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#i always find it funny when in animation they draw the younger versions of the characters#and they just have the same hairstyles...#but now i know why... how else would you know its yugi boy and his pals honda & co.?#babies with dyed hair what about it?#they use those sprays that make your hair incredibely tacky#also i never draw otogi#poor guy#next fanart no yugi!!!#< lies#anyways#have a nice day!#tags >#tycoonhell#yugioh#yugi mutou#honda#katsuya jonouchi#anzu mazaki#and the backside of bakura
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So this started out as a joke but I spent a couple weeks on this drawing of TKB in a babygirl hoodie and booty shorts :3c
I took a lot of inspiration from @ploppymeep ‘s design of TKB so please go check out his work because it’s phenomenal
#ygo#yugioh#tkb#thief king bakura#I've been so fixated on this it's unreal#lol#if I ever get around to drawing the backside the shorts are supposed to say#god won't le me die#I love my friends hahaha
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More goodies I bought from GoodsRepublic (along with the booklet from my other post HERE)!
I had to get this cute strap, included all my faves together~~~Seeing both Yami Bakura and Ryou Bakura is always a rare treat for me! Plus look at their icons, i it cracks me up that Ryou just has the creampuff and his shirt! lol Then with Yami Marik and Marik Ishtar on the backside, and Marik’s icons are just his earrings and part of his tattoo~~~
I also got this mini file folder (or clear case?) with Yami Bakura on it, gotta luv the pose!
*Photos/edits by me, please do not use or repost without permission*
#ryou bakura#yami bakura#bakura#yami marik#marik ishtar#yugioh merchandise#yugioh#my collection#still counts right?#happy tendershipping Tuesday
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You got Task Failed Successfully for 10?
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
Like I mentioned in this post, that particular fic was inspired by a piece of TKB fanart. When I started it, I didn't have a pairing in mind. All I knew was there was going to be murder and smut, with the nameless OC as the murder victim (which if you go over the description of the woman, you may recognize her as my main OC, Kat).
What's a little murder gone wrong without that one person to come help clean things up? Cue Bakura calling his old roommate. In the original version, that's all they were, with the two of them taking different directions in life. Then these lines mysteriously appeared:
Ryou stood and brought himself to Bakura, pushing him back and straddling his lap. Bakura instinctively wrapped his hands around his ex’s backside, bringing him in even closer.
“Isn’t this considered tampering with evidence?” Bakura asked playfully.
Ryou leaned in close. “No, it’s called contamination of a crime scene...and abuse of authoritative power.”
I rewrote a few things after that (including changing Ryou to being Bakura's ex, instead of his old roommate).
So basically, the ship kinda wrote itself. I didn't choose it, it just showed up lol
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you’d come back to me
chapter eight: suggestion
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Summary: Seto Kaiba has been presumed dead for four years after the events of Dark Side of Dimensions. His return causes both unresolved feelings of grief to be brought to the surface and the past to be dragged right back up. In hopes of helping Seto move on and reintegrate back into society at large, Mokuba asks Yugi to work on Spherium II with Seto. Never one to leave a friend hanging, Yugi agrees. Over the course of the project, Seto and Yugi both come to terms with their mutual grief and grow towards a better understanding of each other.
Rating: T
Ships: Yugi Mutou/Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba/Rebecca Hopkins, Katusya Jonouchi/Mai Kujaku
Warnings: aged up characters, grief, references to suicide
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On the first day of development, Seto immediately began to question all of Yugi’s choices in design. “This could be far more effective if we do this instead,” Seto said as he spread out a new code that would take far longer than the allotted time to implement. “I don’t know why you’re doing it that way.”
“We only have a year to get a working prototype to show investors, Kaiba,” Yugi said for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. He was certain that it was, at most, the fifth time. “I’ve already told you it would be unfair on the team to do it that way so we’re doing it the easier way.”
“If you want it to be effective, you should do things right the first time,” Seto snapped and Yugi glared up at him. Once again, Yugi was annoyed that he stopped an inch short of six feet tall. It was hard to be intimidating when Seto was still ever so slightly taller than him and had to wear some sort of heeled boot on top of it. “We should do things this way.”
“Kaiba, believe it or not, the team is not made of robots and we have new rules in place where we’re not allowed to stay in the building past 11 pm,” Yugi said, back straightening out to his fullest height. His eye line still barely met Seto’s nose. “It would be impossible to do things the way you outlined, so we’re keeping things the way I designed.”
“I used to stay at work all night,” Seto countered, not seeming to realize what a very bad argument that was. In fact, Yugi couldn’t help but smirk in response because as far as he was concerned, Seto made his point for him. This seemed to bother Seto, however. “Stop smirking at me. I stayed at work all night and it was fine!”
“Kaiba, you do realize that might just be the worst argument anyone’s ever made right,” Yugi asked as he raised a brow at Seto, enjoying the flush that appeared right across Seto’s cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was ever intimidated by Seto. Seto was basically putty in his hands. “If you did something, that’s proof enough that it does not work. We’re keeping it the way it is. Thank you for your input, now get back to work.”
To his great surprise, Seto shuffled off without another word. Perhaps working with Seto would be a lot easier than expected.
“Mokie,” Rebecca called as she burst right into Mokuba’s office, her badge pinned to the pocket of her pink and blue jacket. Mokuba looked up from his work, a surprised look on his face. While Rebecca did, indeed, frequently visit, she normally at least called ahead. Though he couldn’t say he was complaining as he noted she’d paired the jacket with a pink skirt that showcased her legs. “Whatcha planning for my birthday?”
