The "Failed" Yellow Hero of Paradise Returns– As The Gray Hero of Paradise!
WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS THEMES OF PAST ABUSE. IT IS NEVER OUTRIGHT MENTIONED– BUT THE IMPLICATIONS ARE STILL THERE.
THIS IS ALSO AN AU! Hence the mentions of non-canon events/characters! But we can just say she universe-hopped in some cases or something I dunno- /vlh
Ran by @mugzymiik!
Not just a roleplay blog, either– I'll probably post/reblog Things That Are Bug too :3
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(Character information under the cut!)
Bug Octennial Hexahive
Female, she/her + they/them + ae/aer
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She was created to be the Yellow Hero– but they came out "defective", gray in color and without any abilities (aside from that levitation ability the other Heroes have– except, aers was very, very weak. Before her connection was restored, Bug couldn't lift anything heavier than a ballpoint pen. But, even if it was lighter than that, it did take a lot of energy out of them if it went on for too long.).
Aer caretaker, Redd, was a total bitch about it, to put it lightly.
So Bug had to put up that for the longest while– before she came across the other caretakers, and, after a while of following them around out of spite and bickering with the other Heroes (she hated them. All of them. She couldn't stand them. Every. Single. One.), she bonded and became close friends with the Purple Hero, Steel (owned by @/sleepless-tea).
Everyone deemed it necessary to keep Bug as far away from Redd as possible, and so, Bug bounced around staying with the other caretakers and Heroes for a long while... (Which, it should probably be mentioned that they all pretty quickly learned that it was a must to keep Gold and Bug separated at all times.)
Over time, Bug became bonded with a purple hexagon monster– Orchid (also owned by @/sleepless-tea).
The Trees of Life eventually restored their connection to Bug, deeming Orchid as their caretaker...
And things are alright now. Or, so ae hopes.
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So, for any inclusive Heathens (and other pagans) out there who haven't heard about it, Rune Hjarnø Rasmussen from the Nordic Animism page/channel/etc has figured out that 2023 is a good place in the lunisolar calendar to reinstate the octennial cycle and celebrate the Aun year as a means to start healing our collective relationship with the world
I think it's a good focus point for gathering energies and collectively starting the work to fix some of the problems that have been building since Industrial Capitalism started to hold sway.
So with the first full moon after the first new moon after the winter solstice (lunisolar calendars are... interesting), the Aun year has started. I'm probably going to be posting here off and on about it over the year.
I invite heathens, pagans, and everyone else interested in reconnecting with nature in an animist way and healing some of the damage done in the name of "progress" to read up about it and participate how you can. Pick up garbage in parks. Donate to organizations fighting for clean water access and maintaining wilderness (especially indigenous-led ones!). Go and spend more time in nature, actually paying attention to what's there. Go to therapy and heal some of the damage that living in this capitalist system has inflicted on us all. Drink more water. Get a plant and take care of it, start a window herb garden, really get out in the yard and plant veggies and herbs and flowers that you like so you're slightly less dependent on the capitalist supply chain. There are so many things people can do that will make the world a little nicer, and every bit is valuable.
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The First Octennial Mitakihara Middle School Christmas Reunion
Merry Christmas! Here's a very silly little Madoka fanfic inspired by this piece of fun holiday art
Words: ~1200
Summary: Around Christmas, the whole gang happens to be free all at once. This calls for a party.
Also on Ao3
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The First Octennial Mitakihara Middle School Christmas Reunion was, quite frankly, starting to get completely out of hand.
It had started out sensible. Mami and Hitomi were in town during the break, and Madoka suggested that they should have a meetup of the old middle school gang. And since it was so close to Christmas, why not make it a Christmas party? Sayaka had agreed to the idea, but had insisted on calling it a Mitakihara Middle School reunion, at which point they’d ended up inviting half a dozen other people from their class, who hadn’t been able to make it anyway. Which sort of undercut the reunion aspect, Mami said, but Sayaka had refused to be daunted. In fact, she’d doubled down, insisting it was now going to be an annual event. Only for Homura to point out that it had been years since they’d graduated, and proposed “Octennial”. Which Sayaka had latched on to, despite Mami pointing out that for her it was actually Novennial. Sayaka though, had forged ahead and made banners with the absurd name, and that was that.
Sayka had taken over the whole affair to a surprising degree, in fact. Madoka had been the one planning it at first, since she had the most suitable home to host, but Sayaka had dived headfirst into the planning, working out food, drinks, decorations, and even holiday-themed outfits for everyone.
At first Madoka had just thought the costume aspect was kind of funny. She liked the Christmas tree themed dress Sayaka had given her, and Sayaka looked cute in the reindeer kigurumi she’d picked for herself. But when she saw Homura in her santa dress and long gloves, she’d been forced to consider that Sayaka might actually be a genius. Sure, maybe the black stockings weren’t the most Christmas-y colour, but damn if they didn’t suit Homura, and Madoka’s eyes kept drifting over to Homura’s boldly bared shoulders as the evening went on.
