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The Ghost of Flame (100 words).

Time marches on. Relentless. Inexorable. 

You would have countered this, offering notions of quantum circles and inter-dimensional coils and God knows what else. As you’d often intone to Usagi during study sessions, “science means questioning.”

Ami-chan, I have no questions. I have no need for science—for anyone—to tell me what I do or do not know.

Ice melts. Clouds fall to earth. Water cannot survive the vacuum of death. 

And yes, smoke will dissipate. But ash remains: preserved through burial and refined across eons. The ghost of flame, unkillable. 

Time marches on. In Serenity’s name, so shall I.

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Prompt: Rei Hino: “Like a Lion”

#same prompt party #march prompt #rei hino #like a lion #drabble #fanfiction #prose #sailor moon #100 words #working title #the ghost of flame #same prompt party 2021 #i nearly titled this one time's arrow #after the bojack horseman episode which loosely inspired this scene #but in the end i thought it entirely too on-the-nose for our beloved flame sniper

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this is RIDICULOUSLY sweet and hilarious, i legitimately cackled when i scrolled down to the second image. your style is so engaging and welcoming, and i love all the different textures and details you’ve worked in to this. stellar work! i'm so stoked to see more from you in future.

for @docholligay​‘s same prompt party, this month’s prompt was Ami: “Love and Other Four Letter Words”! I missed participating last month (and am cutting it pretty close this month D:) but I needed to show my girl some love!! I SURE DO WONDER WHO THOSE FLOWERS ARE FROM.

bonus Moment Of Realization, featuring one of the aforementioned other four letter words:

#reblog #wouldntyoulichentoknow #same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #fan art #sailor moon

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this story is loaded with beautiful lines and images, but my favourite excerpt would have to be: “For a moment the universe flew away, destiny and its iron wheel were silent. No powers called from dead kingdoms, no deaths in red snow and red starship. No pressures of things beyond.”

however! the moment when ami replies “nothing,” and means “everything” is an EXTREMELY close second! such a treat to read!

Thunder and Ice:

If Ami were asked to define the moment she’d understood she’d fallen for Kino Makoto, the towering and Jovian figure she loved as much as she did, it would have been a hard question to explain. For so long she’d been caught up in the dynamics of studying, of making herself push herself and her friends further. In books there was much wisdom and understanding, and simplicity. No gods and monsters, no towering giants of the Sun, nor golden queens with deadly blades.

No memories of two loves that were often hard to reconcile and which she dismissed, past a point. Yet into all their lives Kino had strode in boldly, striking from the front. The thunder and the storm were her sphere,  and oaks, too. She was Jupiter, she was Thor, she was…..

She nibbled on a piece of cake that Mako had made for her and for their anniversary, a flush coming to her cheeks as she looked at her thunder-goddess with a warm and even silly smile on her face for a moment. The memory of Mako’s strength when she’d told her “I love you” for the first time, on their sixth date, after a tenative kiss was what had brought it, the degree to which Mako had lifted her with a warmth in those eyes, and a light seeming to illuminate her eyes.

That was when she’d first said it, a sixth date, one that had followed after the Galaxia incident, their third after that.

A date where nothing extraordinary had happened which was in itself extraordinary. Two girls seeing a movie, hand in hand, her head on Mako’s shoulder, feeling Mako’s contentment to be with her. But it had been before that.

Sometimes she thought it had come as early as the Arctic snows, and the sense of loss at seeing Mako fall before her eyes, the rage that had led her to take her computer and smash it into the face of the demonic forces wielded by Beryl and Metallia. If not then, certainly by the time the Amazon Quartet, not yet the future Inner Senshi of Small Lady, had come into the picture.

She didn’t know, precisely, the moment, though she was sure Mako did.

More nibbles, a contented hum.

In the kitchen she heard Mako singing, an old Japanese song. It was one of the strangest things about the woman she loved. In battle a ferocious dynamo who rivaled Haruka for strength (and part of her that had a not so hidden rivalry-friendship with Michiru wanted to goad Haruka and Mako into another sparring match. That part of her brought another flush at the image and she shook her head). In the home life, a devoted cook who was if anything the image of traditional femininity where she, who was outwardly moreso, had the whip hand and she knew it.

