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purplekitteToo much Doctor Who maybe.
Title: Set of Customs
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purplekitte
Theme: Outer senshi--Portal
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
As Sailor Pluto, Setsuna could travel through time and space. People didn’t tend to comprehend what that meant, even when she told those few gifted with personal information that she had been born in the Silver Millennium.
She could travel anywhen and anywhere and often had to with the Sailor War raging on. Time was not a portal to be entered at one point and exited at another once or twice, as criminals tried to use the Timestream. Time was her element and touched her as little as Sailor Mars was burned by her own fire. She was ancient as days and had seen and done more than most people could dream.
Being the third mother of a lesbian couple’s adopted daughter was perfectly tame, really. There were plenty of alien species out there, like the Arume or the Mejere, who were entirely female. On Bukuro the first ten people to touch a baby were named its godparents. She’s once accidentally gotten married during the harvest of starfruit festival on Tatara where any physical contact counted as a contract and she’d had to spend the next month working out tombs of complicated local divorce law involving their seven sexes, none of which actually directly corresponded to a human female.
All the myriad ways in which people could love and live and reproduce could not surprise her and most didn’t bother her. If Hotaru wanted to call her Setsuna-mama then she was happy this child loved her and proud to have a daughter like this one.
Title: Set of Customs
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Outer senshi--Portal
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
As Sailor Pluto, Setsuna could travel through time and space. People didn’t tend to comprehend what that meant, even when she told those few gifted with personal information that she had been born in the Silver Millennium.
She could travel anywhen and anywhere and often had to with the Sailor War raging on. Time was not a portal to be entered at one point and exited at another once or twice, as criminals tried to use the Timestream. Time was her element and touched her as little as Sailor Mars was burned by her own fire. She was ancient as days and had seen and done more than most people could dream.
Being the third mother of a lesbian couple’s adopted daughter was perfectly tame, really. There were plenty of alien species out there, like the Arume or the Mejere, who were entirely female. On Bukuro the first ten people to touch a baby were named its godparents. She’s once accidentally gotten married during the harvest of starfruit festival on Tatara where any physical contact counted as a contract and she’d had to spend the next month working out tombs of complicated local divorce law involving their seven sexes, none of which actually directly corresponded to a human female.
All the myriad ways in which people could love and live and reproduce could not surprise her and most didn’t bother her. If Hotaru wanted to call her Setsuna-mama then she was happy this child loved her and proud to have a daughter like this one.
