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She wasn’t supposed to go. It had almost been a joke, between the two of them, a promise of sorts. The first to wake and the last to fall, except, she wasn’t supposed to have ever fallen thanks to some batshit old lady with a curse. They’d just been laughing together over cheap beer and ramen, reminiscing over the battles and picking each other’s strategies apart. Who goes where, when to bounce off of each other in that perfect ballet of having fought too many battles for too long as a team. Where they were going to celebrate afterwards.

She wasn’t supposed to go.

(influenced by this fucking amazing sketch by space)

sittingoverheredreaming:

Chapter four of BatB! I’ve been excited for this one, but then it proved hard to write. I hope you enjoy it! See the master post for previous parts.

“Hey, it’s Haruka… Tennoh. It’s Haruka Tennoh. You know. Leave a message.”

Minako grabbed a handful of her hair as it beeped. “Listen, you complete and utter fucktruck, stop making me worry, call me the fuck back and change your stupid voicemail.”

She chucked her phone onto the bed. Then, for good measure, she threw herself after it. Fear was not a feeling she liked much. At first, she’s figured Haruka had been seduced by some woman and had decided to stay a night, forgetting to charge her phone because she was too much of a lesbian to think of anything when a pretty woman got involved. But she would have called the next day, and come home, and it had been over forty eight hours since she should have been back and her phone went straight to voicemail every damn time she called.

Minako was afraid, the way mothers that weren’t either of theirs were always afraid. You might have been dead in a ditch!

She shook her head. She was Minako Aino, and Minako Aino did not sit around and worry. Minako Aino took action.

And every action started with the right outfit.

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azuresquirrel:

I was looking up all the candidates for the MA 2018 midterm election and saw that one of the ballot questions would be whether or not to uphold the bill that prohibits gender identity discrimination in public places, all because of one transphobic group claiming to be “keeping MA families safe.”

Folks, this is why you have to remember to get out and vote every year, not just the presidential ones.

Hi Cap! You won a quick ficlet! If I could have your prompt by tomorrow morning, I would be THANKFUL

docholligay:

captainofthekryptonspacemarines:

YESH!! OMG I AM SO HONORED! I’d like to request a ficlet of Michiru proposing to Haruka!

Here you go! Thanks for your help! 

Haruka moved in the world in a particular way, and that doomed her to certain responsibilities.

If she wanted to wear a man’s shirt, she had to accept a man’s chivalry, if she wanted to affect a man’s walk, she had to affect a man’s toughness, if she wanted to bring a girl flowers, she had to accept that flowers would never be brought to her. And mostly she lived with this tradeoff, and even delighted in the gallantry of her butchness, in opening doors and holding umbrellas, in the lovely small ways she could serve Michiru.

But sometimes, in the softer, smaller moments, when the petals fell from the cherry trees just right, or the moon hit the sea in that perfect sort of way, Haruka found herself wishing for the same soft things. Wishing she could accept them if she had them.

Michiru did try, bringing her flowers once at the garage, but Haruka had played it off as if she didn’t like them, embarrassed that she did in front of her friends. Michiru planned romantic candlelit dinners in private rooms and called her beautiful and read her poems while they laid on a blanket in vineyard, picnic spread out in front of them. Haruka loved her and felt loved by her.

But it would never be Haruka’s turn to really be the princess, for if Haruka had wanted to be the princess, she would have accepted the slipper.

If she wanted Michiru to marry her, and she wanted nothing more ardently than that, she would have to ask her.

These thoughts rolled through her head as she lay on the ground, staring up at the stars. The stars that had brought them together, the ones that threatened to tear them apart. But she was not thinking of any of that, only looking at the tiny sparkles in the sky, like the diamond chips that were all Haruka would be able to afford on her own.

“Haruka,” Michiru stroked her hair. “would you like some wine?”

Haruka looked up at her and grinned, trying to wipe away the cloud of worry from her mind. There would be another day to think on this. “Sure.”

Michiru poured the dark into the clear crystal, the fineness of it obvious in the light of the soft lantern, glittering and heavy. She handed it to Haruka and pulled a china plate rimmed in gold from the picnic basket her family’s cook had made. Sometimes Michiru liked things to be just so, to be very fine, and tonight must have been one of those nights, Haruka thought–the blanket was woven cashmere, the wine was out of her parents’ private cellar, she had brought a small vase of orchids, there was a box of cake tied with gold ribbon from the finest bakery in Tokyo that awaited–but Haruka liked being with her in the quiet near the sea, fine things or no.

