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Resbang 2015 Throwbacks, Week 5, Part 7

Time to get hype for this year’s Resbang, and what better way to do so than to check out the ghosts of Resbangs Past!

Come say hi to this year’s participants and mods on Discord!

This year’s schedule can be found here: beep

[Τ] That Girl is a Goddamn Problem [Kilik/Liz, minor Tsubaki/Black Star, minor Maka/Soul]

Elizabeth “Liz” Thompson is wanted for violating terms of parole, possession of illegal firearms, and drug charges. A Caucasian female around nineteen years of age, she was initially incarcerated for attempted armed robbery and participation in a street gang. Last seen in Death City at former place of employment, Deathbucks. Known associates include her former manager Kilik Rung, colleagues Blake Barett and Solon Evans, and sister Patricia “Patty” Thompson. Assumed armed and dangerous. $10,000 reward for information leading to arrest and conviction.

Warnings: gun/weapons mention, drug mention, death mention, sexual themes, language

by author: Rainshatteredsky, dead link

with artist: Yonderlie @yonder-land

Read it here: [[ff.net][ao3][tumblr]]

View it here: [tumblr]

[M] Chase of Tales [Soul/Maka, Tsubaki/Black Star, Stein/Marie]

As a young child, Maka dreamt of adventures and piracy. Guided by her dreams she joined Shibusen, ruled under the sinister thumb of Captain Soul Eater. Caught in a deadly race with the ship Arachnophobia, all chasing the legendary Oni’s Treasure, where only one can claim the first true pirate’s riches.

Warnings: Sexual content, gore, near death experience and Giriko shenanigans

by author: OblivionTime @oblivion-time

with artist: GunningTwice @gunningtwice

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [tumblr]

[T] Cloudburst [Soul/Maka, minor Liz/Kid, Liz/Tsubaki, Tsubaki/Black Star]

Cursed by a witch in an effort to save his soul, Soul Evans resigns himself to the fate of being a feral, unadoptable, animal in the sleepy town of Death City—that is, until the green-eyed volunteer with a loving smile and compassionate laugh catches his attention. She may just prove to be the catharsis needed to help him learn his lesson in redemption before it’s too late.

Warnings: language

by author: Poisoned Scarlet @scurwrites

with artist: Sugarintolerant @sugarintolerant

and artist: Sojustifiable@sojustifiable

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [Sugarintolerant: [tumblr], dead link] [Sojustifiable: [tumblr]]

[M] Heistception [Soul/Maka, Marie/Stein, Medusa/Stein, several incidental side pairings]

Ocean’s Eleven/Fast & Furious AU. Marie Mjolnir left prison with a plan. Medusa had burned down her strip club, seduced her husband, and taken her foster children from her. Luckily the kids are all grown up, and are more than willing to help her pull off a very ambitious casino heist using the casino’s annual off road race as cover. Unfortunately, Medusa’s into a lot more than gambling, and the price of failure might be very high indeed (though not, Soul thinks, as unbearably torturous as Black Star’s kazoo playing or Maka’s backseat driving).

Warnings: violence, language, some implied sexual antics, stripper-related nudity, alcohol use, drugs, organized crime

by author: Bones  @adulterclavis

with artist: Adorabbey @adorabbey

and artist: Darkpurply @darkpurply

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [Darkpurply: [tumblr]] [Adorabbey: [tumblr]]

[M] Dreams of Long Summer Nights [Soul/Eater, implied Stein/Marie, Kim/Jackie, Star/Star]

“She remembers why they went here all those times. The beautiful smell, chirping birds, humidity in the air… Well no wonder her mama deemed it as her most favourite place in the world. She quickly discards her flip-flops, burrowing her toes in the moist choppy grass, props her arms on her hips and breaths in a lungful of the wonderful clean air. So this is Lake Tahoe.” Camp!Au with smoker/mechanic!Soul and know-it-all/bearcat!Maka. When it's not just about a burning summer passion but rather about finding someone you can trust and love and maybe hit a good few times on the head. Rebang 2015

Warnings: frequent strong language, nudity, mentions of sexs, drug usage

by author: PeppermintPoppy, dead link

with artist: Mssketch, dead link

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [tumblr], dead link

[T] Didn’t You Flash Your Green Eyes at Me [Gen, Soul/Maka, Black*Star/Tsubaki, background Stein/Marie]

Soul Eater is a Jedi with a chip on his shoulder, a bounty on his head, and a mission to complete. He’s been tasked by Jedi Master Stein to retrieve the pieces of an ancient Sith artefact before it can fall into the hands of Imperial Admiral Medusa Gorgon or her mercenary crew. He wasn’t counting on Maka Albarn – top cadet in her class at the Imperial Naval Academy – and unknowingly, a Force-sensitive in a galaxy where to be a Jedi is to court death. Together they must find the artefact before it falls into the wrong hands and its terrible power is once again unleashed.

