#rip marik he sure did go there
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I got inspired by a certain season to request this.
Can I request headcanons of Yugi, Yami and Kaiba reacting to their S/O joining an evil organization and challenging them to a duel please? (Whether it's their own volition or their being brainwash, is up to you~)
I love battle city so I went with Marik controlling them for this! Lets go boys and ghouls hehehehehe
Content: Yugi x gn!Reader, Yami Yugi x gn!Reader, Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader (separate)
Warnings: Mentions of attempted amputation, drowning, and beheading
Notes: Sorry this took so long! I couldn't decide what to do for Yugi's part for a very long time!
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❥Yugi
He pushed the pharaoh away from this duel. He wanted to save you, just as he saved Joey.
He may even tune out his friends to save you, or split off from them completely. He loves his friends, but he loves you more.
He demands Marik release you, and when he doesn't, he goes through with the duel.
He wins, expectedly, and when he sees a saw heading straight for your neck he wails out in terror.
"Y/N! NO!" He rushes forward and tugs you onto the floor just before the saw rips past.
In your confusion, you blink open your eyes and look up at Yugi. "Yu...Yugi...?"
"I'm here, I'm here. You're safe now." His tears streamed down his face as he slowly lifted you up.
He put a hand on your cheek and went in for a long kiss. The cries of his friends interruped him, making both of you turn and look at Joey, Tristan and Tea. Joey spoke first. "Y/n! Yugi! You okay?!"
"We're fine!" Yugi yelled from across the arena, then turned back to you. "I'll make sure nothing like that happens to you again."
"What...even happened?" You asked.
"I'll explain when we leave. I'm just so happy you're safe." He wiped his own tears away, then took you by the hand and led you out of there.
❥Yami Yugi
You mean so much to him, so much that he didn't allow Yugi to take over for this duel. He would rescue you himself, and then tear Marik apart.
Yami cursed Marik as he took over your every move and forced you to duel in a death trap.
He knew he had to beat you in order to have Marik relinquish control over you. As soon as he summoned Dark Magician, the duel was over.
The trap Marik had you in forced you under water, but in a tank. Not open water like Joey's.
Yami dove into the tank after you plunged. Marik released control of your mind, making you try to gasp for breath. In your confusion, you swallowed a lot of water.
Yami swam as fast as he could to you, hooked his hands under your arms and began trying to pull you up. His own strength could only take him so far, but before he knew it, Joey and Tristan had jumped in to help. Together, the three men pulled you out of the tank.
You coughed up some water after being turned on your side so you wouldn't choke. Yami held you close as you did, shaking and holding in tears.
"I thought I lost you forever..." He whispered.
"I'm here, I'm here..." You spoke reassuringly to both Yami and yourself.
"And you're not going anywhere without me." Yami tightened his hold just a little bit.
❥Seto Kaiba
He hates this. This is just like Mokuba being kidnapped, but you're right there.
You're right there but he can't reach you.
He doesn't know whether to beat you or let you win so you can be spared. It brings him back to his own antics towards Yugi during Duelist Kingdom.
Except you're not doing this of your own volition, he knows you aren't. He doesn't normally believe in supernatural things, but this is different.
He decides to beat you. While the duel goes on, he has a plan in his mind to free you from the trap as well as himself.
When he beats you, Marik laughs in your mind as he lets go of your mind control, thinking you're about to die. Seto however, springs into action, freeing you from getting a limb chopped off.
You have no idea what's going on, and honestly you feel really dizzy and your vision is blurry. Seto holds you close, calming down slowly knowing you're alive in his arms.
"S...Seto?" You asked, looking up at him.
Your vision was slowly coming back to you, and you recognized his white jacket. He didn't say anything for a moment, just continued to hold you. Then he spoke.
"It's okay, I have you now. Let's get out of here." Seto stands with you in his arms, leaving the building.
"What...happened?"
Seto begins to tell you the events leading up to the duel, how Marik had somehow possessed you and forced you to duel to the death with him, but he had managed to free both you and him. He then informed you that you were not to leave his side for the rest of his tournament.
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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!
#yugioh#ygo#seto kaiba#seto kaiba x reader#seto kaiba x you#yugioh duel monsters#yugi muto#yami yugi#yugi mutou#yugi muto x reader#yugi mutou x reader#yami yugi x reader#yami yugi x y/n
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my itemswap ishizu! i decided to indulge myself and bring back "naomi"-- i definitely wasnt the first person to come up with a yami ishizu, but when i was 12 i decided to call her naomi because of the one yugioh game that called her that, and she proceeded to live in my head rent free for a couple of years
story + design run down below cut
naomi is the product of itemswap ishizu using the rod on herself to chisel off inconvenient emotions (see: how the rod can be used to split mariks soul across hosts and rip ka monsters out of people by set) like guilt or pity or indignation in order to protect her brother and the pharaoh (ie using the ability to control minds in heinous ways). eventually all these little scraps are Not So Little and form something akin to a consciousness of her own. im not entirely sure how/when to do the emergence but unlike yami malik or the ghosts she takes a name of her own as an act of self-determination and wants to assert herself as a person through a variety of means ranging from claiming the tombkeepers birthright because shes the eldest (ishizus envy of marik) to turning on tkb (resentment of duty)
while similar to ymarik in that she can be a bit of a loose cannon, i think the circumstances of her existence greatly soften the blow in the sense that she also carries ishizus sympathy for others and altruistic willingness to die for those she loves. that being said, she can also be a lot more contradictory and conniving than he is.
naomi is not responsible for their fathers death. she wasnt "born" yet. ishizu did that after he took the last piece of the puzzle from marik after he defied his punishment of odion, in order to retrieve it and give it to him. the guilt and conflicting feelings about it are what ishizu first scrapes off her own brain like burnt cheese on a stove that begins forming the basis for naomi
design wise her outfit takes elements from canon + priest set (since isis now takes that role) and the hair looking like wings 1) resembles the rod 2) resembles obelisk 3) resembles wings a la the myth of isis the goddess bc i want to tinker with isis / osiris / anubis symbolism w the ishtars
she took off the hair bangles as a way of lashing out at the past and being forced to assume the role of her mother. lots of tradition conflicts in this one. hence also why she assumes the kohl of the heir-- asserting her birthright as the eldest
her fixation on personhood comes from "you cant just make me and treat me like scraps when i never even asked to be alive" & a desire to prove she doesnt need someone else to give her the right to live. which of course correlates to. well. coughs abd looks at the panel abt ishizus birth
jungian shadow ahit
and unlike ymarik who was destroyed as a representation of letting go of the burden of anger and hatred the conclusion to their little arc is about reunification and acceptance but thats wip
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For the meme: 7, 8 and 12 for Joey, 25 for Tristan?
Fer Joey:
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
I like how we've all mutually agreed that in even in a universe where we can have tricolored hair with two separate textures entirely, Joey is still absolutely a bottle blonde with naturally just plain black/brown hair. Incredibly real of him. Also I like the dog symbolism I realize it was overused as a way to make fun of him but I'll be damned if that man isn't the human equivalent of a beaten-up street stray thats been recently adopted and isn't quite sure what to do with that but is taking the change of pace enthusiastically.
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise? LISTEN. listen. Joey Wheeler may be dumb, but for the love of God, he isn't stupid. Yes he may be a little easily distracted and has a hard time focusing in school, but he is usually shown to be quick-thinking when he's in a practical situation and adapts incredibly quickly. Plus, he seems relatively good at judging people on a dime; he figures out Rishid isn't Marik in literally under an hour of seeing him face-to-face.
12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? He is permanently on a Sleepover Roulette with all of his friends so he's only actually at his dad's house like... once or twice every week.
Fer Tristan:
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire? You know I am choosing Ryou. We see so little of it and yet it fascinates me. "That idiot! Did he wear the Milllennium Ring again?!" indeed. The fact that he seems to worry about Ryou the most when literally nobody else does is. Just. Theres so obviously Something going on there the problem is that they are just the most background characters to have ever backgrounded so we aren't shown whatever deep bond of friendship and worry for each other they're forming off-screen rip. Also I think "street punk vs. polite young rich boy" is an incredibly funny friendship dynamic.
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S5 Ep 39 Part 2: Baby Pharaoh
My memory is something like tossed coleslaw at the moment with my on-and-off again long covid fatigue, but I’m pretty sure last we left off, Yugi and co were looking for Pharaoh, who as I’ve mentioned several times now, has fallen down a hole and can’t get up.
Alongside the Nile they have stumbled into Mana (man I hope that’s her name, it’s been so long since I’ve done a regular update, if her name is like Arkansas or whatever, I will not know, that’s just where we are. Bro who fact checks and spell check’s this blog was like “I dunno, sounds right? I’m not looking it up.”)
Whatever her name is, Mana is living her best life on this background that is askew just enough to cause me pain.
That horizon is killing me. I don’t recall exactly, but I’m pretty sure the bg was not supposed to be at an angle. Ugh, suffering.
(read more under the cut, assuming that tumblr still uses cuts? Pretty sure it auto-shortens my posts but I’ll still put cuts in for legacy users)
Anyway, this girl is a card as well as a magical person, so unlike all the other NPCs in Egypt, she gets the opportunity to set her eyes on 20th century people and be like “wtf are you assholes wearing?”
Rather than convince Mana that Yugi is the Pharaoh and see where this plot line goes, Joey says, “Isn’t that Pharaohs’ royal purple cloak like right over there? This cloak that probably costs in today’s money like 5 billion dollars because he’s a literal Pharaoh and wears an entire dowry on his ear lobes?” and Mana is like--”Oh shoot. Weird I did not notice that when I was so fixated on the fish.”
And so Mana has decided to join Yugi and Co because she is very much just here for the ride and also any information on how to run into her kind of sort of whatever the hell relationship is between her and Pharaoh. This makes sense to me, honestly, this was how I navigated all of college. You end up at a lot of weird parties doing this, but you’d be surprised how many people will ask you to just join their crew if you happen to be walking the same direction and know one person in common.
Bro came up with that pun and he’s extremely proud of it.
Again, rip the horse from last episode, at some point an alligator must’ve gotten to him (or the fall made him explode into little pieces, don’t worry about it). But we find Pharaoh in this cave, just out of sight of anyone who would actually be able to spot him.
Perhaps he’s doing this to stay out of the heat, but it’s also very likely that he’s just very embarrassed for that huge L he took falling down that hole and would like to just vibe out in a cave for a bit and contemplate his earliest memories.
To go from the man who remembers nothing to remembering yourself as a baby who gets his ass wiped 7 times a day.
