Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
[X] Kaizuki
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
- Thread starter Firnagzen
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- puella magi adfligo systema puella magi madoka magica be gay do crimes (gay) female protagonist bad decisions dating mami tomoe (tomoe mami) diabolical laughter friendship is the best ship handholding identity crises microwaving tea gets you put in the bad place names are important the body is the fursona of the soul this is not the baked goods thread we don't talk about rionna what could possibly go wrong? who in the world is azure sanfrancisco?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Kaizuki is voting for me. I'm voting for Phoenixian. So... who's driving this bus?
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
Firnagzen.Kaizuki is voting for me. I'm voting for Phoenixian. So... who's driving this bus?
- Location
- Texas
Kaizuki is voting for me. I'm voting for Phoenixian. So... who's driving this bus?
This is why we want Umika to read Sabrina's mind, and see if she sees the Sufficient Velocity forum.
Umika: You're actually a bizarre mental gestalt of hundreds of different personalities voting on what to do.
Sabrina: It's not that big a deal. And most of the time, there's really only a dozen or so actively influencing the decisions.
Umika: The reason you seem crazy is that you're actually a drone piloted by a committee of crazy people.
Sabrina: They're not crazy people. By and large. They use the voting process to hash out the optimal course of action.
Umika: On THIS page, they actually had a group of people all form a delegation circle just to see if it would break the vote-counting mechanism, which is your brain.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Umika: "And this page is full of Mami-!"
Sabrina: *Covers Umika's mouth*
Mami: "..."
Sabrina: "..."
Mami: "..."
Sabrina: *Makes a poll to decide whether stopping Umika would make things worse than letting her go on*
Umika: 'OK, that's fucked up.'
Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
Phoenixian, unless he decides to go full circle.Kaizuki is voting for me. I'm voting for Phoenixian. So... who's driving this bus?
Sovereign Hunt
A Concentric Circle
- Location
- Bereft of Name
Okay, normally I'd be terrified of spider-pictures, but this one is just too damn funny.
(Where do those eyeballs come from?)
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
uh those are it's actual eyes
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
The Narrator
Disembodied Voice
- Location
- Somewhere Offscreen
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it.
Happy random-day-off or quiet-day-where-you-get-paid-time-and-a-half to everyone else.
Peace on Earth and goodwill towards meguca.
Happy random-day-off or quiet-day-where-you-get-paid-time-and-a-half to everyone else.
Peace on Earth and goodwill towards meguca.
Jiven
With the power of the moon...
- Location
- Strasbourg, France
Joyeux Noël Rochelle!
- Location
- Illinois
IT'S SHITTY BUT I WROTE A CHRISTMAS OMAKE GUYS (on the up side it only took about an hour!)
Hey onmur write a better one plz
In the twenty-second century, there was only war.
How fucking ironic can you get, the blue-haired girl thought to herself as she paused amidst the carnage, pulled from the battle by the stray thought. She might have liked Warhammer, but she never wanted to live it.
Ugh, she could just see it now, saying that and then inevitably somebody -- probably Homura, she was like that -- would respond "be careful what you wish for," and then she'd -- then...
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT TO MYSELF!"
An identical blue-haired girl started and looked over at the scream of frustration, the torrent of lightning that had been pouring from her ceasing suddenly at the surprise, but merely shrugged and returned to her task. She was only a clone after all, and her job was to kill things, no matter if the original was telling herself shitty predictable jokes.
Letting her palm slide down her face, the blunette sighed and then rubbed her eyes. She'd been doing this too damn long. Holding back the forces of darkness -- Witches, Wraiths, whatever you wanted to call them: Sabrina insisted that it was a mix of both -- spilling from what had used to be Beijing was quite necessary and a full-time requirement, but her vacation (really, a setup where she was working eight hours a day seven days a week on the front lines, but that was a vacation) had been interrupted following the disaster at Cairo High-Karma Shift Inhibition, and she'd been tasked single-handedly to this hellhole since then in order to free up the four thousand or so meguca normally stationed here so that they could go do this same thing over in Egypt and also hunt down all the shit that had managed to flood out before a containment had been set up.
Back when the first breaches had started to open up, they'd been so very hopeful -- Mitakihara had just finished asserting itself over the Asian supercontinent on top of SEA and California, and then...
Well, according to Sabrina, what was going on was that the Incubators had decided to use their method of FTL travel to sort of link places on Earth to places that had equivalents of what Earth would've gotten if Madoka had contracted and then Witched out.
The results were Very Bad, and would've been worse if Mitakihara hadn't promptly put up a space elevator and started slagging parts of the planet from orbit with lasers run on gargantuan solar collectors. It'd been very, very slapdash at first -- oh, there were books out there that went on and on about how genius it had been, but it had started with Sabrina getting on her serious face and informing everyone that they were going to "nuke it from orbit," and then they'd all gone up in a timestop and just kind of thrown around everything they had to make the collectors as large as possible. The elevator itself had long been formalized and done over with steel and whatnot, but there were still giant panels of ribbons and vines and chains haphazardly lashed together acting to gobble down the sun's light (and cast the planet below into a twilight lit mainly by the moon) because they were much too large to replace.
Everyone had hoped that that would be the end of it, but when Sabrina had turned the Light on the Beijing breach, although it had indeed seared away the darkness there, it was observed that with every second that the power of the sun was fired through the breach its output only went up.
This was why Beijing was the worst of the lot, and it was why the planet was still mired in, well, Daemons.
So here she was, pulled away from her harem, being a big damn hero 24/7 for the foreseeable future. It was great, but it sucked lots.
Her only real consolation was that with Sabrina and Mami preoccupied trying to figure out what had happened at Cairo, surely she wasn't the only person who was missing-- oh who was she kidding, they were probably doing science in each others' laps.
Sayaka's melancholy was not improved by the weather. Although she had a fully climate-controlled bubble courtesy of enchanted gear, and despite the fact that the snow was pretty, all it really did was remind her that she wasn't going to be in Mitakihara to enjoy it.
