Madoka Magica - FanFiction Discussion

[Gx Hero]

I had an idea for a short fic, or omake. What if Kyube met the girls of 3-a from negima. After finding out what the incubatores were I am sure their would be hilarious torment for the incubator. Other idea is that Jack Rakan shows up and knows walpupuris (sorry can't spell) to oblivion with one punch and laughs as the incubator sweats.

sorry if I am not clear on my idea.

[Tusjecht]

I was wondering whether PM3 fanfiction is still appreciated any more, then decided to just go ahead and post.

This crossover is between the PV of Rip=Release by Ryuusei-P / Minato and of course, Madoka Magica. I was in a depressed state, had been watching Sayaka witch out over and again, and caught interest in the gem on Luka's neck and her facial expression.

Gist is, Luka witches out, but of course I go into more detail than that.

Read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1021310...Not-Never-Ever

[Laevatein]

Just wondering, are there any recommendations for post-Rebellion fics?

[John-Smith]

I present to AnimeSuki, 'Puella Duces Civ V Magica', also on fanfiction.net.. I'm very proud of my work and it would be an honor if you were to read it and give me feedback, any kind of feedback.

The basic premise; what if Civilization V granted wishes when you won and Madoka

Spoiler for Reveals important character:

and Homura

were allowed to play it. How would they interact with the other leaders? Would Madoka be the same Madoka after she's finished playing the game?



Chapter 1

Spoiler for Fanfiction chapter:

"If your civilization benefits from their sacrifice, why should the lives of a few people matter in the grand scheme of things?"

The words that came from the Incubator known as Kyubey, perched (as if he were worthy of such a high position) on the rack above her bed, pierced like a lance through the young girl's soul. The young girl, evidently was in great torment, kneeling, her face wracked with tears. Come to think of it, the kind of violence that was being perpetrated upon the young girl was the worst kind of one. There were many means of destroying a human being. A throat could be slit. A brain could be shot. He himself knew very well also, that a nuclear fusion chain reaction could be activated, literally vaporising a human (or more usually, several humans) out of existence.

He himself had been forced so many times to kill billions upon billions of human beings, men, women and children, guilty and innocent alike, in the course of his duties as the Spirit of a Civilization. Every time, every single decision that forced him to launch intercontinental ballistic missiles and bring ruin to 'humanity' (the term's precise meaning had become elusive to him from the day he realised he would be forced to be a divine plaything for the rest of eternity, himself being forced to treat his fellow citizens as pawns rather than equal men) real. Even if they were under his control, even knowing that whatever he did was part of an evil wretched, cosmic game (with very few rewards when the requirements and burdens were taken into account and weighed accordingly) meant to entertain whatever sadists would never let him rest, every death he caused weighed on him. Every death was a death. Every death he caused was a suicide of all he stood for. It was a horrible way to die.

However, it was not the worst way to die. Being incinerated by a thousand retaliatory nuclear missiles was relatively painless. It was the acceptance of death that was hard. Being forced to betray for what you stood for and to fall and cease to able to influence the current cosmic game you were in was worse, (and see your people suffer and be terrorised) but it was not the worst. Among the worst ways to die was to have your soul broken by words. Regardless of whether they were lies or particularly harsh truths (for a truth told in bad intent, was worse than all the lies you could invent), words truly were among the worse ways to kill a human being. He himself wielded the word, but he never used it to viciously and outright brutally tear out a young girl's heart and let her soul slowly rot away – tearing hearts away was something you did with a knife, not with words. He knew that very well from Montezuma I. Truly, the Incubators were among the most disgusting cosmic aberrations of this universe.

The rain continued to drop, as the filthy orgy of lies and truths continued to pour from the abomination's consciousness (and speaking of that, the Incubators loved to advertise and appeal to little girls didn't they, with those unnecessary mouth and eyes on their vessels).

The little girl, shaken and disturbed to the core, retorted to the creature's lies.

"So then, if your kind had never come to earth then none of this..."

