#magi drabble

[industria-adastra]

[PMMM] killing you, killing me (one in the same)

Summary: She sections herself into two and bites her tail, bringing about a new dawn.

Note: I am very normal about Madoka's ascension and all that entails (No)

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Kaname Madoka steadies her hands, steadies her breath, aiming hope unyielding at despair all-consuming; the bowstring is taught, her aim is true, and Kaname Madoka rends herself into two and is born anew. They scream and she screams, one and the same, chasing after each other in a neverending ouroboros. She swallows her heart and regurgitates; it’s shiny and whole, it’s torn and bitten. Threads her fingers together, palm to palm, singing, screaming. She is hope, she is despair, the alpha and the omega; digging her fingers into her chest and blood-letting the poison.

Or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she is silent in the face of non-existence, of eternity on the cross and nails in her palms.

Her humanity is the bridge between abomination and divinity, en pointe on the precipice. Resting in peace, she dreams of coffee and fresh salads, the dull staccato of plastic on plastic and laughter. It is warm, the feeling of “home”. Resting in peace, she dreams of a world where her word is law, where she gouges out her eyes and casts the first stone, unseeing of the rock stuck to her palm or the blood on her hands when she pens in the sheep.

Resting in peace, she sleeps under the light of a new dawn, dreaming with other dreamers; hand-in-hand, they leave behind their regrets. They are one, not quite all the same, but they all dreamt of hope and so it is enough. 

Kaname Madoka inhales, and the Law of Cycles exhales. The human and the divine; gently cradling dreams under the execution of rewritten cosmic code.

Resting in peace, watching over slumbering dreamers, she envisions hope unyielding, and their hands make it true.

[keikaru]

ribbons of you - Madoka Magica [Madoka & Homura]

So what would you stake your soul for to make your wish come true?

Homura’s heart stands on the battlefield and she cannot bear to see Madoka walk away.

“I’m sorry, Homura. I have to go.”

“Madoka…don’t. Don’t leave me all alone again. Madoka—”

Homura screams her name with a wail that splits the sky and her heart in two. Despair overcomes her, and her vision blurs with a wetness that makes her believe she is still human.

Madoka’s dress billows in the wind, her hair glimmers like a rose-pink dawn of hope. Her fingers curl around her bow and the only thing that betrays her promise is her eyes.

When Madoka looks back at her, Homura lifts her hand to grab her. But the pink ribbon slips through her fingers and she loses more than just her friend.

She loses the luster of the world and the one that resembles her heart.

Homura runs across the labyrinth of time and stumbles over herself. There is no exit. Not one that she can see with her eyes wide open.

But she doesn’t allow despair to fill her heart. If she did, there would be no space left for Madoka’s smile, her laugh, and her essence and her everything to be part of her.

So Homura endures. She endures not for the sake of saving humanity, but to stake her life to see Madoka’s smile one more time.

I will not let your name become synonymous with despair.

Because…to me…your name is my prayer.

“Madoka…I will save you.”

The chain of fate falls from the ceiling and clatters between her and the Madoka that cradles Kyubey in her arms.

She knows that this timeline is already slipping out of her grasp. The moment that chain falls from the ceiling to demarcate the boundary of what it means to be a magical girl, Homura is too late. She feels the pulse of the changing tides and time, the honey-like lies that Incubator tells Madoka already entices her friend.

Homura clenches her hands together, nails digging deep into her palm. The pain grants her a moment of clarity and Homura exhales. Before she could speak, a blast of white foam hits her, and she steps back. She dodges the fire extinguisher that sails toward her and when the foam settles, she sees Sayaka escaping with Madoka in tow.

“This way, Madoka! We need to go.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Homura’s heart dances to a waltz that beats far too slow to keep pace with the world. Time is her apparatus, but she lives on borrowed time. The farther she stretches her hands out to reach for Madoka, the more the lines of fate ribbon across her body until Madoka becomes the nexus of the past and future—until Madoka becomes the world.

But you’re not a concept, Madoka. You are the one person that my entire being longs for—to know your smile is to know your strength.

So will I pay the price of your smile with my soul.

But you’re not a concept Madoka. To me, your reason for existence is more brilliant than the culmination of this world. You exist in every shadow when there is light—you exist in my heart even when your presence feels far.

And if I had to find the center of your heart, I would not know where to look because your love is so vast.

Because love is veneration of the heart, Homura only wishes to be loved by the one who is now divinity—Madoka.

[sennenpharaoh]

A Pharaoh's Wish

How long has it been since that fateful duel? The Ceremony that allowed Atem to pass on into the Paradise of Aaru to spend eternity. How long ago was it? Time had no meaning here in the Afterlife, so all the Pharaoh could do was enjoy the Paradise and eternal rest that came with such a feat.

And rest and enjoy Paradise he did, seeing the faces of those he had lost, those that he lost against the Dark God, those that were close to him, both friend and family. The High Court, his two special friends, even his predecessor along with his Queen: his father and mother. He had everyone.

