You have been updating at least once a week for six years, far longer than any other author I know of with greater consistency. We can wait a day for an update.
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?
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
That's not so hard to figure out. Homura has stolen battleships before, after all.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Let me know when she manages to obtain a shipgirl.That's not so hard to figure out. Homura has stolen battleships before, after all.
- Location
- Here
Mami is a greatly superior combatant in all respects compared to shipgirl Iowa. Compared to a reactivated Iowa-class, it is true that she currently lacks long-range missile capabilities and radar, but I'm not really prepared to put anything past her, if it were important for her to develop.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Somewhere in America:
Kyubey I wish I had the battle power of a battleship!
>later<
Sabrina: OMG your a shipgirl?!
Shipgirl MG: .... yes?
Sabrina: *squeee* this is almost as cool as the girl that wished for a dragon!
Shipgirl MG: THERES A GIRL WITH A DRAGON?!
Script Mak3r
(Verified Sun God) (Verified Feathers)
- Location
- Hell of Blazing Fires
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Always be yourself. Unless you can be a shipgirl. Then always be a shipgirl.
Appletank
Acquire Cheese
Have you considered being a Dragon Shipgirl?
That's small potatoes.
The thing these days is being a Mizuchi Carrier.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Unless you can make a mountain your friend
then make a mountain into a magical girl.
- Location
- Illinois
"intercontinental ballistic mamis"
- Location
- a Minecraft Rollercoaster
No, Mami is the firing platform. It's Sayaklones that are the ammunition.
Jonen C
F.M.D.G.
- Location
- Lincopense, Ostrogothia, Suecia
A weapon to surpass Metal Gear.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
MAMI GEAR
Ah, but can she surpass the Yamato?
Office Complex pt. 30
"Mmm..." You debate phrasing and specifics with yourself for a moment. You understand Kyouko, a bit. Enough to give Mami an answer, anyway, you just have to organize your thoughts.
Mami makes a quiet, indecipherable noise, curling a little closer to you, but not so far that she has to look away from you.
"She does want to reconcile with you," you say finally. You almost change your mind at the last second, but really, you don't need to complicate it. "But she has a lot of difficulty believing that it's possible."
"Because we fought," Mami murmurs quietly.
"Eh..." In lieu of waggling your hand -you'd have to stop hugging Mami to do that- you bob your head from side to side in a non-committal sort of hybrid between a nod and a shake. "I don't know for sure whether she believes that because of you, or herself, or maybe both... but I do believe she wants the reconciliation. I wouldn't be trying to make this happen if she didn't."
Mami hesitates, a touch of fear and a sprinkling of worry etching lines around her face and mouth. You give in to the impulse to brush your fingertips along her face, trying to smooth away the wrinkles. She presses against your hand, following the touch.
"Does she?" Mami asks finally, her voice very small and scared.
"As much as you do, I think," you say softly. "But she has those same fears, too. She..." You huff, staring past Mami's shoulder and out through the window, as if trying to see past the distance and the buildings to Kasamino. "I don't think she really expects this to work."
"But-" Mami's eyes snap up to you, any further words dying on her tongue.
"But I think it can be done," you say. "As long as you want it, too."
"Of course I do," Mami whispers.
"Then I think it can happen," you say softly. "But if I may, Mami, as a... third party, I think... I think you shouldn't rely on expectations. I don't think Kyouko's expectations are correct, and... it's just a breakdown of communication. You still care about her, right?"
Mami nods, throat working as she swallows.
"I think you really need to tell her that," you say. "And I think she really needs to hear about it. And anything else, literally anything else, can be worried about after that."
"A-alright," Mami says, voice small. She takes a breath, and smiles at you. "Alright. I believe you, Sabrina."
"And I'll be there with you," you promise, returning the smile. "Always."
"As long as you're there," Mami murmurs. "As long as you're with me, I can do it." She burrows back into the hug, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close and tuck herself into your embrace.