"The truth is you humans would most likely still be living naked. In caves."

Pride was always foolish. Pride led to poor decisions and rash revenge. Every time he was forced into one of those cosmic gladiatorial shows, too often, Napoleon Bonaparte chose to make the rash decision of instantly declaring war on someone who had denounced him. That happened a lot with Ashurbanipal, Attila, Genghis, Alexander, Montezuma, Dido, Gustavus, Dido and Shaka (especially Shaka) with their cocksure beat-the-Hell-out-of-everyone mentality, but it was most egregious in Napoleon. Even if the myth that he was short was a British lie meant to ridicule, there was probably something terribly embarrassing that he was compensating for with his outright flanderised tendency to declare war over the most trivial of things (as insignificant as those lives were to the integrity of existence, couldn't the warmongers at least display some reluctance to bring death and tragedy across the land?). Alas, he digressed. What was on his mind now was his seething human pride, injured by the abomination. "The truth is you humans would most likely still be living naked. In caves." What kind of absolutely evil insult was that?

You should never be proud. Being proud made you do rash things. Like nuke a city out of existence.

Every time he heard the Incubators justify their unethical opportunism, he was at the very least bothered. The one factor that differentiated this from the other incidents was the particular harshness of the revelation.

For the cosmo's sake, Kaname Madoka was a pubescent girl!

The rage that had disturbed Gandhi was old. It was trite. It was overused. It happened all the time in those cosmic plays. But he never acclimated to it. Every time he felt it, it was a fresh as the first time he felt it in South Africa. The rage was always fresh and maybe that explained why the missiles went off whenever some great injustice was perpetrated by Attila.

It was with this rage that Mohandas Gandhi materialised.

"INCUBATOR. BE SILENT." With this yell so unfit for the embodiment of Truth, Kyubey's connection to the Incubator hivemind was severed; like a limp doll, the abomination fell from the rack onto the bed, like a puppet whose strings were cut. The silence brought by Gandhi could've been seen to be a good thing. On one hand, the Incubator would shut up for a while and stop torturing the poor little girl. On the other hand, when Madoka turned around, she saw a quarter-naked man in a shawl and loincloth. Awkward.

Thankfully for him, Madoka was too unnerved to react loudly. Key word was 'loudly'. Madoka retreated semi-catatonically to the corner of her bed; always a natural reaction when a quarter-naked man appeared in your room without warning.

In Japanese (two ways you could understand a foreign language – you learnt it through constant, millennia-long exposure, and exposure to Nobunaga and his domineering of city-states taught you sufficient Japanese to be able to tell him that that city-state was under your protection and that a nuclear missile was headed to Tokyo - OR the cosmic masterminds did the translation for you via telepathy– albeit often a very inaccurate one that merely gave you the gist of it – an apology for spying and a lament of defeat often sounded similar), Madoka queried:

"Who are you?" Whereupon Ghandi transferred the answer the way Kyubey would've:

"Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, also known as Mahatma Gandhi – you would read it as 'マハトマ・ガンディー' – hopefully, you've paid attention in your world history classes?"

Madoka had always been one to care for others; everyone knew her reputation for kindness. If she were more proud of herself, she would've seen in herself usefulness and compassion.

"The Gandhi that resisted British… occupation?" Disbelief, small, but still present, was present in her voice. Even if you were surrounded by magical girls and witches, you wouldn't be likely to believe a man who looked like Gandhi and appeared in your room was Gandhi, right?

Gandhi corrected her. "Rule."

"The Gandhi that resisted British rule of India without hurting anyone?"

"Yes."

'Generations to come, it may well be, will scarce believe that such a man as this one ever in flesh and blood walked upon this Earth.' – Einstein's words about him came to the front of his mind. Then again, to study history and to be part of it were different things.