She did, however, not object to Michiru’s beauty in the moonlight, the soft teal curl of her hair tied up in a pink ribbon and cascading down her shoulder to a soft navy silk blouse. She was a desperately beautiful woman, and it seemed as if Haruka had forgotten that every time she looked at her, and learned it again for the first time, gasping quietly with the shock of it.

She gave Haruka the glass of wine. “You are my dearest love, Haruka. There has never been a single person in my life I have ever felt such affection, and desire, and care,and so many words that I am quite afraid we will discover why I am much more the visual artist.”

Michiru stopped and took a drink of her wine. She seemed nervous, in the small ways only Haruka could tell, and Haruka wondered what she had to say, her mind whirring with the dozen fears of what it could be.

“Are you,” Haruka looked into her wine. “Are you okay?”

“Oh,” Michiru laughed, “of course. It’s simply that–Haruka, you are a beautiful and magnificent creature, and I never believed I would meet a woman like you. I never knew there were women like you, in the world, if I am being quiet honest.” She looked into Haruka’s eyes. “I want to give you everything.”

She set down her wine, and reached into her purse, pulling out a small box.

Haruka felt a blush rise to her cheeks. Was this it? What she’d wanted, even as she sat in the barber’s chair, asking him to go shorter on the sides? The thing she felt she couldn’t ask for?

She should have known Michiru never needed to be asked anything. She just knew.

Michiru arranged herself on her knees. “You’ll pardon me, but I am wearing a skirt.” She took a breath. “Haruka, you are wonderful, and brave, and beautiful, and so terribly good. Usagi may well be Sailor Neptune’s princess, but you are mine, and I devote myself to you fully. You would do me a great honor, if you assented–”

Haruka felt, in this moment, that she might cry.

“Miss Haruka Tenno,” she cracked open the box to reveal a gold band. “Would you marry me?”

The four words Haruka only ever expected to hear off her own tongue twisted in the sea air, and she felt dam break inside her, tears streaming down her face as she sniffled.

“If you find it that appalling, you may certainly turn me aside.” But she smiled when she said it.

Haruka shook her head and laughed. “Michiru, I–this is really great–I’d love to marry you, of course-I–”

Michiru leaned forward off her knees and hugged Haruka tightly. “I wanted to do it here, in case it embarrassed you.”

Haruka sniffled against her shoulder. “I love you so much, Michi.”

Michiru kissed her temple softly and pulled away, smiling brightly, with all her teeth, in the way she never did. “Now you may say there has been a Kaioh on her knees in front of you, and I trust you know how exceptionally rare that claim must be.”

“I can’t wait to marry you, Michiru.” She slipped the ring on her finger. A perfect fit.

“I had the kitchen make all your favorite things.” she unpacked them happily onto the blanket.

Haruka opened the white box with the elegant script and gold ribbon. “Oh my god, it’s chocolate raspberry.” She looked over at Michiru. “I am the luckiest woman alive. And champagne! Why didn’t you pour that?”

Michiru giggled, younger and lighter on her feet than Haruka had ever seen her. ‘Why, you think you would have gotten either the cake or champagne if you had been so gauche as to say no?”

Haruka kissed her, tasting the wine between them, sweet and dark and intoxicating. The powerless stars glittered on above, and whatever stories they foretold, the lovers could not hear them, wrapped in writing their own ending.

Sailor Moon AU set in the Elder Scrolls universe? Somehow?

paksenarrion-reader:

oh my god Rhio

 

1. We need to add a passage to The Book of Daedra. Immediately.

2. Sanguine, whose sphere is hedonistic revelry and debauchery, and passionate indulgences of darker natures.
    Serenity, whose sphere is the upturning of loyalties, and who reshapes the already shaped to suit her own purposes.
    Sheogorath, whose sphere is Madness, and whose motives are unknowable.

3. If Azura could have decided the Dunmer are hers, then Queen
Serenity can easily decide that people who used to be someone else’s
are hers now.

4. The four Inners are now Daedric Champions
stolen from other Princes – Mars from Mehrunes Dagon, Mercury from
Hermaeus Mora, Jupiter from Malacath, Venus from Sanguine.

5. Mephala isn’t as “you want a mortal? I got twenty.” as Hermaeus Mora, as *shrug emoji* as Sanguine or Dagon, or as gullible as Malacath. Neptune’s soul is the subject of a long and fierce debate between these two Princes, and the outcome is uncertain to date. She seems to take advantage of that and carries on to her own liking.

