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Soul Eater Collage with Soul, Death the kid and Black Star. My three favorite characters and I ship Soul with Black Star, and Death The Kid with Black Star. a collage for my 2 top pairings in the anime.

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color mix (sky)

for @se-rarepair-day, february 2020// work of art

another side story to We Fill the Skies, set in the Leagues & Legends universe, because i simply cannot be contained. (neither can star.) soul + star.

“Soul, right?”

Soul jumped and turned to face the speaker. “Yes,” he said belatedly. “Sebastian... Black?”

The other man pulled a face. “It’s Seb.” Soul started to apologize, but the expression slipped from Seb’s face like a passing cloud. “You’re free, right?” said Seb. “Can you help me with something?”

Soul cast a glance behind him, where the rest of their research team sat some distance away. (Harv and Kim were working on something together, but the Thompsons were unoccupied.) “I can try,” said Soul, hopefully before the silence had stretched too long.

“It’s not magework,” said Seb easily. “I’m dying my hair.”

Soul blinked down at the shorter man. “Out here?” he blurted, referring to the ruins around them. They were on an academic expedition; the nearest town was hours away. “By yourself? Why?”

Seb broke eye contact to shove a hand through his hair. “The roots are showing,” he grumbled.

Seb’s fingers revealed the gradient in his hair, a deep black that passed from rich sky blue to a cloudier, faded grey. Soul’s fingers itched for a paintbrush. He’d never been good at the still-lifes his tutors had asked for, but he’d always loved mixing colors.

He stopped himself from leaning forward. “Oh,” he said dumbly.

Seb waited patiently for a moment. “So?” he asked at last. “Will you help or not?”

Soul jumped again. “Oh. Okay.” And he did, clumsily, staining his hands a dark teal.

Seb laughed when Soul asked how he’d kept his hands so clean. “Practice,” said the smaller man, shaking water from his hands. “You’ve never dyed your hair before?”

Soul shook his head.

“Not even bleach?” Seb whistled appreciatively. “Your hair is nice.” He tugged at Soul’s bangs, more gently than Soul had thought him capable of. “I’ll share my supplies with you, if you want.”

“Thanks?”

Seb grinned. “Think it over.”

The teal on Soul’s hands remained, slow-fading, for another week. 

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Ultramarine

Adventurous Canon Boyfriends - Soul x Black Star Concept Drabble - TBC in Fic Dec 2017

Finished Vers Jan 8th 2018   

They were the type to go on lazy adventures, spontaneous dates, wild yet everyday happenings that fulfilled them in that moment and that moment alone.

And no one truly knew how comfortable they were with each other, being a strange mix to begin with that only got stranger as one examined them more closely. How they got together, their beginnings, their intentions: it was all unclear. But the longer that Soul and Black Star held onto their special relationship, the more they knew that they were something better than anyone could have ever imagined.

The clear stronger of the two was Black Star, reckless and hyper. He dragged his partner everywhere with him, sometimes with his heels dug into the ground and other times running just as fast...

SoStar Drabble - TsuKane Drabble - Lim Drabble

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@se-rarepair-day // July 2021 // Bottled

Yeah, SoStar but make it Blades of Glory.

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@se-rarepair-day // December 2020 // Imagine

smol soul smol soul smol soul

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Prompt me number 4? Maybe starxliz or sostar? Your choice!

this is? the perfect prompt?? for the perfect ships vfjkdsljf ♥♥♥😭♥♥♥

another sostar outtake from We Fill The Skies, this time with a tiny cameo from one of the characters of the mother Leagues & Legends universe. take my feels. take all of my feels.

My heart is like paper and yours is like a flame

The outdoor team clattered back into the dining hall, and Soul did not get to them first. His reaction times were always slow: that was one of the things Jack teased him about. (But Jack wasn’t here.)

Sebastian Black stumbled toward him. Soul caught the smaller man, ignored the clammy dampness of his skin, helped him sink to the ground next to the fire pit.

