life by the scythe

You should have died. This was the fourth time in your life that you should’ve died. Every time, just before it happens a scythe-wielding figure in a black cloak saves you, always whispering “Not today…”

Your home was a small island, a corner of the Bermuda triangle so when you get to EU the taste of magic isn’t new to you. It’s more pronounced here, you’re not used to seeing their faces. You fall in line, nicknames are second nature to you and iron haunted your home. You’d resolved to stay as below the radar as possible. All the magic you know travels through families and you don’t want to be the one to bring a curse home. 

Then they take your best friend. She could’ve done fine on talent alone but she insisted on having a “competitive edge”. You have to get her back but you had to be smart. You can’t go in unarmed, so you plan. You finish the year off as normal. You keep your iron close and you never miss an offering. You write home. A lot. You go on until the letters you get back are full of love and you keep going on after that. When the year ends and you get home you get to work.

Your grandfather told you of a man his father knew. He had sold his first born daughter and her first born daughter for crops. His family would carry this gift, they would always reap what they sow. This man hid this deal from his wife and knowing that his family had never had a daughter he felt safe. His wife tired of all her boys went to a witch begging for a daughter. The witch promised her two but warned her that she would claim the first for her own. And so was born the Girl Twice-Claimed. When the Fae and the witch came to collect their debts they found neither could take her. Unhappy with this the witch and the Fae conspired together. The girl would belong to no one, not quite Fae but certainly not human. Wherever she went darkness followed.

The Girl Twice-Claimed would grow up and have sons of her own and they would go on to have sons as well. You marry her youngest grandson that summer and when you say I do it almost feels real. Then you see the tears in her eyes and you’ve done the impossible. She tells you that it was unfortunate that all her sons were widowers but that you have nothing to worry about. She tells you that she’s proud to call you daughter. You smile at the word. You wonder if it’s enough.

That night it visits you in the dark and although the witch is long gone it honors the deal. It takes you like it took Her. When you go back to school you are ready. Before you leave for the airport she gives a hug that squeezes the life out of your lungs. She whispers in your ear that scythes are impractical and when you get an iron machete in the mail you make a mental note to write her a thank you note. 

You wander into the woods in the dark of night. Whispers rustle through the leaves. To the untrained ear there was nothing to be heard but  as you made your way deeper and deeper, unholy voices cried out “Beware, for Death stalks the night!”


Some Ideas...

Here are some ideas I’ve been tossing around…

  • Magnificent Bartender and Silent Assassin. The story of what happens when a kick ass bartender (Yang) gets dragged into the world of a legendary assassin (Neo). Laughs. Blood. Romance. Awesomeness. Plus plenty of one-sided conversations wherein Yang makes puns and Neo tries to murder her with her eyes.
  • The Ballad of the Unlikely. Nora is a bard, but not a very good one. Why? What kind of bard carries around a giant hammer and runs to the front of every battle. Oh well. At least, she’s got company. There’s Ren the laid-back wizard who prefers to shoot people instead of cast spells, Jaune the legendary hero who’s got about ten more years before he actually becomes legendary, and then there’s Pyrrha. All those songs Nora sings while she crushes people skulls? Yeah, Pyrrha’s the goddess she mentions in most of them. After getting shot in the back by Cinder, another goddess, Pyrrha is looking for a way to get her divinity back, and Nora and the gang are her best bet.
  • Romancing Death. Weiss has a problem. She has six months to live. How does she know? Well, she just so happens to be a member of a royal bloodline gifted with foresight. So how is she going to get out of this mess? Simple. The only ones who can change destiny are the gods, and the only one who can make sure she doesn’t die is Death. All she has to do is win Death’s heart, and she’ll be set for life (pun fully intended). There’s just one problem. Death is a cheerful, scythe-wielding goddess who demands cookies, strawberries, and milk in lieu of gold or other treasures. How exactly is Weiss supposed to win her heart when Weiss can’t bake to save her life, her kingdom doesn’t grow strawberries, and she’s never milked a cow. Luckily, Weiss has a bit of help from her magical cat who may or may not be a goddess in disguise and her loyal butler.
  • Draconic Felines. Blake has a problem. After picking a fight with a witch, she got turned into a cat. Yang has a problem. After picking a fight with a witch, she got turned into a dragon. Somehow, these two end up meeting each other. Follow along as they go on an epic quest to defeat the witches that cursed them. It’s not going to be easy considering the fact that neither of them can talk, and neither of them has opposable thumbs. How will they deal with doors, asking for directions, and the fact that Yang hasn’t actually worked out how to fly or breathe fire yet?

