. She is their daughter as the interference pattern that arises when Nehelenia and Serenity touch, but misalign. Instead of fracturing reality, as the severance of an interdependent, complementary pair where one conditions the other, like Light/Dark would, the inference pattern crystallizes into the lattice (because all crystals form from lattices: diamonds, sugar, salt, quartz, snowflakes, glaciers, etc.), robust enough to metabolize the existential strain. Her soul shimmers in the twilight of the shadow both Queens cast together on the cosmos. Her breath emerges from denied balance. Her heartbeat flickers in the enforced separation.
The visual mood I picture for Kirari is oil-slick iridescence on wet asphalt under violet skies at dusk. I know Black people don't exist in Takeuchi's vision at all, but we Black people want to have fun, too, so Kirari has deep brown skin that interacts with light differently than pale skin does. From pale skin, light bounces off and is repelled when reflected; dark skin welcomes and gathers it. Light lingers and pools on her body. Kirari's luminosity turns colors lush and rich as it is born of absorption, saturation, contrast, dimension, depth, and release.
Her hair falls past her knees in a heavy curtain of midnight plum twist braids. Pulling them into a ponytail or an updo unveils an undercut with shaved patterns that vary every few weeks when she refresshes the cutâstars, swirls, spirals, waves. Chrome wires coil through her strands like shooting stars frozen in their fall. Beads, cuffs, rings, and charms weave constellations into her hair. Glitter dust breathes sparkle across the strands.
Kirariâs everyday wardrobe is loose and has a rebellious edge, a little punk and hip-hop. Mesh, DIY, fishnet, torn denim, oversized hoodies, cropped muscle tops, lots of stud accessories, prefers backpacks over handbags, much of it thrifted. She wears baggy pants that sit below her hips, with the boxer's waistband peeking out. Septum piercing decorates her nose and her ears are decked, too: lobe, helix, industrial, daith, conch, tragus. There is a little downward bounce in her step because most of the time she moves around with headphones and some trap, old school hip-hop, or hardcore punk track in her ears, and some bass rumbling through her bones.
When Nehelenia seeks recognition from the person and order that defined her as corruption and outsider, Serenity responds with uncompromising boundary enforcement. That is contact and repel at once. Desire and denial. Exposure and recoil. Balance denied in favor of purity. Usually (and nothing is usual when it comes to anything spawning from Queen Serenity's rule; the cosmos constantly bends around her and her legitimate daughter's actions to accommodate their decisions; that is just canon), a Sailor Crystal co-develops with a celestial body; Sailor Aurora, technically, co-develops with the sealing event or, rather, dependently originates from the conditions of the event. This, Sailor Aurora, is because that is. And "that" includes the fact that Light and Dark, as Nehelenia rightfully insists, are a reciprocal pair: "Light and Dark call upon each other.
In non-dual terms, Light and Dark are not opposites; they condition each other. âIâ cannot exist without a non-I. In turn, the non-I depends on that existence, too. Eliminating Dark is eliminating the condition of Light. The two are not pre-existing substances that clash; one exists because the other exists.
This, aka Dark, is, because that, aka Light, is. If this, aka Dark, ceases, that, Light, also ceases.
That is what interdependence means: remove just one element and all existence vanishes. Queen Serenity may merely intend to banish a rival, but she is using the Silver Crystal to violently deny a plea for balance and reciprocity. That is an attack on the condition of existence itself. To execute the sealing spell, the Silver Crystal must violate the principle of interdependence. Thus, the cosmology/metaphysics reaches a limit. The prior architecture is planet/guardian, inside/outside, purity/corruption, bounded essence/protective defense. However, it can no longer adequately sustain coherence after Serenityâs act. It generates pressures and tensions exceeding this original binary logic.
However, rather than the fabric of existence unraveling, it expands to metabolize the contradiction. The cosmos responds by generating more protection. Sailor Aurora's guardianship emerges because the prior system cannot process the conditions of threat it produces. The Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence arises to protect the absence of fixed, separate essences as the openness in which boundaries that give form, differentiation, and individuality to anything at all can be made and unmade, transform, grow, become, and change. No form exists by itself, no purity protects itself without producing an outside, no boundary can be innocent when it pretends not to depend on what it excludes. Sailor Aurora guards relationality.
