#Kazuma Tsukumo
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do u think, as he grows up, Yuma will start to see Kazuma in a different light? I mean, he idolized his father so much, and the man was obviously a source of comfort for him. But as he gets older, do you think he'll wonder how things could've turned out if his dad (and mom too ig. Mirai wasn't exactly there a lot either) had provided that comfort...in person? How much more it could've helped to actually hear these encouraging words from Kazuma in the flesh rather than have to rely on memory the whole time?
Idk bc its not like Yuma was a military brat, his parents weren't bound by the govt to go overseas and serve the country....they were explorers. Idk how professional Kazuma and Mirai were in that field, if they did it as a career or just a hobby but if it was the latter....idrk how I would feel abt my own parents choosing a hobby over me.
And I mean this is just speculation and all but I'm just trying with the idea of this tiny spark of resentment popping up within Yuma as he gets older and starts thinking about just how alone he was and why that was. I don't think he'd come to hate his parents; I don't think Yuma is really capable of hating anyone. But I do think maybe he'd wish Kazuma and Mirai had done things differently, been there more for him and Akari.
#im not like u talented yugioh essay ppl i just ramble on but#its also just the thing that happens when u get older#you realize ur parents weren't actually so perfect and didnt actually know everything there is to life#how you realize their mistakes#idk just a thought lol#ygo zexal#yugioh zexal#yuuma tsukumo#yuma tsukumo#kazuma tsukumo#mirai tsukumo
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Hello, my beloved stockholders. I’ve returned just in time for next quarter’s earnings report.
Which one are you
#zexal#shitpost#kazuma tsukumo#dr faker#Byron arclight#Mr. heartland#Mirai tsukumo#Charlie McCoy#yugioh zexal#one more final and I’m done with this 22 credit semester#edits from iris
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When your dad thinks your dreams are boring. What is this? A child without a crazy dream?
Yuma, you and your butter fingers, though
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Tres Leches Cake
Written for @ygorarepairweek!
YGO Rarepair Week 1 - Prompt is Sweets/Desserts - Fathershipping
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Vetrix has always had an eye for baking, it’s always been there. Even when him and Faker were cooped up in that lab, he always baked nice little tea cakes, although he never accepted them, let alone his tea. He remembered it so clearly, to see the shards of the teacup splayed all about the ground. He detested Faker for the act, but he never let it show.
But now, he kind of missed it. He was so petite that he could barely reach the top of the kitchen counter, always having to drag over a stool or ask one of his kids to hold him up so he could get something.
He’d barely had time to bake as he used to. Oh, such a shame.
It was sad, really, to be reduced to such a pitiful thing. But it was okay, because Kazuma didn’t mind. When they’d reunited he had expected him to be disgusted, to wonder where the old him had been, to never speak to him again. Maybe he was just scared, because the moment Kazuma saw him again, it seemed he’d loved him even more than before.
It was almost like nothing changed.
He’s hesitant, however. It’s a maelstrom of “Can I do this?” and “Is it wrong?”, to the point it makes his head spin. Because Kazuma is married, after all. Vetrix has met his wife multiple times, she’s a nice lady, this has to go against some type of rule.
But he doesn’t have the time to dwell on it. it’s the middle of the day, a quarter past 2 and not a second more, and their outside soaking up the sun. Kazuma went traveling with her again, bringing over a box of tres leche cake he’d picked up. Even though he never says it, it’s a gift! He assumes Vetrix would like it. It’s light and fluffy, just as Kazuma is whenever he holds him close.
His eyes are starting to wander again, noticing Kazuma's smile. "Who's got you smiling like that?" Vetrix asks, setting down his fork for a moment, "It's you, I think. You're always so cute when you eat, y'know."
"A-Am I now?" Those words alone make his cheeks flush. (Along with his galaxy eyes too, which is pleasantly pulsing with color)
"Yeah, you've got a.. what's it called?” He takes a moment to think. Oh, endearingly air-headed Kazuma, “A sweet tooth, yeah!"
“It always shows whenever you eat cake or stuff like that..”
"I suppose I do." The blonde stifles an awkward laugh, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the runaway crumbs from the side of his lip.
But he doesn’t suppose so, he knows so. It wasn’t his fault that sweet things always tasted so amazing. Kazuma always has a way of making things better, this cake included. He’s never been fond of big extravagant cakes (like the one Mr. Heartland had at that big party for the World Duel Carnival finalists, which he was sure it tasted like nothing but chalky, tasteless fondant) as it was always the small ones he loved the most, much like this tres leches cake.
