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moontropy · 1 year ago
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i think if you gave the cast of soul eater social media stein would start dming people their own addresses and spirit would get cancelled
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thisloveforyourmom · 1 year ago
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someone who gets it like.....they will cook on the rare occasion what he made sucks ass. otherwise homegirls are rolling out of bed at 7:57 for an 8 AM school day and kid is handing them ready made lattes that have all the foam scraped off because he tried to do latte art and it wasn't symmetrical and he nearly smashed the travel mug. when lunchtime comes they go to the school caf and say put it on his tab. when they get home kid rolls his sleeves up and starts chopping because mf made a promise to them and he will be DAMNED if a shinigami renages on their deals
liz does take over and cut the onion because the fact that every piece wasn't universally symmetrical was driving kid up a wall and making it take forever. patty put sprinkles on hers. that's about the extent of their involvement here
"liz and patty do the cooking-" liz and patty had sleep and nicotine for dinner. KID was up at 5 AM making breakfast burritos and getting the crockpot set up to run while they're at school
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lxvenderdreamy · 1 year ago
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🍓♡𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘚/𝘖 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘐𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 ♡🍓
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Oh lord..how do you deal with it?
Everyone is just like wondering how your still sane. Dealing with Kid’s obsession with Symmetry that also involves his tantrums that come with it is hardwork. Liz and Patty know.
But you just say that you don’t know and how you have to be patient. Patience is key.
When your boyfriend is stressing about how the painting in his living room may be tilted to the left a bit…
"𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵." -Said by you as you caressed his cheek.
How about when he’s stressing over how he didn’t fold the toilet paper correctly?
"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 100% 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺." -Said by you as you pat his head, trying to hide the disgust on your face.
Kid is really thankful for this. He has never someone care for him in the ways that you do. Usually, people would laugh at him or yell at him for this but you made it seem like you care. Which you did. He had Liz and Patty but they didn’t comfort him like you did. They only did that just to get back to what they were doing.
He would lean into your embrace as you said sweet nothings into his ear. Despite how your fellow friends always ask you how you deal with him, he is glad to hear that it all takes patience and understanding. It was nice to hear that from you cause he knows your not just saying that just to be saying it, you say it because you love him just the way he is and you will still love him despite his flaws.
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thatdesigirl17 · 2 months ago
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please
jess mariano x fem!reader
requested by @dkjndfnmdfmdmnd I don't know if this is what you wanted but I hope you like it! no warnings, but its basically fluff and angst.
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‘Do I have to go?’, Y/N whined as Lorelai pushed her in her room. ‘Yes, Luke and Liz both have invited you, it’ll be rude plus do you really wanna miss that wedding? It’ll be our share of entertainment for the entire week!’, Lorelai tried persuading her. Y/N was home for another week due to her holidays at Yale, although she wasn’t exactly Lorelei’s biological kid, Lorelai had basically adopted her since Y/N’s parents hardly used to be home because of their work and travel. Currently, Lorelai was trying to make Y/N come to Liz’s wedding with her, but she didn’t want to and the reason was simple. Jess Mariano. 
Jess was her ex-boyfriend, the love of her life, her best friend who had left without so much as a goodbye about two years ago and hadn’t been in touch since. ‘Is it because of him?’, Lorelai sighed, sitting on the bed. ‘What will I even say to him?’, Y/N said, sitting across Lorelai. ‘You could slap him.’, Lorelai suggested sarcastically, making Y/N chuckle, ‘You cannot skip the wedding because of a man! Have I taught you nothing? You are coming to the wedding and showing Jess what he missed out on okay? No more discussions.’ Lorelai said as she exited the room, closing the door behind her, and leaving Y/N to get ready. Y/N sighed, she knew Lorelai was right and decided to do exactly what she said. She got ready wearing a short dress with a corset, highlighting her chest and waist. She put on light makeup and flowers in her hair because Lorelai insisted upon following the Renaissance theme. 
Lorelai and Y/N went to Luke’s where he was waiting for them on the sidewalk. They greeted each other as Luke complimented Lorelai. ‘You look great, Y/N.’, he said, looking over at her. ‘Thank you.’, she smiled politely. They started walking together, towards the town square where the wedding was being held. ‘Hey Y/N, you gonna be okay?’, Luke asked. ‘I hope so.’, she smiled. He nodded and walked with Lorelai. 
Just as they got seated, Liz’s friend Carrie arrived and told them about how Liz had ripped her wedding dress. Lorelai got up to help and dragged Y/N with her to Miss Patty’s where Liz was getting ready.  They greeted each other as Lorelai inspected the rip and told Y/N to get some pins from her purse. 
‘Here you go-‘, Y/N said, stopping right in her tracks as soon as she entered the barn once again. She saw him, Jess, looking right at her. He looked the same, except he had let his hair grow long. She could feel his eyes roaming around her body, taking her presence in. ‘Hey.’, she breathed. ‘Hey.’, he responded with a nod, his face expressionless but his gaze soft. 
‘Y/N, honey, the pins.’, Lorelai reminded as they witnessed the staring contest taking place between Jess and Y/N. Y/N shook her head and walked towards Lorelai, brushing past Jess. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as their arm brushed. ‘Here.’, she said, handing Lorelai the pins and looking at Jess through the mirror. The awkward tension filled the air in the room. 
‘All done!’, Lorelai chimed as she finished altering the dress. ‘I’ll go tell everyone.’, Jess said and left the barn hurriedly. Lorelai and Y/N too made their way out and back to their seats. Luke and Lorelai sat in the second row, next to each other, while Y/N sat in the first, next to an empty chair. ‘Luke, shouldn’t you be seated here?’, she asked, turning around. ‘He cannot sit without his date! And I’m not sitting in the first row.’, Lorelai jumped in, just as an old-timey traditional tune played, signalling the start of the ceremony as the flower girls marched. Y/N turned her attention back to the ceremony, her mind still replaying the flashbacks of Jess, the late night drives in his car, them sitting on the bridge by the lake, reading together or just taking walks around the town.  A man cartwheeling and tumbling brought her attention back to the wedding as Liz entered, walking down the aisle with Jess. 
Liz kissed Jess on the cheek as he sat down on the empty chair right next to Y/N, wiping his cheek. They gave each other a small smile as the minister came forward, singing a poem. The four of them clenched their jaws, trying their best not to laugh at the wedding ceremony. Y/N looked at Lorelai over her shoulder, both of them on the verge of laughing out loud. Jess reached over and gently placed his hand on top of hers, trying to control his laughter himself, but he knew how hard it was for her to control her laughter, especially in serious situations. She looked at him and bit her lip, finding him looking right back at her. She quickly looked ahead as the ceremony proceeded. 
‘How is Yale?’, he asked, leaning over close to her. ‘Good, what about you? Where are you currently?’, she asked. ‘Oh, just here and there.’, he answered. She nodded, a bit of anger flaring up at his vague response. 