Well... almost everyone.

Each passing day there grew a sinking feeling in his chest. An emptiness that started to dig a hole inside of him. At nights, when everyone else had turned in for the night, the Pharaoh would walk to the balcony just to look up at the night sky, the same wishful plea to whatever god would listen to him.

"I miss him. I miss all of them. Everyone from the Modern World. If only there was a way I could see him again. Please... answer my wish and send me back, if only for a short while."

Every night the same plea, and every night his heart sank that much more when he was met with silence. Tonight was no different. Though when he turned around to retreat to his bed chamber...

Huh?

Red... glowing orbs? Two of them?

"Who's there-" He takes a step closer... to find nothing. Just as they appeared, they were gone.

Confused, he retreats to his bedchambers for the night.

Morning struck, starting the loop all over again. Another day of sitting on the throne, laughing and playing with his friends, playing hide-and-seek with Mana and scaring Shimon once again, causing another scolding from Mahad. Though this time, as he's sitting on the throne he notices...

"...?"

It was behind a pillar, but he could see it. Those glowing red orbs again. Looking at them he could gather that they looked like... eyes. And a small body. Four legged. A Ka? Was someone else here? He was about to call a guard to assess the potential threat when-

Do not be alarmed, Pharaoh. I am but a visitor.

"...!!!" It can talk?!

Though... it is quite interesting that you can see me. Only those with the Potential are able to see me and hear me. Tell me, Pharaoh...

Do you have a wish you would like to be granted?

Just what was this creature talking about? A wish? What does it think it is, a god?

The creature just stared at the Pharaoh.

Whenever you want to make a wish for a miracle to happen... call me. I'll be waiting.

"What are you-" He began to sit up from his throne, only to notice the creature had vanished.

Days turned into nights, nights where he'd make his walk to the balcony, make his plea to whatever god would listen to return to the Modern World, only for nothing to happen and that cold and hollow feeling to grow even deeper.

That is... until one night...

It had been night after night of calling out to the gods. Wishing, pleading, begging even to return. But nothing. He was enjoying the Paradise of the Afterlife, he truly was! But no matter what there was still a hole, a feeling of loneliness that could only be filled by the one person who sent him there.

His partner.

Ever since he had crossed over to the Afterlife there was that feeling of loneliness and sadness that came with walking away from everyone in the Modern World, away from the one person who gave him the greatest gift he could ever ask for... only to have it taken from him when it was time to go. Why? The Dark God was defeated, he could finally start to live a life unburdened by fate, one he could choose. But no. He didn't belong in the Modern World, after all. His life already came to an end. But still... all the memories he made with his partner and his friends... as much as he treasured them... he wanted more. He wanted to see them again!

So there he was, on the balcony, just as usual. Looking up at the sky he made his plea as he always did, though tonight...

"Please... gods... if you can hear me... I've wished night after night to see them again, to return to the Modern World. I'm asking you- no, I'm begging you..." He dropped down to his knees, the Pharaoh's body beginning to tremble as his voice sounding more and more desperate.

"I miss him. I miss Aibou so much. I want to see him again. I didn't want to say goodbye to him. I didn't want to leave him! I wanted to stay, to enjoy the Modern World with him! With everyone! Please... grant me this one wish."

Silence once again. The Pharaoh could hear it, see it, feel it. Not in the Modern World. Not with his partner. He was still in Aaru. Alone. That familiar feeling of loneliness began to creep in as his voice started to break down, a wetness forming in his eyes that was reflecting the moonlight as they trickled down his face.

"What do I have to do to have my plea answered? What else do I have to do?! Why won't you answer me?! I'll do anything, I just want to see Aibou again! I want to see everyone again! Please... I just want to see them again... Please..." He just said it over and over again, quietly sobbing to seemingly no one.

Well... not really to no one.

"Is that what your truly desire?"

A gasp as he froze, just looking down at the balcony floor.

"Nameless Pharaoh. No, that's incorrect. Pharaoh Atem Bin-Aknamkanon. Defeater of the Atlantean God Leviathan, Conqueror of the Dark God Zorc, one who sealed the Dark God with his name and erased his memory along with his name. Defeated in the Ceremonial Duel and allowed to spend eternity in the Afterlife."

"Who are-"

"I've been watching you for quite a while, Pharaoh Atem. Your desire to return to this "Modern World" is quite the want. I must ask, is it truly something your heart desires? You said you'd do anything to have that wish granted. If that is truly what you want... I can help you."

He turned around, seeing-

"-!!! You're... You're that creature I saw in the Palace! Are you... my answer? Did the gods send you?"

"Not at all. I am not bound by your gods, though they seem to have forsaken you. I am here to make an offer. A contract. I have the ability to grant wishes and turn those I contract into Magical Girls, or in your rare case a Magical Boy. I can grant you any wish you desire, if you agree to fight and exterminate bringers of curses called Witches."

"That's why you're here? You want me to fight for you? To be tied to a destiny once again?"