He doesn’t love it, (love is too strong a word to place on an inanimate object, and love denotes attachment. Vetrix is absolutely horrible with attachment) and he’s still not 100% sure if he hates it, but he continues to eat it while not being completely sure why.
Visiting Kazuma, or just having him come over always tended to be a little draining. Most times he couldn’t find the right words to say, or just wanted his intrusive thoughts to win, to pin him down to the ground and kiss him until the both of them forgot their own names. Vetrix could barely function, like a computer running on the the first version of Windows as it slowly rotted away. But it’s always a relief, because Kazuma does most of the talking, anyways.
Vetrix has never been chatty whenever he’s alone with Kazuma. No one’s here, just Vetrix and Kazuma and over 100 colorful flowers that sit in the the flowerbeds right next to the table. Hell, Kazuma helped him plant all of them as well.
“I like the sunflowers. They remind me of you.” He’s shifted in his chair just a bit. They always point towards the sun, as if it’s their own personal spotlight. But Vetrix isn’t confident enough to do any of that. “They’re pretty, like you.”
He doesn’t quite remember the last time he heard Kazuma call him pretty, it’s been so long that the memories almost escaped him. He remembered Kazuma holding him closed running his fingers through his hair when they slept in that tent together, “The stars are pretty tonight, almost as pretty as you.” But the moment was cut short due to the most obvious.
But, out of no where, he finally has it in him to speak.
“I like spending time with you,”
It’s not an “I love you”, or an “I need you”, or “I like you”, nothing to ever suggest it. But the feelings there.
“And uhm, thank you very much for the cake, you’re very sweet.” He squeaks, feeling a little tinier than he actually is. But he doesn’t even realize what he said, having to do a double take. “I mean the CAKE is very sweet!” He babbles out, yellow eyes darting about.
Kazumas smile doesn’t go away, seemingly unbothered. Vetrixs shoulders relaxed, cheeks covered in blush.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He chuckles as he cuts himself a slice. Almost as if he knew. “I’ve barely gotten to try this stuff, let’s see if it’s as good as you make it look!”
He takes his first bite of cake and briefly closes his eyes in contentment. It’s pleasantly sweet and moist, and Vetrix can’t help but look on as his features fill with pleasure.
“And you’re welcome, really.”
And somehow, almost magically, the tension disappears.
#Fathershipping#babygirl tag#yugioh zexal#Anthys Writing#Kazuma tsukumo#Byron Arclight#vetrix arclight#vetrix yugioh#tron arclight#tron zexal#Tron yugioh#Ygorarepairweek2023
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Another batch of eligible bachelors for this wonderful new year has arrived!
#zexal#christopher arclight#thomas arclight#michael arclight#mizael#byron arclight#Mizael zexal#Don thousand#Kazuma tsukumo#shitpost
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you ever think about Vetrix sometimes…. Bbygirl…
When you think about it the WDC arc was just one big love triangle between faker kazuma and Vetrix
All the time🫀
They're all so silly it pains me to think
#sure Faker did betray them but they still love him <3#zexal#yugioh zexal#kazuma tsukumo#dr faker#vetrix arclight
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duel fuel!!!!!! my page for @ygocookbookzine
#yugioh zexal#zexal#zine#akari tsukumo#yuma tsukumo#haru tsukumo#kazuma tsukumo#mirai tsukumo#vector (zexal)#obomi#durbe#michael arclight#thomas arclight#christopher arclight
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A curated collection of my mildly disturbing YuGiOh doodles on discord
1: Kaiba’s big ol’ chest
2:Snakaito
3:Vector preparing dinner
4:Shrekaito and Donkuma
5:Birdstopher Birdlight never forgot that he was descended from dinosaurs
6:Did you guys know that Ryoga’s VA dubbed for Jack (Harry Styles) in Don’t Worry Darling? Aka a story about a man trapping his wife in a 1950s simulation?? Maybe Chris was never the horrible 50s husband. Maybe it was Shark this whole time.