Warnings: canon-compliant violence, minor character death via human sacrifice, mentions of genocide

by author: Victoriapyrrhi @victoriapyrrhi

with artist: Alliumcepa93 @allium-cepa-39

and artist: Phfsiiing @haleyhams

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [Alliumcepa93: [tumblr]] [Phfsiing: [tumblr]]

#soul eater #resbang #resbang 2020 #resbang throwbacks #long post

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

I found ur Soul Eater stuff from a Google search and I didn't realize they're from 2014 I'm sorry for spamming fics from 6 years ago but they're so good! And then I started scrolling through ur newer stuff and it's just as good if not even better! You're an awesome writer! Thanks for having so much Soul Eater content man, I'm like 12 years late to the party and finding good solid content for it is so hard. (PS if u have any Soul Eater fic recs please hit me up, especially h/c, I am STARVED)

Whaaat my stuff comes up in Google searches?? That’s actually kinda cool, especially since they’re older, and I never felt like I got that much traffic haha

But no you’re totally fine!!! It made me smile, actually, to see that someone was enjoying all of that! I put a lot of work into those and I kind of came in when the fandom was dying down, so it’s nice to know that my work is still appreciated!

Ugh you’re so sweet; thank you so much!! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it!

Recommendations....oh man....I have to think back to who I used to follow and read lol These are who I can think of off of the top of my head/following list lol

Professor-Maka

Raining-Down-Hearts

Chaoticlivi

Marshofsleep

Smokeandjollyranchers

Sandmancircus

scurwrites

l0chn3ss

Thank you so much for this sweet ask! ♥

#asks #replies #hyperactivebatboy #wooooo blast from the past

[toooceanblue]

Soul Eater Fic Recs

So me, being the fanfiction trash I am, have decided to compile all my favorite Soul Eater fics in one post so I can share their beauty with the world (and also so I can call out the amazingly talented authors who created them. SO HERE is my Soul Eater Fic Recs TAKE THEM my fellow ANIMALS.

Without You, I Am Lost by Meister Kasper (aka meisterkasper on tumblr- who for some reason I cannot tag so I am linking)

Summery: The meisters wake up in the desert; beaten, left for dead, and weaponless. Unknown to the meisters, their partners have been kidnapped by a group of witches. Both groups are on desperate missions to reunite with their partners; one on a grueling journey across scorching deserts and frigid wilderness, the other struggling to escape from the witches' torture.

This is honestly one of my fave Soul Eater Fics. My emotions are just running really high the whole read, and there’s not a second I lose interest. The characters are all captured extremely well, especially Death the Kid, and the relationships between all the characters are beautiful. If you’re weak for the bond between the weapons and meisters, you absolutely have to read this awesome fic.

 There’s a Screen on My Chest by Poisoned Scarlet (aka @scurwrites on tumblr)

Summery: "Maka belongs to a legacy, but she also has the will to surpass that legacy, and he will do whatever it takes just to follow a step behind her" – a peek into the strong partnership of Soul "Eater" Evans and Maka Albarn, told in shorts.

Good lord this fic is beautiful. It captures some of the most importants developments in Soul and Maka’s relationship, and seriously has my favorite version of ‘the piano scene’ EVER. Every word is POETRY. You MUST read it.

 Rebirth by Poisoned Scarlet (aka @scurwrites on tumblr)

Summery: "I think... this Death God finally killed us." - My take on how Liz, Patty and Kid came to be weapon and meister.

This one is also by Poisoned Scarlet and is also beautiful. It’s definitely my favorite fic about Kid Liz and Patty, and Liz is characterized so well. It really makes your heart swell and it’s origin story gold for Liz and Patty.

