Appletank
Acquire Cheese
I was always disappointed that Nanoha barrier jackets don't turn into barrier power armor.
Like come on, she's supposed to be a magical gundam already.
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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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?
Like come on, she's supposed to be a magical gundam already.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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- She/Her
That would make it a sentai show.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Can't let the people realize how small and meaningless the differences between what they worship and what they destest are.
Man, I'd be thrilled if this was the start of our Minion Acquisition.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Excuse me, what do you think Saito and Akemi are?
Why do you think we got Nadia to go around quietly telling reasonable meguca about Clear Seeds?
...
... We are recruiting minions for our Empire's army, right? I am not being bamboozled, my entire life was not a lie.
Right?
- Location
- A friendly desert community
Well if Riona wanted to make her shades suffer...
- Location
- London, 1935. August.
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- She/Her
I think it depends on if the shades look exactly like they looked when they were alive or if they have control over their appearances. They could also just be glowing spirit blob.
Relatedly, I always assumed there were a lot of trans girls Kyuubey targeted out there. Statistically, young LGBT people - and trans people especially - are more likely to fall into a grief spiral even without any revelations about the system. From that perspective, it actually makes a lot of sense that most of the magical girls in the show seem like they might be queer; that's probably a significant proportion of who Kyuubey targets, especially in more conservative parts of the world like Japan.
I could even imagine a system where Kyuubey screws with trans magical girls further by either making the new magical girl's body appear female when they transform into their outfit, in which case I could see Riona's power treating their non-transformed state as their "real" appearance and making them look male for while enslaved to her. Or Kyuubey could just change the new contractee so they appear female full time, thus seriously fucking up their non-magical life. Or, worst of all, I can imagine Kyuubey choosing between those two solutions depending on what would be worse for the girl in question.
I've actually considered writing a trans magical girl fic or quest, but I haven't really been able to come up with anything interesting for the magical side of the plot.
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Your right, my mistake.Excuse me, what do you think Saito and Akemi are?
Why do you think we got Nadia to go around quietly telling reasonable meguca about Clear Seeds?
...
... We are recruiting minions for our Empire's army, right? I am not being bamboozled, my entire life was not a lie.
Right?
Specialist robot minions.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Well, a thought: If what your Soul looks like after death is set to whatever you looked like before dying and you couldn't change after that...
That would leave lots of people with eternal body image issues.
I'd prefer to believe that to not be the case, at least.Just a thought.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Well, a thought: If what your Soul looks like after death is set to whatever you looked like before dying and you couldn't change after that...
That would leave lots of people with eternal body image issues.
Just a thought.
I'm pretty sure at least in PMMM the Soul can look very different.
I mean we have
1) moeblobs
2) shiny rocks
3) pointy needly thingamagics
4) Eldritch mermaids with their own orchestra
So, you know, variety.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I was thinking more "would my soul look like my body or my self-image", but I guess conscious control of one's appearance is also a possibility.
Kyuubey isn't a monkey's paw. He doesn't need to screw with people, they screw themselves.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
He doesn't have the ability to fuck with how magic manifests, anyway.
Though he does tend to stealthily push them towards screwing themselves.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Flying Hug Delivery?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[q] Make an ahoge out of grief
-[q] See if it functions as a witch radar like Kazumi's
-[q] See if it functions as a witch radar like Kazumi's
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
And if it works... that means we're a Witch after all!
Genius.
No, wait, that ahoge only detects the fake Witches.
... So if we want to do this to test whether we're a de-Witch, or a Witch clone or whatever... we need Anri's help. And a way to create something that'd ping as a fake Witch without, you know, actually using people as materials. Or actually creating a sentient suffering being.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
So I've been looking at possible groups we can go spread Clear Seeds to, and the obvious place to start for me was the University Groups allies.
And then I noticed that Osaki is, uh, right next to Tokyo. So yeah, if we wanna more or less group up our travels by location, contacting Osaki at around the same time we're planning to go to Tokyo makes sense. Heck, maybe Osaki has some information on Tokyo for us, hypothetically maybe even a seat on the Tokyo council.
And then I noticed that Osaki is, uh, right next to Tokyo. So yeah, if we wanna more or less group up our travels by location, contacting Osaki at around the same time we're planning to go to Tokyo makes sense. Heck, maybe Osaki has some information on Tokyo for us, hypothetically maybe even a seat on the Tokyo council.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
This reminds me we got list contact sharing scheduled with Yuki this weekend (also, Shizukiparents talk). Also that we still haven't visited Stealthguca.
We've got quite a schedule set up. Firn wanted this Riona thing to happen before getting into more timeskippy things, right? Maybe we should update the Day Planner week by week tabs; it could help with the writing of Brina going through repetitive meetings at timeskip pace?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Not exactly related, but I got a totally great idea. Totally.We need tocontracthire Yuma as our secretary instead of Kyouko's.
What if we... make Oriko... Homura's secretary.
Or just put Oriko to work as Homura's underling. Thiiiiiink abooooooooout iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
- Homura gets to boss Oriko around, being in a position of power over her. This totally helps Homu's nerves.
