DID I POST IN TIME FOR VALENTINES?

'The past is gone, you cannot change it! But the future is based on the decision you make!' -Yugi Believing in the heart of the cards is important, but believing in yourself is the best lesson to be learned. #yugioh #yamiyugi #yugimuto #yugi #yami #atem #namelesspharaoh #quote #yugiohfanart #kindness #courage #puzzleshipping #millenniumpuzzle #yugiboy #dangreen https://www.instagram.com/p/CC1aE9ZnGBG/?igshid=lxjc1bmxukuk

namelesspharaoh started following you

“Oh great, a Pharaoh to ruin my day. Let’s save the chitchat for later and just walk away now, yeah?”

      “Pharaoh, pharaoh~” Marik lets his words flow like a song, the shark-like grin never seeming to falter as his steps are slow and deliberate, “Such an INTERESTING occurrence running into you. . .~” He steps closer, eyes PIERCING into the other’s soul, “I’ve been EAGER to see you again. . . Ever so eager~” The dark chuckle that rises after his words only brings ill omens.

     @namelesspharaoh || starter ||

namelesspharaoh started following you

Bakura took one look and started dramatically pretending to gag and retch.

“Fuck. Uggh Uggh. Go away, I’m allergic to dickheads.”

for @namelesspharaoh​

In the seven years that had passed since the Plana Incident, and to Joey’s knowledge, the last known sighting of the Pharaoh in the mortal realm, a lot had changed. Domino was a thriving technological powerhouse, thanks to its pseudo-mayor Seto Kaiba, and the city was experiencing its lowest-ever rates of poverty and unemployment. But, of course, it would always have its downtown, and no amount of technology or money would ever truly remove the gang scene that had existed since the city’s birth. 

Joey knew that better than anybody, and had found it harder than most to escape, especially since graduation. Duelling, it turned out, was only a viable career if you had the money to fund it. Too much travelling, too many tournaments, too many new booster packs to buy. The dream of being a world-class duelist had come and gone, fizzled out into nothing, though he still kept his deck of cards on him at all times. He was sentimental.

His time and money was better spent in more nefarious businesses, though he had worked hard to acquire his apprenticeship at the Domino Fire and Rescue Department, mostly through Mai’s sheer determination to keep him on the straight and narrow.

But he knew how to be a criminal far better than he knew how to be a public service worker.

It was with that thought in mind that he peered down at his phone, the screen illuminating his face in the evening dark, scanning over a text received earlier that day from Hirutani. How the guy had found his new number he’d never know - Hirutani had a way of just ‘finding’ things, especially when they pertained to Joey. He bit his lower lip as he thought deeply, tapping away the ash on the end of his cigarette with his other hand.

He was so engrossed in his own present anxieties that he almost, almost walked into a figure stood square in the path in front of him. He swerved at the last second, stumbling and almost dropping his phone - he dropped his cigarette, instead.

“Ah, shit - ”

He rounded on the man with a full intention of giving him a mouthful of insults, only to cut himself off mid-sentence.

“Look where you’re walking, why don’t you? I - ”

Except, he knew this face. He knew it like the back of his hand, like the lyrics of a familiar song, like the stairs in a house you’ve lived in your whole life. Because this face was Yugi’s, only it wasn’t. It never had been, and the differences were familiar too. A tighter jaw, sterner eyes - this was a face he hadn’t seen for seven years. This man was dead. 

Struck by the shock of the whole thing, Joey was rooted to the spot, mouth open half an inch, eyes unblinking. This was a dream. He’d fallen asleep at some bus stop somewhere and this was a dream. 

@namelesspharaoh  // sc

           ❝ ━━ Whoa!  I  think  I  just  found  the  perfect  card!! ❞

            Going to get booster packs of Duel Monsters cards usually wasn’t the most exciting thing for Téa, but recently, she was really getting into deck building. There were so many strategies one could use to throw a powerful combination together. Plus, she had to admit, it was quite satisfying when she was able to best someone in a Duel. Especially when it was Joey or Mai. She was much more of a casual Duelist than anything else. She was good, but had no plans of entering the big leagues. That might get in the way of her dance career.