Her story in the Silver Millennium is already outlined and written, part of the fic project for which I've already published two Sailor Neptune-centric worldbuilding vignettes. Y'all can check these out here and here. I'm still tinkering a little with how to integrate her into a post-Galaxia plot because there are still too many variables left undecided. But I'm open to follow-up questions if anyone fancies more.
Last, but not least, the theme track I chose for Sailor Aurora is Emergence by Sleep Token. Like, these lyrics specificly just do it:
I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods
Dark days for your solstice, dancing through the depths of
Hellfire, on the winds that started from within
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin
So tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"
In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife
You know that I'm sanctified by what's below
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Writing Vi and Mel working together and slowly bonding over how they both struggle with loving individuals who cause harm, pain and fear really reminds me of what a waste it was to whisk away Mel from the Piltover/Zaun conflict in S2. These two have so much potential for heartbreaking character moments: No matter how much Jinx terrorizes the cities and no matter how much Ambessaâs military campaigns Vi canât stop loving her sister and Mel canât stop loving her mother.
Ooh can you tell me more about your Sailor Moon oc? She sounds super cool <3
Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about my girl. So, the creative vision for this Guardian OC is the negative space of the mythic, cosmic romance of the manga and the violence it keeps unexamined. Therefore, her ontology is relational rather than essentialist. Would be thrilled to read some comments if anyone has any thoughts, because I worked really hard on this.
Her civilian name is NijirĹ Kirari, who transforms into Sailor Aurora, the Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence. Her Sailor Crystalâthus, her soulâthe Aurora Crystal, was conceived when Serenity sealed Nehelenia, making her the (bastard daughter) of both Queens. The details are very erotic, very queer, too: two women breaking their neat binary essentialism by accident when Nehelenia seeks the intimacy of balance, and Serenity insists on the purity of separation. (Which provides us with potential for some delicious dynasty drama as 'royal bastard' is a Dynasty Tale trope Sailor Moon has not yet deployed, and I know Usagi will be thrilled to learn that she had a sister in her past life, immediately ready to embrace her, but will also have a hard time comprehending why the girl who used to be her sister isn't as thrilled about reveal. Kirari has very conflicting feelings about being the stain that was wiped from memory, as the stain on the pristine legacy of the mother they shared. The purity of the myth Usagi inherits depends on Kirari's erasure). Serenity's sealing command and Nehelenia's demand for balance pass through each other and the Silver Crystal, splitting into a new pattern. Sailor Aurora is the moirĂŠ baby of Serenity and Nehelenia, right? She is not their daughter as a blend of both, with her Crystal like a vial filled with Light and Dark in equal amounts. She is their daughter as the interference pattern that arises when Nehelenia and Serenity touch, but misalign. Instead of fracturing reality, as the severance of an interdependent, complementary pair where one conditions the other, like Light/Dark would, the inference pattern crystallizes into the lattice (because all crystals form from lattices: diamonds, sugar, salt, quartz, snowflakes, glaciers, etc.), robust enough to metabolize the existential strain. Her soul shimmers in the twilight of the shadow both Queens cast together on the cosmos. Her breath emerges from denied balance. Her heartbeat flickers in the enforced separation.
The visual mood I picture for Kirari is oil-slick iridescence on wet asphalt under violet skies at dusk. I know Black people don't exist in Takeuchi's vision at all, but we Black people want to have fun, too, so Kirari has deep brown skin that interacts with light differently than pale skin does. From pale skin, light bounces off and is repelled when reflected; dark skin welcomes and gathers it. Light lingers and pools on her body. Kirari's luminosity turns colors lush and rich as it is born of absorption, saturation, contrast, dimension, depth, and release.
Her hair falls past her knees in a heavy curtain of midnight plum twist braids. Pulling them into a ponytail or an updo unveils an undercut with shaved patterns that vary every few weeks when she refresshes the cutâstars, swirls, spirals, waves. Chrome wires coil through her strands like shooting stars frozen in their fall. Beads, cuffs, rings, and charms weave constellations into her hair. Glitter dust breathes sparkle across the strands.
Kirariâs everyday wardrobe is loose and has a rebellious edge, a little punk and hip-hop. Mesh, DIY, fishnet, torn denim, oversized hoodies, cropped muscle tops, lots of stud accessories, prefers backpacks over handbags, much of it thrifted. She wears baggy pants that sit below her hips, with the boxer's waistband peeking out. Septum piercing decorates her nose and her ears are decked, too: lobe, helix, industrial, daith, conch, tragus. There is a little downward bounce in her step because most of the time she moves around with headphones and some trap, old school hip-hop, or hardcore punk track in her ears, and some bass rumbling through her bones.
