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[connar-rose-kaiba]

Spirit Caller

((Chapter 2 --Part 1--))

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"Oh good... We ...Made it..." The two had raced their way to the testing grounds as soon as Connar's cards had been gathered and tucked away safely back into her deck amd securely incased in her elegant carrier. A gift from her father as a congratulations for her entry at Duel Academy based upon her excellent test scores at Duel Prep School. There was that and a customized Duel Disk made just for her. It was a matching set with a sort of Magical dreamy blend of pastel colors to emphasize her Spell Caster Theme, inspired mostly by Dark Magician Girl, her favorite card, as well as an ace of her deck. A Pair of inquisitive brown eyes rested on her while she struggled to catch her breath. Particularly interested in the rather elegant design of these otherwise rather common objects for a Duelist-- He had a few questions for this girl... for starters he wondered if she heard the same female voice earlier that day... the one he had heard shortly before asking him if had said anything. Baby steps though... "Say....what did you say your name was?" he asked her curiosly, but just before she could open her glossed lips to respond-- "Connar~!!" A small blue haired boy had rushed in and cried into her arms. "Hey, Syrus...sorry I'm late." she chuckled softly as she held him. "Mmnh....YOU'RE DARN RIGHT YOU'RE LATE!" he snapped, "You completely missed my entry duel! I had such bad test anxiety and you weren't even here...I don't know how I won my match." "So you're in! Congrats man!" Jaden laughed and gave the boy a hardy pat on the back. There was a soft grunt from the simple force on him, but Syrus studied the other male, before giving a look back to Connar with arms folded. "I see how it is." He huffed, "I'm here having the duel of my life, and you're off on a date!?" "Wh-WHat!?" Connar blushed and instantly flailed her hands defensively, Syrus, I swear, I-it's nothing like that! W-We just met!" "She's right you know." Laughed the brunette holding out his hand to the other, "I mean, she hasn't even bought me coffee yet! Name's Jaden, by the way." "Uh-huh..." the bluenette sighed and accepted the offered hand anyway, "I'm Syrus, Syrus Truesdale." " Anyway, Jaden's right Syrus! You passed, that's what matters! Congratulations!" Connar grinned after sighing in relief from having been rescued from the small boy's wrath...this time. Syrus Truesdale was a childhood friend of Connar's. His older brother Zane, used to get paid to babysit her over summer breaks as her father recognized the boy had talent in dueling and thought it would be good for his daughter to spend time with duelists to help mold her own talent. He was a shy boy but had a good heart, even though sometimes he could get a bit full of himself... "Yeah good on ya!" Jaden beamed, "I'll be in too once I win my duel!" "Wait, you haven't dueled yet?" Syrus and Connar asked this together and looked at each other. "Nah." Jaden shrugged, "Connie, you were with me." "Yeah... but I assumed you were like me perhaps, and had your exam ahead." "...Wait what?" Jaden blinked. "Connar went to Duel Prep School for the past 3 years." said Syrus,"Their final exam consists of the entry duel ceramonies to get into the Academy ahead of time." he sighed,"You know, like Early Admittance? Man... I wish I could have already been enrolled to the Academy, like them..." Connar nodded. "The truth of the matter is...I only came to watch the entry ceremonial duels for the applicants of this year's student crop." she smiled. "...Well then I'm afraid you might have a problem." said Syrus. "What do you mean?" this time Connar and Jaden asked at the same time.

Part 2

[hawkeyeslaughter]

johnny x my very favorite bruce song :3

( this is probably my favorite mash edit i’ve made so far i hope u guys like it as much as me )

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[nightsdoodles]

don’t go where I can’t follow

[aethersflood]

- So, you're in charge now, Gav. - And what does Tarja have to say about that? Come back before she finds out, eh?

[remyfire]

Feeling a bit unwell about Beej tipping his head up in that particular way. Just btw.

[hythlodaes]

i know you understand this. you and i are one and the same.

[op3ra]

guys. i've um. i've been lying about rust repair the whole time. yeah sorry i never actually shipped them. they were just a coverup for my one true otp.........espressball.....

