#sorry im so tired and sleepy

[ittybittybumblebee]

Funny

You may laugh now like haha or hehe or hehoo

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

[mako-neexu]

this was so funny i just had to tl and ts it (from fujimaru wakaranai vol. 4)

[yeahyeahchloe]

love love LOVE your works! 💗 So i randomly had an idea, hear me out!

drummer abby and bassist reader. I literally can see abby getting jealous if a fan approaches the reader and gets a bit touchy (not like a wired way, like hugging her ecc)

oh anon...i love me a jealous gf...

drummer!abby x bassist!reader

synopsis: You just wrapped up your last show of your tour, and run into some fans backstage who are acting like a bit more than just fans...

cw: smut18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, strap use (r!receiving), slight choking, some angst, fluff at the very end, me being too lazy to give the bandmates names, my mid smut writing (im learning lol), my excessive vocabulary

(a/n: pls lmk if u see any typos! )

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The crowd thundered with screams and applause as the final guitar cord strummed the final song, of the final tour.

Stage lights shown onto your face, encouraging your skin to sweat and your eyes to water.

You decided to relish in the feeling, as it was the last of it you would experience for a while.

Turning around you spotted a face adorned with pride and glee, showcasing a stoic grin.

Blue eyes met yours and that grin seemed to break just a small bit wider.

You, and the rest of the band inevitably had to step off the stage for the last time, and the second you were behind that curtain you were immediately wrapped in a strong hug.

But the hug was unfamiliar.

Very unfamiliar.

"Oh my god, I love you! You looked so incredible up there it was seriously like an angel on Earth or something!" said the body that was previously hugging and was now holding both your hands.

The girl was accompanied by another, who was standing slightly behind her, each holding a starstruck expression.

You quickly got over your initial shock and went into greeting mode.

"Oh! Thank You! Means a lot you enjoyed our last show,"

"Its seriously like nothing I've ever seen. And its so cool back here! My Dad runs tech so he let me in,"

Figures.

"Mhm, I bet,"

"Oh! I almost forgot, I made you something!" The girl reached into her pocket, pulling out a bracelet adorning the lesbian flag colors with a name in the middle.

Gracie.

You glanced at her wrist to see she had one with your name.

"O-oh thanks!" You said, now slightly creeped out.

"Ok, picture time!" she grabbed your waist pulling you in tight as her friend snapped a picture, "Thank you!! I'll see you on my feed," she attempted a joke at this point you wouldn't find funny, and walked away.

Turning around to your bandmates you made a wide-eyed expression and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Jesus what was that?" one of them asked.

"No fucking clue," You answered before realizing Abby had gone, "Hey, where's Abs?"

"She left just a second ago, towards the dressing rooms, looked pissed as fuck,"

You nodded in thanks before walking in the direction of yours and Abby's shared room.

You knocked before entering to find her getting her things together.

"Hey Abby," you greeted timidly.

"Can you get everything you need? 'm tired 'nd I wanna go to the trailer," she said, only glancing my way.

You knew when Abby was frustrated it was best to let her cool off, so you simply gathered your things, walked over to her to show you were ready, and she placed her hand on your lower back to guide you out of the room and to the trailer.

Once inside you both set down your stuff, and you decided that you would talk to her now.

You walked over to her as she sat on the slightly small bed and sat down next to her.

"You okay?" you wearily asked.

She managed a soft "mhm fine" before getting up and walking to where her clothes were, pulling off her shirt leaving her in her bra and jeans.

"Tell me what's wrong," you said, walking up to her slowly.

"I said I was fine, jesus," she grunted, rummaging around for her pajamas.

"Abby," you asserted, finally getting her to look at you, "Please,"

She turned away before saying "You're just too fucking nice to people sometimes,"

"What?" You asked, half not fully catching what she said, half wanting her to go on.

"I mean if some fucking weirdo comes over and hugs you, why wouldn't you deck them?"

"Okay, are you talking about that fan? What do you expect me to do; be a dick and shove her off?"

"Yes-No-I don't fucking know," she stuttered before stomping off back to the bed and taking a seat once again.

You sat next to her, in the same spot you were originally in before asking much more gently, "Abs, what's actually wrong?"