Mokuba wished he could say he was surprised that Rebecca would think that this was an appropriate reason to visit him at work but he really wasn’t. At least it wasn’t as bad as when she dropped by to ask him about fabrics for the apartment’s couch. She’d been convinced it was dire and refused to admit it could have waited until he got home. “I thought you said you wanted the details of your birthday to be a surprise,” Mokuba remarked as he took a look at the calendar. There were only three days left until Rebecca’s birthday on December 28th. “You also said Christmas gifts do not count towards your birthday gifts.”
“Hanukkah gifts do not count to the overall total either,” Rebecca said seriously, eyeing Mokuba suspiciously. “You should make sure everyone knows that. It might start on the 25th but that doesn’t mean they can cheap out on my gifts.”
“Of course, Rebecca,” Mokuba said, almost amused. He had to admire Rebecca's tenacity. It was part of her charm, after all. He made a mental note to remind Yugi about Rebecca’s gift demands as his hands rested on her hips. “I wouldn't dream of letting you get cheaped out on your gifts, my love.”
Rebecca was instantly mollified by the pet name, a soft smile appearing on her face as she leaned in to press a quick kiss to Mokuba’s cheek. “Good,” she said softly, hopping off the desk and winking at him. “I’ll see you at home, darling!”
Mokuba grinned as he looked over her backside as she walked out the office. As much as he was certain that was another thing that could’ve waited until he got home, he did feel a little more relaxed about going back into working on this project. In fact, he actually didn’t want to get back to work at all.
Yugi checked his watch, keeping a close eye on the time. Jonouchi’s Duel was at six pm and he needed to be at the stadium an hour before the Duel. The tournament that Jonouchi was dueling in had been excited to have snagged Jonouchi for their roster. He took his dueling rather seriously, always working to improve his deck. Yugi had passively mentioned how Jonouchi’s deck had improved to user saggithedarkclown that he’d started to regularly chat with online, who expressed a little bit of doubt that Jonouchi might be able to secure victory. Yugi had a small bet with the user riding on Jonouchi’s victory now.
As expected, the stadium was already a madhouse when Yugi got there. Everyone was chattering with excitement as Yugi was directed to enter through the back. He wound up driving under the stadium and directed to the valet. A security guard met with Yugi, handing him a badge that secured access backstage and made a joke about how it was a formality. Yugi grinned, joking back about how rules are rules. It would be impossible for him to ignore that people knew who he was at this point. “Where’s Jonouchi?”
“He’s getting ready,” the guard said as he led Yugi towards his dressing room. Yugi noted that the halls of the stadium were cold and impersonal until they turned down the hall that led to his usual room. Posters from past exhibition matches and promotions for other events decorated the walls. The few things that weren’t Duel Monsters related stuck out the most. “You’ll see him when the Duel starts. Sorry about that, Mr. Mutou.”
As much as he’d like to wish Jonouchi luck before the Duel, he wasn’t about to break the rules for it. Jonouchi would know that Yugi was rooting for him, after all. He thanked the guard as he ducked into his dressing room. Yugi changed into his professional Dueling attire, noting it over in the mirror. He was still embarrassed by how much it still looked like his old school uniform. He’d been wanting to replace it for the longest time but his manager had insisted this was what people wanted to see. Yugi had a hard time believing that. The backstage of a stadium was the same lineal space it always was. If it were not for the clock on the wall or the watch on his wrist, Yugi could’ve easily lost track of time. “Mr. Mutou,” came the voice of one of the security guards from outside his dressing room. “You’re on.”
His boots clicked on the concrete floor of the hallway with the sounds of the crowd getting louder as he approached the pitch. Before he went out, a stage hand pinned a microphone to his tank top and pressed the battery pack into his back pocket within seconds. She gave him a thumbs up before ducking out of sight as quickly as possible and he stepped onto the platform, staring upwards at the opening that would lift him up into the center of the pitch.
No matter how many times he did this, it always felt strange. The roar from the audience was deafening and the lights in his face prevented him from getting a good look at the audience. Still, he grinned, spreading his arms out as if he wasn’t uncomfortable. “Welcome to the Duel we’ve all been waiting for,” Yugi announced, stepping off the platform onto the field and spinning around as if he could see beyond the first row of the audience. He grinned when he saw Mokuba, Honda, Bakura, Mai, and Otogi in the front row. “Katsuya Jonouchi is going to face off against Ryota Kajiki! A rematch, as it were, for those of you who remember Jonouchi’s time in Battle City!”
The crowd went into a frenzy as Ryota entered the pitch and waved up towards the crowd. Yugi grinned at Ryota. Yugi was glad that the first Duel that Jonouchi had in this tournament was against this Duelist. Ryota was as honorable as ever and always proved to be a real challenge. “I Duel with the raw power of the ocean behind me,” Ryota called, holding up his Duel Disk in a theatrical manner. “Not many have managed to withstand the powerful monsters that hide in the sea!”
“Ryota’s a three time champion, with his most recent victory being in Nagasaki, where he took the top prize. He’s known for his signature Umi based strategies,” Yugi announced. “He seeks to challenge Jonouchi for the Domino City title today! And now, here he comes - Katsuya Jonouchi!”
If the crowd had been frenzied for Ryota, they were absolutely feral when Jonouchi entered the pitch and tossed his bangs out of his eyes with a glean in his eyes. “Been a while, Kajiki,” Jonouchi called out with a grin on his face and activated his Duel Disk. “I’ll warn ya now: I’m not gonna cower away from a challenge! Let’s have a fun Duel!”
“Most of you remember Katsuya’s rise from underdog to third place at Battle City to four time champion,” Yugi called out as he gestured over to his friend with a grin across his features. The crowd roared, and Yugi laughed. “Katsuya, like Ryota, is seeking to proceed forward in the Domino City regional championships in hopes of going to nationals! With his fierce Red Eyes Black Dragon and warriors by his side, he’ll be a tough one to beat!”
