To save the woman bathed in white, the Reaper swore upon his scythe. For months he's trained, it's time to strike, The Grim will lose his soul tonight. (Sequel to White Haired Reaper)

Desperation sets in for a hungry loner wandering the streets one hot summer night. At his wit's end and with no other doors to knock on, he sets his sights on the one house in the neighborhood with lights still on. Little does he know that the easy dinner he hopes is waiting for him just beyond the door will turn out to be anything but.

Every night, it happens. Since he was a child, the night terrors pull Soul awake and force him to watch, only now they're getting worse. And as he and Maka struggle to find a cure, they find their window of opportunity is quickly closing with each passing night. Can they end his suffering before it's too late, or will Soul finally find his permanent sleep? Part of Resbang 2019!

Beware the man whose hair is white, His evil eyes will give you fright. He wants your soul, he wants your life, So watch out for the Reaper's scythe.

Delivering packages is hard enough, let alone doing it in the hot Nevada sun. Fresh-from-training Maka has her work cut out for her, that is until she meets the other drivers in her fleet. It's going to be a long summer.

Monster Hunters were sanctioned by the Guild to slay beasts and find glory. Being stuck in a two-bit village and suckered into buying a piece of junk weapon, which happens to have the soul of a dead Elder Dragon trapped inside, it'll be a wonder if Maka Albarn can live long enough to do any of the above.

His insides churned at the thought of it. Stay red, he thought to himself. Just stay red, please, for a little while longer.

They'd destroyed hundreds of worlds together in the pursuit of their dream, just as many lives taken for their own sake. But for reality jumpers Soul and Maka, they might soon figure out that things aren't always so simple.

Men don't usually care about them, but Black Star and Maka will do anything to make sure Soul has the best birthday ever.

Two's company, three's a crowd...especially when the third one still poops in her pants. Co-written and concepts by .Poisoned Scarlet

Having one isn't the end of the world or otherwise, just another step in life that some of us have to take in stride.

Sometimes you've just got to clear your head. Which in his case, involves obliterating the speed limit.

Somehow, in their tiny little minds, they constantly came to the same conclusion. And being her boyfriend, it was his job to beat it out of them.

Amidst the storms of Lost Island, the lone tool waits. On its own. No one else in the desolate place. Save for the images that repeat, day after day in front of it. The Tempest waits.

When you kill Kishins for a living, you've gotta unwind somehow. Ironically though, the movies are the last things they'll be paying attention to. -A film collection

What they wouldn't give to see their Meisters. What he wouldn't give to feel her touch. Into the jungle and through the ditches, seven days of hell await.

How can so much happen in so little time? Easy. With lots of pointless rambling! Based on the song 'One Week' by the Barenaked Ladies

One bitter scythe and his two best friends equals three angry men. Throw four girls into the mix and a crap load of Chinese food, and you got yourself a story.

Bonds can't be broken with mere words...but throw fists into the equation, and it's a different story entirely.