#˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗᵒ ( in character. )

[hogarsis]

A radiant goddess, dressed all in white, descends from her throne upon the glimmering heavens to finally rescue the soul of someone precious. The soul gem was meant to be in her loving embrace long, long ago as soon as the breathtaking purple began to darken with despair... The Incubators, however, did not plan on watching this bittersweet reunion to play out. Now aware that Law of Cycles is truly real, they hatched a devious plan — all for the sake of the universe. All they needed to do is grab the lonely girl, the same one that always spoke so devoutly of a seemingly nonexistent girl named Madoka Kaname. In the beginning, they did not believe her. What use was believing in her words when the same girl was beginning to doubt her own memories of this Madoka?

It was foolish to believe someone so riddled with delusional fantasies... until they turned out to be real. A piece of a broken shield is all that it took for them to realize the error of their ways. They saw the truth now. It's only natural for them to explore all these new possibilities once they learned they were wrong. Something better than the wraiths, something so much stronger, could easily help in their goal for the universe.

Their target, Homura Akemi, proved to be far too easy to obtain. Not filled with the human emotion of impatience, they waited and waited until their time was right to strike. Her soul gem has grown murky as she kept on following the trail of a group of wraiths. The gem's natural color danced right on the edge, so close to being utterly consumed by despair. They, however, could not have that happen to their prized target— If the soul was too far gone, then the Law of Cycles would instantly arrive to collect yet another fallen warrior. Just like any other encounter, the Law of Cycles would come and go after the mission is complete.

Timing is important, so they waited until their target was beaten by wraiths and worn from battling all by herself. Soon, her worn body and darkened soul were spirited away as soon as the most ideal chance presented itself. The best part about their target was the fact that no one would come looking for her, not even the people that she occasionally fought wraiths with. She was alone, already isolated before they even began their version of isolation. Really, she did all the work for them. With no resistance from their weak target, they began the next stage of their plan.

The Isolation Shield comes into existence within the ruins of a desert, towering and shaped like a blooming rose with a black stem and darker petals. The tower-like structure is quite identical to their victim's new weapon, her bow. The purpose of the Isolation Field was to be their headquarters to observe their experiment without any form of inference, a place to keep the corpse and its soul right where they wished for her to be. Not that she was capable of running away, but they didn't want to lose track of either the shell or its very essence. The Isolation Field's main purpose was to block all external influence from stopping their important research, including the Law of Cycles. Not only could no one reach their experiment, but she herself is unable to be born as a witch as long as she was kept trapped within the depths of the tower.

Not content with the despair in the soul gem, they pushed the soul gem into something far worse for the sake of research. Their sharp tools pierced the suspended soul gem multiple times until the other end of their tools came out on the other side. They pushed the soul gem beyond its breaking point, driven by the need to see how far they can go until the soul doesn't look like a soul. After all, no one is able to stop them. Time, like usual, moved much more faster since they were too preoccupied with their experiments on the soul gem. They cared not about how much time passed in the universe when their experiment was far more important.

Like they planned, the witch hatched within the depths of the soul gem. This unique situation gave them the perfect chance to monitor the witch's labyrinth, knowing fully well the witch would be unable to break out of its shell because of the Isolation Field. The witch's familiars, dolls with frozen grins and piercing gazes, brought living guests to enter the labyrinth by luring them from their oblivious lives. Like the witch herself, no one else could leave once inside the labyrinth. Interestingly enough, the labyrinth of the witch behaved like a perfect little utopia.

Everything came crashing down as soon as Homura Akemi unraveled her own dream world, unable to live in such a happy world for the rest of time because she was suspicious of her own happiness. In her eyes, everything seemed too good to be true. Naturally, this worked in their favor since they began to see the impressive chaos of a witch and all of its unpredictable powerful. Their mistake, however, was to underestimate the emotions of a witch. Not only did they underestimate the witch, but they also underestimated the witch's companions. The Isolation Field, all of their hard work, was destroyed as soon as the witch was defeated—

❝ You should know that you point your sword at the wrong enemy, Sayaka Miki. I thought you would know better by now, but it seems like I gave you too much credit... ❞ The soft-spoken voice of Homura Akemi speaks up, venomous and detached all at once. The tortured witch, the fallen magical girl, has blossomed into something new and dark after she has torn apart the Law of Cycles. Sayaka Miki settled on calling her a demon, so Homura has chosen to call herself the devil since it was far too fitting.

