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This is my main blog, where I talk about Soul Eater and generally about my thoughts and writing. I now have other blogs, which I will list below.
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@dozing-wavelength: A blog for the other shows I like.
@awake-wavelength: A blog for the games I like/play.
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Is there a Soul who is a lightbulb?
There have been a handful before! But for today: Here we have the Soulbulb, a soul in a bulb that could power an entire string of- Oh dear, the lamp hoarder found him.
no more daddy’s little girl
Your black and white pen style reminds me of old cartoons! Can I request Maka as Betty Boop and Soul as Bimbo the Dog?
Swingin’ with the oldies
Maka one last time
smoke
little monster
Can't tell me these two didn't fuck at least once
Any variants you may find “sexy” (adult of course)
Your monster anatomy is great
[Okay, pertinent context that I received this ask right after drawing Soul as a horse in a bikini for an art meme, LMAO]
As for the question: No, I don't personally experience attraction to them, but I'm sure some variants are probably seen as such.
...Case in point, Weaver and Nobones, who are now being nominated for "Tumblr Sexyman" status by the SoMa Cult.
“Oi Pissface, you ’sposed to be some kinda snazzy-suit CEO wannabe of Shitsville?”
“...Is that supposed to be an insult? I wonder if you'd even make for a worthwhile snack.”
The Scorpion and the Witch
A moonlit ruined cathedral stands atop a cliff overlooking a city engulfed in flames. Broken stained-glass windows cast crimson and violet light across cracked stone floors. The wind carries ash through the empty halls as two sinister figures meet in the darkness.
One arrives with slow, graceful footsteps.
The other drops from the ceiling with a manic laugh.
Tyrian Callows: (landing upside down before flipping onto his feet)
"Hehehehehe... what a delightful place."
He inhales deeply.
"I can smell fear."
Shaula Gorgon (without looking up from the magical sigils floating around her hand)
"Fear."
"It lingers here."
"It always does after hope dies."
Tyrian slowly circles her like a curious predator.
His scorpion tail sways behind him.
His crimson eyes never blink.
Tyrian
"So..."
"You're the witch I've heard whispers about."
Shaula calmly meets his gaze.
"And you're Salem's favorite madman."
Tyrian grins.
"Oh!"
"You know about me!"
"I'm honored!"
Shaula closes her spellbook.
"Your reputation spreads."
"Massacres."
"Poison."
"Madness."
"You leave little mystery."
Tyrian bursts into laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I do love making first impressions!"
He suddenly appears inches from her face.
"But tell me..."
"What kind of witch enjoys walking through graveyards alone?"
Shaula doesn't flinch.
"The kind that isn't afraid of monsters."
Silence.
Then—
Tyrian begins clapping enthusiastically.
"Wonderful!"
"Absolutely wonderful!"
Tyrian
"I like you already."
Outside...
Lightning tears across the sky.
Several flying Grimm circle overhead.
A massive Nevermore lands atop the cathedral.
It watches.
Waiting.
Shaula steps toward one of the broken windows.
"The world fears creatures."
"They should fear people instead."
Tyrian walks beside her.
"You understand."
"Most killers pretend."
"They invent excuses."
"They say they're protecting someone."
"They say justice."
"They say necessity."
He smiles.
"I simply enjoy it."
Shaula nods.
"Honesty."
"A rare quality."
Tyrian laughs quietly.
"Hehehe..."
He taps one claw against the stone floor.
"So..."
"What do YOU enjoy?"
Shaula watches the burning city.
"The moment."
"When hope realizes it has already lost."
Tyrian's grin somehow grows wider.
"Oh..."
"That's beautiful."
He spreads his arms dramatically.
"I enjoy that moment too!"
"When courage..."
"...becomes panic."
"When determination..."
"...becomes screaming."
He twirls one blade.
"And then..."
"Silence."
Shaula calmly raises one finger.
Purple magic dances around it.
"I prefer the silence before the scream."
Tyrian whistles.
"Elegant."
A loud explosion echoes in the distance.
Another building collapses.
Tyrian watches it with childlike excitement.
"They're running."
Shaula
"They always run."
Tyrian
"They never learn."
Shaula
"They always believe someone will save them."
Tyrian chuckles.
"And when no one comes..."
Together...