She finished the cake with a contented hum and took her plate and fork in, her bare feet padding on the floor, knowing that the shorts and top she wore would catch Mako’s eye. And indeed it did, Mako trailing on a note and blushing so cutely.

Ami gave her a crooked grin, the result of easy familiarity and three long and beautiful years of the two becoming closer now, in college, where their gifts met more equally. Her in medicine, Mako in the culinary arts. She was not envious of Mako, she was grateful, proud. Her woman was a rising force to match her, and that was the way it should be. Equals.

She saw Mako’s flushed face and the way her eyes tracked her and she smiled with that same crooked grin, and walked straight up to the taller woman, putting down her plate and then decided to take it further and pulled Mako into a deep and tender kiss, the other woman easily letting herself yield, her hands sliding down to Ami’s waist.

For a moment the universe flew away, destiny and its iron wheel were silent. No powers called from dead kingdoms, no deaths in red snow and red starship. No pressures of things beyond. There was her and there was her Makoto. Lips meeting, souls singing in harmony.. The intellect of Mercury and the thunderstoms of Jupiter in as perfect a unity as the medical genius of Mizuno Ami and the culinary wizardry of Kino Makoto.

There was Mako’s hands around her waist, her hands around her neck, their lips meeting, and then she broke the kiss, both of them breathing a bit heavily.

“What was that for?” Mako’s eyebrow raised, and Ami grinned, more sweeltly this time.

“Nothing, I  love you.”

Mako’s warmth made her own heart, that which produced fog and ice, warm as the fires Rei conjured. There was nothing better than seeing the woman she loved content and content to be in her arms, and to hear those words.

“I love you too,” she whispered, old ghosts seemingly roused for a moment.

Understanding that Ami took her hand and kissed it gently, and placed it on her cheek. Reminding her beautiful cook that she would never be alone again. They were together, two souls linked by solitude and never quite fitting into a world that had not offered them a family outside the ties of the Senshi.

And in that togetherness, their old ghosts and isolation receded, in the warmth of hands on cheeks, and Mako letting herself cry for a moment, knowing that with her Ami she could be vulnerable, and that Ami would only  be there. For as much as they loved knowing and hearing those words, it was in the little things that love existed as much as in the bigger ones.

The moment passed and Ami rinsed off her plate and dishes and put them in the dishwasher and chose to help Mako cook, which consisted of getting ingredients and watching her woman work her magic. This was her world, and it was a good one.

#reblog #lightdancer1 #same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #fanfiction #sailor moon #mako x ami

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oh my goodness, how sweet is this story??? the opening paragraph sets up the tone and trajectory while establishing her character, and it does it all so efficiently and elegantly. and her flustered response to the valentine’s decorations and the emphasis of the green tea with soft pink roses is such a lovely makoto reveal. i’m really impressed!

also, i ADORE her linguistic precision and how it relates to her indecision (and am chagrined to admit i strongly relate). 

Four Letter Words

For @docholligay’s February Same Prompt Party. I haven’t written in at least a year and had to restart twice, but I finished something this time so I could participate! Submitting it now so I don’t forget. 

The prompt was: “Ami Mizuno: Love and Other Four Letter Words”

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the moment of equilibrium between gravity and buoyancy is where ami finds true peace. looking at this artwork, i begin to understand how that might feel. 

terrific work, as always! the bubbles, the lighting, the perspective, all delightful. 