But now, I must call you, my readers, close -- you see, this is not the end of our little story tonight. No. It is Christmas Day, and to leave a poor meguca in such sorry straits -- well, it would be a terrible injustice.
But you see, in the grim dark of the twenty-second century, not all is only war. And Sayaka had, perhaps reasonably -- I would not want a clock if I was to be killing Witches and Wraiths 24/7 -- lost track of time and forgotten something important.
So it was that at that moment, having just accidentally told herself a terrible joke, the clock around the world of the twenty-second century struck twelve, and not just any twelve but the twelve (at night) of Christmas Day.
And Sayaka found herself elsewhere.
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"You're Santa Claus." The accusation was pointed and blunt, the testimony of an unbeliever presented with an incredible reality.
Across from the accusing blunette stood the man himself -- a barrel chest, a snowy beard, and a serious look that should not have been upon Jolly Saint Nick. "Indeed I am," he confirmed, "and you are Sayaka Miki."
The look of frustration on the girl's face couldn't have been more clear. Santa wasn't real, and the Santa Association's existence didn't change that. Sure, people got presents every year on Christmas "from Santa," but that was as real as the -- as the Elves which supposedly made them and were clearly visible through the door of the room, hard at work sorting wrapped packages into large bags.
But Santa wasn't done. "You are Sayaka Miki," he continued, "and you are going to help me save Christmas this year."
What?
Why would Christmas need saving? The Santa Association was -- was...
"Oh fuck," breathed Sayaka, "it was in Cairo, wasn't it?"
The elderly man nodded. "The wish magic which powers Christmas each year is powerful, but nothing is immutable. One critical thing prevents me from simply retrieving the toys lost in Cairo: Santa Claus is to be received, not seen or heard or known to exist."
Seeing the blank look on the girl's face, a hand stroked a beard and a mouth curled in pensive thought. "Your friend Sabrina would describe it as conceptual bullshit: as I was wished to be, so must I be. One does not simply catch Santa Claus in the act."
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What followed was a tale that Sayaka would never relate to anyone, ever: it was publicly known that Sayaka Miki saved Christmas that year by diving into the Cairo breach time and again to retrieve the lost presents of the Santa Association, and then distributed them round' the world in a marathon night to make cloners jealous and teleporters feel claustrophobic. But nobody had seen her deliver the presents, and all of her friends were quite certain she hadn't had time to acquire the ones that she personally gave to them that Christmas. Nobody could explain why the breaches were closed, if only for that single day, why everyone got to return to their families for the celebrations.
Sabrina asked how she had done it -- but Sayaka's only response was that it had been the magic of Christmas.
But of course it was clear that Sayaka had done it -- after all, only she did not receive a present from "Santa Claus."
And nobody thought twice, not Mami, not Sabrina, not Hitomi or Kyouko or Kyousuke, no-one indeed considered, even as she kissed her harem each, that Sayaka's Christmas Present was to be at home, away from the breach.
Hey onmur write a better one plz
In the twenty-second century, there was only war.
How fucking ironic can you get, the blue-haired girl thought to herself as she paused amidst the carnage, pulled from the battle by the stray thought. She might have liked Warhammer, but she never wanted to live it.
Ugh, she could just see it now, saying that and then inevitably somebody -- probably Homura, she was like that -- would respond "be careful what you wish for," and then she'd -- then...
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT TO MYSELF!"
An identical blue-haired girl started and looked over at the scream of frustration, the torrent of lightning that had been pouring from her ceasing suddenly at the surprise, but merely shrugged and returned to her task. She was only a clone after all, and her job was to kill things, no matter if the original was telling herself shitty predictable jokes.
Letting her palm slide down her face, the blunette sighed and then rubbed her eyes. She'd been doing this too damn long. Holding back the forces of darkness -- Witches, Wraiths, whatever you wanted to call them: Sabrina insisted that it was a mix of both -- spilling from what had used to be Beijing was quite necessary and a full-time requirement, but her vacation (really, a setup where she was working eight hours a day seven days a week on the front lines, but that was a vacation) had been interrupted following the disaster at Cairo High-Karma Shift Inhibition, and she'd been tasked single-handedly to this hellhole since then in order to free up the four thousand or so meguca normally stationed here so that they could go do this same thing over in Egypt and also hunt down all the shit that had managed to flood out before a containment had been set up.
Back when the first breaches had started to open up, they'd been so very hopeful -- Mitakihara had just finished asserting itself over the Asian supercontinent on top of SEA and California, and then...
Well, according to Sabrina, what was going on was that the Incubators had decided to use their method of FTL travel to sort of link places on Earth to places that had equivalents of what Earth would've gotten if Madoka had contracted and then Witched out.
The results were Very Bad, and would've been worse if Mitakihara hadn't promptly put up a space elevator and started slagging parts of the planet from orbit with lasers run on gargantuan solar collectors. It'd been very, very slapdash at first -- oh, there were books out there that went on and on about how genius it had been, but it had started with Sabrina getting on her serious face and informing everyone that they were going to "nuke it from orbit," and then they'd all gone up in a timestop and just kind of thrown around everything they had to make the collectors as large as possible. The elevator itself had long been formalized and done over with steel and whatnot, but there were still giant panels of ribbons and vines and chains haphazardly lashed together acting to gobble down the sun's light (and cast the planet below into a twilight lit mainly by the moon) because they were much too large to replace.
Everyone had hoped that that would be the end of it, but when Sabrina had turned the Light on the Beijing breach, although it had indeed seared away the darkness there, it was observed that with every second that the power of the sun was fired through the breach its output only went up.
This was why Beijing was the worst of the lot, and it was why the planet was still mired in, well, Daemons.
So here she was, pulled away from her harem, being a big damn hero 24/7 for the foreseeable future. It was great, but it sucked lots.
Her only real consolation was that with Sabrina and Mami preoccupied trying to figure out what had happened at Cairo, surely she wasn't the only person who was missing-- oh who was she kidding, they were probably doing science in each others' laps.