She sighed, "Its just, her fucking hands were all over you, and then she gave you that ridiculous thing like she was trying to claim you or something and it pissed me off,"

"Abby, are you jealous?" you asked, slightly teasing.

"Oh fuck off. I have no reason to be, nobody will ever make you feel as good as I do," she said, turning to you, her eyes now displaying her anger had morphed into lust.

"Yeah?" you asked, breaths becoming shorter.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna prove it to you,"

Before you could get another word in, her lips passionately, yet aggressively slammed into yours.

You immediately reciprocated the kiss and reached your hands us, one cradling her face and the other holding her still bare upper waist.

Both her hands creeped around your hips and gripped them harshly as your tongues met, lifting you and placing you straddling her.

You felt her move her lips from yours and quickly move them down to your neck, kissing and licking up until she got to your ear before whispering "you're mine, and no one's gonna fucking change that,"

Your hips grinded down on to hers as you let out a breathy moan at her words, and the new found bulge you felt in her pants.

"Yeah, feel that? Knew I was gonna fuck you tonight, got ready just for you," she whispered in your ear once again, sending waves of exitment throughout your entire body.

She moved her lips back to yours to continue kissing you as she took your shirt and removed it exposed your tits to her.

Abby took her mouth away from yours and hungrily moved them down to your nipples, sucking and biting at them, eliciting a moan from your chest as you grabbed her hair tightly.

You felt her hands reach down and unbutton your jeans before flipping you on your back so she was now hovering over you.

She quickly moved down, removing your pants and underwear together, revealing your sopping wet pussy to her.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Who makes you this wet?" she asked, toying at your lips, pulling them apart so she could see all of you.

"Mmmh you do," you answered her quietly, aching for her to touch you.

"What's that? You have to speak up sweetheart," Abby said, now looking up at you.

"Fuck, Abby, you make me so wet, you're the only one who makes me this wet," you whimpered in response.

You saw Abby smirk before placing a small kiss on your clit before removing her own pants to reveal her strap, looking as ready for you as ever.

"Do you want my cock baby?" She asked, sliding it up and down your pussy, teasing you.

"Shit-yes, Abby please. Please I only want your cock,"

Abby didn't even have to ask and she had you begging, it gave her an insane ego boost that only got her off more.

"Good girl, learning so fast," she praised before painfully slowly sliding her strap deep inside of you, stretching out your walls with each inch that entered.

She pulled out just as slow as before, and without warning, slammed into you at an alarming speed.

Screams of pleasure roared out of your chest as you felt her hips clip yours with every deep thrust.

Abby sat above you, seemingly watching every square inch of your body with pride as she fucked you senseless.

"That's right, my perfect girl taking my cock, perfect little thing," She groaned, feeling intense pleasure of her own from the sight of you mixed with the way her strap rubbed her clit deliciously at every move.

"Oh, god Abby! 'S too good...always so good,"

Abby loved it when you praised her, it made her feel like nobody else could ever compare to her.

And she fucking needed that right now.

She slithered a hand down to wrap around your throat and she squeezed lightly, just the way you liked it.

Abby saw the way your eyes were repeatedly rolling back at each moan as they became higher pitched and she knew you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum for me, huh angel? Cum on my fucking cock?" She asked, burying herself impossibly deeper.

All you could muster up in response was a weak nod and a feverish moan.

"That's right, go ahead, let it go,"

As soon as you heard those words you felt your orgasm wash over you in a wave and Abby's relentless pace slowed down to an eventual stop.

She slid out of you before getting a damp washcloth and cleaning you up, before slipping the both of you under the covers.

Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close so that your head was resting under her chin.

After a long beat of silence you spoke up, softly saying, "I don't think I would ever love someone like I love you,"

Abby pulled your head out from under yours, and leaned down to give you a long, lovingly kiss.

"I'm sorry I got mad, I mean, I was jealous. I just-I just never want you to leave me," she spoke softly with vulnerability in her eyes.