Soul had seen Seb like this once before. “A storm?” he murmured.

Seb shook his head. “Slavers,” the mage croaked.

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The outdoor team clattered into the dining hall, and Soul did not yet know what it meant. He hadn’t even had a chance to process that two of his teammates were missing.

“Soul,” said the Rangers’ hero, said the pinnacle of everything Soul was supposed to be, and Soul snapped to attention. “Stay with the mages,” said the Rangers’ hero.

Soul felt exposed, felt relieved. “Yes, sir,” he replied, and wished the rescuers luck.

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Soul knew how to be a Hero with a capital H. He knew how to straighten his spine and raise his voice and take command. He was an Evans: heroing was in his blood.

Except it wasn’t. Soul hated this: hated being in charge, hated this responsibility. He did not want to lead people into harm, did not want his ineptitude to cost lives: he wanted to bring them home and bandage their wounds and bully them into taking their medicine. He wanted, even now, to brew chamomile tea for the mages and press hot meat buns into their hands.

The dining hall was too large. Soul ached to drag them all into the courtyard, to cram everyone into his tent. It would be a tactical nightmare, of course, to block everyone’s line of sight like that. They would be sitting ducks. (And the rescuers would worry, if they came back and found them all gone. When they came back.)

The dining hall was too large. Logically, Soul knew that the only way to approach them was from the front hall. Illogically, his brain kept insisting that the kitchen was behind them, even though it had long since collapsed. He knew this. He’d drawn the floor plans, had measured and remeasured the distances. It was impossible for anyone to approach from the kitchen.

He did not turn to look at the kitchen. He did not turn to look at the mages he now guarded. He stood with sword and shield at hand and watched the open threshold of the dining hall and waited.

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Soul slouched all the time. He was tall, taller than even Kilik, but he slouched so much that Seb always forgot.

He wasn’t slouching now. His spine was unbending, his head raised, his shoulders thrown back. It was not a proud back, though it could easily be mistaken for one: but Seb had seen proud spines too often to be mistaken now. No, Soul’s back was that of a soldier’s: duty-bound, inhuman, and entirely too old for a sixteen-year-old boy.

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@se-rarepair-day // November 2019 // Rumble

Punk boyfriends ready to throw down. 

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Ultramarine

Adventurous Canon Boyfriends - Soul x Black Star Concept Drabble - Finished

this drabble is more of me getting comfortable with their dynamic than not, i got some pretty great ideas from this experimental writing though so im p happy with how it turned out!

They were the type to go on lazy adventures, spontaneous dates, wild yet everyday happenings that fulfilled them in that moment and that moment alone.

And no one truly knew how comfortable they were with each other, being a strange mix to begin with that only got stranger as one examined them more closely. How they got together, their beginnings, their intentions: it was all unclear. But the longer that Soul and Black Star held onto their special relationship, the more they knew that they were something better than anyone could have ever imagined.

The clear stronger of the two was Black Star, reckless and hyper. He dragged his partner everywhere with him, sometimes with his heels dug into the ground and other times running just as fast.

But that was where strength ended and where trust and support began. There was something silly in the way Star excitedly beckoned Soul to him, insisting on another unplanned day. He said so convincingly, “Let’s go,” as if nothing could go wrong, looking at Soul through his long and thick lashes, one eyebrow raised higher than the other.

Smirking.

Soul reached for the other’s hand, gripping it as he propelled forward into their next destination. He was so caution without him, not ready to take risks, unsure. A multitude of things could happen, he reasoned. Though a voice not unlike Star reminded him: Not all those things would be bad.

“Let’s go… Let go.”

His mind quieted and his heart the opposite.

Like the rough tides and crashing wave, they were taken beyond the sea. They traveled a distance further than any one of them had gone alone. And while Soul kept Black Star within reason, Black Star broke limits that they both knew too well they had.

Their silent wisdom were a match unlike the world had ever seen, but a match they were, indeed.