❝ I've aways been written off so easily in your book as something repulsive and awful, haven't I? It's always easy for you to label me as untrustworthy, so it's only natural I should continue that role. Now, did you truly expect me to willingly go with the Law of Cycles? I have no intentions of stepping down for anyone, not after how much Kyubey has gotten away with— If you don't go back to your old life, then I won't be afraid to break you until you're no longer recognizable to even yourself... With that being said, I suggest you give up the fight before it's too late. ❞

she hated her , it's nothing new really , morse so the way that hatred was built now : the way she spoke so softly veiled under a prickling sensation that annoyed sayaka , the way she walked in the same room every time entering &. closing the gap between them forcing sayaka to hold her breath e , the air of dread that brushed whenever she walked by close by           reeking of her that made her blood boil , curling fingers into a fist as she stomachs a smile around her . she hated it . she hated her &. yet there was something much stronger than hate that grew , a bubble of disdain that popped at the mere sight of her , crinkling over her features . her gloved hand curl around the handle of her blade tightly , the anger slowly drawing out .            the shared animosity & . lingering detachment of both their own goals and suffering yet she was the one always drowning every time . the memories scattered across through every do-over they all unfortunately relived , death greeting the mermaid within every step of the way over &. over , orchestrating her misery &. despair throughout . all that slowly faded , washing away from the shore of her mind while desperately creeping out from the water to latch what remain of the horrors that made sense in a world she didn't belong here . ( but did she truly need them ? )

she's refraining herself from her rage to burst into her swinging her blade in the heat of akemi homura's words needling words prodding her . " it's easy to write you off as such when your deeds are a reminder of such . " she barks but no bite there , she clenches gritting her teeth . " you don't scare me , akemi homura. i refuse to lose to someone like you . " &.    just this deep single ounce of true uncertainty  &. fear that's rooted   in  her  heart  cracks , that homura's poised threat carries a promise rattling within sayaka . " do your worst , demon . " she spats .

unprompted answer : ♡

[hogarsis]

“i’m still undecided on my halloween costume this year” (soliavagant!)

❝   knowing you , you'll probably wear something to either score yourself some more treats or scare others into givin' ya theres.  ❞ her smile ever so sly creaking , lightly jabbing kyoko's stomach with her elbow . ❝ you needing some advice , @soliavagant  ? take it from the expert here , the scarier the better ! c'mon we still got some time to go shopping .  ❞

meme : AUTUMN / HALLOWEEN STARTERS .

[hogarsis]

s.. screw you... !!

MOMENTS LIKE THESE SAYAKA WOULD FLICK off the burning hot steam bursting from the redheads fiery temper that spat towards sayaka                                with brows etched &. longing sigh that stretched out the words to fade out from her thoughts that way to let the problem simmer out on it's own ; for the fire perched from the candle to die . but like a wave crashing down on her , she struggles to keep her footing and looses it her grip from the sand . her azure colored eyes shooting back a glare at the other . ❛  oh yeah ? small words for someone who thinks their big &. bad here . ❜   she shouts , clenched teeth grinding down on top of the other &. hands curled into tight fists , containing her rage from seeping through other than words . ❛  you're honestly the worse to partner with . ❜

unprompted .

[hogarsis]

" Everything just seems more eerie in the fall" ( from Alois II)

there's something so laughable from the other's word that sayaka couldn't help but let a chuckle pop from her lips . maybe it's the fact that they've already seen halloween decorations being set up adoringly all throughout the town &. the overall preparations &. plans being surrounded around the festivity .  ❝  of course , that's because we're one month away from halloween .   ❞ she speaks so brightly .  ❝  it's the perfect season for spookiness &. frights to build up that eerie atmosphere . just think , we could be walkin' like we are right now &. maybe we're being creeped by some creeper murderous serial killer that's hiding around just to wait for the perfect time to grab us . sounds eerie enough ?  ❞ &. then a dash of mischief flickers across as a sly grin catches her lips , leaning in closer , swinging an arm around the other . ❝ but don't worry , if you're having cold feet , you have me to lean on . i'll protect you from the scary stuff , kay ? ❞

meme : AUTUMN / HALLOWEEN STARTERS .

