Maka Albarn confronts a witch in the middle of the night. When she wakes up, she realises she's been turned into a cat. She needs to find a way to turn back into her old self. Communication is a problem. Soul's hair can't get any whiter. (Originally uploaded to AO3)

"Entertaining madness. It's the ultimate crime." "What? But I... I didn't—" "Evil desires entered your mind. And you, a death weapon. There's no coming back from that." "It wasn't my fault! I would never...I wouldn't act on those things!" "Idle thoughts and mindless errors are as criminal as deliberate intent." "But that's not true! You don't believe that!" "What matters is you do.

Bubbly and fun, that's just how we like it!

"I'm sorry." "...What?" The words had fallen thoughtlessly from Spirit's lips, and despite how he was holding back he could feel the tension in Stein's soul rise in response. It wasn't enough. He wasn't sure anything could ever be enough to mend their years of separation; of silence, misunderstandings, and rejection that was ultimately unfounded.

Perfectly symmetrical...just as it should be.

Strange little creature...sing me your song!

Let the vector arrows fly!

A tragic pawn controlled by a sly snake...

Kid doesn't want to doubt his father, but after the Kishen's release Kid can't help but wonder if there's other things Lord Death is hiding. With help from Chrona, the two uncover what dark secrets pitted Shinigami and witches against one another. Can their budding relationship survive the growing madness that threatens the world? Kid/Fem!Chrona (2020 Edit).

*FIXED FORMATING* A dump for any written work in the Soul Eater Post "world" (You figure out the "canon" if there is any) - also give me props for the pun

Soul bit the inside of his cheek. Despite having faced and ultimately helping Maka win against the kishin, there was still madness in the world, and he couldn't forget his duty just because they'd been victorious once. His own problems were nothing in comparison to his responsibilities. "She doesn't love you because you're close to becoming a death weapon, you know." "...What?"

It was probably a futile effort to begin with. There wasn't any type of psychology Stein could use to make his weapon understand his desire without giving away too much, and he was certain beyond a doubt that Spirit Albarn had never entertained the idea of kissing a boy. But Stein's thoughts slowed at the nervous resignation on his weapon's face. "You want to try it, don't you."

For Aimi, her only reason for joining the DWMA was to earn money and support her partner and herself. Though she would admit competing against her fellow Meisters to make the next Death Scythe was pretty entertaining. Sure, they were risking their lives every day, but their commissions were never on the extremely dangerous side. Or at least, that's what she first believed.

The eighteen-year-old new father had described every one of the newborn's features at least twice and proclaimed it perfect, and Stein simply took in this new and unique behavior from his former partner of five years. It was also an acceptable distraction for the moment over the fact that with this birth, any hope he had of reclaiming his weapon partner was well and truly lost.

As the title says, a collection of short stories I thought up regarding Chrona and Maka's relationship, both platonically and romantically (though mostly the latter).

A chaste kiss on his cheek, an innocent hand on the small of her back, then it slowly became a game of chicken to see which one of them would finally lead the other away from the party.

Eve and her twin brothers join the DWMA with the hopes of capturing 99 souls and a witch's soul in order for the twins to become Death Scythes, as per her father's wish. The three develop friendships with various EAT students along the road (with some romance being added to it)

It's been a year since Maka defeated the Kishin. A year since Chrona had nearly died for her. A year since she'd confessed. A year since he'd rejected her. But so much more remains unspoken and as the anniversary draws near, all of the uncertainty and confusion finally comes to the surface.

Maka loved her mother. And she made it clear each time her father tried to see her that there was no room left for him in her heart. It was in Spirit's nature to hold on to hope, but the hard truth was that since the divorce...he had been well and truly alone. Except for the bottle, of course.

He remembered the blow. He remembered pain along the whole of his blade, shudders jarring the steel all the way to the end of the handle in his meister's grasp. He remembered being released as his soul cried out in agony, falling and spinning haphazardly. And he remembered a feral scream, feeling the crackle of electricity in the air before everything went dark.

5 years after the defeat of Asura, the world knows peace. But a new group threatens to overturn the world order. Stealing the medallions which hold the madness of the gods themselves; can our heroes defeat this group of villains? Or will the world be forced to adopt the image of a new Pantheon of gods? Follows the manga canon, also includes OC's.

Cuando Kid le preguntó si quería pasar su celo con él, Crona no pudo evitar sentirse perdida y nerviosa. [Omegaverse] [Post-canon]

This story takes place after the defeat of the Kishin Asura, but with his defeat and his madness dispersing a new threat emerges from the ashes of the nightmares. Will this new threat destroy everything the D.W.M.A. stands for? Or will a new force rise against this deadly and destructive evil? Only time will tell as rumors of a new Demon Sword begin flood Death City.

"Will you remember me, after I'm gone?" "What?" Stein listens to the familiar way the response is voiced. Timbre high, breathy, with the final consonant punctuated just enough to add weight to the question. He can read the weapon's thoughts in that single word. What does he mean by 'gone? Why will he be gone? And the meaning that grounds Stein to the moment the most—don't go.

Over their time together, Maka and Soul and quarreled and fought, but they always come back to each other, their bond stronger than before. They attack and fight as one, always thinking of the other more. The perfect pair, the perfect couple.