Soma aging


Favorite Female Characters


Here’s a little bonus since some people wanted more (and because everyone that has seen the original thing seems to love this one for some reason?). Have 19 years old Soma in her DWMA jacket staring at u. 

Now we’re done. For real. I’ll leave a little link on my blog so you can come back to these and check them out whenever you want! And thank you so much for your support through this whole thing! 

Soma, 12 years old.

Say hello to Soma’s academy outfit. You’ll be seeing it a lot from this point on.

Fact: Soma joins the academy, and as every rookie, belongs to the NOT class. Unlike most of her classmates though, she doesn’t choose a partner. She’s not interested in one, in fact. She believes with every fiber of her being, that the only way of showing what she is capable of, that she can become the best the hard way, without anyone or her parents help, is not having a partner. She alone can become a good weapon. Of course, not everyone agrees with her. But as the daugther of the most stubborn duo the academy has ever seen, she won’t change her mind that easily.


Top 10 events that made my 2015:

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Kingdom Hearts 3 (E3 trailer)

Code Geass: Boukoku no Akito ¾

Super Smash Bros DLC Characters: Mewtwo, Lucas, Roy, Ryu, Cloud, Corrin, & Bayonetta (Corrin & Bayonetta unavailable to play with until next year) 

Boruto: Naruto the Movie

Shokugeki no Souma (Anime adaptation)

Kuroko no Basket 3rd Season

Dragon Ball Z Movie Fukkatsu no F

One Punch Man (Anime adaptation) 

One Piece Mange Events: Gear Fourth, Pirate Fleet, New Bounties, Yonko Kaido, and Return of the Curly Hat Pirates (I’m combining the events to one whole event itself) 

I’ll make a better post

Going on an unfollow spree because I can’t remember half of the people I followed (i’ve had tumblr for a very long time now >_>)

so if you blog/reblog a lot of

  1. Dragon Age
  2. Mass Effect
  3. Skyrim
  4. Sailor Moon
  5. Yu Yu Hakusho
  6. Pillars of Eternity
  7. Yu-Gi-Oh
  8. One Piece
  9. Shokugeki no Soma
  10. Space
  11. Geology
  12. Tolkien
  13. A Song of Ice and Fire

Then like or reblog this (followers would you mind?) and I’ll follow you :)

Also, I like to stay away from fandom wank (although from the fandoms I just described good luck with that) so like…extra points if you stay away from wank. Critical discussion is fine, though, I fully embrace it.

Examples of wank: Which ending is better in Mass Effect? King!Alistair vs Warden!Alistair! (you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about so don’t even try) 90′s anime vs Crystal!….etc. I’m 24 and have more important things than this silly stuff to worry about in my life.

SoMa Week 2015, Day 7: Coming of Age

DONE. Done just in time. This feeds off a little headcanon of mine regarding the fact that Soul’s Welsh. If you’re curious, message me in an ask; I don’t feel like explaining it here X3 Thanks for reading these, everyone!

SoMa Week 2015

Day 7: Coming of Age

Description: Soul was set to receive his inheritance from his parents whenever he reached the age of eighteen, but after years without contact, his parents are less than generous. They demand that Soul must return home to receive his fortune, forcing him to choose between the money he was counting on and his life in Death City.

There were times when Soul considered going back. Life as a weapon was hard, not to mention literally maddening. His life had been put on the line countless times, and he had more bruises and scars than he could count.

However, as soon as he regretted his choice to move to Death City, he pushed the thought away, and reminded himself that he now knew what freedom tasted like. Freedom could come with ups and downs, and could turn around to slice into your chest as soon as it would give you the ability to express yourself, but Soul quickly realized that he loved that thrill. He was no longer restricted, nor conformed. He had broken outside societal norms and expectancies before, but now he could do it without consequence. There were little things he could do now, like being able to slouch and baring his teeth at those who irritated him. But he could also play his own music, both literally and figuratively. He now had the strength defend the world, and had done so multiple times. His talents as a weapon and pianist weren’t wasted or shunned anymore, but embraced and utilized. Nothing could compare to that. In addition, the friends he had made in Death City were too high a cost to pay to return back to his former life.

Last but not least, there was Maka. Maka was his life, the first person to uncover his potential as a weapon, friend, musician, and more recently, a lover. If Soul left her for any reason, not the least of which to return to his family, he’d never be able to forgive himself.

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Soma, 11 years old.

Fact: when the time of joining the academy is already around the corner, Soma only wishes for one thing: to not be treated differently because of her parents, who are also teachers. (Maka teaches about souls and everything related to them, while Soul trains weapons to prepare them to assist their meisters in combat).

At Last--SoMa Week 2015 Day 3, Catharsis

So, this is over a day late, but at almost 8k words, I don’t feel too badly about that.  It is the third and final installment of my middle aged SoMa AU–the first two are Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town and True Love Waits.

Thanks forever to ilarual and l0chn3ss for looking over this hot mess.

Other days can be found here:

Day 1  | Day 2 | 

I found a dream, that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known.

They’d been sitting together on the brown leather sofa, staring at the middle of her Dad’s old, battered coffee table for at least ten minutes, unmoving, unblinking, jaws slack.  Perhaps they thought if they willed it hard enough, they could make that other little word appear, if they willed it hard enough, their world wouldn’t come crashing down on them because of that first little word.

There was no will strong enough to change reality.

Maka spoke first, snapping her mouth shut with a slight smack and letting out a long breath.

“How… did this happen?”  she said, still staring at the little stick in the middle of the table.

This seemed to jolt Soul off of whatever planet his mind had disappeared to, because he barked out a short, rough laugh.  “Maka, you have three kids.  Pretty sure you know how these things happen.”

Maka rolled her eyes.  “I just mean–”  she sighed.  “Blake got cut years ago, and I just wasn’t thinking–and then, I figured I was going through the change.  I never thought, never would have thought–”

“Okay, first off, I really, really don’t need to know anything about Blake’s bits.  And second, you’re the one who said we should test.”  In truth, Soul was as stunned as she was, but it was easier to hide behind snark.  

“To rule it out,” she snapped. “I just never thought, at my age–”

“Well, guess my sperm is just that potent.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, earning him an elbow to the ribs.  “Hey!”

“Just–be serious for once, would you?  It must be wrong.  There’s no way.  We’ll do it again.  I bought a three pack, so we’ll just–do it again.”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed.

An hour later, they were back on the sofa, staring down three sticks where one had been before.  The result was the same for all–one word, small and black and seemingly innocuous.  So strange, how one word could hold so much power, how one word could turn their lives upside down.  One little eight letter word.  


“It didn’t change,” Maka stated dumbly after staring at the third stick for several minutes.

“Nope,” Soul agreed.

“What–what are we gonna do?”  It was practically a whisper, and she felt 19 instead of 49.  

“I have no idea,” he said evenly.  And yet–and yet–there was a small part of him that reveled in the thought of a child together.  In spite of everything he knew it would mean, that small part was quickly growing.

“Our kids are grown,” she sighed.

“Mmm hmmm,” he agreed.  

“We’re too old for a baby–we should be pestering our kids for grandbabies not–not–”

“–having a kid young enough to be our grand baby?” he suggested.

“Exactly,” she sighed again.

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