‘You look good.’, he whispered, leaning close to her ear. ‘Thank you, so do you. You let your hair grow long.’, she remarked, looking at him as he smiled and nodded, ‘You know what they say, hair holds memory, didn’t want to take the risk of forgetting.’ 
‘Forget what? Your perfect little life in Stars Hollow that you had to run away from?’, she said sarcastically, a bit of anger in her voice. She could feel him visibly tense at her words as he retracted his hand. ‘Y/N, I-‘, he starts but stops and sighs. She waits for his answer, she has waited for his answer for months. 
‘Nothing? Seriously?’, she says, her words laced with disappointment. She looks at him expectantly waiting for him to say something, anything, but he doesn’t, he just looks down, staring at his hands. She exhales the breath she was holding and gets up, walking away. He gets up quickly, following her, ‘Y/N, wait!’ ‘Why should I? I think I’ve waited long enough, Jess.’, she says continuing walking. He sprints catching up to her, grabbing her arm, stopping her and stepping in front of her. ‘Please.’ ‘Why? You’re not gonna say anything.’, she said. ‘You know I’m not good at all this small talk, just give me a minute, please.’, he said. ‘Fine.’, she said crossing her arms as she waited for him to explain. 
He bit his lip and sighed before speaking, ‘Y/N, I’m sorry.’ ‘For what exactly? Leaving? Not saying goodbye? Not keeping in touch?’, she asks, her anger getting the best of her. ‘For everything, you didn’t deserve it, you didn’t deserve an idiot like me.’, he said, looking down. ‘You’re right I didn’t.’, she said, her gaze softening at his genuineness. ‘I’m so sorry, trust me if you will, there wasn’t a day I thought of reaching out to you.’, he said, finally meeting her gaze. ‘Why didn’t you?’, she asked. ‘I didn’t know what to say.’, he said, his voice low, a whisper, as he took her hands in his, ‘Y/N, I know this isn’t an excuse but I’m sorry, for everything.’ ‘Jess, I have to go.’, she said slowly removing her hands from his grasp. ‘Y/N, don’t. Please stay, let’s talk this out.’, he said, holding her arms preventing her from walking away. ‘Jess please, you don’t understand.’, she said, tears almost welling up in her eyes. ‘What don’t I understand?’, he said, confused. She didn’t answer him. ‘Make me understand.’, he tried to convince her. ‘If I stay here with you-‘, she started and then stopped, looking away. ‘What? What are you saying?’, he asked, a bit of frustration in his voice. ‘If I stay here with you, I’ll start loving you again! And you won’t, you’ll just leave, again.’, she said, her voice low as her confession hung in the air. 
‘You think I didn’t love you?’, he said. ‘You left me. It doesn’t exactly scream I love you.’, she said her anger still present. ‘I know, I’m sorry, I know this won’t make up for anything but I still need to do this.’, he said, as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, leaning in and kissing her. She kissed him back almost instantly, the feeling so familiar to her. His movements were so soft and sincere that it made her forget all about her anger. He pulled her closer, one of his hands snaking around her waist as she rested hers on his arms. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, as he says breathlessly, ‘I’m sorry.’ 
Her phone rings startling them as they let go of each other. It’s Lorelai, she answers it. ‘Lorelai says dinner is served, we should go.’, she says as he nods softly and follows her lead. She goes on to find Lorelai as he takes his seat on the table set down for them. 
His eyes follow her every move, a small smirk appearing on his face as they make eye contact, while she talks to Lorelai. He gets up and walks over to her. ‘Dance with me?’, he asks towering behind her. ‘Are you high?’, she asks sarcastically,  turning around. ‘Just trying to make up.’, he shrugs. ‘You’ve got a long way ahead of you for that, don’t think this is it.’, she says as she lets him lead her to the dance floor. ‘Not even when I’m doing something I hate for you?’, he asks playfully. ‘Not even close.’, she chuckles, narrowing her eyes at him. He chuckles, a breath of relief leaving him as he hears her laugh.
He grabs her waist, pulling her closer and swaying to the rhythm of the song the band is playing. She rests her hands on his shoulders. ‘I intend on making it up to you.’, he says, leaning closer slightly. ‘It’ll probably cost you your entire lifetime.’, she chuckles. ‘Then so be it.’, he smirks.
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melodrangea · 11 months ago
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Hi!
I enjoy everything you write. i was wondering if you could write a headcannon about Death the kid x stein's kid and how Stein would react?
Thank you 💖
lol now this is funny
getting right to it
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Death the Kid x Stein's Kid
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-at first Kid would be scared shitless I'm not even gonna lie
-not even scared of you, just scared of having feelings for you knowing how Stein is
-when you two first start to go out you both agree to hide it from both of your dads as long as you can (#single fathers club)
-because a.) Stein is terrifying and b.) Lord Death is a messy bitch that's here for the drama
-so most dates are lowkey, cafes, studying at the library etc...
(he keeps you away from zoos just incase you like 'biology' like your dad)
-only the main gang really knows about the two of you (except Black Star ofc)
-the way that Stein finds out isn't by you telling your father and trusting him to having a good reaction
you really wish
-how Stein really found out was by Liz and Patty accidentally blabbing to Lord Death (I am convinced that Lord Death is so good at reverse psychology)
-and then because Lord Death also cannot keep things to himself he blabbed to Stein
dude's reaction was just "....." *drops surgical knife*
-he is oddly calm yet menacing as shit when he approaches the two of you and asks how long it's been going on
-Kid is scared absolutely shitless and you are a little nervous tbh
-but you stand your ground and tell Stein to take it or leave it
-Stein is so done if I'm being completely honest
-the only upside is that he's rich and it's better than someone like Black Star
-Kid is just an oddball even by Stein's standards, little too uptight
-definitely takes Stein a few months to get used to Kid, and probably takes like a full year to genuinely like him
-I can't see Stein really liking anyone that his kid takes home so it's nothing personal
-at least the two of you don't have to worry about Lord Death because he likes the two of you together more than the two of you <3
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haikyuubby · 1 year ago
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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!
❀ , ☼ - featuring: death the kid, soul, blackstar, maka, tsubaki, liz, patty, and crona.
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death the kid
• good luck
• in a relationship, he’d want you to look as symmetrical as possible to him. (i’m outta luck 😍)
• he’s the typa guy to lint roll ur clothes if he sees a piece of dog or cat hair on them.
• dtk is definitely anxious and an overthinker in a relationship
• his love language is gift giving
• he’s not really into too much pda, but if someone starts eyeing you when you’re with him, he’ll start holding your hand or put his arm around your waist.
• he def needs a s/o who has a lot of patience.
