TRIGGER FINGER. (ap.)

ind. & sel. death the kidd of soul eater

[puddinsbby-blog]

[editblogger]

DAY ONE OF DTK WEEK: ↳ SMILE.

@dtkweek.

[prod8gy]

♱ @spacefell

❝ You... see that, don’t you? ❞

He couldn’t stop staring. His eyes felt permanently glued to this tiny detail — fur.

Kidd was not one to own a pet, let alone be surrounded by one even on occasion. How many pets did this girl alone have, exactly? She was covered with animal hair from head to toe, furballs and loose hairs scattered upon her black clothing, making the white hairs stand out from a mile away. (Come now Kidd, you’re one to talk.)

Using his index finger and thumb in replacement of tweezers, he pinched and plucked a few loose hairs off of the frames of the girls glasses. He wondered how she could ignore something so close to her field of vision. This gesture was perhaps an out of bounds mean of ‘ personal space ‘ and need he apologize, but it genuinely bothered the boy.

❝ I assume your bedding and other clothing is covered in this stuff as well. ❞

[prod8gy]

♱  @notegoddess

❝ Are you done? My hair doesn’t serve purpose to be a pass-time, you know.. ❞

The lines that decorated the reapers hair were constantly commented as ‘adorable’ or ‘odd’, and it was clear which one was the case this time. Misa was known for being typically drawn to both things of the sorts, but judging by her excited squeals and rummaging her digits through the lines of his hair in excited motions, perhaps she found them too adorable.

❝ Is this how you normally treat others? ❞ How the boy had gotten himself caught up in this situation was beyond his memory, and he had no idea how much longer she planned to take. He was far beyond embarrassed.

[editblogger]

DAY FOUR OF DTK WEEK: ↳ MADNESS.

@dtkweek.

[neneanberry]

maybe i should draw him smiling for once

[herstealth-deactivated20190119]

@prod8gy

        A feminine hooded figure lingered upon a rooftop, body leaned over           to examine the new surroundings. Her steady blue gaze scanned the            area- eagle vision activated to find any sort of clue as to how to get back           to London, or rather, how she got in this strange place to begin with. It’s            not long before her eyes catch some male from below- who seemed to have           seen her. Damn.             Quickly, she throws a smoke bomb and runs off to the next rooftop to the           next- hoping to lose him with a few smoke bombs, and even lounging herself          on the ground- silent thump, before making her way behind a building where          she could hide herself.

[prod8gy]

❝ Lost your way, have you? ❞

The boy was always one step ahead, but most certainly not in this situation. He was caught off guard, had not even saying a word or even attempting to harm the stranger, he was still attacked. He held no hesitation in chasing them down, though. Quickly summoning Beelzebub, he quickly followed the senses of this strangers soul. He sensed wavelengths of confusion and melancholy, he could not decipher if this soul was entirely of good or entirely of evil. This made have to investigate even more.

Being the new sworn in headmaster of Death City, Kidd took it upon himself to take measures into his own hands. He fought to keep this city at peace, and if need be, he would do it again. Some may see him as a nosy boy, sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. But when the risk of someone in his peaceful city being in harms way was at hand, that was a risk he did not want to take.

The buildings among the property were falling in, had been recently demolished, or were so small that taking shelter would be fruitless due to the lack of space. One building by whatever means managed to survive the neglect of the area. The roofing and walls were not too damaged and by the looks of the size and outside architecture, it was a old abandoned church. Eliminating the chances of this assumed enemy making way to one of the many tattered buildings, Kidd assumed correctly they would take shelter into this one. Shameful for this mystery person to cause such chaos in a place of prayer.

Having quickly assumed the building this person would have chosen, he wasted no time making his way inside before they did. Honestly, was being sneaky and scary really called for? Awaiting for the second party to enter the building, he stood behind her, wasting no time lifting his pistols in the off chance she quickly turned to attack.

❝ Now then, show your face. Who are you and what are you after? ❞

[neneanberry]

look at the delicious inconsistency weeps in a corner

[prod8gy]

‘ i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out. ’

♱ Ask Meme - Accepting

❝ Oh? I assume it depends on what you enjoy, of course. Not all things you enjoy can be calming. ❞

❝ For instance, having a party and inviting your friends can be calming. Unless.. your friends walk right past the doormat without wiping their feet.. or not using coasters under their ice cold drinks.. or leaving water splashes along your bathroom sink that drive you absolutely insane… ❞

He grew silent, staring at the tiles of the floor.

❝ I.. think I’m going to be sick… ❞

[neneanberry]

best boy

[prod8gy]

♱  @jokersene​

❝ You’re finished. ❞

Finally, cornered.

It was rare that Death City had days of peace and quiet, and today was one of those blue papermoons. Such bliss there was for a time, until the unfortunate ring of the Gallows Manor security alarms broke all peace. With no hesitation, the three siblings were not too far behind their target. What he stole was no mere jewel or amount of money; but an artifact. Kidd hated a lot of things: book pages with bent corners, that humid air that lingers after it rains, sloppy handwriting, but above all things he hated thieves.