So… what do you think?

anonymous asked:

what books are in your tbr list right now?

-The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman
-Flame in the Mist by Renee Ahdieh
-House of Furies by Madeleine Roux
-The Romeo Catchers by Alys Arden
-In Some Other Life by Jessica Brody
-Scythe by Neal Shusterman
-This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab
-Once and For All by Sarah Dessen
-Thorn by Intisar Khanani
-Cage of Deceit by Jennifer Anne Davis
-180 Seconds by Jessica Park
-A Dance Like Flame by Tammy Blackwell
-The Lemoncholy Life of Annie Aster by Scott Wilbanks
-The Watchmaker’s Daughter by C.J. Archer
-Beauty of the Beast by Rachel L. Demeter
-The Mad King by Jovee Winters
-The Rook by Daniel O’Malley
-Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor
-Vicious by V.E. Schwab
-Jane Steele by Lyndsay Faye
-A Skinful of Shadows by Francis Hardinge
-A Face Like Glass by Franic Hardinge
-Making Faces by Amy Harmon
-Odd & True by Cat Winters
-Wicked Like a Wildfire by Lana Popovic
-Dreamfall by Amy Plum
-Words in Deep Blue by Cath Crowley
-The Hearts We Sold by Emily Lloyd-Jones
-But Then I Came Back by Estelle Laure
-The Alice Network by Kate Quinn
-Hunting Prince Dracula by Kerri Maniscalco
-The Disappearances by Emily Bain Murphy
-A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab
-Black Bird of the Gallows by Meg Kassel
-Jane Austen at Home by Lucy Worsley
-Lilac Girls by Martha Hall Kelly
-Heartless by Marissa Meyer
-All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr

So many books, so little time (and money 😭)

Cross My Soul (Day 6: Promise)

Let’s just pretend that this is on time….


“Can you promise me something?”

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!

Do y'all remember what an emotional rollercoaster Qrow and Ironwood’s last interactions in V3 were like

-Not only is Ironwood alive, he’s wearing about 1/3 of the clothes he was wearing before
-It wasn’t just his arm that was mechanical, at some point this man lost half of his body
-James proves to be a Great Guy
-We straight up thought Qrow was going to murder James (now we go back and watch and realize wow there is no way Qrow would’ve done that)
-Qrow defies physics to save James’ life
-Qrow calls James “General” despite mocking him the whole volume

anonymous asked:

Hi for anon honesty hour! Capfuls I get some fic recs please? I really wanna do some soma fan art and I want to 1 show my appreciation for the amazing writers in the fandom and 2 get some ideas cause I've got intense art block right now. Thank you!

heyo! (sorry i’m late btw, against all odds sleep ended up being a thing)

also you are going to get a looooot of recs b/c reading is one of my passions in life and when combined with a fandom i’ve been in for ages it’s safe to say i’ve read a lot, but there’s also a lot i’ve probs missed and i haven’t been as prolific in soma fandom lately, so anything i missed is unintentional and anyone’s free to add on to this! there’s also a lot of stuff in my soma tag so if you want more fics (as well as loads of art) feel free to check that out too!

@lunar–resonance​‘s recent resbangs, Now The Light Falls and Velleity (and also their entire writing tag, found here)

Now The Light Falls Summary: Born with the ability to see ghosts, Maka lives in the shadow of two worlds. She grows up reveling in the ghostly company until tragedy strikes and she vows to never speak to a ghost again. Four years later, Maka is struck by a car and wakes up to find herself bound to a strange boy called Soul, who is confused, sarcastic, and above all, very dead.

Velleity Summary:  Maka gets more than she bargained for when a forced father-daughter day at a local museum traps her in a world where the art exhibits have to come life and are out for her blood. Armed with a scythe, she and a strange boy named Soul traverse the topsy-turvy world in their search for a way home. Ib AU.

Learning Curve by ilarual (very good and one of my old favorites)

Summary: The process of getting from “you” and “me” to “us” is a long, hard, complicated one. A series of vignettes exploring the early days of Soul and Maka’s partnership and the road from strangers to best friends.