7:Hc that the dads are gen Z/millenials
I will be taking a break from social media! If you need a commission please dm me on discord @ Scattered-Irises#9090. Don’t worry, you people will get your Kaito-in-front-of-Chris’-dead-body-family-guy-death-pose drawing soon. Toodles 💚
#Seto Kaiba#Kaito Tenjo#vector zexal#Yuma tsukumo#christopher arclight#ryoga kamishiro#dr faker#Byron Arclight#Kazuma tsukumo#he is cringe but he is free#art from iris#yugioh#zexal
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Astral World Concepts
@zexalmonth
#zexal month 2022#I wanted to play around with more ideas of what astral world#would look like#I want to post more about it but I also have character designs I want to complete#yugioh zexal#Zexal#astral world#eliphas#Kazuma Tsukumo
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kinktober 2023 day 13 - size difference
#ygo#zexal#yugioh zexal#yugioh#byron arclight#tron zexal#kazuma tsukumo#fathershipping#shifplus#ask#anonymous
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希望の廻天者 by Yuragawa
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Please contact me if you wish to translate
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Dr. Faker drives a stick shift because
A) best anti theft system in the far future of Zexal
B) Probably enjoys the challenge, more stimulation for his brain
C) Is an asshole
C.5) Can make fun of people who can't drive stick
"It's not that hard Byron. However, I have to say, this system is better-suited for particular...levels of intelligence."
D) Got mildly annoyed/impressed when Kazuma said he could drive stick as well (maybe he has a thing for retro vehicles, given his old bike)
#zexal#dr. faker#kazuma tsukumo#Byron arclight#shitpost#headcanon#Also Kaito does know how to drive stick but he doesn't because his dad ruined it for him
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Hope doesn't last long
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commission
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By the Firelight
Written for @ygorarepairweek!
YGO Rarepair Week, Day 2 - Prompts used are Rain and Kiss - Fathershipping
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Byron’s has never slept next to anyone in his life, even when he was a kid. His parents insisted that he sleep in his own bed like a “proper child” should. But proper children didn’t dare to shed the skin they were gratefully so given, did they? The only thing he really remembered as a child was being locked within the confines of impossibly expensive antique furniture, framed paintings, and catholic school.
But he was sure when he left for college he’d leave all that anxiety behind, surely.
At first, he did. But…
something changed.
The thing that changed was Kazuma Tsukumo. It was stupid, foolish.
Asinine, really.
It was even more stupid of Byron to insist for Faker to have him help them find the portal. All he wanted was for the rat bastard to shut up and to just loosen up, which he never seemed to do. He hoped Kazuma helping them find the portal would finally get him to shut up.
But it would be a lie to say he wasn’t kind of doing it for himself, too.
Ever since he met him, the uncomfortable truth remained. He loves Kazuma. He loves him so much that at times it physically hurts. Like his heart is beating so fast he can’t tell if he has butterflies in his stomach or if he’s going into cardiac arrest.
Byron absolutely adores how lovable and dumb he is, but he never fails to show how intelligent he is. They met in college, always lowering everyone’s expectations so they always remained surprised when he surpassed them.
Byron never thought of the circumstances of it all. It started out fine, until it came time to go to bed.
Kazuma was endearingly odd, but the oddest thing he saw was Kazuma laying on the hard ground to sleep.
All he wanted to do is check if he was alright, he should’ve been skeptical from the start when he noticed Kazuma hadn’t brought a tent for himself, “Hey, Kazuma? Are you-“ He stopped in his tracks, “Are you crazy? You shouldn’t sleep there!” His eyes widen just a little, in pure disbelief, “I want to sleep under the stars. Is that so wrong?”
“No, of course not!” He cries out. No matter how much he thinks he’s gotten used to him, Kazuma always surprises him with something new, “You can’t be serious. Just look at how nippy Its getting. Come into my tent, please.” Byron can feel smell rain overhead. He absolutely abhors the feeling of rain against his skin, or worse, his perfectly blonde hair. He likes the aesthetics and the smells of it, but the feeling always freaked him out.
“Really, it’s fine. That’s your space, after all.” He sighs
“Kazuma, listen to me, It’s not fine. Come into my tent, I can make room.”
“You sound like my wife,” The phrase was followed by faint laughter, the only thing Byron could do was roll his eyes.
It was a good thing that Byron had an extra blanket, and that the tent was spacious enough to fit the both of them. “Really, Byron, you don’t have to.” Kazuma lays down, undoing his jacket slowly, “I didn’t want you to catch a cold, or worse. It is getting cloudy, after all.”