Memory is freakin wild to Pharaoh.
I know this is a lot of caps of Pharaoh as a baby but that is a WEIRD ASS BABY. Also kinda cute but the baby is WEIRD.
Peak Renesmee energy, this old ass child.
Covered in tears, a preteen Yami is dragged to a tomb somewhere in Egypt, as if to scope out his future abode that he absolutely will not be buried in because he does, in fact, get smooshed into a puzzle.
And seeing a wonderful opportunity he immediately topples into it.
name a more iconic duo than Yugioh and ledges.
After walking down this long pit, we come to take part in some sort of Ancient Egyptian gods ceremony. Which is fascinating, because it’s not too, too often in this show that we reference the Egyptian gods outside of what is in the cards that Marik plays. But these are like the literal gods, not the fancy cards.
I have no idea if this is referencing an actual ceremony we know about or an actual mural that we have in some tomb in Egypt in real life. but I’m gonna guess this is probably not 100% historically accurate.
I have since been informed it is Kul Elna and not Kel Elna but I am not bothered enough to fix the cap.
Or this one.
Death count according to my google doc is 7,805,847,571 by the way. Originally I thought there were 700 people in Kul Elna. But thousands infer at least 1300 more so lets add another 2K just to round it off.
Says a lot when I’m like “eh give or take 700 deaths it makes like no difference to the number.”
A nice shot for anyone that wants to do an anime panel redraw for that meme (do people still do that meme? I have avoided art twitter rather successfully lately so I’m blessed to no longer have to draw memes. Unfortunately I’m still on webcomic twitter but that’s just a place where people get viral by complaining, so I don’t have to draw nearly as much promotional material. It kinda rocks.)
I really should not have laughed while watching this part of the episode but that realization that Pharaoh was trapped in a necklace anyway, and then this immediately following it was quite a funny jump cut.
And then he was gone.
so like.........
.......no backstory on Hassad, I guess? He’s just a guy who is wearing/is literally a millennium item and is currently depicted in a tablet?
I don’t even know where that backstory would go, it would have to be between Dartz and when the millennium items were forged out of the millennium stone. Or maybe he’s just a card? I dunno. But that guy jumped out of no where, just a brand new millennium item and now he’s gone.
My brother cannot tell the difference between Tahoma and Papyrus so hopefully it’s clear that Tea talks in Tahoma and Mana in Papyrus fonts. Unfortunately, they...have the same font color because I never initially thought they’d be on the same screen.
At this point, they run into Pharaoh, and Mana pretended like she knew that Pharaoh fell down a hole the whole time and that she didn’t spend half her day fishing.
Bro was like “Can you imagine trying to explain America to Mana?” and it sure was food for thought.
So, that’s all for this episode, in the next we shall find out how many more holes we can throw all our characters down. Which honestly is just Writing 101 when you think about it. As in Writing 101 the class, not 101 holes. Sorry I have a hard time reading and writing with long covid, although I still like to do it, so if parts of this are like incomprehensible, I’ll fix it in post. Like that joke just now. No idea if it made sense but we’re going to print it because I want to move on to the next episode.
And as always, to read these in chrono order from the very beginning when I had more than 3 operating brain cells, you can use this link here:
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
#YGO#Yugioh#S5#Ep 39#Yugi Muto#Yami muto#Pharaoh#Yami#Tea Gardener#Dark Magician Girl#Joey Wheeler#Tristan Taylor
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I'm positive someone has done this already but it's been sitting in my folder forever now, so I finally got around to making it
#rip marik he sure did go there#ygo#ygo dm#marik ishtar#yami marik#ygo dm text post meme#dm text post meme#text post meme
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So, I have to ask, what is the SITUATION with Yugi's parents?
(Also, can you impart more knowledge about Duke Devlin? I feel as thiugh there's something downright hilarious coming up with him.)
Ok the reason I haven't talked about Yugi's parents is that I uh. Can't make up my mind about what is going on with them. The short vesrion is that they're unable to care for Yugi so Solomon is his Legal guardian, and will not be appearing in the fic unless I settle on something by the time I get to season 4 or so. I was originally going with one flavor of Angst, then my brain supplied an entirely different flavor of angst and now I'm not sure which I like better. Option 1 would kick Marik (and everyone else but mostly Marik) in the guts while he's down, Option 2 would rip out Seto Kaiba's Heart. But probably neither will come up.
DUKE on the other hand has a fantastic part to play yet. He has a passing mention in the next chapter because he (indirectly) knows Sergei and Misha, and this connection will cause ABSOLUTE BEDLAM during Battle City. Some Duke Fun Facts:
Whatever the Opposite of a Vegan is, that's Duke. Man lives on caffeine and pork products, which has done something WEIRD to his metabolism so he's still a scarecrow.
"Duke Devlin" is a name he picked out for himself because it slaps that's why.
Like in the Manga, Duke's "Dad" lost a card game to Solomon Moto and has been wearing a fucked up clown mask since. Unlike the Manga, these two events aren't actually related. What happened was that Solomon beat Duke's Dad in a card game, had a GREAT time at the wedding they were both attending, and had sex with SOMEONE in Duke's family, while Duke's Dad got that clown mask stuck on his head in an Improv Theater Accident and then... never did anything about it. Duke travelled to Domino City in part to kick Yugi's ass for fucking up the international distribution of his game and also to see if they were Related.
Post-Fic, Duke and Bakura team up to release a new module of Monster World, "Catacomb of Abominations" which is generally met with rave reviews like "Even with fudging my rolls and eliminating half the encounters, this module killed all my players in 20 Minutes. 10/10" "I didn't have a debilitating fear of rabbits before this game, but I sure do now! 10/10" "I'm a quantum physicist and certified forensic accountant, and the math made me cry. 11/10"
Actually, since they're both huge TTRPG Nerds, Duke and Bakura become rather close. It still takes YEARS for Duke to realize that the reason Joey rolls Bakura's Dice for him whenever they play is not because of his Hand Injury but because Bakura is a master of stage magic and sleight-of-hand and could roll whatever results he wanted entirely subconciously. It takes Bakura years to realize that when Duke was complaining about "Having To Learn Python" he meant the coding language and not How To Talk To Large Snakes.
Duke speaks the greatest number of languages of the cast, but only if you count computer programming languages.
#Yugioh#TPOFATGIF#The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)#Fanfic#Duke Devlin#Yugi Moto#bakura
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Uncharted Waters (ch. 11)
AO3 || Ko-fi
“My Pharaoh, there was something you needed of me?” Azila asked, breezing into the throne room, her brow knitted in worry. “Are you ill? In pain?” It wasn’t like him to summon her to him outside of any sort of official priest meeting. Or perhaps he had decided that he hadn’t actually liked her standing up to him in the weeks following his predecessor’s death. Maybe this was to be a delayed execution.
Seto was standing at the window, as he always seemed to be. “Did we have any unusual deaths last night?”
Oh.
Azila swallowed thickly. “We have received word of three, my Pharaoh.”
“And you went to check yourself as I have instructed?”
“Of course. There was magic there, but it was not the shadow magic we use. Mana is trying to identify it now. I tried my healing powers, but they had no effect. Whatever is causing these deaths… it is not from Egypt.”
“What about Eturn?”
“I have a message out to an associate in Eturn. I am waiting to hear back.”
Seto cursed under his breath, resting his fist against the wall beside him. “I don’t understand why this keeps happening. What more must we do to appease the gods?”
“I wish I had an answer for you, Pharaoh.”
“So we’re back to 'Pharaoh' now? You seemed so comfortable calling me Seto the other week.”
Azila stuttered. “You were in need of a shock to your system. It is my job to make sure you are healthy and together, is it not? Unless you chose me as your Chief Physician simply because we are friends.”
“Nonsense. Your talent speaks for itself. I just fear that Egypt will crumble under whatever is causing these deaths… it will fall back on me.”
“Whatever is happening is not your fault. The people know this.”
“But how long until they stop believing it isn’t my fault?”
Azila didn’t have an answer to that.
“Pharaoh! I’ve found something!”
Mana rushed into the room, something glowing in her hand.
“What is that?” Seto asked with a frown.
“I don’t know, but it contains the same magical properties that Azila felt last night,” Mana explained, opening her hand.
A stone, glowing a greenish color, laid in her palm.
“I’ve never seen such a thing, nor have I heard of it,” Azila said softly.
“You two, work together to figure out what it is and how to stop it,” Seto said. “We cannot let our people suffer anymore.”
“We won’t let you down, Pharaoh.”
She hated working overnights.
I.D.R.A headquarters was quiet, the only sound was the new-age music coming from Aiko’s speaker to give the impression of the women being in a spa.
Which Reika was desperately beginning to wish she was in, given how chaotic the day had already been, and the phone call she was currently in with Yugi was not helping matters at all.
“No, I’m sorry, you what?”
“Joey got kidnapped and possessed by Marik and we had to duel. There was a timer and we had to beat it in order to win. But we both ended up in the water.”
Reika slammed her hand against the table harder than she’d meant to. “Yugi, what the hell? Are you okay?! Where are you now?”
“We’re fine, we’re fine. Mai’s driving us to the finals now. I’m sorry you won’t be able to make it.”
“It’s fine. I mean, who would turn down a chance to go to a spa for their birthday with their best friend?” she asked, swiveling her eyes to stare down Aiko. “At least I’m away from the Rare Hunters. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Aiko grimaced, sipping at the water in front of her.
“Right. You should be safe there since you’re not in Domino.”
“And you could be walking right into their trap. I’m worried, Yugi. If Marik could possess your friends so easily once before, what’s stopping him from doing it while you guys are at the finals? What if he’s in the finals?”
“The knowledge that we’ve stopped him once before? And I believe in the Heart of the Cards and my friends.”
“From what I’ve seen, belief usually doesn’t stop bad guys. That’s why they keep going until someone physically crushes them.”
“Why have you seen that?”
She blanched, scrambling for an answer. “I watched a lot of TV when I was in E - school,” she replied, twirling a strand of hair around one of her fingers. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. I’m sure you guys are almost at the stadium, right?”
“Yeah, see you when we get back.”
“Hey, is that Jean-Claud -”
Whatever Joey had started to say, she didn’t get to finish hearing as she ended the call and tossed the phone down on the desk in front of her with a long groan.
“I think you need to get some air,” Aiko said as she looked over a map of the North Blue. “We’ve been stuck in here all day and you hardly paid attention to the latest intel that came in.”