Gandhi was not wrong to have brought up the thought. In Madoka's mind herself, there was much disbelief, incredulity that was battling with the fact that she had seen more surreal things. A dragon-clown-worm-clown thingy biting the head off of Mami, televisions that tortured you by pulling you into strings of spaghetti, a jet black-haired girl who always seemed to know where you were and you feel was going to jump on you at any second – she'd seen those things, alongside Kyubey – in the end, she thought 'Why not? Gandhi is kind of an inspiration to me. He could very well actually be Gandhi.'

Gandhi was relieved. This was one of the few times he'd returned to his original Earth with people actually believing him to be who he claimed to be. Ah well, it was time to cut to the chase.

"Kaname Madoka."

Madoka looked up at Gandhi.

"Do you know why I came here?"

No response came from Madoka, save an interested silence.

"When the creature you knew as Kyubey insulted humanity, you protested in your heart strongly enough to shake the very nature of human existence and bring my presence here."

Yet more interested silence.

"Do you want humanity to live without the Incubators?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to show the universe, that even without the Incubators, we would still be where we are today, without their human animal husbandry and industrialised torture?"

"Yes!"

"Do you believe in the beauty of your dreams?"

"YES!" Tears of defiance, tears of joy, poured from Madoka's eyes.

"If you do, take this." Gandhi approached Madoka, and withdrew a necklace. The Necklace of Civilization was simple in design. It was a V-shape, attached to some yarn.

"Your hands please." Madoka complied, spreading out her palms as if collecting water. Gandhi bent, and placed the necklace on her palms.

"That necklace is a catalyst for something that can grant your wish."

"Wish?" Madoka, with her experience with Kyubey, was now wary of all wish-granting entities regardless of messianic reputation or not. "What's the catch?" She was getting savvy, as it seemed; her eyes ceased to shed tears and the sharpness of a hawk filled them as if response in the very word 'wish'.

Gandhi contemplated on the word 'catch'; the fact was, in the long run, there was no catch. Indeed, there were limitations on the nature of the wish. Firstly, the wish had to have an effect that directly applied on a civilizational scale. In other words, there was no wishing for a love to have their disability healed. No wishing for more life (which was unnecessary for a Spirit of a Civilization anyways). No wishing for your father's new religious doctrines to be heard. No wishing to redo your meeting with a certain pink-haired girl. Secondly, the wishes effects' were limited to the First Existence – this world, the original Earth of all the Spirits of Civilizations – there was no hope for those iterations of India that he had lost. Thirdly there was the time it took for your wish to be granted – often, it seemed in excess of 6000 years for the process to be complete. Fourthly and perhaps most importantly – there were more people than you alone waiting for their wish to be granted – inevitably, you would enter into conflict with another Spirit (in his credit, Gandhi acknowledged their desires and often gave them a chance to win, even considering his nuclear attacks). But what did she mean by 'catch'? The closest thing to a catch would be…

"Kaname Madoka – there is one particularly harsh limitation you have to face." Gandhi contemplated on how to word it.

"What is it?" The determination on the girl's face was surprising – it was incongruous – minutes ago, she was a crying, miserable wreck.

In all of the Games, if there was a wish that had to be granted, you had to possess a certain will – it was the will to overshadow others. It was the will to sacrifice a few for the many – informally, you had to be willing to 'shoot the dog' – essentially, it was selfishness.

"Regardless of whether you believe it or not, Kaname Madoka, you have an extremely pure character – you are incredibly selfless – the main problem you might face…"

Madoka was ready for anything – she wished for the Incubators to have never contacted humanity, yet for humanity to still be where it was without the sacrifices the Incubators had forced humanity to commit. However, she was, of course, wary of any wishing that might remove her soul from her body and destroy her humanity as Sayaka, Kyouko, Mami and Homura's had been.

"You might have to be willing to throw away what you believe in – in your case, it would be that selflessness that is characteristic of you."

The truth was, Madoka had always suspected that she was more than others – she was the class health officer – and others had always had spoken of her selflessness, regardless of her doubts. If that limited her from true selflessness – why not?

"If I can have my wish granted… It's alright in the end." Was it just him or did his presence inspire confidence and belief?