• overall he’d be a pretty good boyfriend
soul
• basic teenage boy
• what more can i say
• likes pda
• his love language is physical touch
• he def always have a arm around your shoulder or waist most the time
• he likes when you take care of him
• yk making sure he’s okay, tending to his wounds and such
• he’d be a pretty chill bf, he is the jealous type tho
blackstar
• slightly annoying boyfriend
• maybe more than slightly
• but if you’re already dating him you should know about his…beaming personality by now
• he’s always doing things to impress you
• like crazy stunts and trying to fight randos
• he def gets super worried abt you if you get hurt or sick
• very protective over you
• love language is words of affirmation
• he’s also another jealous type
• and immature
• but super loving
maka
• a good s/o
• puts all her trust in you to do the right things, have her back, etc
• not really the jealous type but if she does happen to get jealous, she’ll be quiet about it
• she’ll cook, clean, basically do anything for you
• she loves when you compliment her, anything about her tbh
• not really too into pda, but a little hand holding and hugging is okay.
• her love language is a mix of gift giving and words of affirmation
tsubaki
• very good gf
• she doesn’t rlly get jealous because she trusts you and she knows that she has nothing to worry about
• her love language is physical touch
• she loves when you hold her hand or when you give her small kisses on the cheek
• she loves it when you rake your hands through her hair
• she also loves when you feel her up (🤭)
• overall she’s pretty chill, but she does get nervous about some things
• and any time she does, she goes to you right away.
liz
• very mature
• she is just simple in a relationship
• like don’t lie, don’t cheat, and it’s all good
• she knows when she’s in the wrong, and she’ll call you out for the same thing too.
• only gets jealous when it’s justified
• like if someone started flirting with you right in front of her
• her love language is quality time
patty
• good gf
• she’s just a ray of sunshine tbh
• only time y’all have relationship problems is when she feels like you aren’t giving her enough attention
• her love language is physical touch
• she’s always on you in some way
• her favorite way to be on you is by piggyback riding
• she doesn’t rlly get jealous tbh
• she don’t think of things that deeply 😭
crona
• oh my
• VERY anxious s/o
• they don’t rlly know what to do
• for like anything
• so crona’s always like “Am I doing this wrong?” when it comes to ANYTHING in the relationship
• def needs a s/o that can give lots of reassurance and has patience.
• crona would get jealous often, and it would be obvious
• love language is def quality time
• you just have to be patient with crona, if something happens and they don’t understand what they did wrong, you’d just need to be able to explain everything in GREAT detail so crona understands.
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bunnyywritings · 8 months ago
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nerves and motorcycle rides
SOUL EATER EVANS x FEM!READER
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[a/n: i'm gonna change my theme so i'll add a header later but i've been rewatching my favorite shows so expect more of these! enjoy !! <3]
© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission
wc: 1.5k words
warnings: a few swear words and modern!au kinda lol
Maka eyed Soul in amusement, watching as her weapon partner gazed at you in the cafeteria. You had been chatting it up with your meister as you two waited in line, trays in hand. Soul had been crushing on you bad. He was disheartened because he thought you and your partner were a couple but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 
She had spoken to you at a party a few days ago and subtly asked if you were seeing anyone. You adamantly denied it as your eyes searched the small crowd until falling on a familiar head of white hair, a deep red blush on your cheeks that you had hoped Maka had waved off as the liquor in your cup, that you definitely should not have been drinking. 
From then on it was almost sickening to see the sweet unnoticed glances the both of you threw at each other. 
“Soul, just ask her out already.” Tsubaki suggested lightheartedly, stealing the words that were about to roll off of Maka’s tongue. 
The blonde nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Soul. Cool guys should speak up about what they’re feeling.” She teased. 
“Tch, forget it.” He turned back to look at his food, pushing it around with a fork. “She’s already with someone.” 
“Who? (Y/n)? No she’s not.” Kid hummed as he, Liz, and Patty took their seats at the table. 
“How would you know?” Soul grimaced, waiting for some kind of punchline. 
“Cause she said so.” Patty shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever. 
“She comes over to get her nails done by Liz and she’s surprisingly very gossip-y.” Kid took a sip of his water. 
“Yeah, she said she had her eye on someone.” Liz moved her eyebrows suggestively at Soul. “She was trying to be vague about her description but it was obviously you.” 
Soul said nothing as he processed all this information. As long as he had known you, you were always a little shy and closed off. Maka and the others had helped you out of your cocoon so, when you all hung out together outside of school, he got to see another side of you. Your boisterous laughter was melodic and infectious, your smiles unabashed and wide, even going as far as throwing around sarcastic and snarky quips here and there. It was his favorite thing to see your cheeks rosy as you joined Patty in whatever silly antics possessed her. 
“Hey guys!” Your meister grinned as you both took a seat. Your eyes scanned everyone  before they met Soul’s. He could’ve sworn they lit up as you sent a shy smile his way. 
Oh Lord, you were gonna be the death of him. 
The weekend came rather quickly and Soul found himself bored and alone at home. Maka had gone to the library with Tsubaki and Kid to study and Blair was working a shift at Chupa Cabra’s. He had cleaned to keep busy but after that, there really wasn’t much to do and it was only 12pm. 
“Oh man, this is totally uncool.” He muttered, slumping into the couch cushion. He stared at the wall for a bit before a vibration against his thigh snapped him out of his daze. Hastily pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it over and his heart started to beat faster at your picture filling his screen. He cleared his throat. 
“Hey, what’s up?” 
His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “H-Hey Soul, are you-are you busy?” 
“Not at all.” Never too busy for you is what he really wanted to say. 
“Okay, uhm well I was gonna grab s-some coffee and maybe go shopping.” You paused and he waited patiently for you to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come with me?” 
He was stunned silent, you wanted to hang out with him? “But only if you want to! There’s-uhm there’s no pressure, obv-obviously.” He thought your panic was cute. 
“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ll pick you up in…20 minutes. S’that okay?” 
“Y-yeah! Yes, more than okay. See you in twenty!” He could hear your beaming smile and it made his lips stretch into one as well. 
“I’ll see you in twenty.” He confirmed before hanging up. 
He rushed to get dressed, grabbing his extra helmet before driving the familiar route to your apartment. 
Your fingertips were buzzing with nervous excitement as you waited for Soul, however, as a familiar motorcycle came rumbling to a stop not too far from you, your nerves skyrocketed. How could you forget he drove a motorcycle?!
“Hey! Ready to go?” He smiled so gently at you, it almost made you forget about your nerves entirely. Keyword: almost.
“Uhm y-yeah, I just uh…I’ve never been on a-a motorcycle before.” Your cheeks were incredibly red and he eyed as you fiddled with your nails. 
“Ah shit, I should’ve asked if that was okay.” He was mentally smacking his forehead. “I could get us an Uber or something?” 
“N-No! That’s okay, I don’t mind…just a little nervous.”
“Are you sure?” He’d just die if he ever made you feel uncomfortable.You nodded, determination clear in your eyes that made a little smirk lift the edge of his mouth. “Alright, hop on.” 
He got on first, holding the bike steady as you climbed on the seat behind him. You had the visor up on the helmet and he thought it was adorable to see how it squished your cheeks a little bit. “You can wrap your arms around me to hold on.” He looked down and watched as your shaky hands wrapped around his torso. “Hold on tight, m’kay?” You nodded. “If you want me to slow down, tap twice.” He felt your hand gently smack against where it rested near his hip. 
