Three of the four elements are represented in types of hockey; Air hockey (air), field hockey (earth), ice hockey (water). Fire hockey needs to be a thing.
fire hockey 100% does not need to be a thing
everything changed when the fire nation challenged us to a hockey game
Me: au where Michiru has a tumblr all about her marriage and wife and Haruka stumbles upon it and IMMEDIATELY PROUDLY REBLOGS EVERYTHING before Michiru can block her
Jet: Same AU: next battle Michiru just extends her arms before the enemy like “Please do me this kindness.”
Me: Usagi follows Haruka (because she follows everyone, and she is the most supportive tumblr follower–she leaves comments on all of Mako’s recipes, and all of Haruka’s car videos, and all of Rei’s angry Marxist feminist rants) and as soon as Haruka reblogs those, she IMMEDIATELY SMASHES THE REBLOG BUTTON and is like “SUGOI HEART EYES LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL COUPLE MICHIRU IS SO IN LOVE WITH HARUKA THEY ARE SUCH BEAUTIFUL GIRLS” and Michiru is just like “Come, sweet death”
Jet: And of course Usagi has thousands of active followers so the posts go viral within about ten minutes. Michiru’s activity is nothing but a flood of reminders of her most grievous error in judgement and how everyone knows, THEY KNOW, and literally all that’s left is to finally heed the call of the sea that has been singing her to her end.
I’m drunk so pls forgive types or lost trains of thought but YES also for purposes of this AU Chibs is powerless so if that’s a problem MOVE ALONG FRIEND.
Hotaru never gets up the nerve, but that’s fine because Chibs does. Chibs sends her a carnation for Valentine’s Day. It’s pink, because of course it is, because Chibs decided that it would be that way and when she sets her mind to an idea she’s pretty hard to stop.
Hotaru is so hesitant to move anywhere toward her, because what could she possibly have to offer, other than some math tutoring? But she offers it anyway, and Chibs refuses to be afraid of whatever it is Hotaru is (She thins it’s being gay but lol Hotaru has so much more intersting problems)
Hotaru is forced to transform in front of her when a threat appears in the gym one day. Hotaru fights alone, and she wins, and she turns away from CHibs immediately but Chibs refuses to let her and grabs her wrist.
Literally everyone is opposed to Chibs knowing so much about Senshi business and Hotaru gives literally no fucks.
Being powerless stops Chibs exactly none from being melded with Deathbaby. Michiru finds a deep respect for her refusal to be separated, come hell or high water.
She sleeps curled up next to Hotaru, and Hotaru can’t remember when the last time was that she knew someone loved her without any outside reason to do so.
centaurs would work if you replace the horse body with a giraffe, because it’d suit the anatomy of a centaur to live of fruits and leafs up in very tall trees.
Also they’d look hilarious when they have to drink water.
i was gonna be like i Need this and then i realized wait… i can draw…
Okay but YES PLEASE LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS ANGELIC TRASHBAG. You
know she showed up the day before the shoot and they gave everyone their outfits
for the “Can Usagi Be Saved From herself? Sweet Sailor Senshi Chocolate Praline
Teatime Extravaganza!” photoshoot and was handed a dress just like the other
girls, with a wide, fluffy skirt, and a huge bow.
“ahaha” she laughs, “No, see I’m HARUKA, I’m the tall butch
one not the tall femmey one.”
The guy looks down at his chart. “Yeah, Haruka Tenoh.”
She’s clutching the dress like it has personally wronged
her. “I don’t wear stuff like this.”
The guy says nothing, but looks over at a poster of the
Senshi in costume.
Haruka blushes so hard she practically glows. “That is
DIFFERENT, it is a MILITARY UNIFORM, and MICHIRU TOLD ME IT’S JUST LIKE ANCIENT
SPARTANS, SO SUPER MANLY AND SHOWS I HAVE NO FEAR.”
The guy clips his pen back to his board “ooookay.” And wanders
off.
Haruka frowns at the dress.
She goes home that night, Michiru trying to soothe her soul
but unable to figure out how to turn a Victorianate tea dress into something Haruka
can live with. “It’s to serve our princess, really, you know how Usagi cares
for these things, to say nothing of the free chocolate she’ll be getting.”
It’s the best she can come up with, as Haruka fiddles with
the dress on the couch.
It is not until much later in the evening, when Haruka is
flipping through one of Michiru’s Oscar Wilde plays—people think she’s too much
of a stupid jock to appreciate these things, but she is always reminded of Mina
whenever she reads about Algernon—and her face lights upon an illustration, and
she is seized with a sudden plan. Michiru can barely say so much as goodnight
as Haruka dashes up the stairs to her little hobby room, pulling the sewing
machine onto the desk and grabbing some drafting paper.
She’s not a magnificent sewer, but simple garment
construction and mending, a little light tailoring—having been thin, poor, and wanting
to wear ‘boys’ clothes’, though she no longer really thought of them that way,
as a teenager had supplied her with a basic skill. She gently seam rips the dress
apart, not wanting to ruin any of the fabric, or the large satin ribbon she
intends to use for an accent. She won’t disappoint anyone, she’ll match in her
own non-matching way, like she always does. The girls won’t care anyway. The
photographer might, but Haruka doesn’t care about that.
And, god love her, in the space of one night she finishes…whatever
this is. She puts on her tux pants and shirt, thinking it goes, kind of, and in
any case she doesn’t have time to make something that matches better. She puts
spats on her shoes. At least that matches the style, kind of.
She shows up and it’s horrifying, but, at least, Michiru
thinks, its Haruka brand horrifying.
“My love, why not wear your sleeve down, I think that might
look a bit more appropriate.”
Haruka look at her forearms. “I didn’t have enough fabric to
make the sleeves fit.”
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