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impassionedhearts:

                   WE’RE  NOT  LOVERS,   WE’RE  JUST  STRANGERS               (WITH  THE  SAME  DAMN  HUNGER)   TO  BE  TOUCHED,                       TO  BE  LOVED.    TO  FEEL  ANYTHING  AT  ALL.

&.   ind.  animated  multimuse.   loved  by  chaz.   ( reboot  of  fatedtales. )

#sO im finally not locked out of this blog but #im over here now xoxo #* &. self promo. –––– what is self control tho.

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legit  will  sell  my  soul  for  the  katsuya&shizuka / seto&mokuba  role  swap  au

#gimme my rich bratty daughter au pls !!!!! #too much bodak yello w bc its her anthem in that verse lmfao #* &. wishlist. –––– oh i'd sell my soul for a doughnut !

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roleswap ! shizuka  anthem  though???

#shizuka vc: i dONT DANCE I MAKE MONEY MOVES #pls someone indulge me in this au lmfao #* &. shizuka. headcanon. –––– she is small‚ and brave.

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mutogamingco.

The bruises from tripping and knocking into things during such a ritual were bruises he never regretted getting. He honestly looked forward to each session because even if he didn’t have any idea about what he was doing, he got to spend time with Anzu, and she was such a patient and forgiving teacher. Yuugi was grateful for this, because when they first started he could swear he had two left feet (and his other self didn’t hesitate to jokingly tell him he was right as if he had any dancing ability whatsoever). However the stretches before and after felt great, he felt like he was getting more flexible and maybe less clumsy the more they did it. Even when they ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor they ended up in a fit of giggles. 

Equally breathless, the teen chuckles as he follows Anzu’s lead, now properly warmed up and loose, “Okay! I trust you!” 

Trying to remember not to watch his feet was the part he was still not quite over, but at least he was rewarded with her smile every time he looked up. 

anzu  didn’t  know  quite  when  this  little  ritual  started,    probably  after  her  first  few  dance  lessons  and  her  young,  headstrong  self  had  pulled  her  best  friend  into  helping  her  so  she  didn’t  fall  out  of  practice.      either  way,   yuugi  had  been  a  good  sport  about  it,   and  now  looked  like  he  enjoyed  it  just  as  much  as  she  did.     every  time  he  trusted  her  with  a move,   to  not  send  them  toppling  into  the  dresser  or  his  bedside  cabinet,   it  prompted  a  warm  fuzzy  feeling  in  her  stomach.     his  smile  only  made  hers  grow  wider,   and  as  they  end  the  slide,   anzu’s  hands  are  light  around  his  as  she  then  moves  back,   one  foot  gliding  behind  the  other  seamlessly.     so  far,  so  good.    no  toppling  over,   no  bruises  or  banged  knees.

❝   great  job !   now  let’s  see  if  we  can  get  this  spin.   ❞     she’d  been  trying  for  over  a  week  to  get  this  move  down,   to  complete  the  routine  as  a  whole.     last  time  she’d  tried  it  in  class,   she’d  nearly  knocked  out  yuki’s  tooth  as  they  both  fell  over  in  a  heap.    hopefully  the  same  thing  didn’t  happen  here.

#mutogamingco #* &. anzu. threads. –––– i am out with the lanterns‚ looking for myself. #* &. anzu. verse. main. –––– a heavy heart does not mean weakness.

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pharaohed.

     The young Pharaoh was experiencing yet another long and sleepless night. After attempting to lay still for what seemed like hours on end he had simply given up, wrapping himself in robes before leaving to wander the halls of his palace. He was going to be exhausted at the ceremony tomorrow, having accepted the futility of trying to force himself into the realm of sleep long ago. He hoped the others would take pity on him, not making him do more than he had to in the ceremony so he could focus on running his kingdom. 

     Hearing the soft footsteps he rounded the corner, eyes widening in surprise when he saw that another person was awake at this hour, and that she was awake enough to be dancing so elegantly in the moonlight. He watched in awe for a moment before deciding it was best to leave her alone, attempting to back away around a corner to give her her privacy to continue her dance. The action however was thwarted by the very person he was trying to give space too when they collided, eyes meeting after the initial shock faded. 

