Send me a ♮ for my muse's reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine's waist.

lmao I haven’t worn Patty in 3 years and this wig sucks 💀💀💀 I think I’ll wear her to the next CenVal Cosplay Gathering though so if anyone is going and cosplaying from Soul Eater, hmu so we can talk and get some photos!!

I drew Maka and Soul in his weapon form. This version of them is the after events of defeating the Kishin that’s in the manga. I love Maka outfit in the after events and also how soul looks when he got all the souls! I don’t see enough of this version of them drawn so here u go!

I DONT OWN SOUL EATER OR ITS CHARACTERS I JUST OWN THE ART FOR THIS!

Hope u enjoy!

Peace!

My muse suddenly starts to throw up blood in front of yours. What does your muse do?

Guess who rewatched Soul Eater

On a murderous rampage my character has cornered yours. What does your character say in 10 words or less to try and save their skin?

Some casual Crona pictures!

“’course.. it would buy some time, at least, if soul perception wasn’t part of the deal.” Somebody mimicking a mirror, that which reflected one’s appearance – it was kind of ironic, wasn’t it? 

It was definitely an unfamiliar weapon form to take, a cool one at that, so Soul admittedly enjoyed this questionnaire. “Ah.. yeah, dope is one way to describe it.“ 

Tezca made an amused voice, feeling as though he might’ve gone overboard with his explanation. But the student had asked, and answering questions as best as he could (or to the extend he wanted to) was a part of his job. And he had vocalized this offer clearly already. “Any other questions~?”

This might prove to be a good opportunity to make himself familiar with the weapon that looked so promising in the eyes of Spirit, Stein and Lord Death himself. No matter what the kids believed, Maka and Soul were definitely the topic of interested in the teachers lounge more often than they’d believe themselves. The mirrors interested with Soul centered especially around the teens ability to perfectly control partial transformation from what he gathered - a trait many weapons, especially those that did not attend the DWMA, failed to master even in their adult years.

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🎃— This was certainly entertaining at the very least, paws barely even making a sound as she continued to trot after the other. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t exactly put her paw on it… Had he been a customer at Chupa♥Cabra’s before? No. She would have remembered serving someone with such a doofy head. 

         Her ears twitch as she notices the other begin to look stressed. Had he noticed her? The feline slows to a stop and waits to see if he does anything next, tail swaying slowly behind her. Gosh… He really did look kinda familiar… 

        She begins to rack her brain for any memory of the other, tapping a paw against her chin in thought before it finally came to her. He worked over at the school or whatever, right? ( Close enough ) That meant he was friends with Maka and Soul. Blair hopped back up and hurried over, catching up before hopping ahead of the other.

         “Hey! Weirdo with the teddy bear head! Yer one of Maka an’ Soul’s friends, yeah?”

Overthinking matters proved to yet again be the worst choice, his mind chanting ‘this will be alright’ over and over, that there was no danger or anything to be wary of. Soon enough, a high-pitched voice startled him and it took a tensing of what felt like all his muscles for a second to stop himself from jumping. Just when had he become so easy to throw off?

Tezca turned around to check for the source of the voice, finding only thin air for a moment as his gaze searched too high for someone standing there behind him. The soul response however, let him lower his eyes as a small black cat entered his field of view. “...” He would have bend down to pat it, as it didn’t gave of the impression of being scared by him, but something was very wrong with this scene.

“What business does a witch have with my students?” The mirror asked suspiciously, not wishing to jump to conclusions right away, but making his point clear. How she was able to walk around so freely with no soul protect was beyond him.

ok but maka is so fabulous

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🎃— It was a bit unfair to give Blair credit for being up this early when she was simply still up. Business had picked up at Chupa ♥ Cabra’s since the chaos began, surely something that most people would be distraught about; Kishin and all that. Though the feline had always made a point to not really care about something unless it directly affected her. Maka had tried to explain the consequences to her, but most of it had gone over her head. Weren’t humans chaotic and all that nonsense already? Whatever. As long as she had a nice place to sleep and some food to eat she couldn’t care less. 

          Trotting along and humming to herself, she almost didn’t notice that thing. Woah. She came to a stop and felt her shackles raise, not sure of what to make of the strange head on the male’s body. Well now she was curious. Waiting a moment she ducked behind a corner and waited for him to pass before slipping back out and beginning to follow. Maybe he was a bad guy waiting to cause trouble or something! Blair wasn’t very good at telling who was good and bad though— after all some of her closest friends at work were witches. Oh well. Not like she had anything better to do. She could push back her cat nap to later.

His hands were buried in the black fabric of his pockets, shoulders low and relaxed. Constant wariness was included in the Deathscythe-starterpack, as a tense stance would help in case of a surprise attack, but here at the not-beating heart of Death himself and with so many other strong meisters and weapons present, Tezca felt as if it was alright to let his guard down even a little bit. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t enjoying his job, but it was exhausting to be so overly careful. The last time a Deathscythe ended up enjoying himself a bit too much the Kishin was unleashed, even if nobody did blame Spirit directly.

The thought was uncomfortable, so he pushed it aside. Instead, his focus went onto what kind of caffeinated drink to get in a bit. Perhaps a mocca or some large espresso.

Ah, it was more tiring than he would’ve figured to ignore his surroundings that much, it must’ve been because he actively put his mind to doing just that, instead of dozing off by accident. With that, he kept his pace up as well, only getting worked up about trying to relax. This was ridiculous!

     “Can it. You know what I meant.” The demon weapon crossed his arms. “You don’t have room to be picky.”

“What makes you think that? Perhaps I have, like, an entire fanclub! I’m a Deathscythe at the end of the day and kinda famous, no matter whatcha’ say!” In all actuality, Tezca did never actually come to this conclusion before. He didn’t even really think he got much spotlight at all, given how outside of Death City they were all known more by name than face... Or mask.