“Remember, fair play, fair Duel,” Yugi said as he pulled out the coin, tossing it up in the air. “Heads, Katsuya goes first, tails, Ryota goes first.” He caught it in the air as the drone flew around him, catching the fact that the coin toss came up tails. “Ryota will start! Each player will start with 8000 life points with no draw on the first turn. If a player fails to make a move within five minutes on their turn, they will automatically lose. Duel, start!”
Yugi took a step back, watching the Duel with a sense of pride taking over. Jonouchi really had managed to come a long way since his first Duel. In fact, Jonouchi had managed to get his trusty Red Eyes on the field by turn two. By turn four, Red Eyes Slash Dragon was on the field and equipped with Axe of Despair and Gearfried. “And that’s not all, Kajiki,” Jonouchi said, sounding proud of himself. “I’m tributing from my hand another Red Eyes Black Dragon to bring out Red-Eyes Alternative Black Dragon! And I’ll be setting three cards before heading into my battle phase!”
From there, Yugi saw how that one turn had decided the entire Duel. Ryota never recovered from Jonouchi destroying Umi on the fifth turn with Heavy Storm nor the fact that he’d used that move to set Red-Eyes Fang with Chain. Ryota’s life points hit zero by turn ten - a hard earned victory on Jonouchi’s part. “Katsuya Jonouchi is the winner,” Yugi declared, stepping forward to congratulate Jonouchi on his win.
“You know you didn’t have to fly in for Rebecca’s birthday,” Yugi said as he picked up Anzu at the airport. The unspoken statement was that despite the fact he said she didn’t have to, Rebecca would have been disappointed to not have Anzu at her party. And well, Yugi would have missed having Anzu around too. “Aren’t you busy with rehearsals?”
“I wanted to come,” Anzu said as she tossed her bag in the backseat of Yugi’s car and climbed into the front seat with a bright smile. There might have been a time when that smile might have done strange things to Yugi’s heart. However, now, it was just the smile of a friend who had been there by his side since he was a child. “Thanks for letting me crash on your couch, by the way.”
“Hey, no problem. You know my couch is open for you whenever you want to come home,” Yugi said. “I miss you when you aren’t here.”
“Is Kaiba really driving you that crazy?”
“He’s the worst project partner to ever exist,” Yugi said, more out of impulse than anything else. Last night, Seto had wanted to stay late and Yugi had to put his foot down. While Yugi didn’t mention he had to be up early to pick Anzu up, he did remind Seto that most of the team would like to get home to their families. Seto, naturally, had insisted that working late was good for a person. “He doesn’t seem to get that he’s not the only one working on this project. I asked Mokuba about it and apparently it was the same when he was making the Duel Disk system.”
“Kaiba’s always been intense,” Anzu said thoughtfully. “I suppose you shouldn’t be too surprised that he’s intense with work.”
“I suppose,” Yugi said with a sigh, shaking his head slightly. He couldn’t help but think about all the times Kaiba had blown off the team building nights. At every turn, Kaiba wanted to undermine Yugi’s leadership. Now that was the part that pissed Yugi off the most. “Just wish he’d get that this is supposed to be a team effort. He seemed shocked that it wasn’t just him and I working on the project.”
Anzu pursed her lips, tilting her head slightly. “Did Mokuba mention if Kaiba’s ever worked with a team before? This might be the first time he’s actually worked with a team.”
Yugi gave her a lopsided grin. There was a good chance she was right. He’d never really known Kaiba to be much of a team player. Not only that, it was obvious that Kaiba was smart enough to create the projects he had on his own. “Are you suggesting that I simply aggressively apply friendship to my problems with Kaiba?”
“It’s worked before,” Anzu teased with a light shrug. “Besides… you and I both know teamwork is best with people you’re friends with. Oh! Maybe you should try inviting him to hang out after work one on one! That would help establish a rapport.”
“It might help since he’s blown off every single group night,” Yugi admitted. Plus he could see if Kaiba had changed at all in the past four years. Sure, Kaiba hadn’t physically aged but maybe something was different. Maybe Kaiba was not the Kaiba from his memories. “I think that also it’d help Kaiba to relax around me. He’s always so tense.”
“In that case, it might be good for the two of you to hang out without work involved,” Anzu said brightly. “Might help him relax and help him realize that the team nights don’t have to be so scary. You’ve always been good at helping stressed out people relax.”
Yugi laughed, shaking his head. “Anzu, I think that it would take a miracle to make Kaiba relax.”
Just then, his phone pinged and Yugi glanced towards his phone. Normally he’d pull over to see if it was another message from saggithedarkclown but with Anzu in the car… “Did you want me to check who messaged you,” Anzu asked.
“Uh, yeah,” Yugi admitted with a light blush across his cheeks. “I’d actually like that.”
Anzu picked up his phone, checking it before giggling. “It’s from someone called Saggi The Dark Clown,” she remarked, raising a brow at him. “Interesting username. I thought Jou had that sniped.”
“Jou claims he sold it and I’m inclined to believe him cause this guy types a little formally compared to Jou,” Yugi said with a shrug. “So whoever Saggi is -”
“You call him Saggi,” Anzu asked, interrupting with a laugh before waving her hand with a teasing smile. “Sorry, I’m being rude. Tell me more.”
“Thanks for being mature about this,” Yugi said, the blush on his face darkening. He wished he wasn’t prone to blushing. Anzu was sure to pick up on that. “Anyway. Saggi was posting about being out of the game for four years and wanted to get back into the swing of things and wanted to know more about the meta. I’ve just… been helping him. That’s all.”