          ❝ I often wander the corridors at night. ❞      The pharaoh confessed, noting how she backed away from him.           ❝ I must ask though, who are you? And why are you dancing through my halls at such a late hour? ❞

sure,  there  was  no  law  preventing  the  pharaoh  from  wandering  his  own  palace  unsupervised   ( who  was  going  to  punish  a  living  god? )  but  ankhesenamun  thought  it  a  little  silly.     she’s  also  never  been  one  to  hold  her  tongue,   always  outspoken,   to  the  sometimes  annoyance  of  her  tutors.     ❝   well,   i  suppose  you  haven’t  been  abducted  yet.   ❞    smooth  move,  ankh.   truly.     gaze  diverts,   a  hand  coming  to  rub  at  the  back  of  her  neck,   trying  desperately  to  ignore  the  embarrassed  flush  that  burns  on  her  cheeks.

a  soft  blink  of  kohl  lined  eyes,   and  the  dancer  straightens,   hands  coming  to  rest  in  front  of  her.     a  night  here  and  she  had  already  nearly  knocked  the  pharaoh  on  his  ass,   questioned  his  right  to  wander  around  his  own  home  and  probably  caused  the  temple  priestess  to  regret  ever  letting  her  leave  for  the  palace.    it’s  a  new  record.      ❝   ankhesenamun  --  i’m  the  new  disciple  sent  from  bast’s  temple.   ❞     really,   any  official  meeting  between  the  pair  was  meant  to  happen  tomorrow.     a  lopsided  grin  follows  that  thought,   looks  like  they’re  both  rule  breakers.      ❝   my  coming  is  the  reason  for  tomorrow’s  ceremony.    that  we’re  probably  going  to  be  the  walking  dead  for.   ❞     a  wry  edge  to  her  grin.

#pharaohed #* &. anzu. threads. –––– i am out with the lanterns‚ looking for myself. #* &. anzu. verse. disciple. –––– chosen by the goddess. #idk bruh ive just been going by that au tag lmfao #anzu honey Why #she's a lot more graceful performing i swear #she's also just really outspoken lmfao

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* (2) word prompts

send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

good day

missing person

twitching hands

whistling wind

fever dream

stern words

treasured item

fake smile

clean clothes

muggy afternoon

something lost

endless day

hot meal

blurred vision

teaching moment

screeching tires

heated argument

creeping memories

street corner

first aid

bedtime story

fragile confession

childhood lullaby

honored promise

walking target

positive attitude

monster teeth

rage personified

home again

broken bones

stuffed animal

first snow

worried glances

shattered glass

#* &. meme. –––– these'll get done after this episode. #* please specify a muse.

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#aMANE PLS #* &. amane. visage. –––– she held summer's warmth in her smile.

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                             close  your  eyes,   hear  you  breathing  next  to  me.     shut  them  tight  so  you  may  fall  back  asleep.     don’t  you  cry,   as  your  chest  rises  and  falls,   you’re  alright,   may  you  rest  your  weary  soul.     it’s  like  i’m  a  child  again,   feel  the  warmth  on  your  bare  skin,   it’s  like  nothing  ever  has  changed.

#sobs #* &. amane. aesthetic. –––– snowflakes in your hair with ivory skin. #* &. people. –––– ryou bakura. #* &. edit. –––– brb making photoshop my bitch.

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#sobs she's so tiny #* &. amane. visage. –––– she held summer's warmth in her smile.

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❝   rent  is  nonexistent  in  this  house.   ❞     c’mon  ryou,   time  to  face  the  cold,  hard  truth.    we’re  a  family  of  freeloaders.

#dash comm tag. #i mean a whole mood #:100:

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This is a page from the official colored release of the YGO manga (with the English text added by me), and can we take a moment to appreciate the coloring done here? Can we please just take a moment to appreciate this?

To begin with, every panel with Jounouchi is seen from Shizuka’s perspective. She has just removed her bandages after her eye surgery—surgery which saved her from going blind—and to emphasize this Jounouchi was colored with an effect not unlike water colors; he’s blurry and out of focus for most of it, because her eyes are still adjusting. I thought it was already neat how he was blurred in the black and white version of the manga, but it’s even more evident here in color with the way the colors smear and blend together as well as her eyes adjust. But what I love even more are the specific colors chosen for this.