“Dive” My piece for @docholligay’s February Same Prompt Party! The theme was Ami + Love and Other Four Letter Words. Love is not a person here so much as it’s a thing, a place, a feeling. I wanted to channel the quiet and the freedom of swimming and what a wonderful relief that would be to someone under SO much pressure all of the time. Not gonna lie, I’m real proud of this one! I had half a mind to do something abstract and blue for the background because Water Is Hard To Draw, No Seriously. But I wanted to give this a solid try before taking the easy route and I’m really glad I did. Those water shadows make me real happy :)

#reblog #same prompt party #elleskinner #february prompt #love and other four letter words #ami mizuno #fanart #sailor moon #swimming #dive

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oh my word, @incorrecttact coming in with non-stop laughs! there is a delightfully cartoonish quality to this story, and i wholly commend you for it! great character voices, and also some very choice verbs. i like to imagine this and @siderealmemory‘s illustration as complements to each other - the results are very complimentary indeed!

Sugar

February entry for @docholligay’s same prompt party. The prompt this time was Ami Mizuno, Love and other four-letter words. Well, I got the four-letter-word part. Platonic love? Sure. Platonic love.

“Sugar!” Ami watched another car bounce over German for Medical Practitioners, this time tearing the cover completely off, which none of the previous cars had managed to do. Now it was being bumped precariously close to the curb drainage inlet, aaaaand “Drat!”  She was ready to scream. All of her notes, quite literally, down the drain! “Sugar, sugar, sugar!”

Ami immediately recognized the giggles from behind her and turned slowly, all frustration forgotten in favor of embarrassment, to face Minako. “Sugar? Ami, honey, really? That’s the best you can do?” Mina’s eyes flicked to the intersection, and Ami found her hand in an insistent grasp, as she was tugged across the momentarily still street to the offending depression in the pavement. Minako’s body was splayed on the sidewalk, her head and arm straining into the muddy darkness. “It’s too bad none of us have stretchy powers, right? Those would really come in handy about now. My theory is – uff! – Haruka actually does – rrrrgg! – but she’s not sharing – almost! – unless it’s to give Michiru a – YES!!!” Minako, slightly damper, redder, and rougher for the wear, straightened; German for Medical Practitioners, sans cover, held aloft in triumph. “How much do you love me?”

Ami bowed and reached for the book. “So much, Mina! You’re the best!” The book remained out of reach. “And… the most beautiful?” Still too far. “I love you the most of everybody?” Nope. “You… have the most talent of all of us?” Ami stopped reaching. “Please?”

Minako’s grin widened. “I do appreciate the love, Pal o’ Mine, and because I love you, too, we have a language lesson of our own first. Now. What does one say when one’s very precious textbook, with which one is studying very specialized, technical language for one’s future fellowship in a foreign country, gets mauled by numerous cars and dropped down the storm drain?” Each clause was punctuated by a didactic lift of Mina’s eyebrows.

“Mina —“

“Answer the question, young lady. What was your expletive of choice in this moment?”

“sugar.”

“Yes. SUGAR. That is the thing Usagi has eaten so much of she probably has organs entirely composed of it. It is NOT a cuss word. Ami, you are not getting this back until we have expanded your vocabulary.” A twitch of the book as Ami attempted to go for the sneak attack. “Uh-uh, sister, I am your general, and that is insubordination.” Mina put the book behind her back and used the other hand to wiggle her finger at Ami before bopping her on the top of the head. “But, we can begin today with one word.” Mina straightened to her full height and assumed a professorial air. “The proper word, when one’s very important text book has had such a mishap as yours, is shit. Not sugar. Shit. Say it with me: Shiiiiiiiiiiit.”

Ami blushed and sighed. There was no getting out of this. Mina was intractable. Honey badgers came to Mina to learn persistence. Ami shook herself, took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, and pushed it all out in a rush: “Shit.”

“Excellent, Grasshopper! Here, take the book from my hand!” Minako’s hug and kiss on the cheek were over before Ami could register what was happening, the book was back in her hand, and Minako was blowing kisses to her from half a block away. “See you at Crown later! Be prepared to take notes! Toodles!”

Ami had attempted to feign unavailability, and then sickness, and then non-existence, but the texts from her friends had become increasingly worried and insistent, and she had finally given up and joined the group at Crown. Usagi, all worry forgotten, had bounced out of her seat next to Mako, whirled Ami into her previous spot mid-hug, and then sat down next to her, and Ami was trapped. Mako plunked a thermos of soup in front her, touched a wrist to her forehead, leaned back, and congratulated her on a quick recovery. Rei and Minako were too busy with whatever they were writing together on a notepad to do more than glance up and giggle.

