here’s a ginormous list of all the bts ask blogs i’ve encountered so far! there are blogs on here that deserve much more attention than they’re getting!!! so please give all of them a follow!!! <33 (they’re in no order whatsoever)
It wasn’t that much from the last time I did something like this but I missed it, I’ve been somewhat lost from this place, changed urls twice (sawtsuki and shinvbu) in less than two months so I needed something to “call” those blogs I included a year ago. I can’t believe that this blog it turned two years old when before I didn’t even know about this place existed lol. And worst of all is that I completely forgot it and remember it in the most trivial way, so I apologize in advance for the lazy edit, I seriously did something fast but very significant ♥
I will be brief to thank everyone, I have just reached the 25k followers & two years this time since I run this blog, seriously, THANK YOU for continuing to follow me, especially for those who have noticed “changes” in my blog, above all.
—Now, here you have a list with very recommended blogs that you should follow. Faves/friends are bolded.
It was a beautiful day outside… birds were
singing… flowers were blooming…
It was the
first warm day of spring, right around the middle of April. Youmna and Mecha
had decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go on a little
picnic with their son, Micha. They sat together underneath a gnarled old apple
tree, Youmna leaning contently on Mecha’s shoulder, as they watched Micha
alternate between picking flowers and chasing butterflies, all the while
looked up and found that her husband was following their son’s every movement
with a strange, but definitely happy glint in his eyes. She reached out to
touch his face gently.
something you like?” she asked.
tugged at Mecha’s lips as he leaned into the touch slightly.
someone I love. In fact, I see two
people I love” he answered, and kissed her hand.
The question caught him off guard, and for a moment, he thought of saying no. Soul wasn’t very good at keeping promises, he’d really preferred to avoid them. Besides, if he broke it, the young albino would become, yet again, a disappointment. As he turned to face her, however, he was immediately put off by the way her eyes had lost all mirth. This was serious. Soul couldn’t afford to joke around right now.
“Depends on what it is, Maka,” He responded, though he was worried he messed up by saying it. It was obvious Maka needed reassurance. She didn’t voice any displeasure though.
Locking her pure emerald green eyes with his competing rubies, she asked, “Will you promise not to leave me?” The uncharacteristic vulnerability came off of her in waves, and Soul immediately understood. No matter how much she would deny it, Maka had some abandonment issues. She was being an idiot though, like Soul could ever leave her!
“I promise Maka, ’m not going anywhere,”
“Cross your soul?”
Her scythe snickered at the death child’s play on ‘cross my heart’. It was actually pretty damn cute, if you asked him. She, however, scowled at the aspect of him laughing. “What’s so funny?!? I’m trying to be serious, okay?!” He sobered slightly at her yells, looked straight into her ember green eyes, and said,
“Cross my soul, Maka.” He lifted his right hand, and made a cross over where he would guess his soul would reside.
“Promise you won’t let me fall?”
Soul and Maka were quite literally on the edge. His hand was tightly clasped with hers, and Soul idly thought that he couldn’t keep this promise. He pushed that to the back of his mind, though. She was dangling at the edge of a cliff! Not the best time to think negatively.
It was at least a twenty feet drop, perhaps more. If she were to fall, it wouldn’t be without a scratch. As his sanguine eyes focused back on her, he smiled broadly, showing off his shark teeth and dimple. With a voice that evidently dropped with worry, he said:
“I promise Maka, I’m not gonna drop ya,”
“Cross your soul?”
Tightening his grip, he tried his best to lift his nimble meister away from the ledge. However, Soul may looked built, he’s not the one who trains almost everyday, she is. The scythe weapon fell down the cliff, with his meister’s hand still in his own.
Deciding to make the best out of the situation that will most likely lead to his demise, Soul watched the sun set, the wonderful hues of color dancing in the sky as one. The sun fought , and slowly lost, the battle of sleep. Everything seemed so slow, and the scythe could barely position himself to protect her body from the collision with the rocks below. A bird voiced it’s song to the afternoon. How peaceful would their death’s be? Right here, on this lovely late afternoon? There would be no screams, he knew, it would be quick. Just about all the stillness would be preserved.
Soul had excepted his death. Yet as he saw how Maka’s golden pigtails swam in the sky, and catch the beautiful afternoon colors, he remembered the promise he had made to her.
A new determination for their lives–her life–washed over him. Soul’s other hand changed into a scythe and hooked onto a supporting rock. Thank Death her hand was still in his. They dangled by his scythe arm, just a few feet away from demise. Time stood still.
“Cross my soul, Maka.”
“Promise you’ll lead me?”
She seemed to always find a way to make him promise something. As the jazz music drifted through the checkered room, Soul was moving in sync with Maka. The demon watched with a judge full eye. Did the little imp know of his desire for her? Perhaps. They are the same person.
Right now though, he couldn’t really enjoy moving in step with her. There’s a reason she was here, after all. She was risking her sanity just to match wavelengths with Crona. Which was extremely stupid. He couldn’t really focus on that, though. There was a heel in his foot at the moment.
“P-promise, Maka. I’ll always be here to take the lead.”
“Cross your soul?”
The imp snickered slightly, as Soul did the first time she said that. Giving the thing a death glare, Soul growled. The music was haunting, and yet his little meister was in no affect of it. The spark in her eyes made his sigh, then he smirked.
“Cross my soul, Maka,” Soul spun her around, ignoring the throb in his foot, as the room in his soul faded to nothingness.
“Promise you’re still my weapon?”
Soul had officially become a death scythe just about a month ago, and he somehow knew this was coming. The worry in her eyes made him sigh. These silly little promises of hers. His little rabbit (don’t tell anyone he calls her that in his head) was such the worry wart.
She rested her head on his lap, the T.V. blaring a commercial he had no care for. It was lunch time, and Maka was being too lazy to get up.
“I promise Maka. I’ll always be your weapon. I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”
She smiled fondly. They really only used the 'cross you soul’ thing when they were younger, but perhaps it would be nice to rekindle the tradition?
“Cross your soul?”
He gave her a broad grin. Her hair was getting longer, he noted, as he took it out of her pigtails. Combing his fingers through it, Soul also noticed that she closed her emerald eyes, most likely becoming sleepy from his affectionate actions. When will he tell her his true feelings? Keeping it platonic was extremely hard.
“Cross my soul, Maka,” He absentmindedly kissed a strand of her hair.
“Promise you love me?”
Maka blinked once. Twice. Did he just steal her line? She had to stop herself from chuckling. He was truly a dork, and he showed it more than ever after a year of dating.
They sat on the roof, Blair purring on Maka’s lap, sound asleep, while the meister sat in between her lovers legs. The sun was just a sliver in the horizon. Purples and blues and reds created a painting that will never be created again. Nothing will ever look like this again. The world is too unpredictable to make the same piece of art work.
“I promise, Soul. I love you with everything I have.”
“Cross your soul, little rabbit?”
She blushed at the nickname, though he had been using it since they began dating. His strong fingers traced her cheekbone, while the other hand played idly with a strand of golden hair. Blair stretched out on her lap, but her sleep remained undisturbed. She smiled up at him.
“Cross my soul, Soul Eater,”
Sorry you had to read through my cringe writing!
!!WARNING!! This fanfiction will contain spoilers for UnderTale, TideTale, MechaTale and TideTale:102. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Also, there’s violence, potentially disturbing content, explicit language and SPOILERS. Yes, I know I’ve said that already, but seriously.