You cupped her face with both hands, placing a kiss on her forehead before whispering, "You aren't ever going to have to worry about that,"

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[plulp]

shoutout to my friend who found this account because they recognized my artstyle and i was on their for you page

[sentientsky]

On Crowley, the Starmaker, and the Disruption of Intergenerational Violence

(based on this post from @nightgoodomens) I started thinking about Crowley and the Starmaker and the way in which he's an engineer at heart. But then I started gathering screencaps and making gifs and stuff, and then I was thinking about how Crowley's doing a really good job of upsetting patterns of intergenerational trauma. (Of course I'm going to talk about childhood stuff, what did you expect from me??) CONTENT WARNING: this will involve discussions of childhood trauma and abuse (not explicit)

I'll be using they/them pronouns to refer to the Starmaker and he/him pronouns for Crowley. This is for no other reason than to help me differentiate in my own writing lol.

To preface, the Starmaker is so so important to me. You have no idea; they are my beloved, my everything, my most adored.

I mean, look them. What a fucking cutie (i accidently/subconsciously picked up the habit of nose-scrunching because of this goofy little cosmic Bob the Builder)

They're also an engineer, a creator of worlds—someone who spins matter and existence into being.

Their desire to create, to make things happen is carried throughout the story.

(e.g., Crowley's rainstorm) He maintains a love for the universe and all the stars in the sky.

So what does this have to do with intergenerational trauma? Well, as we've discussed time and time again, Crowley is deeply deeply traumatized by both the violence of Heaven and of Hell. Trauma, much like the worst fucking family heirloom ever, has the capacity to be passed down through the years. Let's get more specific. What is intergenerational trauma?

(source)

(source) For example, my grandfather has a horrific temper and lashes out as a way to cope with his emotions. In turn, my father learned that being abusive towards one's children was acceptable, and applied it to his parenting of me.

In this case, Crowley was abandoned and actively forced into, "a million-light-year freestyle dive into a pool of boiling sulphur" by God—someone who is functionally his parent. In Hell, he was subject to torture and other forms of cruelty. Unsurprisingly, that leaves a fucking massive mark on an individual. It would be very easy for him to simply replicate the patterns that he learned in his time as the Starmaker and turn cold/callous/cruel. And yet he doesn't do this. As mentioned here, he is kind and compassionate. He sticks around through continual rejections, despite having only known abandonment. He answers questions (invites them even). At the same time, the trauma hasn't had a nonzero effect on him, of course. He's redirected the violence into compulsive caretaking and a kind of need to prove himself, among many other things (totally not speaking from experience here. no siree!! *sweating*). Let's take a closer look at this (because I want to and you're stuck with me hehe): Questions As we saw in season 1, Crowley cites asking questions as the reason for his Fall (an idea which we see reiterated in season 2):

Instead of replicating that same violence (by belittling, rejecting, or else lashing out at those who ask questions), we see him encouraging curiosity. Not only is this evident within the Starmaker,

but also in Crowley himself, as we see with both Muriel and Jimbriel:

Along the same lines, as he's been subject to a great deal of unkindness (understatement of the year), it would be easy for him to carry that cruelty forward (god knows my family has taken that route before. who said that!!!). Nevertheless, he remains kind, even to those who have hurt him (which isn't to say that you need to be or even should be kind to those who abuse you. abuser apologists are not a thing in this household). Kindness even in the face of mistreatment + anger Gabriel, as Crowley has mentioned, has the capacity to smite Crowley. He has actively tried to kill the love of his life. The mere presence of Gabriel in the bookshop triggers a fight or flight response in Crowley, and this disruption represents a violation of the safety of the bookshop that he and Aziraphale had established within the past however many years (see Alex's fantastic meta post for more detail regarding the bookshop becoming an unsafe space for Crowley: x)

ignore my cursor. just pretend its a fly. shh shhh it's beez just being a silly lil guy (gn). i'm too tired to remake this gif, so this is what we're working with lol

(AND THEN HE OFFERS HIM A HOT CHOCOLATE?!?!?!! couldn't be me) Case Study: The Plants (shoutout to @sighed-the-snake for their post about leaf spots) Even with regards to his plants, we see a widely different side of him beginning in the second season. In the first season, we witness him using the plants as a site of displacement/projection, in which he reenacts the violence he himself was subject to.

However, in the second season, while we don't get a lengthy view of them, episode four gives us a quick glimpse into how this approach might have altered in the four years since.

(please keep in mind that my vision is absolute dogshit, so apologies if you look at my little circles and go "what the actual fuck is she talking about?" i TRIED, okay????) Had this been the first season, these little guys wouldn't have been permitted to exist in the state they're shown here. We could argue, oh well, it's just because Crowley's been busy/distracted with other things. And while that may be the case, we've seen him preoccupied with the end of the world in season 1, and yet still exert control over the plants.