The creature just blinked. "You're no stranger to fighting gods; surely fighting Witches is a fair trade for your wish to be granted, yes? But... like I said, I am not bound by your gods. And if you prefer to call out to the gods night after night for them to ignore you, be my guest. When you feel like making your wish come true, call me." The creature then turned around and began to walk away.

The Pharaoh just looked back down and closed his eyes, causing a few tears to drop to the floor. As strange as that creature was, it was right. Night after night he has wished, pleaded, begged to return to the Modern World, and each time he has been ignored. Each time he has been denied his wish to see his partner again, to see everyone again! If it means he has to accept a destiny of fighting once again, then... then...

"Wait!!!" He cried out, causing the creature to stop. When he realized that the creature didn't leave, he made his case.

"If I accept this role of your fighter, to fight these 'Witches' or whatever you call them... If I agree to your terms... you can grant my wish?"

Silence at first, before the creature slowly walked back towards the Pharaoh, jumping up onto the railing of the balcony.

"A ruler like yourself has quite the potential to have his wish granted, especially a rare case like yourself. If you're willing to accept a destiny of fighting and exterminating Witches, then tell me... what is it you truly wish for?"

The Pharaoh just looked at the creature, staring at it in disbelief. Can this... thing really grant him what the gods could not? Can he really go back into the Modern World one last time and see his friends, his partner, once again? That would also mean... he'd have to leave the people of Aaru behind. For now. He looked at the door to his bedroom, knowing that if he made this wish he wouldn't be able to see them again. At least... until death takes him once again.

"Father... Mother... Mana... Mahad... Please forgive my weakness but there's something I wish to do. I hope you'll wait for me." Wiping his eyes as he said his goodbye he stood up and faced the creature. "If what you say is true, then I'm willing to do anything to see my friends again." Taking a deep breath he exhaled and spoke clearly.

“I miss my Partner. I miss everyone in the Modern World. I want to see him again. I… I wish for a life of my own. I wish to live a life of my own, and make memories of my own. With him, with… everyone. Please, take me back to the Modern World!”

There was a pause of silence as both the Pharaoh and the creature looked at each other. Before...

"Augh! Nrrrgh...!!! Nnnnnngh...!!!"

A sharp pain in his chest as he felt some form of heat seem to lift him a little, almost as if it was trying to escape his chest. When he was able to open his eyes he could see a ball of turquoise colored light in front of him.

"Your wish is accepted. The contract is complete. Now... grasp your power, and return to the Modern World!"

The Pharaoh reached both hands to grasp onto the glowing light, bringing it close to his chest, bracing himself for whatever would come next.

"Aibou... I'm coming. Wait for me...!"

He could feel the space all around him start to warp. Behind? Ahead? Who knows? The gold of the palace fading, ethereal feeling of Aaru turning into a more concrete and physical form of the world around him. His royal attire disappearing, replaced by a familiar blue school uniform. The quiet sounds of the palace fountain replaced with the cawing of birds and rustling of trees blowing in the wind.

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In a quiet meadow, next to a pond with a few fish jumping in and out, the sway of wild plants and grasses blown by the wind, underneath a simple tree... there laid a familiar figure. Tricolored hair, fair colored skin, a blue foreign school uniform. Slowly... the figure opened his eyes, violet orbs slowly taking in the light as but a few words escaped him.

"..."

"Where... am I...? Am I... back...?"

[thewitchskiss]

The thing about having only a second-maybe less- to live is that everything hits you all at once.

There was no time. No time to escape, to move, to get away. Mami Tomoe knew that. She knew, staring into that maw, those rows of sharp teeth, that she was done for. That her life would be over in less than a second.

There was fear. The initial, instinctual, primal reaction to staring death in the face. The not-wanting-to-die, the desire to run. Hitting her in the gut all at once, that deep-rooted terror of knowing she was about to die.

She didn't want to die.

She didn't have a choice in the matter.

All she could do was accept it, that feeling of unimaginable terror still tugging at her. All she could do was think about it in that eternal moment before darkness consumed her forever. Contemplate. Reflect.

She didn't want to die.

But- if she hadn't contracted, never made that wish, she would already be dead.

She didn't regret her decision. She was dying now, sure, but at least she got a second chance at life. At least she got to live a little bit longer, experience the world a little more.

Meet new people.

Hm.

If Mami had any regrets, it was those two.

She spent so long lonely, with only Kyubey as company. She had only just found these two new girls, new friends- people with whom she could confide in and mentor.

Mami regretted not being able to fight with them. Mami regretted leaving them behind.

She'd just told Madoka that she should wish for a victory cake after this fight, right?

Mami had her life back, she was glad to have her life back, at least for a little longer. Yet she'd still never quite overcome that loneliness. And now she would never get the chance to. So close, yet so far.

There were so many disparate thoughts running through the girl's head when the end came.

In the end, Mami Tomoe didn't regret becoming a magical girl.

But she did have regrets.

The darkness, lined with rows of sharp knife-like teeth, consumed her vision.

A crunch,

The sound of glass breaking,

And then nothing more.