When Nehelenia seeks recognition from the person and order that defined her as corruption and outsider, Serenity responds with uncompromising boundary enforcement. That is contact and repel at once. Desire and denial. Exposure and recoil. Balance denied in favor of purity. Usually (and nothing is usual when it comes to anything spawning from Queen Serenity's rule; the cosmos constantly bends around her and her legitimate daughter's actions to accommodate their decisions; that is just canon), a Sailor Crystal co-develops with a celestial body; Sailor Aurora, technically, co-develops with the sealing event or, rather, dependently originates from the conditions of the event. This, Sailor Aurora, is because that is. And "that" includes the fact that Light and Dark, as Nehelenia rightfully insists, are a reciprocal pair: "Light and Dark call upon each other.
In non-dual terms, Light and Dark are not opposites; they condition each other. âIâ cannot exist without a non-I. In turn, the non-I depends on that existence, too. Eliminating Dark is eliminating the condition of Light. The two are not pre-existing substances that clash; one exists because the other exists.
This, aka Dark, is, because that, aka Light, is. If this, aka Dark, ceases, that, Light, also ceases.
That is what interdependence means: remove just one element and all existence vanishes. Queen Serenity may merely intend to banish a rival, but she is using the Silver Crystal to violently deny a plea for balance and reciprocity. That is an attack on the condition of existence itself. To execute the sealing spell, the Silver Crystal must violate the principle of interdependence. Thus, the cosmology/metaphysics reaches a limit. The prior architecture is planet/guardian, inside/outside, purity/corruption, bounded essence/protective defense. However, it can no longer adequately sustain coherence after Serenityâs act. It generates pressures and tensions exceeding this original binary logic.
However, rather than the fabric of existence unraveling, it expands to metabolize the contradiction. The cosmos responds by generating more protection. Sailor Aurora's guardianship emerges because the prior system cannot process the conditions of threat it produces. The Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence arises to protect the absence of fixed, separate essences as the openness in which boundaries that give form, differentiation, and individuality to anything at all can be made and unmade, transform, grow, become, and change. No form exists by itself, no purity protects itself without producing an outside, no boundary can be innocent when it pretends not to depend on what it excludes. Sailor Aurora guards relationality.
Her story in the Silver Millennium is already outlined and written, part of the fic project for which I've already published two Sailor Neptune-centric worldbuilding vignettes. Y'all can check these out here and here. I'm still tinkering a little with how to integrate her into a post-Galaxia plot because there are still too many variables left undecided. But I'm open to follow-up questions if anyone fancies more.
Last, but not least, the theme track I chose for Sailor Aurora is Emergence by Sleep Token. Like, these lyrics specificly just do it:
I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods
Dark days for your solstice, dancing through the depths of
Hellfire, on the winds that started from within
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin
So tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"
In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife
You know that I'm sanctified by what's below
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Headcanoning that the local/native epistemologies of Neptune and Uranus pre-Lunar Empire had a radically different relation to Darkness than the Moon Kingdom, where Darkness isn't necessarily or inherently Evil Essence, but a complementary condition of truth, revelation, knowledge, and existence.
After all, Uranus's domain is the sky, and the sky is neither inherently dark nor inherently bright.
Uranian ways of knowing and being consider darkness the presence that makes orientation possible at all. The day sky conceals almost everything beyond itself. The dark night sky reveals scale, distance, pattern, recurrence, and direction. Star constellations emerge because darkness allows separation, contrast, and interval. Since Uranus has more than 20 moons (Neptune has 16, btw), I can imagine that Uranus's cosmology is plural. There is not a singular moon that monopolizes the sky. The Uranian sky is crowded, full of layered cycles, occlusions, alignments, eclipses, and multiple rising patterns. I even like the idea that the gravitational signatures of the different moons shape atmospheric wind tides. After all, Wind, Sailor Uranus's power, is not a substance but an event that rises from pressure differences. Unlike Light, Wind is invisible. It announces itself through consequence, through and by what bends, shivers, erodes, carries, cools, scatters, or lifts upon contact.