“Oh is that all,” she teased, a twinkle in her eyes. “Why Yugi! Have you finally started to crush on someone new? This is fantastic news!”
“Oh no,” Yugi groaned. “Don’t tell the rest of the gang.”
“Jou would be so happy to hear that you’re starting to move,” Anzu protested. “And you know that Ryou and Honda would also be happy for you too. You’ve been stuck in this state for so long, Yugi. They’d want to hear you’re doing better.”
Yugi sighed. “Let me tell them on my own,” he said softly, knowing Anzu was right. They’d absolutely be happy to hear that he was no longer stuck on Atem. It’d been a long time since Yugi had allowed himself to fall for anyone. He’d been terrified to fall and risk losing them again. It was terrifying still, actually. “It’s still just someone I’m talking to online about Duel Monsters, anyway. It’s not really a crush.”
Anzu laughed. “It would be like you to fall for someone over a game,” she teased. “I’m happy for you, though. I hope this works for you.”
Seto didn’t understand why he had to wear a tuxedo specifically for Rebecca’s birthday party. In fact, he also wasn’t sure why Mokuba insisted that Seto buy a grand total of ten gifts for Rebecca. He was fairly certain Rebecca was Jewish. He didn’t understand why he had to buy her a Christmas gift to begin with, nor did he understand why his Hannakuh gift couldn’t count towards her birthday gift. He messed with the Kaiba Corp branded cufflinks on his suit jacket, wondering why anyone would want so much attention on them during their birthday. He also didn’t know what was wrong with having the birthday in the apartment. No, Mokuba had rented out a ballroom for Rebecca’s birthday.
In fact, everything about this seemed over the top. He was certain that more than Mokuba and Rebecca’s usual friend group was going to show up considering the amount of food at the banquet table and the ostentatiously large cake. A DJ had been hired and he was setting up his equipment while Mokuba seemed to be dealing with the staff. From what Seto could tell, it seemed like the staff and Mokuba had a rapport going on. Mokuba laughed at something one of the employees said and Seto was stunned to realize that it seemed like Mokuba was a natural leader. A pang in his chest as he realized that yet again, he never got to see Mokuba develop this skill in his absence. Mokuba had pulled his long hair back into a ponytail and the long hair was the only thing Seto recognized in his brother. His brother had taken to wearing suits of varying colors. Today, it was a baby blue suit with a pink tie and a pale lavender vest.
Seto hadn’t seen Rebecca yet. In fact, he was certain the only reason Mokuba insisted that Seto help set up the party was to talk to him about how things were going with Yugi on Spherium II. He wouldn’t be sure how to answer that question. In many ways, it was going poorly. Yugi insisted on ending the work day early, losing valuable hours because Yugi wanted to go home early. It seemed like Yugi didn’t really care about getting this project done as quickly as possible. He hadn’t even begun to form what he would tell Mokuba when Mokuba had strode over to where he was standing. “You know I didn’t expect you to stand around and do nothing,” Mokuba remarked casually. “I hope you aren’t doing this to Yugi at work.”
“I’m not,” Seto said defensively. “I just don’t get the point of having a birthday party at all. People get older every year. No point in celebrating it.”
“Some people like their birthdays,” Mokuba said with a shrug. “Rebecca happens to like celebrating her birthday. And well, might as well indulge her since it doesn’t harm anything. Plus twenty-one’s a big deal for Americans.”
“I suppose,” Seto said, remembering Rebecca’s threat to break his legs if he ruined her birthday the way he ruined his own birthday. He didn’t think he’d ruined anything but he’d prefer not to test Rebecca. “You seem to really care about her.”
“Yeah,” Mokuba said softly. “She’s smart and driven and keeps me down to Earth. I wish you two would get along.”
Seto noted the look on Mokuba’s face in an attempt to better understand the meaning behind those words. It seemed it really did bother Mokuba that he and Rebecca did not get along. How peculiar. He wouldn’t think Rebecca and his relationship wouldn’t have an impact on Rebecca and Mokuba’s relationship or his and Mokuba’s relationship but it seemed it did. “Alright,” Seto said, just as soft. He didn’t want Mokuba to be upset. He’d already done enough damage in that regard. Seto was certain he’d have to spend the rest of his life making up for his past mistakes to Mokuba at this rate. “I’ll try to be nice today. Shame that can’t count as my gift to her.”
“Rebecca’s touchy with gifts,” Mokuba said, seriously. “She’s used to her gifts being lumped together and her birthday being treated as another holiday stressor. I don’t want her to think she’s just a stress point.” He paused before grinning as if he’d come up with a brilliant idea. “Maybe you two should hang out more. Get to know each other. I really think you’d like her if you just got to know her.”
Seto gave a soft “tch” before relanting. “Fine,” Seto said as he thought about all the times he’d been alone with Rebecca. Every time, it felt like he was with a caged lioness who was on the hunt for her young. “I’ll try to find more time to spend with her.”
Seto was surprised when the doors opened and who should walk in but Ryou wearing an odd tweed suit. “Hi, Mokuba,” Ryou said, holding up a large gift. “I hope Rebecca likes this. I saw it and thought that she might also think of her grandfather when looking at this.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll love it,” Mokuba said with a laugh. “Especially if it came from your shop. I swear, your shop shows up on the bank statement at least three times a month.”
“The tricky part is finding something she hasn’t bought already,” Ryou said with a rather soft smile as he went to place it with the rest of the gifts. Seto had noted that the table already had at least ten gifts on it. “Can’t complain too much. Keeps business steady.”
