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once a magical girl, now a hero. (PMMM X MHA cross fic)

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After countless timelines and over 100 desperate battles, Homura Akemi finally did it, she defeated Walpurgisnacht without losing a single friend. Madoka never made her self-sacrificing wish, and for the first time, she had won. with no compromises . . . But fate said fuck that In a moment of unexpected danger, Homura has to Madoka once more, but with her soul gem too blackened, she can't use her magic and tanks the falling debris. but something goes horrendously wrong. her shield goes haywire and starts reversing through time, then going forward, then going through space and time. they are then sent out into an entirely different world, something way different from what they are used to. a world where supernatural abilities called "Quirks" shape society, and magical girls are nothing more than fun fictional dreams. now in this new, VERY different world with no kuybuy, no magical girls, and no whiches. . . ? Homura will have to adapt, and maybe, just maybe, enjoy this world as a nice well-deserved permanent vacation. . . maybe. or maybe not. but she will try. ------- this is quite different from what I'm used to but I can't sleep at night because of this idea, so I will try to write it, but don't expect quality goods or quality update schedules. pmmm is my favorite anime hands down but I can't really write drama out well. so I steered clear of it, but a crossover with Mha might work. also ,this synopsis is quite vague cause I'm trying to do something new, an actual story. so there is some mystery in it. but not much, also you can't have pmmm without angst.
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