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How about... an unexpected fandom for the ask meme! I want to learn something new! :)
Ok, letâs do one of my first fandoms where I had to scour the internet for fansites, SAILOR MOON <3
the first character i ever fell in love with:
Usagi/Sailor moon! Sheâs a super hero thatâs allowed to have flaws, but has the purest heart and is admirably altruistic. Plus she likes to eat!
a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:
I used to feel bad for Chibiusa as a kid, but her early antics are pretty annoying, even if they are understandable. She gets better though in later seasons, and I kind of like season 4, that pretty much is her season. Also when I re-watched the third season, I have to say Neptune/Uranus can get kinda...too harsh for my tastes? I donât dislike them and I understand why they are that way, but IDK. Â
Iâm basic and itâs Usagi/Mamoru. Iâm a sucker for reincarantation. Actually the show made me realize I was, lol.Â
my NOTP:
Usagi/Seiya because he acts entitled to her, in my opinion. (like when he asks her âam I not good enough?â gag)
favorite episode:
The climax to the death buster arc when Sailor Pluto emerges and Sailor Moon saved her. Â
saddest death:
honestly when prince demande dies in Sailor Moonâs arms and tells her âI love youâ it made my young self FEEL THINGS. The DIC dub had itâs many faults but his VA (he was called Prince Diamond in the dub) was damn good and had a sexy voice. His Japanese VA and new English VA are both also very good.Â
I also cried my eyes out when Neptune and Uranus âdiedâ in the final season. Â
favorite season:
THREE. Sailor Moon S.
least favorite season:
The anime only Ali/An arc. Thereâs like a couple good episodes but ehhhhhh.
character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:
I like Hotaru/Sailor Pluto but I see people freaking out over her and I donât go that hard.Â
my âyouâre piece of trash, but youâre still a faveâ fave:
....prince demandeâs voice gets me ok.Â
honestly the entire black moon clanÂ
my âbeautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than thisâ fave:
Honestly all of the senshi. thereâs a great analysis on Youtube about the first seasonâs ending, and how these are YOUNG GIRLS that literally sacrifice so much because of their destiny, and knowing theyâll never get to be truly ânormalâ and will always have to put their duty first is just sad.Â
my âthis ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love itâ ship:
...queen serenity and prince demande....cough. (to be fair when I was a kid when I thought about this, i had the last couple of episodes in isolation only--only saw his death episode and the few others before. didnât get full context until later when I watched the whole thing in Japanese.)Â
my âtheyâre kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but iâm not too investedâ ship:
Haruka/Michiru, though I find them less cute and more sexy.Â
Today you may be quarantined, and this month may not have been the most kind to you, but today is a day for celebrating. My perfect sunflower @lechatrouge673â it is your birthday, and I am thrilled to know you exist in this world; to have had the opportunity to meet you in person, and to be counted as your friend! Iâm so glad I decided to fangirl at you, and you decided to let me ;-)
Almost a year ago, you wrote a Fridays with Friends Ficlet with a cameo appearance by Elina, and it is still one of my favorite pieces of fic. With that in mind, I was able to snag a commission slot by the lovely and talented @kumaronoaâ, who then brought our girls to life! She did an amazing job capturing Thea Mac Tir and Elina Trevelyan having a moment to themselves during the havoc. I hope you like it! Happy Birthday, love!!
I reined myself in and went pre-relationship. Good news is they were still touchy-feely back then so, yes. Still some fluffy goodness here.Â
From this prompt list: Indigo skies just before dawn
Deacon x Madelyn Hardy
701 words | [read on Ao3]
Madelyn wasnât sure what time it was but judging by the dark blue and soft purple haze that dusted the skyline, dawn was approaching. Sure, she could simply adjust the dials on her Pip Boy and see the time, but she was too tired to move. Sheâd been traveling for a few days now on her way back to the Castle from Sanctuary with a few pit-stops in betweenâand in those days had managed only a few hours of sleep. It wasnât for a lack of trying, but thatâs just how her body and mind worked nowadays. Sleep was always elusiveâsheâd always be chasing it until she crashed from exhaustion.