"Then we're definitely getting this done," you murmur, returning to rubbing soothing circles on her back. "And it won't be thanks to me, because all I've done is make the meeting possible. I know you can do it, Mami, because you still care about her, or you wouldn't be afraid - and the same applies for her, too."
"You're everything, Sabrina," Mami whispers. "None of this would have happened if you weren't here. I'm happy because of you, Sabrina."
"And you make me happy too," you murmur. "Always remember that."
Mami makes a soft noise, but doesn't say anything more, instead choosing to indulge in the hug for a few more minutes.
"Alright," she murmurs at last, pulling back to meet your eyes. There's warmth in her golden eyes and tremulous but strengthening smile, and as you return it, she straightens.
"Alright?" you echo, returning that smile.
"Alright," she says, cracking a tiny grin.
"Alright!" you say.
Mami giggles, and pulls away entirely. "We should probably get back to preparing dinner," she says. "After all, we have a guest, and we shouldn't keep her waiting for too long."
"Two guests, actually," you say lightly, following Mami to the sink to wash your hands. "Mugin came along, too."
"We should just get him a perch," Mami says thoughtfully.
"Are we adopting?" you say, slanting a sidelong grin at Mami. You're not blushing. You're absolutely not blushing. You're just lightening the mood a bit, to help Mami feel better, so why would you be blushing?
Mami, on the other hand, definitely does blush, an utterly adorable dusting of pink settling across her cheeks, but she rallies gamely and smooths her expression out.
"No, I think we've been adopted," Mami says. "We should ask Sayaka."
"Sounds like a plan," you say, beaming. "Now, beef stew, right? Do we have enough time?"
"I think so, if we're quick about it," Mami says, smiling and gesturing at the prepared vegetables. "And... we should have enough time to bake some bread, too?"
"Sounds good. I'll start browning the beef, then," you say. Mami makes room for you to pull out a large pot, and you set to dusting the beef in a bit of flour and browning it. As the meat sizzles merrily in the pot, you keep a close eye on it - just as you keep a close eye on your cloud of nanofog for unwanted visitors.
Honestly, Kyuubey's been way too quiet recently. It makes you more than a bit suspicious.
And of course, you have enough attention to spare for a little side project, too. As you bob to the side to make room for Mami to start mixing a dough, you start weaving Grief into your hair. It takes some tweaking for you to get the texture and colour right without going into Witchy Grief, and that occupies a good ten minutes, and even then, you decide to grow your hair extensions out slowly, just for the effect.
You find yourself humming quietly under your breath, watching Mami out of the corner of your eye and smiling when she looks up to meet your gaze. She always returns the smile, and if there's an edge of nervousness in the way she hesitates and pauses at times, as if lost in thought, well - you're right there, and more than happy to reassure her with a brush of your hand against hers, or a gentle bump of your hip against her.
Still, by the time you have the stew simmering nicely on the stove, your hair's down to mid-back. You're not quite certain if Mami hasn't noticed it, or if she has noticed it and has decided not to say anything about it. Probably the latter.
Homura's still working on her homework when you and Mami join her in the living room, leaving dinner to, well, stew for a bit.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Mami says, blinking as she enters the living room on your heels. "We... haven't been the best of hosts today, Homura, and I apologise."
"Not at all," Homura murmurs, shaking her head. "You're offering dinner, and I'm only taking advantage of the time to do my homework."
"Weren't you going to join everyone else for the homework session tomorrow, Homura?" you ask, settling onto the sofa. Mami immediately claims the spot beside you, curling herself under your arm.
"I still am," Homura says, eyes flicking up to you. You can see the instant Homura notices your hair. Violet eyes narrow for a split second, then dart over to Mami, then back to you, and then she continues smoothly. "But the intention was only to finish the more difficult questions as a group."
"Hah, right. Yeah, that makes sense," you say. Mami starts toying with your hair, exploring the Grief extensions with a curious, gentle touch, and you can't help but lean into the touch - and you can't help but twine the strands affectionately around her fingers, either.