Because while Jounouchi’s shirt is green and his jacket is blue—both of which are cool colors—everything else around him is bright and glowing. His hair is golden, of course, but his face—specifically his face—is framed by the sun. This is the very first sight Shizuka sees when she opens her eyes, and that sight is of her big brother framed by the sunlight. You can see some of the cooler colors in the background, as the sun sets and shifts to night; but right behind Jounouchi is that bright, golden glow of the sun, lighting up Jounouchi both literally and—considering that this is the first sight Shizuka is seeing with her brand new, restored eyesight—figuratively for Shizuka. When everything was dark, he gave her light, indeed.

And, bonus:

(Note: I prefer to use “big bro” for “oniichan” because “oniiichan” is an informal/cute/affectionate way to refer to one’s older brother. It is not the most informal (and for more informal usage I’d go with just “bro”), but it is still pretty informal and affectionate. Translating Japanese sibling terminology into English is difficult because there are a lot of nuances with each term that we simply don’t have in English, but this was the best way I could convey the meaning behind “oniichan,” even if it still is not perfect. I did clear with @yume-x-hanabi​ as well, so I think it’s all right. But if you were wondering why I went the “big bro” route, well … that is why.)

#MURDER ME #* &. shizuka. visage. –––– be a lover and a fighter. #* &. people. –––– katsuya jonouchi.

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collectiveillusion.

                                                𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒

–⦕His form would float around to her side and his hands would ghost through her but only on her shoulders as if he planned to console her. While he would play the part of her pathetic brother Ryou, the name spit out in his mind,  he’d still take over her body when the time came to it. Hands would place themselves upon her head as he shushed her quietly. . ❝It’s okay Amane– I know you don’t mean it. No matter what hurtful things you say to me. I will always be your brother.❞ He could see his words soak into her mind the way she pulled at her hair and the crack in her voice. 

He would either break her until she no longer could function on her own and he’d assume control or he’d coax her to do as he asked. After all he had so much more that needed to be done items to be collected.❝Precious sister– ❞ He’d hum out sweetly his tone a saccharine sin. ❝For me to attain rest I must have the 6 other items that curse me to this plane. I need them to pass on Sister. I need your help. ❞ He’d use the others sibling status to drive that stake in deeper. To make her weak. He’d dig in with claws and hold one to his host like the leeche he was. ⦖–

for  all  the  times  her  rational  mind  screams  at  her  that  this  isn’t  ryou,   it  cant  be,   it’s  a  fake  --   her  broken  heart  tugs  at  her,   whispering  what  if  he  is.     what  if  the  crash  didn’t  really  take  ryou  away,   what  if  he’s  lingering  here  because  he  needs  her  help?     hands  light  on  her  shoulders,   little  more  than  a  light  breeze,   and  she  visibly  crumbles.     tears  well  in  eyes  screwed  shut  tight,   shoulders  shake  and  her  body  trembles.      she  is  all  alone.     amane  and  ryou  had  always  been  two  parts  of  a  whole,   and  when  he  was  taken,   she  had  turned  cold.     their  father  ever  absent,   loneliness  pervaded  every  waking  moment.

i  need  your  help.     it  strikes  deep  in  her  chest,   the  pain,   a  rusty  knife  scraping  and  hurting.     she  just  wants  it  all  to  stop.     wide  brown  eyes  open,   a  shaky  breath  sucked  in  before  the  teen  turns  to  the  spirit,    stares  up  with  tear  tracks  on  her  cheeks,   lip  trembling.     all  of  her  rationality  was  drowned  out  with  her  grief,    desperation.     he  needed  her  help,   how  could  she  turn  him  away?    leave  him  to  wander,   her  stomach  twists  at  the  thought.      she  had  loved  him  wholeheartedly,   two  parts  of  a  whole.      features  twist  in  confusion,   the  awareness  of  the  thick,  heavy  ring  that  lays  flat  against  her  chest  coming  slow.      it’d  been  a  gift,   an  unspoken  attempt  at  an  apology  from  dr  bakura  to  his  daughter  for  abandoning  her  in  japan  while  he  worked,   ran  away  from  his  grief.       ❝   what,  why  do  you  need  them  --  i  don’t  understand.   ❞     what  could  this  tacky  gift,  thoughtless,  heartless,   have  to  do  with  ryou?     her  mind  runs  at  a  mile  a  minute  but  exhaustion  and  the  intensity  of  her  grief  lends  way  to  fear  and  confusion,   thoughts  muddled,  emotions  frantic.