[catgirl-catboy]

Once, Madoka wished to be happy as a Magical Girl.  Why chance it on something that only might make her happy when she could wish for the end result?

What a fool she was. A slice of Mami's cake would have indeed made her happy. The whole thing made her feel physically sick. The only kind of sickness she can feel.

Charlotte's teeth drip with blood. Madoka is happy.

Sayaka's mother begs for information on her missing daughter. Madoka is happy.

Homura can't look at her and flees. Madoka is happy.

The world ends. This time, Madoka is genuinely happy.

[magicalpeacekeepers]

Somewhere in Shinjuku, a long time ago...

A young girl walks home, a bag slung over one shoulder and a small umbrella just barely protecting her from the torrential downpour. It was really starting to weigh down on her-- 2 years. 2 years of training, of being told her time was soon, of constant dance practice, singing practice, going through the motions of how to interact with the fans...

And yet another rejection.

She feels the tears coming on- She's always been an easy crier, but this is different- And, as if to make matters worse, she steps into a surprisingly deep puddle, loses her footing, and falls forward with a sharp cry.

Really, an absolutely miserable day.

She lays there for a moment, wallowing in her misery, before slamming a fist into the wet pavement in a rare show of anger. "I just want to be recognized! Is that so bad!?" She lays there for a moment longer, wincing as her hand begins to sting, before starting to stand. And as she does, she sees a strange shadow in front of her, in the illumination of a streetlamp--

She turns quickly, frightened, but calms upon seeing what appears to be... Some kind of weird cat? She sighs in relief, muttering that it's just a cat as she stands-- And then it speaks.

"I can make your wish come true!"

She sits there, mouth agape, as the creature jumps down from the wall above her and moves to sit in front of her, white tail swishing back and forth.

"H-huh..? What are you?"

"I'm Kyuubey! If you make a contract with me and become a magical girl, I can make your wish come true."

She sits there for a moment longer, before shakily getting to her feet, wincing as blood drips from one scraped knee. "R-Really? ...Any wish? Anything I want?"

"Anything you want, within reason! It depends on your own magical potential, you see... But the wish you said before is well within your limits!"

She stands there, looking down on the small white creature. She opens her mouth to start to speak, closes it again, and finally speaks once more.

"A-and what happens then? What do I have to do?"

"As a Magical Girl, it'll be your duty to fight Witches for the good of humanity!"

Saving people, then? Making the world a better place, alongside getting her wish granted? It almost seemed too good to be true...

Almost.

She wipes away her tears and steps forward, closing one hand into a fist. "A-Alright! I'll do it! I'll become a magical girl!"

"Tell me then, Maruyama Aya..."

"What wish would make your Soul Gem shine?"

"I..." She stands tall, looking down on the Incubator with pink eyes shining, "I want my agency to consider me properly as a potential idol. I don't want them to get hung up on anything else- I want them to see me for who I really am!"

An bright pink light shines from her chest and an intense, all-consuming pain rips through her as she doubles over, panting... And as the light forms into a small, egg-shaped gemstone and drops into her hand.

"Congratulations, Aya! All your dreams have come true!"

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Falling asleep Characters featured: Ja'far (Magi), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: anon [a/n]: One of my goals for this summer is to finally read the Magi Manga. I really hope I can get through it cause I really want to know what happens. Also, Ja'far deserves a pay raise.

You never were a hero in handling the heat of summer, sweating buckets at the first sun rays, and getting so tired without doing much at all. Living in the desert, said summer heat truly was on another level. There were so many positives about joining Sinbad and his crew in Sindria, but living with the sweltering heat wasn’t one of them. 

One of your jobs was relieving Ja’far of all the administrative duties he took on from Sinbad on top of his own. But sitting in an office, pen in hand, focusing on the papers in front of you, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. Ja’far had told you multiple times already that he was ready to take over, that you didn’t have to take on his work, and mostly, that Sinbad should step up and do the work instead -wishful thinking, both of you knowing that the king would find some way or the other to escape his administrative duties again. 

A gentle hand woke you up, and you jolted awake, nearly knocking your head into Ja’fars, who had been gently leaning over you, trying to wake you up. You had fallen asleep without even realizing it, the heat and the hours of sleep you missed finally catching up with you. Ja’far jumped back right in time, and you apologized profusely, finding yourself growing more and more confused looking at his face, where his worried expression was slowly changing into a smile. 

“what are you smiling like that for?” you said, raising an eyebrow, unable to suppress your own smile. “Your face”, he said, reaching out to your cheek, making the heat rise to your face, as he gently rubbed and showed his hand to you, stained with the ink you undoubtedly still had on your face. “oh” There was very little you could say as you felt too flustered and startled still, sleepy thoughts mixing with adoration for the man before you. “How about you go clean up and maybe lay down for a bit? I’ll take care of th-” You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “If I am going to take a break, so will you.” You grabbed the hand that was on your cheek earlier and dragged him out of the office. You weren’t sure yet what exactly you’d do, but it wasn’t working for a bit. Maybe you could take a little nap together.

