マカ=アルバーン

My name is Maka Albarn and I'm currently a student studying at the DWMA. I'm determined to become a great meister like my mother and ignore my terrible papa. I work hard to help keep balance in the world and I couldn't do it without my partner Soul. If a kishin gets in the way I'll be sure to take its soul. ((Member of NRFTW RP Group))

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//Sorry for the lack of activity guys. It's the last week of classes/finals week here

Once summer officially hits I will be much more active. 

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source : m1k

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here’s a little KiMa doodle i did at like 3 in the morning

i guess i’ll… leave it…here… 

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Soul and Maka in the Sun by *NebulaInferno

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100話

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Made by YoukaiYume on DeviantART.com

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Manka runs by ~Jazzie560 (Tumblr art account)

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Soul x Maka session 4/10

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Soul x Maka render by ~Lh96H

[shapeofthesoul]

Courage

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“Excuse, me?” Maka felt color rush to her face out of anger more than embarrassment. For a microsecond, Maka had thought Soul was going to be nice and possibly supportive. 

Grabbing a tissue from the purse slung over her shoulder Maka wiped the makeup from her face before grabbing a nearby book and chucking it straight at Soul’s head.

“You’re an asshole. Don’t wait up for me.”

Maka slammed the door to their tiny apartment behind her. Anger and hurt gripped her heart as she stomped down the stairs to wait on the stoop for her date. 

Maka fancied herself an idiot at that moment. She had figured out all of the odd feelings that she had been experiencing throughout the day. They were her feelings for Soul trying to get in the way of outing that night. The guilt, hurt, and shame were all because she still loved Soul. Clearly, it was an unrequited love. 

With a frustrated sigh, Maka laid her head in her hands. This was it. She had to give up on him. They weren’t always going to live together. Soul would never love her. He would begin dating other girls and Maka would start seeing other boys. Eventually they would drift apart and meet only because of their job.

Maybe it was for the best, though. It would save them both a lot of hurt. Well, mostly Maka.

The meister’s finally attuned ears heard someone approaching. She looked up to see Kyo coming towards her with a charming smile and small bouquet of flowers in hand.

Yes, maybe it was time to move on.

[shapeofthesoul]

The balled up tissue found its target, striking the baffled scythe directly between the crease of his snowy brows with its almost insignificant weight. One corner of Soul’s mouth turned down in a distasteful sneer. What the hell? What had he said?! She’d never worn make-up before.. so of course the sight of concealer and eye shadow smeared all over her face would invoke such a reaction from him. Seeing Maka’s pretty, pale face all painted up like… like a clown? It was just weird!

He clenched his teeth in frustration, attempting to call after her. “Maka, wa—” but his sentence was cut short by the sharp slam of the door. “…shit.” He sighed, slumping against the couch cushions and resting his carmine eyes in the heels of his palms. Dammit. ..real smooth, cool guy.

He ground his sharp rows of teeth against one another, so tightly that his jaw began to pulse and ache. ..what the hell was he doing? Just sitting on the couch while the girl he… that he… tsk. While his Meister sauntered out the door and down the road with some random guy. Who the hell was this jerk, anyway? What did he have that made him so cool? …that Soul didn’t have? The would-be-Deathscythe swallowed the swell of inferiority that bubbled up in his esophagus, burning the back of his throat like corrosive acid. 

…he sat there because he knew he wasn’t good enough. ..just look at her. Brilliant, courageous… and him, pseudo-cool and falsely confident. Too afraid of ruining their tenuous friendship to ever voice his intentions. …only throw insults at her. Tiny tits, bookworm, mushroom-head, idiot…

‘What the hell is all over your face?’

….shit.

He was off the couch without any real conscious consideration, nimble piano fingers curling around the windowsill and lifting the glass pane just high enough to poke his spiky, pallid head through. Carmine irises swiveling to the focus on the tiny form of his Meister, waiting on the sidewalk below. 

”..Oi, Maka!” He called out, making certain to reign in her attention completely with his roguish tenor before reitterating what he felt was so important to emphasize.