 Ever After by Makapedia (aka @makapedia on tumblr)

Summery: He hates his reflection.

Honestly. All her writing is so great I’d just read all of it (though warning for nsfw in some of them). This one’s clean though, and while it’s not really explicitly Soma, it captures some of their relationship in a way I really love, and it captures Soul PERFECTLY. It might make you tear up a little, but it’s honestly really really good and you should absolutely go read it.

 Winter Waltz by Cerrdy (Alas, I cannot find her tumblr)

Summery: Its time for Shimbusen's Annual Winter Dance! While Soul and Maka bet over getting dates for the dance, a unexpected new threat stands in their way.

This was one of the first Soul Eater fics I read and it absolutely holds up. I don’t ship all the ships in it, but oh my gosh it has the COOLEST antagonist EVER. The Soul Eater world is expanded in such an awesome way and the story is told so well. I CRIED near the end but it has a happy ending I promise. It also has the BEST action scenes (and that’s coming from someone who usually can’t stand reading action scenes).

 Forces of Attraction by Khaleesimaka (Aka @khaleesimaka on tumblr).

Summery: Soul and Maka are exes in every sense of the word except on Facebook. A memo Soul fails to tell his family when they invite the pair for a week long getaway at their lake house. What's meant to be a relaxed vacation grows more complicated as time wanes down and Maka wonders if she broke up with Soul for the right reasons

You all know what this is. It’s a fake dating Au. and you all know you love it. This one is especially so wonderful. The emotions are captured so well and the dynamic among Soul’s family (and Maka) is so interesting. Just go read this secret-pinning-you-know-how-it's-gonna-end-but-you-gotta-feel-your-way-to-the-end-anyway piece of art.

 Swallowing the Brimstone by Sleepmarshes (aka @marshofsleep on tumblr).

Summery: In his father’s stead, Thane has been tasked with protecting the valuable fortress of Iron Town, but between wolf gods, demon curses, Star Clan, and the Aranei Empress, every choice leads to bloodshed. Alongside Thane are three warriors: Maka, a cursed princess exiled from her home; Black Star, an assassin who must kill a god to earn his independence; and Mifune, a mercenary who must protect a young girl. Together, these four people are tasked with walking a path that few have ever dared, chosen by the gods to see with eyes unclouded. A Princess Mononoke AU.

Good lord this fic is cool. Not only is the writing awesome, the plot is ENRAPTURING and the word building is COMPLEX and VERY INTERESTING. Like wow. I cannot even explain. This is like no movie-based-au you have ever read before, plus it has BEAUTIFUL ART If you have not read this amazing fic yet, go do it now.

#fic recs #fanfiction #soul eater #se #soma #soul #maka #death the kid #liz #patty #tsubaki #blackstar #fanfiction recomendations #I hope to do this for some of the other fandoms I'm in #but the lists likely won't be as extensive #myposts

[soulxmakafanfics]

So I was wondering if you could help me find this SoMa fic I really liked. I can't remember the author or the name, but I remember that Maka was a teacher and she taught Wes' kid, and that Soul and Maka went to school together. The one day soul picked the kid up from school and they meet again... Something like that?

Sounds a lot like lost in the moment by @scurwrites!

#soulxmaka #fluff #Anonymous

[scurwrites]

Car Jack AU

Stole a car with someone sleeping in the back seat [Turns out that the car had already been stolen so basically you just stole a stolen car] AU

“Shitshitshit,” Soul swore in panic, jamming his arm through the cracked window. He looked over his shoulder and saw a flash of blue and red. He wedged his arm frantically down the window, unlocking it after a few misses. He threw the door open and instantly reached below the wheel, tearing the panel off and ripping out the wiring hastily to hot-wire the vehicle.

That is, if it had not already been hot-wired.

Soul’s brows furrowed and before he could even stand, he felt something cold press against his temple.

“Don’t move,” a woman demanded.

“Fuck, I don’t need this,” Soul groaned and turned to look into pretty green eyes. Pretty green eyes that were hard and cold on his own, the gun trained on him held firmly in her hand. Experienced, he instantly noted, she was not afraid of what she was doing. She knew what she was doing. He felt his throat tighten but he blanked his expression.

She spoke first.

“Back away and find some other car, I don’t need any trouble.”