Neptuneâs understanding of Darkness is different but complementary. Like the sky, the sea, too, is neither inherently dark nor inherently bright. Light attenuates as it travels through the water. Darkness is the appearance reach, depth, and immersion take. Thus, oceanic knowledge and being can't afford a fear or rejection of darkness because the ocean itself hosts it. The ocean is not invaded by Darkness; it simply emerges where external Light reaches its limits when it pierces and penetrates the waves. Distant sight surrenders in exchange for nearer forms of perception: vibration, current, temperature, chemistry, sound. Surface vision loses authority as one descends. Knowledge must become intimate; Darkness demands immersion, but it is also the sphere of gestation, bioluminescence, and life beyond dependence on Light.
That doesn't mean Uranian and Neptunian cultures romanticize or idealize everything dark, nor are they hostile to everything light. But while the Moon Kingdom can only deal with Darkness in terms of elimination, competition, and purification, these worlds carved the conceptual room to distinguish danger from depth, corruption from opacity, violence from concealment, and mystery from evil because their domains, Sky and Ocean, depend on Darkness for their full spectrum.
OkayâŚ. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
I have two potential character concepts... The Captain is a Guardian (middle-aged woman, btw) whose Crystal cracked when she took her last stand before her displacement, but not broken. She lost the ability to transform, but magic is still in her, so she learned to channel it through different means. She became an expert spellcaster and swordfighter.
Another Guardian in the crew split her Crystal in two to put on half into her lover's chest to save them after an enemy drained their soul to fuel a curse.
Captainâs going to be Sevika-inspired, I think. I feel like the scar design of her Hextech-injuries where magic pulses in the skin that looks like cracked stone is an excellent visual for a Guardian with a cracked Sailor Crystal.
I also decided that the Captain will train Haruka in sword fighting. Haruka deserves a tiny training arc and sparring sessions with another masc woman, who shows her that she has barely scratched the surface of her own potential.
The self-indulgent aspect of adding Kirari/Sailor Aurora to the Silver Millennium is doomed lesbian throuple in the periphery of the Lunar Empire: the bastard daughter of Queen Serenity and Queen Nehelenia, who is not welcomed at the Court because the Light One of her mothers is not 100% sure the unexpected Sailor Guardian incarnating a few years after Nehelenia speaking her curse isnât said curse, starting to fraternize with the border garrison sentinels from the periphery, whom the Nobel Queen conscripted into mandatory military service for the Moon Kingdom when they were children. All shaped by distance from the Moonâs sacred, isolated, protected, blissful center start comparing wounds and s in bed and in war rooms.
That is an affair in the old espionage sense. It is liaison, compromise, intelligence exchange, emotional double-agency, building a counter-archive from pillow talk.
How scandalous.
(I just like writing sapphica who conspire against empires bycandlelight, okay?)
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The other day, my roommates decided that we watch Severance together and that show embodies perfectly what makes me so uneasy and horrified of the âfamilyâ framing of the girls in presence of de facto severance of their own memories.
Both the Sailor Moon and the Severance settings turn service/labor into identity, virtue and singular reason for existences Both have this nauseating paternal/maternal reassurance: âdonât worry, your True Self consented :) Donât worry, you are happy :) Donât worry, this is who you really are :) Love the CEO/Princess/Queen and worship the Lineage at its altar :) This is beautiful :) :) :) Donât you love the Leader enough to trust blindly? :( Are you corrupted? :( Do you need purification from these nasty, nasty choices and possibilities? :( You make the Great Leader sad :(â
like, the manga canon especially makes it clear that the friendship and devotion of the girls was order issued and therefore of dubious consent, potentially non-consensual. Love in Sailor Moon is not really chosen and more assigned, erasing agency. Like Love for the Company is in Severance. The framing of Sailor Moon does not really soften the authoritarian horror for me. Iâm too anti-fascist to for Empire Worship.
OkayâŚ. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
I have two potential character concepts... The Captain is a Guardian (middle-aged woman, btw) whose Crystal cracked when she took her last stand before her displacement, but not broken. She lost the ability to transform, but magic is still in her, so she learned to channel it through different means. She became an expert spellcaster and swordfighter.
Another Guardian in the crew split her Crystal in two to put on half into her lover's chest to save them after an enemy drained their soul to fuel a curse.
