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Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]

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Origami Clock said:
I said the same thing, and I suspect I'm at least partically responsible for kicking everything off.
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You started it long ago with the Ruby and insects!

Honestly if there was a canon magical girl that used insects (that I was aware of), I'd have joked about Ruby's reaction to them. As it is, the closest I can think off the top of my head is Morrigan from Dragon Age and that is five hundred pounds of NO in a five pound bag.

Though, if Ruby were sent to the Dragon Age setting, I think that might be punishing both of them. Unless Ruby can eat the Darkspawn. Then she's the savior of all, the most adorable Grey Warden, and the only Grey Warden to ask for seconds during her initiation.
 
HymnOfRagnarok said:
You started it long ago with the Ruby and insects!

Honestly if there was a canon magical girl that used insects (that I was aware of), I'd have joked about Ruby's reaction to them. As it is, the closest I can think off the top of my head is Morrigan from Dragon Age and that is five hundred pounds of NO in a five pound bag.

Though, if Ruby were sent to the Dragon Age setting, I think that might be punishing both of them. Unless Ruby can eat the Darkspawn. Then she's the savior of all, the most adorable Grey Warden, and the only Grey Warden to ask for seconds during her initiation.
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I can only say that I approve.
 
apologies for delayedness, laptop power socket decided to play silly buggers again and i had to dismantle my laptop to push things back into place. predicatbly, this has delayed both my last omake and the chapterlet somewhat, but everything is (mostly) working now. Once my laptops stopped sorting itself out, I'll drop another aperetif on the momruby one,then get back to work.
 
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Aperitif - [******* Earth wire edition]
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    • The dream split asunder with a flash of tarnished green, and a spider crawled into your garden.

    You really wished that he wouldn't keep doing this to himself. Surely, even splintered to the point that he really just should have dissolved back into the Grand Sea, he should have learned by now that the only result of an assault on your garden was that your compost heap got fractionally larger.

    Then again, it is just a lot easier to humour him and render him down to mulch than it would be to have him messing up your flowerbeds again, especially since you'd just gotten that fussy little star orchid to start cooperating. Poor thing took forever to finally stop being so homesick and start putting down roots.

    A great white tree collapses inwards, forming a pale woman of indeterminate age. Were it not for her eyes, scarlet pools from edge to edge, she might have resembled one of her ancient progenitors, the Pthumarians.

    The deformed bone-spider that had crawled out of a crack of nothingness let out a bellow of cackling, insane laughter at the sight of her, and greeted her with a beam of light that tore apart space itself in its wake.

    "Nice to see you too, Uncle."

    It hit you in the face, scattering your body into fragments across countless dimensions.

    Unfortunately for the Spider, almost instantly your figure regrew from the filaments saturating the earth, you were your world, and your world was you. He had been devoured the moment he entered this place, he just hadn't noticed it yet.

    When events reached their inevitable conclusion, you summoned a comfy chair from your memory and flopped into it, full and sleepy from the divine flesh you had just consumed. It always ended like this, you honestly didn't know why he kept at it.

    Who knew how much of you had been spread across the endless planes of existence by now? And for what? Mildly inconveniencing you and providing you a nutritious, if slightly favourless snack?

    You really shouldn't be spending too much time pondering his motives, the poor thing had been gibberingly insane since before you were but a twinkle of intent in your Mother's eye, after all.

    At least you have an excuse to have a nice snooze now.

    -​
     
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    • If you see any errors, refresh. Forgot to give it the once-over before I put it up, things should be better now.
     
    ...Okay, grown up Ruby is scary. So Uncle Spider scatters her across dimensions with the lasers, and it has the effect of just...spreading her around like pollen or seeds?

    Geez. Yeah she's a pretty much an Old One now, right down to sleeping in R'lyeh her garden. Some tiny fragment of her is probably driving some poor mortal insane with truths they were not meant to know, and she won't even notice.

    especially since you'd just gotten that fussy little star orchid to start cooperating. Poor thing took forever to finally stop being so homesick and start putting down roots.
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    I'm getting the feeling Ruby yoinked a person here, but I'm not sure who it's supposed to be.
     
    You can't do Homura because it would break up her and Madoka and that's like, cosmically illegal I think. Mami would be a lot less lonely in our garden, Nagisa too maybe? I think, given character interactions so far, it'd have to be Rika though. I don't want to leave her alone again and adopting kind of fixes that inherently.
    Chiaki would also work but she's not canon here, unless things go awfully in a weird way.
     