[hogarsis]

“     spare   me  the  theatrics   already.    ”     her  blue  eyes  darken  to  a   glare ,  hitting  like  a  wave  her anger  ;  it   clashes   & . washes  away  for  a  brief  moment  only  for  it  to  return  even stronger .   the countless  timelines  of  all  the  heart  breaks  ,  the  tears  they've  shredded  stained  to  their  cheeks , &. the  hope they  gave  gracefully  to  inspire  the  ideals  of  miracles  shattered.    all   doomed  to   repeat over  once   again ,  all  for  the  sake  of  one  happy  ending  (   a  true  ending .  )   one  where  it  was  far from  beyond  homura's  reach  to  obtain  but  she  continues  to  persist , a  negative  trait  sayaka  knows all  to  well.

  “    don't  be  so  pessimistic ,  i  never  always  disliked  you  . . .  ”    she  huffs  ,  her  voice  betraying her  emotion ,  the  subtle  tinge  of  guilt  that  carried  of  their  mutual  disdain  that  riddled  through  every repeat .   “   you've  just  tend  to  make  it  more  difficult  than  it  already  was . that's all.   ”

" i have nothing to say to you right now. though i'm sure the sentiment isn't returned. you've never really liked me. no matter how many loops we've suffered. no matter how much time we spent together. " actually homura has an awful lot to say but none of it is nice and maybe people do not want to hear that.

tact has never been her strong suit. but then again it has not been sayaka's either. they have spent too much time together over these many years in every repeating torment. maybe this is why everything sucks so bad. / @hogarsis gets a grumpy homura.

[hogarsis]

Brave little girl daring to wield a sword at me, come here.... I, DIO have a gift just for you...

the  shine  of  blue  gleams  from  her  blade  the  where  light  was  casted  above  the  orange  colored  sky ,   her   sword   clutched  to  her   gloved   hand   tightly   while   the  tip  of  her  sword  points  directly  at where  the  man  stood   just  a  couple  feet  away from her .  it's  the  way  his  daunting  words  travels  down the  narrow  pathway  of  the  alleyway  ,  offering  a  subtle  reminder  for  sayaka  that  she  was  dealing  with a  threat  that  grew  around  by  the  second ,  alone .  needless  to  say ,  sayaka  wasn't  the  one  to  back down  from  a  fight    &.    she  was  sure  as  hell  that  she  wasn't  going  to  fall  to  anyone  either  in  battle .

she  stands  by  that  ideal  she  so  hardly  keeps  it  close  to  her  chest .  an  ally  of  justice  sworn  to protect  anyone  that  posed  harm  to  others   (     witch   or    person .     )   ❝    flattering ,  but  i'm  afraid that  i have  to  turn  it  down .   ❞     she   speaks   firm   yet  curtly  skipping   to   the  pleasantries that stringed  by   a   twisted   satisfaction   by  the  man  in  attempt  to  shake  her.   ❝    tell  me ,  what's your business  here    ?     ❞    the  man  couldn't  be  a  witch  no ,   &.    he  certainly  didn't  seem  a  normal  human being ,  the  thoughts   &.    questions  pile  rapidly  but  what  remained  steady  a  float  was  regardless  of who  or  what  this  man  was ,   that   she  would  need  to  fight  if   necessary , &.  it  seemed  it  was slowly gearing  towards  for  that   option .

[hogarsis]

“One day I will be a big sister you can look up to.”

  ❝  that's  a  bit  late  for  that  don't  you  think  , oneesan ?  ❞   her question carries behind a playful yet tender sentiment under . she had always looked up to robin , even if the senior magical girl didn't take to notice up until now .   ❝  you've  always  been  a  big  sister  from  the  start ,  &.  i've  always  been  the  little  sister  that you can  always  rely  on . ❞

[hogarsis]

" All criminals are superstitious . They gots t'be ! Luck is all yer got in this or any other world . "

OH , HOW THE TRUTH WEIGHED his words , even the most tainted heart had their beliefs tied by a string of naivety laced in caution of what is the uncertainty . and those who were tempted to dip their toe had their fate seal with betted luck as their only way to pray for to gear them . a fate she peered before falling and diving into .

