SuperS. Here we stand, at the end of our not entirely enjoyable journey. I look back at our overlong time spent together, and I am left with one question that burns brighter than them all.
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
How do your pieces fit? When are you set? How long did you take? How does your plot work? What was up with the whole crystal thing? Nehellenia was the what how now?
What is your deal, SuperS?
Making things make sense is pretty huge for me. If you’ve been around my blog for a week or so, you’ve probably heard me mention my Giant Sailor Moon Canon Voltron. This is my Sailor Moon core. This is is what fuels my meta and interpretations, my headcaon, my ‘fics.
I really really need to know what your deal was, SuperS.
I need you to MAKE SENSE.
And so, before I finally bid you farewell, you and I are going to hash this thing out. It may require twisting and trimming, it may take some shoving and a whole lot of willingness to run with shit, but I WILL make you fit.
Because WTF SuperS?