    Origami Clock said:
    Question everyone, what one person would you like to be abducted adopted by Mom!Ruby?
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    Well, taking only Homura is...

    NemoMarx said:
    You can't do Homura because it would break up her and Madoka and that's like, cosmically illegal I think.
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    ...Something like that, yeah.

    Also it would imply Homura tried really really hard to get home and save Madoka, and ultimately failed, and I have to imagine that road involved some heavy Stockholm Syndrome so...

    Yeah, I wouldn't want that to happen.

    Rika's the easy answer, sorta, but I'm also not sure she'd even be homesick. Doesn't sound like she has much tying her down.

    Hmm. Maybe Ruby yoinked Madokami? "What, you can't exist in your world without paradoxing yourself out of existence? That's fine, I don't care and neither does my world, come on in!"


    Though since Spider was automatically eaten by Ruby's world, that would mean Madokami was too, soooooooo also probably Not Good.

    You can check out anytime you like
    But you can never leave

    Though, for actually fixing things and hopefully not paradoxing the shit outta reality....Ruby yoinks Ultimate Kriemhild Gretchen and leaves Madokami. Somehow.

    Honestly, only Rika sounds like she wouldn't be ultimately lonely and tragic as hell. Unless it's a post-apocalypse scenario and whoever is rescued is the sole survivor.
     
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    HymnOfRagnarok said:
    Though since Spider was automatically eaten by Ruby's world, that would mean Madokami was too, soooooooo also probably Not Good.
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    He wasn't automatically eaten. He just teleported into her mouth with a metaphorical sprig of parsley in his not-mouth, it was her decision entirely to chew him up for fertilizer. He really shouldn't have messed up her flower beds.
     
    Origami Clock said:
    He wasn't automatically eaten. He just teleported into her mouth with a metaphorical sprig of parsley in his not-mouth, it was her decision entirely to chew him up for fertilizer. He really shouldn't have messed up her flower beds.
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    Ahhhh. Okay so Ruby can have actual visitors or residents with ASSIMILATE, this is good.

    In that case, Madokami crashing on Ruby's metaphorical couch amuses me the most.


    ...Heh. Maybe Ruby solved the riddle of Walpurgisnacht by adopting it. Homura won that loop without even having to fight.

    Imagine the look on Homura's face. While Madoka is just happy it ended so nicely.
     
    HymnOfRagnarok said:
    ...Okay, grown up Ruby is scary. So Uncle Spider scatters her across dimensions with the lasers, and it has the effect of just...spreading her around like pollen or seeds?

    Geez. Yeah she's a pretty much an Old One now, right down to sleeping in R'lyeh her garden. Some tiny fragment of her is probably driving some poor mortal insane with truths they were not meant to know, and she won't even notice.
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    .......who is to say that is not the case right now? :o
     
    Wait...had a slightly terrifying thought.

    Uncle Spider spreads Ruby across realities. Even Ruby's not aware of the little specks anymore, but they're still here.

    Ruby has unintentionally gone full Uncle Spider, ALL OF THE CLONES. Sorta. They're more like clippings of a plant that start growing in distant soil, far enough removed to not really impinge on main Ruby's mental state, still close enough to be technically her.

    And if some of those clippings didn't go through with all the memories, happened while she was young, or have particularly vivid memories of Uncle Spider trying to kill her....well that's just coincidence.

    Right?
     
    Parental Intervention - pt. 1
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    • Parental Intervention
    ​
    The dream split asunder with a flash of tarnished green, and a spider crawled into your garden.

    You really wished that he wouldn't keep doing this to himself. Surely, even splintered to the point that he really just should have dissolved back into the Grand Sea, he should have learned by now that the only result of an assault on your garden was that your compost heap got fractionally larger.

    Then again, it is just a lot easier to humour him and render him down to mulch than it would be to have him messing up your flowerbeds again, especially since you'd just gotten that fussy little star orchid to start cooperating. Poor thing took forever to finally stop being so homesick and start putting down roots.

    A great white tree collapses inwards, forming a pale woman of indeterminate age. Were it not for her eyes, scarlet pools from edge to edge, she might have resembled one of her ancient progenitors, the Pthumarians.

    The deformed bone-spider that had crawled out of a crack of nothingness let out a bellow of cackling, insane laughter at the sight of her, and greeted her with a beam of light that tore apart space itself in its wake.