Homura nods, and returns to her homework, pen scratching out neat, precise characters. It's a comfortable sort of silence, Mami content to play with your hair, and you content to continue growing it out slowly. You'll have it down to Homura levels of hair by the time dinner's done, you estimate.
Still, you're never one to stay idle for too long.
"Hey, Kyouko?" you reach out telepathically, trying to keep both your face and your mental voice neutral. "Mami's agreed to the meeting."
On the one hand, it'd be polite to ask her if she's still up to the meeting. On the other, Kyouko tends to take that kind of thing as a challenge, and you don't want to accidentally coerce her into it - that's not the kind of mindset you want her to go into it with.
"Yeah? Tonight?" Kyouko's mental voice is perhaps a little rougher than usual.
"Tonight, if you're up for it. Do you want to come over to Mami's apartment, or somewhere in between?" you ask carefully. "We're having dinner soon."
"The bridge," Kyouko grunts. "She knows where."
"The bridge, huh," you say, but you're thinking to yourself. Kyouko's already cut the connection, and you can't help but notice she didn't say when you were going to meet up.
... well, you've told her, in as many words, that you'd be having dinner. If she shows up earlier... you think that you're allowed that bit of selfishness, if she herself didn't bother to make it clear.
"Is it... is it alright?" Mami asks, quiet and tremulous. Golden eyes watch your face anxiously.
"Yeah," you say with a soft smile. "We'll head down after dinner."
Homura looks up silently from the coffee table, her pen stilling for a second before she nods at you, which you interpret as acknowledgement and notice that she will, in fact, be there, and then she returns to her homework.
"Oh," Mami says. She takes another breath. "Alright."
She returns to toying with your hair, distracted and fitful, but she seems to find it fascinating, anyway - Grief extensions and your natural hair alike.
"We'll be there," you say. You squeeze her gently, and you leave it at that, because you've been learning when to hold your tongue sometimes. Mami needs to work through this herself, and so you'll give her that time and space to think.
"We may wish to invite Miki Sayaka," Homura murmurs to you, and you alone.
"I... hm." You lean into Mami's hand, following the trail of her fingertips along your scalp. "I... maybe? The support would be nice, but the fact that Kyouko and Sayaka are already friends might make it weird. It's a good idea, though, I'll mull it over. Thanks, Homura."
Homura catches your eye for a second, nodding infinitesimally.
"Ah..." Mami exhales, and uncurls from your side. "We should... we should finish up with dinner."
"Alright," you say. "Let's go."
"Dinner will be ready soon, Homura," Mami says, smiling at Homura. "Thank you for being patient."
"It's not a problem," Homura says.
You stand, and head in to the kitchen on Mami's heels, sharing a reassuring smile with her. The richness of the beef stew combines with the heady fragrance of baking bread, enough to make your stomach rumble as you peek under the lid to check that the stew's getting along nicely.
You turn your thoughts to Homura's suggestion and the meeting with Kyouko. The bridge, Kyouko had said. You think you know what she means, though you don't know where it is. The scene of their confrontation.
[] Invite Sayaka
[] Don't invite Sayaka
[] During the meeting
- [] Guide the conversation
- [] Provide an opening statement
- [] Just let Mami and Kyouko talk it out
[X] Vote in abeyance
Ugh. Sorry for breaking the update here - I'd genuinely intended to get you through to the meeting, but that isn't happening.
Mami makes a quiet, indecipherable noise, curling a little closer to you, but not so far that she has to look away from you.
"She does want to reconcile with you," you say finally. You almost change your mind at the last second, but really, you don't need to complicate it. "But she has a lot of difficulty believing that it's possible."
"Because we fought," Mami murmurs quietly.
"Eh..." In lieu of waggling your hand -you'd have to stop hugging Mami to do that- you bob your head from side to side in a non-committal sort of hybrid between a nod and a shake. "I don't know for sure whether she believes that because of you, or herself, or maybe both... but I do believe she wants the reconciliation. I wouldn't be trying to make this happen if she didn't."
