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A raised eyebrow for the clueless boy and arms crossing over his chest, the young man sniffing with disdain at him. “A likely story I’m sure to anyone else, but how does one end up in a place without any knowledge of where they are? Do you truly think I should take your words at face value?”

Letting out a sigh, Manjoume had to remind himself the war was over now. Really, what did it matter if some random stranger showed up here? “You’re on Academia Island. Just who are you?”

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“Wait, so are you telling me that…I’m supposed to know where I am?” Whether that’d been the question or not, Yuuya would still aim a confused point back at himself. He’d meant to take Yuuto back to Heartland for a well deserved visit with Shun, but…this definitely wasn’t the Xyz Dimension, Yuuya at least knew that much. 

“Look, you’re gonna have to clue me in. ‘Cause I’ll be honest, I actually don’t even know where ‘here’ is.”

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For a moment, Yuuya had actually forgot exactly who he’d been talking to until the look of pure skepticism was shot back at him from the child. Edo was still as stubborn and hard to convince as always, but maybe this timeYuuya would have an easier time convincing him of what he’d meant as a light laugh slipped out.

“It’s a little hard to explain, trust me. I use them to duel with, but I kinda feel like I can talk with them, too. They’ve been there for me a lot, especially when thing’s have gotten tough; just like actual friends would be.” 

Yuuya didn’t need to get into everything right now, especially with Edo like he was—but his monsters meant a lot. His dad might not have made them, but they were presents from his father all the same as Yuuya dropped a hand down to ruffle the smaller’s hair.

“But don’t worry! They might be running this carnival, but I’ve gotta feeling they’ll make time for a quick visit. We kinda look like we’ve got the whole place to ourselves anyway.”

Pouting a bit as he felt laughed at, he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing up in a way that could only be described as ‘cute’ on the child. It once would have looked powerful, but in the childish body, he lost a lot of the fear factor.

“Of course you can talk to them during a duel, that’s how you duel with them, stupid,” He quipped, but then he flushed a little, continuing, “Daddy said its not nice to call people names. I’m sorry.” But as he talked about the cards being there for him at tough times, Edo felt, for a moment, like he could understand that. Though the memories were hazy, and he couldn’t exactly understand how he knew his father was gone and why he had vague memories of what his grieving process was, he knew the cards his father designed for him helped him at least attempt to work through his death. 

“M-maybe I do kinda understand. My cards are really special to me...” Speaking of his cards, where were they. Anger once more clouding his features, he threw and accusatory look at Yuuya as he demanded, “What did you do with my cards? My daddy made me those cards, I demand you return them right this minute!”

At the simple gesture of affection fell on his head, Edo couldn’t help the tears that sprung to his eyes. His dad was the only one to ever do something like that to him, and he hated to admit it, but it felt nice. Comforting. “If you say so, Mister Yuuya.” Without thinking, the little boy reached a hand out and too the edge of Yuuya’s shirt in his hand, holding onto it tightly as he stood a little closer to the temporarily older’s side. “But then I want you to give me my cards back, okay? They’re really important to me and I really, really need them.”

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She wanted to tell him it was fine; she was prone to the same thing during exams, though in her defense, the stool usually ended up as a table, instead. Exam time was the one time she was constantly wandering between shelves and pulling down books to pick passages from, leaving them open and spread out around her for cross-references… And a giant mess.

Instead, she stifled a soft giggle behind a hand, knuckles lightly pressing to her lips for all of a moment. “Thank you - I do love to read, actually. I just spent the last three days reading up on the history of Industrial Illusions, and the book on the history of Kaiba Corp seems to be checked out… I have always been interested in this one, though. if you’re interested in the same topic, then I can suggest…”

With a pause, Mako gave the shelf a quick glance, pointing out a red-bound book at the end of one bookcase. “This one. It’s all about the artists who worked on some of the cards and the lore behind them. It’s honestly just as fascinating, if yu’re into that kind of book.”

He might have been less lenient to know she sometimes did the same, as really, didn’t that just make her a hypocrite? Then again, she was more likely to need it than others, and if she was taking it up, at least she had one readily available should she need it. 