    "Nice to see you too, Uncle."

    It hit you in the face, scattering your body into fragments across countless dimensions.

    Unfortunately for the Spider, almost instantly your figure regrew from the filaments saturating the earth, you were your world, and your world was you. He had been devoured the moment he entered this place, he just hadn't noticed it yet.

    When events reached their inevitable conclusion, you summoned a comfy chair from your memory and flopped into it, full and sleepy from the divine flesh you had just consumed. It always ended like this, you honestly didn't know why he kept at it.

    Who knew how much of you had been spread across the endless planes of existence by now? And for what? Mildly inconveniencing you and providing you a nutritious, if slightly favourless snack?

    You really shouldn't be spending too much time pondering his motives, the poor thing had been gibberingly insane since before you were but a twinkle of intent in your Mother's eye, after all.

    At least you have an excuse to have a nice snooze now.
    -​

    You awake, with a stinging headache and a faintly empty sensation inside of you. It only takes a moment to discover what is wrong. You have been taken from your garden, from the seat of your power, and deposited…upon the Shore?

    No, that can't be right, you distinctly remember what the world below the Great Sea looked like, and it hadn't been that long since you last looked, surely?

    You step out of the grey alley you had found yourself in, and you look up to the sun.
    It was not your sun.

    That wretched Spider.

    If you ever found a way back to the Great Sea, you were going to have words with him, family or not.

    In the meantime, you might as well become acclimatised to what you suppose is now your new home. You do hope that there is some vegetation here, because the unremitting spans of grey not-quite-stone, metal and glass are frankly revolting to look at for too long.

    You climb a wall, flowing up the side like a creeper vine, before you fold yourself back together and look upon the new vista revealed before you.

    The waves of dawn break over you, limp and impotent things that you don't even deign yourself to absorb. The wind of the rooftops, however, you swallow down greedily. Beneath the foulness that this grim city seems to impregnate everything with, you taste a faint hint of pollen and rot, and you smile at the taste.

    You scatter yourself to the skies, a thousand thousand drifting seedpods dancing upon the wind as you bend the dull and mindless rules of this world to carry you to your destination.

    You bring yourself together in the shadow of a tree, and amongst greenery for the first time since you were banished to this place, you sink down, your back against the firm trunk of an adolescent oak as you drink in the tastes and scents and textures of the life around you.

    That makes it very surprising when you a lot of hot metal things going very, very fast hit you from every conceivable angle.

    Not that they did much damage to you. You might only be a fragment of the World-Tree that you once were, but if this world held anything that could seriously threaten your existence, they were being very, very quiet about their presence here.

    There was a flash of rather interesting dimensional radiation that you happily drank down, and a sweating young girl dropped to the ground a dozen or so meters from you, hands white and shaking as they clutched a pair of adorably small, if aesthetically disappointing guns.

    Really, they were just a pair of vaguely rectangular blocks, what sort of self-respecting artificer would ever assemble an instrument of death as dull as those?

    Your train of thought was disrupted by several flashes of heat, force and a frankly irresponsible quantity of tiny steel balls.

    Now that was just rude.

    The tendrils you had quietly been growing beneath the earth erupt forth, seizing and immobilising the child before she could wake up any more of the people living nearby.

    You take a single elegant step, and in a cloud of white petals, you are standing right in front of her, while your tendrils rise up from the earth to drag down and devour the nasty little traps she had left between you and her.

    You fully intend to speak with this girl's mother about her behaviour, her total lack of conscientiousness might get her into trouble one day. Not everyone has the patience of an immortal, after all.

    You taste and smell and feel her, and…

    She very quickly finds herself released from one form of bondage and ensconced in another, as your arms wrap around her and pull you into your chest in a tight embrace.

    "What have they done to you, child?"
     
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    • I simply couldn't fit in all the things I could do with this into one post, so here is a part one, to be picked up again at some point after I've actually gotten back to putting up a few canon updates.
     
    Origami Clock said:
    Parental Intervention
    ​
    The dream split asunder with a flash of tarnished green, and a spider crawled into your garden.

    You really wished that he wouldn't keep doing this to himself. Surely, even splintered to the point that he really just should have dissolved back into the Grand Sea, he should have learned by now that the only result of an assault on your garden was that your compost heap got fractionally larger.