she cocks her head up , locks of blue tethering behind soft skin , her eyes remain cold locked like an eagle , never straying away not even for a second .  ❛ you sound so sure of it , almost as if like you're one of them . mind shedding a little bit of light on that ? ❜ her gloved hand tightening the grip of her sword drawing it from the ground rising it to where the man stood, just a few feet from her . ❛ relying solely on fate in gaining you the favor is a just another way of never getting caught for people like you , you count on it too much that you don't even bother to stop and think that you could eventually slip up at the moment when you never expect it . ❜ she speaks thinly . ❛ that's a pretty reckless way of thinking , don't you think ? ❜

answered : @halfdent

[hogarsis]

it had to been at least no more than a couple of minutes . sitting on this bench inside the train station at the late of night , alone by herself prior to her departure ( was she waiting for the next arrival ? was it at death's door ? ) head hunched over strolling her short hair to hang , her eyes weighing heavily down at the abyss of dark colors swirling inside her soul gem like a whirlpool ; pulling her down through force to the depths of the water for no attempts to escape as she's only waiting . she's useless                   or better yet , helpless to put things into a clear view , as even wallowing further in the wound in her heart has felt nothing but dawning over her as a reminder of her sins . nothing had made sense anymore , why did she put herself in this situation in the first place ? what was even worth it in trade for her humanity ? she was saving people , she wanted the power to protect to those she cared and loved never straying from her duties she swore to the day she traded her soul . born and living up to the expectations of justice to pose a beacon of heroism and peace , with youth as bright as the sun blinding her of the harsh reality and struggles that took from her .

oh how foolish she was .

the silence is still fresh , drifting through the empty frigid night . no one present other than her ( the fool . ) she takes this as a place of solace , isolating herself from the guilt and regret storming inside her . when the sounds of footsteps draw breaking the longing dread of silence growing closer and closer , she doesn't bother to look up to see who it is , her sapphire eyes remain hanging gazing at the shrouded colors of her soul gem tucked in the palm of her hands . but as the looming present of the stranger draws closer , for a brief moment her thoughts lean away being placed on the side to lift her head slightly looking up to find a girl she's never seen before . . . who was she ? what was she doing ? there's a hint of curiosity within her , peaking it's heads from the water but falls back by the tides of her thoughts overtaking back . yet with one eye hanging onto observe the girl in front of her folding her hands to sign as means to communicate , despite her lack of knowledge , she could only draw half attempt to what the girl was speaking from her gentle yet clear expression .

what's wrong ?

was the message she could get . why was this girl that appeared out of nowhere let alone hasn’t met. before , worried about her ? as the question ebbs to the edge of her thoughts , sayaka's gaze lift up " i'm fine . . . " she mutters , her voice riddled in exhaustion having any lack of energy . wobbly picking herself up , her back against the seat , her hair hung onto the side with her face drifting a bit down to the floor . " really , i'm fine . you don't need to worry . "

@hogarsis - closed starter

Light in Endless Despair

Mitakihara, Japan

Fumiko Arai was no stranger to despair.

Being rendered into her own pit when Kawamura stole what made her special: her voice, and spending a year of sorrow alone in her mansion. In her blank, hollow look on her once glowing eyes which beamed especially when on stage, she never believed in the light at the end of the tunnel, until her father managed to show her the ways of heroism, which became her new calling, and gave her life.

After all the anguish has dissipated, she will never give in ever again. She'd wish to help those who suffered the same as her, and she will not fail.

She walked towards a train station in Mitakihara. It was past midnight, and she was told by the Classic Order of an unbelievably overwhelming unknown negative energy lingering in the station from their radars, which has been used to track down the abysmal Calamity Effect energy in the past.

"[Classic Order Comms]: Champion Fumiko, come in. This is Major Tom. This is really bad. This is worse than any other of the unidentified energy that we've detected. The Eradicator is not here.. this is your battle. Please, be safe."

A drone flew from her shoulder, to act as a camera for them to acknowledge her signs, before she would enter inside the train station. And, she gave her signature angelic grin as she proceeded to sign, beaming out optimism.

"[sign language]: Please, do not worry. I will do my absolute best to address this."

With that, she walked on in. Steadily, carefully. She felt fear, hence the slight trembling in her arms and legs, but she remained valorous in her will as a heroine.

She closed in furthermore. Closer and closer, and the place was quite empty. The only thing that stuck out, was a blue-haired girl, nearing Fumiko's age, who was apparently a middle schooler of this city based off of the uniform.

She.. looked to be in serious distress. She was worried for her.

Getting in closer, the Glowing Rose on her suit glowed brighter, but not too bright that it was overwhelming. She folded her hands in front of her, getting ready to sign.

"[sign language]: What's wrong? Please tell me, I'm here to help you.."