“Ladies!” Mina announced as Unazuki, winking at Rei, placed something fizzy and green with ice cream and at least five umbrellas in front of her. “Today we have important business.” Mina took a pull on her straw, grimaced, whispered “Bloody hell, what is that cunt thinking?” and passed the drink to Rei. “One of our number is in need of help, and what kind of friends would we be if we left her desolate?” Rei rolled her eyes, shook her head, sipped the green monstrosity, muttered “sweet merciful fuck,” and blankly pushed it down to Makoto. “Today’s lesson is in swearing, girls.”

“Can I say it? Can I say it? Is it time?” Usagi was bouncing again, rapt and eager.

Minako’s gracious wave rivalled Michiru. “Speak, my child.”

“COCK!!!!!” screamed Usagi, delighted. Several patrons of the cafe stood, startled, and there was the sound of breaking crockery from the kitchen.

“Nicely done, Usagi, very good, please sit the fuck down.” Makoto patted Usagi’s hand gently, took a sip of the drink, and gasped. “Holy shit! What in the name of Queen Serenity’s hairy ass crack is THAT?”

“An object lesson, apparently,” replied Rei. “Setsuna’s favorite. That woman’s sweet tooth is bigger than America’s hard-on for capitalism.” Minako cleared her throat. “What? I thought it was good. Hard-on is definitely a rude word.” 

Minako’s smile was beatific. “Not a swear, but close enough.” Ami suddenly understood how a field mouse feels watching a blacksnake rise from the grass before it as Minako’s gaze held hers, hand smoothly sliding the unspeakable beverage from Mako until the straw bumped Ami’s chin. “Now. Your turn. Drink. Describe. And you will keep drinking until I am satisfied that you are not going to embarrass me on the battlefield with your weak-ass minced oaths.” 

Ami felt intense jealousy of that field mouse. Deep breath. She could do this. She had known something like this was coming. And as with all things, Ami had done her homework. She had studied. She was prepared. She raised her eyes to Minako’s, imagined that Jadeite and Michiru had both just challenged her to a swim race while bullying toddlers, and intoned, “Sod off, bitch. Eat my flat ass, you entitled, arrogant, fucking fart of a hedgehog’s cunt.” Well, it was much shorter than what she had practiced, but it would have to do. Ami held her breath. Keep eye contact. Don’t sit. Blink. Don’t blink. Ack, breathe!

Unazuki’s ponytail whipped around and her tray tipped over, the sounds of shattering glass mingling with Minako’s laughter. “Ami! Oh! You– Ha! Whe-! Wha–?! Ha! Oh my!” The laughter devolved into sputtering coughs, but Minako had enough presence of mind to stop Rei’s hand as it reached across the table for the only drink on the table. “Whoo! No, thank you, that’s definitely not what I need. Unazuki! Could we get some water? And soap! I need to wash Ami’s mouth out!”

Usagi whisked the drink into an embrace and chugged, bypassing the straw completely. “I don’t know what you all are complaining about, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted! It’s definitely not a four letter word in liquid form, Minako, that’s just silly. What’s it called, Unazuki?”

Unazuki set the last glass of water on the table and straightened. “Love and Sugar, but we usually just call it ‘Sugar.’ Why?”

Rei patted Minako’s back until she could breathe again. “Well, Ami, I guess you were right in the first place. If that thing is called “Sugar,” then sugar is an acceptable cuss word after all!”

#reblog #incorrecttact #sugar #same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #fanfiction #sailor moon #oh ho ho ho

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this is unbearably charming??? what terrific faces and body language, and your colour sense is ACES. great take on the prompt as well!

For @docholligay‘s same prompt party

#reblog #same prompt party #siderealmemory #fan art #sailor moon #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #minako aino #crown #february prompt #also their noses! #adorable!