[anonarat]

This loop, she swore that she would save her. Even if it meant never seeing Madoka, Homura resolved that she would eliminate all the witches, and as many of the incubators as she could.

Regrettably, she couldn’t protect Madoka forever, and eventually one of the rodents got its claws into her. Oh how she longed to reach out from the shadows, but every time she’d tried in the past, it had ended with failure. So in the shadows she would remain, at least this loop around. Always trying, struggling to protect the purest thing in the world to her, Madoka.

[l-i-b-e-r-t-y-m-u-t-u-a-l]

I think I've just realized something with figurings

My explanation will be using the US currency system, since it's what I'm used to, feel free to see what the pricing is in your country if u want to!

Usually prices range between like $50 to about like $100, even more if it's more rarer/larger in size (the smaller ones usually ranging from $6 to $30. By an blind box or just a mini figure) But with regular sized figurine, it all depends on the marketing involving with the figures.

Shows/series and movies that are popular just for the characters are gonna most likely gonna have a lesser quality look, or feel to them. Since in their mind space of the seller, their focus is on the character, rather than the lore or information that the show/series and movie that are present in these contents. While one is more focus on the media for its content and not for the characters, the details are usually more significant to match the standard of those who mainly focus on the story line.

And those who view both, the figurings are more detailed but there's usually nods to the media (these are usually seen in figures that wearing more modern clothes, rather than their typical more fancier outfits they have in their media.) The best example I could think of is the Madoka figuring with the white skirt with pink polka dots on it. Also those who haven't seen the show Puella Magi Madoka Magica series (including the side story) and the rebellion movie, This is containing spoilers but I'll try to keep it light as possible!

(photo for reference, will try to figure out how to give the description later when I'm more awake)

(No credit for this one cause I didn't trust the format of the link imbedded to this screenshot, I don't wanna get blamed for any malware viruses on any peoples devices. But there's lots of other photos of this figurine, this was the less pixelated one I could find. You can look up "Madoka Magica Ichiban Kuji" if you want to see more photos of the figurine)

In the skirt, there is a dot that resembles and eye. The sleeves and two yellow strips. She is wearing a white cat eared beanie with short braided pigtails with yellow bows. The outfit is resembling Kyubey, which is a being. (Was described as a boy in the anime from one of the characters that I will not mention for possible spoilers.) from outer space that traffics them into a deal and violates child labor laws and the children get punished if they do not checked out from the shift correctly.

(Photo of Kyubey, the animated series edition. Kyubey manga and Kyubey anime are two completely different individuals, you can't tell me other wise.)

(Credit: https://pin.it/MG2RJB0T4)

Some have believed the clothes, at least the skirt. Is made of Kyubeys fur, the skirt basically being a pelt skirt or fur skirt. Due to the similarities on the specific dot in the skirt (should be bottom right on the skirt in photo reference) and the eyeball on the right bottom corner of the many Kyubeys in the photo of him, and the similar color pallet that the figuring and the character share. Some even believe the whole entire outfit is just made out of his body, due to the vastness of his kind and the suffering that Madoka went through as a magical girl; as a form of revenge for the trauma that she faced.

Madoka Magica is one of those series that is beloved for so long is because of the flexibility of the plot (which happens due to one character) and for the uniqueness of their enemies that they face, the enemies being usually portrayed as stop motion beings, like paper or crayon drawings. And overall, a diverse of personalities and religion (shown in EP 12 of the madoka magica series, for its diversity of representation.) within each media of the Madoka Magica series (the series, manga, and the Rebellion movie)

With a healthy and a thriving fanbase, expectations are usually high with the merch. Including the simplistic things such as a keychain or a poster. And also for the craftsmanship that's usually shown in this fandoms collection that I've never seen, there was even a wood painting carved piece that looked like it should've been more expensive was really $400 dollars (yen converted to us currency)

(PHOTO IS A HUGE SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN EP 12 OF MADOKA MAGICA!!!!)

(Credit with info on process: https://www.akihabara-premium.com/en/blogs/archives/madoka_magica_ukiyo_e)

That's just one of the many examples of the craftsmanship that's put into the collectibles in this fandom.

Overall with figurines, the quality of the figurines can differentiate from the seller and on how majority of those who usually interact with the fanbase of the figurines that they're from (such as, is it seen more as an aesthetic appeal for its popularity or is it really enjoyed by the fandom.)

[novellaquill]

This would be me… I’m a good cook but when I cook spicy food I always make it above my tolerance… my mom and her side of the family loves it though..😒

Thank you for writing about Kouen you wonderful amazing human being!!!

Henlo Cookie! for the Magi surprise opening, I am once again asking for my favorite man with the goatee 😌😌😌 Maybe a tiny drabble with an established relationship, reader wants to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. One problem: the reader is royalty themselves, and does NOT know how to cook. It's disgusting but made with love. Fem or GN, whichever fits best, focus on just the whole interaction. Thank you my love! *sending another complimentary forehead smooch*

Haazzeell!! Awww you want to cook for the man with the worst goatee in the world? That can be arranged! 😇😉❤ enjoy my dear! 