Her campsite the previous evening had been a small shack near the relay tower. She wouldâve powered on through the night to a settlement, but the nearby Gunners looked particularly unpleasant. She wasnât about to pick a fight when she was so unpreparedâthat, and her partner talked her out of it. Deacon was a welcome companion on her journeys, even when he gave her shit about the time spent running jobs for the Minutemen instead of the Railroad. But even he needed restâor what he called beauty sleep.
Madelyn insisted on taking first watch, claiming it was only fair after all the times he had shooed her off to bed while he kept guard. Most of the time she hardly slept, and when it came time for her to take over, she was in a bad way. Not that she wasnât feeling terrible nowâso deprived of sleep and on the verge of collapse that maybe now wasnât the time to be so demanding. But Deacon had shrugged, let her have her way and slunk off inside the shack and as far as she knew, drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Hours later, as she stared out at the horizon, her mind could no longer sustain the fatigue. Her eyes became heavy and for a split second she succumbed to the darkness, her body slumping back into the bench. Something in her mind mustâve reminded her where she was and she flinched, startling herself into an upright position. Her laser rifle almost toppled out of her lap and if it hadnât been placed on safety, she was sure she wouldâve shot her own foot off. The action had her rattled, heart racing as she struggled for a moment to regain a normal breathing pattern. With one hand, she covered her face, rubbing at her eyes.
âYouâre bad at this.â
She flinched again, this time at the voice and the feel of something heavy and warm being draped around her shoulders. âWhaââ
Deacon perched himself on the metal arm of the bench, tugging his jacket around her more securely. âFaking like you arenât exhausted.â
âIâm notââ Madelyn made to protest but found herself yawning mid-sentence. He smiled, eyebrows raised as if to say, I told you so. She leaned away from him, even if she welcomed the warmth of his borrowed leather jacket, scrunching herself into it as he moved to sit next to her instead. âOkay, maybe I am.â
He rested her rifle against the bench next to his, before patting his shoulder, encouraging her to rest her head against it. Earlier in their friendship she wouldâve hesitated, but that was before she realized how comfortable the man was with physical interactionsâplutonic interactionsâeven if they bordered on domestic every once in a while. Madelyn relaxed alongside him, sighing as he adjusted his arm around her shoulders to keep her snug against his chest.
What surprised her was the silence. Usually there was banterâa joke, or a whimsical tale full of lies with some kind of lesson at the end. But for whatever reason, in that moment, he stayed quiet and the only thing she could hear was the steady sound of his breathingâthe quiet murmur of his heart. The stars faded away as the sky began to brighten, hues of indigo giving way to orange and yellow as the sun slowly began to rise. At peace with her surroundings, Madelyn allowed herself to fall asleep, knowing sheâd be well watched over.
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19, 20, and 21 for Clare? Please and thank you. ^-^
TY for asking about Clare! Answering these really got me thinking and developing her more~
19. What does their apartment look like?
Vintage! Clare has a love for antiques and vintage items, so she's got a lot that makes her apartment look a bit like it's out of time.
20. What is their personality?
Here's the scoop: I have A Type and it's soft, sweet balls of sunshine who ALSO have spines of steel and take zero bullshit. Clare definitely falls into that camp - she has so much heart and is often the person to offer her shoulder if they're going through a rough patch, but she's also not going to be a doormat. She's the person to try and see the good, but won't go out of her way to find it if they take a turn at being cruel around her.
21. Their favourite/comfort food?
Almost anything fried. If she's in a mood, she's going to want donuts (minis with cinnamon sugar are a favorite) for sweet or she'll go tracking down battered fish (with chips) to sit down with and enjoy. If she just wants a favorite treat, she's keen to track down healthier options that don't weigh her down too much; she's the person who indulges in an avocado toast at least once a week.
âI love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.â For Hannah and Raphael? (Can't imagine why, lol).
Thank you! OMG, this prompt just⌠went off on me. How dare. These were supposed to be quick prompts! *weeps* Anyway, have some post-Drops Raphael and Hannah having⌠a time. Raphael Trevelyan belongs to @out-of-the-embers
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The commotion in the kitchen reached Hannahâs ears in a vague sort of way that she was able to ignore at first. She figured their serving girl had returned from the town with her purchases and was making more fuss about it than usual. Then she heard a choked cry of pain and her whole body ran cold.