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this is such a cute story! i love how ami’s all “usagi, anecdotes are not data! but observation, on the other hand...” adorably in character!

The Zest of Love

Summary:

According to Usagi, love had a taste.

Notes:

This was written for @docholligay’s same prompt party. The prompt was Ami Mizuno:“ Love and Other Four Letter Words”

Ami/Taiki and some minor Usagi/Seiya 

~1000 words

(God, writing for Ami is so hard. So so hard.)

The Zest of Love:

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this is so wonderfully executed: the logical template of a neatly-penned pros and cons list containing and contrasting the tempest of uncertainty and emotion surrounding her decision. it’s also interesting to see how the girls (and luna!) are listed as themselves as opposed to their senshi forms; how a possible duty to her teammates is held separate from her love for her friends. gives me a lot to think about, and i thank you for it!

(also dying over the rich wood tones, super well-done)

The acceptance letter stared at her accusingly from the surface of her desk, the solid wooden desk gifted to her by her father.  The deadline is rushing up on her, and her mother is waiting for her decision.  Of course she had won the full scholarship, all expenses paid.  Why not accept it a year early and head off to Germany?

The prompt was “Love and other 4 letter words” so I went with Love vs. Duty.  Ami did as her mother urged and applied early for medical school.  She was accepted, of course, so now she has a decision to make.

Art notes: I did at least 5 washes of watercolor to get that rich, wooden brown color of the desktop.  And I pulled out my gold shimmery watercolor again for Ami’s henshin pen.  (I love the fact that in the manga, you can actually write with these early versions of the pens.)  My edges for the two pieces of paper aren’t perfect, but I actually like how it turned out.  It makes it look like Ami has carried them around, worried the pages a bit in her pocket, brought it out at night to stare at it and worry… so I’ll take the end result happily.

(Also - I intend to respond to the notes on my previous same prompt party post - I was blown away with your responses!)

#reblog #amberlilly #same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #art #fanart #sailor moon #watercolour

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fucking hell!!! a substantive comment is beyond me; just, please continue this series for as long as you are able, i beg!

Same Prompt Party- Ami

CUTTING A DEADLINE THIS CLOSE SURE REMINDS ME OF COLLEGE. I almost didn’t get this done, but, tadah! For “Love and Other Four Letter Words,” here’s Love/Duty/Hers, ~1900 words, taking place after last month’s entry. (I’m not committing to setting all my prompt party fics in the same universe but I have the loose idea of doing so.)

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There was something to be said for how Usagi had taken the shattered remains of her expectations and carried on. As the weather began to warm, she seemed, if not entirely back to her upbeat self, at least measurably brighter and optimistic.

“I really can come with you,” she said now as Ami strapped Chibiusa into her stroller. “It would be fun!”

Ami smiled. “We’re trying to give you breaks, you can’t always come along. And I don’t think this museum is going to interest you.”

“It might,” Usagi said, clearly knowing full well that it wouldn’t. 

“Usagi, get some rest.” Ami wheeled Chibiusa towards the door. “Oh, and Mako said she might bring something by for you later, from the bakery.”

Usagi squealed, appeased into letting Ami leave for the moment. It was as simple as that to cure her loneliness, most of the time. She’d built her life on love and fate, and when that foundation shattered she was still standing. Ami couldn’t fathom it. The loss –completion, she reminded herself– of her duty as a senshi had left her feeling unmoored, and she had the rest of her life plan left intact. 

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#oh but your diction is ACES #i cannot wait for march! #reblog #sittingoverheredreaming #fanfiction #same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #chibiusa #alternate timeline #michiru kaioh #sailor moon #this blend of sacrifice and hope #i am overcome

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what a delightful and creative execution of the prompt! the layers are bursting with cute character references, and it all looks super tasty. also, A+ framing in these photos! the book and glasses made me smile so much. now, off to a quick snack break!

