rewatching old sailor moon and thought of like… disgruntled tuxedo mask!corpse but with unrequited love because i’m a glutton for angst
wc: ~2.2k
warnings: death of a minor character, implicit knowledge of sailor moon lore, modern twist, unedited
please send in ideas you might have that i could write short blurbs for! this was honestly fun to write.
It’s a scratch he can’t itch. It’s what has him waking up in cold sweats, confused and moderately annoyed that his hard-earned sleep has been so rudely interrupted. He hates the cape, he hates the itchy suit, he abhors the top hat – and the only things he doesn’t really hate are his baton and endless supply of darkened roses.
The first time he transformed, he was half-asleep and struggling to understand why he was speeding down the highway and parking two blocks away from some random back alley. His pain was relatively dulled, which was surprising, and his body suddenly possessed a world of fighting skills that felt foreign yet familiar. All he could recognize was a slightly disheveled woman cursing and just trying her best against some odd form of demon spawn, and before he knew it, he’d thrown down a dark purple rose and engaged in combat. Once said woman found an opening, she took off her headband/tiara, performed a throw that would put professional frisbee players to shame, and the monster disintegrated into dust.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted, body hunched over and hands on his knees. “What the fuck was that?”
“More like who the fuck are you?”
“Fuck if I know,” he muttered and dusted himself off.
“What’s with your get-up anyways?” She failed to hide her snickering. “You’re 3 decades behind.”
“Do I look like I want to fight in a suit? Plus, you’re fighting in some rendition of a schoolgirl uniform.” Her black thigh-high boots were killer, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.
“You should’ve seen what it was before, but I was able to make some changes. Good heads-up for you and—”
“Sailor Moon, are you okay?!”
Oh. So she’s got a talking cat, too. What in fresh hell was going on? Did he take something? But also—“Your name is Sailor Moon?”
“We’re working on the name change,” she grumbled, bending down to let said feline jump up her arm and settle on her shoulder. “Anyways, uh…thanks. I was kind of in a bind, but I’m usually not I swear. Good timing, I guess?”
“If that’s what you wanna call it.” But she was already in the wind, hopping from roof to roof with no inhibitions, and left him completely dumbfounded.
His silly attire dissolved back into his previous clothing as he ambled back towards his car, thought not exactly at his own will. But he shrugged, slid into the car seat, and dialed the only person he could think of who would readily pick up at this ungodly hour of…2:37AM. That was just the start, and he can’t tell if things went downhill from there.
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He should backtrack.
He met you almost two years ago at a hospital.
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“I am not scared of ghosts” he said
I'm really upset about what is happening with karl but also what does karl have to do with pokimanes transphobic past and lil-nas racist past towards muslims. Karl only played with them, he wasn't the one who tweeted or posted on Instagram being transphobic or racist towards those in Muslim community, if you want an apology tweet at pokimane or lil-nas not karl he only played with them.
Sorry i can't post it on Twitter since my account is private and i hate Twitter
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
and!! here's the list of all the twitter @s of the people who condone the porn that was drawn, please report them
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Nicknames: Vlad, Val, or V just short versions of my name
Zodiac: Leo but secretly I'm a cancer
Height: 4'10 or 4'11 don't really know
Hogwart House: Slytherin
Last thing I googled: Dental dams ( I regret it)
Song stuck in my head: I'm living on such sweet nothing
Numbers of followers: ten or twenty
Amount of sleep: 10 hours or less
Dream job: Private chef
Wearing: oversized pink knitted sweater and basketball shorts
Favorite song: Cinnamon by JOME, Hardest Part by Kaptan, and Holy Holy by Owen Rabbit
Favorite instrument: Guitar
Lucky number: 8 its my month and I would always get seat number 8 in elementary
Aesthetic- grunge and Lolita but not Lolita
Favorite authors: a lot of fanfic writers who do gender neutral and Victoria Aveyard
Favorite animal sounds- Cats meowing and Puppies when they learn how to bark
Random: I'm pansexual
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Nickname: Monkey and various decimated versions of my actual name because people keep insisting on anglicizing it.
Zodiac: Pisces
Height: 155cm ish?
Hogwarts house: Slytherin or Gryffindor. (one of them)
Last thing I googled: Tacumbu Prison (don’t ask)
Song stuck in my head: One Direction: Right Now
Number of followers: 112
Amount of sleep: honestly an actual good amount of 7 hours because school and I need to be a functioning human being if I wanna pass
Lucky number: 666 because I like it, no other reason
Dream job: Veterinarian
Wearing: Pajamas
Favorite song: Can’t choose bruh
Favorite instrument: I mean I play a lot but my favorite is the guitar
Aesthetic: Fueled by lost hopes in my education and coffee
Favorite author: Khaled Hosseini and Elif Shafak
Favorite: animal noise: Snakes hissing
Random: I really need a harmonica or a dagger, preferably the latter
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