Pinkie & Dashie

A warning to other Soul Eater fans—

You can fangirl over Kidd, Black Star, Stein, Spirit, Justin Law, etc… as much as u like, just not Soul. Soul Evans is my Soul-kun. NOT YOURS. I stand to believe we have been destined for love, and if u lay a single finger on him, here are ways I will cause u death:
1.    Tear u apart limb from limb door having your arms and legs attached to ropes, which in turn are attached to galloping horses. (Mongolians invented this! ^-^)
2.    Tie u down and slowly saw through the backs of your calves with a boter knife...

Hello, I am Justin Nimbly! But it’s Mr. Nimbly to you. But anyways, I shall be narrating this story, so don’t get freaked out if u randomly notice it says “I” of “Me”. Just to let u know.

It was winter, and it was a windy, snowy, dark day. Jack, a man with well combed auburn hair and beard and hazel eyes, sat in his chair, napping. On the couch, a guy with long ginger hair, blue eyes and reading glasses, sat nibbling a piece of cake. On the other end of the couch, a guy with messy black hair and bright green eyes was sketching in his notebook. Carl burst through the door, his...