“Good. Just like that.” His praise made your breath hitch.
When he pulled away from the curb, he grinned at the muffled squeak that came from you before you leaned into him even more, arms tightening around him. You were so warm, he could get addicted to your touch if you’d let him. 
At a light, he rested his feet against the ground and without really thinking, he rested his hand atop yours. The feeling of his hand had startled you slightly but you definitely weren’t complaining. A surge of confidence filled your body and you shifted your fingers so they slotted between his. He glanced down and almost couldn’t believe it, the back of your hand was a little cold against his warm palm so his thumb moved to gently caress your skin in an attempt to warm you up. 
His coffee seemed to taste sweeter than usual but he chalked it up to the rose colored tint that you brought to his life. He had bought a few things at the thrift you had suggested going to but he was most grateful for having been able to see you step in and out of the dressing rooms, asking his opinions on outfits, both of you turning red when you had meekly stepped out in a short black skirt with cherries on it. 
Sadly, the day was coming to an end and he had to drop you off back home. 
But as he parked and helped you off of his bike, you seemed to be trying to prolong going inside. You gazed at him for a second. He was leaning on his bike and facing you, half sitting on his seat with his legs spread. He was also letting himself take you in. You had gotten cold and he had gladly given you his blue pullover to wear. 
“Okay…well uhm th-thanks Soul. I had fun.” 
“Yeah, me too…” He looked down at his feet, desperately thinking of something else to say. 
You smiled sadly, upset that you were so scared to make a move. “Goodnight.” He echoed the sentiment and watched you slump back into your apartment building, still in his sweater. 
“I’m such an idiot.” He groaned, moving to pull his helmet on. 
“Soul!” Surprised, he halted his movements and rested the helmet in his lap. 
“(Y/n)? What happe-” You rushed over and he was cut off when your lips met his. He immediately reciprocated and held your waist so you didn’t fall over, smiling into the kiss when a small noise left your throat, deepening it and pulling you closer until your hands rested against his chest. 
Pulling away, you refused to meet his eyes. So he gently gripped your chin and turned your gaze back to him. “Can I kiss you again?” His pleading tone made you weak in the knees, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You muttered, “Yes.” And he dove right back in. 
Once he was home, a dazed smile was permanently on his lips. 
Not even the text message from your weapon in the groupchat could change that. 
fucking finally !! [image attached]
If anything, he was glad that the moment was captured, almost straight out of a movie. 
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gok1bvri72 · 11 months ago
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/Reader's Gender/: Irrelevant, not mentioned
/SFW ofc/
Honestly just me simping for this boy, I simply adore him! He's just so funny>< My cringe, 2000s - 2010s mindset just eats up all the very angsty content that is just a beautiful snapshot of the era! I wish I could have just have been old enough to have experienced it myself T^T
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MMMMM THIS BOY HAS NO DARN RIGHT BEING THIS /FINE/.
Okay but seriously how did you land him, I want clear cut directions and instructions.
All the girls (and even some boys👁👁) are INCREDIBLY jealous of you. Kid's the cutest boy in the school!
/And/ he is Lord Death's son! Literally just about every girl is seething at you when you walk past them, biting on their shirt/dress collars all angry like.
If I had to guess, it was probably you who asked him out.
He may be absolutely gorgeous, stunning, and have a silver tongue but that doesn't exactly mean he knows how to use any of it....
What I'm saying is is guy is /awkward/ with a capital A.
Sweetheart with good intentions once you get to his core and can find a way to look past his obsession with folding toilet paper, but still awkward regardless.
So whether you boldly walked up to him and declared your love with a bouquet of roses and dramatic lighting and music or you were stumbling over your words, on the verge of crying and soiling your pants, and just giving up and running away- you were still the one to ask him out first.
Depending on how you asked I can see him responding in a plethora of ways but my favourite is dead ass looking you in the eye and saying "Even though I'm asymmetrical garbage?" while a singular tear just dramatically trails down his cheek.
Realistically he probably just said yes at first cuz he had nothing better to do. Or if you were the ladder option of the before, probably felt bad.
But the more time you guys hung out the more he found himself beginning to actually /like/ like you.
Maybe you were helping him snap back into focus during his episodes- or maybe you were trying to make him happy by dressing as symmetrically as you could and folding your toilet paper. (Even if it wasn't perfect, it's the sentiment that counted for him this time.)
At first, it just felt weird when you weren't around and he would find himself thinking about you in those situations. But then he started finding himself actively seeking you out when you weren't there.
He would be having a perfectly normal Sunday and then he would find a picture that reminded him of you in a magazine or maybe saw a shirt in the clothes store's window that he thought you would look cute in.
Then he would begin to wonder what you were doing at that moment. He would find himself missing your presence. And when he noticed this, he immediately denied it.
He just agreed to hang out cuz he felt bad/was bored, right? /Right?/
But it kept happening, more and more. It began to happen when he was on missions, he would get distracted and slip up. Okay, this wasn't working out. He needed to do something about this.
He asked you to partner with him on missions.
Let's assume you're a weapon in this scenario. (If you're a meister you just go with him with your own weapon.)
His excuse was "Well if Liz or Patty is out of commission, I can't fight. And since you're a set of perfectly symmetrical twin blades you would make for an excellent back up."
So you started going on missions with him, a lot.
But one time, Patty got sick. So just you and Kid went on the mission while Liz stayed home to take care of her.
This started happening more and more. (Not the Patty getting sick part, although she did probably get sick off of eating crayons regularly a few times.)
At this point, you were essentially going on as many solo missions with him that he had gone on and goes on with Liz and Patty.
But what really made him realise that he does actually like.... /like/ like you was when the two of you resonated souls.
It was weird, being able to hear each other's unfiltered thoughts.
He learned about a lot of weird things that go on inside your head after that- but that's besides the point.
Point being, with how easily the two of you resonated souls without having ever practised before was kind of the last nudge he needed before he decided to stop running from and denying his genuine feelings for you.
He didn't really change much after that, after all you don't exactly become a new person immediately after he acknowledged his feelings, but he did seem a lot happier once he came to terms with it; lot less tense at least.
He seemed a lot less hesitant when asking you out for a spot of tea and was /a lot/ less hesitant when touching you. Of course he still isn't /huge/ on PDA outside of hand holding, but he doesn't feel the need to slather his hands in hand sanitizer after holding yours and doesn't ask you where you've been before hugging you.
That and he doesn't do the awkward side hug anymore, he iniates actual hugs now. Not often, like I said he isn't much into PDA and probably- no, /definitely/ doesn't like his clothes wrinkled but.... maybe he doesn't mind so much when it's you.
After all, he /does/ love you.
And you fold the toilet paper for him.
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tsukimara · 8 months ago
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Death the Kid x Sick fem!reader, please.
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જ⁀➴ Sick Day
✰ Pairing: Death The Kid x fem!sick!reader
✰ Summary: Kid takes care of sick!reader
✰ Warning: Umm one swear?
