#pmmm asks

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I wish to be in a wonderful relationship with my one true love, starting tomorrow. (btw, these have been really awesome so far!)

(thanks!  and sorry it took me so long to get around to yours! :O  also i don’t know your sexuality so i’m gonna use gender neutral pronouns for your love :D)

You can barely sleep tonight, knowing your wish will soon be granted.  You remember all the times you spent with them.  You were friends, but not close.  You didn’t understand all the things that they liked, but it was their passion and their flair and their spark that drew you to them.  They are different from the others, you have known that for a long time.  And as soon as you realised this, you were set on making them yours.

The next day you awake to a ring on your doorbell.  Your love is there, with your favourite food for breakfast and a bunch of flowers.  Stumbling over the words they declare their love for you.  You are ecstatic.  That day is wonderful, you spend every moment together.  You never knew you had so much in common.  

The next few weeks are amazing.  The days you spend with your love, the nights hunting witches.  You’re not the best magical girl ever, but you work hard and soon improve.  It helps that your self esteem and confidence is boosted by the knowledge that whatever happens, your love will adore you.

But soon you start getting frustrated.  Your love seems different.  They never talk about their interests that differ from your own, they agree with everything you say, they are with you every minute.  Sometimes you feel like they don’t even have a life of their own.  And gradually you realise that gone is the spark that made you love them.  You start to drift away.  But they won’t let you.  They are desperate for your attention, they demand to know where you go every night.  They seem to have lost themselves in their adoration of you.

Upset and angry, you throw yourself into your magical girl duties, taking out your frustration on the witches you fight.  But your love is lonely, empty without you.  One night they decide to shadow you, following you into a witch’s labyrinth, unaware of the danger.  Crying out your name, they are cut down brutally in front of you.  Distraught, you run to their side.  As you sob over their corpse, you reflect that yours was a love worthy of tragic romances, so wrapped up in your grief that you don’t notice the witch rearing up to cut you down too…

[mystery-ink]

officially closing the pmmm ask challenge!

for the time being.  i'll probably want to do it again, so if any of you have wishes then you'll have to wait until next time :P  

i have 3 more wishes in my askbox and i'll write them out sometime tonight. but i really have to eat and get some work done, so that takes priority!

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*for the Madoka Challenge* I wish to have a happy future.

Your wish soon takes effect.  The very next day in school you are given the highest grades on an essay you turned in, your popularity suddenly increases, and you’re chosen for a scholarship scheme that will put you on the path to your perfect career.  You’re elated.  Even your fights with witches go well.  Your good fortune doesn’t stop coming, and for weeks you’re inundated with happiness.

Then, your sister’s grades start slipping.  Your best friend falls ill.  Your father is too busy at work to come home.  Your mother starts drinking.

You don’t notice.  You’re too busy being the best at fighting witches, working hard at your scholarship scheme, being interviewed for wonderful positions, enjoying your good luck and your good health.

Slowly, people start to resent you.  You barely spend any time with your sister and your best friend.  As the school goes bankrupt, you leave and sweep into your wonderful new life.  Magical girls working in your area get killed off one by one.  The good fortune that has befallen you is being leeched from everyone else.

But you don’t know.  And you wouldn’t care if you did.  After all, if you have a happy future, what does it matter if no-one else does?

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For the Puella Magi ask challenge: My wish is for cures for Alzheimer's, MS and Cancer that were cheap and readily available to the public.

(tw: suicide)

Your wish is granted, and within a day cures are magically available: stocked in doctor’s offices, chemists, even in supermarkets.  Baffled but grateful, people buy them in the hundreds, saving thousands of lives.

Satisfied, you go about your duties as a magical girl.  Thanks to the power of your wish, you have enhanced healing capabilities, and are even able to heal others too.  You become very popular, and gather quite a following.  But it isn’t long before things start to go wrong.

Your group starts to see you less as a fighter and more as a tool: you’re dragged into every mission just in case you’re needed to heal them.  And you discover that your soul gem needs rapid tending to if you’re to keep up your healing.  This causes conflict in the group: your friends don’t see why you should get the bigger share of the grief seeds collected, yet they continue to leech off your healing.  

In the meantime, the cures are wonderful, but there are side effects.  Some lose their hearing, some people lose their sight, some people lose the use of their legs, some people lose their memories.  For each person cured there seems to be a price to pay.  Desperate, the doctors try and find out why this is happening, but the cures appear magically: science isn’t even close to catching up and testing proves nothing. Everyone reacts differently; there are no continuous factors.  The outrcy is immense and a witch hunt begins.  Who developed this cure, and why?  Doctors’ surgeries are trashed, research facilities raided.  No-one trusts the medical profession any more.