Food is a Four Letter Word

My submission for @docholligay​‘s same prompt party!  February’s subject was Ami and the theme was “Love and other Four Letter Words”.  I was going to write something short and sweet about Ami eating bento made by her wife Makoto but couldn’t write anything (thanks pandemic).  Then it occurred to me that even if I didn’t have the capacity to write anything I could make something approximating the bento Makoto would make for Ami.  

Food is my love language and I think the same is true for Makoto.  Food is also a four letter word, so it suits the prompt as well.  I made the ideal bento for my girl (thanks @elleskinner​ for taking one for the team and eating this bento made with love) and tried to include some Ami flair to fit her.  So, without further ado!

Ami’s Lunchtime Bento

Top Layer: 

Sandwich Sushi (because sandwiches) 

Blueberries (because blue!)

Bottom Layer: 

Spicy Miso Asparagus

Grain Salad

Hard Boiled Egg (it’s a bear!! because we had a mold lol)

Hot Dog Octopus (because my girl confessed she’d never had them and always dreamed she could and how can I resist that?)

Apple Rabbits because LOOK AT THEM

There was an incident making that egg, see below the cut for the stupidest looking eggs you��ve ever seen in your life and live with the knowledge that the backside of that bear egg looks like this.  

It was also a really nice chance to get out the nice camera and use photography to participate in the Same Prompt Party!

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a fabulous turnout for the second instalment of the series! now, to plunge in. how exciting!

SORRY AMI I JUST HAD A BABY--Same Prompt Party Roundup!

I didn’t forget about you all I promise! Here is the late in coming roundup of your fantastic work for February’s Same Prompt Party with Ami Mizuno: Love and other Four Letter Words. 

Remember to give each other comments and reblogs and uplift the kind of stuff you want to see in fandom! Creativity is what keeps fandoms alive! 

Fic: 

Love/Duty/Hers by @sittingoverheredreaming – GOD, I didn’t know I wanted this kind of thing between Michiru and Ami, but I really really did. I also love your idea of setting all your prompt fics in the same universe! 

The Favourite by @same-prompt-party-burner-xo— I love these little mouthlets of fic you keep giving us, these little ideas like bon bons, and GOD knows I love Naru. 

The Zest of Love by @i-needa-nap-please – Please know I know that “oh my god AMi is so hard to write’ feel but I think you succeeded here! I love that passage about the zest and how it changed things. 

Sugar by @incorrecttact – This one made me laugh so hard, the entire construct of the language lesson is perfect and hilarious and it’s one of those things where you see the punchline coming but it matters NOT AT ALL. Delightful. 

Four Letter Words by @jay-lea– I love a good first person fic and I find they are so much more difficult than 3rd person. Standout line: That bit about ENOJYING or PREFERRING something, I love playing with exactitude of meaning like that. 

Thunder and Ice by @lightdancer1 — This is an extremely sweet Mako/AMi joint, and I love the idea of barely being able to pinpoint the moment, because isn’t that so true, with our loves? 

Love and Other Four Letter Words by me –I actually forgot I wrote this y’all, how hilarious is that? 

Art: 

Love vs Duty by @amberlilly— I lvoe the way you’re taking these prompts and getting into your watercolor, and I LOVE the treatment on the pen. 

Love and Other Four Letter Words by @siderealmemory –I adore your style here, though I can’t put my fnger on what it REMINDS me of, but Ami’s sideeye is glorious and to be cherished always. 

Dive by @elleskinner – You mention in your blurb that you’re really proud of the water background and you SHOULD BE. It ended up looking so real! Great use of the prompt. 

Love and Other Four Letter Words by @wouldntyoulichentoknow –I was wondering if it being Ami’s round wouldn’t make it too tempting and you’d have to play, and you DID not disappoint. The bonus comic cracked me up, not going to lie. 

Other: 

Food is a Four Letter Word by @amrynth – I would never have thought to do a bento to represent the idea of all this, but it was really clever! Also, it looks delicious and makes me hungry, and now I will never try that food coloring thing because you have taken the fall for all of us. 

