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alliebirb · 7 months
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Had to cut the title slide so: welcome to vol. 2 of brainrotted ygo fan assigns character styles, boys edition!
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bakurasvampire · 8 months
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fellas is it gay to kiss your partner in crime after your alter ego just fucking roasted his ass in a card game
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fat-butch-dyke · 1 year
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Do you think Marik ever looks at Ryou and sees all the scars he got during battle city and blames himself? Do you think he ever sees Ryou get that blank look in his eyes as he stares up at the sky and feels guilt twist up inside him? Do you think he ever sees Ryou's fingers brush over the mark that's still on his arm and wish that everything has been different?
He didn't purposefully hurt Ryou but he had been caught in the crossfire, another piece of collateral in Marik's long line of mistakes. Another person who was hurt in his journey to kill the Pharaoh. Another person he has to look in the eyes and find a way to beg for forgiveness he doesn't deserve.
And Ryou is far too kind to him, he's already forgiven him. Already said he doesn't blame Marik for what's happened to him. But that's just like Ryou, isn't it?
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine!"
"It's ok, I know you didn't mean to."
"Oh, I'd almost forgotten about that-"
But Marik can see it in the way Ryou carries himself, he's bearing the burden of the hate of everyone around him. He's holding onto the anger of Bakura deep inside himself, trying to keep it from overflowing. He's keeping Marik's own darkness close so he doesn't have to feel it all himself. Because Ryou is too kind. Because he's too gentle. Because he's too forgiving.
And Marik has to watch him just smile and act like everything is alright, like he isn't falling apart under that smile. Like he isn't filled to the brim with everyone's anger and hate and fear.
Like he is ok.
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chloelouygo · 1 year
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I finally got to take some pictures of my @aestromeri order! I cannot stress enough how much I love everything here, it's all so pretty and the quality is amazing 😭😭
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I forgot I put the stickers on my laptop and got the best surprise when I shut it earlier and saw them asdjfhgfj (yes I know they're upside down, it's so when I shut my laptop *I* get to look at them when my laptop is on the desk, it doesn't leave the house anyway so no one will see them being upside down while it's open lmao)
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LOOK HOW PRETTY
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Ryou came with me for a walk so I could get pictures and just look at that iridescence!! This is literally the prettiest thing I own, look at his face 😭😭🥰💙💙
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That sparkle!!!
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Please take a look at their store https://aestromeri.bigcartel.com/products , I am so glad I got to order and I am so happy I get to see these pretty boys every day 😭😭
Thank you @amararala for making the gifs for me! 💜
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malikselfindulgence · 6 months
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MK having DID and the clones being alters is something that can be so personal to a system
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chaoscheebs · 2 days
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... thinking about it, it's honestly kind of hilarious that I decided Yugi would be the one person to call out his shitty dad face-to-face in Shitty Dads: The Series.
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nettleshuttle · 1 year
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the more i think about it, the more certain i am that dm’s bakura and malik are easily the best ygo antagonists/villains
malik has a huge importance plot-wise and can actually play the damn card game. the decks he uses, first slifer and then ra, are cleverly managed and both give the good guys quite the scare. the typical revenge-oriented villain trope does determine much of his motivation, but the interesting twist is how he actually strives for groundless payback after putting all the blame on the pharaoh — he needs revenge for revenge’s sake, something to give him purpose and keep him going, until he’s so into it that he can no longer tell the difference. his gravekeeper background and the trauma he suffered at young age both make a lot of sense, as does the way he acquired the rod. his family, ishizu and rishid, do a great job in complementing and completing his character. besides, he’s one of the few (only?) ygo villains that act fucked up (real evil, i give him that) and get plausible retribution arcs afterwards — a good wrap-up with realistic, justified pacing is what most of them lack (ekhem yuri, ekhem quattro).
bakura is the major villain of the whole dm (it would appear) — and i love the way he’s absent through a good half of the whole plot anyway. his character is introduced in pegasus’s island, then he plays his part at battle city and returns only for the final arc, showing some very nice long-term pacing (just the way the millennium eye shows up after a long time to serve its purpose). the ryo-dark bakura-zorc-thief king set up makes a surprising lot of sense and explains a good part of the plot. the “evil non-human destruction entity” part is a bit cheap, but i can let it slide because it’s rather congruous. bakura’s motivations are really my favorite — his issue with the pharaoh is a tragic conflict, making his drive both understandable and condemnable. his personality and emotions adds a lot to the mix (as does being near-immortal): he’s not very goal-oriented and likes to do what he pleases, which is perfectly reflected in the battle city duel against yugi. it’s a shame that he gets annihilated without at least a proper death scene, but i guess it is rather deserved. either way, he’s the only major villain in ygo that is so well-developed (or at all) and has so much in common with a human being, especially if we count ryo in. the fact that he sucks at the card game makes it even better for the chaotic-evil “do i look like i have a plan” character he is, though they could have let him play more than, like, three duels in total.
being two revenge seeking antags with very different motivations, backgrounds and priorities — as well as very different endings to their respective stories — they do a fantastic job with forming the main villain body in dm. the personality split thing also works vastly different for the two of them, adding to the interesting dynamic. when i say that battle city is the best duel monsters arc and that they carried the battle city arc, well, i mean it. their interactions, ship it or not, are a great thing in dm. besides, there’s a sense of completion in the ends they meet that doesn’t exclude the bitter-sweetness of an open ending and a feeling of making sense, of plausibility that many other ygo antags fail to reach, even complexity of character aside.