Seto didn’t know that Rebecca liked occult stuff. He shouldn’t have been surprised considering how many of Mokuba’s friends were enraptured by the occult. For whatever reason, they just seemed to attract occult nonsense. A thought scratched at his head, reminding him that he had forced his way to the afterlife to see a dead man. He supposed he didn’t have much of a leg to stand on in that regard anymore. He’d accepted that magic, for whatever reason, was real. Who was he to stand here and pretend otherwise? It still made his skin crawl knowing there were things that he could not properly explain despite coming to this conclusion.
This line of thought plagued him as other guests began to pour in. As expected, he didn’t recognize all of them. He had to suspect some of them were either duelists or students from Rebecca’s school. In fact, some of them seemed on the older side compared to Rebecca - easily in their late twenties or early thirties. Then again… Rebecca was a PhD candidate. He had to imagine that chances to talk to people her age in that kind of program were few and far between. That was something they could connect on, Seto considered.
Much like Rebecca, Seto never really had many chances to connect to people his age. He was, after all, the CEO of a major corporation by the age of fifteen. All the people he’d interacted with at that time were twenty plus years older than him. Perhaps that was why he’d reacted the way he had to Yugi and his friends. He didn’t know how to interact with people his age. He froze as he remembered that Yugi and his friends weren’t exactly his age anymore. He was completely disconnected from them now.
He was so caught in his thoughts that he never expected the wind to be knocked out of him like this when Yugi finally arrived with none other than Anzu on his arm. He didn’t know why he was so surprised. Hadn’t he already pinged them as dating? He couldn’t help but note they were matching. Anzu had a chiffon dress in yellow on and Yugi himself was wearing a gold vest with a black tie underneath his suit. Yugi seemed to be laughing at something she said and his cheeks were slightly tinged pink. Why did this scene bother Seto?
It took him a few moments to pinpoint the emotion. Was this jealousy? Was he jealous of Anzu? Did he want to be with Yugi? He took more note of Anzu than he ever had. He knew she’d been cast as Black Magician Girl in some musical on Broadway. He doubted it was actually Broadway but he hadn’t bothered to double check at the time. If he had to guess, he supposed she was traditionally beautiful. The kind of face he might see in a museum while other girls remarked upon how much they looked like that.
He was staring just a little too long. “Mokie said I have to try to make an effort to get to know you,” came a voice and it took Seto a minute to ping it as Rebecca. He’d been so focused on Anzu and Yugi that he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. How embarrassing. “Hello? Earth to Seto?”
Seto turned towards Rebecca and instantly noted that Rebecca had ditched her glasses for the day. He suspected that Mokuba had a hand in the dress she wore as it looked just a tad out of budget for a university student. “Sorry,” Seto said, not really sorry at all. “I was just thinking. Er… Mokuba said I have to be nice to you today. Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Good,” Rebecca said and for once, she didn’t look close to murdering him. In fact… she seemed almost a little relaxed. He was guessing that the party must have something to do with that. “Thanks… so… uh. I actually…” She seemed a little bit lost. What could she possibly have to say that would leave her looking this confused? He’d never known Rebecca to mince her words. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I was harsh on you for the past few months. It’s just… when you disappeared… you weren’t there, but I was. Mokie was heartbroken and I know that you probably didn’t mean to cause that now. I was just scared that you’d hurt Mokie again and that wasn’t fair of me. So… start over?”
Seto was taken aback. Her hostility had been because she cared about Mokuba. He could respect that, actually. If everything she’d done towards him was out of concern for Mokuba, Seto had a newfound admiration for Rebecca. “If that was your reason, then I suppose I can’t fault you for it,” Seto admitted. It seemed both Yugi and Rebecca had similar reasons to be angry with him and it all came back to Mokuba. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for hurting Mokuba. “And I would rather you keep holding me accountable for that. It’s better I don’t try to brush it aside.”
Rebecca eyed him critically. “I don’t want to keep harping on it,” she said slowly, tilting her head. Seto had noted long ago that Rebecca had to crane her neck upward when it came both to Mokuba and him. Today, she didn’t need to and could almost meet his eyes. He could only assume this meant she was wearing heels underneath her dress. “The past is the past. Nothing any of us can do can change it. All we can do is try to be our best every day. Right, Seto?”
There was something fierce in her voice. It seemed like this statement was very important. And Seto wanted to agree with her. It seemed full of promise if he could just let go of the past and stride to the future. “Of course,” Seto said softly. Was it not him who said that they could break free of the prison of reality? That the future was theirs to shape as they saw fit? It all required him to put the past squarely in the past, however. Could he do that? Let go of all his grief and rage? He wanted to. He’d never wanted anything more in his entire life. “In that case, Rebecca. Let’s just move forward. I’d like to get to know my brother’s girlfriend properly.”
It seemed he passed. Rebecca smiled brightly as she grabbed his hand. “You’ve got so much to learn,” she said as she pulled him towards the dance floor. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?”
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► "Give me the masterkey to KaibaCorp. Picking your locks all the fucking time is getting boring."
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. // @ancientgoldboundspirit
"Ghhh..." Great. He's going to need to get all the locks changed, thanks to this stupid... whatever-it-is that's forcing him to do this. At least some of his more top-secret stuff used fingerprints and retinal scans as well, but why did he have the sneaking suspicion Bakura had picked through that somehow?
Whatever. Kaiba found his hands moving on their own, opening his briefcase and rifling through a particular stack of cards. He pulled one from the stack (it was shaped like a Duel Monsters card, the backside the same as a card, and the front looking like a blue keycard that sort-of looked like a credit card) and tossed it to Bakura. "Here. Take it."
There's a small pause, as Kaiba hits a red button on his desk phone. Security had just been called. "Now, good luck escaping with it."