A slight smirk came to his lips as she giggled, amused by her amusement, though the smirk was quickly exchanged for a thoughtful expression. “Ambitious topics indeed, though really, if more students were interested in this sort of thing, it would only benefit the next generation of duelists. Though I suppose it does leave more options for those of us who are interested in them.” Hm, so she was interested in the history of Kaiba Corp. “Funny, the only reason I borrowed the book about Kaiba Corp was because the book on Industrial Illusions was already checked out. I can let you know when I’m finished with it, if you’d like?” 

It was a breath of fresh air to be around someone as studious as he was, and it was amusing to have someone for once suggest a book of reference to him. It was usually the other way around for sure. Reaching for the book she pointed out, he pulled it off the shelf and took a loot at it. “If you’re going to recommend it, I shall appreciate the gesture by at least giving it a read through. I don’t often partake in myths and lore, but I suppose I haven’t given it too much chance either.”

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Nine months? Had it really been nine months since she’d been captured? Honestly, it hadn’t felt like it until he’d let her lean so heavily against him. She’d had so little to do the days had felt both longer and yet somehow shorter than they should’ve; he could’ve said two years and she’d still not believe it.

“Very clear, sir,” Aoi mumbled out, on some level hating she’d called him sir rather than his name. That was something she’d only ever done as a joke years before, when they’d both been in Academia and freshly graduated, before the war, before… All things she couldn’t think about for the time being. Memories of that particular hell felt muted at the moment, anyway - Nearly everything did.

And she was tired. Enough so that his scoop of her into his arms, pulling her up and off the floor, went without a single sound of complaint. All she wanted was to go home and sleep; now that he’d confirmed she could, it was a fight to keep herself from shutting down in his hold, still slightly trembling arms sliding around his neck and shoulders. “Has it really been nine months? They wouldn’t let us have calendars. Wasn’t.. On th’ list of things we could get.”

She was sure that would sound odd, but there was something in his expression that reminded her too much of the commander she’d once stood against. As tired as she was and as muted as most of the world felt, it wasn’t hard to recognize her Hero’s anger - And she wasn’t about to let him explode, which meant small talk was in order. Or rather, as much as she could get in, her head tilting to lay half against her own arm, and half on his shoulder.

“I missed y’…” Her voice had softened more, her need to sleep lacing the edges of her tone. “They wanted… T’ get y’ t’… Are y’ sure they won’t…? If they catch y’ then… They’ll make y’ suffer, t’. I don’t mind bein’ punished if it means they can’t have y’, y’know?”

It had felt so much longer than nine months to him. At first, he’d assumed she’d finally gotten sick of him and finally, finally, had left him. He wouldn’t have been too surprised after all the things he’d done. But then, he realized absolutely no one had seen her. She’d all but vanished, and if he hadn’t known better, he might have assumed she’d been spirited away. And when he’d realized something bad must have happened to her, after all, everything she owned was still in their home and he’d felt so stupid for assuming something so petty of the girl he loved. 

“Sir?” He asked wearily, his face falling into a frown. She’d never called him ‘sir’ in this sense before, when things were serious and fragile and complicated. In fact, he could only remember her ever doing so to tease him, and maybe once or twice when they’d met after he’d become a commander, but it was never meant in a serious fashion. No, this threw him off, left him unsure. It felt like he was pressuring her into leaving... or like she’d been trained to follow orders for fear of pain. “Please, please don’t call me that.” It was all he could say, it was hard enough to keep him temper in check with all he’d seen, with all she’d been through at those cruel bastards’ hands. 

But when she curled up into his arms, wrapping herself around him, his anger dropped and he held he all the tighter, nuzzling his nose against her cheek in a moment of weakness for finally having her back in them. “I wish I could say otherwise, my love. And we’re now keeping calendars in every room of our home,” He assured her, unsure why that felt so important to him, but dammit if they wouldn’t let her have one, he was going to give her an excess. He couldn’t take away the time she’d spent here. But he would sure as hell make her time at home infinitely better. 

As her tired voice continued to speak, he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly, listening to the chaos around them as his men destroyed the place and took as many captive as they could get their hands on. “There will be no one left to run this place. No one’s coming after me, and they sure as hell will never touch you again-”

He was interrupted by a soldier holding out a key. “Found this, sir. Should get those things off of her. Sick bastards had a separate key labeled for everyone here.”