Her expression was of deep worry.

[hogarsis]

... oh. so you still exist.

so naive. so oblivious.

perhaps i .. envy you.

or do i mourn for what you will never know ?

you should leave. there is nothing for us here.

no happy endings. no fairytales.

"God" knows this.

— o.

RELIGION was a subject that sayaka hadn't been so particularly keen on in profoundly believing , lacking a huge presence to allow it to be focal with her through her life being that it was merely taught through the foundations her parents raised her on . she once rose a question wondering about his choices or what is to expect in the after life ( questions that were so innocently brought up. ) but she never defied him by any means .

but coming to the terms of the grim reality being that a life of a magical girl brought those questions back to the surface along with her faith dangling by the true fact of her fears . fears that has brought her face the endeavors of death ; trading her life for one wish , a miracle to brought forth to become true in exchange to devote her life to a responsibility of fighting witches, knowing that death was a part of an option if she were to foolishly fall to the hands of a witch. sayaka is certain that one day she'll fail , slip up &. everything that she had fought for and cherish would all disappear along with her body once the labyrinth devours her .

it's hard to swallow , being lodged and stuck down her throat at times when her mind wonders off to the uncertainty that she needs a fresh splash of water to snap her out of those trances .

but even as a momentary share of victory , she should know at some point she'll eventually have to wake up and realize the mistake she has made , right ? that this act of being an ally of justice is nothing but a play she's performing will gain her nothing in the end that she was a pawn to someone in the grand scheme of things , blindly uplifting herself to move forward , that is . .. if she ever makes it . if god knows this , then won't he tell her ?

❝  how are you so sure this is time , will be my end ?   ❞

[hogarsis]

finally finished my tags !

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉʳᵗᵒ ( in character. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᶠᵉʳᵐᵃᵗᵃ ( out of character. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᵉⁿˢᵉᵐᵇˡᵉ ( prompts. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ʰᵃʳᵐᵒⁿʸ ( threads. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᵒᵇᵇˡⁱᵍᵃᵗᵒ ( headcanon. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᵗᵃ ( answered. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ʳᵉqᵘⁱᵉᵐ ( promo. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ˢᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ ( self promo. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵘᵐ ( wardrobe. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ˢʸᵐᵖʰᵒⁿⁱᵃ ( audio. )

˚◦○ ☾ ┊ ᶜᵃᵐᵉⁿᵃ ( musings. )

[hogarsis]

she's gotten used to her showing up out of nowhere at this point now , all while what that remained present was the evident feeling of distrust that clouded heavily from sayaka onto homura . she turns her head to face homura , sapphire eyes narrowing - fixating on the ravenette with furrowed brows and lips curved into a frown with gloved hands tightening over her grip of her sword . " i can certainly handle this one all on my own , transfer student . this kill is mine . "

her frustration echoed through her rejection , refusing to let the girl's words run down any further to remind her of what little truth holds that sayaka could admit of but she didn't need any of that . " i don't need your pity and i certainly don’t need you to come in here and act graceful to save face . "

... @hogarsis requested a starter.

SHE WASN'T THE TYPE to sugarcoat or mince her words. homura didn't have time for that. not anymore.

so when she approached sayaka, her remark was short, sweet, & & . to the point. the sun was setting, which meant it was time for patrols. & & . she knew that this dimwit of a magical girl would get herself killed if she were alone.

( after all, she'd already stopped her precious madoka from becoming a magical girl. at least, for now. )

" i'm tagging along. you're too weak on your own. "

was this her own way of caring for the musician ? maybe so.

[hogarsis]

❝    really  ?   it's   hard   not  to  ' fuss '   about   it ,  but  since you're so insisting that it's  nothin'  to worry about then ,  alright i won't bug .  but   what  happened to  it  ?  if  you're  fine  with  me  askin' ,  you  don't  gotta  answer  if  you  don't  wanna .   ❞ 

"It looks ugly, but it's clean, please don't fuss over me-"

[hogarsis]

❝   i  can  tell ,  but  then  again   i   should've  expect   nothing   less   from  you  utena-chan ,   you know  how  to  keep  your  head  in  the  game .   just  you'll  wait ,  next  time  the  win  is  for  sure  going  to be  in  my  favor ,  for  realzy  this  time  !   ❞ 

" what can i say. i like to be seen. especially when i win! " / @hogarsis gets a surprised utena.