“I’d do that, except the cops are literally around that corner—actually,” Soul glanced sidelong, a curse building in his throat. “They’re right there! And if you did what I think you did then you’re fucked, too—!”

“Oh, no you don’t! I was perfect fine until you decided to steal this car!”

“Put that thing down!” Soul swatted the gun from his face and growled when she raised it again, more threateningly. “You stole this car before me, moron, I don’t think you should be talking!”

“You’re the moron! Just GO AWAY!”

“Not until they pass by,” Soul maintained, shutting the driver door behind him in finality. The woman looked offended at that and she tried to push him out, shaking her head.

“The last thing I need is to be involved with the police again, get out and find another car! You still have time!”

“Not when I’m already in here, they’ll figure something is up if I suddenly get out and book it while they’re down the street,” Soul insisted, looking behind her to see that they were definitely approaching and fast. They were checking the cars as well, he noted with distaste.

“We’ll both get caught if you don’t leave!”

“Just shut up and follow my lead!”

And then she tried to kick him out by force. What a bitch.

She grabbed his face, he growled at her to quit it; she tried to kick him, he clutched her bony knee and launched himself at her, the gun clattering under the seat as she tried to wedge herself between the gap of the front seats, both of them swearing up a storm as they tried to kick each other out of the car childishly.

“Shut the hell up—I will throw you under the bus if you don’t quit it,” Soul hissed at her, who stilled for a moment and flashed violent green eyes in his direction. He had his hand on her neck, not in a strangle but in an attempt to push her away without having her biting him or something. “If I get caught, you get caught, too, so just chill and—!” He squirmed and fell beside her in the backseat, breathing heavily. He could hear them—they were on them already, it was too late now. Soul groaned and clutched his jacket pocket protectively. “Look, I know this is seriously uncool but at this rate we’ll both get caught and I dunno’ about you, but I hated prison!”

The woman bit her lip and sucked in breath when she looked over her shoulder. Soul saw it, too, and he crawled over her—and she let him, though she turned her face away from his when his body was sidled up to her suggestively. She held her breath and shut her eyes and Soul pressed his forehead to hers and stayed very still, but he was sure she could hear his breathless “just pass, just pass” as he hoped—

There was a tap on the glass.

He had the worst luck.

Soul shut his eyes and swore but the girl was quicker—she slid up suddenly and pressed his face into her neck, her arms around his neck. When she looked out the window, she faked a laugh and waved at the police officer peering into the car.

“What’s the issue, sir?” she asked, curiously. Soul swallowed thickly and looked up from her neck, glancing at the officer who was none-too-subtly scrutinizing the inside of the car. He was very young; new, Soul deduced, and was sure the girl had come to the same conclusion.

“There’s been a bank heist a few blocks down, we think the criminal might have broken into one of the cars—!”

“Oh—a man, you mean, right?”

The officer immediately straightened. Soul stopped breathing, eyes widening.

“I’ve seen him,” she continued, but tightened her grip on his neck. Instantly, Soul looked down and the corner of his lip twitched when he found she had the gun trained on his side. “I saw him run down the block, I thought he was just jogging! I was just here with my boyfriend, ah—!”

“That explained all the noise,” Soul lied easily, looking up at the officer. When the officer looked at him, his brows pinched together for a second before he unwisely shook his gut feeling off.  “We saw some guy run down the block but there’s been a lot of joggers recently…”

Easy, Soul would say. Easy and very, very lucky this officer did not question further, did not ask them to step out of the vehicle for further questions; lucky that the officer was distracted by a series of shouts from up-ahead that validated their lies. Easy, Soul would sigh out as he pushed off the girl.

“Bank heist, huh?” the woman glared. “Where’s the money?”

“No money,” Soul scowled, glaring back. “Yet. I just needed a specific code and it was hard as hell to get and I don’t need your shit, alright, thanks for helping me out. Later,” he was about to kick open the back door when she grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back between her legs. Wide eyes stared up to find her leaning over him, her ash pigtails falling over her shoulder to graze his cheek. He felt cold metal against his temple and her smirk was reminiscent of the cutting ones he saw back when he was part of an old hack division in a mafia.

“I don’t save anyone for free.”

Soul closed his eyes and thinned his lips. Of course she didn’t; he wouldn’t, he grudgingly admitted. “What do you want?”

“Ten thousand should cover it.” She told him, innocently.