“Good, then we need to get out of here,” Aster replied, calling out for everyone to move out before the cops showed up, leaving the men behind as he took his girl, softly murmuring, “It’s time to go home, Aoi.” 

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“Totally! I mean, I can usually only play with them like this when we’re in the middle of a Duel, but these guys have been my friends for as long as I can remember. They’d love to meet you!” 

Yuuya probably wasn’t ‘special’ in the same way Edo thought he was. He couldn’t see his monsters outside an Action Field or interact with them in any way outside of a Duel. He felt like he could hear them sometimes and he had a habit of talking to his cards like they were actually listening to him, too; but his dad had given him his Entermates. 

Even if Yuuya couldn’t see his monsters in the ‘special’ way, they were still his friends and he’d die with this fact wholeheartedly.

“So, what’dya say we distract you for a bit and go meet them right now? They look kinda busy, but I’m sure once they recognize me here, they’ll stop long enough to let you say ‘hi’. Though I think the bigger question here is which one of them do you wanna meet first? There’s a bunch of them!”

His nose scrunching a bit and his eyebrows knitting together, the look of disgust on his face could almost match his adult self’s perfectly. It was certainly an odd look on the childish face. “Everyone can do that, that’s nothing special. How can they be your friends if you just duel with them? My cards are special because my daddy made them, but even I don’t call them friends.” 

After all, he’d know people who could see the duel monsters outside of duels, and though it still seemed a bit strange to him, and though he couldn’t exactly remember who it was that could see them like that, he knew that Yuuya wasn’t as special as he’d thought him only the moment before. Edo could be quite the skeptical child, it would seem. 

Then again, he was being raised with the idea that he would someday fight in a war. 

But at the mention of Edo needing a distraction, he deflated a little, the look of disgust dropping from his face as he shrugged, his shoulders slumped. “I don’t care. If they’re busy, I can wait.” After all, he was used to adults in his life being too busy to play with him, and he tried to be good and understanding of that. He wanted nothing more than to make his father proud. 

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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because i felt like making one of these, fuck you.

LEARN SOMETHING ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst? �� - deadly sin that applies to them the most? 🍁 - favorite season? 🏹 - have they ever committed a murder? 💝 - have they ever been in love, and with who? ⚠️ - the worst deed they’ve done/crime they’ve committed? ⛔ - do they believe in revenge? 💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny? 🥀 - have they ever felt heartbreak? 🌵 - do they consider themselves dangerous? 🍀 - do they believe in luck? 🌙 - do they believe in magic? ☄️ - what is their biggest regret? 🍷  - do they drink? 🍹 - alcohol tolerance? 🍳  - do they know how to cook? ☀  - night or day?

DO SOMETHING 🙈 - muse is blind for [#] asks. 🙉 - muse can’t hear for [#] asks. 🙊 - muse can’t speak for [#] asks. 💥 - muse feels agonizing pain when they raise their voice for [#] asks. 🐔 - muse is uncontrollably afraid/paranoid for [#] asks. ⚡ - muse has unstable emotions for [#] asks. 🍺 - muse acts like they are when they’re drunk for [#] asks. 🍬 - muse is hyper as fuck for [#] asks. 🎭 - muse can only speak in cryptic phrases for [#] asks. 🎬 - any noise becomes deafening to the muse for [#] asks. 🌋 - the muse is unable to control their anger for [#] asks. 🔦  - muse becomes light-sensitive for [#] asks. 👁‍🗨 - muse feels like they’re being watched for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. 🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. ♾️ - the muse is in constant pain for [#] asks. gets worse at it goes along. (bonus if the pain is an old wound/scar.) ⛅ - the muse hides their emotions for [#] asks. emotions come spilling through when m!a ends. ✨ - muse is in a state of hypnosis for [#] asks. go wild.

