#magi's fics

[magicclownjuice]

I PRESENT TO YOU, SOME ART FOR A FANFIC I'M WRITING: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU, FEATURING Y/N AS BELLE AND ECLIPSE AS THE BEAST. >:}c ENJOY!!!

[juicymagicclown]

I am sorry to bother you but I came here from your fic to say I enjoyed it. Do you ship the couple? I ask because I noticed you wrote it as a gift.

Hello! If you are referring to Monty and Glamrock Freddy, yeah, I ship them! I think they could have an interesting dynamic together in a slowburn! It's meant to be a one-sided rivalry at first (from Monty's perspective haha), and then it's about how Freddy notices Monty's struggles with the public and starts slowly chipping away at all the walls he has put up to protect himself from rejection. They form a nice, deep friendship that later on blooms into a sweet romance! I am still writing the second chapter of that fic, so there will be more of it! Thank you for reading! :D -magicclownjuice

[magioftheseas]

Probably the best fucking au idea for svsss I'll ever have and will never write because I'm a loser: "Platonic" cumplane marriage of convenience that is completely sexless but that's fine because both men think they're straight and don't want to fuck each other. They still end up with Binghe and Mobei-jun respectively.

Binghe was actually so fucking ready to steal a married man and had a fully detailed and convoluted homewrecker scheme and he is...kinda disappointed that SY is so efficient and amicable (or as amicable as he can be) in just divorcing SQH (who doesn't even really try to keep him from leaving) and getting with Binghe instead. But he's not going to complain TOO much...

As for Mobei-jun, he just demanded SQH marry him because SQH was KINDA bummed about losing the tax benefits and SQH was too intimidated to do anything but say yes.

Would've included this exchange:

SY: I'm...in love... SQH: Well our marriage is only for show so I don't ca-- SY: With a man. SQH: YOU'RE GAY?! SY: If it's not gay to be married to a man, then how can it be gay to be in love with one?!

[abyranss]

Fan art for my favourite Madoka fic, But I don't want to be a chuunibou!! by my friend, @meditatemoremedicateless

In which post-Rebellion Madoka, having not yet recovered her memories of godhood is entering high school, and she's really interested to figure out why Homura is Like That.

Like, really interested（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

[womanfano-03-89-a]

I would like to highly recommend this madoka magica fic by @eternalfarnham to any madoka fans who see this post

It’s honest to god one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever read 👍

[incorrectpmmmquotes]

Kyoko: I would kill for you

Sayaka: Thank you

Kyoko: Please ask me to kill for you

Sayaka: No

Kyoko: Damn

[ravenclod]

YURII AAAHAJHSSHSJS

you know its bad when you do oneshot fanart 🙏

fic by @koka-mi​ <3

[eternalfarnham]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Akemi Homura & Kyubey, Akemi Homura/Kaname Madoka, Akemi Homura/Kyubey, wait no come back - Relationship Characters: Kyubey (PMMM), Akemi Homura, Sakura Kyouko, Tomoe Mami, Miki Sayaka Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

For the Incubators, a diagnosis of "mental illness" is as simple as having a personal interest outside producing negentropy – for example, in wordplay. Kyubey, the assigned Incubator for Mitakihara City's magical girls in their fight against wraiths, is diagnosed with an unnecessary emotion after making an unprompted joke, and scheduled for execution and replacement. It accepts gracefully, knowing its death serves the purpose of fighting entropy... right up until it can't.

In for a penny, in for breaking and rewriting your identity, as they say.

[grilledcheese-savage]

Madoka magica au that I might write a fic of:

It’s basically a “what if” Homura wished to bring madoka back from the dead instead of going back in time to protect her. In this version she is too overwhelmed by madoka, that she doesn’t think to fix the rest of the decimation or protect her instead or anything like that, just “please bring her back”. And kyubey answers. Madoka is brought back from the dead but it’s not really madoka… it’s a more extroverted defender of Homura (if you’ve read some of The summer Hikaru went missing, it’s a similar dynamic) she’s a little more violent and she doesn’t quite remember all the things that happened. She also wears Homura’s soul gem. There’s a reason for that. Their souls have kind of intertwined and if Homura walks to far from her, madoka will die. It’s part of the reason the chain is both gold and silver. But also because she kinda looks reminiscent of kyubey now, with the gold rings and red eyes etc.

I though Homura’s magical girl uniform would be different since the wish was different.

Basically the plot is Homura being happy madoka is back, realizing this is kinda like a ship of Theseus “is this even her?” Situation and they both have to live in the fucked up aftermath of walpurgisnacht fighting weird corrupted souls? Kinda different from witches but similar. It would be a mystery.

[tomatosareinmyhead]

I think the plot "cupid who falls in love with a human and leaves his life as cupid" a bit clichéd, I've read a lot of fanfics with this theme and I've never really found anything brilliant. BUT if there was a madohomu like that.....I would read it........

