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justanotherfanwriter · 1 year

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Prompt: day 2, love language @soulxmakaweek

Summary: Maka makes Soul take a personality test! Plotless. Pointless. We’re here for the vibes. (yeah im a few days behind lol sorry)

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“—oul?”

“Soul!”

Soul jumped straight out of a dead sleep with a gasp.

“Soul,” There was a whisper from his bedroom door, “Soul, are you awake?”

“Am I—oh my god,” He groaned before propping himself up on an elbow. “What?” He hissed to the figure across the room.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at—” His eyebrows furrowed, and he squinted at his alarm clock, “—Maka, it’s fucking two in the morning.”

“Yeah, but, like, are you mad at me?” She continued to whisper.

“Blair wants to know too.”

“The cat knows why I’m mad at her,” Soul huffed, ignoring the little bundle of fur that plopped up onto his bed, “but what are you talking about? Mad? I mean, you did wake me up, but...”

Unlike Blair, Maka remained at his door. After years of knowing each other, their respective rooms were still unofficially off-limits to the other without permission. It wasn’t an enforced rule but a habit. Soul couldn’t even say he would care if Maka wandered in without permission.

“It’s just, like,” She shuffled from foot to foot, the sparse hallway light haloing around her, “you didn’t take the personality quiz I sent you.”

The air went still around them, and as he stared at the dark figure standing at his door, Blair began to biscuit his stomach. Her claws snapped him out of his confusion, allowing an incredulous look to fall across his face that he very much hoped she could see.

“You woke me up in the dead of the night…for a personality quiz.”

Maybe she heard how crazy she was being because she scoffed in turn, pouting as she said, “You said you were going to take it! Remember? At lunch!”

“Oh, right!” He mocked, “When I was trying to, what was it again, eat, and you wouldn’t let me?”

“You were being rude!”

“How!”

“You weren’t participating in the conversation!”

“I was eating!”

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” She snapped, “Just take the quiz!”

Soul was now fully awake and sitting up as much as he could without disturbing Blair, who he swore always slept best when they were arguing. Lucky cat.

“What.” He clapped between words, “Quiz. Maka.”

“The. One. I. Sent. You.” She clapped back like he was an equal, if not a greater idiot than she was.

“You don’t know how little that narrows it down! You—you—” He stuttered, too worked up to get the words out, “—send me a new fucking quiz every day. You literally make my personality homework!”

“Oh!” The haloed outline of Maka stood a little straighter, now offended, “Oh! I’m sorry I take a vested interest in the compatibility of our soul bond! I didn’t know you considered that homework.”

“Don’t give me that,” He waved her off, shaking his head, “How many fucking quizzes do you need me to take until you learn I’m just an asshole! In fact,” He let out an exasperated laugh, “you don’t even need a quiz for that! Cause guess what, Maka, I’ll just tell you—” He held his hands out wide, “—my name’s Soul Evans, and my personality is I’m an asshole! Can I please go back to bed now?”

She waited a beat, crossing her arms over her chest, before responding in her bitchiest “Ox-Ford-Just-Um-Actually’ed-Me-And-I’m-Making-That-Everyone’s-Problem” tone of voice, “Well, Soul, I respectfully disagree with that statement.”

“Just kill me,” He groaned, flopping back down into his pillows.

“Mrmph,” Blair chirped, peeking one eye open as he disturbed her.

He glared back, “Get over it.”

“Argh!” Maka stomped her foot, “Soul Evans! Get your phone and take this quiz right now!”

“No!”

“Everyone else did it! Even Black*Star!”

“Oh wooow,” He drawled out, “breaking out the peer pressure and using our, like, messiest friend to do it. Amazing.”

“We all know Kid’s the messiest.” She quipped back without missing a beat, and he could practically hear how she rolled her eyes.

Despite his best efforts, he let out an amused snort. Shortly after, silence fell around them again. He was tempted to sit up and look at her, but if he did that, he’d probably cave and take the quiz that he was now determined not to take on principle.

Maka sighed, caving first, “Please, Soul. All the other meister-weapon pairs have taken it, and the girls were telling me how much it’s helped with their soul links.”

“Maka, just by the nature of the resonance, we already know we’re compatible. What’s a quiz going to tell us?”