The Stand (incomplete but in-progress and so so worth the read b/c it’s glorious)

Summary: “In fact, she already had a plan formulating in her head, and it was time to scrap any trace of Eater from this wall. This wall would belong to her in the end, she was freakin’ sure of it.” Street Art/Tagger AU.

Jaegermeister or how the PPDC learned to stop worrying & drop the bass by Victoriapyrrhi (i remember reading this when it came out and it was v good)

Summary: With the PPDC cutting funding at the behest of GorCo, the corporation funding the Wall of Life, it’s up to Marshal Spirit Albarn to gather his resources-some of the finest minds and pilots on the planet-to make one final assault and neutralize the kaiju menace for good. Pacific Rim AU; For Soul Eater Resbang 2014

The Dire Circus by Raining-down-hearts (warning: feels and lots of ‘em, but is wonderful)

Summary: The circus is in town and strange things are afoot, not the least of which is the sudden disappearance of Maka’s father and horse. When she finds her stolen horse at the circus, her attempt to steal him back goes wrong and a strange red-eyed pianist catches her in the act. Something’s very wrong, her father is still missing, and now she’s trapped in a terrifying new world.

Foolproof by Poisoned Scarlet (a wonderful modern highschool au)

Summary: An AU for Valentine’s Day. “Your choice, Maka. Come with me or go back to class and get yourself waist-deep in THAT train wreck.” / / Soul Evans is smarter than he looks. Maka is none the wiser.

Just a Ring Away by therewithasmile (so cute and fluffy okay)

Summary: AU: Maka loses her cellphone; the white-haired, grumpy-looking movie-rental cashier guy finds it. Fluff, SoMa.

Fenestration by Twin-Lupus (aka fabulousanima) (everything you’ve heard about how amazing and heart-wrenching this fic is is 100% true and i implore you to read it)

Summary: He’s so close, and yet so far. Neighbors AU

thanks for the ask nonnie, I hope this helps and good luck with the art! :D

midnight-draws  asked:

Whats your inspiration behind the reapers?

This is actually a really interesting question cause I didn’t give it too much thought about it myself!
… Thinking back on it, there was a moment in time where I was thinking what kinds of weapons the skelebros might have. I saw a sketch on google of a swapfell sans with some gasterblaster-esque scissors and thought they were really awesome! Found out the original picture came from twitter thanks to a few friends as well. I even tried to draw it a few times but ended up unhappy with the results:

Heck I might even go so far as to say I wanted to create a swapfell sans cosplay with this weapon design. Of course however that would only be when my swap sans cosplay is done and is a big -IF- (the swap sans needs to be done by February =w=“ and you bet i’ll be posting progress pictures in this blog!)
That being said I remembered seeing a drawing of swap papyrus around with an orange scythe. I can’t however for the life of me remember who it was by and got really inspired from it. Decided to whip up a design during a stream one day and basically snowballed from there. I’ve been changing around the design a bit and tweaking occasionally here and there especially since my artistic taste is usually always changing… but.. well.. ideas popped into my head and so that’s how it kind of took form.
I really am excited to work on the story for them and whatnot, although it will probably focus on the Underswap universe (the other reapers were designs that if you took a  look at their universes. It was actually a lot of fun designing the scythes to be similar and yet unique to each of them!) Since I didn’t particularly want to do an entire comic of them (too much time, effort and it would probably be hecka long), I opted out instead of writing a fanfic with additional scene drawings… So a mix! I’m still in the thought process of how things are going to take place but there’s one thing I can be absolutely 100% certain of however and that is that the story will be pretty dang sad/dark.




I really like how I designed Goth’s outfit, but f any one has any suggestions for Palette’s please message me! :D
Goth belongs to @nekophy
Palette belongs to @angexci
Superhero AU and designs are mine

my favorite part out of the entire original broadway cast recording of Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 is the part The Abduction where Josh does the “ here’s to haPPINESS FREEDOM AND LIFE, MAY YOUR TRAVEL BE SWIFT AS A SCYTHE CUTS THROUGH THE GRASS!” and the ensemble is just having a good time with the ‘WHOAs’

i need a recording of that 30-45 seconds so i can play it on repeat for the next 5 years

Because it was asked of me, and it makes me very passionate, a serious analysis of this particular, iconic scene:

At first glance, funny! Amusing! Ridiculous!

Under the surface…not so funny. And I take many, MANY issues with it.

