For this year’s Pride Month, I’ve made a custom Twitter header (the one at the top)—along with the custom header (and profile pic) for the year before that! 🌈🏳️🌈
It was odd. Odd that this battle upon the sands was never consumed by the taut heat of the land, its thirst for sustenance ripening the war that continued. Homura raged on the field, scuttling through the unquenched crowds of Nero’s army. Her mere flesh would not stop her from cutting her foes down, but the three suns beat her with every slash of her sword. Tis was her dragged weakness!
“All focus on the dark haired one!” For Mother’s sake, she had spoken her inner musings once again. Many more of these lowly soldiers had surrounded her. “Overheat her!”
Homura was at a standstill. If she could find one of her fellow crew members, they could help her through the simmering heat. She drew her sword close by her side, the blade’s heat radiating against her cheek. From which she drew upon the energy, she let out a fearsome cry, “Single-Sword Attack: Snake Bite!”
Lunging forth she effortlessly blew an opening through the ranks. Running as fast as her tired legs could take her, dodging the flying bullets. A bowl of dust swirling about as she made her escape. Soft rays of light bounding about Eden’s enemies coming to a singular image. There were so many Rebecca’s, could this have been a mirage. Homura had been the only one sent to this sector.
“Seems like you have this handled, I’m heading back to the city sector.” Rebecca’s laugh rang out as the soldiers piled up around them.
Homura shook her head, the sweat soaking into her garments. She could barely see with the salt in her eyes.
“No? You said no, right? P-Please tell me you said no.” Her teammate chided with humor, before settling with disbelief. Rebecca huffed and shot a suspect guard trying to creep closer. Fury raveled out of her sharp tone, “I’m trying to have a conversation here, have a little respect!”
Homura struggled with her hubris, much like an exhaust failing to pump she stumbled forward. “Help me.”
Rebecca stabilized her with the grace of her divine hands. A pang of guilt throbbing through her, she was supposed to be the sword. Homura had failed.
“Don’t worry, you’ve done enough Homura. I’ll take you back to the rebels.” She threaded her limbs around her slim frame, effortlessly popping Homura onto her back. Never had she realized Rebecca’s physical strength. “After this is all over, we can take a bath at home.”
Rebecca zipped through the surrounding city blocks. The hot breeze unwelcomed upon her face, but at least she was here. Homura let the rest of her exhaustion go, accepting the bliss of being saved for once.
Sometimes I think if they ended up landing on a planet to just relax and be idiots together, this is the kind of shit they would get up to. And of course it makes for good(?) BCube content sooo🌠
rebecca will absolutely murder anyone who so much as breathes wrong in homura's direction. homura slander is not allowed in this household and rebecca enforces that.
rebecca took homura on an ice cream date this one time, and got homura to try the mint ice cream. homura spent the entire time with her face screwed up as she ate it. rebecca offered to finish it for her, but homura insisted she liked it. (her face said otherwise.)
the first time homura and rebecca met, homura spent the following 12 hours, shoulders deep in gay panic, because- HOLY HECK- WEISZ YOU DIDN'T SAY SHE WAS THIS PRETTY-
weisz absolutely suffered before they got together. for some reason they both chose him to go "ahhhh" at and he was sworn to secrecy with a threat on his life (via swords and guns respectively). he nearly cried in relief when they got together.
homura has yet to actually put into words how in love with rebecca she is. she tries, though, believe me she tries. but words fail her when gay is on the brain.