“Yeah,” She sounded hesitant to agree, “but this could make us even more so. And everyone else is doing it, and they’re all bragging about it, and we’re the only ones who haven’t yet! They probably think that they’re all…more compatible than us! Like, you should have seen the way Kim looked at me.”

“Is it really a competition?” He deadpanned, thinking briefly of Jackie, who had given him a long-suffering look in class that day. He liked Jackie. They were pretty much on the same page regarding being a weapon, and it didn’t seem she was too keen on all the personality quizzes they all seemed to be taking lately. It always seemed the meisters were the ones crazy about the quiz stuff. They could make breathing into a competition.

(‘And Ox would lose because he had childhood asthma,’ the little Maka in his head lectured.)

“Soul,” The real Maka tsked, seemingly on queue, “of course, it is. I need them to all know we’re better than them 100% of the time all the time. It’s the one thing of the many things I like to hold over the other meisters’ heads. I know it’s wrong, and like, not fair, but—” She sucked in a breath, “—damn, it feels good.”

He glared at his bedroom ceiling, then sighed, “Fiiine.”

“Yes!” There was a cheer and some stumbling, and then, without permission, but whatever, another body was on his bed.

He squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance as Maka made herself comfortable.

“Blair, come here,” She cooed, picking Blair off his gut and laying her between them. The cat would have thrown a fit if anyone else had done so, but Blair simply curled into a ball between them and began to purr, happy with Maka’s absentminded petting and scratching.

“Okay, so I’ll just pull it up on my phone,” Maka explained.

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. The light of her phone lit up the space, and he could clearly see her features for the first time that night. If her eyes weren’t so bright and alert, she looked like she belonged in bed with her hair tied up in two small silk bonnets.

She looked up from the loading screen of her phone and smiled at him, and he had to avert his gaze. There was something almost too nice about this moment with their purring nuisance of a cat curled up between them.

“Don’t give me that look! It’s fun! It’s going to be fun. You’ll have fun,” She filled the silence, trying to convince him of something he’d never be convinced of.

“It’s a test. Only you like tests.”

“Shush,” She shushed him, but he ignored her.

“What kind of quiz is this anyway?”

She fixed him with a look, “Were you seriously not listening to me and Liz?”

“Obviously not,” He shrugged, yawning.

She rolled her eyes, snuggling deeper into his bed, “It’s the love language attachment style quiz, which helps determine the communication style you respond best to in a relationship and compares that to how comfortable you are in those relationships.”

Heat flared up his neck, but he kept his voice still and under control, “Like romantically, or what?”

“It’s used for platonic and familial relationships, too,” She explained.

He felt himself marginally relax, “Oh, okay.”

“Mmhm and it’s totally obvious your attachment style is going to be anxious-avoidant, but that’s fine because I’m pretty secure. And I’m pretty sure our love languages are compatible. Me and Liz figured your physical touch, but I think it’s going to be more quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving, annnd then words of affirmation.” She gave him a look, “You don’t do well with affirmations,” A smile was back on her face in an instant, “but that’s fine because my top three are you’re top three, just in a different order!”

He stared at her briefly before asking, “Why the hell do I have to take a test if you know all of this already.”

“I’m not even going to bother responding to that,” She glared before responding anyway, “It’s not like I can say these things without proof. No one will believe me. Would it kill you to humor me?”

“I could just lie to be people for you. It’d be faster.”

“No.”

“I’m so tired, Maka.”

She tried handing over the phone, “This will be quick, I promise, now, here.”

“I don’t want to read them. Read them out loud for me,” He demanded, shoving the phone back to her.

“Okay, okay.” She grabbed the phone, paused, put the phone down, scooped up Blair, laying the sleepy cat on her stomach before scooting close enough to him that their sides were pressed together, “Question 1—”

“—wait, how many questions is this?” He asked around another yawn, enjoying how warm she was nestled next to him, again, a little too much.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Maka, how many?”

“Like sixty.”

“Sixty!?”

“Yeah, like sixty-five, anyway—”

“—wait, you just said sixty—”

“—Anyway! Question 1!”

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“Okay, so which one of these options do you like the best?”

“Uh, the third one?”