“Ten­­—!” Soul choked. He sent her a terrible glower. “Fuck off, pigtails, you’re not suckering out ten grand from me—!” She pressed the gun to his temple with a raised brow. Soul flatly said, “You do that a lot but don’t follow up.”

“If I did, I’d get no money,”

“On that note—!”

“But I’m sure you’ll still live if I,” she lowered the gun down to his thigh then smiled dangerously and moved the muzzle to rest on his groin. Soul slit his eyes. “The great thing about this gun is that it’s not a real gun,” she explained nonchalantly. “It’s an air-gun. Relatively quiet, with no accidental deaths should it go off. However, at point-blank range…”

Soul grinned wryly, rogue eyes darkening at her tone. He used his knuckle to push her back, leaning forward to hiss, “Five and you can fuck off.” She wore a black crop top, revealing her taut stomach. He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers.

“Ten,” she stated, firmly, and leaned closer to him. He could smell her peppermint breath, tickling his nose. Her lashes were long and fair; he could see her fine cheekbones, touch them almost. He flicked his eyes up to her pretty green, a forest of shadows. “And you can fuck off with both legs functioning.” She smirked again. “Among other things.” She made sure he did not forget as she tapped his groin meaningfully.  

Despite himself, the corners of his lips twitched upward. She was willing to fuck him up if it meant getting her due; he respected that. When her own curled up as well, as if reading his thoughts, he decided his fate could be a lot worse than being blackmailed by a pretty thug with dark green eyes and a grin to match.

“Alright, but you’re gonna’ have to cool it with the gun, okay, it’s seriously uncool!”

“I’ll cool it when I have ten grand in my suitcase,” she sniffed but lowered her weapon. When his eyes flicked down for a moment, he saw the garter—no, holster that clung to her lean thighs. Her ruffle skirt was tight on her; he wondered just what she did for a living. She looked like any other pretty California girl dressed down like this. He knew better by the frosty look in her eyes, the hard line of her mouth.

“Just what do you do?” Soul meant it as an ice-breaker, expected her to scoff at him or ignore him, as he crawled back to the driver’s seat. He stiffened when he felt the muzzle of that damn air-gun back on his side, felt her warmth as she leaned forward and watched him turn on the car.

“I’m a weapon for hire,” she told him nonchalantly and he froze. “And short on a job right now.”

He groaned and let his face plant on the wheel. “Figures it’s my luck to get stuck with some sort of fucking femme fatale.”

“Just drive, you idiot,” she rolled her eyes.

“Do I at least get a name?” Soul muttered, flooring it, and sniggering when she jerked forward with a yelp and her grip on her air-gun loosened. But it stopped being so funny when she smacked the back of his head with the butt of the gun. Just as he was swearing up a storm, car swiveling dangerously, she spoke and he happened to catch her sparkling eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“My name is Maka.”

 “Soul,” he replied and let out a long-suffering sigh when she decided his groin would be a lovely place to store the muzzle of her goddamn-gun. Again.

“Nice alias.”

“I’m serious, my name is Soul,” he insisted, slightly offended. “Ain’t giving a hit-man my fuckin’ last name, but my first name is weird enough to pass as an alias and most people don’t ask, okay? Weirdo,” he mumbled as an after-thought, then regretted it when she flicked his earlobe. “Ow!”

“I’ll believe you this one time,” she ignored his whining. “But try to lie to me and you’re getting shot where it hurts the most.”

Soul groaned internally. This woman was sure to be his end one way or another. All he wanted was a dumb code to get some dumb money so he could never work another day in his life, was that too much to ask for?

Maka’s gun on his groin said yes.

#soul eater #soma #soul evans #maka albarn #scurwrites #fic #car jack au

[resbangmod]

Resbang 2015 Throwbacks, Week 8

Time to get hype for this year’s Resbang, and what better way to do so than to check out the ghosts of Resbangs Past!

Come say hi to this year’s participants and mods on Discord!

This year’s schedule can be found here: beep

Check out these entries from resbang 2015!