So, let’s start at square one, shall we? 

What are Marie’s ultimate goals?

Stay with me on this one. These are totally reasonable goals, yes? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be retired early and married. The retirement especially is relatable and understandable considering Marie’s line of work. She’s a soldier and being a Death Scythe must have a very low life expectancy, it’s no surprise that she wants to retire. As for being married, however, this is Marie’s personal goal. It is something she wants because she wants to be married. Not because she’s pressured, or because she feels that she must.

Azusa comments upon this by claiming

And I am here for that! …Except, regardless of this concept being old fashioned, it is a concept that Marie, personally, believes in. Marriage is something she wants, it’s something she desires very deeply. She isn’t adhering to the idea that marriage is what will make EVERY woman happy, but simply that marriage is what will make HER happy. Which is very feminist and I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise. The person being anti feminist here is, actually, Azusa. Because she’s trying to push her personal view, that marriage is unnecessary and old fashioned, upon Marie, who was not pushing HER views of marriage being desirable and worthwhile on Azusa.

Notice the changes in language. Azusa is almost patronizing when all Marie said was her PERSONAL goals were to get married and to retire. There is nothing wrong with having personal goals.

That little bit aside (and forgive me for rambling), let’s get to the REAL reason we’re here. My defending Marie for wanting to marry a toilet, which I personally find understandable.

Here’s why.

So, Marie’s goals are to be married and retired. She wants the white picket fence, the 2.5 kids, the happy husband, the apron. All power to her. 

But…why the desperation?

Well, part of it stems from pressure and sexism in the SE series. 

Notice what Marie says. “Azusa, you’re still young, you won’t understand.”

This is a very, VERY important line for Marie. Because she is the oldest female character (barring witches) in Soul Eater, and that makes her a joke. Because it’s ALWAYS a joke. To be over the age of 25 in this world when you’re a woman is very, VERY hard, and Marie reflects that. 

Please consider how messed up that is. Marie isn’t even 30 yet. She’s in the same class as Stein and Spirit. Spirit is, canonically, 32 by the end of the Soul Eater Manga, which puts him in the late 20s at this time. If Marie is his age or Stein’s age, who is younger than Spirit, then that puts her at barely over 25. 

And Marie’s role in SE is often degraded to that of a Christmas Cake. Where does the term “Christmas Cake” come from?

“No one wants to eat Christmas cake after December 25th. And no matter how attractive a woman is, it’s said, no male will want to marry her after she’s 25. Thus, “Christmas Cake” is used as a metaphor term for a woman rendered unmarriageable because she is past the freshness of her youth; roughly equivalent to ‘Old Maid.’”

This is a very, VERY sexist trope that comes up again and again in SE in regards to Marie. Consider the following:

“Is this how single, past marriageable age humans are?”

“We have a lot of youth to spare.”

These comments all mean the same thing: That Marie is undesirable. that she is “past her expiration date”. That she is old, and bitter, and jealous, and unworthy of marriage. And, considering that Marie’s main goal is to be married, this is stinging in more ways than one. 

Especially considering the reaction of MEN when these witches, who appear young, which is appealing, interact with them. Spirit and Sid and Lord Death and Stein are all relatively pleasant to Risa and Arisa, especially considering they’re…well, witches. 

And when Marie protests?

Now, Marie is the “killjoy”. She’s the one who can’t take a joke. She’s the one who can’t have fun. Because she’s old. And bitter. And unappealing. These young witches are more desirable to the men in the room than Marie is. That’s why SHE’S told to leave but the witches, who are throwing a party when they should be talking about a strategy to rescue Kid, get to stay and mess around.  And Marie takes this to heart.

Especially in regards to Stein. 

Marie is very much so interested in Stein romantically. And here he is, flirting (er, sort of?) with them. Now, I won’t demonize Stein, here, he’s pretty indifferent to the witches. He’s not Spirit, who was drooling all over them. But he certainly jokes with them in how own, strange way, and certainly doesn’t discourage them, either. 

And he can’t know that Marie is in a position where she is extra vulnerable to these acts, so it isn’t his fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that Marie is watching the man she loves being playful and flirty with women who have just bruised her ego by telling her she’s old and unappealing and that they are young and fresh and desirable.

