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@frayedheartpieces​ asked:  “/)///v///(\” madoka @ homura

“I’m going to fail again.” Homura’s fingers wrapped around the links of the fence defeat, head pressing against the cool metal beside her hand. The Incubator had just left the roof, leaving the girl alone to her thoughts that were spoken aloud. It was only herself, after all, that she felt comfortable speaking to. Herself, and Madoka.

“I’ll have to go back again, for her sake.” Further back, probably, to ensure Kyubey did not get his grubby paws on her once more. Stepping away from the fence, her hand moved towards her wrist, thinking to transform and obtain her shield. However, she stopped, fingers hovering over her soul gem. “…I still have time…” She mumbled gently before taking another step back and seating herself on a bench.

“All I have to do is protect her a little longer. Madoka’s already made her contract, but…” A small glance down at her soul gem again, Homura let out a sigh. “But I have time, I can spend a little more time with her…I can see that smile...That beautiful, beautiful smile.” Her own lips perked a little at the thought of Madoka, violet colored eyes closing behind lids, imagining the pinkette in front of her.

“She’s so kind this time around…As kind when I first met her.” Homura breathed, relishing the images behind her lids. “Calling me her friend, caring for me so much? It makes me want to just tell her.” Slowly opening her eyes, she lifted her hand, gesturing out before her.

“What would she say? If I told her I loved her? That I’ve loved her for years’ worth of time and that I’d do anything to hear that she doesn’t find me repulsive?” Her smile faded, hand dropping down towards her side. “Even if closer and closer to becoming a witch, it doesn’t matter what happens to me as long as she can keep her sweet smile and kindness. That cheer she has inside of her, that’s….that’s what’s important.”

“She can hate me, find me the villain, I won’t care, as long as she doesn’t change. But even as she is now, even if we’re…she’s…doomed, I’ll do it over and over again until I get it right. I’ve messed up already, so…I hope she can forgive me for being selfish.” A hand moved to her heart, closing her eyes once more. “I just want a little longer with her, to love that smile a little longer before she doesn’t remember who I am again.”

Dipping her head a little, her voice turned a fraction softer as she parted her hair, bringing the two sides to the front, emulating her braids she had discarded before a hand lifted up again, as if offering to be held. “…Kaname-san…will you please accept my feelings?” Violet eyes opened slowly, the gentle smile adorning her features.

“I wish I could have told you that a long time ago.” Shaking her head, the hair shifted back into place, the girl turning on her heel. “Maybe…No, it won’t matter if I say that now. Even if she did, I…I already know how this will end.”

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@frayedheartpieces​  ♡ ‘d for Xion!

It had been a few days since they had departed the Destiny Islands to make home within Twilight Town. With Lea spending time with Isa, it was left for the girl to adjust within a body with Roxas. Yet so much time had passed, so little offered between them, even in the days proceeding the final battle, Xion nearly felt nervous around her friend. 

After the last they had seen of each other? When she had died? How was she supposed to waltz back into his life as if nothing had ever happened? 

A breath taken, and a hand extended out towards the blond before her, as if reaching out to take his hand in hers. Yet, she stopped, swinging it forward to lift up, gesturing towards the far side of the street, several shops down. “Roxas...” She murmured, her tone relatively soft. “Did you want to get some ice cream? I know...it’s not the same without Axe--Lea here, but...Maybe we can save one for him and Isa later?”

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@frayedheartpieces​ wanted a starter with Anzu

With no dance practice nor any sort of odd job occurring, Anzu had arrived at Ryou’s door with a bright smile and bereft of uniform. Instead, her attire was more akin to her plainclothes, something relaxing for the dancer and also nicer than most times. Perhaps enough to consider to be date attire. “Are you ready?” She inquired as he approached the door before hesitating and lifting her hands up.

“I promised we would do whatever you want today, so I’m asking if you have any ideas.” She amended, not wanting him to simply assume she was going to drag him off into an outing without any say of his own. “Even if not, we’ll come up with something together. But anything you want, I’m ready for whatever you want. Just name it, and I’ll be ready.”

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@frayedheartpieces​ wanted a starter with Aerith

Important things were occurring around them at all times, no shortage of tasks that they needed to do in their search or in their goals. However, a small time of calm had come over them and riding their group’s chocobo to the Golden Saucer, it was a nice change of pace from simply battling and growing stronger.

It offered them a chance to grow closer. Particularly two individuals in the party, who had decided to pair together for the occasion while the others tended to business they had in other regions. After all, Aerith didn’t want to go back to Midgar already and Cloud had offered the alternative.

Dismounting, her bangled hand fell to her side, nearby the proclaimed Solider’s. “It’s still so lively here.” Aerith remarked in awe, offering a bright smile to her date of sorts. “Thank you for bringing me here. I really prefer spending time with you in a setting like this.”

