Magical Girls Support GroupDisclaimer: I own none of the characters from any of the series in this crossover, I'm only borrowing them for awhile. As this is one of MY fics, expect yuri aka femslash.Magical Girls Support Group by ~shanejayell
Magical Girls Support Group
"Welcome all, to the magical girl support group," Sailor Pluto said seriously. She was leading the meeting both because she was oldest and generally the most serious of the group. "So please go around the table and introduce yourselves."
"My name is Madoka Kaname," the pink haired girl in a frilly dress waved tentatively. "Should I be using my real name?" she wondered.
"Ain't like you have a secret identity anyway," the sexy blond in a kind of cloth bikini and skirt noted.
"Neither do you, Panty," the purple haired girl in similar clothes noted.
"Shut up, Stocking." Panty shot back.
Sailor Pluto sighed. "Do I need to eject you from the meeting again?" she addressed both women sternly, and they quieted down.
"I'm Sailor Moon, these are Sailor Smart Ass, Sailor Slut, Sailor Grouchy and Sailo
Another, a fanficDisclaimer: I own none of the characters from Another, I'm only borrowing them for awhile. This story is set after the end of the anime, and therefore could be considered a spoiler. I also am not following the manga continuity... for reasons.Another, a fanfic by ~shanejayell
Another: Talking with the Dead
Mei Misaki was a unusual girl, though exactly how unusual was something she mostly kept secret. A student of Yomiyama North Middle School's class 3-3, she was a survivor of it's legendary curse. The attractive dark brown haired girl also wore a eye-patch, having lost a eye to cancer and seemingly uncomfortable with the glass eye replacing it.
That, however wasn't exactly true.
The beautifully sculpted glass eye... Mei could see through it, in a way. Maybe it was ESP, maybe something supernatural, but Mei could see what she called the color of death. She could see what was touched by death, even tell what should have stayed dead. Only covering up the ye cut off the visions, but that itself grew uncomfortable.
The problems with being MadokamiThe problems with being MadokamiThe problems with being Madokami by ~shanejayell
The thing about her wish, Madoka found, was that it changed both how she perceived herself and the world around her. She moved through both time and space, was everywhere and nowhere as she rescued magical girls. It created a bit of confusion, especially when she stopped to talk to girls from other places and times.
"Hail the Madokami!" the science fiction style garbed girl named Arisu groveled.
"Please stop that," Madoka begged. "So... there's a religion based on me in your time?"
The girl got up, still looking awed. "Yes, great Madokami!" Arisu declared.
"Just call me Madoka, please," she begged, then saw the girl's stunned look. "Or what ever you are comfortable with."
"Thank you, Madokami!" Arisu beamed.
Madoka fought the urge to run a hand across her face. "How did this religion start?" she asked the girl curiously.
"When the magical girls first discovered the Book of the Prophet HomuHomu," Arisu revealed reverently. "In her diaries she was the one