“Hmm,” Maka shook her head, “no, you’re wrong. You like the fourth one.”

“If I liked the fourth one,” He seethed, ten questions in and already over it, “I would have picked the fourth one.”

“No, you like the fourth one,” Maka ignored him. “I’m just going to click the fourth one.”

“I’m going to bed now,” He deadpanned, rolling over.

“Okay, okay,” She waved him off, “and for question 11, no, I’m not even going to read this, you’re the second choice, I already know.”

“I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“Ha! Oh, you’re definitely a ‘strongly agree’ for question 12.”

“Oh my god, goodnight, Maka.”

“Okay, question 15, listen to this, do you—wait, Soul? Soul! Wake up!”

#soul x maka #i wanted to prove to myself i could do a prompt week for real and I've failed lol #also their real love language is arguing awwww

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where-i-overanalyze · 9 months

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Croma week day 2: Sun & Moon

somehow, for some reason, i GREATLY STRUGGLED to come up with an idea for this prompt!!! i am pleased i was able to come up with something and i like how this turned out for the most part!! anyways, happy Croma week everyone, it's so fun seeing everyone post teehee

#soul eater #soul eater manga #crona gorgon #cromaweek #crona soul eater #maka albarn #crona x maka #croma #maka soul eater #soul eater anime #cromaka #croma week

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soulxmakaweek · 1 year

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Now accepting theme suggestions!

Yep, that's right. Your eyeballs aren't deceiving you. SoulxMakaWeek is back for 2023!

We’re now accepting theme suggestions for this year's event! Feel free to send as many themes as you’d like via our ask box or submission box starting today, January 27th *finger guns* Themes are preferably one to two words - look at our master list for reference and browse previous years' SoMa content!

Stand by for more announcements and a schedule!

#soul eater #soul eater evans #maka albarn #souleater #soul eater not #soulxmaka #soul x maka #soulmaka #maka x soul #makasoul #modpost #soulxmakaweek #soulxmaka week #somaweek

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semiferalstreetcoyote · 9 months

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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.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

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dawdlecentric · 2 years

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Messy sketch redraw of a Crona & Maka ref. from an official artwork I found (which made me lost my mind)

Also bonus! I made them hold hands 💓💕

Now will you excuse me while I go explode and disappear again

#soul eater #crona #maka albarn #croma #crona x maka #my art #traditional art #I was supposed to upload this like a week ago but I got turned off when I try to draw the hands xD #also I'm still in a never ending art block but seeing that artwork drove me insane and made me pick up a pencil and starts scribbling #hrrrrgh I'm still have croma brainrot.... I love them sm #I found that artwork by chance on twt but if anyone know where I can look for official se artwork lmk 🥺👉👈#lgbtq

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where-i-go-insane · 1 year

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gonna probably make a compilation post of all the times Maka and Crona do something that's a bit,,,,,,,,,, unexplainably, undeniably homosexual. been thinking about it recently. if anyone has any specific suggestions (anime or manga), let me know. there's already some parts i have in mind, but let me know if there's anything that's got some fruity subtext.

also, after Monday passes, i will be Freed from university for the summer. i will (probably) try and move forward to find people who would want to participate and help in putting together a Croma week!!!!

#soul eater #soul eater manga #soul eater anime #croma #croma nation #maka x crona #cromaka #croma week #maka albarn #crona

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red-black-aesthetic-bout · 1 year

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RED AND BLACK TOURNAMENT: ROUND ONE UNDERWAY

Polls will be released every hour throughout the day (10 am - 7 or 8 pm EST) for the next week

Submit character propaganda or descriptions at any time via ask box or reblogging

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About the poll, info, and guidelines

Round one matchups under the cut!!