“Garrison managed to topple -”
Aiko raised a brow. “Garrison? His name is Karasu, Reika. You know that.”
Reika paused. “Karasu managed to gain control of the Vroven Kingdom and deposed their corrupt queen. The residents are quite relieved, according to the report, and it’s a major North Blue trading port.”
“You also almost said you were in Eturn to Yugi on the phone.” Aiko continued to squint at her until Reika put her hands up in defeat.
“Okay, okay, I’ll grab my cloaking device out of my locker and go for a walk. Do you want me to get you anything? Burger World’s down the street.”
Aiko was already sliding money across the table. “Get me the number three with no onions and a soda. Please.”
“Yeah yeah, no problem.”
“Reika, are you alright?” Azila asked as she made her way toward the elevator to the downstairs locker room.
“It’s just been a long day, Azila. There was a rebellion that didn’t end well in the South Blue, and when I checked on the Straw Hats, I was having trouble getting a read on where they were. And then Yugi called and said his friends were kidnapped which led to him almost dying and I couldn’t do anything about any of it!”
Azila stared at her with concern. “I think your friend is right. A walk will be good for you.”
Reika exhaled slowly through her nose, stepping inside the elevator. “I know. I’m just starting to feel trapped here, that’s all.”
“Trapped? In the building?”
“No, in Domino. It’s been almost two months since I’ve been in Eturn. Who knows how many islands I’ve missed that might have information on where my parents are?” she questioned. “And as much as I love my family here, it’s just not the same without the crew.” When the elevator reached the first floor, she stepped out of it with a sigh. “Did you remember anything about that energy we read the other day?”
Azila looked down. “I remember doing research on it after a strange series of deaths in Egypt. There were several in Eturn as well.”
“Well, what is it?” Reika asked, tossing a hoodie over her shirt and tying her hair back before sliding the cloaking device in her hair and hearing it switch itself on.
“We - we failed to conclude. The deaths stopped after two weeks when we got rain. It was like Egypt was purified,” Azila paused, looking at her. “You look strange with the brown hair again.”
“Heh. I’m sure I - ”
The alarm began to chime overhead, and she rushed from the locker room to the nearest computer to track it.
“Oh, god.”
“What is wrong?”
“It ripped here. Someone from Eturn is in our building,” Reika gasped, activating the lockdown protocols for the I.D.R.A’s area of the building. The staircases would be a pain to check, but at least the elevator would be clear.
Reika grabbed her gun from the holster still strapped to her hip and began the process of checking rooms.
“Aiko, check in. Where are you?” she asked.
Something thudded from the conference room and she tensed, slowly approaching. “Hello?”
“Where am I? Who are you?”
Reika almost froze at the voice.
Aiko’s voice was muffled.
“Miss All-Sunday, I strongly suggest you let Aiko go,” she said. “And put all your hands up.”
“Who are you?”
“Aw, c’mon, don’t tell me you forgot about me already. We had such fun together at the casino…” Reika hummed, stepping into the room, her gun still drawn. “Especially the part where you threw me out a window and said all my friends were going to die.”
Miss All-Sunday stared at her, horrified as she let Aiko go. “You’re - from the Straw Hats…”
“Indeed I am.”
“Why weren’t you on the ship when it left Alabasta?”
“Why do you know I wasn’t on the ship when it left Alabasta?”
“I joined the crew. Luffy saved my life, so I joined his crew. I snuck on-board the ship after Crocodile was defeated.”
Reika stared at her, but slowly put her gun away. She wanted to say the woman was lying, but this was Luffy they were talking about. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to do such a thing.
“Hold on, I recognize you now. You’re Nico Robin, the last survivor of Ohara!” Aiko suddenly said.
She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her as Robin nodded confirmation.
“I am. Please, where am I?”
Reika ran her tongue over her teeth and looked at Aiko. She was from Ohara. She likely knew what the Veil was, so…
“You’re in Japan. Earth.”
“Earth…” Robin’s voice was barely a whisper. “So - so the scholars… they weren’t just spinning wild folktales when they talked about a sister world? All of those books about it were real?”
“Very real,” Aiko said, putting a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “We were in contact with the scholars of Ohara up until the Buster Call. “We tried to find you but… you were good at keeping yourself hidden from the Marines.”
“I thought I was, but today proved otherwise…” Robin shivered, and it was then Reika realized just how pale the woman looked.
“What happened? Is the crew okay?” Reika asked sharply.
Robin sighed. “We encountered a Marine Admiral.”
“An admiral?!”
“Aokiji. I’m not… completely sure what happened after the initial encounter. He froze me solid and I woke up on the Merry. That’s when I saw the light that led me here,” Robin explained.
God, could the crew even deal with an admiral right now? Luffy was strong, but Devil Fruit wielded by an admiral strong? She didn’t know. “Okay. We’ll get you back to the ship and the crew. Aiko, can you get the teleporter ready?”
Aiko nodded, rushing from the room.
“Robin, do you want to take a look at Earth?”
“I never even dared to dream about Earth,” Robin whispered.
Reika grinned, raising the blinds. “Welcome to Domino.”
“What is that?” Robin asked, pointing at the KaibaCorp blimp that was hovering over the city, and Reika was suddenly very glad she had her disguise on.
“A blimp. There’s a tournament going on right now, and that’s where the finals are taking place,” she explained. “It’s being broadcast all over the world.”
“How?”
Reika shrugged. “Our technology seems to be more advanced than in Eturn.”
Robin looked a little overwhelmed as she continued to look out the window, her eyes darting every which way. “I’ve never seen anything like this. To think that another world was hiding from us this whole time. Why were the worlds separated?”
“That’s what our organization is trying to figure out,” Reika said. “All we know for sure is that it happened around the same time as the Void Century. Before that, the Veil between worlds was open. Trade, travel, anything you can think of, was common in ancient times.”
“And then nothing.”
“Essentially. Sixty years ago, strange tablets were found in boxes around the world. They’d been buried for centuries, or passed down from holy man to holy man. Aiko’s grandfather was the one to crack the code, the International Dimensional Research Agency was founded, and here we are,” Reika said. “C’mon, let’s get you back to the Merry before Luffy loses his mind over you being gone.”
Robin frowned at her as they made their way upstairs. “Why would you join something like this? I mean, going between this place and Eturn? It must not be easy.”
“It’s not,” Reika agreed. “But my parents went missing in Eturn when I was eight. Somewhere in the Grand Line. I want to find out what happened to them. If for nothing else, for my grandfather. He deserves to know what happened to his elder son.”
“Your grandfather? The one who fell into a coma?”
She laughed softly. “They told you about that, huh?”
“Nami did. How is he doing?”
Reika hesitated for a moment. “Getting stronger every day,” she decided on, pushing the door open to the teleportation room.
“Whoa…” Robin gasped. “What is that?”
“This is one of the official Veil-points between Earth and Eturn. I just put in the coordinates to the Going Merry,” Aiko said, glancing at Reika and handing her one of the emergency transporters. “You’ll have an hour in Eturn before it drags you back.”
Reika frowned. “What do you mean an hour?”
“I told you to go for a walk, didn’t I? Go have fun with the crew. You’ll be back before the first duel starts.”
“Thank you, AIko. I owe you.”
“You can still go to Burger World when you come back here.”
“Deal.”
Aiko opened the portal and Reika stepped forward. “After you, Robin.”
Reika practically felt herself vibrating with excitement as she followed Robin through the portal, blinking as they arrived back on the Merry, in the midst of some sort of argument between Chopper and Nami, neither of whom seemed to notice the portal that had opened behind them.
“Luffy’s frozen and Robin’s gone! What are we gonna do?!” Chopper wailed.
“A-hem.”
The duo froze, slowly turning around.
“Did you guys lose someone?” Reika said, jabbing a thumb in Robin’s direction.
“REIKA!”
“ROBIN!”
Reika was almost knocked off her feet by the force of Nami’s hug. “Nami, Chopper - hi! I missed you too. What happened to Luffy?”
“He got frozen by Aokiji!” Chopper cried. “Usopp’s with him now trying to thaw him.”
“I hope I’ll get the chance to see him before I have to go,” Reika said softly.
Nami frowned. “Go? Go where? You just got back!”
“I know, I know. But things aren’t completely settled in Oxram. Aiko was kind enough to send me along with Robin when we realized she was part of the crew, but I’ve only got an hour before I have to go back.”
“But when are you gonna be back for good?” Chopper asked, his eyes wet with tears.
“Aw, Chopper, it’s okay!” she soothed with a smile. “Nami, you have a map, right? I’ll - ”
“I’M GONNA KICK THAT ICE GUY’S ASS!” Luffy suddenly shouted.
Reika chuckled. “Bring the map to the galley, Nami. I’ll figure something out. Oi! Luffy!” she called, stepping into the hallway. “Luffy? Usopp?”
“Reika’s back!” Usopp shouted.
“Reika!”
There was a terrible grunting noise, and then Luffy made his grand appearance, almost knocking the bathroom door off its hinges. Chunks of ice were still stuck to his body and hat, but he was grinning all the same.
“Luffy, you should be careful!” she gasped, not even flinching as Luffy’s rubber limbs wrapped around her torso and he flung himself at her. She found herself thudding to the ground, laughing all the same. “Hey, Usopp, get Zoro, Vivi, and Sanji and meet me in the galley, yeah?”
“Vivi stayed in Alabasta, but I’ll get the others,” Usopp replied.
She wasn’t surprised.
“Only an hour?” Luffy whined when the entire crew was gathered. “Why can’t you stay for good?”
“My grandfather’s recovery is slow. He woke up but he’s still re-learning stuff and can’t be left alone yet,” she explained, looking at the map in front of her. “In three weeks, you’ll reach an island called Water 7. It’s a major trade port with Oxram. I’ll meet you there. I promise.”
“Aiko can get you there?” Zoro asked with a frown.
Reika nodded. “With her fruit, as long as she remembers what a place looks like, she can get there. She was here, so she can get me back here.”
Luffy had that unusually serious look on his face again, glancing between the map and her. “Okay. Three weeks.”
He held out his hand, and they shook on it.
She wasn’t sure why she had said it. She’d had a return date of August, not July, but something in her soul told her she would be needed in Eturn earlier.
“I’ll have time to prepare for three beautiful ladies on the ship. Excellent!” Sanji sighed.
“I still have a boyfriend,” she laughed. “But I’d love a quick snack before I go? I’ve missed your cooking.”
Sanji zipped over to the fridge. “Of course, Reika dear!”
“Have you been keeping up with your training?” Zoro asked.