[Τ] That Girl is a Goddamn Problem [Kilik/Liz, minor Tsubaki/Black Star, minor Maka/Soul]

Elizabeth “Liz” Thompson is wanted for violating terms of parole, possession of illegal firearms, and drug charges. A Caucasian female around nineteen years of age, she was initially incarcerated for attempted armed robbery and participation in a street gang. Last seen in Death City at former place of employment, Deathbucks. Known associates include her former manager Kilik Rung, colleagues Blake Barett and Solon Evans, and sister Patricia “Patty” Thompson. Assumed armed and dangerous. $10,000 reward for information leading to arrest and conviction.

Warnings: gun/weapons mention, drug mention, death mention, sexual themes, language

by author: Rainshatteredsky, dead link

with artist: Yonderlie @yonder-land

Read it here: [[ff.net][ao3][tumblr]]

View it here: [tumblr]

[M] Chase of Tales [Soul/Maka, Tsubaki/Black Star, Stein/Marie]

As a young child, Maka dreamt of adventures and piracy. Guided by her dreams she joined Shibusen, ruled under the sinister thumb of Captain Soul Eater. Caught in a deadly race with the ship Arachnophobia, all chasing the legendary Oni’s Treasure, where only one can claim the first true pirate’s riches.

Warnings: Sexual content, gore, near death experience and Giriko shenanigans

by author: OblivionTime @oblivion-time

with artist: GunningTwice @gunningtwice

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [tumblr]

[T] Cloudburst [Soul/Maka, minor Liz/Kid, Liz/Tsubaki, Tsubaki/Black Star]

Cursed by a witch in an effort to save his soul, Soul Evans resigns himself to the fate of being a feral, unadoptable, animal in the sleepy town of Death City—that is, until the green-eyed volunteer with a loving smile and compassionate laugh catches his attention. She may just prove to be the catharsis needed to help him learn his lesson in redemption before it’s too late.

Warnings: language

by author: Poisoned Scarlet @scurwrites

with artist: Sugarintolerant @sugarintolerant

and artist: Sojustifiable@sojustifiable

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [Sugarintolerant: [tumblr], dead link] [Sojustifiable: [tumblr]]

[M] Heistception [Soul/Maka, Marie/Stein, Medusa/Stein, several incidental side pairings]

Ocean’s Eleven/Fast & Furious AU. Marie Mjolnir left prison with a plan. Medusa had burned down her strip club, seduced her husband, and taken her foster children from her. Luckily the kids are all grown up, and are more than willing to help her pull off a very ambitious casino heist using the casino’s annual off road race as cover. Unfortunately, Medusa’s into a lot more than gambling, and the price of failure might be very high indeed (though not, Soul thinks, as unbearably torturous as Black Star’s kazoo playing or Maka’s backseat driving).

Warnings: violence, language, some implied sexual antics, stripper-related nudity, alcohol use, drugs, organized crime

by author: Bones  @adulterclavis

with artist: Adorabbey @adorabbey

and artist: Darkpurply @darkpurply

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [Darkpurply: [tumblr]] [Adorabbey: [tumblr]]

[M] Dreams of Long Summer Nights [Soul/Eater, implied Stein/Marie, Kim/Jackie, Star/Star]

“She remembers why they went here all those times. The beautiful smell, chirping birds, humidity in the air… Well no wonder her mama deemed it as her most favourite place in the world. She quickly discards her flip-flops, burrowing her toes in the moist choppy grass, props her arms on her hips and breaths in a lungful of the wonderful clean air. So this is Lake Tahoe.” Camp!Au with smoker/mechanic!Soul and know-it-all/bearcat!Maka. When it's not just about a burning summer passion but rather about finding someone you can trust and love and maybe hit a good few times on the head. Rebang 2015

Warnings: frequent strong language, nudity, mentions of sexs, drug usage

by author: PeppermintPoppy, dead link

with artist: Mssketch, dead link

Read it here: [ff.net]

View it here: [tumblr], dead link

[T] Didn’t You Flash Your Green Eyes at Me [Gen, Soul/Maka, Black*Star/Tsubaki, background Stein/Marie]

Soul Eater is a Jedi with a chip on his shoulder, a bounty on his head, and a mission to complete. He’s been tasked by Jedi Master Stein to retrieve the pieces of an ancient Sith artefact before it can fall into the hands of Imperial Admiral Medusa Gorgon or her mercenary crew. He wasn’t counting on Maka Albarn – top cadet in her class at the Imperial Naval Academy – and unknowingly, a Force-sensitive in a galaxy where to be a Jedi is to court death. Together they must find the artefact before it falls into the wrong hands and its terrible power is once again unleashed.