Sayaka's melancholy was not improved by the weather. Although she had a fully climate-controlled bubble courtesy of enchanted gear, and despite the fact that the snow was pretty, all it really did was remind her that she wasn't going to be in Mitakihara to enjoy it.
But now, I must call you, my readers, close -- you see, this is not the end of our little story tonight. No. It is Christmas Day, and to leave a poor meguca in such sorry straits -- well, it would be a terrible injustice.
But you see, in the grim dark of the twenty-second century, not all is only war. And Sayaka had, perhaps reasonably -- I would not want a clock if I was to be killing Witches and Wraiths 24/7 -- lost track of time and forgotten something important.
So it was that at that moment, having just accidentally told herself a terrible joke, the clock around the world of the twenty-second century struck twelve, and not just any twelve but the twelve (at night) of Christmas Day.
And Sayaka found herself elsewhere.
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"You're Santa Claus." The accusation was pointed and blunt, the testimony of an unbeliever presented with an incredible reality.
Across from the accusing blunette stood the man himself -- a barrel chest, a snowy beard, and a serious look that should not have been upon Jolly Saint Nick. "Indeed I am," he confirmed, "and you are Sayaka Miki."
The look of frustration on the girl's face couldn't have been more clear. Santa wasn't real, and the Santa Association's existence didn't change that. Sure, people got presents every year on Christmas "from Santa," but that was as real as the -- as the Elves which supposedly made them and were clearly visible through the door of the room, hard at work sorting wrapped packages into large bags.
But Santa wasn't done. "You are Sayaka Miki," he continued, "and you are going to help me save Christmas this year."
What?
Why would Christmas need saving? The Santa Association was -- was...
"Oh fuck," breathed Sayaka, "it was in Cairo, wasn't it?"
The elderly man nodded. "The wish magic which powers Christmas each year is powerful, but nothing is immutable. One critical thing prevents me from simply retrieving the toys lost in Cairo: Santa Claus is to be received, not seen or heard or known to exist."
Seeing the blank look on the girl's face, a hand stroked a beard and a mouth curled in pensive thought. "Your friend Sabrina would describe it as conceptual bullshit: as I was wished to be, so must I be. One does not simply catch Santa Claus in the act."
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What followed was a tale that Sayaka would never relate to anyone, ever: it was publicly known that Sayaka Miki saved Christmas that year by diving into the Cairo breach time and again to retrieve the lost presents of the Santa Association, and then distributed them round' the world in a marathon night to make cloners jealous and teleporters feel claustrophobic. But nobody had seen her deliver the presents, and all of her friends were quite certain she hadn't had time to acquire the ones that she personally gave to them that Christmas. Nobody could explain why the breaches were closed, if only for that single day, why everyone got to return to their families for the celebrations.
Sabrina asked how she had done it -- but Sayaka's only response was that it had been the magic of Christmas.
But of course it was clear that Sayaka had done it -- after all, only she did not receive a present from "Santa Claus."
And nobody thought twice, not Mami, not Sabrina, not Hitomi or Kyouko or Kyousuke, no-one indeed considered, even as she kissed her harem each, that Sayaka's Christmas Present was to be at home, away from the breach.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Huh? Sayaka has a harem? Or will have?
... Okay.
The sad thing is, that's not even the weirdest Christmas story I've read. Not even close.
Still, it was awesome. Thumbs up, Kaizuki.
Always Happening
We could have prevented this.
- Location
- On a train with no brakes
When the current crisis blows over and she's in a sounder state of mind, we should ask Niko to make Sayaka a suit of Power Armor.
- Location
- Illinois
Sayaka decides that she doesn't need to chose a single "Kyo," and then ropes in Hitomi after green does a bit of questioning about girls loving girls. She's too busy being a badass for anyone to complain.
Edit: Meanwhile, Yuma has all kinds of relatives and is not unhappy with it.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
"Merry Christmas!"
Mami blinked awake at the familiar voice. She immediately grasped at her side, finding it unpleasantly empty.
As the blonde girl sat up, confused, blue eyes stared fondly, if mischievously. Then vanished.
"Just so you know," the white haired girl's voice resonated loudly amidst the endless silence, "I really, really appreciate this."
As she said so, she felt the slimmer girl shrug minutely in her arms. After holding the hug for a moment longer, Sabrina stepped back, only a single yellow ribbon keeping both girls connected -and Sabrina in timestop.
The tall girl smiled brightly as she heft a large, bulging sack over her shoulder. "Ready to go?" she asked.
Homura stared, fidgeting oh so slightly. Her eyes bore onto the other girl with some leftover doubt, as if questioning Sabrina's wisdom... or her outfit.
"Come on, it's not bad, is it?" asked Sabrina, looking down at herself.
Her magical girl coat hung on her shoulders, only closed, rather than open as usual. It was also coloured bright red, rather than blue, with quite a bit of white trimming...
She was also sporting a red hat. And a beard. A big white fake beard.
The time traveller opened her mouth... then closed it, shrugging with a sigh, as if giving up after a long battle.
"It's essential to the whole thing," insisted Sabrina, tugging at her coat half-consciously,
"But nobody will see it," protested Homura suddenly.
Blue eyes blinked. "... That's besides the point, Homura."
Amethyst eyes narrowed, unconvinced.
The Santa themed magical girl stood her ground, holding her friend's patented rather intimidating stare.
"... You know, I thought you'd complain about the sheer amount of time this will take," mused Sabrina. "I mean, for us," she clarified, "rather than, well, about this."
Homura frowned for a moment, thoughtful, before sighing once more, slightly bowing her head before the inevitable.
Then she threw a sudden glare at Sabrina.
"I'm not dressing up like... that," she stated.
The grief controller pouted. "But I've got you a nice red-"
"No."
Homura's tone allowed no further argument.
"... OK, let's go," Sabrina shrugged, knowing this was a battle she would not win. She turned around as she did, and hopped into her Mobile Oppression Sled, which had sat waiting for the girls to finish their discussion.
Homura followed, making sure the ribbon connecting both girls didn't get tangled anywhere. She nodded to the taller girl as this one looked back questioningly.