Mami hesitates, a touch of fear and a sprinkling of worry etching lines around her face and mouth. You give in to the impulse to brush your fingertips along her face, trying to smooth away the wrinkles. She presses against your hand, following the touch.
"Does she?" Mami asks finally, her voice very small and scared.
"As much as you do, I think," you say softly. "But she has those same fears, too. She..." You huff, staring past Mami's shoulder and out through the window, as if trying to see past the distance and the buildings to Kasamino. "I don't think she really expects this to work."
"But-" Mami's eyes snap up to you, any further words dying on her tongue.
"But I think it can be done," you say. "As long as you want it, too."
"Of course I do," Mami whispers.
"Then I think it can happen," you say softly. "But if I may, Mami, as a... third party, I think... I think you shouldn't rely on expectations. I don't think Kyouko's expectations are correct, and... it's just a breakdown of communication. You still care about her, right?"
Mami nods, throat working as she swallows.
"I think you really need to tell her that," you say. "And I think she really needs to hear about it. And anything else, literally anything else, can be worried about after that."
"A-alright," Mami says, voice small. She takes a breath, and smiles at you. "Alright. I believe you, Sabrina."
"And I'll be there with you," you promise, returning the smile. "Always."
"As long as you're there," Mami murmurs. "As long as you're with me, I can do it." She burrows back into the hug, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you close and tuck herself into your embrace.
"Then we're definitely getting this done," you murmur, returning to rubbing soothing circles on her back. "And it won't be thanks to me, because all I've done is make the meeting possible. I know you can do it, Mami, because you still care about her, or you wouldn't be afraid - and the same applies for her, too."
"You're everything, Sabrina," Mami whispers. "None of this would have happened if you weren't here. I'm happy because of you, Sabrina."
"And you make me happy too," you murmur. "Always remember that."
Mami makes a soft noise, but doesn't say anything more, instead choosing to indulge in the hug for a few more minutes.
"Alright," she murmurs at last, pulling back to meet your eyes. There's warmth in her golden eyes and tremulous but strengthening smile, and as you return it, she straightens.
"Alright?" you echo, returning that smile.
"Alright," she says, cracking a tiny grin.
"Alright!" you say.
Mami giggles, and pulls away entirely. "We should probably get back to preparing dinner," she says. "After all, we have a guest, and we shouldn't keep her waiting for too long."
"Two guests, actually," you say lightly, following Mami to the sink to wash your hands. "Mugin came along, too."
"We should just get him a perch," Mami says thoughtfully.
"Are we adopting?" you say, slanting a sidelong grin at Mami. You're not blushing. You're absolutely not blushing. You're just lightening the mood a bit, to help Mami feel better, so why would you be blushing?
Mami, on the other hand, definitely does blush, an utterly adorable dusting of pink settling across her cheeks, but she rallies gamely and smooths her expression out.
"No, I think we've been adopted," Mami says. "We should ask Sayaka."
"Sounds like a plan," you say, beaming. "Now, beef stew, right? Do we have enough time?"
"I think so, if we're quick about it," Mami says, smiling and gesturing at the prepared vegetables. "And... we should have enough time to bake some bread, too?"
"Sounds good. I'll start browning the beef, then," you say. Mami makes room for you to pull out a large pot, and you set to dusting the beef in a bit of flour and browning it. As the meat sizzles merrily in the pot, you keep a close eye on it - just as you keep a close eye on your cloud of nanofog for unwanted visitors.
Honestly, Kyuubey's been way too quiet recently. It makes you more than a bit suspicious.
And of course, you have enough attention to spare for a little side project, too. As you bob to the side to make room for Mami to start mixing a dough, you start weaving Grief into your hair. It takes some tweaking for you to get the texture and colour right without going into Witchy Grief, and that occupies a good ten minutes, and even then, you decide to grow your hair extensions out slowly, just for the effect.