Warnings: canon-compliant violence, minor character death via human sacrifice, mentions of genocide

by author: Victoriapyrrhi @victoriapyrrhi

with artist: Alliumcepa93 @allium-cepa-39

and artist: Phfsiiing @haleyhams

Read it here: [ff.net][ao3]

View it here: [Alliumcepa93: [tumblr]] [Phfsiing: [tumblr]]

Some of the art is no longer at the links provided. If any of the artists, authors, or their partners see their resbang team is missing art, and they want to be included to the throwbacks, please shoot us​ a message!

#soul eater #resbang #resbang 2015 #resbang throwbacks #long post

[scurwrites]

co-stars au kaneki and sasaki

.13 co-stars au – Tokyo Ghoul, re

Sasaki Haise can’t stand it—he clutches his head, trembling, because he can hear his voice and it rasps in his ear—accept me, accept me, accept me—and every time he closes his eyes, the voice gets louder and louder until it’s white noise, a scratching of nails down a chalkboard, a hammer meeting temperate metal, and just when Sasaki thinks he can uncurl himself, he is back at his ear and—

“Okay, Ken, back off,” Sasaki twitches, breaking character, and immediately the director is poking his head out from the behind the white screen and scowling at him. “Short break!”

Ken is frowning rather abashedly, scratching the back of his head. He backs off immediately and this timid Kaneki is so starkly different than the bloody psychopath Sasaki watches that he cannot believe how much of a great actor Ken Kaneki truly is. “Um, sorry. I didn’t—if I made you uncomfortable, I wasn’t trying to—!”

“The whole fucking point is to make him uncomfortable—you’re in his head!” Nishiki shouts from across the studio, sipping pretentiously on some Jamba Juice concoction. Ken winces, nodding. “C’mon, Ken, move it, we gotta’ tight schedule!”

Ken turns back to Sasaki, who is dusting off his CCG costume coat with an unusual frown on his face. It wasn’t like the two didn’t spend enough time together backstage to not be friends—they were on pretty friendly terms, and the fact that they looked alike had quickly become no issue over the weeks—but Ken guesses that hovering over his shoulder like that, pulling on his best ‘i-am-mentally-unstable-let-me-eat-you-from-the-inside-out-literally’ persona can make any person uncomfortable when it’s being shot for the twentieth time.

“Maybe we should switch, not like anyone would notice,” Sasaki says, wearily.

“I would!” Tsukiyama muffles out from behind the white screen. “Ken, I would! KEN! KANEKI!”

Sasaki smiles, ignoring Touka’s hissing shut up, you fucking disgrace in favor of looking at Ken. “He sure likes you.”

Ken just pulls the long strands of his white hair down his face and groans. 

#scurwrites #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #sasaki haise #ken kaneki #tsukiyama shuu #kirishima touka #numbers prompt

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37. meeting in prison au?

.37 meeting in prison au – zankyou no terror

Note: I’ve been wanting to write a fic for this show and since the ask had no specific show/pairing, I decided to use it to my advantage. This is canon-verse since it does not necessarily stray into au territory. It takes place a few years after the events of the anime.

Lisa curls up in the corner of the prison cell, burying her face in her knees, wanting nothing more than to shut her eyes and pretend this is not happening—this is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening. But it is happening because Lisa has never been strong-willed or lucky. She’s weak and always hides within the bigger shadow, curling into herself the most she can without disappearing completely. Lisa is crippled in her self, caged within the range of her own mind, and Twelve’s absence is like an added gap in her heart—her mind, her soul, because he gave her courage, ambition.

He gave her a platform to stand on.

And, for a while, in her grief of his death, she had mourned silently and absently—going to school, but not aware of her surroundings; doing her work, and being surprised at her good marks; graduating, and letting the flash photography gently blot out the reality she has to live with now.

This is how it all begins, six years later as she had been walking to her university classes. She needs to take difficult classes for a difficult major—computer science, inspired by Nine’s inspiring script-writing, his hacking, his everything when it came to electronics and the net. It reminds Lisa of them and when they had been a group, when they had accepted her—however briefly—into their dynamic. It was a time when she had something, friends and people who accepted her—and she wants that again even if it means hunching over difficult math problems, scripts, HTML coding, algorithms, and web development ‘til she nearly cries because it’s so, so, so hard.