[magicclownjuice]

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST x DCA AU SNIPPET FOR Y'ALL CUZ WE'VE BEEN ABSENT FOR A LONG TIME LMAO

Sun pokes and prods at Moon's consciousness inside their shared headspace softly; it's a sensation they can never get quite used to. It's very much like being crammed into a tight space with someone else; very little space to breathe, too much contact all over. There are some times where they can feel themselves merging into one, identities blurred beyond recognition, wants and needs perfectly aligned. But there are other times where their wills wrestle with one another, times where they can't reach an agreement and their body suddenly shuts down on them.

This is one of those times.

Their body lays prone atop the bed, staring at the ceiling, breathing in and out softly, chasing traces of your perfume, eyes glazed over, unseeing.

"Moon," Sun says in their headspace, "I beg of you— we need to make a move soon! I— we can't do this any longer."

Moon's discomfort grows.

He had never felt this way about someone before— granted, neither had Sun. They had never cared much about other people, much less other's opinions of them. People knew that Sun was petty, punishing, and vindictive, that he was temperamental and held terrible grudges for the slightest of offenses. Moon was equally as bad; contrary to what one may think, he had never been quite sociable despite his position as the court jester. Oh no, he pretty much hated people, and that's why he took great pleasure in humiliating them, dragging them through the mud, at least verbally.

In conclusion, they were terrible people, and continued to be, until—

They met you.

You, fiery, stubborn, sweet, gorgeous you. Everything changed when they met you, in the blink of an eye, their painful familiarity was gone, replaced by uncertainty and warmth. You, you brought light along in your stride and set their hearts on fire, and oh, how much they want to bask in your radiance now, how desperately they want to curl up around you, hold you in their arms and call you theirs.

Their body heaves an involuntary sigh, clawed hands flexing, as if to reach out, get up and go find you so they can make that small fantasy come true.

Moon tries to shake the feeling off and regain control— it's too painful, thinking about the possibility of rejection. After all, they are monsters, both figuratively and literally.

Sun falls quiet, and Moon curses the fact that they share a body and a mind; Sun can feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. And he doesn't like them one bit; they stab him in all his soft, vulnerable spots.

Moon speaks, finally, even though it's unnecessary for them to communicate.

"Look at us, Sun. Do you think they'll ever see any good in us?" His voice trembles, almost a whisper, but Sun hears it loud and clear. "And even if they did now— once they know of our past, they'll leave. They'll be disgusted, they'll hate us—"

"You don't know that—"

"Neither do you."

They both fall quiet. It's true. They don't know, they will never know. Sun's resolve to confess is snuffed out at once.

The line between their selves becomes blurred once again.

"After all," their voices ring out as one, outloud. "Who could ever learn to love a beast?"

A single tear rolls down their body's cheek.

[my-name-is-mine-to-know]

I rewatched Madoka Magica, and now I've been ruminating on the similarities between the Incubators and TMA's dread powers. Fundamentally, both are sustained via emotion, granting some individuals inhuman abilities, eventually resulting in manifestations of negative emotion.

Now I'm trying to think of an AU and perhaps how to make that into a fic...

Kyubey doesn't usually go for boys or those below their preteens, but a child who has already suffered so much despair from the death of both parents to the neglect of their caregiver to a supernatural encounter that no one believes them about would certainly sacrifice a lot for even a little bit of hope or protection in the form of a wish, and would certainly fall to despair soon after, considering his lack of support system.

All Martin wants is the love of his mother: he wishes for her to be healthy because it would be awful to just magically change a person's emotions so this is the next best thing. Of course, now she can take care of herself, and is even more resentful of his presence. He doesn't need to be there anymore, so why does he insist upon terrorizing her still? Luckily, he's not home much anymore. He works two minimum wage jobs, and when he's not at work, he's hunting witches. The small bit of hope he feels when cleansing his soul gem is the only thing he has that resembles happiness nowadays, and the seeds seem to take away less of the darkness each time, as his depression begins to dirty his soul as much as his magic expenditure does.

What entity do you think the incubators would be? I feel like it would be the End, considering so much as interacting with one dooms a person; but it could also be the lonely, given how terribly isolating it is to be fighting a battle that no one else could understand except for those who find you an enemy, even though you've technically on the same side; or perhaps Hunt, forcing so many into an endless search for the grief seeds that will prolong their life, but every time you find one, you lose even more of what it would restore in an endless cycle of hunt and kill.

Or perhaps it's too simplifying to try to fit in a single category. That's likely the case.

[missnotstarry]

heavily inspired by this beautiful fanfiction by penny_dreadful on Ao3

[spring-gogurt98]

hashtag never got over this fic! 🤣

should I make fanart!!

[womanfano-03-89-a]

A sickly animal weeps tears of transcendent beauty

“A long time ago, a high-karma magical girl – a saint, before there were saints; high-yield contract 91, HYC-91, in incubator metadata terms – had wished that the demon who stole her sister’s soul, and all demons like it, should be forced to tell the truth for all eternity, from the day of creation onward to the end of all things…

…The Incubator who had irrevocably damaged the species’s Earthside strategy with its choice of contractee was executed, its values and training data excised from the network – deemed too high-risk to even study. Historically, it was recorded as the first Incubator to ever cry”

— How the Questing Beast Chased, and Caught, Her Own Tail: Chapter 6

[deathladyshinigami]