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After thinking about it, I've decided to reopen my writing commissions after debating about going on with them. However, I am only going to be focusing on anime and manga.

My rates are the same as before: $5 per page with a maximum limit of five pages per story. Commissions can be any length you choose between 1 to 5 pages.

While I am not uncomfortable with kink related stories per say, I don't have much experience writing them so I do not believe I could give a quality story in this regard. I'd prefer if you didn't ask.

These are all of the series I feel somewhat confident enough to take a stab at writing about:

  1. Sailor Moon: I have the MOST experience out of all of these in writing SM stories.
  2. Revolutionary Girl Utena
  3. Puella Magi Madoka Magica
  4. Puella Magi Kazumi Magica
  5. Ranma 1/2
  6. Mermaid Saga
  7. Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
  8. Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
  9. Higanbana no Saku Yoru Ni
  10. Bubblegum Crisis
  11. Devil Hunter Yohko
  12. Codename: Sailor V
  13. Bizenghast
  14. Miyuki-chan in Wonderland
  15. The Dreaming
  16. Yu-Gi-Oh (First Anime)
  17. Gundam Wing
  18. G Gundam: Those last two are a little dubious. I was a big fan of GW and GG when I was younger, and while I still have my DVDs, videos, and some manga, let's play it by ear and stick to something simple if you'd like a fic based on them.
I will not write anything revenge related, I will not write anything meant to dehumanize and debase a character you don't like, I won't write incest, I won't write underage characters romantically involved with people who are much older than them.

You can find examples of my writing in my gallery and on fanfiction.net here: www.fanfiction.net/u/1454008/J…

You can send me a note through here or email me at: Hawaiipj1959@gmail.com

I take payment through paypal, but only after I've finished your piece.

Thanks for your time.
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We are the Shitennou, the Four Kings of Heaven. Jadeite, Nephrite, Zoisite, and Kunzite.
During the age known as Silver Millennium, we four were tasked with the role of protecting the prince of the Earth Kingdom, Endymion.
For many years we served our Prince dutifully, until the day we four were led astray by a creature born from unholy means. We were weak, and because of our weakness, Silver Millennium fell, and our prince died.
Thousands of years later, we were reborn as humans with vague memories of our past. But the demon that corrupted us in the past did so again, and one by one we fell under the power of the Moon Princess reborn as a Sailor Soldier.
Now, as spirits, we act as aides to our now reborn Prince, who will one day awaken as King of a new Silver Millennium.
However, this was not one of our finest days.


“Master Endymion!”

The four wraiths gathered around Mamoru Chiba as he lay across the desk in his apartment. He didn’t seem to be moving, and his body language did not read positively. Kunzite, the highest ranked of the Shitennou, tried to keep his cool. His three associates, however, were panicking at the distressing scene before them.

“What’s wrong with him? He looks awful!” Zoisite yelled.

“How long has been like this?” Nephrite asked.

“Is he still breathing? What could have caused this?” Jadeite wondered aloud.

Not saying a word, Kunzite’s specter hovered closer to Mamoru to attempt at getting a look at his master’s face. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Mamoru’s face was looking rather red and flush. There was sweat on his forehead and his breathing sounded somewhat hoarse. Regardless, he was at least breathing. Kunzite sighed in relief, which was kind of odd considering he was a ghost and didn’t need to breath, but now’s not the time for nitpicking.

“It’s alright.” Kunzite explained to his compatriots. “He’s still breathing. I think he’s fine, it looks like he’s just sick.”

“Really?” Zoisite was slightly amazed. “But Master Endymion is usually so careful with his health.”

“It doesn’t surprise me. He’s been up every night trying to work on that thesis paper for his university courses.” Nephrite casually reminded the others, trying to sound like he wasn’t panicking just a moment ago.

“The Princess and her friends tend to keep a better eye on things such as this.” Jadeite pointed out, recalling how often Mamoru spent his days with Usagi Tsukino and her compatriots when he wasn’t focusing on school work. A few of them seemed to be very health conscious, especially Makoto.

“But we haven’t really seen them in a while. I think the Master mentioned they have exams of their own coming up.” Nephrite remembered Mamoru mentioning something like that a few days ago.

“Ah, I’m guessing the Princess’ guards have been keeping her away then.” Jadeite reasoned. Most of them could picture it now. The four girls dragging away the reincarnated Moon Princess to make her focus on studying even though she wanted to spend time with Mamoru. It was… not the most elegant picture to come to mind.

“Well, maybe we should give her more credit than that.” Zoisite said.

