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I finally have Internet I’m so happy I’m going to cry T3T.

So, basically, about 2-3 weeks ago there was this crazy scary storm and a thunder made the ‘Internet thing’ in my neighborhood die (THANKS SAILOR JUPITER!). It took the Internet company about a week to fix that, but the problem was that my modem (as well as other electronic things in my house) died, and the company took a really long time to send us a new one. Finally the new one arrived yesterday but I didn’t have time to install it until now. In the meantime, I don’t have a phone where I can use tumblr and because of my computer’s battery I couldn’t take it to some public place to use their wifi. But anyways, I’m back.

I know I owe a lot, as JunJun, Motoki, Beryl, Calaveras and Leto. Also SMRP thread, which are going to be my priority but please give me a couple of days to work on everything and catch up because it is a lot. If you want to link me to our thread please do so, it’ll be easier for me to get to them sooner. I would also like to know what’s been happening with the others characters but I don’t think I have enough time to read 2-3 weeks worth of threads. Can someone briefly tell me what’s been going on?

And lastly, my skype still isn’t working, I’m gonna try to fix it this weekend but I can’t promise anything. Basically, I had an old version that stopped working but the new version won’t work on my computer, I’ll see what I can do.

I really missed you all and I missed rp’ing and thank you for being so patient with me.

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Guuuys, my skype is still not working. I have no idea what it is and I tried a bunch of different things! So if you wanna contact or something, I’m mostly on this blog or on JunJun's. I'm still gonna try to make skype work because this is really annoying me.


"Got to be prepared with active kids. You’re shopping smart, so there shouldn’t be a thing to worry about."

As long as the other woman was fine carrying the weight, Ikuko would question it any further. Merely nodding back with a smile and pressing on with their next topic in conversation. Some indescribable joy would blanket the heart of parents everywhere when talking about their prides and joys. She started with the girl previously mentioned.

"Yes, two, though one isn’t actually mine. She’s still family~ She’s 14 and the boy, my son, is 17 now. And, thank you~"

In regards to the pen. And, with it now placed carefully in her basket, Ikuko’s hand was free to chest the listed she’d scrawled out. There wasn’t any item left now, really. Anything more would be excess or a gift.

But, then Chibi Usa’s name came up again. The sweet, little nickname given to Ikuko’s future granddaughter. Though, she remained completely unaware of this fact still. 

"Ah, she’s not my daughter. My niece, actually~ Some time ago when she was living with me, my son and I took to calling her Chibi Usa since her and my daughter have the same name. My actual daughter, Usagi, is all grown up now so I can’t buy her cute school supplies anymore, so I’m here getting cute thing for Chibi Usa instead~"

”That what I’d like to think, but it seems like the girls are just full of surprises.” She teased with a smile as she looked around to see if she was missing any supply, but she had gotten everything. The girls had already picked their backpacks some days ago.

”Oh- just like my girls, they are between 14 and 18.” Beryl commented but keeping her smile because difficult as she kept hearing the woman talk, because… it had to be some kind of joke, right?

Again, Beryl cursed to herself that she hadn’t moved out of this city months ago because it always felt like her past needed up catching up with her. No matter where she went or what she did, someone or something related to her past showed up. And what were the chances of actually meeting the mother of her… former enemy? That information could have been so valuable when she was fighting the senshi and the princess, but now Beryl wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

Some part of her started feeling sick and she just wanted to walk away from there and pretend that had never happened. But her feet did not move, she just stood there smiling at this nice woman who kept talking about her family. Why stay there, what was the point? Curiosity perhaps. And the fact that, in someways, her life and this woman’s were linked. By Chibiusa, by Usagi, by everyone in the city, by her past.

Which suddenly made her wonder, how much did this sweet and innocent mother actually know? Did she know who her daughter really was? Why Chibiusa was living with her and not with her real family? And could she possibly know who Beryl was and the connection she had with her family?

The shopping basket suddenly felt extremely heavy and her legs felt weak. Beryl took a deep breath and placed the basket on the floor for some minutes, so her arm could rest and so she could clear her head. She never stopped smiling, she tried to keep the most blank face it was possible for her.

”Your niece,ah- You said she lived with you some time ago, does she live with her parents at the moment?” Beryl asked, fearing she was probably sounding too intrusive.