“Is it?” Kazuma barely noticed it at all. The rain was softly falling now. Just a little above a drizzle, nothing he couldn’t handle. The cicadas that were pleasantly chirping earlier (although it sounded a lot like screaming to Byron) came to a halt, now sleeping calmly in the trees. “You’re really caring, you know that?”
“It’s just common sense.” Byron quickly darted his jade eyes from Kazumas pectorals, which he’d been staring at for an inappropriate amount of time now. It felt like such a small pocket of time. “I really don’t mind the rain, honestly. I did want to see the stars tonight.”
“They kind of remind me of you, really.”
It took a moment for Byron to process what he’d just said, “What?” Was his mind playing tricks on him? His pining had to have been eating away at him hard, no, it WAS. If he pined any harder he’d be a tree by now.
“I’ve always liked them..” Kazumas voice was calm, lacking it’s usual confidence, but still ever so alluring, “The stars are pretty, but not as pretty as you,” The rain kept softly beating down onto the top of the tent, it’s pitter-patter mimicking his quickening heartbeat. “If I could, I’d name a constellation after you.” The cicadas were faintly resonating in the trees, at least the bugs sounded a lot less like screaming now. Byron’s cheeks flushed, it was hard to keep himself under control. His heart might as well burst out of his chest now, he gulps. “What? I mean what I say, and I say what I mean.”
“That’s nice of you..” His throat feels dry from nervousness and regret, “But are you sure you should be saying that to someone like me?”
“You’re special to me, you know.” And just those words alone make him turn pink, he lays down the blanket next to him, “Come, please.” And so he does, almost not by his own will. As if something was controlling him and pulling Byron to sit near him. The night is dwindling away. There’s no space left to move, and honestly, Kazuma likes it that way, to be so close to him - when did that happen?
The rain still falls, but he still feels hot, absolutely sweltering in his ow desperation, “Tell me, what do you think of me?”, He slips up and chokes up, “I.. The answers not easy..”
His expression is hard to tell, like that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. “You don’t have to be so nervous, Byron.”
“I-“ Byron knows it, Kazuma knows it, “I’m not.” But he still lies, to keep some semblance of composure. “It’s fine. But I think I have something to remedy it.” But before he can inquire, he’s silenced by the thing he’s wanted ever so greatly.
For tonight, Byron’s mouth is not filled with the dry feeling of nervousness, but rather the absolutely blissful, euphoric feeling of the only man he’s had eyes for.
Kazuma is just as sweet as he imagined, his lips tasting of sweet honey. At first it’s a soft brush, Kazuma removing himself far too quickly, “Shit!” he hissed under his own shaky breath, “Sorry, I should have asked.” Byron might as well have had hearts in his eyes. “Why did you stop?”
And just like Kazuma did, before he can even question what Byron said, he pulls him close and smashes his lips against his. All he’s ever wanted was in the palm of his hands, and it felt absolutely amazing.
The rain kept falling, the world kept turning, the cicadas couldn’t stop chirping and his eyes closed shut. Kazuma was so sure of him, he couldn’t help but give into his embrace and let him have his way with him, to do as he wished, no matter what it was. He barely registers Kazuma brushing his bangs away and tracing his fingers along the scars running along his very own pectorals, and honestly, Byron’s not even sure if he’s 100% there. But it’s okay.
They’re absolutely alone, anyone else there is insignificant. Byron isn’t used to being close to really anyone for this long, but it’s becoming so, so easy with Kazuma. He refrains from mentioning the way his eyes dim handsomely, clawing it’s way into his heart and laying there snuggly.
The next morning, all Byron could wake up to was himself laying in his own sweat and messy hair splayed about the floor of the tent. Was it all a dream? Kazuma wasn’t next to him at all. He must have slept outside, it must have been.
Byron’s shirt is off, he peeks outside for a moment. The ground is ever so slightly wet with rain, the cold making him shiver. But the wet cold seems almost insignificant as he looks up.
“Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”
His smile tells Byron that it wasn’t all a dream. And finally, he can smile back.
#Ygorarepairweek2023#Babygirl tag#Anthys writing#Kazuma tsukumo#Byron arclight#yugioh zexal#vetrix#vetrix arclight#vetrix yugioh#tron arclight#tron yugioh#tron zexal#Also it’s very lightly LIGHTLY implied that they do the do but whatever#fathershipping
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