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Someone take these two home so I can have Nao-chan
I’ve been gone for a long time and I plan to bring Hitomi back eventually but for now I wanted to see if anyone would take these two figmas off my hands for like 35-40 bucks each
interesting how this mentality is similar to most of the things people have said against hitomi
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---
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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !
✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .
Sleep peacefully, your Nightmare is over.
a lot of people seem to take for granted that hitomi seriously values sayaka
in the concept art of episode 11, it’s revealed that one of the silhouettes above is hitomi’s; uncontrollably crying caused by the guilt she feels over sayaka’s death. madoka, knowing the truth, is unable to comfort her
however, after madoka becomes a goddess and takes her away, sayaka doesn’t leave a body. in wraith arc, which serves as a sequel of the series, hitomi confesses she didn’t confess to kyousuke, lost sleep due to the guilt and begs kyouko for some information about her whereabouts
i hope she gets a bigger role soon!
REBLOG if you don’t mind other muses falling in love with your muse, even when it is unrequited.
“Ah yes, Algebra, the enemy of my peers.”
IT WAS ALL FOR LOVE.
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headcanon
Hitomi really likes stationary? Like really elegant journals and such, she owns tons of really cute journals and pens.
- - Consolations
|| { † } || It was upon those words when Homura physically stiffened, blood frozen and mouth arid – it was as if that girl’s tongue had driven a stake through her naked bosom.
She knew…
God, of course she knew, for how much longer was the raven-haired going to maintain that sickeningly virtuous pretence? It was needless to mention that the act was up. There was no way that she was escaping this, no way without shedding blood. Vehement panic burned through Akemi Homura, visible through dry, aghast eyes and barely trembling lip. Such ardent flare of emotion gave impetus to the rise of suppressed bestial desires … { what the hell, right? If that girl knew anyway, it was probably as good as over. }
Abruptly lunging, the Vampire made a swift charge forward and knocked Hitomi’s delicate form against the wall behind them. Honed nails sunk fiercely into the girl’s arms, holding her in place, as if Homura had caught the same prey as she did that one night where she failed to let her die.
She growled threateningly: ╳❝ If I were you, I’d think twice before testing my luck – ❞
It was a perfect opportunity to tear the fool apart, prove her wrong at once, punish her for her mockery. Hitomi was quite literally trapped in her unshakable grasp; one deft movement and she could be reduced to nothing but shreds and strings of bloody flesh between the predator’s pallid fingers. So, spurred by this very thought, Homura moved…
… And dropped the human’s arms from her hold.
Slumping her full weight against that wall in defeat, she released an exhausted series of breaths into the heavy, stagnant air surrounding them. Homura screwed her eyes shut in frustration. And here she was calling the girl the fool…
╳❝ … I don’t understand… you should be afraid of me… This is the second time I’ve threatened your life, and yet… ❞
Perhaps it was that they were both fools. The Vampire had released her, and yet the girl hadn’t moved an inch. { was she paralysed from fear? } Homura hung her head, cold sighs ghosting on Hitomi’s flushed skin beneath her in their close proximity. Sullen red eyes met emerald, before briefly flickering to the girl’s lips, and ironically it was as if the world was momentarily suspended in time. Homura didn’t even realise she was leaning in.
A gamble. This moment was a gamble. She would either prove that she was right and live. Or learn she was wrong and not see the end of it. Since this morning she knew that talking to Akemi Homura was going to be a gamble. One where she could very easily dance on the brink of her own destruction. She hadn’t paid mind to the last part. Despite being human, she wasn’t entirely afraid of dying.
Hitomi found herself in a dangerous situation fast. The sudden change in Homura’s demeanor noticed, only for a second. She barely saw Homura as she pressed them to the wall behind them. Her arms suddenly feel a sharp pain of talons digging into her skin.
A fool. She was a fool to think she would win this gamble. She had been so sure of that look her eyes…. had her bets placed on being right. Now she was going to pay. But she would face it head on. Her eyes still on her predator and possible destruction, soft but strong. She wouldn’t be begging for her life as she held her breath for the third gamble she had made today.
The threatening words made her hold her breath as she prepared for her fate. Apologies and prayers running through her head as she painstakingly counted the seconds before everything went dark. Mother, Father, Grandmother... Madoka-san, Sayaka-san, and Kamijou-kun.
Until... She felt the warm air on her arms brand new injuries. The weight of Akemi Homura now on her and the wall that was against her back and letting out hard breaths she didn’t know the vampire was capable of doing. She let out the breath she was holding for so long. She was alive, she won the gamble. She felt just as winded as Akemi Homura that she was alive than Homura was that she couldn’t bring herself to kill her.
Talk about irony.
‘You should be afraid of me…’ At the statement, the girl was unsure how to answer… How was she going to explain that she had put her total being on the line over the belief of someone she had met days ago? Or how her fear of dying wasn’t even in her mind but the fear of Homura staining her hands even more was. She didn’t feel hatred or fear for the other. Just so much relief and also some sort of sympathy for the other girl.
Her racing heart and spiked temperature from the flush expression her face was probably making was cooled by Homura’s stone cold figure. And when her eyes met not purple but red eyes, her heart was racing for another reason.
She was prey, simple easy prey that fell into a beautiful predators spell. When she noticed her classmate lean forward, she could feel her own hot breath hike up. Her entire body felt more stuck now than when Homura had trapped her.
And then, their lips met.