Grinning, Sabrina let her voice carry through the oppressively silent, washed-out-grey confines of stopped time.
"Meguca Airlines Special Christmas Flight, take off!"
The door swung open, courtesy of Homura's slightl glowing fingers.
"First stop, Miki residence!" whispered Sabrina loudly, still carrying the sack as she stepped in after the time traveller, who threw back a look. "I know, I know..." she raised her voice, though not to normal levels.
The intruding girls walked into the Mikis' living room, their eyes quickly zeroing in on a rather small, if nicely decorated Christmas tree sitting on a table.
"I figured we'd start with everyone close and work our way out," mused Sabrina as she rummaged through the sack. She got no verbal answer by the time she pulled out a trio of wrapped items: One was rectangular and thick, slightly larger than her hand; the second one was thin and long, and almost as wide as Sabrina herself; the last one was rectangular like the first one, but smaller and much thinner.
She placed the three gifts, each one with a respective tag, carefully besides the tree, amongst the gifts which were already waiting there.
Sabrina smiled, turning to Homura, who stood waiting. "One down, I-don't-know-how-many-thousands-more to go!"
The dark haired girl's lips twitched. She turned to go.
Sabrina followed. "But I'm thinking we can leave Mami and Madoka for the end," she commented as they stepped back outside, closing the door. "Then we can each give them their gifts in person. That'd be nice, don't you think?"
Homura stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she half turned to stare at Sabrina. A single shaking finger raised to point at her own face, questioningly.
The tall, Santa themed magical girl smiled cheerfully. "Of course you'll get the honours of giving Madoka her gift, Homura."
Homura gulped.
"What if she doesn't like her gift?" muttered Homura, jumping through the high floor window of the hotel after Sabrina.
Suppressing a smile after spotting Kyouko and Yuma messily sprawled on the large bed, Sabrina looked back at her dark haired friend.
Amethyst eyes looked down, the time traveller standing stiff.
"Oh, Homura..." Sabrina sighed, carefully leaving her sack of presents on the floor before walking back.
The yellow ribbon retracted, becoming shorter as the white haired girl approached her troubled friend. Slowly, she grabbed one of her shoulders, smiling reassuringly as the shorter girl looked up.
"It's Madoka, Homura," said Sabrina softly, "you could gift her anything and she would like it, right?"
The time traveller shrugged, the muscles in her shoulders relaxing a bit.
"And she'll like it more if it comes from you," winked Sabrina, causing Homura to stiffen up like a board. And blush.
The grief controlled snickered, squeezing the nervous girl's shoulder. "You'll be fine," she assured her, letting go and turning back to the presents.
A minute later, a small Christmas Tree stood on a corner of the room. Under it, a large wrapped box, large enough to contain several smaller, pocket sized boxes; besides that, a small, thin, rectangular box; hanging from the tree, two white furred red socks, filled to the brim with candy.
Homura bit her lip thoughtfully as the present giving magical girls climbed back out the window.
Sabrina sighed, looking up at a certain house.
"You know, I kind of don't want to break in into this one," she told her companion.
Homura shrugged, her amethyst eyes showing little care for the other girl's current predicament. Rather, she seemed absorbed into her own thoughts.
"OK, let me..." Sabrina bit her lip. "Homura? You think you could give me some space?"
The time traveller blinked and turned to stare questioningly at the taller girl.
"Just," Sabrina motioned with her, hand "can you cross the street and wait there?"
After a moment of staring, Homura shrugged.
"Thanks..." said Sabrina as her friend complied. Then she stared thoughtfully at the length of ribbon connecting them. Slowly, concentrating, she raised a hand, index finger outstretched towards it.
From where she pointed, the ribbon split, a new end growing away from the rest. The grief controlled nodded to herself, and with no further motion, watched as the new connection rose and slid through a window.
After a few seconds, Sabrina walked up to the door and knocked.
After a few more seconds, she knocked again. Loudly.
A soft groaning and muttering answered her call. It sounded suspiciously like "five more minutes, mom..."
Then a gasp.
Then- silence.
Sabrina blinked. With a thought, the ribbon stretched a little further.
The muttering resumed, now accompanied by a racket, and foosteps.
Mere seconds later, the window from which the ribbon trailed swung open, and Ono Megane glared imperiously down at Sabrina.
Then she did a double take.
"Merry Christmas!" yelled the red-outfitted, red-hatted, white-bearded girl, holding up a wrapped long, thin package.
Before the befuddled Ono could react, the present rose in the air by itself, or rather, held by a tiniest amount of Grief, coming to stop in front of the irritated girl, who leaned back from it as if it were a poisonous cobra.
"You..." bit out Ono, "do you think you can just... break into my home, pull me into your stupid empty world and bring presents as if that made everything OK?!" she yelled, pushing the floating gift away, and throwing the watching Homura a glare for good measure.
"I didn't break in this time!" pointed out Sabrina, trying for a smile.
She could swear she heard Ono's teeth grinding.
Before the magically addled girl could explode -maybe literally- Sabrina pressed on.
"Look, I'm sorry!" she said, her expression turning contrite. "I didn't do well by you, even though I wanted to, made mistakes-"
"Mistakes?!" screeched Ono.
"-Because I didn't know how to make things better," continued Sabrina. "Hell, I still don't know," she shrugged self deprecatingly. "But I hope I can make up for it."
"You think a Christmas gift is gonna solve everything?" sneered the dark haired girl above.
"Not everything," shrugged Sabrina, letting her hands drop. She stood down on the street, dressed in her improvised Santa Claus costume, looking up at the irate girl who seemed to want nothing more than to blast her with a magic ray. "But it could be a start?"
Ono's eye twitched. She kept glaring down, as if no words were necessary to explain her contempt.
The white haired girl sighed. "Look, just take the gift, OK? It's free. I won't bother you again if you don't want."
In the end, Ono huffed, making sure to convey extreme annoyance with every inch of her body.
"I'll take your stupid gift," she snarled, "it's a Christmas Miracle..."
The window slammed shut with a BANG!, extremely loud in the confines of timestop.