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domaintern · 1 year
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rishid and marik and yami marik is just soooo. *gnaws on table* like if you read the manga there's so much emphasis on how rishid is marik's shadow his doppelganger (his other-self) and then when yami marik comes into power he's like your birthright is actually mine i'm in charge now i govern what's left of our family's fate (like an older brother). since rishid couldn't stand in to save marik from the pain of the ceremony yami marik was awakened/created (ymmv) to save him, creating the usual dynamic of the yami being invoked when the hikari/vessel is being threatened or overwhelmed, but then rishid steps back in and just... usurps that role right back. both of them are aware of marik's deeply-buried crunchy center of depressive suicidality but ymarik believes he's too weak to fight it and originally rishid does too (keeping the truth from him like ishizu does) but when he realizes that him merely being there isn't enough to help marik anymore, he's able to urge marik to fight because he believes marik can have the strength to fight. just the way they are both his shadows and both his elder brother figures (incestuous implications fully intended) and also foils in part of battle city's richly woven Depression and Trauma narrative. godd *goes back to gnawing on table*
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noctilionoidea · 2 years
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evil hades this, evil hades that, blah blah blah
Wheres my evil persephone? wheres my sweet plant girl cutting up bodies to use as fertilizer? wheres my cunning manipulatrix? wheres my overly indulgent mistress of the Erinyes? Where’s my wheat and fruit goddess ready to defend the honour of her mother at any cost? where’s my femme fatale with power on two different spectrums and is fully ready to use it?
All the gods and daemons in greek myth can play good and bad roles. Villains when done right are fun! if we’re gonna have greek gods as antagonists in our stories, we should pick the beloved ones too, since they’re just as capable.
or do people only demonize gods beloved by a culture when they’re not white enough?
Looking at you, American depictions of Ishtar.
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notwhatyoucameherefor · 6 months
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Girl HELP me my homestuck ass got into yugioh dm and because I am the way I am I obviously keep looking at the characters with gamer demons possessing their bodies and going "lol that's kinda cherubcore." Except I accidentally ran with that too much and it's not a joke anymore I accidentally made like a whole stupid au where everyone's a homestuck alien. Yugioh but it's earth c ig. God save me.
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bakurasvampire · 6 months
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imagine being in a villainous but still somewhat happy and gay relationship and then ur boyfriend looks at u and calls u a father killer
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fat-butch-dyke · 1 year
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Marik sighed softly from where he sat beside Ryou, occasionally sneaking a glance toward him. He almost regretted it everytime.
Dark bags circled the pale boy's eyes, making him look weary and aged far beyond his years. He looked almost skeletally thin, his clothes hanging off of him far more than they did the last time the two of them had been in a room together. Everytime he shifted his shirt sleeve moved up, the dark scar on his upper arm peeking out and sending a sharp flash of regret through Marik and making his chest tighten.
Ryou had joined his friends on their trip to Egypt, to lay the Pharaoh's soul to rest, and they'd all been staying with the Ishtar family during their time in the country. Everyone seemed tired, Yugi's nervous energy almost managing to make even Rishid ansty. But none of them seemed quite as weary as Ryou, who's very frame seemed wracked with the sorrows of a life he hadn't lived. 
Marik was lost, unsure if he could help and much less what he'd even be able to do. It wasn't even like they were particularly friends, the last time Marik had even seen him was when a vengeful spirit had been puppeteering his body and that didn't really offer much in the way of bonding. The group in the room with them played games, bantering and laughing like they weren't planning on sending another of their dearest friends off to the afterlife come the morning. And Ryou tried his best to participate, leaning in when Yugi spoke to him and smiling up at Jonouchi as he danced around the room with Rishid.
But his mind seemed far off, so distant no one could seem to hope to reach him. Marik sighed again, almost sad at the thought of a soul like his so battered and worn down so early on in its life. Marik certainly wasn't much different, he still bore the marks of his own inner darkness and everyday he found himself worn down with exhaustion.
Ever since Battle City, he'd done everything he could to atone for his actions and as far as he was aware, he'd gotten redemption from his new group of friends and his family. Not that he felt he deserved it. It'd take much more than that to ease the burden he bore, the guilt that still gnawed at him from the depths of his soul. The fear that some semblance of the evil creature who'd taken his body over was still inside him, lying and waiting for its next chance to take him over again. 