✰ Thank you for the request dear anon! I love that there is a new tik tok trend related to Soul Eater (I hope it won't be just a temporary thing and that people won't forget about Soul Eater again please)
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• What are you doing in class???
• Kid immediately noticed that something was wrong with you and took you out before you even entered.
• He will definitely take you home (There's no way he's taking you to Dr. Stein) and on the way he will scold you for coming to school sick, endangering yourself and others.
• "What if you fainted from exhaustion?" "Next, send your meister/weapon to me to tell me you're not feeling well." "You have a fever?!"
• But then he will apologize to you for scolding you, but he was just worried about you and didn't want anything to happen to you.
• I think Kid is even good at taking care of sick people, for example when Patty and Liz were sick (but has a softer spot for you and will be with you 24/7).
• If you have a fever you are dead. Kid will personally make sure you take your medications and eat well.
• Doesn't take no for an answer.
• Kid hates germs and diseases but for you he will try to help you.
• You'll end up wrapped like a burrito in a blanket.
• You try to get up to get something? No way! Just tell him what you need and he will bring it to you.
• "What are you doing out of bed? Go back there." "Kid, I just want to go to the bathroom."
• He'll make you food, or at least try to.
• Expect the most symmetrical food you've ever seen.
• Unfortunately, he won't give you any kisses or cuddle with you because he doesn't want to get ill too, but when you get better, he will make up for it.
• Once you're feeling better, Kid will give you his class notes to help you catch up.
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Kid sat down in his seat and waited for class to start until he saw his girlfriend enter the classroom not looking too good. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was a mess and same her clothes. Kid quickly packed his things, knowing that he wouldn't come back to class after seeing your condition and moved towards you.
"Oh! Good morning-" You couldn't finish your sentence as Kid led you out of the classroom, the confusion visible on your face.
"You're sick, I'm taking you home." Kid took your bag so you wouldn't have to carry a heavy bag like this.
"But-" "No buts. What if something happened to you?"
"Then-" "Please, next time tell your meister/weapon to inform me about such things." Kid kept interrupting you, you wanted to punch him lightly so you could finally say something, but then he placed his hand on your forehead.
"You have a fever?!" Ah fuck.
It ended up that when you got to your house, you were sent to bed and he wrapped a blanket around you, making you a burrito. You thought that after he took you home he would go back to school, but surprisingly he stayed and went to the kitchen to make you food.
Later, he entered your room, in his left hand he held a plate with triangle-shaped sandwiches and in his right he held water and some pills.
"It's nothing special but at least you will have a full stomach, then take the pills, they should help you." Kid set the plate and water aside to help you sit up, even though you could have done it yourself. After eating, he went to take your plate to the kitchen, you felt like going to the bathroom so you got up and headed towards the bathroom but suddenly Kid appeared and scared you a little.
"What are you doing out of bed? Go back." He said as he tried to take you back to your room. You swear your little illness made this boy so soft but you didn't mind.
"I just wanted to go to the bathroom."
When you came back from the bathroom, you immediately lay down on the bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket for warmth. Kid was sitting in your chair, reading a book.
"You know, since you're so worried about me, maybe a little kiss and a hug will heal me a bit?" You teased him, when he smiled you thought he would agree but then he shook his head, closing the book and looking at you.
"Why nottttt???"
"Because you're sick and I don't want to be sick too." You leaned back on your pillows and crossed your arms, pouting slightly. For a moment you forgot that your boyfriend hated germs, but that's okay because he ended up staying anyway and he didn't even have to, it made you smile, knowing you meant a lot to him.
"And don't worry about your lessons, you'll catch up on them thanks to me."
"Thanks, Kid. I love you." You could see a little redness on his cheeks, but he smiled slightly and nodded.
"I love you too, [Name]."
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➥ Rules request
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sweetsugarcakes · 1 month ago
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Hiii love your stuff I just want to ask can you do the soul eater girls (or if you want to do the boys too I won't be upset) with a s/o who is cold to everyone but then BUT s/o get into a fight and then s/o get amnesia and treat them coldly (you can make it that s/o get there memories back if you want) thank you for doing this if you do but if you don't no problem
hii it makes me happy that people love my work im so glad💗
ofc I can do this for u 🤭
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Soul eater girls x cold amnesia reader
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Maka Albarn
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when you lost your memories, you didn't remember her at all. That broke her heart. She knows it wasn't your fault, but the one who did it sure paid for it
so when you started to act cold towards her couldn't help but feel down. Soul definetly had to give her hard/truthful advice.
she tried everything to restore your memory, by showing pictures talking about the lovely things you two done together. But with all that you still couldn't remember.
the problem was is that you wouldn't talk to her that much she missed it. She gave it one last shot, she gave you a story on the day they had confessed to each other, which was the happiest day in Maka's life. She told you that and said how much you meant to her.
slowly the memory was there, it was hazy but she showed you and told you the story of your twos first date and just talked about random things that she knows that are very important to you.
by some miracle, you started to gain them back where her smile brightened knowing she got you back. She tackled you in a hug seeing a more sensitive side of her. She told you "please never loose your memories, i can't go through that again."
Tsubaki Nakatsukasa
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she prayed that you would get your memories back. She hated that you didn't remember and even worse you were a bit distant from her.
when Blackstar found out he tried hard to get you to remember her. He hated seeing Tsubaki upset. He would talk about what you and Tsubaki would do together. When you didn't remember he try to "make" you remember which ends up him getting hit.
she hated the idea of not being with you, she also tried to tell you what you and her did together which that also didn't work.
Her last attempt was to tell you the most important nights of her life. She explained how you two had the best night of your lives. She also showed pictures of you two.
You didn't remember which made her have tears in her ears, but Blackstar and Soul were playing ball. The ball they were playing with came to your direction and hit you hard on the head.
Tsubaki rushed to your side as she helped you up. You looked at her and smiled "Hey Tsubaki." with your warm smile instead of your cold one. You only smiled that way towards Tsubaki. Once she saw that she immediately knew you got it back. She lunged towards you and hugs you tightly. "Oh [Name]. I missed you."
Liz Thompson
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she refused to believe you lost your memories. She would ask you questions but you wouldn't remember and were a little cold towards her.
She acted like she didn't care but she truly did. She missed you two together, she missed everything. So her patty and kid tried to help you remember things, showing you pictures, videos and even told stories but nothing sparked in your mind
when you acted cold towards her, she would give you a little attitude back. which made you two argue a lot of the time.
with a huff she tried to tell you the fun times you two had with one another. She would go on and on about you and her.
The more she talked about the two of you, the more you started to remember. Once she thought she got nothing again, you grabbed her arm.
She turn back to see you smiling, just by that she immediately knew. She laughs as she hugged you tight. You never saw her express that much emotion until today.
Patty Thompson
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at first she thought it was no big deal. Not that she cared, but she had a positive attitude that you'll get it back eventually.