After a few seconds, the ribbon trailed its way backwards, out from where it had crawled under the window, and back towards it started, disappearing into the simple, two way ribbon connecting Sabrina and Homura.
The time traveller gave her companion the a flat stare as this one sighed.
With some effort, Sabrina smiled. "Could've gone worse?" she half-asked.
Homura blinked.
"Could've gone worse," affirmed Sabrina, turning back to her Mobile Oppression Sled.
Amethyst eyes stared reprovingly.
"The Mikuni don't deserve presents," said Homura.
"Ah-ah!" said Sabrina, shaking a finger 'no'. "They're the Kures now!"
The time traveller grumbled internally as the grief controller left a couple of twin gift boxes waiting for the couple sleeping upstairs, surely holding onto each other in their sleep.
TheMikuni Kure Mansion looked a lot better nowadays, thought Sabrina as the two flew away from it.
"Sheng Dan Kuai Le," whispered Sabrina as she left yet another home.
"Śubh krisamas," a few extra candies were left -there were little children there!
"Eid Milad Majid," said Sabrina, barely able to contain a yawn.
"Feliz Navidad," a few more presents dropped, yet many more to be delivered.
"Merry Christmas," muttered Homura, catching the present Sabrina accidentally dropped, and lying it down under the tree. With countless hours of practice ignoring sleep, she grabbed the taller girl's arm and guided her back out.
There was much work left to do.
"Joyeux Noël!" cheered Sabrina as she haphazardly dropped a pile of presents, her eyes wide open, her smile somewhat forced.
She tripped two times on the way out.
"Feliz Natal..." Sabrina blinked as she reached into her gift sack for an appropriate gift. Then she realized the sack was empty.
Blinking even more, she raised a hand, a whole other sack, this one bulging with presents, floated into her hand, carried by a deep purple, grief hand.
"A-hem, Feliz Natal," she repeated as she left two gifts under a Christmas Tree.
It was a long, long night for Homura and Sabrina.
"... And we're back home," yawned Sabrina on the Mobile Opression Sled as Mitakihara came into view.
She got no response from her loyal companion. She glanced back as they flew, smiling as she watched Homura's head bobbing slightly, her eyelids dropping. The time traveller blinked and rubbed at her eyes, a huge yawn escaping her lips, as if to echo Sabrina's previous one.
"Hey," the red-and-white-clothed magical girl smiled, getting a tired look in answer, "you got her present?" she asked.
Homura sat up straighter in her seat then, suddenly much more awake than a second prior. Her right hand grasped at her Shield. Her eyes hardened, burning with determination as she gave Sabrina a curt nod.
Used to her friend's seldom bouts of intensity, Sabrina simply gave her an encouraging smile. "She'll like it," she reassured as she led the Mobile Oppression Sled down, to land in front of a familiar if still non-sensically spacious house.
After Homura stepped down from the transport, Sabrina looked pointedly at the yellow ribbon keeping them connected. "It'll untangle itself once I'm ready, just wait for me, OK?"
The time traveller took a deep breath, steadying herself, before nodding.
"Good luck," whispered Sabrina as she took one final time, her voice carrying far in the stillness of time-stop.
As she flew away, an even softer voice reached her ears.
"Thank you."
Mami sat up in her bed trying to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. A familiar voice had woken her up, and she smiled, a greeting in her lips...
Only for it to die suddenly as, instead of the tall, blue eyed, white haired girl she was expecting, she spotted a box.
A big, cubic box, at least a metre a side, all of it wrapped in shiny christmas wrapping paper, and with a big red bow on top.
The blonde teenager couldn't stop the squeal that escaped her lips. Her eyes shone as she approached the unexpected gift, her earlier confusion momentarily forgotten.
Her bare feet threaded carefully, suddenly aprehensive. Spotting something, Mami's hand reached timidly to grab a simple white tag, which hung from an edge of the box. Turning it around, she read:
Honey eyes softened, staring fondly at the simple writing... before Mami startled, turning to look at the big gift box in a new light.
Not tarrying any longer, she pulled the red ribbon, tore away at the wrapping paper, and lifted the box lid open-
"SURPRISE!" yelled Sabrina as she jumped out of the box, sweeping Mami off her feet and into a hug. The blonde's arms automatically wrapped themselves around her, Mami holding onto Sabrina tightly, her feet hanging inches off the ground.
"Sabrina..." Mami whispered, her voice thick with a mix of emotions. Her eyes stung as she buried her face on the taller girl's hair.
Sabrina squeezed Mami for a moment, before drawing back slightly. Still holding on, she reached with one hand to lift Mami's chin, until their eyes met.
Smiling blue ones looked fondly into scared, hopeful gold ones.
"Merry Christmas," whispered Sabrina, leaning down to press her lips against Mami's.
Time stopped for the next few seconds, metaphorically this time, as the girls held each other close.
As they separated, a radiant smile plastered on both girl's faces, Mami blinked confusedly, a hand coming up to touch at her lips... and then to touch Sabrina's face.
Or rather, to touch the white beard hanging off the taller girl's face. "What..." muttered the golden magical girl.
Sabrina snickered and, with a wink, carefully let Mami back down, climbed out of the box, took a few steps, and turned.
"Ta-dah!" she exclaimed, raising her arms, letting the blonde magical girl see her in her whole, Santa-themed glory.
Mami giggled, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. As Sabrina turned this and that way, showing off, the musketeer's giggles turned into full blown laughter.
"Sa-Sabrina, you..." golden eyes shone with mirth, "you look... so cute," she finished in a high pitched voice.
The white haired girl blushed slightly, scratching her fake-bearded cheek. "Glad you think so... Well?" she asked suddenly. "Do you like your present?"
"Present?" asked Mami, as if she had forgotten. Then her cheeks reddened. "You mean, you... you- you?" she almost squeaked.
Sabrina's blush matched Mami's one perfectly, her eyes trembling with trepidation... before she steeled herself.
"Well," she said, brushing back a lock of hair over her ear, "I can't gift you something you al-already own, can I?" Sabrina almost managed to not stutter.