            In her excitement, she held up the card ‘Dancing Fairy’. It was a level 4 monster with 1700 ATK and 1000 DEF. The card’s Effect stated that as long as it’s face up in Defense Position, the wielder gains 1000 Life Points each Standby Phase. Since it was a decently powerful monster, there was less likelihood of it getting destroyed early on in a Duel. The cute little winged girls on the card had also charmed Téa. The name of the monster could even be used to describe herself. How could she not adore it instantly?

            ❝ ━━ What  do  you  think? ❞

“D-Do you th-think you could get the --- the --- th-the d-door for me?”Lenny asked the male hopefully. The woman stood in front of the door to a building with a box of supplies in her hands. She was helping set up for the fundraising event Domino Animal Shelter was holding today. The event was going to have games and food plus a face painting table. They were also going to be holding a raffle as well where people could win prizes. The shelter had also brought in a few animals in an attempt to try and get them adopted.

“M-My hands are kinda full.”she added.

@namelesspharaoh :: starter call.

A Thief In The Shadows |  starter for @namelesspharaoh​

He’d been circling the market for a few hours now, always on the outskirts, always in the shadows. Hands worried the hem of the somewhat dusty linens that hung from his body. He wasn’t very big-- a small child, thin but all muscle that flexed with each leap he made. Shadow to shadow, stay out of sight. It’s what he’d always been taught, what his parents had instilled in him since he was old enough to understand before they’d.... well.

It was there that he spotted the other boy around his age. The stark white ghutra he wore and clean linens tipped the thief off that he wasn’t a worker-- he was young too... or maybe just small. That would get you in trouble in the world- at least in Akefia’s experience. He was small for his age too, at about sixteen he was still only about five feet tall, five one if he really puffed out his chest and stretched. Without a reliable food source and running off literally every calorie he managed to consume his body was left lean and lanky. This didn’t stop him though, regularly taking on men twice his size over matters much better left alone. Begging, stealing, assault, fraud, breaking and entering and of course ransacking the tombs of Pharaohs and Priests-- the list of crimes was long for someone of such age and he hadn’t even started playing big time yet. This is why he had to sneak-- stay hidden. A shadow.

This boy that had caught his eye though-- something about him intrigued the young thief. Enough so that he tailed the boy through the market, following at a safe enough distance to go unnoticed but still keep tabs on the twists and turns he made through the bizarre.

Eventually, he managed to lose sight of him a moment, wandering through the back of stands unnoticed until he stumbled and smacked right into someone as he was looking back over his shoulder. His hand reaches for his thigh where he keeps the crudely carved blade he’s made in case he has to fight his way tooth and nail out of the literal corner he’s backed himself into, but then--

Oh.

He blinks as he comes face to face with the large, wide eyes of the boy he’d been following. His heart thumping in his chest as he tries to think of what to do...

Run???  The boy didn’t look dangerous.

Instead, he takes a little hop backwards out of his space and tilts his head to the side. “Who are you?” he asks defiantly as if he owns the market and needs to approve of the others being there.

❝The past can hurt, but from the way I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it.❞

The Lion King: Sentence Starters

“You speak such wise words but... a past like mine. I’m not sure running or learning will help me any longer.” He smiled weakly, not wanting to be so negative when given a second chance at life, but from the reaction he was getting from others? It hurt. 

“This face is marked until it’s timely death... but I suppose learning from it will be a better option.”

⭐

send in ⭐ to touch my muse’s hair. bonus if you add narrative, reason, scenarios, details, etc to give the receiver something more to work off of.

Raphael pulled back abruptly, recoiling from the soft hand, the cheap vinyl of the seat squeaking in protest, disturbing the already tense silence between them.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly, incredulity coiling around his words as they slipped past his lips, further polluting the air, yet another reminder that he was somewhere he didn't deserve to be.