“Obviously. I’ll be training even harder now that I know we’re on an admiral’s radar.”
“Well, with my tech from Skypiea, I’ll be able to protect the crew!” Usopp declared with a grin.
“Skypiea?”
“We went to an island in the sky, Reika!” Luffy said, slamming his hands against the table as Sanji set down some sort of fruit and yogurt dip. “And I fought against God!”
Reika nearly choked on a berry. “I’m sorry, God?”
That was how Reika spent her hour in Eturn listening to the tale of Skypiea - of Sky People and Sky Fish and Octopus Balloons, and of the golden bell at the top of a beanstalk (her life was a soap opera and now there were fairy tales mixed in?). It was all making her head spin, but she knew this would be important information for the agency to learn.
Reika rose to her feet after glancing at her watch. Less than a minute left. “I’ll meet you at Water 7.”
“Three weeks.”
“Three weeks,” she echoed, feeling the yank as the portal opened, dropping her back in Domino.
Aiko was grinning at her from a nearby computer. “How was it?”
“Surprisingly informative. Get a pen and a map of Eturn. We have some geography to add.”
Burger World went forgotten that night as the duo imported the information into their database before settling down to watch the finals on the conference room screen.
“This game is insane!” Aiko shouted as the last duel of the evening concluded. “I mean, three people landed in the hospital because of cards?”
“Well, don’t come to a tournament when you’re already injured, don’t piss off a lightning god, and well, well, yeah, the third one’s bullshit,” Reika said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Mai had him on the ropes. She would have won if it wasn’t for her not being able to read the text on Ra’s card.”
“You do see how that’s worse, right? That evil shadow magic bullshit shouldn’t even be a thing,” Aiko groaned, running her fingers through her hair. “You’re sure you’re okay taking the first shift?”
“Yeah, I just want to make sure Yugi’s not going to call me. Get some sleep, Aiko. I’ll wake you up at three.”
The downside to these shifts was being alone in the early morning hours, providing there wasn’t an emergency with an undercover operative. To give herself some distraction, Reika switched on some music, and soon, soft jazz filled the surveillance room.
It was a quiet night - no frantic calls from other field agents, or important updates from Dragon. The jazz music had started to lull her to sleep, until it suddenly stopped as a call came in.
One-thirty in the morning only meant one person.
“You should be sleeping,” she greeted, rubbing at her tired eyes.
“So should you.”
“I was, until you called. What’s up?”
“If I stare at this computer anymore, my eyes are going to fall out of my head. These damned god cards…”
“Let me guess- Ra, right? The one that killed Mai?”
“Valentine is unconscious, not dead.”
“You do understand that’s only marginally better, right?”
“Tch. Whatever.”
A strange silence settled over the call.
“I get the feeling you didn’t just call me because your eyes are burning.”
(She wasn’t sure that happened to him anymore)
“We’ll be landing at Alcatraz in a few hours.”
“Alca - shit,” she slid her hand down her face. Of course she knew what Alcatraz was - the old testing grounds for KaibaCorp. She had never been there herself, but she’d heard enough rants out of Seto to know there was a high chance Alcatraz wouldn’t be standing in the next fourteen hours. “Seto, I’m so sorry I had to ditch the finals.”
“It’s fine.”
It wasn’t - she could hear it in his voice.
“Listen… when you get home, I’m yours the rest of the week. Anything you want to do.”
“You play a dangerous game, Reika.”
“But with you, it’s always so much fun.”
“Hmph. I’ll let you know later, then.”
“Get some rest, Seto. You’ve got a tournament to win, right?”
The call ended, and she ran her fingers through her hair.
Alcatraz.
She was the worst girlfriend on the planet.
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Dark Pasts, Darker Secrets Chapter One
Dark Pasts, Darker Secrets: Chapter One
Rating: M (for later chapters and language)
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou; Jonouchi/Seto; Yami/Yuugi; Malik/Marik
Ryou stared up at the looming building before him with a feeling of dread and terror. He hated transferring! Especially this late in the year. It seemed that he was always the new student, the one who was always picked on the most.
Well he wasn't going to take it here, no sir! He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, gathering his courage to enter the doors. As he neared the large wooden portal, he felt something come over him, almost like a feeling of foreboding, but also a trill of excitement went through him. He placed a hand on the wooden doors and pushed, grunting with the force it took to open it, thinking much braver thoughts than what he felt at the moment.
The first thing that hit him was the strong smell of wood tarnish, then pine scented cleaners that probably made the floos shine like a mirror. At least he knew this school was cleaner than the ones he'd been enrolled in before. Ryou stepped further into the building and found himself in the middle of what looked like a boat floating on rough waters, below it read the words 'Domino School for Boys'. Looking at the boat made him think of his father, whom he wished was there for him instead of at the excavation site somewhere in Egypt. Unfortunately he was unable to bring Ryou with him, and had him enrolled in this school, which was supposedly the best in this area.
At first Ryou had put up a fight about it, wanting to be with his only remaining family. But, in the end he had realized that his father was only trying to what he thought was best for his son. Traveling all over the world was no good for a boy of Ryou's age.
Ryou sighed sadly. He didn't want to be here, but as his father had said, he needed a stable learning environment. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew the letter of acceptance that had been mailed to their temporary address and opened it to look at the list of classes and rooms.
What he thought was a bit odd was that there was no one there to welcome him. In all his other schools there had been at least been a teacher waiting for him to show him around the school. But here he was all alone. And it was a bit scary.
He studied his list and noticed that his first class was underway, but no too far. If he hurried he would be able to make it hopefully before the teacher got too far into the lesson. With that he took his first steps into his new school and home, thinking braver thoughts than he thought.
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A head of white hair was all to be seen from the figure sitting behind the last desk of the last row. Slight snoring was heard from the boy as he dozed in and out listening to the teacher droning on with the mathematics lesson. The teacher raised his voice at one of the students, rousing the boy into looking up to watch his fellow pupil be chastised. God this year was going to be so boring, if this was the only action he found.
The teacher turned his attention to the snoozing boy, bringing him fully back into the world. "Bakura!" Two cold brown eyes glared at the teacher, angry from being woken up.
"What?" he snapped. The teacher's face stayed angry, but he couldn't even come close to looking Bakura in the eyes.
"I was asking you, what is the answer to the equation on the board?"
Bakura gave one last glare before turning his attention to the sloppy handwriting on the board. Seriously, how was this guy a teacher when his writing was barely legible? But he sucked it up and quickly did the problem in his his head. "X equals two and three fourths. Happy?" The teacher was abou tot scold him when there was a knock on the door.
All eyes went to the door, but Bakura chose to glance at his friend, who was obviously fast asleep in the seat next to him. Bakura sighed. Why wasn't Marik ever picked on? It always seemed to be him. A loud snore made Bakura smirk and he shook his head, finally turning his attention to the door.
It seemed as if the teacher was talking to someone, but who? The middle aged man stepped away after a few more moments, his eyes full of smiles as he looked back at the class. It made Bakura sick just to see it. "Class," the teacher began. "I have just been informed that we have a new student joining us."
Almost in unison the class came to rapt attention, all but the exception of Bakura and Marik. The teacher stepped away from the door to allow the mystery student in. "Please come in, Ryou." A few seconds passed before a small boy stepped through the door, the first thing catching Bakura's attention was the color of his hair. White. Maybe a shade or two lighter than his, but it was still white. The boy walked stiffly, betraying how nervous he was even though his face (and it was a pretty face) showed a calm exterior.
"H-hello everyone," the boy's voice was soft and shaky as he smiled at the class. "It's nice to meet you." He made a small bow.
"Ryou is originally from Japan, but he moved to England for his father to be closer to his work as a leading professor of Egyptology." The class was almost enamored by the teacher's information and instantly began chattering and whispering in awed voices. Bakura rolled his eyes.
That was all it took for the sheep to follow the newest herder. Give them a piece of juicy talk and they would rip it open like a pack of hyenas.
The teacher cleared his throat and the class settled into silence. "I'm sure Ryou would be willing to tell us all about his exciting life a bit later. But for now, why don't you take a seat in front of Marik? Marik raise your hand, please." Bakura smirked as he raised his hand, staring directly at the man, daring him to do something about it.
The teacher took a step back, his hand going to his throat in a protective manner. "Umm, I-I have to go and get you a book from the store room. Please take your seat, Ryou."
Ryou nodded and made his way toward Bakura, eyeing the boy nervously. Bakura's smirked became colder, turning into a depraved smile when the boy visibly shivered. "A-are you Marik?" Bakura shook his head.
"Nope. He is." Ryou stared at the sleeping boy Bakura pointed to.
Ryou scowled as the tanned boy so convienently had his feet up on the empty seat that was supposed to be his. "Excuse me, but you seem to be using my seat." When Marik didn't budge, Bakura had to withhold a laugh. Ryou watched the obviously sleeping boy, then took a deep breath and exclaimed; "Excuse me!"
"WHAT!?"
Ryou jumped back by the explosion, frightened by the now angry boy glaring at him. "Y-youre in my seat," he stuttered lowly. Marik seemed to almost growl at him, then kicked the chair in front of him over. "There's your damned seat. Now goodnight."
Bakura couldn't help but snicker at the look on the new boy's face as he righted his chair, his face beet red as he avoided looking at his other classmates.
'Nice,' thought Ryou. 'My first day and I already have an enemy.'
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@game-weaver said: 0, 10, 54 || Munday Numbers ||
0: If your muse is an OC, then how did they come to you? If your muse is canon, then what inspired you to play them?
Haha actually! Funny thing is originally I like Malik ( Hikari ) more than Marik, mostly because the not even 10-year-old me was HORRIFIED by Marik--still creepy despite being how bland and overexaggerated American Marik was. I still really liked Marik, but it was more of a being disturbed kind of awe. As a kid my siblings and I always did our own sort of LARP and my sister and I liked to cause pain of Jou getting with Malik only for Marik to possess and take over.
Eventually over time as I got older ( and my fascination and enjoyment of horror themes started up ) I went more to rping Marik. Had my first time with him being like how Atem was for Yugi. Then fell out of interest. Que about a year ago a mutual on my Xemnas blog mentioned YGO Abridged and I ended up looking at that again ( Despite how much Marik hates it, I do enjoy Melvin) and then also discovered the Japanese Sub and Manga. So, those two things inspired me to add Marik over on my old multimuse, and also since Ra is a dirty lover of having inhuman muses and creating creature designs, added on to him being a shadow creature and then when he got his own blog back in August, the Nightmare form.