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

It was a saying you had heard many times before. You often overheard the servants saying it when they talked among each other about their latest romantic endeavours. Now you and Kouen had been together for a long time already. There was no need for you to try and win his heart anymore, you were already more than sure you had it. And yet, those words stuck with you every time you heard them.

So today, you’d end those pesky thoughts once and for all.

You had stood in the kitchen for hours to create the plate of food you now held in your hands. The cook had given you the recipe to one of Kouen’s favourites, which you gladly made. The food looked a little different from the way it was usually made, but that was because you were no professional cook, right?

Eagerly, you knocked on Kouen’s door. His familiar voice told you to come in, and you nearly couldn’t contain your excitement. You opened the door, careful not to drop the plate as you held it with one hand, and closed it behind you. Kouen smiled from behind his desk as he saw you enter.

“My love, since when do you bring me my food?” he asked. “Since I made it.” You answered proudly.

The surprise was visible on Kouen’s face at your statement, though he couldn’t say he disliked the idea of you cooking for him. There was something romantic about it. He beckoned you to come closer and pulled you down on his lap as soon as you had set the plate down. You let out a slight yelp at the sudden move and looked back at Kouen, who was smiling before he leaned in to place a quick kiss on your lips.

“Thank you. As you can see, I’ve got my hands a bit full now,” his hands briefly tightened at your waist to prove his point, “so, why don’t you help me?”

You laughed at the excuse he used and lightly smacked his shoulder, before picking up the fork anyway and picking up some of the food with it. The moment you turned back towards him with the fork, Kouen opened his mouth so you could feed him. You couldn’t contain your own happiness at the sight. So this is what they meant with ‘love goes through the stomach’. He was showing such a cute side right now.

The moment he had the food in his mouth though, his expression immediately dropped. First neutral. Then it slowly contorted into disgust. You could see it was hard for him to swallow the food and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Y/N… you didn’t really follow the recipe, did you?” “I did! Except for with the chili peppers! It said I only needed to put in a little bit, but I know how much you love spicy food so I put in some extra!” “Love… how many did you put in?” “Well, they were so tiny so I put in 10!”

Kouen leaned his head against your chest.

“… Is it that bad?” you asked cautiously. “Darling, a little pepper goes a long way. I have no idea if it even tastes good because all I can feel is my mouth and throat burning. Did you taste it yourself before coming here?” “I... did not.”

You hung your head in disappointment and shame. If you had just tasted the food before coming here, you could’ve spared yourself, and Kouen, this embarrassment.

“Love.”

Kouen’s hand gently urged you to look up at him. This face was red but there was still a slight smile gracing his lips.

“I appreciate the effort, my love. But next time you want to try something like this, just follow the recipe, or ask the cook for help.”

[industria-adastra]

[Puella Magi Madoka Magica] - Love, love, love (I watched you behind bars) - [3/3] - I do adore thee

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Summary: Swallow your guilt, swallow your pain. There's always a price to pay for love.

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To love was to let go.

Homura loved, loved, loved. She tore her from the sky and then wrapped them all in silk chains. A shattered girl with the power to change the world was not fit to be loved, but she could love in turn. 

Loving meant giving. A golden cage, endless paths, endless lifetimes of smooth sailing and all the luck in the world.

Loving meant stepping back before the world shattered like her too.

She loved her especially. Dearly, violently, madly, gently. She loved her with all she had, a weak, gasping, stuttering heart patched and sewn together with raw magic. She loved her, even from far far away, watching as she slept with another loved one—joy from another in the creases at the corners of her eyes.

Homura loved Madoka, old and grey over and over again, but she did not let go.

(For Homura, to love was to stay and never let go)

[keikaru]

dreams do not end when you open your eyes - madoka magica (Homura & Madoka)

Her heart beats to the rhythm of Madoka’s name. Only Madoka’s name.

Homura’s heart is set aflame with her devotion to Madoka. She will protect her even if it means bending the laws of time to will her wish into reality.

Time will not break her body but her mind. Despair and hope flutter between her ribs, and even if time does not break her body, her mind feels the effects of each loop.

But for Madoka, she will wrench back the hands of time to rewrite their ending. For Homura, there is no greater wish than seeing Madoka’s smile.

Heart aflame, Homura reaches for her bow and fires a succession of arrows. Slender fingers pluck the arrows as if sending a gift of lilies to the receiver. Despite her graceful actions, Homura’s eyes sharpen into a predator’s gaze, counting down the seconds to corner and maim her prey.

She steadies her aim and releases a flurry of arrows with unmatched precision. The arrows are ruthless when they identify its mark—burying itself hilt deep into the wailing witch.

The death cries grow quiet as a bouquet of light flashes. When the brilliance fades, the witch bursts into a confetti of white sparks, like a mermaid disappearing into seafoam.