#same prompt party #february prompt #ami mizuno #love and other four letter words #roundup #reblog #gif #crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #rachel bloom #the math of love triangles #fanart #fanfic #writing #sailor moon

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oh, fuck right OFF, this shit is PEERLESS, and it MAKES ME WANT TO FIGHT

ahem.

i’m just bowled over by your application of the theme. it’s the perfect blend of literal and figurative; and saturated with love (to say nothing of encroaching doom). you bring out the best of usagi - her kindness, her effort, her tenacity - making her so real i could almost hug her (the dream!). what an exquisite conception of hope in the face of certain devastation. i’ve read it seven times already; i cannot get enough. 

Same Prompt Party--Usagi

A shortie–Usagi’s not my best character for sure. 600 odd words, and thank you to everyone who’s playing! I can’t wait to read them and get them posted Sunday or MOnday! 

Ami often said that a new year was only a date on the calendar, and that nothing really changed on that unless a person made it happen. There was no magic, there was nothing that said the change could not be affected or felt on any other day of the year just as well. 

She was so smart that Usagi didn’t question her logic, but there was a part of her utterly unsure if what Ami said was completely true. There had always been a part of Usagi that had seen the new year as a chance to begin again, where everything seemed possible and nothing was decided. It was special, even if one day rolled into the next. It was magic. 

Usagi chose to live life as a firework herself, bright and loud and dauntless (and, Rei would have said, done working after a few seconds) and was with this attitude that she applied herself to the task of the new year. She would join up with her friends later, a little picnic under the fireworks bright and bold, Mako having made an impressive spread for everyone, Michiru having brought some champagne that she thought of us barely worth notice and was nicer than anything any of them had ever drank. Mina and Rei would bicker, but Usagi would smile when she saw the way Rei looked at Mina. She thought no one noticed, but it was silly of Rei to think that she couldn’t tell when her best friend was in love. Or, at least, as much in love as Rei ever let herself get. 

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The Favourite (100 words).

                                            after Alexis Rose and Yorgos Lanthimos.

“So I’m either so pathetic you can ply me with pastry, or I’m a pig?!”

“I--I only meant--”

Usagi swooped in, snatching the éclair. “🎶The biggest one for me, oink-oink! The Piggy-Usagi! 🎶”An exaggerated chomp flooded her nostrils with cream.

“Oink-oink!” Naru crowed, as Ami stifled a giggle.

“Tsukino-san...your methods are creative, but...questionable...”

Naru and Usagi dissolved into sticky guffaws. Laughing openly, Ami dampened a cloth before offering Naru the second-to-last anpan. “They’re the same, I promise.”

Naru grinned and accepted, squeezing Ami’s hand. “You’re bad, ‘Miss Mizuno.’”

Ami smiled back, eyes glittering. Osaka-san...Go fuck yourself.

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Prompt: Ami Mizuno: “Love and Other Four-Letter Words.”

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oh damn, what vibrant skill! i feel like i am learning perspective the longer i look at this drawing?? truly, if someone were to tell me this was a piece of storyboard/genga from the classic anime, i would initially be like “oh yeah, no, totally.”

January prompt by @keyofjetwolf. Usagi Tsukino's New Year Fireworks!

So I drew Usagi visiting the Hikawa Shrine in her fancy kimono and basking in the beauty of the fireworks exploding above Tokyo.

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“Volcanic Neptune”!!! what a surprising yet irresistible description, i love it! you’ve done such a good job balancing the horror of the past with the hope for the future. that works so well with the prompt!

By the Rocket’s Red Glare:

It was dark, tonight, on a night where nine women and one man sat together, watching and waiting. An arc of fire shot up and with a tremendous crack! light flashed in a shower of red and green sparkles, illuminating the faces of the others. One looked around, seeing with eyes that saw more keenly than most appreciated.

At the furthest edge was a woman with short-cropped light blue hair, her hand intertwined with one tall where she was small, a woman of great height and size. By her hand the thunder sounded, and she had seen her fighting with beauty. In her eyes, as with the small blue-haired woman’s there was peace, contentment, love.