OkayâŚ. This is either a very trashy idea or the material for some delightful pulp. Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠Either way, I am a little endeared with the thought⌠what if, what if, there was a little circle of Sailor Guardians who lost their star systems, stars, or worlds for some reason (to exile, to conquest, to catastrophe), outcasts, who band together in a sort of Robin Hood-style crew, sailing the stars, protecting all helpless not just those under inside borders.
They raid imperial vaults, steal from cosmic aristocrats who hoard resources, and escort refugees through cursed asteroid belts. Such things. They don't lose purpose and fall into corruption after losing their worlds or positions; they make a new purpose. Solidarity and community are plenty to keep the soul inhospitable to desperation. There is always power overreaching somewhere, and if you stay busy enough fighting it, you have less time to drift.
Headcanon no one but me will appreciate: eventually, Rei and Makoto start bonding over how they are secretly jealous of Usagi having a mom who is pretty much the picture-book version of a mother, while theirs are dead. They both have a hard time admitting that theyâre jealous because theyâre convinced it makes them assholes. Yet, it is the least vulnerable emotion in the Dead Mother pain that either one dares to admit to at all. It becomes a pathway to the rawer spots that loss left in their hearts, and they start to trust the other one with. None of the other girls knows this particular wound. They agree that it can suck to talk about dead moms with peers who still have theirs because it makes them uncomfortable. Itâs an invisible extra burden to translate the feelings and experience. Itâs another invisible burden to be left with the unspoken obligation to cheer everyone up after you exposed others to your grief. Suddenly, you become responsible for rescuing everyone from the discomfort of your own loss.
They both felt the silent shame of not being fun when they talk about memories of dead mothers or cry about how much they miss them. They both felt pressure before to isolate and not bother anyone, especially in the ugly, inconvenient moments when jealousy and rage at the injustice flare over others having what you lost. The moments when you should be alone the least but feel like you should be the most.
They keep each other company at grave visits and provide aftercare. On the date of the death of Reiâs mother, Makoto brings Rei flowers. On the date of the death of Makotoâs mother/parents, Rei brings Makoto flowers.
I think canon in all iterations is cruel for not letting these girls be there for each other when they are the ones in the girl cast who have this loss to bond over and could potentially learn to heal together.
Ooh can you tell me more about your Sailor Moon oc? She sounds super cool <3
Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about my girl. So, the creative vision for this Guardian OC is the negative space of the mythic, cosmic romance of the manga and the violence it keeps unexamined. Therefore, her ontology is relational rather than essentialist. Would be thrilled to read some comments if anyone has any thoughts, because I worked really hard on this.
Her civilian name is NijirĹ Kirari, who transforms into Sailor Aurora, the Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence. Her Sailor Crystalâthus, her soulâthe Aurora Crystal, was conceived when Serenity sealed Nehelenia, making her the (bastard daughter) of both Queens. The details are very erotic, very queer, too: two women breaking their neat binary essentialism by accident when Nehelenia seeks the intimacy of balance, and Serenity insists on the purity of separation. (Which provides us with potential for some delicious dynasty drama as 'royal bastard' is a Dynasty Tale trope Sailor Moon has not yet deployed, and I know Usagi will be thrilled to learn that she had a sister in her past life, immediately ready to embrace her, but will also have a hard time comprehending why the girl who used to be her sister isn't as thrilled about reveal. Kirari has very conflicting feelings about being the stain that was wiped from memory, as the stain on the pristine legacy of the mother they shared. The purity of the myth Usagi inherits depends on Kirari's erasure). Serenity's sealing command and Nehelenia's demand for balance pass through each other and the Silver Crystal, splitting into a new pattern. Sailor Aurora is the moirĂŠ baby of Serenity and Nehelenia, right? She is not their daughter as a blend of both, with her Crystal like a vial filled with Light and Dark in equal amounts. She is their daughter as the interference pattern that arises when Nehelenia and Serenity touch, but misalign. Instead of fracturing reality, as the severance of an interdependent, complementary pair where one conditions the other, like Light/Dark would, the inference pattern crystallizes into the lattice (because all crystals form from lattices: diamonds, sugar, salt, quartz, snowflakes, glaciers, etc.), robust enough to metabolize the existential strain. Her soul shimmers in the twilight of the shadow both Queens cast together on the cosmos. Her breath emerges from denied balance. Her heartbeat flickers in the enforced separation.
