Frills of Justice

By request from belacqua in the December talking meme: director's commentary on Persephone's Waltz!

AKA my 70K-word Madoka Magica longfic, in which Homura is...much closer to the edge than in canon. Close enough that "kidnap Madoka and lock her in a basement for the next month" starts to sound like a good idea.

Spoilers through the end of the fic (and through the PMMM series) follow!



( Also, her thoughts about getting married one day: 'Would be nice if I can find a cool husband that resembles my Mama.' Hmmmm. )

Title: And I Still Have My Hands On The Wheel
Fandom: Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Subject: Madokami/Homura
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers.

A mix for Madoka's sacrifice, ascension, and incredible strength in rewriting magical-girl history with her own hands. (And a Homura who, for all her loneliness, still hears Madoka's voice and remembers that someone is fighting for her.)



( They say these waters aren't what they used to be / But I've got people back on land who count on me )