“….you look cooler without it, is all.” He leveled before withdrawing his shoulders back into the tiny wooden panel, closing the window behind him.

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Maka ignored Soul's words which tumbled down on her from the window above. She needed to be strong. Soul was most likely apologizing to avoid the Maka Chop she had planned for him later. It wouldn't be the first time after all. 

Instead, Maka focused on the boy before her. Kyo was handsome with dark hair and eyes that reminded her of a clear summer's day. He was tall and lanky, somewhat like her. Kyo got good grades and enjoyed books as much as she did. Why wouldn't she be happy with him.

Maka felt a familiar blush rise to her cheeks as Kyo approached her and handed over the flowers. She smiled genuinely and let the boy take her hand. She decided she would follow him. He was nothing like the kind of guy her father was and he was safer than Soul.

Clutching the flowers to her chest she allowed Kyo to help her into his car. Butterflies in stomach responded to the rev of the engine and then they were off. Maka breathed slowly as she watched the apartment fade in the rear view mirror.

[shapeofthesoul]

Courage

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It took quite some time, but Maka finally decided on an outfit. She vaguely remembered Soul muttering something about a particular pair of denim shorts looking cute on her. The recollection made her heart do funny things, but she ignored it. 

She paired the shorts with a cute top and thigh high socks. Finally,  Maka ventured into territory that she rarely stepped into. The blonde haired meister applied a light amount of makeup to herself and made sure her hair was in perfect order. She made some finishing touches, was somewhat accepting of what she saw in the mirror, and finally made her way towards the door as the time of her pick up was approaching. 

Maka passed Soul spread out on the couch as she walked towards the door. She raised a brow at the oddly aloof look plastered across his face. 

“You sure you’re okay? Also, I need your opinion. Do you think this outfit looks okay?” Maka waited patiently for what she hoped would be a somewhat decent reply from Soul. 

[shapeofthesoul]

Soul struggled to keep his wavelength in check at the sudden appearance of his Meister; damn, she’d gotten ready quickly. He held his lazy stance against the couch, feet propped up onto the coffee table in the manner which he knew she detested. He sneered in response to her question, finally directing his gaze towards her.

“I told you, I can take care of m—-“

His sentence was cut short when his burgundy irises make contact with her so-slender ankles, drawing up the profile of her bare, willowy legs that looked so soft his sharp-toothed mouth was practically watering. He always drooled.. but for a different reason, now. It must’ve been embarrassing; he probably didn’t realize how uncool he looked, jaw slack as his gaze roamed up the tiny, modest frame of his Meister… so small he could break her over his knee.

Gathering his jaw off the floor and shaking the initial shock off, the trance was severed when his gaze made direct contact with her face. His brows creased in confusion and… disapproval?

“The outfit’s great.. but what the actual hell is all over your face?”

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"Excuse, me?" Maka felt color rush to her face out of anger more than embarrassment. For a microsecond, Maka had thought Soul was going to be nice and possibly supportive. 

Grabbing a tissue from the purse slung over her shoulder Maka wiped the makeup from her face before grabbing a nearby book and chucking it straight at Soul's head.

"You're an asshole. Don't wait up for me."

Maka slammed the door to their tiny apartment behind her. Anger and hurt gripped her heart as she stomped down the stairs to wait on the stoop for her date. 

Maka fancied herself an idiot at that moment. She had figured out all of the odd feelings that she had been experiencing throughout the day. They were her feelings for Soul trying to get in the way of outing that night. The guilt, hurt, and shame were all because she still loved Soul. Clearly, it was an unrequited love. 

With a frustrated sigh, Maka laid her head in her hands. This was it. She had to give up on him. They weren't always going to live together. Soul would never love her. He would begin dating other girls and Maka would start seeing other boys. Eventually they would drift apart and meet only because of their job.

Maybe it was for the best, though. It would save them both a lot of hurt. Well, mostly Maka.

The meister's finally attuned ears heard someone approaching. She looked up to see Kyo coming towards her with a charming smile and small bouquet of flowers in hand.

Yes, maybe it was time to move on.