rosadisperanza replied to your post “"Madoka, somebody told me you have a harem full of Homuras..."”
She's lying. We all have one.
((It’s the rule of being a Madoka!))
@thehopeconcept / thehopeconcept.tumblr.com
rosadisperanza replied to your post “"Madoka, somebody told me you have a harem full of Homuras..."”
She's lying. We all have one.
((It’s the rule of being a Madoka!))
"Madoka, somebody told me you have a harem full of Homuras..."
“E-eh!? N-no, Tatsuya that’s not true!! It’s not!!”
Nico tosses Madoka a cherry the size of an apple.
“Nico-chan, this is amazing!! Where did you find a cherry so big!?”
rosadisperanza replied to your post “//I'm considering making an ask homucifer blog but I'm not sure what...”
asktrashsatan is good-
((Not a bad name at all, nope!!))
JUST SO EVERYONE IS CLEAR
if I follow you, it means I enjoy your character/writing but it doesn’t always mean we have to rp if you’re selective or if you have no interest. that is totally okay. i just like reading your stuff because you’re amazing.
BUT
if you want to rp, pls say something to me because i’m a literal dumbass and will just stalk you with the assumption you’re too good for me and wont ever approach.
//I'm considering making an ask homucifer blog but I'm not sure what to name it honestly.
((Ooh, that’s exciting!!! Are you having trouble with the blog title or the username? Truthfully, I’m not very creative with either but I can try to help if you’re really stuck! ;w; ))
((I finished all of my drafts here!!! ^u^ Message me if you want to plot, or just send Madokami some asks to answer next time I sign on~))
How dare she. How DARE she try to still see what there could be here. After all he did to try to squeeze out every last ounce of hope those who brought here had. After all he had done, to break them, to tear them down, still this goddess would see beyond it all.
It was absolutely infuriating.
“How? HOW!? How can you still see hope? There is nothing left! Absolutely nothing left! But still you resist! Still you persevere… fine! Fine! I’ll truly show you a place devoid of anything! Devoid of absolutely everything! I’ll show you… just how dark everything can be!”
Once more the demon’s hands began to move, to shuffle as everything began to twist and shake once more. No, he would not have to go through these harsh worlds, worlds designed to break down… no, he would have to bring her straight to the very darkest of it all. Where no light could be seen, where only the flickering, wavering lights remain.
He would bring her to darkness.
And yet… as everything began to shift and change… something was different… the barriers between these worlds were falling apart. And there, whispering in the wind, an echo, as faint as hope itself, could be heard.
“Why…”
It was a rare thing for the Goddess to do what she was doing now. --To try and make someone so angry, to push them so far that they would show her what others never got to see. But thankfully, Madoka was able to do it while still keeping who she really was. She didn’t need to lie, or alter her personality at all to get further into the demon’s realm. Just keeping her will strong and holding onto all of her values and beliefs was enough.
Madoka only nodded after the demon spoke, keeping herself calm and her expression neutral. “Show me.” She spoke, sounding confident. “I want to see everything, Maxwell.”
There was a double meaning to the Goddess’ words, something she wasn’t going to reveal to the demon. But she knew she didn’t need to clarify for her words to succeed, the area around them shifting again as proof. It grew darker and darker, the new area clearly different than anything the demon had already showed Madoka.
And Madoka heard the whisper. She knew she was getting close.
She seemed to perk up and grow more alert, peering in the direction that she heard the whisper and staring for a long time as though she could clearly see its source. She wanted the source to know it was heard, that Madoka was aware, and maybe her reasons for being here could now be clear at least to him.
Turning her face back to the demon, Madoka spoke quietly. “Maxwell, will you tell me about this place?”
░ ▏ ♥ ▏ ░ - “ Hmm.…”
There was the slightest flinch as her wife poked the tip of her nose, but it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Madoka was always very childish in the way that she showed affection, even as a goddess, which was part of the many reasons Homura loved her so much. Even after all she went through, she was still as pure and precious as she’d always been. It was a feat that most could never ask to accomplish—seeing hardships would do horrid things to your innocence.
Homura was living proof.
Sighing softly, the demon closes her eyes for a few moments as if she were about to fall asleep. In a way she definitely could if she took a notion to, Madoka’s lap was incredibly comfortable, and just knowing that her loved one was around was enough to lull her into security. Even so, after a moment, she speaks again.