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@frayedheartpieces​  ♡ ‘d this starter call!

Things had been relatively quiet as of late, the clock ticking towards an unseen goal that Homura kept constantly in her mind. Things were different this time around, different in a better way. Madoka was kind to her, so much so that the ravenette felt she could almost forget the horrors of what had happened. What was to come of them.

For now, she approached Madoka in the sacred spot above the school, the pristine white of the surroundings clashing with her dark tones. Everything on her was touched with purple and black, aside from one new addition she carefully held in her hands: a small bento, wrapped in light pink. Standing before the other girl, Homura offered the package to Madoka.

“…I made this. For you.”

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Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship || Selectively accepting

@frayedheartpieces​​ asked:  👫👫 Madohomu and ryouanzu?

Homura often forgets to eat, but typically Madoka always makes her lunch for her. There is never any scraps left, no matter how much food was made, so she never wastes even a single grain of rice. Sometimes Homura will attempt to make a lunch for Madoka, and will always put much more obvious care than in her own meal.

Whenever they go out on dates, Homura always wears a tulip scented perfume, because she found out by chance that it is one of Madoka’s favorite flowers.

Homura finds it hard to touch Madoka most of the time, because she gets easily flustered by her. Even holding hands can be difficult, but as she slowly adjusts, whenever she seeks comfort, Homura will always reach for Madoka’s hand first, then for her shoulder.

After passing the month’s timeline, Homura dedicates herself to ensuring that Madoka studies and partially learns by teaching her. It’s a promise between them to keep going in their studies, even with everything else that affects them.

Dance lessons with Ryou was supposed to be a onetime thing, but the couple has made it into a weekly event. Anzu has excelled in terms of solo dance, but both have learned better of each other in small cues with couples dance.

Anzu easily would take a year before going to New York to accumulate a little bit more money and to cement her relationship with Ryou. There would be a small amount of long distance between them, but technology keeps them close. No matter how busy they are, Anzu always makes time to talk to Ryou for a minimum of an hour a day, and often texts him, unless she knows he’s asleep.

With her savings and some strings pulled with Mokuba (offering him exclusive tickets to shows she has connections through her teachers), Anzu often flies back to Domino (or wherever Ryou is at the time) to visit and spend her vacations with him. Dates range from movies, coffee, dancing, or just cuddling together and enjoying each other’s company.

Anzu adores leading the charge in things they do, but tends to back down and support Ryou in his decision making and doesn’t take away from his choices. Just as he supports her and her dream, she boosts him up in whatever he has his sights set on, from date ideas to life goals.

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‘ do you trust me enough? do you trust me at all? ' summer @ qrow

ask meme - growling suggestion edition | accepting

“I–”

Was the answer not obvious? Of course he trusted her. At this point, it sometimes felt like she was the only one he trusted anymore. With Raven gone and Tai at his lowest point, he couldn’t trust most of his team with things right now, and he could never trust himself. So, that left his trust in her.

“You know I trust you, Summer. I’m just… I’m just scared, okay? That what you wanted to hear? I’m fucking terrified,”

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WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE~? <3 || Still Accepting

@frayedheartpieces​​ asked:  ‘ this is really hard to ask so uh, bear with me, but um– i wanted to know if– maybe, i mean, you don’t have to – would you like to go out for dinner with me? ’ ryou @ anzu

It wouldn’t be the first date they had gone on—no, that had been taken up officially by their excursion to the theme park. Of course, nothing more had changed of their status even from that, despite the hand holding and the general closeness that they had shared on the adventure. Something more the norm for them rather than monsters, or soul stealing, or anything else that would have made it beyond the two of them.

It helped that his fan club had practically diminished since her time accompanying him alone.

So when he approached her after her dance practice, surprising her with his presence, she had been welcoming and receptive, even for the stammering he had gone through. Blue eyes were soft on Ryou as she slanted her head, chuckling softly. “Of course I would. Do you mean tonight?” She inquired, but realized from a single shift of his chocolate gaze, he did not.

No, he meant for Friday, for Valentine’s Day.

Rouge rushed across the bridge of her nose in understanding, her eyes widening ever so slightly. “O-oh!” She exclaimed, shifting a little, but not away from him. No, she liked the idea far too much. “You mean for a…romantic dinner.” Glancing away, Anzu swallowed gently before giving a sheepish smile.

“I’d…I’d really like that, Ryou.” She spoke out after a moment’s hesitation, only trying to clear her mind for what he might intend. “Do you…want to come pick me up?” Anzu offered, thinking to give it even more of a date aspect rather than something platonic. “I can be ready by six, if that’s good for you.”