[mamawasatesttube]

saw someone being wrong about kon on the internet again (i know. shocking) and you are all so lucky i'm sick and feverish and lazy because i DID just seriously entertain the thought of writing up a small essay complete with issue and panel citations about why it's simply incorrect to say that kon never really seemed to reciprocate any sort of crush on tim before geoff/tt03. this is just not true. you dont have to actually ship them but to downplay their importance to each other even in the earliest days is simply incorrect. i'm too tired and achy to bother digging through comics to pull up all the issues that have the bits i want to point at but like... they were both very mutually important to each other from early on. it was in no way shape or form one-sided, whether you want to read that as platonic or romantic. man.

[octo-blobs]

by the campfire

[chebepowder]

😭 Incredible start to this very good article.

[connar-rose-kaiba]

Spirit Caller

((Chapter 1--Part 1--))

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Thank you for testing with us today. We have a gifted set of students to send before us on their journey towards becoming the best duelists they can be. We are blessed and honored to have worked with you and wish you luck in your future ventures, congratulations, students of Duel Prep School, You graduate!

It was a lovely ceremony, one that stays forever in her memories...a moment where she truly made him proud.......Right? "Connar? Helloo? Connie?" There is of course, that familiar voice of comfort when she didn't. His smile... She still missed...him... "Connar if you don't get up now you're going to miss the ship!" Wait...that's not his voice-- Mokuba sighed as he gazed upon the sleeping beauty. He placed his hands on his hips as he shook his head from side to side and sighed. " Didn't you want to see the entry level duels of the applicants seeking enrollment into Duel Academy?" he asked her, reaching out to give his niece a gentle nudge. For Daddy's Little Princess?She could definitely sleep like a rock... He would find this funny under normal circumstance-- if it didn't make him worry whenever it came to her. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Day and night she trained herself, practicing with her deck only to improve her already natural talent. All she wants more than anything else is to make her father proud, and to truly earn her family name... "CONNAR ROSE!!" This was the name she held when they found her. Without wanting to take away from any of her original roots-- they simply tacked on their name afterwards so that she could have and keep both aspects of who she was then...and who she is now...even if who she was then seems to be a little bit faded now. "AHHH!" she shrieked from her startlement and fumbled out of her bed, entangled with her lovely princess bedding, pink and frilly that matched the color of her long flowing cherry blossom hair. Silk and frills...nothing but the best for daddy's little princess... And with her big bright blue eyes to pair with that long hair? She certainly looked like a princess too--sometimes...though she definitely didn't act like one. A sleeping beauty indeed. "Uncle Mokeeeyyyy" She groaned and puffed her cheeks with her sleepy eyes locked together fighting back the waking tears and eye crusts from being up late the previous night, "I was having such a good dream..." "Oh sweet Connie...lost in dream land? Someday we're afraid you might never return..." Her uncle chuckled and patted her head as he unraveled her blanket wrap. A look for unsettlement shimmered in her blue eyes as she thought back to the day where she almost didn't... but that was a whole other story that none of them really liked to get into...especially not her father. "That aside, you are aware of what day it is today...aren't you?" "Hmm? What are you talking about?" she yawned and tried to straighten out her long bed-head of pink hair. Her uncle sighed And brought notice to a marked day on the wall with a point of his index finger. "Check your calendar again..." She looked rather confused and lost in a daze as he stumbled over to her wall calendar and counted the days...

Part 2

[wreckedhoney]

Forrest stops, going still and wearily alert, and it lasts a beat long enough that Henry begins to suspect that, yes, Forrest sees him. But then Forrest's shoulders ease back down, and a soft exhale falls out like a small and timid cheer. 

"Oh," he says to Henry. "You startled me."

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BUZZ/KILL (Henry Barrow Comes Home)

Fanmix below & Fanfic on AO3

Since he can remember, everything between them has been shared - fears and rage, dreams and desires - until they became one. Henry doesn’t need to be his own person. He owes himself to his mom. It shouldn’t have unsettled him when both their attentions turned to the same person, then - but last Whistling Night snapped something in their partnership, and something about Forrest Nash makes Henry finally not want to share.