Bracket 1

Ruby Rose (RWBY) vs. Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

Mello (Death Note) vs. Rhaenyra Targaryern (House of the Dragon)

Kuga Yuma (World Trigger) vs. Kiki (Kiki’s Delivery Service)

Clifford (Clifford the Big Red Dog) vs. Dracula (Castlevania)

Kai Satou (Your Turn to Die) vs. Ladybugs/Ladybirds (real life)

Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs. Kuro (Katamari)

Kate (Shadows House) vs. The Cat (Ghost Trick)

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Marvel comics) vs. Red X (Teen Titans)

Elric of Melniboné (The Elric Saga/Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion Multiverse) vs. Naomi Armitage (Armitage the Third)

Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate) vs. Keith Kogane (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Lance (Sym Bionic Titan) vs. Panpeus (Gitaroo Man)

Six-Eared Macaque (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Flick (Animal Crossing)

Watchdog (Jupiter-Men) vs. Crowley (Good Omens)

Eye of Sauron (Lord of the Rings) vs. Ylfa Snorgelsson (Dimension 20: Neverafter)

Razer (Jak X: Combat Racing) vs. Kieran Valentine (Monster High: Why Do Ghouls Fall In Love?)

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed/MDZS) vs. Giant Horse (Breath of the Wild)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Black Sonichu/Blake (CWC’s Sonichu)

Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon) vs. The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms)

Ada Wong (Resident Evil) vs. Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown)

Tophat (The Nightly Manor) vs. Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Parr Family/The Incredibles (The Incredibles) vs. Pioneer 9 (17776 and 20020)

Guilmon (Digimon) vs. Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) vs. Sundancer (Worm - Parahumans)

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Oddyssey) vs. Eas (Fresh Precure)

Harley Quinn (DC comics) vs. Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Scorpia (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Redcloak (Order of the Stick)

Scarlet Kingsnake (real life) vs. Hornet (Hollow Knight)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater) vs. Toa Tahu (Bionicle)

Thorn (Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost) vs. Litten (Pokémon)

Maned Wolf (real life) vs. Orko (He-Man)

Rebecca Rubin (American Girl Dolls) vs. Lucifer (Obey Me)

Death the Wolf/The Wolf/Lobo/Death etc. (Puss in Boots: the Last Wish) vs. Joker (Persona 5) Bracket 2

Miles Morales/Spiderman (Marvel comics) vs. Cynder (Spyro)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem franchise) vs. Sanguine (The Elder Scrolls)

Artegor Nexus (Galactik Football) vs. Beidou (Genshin Impact)

Barb (Trolls) vs. Mao Mao (Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart)

Wrathion, the Black Prince (World of Warcraft) vs. Vox Akuma (Nijisanji En)

Romeo (Minecraft: Story Mode) vs. Hua Cheng (Heaven Official’s Blessing/TGCF)

Sharkface (Red vs. Blue) vs. Ashley (WarioWare)

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) vs. Beatrice (Umineko no Naku Koro ni)

Claire Stanfield/Felix Walken (Baccano!) vs. Deathgripper (How to Train your Dragon)

Default Mii Brawler (Super Smash Bros Ultimate) vs. Silver (Pokemon franchise)

Joui Jouki (Ordem Paranormal) vs. Banica Conchita (Evillious Chronicles)

Dreadking Rathalos (Monster Hunter Generations) vs. Black Widow Spider (real life)

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa) vs. Gira/Kuwagata Ohger (Ohsama Sentai: King Ohger)

Garnet (Steven Universe) vs. Black Knight (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Scott Summers/Cyclops (X-men) vs. Heather Chandler (Heathers)

Lon (Sendokai champions) vs. Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Darth Maul (Star Wars) vs. Defective Turret (Portal 2)

Easthies (Witch Hat Atelier) vs. Grim (Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy)

Zagreus (Hades) vs. Freddy Kreuger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Black Rose Dragon (Yu-Gi-Oh!) vs. Marian Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

Michael Burnham (Stark Trek franchise) vs. Mapo Tofu (Food Fantasy)

Flapjack (The Owl House) vs. Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug)

Red-winged Blackbird (real life) vs. Pucca (Pucca)

Overblot Riddle (Twisted Wonderland) vs. Quattro Bajeena (Mobile Suit Gundam franchise)

Pyramid Head (Silent Hill) vs. Lord Hater (Wander Over Yonder)

Sigmund Sinclair (The Reckoning) vs. Vash the Stampede (Trigun 98/Trigun Maximum)

Ranma Saotome (Ranma ½) vs. Valerie Gray (Danny Phantom)

Mephone 4s (Inanimate Insanity) vs. Regina (Doki Doki Precure)

Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy) vs. Sideswipe (Transformers G1)

Satan (Lil Nas X’s Montero music video, and also Christianity or something) vs. Zealot Carmainerose (Epic 7)

Zero (Code Geass) vs. Yor Briar (Spy x Family)

Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy franchise) vs. Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill)

#polls #tournaments #tumblr polls #brackets #redblack tournament #round 1

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citruslullabies · 2 months

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thank you so much for writing my Blackstar x Soul fic so quickly! I love your work so much! mit it’s not to much to ask may you write

reader x Spirit Albarn (Maka’s dad)

make it the most heart reaching angst you possibly can, I want to SOB reading this fic please and thank you!