OTHER ♠️ - the muse’s ‘worse side’ shows for [#] asks. ♥️ - the muse’s ‘better side’ shows for [#] asks. ♦️ - the muse becomes emotionless for [#] asks. ♣️ - the muse feels temporarily free from doubt for [#] asks. ♈ - the muse has an ego boost for [#] asks. ♉ - the muse is unreasonably stubborn/bitter/petty for [#] asks. ♊ - the muse is split into two versions of themself for [#] asks. (emotion/logic, happy/sad, etc.) ♋ - muse becomes overwhelmingly pessimistic for [#] asks. ♌  - muse becomes incredibly fucking arrogant for [#] asks. ♍ - muse is shy as hell for [#] asks. ♎ - muse is obsessed with keeping things ‘stable’ or ‘balanced’ for [#] asks. ♏ - muse is unbearably rude/cruel/violent for [#] asks. ♐ - muse is more ‘pleasant’ than usual for [#] asks. ♑ - muse loses all self-control for [#] asks. ♒ - muse acts incredibly aloof for [#] asks. ♓ - muse is overwhelmed by sadness for [#] asks. ⛎ - wildcard. mun’s zodiac applies to the muse. (ex: i’m a cancer, so if i was sent ophiuchus, muse would get the effects of cancer.)

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

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Reblog if your muse is POLYAMOROUS!

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Edo Phoenix/Aster Phoenix - GX (requested by anonymous)

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Edo Phoenix/Aster Phoenix - Arc V (requested by anonymous)

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Round two came with the pigtailed dork of a piglet swooping in from behind, throwing her arms around his shoulders and showering everything between his cheek and his shoulder in more kisses. Not losing her mind in the least, but she had a desperate need to shower Aster in all the love she could, kisses against the side of his neck soon mingling with laughter. "Love y', Hero~"

Once more surprised by the girl, though not surprised at the fact she had surprised him, he chuckled, looking to the girl now wrapped around him. Reaching back, he suddenly gripped her cheek in a gentle pinch, chuckling. “You are quite amusing, my love. But now I’ve caught you, now to decide what to do with you~”

Still, he leaned over to place a kiss on the opposite cheek of the one he pinched.

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For absolutely no reason other than she could, Aoi dove at her boyfriend, peppering his lips with a flurry of quick kisses. And with no more than a smile she was gone a moment later - Lost her mind, perhaps, but why not spoil her hero~?

Blinking after his ever spontaneous girlfriend, he couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. Really, she was something else, something crazy and adorable in her own right. “I shall have to play her back in kind when I next see her.”

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“So this is the City, hm?” Manjoume murmured to himself under his breath, looking around himself at the slums surrounding him. Truly, this was a depressing place. Nothing like Heartland before they attacked. No, this place was much sadder. They’d have much less reason to fight against Academia’s take over here. 

“You there!” He called out to a stranger walking past, taking notice of the yellow tattoos on his face and outfit clearly gear towards riding the common duel runners. “Do you happen to be a duelist? Could you tell me about turbo dueling?”

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Why Aren't We Roleplaying?

Send me a symbol to say why we aren’t making sweet threads together!

● - You seem so busy …

○ - I ship our characters but I’m a little embarrassed about it

□ - I don’t have any thread ideas

■ - I have some ideas, but I’m scared you won’t like them

▲ - I’m not sure how our muses would meet

▼ - I don’t know if you like my muse

▶- I think you don’t like me …

◀- Let’s do an AU!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

♧ - I’m like? So lazy? And haven’t like? Replied in like? Forever?

◇ - Other/idk just wanted to say hi

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crystalduelist‌:

He was at least a little bit surprised of being talked to out of the sudden. He didn’t expect it after all, but at the same time he didn’t really mind it either. “Seems like I am.” he replied, a smile on his face while he turned around to face the other one. He might have heard of him before if he remembered correctly. The other one was supposed to be one of the better duelists at this school. And that was part of the reason why he was here right, to meet new duelists and getting better. 

“It’s a bit smaller. And I think it’s not so…familiar than here as far as I can tell.”

Manjoume wasn’t about to let the opportunity to speak to one of the foreign duelists pass him by, even if it meant bombarding him him questions. Lifting his nose a bit in disdain, he realized just how dense his first question had been. Johan’s answer had made that blatantly clear, so to cover up his mistake, he replied, “I see, then let me welcome you to Japan. Johan was your name, correct?” He had to show he actually did know who he was speaking to, he couldn’t let his faux pas stop him. 

“I can imagine, Duel Academia Central was the first location after all. It would stand to reason Seto Kaiba would put the most work into this school,” He remarked, showing of his knowledge on the matter. Of course, as one of the top freshmen at Duel Academia Central, he needed to show what he was made of in every sense of the word.