#collectiveillusion #* &. amane. threads. –––– you have a voice and it's getting stronger. #* &. amane. verse. millennium. –––– you knew the game and played it. #me face down in my own tears: what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

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onewiththeblueeyes.

The metals give a soft glimmer in the low light of the room, highlighting her features subtly and drawing sharp blue eyes to her face. He takes a moment to regard her without the usual headdress covering dark hair, somehow feeling that he was getting to see her in a more casual moment. Even the usual intensity isn’t there, though that doesn’t keep him from sensing the strange atmosphere between them. A sort of tension that he’d yet to pin down.

As she’d guessed, he’d followed her, catching up with her quickly enough to walk by her side, but not yet overtake her. For once, he wasn’t here to try and prove a point. He was just… present. Trying to answer something that his mind had yet to determine. He just knew it was to do with her, but then that was starting to be a constant in his life wasn’t it?

He stares straight ahead, even as he feels her gaze on him and even as she voices her curiosity. He figures it would be asked. He could easily insist on what he’d said earlier, about how it was an important investment and he’d need to see it through. Just the same he could feign interest in one of the artifacts brought, claiming any which one of her stories from before about ancient pharaohs and long-gone gods. Would she be able to see through his lies now that she lacked the eye?

“…Both”, he finally says, still refusing to meet her gaze. “Are you looking for a specific answer or are you going to say you had another vision about the world in peril?” The quip was familiar between them. His skepticism constantly against her mysticism; it worked, even if it was a frail cover now.

even  though  she  is  now  without  the  millennium  tauk,   ishizu  has  always  been  the  perceptive  type.     still,   she  was  not  all  knowing.     seto  had  managed  to  get  the  slip  on  her  more  times  than  she  would  care  to  admit.      maybe  that’s  why  the  atmosphere  between  them,   usually  stubborn  and  fraught  with  their  own  headstrong  beliefs,   feels  a  lot  calmer.     they  were  just  there,    a  figure  in  each  other’s  stories,   and  she  didn’t  know  quite  how  to  feel  about  that.

he  doesn’t  meet  her  gaze,   but  he  doesn’t  ignore  her  either.    a  small  curve  of  her  lips  at  the  quip,   and  ishizu  stops  at  the  museum  staff  room,   pushing  the  door  open  so  both  can  enter.      ❝   the  only  thing  in  peril  at  the  moment  are  my  efforts  to  stay  awake.   ❞      a  flick  of  the  switch  to  turn  the  coffee  machine  on,   and  ishizu  leans  against  the  counter  top,   indigo  eyes  settled  on  the  other.     even  though  his  constant  dismissal  and  skepticism  of  her  beliefs  and  tales  of  his  past  proved  a  point  of  some  annoyance  for  the  egyptian,   there  were  elements  of  seto  she  admired.     things  she  could  relate  to.      his  work  ethic,   sticking  to  his  own  code  when  others  would  cower.     his  devotion  to  his  brother.     seto  was  not  a  man  many  liked,     but  he  amused  and  intrigued  ishizu  enough  for  her  to  stick  around.

fingers  gently  rub  around  her  eyes  and  forehead,   trying  to  smooth  away  some  of  the  tension  there.      ❝   i  really  should’ve  slept  long  before  now,   time  had  just  slipped  away  from  me.   ❞      steam  is  rising  from  the  coffee  machine,   and  she  flicks  up  the  switch,   moving  to  open  the  cabinet  door.      ❝   would  you  like  some?   ❞

#onewiththeblueeyes #* &. ishizu. threads. –––– i rise‚ i rise‚ i rise. #* &. ishizu. verse. main. –––– for the one who dreams of stranger worlds. #this took forever im so sorry lmfao #me hitting ishizu and seto w/ a rolled up newspaper #you need sleep !!!!!!!

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anyway Honda realizing they need to get him inside ASAP and immediately stooping down to carry him was Good

#honda is a blessing #honda tag. #i need to do his tags lmfao

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#murder me #* &. anzu. visage. –––– her strength is in her smile and her heart. #* &. people. –––– ryou bakura.

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#gfdjkhgdjkf adorable #* &. anzu. visage. –––– her strength is in her smile and her heart. #* &. people. –––– katsuya jonouchi.

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I’ve never felt more beautiful in my life than I did while filming this 

#* &. anzu. aesthetic. –––– summer rests in the light in your eyes. #* &. anzu. verse. disciple. –––– chosen by the goddess.