It's no problem! And thank you so so much!!

Trigger warnings: heavy mentions of cheating and a spicy scene (not smut)

Romantic/platonic: romantic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: heart wrenching ANGST

Ship (romantic or platonic): Spirit Albarn x reader

Word count: 369

Should've Known Better

“Darling, please just listen!” The red haired man tried to plead, stumbling as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. His eyes were pitiful and guilty as his neck had practically the entire rainbow on it from lipstick and kisses that you hadn't given him.

You snatched your hand away, not wanting to feel his flimsy touch against you. You felt infuriated, infuriated with him and with yourself. You let out a shaky sigh as you held back tears, taking a few steps closer to him and backing him into a corner within his own mind. “Why? Why should I listen to a pathetic cheater?” You hissed, understandably unhappy with him.

He frowned and gulped, shaky in the knees as he tried to continue pleading with you. You were his everything, and he was stupid enough to throw that away.

You and Spirit Albarn had been together for about three years at this point, you lived together, you were together and slept together. Imagine your surprise when you found him in bed naked with not one, but two other women. One of which was wearing your underwear as she grinded against him In front of you while moaning, and the other drew circles into his chest with a dainty finger. And how he only seemed to be sorry once he noticed you were in the room.

“Baby please, I promise I'll be better-! Please please please!” He pleaded, practically on the verge of sobbing as he begged for your forgiveness. He couldn't stand to lose another lover due to his arrogant actions, he hated himself for doing this to you. You were like a mother to Maka and you were like a breath of fresh air for him but he threw it all away. You scoffed and let a few tears roll out, but stood your ground. “I'll pack my things and be out by the end of the week.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

All you wanted at this point was for it to be some nightmare, but you knew that it wasn't. You wanted every memory with him gone, you wanted that mental image of those women out of your mind.

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Thanks for requesting!

#soul eater x reader #soul eater #spirit albarn #spirit albarn x reader #angst #reblogs are appreciated

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carbonatedjem · 9 months

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Croma Week 2023 - Day 6 - Madness/Black Blood

Got a lil wacky with this one a wee bit silly even :)

(also if the style makes it a bit confusing she has her thumbs in their mouth to make them smile and they're biting down. and they say romance is dead)

#cromaweek #blood #croma week #croma #cromaka #crona gorgon #crona #soul eater #maka albarn #crona x maka

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chickycherrycola · 4 months

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wip wednesday ✍

In honor of ficwip's six-year anniversary of word game wednesdays - a six-sentence snippet from something I've been working on this week that I'm very excited about 😇😈

Fandom Soul Eater; pairing Soul x Maka. Snippet is mildly suggestive but nothing too risqué for Tumblr, though the final fic will be rated E for 🌶

He hates angels, but he loves the stubborn set of her jaw and the sharp glint in her eyes. Loves how green they are–green, the color of life, a color that is virtually nonexistent in the fires of Hell or the lawless desert in which he chooses to inhabit while on Earth. He hates how there's just something about her he's utterly helpless against, that he keeps giving in to her no matter how hard he tries to resist. Hates that she knows, too, the power she holds over him, how she knows she's got him wrapped around her thin, calloused little fingers. Loves the way her legs are presently wrapped around his neck, though. Loves how her thighs feel under his touch, supple and strong, how much raw power is pent up inside that body of hers, small and slight though it is, and how she holds nothing back when they're together like this.