That was the tragedy that was the very being of game – in order to win – in order to let those still living in your First Existence benefit from your wishes – you had to be willing to sacrifice those very real people of those other Existences, those humans part of the Game. Nuclear warfare. Famine. Genocide. Betrayal. Disease. Decline. Recession. Famine, pestilence, war death, the Four Horsemen. Genghis, Shaka, Napoleon and Alexander (coincidentally, there were four of them) were the most notorious when it came to working to have their wishes granted. Entire cities reduced to rubble – full of real people – farms, fields of rich corn and wheat pillaged, entire nations enslaved – all for one more wish.

"Do you still wish to participate knowing very well you might have to betray yourself?"

"Yes." The smile of acceptance on Madoka's face was a very visible affirmation. It was this poor naïve girl, by virtue of being the focal point of another girl's wishes, who had become important enough to warrant interest from the Soul of the Game. Appearances were deceptive. The Incubators were an example and they also knew it applied to other things.

"I wish for humanity to have developed without ever contacting the Incubators!"

"And thus the Game of Civilizations begins." Gandhi stood up again and closed his eyes. His palms were pressed together, as if in prayer. Entrance into the game required a chant of quotations that brought the fabric of the game close to the First Existence.

"A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long supressed, finds utterance." - Jawaharlal Nehru. Gandhi was proud of what Nehru had brought into the world – today, India was finding its soul, long suppressed.

"Build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn." - Douglas MacArthur. As different he and Gandhi were, the truth still resonated in those words – that was what it meant to be the Spirit of a Civilization.

"I never learned how to tune a harp, or play upon a lute; but I know how to raise a small and inconsiderable city to glory and greatness." – Themistocles. A man who resonated with him – the disestablishment of entrenched systems of authority based on blind tradition and resistance against those who would deny his people the right to exist beyond living as subjects.

'Reality' was beginning to fade. Madoka saw that she was in a void – only her bed remained.

"The great questions of the day will not be settled by means of speeches and majority decisions … but by iron and blood." – Otto von Bismarck. Gandhi did not by any means appreciate Bismarck for his acceptance of war as an instrument of foreign policy – but that didn't mean the truth of Bismarck's words were compromised. The existence of individuals such as Attila could only prove him true.

"I have witnessed the tremendous energy of the masses. On this foundation it is possible to accomplish any task whatsoever." - Mao Zedong. As with Bismarck, Gandhi found very little he could agree on with Mao – he who starved 60 million had not much in common with he who had freed 350 million. His worlds, sadly, were true nonetheless.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." – Eleanor Roosevelt. A woman who saw a bright future. A woman, who despite all the tragedies of the last century, has not ceased to believe in the beauty of her dreams.

With this, the reality that Madoka had lived in disappeared. A flash, and the school uniform she was wearing changed into a pink fur rag. Her surroundings changed. The floor was earthen, the walls were of wood. The bed she was kneeling on felt more ragged; upon closer inspection, it was straw lined with a fur blanket. Her dismay was evident.

"I only said that the necklace was a catalyst."

---


Homura was disturbed. Madoka's life force had disappeared from her senses– a transformation into a magical girl was likely. The work of Kyubey again, no doubt. She was about to transform to repeat the loop when (as if to compensate for Madoka's disappearance) another presence made itself at home on one of her couches.

It was a rough-bearded man in a rich fur coat, topped by a pointed fur cap.

"You looking for Kaname Madoka?" – His words came through telepathy and sounded vaguely Turkic.

Puella Duces Civ V Madoka Profile #1

Civilization Name: Mitakihara

Unique Ability: Arrow of Hope. Start the Game with Archery technology. Archery unit maintenance reduced by 25%. Archery units stationed in Citadels or Cities receive an extra attack a turn.

Unique Unit: None.

Unique Building: Luminous Garden. +25% Great Person generation. Does not require a source of fresh water. If an Archery unit is stationed in a city with a Luminous Garden, it will gain Culture per turn equal to 25% of that unit's Ranged Combat Strength (maximum of 10).