What Marie is seeing here is a far younger looking woman getting close to the man she cares about, a man she wants to marry, her first love. That HURTS. It has to hurt Marie. Because from the get go, she sees her future of getting married being put against a ticking clock. She is “damaged goods”. She is “unwanted”. She is too old to be loved. 

Think about that for a second. She believes she’s getting to be too old to be loved. Thats terrifying. That’s so painful. And she genuinely believes it.

And it certainly doesn’t help that all her past relationships have clearly panned out in disappointment. 

I mean, I’ll be the one to say it: Joe’s reasoning for breaking up with Marie is shitty. “I was afraid back then that if my ability kept getting stronger that eventually I’d be able to see right through you.”

Which, 1: Implies that he thinks Marie is lying to him. 2: that he would prefer not to know if she is or not (despite the fact that she’s one of the MOST genuine characters on the show). And, 3: That he isn’t invested in finding out and being with who Marie REALLY is.

That’s really goddamn shitty, Joe. Plus, the whole breaking up with her for her own good bit is really uncomfortable for me, but I digress. Every single man Marie has been with has let her down. Every one. She sees herself as a ticking time bomb who is unwanted and unliked and undesirable and unable to be loved.

So what does she do?

She considers a toilet. Because this is SE and Marie HAS to be made into a joke, because, haha, look, a woman over 25 who dares to exist and want romance and love! How amusing! She’s SINGLE. SO FUNNY.

Except, not really. Putting aside the fact that this joke is steeped in sexism, the fact that no one seems to want to look beyond it is equally as bad, if not worse.

Marie Mjolnir considered marrying a toilet because every single man in her life has let her down so much that a toilet would be a step up or comparable to a partner who won’t hurt her or let her down or tell her she’s overbearing. Marie Mjolnir has gotten to the point where she thinks that her dreams of being married to a man who won’t disappoint her are so slim that she would rather go for an inanimate object. She has been convinced that she is so old and so undesirable that if she doesn’t get married NOW or very very VERY soon, she NEVER WILL.

THOSE are her reasons. THAT’S why the “joke” isn’t funny. THAT’S why I have so many issues with the scene of her wanting to marry a toilet being her ONLY defining moment.

Because Marie is more than your “old maid” or “desperate single woman” punchline, okay? Those are sexist tropes and sexist jokes and they infuriate me.

Marie Mjolnir is brilliant and funny and beautiful and powerful and nuanced and complex and she damn well deserves better than this bullshit.

keijae  asked:







BUT??, I feel like Kageyama is one of the only ones that can actually carry him with ease (because of his incredible soul wavelength? Idk there’s a “King of the Court” back-story in there somewhere)

Hinata’s weapon form is SUPER DUPER HEAVY to everyone else lmao:


(They’re not confirmed lmao I just pulled these out of nowhere so to everybody: feel free to ask/message me about headcanons!! :’DD)


Sawamura Sensei and Sugawara Sensei need to teach their students a lesson???

Nishnoya’s little tuff of hair is prominent even in his weapon form!!



AND I don’t know whICH TO PICK



Mysterious Weapon Ukai!!
 AKA I don’t actually know at this point
-Jazz hands-

As for Oikawa and Iwaizumi, I feel like Oikawa is the Professor Stein in this AU and Iwaizumi’s his death scythe?? 


BUT THAT MAKES HIM EVEN SCARIER becAUSE HE GOT TO WHERE HE IS BY HIS OWN MEANS??? (That makes him a good teacher as well I think!! I have a lot of Oikawa feels lmao sorry)


OKAY SO I think Kenma would a meister with Kuroo as his handy DS that shoots out laser beams???


“We are the body’s blood — flow smoothly and circulate oxygen so the brain functions normally”

And the fact that Kuroo’s kanji name can be translated into “black tail” wOW

ALSO I THINK BOKUTO WOULD BE A SUPER FAMOUS RAD MEISTER WITH THE EQUALLY SUPER FAMOUS RAD AKAASHI AS HIS KATANA??? Idk man Akaashi reminds me of Tsubaki so maybe he turns into multiple ninja weapons as well??

Look at that dislocated arm wow


Soul Eater AU! HQ!!
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anonymous asked:

Things I didn't know I needed until right now: Priscilla using Lifehunt on Suylvahn and Aldrich and wiping them off the face of the earth

Blood slid off of Priscilla’s scythe in thick streams- Both her own, and the late Pontiff’s. But it was she who was still standing at the end of it. After all, no life could stand up against the blade of her scythe- as soon as he had been nicked, the fight was over.