Jadeite and Nephrite just gave Zoisite a blank stare.

“…did you really mean that?” Nephrite drolly asked.

“O-of course! She is the future queen after all!” Zoisite stammered.

“We have to wake Master Endymion up.” Kunzite spoke after being silent for so long. The other three zipped to his side the moment he began talking. “He’s just going to get sicker if he’s left like this.”

“How’re we going to wake him up, Kunzite?” Zoisite asked.

“How do you think?” Nephrite rhetorically asked. “We tell him to. MASTER ENDYMION!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jadeite felt a ringing in his ears, which didn’t make sense. “Do you want everyone in the building to wake everyone?!”

“Are you forgetting he’s the only one that can see and hear us?” Nephrite scowled, before he yelled “MASTER ENDYMION!”

“Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot!” Jadeite got on the defensive.

“Well don’t act like one!” Nephrite shot back.

“Stop it you two!” Zoisite tried to hold Jadeite back.

“Nephrite get a hold of yourself.” Kunzite put his hand around Nephrite’s wrist.

“Me? Jadeite’s the one who’s asking stupid questions and getting mad about it!” Nephrite indignantly said.

“I’ll show you ‘getting mad about it!’” Jadeite shouted, and managed to break free of Zoisite as he punched Nephrite’s form… and somehow knocked him into Mamoru’s undisturbed body.

“Oh damn.” Jadeite said in an astonished tone of voice.

“Jadeite what did you do?!” Zoisite was horrified.

“I-I don’t know!” Jadeite stammered. “I only meant to hit him! I-“

“Wait! Master Endymion’s waking up.” Kunzite ordered the other two to be quiet. They heard Mamoru say something in low murmur, and slowly, his eyelids began to flutter. The three Shitennou lined up as Mamoru got up from his seat.

“Master Endymion,” Kunzite began, bowing his head. “I am so sorry for this disturbance.”

“Kunzite?” Mamoru said. Except… that wasn’t Mamoru’s voice.

“NEPHRITE?!”

“Are you, are you really in the prince’s body?!” Zoisite screamed.

“It looks like.” Nephrite/Mamoru flexed his arms. “Man, I’d forgotten what it felt like to have a body, even a sick one.”

“How are you doing that?!” Jadeite couldn’t believe it. “Did you know you could do that? Did you know he could do that? HOW LONG HAVE BEEN WE ABLE TO DO THAT?”

“My God would you shut up, Jadeite?” Nephrite/Mamoru crossed his arms over his chest and looked rather annoyed. “Is this what it’s like for him with us hanging around? No wonder he barely talks to us.”

“Th-that’s not true!” Zoisite looked rather hurt.

“Nephrite, get out of there now.” Kunzite did NOT look pleased at this situation at all. Zoisite and Jadeite seemed rather scared of him at the moment. Nephrite, not so much.

“Or what? You’ll kill me? For the third time?” Nephrite/Mamoru smirked. And then sneezed, suddenly remembering Mamoru was sick. “Whoa. I haven’t sneezed in years. That felt great!”

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself while our Prince suffers.” Jadeite mocked.

“Well you’re just mad you didn’t think of this first.” Nephrite then sneezed again, and looked like he was really enjoying it. Somehow that was not the weirdest thing about this situation.

“Are you seriously thinking of abusing our Prince’s body like this?!” Zoisite was offended.
“Nephrite, this is one of the worst offenses you could make against Master Endymion.” Kunzite judged.

“Like you wouldn’t have done exactly the same thing, Kunzite.” Nephrite pointed out. “And I’m not going to ‘abuse’ anything. But can you blame me for wanting to enjoy this for a while? Or did you forget we’ve been dead for nearly two years now and have been stuck as nothing but glorified smoke.”

The other Shitennou went silent.

“You’re right Nephrite.” Jadeite surprisingly admitted. “I guess we can’t blame you for making a human response.”

Nephrite seemed proud of his victory.

“So move over.”

And with that, Jadeite lunged at Mamoru’s body, somehow managing to knock Nephrite out.

“Hey!” Nephrite yelled. “I wasn’t done yet!”

“Oh, you were right Nephrite,” Jadeite/Mamoru exclaimed, “This is spectacular! Hey I wonder what he has to eat around here.”

“Keep dreaming!” Nephrite responded, and jumped back into Mamoru’s body.

“You had your fun, now it’s my turn!” Jadeite jumped back in.

“I didn’t even get to use the bathroom yet!”

