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sharoscylla · 11 months

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Just ONE very small nimona… just one

#fanart #my art #nimona #poor thing…

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fantasythetrashywriter · 5 months

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Loneliness

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Many people feared loneliness. And yet, everyone has experienced it at some point. Being social creatures, humans tend to feel scared and sad if they have no one to talk to.

Homura was no exception. She feared loneliness as much as everyone else did. And yet, loneliness was her longest companion. Ever since she was born, loneliness had always been with her. It was her longtime friend. Or was it her enemy? She couldn't tell.

She hated being alone, but she spent her whole life being alone. As far as she could remember, there had been no one to be with. No friends, no family, no parents even.

She practically lived in loneliness. And that was before she met her.

And suddenly, her life wasn’t very lonely anymore. With her to talk to, to hang out with, to just be near her, she felt more happy than she ever had been in her life.

But then…

When she died, loneliness took hold of her once more, stronger than ever. She couldn't escape it, she found out soon enough.

Meeting her again had been a blessing, and loneliness temporarily left her once more. But then she died, again, and it came back, haunting her even further. And again, and again, and again.

Soon, her best friend only regarded her as a stranger but Homura couldn't blame her. She could never. Countless looping would do that to someone, and Homura ended up detaching herself from everyone, intentionally making herself lonely. Once again, loneliness was her only companion, and it only kept growing as Homura repeated the same month over and over again. Her growing love for Madoka and the fact that she could never be with her only gave loneliness the advantage it needed.

Homura eventually grew more and more accustomed to the loneliness, and soon she found comfort in it. She shut herself out from everyone in favor of staying alone, even if it would kill her. This was her way of protecting herself, and also them, for she believed that if she mingled with them she would only hurt them.

This behavior and mindset made her not afraid of loneliness any longer. At least to a degree. But growing close to anyone, to open her heart to them once more, the thought only brought her pain despite desiring so badly to do so.

Akemi Homura was no longer afraid of loneliness.

Instead, she was afraid of opening her heart to anyone else, isolating herself to protect them and herself. Even if it hurt her so much, even if it made her bleed, even if it would bring her demise, she would keep on doing it if it meant that Madoka would stay safe and happy.

Because, in the end, loneliness would be with her forever. That was the sad truth of Akemi Homura’s life.

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Yes, I personified loneliness. That was the entire point of this story.

And yes, I’m back with yet another angsty one-shot of Homura! I love her so much, and she’s my favorite character but I can not resist writing some more of Homura’s suffering. God, I want her to be happy but her suffering is just… too tempting. She’s literally the chew toy of this universe, poor thing.

I think this was more angsty than the others, what do you think?

Hope you liked it!

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#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #Akemi Homura #Homura-centric one-shot #Homura needs a hug #Poor thing…#One of Fantasy’s trash

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dovewingkinnie · 1 year

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The way you described William reminds me of a wet cat

hes a sopping wet cat😢😢….

#poor thing…#how could we let this happen…

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