...I have no solid conclusion for this, as I'm still sick and my brain is like a bowl of stagnant dishwater at the moment. I'm not putting forth any new ideas or anything, so I guess this is all to say, "yay for cycle breakers!".

[one-bunny-a-day]

03/05/2023

[ruthlesslistener]

Do bugs kiss? Can bugs kiss? I'm writing a fic that involves two kissing but I just realised that I have no idea how bug mouths work (I know mandibles are a thing but do they have tongues or?). Are there any other forms of intimacy that intelligent bugs would partake in that would mark the start of a romance but isn't like jumping into sexual territory (sorry if I'm not describing it well)?

I dunno, I just been following you for a while and you have a lot of cool headcanons for the bug cultures in hallownest so I thought I'd consult you before I attempt to have two bugs interlock mouthparts

[cracks knuckles] dw anon i got you

I think that they can, though it's less of a kiss and more like holding hands, but with your mouth. Remember that bug mandibles are basically there to cut up and shovel food into the mouth- there's a level of dexterity there that our lips don't have, which is probably amplified given the fact that they can speak. So their mouthparts are likely just as sensitive as ours, but with better moving parts that make contact with them easier (and also more dangerous). It's probably also an intimacy where the allure is steeped in showing the other that you won't hurt them by gently entwining your very sharp bits with theirs, with some added sensory stimulation. Honestly sounds more appealing to me than actual irl mouth-to-mouth kissing (which is gross)

Options for bug kisses include:

-gently trying to grasp or twine around the other's mandibles, like how one twines fingers with a partner to hold hands

-stroking one's mandibles against the other's (like rubbing your hand against the back of another's palm)

-lightly grabbing the tip of your partner's muzzle before releasing

-light, gentle nibbles to simulate allopreening

-brushing muzzles against one another, maybe with added mandible-grabs for a little bit of spice

-nuzzling mixed with a bit of gentle nibbling, like the above point but more drawn out

-tapping a body part with one's mouthparts, a bug equivilent to a quick peck

-Rubbing cheeks against each other (not really a kiss, but something I'm personally quite fond of)

-Locking mandibles together and doing a lil play wrestling contest (wyrms do this before mating to test the strength of a new partner, which is really intense and can lead to death if one grows bored, but is often used as matebonding after they pass the vibecheck)

-Outright grabbing and holding one's mandible's still or spread open with a hand, receiving nibbles in return (likely common for spiders and mantids)

So yeah, you've got quite a bit of options here for bug kisses. I'm not going into more general terms of intimacy, mostly bc those would probably be highly variable across species, but I think that mandible clasping or nuzzling is something that can be universal for intelligent bugs, albiet in slightly different configurations for different mouthparts. Lots of options for you here!

[anxietywasright]

It's pretty.

The world at night, that is

It's silent. dark. Empty.

Just like my soul.

[rox-of-iu]

some general Mu Qingfangs because i care him :)

dug some oldies out + made more for no special occasion whatsoever haha :^) hsjdkhaskfdjsdl

[skunkes]

experiencing a weird thing where im trying to go to sleep earlier (because im tired and sleepy) but i take so long to fall asleep its the exact same thing as just going to bed late...feel so hopeless and i always end up tired either way... im very big on "i can always try again tomorrow" mentality in any way it can be interpreted (interactions with others, mood, the amount of work i do etc) but its so hard to Try Again when you're always too tired to do anything...

[skoulsons]

Stargazing and Gift Giving

hey. uh. got in my thoughts pretty hard. this is way longer than I was expecting (alex i sound like you). Applebees would yell at me if I called this a drabble, so take this mini fic. enjoy, i suppose.

(ONCE AGAIN) Joel was at his woodworking table, intricately carving a spaceship. It was past sundown, Joel relying on only a desk light to be able to see and carve the rocket boosters to the length they needed to be.

“Joel!”

It was a muffled shout, but he was always hyper-aware of his name being called, especially from Ellie. Shouting his name either meant immediate danger or… he wouldn’t say worthless, but things not worth that kind of shout for.

Not that he’d complain. Being a father means your kid shouts for you no matter what they want.

