Allow me to take this rarest of rare moments to post an off-topic item which is simply too gloriously grand not to share with the internet at large. I promise that at least the next ten items in a row will relate directly to our sweeping DIrk/Kanaya romance in explicit ways.
For this moment, though, I wanted to share this; My girlfriend is an enthusiastic affectionado of all things Sailor Moon. In the course of my conversations with her on the topic over the course of a couple of weeks I would periodically derail things by talking about my much more exciting AU, which I came to call “Boxer Moon.”
In this AU, Luna did not come to earth to empower these cute Japanese girls to become pretty sailor-suited princesses who waved magic wands about to fight evil while performing elabourate dances. No! Though the broad goals of the mission - defeating Queen Beryl and her cronies - remained identical and the enemies themselves were in no way changed, the powers she had to bestow upon them were that of burly, supernaturally potent lady boxers. In the name of the Moon, they will knock you the fuck out!
The AU expanded over the course of several conversations. I reasoned that tuxedos have no thematic connection to sailor suits; Tuxedo Mask wasn’t dressed like an admiral or anything nautical themed. Therefore his counterpart should have no thematic connection to boxing either. Instead, he should transform into the elegant and graceful linebacker, Touchdown Mask!
Chibi Boxer Moon was envisioned as an eight-year-old roided out rage machine, and Luna took on the mannerisms and appearance of Rocky Balboa’s trainer, Mick.
Importantly - indeed critically - it was necessary that for all of her ferocity in the ring which was whatever shopping mall, rooftop or ski resort that Boxer Moon she was knocking evil the fuck out in, she should nevertheless be as girly and kawaii as ever she was in the anime and manga.
And then as Valentines Day neared, I knew what the perfect gift for my girl was. And so I went to the master of massive musculature, Dasmuskel, and commissioned from him this family portrait. So moved was he by the notion, so caught up in the elegant romance of the gesture that he agreed to do so for only slightly more than his usual commission fee for a comparable project!
I sent it to my lady friend, who, after being briefly seized by the urge to babble with completely incoherent glee, remarked upon her excitement at the realization of this dream. A successful Valentines Day for all!
On a wholly-unrelated but positive note: Though my computer will be in the shop for weeks while I wait for replacement parts to arrive and be used to fix the beast, I have acquired a temporary replacement which is working out well enough that I’m now pretty optimistic that the next update can take place next weekend.