"Are you ok?" A soft voice came from beside him and Marik jumped, blinking as he stared around the now empty room. Well empty save for him and Ryou, the latter of which was looking at him with eyes so full of warmth and understanding it almost made him uncomfortable.
"I…where did everyone go?" He asked quickly, narrowly avoiding the question as he looked away. He could still feel Ryou's eyes on him, a gentle gaze he didn't deserve. 
"They went to bed," he said quietly, shifting a bit on the couch so he could hug his legs, resting his chin on his knees. "They were tired. You should head to bed too I suppose, it's an early morning for everyone."
Marik paused, glancing towards him slowly and frowning. Ryou's gaze was fixed on the coffee table, empty eyes staring off into the endless void before him.
"What about…you?" Marik asked quietly, stiffening at the soft sad laugh Ryou let out.
"Oh no, I'm not tired," he murmured weakly, tilting his head a bit to glance at Marik again. A piece of his hair fell off his shoulder, exposing the pale expanse of his neck and Marik's heart stuttered. "I find sleep doesn't help me much these days."
Marik froze, his eyes widening as he stared at Ryou before letting out a weak sigh. "It doesn't…do much for me either, I'm afraid," he muttered quietly. Ryou's soft hum of understanding eased the tightness in his shoulders a bit and Marik smiled at him softly. They stayed quiet for a long moment, reveling in the moment of peace they'd seemed to find in each other's company before Ryou let out a quiet sigh.
"It's not your fault," he said softly.
Marik took a long moment to process the words that left Ryou's lips, his heart stuttering as he stared at him. Ryou's tired gaze returned to him and the pale boy smiled, soft and warm and so full of gentle kindness Marik felt like he was suffocating.
"What?" He breathed shakily, his shoulders tense as they stared at each other.
Ryou's smile widened and he hummed quietly, seemingly leaning in a bit closer. "It's not your fault," he repeated quietly, slower. So Marik could understand him. "I know you blame yourself for a lot but it's not your fault. None of us are mad at you, ok?" Marik's chest tightened and he could feel his eyes stinging, almost like he was going to cry but he couldn't. Not now. Not in front of Ryou. 
Ryou's hand reached toward him, gently placing it on top of Marik's and he gasped, almost flinching as he stared down at where their skin touched. Marik felt like he was on fire, his heart hammering so hard he was certain it would pound right out of his chest and land in his lap but the small brush of Ryou's fingers over the back of his hand managed to calm the inferno just a bit, the first bit of water after a drought. 
"I'm not mad at you," he said quietly, squeezing Marik's hand and watching the way tears pooled in his eyes, overflowing before he could stop them. 
Marik felt like he had spent his whole life drowning in the dark, clawing his way through it and frantically looking for any morsel of light. And Ryou seemed to have his own personal sun radiating from within him, banishing away any semblance of night and bathing Marik in his heavenly glow. 
"How could you…how could you not be?" He murmured weakly and his voice sounded strained even to him, raw and broken and full of longing. Ryou gently brushed his hand through Marik's hair, pushing some back from his face and smiling at him. 
"Because I know what it's like to be trapped in the dark," he said quietly, softly brushing his thumb over Marik's cheek to wipe away his tears. "It's scary and it's hard and everyday you think you could just die, you wish you would. You lay down and almost pray you won't wake up and then when you do it's disappointing, like peace has been ripped away from you."
Marik's eyes widened as he stared at Ryou, pausing before slowly reaching his own shaking hand out to clumsily tuck a piece of white hair behind his ear. Ryou sighed softly, leaning into his touch with a weak smile and nodding at him slowly.
"I understand," he said quietly, gently touching Marik's wrist and pressing his cheek into his palm. Ryou's skin felt cold and Marik shivered softly before slowly leaning in closer, letting Ryou rest his head on his shoulder. They melted into each other, the comfort of one lost soul finding another and finally letting themselves fall. It felt warm. It felt safe.
"I'm sorry," Marik whispered quietly, resting his head on top of Ryou's as their battle worn bodies relaxed.
"I know," Ryou breathed, melting into Marik's warmth and sighing softly, gently tangling their fingers together. "But you don't have to be. Not to me."
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shewithoutrain-yugioh · 5 months
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[blurb coming soon as I work out what it is!]
Chapters posted: 2/?
Chapters written: 4/?
Main pairings: Yami/Atem x Yuugi Moutou, Marik x Malik, Thief King Bakhura x Ryou Bakura
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babyloniastreasure · 2 years
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once again thinking about how nonsensical the name ‘melammu dingir’ is
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malikselfindulgence · 6 months
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Icicles by the scary jokes is SUCH a malik song guys PLEASEEEE PLW ASE plea
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candied-pear · 1 year
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Cheer!
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