He turned around in his chair, facing the door with an almost finished ship in hand. “What? What is it?”

There was a loud thump before Ellie appeared in the doorway, her ponytail a mess as she placed her hands to her knees, catching her breath.

“Girl, what is goin’ on?”

“The- the roof… clear sky… stargazing,” she managed, finally standing up straight to stare at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, a bit intrigued as to why this earned such a shout from her.

Deep down he knew. She loved the stars. She loved space.

It was why he was whittling a spaceship, after all.

She raised her eyebrows back, acting as confused as him. “Come… up with me? It’s so clear, Joel, the stars are incredible.”

He can’t help but smile at her. After nearly a year on the road together, fighting for their lives and her suffering way more than she ever should, she’s able to lay on their roof and just watch the glimmer of hundreds of stars and trace constellations with her finger, completely enveloped by the expanding space surrounding her and it’s incredible wonder.

She sighed, walking forward to grab his forearm to bring him up from the chair. “Come… on…” she pulled, yanking him up from the chair. She still hadn’t noticed the spaceship yet. Good.

“Alright, alright, I’m comin’, kiddo,” he said, following her as she led him by the forearm to the window at the end of the hall. She started to climb through, looking back at him from halfway out of the window.

“What? How else do you want us to get up there?”

“A ladder? Shit, kiddo, there are safer ways-”

She brushed him off, continuing to climb. “Pssh, it’s fine! Now get your ass through and get up here!”

He sighed at her recklessness and the stubbornness in her decision. She was always stubborn.

He tries to tell himself she doesn’t get it from him.

He fits the spaceship securely in the front pocket of his flannel before opening the window more and attempting to fit himself through without falling and breaking his neck. “Jeez, kiddo, how the hell do you do this,” he questions to the air around him.

Another perk of being her size, he thinks.

After a few minutes of grunts, curses, and a few scrapes on his palms, he makes it up to the roof. He settles beside Ellie who’s sitting up, her knees bent with her ankles crossed, arms wrapped around her knees as she watches the sky.

He sits a similar way, knees held to his chest and arms crossed around his knees.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Joel watching her more than the stars. She looked especially young up here watching the stars. The complete fascination she had in the world above her and how much she wanted to explore it. To go the moon and bring a fucking moon rock home. How she wanted to travel light years away to visit the most obscure plants and see them up close and study them. To see a black hole or to watch a supernova in real time.

Sure, she’d never get the chance, but her fascination with it all and her dedication to knowing everything she could was more than enough to make him happy.

She was happy. That was enough.

She scooted over closer to him, linking her left arm under and over his right forearm to join it with her other hand. She kept her knees bent and let them fall against Joel’s. She leaned her head against his arm, her eyes still trained on the sky.

He leaned his head down, kissing the crown of her head.

“It was worth climbing out of a window for, right?”

The rumble of an “mhmm” reverberates through her head, his mouth still against her hair to get an actual word out.

“So…” she starts, using her left hand to grab his right hand interlock their fingers. She pulls her pointer finger out from the grasp. “Give me your finger,” she asks, Joel lifting his own pointer finger and placing it against hers. The size difference is comical.

“So…” she begins again, lifting their arms to point towards the sky. She finds a very bright one and points their fingers to it. “That’s Venus, there. And then over there…” she says, stretching their arms, “is the Big Dipper.”

“Little dipper?”

“It’s across from the Big Dipper. The end of the Big Dippers handle is across from one of the corners of the bowl of the Little Dipper.” She says, trying to see it with her naked eye. She lifts their arms in the general direction. “It’s… somewhere in here,” she says, drawing lazy circles in the air with their conjoined hands.

Joel looks at her, a gentle smile on his face. “What else do you know, kiddo?”

She smiles back at him, grinning ear-to-ear at the question. “Alright, old man, time for the lesson of your life.”

They sit up there for an hour (maybe three) as Ellie talks on and on about the different constellations they can and see and their corresponding names, how insane space is and how much she wants to visit it, and manages even more facts about Sally Ride and the moon that she’s definitely told Joel already, not that he’d ever tell her that.

Eventually, she adjusts comfortably into his side and falls silent, mumbling nonsense into his arm.

“I re’lly wanna go to space, Joel…” she slurs, wiping tears that fall from her yawns into the sleeve of his shirt.