Have to give a shout out to my girl @moriohpissky for inspiring this one 😉🙏

#ficwip #cherry writes #soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #soul x maka #wip wednesday #word game wednesday #angels and demons wip

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justanotherfanwriter · 1 year

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devotion

something for @soulxmakaweek I saw the first prompt was devotion and ran with this Bad!Ending au I came up with. It's an idea I'd want to flesh out more, but I feel this is okay for a prompt week! :)

fair warning this is a one-sided soulxmaka fic, but I love when devotion turns into an unreciprocated obsession. So, expect angst.

t/w: gore, violence, murder (but at the very end)

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Maka wasn’t the same after the moon, though, to be fair, none of them were. She hid it well, the slight shift in her personality, the distant stares, her moon bathing. Soul only knew because he heard the way she cried at night when he was stuck fighting his own demons that never quite went away, tucked in the shadowy recesses of his mind, begging, pleading, to come out.

If insomnia hadn’t plagued him, he would have believed all of her heroic puffery, the way she stood at Kid’s side, proud against his naysayers, and her belief in the change they were set to make after the battle on the moon.

The way her gaze flickered to the moon was just a trick of the eye if he didn’t know the way she cried.

She lasted three weeks—and so did he—before she cried herself sick, and he found her in their shared bathroom, her head in the toilet, retching up mucus and lingering specks of black blood. No words were spoken between them as he grabbed her hair and held it for her.

She was sick until the sun came up, and when they fell back against the bathroom wall, sitting together on the floor, tired but not sleeping, she finally spoke, voice cracking, “I just want them back.”

She didn’t say their name, but he knew she was referring to Crona. It was the way she had said them as if said with reverence, referring to a god and not the monster their friend had become. No, them was not used to symbolize the thousands that had lost their lives, but the one who had sacrificed theirs for them all.

The sound of her voice pierced his heart, breaking it in two, confirming everything he had dreaded, and knew, and ignored, and he fought hard against the lump in his throat because that was how he spoke of her, and he understood what it meant.

He wouldn’t be getting what he wanted, but that didn’t matter, did it? He had made a promise a long time ago, hadn’t he? When he said they wouldn’t be like her parents. Of course, liking her had never been the plan—nothing had gone to plan—but he wasn’t the kind of guy to go back on his word.

“What? You’ve already given up?” He said to the tile floor, speaking gruffly as he swallowed his tears. He stood up, offering her his hand, “Don’t be stupid. We’ll get them back. I promise.”

“How?” She stared up at him, her hand hesitating above his own. She looked drained and defeated and every bit as heartbroken as he felt, staring down at her.

“Why are you asking me?” He snorted, rolling his eyes, envying someone trapped on the moon, “You’re the smart one, remember? I’m just the guy who saves your ass when shit hits the fan. So do what smart people do, okay?” He took her hand and yanked her to her feet, “Go read a book.”

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Maka took his advice very seriously. Textbooks, tomes, manuscripts, scrolls (cursed and uncursed), newspapers, academic journals, and stray internet conspiracies she had printed out littered every free inch of their apartment dedicated to the Gods, the Occult, and Madness. She worked tirelessly, leaving no stone unturned.

From the little spot she had left him at the kitchen table, he’d stare at the sheer volumes of books with wonder. They were like a fungus that only continued to grow. Even his bedroom was unsafe from them. There was a time, years ago now, when her book hoarding was a point of contention between them, and he had forced her to sell a few for extra cash. That had been before she had met Crona. Now, he wouldn’t even dream of it. Sometimes her books were the only thing that kept her going. Not even he could rouse her from her grief anymore.

As the years progressed, Maka had only become more desperate. The world around her had moved on from Madness, adjusting to their new normal, which now included witches, a few werewolves, and one black moon.

Except for him, of course.

He had a few romantic partners in the years that followed the War on the Moon in a self-antagonizing quest to be rid of Maka. It didn’t work. At one point, he was gone for two years. He left without a single word, and when he came back, he was surprised to find she hadn’t even noticed his absence, while he, on the other hand, noticed every single second.

She had smiled up at him from a circle of books like he had only popped out to run a few pointless errands, and his heart had ripped apart and stitched itself back together again in seconds. He looked around their cluttered apartment and asked if she had seen Blair.

“Uh, I haven’t,” She blinked, “but let me read you this. I think…it may be something.”

“When did Blair leave?”

