crunchbuttsteak:

in 5 seasons of Sailor Moon, Motoki was never once targeted for his Pure Heart Crystal, Dream Mirror, Star Seed, or Precious Bodily Fluids.

WHAT HORRIBLE SECRET ARE YOU HIDING MOTOKI?

guardress:

guardress:

Hidden Fees by ChibiRikku

Poor Motoki.

#still kind of stuck on the idea that motoki is truly the one who suffers most in the series #if only by exclusion from the action

I actually wrote this comic after joking about the horrible, horrible things Motoki had to do after being dragged into the criminal underworld to make money to pay off all the ridiculous electricity bills that the secret base’s computer uses up without him knowing.

I cannot stop thinking of Motoki committing various blue-collar crimes and inside jobs, and all the while he can not stop making arcade puns.

“You and I are two sides of the same coin.”

“In the claw machine of life, we’re all mere playthings.”

“What do you think this is, a game?”

yen-sama:

sailormoonsub:

sailormushroom89 replied to your post: Motoki doesn’t have a pure heart, a be…

Or he doesn’t have a pure heart because he’s done stuff he finds morally reprehensible, he has no beautiful dream because he’s actually given up or lost & he lacks a star seed because he has no passion for anything. Motoki’s life is really sad.

The world of magical girls looks so different from the perspective of an average aspirationless minimum-wage arcade employee.

That moment when we realize we are all Motoki.

As much as I may want to deny it, it’s so completely true. The tragedy lies not with the victims of the week, but with those who don’t even deserve such recognition.

I’m going to rewrite Sailor Moon from Motoki’s perspective. Like, his best friend skips class, frequently disappears, and occasionally calls himself ‘Endymion,’ his most regular patrons are obsessively fixated on one game about a superhero girl who fights crime, his sister and girlfriend have each been mysteriously attacked a handful of times, and he has no idea what’s going on because everyone around him has something special about them, and he, the everyman, does not.

Motoki doesn’t have a pure heart, a beautiful dream, the shine of a star, or any energy to speak of.

Perhaps the greatest enemies are disguised as friends.

And, in grand time-honored tradition, Motoki is the only one who has no idea what is going on.

“All these spiderwebs appearing all over the Tokyo area simultaneously? Probably his job.”

You work at an arcade. If that’s not the primary locale for the intense wrath of children, I don’t know what is.