The pattern of Nephrite and Jadeite possessing Mamoru repeated for a bit, as Zoisite feebly tried to get them to stop, until finally-

“ENOUGH!”</i></u>

The horrified Shitennou stopped dead (no pun intended) in their tracks at the sound of their leader’s vengeful shriek. Kunzite looked ready to obliterate all three of them, even Zoisite, who hadn’t even really done anything.

“Both of you stop it!” Kunzite ordered. “You’re acting like children! Did you forget what our duty is? We’re the Four Kings of Heaven destined to guard the prince of the Earth, and here we are, using him like a puppet! Like common ghosts!”

Nephrite and Jadeite looked at each other, both feeling very ashamed of themselves at the moment.

“I, you are right Kunzite.” Nephrite apologized.

“I’m sorry, I forgot myself for a moment.” Jadeite was contrite.

Kunzite sighed.

“You see what happens when you let your emotions get the best of you? Thank goodness Kunzite is so level headed and trust worthy.” Zoisite brownnosed.

“Yes… besides, it’s my turn.” Kunzite quickly added.

“WHAT?!”

“Hey-!”

And just like that, Kunzite had forced his way into controlling Mamoru’s body.

“Kunzite you dirty cheater!”

“I saw an opportunity and I went for it. Besides, I’m the leader. If anyone gets to experience this it’s me.”

“Oh Kunzite how could you.” Zoisite sobbed.

“LIKE HELL YOU DO!” Jadeite and Nephrite cursed in unison.

“Ha! You’ll have to be quicker than that!”

“GET BACK HERE!”



“-this key is the symbol of mine and Mamoru’s eternal love. He gave it to me on my…”

“Hey! Usagi why did you stop?”

“I, I…”

Usagi Tsukino lost her words when she saw the bizarre sight in Mamoru’s living room. There was Mamoru, his body jerking around as if he was having the wind repeatedly knocked out of him, and he seemed to be arguing with three different people even though he was alone.

Ami Mizuno, Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, and Minako Aino couldn’t believe it either. Minako especially wished she had a camera with her and film equipment. The girls had decided to hold their study session at Mamoru’s place, but they never imagined seeing this. Mamoru didn’t even notice they were there.

“At least let me know what food tastes like again!”

“I want to go to the botanical gardens!”

“All of you stop you’re being ridiculous!”

“I’m the leader and I say I’m going swimming!”

“He, he’s possessed!” Makoto gasped.

“It’s like he’s four different people.” Ami observed.

“Mamoru! What’s happened to you?!” Usagi sobbed.

And then the four girls all turned towards Rei.

Rei sighed then she looked irritated.

“It figures I have to deal with this on my day off. Guys, could you wait outside for a moment? I’ll take care of this.”

She shoved the four girls out of the apartment and slammed the door shut. From out in the hall, they then heard:

“EVIL SPIRIT BE EXORCISED!

There was a flash of light, what sounded like five different screams, and then, silence.

“Rei…?” Usagi asked.

The door slammed open and Rei marched out.

“He’ll be fine in an hour, but I think he has a cold. Let’s go to the pharmacy and get some medicine for him.” Rei nonchalantly explained.

Inside the apartment, Mamoru was slumped against the wall near his TV with an ofuda scroll plastered to his face. The Shitennou were scattered around the room, looking as if they’d been hit by a truck four times.

“It… was… still… worth it.” Nephrite moaned.

“Oh shut up.” The others moaned.
Shitennou's Day Out
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Naoko Takeuchi.

This was the second commission speedforcesatori. She wanted a Shitennou/Mamoru story, and this was my first attempt at writing any of them.

If anyone's interested in a Sailor Moon story commission send me a note as I'm considering reopening the writing commissions but just for anime stuff.
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“36?!” Usagi Tsukino could barely hold it in, and she looked as if she was going to start crying. Again. Her teacher, Haruna Sakurada, had just handed back a vocabulary quiz covered in red marks.

“But I spent the entire night studying with Ami and everyone else!” Usagi whimpered. “I knew this was going to happeeeeeeeen!”

“36? That’s at least three points higher than your last quiz, Usagi.” Naru Osaka, Usagi’s best friend, tried to comfort her while hiding her own exam marked with an “89” on it.

“Why couldn’t it have been 300 points higher?!”

“Statistically speaking that’s an impossibility.” Umino Guro, your standard overachiever, piped in.

“Do you have to remind me?” Usagi bawled.

“Miss Tsukino, I need to talk to you in private.” Ms. Sakurada stood in front of Usagi’s desk, arms crossed in front of her chest and looking quite stern. “Now!”