6. Uranus is the idiot who made a pact with Clavicus Vile, probably something like “I want to be a hero” – “sure, I’ll send a plague of monsters that you’re not equipped to deal with against your region as an opportunity for you to be a hero, have fun with that lmao”. She’s highkey relieved when Serenity snatches possession of her soul instead. Can’t be worse than Vile, right? Right?

7. Pluto is an avatar of Akatosh on par with the giant golden dragon, but easier to move in among mortals when necessary, and shows up even less than in the Sailor Moon canon. Serenity boasts a claim to Pluto’s soul, to which literally all other Princes just roll their eyes.

8. Saturn is Umbra, you can’t change my mind. Lowkey public enemy of Serenity because maybe getting killed by Umbra is an extreme alternative, but an alternative nonetheless, to meeting your end of the bargain (with interest) you’ve struck with a Daedra Lord.

9. The Silver Millennium is now a Plane of Oblivion. Barren expanse of gray dust, broken pillars, ruined palace, architecture you won’t find in Nirn. No, not even in the Ayleid ruins. Masser and Secunda can continue to be the corpse of Lorkhan floating in the night sky.

10. see point 3 – if Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala can be considered the god-ancestors of the Dunmer, then Serenity can be considered the god-ancestor of the SM canon’s royal line.

11. Where Were You When The Dragon Broke The Princess Fell

12. Instead of the Emperor getting kidnapped by his top dog Battlemage, or the evil dragon god plopping out from the abyss to end the world, or the ~4k yo self-made false god spreading his insanity through volcanic fumes, the actual crisis is the Daedric Champions, each with double allegiances, tearing through the mainland in pursuit of the same goal and it is finding the Princess. The first one to achieve it gets their soul back.

13. “Let’s pair up to increase our odds at success.”
      “Who did you get snatched from again?”
      “Hermaeus Mora, why?”
      “YOU THINK I’M GONNA TRUST YOU.”
      “God, fine, suit yourself, I’ll be there next time you need someone to cast a spell for you, meathead.”

14. Jupiter still swings the Volendrung. Mars still stabs people with Mehrunes’ Razor. Mercury still can recite entire passages from the Oghma Infinitum. Venus still pretends the Staff of Sanguine is just an elaborate walking stick.

15. The Serenity cultists move to the top list of Personae Non Grata of the Emperor of Tamriel, because you can’t have anyone else on the continent claiming a royal title and divine ancestry, now can you.

16. The Player Character starts out as a prisoner on death row, convicted for associating with the Serenitists. The pre-prepared backstories to choose from during character creation are: actually following the Serenitists, stopping on your way to elsewhere because you want to see what the Serenitists are really about, arguing with the Serenitists, and waiting to assassinate one of the more important Serenitists. The open-ended backstory of the “enter your own, but we still have to base in-game dialogue on something” sort is you’ve been selling your wares or services to the Serenitists, and what those wares or services constituted is left to your own interpretation.

17. Then the execution is cancelled by the Inners choosing the same time and place to try and murder each other in an effort to reduce competition. Michiru is seen in the background, sitting like a lady somewhere she can get a good look and sipping wine. Haruka is also seen in the background, feebly trying to say “maybe if we did work together–” and getting a resounding, fourfold “YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH.” before the battle continues, scattering the Imperial Legion soldiers. The prisoners take the advantage and scram. Where will YOU go, Player Character?

18. The Player Character’s default look is a redhead girl with a teal bow in her hair, just so we can continue the tradition of Naru getting the short end of the stick in EVERY SAILOR MOON ADAPTATION, and break the tradition of Naru being irrelevant.

Hello! Ok so I totally went on a binge of buying nice button-down shirts and I ended up with a shirt that I thought was my size but, in fact, was not! It’s a really pretty kind of uh royal blue? It’s kind of like a medium-ish color but more on the bright side of blue. Going off the fact that it doesn’t fit either me or the other adults here, I’m erring on the side of caution and saying it’s a KID’S XXL NOT an Adult XXL. The neck size is 18. The shoulders were a little tight on my nephew but he is also on the tall and gangly side so someone with maybe a petite build could fit it ok, or take it in? I know it’s all wrinkly but it’s super clean I promise! I do live in a home that has cats so like there shouldn’t be hair on it but cat hair does get e v e r y w h e r e; if you’re allergic at all maybe skip this one? 

At any rate I can’t do anything with it other than donate it or idk sell it on ebay but I thought I’d throw it up here for y’all first! It’s totally free except like maybe shipping? I mean if someone really wants it and you’re super hard up for cash I’ll just ship it to you, no problem.