#ancientgoldboundspirit#[[mhEHEH#\\\ Just my luck. Dork Fest Continues. (MEME ANSWERS)#\\\ You're Not Me (IC)
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@ancientgoldboundspirit (Naga!Yami Bakura)
With dance classes making the young brunette,named Anzu, taking a small adventure into the woods seemed like a nice break. Anzu always enjoyed being out in nature and the true beauty around her.
So, on a nice Sunday afternoon she went alone to the forest that was near the city of Domino. Naturally, she did try to ask the others if they wanted to come with her. But, sadly..they were all busy for one reason or another. It did make Anzu a little sad, but she understood that everyone had their own lives to live.
Though, half way into the forest, Anzu was so memorized by the different trees that she didn’t even noticed ‘something’ hard tripping her by one of the bigger trees. Making the usually graceful female fall straight on her backside.
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Bakura groaned into the touch, pleasure mounting beneath his skin as Godling kneaded his backside. "Tonight it is." He breathed on his lover's milky white skin, ecstatic the time had come for them to be united. "Part of my impatience was due to other circumstances. Perhaps now we are on the cusp of our union together, I will tell you of them. I want a long life with you, my night. I may not always be the kind and wonderful husband you absolutely deserve but I do love you. You're mine."
“I know. And I won’t always be as supportive and solely devoted as you deserve. I don’t want you to be something you’re not. I love you. Not some other imaginary version. You. We’ll make mistakes together, and do better together. We belong together.” Godling smiled wide, a pure joy washing over him as his fiance agreed to his plan.
“I love you. I love you.” He repeated and kissed Kura again. One last playful squeeze of his ass and Godling pulled away, fingers lingering as long as possible on Kura’s hips.
“Lets get dressed. I um- already got a place ready in case you said yes.”
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To Hell For The Company
Bakura gasped as Seto bit his collarbone. The heady musk of Seto's aroma intoxicated him. He fumbled his tail around Seto's backside, soothing it over the curves of his ass.
Seto was still wet from Bakura licking him, and Bakura slipped the tip of his tail into Seto. He only pressed in a few inches, teasing Seto to give him time to adjust to the sensation.
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{Closed angel/demon AU antagoshipping RP between @yaminokura and @the-power-of-blue-eyes}
{Read from the beginning here}
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You know Bakura has been watching your backside? -- Look over at that antique store. You will see him watching.
ment.: @tenaciousthief
“Is he now?”
Look– Joey’s not one to stop a cute guy from staring at his ass.
“Glad t’ know some people ‘round here have good taste!”
#tenaciousthief#dhfshfjsdhf good god#sprays them both w/ a hose#Stop#Anonymous#┏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ / ɪ ʙɪᴛᴇ! ( ic. )#also im#assUMING thats the y. bakura this is in reference to bc#thats the only one ive interacted w/ thus far i think lmao
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"Hmm, no. I don't think I will," Bakura hummed," I think I'll sit right here until you're ready to talk like an adult."
He stared at Zorc's face, analyzing his features," You're either gentle or cruel," he repeated for the second time that day," And when you're gentle it could almost be likeable. So why not keep that up? You might just get somewhere."
He was bold enough to wrap his arms around Zorc's neck. The position was weird, but this was the closest he'd come to having power over the God,"No one would stay around someone they didn't like if they didn't have to."
He looked hesitant before he would wrap his arms around Bakura settling at his waist. "I wish you would not go out of your way to make me mad, I would be gentle if you would just behave yourself." Zorc commented quietly not sure how or where this boldness from Bakura came from.
"I don't like being such a cruel one to you but you give me no choice." He was not sure how to feel at all and part of him felt a little nervous at the behavior. He kissed Bakura briefly on the lips but then patted his backside. "Alright we can discuss more of this later. For now I'd like to finish this show." He took the tie off which opened up his collar more exposing his neck as he watched around Bakura. If the other played it smart he could gain a higher ground.
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"You're such a cute little mouse~" He continued, meeting her as she spun for him. He let a hand meet her shoulder and trail down her back. Not only was her skin softer than it looked, but the lingerie he had laid out for her was so angelic. She really looked like something to ruin. Bakura's devilish grin grew as his fingertips ran further and further down her spine until he let his hand settle on her backside, fingers teasing the hem of the skirt. "Perhaps I should have given you a tail~?"
FALLING quiet, Yuugi had a difficult time training her eyes to stay focused on his face, instead focusing on the floor in front of her in hopes to further hide her embarrassment. Shuddering on instinct when his hand came into contact on her shoulder, feeling the tips of his fingers sliding down her spine. Biting down on her bottom lip, it took a lot of energy not to smack his hand away when he reached her behind.
The more he spoke, the more being called a mouse sounded like an insult. Finally snapping her eyes on him, her lips formed into a small pout. ❝ I wouldn’t wear a tail..I’m not an actual mouse. ❞
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Throwback Thursday: Yu-Gi-Oh Part 2 of 2
So here's the rest of the story. Enjoy!
Bakura just hoped he could keep the pharaoh talking and hopefully stall enough time so that Marik would find him. All the prisoner had been saying so far was just a bunch of lies.
"They have that authority, now what do you say we get on with the punishment now, before you get too comfortable in the position you're in?"
"Fine then," said the prisoner, giving up. If he was lucky, Marik would find out sometime in the morning that he had been captured.
"Now, what should I do to you?" Atemu said pacing slowly, "I really would like to take this to you, but I did make that promice..."