Moments later, in the now empty classroom, Usagi stood, humbly and contritely, across from Haruna.

“Usagi, I am growing increasingly concerned with your poor performance. I mean, a 36 may be a few points higher, but it’s still a failure.” Haruna tried to sound sympathetic. It wasn’t working that well.

“I know, Ms. Sakurada.”

“I’m worried that something might be going on. Is there anything that you wish to talk about? Anything at home that’s troubling you?”

“N-no m’am, nothing like that.”

“I know you’re at a very difficult age. Worrying about high school and about boys.”

Boys?! Oh no I don’t want to hear this from my teacher!

“Why, I remember when I was your age. The pressures of advancing into the next grade, pleasing my parents, trying to catch the eye of Hideki-kun on the basketball team. He had that gorgeous blonde hair and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at me, it was…”

Nonononononono!!

“I myself almost repeated my last year of middle school. Which is why I’m saying this to you now. Ms. Tuskino!”

“Y-yes?”

“I know it’s going to be extremely difficult but you must pull through! You have to give it everything that you have!”

“Yes, m’am.”

My name’s Usagi Tsukino. I’m a middle school student. My blood type is O and my birthstone is a pearl. My favorite colors are pink and white, and my favorite foods are sweets and ice cream. I’m a bit of a klutz and not very coordinated, and I especially hate taking tests because I always do terrible. Lately I’ve been doing worse than usual, which sucks because our high school entrance exams are coming up.

With her head hanging low, Usagi slowly, sadly marched away from school on her way to Hikawa Shrine, to attend the routine study group that had been established by Usagi and her friends, Ami Mizuno, Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, and Minako Aino. She dreaded every step of the way. She held the tear stained quiz in her hands. The red 36 cruelly mocked her.

“Uggggh, I don’t wanna go to study group again.” Usagi moaned. “Like it’ll make a difference anyway. I’d rather just spend time with Mamo-ahhh!”

Usagi wasn’t watching where she was going and had just bumped into some innocent passerby. She soon fell on her backside on the cold concrete sidewalk, dropping her bookbag and the test. This day just kept getting better.

“WHY DON’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE-oh Mamoru!” Usagi started yelling in anger until she saw the person she had walked into was Mamoru Chiba, her boyfriend and future husband.

“Usagi?” Mamoru extended a hand to help Usagi up off the sidewalk.

“Wow! I was just talking about and here you are! How lucky!” Usagi squealed.

“What’s this? I think you dropped something.” Mamoru bent down to pick up something Usagi had dropped after bumping into him. The test! Oh crap!

“No no no don’t-“ Usagi tried to stop him from seeing the hideous red mark.

Too late.

“36?” Mamoru read out loud. Then he saw the look on Usagi’s face and realized the tone of voice he’d said “36” in, and Mamoru frantically attempted to back peddle for everyone’s sake. “Well, hey, isn’t this score 3 points higher than the last quiz you took?”

And of course, that did NOT help.

“THAT’S THE SAME THING NARU SAAAAAID!!!!”

“H-hey! Usagi it’s alright! Would a parfait from Crown Parlor help?” Mamoru interjected in an attempt to stop Waterfall Tsukino.

Moments later, after downing one of Crown Parlor’s delectable ice cream parfaits, Usagi felt calmer, but still very ashamed of her poor test score and her earlier tantrum.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to make such a scene.” Usagi apologized. “I’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Mamoru offered as he poured some sugar into his coffee. Usagi sighed.

“It’s just all these tests. Ever since they announced at school that we would be preparing for our entrance exams, we’ve been getting more tests and quizzes then we used to. I was used to getting bad grades before, but now I’m getting 30s and 40s almost three times a day. Mama’s threatening to cut off my allowance for good unless I manage to get at least a 65, and I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.”

“How have your study sessions been going?” Mamoru inquired.

“Not well I guess. Everybody’s been trying so hard, but I think I’m the only one who hasn’t made any progress. Even Minako managed to get a 71 on her last quiz.” Usagi further explained.

(Minako: WHY DOES THAT SOUND SO CONDESCENDING USAGI?!)

“I don’t even know why I have to study anyway. I know I’m going to become Neo-Queen Serenity in a few years so what’s the point?” Usagi rationalized.

“You shouldn’t think like that.” Mamoru gently, but firmly, interjected into Usagi’s train of thought. “As a future queen, it’s important to receive a good education. It will help in the future when you have to make tough decisions.”

“You sound like Ami when you say things like that.” Usagi mentioned. As a matter of fact, Ami had said the exact same thing the other day. Only more… passionately.

