#kidmaweek

[quantamtheory1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Last Day of KiMa Week 2016 *sob*

This has been an immense amount of fun and I can’t wait until next year! Thank you, Errors0007, for putting this great event together <3

[quantamtheory1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[quantamtheory1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day five done! Mid-challenge ennui has struck. Happy/relieved that I actually finished a whole prompt week, sad that its ending!

[ai-araki]

Day 5: Private Lesson

Theme: Private Lessons/Studying “Jess, if guys don’t open doors for you, then they aren’t worth your time. No need to thank me.” - Jason Stone, Misbehaving from Abbi Glines

 This is a drabble and supposed to be a plot/scene for a Kid x Maka fanfic I had been planning to write, but I am not starting yet until I finished the rest of my fanfics which I am sorry if it is taking too long.

I really love Jason’s qoute, I was planning to draw it for the theme but my scanner suddenly died on me. So sorry. This is also the reason why I haven’t uploaded my Sketch for Day 4.

Summary: In which Maka had died. She was never turned into a shinigami and had left Kid cold. After decades she is now an Angel - a Joy Bringer, but when she had left for a mission she had failed and fallen into earth. 

Characters: Maka Albarn || Death the Kid

Word Count: 436 words.

“How long?”

“What?” I asked him, confused at his question as I feel the tightening grip he have around my waist.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I pushed him off me. I was thankful that he had save me from the fall, but I cannot let him interrogate me further. I know he is aware, conscious that I had been hiding from him this past few weeks, but he had still let me go freely and helped me stand up and regain my footings. “How long have you been human?” I froze, my hands were still on his shoulder and I could feel the burning gaze he is giving me. “Like I said, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Human.

I am not a human. I was one before, but not anymore. Steadying my breath, I walked toward my car. “Then what are you?” He asked, following me. The drama in the party, the scenes, him and this conversion. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to face him and spoke with a tone to silence him. “Don’t you think it is weird to ask that kind of questions? I am Human. Human. Kid. What do you think I am?”

No, I was once a human being. But, after meeting you Kid, I have come to realize that I was not.

I unlocked my car, and continued to walk towards it. “An angel.” “What?” I turned to face him – once again, but he had passed me to open my car door. I was expecting that he would enter and wait for me to drive him, but he was holding the door open.  I stared at him, like he had grown a second head.  This was a first, no one had ever opened a car door for me. Ever.

“Thank you.” I said with a straight face. I still couldn’t let my guard down, couldn’t afford to lose my life once more.

“For what?” He asked with a confused look on his face.”

“For saving me from the fall and opening the car door for me.” I replied.

His eyes went wide as he stared at me. A small smile forming on his face, but I cannot see if it means happiness or sadness. He gently grabbed my hand, his thumb rubbing on the back of it as he look at me. “Maka,  if guys don’t open doors for you, then they aren’t worth your time. No need to thank me.”

I know what you mean Kid. 

[quantamtheory1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[quantamtheory1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ai-araki]

“What Death protects can’t be harmed and baby, You’re the only thing I Protect.”  ⤷ Dank Walker, Predistined by Abbi Glines.

A Line Art (Sketch) for the second theme of Kidma-week. I have redo this for three times. Since my hand won’t corporate and still won’t. 

I just imagine that Kid would often times use the mirror to check up on Maka, whether she knows it or not especially when she is on a mission.

Here is a post/pre comic strip. Also a Sketch since I really can’t do digital art/coloring right now.

Maka: Kid, Stop being over protective! You are acting like my father! Spirit: *walking* *trips over* 

[akutamatsu]

Kimaweek day 1:

↳ au fight where Kid and Maka are the king and the queen of the street!