#homukami

[cult-of-yuri]

Pas de deux, a troupe suicide

[hxroic-wxlls-fxrever]

“ What is WRONG with me!? “

By ‘me’, she means the other hers-

[betweenmanyworlds]

@homukami replied to your post “"Where did the term 'holy quintet' even come from,...”:

"If you think about, I think you'll realize the answer."

"I know dang well what quintet means. What I'm confused about is the holy part. The last time I recall one of us having a truly holy motif outside of goddess things was Mami, and... that did not end well! And also happened well after that term was established!"

[homura-chu]

Ultimate MadoHomu ☆ ★

Homura, the law of recycles; Madoka, the law of cycles. The roles they play in my pmmm AU, NodoMagi.

Did a bit of a redesign for Madokami’s dress, and designed a new Homukami dress. ^^

Twitter

[lawofcycles-blog]

@homukami @filiasusceptor

in a soft light , the sounds of heels gently clicking on the ethereal dimension is heard. it seems someone responded to those feelings ; and so , she was here. the law of cycles that belonged to that ‘ demon ’s world. miki sayaka’s little sister , who had transcended godhood to save that frail dream.

  “ you received sayaka-chan . . . no--     manju-san’s letter , right ?     she asked me to come see you.  ”

[coimeadaisiochana]

@homukami

“Oh, hi mom!” Bridget was used to her mother appearing out of nowhere; after all, she was a physical goddess, this was hardly the first time Bridget had seen it happen in her 18 years alive. On the other, she hadn’t expected Homura to appear while she was away from home, like this. Was she worried about her daughter? “What’s up?”

[justplayingmyrole]

homukami replied to your post: And here's a Homu to snuggle up against Beth!

Homu laughs contently as she cuddles closer to her girlfriend! “You’re always so good to rest against~”

Beth gives a chuckle, as well, rubbing Homura’s back. “You think so? I’d think it’d be kinda rough.”

[lapucelledelespoir]

“... ... ...”

Her face was contorted, her eyes screwed shut, as if she expected a great pain that wasn’t coming. When it didn’t, she opened them slowly. Immediately, her face flashed confusion.

“Where am I...? Where are the crowds and the preacher?” Or the stake, for that matter, to speak nothing of the flames themselves.

“Was it... a dream?”

@homukami