Maka twirled her finger in one of her disheveled, matted pigtails, reading the passage out loud around the pencil eraser she was chewing. She didn’t bother to answer his question. In fact, she acted as if it had never been asked. The most he could hope was that the cat had made it out alive, that he wouldn’t find her buried under a pile of books.

He never did find out what happened to Blair in the two years he was gone. Instead, he sighed, pushed the kitten out of his mind, and slumped his bag down to the floor before turning to pick up the spoiled plates of food she had piled and misplaced on the stacks of books.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let Maka die this way. So, he didn’t leave again. He stayed.

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Kid wasn’t the only god people prayed to, though obviously, he was well worshipped. There were many gods and goddesses that had domains in this world. Some governed over concepts like death, their only absolute order in the chaos of life, other gods represented the seasons.

Some were equated to the Moon.

Maka had become the Moon’s most zealous follower. Every new moon, she paid tribute, lightening candles and whispering prayers. Swirling clouds of incense would fill their apartment, turning her into an ethereal misty mirage.

Maka didn’t make the same tributes to Kid, but this didn’t offend their Death Lord. It wasn’t uncommon for Kid to turn sacrifices, precious goods, and money away. Sometimes Death was a blessing, but he preferred letting nature run its course. He was only interested in the people that defied him.

It always boggled Soul’s mind that Kid was a friend and still his timeless enemy, but in the end, what did it matter? He wasn’t afraid of Kid. His demons lived in his head, not on a clock, whispering insane circumstances, trying their hardest to draw him back into the black room. He resisted, but nights were still hard, listening to her cry over the moon.

His friends were more supportive of Maka’s religious obsession. Tsubaki still lit a candle at her brother’s altar for the moon without fail every evening. Black*Star thanked the shadows when she was in earshot. Patty and Liz would occasionally moon bathe with her to keep her company. Kid couldn’t do much without disturbing the power balance between all things, but he didn’t chastise her when she used DWMA resources to further her research.

Soul, on the other hand, did not participate in her religious endeavors. It was his one act of defiance against her, and if his friends noticed, they never said anything.

Soul prayed to a different goddess entirely. She was a sound. A “G” note. Solid and reliable and there. If he prayed hard enough, maybe the mirage of her, the ghost of her, haunting these halls filled with books and eye-stinging smoke, would become solid again, forced out of the shadows of the moon and back into the sun where she belonged.

Thoughts of that once-sunny girl consumed him when he stared at the moon priestess on top of their apartment roof. She was whispering a mantra to the rock above them as she held her hands out in prayer. She looked so delicate, bathed in the rays of the weak moonlight that still penetrated the black shroud covering its face, that if he reached out to graze his fingertips down the spine of her back, he was afraid his hand would pass right through.

Instead, he watched her from the stairs, memorizing the lines of her, the sharp angles, and soft curves, remembering when she was once brighter than the sun.

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There was a monk who, according to legend, knew all things. Kid had heard of him once, stating that his father had spoken of the man with venom in his voice. A rare mortal who had defied death and gotten away with it. He knew nothing more, or rather, he disclosed nothing more and, with remorse in his eyes, turned Maka away when she begged.

She, along with Black*Star, was still his best agent. Her obsession to free Crona had spurred her up the ranks of the DWMA Agents, allowing her more access to classified information. He, of course, followed after her.

When Kid turned his back on them, she cursed his name and left in a storm of rage. This wasn’t abnormal. She oscillated between denial, anger, and depression, and bargained whatever she could to gain favors, holy or unholy. Acceptance, he noticed, was never in the queue.

She pulled a few of those favors she had long since gained and found the Monk Who Knew All Things. Soul had never doubted her ability to do so, but it seemed that others hadn’t either. A group, a splinter cell of some sort, had been watching and waiting, allowing her to do the hard part and crack the code, and then swooped in at the last second to steal her prize.

It was futile on their part. Together, he and Maka cut the group of men down without hesitation, and Soul enjoyed the sick feeling of them being sliced open. The black blood sang, and the room came nearer, but he had learned to ignore its call, focusing only on Maka and what she needed.

A blood bath laid in their wake, and resting upon a rock, waited the monk. His beard was well-trimmed but long. He was old but not frail. And in his eyes was the sweetest sorrow Soul had ever beheld.

