How was it possible that such a small person could get so much attention on herself?
It was out of his understanding.
Everyday, around 5 PM, Soul would go home by train from the studio he used to rehearse with his band. For him, that journey was a relief from all of his daily worries, the train wasn’t packed and he could rest while listening to some music and watch through the window without thinking about anything in particular.
Well, at least that’s how it was until two months ago.
The first day he saw her, she was running hurriedly and almost tripped when got into the wagon, making Soul alarm for the commotion and focused his attention on her immediately.
Any person would come back to their own business after making sure she hadn’t fallen, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off from her. That was something unusual for Soul, who was more withdrawn and careless about unknown people, much less when Miles Davis was playing in his headphones. He didn’t know if it was her pigtails that waved gracefully everytime she took a step what caught his eye or that huge book that she started reading, which could easily take up half of her backpack. The reason could also be that she had very beautiful and deep green eyes, or simply that she had a naive and joyful aura that was easy to notice.
Idk if this is only supposed to be canon couples, but that would be boring so prepare for many ships to be set sale
Soma. They might not be cannon but they basically are. If soul eater were to ever come back with a new season and do a time skip, my dreams would literally come true. If only.
Hinata and Yui. They literally kill each other every time they are in each others vicinity, and yet they work so well. That one scene man. It gets me every time.
Korrasami. They’re just too cute.
Edwin. Both so stubborn, and so in lurve.
Okabe and Kurisu. Stubborn nerds who don’t want to admit they’re in love.
Unpopular opinion but look how many fucks I give. There was so much similarity between Sakura and Kushina, and you can’t tell me that kishimoto didn’t hint at sakura starting to feel the feels for naruto during the war. Also hinata is literally the most irrelevant thing ever.
“Fluffy, cute wings, he thinks, aren’t befitting of someone like her. She is no flowery pixie, no floaty angel of only pretty words and soft sighs. She is life; she is the darkness of his nights tucked against him, she’s the light at the end of the tunnel, she’s her temper and her smile and her laugh, high and fluttering. No, she deserves wings that can carry her. Wings with strong, dark outlines and prominent boning. Damn cool wings.”
My top 10 anime female characters
#1 Rukia Kuchiki from Bleach
#2 Mikasa Ackerman from Attack on Titan
#3 Maka Albarn from Soul Eater
#4 Soi Fon from Bleach
#5 Sinon from Sword Art Online
#6 Yuri Nakamura from Angel Beats
#7 Nao Tomori from Charlotte
#8 Yoruichi Shihōin from Bleach
#9 Tenten from Naruto
#10 Temari from Naruto
GAHHHHH I’m so happy with my new Maka photos from ALA. I had a bit of an allergic reaction the night before wearing her and was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to test out my green lenses, but I’m super stoked that everything worked out X)
@professor-maka is an angel for betaing and @akouos is also one for listening to me babble about this damn fic.
If it’s a slut they want, it’s a slut they’re going to get. She’ll be the sluttiest fake harlot to ever walk these damn halls. Maka Albarn is a woman scorned and nothing will stand in her way.
Because waking up to a text from one Ox Ford calling her a stupid floozy who is destined to be salutatorian and nothing more really tends to inspire a girl. Pigtails tied tight with red ribbons, Maka flips the proverbial bird at snide, smug know-it-alls and overbearing best friends.
With a red “A” crudely stitched on the front of an old, size-too-small tank top, Maka struts her way to her locker. Boys who have never before given her the time of day stare blatantly at the sway of her hips (skinny guy hips that have been the butt end of jokes for years, she thinks scathingly) and she’s glad this old plaid skirt still fits. Hiro was certainly on to something - pleated, short skirts do things to people. And they do things for her scrawny, pale as hell legs too, apparently.
It takes a deep breath and a clench of the jaw to work up the nerve to plant herself beside Soul without a word. His locker placement has never been quite so unfortunate - right next to hers, of course - but she’s never had to replace her books while making a statement sans bra before. Part of her wonders if this is going to become a trend, if waltzing around Soul with her nipples willy-nilly will become a normal thing in her life.
Cue tummy fuzzies. Lock it down, Albarn. It’s not like that, it’s never been like that, and after everything, she knows he still doesn’t want to kiss her.
He fiddles with his lock. “Hey.”
She can’t go soft. Maka steels herself, flips a pigtail over her shoulder and pops the heart-shaped lollipop out of her mouth. “Hey,” she echoes, leaning a hip against the cool metal of the lockers. “Enjoy the show?”
This is a belated birthday gift to grigori-girl, as promised from a post from a while back. I’m steadily doing birthday posts for all my baes (esp since I missed a lot from October and onwards) I shall celebrate y’all soon…
It was a particularly cold night in the hotel room when Maka had risen from the depth of her slumber to note that Soul’s arm was wrapped around her middle. He’d been shirtless despite the bone-chilling conditions, not that she was complaining of course, but it was very distracting.
She ran a finger over his arm, feeling the goosebumps on top of his skin and the sensitive hairs that stuck up. Over the course of the night, the electricity shut down, which may or may not have been caused from the pre-kishin that they were hunting only two hours ago. Despite the cause, there was no warm in their small room besides themselves, so naturally, they cuddled with each other to sleep.
However, Maka had an involuntary urge to use the restroom, possibly due to the cold. Muscle contractions you know. She struggled to wiggle out of Soul’s tight embrace, careful not to stir him but also with enough force to escape. He had his head buried into the heat of her neck and his other arm, she soon discovered, was resting on the arch of her butt. One of his legs were tucked firmly in between hers, and as she peeled herself slowly from his body, Maka was hit with the winter cold the moment his arm fell off of her.