“ Its a relief to hear you say that.
Though I may never fully understand your taste in love.”
A self depreciative joke it may have been, but it was a joke nonetheless.
She had her doubts Madoka would appreciate that humor.
The hesitation in response didn’t bother the Goddess, finding that she too was comfortable with the way they were laying. Homura was warm and soft, and Madoka felt almost protective with her wife on her lap this way. Homura spent so much of her existence striving to protect Madoka, so the Goddess enjoyed a role reversal once and a while. She liked being the one to take care of Homura instead, because she felt that was what the demon deserved.
Madoka leaned herself back against the pillows, closing her eyes as well and moving her hand to comb through Homura’s hair again. Homura’s hair was long, and smooth as it ran through the Goddess’ fingers, and the repetitive touches relaxed Madoka more.
She only opened her eyes when she heard the demon speak again, the hint of a pout forming on her expression. Naturally, she didn’t like the comment, never being happy with the demon putting herself down whether it was a joke or not.
“Homura-chan isn’t bad.” The Goddess spoke her words firmly, as if she was stating a well-known fact and not her opinion. “I never regretted falling in love with you. And I don’t regret marrying you, either.”
Her hand moved out of the demon’s hair, poking Homura’s cheek. “I have a good taste in love.”
Before too long, the half demon’s at Higurashi shrine as he races up the stairs and makes his way into the shed in the back. “It’s in here” He called out to her as he jumped into the well to return to the Feudal Era. He wasn’t entirely sure if Madoka had the power to go through the well but, if she really is on this other level, she should be able to easily force the well to work for her.
Madoka arrived at the well at the same time as the half-demon, nodding at his brief explanation. She wasn’t sure exactly how the well worked, but she didn’t doubt that she would be able to use it. Taking in a deep breath, Madoka concentrated her magic so it could respond to the power of the well. Stepping forward, the Goddess jumped in after InuYasha, leading her to the same time as well.
thehopeconcept
“Yo, transfer student. Kaname-san, right? The name’s Miki, Miki Sayaka. How’re you settling in so far?”
I don’t know what the Demon wanted with her, but if somone like Akemi’s taken an interest in her, there’s got to be something going on here I should know about. Also, she’s pretty cute. It definitely couldn’t hurt to try fostering some friendship before Akemi gets her claws in too deep.
“Ah...y-yes that’s my name. It’s nice to meet you, Miki-san!!”
Class had ended and Madoka was packing up her books. In truth, everything about this city felt strange to her, and even sitting in class gave her an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was something the teen never experienced before, and she didn’t know how to get rid of it. Because this place was still technically new to her, Madoka hoped the feeling would just rid itself in time.
But because she didn’t have any previous experience with these emotions, Madoka couldn’t be sure.
“I’m settling in okay, I think...” Madoka said with a small laugh, rubbing the back of her head. What she said wasn’t actually true, but Madoka wasn’t about to confess too many deep emotions right now; she hardly knew how to explain them, anyway. Besides, she was only just starting to make friends with her classmates, so she didn’t want to worry any of them.
“Everything is still so new, so things still feel a little weird... I think I’m just not used to it, yet.”
Permission to Upload was Given by the Original Artist. Do not use and/or distribute without artist's permission. Support by viewing, rating and bookmarking their work.
[ 無題 by lyliet - Deviantart ]
The former puella magi couldn’t help but chuckle at the modesty of her peer. Madoka always felt like she was asking for too much, asking a friend to walk home was something Homura believed to be typical of girls their age. However, the all too kind Kaname Madoka made it seem like she was asking Homura to carry her home or something of the sort.
“You’re much too sheepish, Madoka. I’d be more than happy to offer my company to you. You can’t just live in a city that feels alien to you, correct? I’ll happily assist you in becoming familiar with Mitakihara. After all, that’s what friends are for, right? I’m sure you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed…”
She had noticed the rosette look down at the ground. Homura had known Madoka long enough to know that she was thinking about something. The thought of Madoka slowly remembering her godhood tormented the demon. The ground shook slightly, cherry blossom petals blew through the sky due to an immediate burst of wind. Homura’s familars were looking up at her from outside the building, she could see them from the window. She trembled a bit, and with a blink of her lavender eyes, they familiars disappeared. The devil grew increasingly anxious, yet she did a good job of not displaying her discomfort to Madoka. Homura clasped her hands together and smiled at her pink haired acquaintance. Said smile faded quite quickly, and a neutral expression dominated her face.