(Ami: USAGI! AS A FUTURE QUEEN IT’S IMPORTANT TO RECEIVE A GOOD EDUCATION! IT WILL HELP IN THE FUTURE WHEN YOU HAVE TO MAKE TOUGH DECISIONS!)

“I’ll bet your high school entrance exams were a breeze.” Usagi guessed.

“Well, I wouldn’t say they were a breeze…” Mamoru trailed off, remembering a few years back when he was entering high school and the dents he’d put into his apartment walls from banging his head against them out of frustration.

(Young Mamoru: SINE! COSINE! SINE! COSINE! WHAT’S! THE! DIFFERENCE?!)

“But I really do think you’re showing improvement.” Mamoru said as earnestly as he could. “Three points higher is still three points higher.”

“So I failed with a higher score. Big whoop.” Usagi sighed as she tried balancing her spoon on her upper lip.

“I don’t think you should give up so easily, Usagi. That’s not like you.”

“I wish I could back to 7th or 8th Grade. Back then, I could do all the dreaming I wanted about entering high school without having to worry about studying for entrance exams. We’d all talk about what kind of new uniforms we were going to wear. The clubs we’d join. Sports events. Student festivals.” Usagi sighed. “At least Rei doesn’t have to worry about entrance exams.”

(Rei: I already dealt with this crap from Minako, Usagi.)

“Dreaming on itself isn’t going to get you anywhere, Usagi. You should at least be able to say you gave it your very best.” Mamoru continued to attempt to cast things in a more sympathetic light in order to be supportive to depressed Usagi. He reached over and took Usagi’s hand into his.

“You really think I can do it?” Usagi asked.

“I know you can. You can do anything when you put your mind to it.”

“Mamoru! To have such faith in me!”

“Like you said, there are a lot of things to look forward to about entering high school. Just focus on them while you’re studying, and I think it’ll help.”

“You really think so?”

“Sure. And besides, think about being able to do all of that with the girls. I don’t think they’d be happy heading into a brand new school knowing they’d be leaving you behind.”

“That’s true, I guess.” Usagi agreed.

“And I love to see you in your brand new school uniform on your first day.” Mamoru told her.

“My first day…” Usagi blushed and suddenly her eyes became a little glassy.

My first day of high school. I can see it now. The cherry blossoms in full bloom on a wonderfully warm and sunny spring day. The morning bell signaling the start of class. I’m proudly walking through the entrance with my friends by my side. We’re all wearing the same uniform, a badge of honor.

Manga club with Minako, gardening club with Makoto.

We all do study sessions at Rei’s place.

Ami oversees our booth for the cultural festival.

We stop at Crown Parlor on the way home from school for fruit parfaits, and everyone will turn to us and say “Wow, they look like such responsible high school students!”

And finally, the day I can show Mamoru my brand new school uniform as a proud high school student. I’m the very picture of feminine maturity. He’ll hold me close, I’ll feel his heartbeat, and then he’ll say to me with such pride:

“Usagi, the way you wear your new uniform, you’re the very picture of feminine maturity.”

“Mamoru, do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do, Usagi. I love you, Usagi.”

“Mamoru, I love you too! I’ve always loved you.”

“Usagi, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“Yes Mamoru?”

“Usagi…”


“Usagi? Uh, Usagi?” Mamoru asked. Usagi was lost in thought and drooling a little bit. “Usagi you’ve got a little, um…”

“USAGI!”

Came the voice of four girls from behind Usagi.

“We were looking all over for you!” Makoto said.

“You kept us waiting for like a half hour!” Minako complained.

”H-hi everyone!” Usagi nervously said. “I was just-“

“Playing hooky from study group again!” Rei scolded her. “I told we were going to find her here. Come on!”

“Ah! But I’m with-“ Usagi was interrupted as the girls hoisted her up by her elbows and dragged her out of Crown Parlor.

“I made an entire plate of delicious hot sandwiches for us to nibble on while we study and now they’re cold.”

“So sorry about this Mamoru, but if you’ll excuse us.” Ami apologized, but nevertheless with that scary glint on her glasses.

“O-of course.” Mamoru stammered.

“Now now, if I have to miss out on valuable date time to study, so do you!” Minako explained. Not that she had someone to date at the moment, mind you.

“Well, uh, I guess we’re gonna have to cut back on our private time until your exams are over.” Mamoru nervously said. Usagi turned white as a sheet as the girls dragged her away.

“But, but, Mamoruuuuuuuu!!!”