Once the smoke disperses, grief seeds decorate the ground like loose buttons. Homura leans down and lets her soul gem eagerly devour the seeds. Her soul gem replenishes, the blotted gem turns into a pure, white crystal. Steadily, a warmth spreads across her body, and the tingling sensation fades when her strength returns. Flexing her fingers, she summons her bow like lightning’s equal.

Homura then pockets the remaining seeds and gradually stands up, brushing off the exhaustion of battle from her skirt.

To see that her wish is granted, she will rend each witch asunder to keep Madoka safe.

After all, dreams do not end when you open your eyes.

[sennenpharaoh]

On His Way to Kaibaland USA...

"..."

You know, you don't have to keep your Soul Gem in its Egg Form. It can turn into a Ring to better protect it.

"..."

There is no need to be angry, Pharaoh. I did grant your wish. A new life, a life of your choosing. I answered the plea your gods did not. Had I not intervened you'd still be on your knees begging to gods that refuse to listen to you. It was your wish that brought you here to this "Modern World", and me that made it happen.

"..."

Perhaps we began on the wrong track. After all, I need you just as much as you needed me.

Atem stopped walking and just looked at the creature.

Here, perhaps if I introduced myself and answered a few of your questions, you might be able to trust me.

The creature hopped off of Atem and landed on a street bench, one of its ears pointing to the bench, to which Atem followed and sat down.

There. That's more like it. Now then... Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kyubey. I grant wishes to potential Magical Girls all over all the world and grant them magical powers. In exchange, I ask them to fight bringers of the curses of this world called Witches. I saw potential in you, Pharaoh, and was able to grant your wish to live a new life and create memories. That wish was able to create the source of your magic, that Soul Gem in your hand.

"Hmm?" He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, revealing the Soul Gem in his hand. "You said this could be turned into a ring to- hmm?" The moment he mentioned a ring he noticed the gem take on a ring form: a silver ring with odd inscriptions and a turquoise gem on the band. It attached firmly to his ring finger, and that's when he noticed something else: a small turquoise ankh mark on his fingernail.

That mark shows that you're a Magical Girl, or Puer Magi in your case, a bringer of Hope tasked to rid the world of Witches, or bringers of Curses. You'll learn more as you fight your first Witch.

"The Witch fighting can wait, at least until I get back to Domino and reunite with Aibou and my friends. That's all that matters right now."

Oh, and by the way. To everyone else you're talking to yourself. Non Magical Girls can't see or hear me. I'm actually talking to you through telepathy, with your mind. Try talking to me with your mind.

Atem just blinked and looked around, noticing a few stares here and there before he cleared his throat and attempted to do as the creature - as Kyubey - instructed him. Speaking with his mind... let's see if he can remember how to do it...

Like... this?

Exactly. Like that. All Magical Girls can communicate with telepathy. See? I'm not an enemy like you may be thinking. I did something for you, and I only ask you do something for me. That is all. The rest is up to you, as you wished to be.

...

We'll see. For right now I just want to find Kaibaland in hopes that the right person can see me and help me to return to-

"Hmm?"

He noticed the turquoise gem on his ring start to glow. As soon as he saw the glow on his ring, he felt a slight pit in his stomach.

"What's going on? What's this feeling?"

Appears our talk has been cut short. Time for your end of our contract to be honored.

A Witch is nearby.

[senascoop]

☁︎ . , SWEET NECTAR , L.HS ! 18+

PAIRING: boyfriend ! heeseung × girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: just a pussy drunk hee (had this in my drafts for a while) GENRE: smut, drabble, pwp. WARNING(S): nsfw, mdni, pussy eating, uses of pet names, a little fingering, cumming on tongue, a little kissing towards the end, dirty talk. WORD COUNT: 0.9k [ARCHIVE]

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Heeseung’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he knelt between them. His piercing gaze locked onto your pussy, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of your glistening folds. You could feel the heat of his breath on your wet skin, making your core throb with anticipation.

“God, you look absolutely mouthwatering,” he growled, his voice husky with lust. “I’ve been craving this sweet pussy all day, and now I'm going to devour it like a starving man.”

He wasted no time, leaning in and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue, hot and eager, began to explore your folds, tracing every inch of your delicate flesh. He lapped up your juices, moaning at the taste of your arousal, his tongue delving deeper to reach your entrance.

“Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbled against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “I can't get enough of this perfect pussy.”

You gasped as his tongue found your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing under his touch. He circled it teasingly, his tongue flicking rapid-fire over the swollen nub, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your hips bucking involuntarily as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

“Oh god, hee,” you whimpered, your voice breathy and needy. “That feels incredible. Please, don't stop.”

He chuckled, the sound muffled by your folds. “I’m not stopping, baby. I'm going to eat this pussy until you're begging me to fuck you senseless.”

True to his word, he increased his efforts, his tongue alternating between flicking your clit and plunging into your entrance. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear, your body trembling on the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck, I'm so close,” you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Don't stop, please!”

