♕ Princess of Mars
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Let’s welcome our special guest Setsuna Meioh to today’s episode of “Things a Time Lord Would Wear”.
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Guess who got bored again! Here, have some more Prototype Soldiers along with what I would imagine the Prototype Super Sailor Moon looking like! Also unlike last time, I made the soldiers’ fingers glow; appearently in the comic, each soldier’s fingers/nails would glow when performing their attacks. So I tried to add that into this.
Mercury, Mars and Venus are from the R Movie. Jupiter had no good poses in the whole movie (at least ones where she’s attacking) so I got her screenshot from SuperS movie. Although that is just her stock footage attack. Oh well. Also at the last minute I added Sailor Moon there, not sure why though.
For more edited pictures of the Prototype Soldiers, go here!
PLEASE keep making these!! :D
AH! They made more!!
The strength of characterization in Sailor Moon is, in my opinion, what has made it such an enduring series. When we were children, we chose our favorite and used her to represent who we were and who we hoped to be. And there was such a diversity of choice—they’re tomboys, wannabe idols, obsessed with video games, brilliant students, lazy students, quiet, exuberant and everything in between. Today, when I reflect upon the cast, they feel like sisters—to each other, and to me. So I’m sitting here, beginning a series where I intend to focus on each senshi individually, facing the question of who to begin with. And suddenly, it’s obvious: Makoto.
Makoto is a wonderful symbol of what makes the characters of Sailor Moon so lasting—she fits no formula, she bucks gender conventions—but I don’t want to reduce her to that. In and of herself, Makoto is such a unique, emotionally resonant character. She’s a bundle of contrasts, but she never feels contrived, like her traits were carefully curated by a writer seeking to create a Quirky Girl Character. She’s organic—like a real person with a real, varied personality. She’s the bruiser of the team, with her penchant for hoisting enemies over her head only to slam them to the concrete. Her character design, with its long skirt and curly hair, hearkens back to the sukeban, or “delinquent” girl—and indeed, she is rumored to have been kicked out of her last few schools for fighting. Makoto is tall and tough and will finish a fight with her fists if she has to.
But Makoto is also a person who wears tiny pink rose stud earrings and has a story in the manga devoted to how she can’t stop buying cute shit for her apartment. Makoto is a person who swoons over romance novels and dreams of baking her husband meatloaf and wants to open a flower shop someday. She prepares lavish feasts for her friends and insists, blushingly, that it was nothing. She seeks to live a life as soft, romantic, and sweetly-scented as possible. And she’s never judged for it. She is never mocked as a shallow, frivolous airhead consumed by, as the scolder might sniff, the sort of superficial nonsense girls like. Nor are her more classically masculine traits denigrated as improper or embarrassing. She is, like her sisters-in-arms, a person in all the untidy, beautiful complexity that implies.
Moreover, Makoto is allowed to be weak. She is allowed to be an ass-kicking, flower-arranging, tea-sipping soldier of love and justice who maybe doesn’t feel so good about herself all the time. She occasionally regards her more boyish traits with embarrassment and panics at the sound of airplanes, scarred, as she is, from being orphaned by a plane crash. She doesn’t always look in the mirror and see someone who emerged triumphant from tremendous sorrow, someone who is only made more wonderful by her unconventionality. And that’s okay. The story honors her insecurities without validating them. No one has to swoop in and save her, nor are her moments of self-doubt used to diminish her. Her lapses in confidence, in fact, strengthen her—she roars out of them ready to fight anew, flushed with the knowledge that she is, as Mixx translated it back in the early 2000s, “butt-kicking Jupiter.”
Makoto is brawny. Makoto is delicate. Makoto is, at times, unsure of herself. And while, in the hands of a lesser author, she might have been a cringe-worthy joke of a character—OH MY GOD SHE’S SUPER TOUGH BUT SHE LIKES CUPCAKES WOW HOW WACKY!!!—in Sailor Moon, she is simply herself. And that’s beautiful.
(Part one in a series on the senshi.)
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Makoto always makes the cutest bento! I wish the ones I made for my husband everyday were this cute
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Moon Princess Halation!
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So I did some
photo editstraced pictures because I was bored. So here you have Prototype Soldiers performing some of their attacks (attacks were picked based on if I could find a good screenshot of it to edit. That’s there’s no Supreme Thunder or Crecent Beam).Reference picture used for the Prototype Soldier’s suits was very blurry, so some details might be inaccurate. orz And some details got changed a little (Mars’ ring and bracelet-thing for example)
Most of the inaccurate anatomy can be blamed on the original screenshots (not much was changed).
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