Bakura eyed the pharaoh cautiously. However, he was not about to let that bastard know that he was afraid/nervous about what was going to happen. He glanced over at the guard to his right, then to his left, wondering what they were going to do also.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Atemu brought the whip down on the floor next to Bakura's head. Bakura flinced visibly, letting his guard down for a few moments. Seeing how afraid the white haired man was of his toy, he brought it down again, closer this time. This got another flinch, and Bakura even trembled slightly for a moment or two. "Are you afraid oh great tomb robber?"
"No! Of course not!" lied Bakura.
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I be sure?"
Atemu snapped the whip again, watching the other man tremble at the sound, "Because your body tells me otherwise."
"So what?! It shouldn't matter if I'm afraid or not anyway!"
"Because," the pharaoh said coming closer to the prone tomb robber, "fear makes it that much more pleasureable."
Bakura gulped nervously. This was definitely not good.
"Now are you afraid, be honist or I'll go harder on you."
The tomb robber nodded slowly, fear reflecting clearly in his eyes. Why was this his punishment?
Atemu flicked the whip again next to his prisoner's head, watching in satisfaction as he heard a frightened wimper and saw the body jerk away from the ends.
"Do you have to do that?" asked Bakura, now refusing to look at the pharaoh.
"What would you like me to do instead?"
"I don't know. Maybe give me my freaking punishment and get it over with so that you can go back to ruling your so-called perfect Egypt!"
"Who says I haven't started?" came the reply as a cool hand ran down Bakura's back. The touch made the tomb robber shiver, from the coolness of the hand or fear he didn't know. "Damn you," he mumbled under his breath at the pharaoh.
"What, aren't you enjoying this oh great and fearless 'Tomb Robber Bakura'?"
"Why the hell would I enjoy this oh great and powerful and pure evil pharaoh?" dared Bakura.
The hand continued lower, "Because if you play nicely, you just might."
"Whatever, pharaoh. I don't enjoy anything that you do with Egypt, so why would I ever enjoy something like this coming from someone like you?"
"Because, this has nothing to do with Egypt, just pure instinct."
"In that case, get your muscle-brained guards outta here, since my pure instinct is telling me ways of tearing them limb from limb, cutting them into bite-sized pieces and then feeding them to your priest Seto."
Atemu chuckled, "As entertaining as that maybe, I will dismiss them so we may enjoy this privately."
"And I guess that taking this stupid restraint off is out of the question, isn't it? I promise not to attack you, since I know I will certainly lose my life anyway if I dared to attack you."
"We'll see how good you are first, then I'll think about it."
Bakura nodded cautiously as the guards left them. "And, pharaoh..."
"Yes?"
"Please don't use that whip on me," begged the tomb robber. "I will do anything you want me to do, just don't use it."
The other man smiled as he pressed the handle against his prisoner's backside, "How don't you want me to use it? If you don't tell me, I won't know exactly what I'm not suppost to do with it."
"I don't want you to do anything at all with it, except maybe hang me when the punishment is over."
Atemu laughed, "You assume you're going to die Tomb Robber."
"Well, pharaoh, I want you to hang me with it because I want to die. Did you know that right now you are talking to a man who murdered his own parents because they drove him totally insane?!" snapped Bakura.
"Ask me if I care," he said as he gently carressed the younger mans backside, "now, shall we get on with this little show?"
"Well, let's see... I'm pissed off at you, you're still fully clothed, and I really feel like torturing your precious priest Seto. Hmm... why don't you just go ahead and do what you want and see how I react, Atemu?" The tomb robber let out a deep breath. "I'm ready for anything you have planned...unless it's your little toy which you said you wouldn't use but I wouldn't be surprised if you end up breaking your little promise."
Atemu chuckled, "You want me undressed Tomb Robber? I think I can take care of that if you'd like."
"If you took this restraint off of me I could help you with that task, pharaoh," the tomb robber purred. /I just hope that Marik finds out where I am soon.../
"Just stay there and enjoy the show." came the reply as the pharoh started to slowly remove his clothing.
Bakura looked in a different direction, pretending not to be interested. (A/N: can't think at the moment)
"Don't pretend you're not intrested my little friend, I know you well, this excites you, give in to it."
"And from what I've heard, I know you too and I hate you, damn pharaoh. In other words, I refuse to give in to what you want."
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“Oh my god, what the hell is that?” @ Bakura
TO THE MEME // accepting
DAMN IT. Of course it was Yuugi of all people to come in and interrupt him. He couldn’t fight him, couldn’t reveal his plans; not now, not yet. Bakura froze, his fingers curled around the bloody organ in his hands, the muscle still warm from where he’d ripped it out of the man’s chest. For a delightful moment, right after he’d torn it from his victim’s flesh, it had still beaten. It amused Bakura to imagine that his own beating heart was the last thing that man had seen before dying with a look of pure horror on his face.
Now usually Bakura wasn’t one for such gory methods, but this ritual required a human heart, a fresh one, and since this entire city was filled with incompetent idiots he had no one else to do his dirty work for him. This heart should have been the last thing he needed to gather, but Yuugi’s appearance once again foiled his plans. Well, he’d just have to find someone else suitable to lose their heart. What a waste.
Bakura’s shoulders began to shake and the emotionless look on his face turned into one of terror. He fell back from kneeling in front of the lifeless body before him, landing on his backside. The fabric of his pants around the knees was red from the blood that covered the floor. With his breath quickening with rising panic he dropped the heart and stared at his shaking blood-stained hands. The organ landed on the ground with a sickening squelch, like a grotesque glimpse from a nightmare.
“No..” he whispered, his shoulders shaking with fear and horror of what he saw. “Y-yuugi?! I-I don’t know what happened..” Bakura turned to look over at Yuugi, his eyes welling with tears. “Where- where am I?” When he looked back at the massacre before him a sob tore from his throat. “Oh God– did I do this?” He clasped his hands over his mouth, as if to keep himself from throwing up from the rising nausea in his stomach, completely forgetting about the blood on them. “No, no.. please no..” he whispered with a shaky voice, the tears finally flowing down his cheeks unhindered.