Mamoru sighed.

“Be strong, Usagi. Be strong.”
Usagi's Sweet Dream
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Naoko Takeuchi.

This was a writing commission for speedforcesatori who wanted one story focused around manga Usagi and Mamoru. I decided to do a kind of Exam Diary story since Usagi never got one.

If you're interested in a Sailor Moon story commission, let me know. I'm thinking of reopening the writing commissions.
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Hi guys. So I forgot to update my info on here and I'm sorry for that.

So, I've decided to close writing commissions for the time being after someone pointed out I might get into trouble if DC Comics ever finds out I was selling fan fiction using their characters.

I'm still open for editing and proofreading work, and, I'm actually considering taking writing commissions but only if it's for anime or manga based stories. I'll let you know.

Thanks to everyone who commissioned me, and, as a head's up, I've put a donation button on my tumblr account.

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~A Story About The Soul Hunter

A dark, golden shadow falls across the galaxy, cold and all encompassing. The planets that are engulfed in this shadow flair briefly, and then, blink out, as if they never even existed. The number of the dead explodes into figures the human mind isn’t powerful enough to comprehend.
This is the will of the strongest Soldier, the strongest star, in the galaxy.
And, this is the will of that which could never become a star at all.
In the center of the universe, a grand castle looms in the darkness, a stronghold of the strongest Soldier.
It is guarded by a desert river, engorged on lost memories.
Beyond the desert river is the graveyard.
This is the place where remnants go to die. The funeral processions are exquisite and mockingly cruel.
From the mounds they ascend, these final bits of light, collected from the galaxy’s far reaches. As they do, they take on the forms of butterflies.
The last lights, the last remnants of the dead, flutter away into the darkness, heading nowhere but only on instinct.
They are collected by her, the Soul Hunter. The very last of the Sailor Animamates. Sailor Heavy Metal Papillon.
She stands on the edge of the graveyard, observing the new lights flickering into existence above the freshly dug tombs of fallen Soldiers.
All those who died by the might and the will of her master, the strongest Soldier, Sailor Galaxia.
Her beautiful wings of gossamer quiver from a slight, unexpectedly cold breeze coming from the direction of the desert river. She places her hands, the nails perfectly manicured, on her shoulders. The golden bracelets on her wrists are cold as well, but she has gotten used to them.
A faint red butterfly, glowing like an ember, floats towards her. She extends her palm towards it, and the red butterfly seems to dance upon it. The red butterfly was then joined by three others, colored in shades of gold, blue, and green. They were drawn to one another, it seemed.
“Even in death they’re drawn towards each other.” Papillon spoke, in a cold, even, melancholy voice. “Even in death, we’re all just lonely stars.”
She swiftly closed her fist, and in angry motion, swatted the four lights away. Briefly frenzied, they regrouped, and floated away and above, into the black space.
“Lonely stars.”