A short walk away, and Priscilla was breathing heavily from shock and exertion.

She strode into Aldrich’s chambers, the beast wearing her cousin’s face, and rage fills her- the strongest emotion she’s ever felt. It surges through her, and she swings her scythe back, winding up for a swing, her face contorted in anger.

“Thou art a monster, a demon, the spawn of monsters and vile rot-” She swings, and the blade carves a deep cut into the rotted flesh of the beast’s body.

Aldrich, flailing wildly, life draining from his form, summons his ethereal scythe and swings it- the spell dispelling when it makes contact with the originator of Lifehunt. Priscilla is un-moved, her rage still hot in her chest.

“Thy imitation does not impress me, worm!” Her scythe curls around in a deadly arc- avoiding harming what had once been her cousin, instead burying the point deep in the flesh beside the corpse’s hip. When it is removed, a spurt of ichor leaves the body, and the beast falls to the ground, limp.

Lifehunt cannot show mercy. The blade is either stayed, or it kills.

In the ooze the covered the floor, Priscilla fell to her knees. Partially out of grief, and partially out of the pain that flared into life once the heat of battle had passed. She dropped her scythe, and held her face in her bloody hands.

Only then, did she finally emit a choked sob, tears running down her face.


All I ever have desired was true company.
A friend, they call it.
Yet all that exists here are hollowed husks of who once were mortals.
They do not speak. They do not think.
And worst of all… They feared me. 
I left my home because of my own fear, because I did not want to be alone.
But instead… I was just as alone as before, but this time as the feared one. Even my doll had vanished… My only company.

The world Ariamis created is beautiful. It snows, it is peaceful.
All I ever could do was to watch from my chamber how the snow adorned the distant trees.
Many times was I tempted to explore down the cliff that opened beyond the room… But I never succumbed to it. When one of the other inhabitants fell there, they were never seen again.
I will not leave. The other Dragons cannot find me here. I may be alone, but I am safe, and comfortable.
The onimous feeling climbing from it cannot mean anything good.

One day, someone came. It was a small being, like the hollowed men around the keep, but dressed in yellow, with a huge bandaged headdress. He wielded pyromancies… He just looked at me, and dropped down the abyss… Sometimes he returns, but as a scarlet spirit, roaming the courtyard. It was that which allowed me to understand that the cliff meant not a way to find demise, but a way out of this Land. The only one.
Even so, he never spoke a word. He did not want to be my friend…

The hollowed may not talk or do much, but their efforts to defend the Painted World are wonderful. Nobody else ever arrived, or at least made it to my chamber… Until that one day. 

I could hear the grunts of the Phallanx from my room. I knew they were formidable, that only a capable soldier would be able to take them out…And I had the strange feeling that whoever it was, was coming for me… Not merely for the way out of this World… But for my life. 
That was the day I held my scythe for the first time in that World. I would not be slain.

As he crossed the gate to my chamber, the first thing I saw was her, my doll… He had it… Hanging from the belt of his armor. There was no mistaking her, she was so special…

I gave him a chance, I spoke in his strange language, so that he knew I did not mean harm.

“If thou hast misstepped into this world,
plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.“

But just as I had expected, even so if I had hoped otherwise… He replied with his sword.
Surprisingly, it did not hurt as much as I thought.
But yet… 

“Why could thou not let us be?
Didst thou not see why Ariamis created this world?”

He had wasted his chance… I was going to let him go. I just wanted my doll back.
But he did not understand.

Snow was the perfect camouflage for me. It took but a small effort for me to hide from his almost-hollow sight. And he was so slow…
He tried to be smart, to predict me with my footprints.
But it was useless. I was faster, I was stronger…
I am still half Dragon.

He bled through his armor, broken by my scythe and my ice.
He fell. I took my doll.
I embraced her, just like in times of yore.
I would never be alone again. I had her…

And as he crossed the gate again, his movements guided by petty rage.
I could not help but smile.
Not only I had my dear doll back.
But a playmate. All mine.

anonymous asked:

How would the UF and SF bros react to an S/O who revealed they were actually the child of Life and Death (summoning a scythe or skeletal wings or something to prove it) and their parents had sent them down to catch the escaped demon child (Chara/Frisk) and bring them back to Tartarus but now they're too scared to because they're deeply in love with their bonefriend and if they leave, there's a good chance that their parents won't let them return to the mortal realm or ever even see them again?