Their hands moved quietly together, as her gaze went next to the Miko that sat in a pair of shorts and suspenders, her hands folded together quietly. Her eyes were warm and welcoming, and there was peace. No hidden sorrows now. Usagi flinched as the next firework went off, in a flash of gold with small streaks of red. It reminded her of her least favorite colors and their combination and among the ten, it was a group of four to the right who all flinched in different ways. One whose hair was gold but cropped as short as Ami’s felt the warmth of tears trickling down her face, her nervous vibrations more powerful. None were unaffected, by the memories or the way the firework crackled with a terrible chuckle of grim mirth to match that which had stood before them on a red throne lit like the fires of Hell.

To her left her eyes flickered, to her Mamo-chan. She let herself smile softly. She loved him, she truly did, even if he was often weak against the nature of the Great Enemy. Once he had been harsh to her, now the inner Mamo-chan, the warm and loving man who was blessed forth at warmth with the Golden Crystal looked at the fireworks with a look of love and contentment, as his eyes met hers and he took her hand and he kissed it gently, and her smile was warm and melting.

To the right her eyes flickered, and there were her Outer Senshi. Stoic Pluto, eyes of red illuminated in the neon-blue and silver-green flashes of the next firework burst, her mask an invisible one deeply hidden. Volcanic Neptune, whose depths concealed much impenetrable to her. Of all her Senshi the most distant, for they were least alike. Neptune still thought little of her after all this time, and yet she knew of no means to heal this.

There were three others, a young teenager sitting proudly independently and yet somewhat close to a tall and gangly butch woman with hair of shining gold, her eyes still moist with tears, trembles there. The oceanic majesty of Kaioh Michiru looked at her with a quiet wariness and her hand slipped to her right shoulder.

To her left there was Mina, her beloved general, who fought so hard and sold so much of her soul to the same terrible dream that consumed her, who quietly punched the butch on the shoulder, and as she looked over, she leaned in and whispered in her ear and she couldn’t hear Haruka’s laughter or the words said over the next set of flashes, ones that erupted in flashes counting downward.

So many times she had never expected to have another, or worse she had expected to be the only one who would know it. A prisoner of the gilded cage of dead dreams of a dead empire, a songbird in a beautiful cage chirping in perpetuity. The fireworks erupted in that pattern counting down, her voice counting quietly, the words mouthed, her hand intertwining with Mamoru’s

So many times where there was fear. In the Arctic where her friends…..no, a family. Not of blood but of choice, a thing the dead Queen would not have wished but it was *hers* won in sorrow and great beauty, slept on the red snow. In the eyes of Master Pharaoh 90 when he had fallen from Heaven like a great and terrible demonic force. Before a throneroom red as Hellfire with a Golden Queen whose hair and body were armor, lost to the demented fever-dreams of the force she had sought to master and which had mastered her in turn and played her like a fiddle.

So many times she had shed others’ blood for sacrifices that had brought them here. Now here she was, the year passing, the Sun no longer Metallia’s throneroom and passing around the year.

One flash now, a superlative thing of noise and fire and thunder, and with the rest of the Senshi she shouted, with more joy (and if there was a quiet strain in that joy only she could fully perceive it, or so she hoped):

“Happy New Year!”

A thing she had never expected to have, and with those who knew most how fragile and how beautiful it was. Her smile was warm, for each of them had that most fragile of all things. Life. And for all but her, the knowledge that the eternal would not be truly so.

The shadows of Cosmos, of the tall and stoic being with her own staff so akin to Setsuna’s, grew behind her eyes. None but her saw the single tear that streaked down her face, and she was relieved when the next set of fireworks held her Senshi and her fiance’s vision spellbound as she wiped her eye clear.

It was a new year, and such moments were to be times of joy, and so it would be.

#lightdancer1 #same prompt party #january prompt #sailor moon #fanfiction #usagi tsukino #new year's fireworks #reblog

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what nice colours (to say nothing of the light and shadow)! this is so pretty and mysterious; i’d love to know to whom she is turning and what they are going to say to each other!

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