Mami's eyes shone, her mouth hanging open as she pulled in a shuddering breath, her fists pressed against her chest.
Sabrina barely had opened her arms when the golden girl crashed into her, the taller girl lifting Mami for a moment, before letting her feet touch ground once more.
The girls held each other for minutes, simply enjoying each other's close company.
After a while, Mami looked up at Sabrina, her hand reaching behind the white haired girl's head. Sabrina smiled as the fake beard came loose, letting her face show in full.
"Better," nodded Mami, before tightening her hug once more. "Wait," she blinked, "present? What present?"
"It's in the box, Mami," muttered Sabrina, pulling away slowly.
"Oh," the blonde held the other girl's hand as they separated, and they turned back towards the box. Approaching it, Mami peered down to stare at its contents. "Oh!" her eyes lit up, "Sabrina? How did you know?!" she asked with a huge smile, turning to hug the taller girl once more.
"Well, you know..." Sabrina shrugged slightly, returning the embrace. "Come on, let's set it up?" she asked.
Mami nodded enthusiastically against her shoulder.
Less than half an hour later, the couple was... still holding onto each other, but now while having breakfast, their legs covered under their brand new kotatsu.
Amidst the pleasant smells and light, cheerful conversation, a single, tired sounding, telepathic message stole a piece of Sabrina's attention.
'She liked it. I'm currently having breakfast with Madoka.'
If Sabrina's smile shone brighter for a moment, Mami made no comment.
'Merry Christmas, Homura.'
'Merry Christmas.'
Mami blinked awake at the familiar voice. She immediately grasped at her side, finding it unpleasantly empty.
As the blonde girl sat up, confused, blue eyes stared fondly, if mischievously. Then vanished.
"Just so you know," the white haired girl's voice resonated loudly amidst the endless silence, "I really, really appreciate this."
As she said so, she felt the slimmer girl shrug minutely in her arms. After holding the hug for a moment longer, Sabrina stepped back, only a single yellow ribbon keeping both girls connected -and Sabrina in timestop.
The tall girl smiled brightly as she heft a large, bulging sack over her shoulder. "Ready to go?" she asked.
Homura stared, fidgeting oh so slightly. Her eyes bore onto the other girl with some leftover doubt, as if questioning Sabrina's wisdom... or her outfit.
"Come on, it's not bad, is it?" asked Sabrina, looking down at herself.
Her magical girl coat hung on her shoulders, only closed, rather than open as usual. It was also coloured bright red, rather than blue, with quite a bit of white trimming...
She was also sporting a red hat. And a beard. A big white fake beard.
The time traveller opened her mouth... then closed it, shrugging with a sigh, as if giving up after a long battle.
"It's essential to the whole thing," insisted Sabrina, tugging at her coat half-consciously,
"But nobody will see it," protested Homura suddenly.
Blue eyes blinked. "... That's besides the point, Homura."
Amethyst eyes narrowed, unconvinced.
The Santa themed magical girl stood her ground, holding her friend's patented rather intimidating stare.
"... You know, I thought you'd complain about the sheer amount of time this will take," mused Sabrina. "I mean, for us," she clarified, "rather than, well, about this."
Homura frowned for a moment, thoughtful, before sighing once more, slightly bowing her head before the inevitable.
Then she threw a sudden glare at Sabrina.
"I'm not dressing up like... that," she stated.
The grief controller pouted. "But I've got you a nice red-"
"No."
Homura's tone allowed no further argument.
"... OK, let's go," Sabrina shrugged, knowing this was a battle she would not win. She turned around as she did, and hopped into her Mobile Oppression Sled, which had sat waiting for the girls to finish their discussion.
Homura followed, making sure the ribbon connecting both girls didn't get tangled anywhere. She nodded to the taller girl as this one looked back questioningly.
Grinning, Sabrina let her voice carry through the oppressively silent, washed-out-grey confines of stopped time.
"Meguca Airlines Special Christmas Flight, take off!"
The door swung open, courtesy of Homura's slightl glowing fingers.
"First stop, Miki residence!" whispered Sabrina loudly, still carrying the sack as she stepped in after the time traveller, who threw back a look. "I know, I know..." she raised her voice, though not to normal levels.
The intruding girls walked into the Mikis' living room, their eyes quickly zeroing in on a rather small, if nicely decorated Christmas tree sitting on a table.
"I figured we'd start with everyone close and work our way out," mused Sabrina as she rummaged through the sack. She got no verbal answer by the time she pulled out a trio of wrapped items: One was rectangular and thick, slightly larger than her hand; the second one was thin and long, and almost as wide as Sabrina herself; the last one was rectangular like the first one, but smaller and much thinner.
She placed the three gifts, each one with a respective tag, carefully besides the tree, amongst the gifts which were already waiting there.
Sabrina smiled, turning to Homura, who stood waiting. "One down, I-don't-know-how-many-thousands-more to go!"
The dark haired girl's lips twitched. She turned to go.
Sabrina followed. "But I'm thinking we can leave Mami and Madoka for the end," she commented as they stepped back outside, closing the door. "Then we can each give them their gifts in person. That'd be nice, don't you think?"
Homura stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she half turned to stare at Sabrina. A single shaking finger raised to point at her own face, questioningly.
The tall, Santa themed magical girl smiled cheerfully. "Of course you'll get the honours of giving Madoka her gift, Homura."
Homura gulped.
"What if she doesn't like her gift?" muttered Homura, jumping through the high floor window of the hotel after Sabrina.
Suppressing a smile after spotting Kyouko and Yuma messily sprawled on the large bed, Sabrina looked back at her dark haired friend.
Amethyst eyes looked down, the time traveller standing stiff.
"Oh, Homura..." Sabrina sighed, carefully leaving her sack of presents on the floor before walking back.
The yellow ribbon retracted, becoming shorter as the white haired girl approached her troubled friend. Slowly, she grabbed one of her shoulders, smiling reassuringly as the shorter girl looked up.