Happy birthday, KFAM! It's been a year since the worldwide release of the game ♥ Here's another boost to the Henry/Forrest post-game longfic published last Halloween and super updated since, this time with YT links to the music featured in the author's notes, and little blurbs from most chapters attached! (The last two blurbs are just one continuing conversation lol) Hope you enjoy both or either. Happy anniversary! Did you know it's also the birthday of my Uncle Roni?

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Track 01: Baby - Cannons It was the best show Forrest has ever done, his voice always smooth, but that night, it was something more, a sound that solidified the shape of his shoulders and the steadfastness of his hands, becoming part of his body so that Henry didn’t need to see his face to know what was there.

Track 02: So Bad - Gesaffelstein …behind Forrest Nash, Henry’s mother sits quietly, watching the back of Forrest’s head, deliberating. Henry doesn’t give her away, doesn’t warn the man beside him, but silently, he’s wishing for the dream not to do it, not after that last film - because if Marie kills Forrest in a dream, then when Henry wakes up, surely, Forrest will… Marie looks to Henry, a warning in her gaze. Henry feels himself ready to stand and ask, just this once. Just give me this one, for once. Just for now.

Track 03: Original Sin - Sofi Tukker Later, though, he’ll consider the stillness that settles over Forrest, in this moment, comes across in memory as, for the first time with Henry, easy, and his voice disarmingly fond.

Track 04: Spellwork - Austra “How do you know?” Henry asks at a crosswalk, stopping. “What do you mean?” “What does it look like,” Henry elaborates, “when I’m closed?” Forrest takes the time to stare at him, considering. “Nothing like you are here now,” he says. “Sometimes, it’s like you just have a lot on your mind, but other times, it’s like,” he mulls, and says with some reluctance, “you put on another face, like a mask.”

Track 05: Hello Lover - Empires As far as he can snoop, there’s no photo of Forrest as a child with his family, his parents, or of how he looked when he was Henry’s age. Would he have been lankier, awkward? Henry imagines looking at Forrest from the past and seeing through him, another young face laughing with a group of friends passing by. Was he still mean back then? Would he have caught Henry staring and squinted, glared? Smile?

Track 06: Get Goofy - Kornél Kovács Everything else should be affecting him more than the latter, but he eats and settles for the night and at the forefront of his thoughts is the lit doorway of Forrest’s home glowing in a dark, empty street.

Track 07: Pillow Talk (ft. What So Not) - Imanu Maybe Henry has an itch and Forrest being close, closer, is going to scratch it, and then Henry will be normal - his version of normal - back to a good son and a better liar, a good killer instead of a struggling town stalker. Maybe one date isn’t going to cut it, but a few, and some time - and Henry’s draw to the man could settle into something that doesn’t do what it did to him this morning anymore. And then, he can go back to being…being…

Track 08: Talk Fast - 5 Seconds of Summer Sometimes, he looks as alone or solitary as Henry often feels, but there’s the draw to slot the two of them together that was never present with the others, or other groups. Henry almost wants to ask, “Does that make me weird,” but refrains. He feels like he already knows the answer, anyway.

Track 09: Rabbit Hole - Cherry Glazerr “What made you come over?” Forrest asks. Before Henry answers, he recalls another day and another inquiry, a different mood and the same result, “What’d you come up for,” over a small dancefloor, under such different lights, in a world far, far away. “You,” Henry answers.

Track 10: i'm yours - Isabel LaRosa Don’t let him get far, he wishes, and another memory presses onto him, soft and insistent. Don’t let him say no, the first night he tried to kiss him. This is a bad idea, he thought then. “Is this a good idea,” Forrest asked him not long ago. No, Forrest. No, no, no take-backs, no going back. You and me forever, baby.

Track 11: Desperado - Rihanna He doesn’t look around the room, because he’s been here long and often enough that it’s committed to memory. The storage space next door is a labyrinth he can navigate with ease. The stairs up, the hallways, the staffrooms and studio, the rooftop that sometimes smelled too much of old cigarettes. The thought comes unwittingly. He might not have to leave.

Track 12: Desire - Cannons No, Henry thinks. No, no. This long into the game and this deep into it - No. “This is Forrest Nash,” the radio plays, “host of 189.16, The Scream.” But what’s the alternative, if he wants to keep him? “We’re almost through the night, folks.” What’s the alternative, if Henry wants to be the vessel for his mother that he’s always strived to be? “And it looks like we have room for one more caller. Let’s see who it is!”