So honestly there’s mostly the childhood like of him and the morbid fascination I have with horror themes that made me choose to rp Marik c:
10: What do you love to hate-watch?
I had to actually look up what this means so that pretty much tells you I don’t do it rip. But if I don’t like something, I’m not going to be watching it again. I really don’t find things that I dislike that fun to watch even if it’s to make fun of it--just not something I enjoy.
54: What advice would you give to a new roleplayer?
DON’T STRESS ABOUT IT! Don’t think that you have to please everyone or change your muse to fit with what others want. If you want to rp an asshole, do it--just make sure to have boundaries when it comes to triggers of other people and TAG TRIGGERS! If you want to rp a nicer character? Go for it. Don’t stress about making other people happy otherwise you yourself will never be happy. Don’t try to please people either, it’s going to end up hurting you more than helping. Rp is a hobby and a fun thing to do, not a job! Step back if needed and please COMMUNICATE with others! Passive aggressiveness is NOT the way to go.
#game-weaver#❝ ᴬ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ❞ ; answered#❝ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵒˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵘʳᵖˡᵉ ʳⁱᵇᵇᵒⁿ ❞ ; about Ra#❝ ᵂⁱⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᴰʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵃ ❞ ; ooc#(That last one is V important!!)#; long post
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Director's cut Creepy Hide and Seek
Ah, this one is harder since I wrote it so long ago, I don’t remember what I was doing lol (also, yikes, looking it over makes me want to re-edit the entire thing, omg)
So here are some random bits and comments:
Bakura nodded. "Smart. (Zorc’s) not very pleased how things ended, and since you wore the Ring it'd be easy for him to possess you if you made any mistakes."
Well, I’m sure this line in chapter 1 isn’t foreshadowing at all :)
Bakura opened his mouth to argue, but paused and then asked, "when did you start saying fuck?"
Ryo smiled, taking a moment to answer on his phone. "Well, you see, there was this spirit who used to possess me, and all he ever said was fuck, fuck, fuck, in my head - every day - and it kinda stuck in my mind."
Apparently, the “Ryou and Bakura shared mind space for too many years and now Bakura says “please” and Ryou says “Fuck” hc has been something I’ve had in stories for years now.
"We only have fifteen more minutes. Tell me a story."
"Do I look like your mother? I'm not going to tuck you in and tell you a bed time story."
"What was your life like?"
Bakura sat quiet for two minutes. "Hard. It was hard."
"Tell me something. When's the first time you ever summoned Diabound?"
The “Ryou sneaks behind Bakura’s emotional walls by getting him to tell stories instead of memories because Bakura is too traumatized to say things outright, but can use story structure as a way to emotionally distance himself from the past and, therefore, slowly work through it” troupe is another one that’s apparently very old in my writing. (We also just saw this troupe in Mere Force).
The voices in the kitchen grew louder. Ryo ducked back down as Kek turned his head. He snarled, the sound of a rabid wolf. "Marik."
Ryo unscrewed the cap of his water bottle, preparing to end the game. He chased Kek into the kitchen.
"Bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" Kek screamed.
Bakura put himself between Marik and Kek like a shield, at the same time, Ryo spat the salt water onto Kek's skin. Kek screamed again, in pain, as the salt water sprayed him.
"I win! I win! I win!" Ryo shouted, but as he raised his hand to dump the last of the salt water onto Kek's head and banish him, Kek pivoted to face Ryo and smacked the bottle from Ryo's hand.
Time stopped for a moment as they stared at each other. Kek's lips curled upward, and he licked them with his long, pink tongue.
"Oh shit." Ryo ran out of the kitchen.
85-year-old Ryou voice: And that’s how I met your grandfather
One more clip, one of my favorite moments in the entire story:
Kek marched to the other end of the hall, away from Ryo. "It's just that..." He held his stomach, pain ripping his expression apart. "I wanted to pretend I was human during my first kiss. In the Shadows you're always drowning, drowning in cold, drowning in black, drowning and drowning and drowning. I wanted to take one nice thing back with me before I had to drown again." He crashed against the wall and slid to the floor, hands still digging into his gut. "Everything hurts. Send me back. I'd rather drown than feel this kind of pain."
I love this, because this was the first moment Kek became human. I’ve mentioned before that Creepy Hide & Seeks main focus was overcoming fear, and Kek’s biggest fear was not truly being human (only feeling human because of Ryou’s magic), but this shows that he wanted to experience more “human” things even before Ryou summoned him, so he really didn’t have anything to fear. Also, when he holds his stomach is the first moment his doll body started becoming flesh and blood.
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Car Keys
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
Pairing: Thiefshipping
Rating: T
Warnings: Abridged personalities
Note: I don’t know what this is. I saw ‘car keys’ as a writing prompt and I started writing. So, enjoy.
“Marik, we have to get going! If we want to defeat the pharaoh, we need to make sure our present is the best one at the Christmas party,” Bakura said.
“Don’t worry Bakura, I’ve got everything all planned out,” Marik responded.
“I really doubt that, last time you said you had everything planned out, we had to go pick up 40 cases of tacos from the local restaurant, all because you made that stupid promise.”
“Oh like you wouldn't know the value of a great deal!”
“You mean getting a ride on a Winged Dragon of Ra motorcycle with a free coupon for ‘all you can eat tacos at your local restaurant?’
“Exactly! I’m glad you understand.” Bakura rolled his eyes. “Anyways, let’s get to the party. Bakura, go get the car keys, I’ll get the Pharaoh’s present.” Bakura walked away as Marik walked over to a wrapped box. It had purple wrapping paper and a gold ribbon. There was a tag with a little note.
“Hope your Christmas this year is a blast!
-Love Marik and Bakura”
“This will be the best party ever!” Marik said. He started laughing, but was interrupted by Bakura tapping his shoulder. “What do you want?”
“Where did you put the car keys?” Bakura asked.
“What do you mean ‘where did I put the car keys?’ They’re in the same place they always are!”
“I believe I would have seen them if they were in the same place as always. Now where are they?” Bakura asked again.
“I will say it again, they are where they always are. I don’t see the point of this.”
“Fine, come with me then.” Bakura said. Marik followed him to a small hook on the wall near the door. The hook was empty. “Now, do you see my point?”
“Obviously, you were the one who moved them, because I hadn’t touched them since yesterday, and I remember putting them on this hook.”
“I didn’t bloody move the keys!” Bakura yelled.
“Well I didn’t move them either!” Marik rebutted. “Meaning it must have been you!”
“I DIDN’T BLOODY-” Bakura stopped. “Let’s calm down. Now, you are saying you placed the keys on the hook, right?”
“Of course I did.”
“Are you sure it was this hook, not on some other hook around the house?”
“I mena, you can look yourself,” Marik said. Bakura walked over to the back door, no keys. He walked over to the closet, no keys.
“Fine, how about we try something else. Remember that we have two keys, one for each of us. Do you have your spare?”
“Well… uh… funny story. I loaned them.”
“To who!?”
“Don’t worry Bakura, I’ll ask him for them back.” Marik took out his cell phone and dialed the number. “Hello? Steve? Do you happen to have my spare keys for my motorcycle?”
“Yes I do, but I’m afraid I can’t give them back to you.”
“What the EFF are you talking about, I said you could have them for one day only!”
“And for that one day, we used your motorcycle to travel back to our weekend getaway on the moon.”
“Yeah, getaway aaaaaallllllll day!”
“WHAT!? You told me you needed my car to travel to the grocery store!”
“We did go to the grocery store to buy all the necessities for getting wasted.”
“Were getting wasted tonight!”
“Wait… how did you even get to the moon using my motorcycle?”
“I’m afraid we have to go, the entertainment has arrived. We’ll be sure to return your keys and motorcycle when we are done.”
“The party’s getting started!”
“Curses!” Marik yelled as he hung up.
“I assume were not getting those keys back for a few days,” Bakura said. “Meaning we better keep looking.”
“Fine. I will look in the basement, while you look upstairs in our room,” Marik said. Bakura nodded and the two started searching. After a while, no key were to be found.
“This is getting bloody absurd,” Bakura noted.
“Well none of this would have happened if you hadn’t lost them in the first place,” Marik said.
“I told you I didn’t…! Look, that doesn’t matter now, what matters is we find them. The only other place they could be is in my car. They might be locked inside.”
“Why didn’t we look there in the first place?” Marik asked as the two made their way into the garage. Once Bakura opened the door, his cry could be heard around the block.
“WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY CAR!?”
The two stared at the empty garage, no car or motorcycle in sight. “Don’t look at me, I didn’t do anything,” Marik said.
“Well, if you didn’t take my car, and I am still here, then who has my car!?” After a moment of silence, Bakura spoke up again. “I wonder…” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. “For the love of all things evil, he better pick up.”
“Hello?”
“Zorc! Did you take my car!”
“Uh… I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
“What the bloody hell did you need my car for?”
“I going on a cruise! I’ve always wanted to travel around the world, and I needed your car so I could meet Cody at the loading dock.”
“You’re the most evil demon in the world, why couldn’t you find a way to get there without using my car?”
“Because now I can say that I’ve been on a road trip, as well as on a cruise!”
“I don’t care about you wasting time on a bloody cruise ship.”
“But Bakura, this isn’t just any cruise ship. I’m going to school on a cruise ship. I’m going to be learning new things about the world.”
“A school on a cruise ship? That’s more stupid than a school on a remote island that teaches you how to play a card game for children.”
“You’ll see! I’m going to be living it up here, and learning new things!”
“Come on Zorc, once were done with class, I have an idea for a joke on the captain of the ship!”
“Hooray! I love practical jokes! See you Bakura!” And the phone hung up.
“This is the worst timing ever! Now we’ll never get to the party and destroy the Pharaoh once and for all!” Marik yelled.
“Well, we could always walk. It might take longer, but it will at least get us to the party. Where is it anyways?”
“The invitation says it’s in America!” Marik said.
“...And we’re in Japan…” Bakura pointed out. “We had better start walking.” Marik grabbed the present carefully and the two got ready for their long hike.
After forever, Marik and Bakura made their way out of the ocean and onto the shore of a beach somewhere on the coast. “At last! We have made it to America! Now we can find the party and destroy the Pharaoh!” Marik said.
“Where in America is the party?” Bakura asked.
“I don’t know, all I know is that it’s in America,” Marik replied.
“What? How do you know that it’s in America, but not which city or which state it’s in…” Bakura paused for a minute. “Marik… who gave you the invitation?”
“Uh, some loud guy. Wearing something on his head, stripes, stars. Had glasses. But he said we were invited to the Christmas party in America.”