#( ic asks. )#( meme reply. )#puzzledboi#( FILE: yami bakura. )#( BAKURA: memes. )#cw blood#cw gore#[ is it ryo tho or is it bakura playacting? :))) ]
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Remember how Bakura wanted the kingly ass :3 How about him making that ass even bigger with food and magic and having some fun with Atem too ;3c -shitpost anon
Ask and ye shall receive~
Not as much ass worship as implied but lotsa back and forth between them and feeding.
Wordcount: 801
Atem wassick of fruit. Of food in general, really- he’d been eating almost every secondhe was awake, and his stomach, ample before, constantly felt on the verge ofbursting. His skirt had ripped up the seams, and Bakura had simply tied ablanket over his legs to maintain him even the smallest modicum of dignity.
Hewas chained to the wall by one leg and one arm, and no spell half-rememberedfrom practice with Mana had gotten him out yet. Bakura had relieved him of hisDiadhank before he’d even woke up, so he had no hope of calling anything tohelp him.
Bakurahummed, twirling a necklace around his index finger. To be more specific, itwas a gold choker. Atem squirmed as it was snapped around his neck. He coughed,throat tightening as the gold cut into his airway.
“Oh, is ittoo small?” Bakura teased, hooking his finger underneath it so it was evenharder to breathe. “I suppose I didn’t get one that was pharaoh-sized.”
“Go rot.”Atem coughed out, and in response got a bottle of thick honey pressed againsthis lips. If breathing was difficult, swallowing was damn near impossible, butit was that or choke as Bakura had moved his hand from the collar to pinch hisnose, so he let the honey slide down his throat.
It wasalmost sickeningly sweet- perhaps something had been mixed in? Either way, itsettled heavily in his stomach with everything else he’d eaten today. He couldbarely keep track anymore, but it was plenty of fruit, beer, and meat.
Bakurasettled his hands on Atem’s stomach, murmuring words too low to hear, andAtem’s stomach turned, swelling out, rumbling as all the food inside meltedinto fat and… well, Atem wasn’t quite sure, but it felt like it doubled theamount of fat there should have been from the already vast amount of food everytime Bakura did this, making him gain twice as fast.
“If you’reconcerned about people starving, it doesn’t seem like this is a good way todeal with it.” Atem said, shifting to a kneeling position to ease his sorebackside, but Bakura rolled his eyes.
“This allcomes from the palace or high officials. I steal from the rich and those thataren’t using their wealth anymore. And I won’t be hearing any lectures from you. You were already fat when I pickedyou up.”
“Still.”Atem murmured, gasping when Bakura set a foot on the chair he was bound in andsettled his knees on Atem’s stomach, his full weight on top of him withinmoments.
“I mustadmit, though, living in luxury certainly has done you favors. Soft skin…” Hepatted Atem’s cheek with surprising tenderness. “Nice hair…” He tugged at oneof Atem’s sun-yellow bangs, letting it bounce back into place. “And of course,this.” He shifted his knees, getting a groan out of Atem as his stomach waspressed down upon. “But you know what I liked most?”
Atem’s bellygave a meek gurgle as he replied “Enlighten me.”
Bakura slidoff Atem, moving around to suddenly smack his ass. The pharaoh yelped. “Hey!”
Bakuracackled. “You’ve got quite the ass.” Atem flushed, trying to shift so he wassitting in a way that Bakura couldn’t do that again, but Bakura whistled forhis Ka to keep Atem firmly in place.
“It’s notfor you.”
“None of youis, but that’s what makes it so fun.” Bakura licked his lips, kneeling down sohe could squish his hands into Atem’s cheeks. At the feeling of firm handspressing against his bare skin, Atem’s blush intensified.
“If this wasall you wanted, you could have pretended to be a whore. They hire them fairlyoften for feasts.”
That gotanother laugh. “Oh, but then I wouldn’t have the god-king at my mercy.” Atemcraned his neck to try and see what Bakura was doing, but got a very good idea when something wetdragged across his ass. His toes curled and he gritted his teeth, trying toignore the fact that his captor was currently licking him.
“You’revile.”
“You want meto stop? Bakura’s voice was dripping with glee, clearly going to disregardwhatever Atem said.
“It musttaste like sweat.” Atem said instead. “You haven’t allowed me to bathe otherthan the bucket of water you dumped on me.”
“It does.It’s more about the texture than the taste.” Bakura said. After a moment, headded “Plus it makes you uncomfortable.”
Atemshuddered at that. Luckily- in this circumstance only- his stomach growled, allof its contents having been emptied into fat cells so it hungered again. Bakurawiped at his mouth with his sleeve, Diabound dissolving to air.
“Ah, timefor lunch.”
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“So, how about that fine dining experience?” Bakura slowly made his way into view, wearing a button down ruby red shirt that hugged his abs perfectly. The ebony slacks were an ideal fit too; accentuating his toned backside and lean legs. “Once you’re done admiring me..” He smirked, “Let’s head to that fancy steak house, Hm?”
"Yes." Godling agreed fervently, but his concentration was suddenly broken when Bakura mentioned steak. His eyes suddenly looked up and a small 'oh' escaped his lips. "That sort of fine dining. Right. Definitely. Am I alright?" His own clothes weren't so tight, he liked his thick scarf and drapey coats too much. But he had a crisp pale blue shirt on and shiny boots, and he'd decorated himself with gold necklaces braided into his hair and a few around his neck. Several gold bangles clattered on his wrists.
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