@namelesspharaoh liked for a starter

He just found himself staring in near awe at the sight of the other. A moment, and then he was able to shake the awe off and try to act like he wasn’t silently losing his mind over that fact that the spirit inside Yuugi-

No, wait. He was a Pharaoh. A... Atem. Atem.

“I thought... y’know...” A slight hand gesture as he tried to work through his thoughts. “Didn’t you...?”

Wasn’t that the whole reason that final duel was a big deal? Atem was supposed to be able to go back to his time or afterlife. Why was he here?

They go together like Ying and Yang. One side giving light to the dark and vis versa. So many names, so many stories, but one and the same remain.

You must believe in the heart of the cards!

https://www.instagram.com/p/CCYTW6cH5WD/?igshid=2zj5nwlysgc3

@namelesspharaoh​ liked for a starter

           Seto looks up at the other, looks at his face, memorizes every little detail out of loathing and adoration, and sighs.  He is too dry for tears.  His eyes flick back down to the guards on the floor, having gone hoarse from screaming at things that aren’t there.  Seto’d be damned if he didn’t know the feeling.

          “Did you like my gift?” he asks, tone superficially cheery but with a hint of fatigue.  Looks like Yugi had powered through another one of his Shiten’ou and had come to put their game of cat and mouse to an end.  A pity.  In a way Yugi had become his muse, in the form of violence.  “Thought the electric shocks would make it more exciting.”

     “I’m SAD to say it simply isn’t so,” A low chuckle, a glance towards Atem. At his feet is innocent souls, bodies no longer moving. A PARTY, a gathering gone wrong. A room becoming a temporary tomb for these mortals until they would be dragged away, “You’re always so KEEN on following me aren’t you?”      Violet eyes glimmer, the darkness dancing in the hues as a permanent resident in the gaze, “If you expect an end to my terror, you’re going to be waiting for a while. I don’t plan to stop, I will NEVER stop.”       In his hand is the weapon that caused the carnage--not his preferred item to slaughter, but the knife makes due until he can get his hands back on his favorite, his darling khepesh. 

    @namelesspharaoh  || Starter ||

namelesspharaoh said: (ʘ‿ʘ) { 🙏 please! }

@namelesspharaoh                                              Fanfic Tropes                                             ( ACCEPTING )                                            2. Coffee shop AU

            Another day, another dollar. Anzu didn’t particularly enjoy having to get up so early, but cafes were always busy during the morning rush. People heading to work were always tired and angry without their morning brew and of course the girl with the slight temper had to go in and deal with them. Luckily, she hasn’t gotten in trouble for sassing them just yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.

            The moment she entered the shop and stepped behind the counter, she began loading up the massive coffee pots of all the different blends. The sun was just peeking over the trees and her yawns echoed off the walls of the empty store. The quiet before the chaos was always so calming and peaceful, almost lulling her into a false sense of security.

            Soon enough, people started trickling in. Eventually there was a long line and of course, she was the only one on shift. The lovely brunette did everything she could to keep up and keep a smile on her face, but it seemed she was never quick or precise enough for them. One woman in particular was giving her a difficult time.   ❝ ━━ I’m  sorry, ma’am.  We’re  out  of  that  blend.  But  there’s  an  order  coming  in  today,  so  if  you  come  back  tomorrow— ❞   The woman went on to insist that she check again and berate her in front of everyone, holding up the line.

            The sassy aspiring dancer slid a small raspberry mocha toward the irate customer.   ❝ ━━ Now  hold  on ...  I  went  through  the  effort  of  making  this  for  you  anyway.  Either  accept  my  apology  and  take  it  for  free  or  go  find  someone  else  to  scream  at.  Have  a  nice  day! ❞   She met her scowl with a friendly and completely fake smile. There was a moment where she just glared at the poor girl before spilling the mocha all over the counter and walking out, muttering something about her generation having no respect. With a very subtle groan, she proceeded to clean the mess, holding up the line once again. Now no one was happy. Her blue eyes didn’t even look up for longer than two seconds at the next person she was to serve. Did they really not call anyone to work this shift with her?

            ❝ ━━ Sorry.  What  can  I  get  you? ❞