He stayed as a scythe as Maka explained herself and her righteous cause.

“Tell me,” She begged, falling to her knees. He slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground. He no longer complained when she did that, instead mourning only the loss of her touch. He could have transformed back into a human, but because she had not requested he do so, he stayed as a scythe within hand reach.

“Please,” She continued to plead, “how? How do I free them?”

The old man thought for a moment, staring up at the Black Moon, “It used to be such a lovely sight.”

“It still is,” Maka sneered. “Now, tell me. I saved your life; you owe me that much.”

His gaze fell back to her, and he sighed, “There’s nothing a mortal like yourself can do. This is a job of a god. Of divinity.”

This chilled his blood and reminded him of a recent conversation he had with Tsubaki prior to their trip. She had grasped him by the elbow and stared at him seriously with more authority than he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in her.

“Then, I’ll become a god,” Maka hissed, nonplussed by this revelation. “Tell me how.”

“I know that look in her, Soul.” Tsubaki had stated, “I’ve seen it in Black*Star—”

“You already know,” The Man Who Knew All Things said with a sad shake of his head, “and I beg that you do not follow this path.”

“It’s too late for that,” Maka spoke softly with tears in her eyes. “I promised them I would get them back.”

Madness was an interesting concept. Power, greed, order, grief. Just about anything could drive someone mad, and with the lingering pulses of Asura still permeating their atmosphere, Maka was—had been—at her breaking point. Once a beacon of human endurance, even she had lost herself in something.

Though he was still a scythe and could not see the look in her eye from the ground where he lay, he could feel the energy of her soul through their wave link singing a broken, mournful tune. It awoke something deep in him, and his soul began to reach out, harmonizing every other broken note as something dark pounded on the locked door in his mind.

“—she is going somewhere you cannot follow—” Tsubaki had warned him.

He had no time to react when Maka snatched him from his place on the ground and brought him down on the Man Who Knew All Things.

“Maka! No!” Was all he could cry as his blade caught the old man’s neck, slicing it clean off. She let go of him, and he went flying away, innocent blood staining his blade as he again clattered to the ground.

It was silent as the head of the monk rolled to a stop before her, and as he transformed back into his body, she covered her mouth in horror and shock, falling back to her knees with a horrible moan before crying out mantras and prayers to her Moon and its inhabitant, pleading for mercy and forgiveness, and a way to get Crona back.

He only felt sick. He had no prayers to whisper. Maka, his beloved, dearest Maka, had just committed the worst taboo. She had reaped a pure soul, one not on the Shinigami's List, and she had used him to do so. They had defied Death himself, and Soul knew Kid would not forgive her, not for this.

He should have run, like the coward he knew he was, but as tears streaked down his own face, he stayed. He had made a promise like that to her once, hadn’t he?

Tsubaki’s voice continued to echo in his head, “—and you will lose yourself entirely if you do not resist her.”

He sucked in a breath and knew their friend was right. A decision had to be made, but unfortunately, as he looked over at Maka, he knew he had already made his decision a long time ago. He didn’t fear death, he had his own demons, and they were devoted to a girl who was devout to the Moon.

He opened his mouth wide as Tsubaki’s warning played on repeat and swallowed the Monk’s soul whole. He stood there a moment, feeling it slither down his throat. The texture was the same as always, and for a moment, he was overcome with this incredible realization that a sound soul was no different from the unrested.

Slowly, he crawled his way toward Maka. When he reached her, he pulled her shaking form into his, and she didn’t resist as he began to rock them gently, smoothing down her hair. “Shush, shush, it’s okay.” He cooed, “We’ll be okay.”

He pulled away from her slightly and pressed their palms together as if in prayer, and slowly, so, so slowly, spoke as he finally started to feel the effects of a sound soul course its way through his body. He had been wrong, mistaken. A sound soul was not the same as the unrested. The black blood consumed it with vigor, and he knew now his hunger would be satisfied with nothing less.

“I told you, didn’t I?” He said barely above a whisper, looking past the tears in her eyes, as he shifted his fingers, interlocking them with hers, “I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#soul x maka #soma week #also this is unedited lol #it's supposed to read like a stream of consciousness but still unedited

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