- Oriko would do her penance by having to follow Homura's directions despite being super irritated at having to put up with Homu's Homuness. This totally helps Oriko's guilt complex.
- Homura would generally always know where Oriko is. This totally helps Homura's insecurity.
- Oriko gets to do good things for the world. This totally helps the world.
Oriko's lidded eyes contemplated the shorter, purple eyed girl trying to glare hole into her head. She sighed.
"If I understand correctly, I am to start working as your assistant starting today, Miss Akemi."
Homura's only answer was the sound of her teeth grinding together.
Understanding simple politeness wouldn't help, Oriko attempted to draw some sort of sympathy from the hatefully glaring girl:
"It is clear to me that both you and I hate this situation..."
"I do not hate this situation."
Only to be cut short.
"... Oh?"
"I abhor and despise this situation, and I am incensed at Sabrina, but I am also resigned that this will probably work out for the best in some way, shape, or form," explained Homura. "I hate you," she added, voice dripping with venom.
"I understand," a sad smile graced Oriko's lips. "Regardless of our feelings, we should do our best to help the world, yes?" she nodded.
To her surpise, Homura nodded back, even returning the smile... if a tad more... sinister.
"Indeed."
The time traveller -already transformed, of course- rummaged through her Shield, not taking her eyes off Oriko, and pulled out...
"... A broom?" Oriko's face fell as the cleaning implement was pushed into her hands.
Homura raised an eyebrow, daring the taller girl to challenge her newfound authority. "You want to help make the world a better place, right, Mikuni?"
"As... awful as I was feeling about this... assignment," Oriko, not needing future sight to know where things were headed, tried to find the exact right words to prevent a terrible future from coming to pass, "even with my expectations as low as they were, I was hoping for a more... exciting task, perhaps," her eyes gleamed, "something dangerous, like Witch fighting? Or negotiating with dangerous Magical Girls? A risky task that would put my life on the line?"
But Homura stood unmoved. A little tight ball of despair -resignation- settled in Oriko's stomach as the corner of the other girl's lips twitched, which, for Homura, positively ammounted to a grin.
"You will have to work your way up if you want those dangerous, exciting, non-dreadfully boring jobs, intern Mikuni."
"Intern," repeated Oriko.
"You can start by sweeping the floors of the Mamigold Hotel."
"... That's a fifty floor building," Oriko protested, unable to repress a flinch.
Purple eyes seemed to laugh at her in contempt. "And then you can also mop the floors."
"But-"
"And once you're done with that..." Homura did grin then, "you'll offer your cleaning services to Miss Yuki."
"She'll work me to the bone," Oriko complained, shoulders slumped.
"And then you'll also clean up our new base of operations."
"That place's an hypercube," anguish entered Oriko's voice. The tall girl's eyes gleamed with unshed tears of frustration and despair; her knees shook weakly, all signs of her poise and grace gone, leaving a sad, hunched figure in their stead; Oriko's delicate hand rested at her cheek, drawing attention to her pouting, trembling lips; her head fell and her whole body slumped alongside it.
Sorrowful, despondent, helpless, vulnerable.
Oriko sniffed and blinked up at Homura and held her hands together in suplication, still holding the broom; her lips parted to beg-
"Once you're done with that," interrupted Homura, uncaring, merciless, "Mami said more hands are needed at the hotel's kitchen."
Oriko blinked. "I like baking?"
"Great, because Kyouko and Yuma ate all the cakes."
"... All of them?" Oriko's voice faded into a whisper.
"And there's gonna be a reunion tomorrow."
"Let me guess, at the hotel."
Homura nodded, prompting Oriko to slump even more, if that was possible.
The time traveller's grin faded as she turned away, but then stopped. "Oh," she mused.
Oriko looked up, a glimmer of hope daring to shine in her eyes.
Homura ran a hand through her magnificient hair. "Don't forget to wash your hands after mopping."
She turned away as she flipped her hair right into Oriko's face, the aristocratic girl flinching away.
In the second it took her to reopen her eyes, Homura had vanished.
Oriko stared at the empty space in front of her, then down at the broom in her hands, then... looked around, making sure nobody was around to watch what was about to happen...
"That bitch!" she erupted, throwing the broom on the ground.
The cleaning implement bounced noisily on the floor one, two, three times, rolling to a stop a mere feet away. And no matter how much Oriko glared, the broom refused to lit up in fire due to the sheer force of her will.
After a long minute... she sighed.
"This is my life now. Oriko Mikuni. Magical Janitor."
The girl slowly moved to pick up the broom, resigned to her fate.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, wheels started turning, facts and ideas bubbling up, plans and plots being formed...
But for the time being, Oriko simply turned and started making her way towards the Best Exotic Mamigold Hotel, no other option than to do her job. Alone, since Kirika was out of the city with Sabrina, something she couldn't help but feel wasn't coincidental... It wasn't paranoia if they were laughing behind your back, was it? Or as close as Homura ever got to laughing, anyway.
"That girl really is the Devil..."
"If I understand correctly, I am to start working as your assistant starting today, Miss Akemi."