Track 13: Jupiter 4 - Sharon Van Etten “It’s still home. I’ll go back eventually. But to work? I loved it, even with everything that happened. I still miss the city, but,” his lips pursed, eyes shifting away. Embarrassed, Henry wondered. “I like myself more now. Here.”  “You changed.”  “Yeah. I go back, same work and same issues, then wouldn’t I go back to who I was before, too?” Then, to him, directly, “Do you get that sense? That you changed?”

Track 14: Wolf (Boys Noize Remix) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs & Boys Noize “I don’t know,” Henry answered.  “Well,” Forrest mumbled, smile slanting, looking briefly unsure. “For what it’s worth, I do. Like you,” he clarified, soft and confiding, and, it occurred to Henry, shy. “The way you are here, now.”

[fieriframes]

[All aboard the ship of love. We're going full speed ahead, toot toot! The ocean is full of broken hearts. And the captain is a kiss! Ship of love, full of tender hugs. I must steer the course right to the island of love. There are pineapples and crabs there. But I cannot eat them, because I am too heartbroken today. It's the ship, it's the ship. The ship of love. I drive the ship, drive the ship. The ship of love. Look out for rocks, big scary rocks. The rocks are metaphors for my broken heart!]

[crimson-nail]

sorry but i will just never understand people who read the ending of trimax as bleak

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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still haven’t gotten the chance to fully get back into writing yet but I do have more of the sweet moment between them that I worked on last week

Imogen kept her eyes fixated on Bix as the mechanic admired their laced fingers. Then Bix’s brow creased curiously and Imogen felt her thumb brush over the old blaster scar on the back of her left hand. She instinctively flinched away. “What are you doing?” 

Bix glanced up incredulously. She reached for Imogen’s hand again, which the other woman tentatively surrendered. “All the things you’ve let me do to you and touching your scars is where you draw the line?” 

“That one is just…” Imogen tried not to get distracted by the delicate trail of Bix’s fingertip over the raised flesh. She detested any mark that marred her otherwise untouched skin. For Imogen, scars were a sign of failure – of being less than perfect. This particular wound reached even deeper. “Sensitive.”

“It looks like a blaster graze,” the mechanic muttered thoughtfully.

“It is.”

Bix’s caress traveled to the curve of Imogen’s wrist and the bounty hunter held back a sigh of relief. “From one of your bounties?”

Imogen’s reply took a moment to leave her lips. It may be a simple answer, but it was sure to inspire more questions she did not particularly wish to broach. “No. A clone trooper.”

Sure enough, Bix asked “You fought with them, right? In the Clone Wars?”

Imogen gave a single nod and did not take her gaze away from where the mechanic’s fingers brushed over her cool skin. “Until the very moment they stormed the temple on Coruscant.”

“The Jedi Purge.”

“Yes.” Imogen remembered the confusion and desperation as blaster bolts lit up the halls of the Jedi Temple. How, no matter the strength of their efforts, the fight was over almost as soon as it started. And how the death of an era ushered in her rebirth. 

“I’ve only heard stories. Honestly, before I met you, I would have believed that’s all they were.”

“That is what the Empire prefers.”

“How did you survive it?” Bix asked carefully.

“You already know,” Imogen answered quietly.

Bix glanced over at the lightsaber on the table, no doubt recalling that the crystal inside once belonged to Imogen’s master. “I guess I do,” she said and brought Imogen’s hand up to plant a kiss on her palm. 

The soft touch of her lips brought forth a warm swell of adoration. Not just for the simple pleasure of physical connection, but Imogen noted that the placement of her kiss seemed entirely intentional. Bix did not wish to cause any more discomfort with her questioning or put unwanted contact on the scar tissue. But she kept her affection close enough to be pointed. To soothe what still caused the former Jedi’s mind to fret. 

“These wounds should not be forgotten, but I admit that they still cause me pain,” Imogen said slowly. Her words felt as if she forcefully tore all of her old scars wide open again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a beat, focusing on the presence of the woman beside her. Bix felt so vibrant through the Force like a light that guided her through a very long, dark tunnel. “You, my love, have the opposite effect.”