"It's Madoka, Homura," said Sabrina softly, "you could gift her anything and she would like it, right?"
The time traveller shrugged, the muscles in her shoulders relaxing a bit.
"And she'll like it more if it comes from you," winked Sabrina, causing Homura to stiffen up like a board. And blush.
The grief controlled snickered, squeezing the nervous girl's shoulder. "You'll be fine," she assured her, letting go and turning back to the presents.
A minute later, a small Christmas Tree stood on a corner of the room. Under it, a large wrapped box, large enough to contain several smaller, pocket sized boxes; besides that, a small, thin, rectangular box; hanging from the tree, two white furred red socks, filled to the brim with candy.
Homura bit her lip thoughtfully as the present giving magical girls climbed back out the window.
Sabrina sighed, looking up at a certain house.
"You know, I kind of don't want to break in into this one," she told her companion.
Homura shrugged, her amethyst eyes showing little care for the other girl's current predicament. Rather, she seemed absorbed into her own thoughts.
"OK, let me..." Sabrina bit her lip. "Homura? You think you could give me some space?"
The time traveller blinked and turned to stare questioningly at the taller girl.
"Just," Sabrina motioned with her, hand "can you cross the street and wait there?"
After a moment of staring, Homura shrugged.
"Thanks..." said Sabrina as her friend complied. Then she stared thoughtfully at the length of ribbon connecting them. Slowly, concentrating, she raised a hand, index finger outstretched towards it.
From where she pointed, the ribbon split, a new end growing away from the rest. The grief controlled nodded to herself, and with no further motion, watched as the new connection rose and slid through a window.
After a few seconds, Sabrina walked up to the door and knocked.
After a few more seconds, she knocked again. Loudly.
A soft groaning and muttering answered her call. It sounded suspiciously like "five more minutes, mom..."
Then a gasp.
Then- silence.
Sabrina blinked. With a thought, the ribbon stretched a little further.
The muttering resumed, now accompanied by a racket, and foosteps.
Mere seconds later, the window from which the ribbon trailed swung open, and Ono Megane glared imperiously down at Sabrina.
Then she did a double take.
"Merry Christmas!" yelled the red-outfitted, red-hatted, white-bearded girl, holding up a wrapped long, thin package.
Before the befuddled Ono could react, the present rose in the air by itself, or rather, held by a tiniest amount of Grief, coming to stop in front of the irritated girl, who leaned back from it as if it were a poisonous cobra.
"You..." bit out Ono, "do you think you can just... break into my home, pull me into your stupid empty world and bring presents as if that made everything OK?!" she yelled, pushing the floating gift away, and throwing the watching Homura a glare for good measure.
"I didn't break in this time!" pointed out Sabrina, trying for a smile.
She could swear she heard Ono's teeth grinding.
Before the magically addled girl could explode -maybe literally- Sabrina pressed on.
"Look, I'm sorry!" she said, her expression turning contrite. "I didn't do well by you, even though I wanted to, made mistakes-"
"Mistakes?!" screeched Ono.
"-Because I didn't know how to make things better," continued Sabrina. "Hell, I still don't know," she shrugged self deprecatingly. "But I hope I can make up for it."
"You think a Christmas gift is gonna solve everything?" sneered the dark haired girl above.
"Not everything," shrugged Sabrina, letting her hands drop. She stood down on the street, dressed in her improvised Santa Claus costume, looking up at the irate girl who seemed to want nothing more than to blast her with a magic ray. "But it could be a start?"
Ono's eye twitched. She kept glaring down, as if no words were necessary to explain her contempt.
The white haired girl sighed. "Look, just take the gift, OK? It's free. I won't bother you again if you don't want."
In the end, Ono huffed, making sure to convey extreme annoyance with every inch of her body.
"I'll take your stupid gift," she snarled, "it's a Christmas Miracle..."
The window slammed shut with a BANG!, extremely loud in the confines of timestop.
After a few seconds, the ribbon trailed its way backwards, out from where it had crawled under the window, and back towards it started, disappearing into the simple, two way ribbon connecting Sabrina and Homura.
The time traveller gave her companion the a flat stare as this one sighed.
With some effort, Sabrina smiled. "Could've gone worse?" she half-asked.
Homura blinked.
"Could've gone worse," affirmed Sabrina, turning back to her Mobile Oppression Sled.
Amethyst eyes stared reprovingly.
"The Mikuni don't deserve presents," said Homura.
"Ah-ah!" said Sabrina, shaking a finger 'no'. "They're the Kures now!"
The time traveller grumbled internally as the grief controller left a couple of twin gift boxes waiting for the couple sleeping upstairs, surely holding onto each other in their sleep.
The
"Sheng Dan Kuai Le," whispered Sabrina as she left yet another home.
"Śubh krisamas," a few extra candies were left -there were little children there!
"Eid Milad Majid," said Sabrina, barely able to contain a yawn.
"Feliz Navidad," a few more presents dropped, yet many more to be delivered.
"Merry Christmas," muttered Homura, catching the present Sabrina accidentally dropped, and lying it down under the tree. With countless hours of practice ignoring sleep, she grabbed the taller girl's arm and guided her back out.
There was much work left to do.
"Joyeux Noël!" cheered Sabrina as she haphazardly dropped a pile of presents, her eyes wide open, her smile somewhat forced.
She tripped two times on the way out.
"Feliz Natal..." Sabrina blinked as she reached into her gift sack for an appropriate gift. Then she realized the sack was empty.
Blinking even more, she raised a hand, a whole other sack, this one bulging with presents, floated into her hand, carried by a deep purple, grief hand.
"A-hem, Feliz Natal," she repeated as she left two gifts under a Christmas Tree.
It was a long, long night for Homura and Sabrina.
"... And we're back home," yawned Sabrina on the Mobile Opression Sled as Mitakihara came into view.
She got no response from her loyal companion. She glanced back as they flew, smiling as she watched Homura's head bobbing slightly, her eyelids dropping. The time traveller blinked and rubbed at her eyes, a huge yawn escaping her lips, as if to echo Sabrina's previous one.