Bakura rubbed his forehead. “And you took his word for it. Did you even read the invitation!?”
“I have it right here-” as soon as Marik pulled it out, Bakura ripped it from his hands and opened it.”
“BOLLOCKS!!!!!” he shouted throwing the invitation. Marik ran over and picked it up.
“Oooooohhhhhh. It was at Yugi Moto’s house. Okay, that makes so much more sense. Hey Bakura-” But before he could finish, Bakura grabbed the present and threw it into the water. He angrily sat on a large rock nearby, trying to make sense of the situation.
Marik walked over to him. He turned towards the sunset and back at Bakura. Marik sat down on the rock next to him. After a moment of the two looking at the sunset together, Marik spoke up. “So… how are you doing?”
And suddenly, the present went off,causing a huge column of water to shoot up into the sky, which landed on the two dorks, drenching them in water. After a moment of silence, Marik started laughing. “This isn’t how I pictured our day would be, but I’m glad I got to spend it with you.”
“Just get us a plane ticket back home!”
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Throwback Thursday: Yu-Gi-Oh Part 1 of 2
This comes from way back in 2003/2004. It's the first chapter in an untitled Yu-gi-oh fic we did back when it first was being shown on The WB network. God did we spend hours playing the card game and watching the seiries and movies (@crystallized-iron remember taking your brother to the theater opening weekend for the free exclusive game card he really wanted?) Anyway, here is a piece of history folks! (Part 1 of 2) and rated M just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi
Written by, Hikari Rioki and Shiara Ramone
Chapter 1:
(In Ancient Egypt)
He watched as his so-called friends try to get past the pharaoh’s bodyguards, only to get sent flying toward the cold ground. He glared at the muscular men. “So the pharaoh doesn’t fight his own battles, huh?” he growled. “What makes him so great anyway?”
"You dare question the chosen god of the land?" the largest body guard snapped standing a few feet away snapped threateningly.
"If he really is that great then why does he only help the upper class? Do you even know what it's like to live in the streets?" asked the young man as he pushed his white hair out of his eyes.
"I've been trained my entire life to serve my pharaoh, and never associated with scum like you street urchin, now leave before I'm forced to place you in the dungeon for conspiring against our lord.''
"I'm not conspiring against him. I just want to talk to him. To tell him how bad it is! Do you really think that the people who are like us admire him?! He only helps the upper classes!"
"That is none of your concern, now leave." the guard commanded slapping Bakura across the face causing him to fall into a hard wall.
He gasped for air, the wind being knocked out of him. "Bakura!" exclaimed one of his friends. "Are you okay?"
"What is going on here?" asked a voice coming from behind the guards.
Bakura glared at the newcomer, the pharaoh of Egypt.
The guards bowed deeply and the large one replied, "These lowlife scum were trying to get into an audience with you, your Excellency. I don't know what evil scheme they were planning, but we were just trying to protect you, my lord."
Bakura's eyes went wide as he picked himself up from the ground, "Liar!" He kept glaring at him. "I told you idiotic morons that we only wanted to tell the pharaoh how messed up his perfect Egypt is!" (A/N: i can't think)
The Pharaoh glared at the young man with cold amethyst eyes, "Who are you to question my rule?"
"My name is of no concern to you, pharaoh. All I want to say is that many people despise you. If you are the god of the land then I'd hate to see what the devil of the land is like."
"I did not ask your name. I asked who you were to question my rule. For that you will pay. Put this insolent fool into custody and treat him with our hospitality."
"I don't think so, pharaoh," said Bakura, taking something out of his pocket. "You see, I have many, many allies all around you."
As if on cue, men that had been hiding in bushes and behind walls came into view, holding daggers and tree branches. They all watched the pharaoh with hatred in their eyes.
The pharaoh laughed, "You really think they'd be able to help you?" with a wave of his hand, more guards appeared and surrounded the men.
As a guard led a bound Bakura past him, the pharaoh whispered in his ear, "You stupid fool, I hope you enjoy what I have in store for you in my dungeons."
"I hope it's better than others I've been in," Bakura whispered back. "There's nothing you can do to me that I haven't experienced before, pharaoh." Then he left with the guard.
The pharaoh smiled, he doubted that anyone else had done to the young man what he had in mind, but he would enjoy finding out.
***
Bakura lazily sat in the dungeon, looking around bored. "This is soooo boring," he complained. "So he plans to bore me to death, huh? How original." He looked over to a skeleton that was laying on the ground. "I wonder what you did. Probably starved yourself cuz it's so damn boring here."
"You find your comfort boring?" a voice asked from the other side of the barred door.
"Too boring," the prisoner yawned. He lay down on the hard ground, then looked at his visitor. "So what brings you here?"
"I'm here to bring you your first punishment."
"Oh really?" said the white-haired young man. "And that would be what? Something that's not boring?" He grinned devilishly.
"Definitely not boring."
"Lucky me," Bakura said sarcastically. "So what are you gonna do then? If it's not gonna be boring, then I would like to know what you're going to be doing to me."
"Oh, something I think I'll enjoy a lot more then you will." came the sinister reply.
"Heh, whatever," said Bakura, guessing what the guy had in mind. "Let me guess... you plan to rape me, don't you, sir? Or maybe beat me? Or is it both?" He grinned again. "If I'm wrong, then please correct me.'
The man smirked, "You enjoy rough treatment, don't you?"
"Let's just say that I'm used to it by now and that I know how I can get my way no matter what," the prisoner explained, still grinning.
"You'll be fun to break boy, tha's for sure." the man said as he grabbed a fist full of white hair and pulled. Bakura winced a little, but it didn't really bother him that much. So, he decided to try and have a little fun of his own by pulling his visitor's hair--hard.
"Oh yes, a lot of fun." the man said again as he jerked his hand so it met the wall causing blood to seep from the point of contact.
"Owowowow," Bakura mumbled, letting go of the man, trying to comfort his hurting head. This sure was a bit different than what he was used to, but that didn't matter. Bakura brought his foot up and kicked the man in the groin with all his might. His foot hit a metal plate instead of what he was hoping for.
"Ah, ah, ah, don't think I wasn't prepared for that." the smiling man said as he forced Bakura's head and hands into a wooden stock which he was forced to carry as he stood.
Bakura was completely confused by now, unsure of what was going on.
His jailer smiled as he attached a chain to a hook in the front of the heavy wooden restraint. "I told you I'd enjoy this a lot more then you would." and with that, he yanked hard on the chain causing his prisoner to fall, not able to get up on his own due to the restraints on him.
"What the hell?" the confused prisoner asked. "I'm not afraid... just tell me what this damn thing is."
"It's an effective restraint for what I have planned for you, you whoring little criminal."
"And I suppose that your great pharaoh has approved of this?"
"It was his idea for you personally."
“Then why doesn’t he just do this to me himself?” Bakura asked. “If I was the pharaoh I would love torturing the prisoners by my own hands, not wanting some ugly empty-headed servant to do it for me. Or maybe he’s afraid of the people he locks up in here?”
"You really think that he'd waste his time on just scum we lock up. No, he only comes down for special people like you. But I won't spoil it for you, not when the great pharaoh has something special planned just for you."
The white-haired young man didn’t say anything. He only tried to think of something he could do to get out of this mess. However, he couldn’t think of anything. It looked like he was truly at the mercy of the pharaoh. He hated it. He hated the pharaoh so much! What was he going to do?
"Ah, I see he's gotten you all ready for me." a familiar cruel voice came from behind him.
"What?!" shouted Bakura, not at all happy with what was happening.
"You sound suprised, why?"
The tomb robber only growled, his anger elevating. "So, pharaoh, what brings you here?"
"You." came the simple reply.
"Do I spark interest in you, pharaoh?" said the prisoner. "Or do you just think I'm pretty?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes I would actually. And why the hell do I have to have this damn restraint thing on me? Do you really think I would be stupid enough to try something, pharaoh?" Bakura sighed. "I wonder what he would do when he finds out that you've captured me?"
"The restraint is for my pleasure, as well as to prevent you from doing some of your more famous moves on me and my men."
"More famous moves?" Bakura questioned, playing innocent. "Like what?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, now are you going to cooprate with me, or do I have to get violent with you?"
Bakura thought about it for a moment before saying, "Fine, pharaoh, I'll cooperate. On one condition, though."
"And that would be?"
"You have to listen to what I have to say about your precious Egypt."
The Pharaoh smiled, "If you still have the stregnth to talk afterwards, I'll listen."
"You'd be surprised," Bakura smirked. "Now hurry up and get it over with, damn pharaoh. Just hope my buddy Marik doesn't find out about this. He'd have fun meeting you, pharaoh."
"Oh?" the pharaoh asked intregued.
"Yeah. He's a real psycho who thinks he's supposed to be the pharaoh of Egypt. Says he's gonna get rid of you someday and take your place."
"Sounds like just another delusional lunatic to me."
Bakura burst out laughing at that. "I told him that once! He ended up almost beating me to death. I wonder he would do to you?"
"You're assuming he can get to me, now you've stalled long enough. Guards." and with that two large men came at Bakura with gleeful looks in their eyes.
The tomb robber shut his eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was going to be happening to him. The guards roughly ripped his clothing from him, and forced him to the ground. Bakura kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see what was going on. "Open your eyes," commanded the pharaoh.
"What are you going to do to me if I don't?"
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes, I do," answered Bakura, keeping his eyes closed.
Pharaoh nodded to one of the guards, who brought him something, "Open your eyes or I'll be forced to use this on you."
Bakura opened one eye to examine the object that the pharaoh held in front of him. It was a long, mean looking cat-o-nine and the thought of that thing being used on him made the robber shudder. "Fine, I'll keep my eyes opened," he said, glaring up at the pharaoh. "Can I ask what your name is?"
"Atemu, now will you cooperate, or will I be forced to play bully with you?"
"No, I'll cooperate. My name's Bakura, by the way, pharaoh."
"Alright Bakura, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want," sighed the white-haired prisoner. "The pharaoh always gets to do what he wants, and everyone else keeps quiet about it." He looked into Atemu's eyes. "Everyone keeps quiet about everything he does, even when the pharaoh is responsible for the murder of a little boy who just happened to ask him for food. Or if the pharaoh is responsible for the imprisonment of an innocent civilian, everyone still keeps quiet. Do you want to know why? It's because they don't want to end up the same way as them."
"You really think I'm that heartless? You think I know all that goes on?" Atemu asked quietly.