You find yourself humming quietly under your breath, watching Mami out of the corner of your eye and smiling when she looks up to meet your gaze. She always returns the smile, and if there's an edge of nervousness in the way she hesitates and pauses at times, as if lost in thought, well - you're right there, and more than happy to reassure her with a brush of your hand against hers, or a gentle bump of your hip against her.
Still, by the time you have the stew simmering nicely on the stove, your hair's down to mid-back. You're not quite certain if Mami hasn't noticed it, or if she has noticed it and has decided not to say anything about it. Probably the latter.
Homura's still working on her homework when you and Mami join her in the living room, leaving dinner to, well, stew for a bit.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Mami says, blinking as she enters the living room on your heels. "We... haven't been the best of hosts today, Homura, and I apologise."
"Not at all," Homura murmurs, shaking her head. "You're offering dinner, and I'm only taking advantage of the time to do my homework."
"Weren't you going to join everyone else for the homework session tomorrow, Homura?" you ask, settling onto the sofa. Mami immediately claims the spot beside you, curling herself under your arm.
"I still am," Homura says, eyes flicking up to you. You can see the instant Homura notices your hair. Violet eyes narrow for a split second, then dart over to Mami, then back to you, and then she continues smoothly. "But the intention was only to finish the more difficult questions as a group."
"Hah, right. Yeah, that makes sense," you say. Mami starts toying with your hair, exploring the Grief extensions with a curious, gentle touch, and you can't help but lean into the touch - and you can't help but twine the strands affectionately around her fingers, either.
Homura nods, and returns to her homework, pen scratching out neat, precise characters. It's a comfortable sort of silence, Mami content to play with your hair, and you content to continue growing it out slowly. You'll have it down to Homura levels of hair by the time dinner's done, you estimate.
Still, you're never one to stay idle for too long.
"Hey, Kyouko?" you reach out telepathically, trying to keep both your face and your mental voice neutral. "Mami's agreed to the meeting."
On the one hand, it'd be polite to ask her if she's still up to the meeting. On the other, Kyouko tends to take that kind of thing as a challenge, and you don't want to accidentally coerce her into it - that's not the kind of mindset you want her to go into it with.
"Yeah? Tonight?" Kyouko's mental voice is perhaps a little rougher than usual.
"Tonight, if you're up for it. Do you want to come over to Mami's apartment, or somewhere in between?" you ask carefully. "We're having dinner soon."
"The bridge," Kyouko grunts. "She knows where."
"The bridge, huh," you say, but you're thinking to yourself. Kyouko's already cut the connection, and you can't help but notice she didn't say when you were going to meet up.
... well, you've told her, in as many words, that you'd be having dinner. If she shows up earlier... you think that you're allowed that bit of selfishness, if she herself didn't bother to make it clear.
"Is it... is it alright?" Mami asks, quiet and tremulous. Golden eyes watch your face anxiously.
"Yeah," you say with a soft smile. "We'll head down after dinner."
Homura looks up silently from the coffee table, her pen stilling for a second before she nods at you, which you interpret as acknowledgement and notice that she will, in fact, be there, and then she returns to her homework.
"Oh," Mami says. She takes another breath. "Alright."
She returns to toying with your hair, distracted and fitful, but she seems to find it fascinating, anyway - Grief extensions and your natural hair alike.
"We'll be there," you say. You squeeze her gently, and you leave it at that, because you've been learning when to hold your tongue sometimes. Mami needs to work through this herself, and so you'll give her that time and space to think.
"We may wish to invite Miki Sayaka," Homura murmurs to you, and you alone.
"I... hm." You lean into Mami's hand, following the trail of her fingertips along your scalp. "I... maybe? The support would be nice, but the fact that Kyouko and Sayaka are already friends might make it weird. It's a good idea, though, I'll mull it over. Thanks, Homura."
Homura catches your eye for a second, nodding infinitesimally.
"Ah..." Mami exhales, and uncurls from your side. "We should... we should finish up with dinner."
"Alright," you say. "Let's go."
"Dinner will be ready soon, Homura," Mami says, smiling at Homura. "Thank you for being patient."
"It's not a problem," Homura says.