[Tusjecht]

I'm pretty sure there's a rule against posting entire chapters in fanfiction threads, but At the very least you've posted at least thrice in a row.

[silvercover]

Originally Posted by Laevatein

Just wondering, are there any recommendations for post-Rebellion fics?

im echoing this statement.
anyone have good ones?

[Gx Hero]

I have not seen Rebellion yet and from what I hear was that the ending made people mad so I think there are more what should have been fanficitons out there. Such as those containing Madoka takes Houmora in God hood and they vaporize all the incubators.


Seriously the incubators are pure scum for non emotional creatures, they probably think fanfictions should be written about Houmora tragedy saying its only natural.

[silvercover]

ah I think your pretty much mistaken there.

people arent "that" mad about the ending, heck a lot of those who got "mad"dont actually disagree with how the ending took.

a better way to see it, would be like 50% people are split/uncertain on what they really feel of the movie, 20% hate it while 30% love it.


still, im really hoping for someone to properly make a good continuation of the movie, with sayaka as the proper MC since she's virtually the only one who'll be able to actually do something unlike the others.

[Tusjecht]

Inb4 Sayaka suffers in a post-Rebellion Movie.

...wasn't her powers and Oktavia sealed at the end anyway?

[Vegard Aune]

Originally Posted by silvercover

ah I think your pretty much mistaken there.

people arent "that" mad about the ending, heck a lot of those who got "mad"dont actually disagree with how the ending took.

I for one was completely furious about it when I first saw it... Granted since then I've come to terms with it but, as is coincidentally being debated in the movie-thread at the moment, there are plenty of very valid criticisms one can make against it. Now yes, there are also plenty of people who liked the entire movie, including the ending, just fine, but it was an extremely divisive film. This is fact.

[DKN117]

So... Browsing through ff-dot-net, I find a random little thing called "Tales of Homura's Harem" by the (in?)famous Shadow-Crystal-Mage, and amongst its little snippets I find something that could actually make an interesting full-size fic if anyone decided to make it (side note: f*ck that site's no-copy/paste-crap, having to type everything word-for-word myself...):

Spoiler for Ask A Stupid Question:

Ask a Stupid Question:

"I wish..." Madoka considered as Mami and Sayaka nodded enthusiastically. "I wish I knew why Akemi-san is so cold towards me..."

One soul gem later, Kyubey passively reflected if more research into this 'fear' thing should be done. It might certainly cut back on such abrasive wear on his bodies... and oh, there he was getting kicked again...

Madoka ended up with a shield just like Homura's.

Homura, naturally, freaked.

[Tusjecht]

You can still copy paste if you switch to the mobile site. Just a minor inconvenience.

[Jimmy C]

There are ways to neutralize the script they use to disable select and copy on that site. I've got one on my bookmarks. There are also various fanfic downloaders that still work on it.

[silvercover]

honestly, id like to make a fanfic continuation of rebellion, with sayaka being the main.

problem I have though (besides college), is that im not sure on what level do I put homura.
do I have her be the overconfident smug demon who has things "mostly" under control, or do I have her be close to her usual personality and have a rather good but fragile control on the world?

[Laevatein]

Originally Posted by silvercover

honestly, id like to make a fanfic continuation of rebellion, with sayaka being the main.

problem I have though (besides college), is that im not sure on what level do I put homura.
do I have her be the overconfident smug demon who has things "mostly" under control, or do I have her be close to her usual personality and have a rather good but fragile control on the world?

You could split the difference - have her act like the former but in reality be the latter.

[silvercover]

Originally Posted by Laevatein

You could split the difference - have her act like the former but in reality be the latter.