On the planet Cocoon, she had no one, except for him.
They weren’t poor, but they weren’t rich either.
She made a living by dancing, and it was a living she would’ve preferred improved in several different ways. The dance hall, the musicians, the clothes she wore, her employer, the other dancers, the hours…
They had enough to live day by day, for food and for house. Heat and water were struggles, but not life or death kind of struggles. Their clothes were worn out and faded from overly repeated usage, but once in a while they could afford new things.
Of course, most people were too focused on certain other aspects when she danced.
Dancing was one of the things she lived for, and she made it into a career, but the life of that career was slowly being sucked out of her, and it was becoming a job.
It would be cliché to talk about how “the music moved through her” or “how her body became one with the rhythm,” but that’s how she would’ve put it as best as she could. The exhilaration and the release it brought her. And the escape, of course.
The way dancing could say everything and nothing without moving her lips or opening her eyes. Everything else is blotted out except the music and the movement.
Not just men, but women as well, and those who identified as both, or neither. She didn’t judge. But she never really formed any lasting relationships. Unless they had money.
She wasn’t a gold digger, but it just made things a little easier.
But even then, when she did try to hold on, these relationships, if you could call them that, never lasted for long. Once the spark was gone, she floated towards someone else who happened to shine a bit brighter. Now she was finding it very hard to care.
As time went on, she just started to… wind down. The music was slowing down, losing its soul. The musicians didn’t care. The people who came to see here didn’t care about her, or her dancing. All that mattered to them was how much skin she would show them. And she found herself being paid less and less for her work. She would be lucky to still have her job come the next day.
Despite all of this though, there was one thing that remained constant in her life.
He was five years old. She couldn’t remember his father’s name. It didn’t matter. He had a gap in his teeth, and he liked to draw things in the dirt. His favorite story was “The Butterfly Baby.” It was the favorite of all children. But he loved it so. He loved to ask questions she couldn’t always answer, and always, they danced. So much energy in the dance. He gave her life. He gave the dance life.
The only things she had.
Then the stranger came.
The first thing she noticed about her was her hair. It was magnificent. A shade of gold that somehow faded into a striking shade of red, that went all the way down to her ankles. She sat in the back of the establishment, in a dimly lit corner. But she could tell this stranger was looking at her. Everybody was looking at her of course, but this person, they, they were looking at her. In a way that she had never felt before.
After two dances, she went up to this stranger.
“I’m going to kill you.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“I will destroy this whole world, and everyone on it.” The stranger spoke so calmly, so surely. She had to be insane.
“W-what are you-“
“You think I’m joking.”
And then the stranger, this, this lunatic, moved her hand, and revealed a beautiful, ornate brooch with a large golden jewel in the center. It was mesmerizing. And then, in a flash, she’d seen it.
So many worlds gone.
So many people dead.
The strongest Sailor Crystal in the universe.
The Shadow Galactica.
The Soldier of Solitude.
Sailor Galaxia.
It was hard to take in, and then, her breath shallow, she quickly turned to the others around them. No one seemed to have noticed.
“What was that?” She whispered.
“My proof to you.”
“Why?”
“Because I will give you a choice. But I know you won’t refuse.”
“A choice about what?”
“I have seen you. Studied you. I’ve seen how you dance. I’ve seen how you’ve stopped caring. You’ve gone through motions. You’re empty inside. I want you. I have others who were like you. They were empty, or scared. They wanted something. And I gave it to them.”
The stranger opened her other hand, and two golden bracelets materialized in the air.
“Become one of my Sailor Animamates.”
“Sailor-like Sailor Cocoon?”
Sailor Cocoon. The guardian of planet Cocoon. Born with amazing abilities to defend their world against evil. One who shines brightly. One who shines with purpose.
“No. Even stronger than Sailor Cocoon. My Soul Hunter, Sailor Heavy Metal Papillon.” The stranger spoke. “You will have much more than Sailor Cocoon ever dreamed of. You will be one who stands guard over that which lingers after death. The last shards of life from the stars.”
Power…
Stronger than Sailor Cocoon?
“Of course, you can always say no. And I’ll just find someone else. You, however, will die much earlier than the rest. And then, after Sailor Cocoon, so will the rest of this planet.”
The stranger’s cold, wicked smile never disappeared during this conversation.
She knew she was telling the truth. The crystal had shown her that. And she wanted another purpose. She was tired of flitting through everything like, like a butterfly. Oh God. And if she said no, if, if she said no then that would mean-
“My child,” she whispered.
“Yes?” Galaxia asked, but it wasn’t really a question. She knew what she was going to say.
“I have a child. He’s, he’s the only thing that means anything to me anymore.”
“Does he mean so much you won’t-“
“No. That’s not it.”
She blinked, trying to fight back the tears she often shed.
Enough to…
“If, if I say yes, if I kill Sailor Cocoon. Then, you have to spare him. He has to live.”
“Even if I kill everyone else?”
“…I don’t care.” She spoke through gritted teeth.
Galaxia smirked.
“I’ll do what you ask me to, and I will leave with you. Without question. For the rest of my life. But only if you spare my child.”
“Very well.” Galaxia replied, in a rather offhand manner. As if it was no big deal. Of course, for someone of her abilities, it wasn’t.  One life didn’t matter.
What came next was a flash of golden light and excruciating pain. Like something being ripped out of her chest. And then she felt something cold and heavy seal itself on both of her wrists.
Just like that, she was the devil’s property.
What came afterwards was something of a blur.
She remembered ambushing Sailor Cocoon, but just the sounds. Cries and screams, fires blazing, a sound like sand in the wind, and then she held something bright and warm. A Sailor Crystal. Everything that was and could have been Sailor Cocoon, in a single crystal. And now it was hers.
And now…
She went home, just this one last time. He was asleep in her bed. He must have had a bad dream. Whenever he had a bad dream, he’d sleep in her bed. Even if she wasn’t there. He said it felt okay. It felt like her.
She was glad he was asleep. She didn’t want him to see her like this. For all intents and purposes, his mother was dead now. But still, she gently cradled him in her arms. She lifted him out of bed, and as she was just out of the door, she felt him stir a little.
“Momma…?”
“It’s okay angel. I’m right here. Go back to sleep.”
“Hadda bad dream…” he mumbled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you never have any more bad dreams.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Kay.” He yawned. “G’night, momma. Love you…”
She didn’t cry. She was never going to cry again.
“I love you too.”
Liar.
And then the world died.
Such a liar.