“So, Madoka. What did you have in mind? We can leave now, I’ll follow you.”
Madoka was timid, it was an aspect of her personality she couldn’t help or get rid of easily. In a way, it was sort of strange. She was always easily scared and a little shy in certain situations, but all of that became amplified when she moved to Mitakihara. She wondered if that too was related to all of the strange experiences and feelings she had here, but Madoka couldn’t be too sure. This, like everything else, she hoped would fade in time.
“S-sorry about that...” The smaller teen muttered, giving a shy smile as her hands continued to fidget with one another. At hearing that Homura would join her, however, Madoka was able to relax a little and began smiling brighter. She wasn’t sure what she was afraid Homura’s answer would be, but she liked that her classmate agreed.
“Ah...t-thank you very much!! I’m glad!! It’ll be fun, Homura-san!”
She felt the floor tremble, causing the pink-haired student to immediately look down at the ground. The world itself was always strange around Homura, too. Sudden winds or bouts of darkness occurring in the demon’s presence. It never fully made sense to Madoka, but added to the middle schooler’s eagerness to figure out what it was all about.
--Or perhaps it was just paranoia on Madoka’s part and meant nothing at all. If that was the case, Madoka hoped she could at least shake the feeling off with more time spent near Homura.
Homura then asked Madoka a question, forcing the teen out of her thoughts. Madoka quickly smiled again, still appearing a little nervous, but definitely brighter then when she first approached the taller.
“I was hoping we could get something to eat. Are you hungry, Homura-san? I really feel like eating sweets, so maybe you could show me a good cafe or something...--” Madoka trailed off when she realized she was rambling, ending her sentence with a small giggle.
“Is that so? Is that so!? Then maybe I’ll have to just show you more! Show you just how much more everything truly is nothing more than sheer despair! What hope there is when there is nothing to be hopeful of!”
Further the demon would push his limits, further would he drags this on. To try to break down this idea of hope through the examples he had. If she would not see this waterlogged world drenching the bones of countless dead, then maybe the cold, freezing all to the bone, that the frozen bodies of failed survivors would make her see just how foolish it all was.
More power, more strength. More ever shifting. Yet it was still bringing them closer. Bringing them through more and more layers as this whole expedition went deeper into the hell that existed. And so much closer were they now to the final circle, where the truth laid hidden.
“Look upon now! The monstrous beasts, the giant monstrosities that roam this land! Look at the snow, where no living thing can be seen stirring. The countless dead who tried and failed, their smoldering campfires all that remain as a haunting memory of their failure! Can you tell me there is hope here, goddess? That there is hope here for those who now lie here forever, dead?”
Madoka was remaining firm, and that attitude was just the thing to make Maxwell’s hysteria worse. She was past the point of angering him now, sheer hatred in the way the demon spoke to her. What he was showing the Goddess just grew to be more gruesome and painful, all in an attempt to prove his point and prove Madoka wrong.
But what Maxwell didn’t know, or perhaps didn’t understand --was Madoka’s very being.
For Madoka to lose hope would be to lose herself. It would mean forgetting who she was, forgetting her power and losing everything she worked so hard to create. Madoka was hope. This feeling was now impossible to lose, and the feeling was never forced by Madoka, either. She still managed to find it, even in the darkest of places.
She winced a little, breaking her eyes away from the terrible sights. She definitely didn’t like them, she didn’t feel comfortable, but they weren’t enough to break her. She was different than her former self, much more strong-willed and nearly impossible to crush.
“It’s painful here, Maxwell. You’re right.”
The Goddess cupped her hands, a small orb of light appearing in her palms. There was a vision inside of it, showing one of the survivors before they died. They were fighting monsters in the scene, doing what they could to continue living despite the horrid elements in this part of Maxwell’s world.
“It’s true, things sometimes end cruel or sad. But...there was still hope before their end, wasn’t there? Before they died, they fought. They didn’t give up so easily..that’s hope.” She let the vision fade away, the orb in her hands vanishing too. “Their death still means something, just like their lives meant something. They too felt hope, even if it ended for them too soon.”
With a sigh, Madoka’s expression softened. “I’m sorry. But...I can’t believe that hope is impossible. Even here.”