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Act I : Start

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” OH, OH, OH, ho-mu-ra chaan ~ ! you seriously can’t be that naive, can you ? everyone knows the boys LOVE the moe girls like you and madoka-chan ! they’re gonna be all over you like ’ oh my ~! homura-chan, you’re an adorable transfer student i can’t take it ! please marry me and be my wife ~ !’

ooohhhh, i get it now ! the ‘cute and moe’ thing s just an act, and it’s your plan to get all them to goggle at you ! ah ha ! i KNEW it was too good to be true ~! “

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' "Moe"...?

I'm not exactly sure what that means, Sayaka-chan...

I guess I am a little confused, but naive?

A-Am I supposed to be??

It doesn't sound like it...!

...A-Ah! Boys?! M-Marriage?!!

What are you...what are you talking about?

I don't think...I understand. '

#logs #saayachaan #act i: start #v: innocence

break in, break bones

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'You have three seconds to explain

how you got into my house,

and why you are here.'

#logs #inconsiderate-witch-hunter #break in break bones #v: perseverance #((I never did publish this? It was in my drafts. Here is your one-liner several months later I am so-- )

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#{{ chords echoing in my ears like the roars of a fallen mermaid }}#audio

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'Even after all this time,

following you guys and trying my best to think,

I can't choose.

I don't-- ...I still don't know what to wish for.

I'm sorry.'

#v: discovery #open #logs

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'A magical girl? I don't...understand.

Those are...real?'

#open #logs #v: discovery

shinsennotoshi

I feel so god damn tired

and I can’t escape the things I’ve lost

the cycle repeats and repeats

#{{ thoughts }}#musings

dahvmandasz

#{{ these words i can't explain bloom underneath my feet }}#flowers

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I shall always rise.

#{{ chords echoing in my ears like the roars of a fallen mermaid }}#audio

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Music Challenge: 16 of 365 I called everyone to go driving at sea side, I roll down the wind and hear the hot radio Isn’t this just like paradise? I’m thankful for the voice of my sweet sweet friends

#{{ chords echoing in my ears like the roars of a fallen mermaid }}#audio

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#{{ chords echoing in my ears like the roars of a fallen mermaid }}#audio

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Yuki Kajiura - “Sagitta luminis”

#{{ chords echoing in my ears like the roars of a fallen mermaid }}#audio

'Madoka?

More like

Ma-doki,

amirite?'

#//// totes ic #crack #???#((Don't reply ogngfm;; just wanted to let you all know I am on and replying to threads!)

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【おた】girlfriend「ピアノアレンジ」

Piano arranged and performed by おた (Ota) Original by 古川本舗 (Fullkawa Honpo)

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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.

#logs #nequedeam #v: pernicion #frayed ribbons & broken lenses #((I'm sorry this starter sucks so much hhfhfh I had the worst block when writing this???)#((Tell me if you need me to rewrite this okay??)

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The figures lumbering over towards the three before them were all together for this time and two of them were at least willing to fight somehow — though it wasn’t exactly some equal ground for them all to stand on, seeing as one was armed with many weapons and skilled with them as well — and the other was sitting on the throne of the cosmos, controlling and composing all that there was, had been, and will be in the future. A special force to be reckoned with.

With Homura doing her job, the Goddess simply sat behind her, her feet only so far away from the ground itself as both hands were placed on her shoulders firmly though gently all the same, to never cause difficulty when she was firing those arrows of hers. Watching her go to work like this was always some amazing pleasure to behold and she wouldn’t trade simply watching for anything.

The Goddess simply witnessed the beautiful grace that the ravenette held up on her shoulders, doing everything with smooth actions as she continued to shoot and the pinkette held her hand against her forehead at the time, doing her best to calm her anxieties until the specters had left them all alone for the night, the female removing that hand when the cause had been removed at the same time.

At the thanks the moment everything had cleared, the female brought herself to smile and she let go of the ravenette’s shoulder very slowly, moving to stand before her. Ah, the Puella Magi was too sensitive to the Goddess at times so to see her thanking the girl who she didn’t even view at the moment meant that she could feel her there — feel her hands on her shoulder, her hand adjusting hers, and her voice, perhaps.

All the same, the Goddess brought a hand up and she brushed it over the other’s hair, doing her best to get some form of interaction through the wall between them. A wall of comsic status — of amazing magic.

” You did so well …

Thanks isn’t needed because it was your work that deserves praise.

I only watched.”

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The breeze surrounding Homura slowed, playfully nipping at her ankles. Her hair, previously whipping in the wind, fell onto her back, only rustling when a gust of wind was particularly strong. Looking down at her feet, she balanced on one foot and swished the dirt around her away. Once there was adequate space for her to sit without dirtying her clothes, she tucked her skirt underneath her, gracefully descending.

The creature perched on her shoulder hopped to the ground, languidly swishing his tail. Releasing a clutch on cubes she didn't realise she had, Homura threw them behind her, knowing that she could be as careless with the action as she wanted. Kyubey would, no doubt, catch them.

A mix of emotion left her in a heavy sigh. Curling her legs to her chest, Homura digs her chin into her kneecaps and wraps her arms around herself. Another sigh escapes, this one shuddering, quiet.

Now that she was closer to the wind swirling around her, she could be at peace. She had never told her there would be faint hints of her on the lands of this new world; there had only been a mention of being beside her and protecting her like always. At first it was beams of light reflecting from mirrors, windows, metal, then a series of events that one would find to be 'lucky'. The rushing air was a new addition, but because it kept her hair out of her face she didn't have to flip it away as much.

Her hand subconsciously reached for a particular lock, the need to remove it from her shoulder suddenly greater than it was a few seconds ago. Fingertips touching ebony tresses yielded back, first in alarm. Upon realising the unnatural warmth could have been from the warm winds dancing on the rooftop, they delved back into her locks.