"If you weren't that heartless, then you would've kept a better eye on your guards," said Bakura.
"You assume I know all that goes on. My advisers know more then I do."
"Are your advisers allowed to tell the guards what to do? What if the advisers told them to go kill people? The guards would have to obey the order because it was the order of a superior." 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?"
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?"
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!"
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A Civil Conversation
Marik has a talk with his other self, who’s a bit different after his return from the shadows once Zorc was defeated. (This is the start of my post-canon death- and angst-shipping au.)
(I don’t have DID and I’m sure the research I did for this doesn’t cover everything, so don’t hesitate to tell me if I messed something up. Also, Marik didn’t mention possible integration because he’s preeeeetty sure Yami Marik would be pissed he even brought it up and he’s already walking on thin ice.)
Word count: 1547
Rating: There’s swear words but no violence.
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The tomb was mostly quiet.
Tombs tended to be, of course, but his memories of this particular one usually involved noise. Crackling fire, sizzling metal and flesh, strained screaming into a rag.
Blood splattering unto hands and ancient stone.
He twirled the Rod between his hands, fingers twisting the spherical top by the wings.
He was used to the quiet, now. When he’d first returned, there had been some excitement- vomiting, shrieking, tearing up pillows. But when the fear had faded, the resentment and anger had set in, and without the magic of the Rod to draw energy, he couldn’t force thoughts into Marik’s head.
Marik had locked the door ages ago, and there wasn’t much to do anymore, except pace and explore and try to siphon off whatever emotions he could grasp at for energy.
So often now it was guilt. Guilt wasn’t nearly as fun as anger or fear.
There was noise now and then, but it was always just out of reach. Muted screams, padding footsteps, a rush of fire that died out before it reached him. It didn’t take long to realize that it was always just out of reach, and it was useless chasing it.
So when he heard a door creaking at first he didn’t move from the slab he was resting on.
“Hello?”
Marik. His voice wasn’t as common as Rishid’s or Father’s or Ishizu’s, but it popped up every once in a while.
“Are you in here?”
He pulled the end off the Rod and stuck out his tongue in concentration, trying to aim the sharp point at the torch by the entrance before chucking it as hard as he could. It struck the metal holding the torch up, giving off a long ‘CLAAANG’ that vibrated through the room and down the hall.
A wave of his hand and it was back in his grip, but by the time the sound faded, footsteps had replaced the metallic ring.
“I’m not leaving until we talk.” A shadow began to creep up the wall.
“What do you want?” His voice echoed bitter, and he slid off the slab, once again unsheathing the blade.
The footsteps froze, and he snorted. “Oh, don’t shut up now that I said something.”
“I’m… just here to talk.”
“So start talking. I don’t have all day.”
Main Personality finally found the proper entrance and walked in. His hair was pulled back into a braid, and he was in a leather vest, but otherwise he looked the same as he always had. A few paces put them within an arm’s width of each other. To his credit, Marik didn’t step back, but the hot breath on his face made him narrow his eyes.
“We need to work this out.” Marik’s vision darted down to the Rod in the other’s hand.
At that, a grin spread across his face. “What, you finally decided that you need me? After all these months, you know that you-”
“I’ve been going to therapy.”
Marik might as well have turned into a sphinx for all the words sunk in. As it was, all he could do was widen his eyes and spit out “If you came for an apology, you can fuck off,” as his fingers tightened around the cool metal of the Rod. “I’m not sorry for any of it.”
“I haven’t.” Marik had both hands resting at his sides.
“Then why? The last time we talked you shoved me back here, screaming you never wanted to see me again. You’re as much a mess as ever. More than ever- at least before, you had a point! Now you’re mucking around, trying to figure out how to be a good person, because you’re ashamed that you were devoted to something that didn’t kiss the Pharaoh’s ass-”
“The Pharaoh has already passed on. I don’t give a rat’s ass how you feel about him anymore, I couldn’t bring him back if I wanted to.” Marik took a deep breath. “I’m not here to argue with you, I’m here to offer a truce.”
“I’m not interested in your scraps. I survived six years-”
“You survived six years on shadow magic and me being a completely unrepentant asshole.” Marik said flatly.
That got a barking laugh. “So you do still have some life in you, Main Personality!”
“If you let me finish, I’m here because I want to talk. To… apologize.” The word was dragged out, foreign on his tongue for so long.
“Oh, this I have to hear. What, you’re sorry you locked me in a box? Sorry you didn’t kill that miserable bastard of our father earlier? Sorry that you were never as strong as me?”
“I’m sorry I made you.”
In an instant, the blade was raised to the side of Marik’s neck.
“You’ll want to choose your words carefully.” He hissed.
Marik swallowed. “I mean, I’m sorry that I’ve been using you as a dumping ground for all the garbage in my life since we were ten.”
“I’d rather be hated than pitied.”
“I don’t pity you, I’m trying to empathize with you!” Marik grabbed his wrist, narrowing his eyes. “Do you even know what we are?”
“Fucked up?” One side of his mouth quirked up into a smile.
“Yes, but-” Marik suddenly paused, and let out a little laugh. “Yeah, we are.” Another breath in and out, and he sobered up. “But there’s a word for when there’s more than one person in somebody’s head because of childhood trauma. That’s us.”
“Do enlighten me, dearest Main Personality.” The sardonic comment was accompanied by a roll of his eyes.
“We have disassis- no, wait. It was… dissociative identity disorder.”
“So knowing what it’s called fixes everything? You really have slipped.”
“It generally lasts a lifetime.” Marik took a step back, careful not to poke his neck on the point of the Rod. “And you were mostly fueled by the bad stuff I couldn’t handle, so…”
“Let me guess. If you heap rainbows and drool glitter it’ll fix me.” One could practically taste the sarcasm in the air. “I still don’t regret anything I’ve done, and that’s probably an important component.”
“I’ll let you out.”
That gave him pause. “Aren’t you worried I’ll hurt someone?”
“Of course I am, but we’re not going to do that right away.”
“Admitting you’re scared is-”
“Weak?” Marik raised an eyebrow. “Now you sound like Father did.”
Within two steps he had Marik pinned against the wall, one hand twisted into his shirt and the other holding the blade between his eyes, torch flickering against his skin and hair. “If you ever say that again, I’ll rip your throat out and feed it to Ammit myself.”
“Words make me weak, but you can’t handle the truth. You hated him so much you became him.”
“I’ve never tried killing someone within a soul room,” He snarled. “I’m dying to find out what would happen.”
“You’d fracture. There would be more of us to worry about.” Marik replied. “We’re getting off topic.”
“What makes you think I’d want to make any kind of truce with you? With enough time I could force my way back up.”
“Because if I willingly give you freedom, then maybe you’d see things my way. I want to help you. It’s my fault you’re like this.”
“I happen to like how I-”
“You think I didn’t?” Marik glared at him. “I knew exactly who I was. Marik Ishtar, leader of the Ghouls, the one who would enact 3000 years of vengeance for the Tombkeeper lineage. But I realized that anger and hatred only gave me a list of regrets as long as the Nile and an absence of a purpose. I changed, and you can too.”
Slowly, the blade began to lower. “I tried to kill you. You really are going to just forget that?”
His lips tightened, before they began to curve up into a smile. “I’ve done worse.”
“What are you going to make me do?” Half a step back, allowing Marik a bit of room to stand up straighter. He took a moment to brush off his vest.
“First off, you’re going to come to therapy with me. It’s an absolute pain in the ass but it helps.” He stuck out his tongue at that, but Marik kept going. “Secondly, we’re only going to switch who’s fronting in the living room at first. There isn’t anything you can use as a weapon, and Ryou’s agreed to stay with you so you don’t try and hurt me.”
“Ryou?”
“Bakura’s host. The one that had the Ring?”
“Oh, the one with the white hair. He was odd. Fine, I can agree to that. Anything else?”
“That was as far as we got.” His eyes drifted upwards. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised this is your soul room.”
“What’s yours?”
“My apartment from when I ran the Ghouls.” The answer came quickly. “We’re both stuck in the past.”
“Like a fly in a web.” He reached for Marik’s shirt again, but Marik faded away before his hand could make contact. He was left grasping at air.
For the first time in a while, he sighed and grabbed the torch, walking down the hall of the tomb and away from the ritual room.
#malik ishtar#yami malik#yu gi oh!#yugioh#duel monsters#shadow writes stuff#PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK...
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❦ reluctant allies
❖ platonic
☢ slowburn
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[[Sure am! I'm sorry I like never reblog memes, woops.
But YES let these two be friends! Honestly kinda criminal that I don't think they ever even exchanged dialogue throughout the series? Did they?? I can totally see em getting along. (And I know I've said it before, but Kaiba owes her big time for Battle City. Even if Marik was the one that threw her into a shadow game, Kaiba stood by and let it all happen because he wanted to see a big golden dragon in action. Could've disqualified Marik at any point, decided he didn't care. Her deciding to go after Joey during DOMA and not Kaiba is... very kind.)
It's a shame these two never tag dueled together and busted out a Dragon Master Knight rip-off, except it's the Harpy Lady Sisters each riding on top of a Blue-Eyes Ultimate head. Idk I like that both of their decks are based around three copies of a single monster ok, I think it's neat.]]
#[[I'm sorry if I'm repeaTING MYSELF BUT yes let em be friends#fashixncgoist#\\\ OOC#\\\ Just my luck. Dork Fest Continues. (MEME ANSWERS)
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Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Pharaoh’s Cool New Trick
Digging my way through quite a pile of commission work (funny how these things only come all at once or not at all), nearing the light at the end of the tunnel, was looking forward to some free time to catch up on my many little side projects when I was asked to take off for a weekend to do some cat-sitting to which I would NEVER say no to a cat, so like...Rip this blog I guess, we only update like once a week nowadays, but what do you do?
That’s right, play Puzzles and Dragons! The only phone game worth paying any attention to! Where they just released Pegasus on their Yugioh Collab and he looks pretty great!
So I’m just gonna take a second for some art appreciation, because the Puzzles and Dragons art team is just A++++ honestly, and yes, I did pull 13 times to get a Pegasus in my monster box, and yes, he is a completely insane team leader that is absolutely broken when paired with Yugi (the numbers are so satisfying) but...look at him. He looks so good!
(also I finally got Joey Wheeler, and so now my gatcha cravings are settled. And, don’t worry, I play this game so much that I was there during Christmas when they offered like a bajillion stones for free so I didn’t actually use real money on this.)