The visual mood I picture for Kirari is oil-slick iridescence on wet asphalt under violet skies at dusk. I know Black people don't exist in Takeuchi's vision at all, but we Black people want to have fun, too, so Kirari has deep brown skin that interacts with light differently than pale skin does. From pale skin, light bounces off and is repelled when reflected; dark skin welcomes and gathers it. Light lingers and pools on her body. Kirari's luminosity turns colors lush and rich as it is born of absorption, saturation, contrast, dimension, depth, and release.
Her hair falls past her knees in a heavy curtain of midnight plum twist braids. Pulling them into a ponytail or an updo unveils an undercut with shaved patterns that vary every few weeks when she refresshes the cutâstars, swirls, spirals, waves. Chrome wires coil through her strands like shooting stars frozen in their fall. Beads, cuffs, rings, and charms weave constellations into her hair. Glitter dust breathes sparkle across the strands.
Kirariâs everyday wardrobe is loose and has a rebellious edge, a little punk and hip-hop. Mesh, DIY, fishnet, torn denim, oversized hoodies, cropped muscle tops, lots of stud accessories, prefers backpacks over handbags, much of it thrifted. She wears baggy pants that sit below her hips, with the boxer's waistband peeking out. Septum piercing decorates her nose and her ears are decked, too: lobe, helix, industrial, daith, conch, tragus. There is a little downward bounce in her step because most of the time she moves around with headphones and some trap, old school hip-hop, or hardcore punk track in her ears, and some bass rumbling through her bones.
When Nehelenia seeks recognition from the person and order that defined her as corruption and outsider, Serenity responds with uncompromising boundary enforcement. That is contact and repel at once. Desire and denial. Exposure and recoil. Balance denied in favor of purity. Usually (and nothing is usual when it comes to anything spawning from Queen Serenity's rule; the cosmos constantly bends around her and her legitimate daughter's actions to accommodate their decisions; that is just canon), a Sailor Crystal co-develops with a celestial body; Sailor Aurora, technically, co-develops with the sealing event or, rather, dependently originates from the conditions of the event. This, Sailor Aurora, is because that is. And "that" includes the fact that Light and Dark, as Nehelenia rightfully insists, are a reciprocal pair: "Light and Dark call upon each other.
In non-dual terms, Light and Dark are not opposites; they condition each other. âIâ cannot exist without a non-I. In turn, the non-I depends on that existence, too. Eliminating Dark is eliminating the condition of Light. The two are not pre-existing substances that clash; one exists because the other exists.
This, aka Dark, is, because that, aka Light, is. If this, aka Dark, ceases, that, Light, also ceases.
That is what interdependence means: remove just one element and all existence vanishes. Queen Serenity may merely intend to banish a rival, but she is using the Silver Crystal to violently deny a plea for balance and reciprocity. That is an attack on the condition of existence itself. To execute the sealing spell, the Silver Crystal must violate the principle of interdependence. Thus, the cosmology/metaphysics reaches a limit. The prior architecture is planet/guardian, inside/outside, purity/corruption, bounded essence/protective defense. However, it can no longer adequately sustain coherence after Serenityâs act. It generates pressures and tensions exceeding this original binary logic.
However, rather than the fabric of existence unraveling, it expands to metabolize the contradiction. The cosmos responds by generating more protection. Sailor Aurora's guardianship emerges because the prior system cannot process the conditions of threat it produces. The Guardian of Emptiness and Emergence arises to protect the absence of fixed, separate essences as the openness in which boundaries that give form, differentiation, and individuality to anything at all can be made and unmade, transform, grow, become, and change. No form exists by itself, no purity protects itself without producing an outside, no boundary can be innocent when it pretends not to depend on what it excludes. Sailor Aurora guards relationality.
Her story in the Silver Millennium is already outlined and written, part of the fic project for which I've already published two Sailor Neptune-centric worldbuilding vignettes. Y'all can check these out here and here. I'm still tinkering a little with how to integrate her into a post-Galaxia plot because there are still too many variables left undecided. But I'm open to follow-up questions if anyone fancies more.
Last, but not least, the theme track I chose for Sailor Aurora is Emergence by Sleep Token. Like, these lyrics specificly just do it:
I've got solar flares for your dead gods, space dust for your fuel rods
Dark days for your solstice, dancing through the depths of
Hellfire, on the winds that started from within
My blood beats so alive, might tear right through my skin
So tell me what you meant by "living past your half-life"
In lockstep with the universe, and you're well-versed in the afterlife
You know that I'm sanctified by what's below
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Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