The festival catering, though, might have been a misstep. Usually, Homura was quite careful about drinking. She’d take a few sips of wine, or nurse a single beer for an entire evening, staying very close to stone cold sober even as the people around her descended into tipsy or worse. The various colourful festive drinks, however, seemed to be a lot stronger than they looked, and for the first time, Madoka was getting to see a properly drunk Homura. As it turned out, she got a little… rowdy.
“Hey! Get off me!” Sayaka snapped.
Somehow or another, while Madoka had been distracted talking to Mami, Homura had tricked Sayaka into getting on all fours. When Madoka looked back over, Homura was sitting on Sayaka’s back and cackling with glee, holding onto a leash- where on earth had she gotten a leash?- attached to the collar that Sayaka had put on as part of the costume.
“Oh?” Homura said, her slightly manic grin undercutting her attempt to sound sly. “I don’t see the problem. “I’m Santa Claus. Isn’t it perfectly natural for my reindeer to carry me on my mission?”
“What mission?”
“Delivering presents to all the good girls and boys!” Homura said, raising her glass boisterously. A bit of it spilled out, but she didn’t seem to notice. “On Dasher, on Prancer, on… someone else! To the bar!”
What came next Madoka could only describe as a Christmas miracle. While Sayaka did grumble to herself bitterly, she nonetheless played along with Homura, shuffling over towards the bar on her hands and knees. Right over to Madoka.
When Sayaka stopped in front of Madoka, Homura again raised her glass in celebration. “Hark! A youth! Have you been a good girl this year?”
“She’s an elf, you idiot,” Sayaka said. “She makes the presents, you don’t deliver them to her.”
Homura blinked and looked Madoka up and down slowly.
“Oh,” she said. “Hello, Madoka.”
Homura, it seemed, had only been half paying attention to where Sayaka was taking her. Seeing Madoka in front of her, she seemed to be regaining a bit of her wits and looked a little embarrassed.
“She meant to say, “hey, we saw you from across the room, and we like your style. Wanna be our third?”. Right Homura?”
“Wh- no, you idiot! I was kidding about that, don’t actually say it-”
To explain Madoka’s next action, it was necessarily to know a little background.
It was clear that Homura had been… connected to Madoka since all the way back in middle school. Madoka was important to her, she knew that much. Homura had gone out of her way to go to the same high school and college as Madoka, despite her better grades. She’d always been there for Madoka, throughout the years, and would drop everything to help her.
But she hadn’t ever made any kind of move. And had skittishly deflected any time Madoka had tried to probe for her intentions. Or express her own intentions. By now Madoka was quite sure that Homura was in love with her, which was nice, because Madoka loved her too. But Homura seemed terrified of the idea of actually dating Madoka.
Madoka was not a middle school girl anymore, who was content just to hug Homura sometimes and hold her hand once in a blue moon. And here was the girl who had been frustrating her with her shyness for years, right in front of her, wearing a daring dress and showing an unexpected new playful side of herself.
“Yes,” Madoka said.
“What?” Homura said. “N-No, I didn’t mean-”
“I said yes,” Madoka said, reaching out and grabbing Homura firmly by the shoulders. “No more running away. I want to be your third so bad.”
“Wait, why am I still involved in this?” Sayaka said. Madoka ignored her and leaned in closer.
“If you don’t want me to kiss you, you better say something right now,” Madoka whispered, and Homura turned as red as a beet. And it definitely wasn’t from the drinks.
“I-I-”
“Three,” Madoka whispered. “Two. One. Do you want me to kiss you, Homura?”
Homura faintly nodded.
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Mami Tomoe considered herself something of an easy going friend. She was someone who could read the room, and didn’t bring down the mood. She felt like she’d done a good job of it at this party.
But she had her limits. Watching Kyouko and Hitomi flirt was a little odd, but Mami had played it off and acted like it was normal. She could not say the same for when Madoka suddenly started passionately kissing Homura, who was playing out some kind of- well, accuse her of having a dirty mind if you would, but Mami simply couldn’t see it as anything other than a light BDSM scene with Sayaka. And that impression was not helped by the subsequent involvement of Sayaka in the kissing.
And when Kyouko went “Oh, hey, is this the kinda party this is?” and started making out with a very startled but highly willing Hitomi, well, that was sort of the last straw, wasn’t it?
Frankly, Mami wasn’t even sure that anyone noticed when she beat a hasty retreat from Madoka’s house.
She wasn’t eager to spend Christmas alone, but at least it was better than being a sixth wheel.
Good grief.
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