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[madokas-broken-halo]

Crimson eyes took in a familiar sight. The same school hallway. The same voice compelling her to enter the room. The same introduction. Yet this was for a far bigger cause. This was not simply her own inability to let go.

"My name is Kaname Madoka." She turned and wrote it on the board. The kids in the class grew very quiet. They turned back and forth between her and another that looked just like her. The one who Madoka already knew as the cause.

This was no longer a battle...

This was war...

She sat, and the students gathered, just like every time they had. She quickly dismissed them, turning to Homura. "Would you be so kind as to give me a tour?" All the other students looked shocked, and stared at the two of them. They obviously wondered why Madoka had picked her. The answer was simple, but they would never know.

The first move had just been made...

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nequedeam said: [It’s also nice if you want to link a picture you have on your computer to a specific person, as the link will be active until you delete the post/blog.]

Considering the Staff, I don't think that was the intention (Tumblr was designed to be used by hipsters and secondary blogs were designed to be run by multiple people), but you're right, Gold, that's another useful use for it.

[viatorintempore]

frayed ribbons & broken lenses - nequedeam

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                 When the universe was re-recreated, and the extent of Homura's power unleashed on this new world, she did not know to expect. The power of l*ve reigned victorious in the deconstruction and building of this new universe. Her d*sire shaped cities, continents, oceans and buildings; not unlike the labyrinth the noirette was trapped in, this version of Mitakihara was identical to the one before it and the one before that. Each morning she would rise, the sun greeting her, and pay her regards to everyone, soaking in the blissful life they had under her guiding hand.

                  They were lucky. She was merciful. She was kind. She loved each of them individually...or rather, her past self still considered him her closest friends. Even Madoka, the lawful goddess not meant to exist on any plane of existence, resided in the newly molded city, and Homura treated her with special care. She was the most important.

                   And herself? Also important, although only recently and not close to the scale Madoka is. A queen's chess piece on a board, she was able to move around freely and slay everything in king-pawn Madoka's way. In the end, both of them were noble, and both were together.

       {{   Dare she say it, but Homura felt warm at the thought of that.   }}

                  Even with all of this examination and research on the universe she hand-carved herself, there was still room for speculation. Like how only 10% of the deep ocean has been explored, a small amount remained unseen to Homura's eye. Therefore, when meeting glare to glassed gaze with her younger self, the levels of shock in her body weren't catastrophic. 

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December.