Raphael.
She would recognize her husbandâs voice anywhere so she was up and running before her mind could process what she had heard. The scene that greeted her chilled her even further: Raphael was sitting on one of the chairs surrounded by three of their stablehands - shirtless - his face screwed up with pain. There was extensive redness around his shoulder and streaks of grey that looked like rapidly forming bruises. She was at his side at once.
âWhat happened?â she asked in a voice that sounded shrill even to her own ears.
âDislocated shoulder, maâam,â one of the men supplied helpfully. âWe set it right already.â
âWhat?â she said and pinned him with a glare. What was his name again? George? âHow did that happen?â
âHannah, Iâm fine,â Raphael said from beside her and it only slightly alleviated her panic.
She rounded on him instead. âWhat happened?â she growled.
Raphael shrugged his uninjured shoulder, but the movement still sent ripples of pain through his body and he hissed.
âHe was trying to ride that new stallion we got last week and the horse threw him off against the railing,â the man supplied helpfully. âNothing too terribly scary, especially if Lady Rutherford uses her magic to speed up the healing.â
Hannah wasnât going to correct George on how much healing magic Lily actually knew, not when she felt dizzy from relief and roiling frustration; she reached for another chair, pulled it closer, and collapsed into it.
There were many words she wanted to say to Raphael, all of them crowding to the tip of her tongue, but she refused to say any of them while the others were still around. Instead, she watched as the men put Raphaelâs shirt back on, wrapped up his shoulder to immobilize it, and went back outside to finish their chores. Or perhaps they sensed that the upcoming conversation was not exactly for their ears.
Hannah didnât waste any time.
âWhat were you thinking,â she said the moment the last footsteps died away. âYou said it yourself: that stallion is too skittish to be ridden just yet. What possessed you to saddle him up?â
Raphael made a show of rolling his eyes, his jaw set at a defiant angle.
âI know what Iâm doing,â he said evenly. âHe was responding really well to my presence and I decided to take a risk. It didnât pay off so shit happened, end of story.â
Hannah wanted to scream.
âYou could have broken your neck!â she said, her voice rising momentarily. She needed to get a hold of herself. She took a few deep breaths and started again, this time sounding calmer. âRaphael, you donât have to take these unnecessary risks. It would be really fucking stupid if you had survived Corypheus only to be killed by a bucking horse. And Iâm not ready to be a widow just yet!â
A note of understanding finally flickered in Raphaelâs eyes and his grumpy expression softened significantly. He reached out his uninjured hand to her.
âCome here,â he said.
Hannah considered grumbling some more, but decided against it. Instead, she moved her chair next to his and sat down, still trying to hold onto her pissy mood - and failing.
âMi alma,â Raphael started, took one of her hands and lifted it up to his lips for a short kiss. âI know what Iâm doing,â he repeated. âBut I also recognize this has upset you and for that, I am sorry.â His thumb was rubbing gentle circles against her knuckles, the gesture calming her better than any words ever could. âI promise Iâll be careful in the future, alright?â
She sighed. Deep down inside, she knew that Raphael would continue doing what he felt best, regardless of danger, and that it was who he was as a person. Hannah didnât want to continue fighting with him either, so she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
âI love you, you stubborn pain in the ass,â she said with rising humor.
A small smile appeared on Raphaelâs face.
âDoes that mean Iâm forgiven?â
Hannah schooled her expression.
âNot a chance,â she told him. âYouâre sleeping with the dogs tonight.â
Raphael looked at her skeptically and Hannah only lasted a few moments before she burst out laughing.
âOkay, fine, youâre forgiven,â she said and kissed him again. âBut only because youâre cute.â
Iâve missed so many tags over the last two months, I am determined not to miss this one! Thank you, @lechatrouge673â - youâre a star!
The challenge - to make my OCs in this piccrew. I went with the two currently occupying mind space. And I shall tag ... @sassylavellenâ, @out-of-the-embersâ, @puddle--wonderfulâ, @idrelle-miocovaniâ, @ladymdcâ, @thejeeperswifeâ, @ironbullsmissingeyeâ, and @kauriartâ! No pressure!