I’m not so good with these sort of things, so you’re gonna have to bear with me. ALSO I’M SUPER HYPED THAT MY LAPTOP’S UP AND RUNNING AGAIN!!!



When you had revealed your true self to him, he is floored for any sort of response. Child of Life and Death? Demon child hunter? TARTARUS?! Red.exe has stopped working.

But once you explain your situation to him, he’s brought back to his senses and latches on to your side. “you ain’t leavin’ me just yet, doll.” He figures if your old folks had let you stay this long, why not give it another hundred years or two? I mean, wouldn’t they have all the time in the world considering the concept of time is meaningless to the gods?

He’s hitting the mythology books like crazy and will stop at nothing to find each and every loop hole in the system. Whether you like it or not, you’re staying with him.


“NYEHEHEH!! BUT OF COURSE YOU ARE A GOD! THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAS HIGH STANDARDS YOU KNOW!1!!!” Edge is elated at your status. Afterall, this makes the both of you look better.

But then you drop the bomb on him that you’ll probably never see him again if you return to your homeland and he deflates. Why was it so important that this thing be killed? A child? He could torture and kill that child in a heartbeat and the job would be done.

Wait a minute…


Wait what? “What?”


Oh my stars this is probably not going to be fullproof. Please stop him. He’s trying to call your parents via burning incense and other sort of soul communication doohickeys. #meettheinlaws




And that literally might be the case considering that you AND your parents are gods. Meanwhile, your mortal five foot flat bonefriend is not exactly god material, but this won’t stop him from trying.


Okay give him props, that’s metal as fuck. 

Brace yourselves. You and your skelelover are about to take on a whole pantheon of pissed off gods and goddesses.


No durr, of course you’re a god. You’ve always been otherworldly in this skele’s eye sockets. And he will do anything to keep you with him. “talk about in-laws, amirite?” He slings an arm around your shoulders. “don’t worry my mistress. i shall handle this.”

As passive as Rus may seem, he’s got quite the way with words. With a voice that could sway mountains, Rus is quick to get himself out of binds via his wit. Honestly, this tol could sell a bag of trail mix to someone for 50000G if he wanted.

With his slick tongue, yet kind manners, Rus is able to win the hearts of not only your parents, but the whole pantheon of gods as well and you, him, and Blackberry (what? of course he’s gonna want to come along, too!) get to live in the realm of the otherworldly.

Also, Rus and Apollo become intellectual besties cuz BRAINS BIATCH.

Thoth speaks:

“The ibis and the inkpot–these are blessed. For as the ibis pecks along the bank for a bit of food, so the scribe searches among his thoughts for some truth to tell. All the work is his to speak, its secrets writ down in his heart from the beginning of time, the gods’ words rising upward through his dark belly, seeking light at the edge of his throat. We are made of god stuff, the explosion of stars, particles of light, molded in the presence of gods. The gods are with us. Their secrets writ only in the scrolls of men’s hearts, the law of creation, death and change inscribed in the blood and seed of man’s love. In the beginning and at the end, the book is opened and we see what in life we are asked to remember.

Hear, then my words, the ringing of my speech, as the heart and the scroll of this life fall open. Truth is the harvest scythe. What is sown–love or anger or bitterness–that shall be your bread. The corn is no better than its seed, then let what you plant be good.  Let your touch on earth be light so that when the earth covers you, the clods of dirt fall lightly. The soul of a man forgets nothing. It stands amazed at its own being. The heart beats the rhythm of its own life. The lungs breathe the ions of its own vibration. The mind recalls its thoughts. The glands respond to its emotions. The body is a soul’s record. And when a man’s life ends, his body is given back to the gods and the gods shall see what use their laws have been. They shall see the deeds its hands have made, the sparks of light its heart set in the world. They shall see whether or not their love, their powers have been wasted, whether the plants it has grown were nourishing or poison. And like the ibis, the gods shall circle about him, hunting for seeds that remain uncultivated, for ideas that lie unexpressed. They shall find new seeds from the plants he has tended. And these shall be planted again in the clay of a new man and he shall be sent back to the world until all seeds the gods have seen fit to create in man is cultivated, and then, in final death, he shall be welcomed home as one of them.”

-The Speeches, The Book of Coming Forth by Day