Magic tools were two sides of the same coin; good and evil. Depending on the beholder and the will of their intentions, an infinite amount of madness could be set free. Whatever this man had in mind to do with such power, Kidd needed no explanation.

❝ I must admit how impressive your stealth is. You certainly are fast. ❞

As much as is choice of words rung like praise, it certainly was not applause. He had no remorse nor any respect towards those who do wrong.

❝ Now then, ❞ he spoke, the only sound to follow was the slight clank of his pistol as he raised it toward the masked one. ❝ You’d be wise to return that tool before you regret your next decision. ❞

[prod8gy]

like for a starter. 💀

[lilac-rph]

      How does it feel             Knowing your efforts will FAIL?

                      All that you’ve 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 will be torn down.                                        The hope of your people 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥.

[melonishvarts]

[prod8gy]

“I’m really sorry. Liz is MIA.”

❝ … ❞

It’s been three days. Three days since the boy befriended and housed the two pistols. 

It was common sense he could not expect immediate trust in full. The sisters had experienced a wicked, unfortunate life. He wanted to change that, give them a place to call home, give them someone to lean on. He could not give up on them, though. He knew it would be hard, but worth the while. As much as he desperately wanted to approach the situation with the phone call of personal police and widespread searches, he could not. The pistols were outcasts, labeled as street rats. They were to hopefully be relieved of that life now, did he really want to do such a thing to them? Yes, he did, but the possibility of running off the girl even further was a chance he did not want to take.

❝ Thank you for alerting me. ❞ he spoke, standing from his desk. He kept up a calm facade, but boy, was he terrified. Where could she have gone? Was she safe? His mind was silently racing.

❝ Please keep this from Patricia until I come back. ❞  He still referred to their original names, cautiously even. He did not want to overstep any boundaries with giving nicknames too quickly, he wanted to earn that friendship right, and at their comfort as well. Lucky for him, the younger sibling was taking her own tour of the manor. He wanted to handle this situation as subtly as possible, but at the same he was desperate to know the safety of his weapon.

Of course her own sibling would need to know about this first, but for her own safety it was not the time. If the possibility of losing one partner was existing, he did not want to even think of the possibility of losing another. Grabbing an umbrella from the wardrobe of the main floor of the manor, he began to step out the doors. Ignoring the storm that dreadfully poured on such an ironic day, he slowly walked down the pathway of the yard. His steps grew faster every second. He didn’t even notice, he was practically running now. He was worried, and he wanted desperately to know where she is.

[shikidz]

various kid related things lol

[scythereaping-deactivated201810]

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❝ Do you take me for a fool? 

That is not what I said. ❞

Do we recall him asking a question? Do we recall him proposing a good idea? Neither. Her attempts to calm the reaper were fruitless. Did she know who she was dealing with exactly? In hopes, the only dealing she would be making would be for her soul. A deal with the devil.

The screams of familiar voices grew in volume. The more his fist seemed to the close, the louder the tune. At this point, his hand was almost completely closed, in hopes the remaining gap to be closed will make our dear angelic heroine admit to surrender. Pain sang from her loved ones, they needn’t take much longer.

❝ I grow tired of being patient. The choice is yours. ❞

Such a generous reaper to make such statement. Although, her choices were of power or being responsible for death.

            { ♫ };; —-                   Such fruitless task caused the woman’s heart to sink ever the more                   deeply into her chest. Maka looked at the two souls in the maddened                   Kidd’s hands. Emerald irises reflecting them as tears began to form at                   the corner of her eyes.                  She’s sorry. She’s sorry for failing everyone. She’s sorry for                 everything she’s done wrong. She’s sorry.                  She slowly stepped closer to the male, her eyes averted elsewhere                 to avoid eye contact with the reaper. His golden hues shook her to the                  core. Those cold, steady golden eyes.                  A pale hand reached out with hesitance, but her body- her brain was numb.                                  ❝I’ll give you my soul in exchange for them to live.❞                  She murmured, pain gripping her heart. She could already hear Soul scolding her               in the back of her mind, but she blocked it out. She blocked it out for them. All her               feelings pushed aside to protect them.   

[prod8gy]

Music to the devil’s ears, the tune of agreement. A sad strum on the guitar of evil.

❝ Wise decision, my angel. ❞

Little to the angel’s knowledge, the wager was mere illusion. The art of hallucination being one of a reaper’s many talents. Would he simply take the souls of the innocent in such a out of context bribe? Never. He was not so careless, and the souls of his flock here to be preserved. Would we blame the reaper for her naive and careless thinking? That matter was far out of his control. In yet, his planned worked perfectly.

He fluttered his hands to his sides, the souls he held soon out of sight. Ebony lashes fluttered, in amusement at her choice. Floating his way over to her, with black shadows to follow him. What a terrifying entity.

❝ Come now, don’t be dismal. ❞ A hand reached up to lift up the angel’s chin, golden jewels stared into helpless emeralds. ❝ They would be thanking you, proud of you. ❞ Running his thumb softly along her chin, a cold touch leaving a chill up the heroine’s spine.

Her soul was one of the most strong. Most wanted. The vibration of power her soul resonated made his will starve. Hungry for power, hungry for acrimony. Just another asset to make his biggest wish gain closer to reality— destruction.