  • Hate yours
  • Be rude to yours 
  • Become your character’s enemy
  • Be willing to attack/fight yours in a plot
  • Develop a bromance or platonic relationship 
  • Have or receive UNreciprocated feelings with yours
  • Team up with your character against others
  • Otherwise engage in non-romantic interactions


"You can go first." She spoke softly, closing the door behind her. By now she felt naturally very comfortable around Beryl. 

It wasn’t hard to - the woman took care of them with grace and truly dealt with their constantly screaming,bickering, insanity.

"Mine can wait a bit."

Beryl nodded as she thought of the words she would use. ” I have a guess you or maybe your sisters already know about this, but I only just found out about it and I thought you should know since you have a past…

Hawk’s Eye is back. I’m not sure how or why, but he’s alive and back in town. He has no memories of he used to be; new name and new life. Setsuna just told me this evening, she doesn’t think he is dangerous and she could be right. I wouldn’t want you to encounter him on the street and not being prepared.” Beryl knew what it was like to encounter someone she thought was dead, it was like seeing a ghost. And there were too many ghosts walking around in this town. ” It’s your decision if you want to talk to him or not, same goes to your sisters, I just want you to be cautious. ”


Ah, she was feeling the same way as Koan. She noticed the pamphlet being used as a fan and decided to ask her about what’s inside. “Oh! Hey, sorry, I couldn’t help overhearing you. If you’re still planning on leaving, could you tell me what’s being shown today first? I don’t want to be here all day if it’s something not that worthy of it. Cute umbrella by the way.” Koan always carried her parasol or a sunhat around as well. There was no way she was letting the sun ruin her perfect, porcelain skin. 

It wasn’t normal waiting that long. She had been to a lot of art openings and they never took this long to open, specially leaving all of them waiting under the sun. Didn’t they know it wasn’t healthy? How rude of them it was-

Beryl was trapped in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed the beautiful woman behind her staring at her, so she was surprised when she spoke to her. She turned around to face her with a curious expression on her face. ” I’m not sure if I’m leaving yet…” Beryl said, had she talked to herself out loud? Suddenly Beryl started thinking of what she could have said out loud or not.

She handed the paper she was using to fan herself with to the stranger, that held the information about the artist. ”Tsuguharu Foujita, that’s the artist. I read about him some time ago in an art magazine so I was very curious when I saw that his would be here. But something must be going on, it’s not normal to have us waiting this long.”

Beryl smiled at the comment about her umbrella. ” Oh, thank you. I rarely leave without it, my skin can barely stand the heat of the sun. And I’m glad I brought it today.”

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My skype hasn’t been working for some days, I don’t know what it is. Also, it’s been a busy week but I’ll work on replies starting today and the weekend. Thanks for being patient with me and not telling me to f*ck off.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. (not often)
3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.
8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism.
9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence.
10. Swearing: the use of offensive language.
11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience.
15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance.
23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity.
24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt.
25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breaththrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system.
33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively.
36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly.
38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.
41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing.
44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience.
45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names.
50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.


The sun was shining bright as Koan stood in line for the grand opening of a new art gallery. She didn’t even know what they were exhibiting. Koan just knew she had to get out of her apartment instead of wasting away. And an art gallery was a perfect way to do that. But the line was not moving fast enough and the sun was absolutely dreadful to her. The only source of entertainment at that time was the woman in front of her. The woman seemed to be making a lot of noise for some reason and Koan was as curious as ever to find out what was going on. 

New exhibitions in town was something Beryl always looked forward too, specially since she was really interested in this artist. But the hot summer and sunny weather, not so much. For someone with such pale skin the hot sun was nothing something fun, so as usual, Beryl hid herself under a blue umbrella she took everywhere.

In her hands she held a small guide with some of the artist’s work and some information, but she had been standing in that line for so long she had read all of it at least ten times. She probably knew it by heart, so she started to use it as a fan since it was around 1pm and it was very hot. ” Maybe I should come back another day.” She murmured to herself. ” I could use some ice tea…” She said as she kept fanning herself and blowing air out of her mouth. Beryl was hot, bored and thirsty, which resulted in her being extremely annoyed.