Homura's only answer was the sound of her teeth grinding together.
Understanding simple politeness wouldn't help, Oriko attempted to draw some sort of sympathy from the hatefully glaring girl:
"It is clear to me that both you and I hate this situation..."
"I do not hate this situation."
Only to be cut short.
"... Oh?"
"I abhor and despise this situation, and I am incensed at Sabrina, but I am also resigned that this will probably work out for the best in some way, shape, or form," explained Homura. "I hate you," she added, voice dripping with venom.
"I understand," a sad smile graced Oriko's lips. "Regardless of our feelings, we should do our best to help the world, yes?" she nodded.
To her surpise, Homura nodded back, even returning the smile... if a tad more... sinister.
"Indeed."
The time traveller -already transformed, of course- rummaged through her Shield, not taking her eyes off Oriko, and pulled out...
"... A broom?" Oriko's face fell as the cleaning implement was pushed into her hands.
Homura raised an eyebrow, daring the taller girl to challenge her newfound authority. "You want to help make the world a better place, right, Mikuni?"
"As... awful as I was feeling about this... assignment," Oriko, not needing future sight to know where things were headed, tried to find the exact right words to prevent a terrible future from coming to pass, "even with my expectations as low as they were, I was hoping for a more... exciting task, perhaps," her eyes gleamed, "something dangerous, like Witch fighting? Or negotiating with dangerous Magical Girls? A risky task that would put my life on the line?"
But Homura stood unmoved. A little tight ball of despair -resignation- settled in Oriko's stomach as the corner of the other girl's lips twitched, which, for Homura, positively ammounted to a grin.
"You will have to work your way up if you want those dangerous, exciting, non-dreadfully boring jobs, intern Mikuni."
"Intern," repeated Oriko.
"You can start by sweeping the floors of the Mamigold Hotel."
"... That's a fifty floor building," Oriko protested, unable to repress a flinch.
Purple eyes seemed to laugh at her in contempt. "And then you can also mop the floors."
"But-"
"And once you're done with that..." Homura did grin then, "you'll offer your cleaning services to Miss Yuki."
"She'll work me to the bone," Oriko complained, shoulders slumped.
"And then you'll also clean up our new base of operations."
"That place's an hypercube," anguish entered Oriko's voice. The tall girl's eyes gleamed with unshed tears of frustration and despair; her knees shook weakly, all signs of her poise and grace gone, leaving a sad, hunched figure in their stead; Oriko's delicate hand rested at her cheek, drawing attention to her pouting, trembling lips; her head fell and her whole body slumped alongside it.
Sorrowful, despondent, helpless, vulnerable.
Oriko sniffed and blinked up at Homura and held her hands together in suplication, still holding the broom; her lips parted to beg-
"Once you're done with that," interrupted Homura, uncaring, merciless, "Mami said more hands are needed at the hotel's kitchen."
Oriko blinked. "I like baking?"
"Great, because Kyouko and Yuma ate all the cakes."
"... All of them?" Oriko's voice faded into a whisper.
"And there's gonna be a reunion tomorrow."
"Let me guess, at the hotel."
Homura nodded, prompting Oriko to slump even more, if that was possible.
The time traveller's grin faded as she turned away, but then stopped. "Oh," she mused.
Oriko looked up, a glimmer of hope daring to shine in her eyes.
Homura ran a hand through her magnificient hair. "Don't forget to wash your hands after mopping."
She turned away as she flipped her hair right into Oriko's face, the aristocratic girl flinching away.
In the second it took her to reopen her eyes, Homura had vanished.
Oriko stared at the empty space in front of her, then down at the broom in her hands, then... looked around, making sure nobody was around to watch what was about to happen...
"That bitch!" she erupted, throwing the broom on the ground.
The cleaning implement bounced noisily on the floor one, two, three times, rolling to a stop a mere feet away. And no matter how much Oriko glared, the broom refused to lit up in fire due to the sheer force of her will.
After a long minute... she sighed.
"This is my life now. Oriko Mikuni. Magical Janitor."
The girl slowly moved to pick up the broom, resigned to her fate.
Somewhere at the back of her mind, wheels started turning, facts and ideas bubbling up, plans and plots being formed...
But for the time being, Oriko simply turned and started making her way towards the Best Exotic Mamigold Hotel, no other option than to do her job. Alone, since Kirika was out of the city with Sabrina, something she couldn't help but feel wasn't coincidental... It wasn't paranoia if they were laughing behind your back, was it? Or as close as Homura ever got to laughing, anyway.
"That girl really is the Devil..."
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That's not what nepotism is. Sabrina has no family, outside of maybe Homura and Madoka. Nagisa is honorary little sister, but she isn't a magical girl (neither is Madoka, but she is a Potential, at least). Homura has no living family (or family that cares enough to live with her or maintain a close relationship with her).
Anyway, we should probably hold off on mass distribution of Clear Seeds until we figure out what happens when we feed one enough hope-flavored magic (and figure out the reason behind some Clear Seeds feeling quiescent when drained of grief, while others feel hungry for grief).
Sure, but who even knows of the word "cronyism"?
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