“I, can you make him forget?” She asked. “So he’ll never ask for me. Never worry about me?”
“Of course I can.” Galaxia said.
She was brought to a dry river. Like a desert. She met an oarswoman who held the key to forgetting. She was told to make the boy drink the water from the river, and he’d never remember anything. One little handful.
She brought him to a small, rural planet. It didn’t have a Sailor Crystal, so Galaxia ignored it. She left her on the doorstop of a family that had three boys, but seemed to do alright.
She didn’t kiss him again.
She didn’t say “I love you” again.
He wasn’t her child.
She didn’t have a child anymore.
She never danced again.
But she cried.
Oh, how she did cry.
....
The four butterflies had disappeared among the revenant hordes that fluttered above the cold stone and freshly dug Earth.
She didn’t sigh.
But, she knew they were here now. The three. The Fireball princess. The little soldier. And the Moon Princess.
They’d reached her stage.
It was time that she revealed the fate of ill-suited messiahs.
This would be the most beautiful funeral pyre she ever created.
Shards - A Sailor Moon Story
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Naoko Takeuchi.

This was a gift I wrote for a friend of mine.

Sailor Heavy Metal Papillon is my favorite of the Animamates and I've always been disappointed by how limited her appearance was. So I decided to write a possible backstory in an attempt to expand on her life before she became an Animamate while also focusing on her child, but I wanted to leave some room to let people make their own conclusions about aspects of her life.

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Just a reminder, but I'm also taking writing commissions. <da:thumb id="511607814">
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JudeDeluca
Jude
United States
Current Residence: Bronx, NY
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Anime Soundtracks
Favourite style of art: Photorealism, Animation
Favourite cartoon character: Utena, Lightning Lad, Harley Quinn, Oyuki, Priss Asagiri, Batman, Daria, Duela Dent, Sailor Jupiter
Interests
After thinking about it, I've decided to reopen my writing commissions after debating about going on with them. However, I am only going to be focusing on anime and manga.

My rates are the same as before: $5 per page with a maximum limit of five pages per story. Commissions can be any length you choose between 1 to 5 pages.

While I am not uncomfortable with kink related stories per say, I don't have much experience writing them so I do not believe I could give a quality story in this regard. I'd prefer if you didn't ask.

These are all of the series I feel somewhat confident enough to take a stab at writing about:

  1. Sailor Moon: I have the MOST experience out of all of these in writing SM stories.
  2. Revolutionary Girl Utena
  3. Puella Magi Madoka Magica
  4. Puella Magi Kazumi Magica
  5. Ranma 1/2
  6. Mermaid Saga
  7. Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
  8. Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
  9. Higanbana no Saku Yoru Ni
  10. Bubblegum Crisis
  11. Devil Hunter Yohko
  12. Codename: Sailor V
  13. Bizenghast
  14. Miyuki-chan in Wonderland
  15. The Dreaming
  16. Yu-Gi-Oh (First Anime)
  17. Gundam Wing
  18. G Gundam: Those last two are a little dubious. I was a big fan of GW and GG when I was younger, and while I still have my DVDs, videos, and some manga, let's play it by ear and stick to something simple if you'd like a fic based on them.
I will not write anything revenge related, I will not write anything meant to dehumanize and debase a character you don't like, I won't write incest, I won't write underage characters romantically involved with people who are much older than them.

You can find examples of my writing in my gallery and on fanfiction.net here: www.fanfiction.net/u/1454008/J…

You can send me a note through here or email me at: Hawaiipj1959@gmail.com

I take payment through paypal, but only after I've finished your piece.

Thanks for your time.
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mechangel2002 Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the faves! :D
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No problem. :)
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Thanks for the fav :)
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No problemo.
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2014
Happy Birthday!
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2015
Thanks. I'm so sorry for the delay at getting back to you. How was your holiday?
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L1701E Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2015
Pretty good, thanks. How was yours?

I got a couple movies, a couple games, and a nice big new TV.
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2015
I got pretty much everything I asked for except for a couple of games and a book.

The best part was that there was no arguing. At all.

Also, I'm sorry for taking so long to get back to you.
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RisenWarrior Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2014
Merry Christmas AND a happy birthday! :hug:
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Jan 21, 2015
Thanks. :)
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