You are distraught.  Everything has gone wrong.  You watch as hospitals burn.  You watch as your friends turn on you, resentful of the very healing you gave them, frightened that they will lose something too.  You start to believe you are cursed, that everything you touch is tainted with poison.  You lock yourself in your room, disconnecting yourself from the outside world, slipping willingly into insanity.  So when a witch whispers in your ear, tempting you to open your window and step into the air, as penance for your sins, you can’t help but agree with her…

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For the wish thing- I wish to know every story in the world

As soon as you make your wish you are inundated with knowledge.  Stories invade your mind - you know every character, every plot, every twist, every tale human minds have ever and will ever concoct. And for a moment it’s overwhelming, then it fades.  You know the stories but they are tucked away in your memory.  

Delighted, you spend hours just thinking them, accessing a story and letting it fill your mind.  In your spare time between fighting witches, you sit and let the stories wash over you, truly escaping into fiction.  This soon takes a toll on your life.  Gradually, you prefer the company of these tales over your boring, normal friends.  It doesn’t matter though.  You have all the friends you need in your head.  There is no need to read books or go to films.  They are all already in your mind, waiting to be discovered.

But soon reality begins to blur.  You’ll be doing something ordinary, shopping, when you suddenly remember a similar incident in a story.  The story surrounds you and you forget what you were doing, where you were going.  You see people and address them as characters you know well, you walk paths you’ve known from a story, you start to confuse yourself with the myriad of narrators in your head.

The stories start to spill out from your mind as you lose touch with the world, threads of them filling your vision.  You wander into different lands, have adventures you recognise from fairytales, live entirely in your stories.  And you never even realise that for quite a while now, you’ve been trapped inside your own witch’s labyrinth…

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(it’s up to you how long you’ve been trapped.  personally, i think right from the moment you made the wish)

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I wish to travel far and start a successful new life in another city

And so you do!  You swiftly rise up the ranks of your chosen profession, getting promotion after promotion.  Everyone likes you, you have a wonderful new home, and you enjoy your magical girl duties too.  Everything is going well for you.

But you have rivals.  There are others that seek to be as successful as you.  To maintain your position you have to take on more and more work, causing stress.  Yet rivals still threaten you at every turn.  They are envious of you.  How can you have so much at once?  The perfect job, the perfect house, surrounded by friends and with all the talent in the world?  Your rivals grow resentful, angry, seek to sabotage you.  

They use the fact that you have come far to their advantage, alienating you from your friends.  They spread seeds of discontent at your work, breeding hatred.  They criticise you and pick at you until you even begin to doubt yourself.

But you’re a successful magical girl too.  And when you discover a witch is in the area you lure her to your rivals, revealing them as perfect victims for a greedy, vindictive witch…

[mystery-ink]

"I wish.... That you wouldn't grant this wish!"

Kyubey blinked.  ”What you prepose is a logical paradox.  I hope you’re prepared for the consequences.”

You chuckle and nod, a smug smile spreading across your grey-tinged face.

“Alright then.”

Kyubey walks away swiftly, as you disappear into a puff of logic.

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(spot the Hitchhiker’s reference)

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For the Puella Magi ask challenge. My wish is to stay young forever, to never die.(or become a witch if that is even possible) thanks can't wait to see what you come up with.

You soon regret your wish.  Beaten, bruised and broken in your battle with witches, you take a long time to heal.  You have limited healing powers as part of your wish: you can never die, but your body heals at a normal rate.  All wounds eventually heal (even those your doctors swore never would), but over time the scars that hold the proof of your struggles criss cross your body over and over again.

You get better at fighting though, and become quite renowned.  You even form a team, having the time to cultivate deep friendships with your fellow magical girls.  However, news of your wish spreads and to every friend you make, there is always an opponent hoping to be the one to finally slay the immortal.  They never do, and they never tire, and you get sick fighting your own kind.  

But at least you still have your friends.  Until they die.  But you make new ones.  And they die.  On and on and on for years, decades, centuries.  Your family is long gone, you are an alien in a foreign future.  And no matter how much you distract yourself battling witches, the screams of your friends echo in your ears.  No matter how many sleeping pills you take, their deaths are replayed again and again in your dreams.

Still you fight.  You don’t even remember why any more.  You hate it.  Yet you carry on, your actions automatic, robotic.  You no longer care for people and their problems, much less your own.  You no longer care for life.

After thousands of years the world erodes, disappears.  Apocalypse is certain given a long enough timeline, and you have the longest timeline in reality.  The world wastes away, the sun dies, and you are left, suffocating in space, barely clinging to your eternal youth.

And that’s how she finds you.  She’s been watching you your entire life, unable to intervene.  Her wish is to do with witches, and you never succumbed to that.  Even when she changed things, she couldn’t save you.  But now she embraces you, and gives you your final, hard earned reward.  You are the only magical girl in the history of time to wish to undo your wish, and have it granted.

(this was the only fic to have a happy ending, so i made sure it was damn miserable before that!)