Unsure if it was Homura or herself who had closed the distance. But the rush of emotions flooded so quickly she thought she would drown. Yesterday, she felt herself drowning over grief, inability to even think straight from the cold words that were spoken. Today she was drowning in this, the total opposite of yesterday. Her body temperature felt like it was spiked up. Her face red from her cheeks to her ears. Her legs felt like they would collapse from under her. It felt like an eternity passed her in Homura’s cool embrace.
She pulled away for a breath. Her face probably just as flushed as almost being killed. Her throat unsure if she could produce words as she felt her hands shaking and trying to brush away a stray hair. How was one supposed to speak clearly after that? After the kiss that felt like it had taken her breath away over and over.
“A-Akemi-san, I don’t understand... but... I’m not afraid of you. Not since I remembered that look... I took a gamble.”
- - Consolations
|| { † } || Wordlessly, intrigued, Homura had allowed herself to be pulled out of her seat by the girl. She’d been half-expecting this after all. Silently, the Magi followed, cold hand loose in Hitomi’s. The other girl’s skin felt warm and tender to the touch against her own lifeless digits, and for a moment Homura wondered if Hitomi had already noticed the difference between their respective temperatures. Not that it mattered. Not that she cared.
The atmosphere was…different as they walked together through the glass of the school corridor. There was a certain heaviness to the air now, as if Hitomi had somehow gained awareness about the elephant in the room. Homura was bothered by how mentally exposed she felt herself to be. Clearly her previous attempt to drive that girl away hadn’t been successful for whatever reason; Shizuki Hitomi seemed to be just as adamantly persistent as always.
She wasn’t as weak as the Magi thought. All these timelines and Hitomi had only been a pawn on the chessboard, the smallest variable. Perhaps that was where Homura had miscalculated. Perhaps all this time, Homura underestimated that girl. That callow, virginal girl she’d never considered to be any more significant than ‘the catalyst of Miki Sayaka’s inevitable undoing’.
As they advanced toward the secluded roof – the very place where Homura had taken Hitomi just days earlier in their ‘exchange’ – the Vampire realised that she could literally just savage her now, drag the human away from prying eyes and drink that body until nothing was left. The very thought dried her throat in anticipation, yet… Homura didn’t want to. There was nothing there motivating her anymore. She wondered if she would even try to fight back if Hitomi threatened a knife on her.
╳❝ …Very well. You have me here now. Funny, I thought you never wanted to see me again. ❞
Her voice was cool as stone as always, yet carried the smallest hint of doubt. She reclined against an adjacent wall and averted eye contact from the other girl. Homura was usually not the type to care about this sort of tension, but today she couldn’t shake off its presence. How bothersome…
Emerald eyes stared at the other girl. Why was she more mentally open now than the day before when she tried to be honest with her? But she could hear the doubt, the difference in her voice from their few encounters.
“Even though I said such a thing, we’re in the same class and you would be still watching Madoka-san who is my dear friend. I can’t really not see you even if I tried.” With a small sad smile on her face, she released her hand from her grip. The difference was indisputable. Her hand heating up almost immediately that she could feel it almost burning compared to the feel of their hands together. It was like touching her grandmother’s hand one last time at the funeral parlor. Cold, rigid, and callous... the role she tried to play.
...It honestly looked kind of sad now that she was looking at her, exposed. No calculations in place. There was a script that was followed by Akemi Homura and Hitomi’s part was obviously one that hadn’t been there. Not until now, not until Hitomi decided to write her own story. Not until... Akemi Homura tried to hurt her and then saved her...
“I’m sorry, Akemi-san.” The first thing she wanted to say, done. “Despite everything, I think can see right through you. Even now. Maybe I am wrong... but it’s a feeling. You have hurt people before. You could probably hurt me right now even you feel like it. But you’re not. That... first night, I didn’t remember it at first. But you were going to kill me, correct? I wasn’t important enough to keep alive. But you stopped. You didn’t kill the expendable me that you saw. And I saw something not the monster that you shown yourself to be. It looked human.”
“Perhaps I am giving you too much credit, but I’m not dead yet. Why? I don’t understand especially with all the things you said. You have had plenty of times to do so, our first encounter on. From what I understand, you have the ability that you could have done it so seamlessly that it would be like I didn’t exist. Even this moment, you could rip me apart... but you aren’t. You can’t even properly look me in the eyes and you were late, if I was that much of a nuisance... Don’t even dare say it’s because of Madoka, You’re transparent, it’s something more, isn’t it?”
After a beat, she bit her lip. Was she really just wasting her time? But... “Look me in the eyes and say I really don’t matter. Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m a nuisance or that I’m wrong... Just please say something, the truth. You don’t owe me anything... I know that but just this... one thing, the truth.”
魔法少女で志筑仁美 by kojiou
※ Permission to upload this work was granted by the artist.
pOPS ON HERE BECAUSE I’M SO HAPPY HITOMI IS GONNA BE IN THE NEW STORY...
ALSO BALLET THEME.
I’M CRYING GUYS BUT I’M ALSO SUFFERING FROM FINALS.
Hi. Yo.
I’m in the fandom again but honestly I’m not as close to people here as normal so listen up.
please don’t send messages to me constantly. At the moment, it’s like 1:30am, I’m just laying down and waiting to fall asleep while listening to a stream, it’s late. I’m not exactly in the mind to talk.
Most of the time, I really won’t talk much anyway. Please don’t push me???
“How quiet...”