Although she did try multiple tactics to get it back faster but she wasn't in no rush.
even though you acted so cold and distant towards her, she didn't stop tackling you in hugs and random kisses. Some points she forgot you don't have your memories back
even liz and kid tried to get remember which turned up nothing. She wasn't worried in slightest. The worse it could be is that she'll make you fall for her again.
one day she did her daily routine of tackling you in a hug and kisses your cheek. then all of a sudden she felt you hug back and kiss her cheek back. Here eyes widen as she looked up at you.
You smile as Patty's smile got wider. "Haha i knew you would get it. I thought i had to make you fall in love with me again." She showered you with affection and clung on to you the whole day.
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drowsystarlight · 1 year ago
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I like the idea of Death the Kid having a walk-in closet full of pristine branded clothes (honestly a Special kind bc he values style and comfort). He’s rich and lives in a Mansion with multiple rooms. Suits are his casual attire and he’s just that type of person. He never needed a material thing that he couldn’t just get. He can buy that shit. If a dress shirt ceases being symmetrical? Ditch it. Buy a new one. His customized blazer got damaged? Replace it. Easy. No son of Death would wear anything less than perfect.
Meanwhile, Blackstar is the type to keep the same five pairs of clothes until they’re literally breaking down at each seam.
Tsubaki even has to beg him to buy new stuff, or gift it to him on birthdays (even those ones get worn down for years, too). He grew up under Sid’s care and i bet he never had the luxurious life Kid had. Maybe Sid bought him clothes out of his own salary as a teacher and Blackstar knew that, so he treasures the clothes he gets. Assassin clothes, hand wraps, tank tops, sleep attire, old hand-me-downs get cut up and recycled into bandages or wraps for training, etc. Maybe he knows how to sew because he wanted to keep wearing a specific star-filled tank top Sid got him for his 13th birthday, so he asked Nygus to teach him. He wasn’t good at it at first but hey, practice eventually makes perfect. When he goes to missions and fights, he repairs the damage in his clothes. He’ll keep wearing the same shit until it gives up on him and even then, he really doesn’t want to let it go. Shoes are his worst nightmare because all his running wears it down fast.
It’s easy to write him off as a slob. Blackstar wore nothing formal; he looked like shit when he tried, too, slobbering for food when he attended the Academy’s founding anniversary. The boy didn’t know class, or finesse, or elegance. Everything he did screamed fucking reckless and immature. Obnoxious. It showed in his clothes, tattered as they are—because why else would it be so worn down if he was a careful man?
Being friends doesn’t exactly erase the impression, but it opens a bridge to ask. When Kid finally asks Blackstar why he circles through the same two tank tops whenever the group hung out outside the school, he’d say he liked the star designs. It suits me, he’d brag, and Kid is just jealous of his great clothing sense. Typical. But Maka eventually, secretly, tells Kid it’s just a special top because he’s had it since the both of them were twelve (everyone knows Blackstar would rather eat dirt than admit to being attached to things). Sentimental and Blackstar didn’t feel like they belong in the same sentence, but that thought felt odd now that he knew. Especially after he sees him discreetly check the stitches after an intense basketball match.
Death the Kid would notice every new stitch on Blackstar’s uniform after a mission since then. From afar, you don’t see it because it’s hidden well, but up close (maybe when they’re sparring, or sitting next to each other, or that day when Blackstar carried him through Excalibur’s wretched cave—though he foolishly shrugged that off). He can see it if he paid attention long enough, if Blackstar doesn’t move around too much for a moment. Stitches on top of old fixes, or the odd bits of his tank top turning out to be patches he couldn’t really hide. When he points it out again, they’re alone together and Blackstar happily shows it off (“I’m the best at everything, including sewing! Marvel at my craft!”). Kid admits ti thinking he’s a slob, and then the man would proceed to poke and prod at him for his branded stuff. There’s a reason why everyone saw him as a spoiled brat, after all; on the walk home that day, he ponders if he really is. (Liz and Patty say yes.)
Maybe it only really hits Kid, how much he’s really changed, when he lends Blackstar some pajamas after a gnarly night fighting against kishin eggs. Blackstar refused until he shoved the soft, flawless cotton in the man’s hands—told him to shut up and What, so the great Blackstar can’t handle wearing neat pajamas? He’s only ever seen him in tank tops but the sleeves didn’t seem to be the source of Blackstar’s discomfort. Having a spontaneous sleepover with the others, having Patty cause chaos in the name of fun—their antics eventually result into a rip of threads that only Blackstar seemed to be startled by. He apologizes as he returns it the next day, early in the morning, as neatly folded and packed in a paperbag as he could. Maybe Tsubaki did the folding. Blackstar is shit at folding clothes or wearing stuff that weren’t creased to hell and back.
But by then, even if there’s a stitch on only one sleeve, Kid keeps it. Seeing it makes him smile. The damage was repaired with a star-shaped stitch—(how did he even do that?), but he doesn’t wear it yet. He tells himself it would drive him insane, knowing something is off, but he hangs it with his other clothes. He didn’t need to replace it this time; Blackstar fixed it, and it wasn’t ruined. It’s better.
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silluuuu · 3 months ago
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La petite robe noire
salut mes ami(e)s et welcome to Reverb 2024, La petite robe noire! i've had so much fun putting together this story with my artist partner @jadedkappa. it's been such a treat to hang out with you over these past couple of months, even with our crazy décalage horaire de 9 heures !!!
pls enjoy this very silly Art School AU, featuring a Death the Kid POV (a very fun experiment for me haha), lots of shenanigans, and of course, a sprinkle of Soul/Maka. big love to @toweroftunes for betaing and to the @reverbmod team for hosting and reviving this event! check out the beginning of the story below!! <3
If there's one thing Death the Kid hates, it's chaos.
Bound to one of his kitchen barstools, he taps a foot impatiently as he stares down at his phone, the crease between his brows forming a trench of Mariana depths as yet another message lights up his notifications.
He doesn't hate group projects, in theory. In practice, however, he is forced to remember the company he keeps, his hailstorm of a cohort of classmates and the inevitable chaos they incite at every turn. He wants to rip his hair out - though he knows this would disturb both his haircut and his perfect dye job, so he refrains. Sporting an off-kilter coiffe feels like he's breaking some kind of art school law. The rule of thirds for the scalp, as it were.
Ping, ping, ping! He reaches across the kitchen island to silence the phone, fingers clenched around a lukewarm cup of coffee that is doing nothing to combat his frazzled nerves. His screen continues to betray him with a whack-a-mole assortment of pop-ups, new windows appearing faster than he can close them.
It's not even technically a group project - he'd elected to bring his friends into this, though he's the only one getting a grade. As a fashion design student, he needs to be able to 'play nice with others', as his father had so cheerfully suggested throughout his youth. Over the years, he had mostly succeeded in fine-tuning his people-averse personality to make that happen. In this particular instance, the handsome compensation he'd offered them had certainly helped to grease the wheels.