    Then again, it is just a lot easier to humour him and render him down to mulch than it would be to have him messing up your flowerbeds again, especially since you'd just gotten that fussy little star orchid to start cooperating. Poor thing took forever to finally stop being so homesick and start putting down roots.

    A great white tree collapses inwards, forming a pale woman of indeterminate age. Were it not for her eyes, scarlet pools from edge to edge, she might have resembled one of her ancient progenitors, the Pthumarians.

    The deformed bone-spider that had crawled out of a crack of nothingness let out a bellow of cackling, insane laughter at the sight of her, and greeted her with a beam of light that tore apart space itself in its wake.

    "Nice to see you too, Uncle."

    It hit you in the face, scattering your body into fragments across countless dimensions.

    Unfortunately for the Spider, almost instantly your figure regrew from the filaments saturating the earth, you were your world, and your world was you. He had been devoured the moment he entered this place, he just hadn't noticed it yet.

    When events reached their inevitable conclusion, you summoned a comfy chair from your memory and flopped into it, full and sleepy from the divine flesh you had just consumed. It always ended like this, you honestly didn't know why he kept at it.

    Who knew how much of you had been spread across the endless planes of existence by now? And for what? Mildly inconveniencing you and providing you a nutritious, if slightly favourless snack?

    You really shouldn't be spending too much time pondering his motives, the poor thing had been gibberingly insane since before you were but a twinkle of intent in your Mother's eye, after all.

    At least you have an excuse to have a nice snooze now.
    -​

    You awake, with a stinging headache and a faintly empty sensation inside of you. It only takes a moment to discover what is wrong. You have been taken from your garden, from the seat of your power, and deposited…upon the Shore?

    No, that can't be right, you distinctly remember what the world below the Great Sea looked like, and it hadn't been that long since you last looked, surely?

    You step out of the grey alley you had found yourself in, and you look up to the sun.
    It was not your sun.

    That wretched Spider.

    If you ever found a way back to the Great Sea, you were going to have words with him, family or not.

    In the meantime, you might as well become acclimatised to what you suppose is now your new home. You do hope that there is some vegetation here, because the unremitting spans of grey not-quite-stone, metal and glass are frankly revolting to look at for too long.

    You climb a wall, flowing up the side like a creeper vine, before you fold yourself back together and look upon the new vista revealed before you.

    The waves of dawn break over you, limp and impotent things that you don't even deign yourself to absorb. The wind of the rooftops, however, you swallow down greedily. Beneath the foulness that this grim city seems to impregnate everything with, you taste a faint hint of pollen and rot, and you smile at the taste.

    You scatter yourself to the skies, a thousand thousand drifting seedpods dancing upon the wind as you bend the dull and mindless rules of this world to carry you to your destination.

    You bring yourself together in the shadow of a tree, and amongst greenery for the first time since you were banished to this place, you sink down, your back against the firm trunk of an adolescent oak as you drink in the tastes and scents and textures of the life around you.

    That makes it very surprising when you a lot of hot metal things going very, very fast hit you from every conceivable angle.

    Not that they did much damage to you. You might only be a fragment of the World-Tree that you once were, but if this world held anything that could seriously threaten your existence, they were being very, very quiet about their presence here.

    There was a flash of rather interesting dimensional radiation that you happily drank down, and a sweating young girl dropped to the ground a dozen or so meters from you, hands white and shaking as they clutched a pair of adorably small, if aesthetically disappointing guns.

    Really, they were just a pair of vaguely rectangular blocks, what sort of self-respecting artificer would ever assemble an instrument of death as dull as those?

    Your train of thought was disrupted by several flashes of heat, force and a frankly irresponsible quantity of tiny steel balls.

    Now that was just rude.

    The tendrils you had quietly been growing beneath the earth erupt forth, seizing and immobilising the child before she could wake up any more of the people living nearby.

    You take a single elegant step, and in a cloud of white petals, you are standing right in front of her, while your tendrils rise up from the earth to drag down and devour the nasty little traps she had left between you and her.

    You fully intend to speak with this girl's mother about her behaviour, her total lack of conscientiousness might get her into trouble one day. Not everyone has the patience of an immortal, after all.

    You taste and smell and feel her, and…

    She very quickly finds herself released from one form of bondage and ensconced in another, as your arms wrap around her and pull you into your chest in a tight embrace.

    "What have they done to you, child?"
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    ummmmmm. what is this a crossover of?
     
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