Heeseung’s tongue never ceased its relentless assault on your quivering flesh, lapping and suckling at your dripping folds like a man starved. His eyes were glazed over with lust, his entire being focused solely on pleasuring you with his mouth. He was utterly consumed by the taste and scent of your arousal, driven to new heights of hunger by the intoxicating nectar flowing from your core.

“Fuck, I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, the words muffled against your slick petals. “You taste too fucking good, like the sweetest ambrosia. I want to drink from this perfect pussy forever.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open and exposed as he feasted on you. His tongue delved deep, plunging into your tight channel and curling to stroke your inner walls. Then he would drag the flat of his tongue up your slit, flicking rapidly over your engorged clit before diving back in for more.

Each thrust of his tongue sent sparks of electricity zinging through your nerve endings, building the coil of tension in your belly to an almost unbearable level. Your hips undulated shamelessly against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction. You were lost to everything but the feel of his mouth on you, drowning in a sea of sensation.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted mindlessly, your voice high and thready with impending release. “Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...”

Heeseung seemed to sense you were on the brink, doubling down on his efforts. He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue vibrating against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your fluttering sheath, curling to hit that magic spot inside you.

The dual stimulation was your undoing. Your back arched off the bed as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner muscles clamping down on his invading fingers. A hoarse scream tore from your throat, your vision whiting out from the intensity of your release.

As your orgasm subsides into aftershocks, Heeseung gentled his touch, licking and kissing your quivering flesh with an almost reverent tenderness. He placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, soothing the slight sting left behind by his teeth. When he finally pulled away, his chin was glistening with your juices, his lips swollen and slick.

“You came so hard for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I could feel your pussy squeezing my tongue, trying to pull me deeper.”

He crawled up your body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts. When he reached your lips, he captured them in a searing kiss, sharing the taste of your arousal. You moaned into his mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck and draw him closer.

But as much as you reveled in the afterglow, you could feel a renewed ache building in your pussy. Heeseung’s rigid length pressed insistently against your thigh, and you knew he was just as far from sated as you were.

"Please,” you whimpered against his lips, your hips rolling restlessly against his. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up.”

He groaned at your words, his control snapping. In one swift motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your slick folds.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to sink into this tight little cunt,” he gritted out, his hips flexing impatiently. “I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, make this pussy mine.”

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[dollyfetti]

♡ ‿‿🍫⠀⠀10 DAYS OF KATSMAS

﹒🎀˚ ୧ merry christmas!! this is a little event to celebrate the festive holidays along with our not-so festive fav, katsuki c: (i promise this'll move forward unlike kinktober cough)

i smell snow - gilmore girls au summary: getting a whiff of snow one chilly night, you persuade your grumpy friend to join you to watch the first snowfall of the year.  ⁣ 

ice my cookie (nsfw) summary: baking christmas cookies with your boyfriend gets dirtier than you anticipated...  ⁣ 

you've ruined caroling - bsf!bkg summary: you managed to convince your childhood best friend to join you and your friends to go caroling, since he didn't have anything else planned... you realize how big of a mistake that was when you hear how good of a singer he is-- and at stealing your spotlight!

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meet the family - latina!reader summary: all you wanted was to give your boyfriend a fun, festive introduction to your family. but everything that can go wrong at a huge latin gathering, goes wrong.  ⁣ 

red-nosed - nerd!bkg x bimbo!reader summary: for some reason, bakugou's at your christmas party dressed as a reindeer. not that it was his choice, of course. you, being the christmas fanatic that you are, insisted that the two of you match for your holiday events—and now he’s stuck wearing antlers for the rest of the night. but he doesn't mind too much, since you're fawn-ing over him the entire party, leaving no attention for anyone else.  

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secret santa - college au summary: your classmates organized a secret santa exchange, and when a certain blond realizes who you got a gift for, jealousy rises up inside him, and he almost regrets not changing his pick when no one was looking. now he has to give you his carefully chosen present with everyone watching.  ⁣ 

hallmark movie core summary: you participate in a holiday-themed scavenger hunt set up by the staff at your alma mater, U.A, never expecting to see your lifelong crush there as well. soon enough, you find yourself under a mistletoe with him. just as the awkwardness sets in, you're prepared to quickly kiss his cheek and dash home, but shockingly, katsuki scrambles through a flustered and heartfelt confession.  ⁣ 

jingle bell rock (nsfw) - bully!bkg x popular!reader summary: you and your friends (more like terrified followers) decide to recreate the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your school's holiday show. but then, you hear from one of your lackeys who heard from umi-- whatever, it doesn't really matter. point is: bakugou katsuki, the notorious jerk of the school was heard jerking off to you in the bathroom!  bakugou's pov drabble  ⁣ 

the gift of magi summary: with all the financial struggles you and your husband have been facing, neither of you know what to get the other for christmas. you both end up sacrificing your own precious belongings to buy the other's gift.  ⁣ 

bakugou christmas vlog - dad!bkg summary: spending christmas morning with your children c:

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