Long after the war with Galaxia is over, Seiya learns the story of the Moon Kingdom, and the soldiers resurrected to avenge its fall. She learns of the princess, the girl she loves, who stood in the snow and struck down that which destroyed her former home.
And it haunts her.
Her home was destroyed. She faced Galaxia and did nothing.
The thing about vengeance is it requires hope. It requires belief that you can right the wrong, or kill the wrong, or even just make yourself feel better for a moment. Seiya never believed any of that for a second.
She believed she would die, if she faced Galaxia. In the end, she was prepared to. But she never tried for more than that. She watched as others died, as others made wild, long-shot attempts to defeat her.
Sometimes, she hates Haruka all the more for her stupid, suicidal gamble.
She hates that she wasn’t the one to try it.
She hates that when the moment came, she did not take up the sword, she did not dive in for the kill.
Seiya stays awake at night, knowing that she gave up. She can no longer call herself Fighter.
I was commissioned to do a version of the cover of Tamora Pierce’s Shatterglass that gave Tris a more accurate body type. It was neat working on it and sort of making it my own. Also I got to draw a tiny glass dragon.
When Haruka’s truck breaks down in the middle of nowhere, she comes upon a mansion and intends to ask for help. What she finds inside is something she could never expect. Final word count: ~23K
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If you’re butch, your body is butch. Your boobs are butch, your hips are butch, your narrow shoulders or short stature are butch. Butchness does not have to be about passing as a man or achieving that lanky teen boy androgyny that’s pushed on us. Just being as we are is butch. It’s about us making and taking our space in the world, not fitting into a narrow standard of masculinity.
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