The true chaos had started with the unfortunate development of this group chat. As much as this project is his brainchild, that had not been his idea.
It'll be easier to keep in touch with people! Liz had said. We can be creative together! Patty had said. You can stay organized, Liz had added at his continued reticence and, forever beholden to the concept of organization, this argument had been compelling enough for him to cave.
The chat is decidedly disorganized. Black Star has been sending them byte after byte of explosion noises with no end in sight, for seemingly no reason at all. Liz drops Instagram makeup tutorials every ten minutes - most of which seem suspiciously targeted at her own makeup needs instead of their project, but he digresses. Patty has been sending eyeshadow swatches, which she's been practicing on everything skin-like in the house - a definition that, he'd recently discovered, can differ greatly from person to person. In entirely related news, he must now deep-clean all of his silicone muffin tins after this project is done.
He's wading through chaos, up to the waist of his perfectly-pressed pants. He feels like a puzzle with pieces scattered every which way, and the most important ones are still lying under the table, invisible to the eye and impossible to meld with the others.
Choose a classic piece of clothing, and promote it through a printed poster and a video advertisement. This is the task he has been set, and while he's assembled a qualified team for both the poster and the ad, he's still lacking in both article and model for said piece. Without those two things, he's a sitting duck in his little chaos-pond.
At this moment, Liz walks in, surveys him in his state of many discomforts, and offers him a metaphorical hand.
"Do you want me to show you how to turn off notifications?" she says, expression deadpan.
Read the rest on AO3 :D
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thekingofwinterblog · 8 months ago
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I recently did a few polls on my yt channel community page - which (ok not many people votes so the data may be irrelevant) seem to have kinda shocking results - it showed that the Baba Yaga arc in the manga, contrary to my belief, was not the most popular part of the manga - and to the contrary, maybe the least liked part.
So that made me curious, is the only arc I as a famous dick that shits on the manga too much like actually not that good?
What is your oppinion on the Baba Yaga arc,especially compared to the following manga arcs?
It's pretty strong to be honest. Vwry strong, with good villains, good character moments, and set in motion by manga Maka's greatest moment of weakness, when she was too much of a coward to either confront and talk to Crona about learning about medusa and then go from there, or go to the higher ups about it, which would have had crona suffer the consequences.
Instead she hides it all away, like a coward, unable to decide on a course of action and what it could lead to.
And she is punished for it by being separated From Crona, which thematically means that her moment of weakness set into motion the entire rest of the series.
And unlike a lot of shonen arcs, the story does NOT end on a happy note, at least not for Maka, as while arachne and her faction is defeated, medusa used her like a puppet, and didn't hive her any hints of where Crona was, meaning that for Maka it was all for nothing.
Amd thats just our main character's journey. There is plenty more.
No the problem with the arc, and the reason why i think a lot of people might sour on it, is that taken as it's own, the manga version of the arc is great... But the anime version has the benefit of leading directly into the final part of the story, and so while it doesnt aim as high from a character standpoint regarding the whole archne/medusa plot, it works just fine as the events that sets the final battle into motion.
By contrast the manga version is soured by everything that comes after.
Noah is the single most forgettable and BORING villain in all of Soul Eater, with his faction being little better, and so his defeat of Musquito and kidnapping Kid doesnt feel particularily interesting when you know where it leads as it's extremely dissapointing.
The whole Liz and Patty being on their own, starts off interesting as post timeskip Patty seems to be completely losing it and backtracking to who she used to be, but it doesnt go anywhere.
Black Star is pretty much the only one of the characters who gets a good outcome, as while the following arc is rather shit, his development from Mizune's death and eventual rematch with kid is the best part of that arc.
The single worst off though, Is Maka.
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The baba yaga arc should for Maka, have been what the whitebeard war saga was for luffy. A great story, where all of her efforts are ultimately all for absolutely nothing.
The point of ultimate failure who's effects would define her decisions from then on.
But that's not what happens, because while Maka has a lot of nice moments after this, the climax of the arc is where Maka's journey as a coherent journey where you can trace her development in a logical manner ends.
The timeskip afterwards, rather than have her being utterly depressed or angry at the world, at Medusa and most of all at herself, instead has her in a great mood, and playing around with wanting to look cute, which isnt out of character per say(as maka is defintily a tomboy with a girly streak) but is utterly BAFFLING to have her be like this at this point when she should have been at her lowest.
And following that, her next development is her fears of holding Soul back after he became a death scythe? Like... That could have worked if the development post timeskip was about her having come developed a svere self hatred for failing Crona with her moment of weakness, but that really is not the way it's portrayed at all.
Her interaction with Crona post this is something i have covered before, as while there is plenty of great stuff there, the whole package is utterly ruined by the terrible ending the manga ultimately got.
Overall, the baba yaga arc is good on its own, but it very much marks the point where the manga had reached a clear and coherent direction(after some early less than perfect chapters) to the point where afterwards it would begin to spin it's wheels.
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semiferalstreetcoyote · 1 year ago
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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)
“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”
“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”
“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”
Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.
In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.
“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”
“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”
“Ah.”
“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”
“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”
The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.
“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”
Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”
“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”
“Yep, that checks out.”
“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”
“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.
Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.
As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.
“Hi, Maka.”
“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”
“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”
Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”
“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”
Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.
“Really? Where are they?”
“Over there.”
Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.
“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.
“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”
“Got it. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”
Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.
“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”
“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”
Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.
“It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”
“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”
Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”
“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”
“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”
Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.
“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”
“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”
Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.
“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”
They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”
“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”
“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”
Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”
“Um… yes?”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”
Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.
“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”
“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”
Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.
They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.
“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.
“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”
“Oh.”
She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”
Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”
“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”
Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.
“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”
After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.
“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.
“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”
“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”
Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.
The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.
“These idiots,” she scoffed.
“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”
“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”
“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”
“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”
“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”
She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”
Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”
They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.
“This is much better,” sighed Maka.
“Mm.”
“Are you okay?”
“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”
“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.
“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”
“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”
“Hm?”
Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.
“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.
She giggled. “Hi.”
For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.
“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”
“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”
“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”
“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”
A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.
“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”
“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”
Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”
It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.
“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”
“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.
“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.
“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”
“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”
Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.
“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”
“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”
“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”
“Well, there’s always the trunk.”
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kilikrungpotmeister · 1 month ago
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3 Years Too Late
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Thunder stayed quiet as she followed her guardian through the streets of death city, and through the labyrinthian hallways of the DWMA campus to the Death room.
Worried about what the older lightning weapon would end up doing, she has started trying to slowly absorb the charge he’s been building up. Doing her best to make sure he didn’t notice.
As well intentioned as her attempt was, by the time they reached the Death Room Harver was chirping like a swarm of cicadas has just gathered in front of the door.
“Kidd open up!” Harver said banging on the door, his voice rougher and angrier than anything Thunder has heard him talk in. She was starting to worry he was about to bust the door down.