"They despair."
Both smile.
Tyrian suddenly sits atop a broken altar.
"You know..."
"Most people call me insane."
Shaula folds her arms.
"They fear what they cannot predict."
Tyrian nods enthusiastically.
"Exactly!"
"You understand me!"
He leans back.
"But you're different."
"You don't kill because you're angry."
"You don't kill for revenge."
Shaula answers calmly.
"No."
Tyrian
"You kill because..."
Shaula finishes.
"...I choose to."
Tyrian places a hand dramatically over his heart.
"I think I'm going to cry."
Shaula almost smiles.
"You won't."
Tyrian laughs.
"No."
"I won't."
Several Beowolves emerge from the darkness.
They instinctively bow toward Tyrian.
Shaula watches them.
"They obey you."
Tyrian scratches one beneath its mask.
"They know who's on their side."
Shaula looks toward the Grimm.
"Interesting."
"In my world..."
"Even monsters fear witches."
Tyrian grins.
"In mine..."
"The monsters follow Salem."
A brief silence falls.
Tyrian tilts his head.
"So."
"If our worlds collided..."
"Would we fight?"
Shaula thinks.
"For a while."
Tyrian laughs.
"Only for a while?"
Shaula nods.
"To measure one another."
Tyrian
"And after?"
Shaula's eyes narrow.
"We would discover we have the same enemies."
Tyrian begins pacing excitedly.
"Oh..."
"Oh, I like that."
He imagines it.
"Huntsmen..."
"Death Scythes..."
"Students..."
"Heroes..."
His grin becomes positively feral.
"All trying to stop us."
Shaula quietly adds,
"They would fail."
Tyrian spins one blade.
"They always believe teamwork wins."
Shaula
"They forget villains can cooperate too."
Tyrian suddenly points toward the burning city.
"Look."
"They're rebuilding."
Shaula watches tiny lights appear as survivors gather together.
"They still have hope."
Tyrian sighs dramatically.
"Should we fix that?"
Shaula slowly lifts her hand.
Dark purple magic coils around her fingers.
Tyrian's blades glint beneath the moonlight.
His tail curls high over his shoulder.
For a long moment...
Neither moves.
They simply watch.
Two predators observing prey that has no idea it has been found.
Tyrian quietly says,
"You know..."
"I think we're going to get along."
Shaula answers in the same calm tone.
"I believe so."
Tyrian extends one clawed hand.
"Partners?"
Shaula considers it...
...then shakes his hand.
"Partners."
The cathedral trembles as Grimm cries echo across the mountains.
Purple magic swirls around Shaula.
Tyrian's tail lashes eagerly.
The wind extinguishes the last candle in the ruined hall.
Darkness swallows everything.
Then—
Tyrian begins laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Shaula lets out a rare, cold chuckle.
"Heh... heh..."
Tyrian laughs even harder.
"HAHAHAHAHA! This is going to be FUN!"
For the first time, Shaula joins in fully.
"Hahahaha..."
Their laughter grows louder, echoing through the ruined cathedral as the Grimm answer with howls beneath the crimson moon, heralding the beginning of a terrifying alliance.
But instead of stingray, what about Steinray?
A mischievous creature.
killer couple
Crona
my babyyyyyyyy
last year's medusa gorgon. me when i curse u ↗️↗️↗️↗️↗️↗️
thoughts on the theory that Soul's hair naturally is black but he colours it white because it is like a japanese delinquent thing?
Oh, I don't think I've ever heard of it, actually! Sounds almost like a reverse Brendan situation, hah
I usually see AU's where Soul's hair turns white or he dyes it for some reason or another, so this sounds like a pretty unique take. As far as the theory goes, I don't feel like it holds up in canon due to depictions of his past self, but it plays well with his design given the whole haircare thing.
Takes me back to an AU I tossed around at one point, though, where Soul was a bit of a delinquent with a Pangoro, but that's mostly to balance out living with his florist grandma.
They look after any Grass Pokemon that end up hurt, so he has a habit of trying to keep an eye on anyone who has trouble standing up for themselves, all while hiding his worrying behind a broody stare.
Once you figure out the perfect brushes for yourself, digital painting actually starts to be as easy to navigate, as traditional oil
Edit: cosplayers are so cool