"Hey," the red-and-white-clothed magical girl smiled, getting a tired look in answer, "you got her present?" she asked.
Homura sat up straighter in her seat then, suddenly much more awake than a second prior. Her right hand grasped at her Shield. Her eyes hardened, burning with determination as she gave Sabrina a curt nod.
Used to her friend's seldom bouts of intensity, Sabrina simply gave her an encouraging smile. "She'll like it," she reassured as she led the Mobile Oppression Sled down, to land in front of a familiar if still non-sensically spacious house.
After Homura stepped down from the transport, Sabrina looked pointedly at the yellow ribbon keeping them connected. "It'll untangle itself once I'm ready, just wait for me, OK?"
The time traveller took a deep breath, steadying herself, before nodding.
"Good luck," whispered Sabrina as she took one final time, her voice carrying far in the stillness of time-stop.
As she flew away, an even softer voice reached her ears.
"Thank you."
Mami sat up in her bed trying to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. A familiar voice had woken her up, and she smiled, a greeting in her lips...
Only for it to die suddenly as, instead of the tall, blue eyed, white haired girl she was expecting, she spotted a box.
A big, cubic box, at least a metre a side, all of it wrapped in shiny christmas wrapping paper, and with a big red bow on top.
The blonde teenager couldn't stop the squeal that escaped her lips. Her eyes shone as she approached the unexpected gift, her earlier confusion momentarily forgotten.
Her bare feet threaded carefully, suddenly aprehensive. Spotting something, Mami's hand reached timidly to grab a simple white tag, which hung from an edge of the box. Turning it around, she read:
The tag said:
Honey eyes softened, staring fondly at the simple writing... before Mami startled, turning to look at the big gift box in a new light.
Not tarrying any longer, she pulled the red ribbon, tore away at the wrapping paper, and lifted the box lid open-
"SURPRISE!" yelled Sabrina as she jumped out of the box, sweeping Mami off her feet and into a hug. The blonde's arms automatically wrapped themselves around her, Mami holding onto Sabrina tightly, her feet hanging inches off the ground.
"Sabrina..." Mami whispered, her voice thick with a mix of emotions. Her eyes stung as she buried her face on the taller girl's hair.
Sabrina squeezed Mami for a moment, before drawing back slightly. Still holding on, she reached with one hand to lift Mami's chin, until their eyes met.
Smiling blue ones looked fondly into scared, hopeful gold ones.
"Merry Christmas," whispered Sabrina, leaning down to press her lips against Mami's.
Time stopped for the next few seconds, metaphorically this time, as the girls held each other close.
As they separated, a radiant smile plastered on both girl's faces, Mami blinked confusedly, a hand coming up to touch at her lips... and then to touch Sabrina's face.
Or rather, to touch the white beard hanging off the taller girl's face. "What..." muttered the golden magical girl.
Sabrina snickered and, with a wink, carefully let Mami back down, climbed out of the box, took a few steps, and turned.
"Ta-dah!" she exclaimed, raising her arms, letting the blonde magical girl see her in her whole, Santa-themed glory.
Mami giggled, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. As Sabrina turned this and that way, showing off, the musketeer's giggles turned into full blown laughter.
"Sa-Sabrina, you..." golden eyes shone with mirth, "you look... so cute," she finished in a high pitched voice.
The white haired girl blushed slightly, scratching her fake-bearded cheek. "Glad you think so... Well?" she asked suddenly. "Do you like your present?"
"Present?" asked Mami, as if she had forgotten. Then her cheeks reddened. "You mean, you... you- you?" she almost squeaked.
Sabrina's blush matched Mami's one perfectly, her eyes trembling with trepidation... before she steeled herself.
"Well," she said, brushing back a lock of hair over her ear, "I can't gift you something you al-already own, can I?" Sabrina almost managed to not stutter.
Mami's eyes shone, her mouth hanging open as she pulled in a shuddering breath, her fists pressed against her chest.
Sabrina barely had opened her arms when the golden girl crashed into her, the taller girl lifting Mami for a moment, before letting her feet touch ground once more.
The girls held each other for minutes, simply enjoying each other's close company.
After a while, Mami looked up at Sabrina, her hand reaching behind the white haired girl's head. Sabrina smiled as the fake beard came loose, letting her face show in full.
"Better," nodded Mami, before tightening her hug once more. "Wait," she blinked, "present? What present?"
"It's in the box, Mami," muttered Sabrina, pulling away slowly.
"Oh," the blonde held the other girl's hand as they separated, and they turned back towards the box. Approaching it, Mami peered down to stare at its contents. "Oh!" her eyes lit up, "Sabrina? How did you know?!" she asked with a huge smile, turning to hug the taller girl once more.
"Well, you know..." Sabrina shrugged slightly, returning the embrace. "Come on, let's set it up?" she asked.
Mami nodded enthusiastically against her shoulder.
Less than half an hour later, the couple was... still holding onto each other, but now while having breakfast, their legs covered under their brand new kotatsu.
Amidst the pleasant smells and light, cheerful conversation, a single, tired sounding, telepathic message stole a piece of Sabrina's attention.
'She liked it. I'm currently having breakfast with Madoka.'
If Sabrina's smile shone brighter for a moment, Mami made no comment.
'Merry Christmas, Homura.'
'Merry Christmas.'
blast flame
How far will we go if it means lighting the way?
- Location
- Perth, Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[x] Phoenixian
Always Happening
We could have prevented this.
- Location
- On a train with no brakes
The Christmas Miracle is actually Homura getting her timestop powers back after Walpurgisnacht. 
blast flame
How far will we go if it means lighting the way?
- Location
- Perth, Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Turns out all we needed to do with jimmy open the sand timer and move the sand back up to the top and then seal it back up. Doing it every month and a half is a pain but hey.The Christmas Miracle is actually Homura getting her timestop powers back after Walpurgisnacht.
Script Mak3r
(Verified Sun God) (Verified Feathers)
- Location
- Hell of Blazing Fires
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Maybe Yukariguca could make a gap that leads from the bottom of the timer back to the top?