“I know, baby.” He contorts his left arm (as he refuses to let go of Ellie’s hand that he’s been holding for three hours straight) to reach his shirt pocket, pulling the whittled spaceship out. “Almost forgot. It’s not really done, but I thought it’d be fitting for right now.”

He holds it out by their conjoined hands, Ellie letting go of him to hold the spaceship in her palms. She treated it like a work of art; like it would fall apart if she held it with even an ounce of pressure.

Her tears aren’t just from her yawning anymore as she leans back into his arm, sniffling against the fabric. He pulls his arm around her back, holding her close to his side. She curls into him more, her face in the crook of his neck now as her hands hold carefully to the spaceship.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, Joel rubbing circles across her shoulder blades.

“You’re welcome, kiddo,” he whispers as he kisses her head twice (always twice). “But… like I said, it’s not done. It needs some touching up-“

She laughs wetly into his neck. “Fuck no, you’re not getting this back.”

He chuckles, rubbing more patterns along her back as she turns her spaceship side-to-side, inspecting every part of it.

She stays against his chest, her legs outstretched and intermixed with his bent knees. His arm was still around back, tracing gentle patterns on her back. He traced the solar system, drawing a big sun in the middle of her back (she giggled at the ticklish feeling) and drawing the surrounding plants in their orbits around it. He dotted her back with stars as well, trying to give her the full picture to fall asleep to.

It wasn’t in Joel’s plans to spend the night on the roof, but he doesn’t complain with the change.

[greasydumbfuck]

also just for the record. no matter how much utterly stupid shit i say or draw about him, frank actually makes me so deeply sad. this old man should be picking up his grandkids but he cant. i think about him too much and im so sad

[napping-sapphic]

😴🛌💤

[deltaruiner]

AGHGFCCV LISTEN.

I have a theory-----

So it always bothered ne how despite there being so many witches in Mitakihara, there only seem to be Mami (and kinda Homura) as magical girls in the city at the start of the show, like surely these witches come from an equivalent amount of magical girls right???

Welll what if- magical girls and witches cone in some sort of "waves" of despair- basically, kind of like highs and lows in stuff like market economics

Heres how i think it might work- Kyubey reveals himself to a girl, and there are 2 options-

1- She is a lonely person and has therefore a higher likelyhood of witching out or dying without a support network, or-

2- She has, to some kind of degree, close friends she can talk to about stuff like being a magical girl.

If option 2 happens, then even if the girl herself is the only one out of her friend group (or out of whoever is eligible in it anyway) who becomes a magical girl, then eventually when she inevitably enters into a dangerous situation, Kyubey will manipulate any eligible friends she has into making a wish for her (which constantly happens in the show)

Then, if a wish wasn't made, a new witch or at least dead magical girl wouldve been created without any friends joining as magical girls

The more likely situation i suspect though, is that a wish DOES get made, and then, when one of the friends gets into a dangerous situation again and none is there to make a wish to save them (which will inevitably happen because being meguca is suffering)-

One of them will die or witch out, starting a chain reaction because well, your friend just died in front of you, probably brutally, or instead went the non gorey (if nothing else) way of becoming a witch- both highlighting the futility of your cause AND making you use energy to defeat a new witch in an already bad for you situation.

Both cases are highly likely to make the entire friend group witch out this way, because of the collective downward spiral.

And again, lonely girls are known to be preyed on because they do not last long.

In short i suspect the show takes place right after these kind of "chain witchification" happened to many magical girls in Mitakihara, which Mami was not affected by because she is a lone veteran (despite her efforts)

Basically, I think Gertrude, H.N. Elly, Elsa Maria, and maybe one of the other less significant witches (not Charlotte tho we know what happened There...) were part of a magical girl squad that fell to despair

Heck, this chain reaction is even shown to happen in alternate tinelines the Quintet was together, Sayaka witches out, Mami breaks down bc of it and kills Kyouko and then dies (to Madoka), and then Madoka becomes a witch, and so too would have Homura if she could not time travel most likely, resulting in net 0 magical girls and only witches for a short amount of time.

Mitakihara could also just actually be really small and all the witches immigrate from Kazumino or something. idk. that would be boring though

[orbiyoo]

my half finished clown :] happy halloween