I guess that solves that issue, but it also leads to another issue:
what will be the conflict?

see here, having homura be overconfident, is based on the premise that she's just playing around sayaka cause she's bored as a demon/has nothing better to do.

the other, having homura be close to original, is based close to the premise of some of those images ive seen in danbooro, where homura's stressed/troubled/lonely and sayaka's the one who notices these.


if I mix the two, well, its sort of conflicting.

it could work if I created a new threat/enemy for homura to have sayaka deal with it. the reason would be is that either she'd be using too much of her powers just to keep madoka here, or have her own power be insufficient to deal with the enemy herself.
then for why sayaka, it would be due to her not wanting the others to be in danger as well as her being annoyed at sayaka.

well the problem is thinking of an enemy, really. somehow im not so good with that one, also id prefer to have less OCs as possible.

[Laevatein]

Originally Posted by silvercover

I guess that solves that issue, but it also leads to another issue:
what will be the conflict?

see here, having homura be overconfident, is based on the premise that she's just playing around sayaka cause she's bored as a demon/has nothing better to do.

the other, having homura be close to original, is based close to the premise of some of those images ive seen in danbooro, where homura's stressed/troubled/lonely and sayaka's the one who notices these.


if I mix the two, well, its sort of conflicting.

I've been toying around with thoughts about a continuation, and one idea that's stuck in my head is that Homura secretly/subconsciously wants to lose, since she sees herself as evil for her betrayal of Madoka.

[silvercover]

Originally Posted by Laevatein

I've been toying around with thoughts about a continuation, and one idea that's stuck in my head is that Homura secretly/subconsciously wants to lose, since she sees herself as evil for her betrayal of Madoka.

thats a pretty popular opinion, well, if your a homura fan who wants to keep her looking good.

unfortunately, I prefer to look at homura as a yandere, which you can gain from my recent post in the rebellion thread.

so I dont really wanna see homura setting herself up for a defeat, rather I want homura to be blind sided and really shaken out of her positon, instead of losing cause she didnt really fight hard for her belief and ideas.

if there's anything about homura that I appreciate, its her conviction and dedication. in the same vein as sayaka, I commend her for working really hard.
but just like with sayaka, I dont really agree with the person she's fixated on.

[Triple_R]

There's a post-Rebellion Madoka Magica fanfic idea I've been bouncing around for awhile now, and I finally came to terms with exactly how I'd go about it (feedback from people I've discussed this with on AS has helped here). It'll probably actually be a short fanfic, 4 chapters at most (and maybe even as little as 2), but I think Madoka Magica fans here might find it interesting.

It's inspired a bit by an old Star Trek episode, an old He-Man episode, and an old Quasar comic I read a long time ago.

Any here it is... The Arena!

I'd love to know what my fellow Madoka Magica fans here think of it.

I'd put it up on my fanfic thread here on AS but I'd like to save that strictly for PPPL.

Note: Feel free to tell me how you'd like this fanfic to play out.

[DKN117]

Boredom and finding nostalgic things makes fanfic ideas happen... My imagination's been coming up with random Puella-Magi/Crossover ideas, from "Red vs. Blue crew gets sucked into things to help the girls out";

to a Suite PreCure crossover (that I'm actually putting serious thought into, as part of a PreCure Crossover Trilogy; the other two fics will be an MLP/PreCure X-over, and an OC/PreCure X-over, with all three groups coming together to fight a Mysterious Ultimate Enemy at the end);

and a fic where the girls get Digimon partners (NOT the same individuals from the shows, but of the same 'species'; so far I've decided that Homura gets Patamon/Angemon/MagnaAngemon/Seraphimon; Madoka gets Gatomon/Angewomon/Ophanimon; Mami gets Terriermon/Gargomon/Rapidmon/a non-Biomerge version of MegaGargomon; and an OC Puella Magi who starts out evil because of bad things happening to her driving her to darkness, but comes to the good-guy side thanks to Madoka's compassion, having Impmon/IceDevimon/SkullSatamon/Beelzemon; I can't decide what partners Kyouko and Sayaka would have, or whether or not to have Kyousuke and/or Hitomi get pulled in and what their partners would be).