You stand, and head in to the kitchen on Mami's heels, sharing a reassuring smile with her. The richness of the beef stew combines with the heady fragrance of baking bread, enough to make your stomach rumble as you peek under the lid to check that the stew's getting along nicely.
You turn your thoughts to Homura's suggestion and the meeting with Kyouko. The bridge, Kyouko had said. You think you know what she means, though you don't know where it is. The scene of their confrontation.
[] Invite Sayaka
[] Don't invite Sayaka
[] During the meeting
- [] Guide the conversation
- [] Provide an opening statement
- [] Just let Mami and Kyouko talk it out
[X] Vote in abeyance
[X] Onwards with dinner!
- [X] Experiment with magic cosplay and set the table as maid-brina. With hair extensions.
- [X] Any particular dinner conversation?
-- [X] Sayaka's training with Kyoko and Yuma seems to be going well. You're proud of the progress she's made.
- [X] Experiment with magic cosplay and set the table as maid-brina. With hair extensions.
- [X] Any particular dinner conversation?
-- [X] Sayaka's training with Kyoko and Yuma seems to be going well. You're proud of the progress she's made.
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Ugh. Sorry for breaking the update here - I'd genuinely intended to get you through to the meeting, but that isn't happening.
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- Location
- Massachusetts
[X] Don't invite Sayaka Sabrina put enough on that girl's plate tonight already
[X] During the meeting
- [X] Provide an opening statement
[X] During the meeting
- [X] Provide an opening statement
- Location
- a Minecraft Rollercoaster
Hm, is Yuma coming along to the meeting? She would probably help with the reconciliation and yet, I can also see Kyouko thinking Yuma shouldn't come "in case it gets ugly", unlikely as that may be.
...We should ask Yuma to tail Kyouko, just in case.
...We should ask Yuma to tail Kyouko, just in case.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Early vote! Need help with details! But my first instinct is to let Mami and Kyouko sort this out themselves that results in the best outcome I think if they mutually work it out with Sabrina on hand to mediate. But Sabrina should help guide the talk, provide support if it stalls... no idea *how* though
[X] Don't invite Sayaka Sabrina put enough on that girl's plate tonight already
[X] During the meeting
-[X] Just let Mami and Kyouko talk it out
--[X] Unless they stall out then guide the conversation
[X] Vote in abeyance
[JK] Practice your Homura hair flip on the bridge
[X] Don't invite Sayaka Sabrina put enough on that girl's plate tonight already
[X] During the meeting
-[X] Just let Mami and Kyouko talk it out
--[X] Unless they stall out then guide the conversation
[X] Vote in abeyance
[JK] Practice your Homura hair flip on the bridge
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Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think I'm leaning against bringing Sayaka because I don't want to make it salient to Kyouko that her contact with Sayaka in on the line in this meeting. Like, Kyouko is probably already really worried, deep down, that if this goes poorly she'll basically be cut off again, no matter what we've said on the matter. There's already a lot of social pressure on Kyouko here, so I don't want to bring it to the forefront. So making an effort to keep this separate, a matter of reconciling two girls, and not the leader of the Mitakihara group meeting someone who is at this point fairly dependent on the group in a lot of ways is important, I think.
Also, I just want to say that Homura freely suggesting relying on others, and specifically Sayaka, really makes me smile.
Also, I just want to say that Homura freely suggesting relying on others, and specifically Sayaka, really makes me smile.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah, I'm tempted to bring Sayaka just because it's something Homura suggested.
- Location
- a Minecraft Rollercoaster
Hm, how feasible would it be to have Sayaka 'on call', as it were? Ready to step in if our closeness to Mami makes mediating difficult. Kyouko and Homura are more her Sempai than Mami, I would think.
blast flame
How far will we go if it means lighting the way?
- Location
- Perth, Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I think it's best not to invite Sayaka. Both because it's a show of trust for both Kyouko and Mami and because yeah she has a lot to process and this type of event would preclude her from being able to bring stuff up in a Privacy Sphere.