Thankfully it didn’t take long for the door to be opened and on the other side was a red haired death scythe with a tired expression on his face. “Hey What’s all the commotion out there? And what’s with that buzz-?” Death Scythe Albarn said before his eyes fell on the two lightning weapons causing him to raise a brow. “Sorry Harver but Kidd’s busy at the moment, would you mi-“
The Death scythe was cut off by a foot to the gut as Harver shoved him away.
“Where is he?” Harver asked, walking over the senior weapon and into the room.
The room fell silent. No one expected the quiet, mild mannered Harver to ever act like this. Not Kidd, not the Thompsons and certainly not Thunder.
As soon as he saw the shinigami in the middle of the room the male lighting weapon dashed over to him in a flash. Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar. “Where the hell are you hiding Kilik, you good for nothing shinigami!”
“U…uncle Harver I think you should tone it down a little…” Thunder said.
“You should listen to the kid Harver.” Liz said standing behind the lightning spear with a Patty in her gun form pointed right at the back of his head. “I don’t want to shoot a friend in the back of the head.”
With a growl Harver let go of the reaper and took a step back. The buzzing was so loud it was difficult to speak through it.
“W…we just want to know where Kilik’s staying at the moment.” Thunder said walking over to the Shinigami.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about Miss Thunder,” Kid said dusting himself off, “Kilik is where he’s been for the past three years in the ce-“
“I told her.” Harver cut his arms crossed as he stood beside Thunder. “no point hiding it from the kids. Would’ve brought Fire too if he wasn’t still unconscious.”
“I told her so you can cut the act,” responded the enraged spear.
“You what?!” Kidd shouted before stopping himself and taking a breath, “and you didn’t consider the possibility they would turn the city to a pile of ash ?”
“And lookie here, the city is totally a pile of ash now,” Harver retorted, “Fire and Thunder deserves to know. And they aren’t just natural disasters you know? They’re kids who lost their father who happens to have come back from the dead. Now tell us where Kilik is staying, before I show you that it isn’t only the twins who can be a natural disaster”
“Uncle Harver, don't do this,” Thunder said standing between Kidd and the spear, “it’s not like you act like this.”
“Listen to the shaman Harver,” Liz said, her gun still pointed straight at the man, “don’t make us do something we’d all regret.”
The room seemed to stand still for a moment, the buzzing of electricity now sounding like swallows flocking. As the shinigami and the lightning spear started each other down.
The silence finally broke with the death god sighing. “Fine! This at least makes my hone easier,” Kidd said, pinching the bridge of his nose before holding out a piece of paper with an address, “this is Kilik’s current. Just make sure not to cause a commotion. And if anything happens it’s on you, you hear?”
“Loud and clear,” Harver said, turning around and leaving.
“Thank you uncle Kid,” Thunder gave a nod before following the older weapon out.
As they made their exit they were eyed cautiously by both Thompson sisters and Death scythe.
“Kidd you may not want to look outside for a while.” Liz said.
“They reoriented the pictures in the hall didn’t they?” Kidd signed, “I guess I deserved this.”
“Should we have warned them that Dr Stein is visiting Kilik at the moment?” Patty said as she transformed back into her human form.
The three would look over to the blond weapon with a worried expression.
“I think…Thunder should be fine..” Kidd said in a shaky voice.
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randomkidstarfic · 9 months ago
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Omg I just saw the drabbles thing!
What about Kilik/Kid #5 👀
None of these are going to be drabbles, sorry everyone.
#5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 
Kidd sat in the library, his head balanced on a fist as he read the book in front of him. It had been a slow day. There were no missions, Liz and Patty were at work, Maka and Soul were out, and Blackstar was who knew where. So Kidd took to the library, and had been reading all day without stopping. 
“Mind if I sit?” 
Kidd jumped, and looked up to find Kilik smiling down at him. 
“Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn't mean to scare you.”
“Oh. No, I was just distracted.” Kidd pulled out the chair beside him. “Go right ahead.”
Kilik sat and had a book ready, but glanced at Kidd's side of the table. “Whatcha got?” 
“I think this is just a short story collection.” Kidd glanced at the cover again. He had lost track of exactly what book he was reading ages ago. He just picked ones off the shelf and read. 
“You don't know?”
Kidd shrugged, and Kilik chuckled at him. 
“Well, I guess you are the god between us. What can I say?” 
“Whatever you want, I think.” 
They sat in silence beside each other for around two hours, both perfectly content to keep quiet and let the other read. Eventually Kilik closed his book and glanced at his companion. His fingertips tapped atop the cover. 
“Hey Kid.” 
“Hm?” 
“Do you…date?” 
Kidd glanced at him. “Date? What do you mean?”
“You know. Date. Like go out with people.”
“Oh.” Kid closed his own book. “I never have. But I wouldn't be against the idea.”
“So if I asked you out, what would you say?” 
Kid suddenly realized the context of the previous question and at first wasn't sure how to respond. “Oh.” He shrugged. “Well. I don’t know. I suppose you'd have to ask, wouldn't you?”
He smirked, and Kilik smiled back. Kilik opened his mouth to speak when he was suddenly interrupted. Someone slammed their hands down on Kidd's shoulders, bounded over his head and landed on the table. 
Kidd growled. “Blackstar,” he snapped. “You're going to wrinkle my jacket.” 
“If you're so worried about it, don't wear such fancy threads, death God.”
Kidd rolled his eyes. Blackstar squatted down and picked up the book. 
“Whatcha readin’?”
Kidd snatched the book back. “Short stories. Get off the table.”
“Yo, I'm looking for a bout, you down?” 
“I'm busy.” 
“Reading? Laaaaaame.” 
“Get off the table, Blackstar, you're going to get dirt on it.”
Blackstar smirked. “Why dontcha make me?” 
“I would, but I was having a very important conversation with Kilik.”
Blackstar looked at Kilik like he had only just noticed him. “Oh, hey Kilik. You been here this whole time?” 
Kilik frowned at him. “Yeah.”
Blackstar looked at Kid. “Just meet me outside, I'll be there.” 
Kidd rolled his eyes. “Fine. But if you lose you wash the table.”
Blackstar cackled. “Sure, death God, sure.”
He bounded back over the chair and disappeared. Kidd rolled his eyes and gathered his things. “Sorry about him.” He smiled at Kilik. “You were saying?” 
“Oh. Yeah. Well, I was gonna ask you out.”
“I'd love to, Kilik.” 
Kilik glanced at the library door and vaguely gestured over his shoulder. “Is he…always like that with you?”
Kidd smile dropped. “Who like what?” 
“Blackstar. Like that. Ya know, flirting with you.”
Kidd chuckled, the idea so absurd he could do nothing else. “Flirting, you must be joking.” He paused “Hold on.” He furrowed his brow. “Are you jealous?” 
Kilik sputtered. “No. Of Blackstar? No. No way.”
“Sure. I believe you.” He stood up. “I better get out there before he comes back.” Kidd smirked over his shoulder. “Though perhaps it shouldn't be me fighting him this time.”
Kilik jumped out of his chair and followed Kidd outside. 
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