She’s not special at what she does; she passes as average, adequate, never inspiring like Nine or shining like Twelve; overlooked by professors but always with decent marks.

She cannot brag over anything.

She never can.

The fact that she created that key generator for a friend counts as nothing; it’s nothing her other classmates can’t create. It’s not a difficult program when you dig into the nitty-gritty of it, when one bothers to flip open a Dummy’s Guide To book and follow instructions. Yet it is her fault—criminal accomplice, they say; guilty, they decide; two years in country prison on the grounds of cybercrime, they rule; and all she can do is stare, stare, stare and slide down the wall in the bathroom stall when she is alone because this is not, not not how her life is supposed to go.

It cannot end before it even began; it cannot end again, not in this way, in such a conscious way.

Why couldn’t this have happened when she was together with Nine and Twelve, she thinks ruefully after the ruling. Why could it not have been then, when their imprisonment would have meant they would live; trapped, but breathing?

Prison proves to be unrelenting for Lisa. They do not treat her kindly, not even when she does everything they ask and lets not a groan be heard. The guards are merciless and the inmates inside are worse, coercing her into giving them her meals, the few things she was allowed to bring into the correction centre, her voice. They taunt her and it reminds her of high school except she does not have Twelve to disrupt them, she only has the four walls of her cell at the end of the day.

It goes on like this for three months, and then an accident occurs: Lisa is caught at a wrong place, wrong time, just at the cusp of a prison riot, and she is shoved against a wall and her head hits the metal bars harder than she believes. There’s blood and screaming and a stampede of footfalls but Lisa is left gazing at her bloody prints blankly because they remind her of Twelve and how his blood pooled beneath him that day long, long, long ago and she has this intense urge to cry—no, bawl because it wasn’t fair, they took him—took Twelve and Nine—away from her, her two boys, the only people who mattered to her in such a crucial moment in her life, and now she is alone and here she is bleeding on the wall and wishing it all would just go away, go away, GO AWAY—

She wakes up in the infirmary to a kindly middle-aged nurse who talks to her slowly, has her follow a pen-light a few times, and tells her if she feels nauseous, dizzy, hard of breathing?

“I’m tired,” Lisa tells her quietly.

“Of course, it’s been a rough day for you,” the nurse sympathizes, but Lisa just rests back on the gurney and closes her eyes. She is woken up three hours later and three hours after that and so on until the next afternoon, when the nurse deems it safe for her to return to her cell and resume her sentence.

No one notices.

One day she is gone, another day she is there.

It’s worse than high school, Lisa decides when she stands in line for lunch, because at least in high school they called roster every single day and here in prison, she is only a number on a sheet in a file in a database.

Lisa’s cellmates are gone when she returns to her cell midday. But this is not unusual: Lisa is always back midday, before their recess is called to a close. But when the cell doors slide to a bolt and they are still not back, then Lisa worries because she doesn’t think she can get along with new cellmates. These two don’t antagonize her, they barely recognize her, and Lisa fears a breakage in this system that has, so far, worked in her favor despite all the turmoil.

She has her knees drawn up to her chest when there’s a bang on her cell bars. She curls into herself a little more and dares to glance up at the guard tapping on her cell—then her lungs feel like they’re being crushed between two desperate fists, because she cannot breathe, only stare at the familiar fox grin that shines out underneath the guards hat, dancing gray eyes that bore into her own with a newfound maturity, a unshakeable simplicity; adult, she thinks dumbly, because he no longer a child and she is no longer a girl.

Adult, the word echoes, but what she says instead is, “Twelve.”

“Mashima, Lisa?” He grins, poking his hat up with his index finger—careless in the way she remembers, his black uniform spotless—no, bloodless because he is not lying on a pool of his own blood, he is breathing, living, here with her and she wants to scream but also sob so she stays quiet and stares in awe. “Congratulations!” He announces, cheerily. “You are hereby released from prison! Please follow me so we can finalize your release forms!”

She wonders, just wonders, if she will ever, ever shine in places other than between them and finds she doesn’t care as the cell doors slide open, Twelve’s grin as bright as midday sunlight.

#zankyou no terror #lisa mashima #twelve #scurwrites #terror in resonance #numbers prompt