Now PAD also released a Weevil and Rex, and I don’t know why, and neither does the art team because they still look pretty good but in comparison to all the mains, they sure do looks like just some shorty guys in some casuals.
though I gotta admit, I want to learn how the hell this art team does swooshy effects, because man, that would make my art so much better to just have flames violently exploding out of all my art. Why am I not doing that more often? I have the technology.
anyway, I didn’t bother trying to pull them. Maybe I’ll accidentally pull them when they eventually release a Duke Devlin. (also, RIP to the fact that Roland will probably never be in Puzzles and Dragons but like...I can only send them so many polite letters covered in stickers pretending I’m some 10 year old child and writing in my broken Hiragana “Roland in PAD?”. Thems the breaks. (They also might not remember who Roland is.))
Shoutouts to the card that Weevil is holding that is censoring this nipple on the booby spider, PS.
So because this is not actually a Puzzles and Dragons blog, and it’s been ten eons since I regularly updated so I could remember episode to episode...where the hell were we?
That’s right, we’re on an island now. This show’s wonderful obsession with evil islands (and spoiler, this is one of the few Yugioh Islands that doesn’t explode at the end. Mostly because Kaiba isn’t here to do it or this place would be cinder)
(read more island stuff under the cut)
Anyway, after announcing “hey guys! Screw islands!” Yugi immediately collapses and without any warning.
Apparently the armor is a big ol parasite, which is something that Yugi is so used to at this point that he refuses to admit that this is a problem. Just normal Muto stuff, refusing to tell anyone that he has a serious illness going on underneath that giant mass of hair.
(the sailor moon vibes coming off this weird orb energy)
Sort of feels like a call back to S1 when Yugi was clearly possessed and everyone else was like “He acting weird to you?” except it’s S5 and everyone has learned to never trust Yugi when he says he’s fine and they are responding like he is about to die. Which is correct.
Outside of the cave falls this scroll that is...glowing, I guess. So they open it up and get a bunch of hieroglyphs that give them the “riddle of light” and like youknow...it’s riddle stuff.
They’re doing this riddle for “wings.” And it’s like...everyone’s monster here has a set of wings or an ability to fly. Every single monster except for I dunno, flaming swordsman? Hell, Yugi himself had two sets of wings when he fused with Dark Magician (which was weird, and I still don’t like to think about what technically was going on there.) But we have to go and get ourselves even more wings.
Weirdly, Joey turns to Tea and does something that in any other show would be completely normal. He was like “you want to stay here with Yugi, don’t you?” and it was the first time Joey has ever actually addressed the fact that Tea and Yugi are close. Uncharted territory. I was amazed at the amount of casual shipping that is happening here. It’s almost like a normal ass relationship.
So the boys decide to go off, and be boys and tackle this themselves. And they shouldn’t have, because Tea is smart for this group, and also has the only healing spell.
Like if you’re playing D+D you wouldn’t typically leave your only healer behind. Just saying.
Also like...Grandpa Muto went with them? I guess he’d have to since he’s the translator but also...kind of weird to leave your grandson dying in a cave, but maybe that’s just the Muto lifestyle.
Do not be fooled by my caps, no one has addressed the Bakura in the puzzle for 3 seasons. I’m starting to think this show will never address the Bakura in the puzzle. Which honestly, that would be hilarious if they made a big deal out of that plot point and then couldn’t use it in the end.
And speaking of plot points that kind of come out of nowhere and don’t make full sense with the continuity of the show--Joey has regressed back to the 4th grade.
Hey show? What?
So like if you love Joey, this is not the arc for you, because this arc he is reduced to a Himbo and nothing else. Straight up didn’t know what an echo is, but is very strong and pretty, I guess.
This inevitably happens with any TV show becuase different people make different parts, and I’ve brought up before that sometimes it feels like some teams only have loose post-it notes of what any character should be like at any given point (ESPECIALLY with Seto Kaiba’s timeline) but like...
...Personally I’m mot so fond of this interpretation of Joey, kind of ignores Joey’s best traits, and makes Tristan look way too smart in comparison (and like I always pinned Tristan to be the Himbo of the group, but maybe it’s because they give Tristan so little else to do?)
And like don’t get me wrong, Joey’s a dumbass a lot of the time and needs to get corrected by his pals...but...to the point he doesn’t know what an echo is? He’s a dumbass in a High School student sort of way, youknow?
Anyway, they get down to this big ravine, and they have to destroy this stone while the light passes over it. Kind of feels like a Breath of the Wild shrine quest, actually. In fact, I think Breath of the Wild recycled the shadow/sunlight pathing quest like 4 or 5 times. (I love Breath of the Wild to death but boy did they run out of ideas at the end there.)
They have to fight a glass monster and it’s kind of like...do you know the game Balls 3D? probably not, but it looked like a bunch of random shapes stuck together like a 90′s animation. They basically went to war with shapes.
Pure Himbo energy, has several pokemon, but punches for his pokemon instead of using them. A power move if I ever saw one.
Youknow that would make pokemon a lot more interesting if you could like throw out your pikachu, and then choose to just physically run up to your opponents Eevee and sock it in the jaw. Raise of hands--I know you all would love a version of pokemon like that. Let Ash Ketchum punch a Ratata.
Bro has informed me that Ash does do something like this in the anime. But I’m not talking about the anime, I’m talking about the video game. Give me the option to physically combat my rival. This is what I want, Pokemon.
They discover a way to break the monolith, and the show thinks we’re like actually 7 years old (because the show is Y7, although I forget because it deals with so many dark themes) so the show is going to hold on to this puzzle for a while...just to fill time. And it’s fine because we gotta switch over to Pharaoh anyway.
Yami has this dream again. He attempts to fuse with Dark magician to overcome the dream, but alas, he is still not strong enough.
Yugi wakes up in this murky cave while Tea is out washing out like...some rag? (he’s also still got a rag, so I guess multiple rags were required for how sweaty Yugi is.)
Yugi says “I feel like I’m a new man!” a lot in this episode, and every time he calls himself a man like he’s some sort of adult it’s very funny to me.
And then this plot lore dropped.
I mean I guess inevitably it had to happen...
But man, end of an era. It was freakin hilarious while it lasted: that Pharaoh refused to read ancient Egyptian because it’s like 2002 and he is a High Schooler living in Japan and he actually doesn’t WANT to resolve the mystery of the puzzle. Maybe the people who made this arc don’t know about how in S2 and S3, the fact Pharaoh couldn’t read Marik’s back tatt was like...a really big issue. He couldn’t read the God card, he couldn’t even read that massive tablet that read “HEY PHARAOH THIS IS LITERALLY YOU”. KAIBA had to tell him how to read the God card for him. Freakin Seto “Magic is a lie” Kaiba had to tell him how to use the God Card because Pharaoh couldn’t read it.
But like...Pharaoh finally gave in at some point after the world was devoured by the Leviathan, and before Kaiba finished building Kaibaland (which was already built in S1 but wtv)
The timelines on this show have always been a mishmash...but this one is just like...
...show are you trying to convince me that at any point in this show after season Zero, Pharaoh had any idea what he was doing? Did he sap that brain energy straight out of Joey Wheeler so he could do this?
Wow.
(secretly hoping he forgets how to read Egyptian after this arc is over and the show goes back to the other development team)
Pharaohs reasoning is that, if this is the riddle of the light.....
....then where is the riddle of darkness????????????
and when Tea was like “Pharaoh that is not even remotely logic. Omg it’s so bright outside, lets go back to gross cave.” and Pharaoh was like “Tea! You got it!” and she was like “What the hell are you talking about?”
Not gonna lie, I saw the Orichalcos green, and I got concerned.
Anyway, Yugi gets very frustrated and was like “ugh, lets go save em. They’re gonna die (again.)” and marches down there as if he didn’t pass out an hour ago.
And he fuses with Dark Magician again while everyone else (including his grandpa) was like “Yugi are you freakin kidding me? The suit freakin kills you omg! Tea you had one freakin job!”
And then we get the plot twist that...I mean it makes sense but it was choreographed in a confusing way.
And out of no where this guy shows up again:
So this mysterious man shows up and says “If you don’t succeed you have to live here forever” which...nice...that would probably save the world a lot of problems if Yami got locked away and took his OP puzzle with him. And then this man also says “if you do succeed you become VERY POWERFUL” and Yami was like. “...”
This whole episode had a theme to it, where Tristan and Joey were trying to prove that they could do things on their own and without Yugi’s help. And honestly...felt a little bit misplaced. Yami’s the same guy who murdered Yugi last season with the Orichalcos so like...
...I mean he is probably more reliable than Tristan who once died and turned into a robot monkey for 10ish episodes.
and then they flew into a glowing door.
Folks, this was wild to look at.
This is wild.
And at this point I closed Photoshop and thought I was done. But then I looked at my timeline on the video and was like...wait...there’s more?
and I’m really glad I kept watching because it went back to Alex, who...is apparently just still at those steps in this haunted ass Pyramid.
Now we’re watching Yugioh.
I forgot for a second when they turned Joey into a Himbo and made Pharaoh literate, but we’re back. I mean...
...look at the liner art on this adult man.
So...I posit the question...has Alex spent the last 2-3 episodes doing nothing but applying eyeliner to his face in the dark? Because he absolutely has. And honestly, the vibe of being in a spooky haunted pyramid with barely any light, just applying eyeliner down the edge of your face...that’s a Yugioh vibe, if I ever saw one.
This arc is wild. Anyway, next episode we do even more fetch quests and riddles? Just going to guess now that we probably will.
(and for those new here, this is a link so you can read them from the top. Which, since we’re in S5, means you got like...hours of Yugioh content to read through. Enjoy the rewards of my weird hobby.)
https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono
#Yugioh#Yu-Gi-Oh#yami yugi#S5#Ep20#It's actually Ep 20 now I was wrong last time#Yugi muto#Grandpa Muto#Alexander the Great#Joey Wheeler#Tristan Taylor#Tea Gardner#TeaxYugi#never thought I would ever use that tag#in this show where they are canonically dating but sometimes it happens#Puzzles and Dragons#Because yes I had to talk about it. This collab is great
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Here’s a one-shot for In Plain Sight of Atemu meeting Yugi’s friends and... how overwhelming it can be when you have to be social.
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Yugi opened the door to his apartment, grinning at the man who stood in the hall. “Hey, you came!” He said brightly as he stepped aside to let Atemu in.
“Well, you did invite me over, and I had nothing going on.” Atemu smiled softly before he noticed the group of people in Yugi’s living room. He recognized one of them, Ryou Bakura, a boy who shared his last name with Bakura’s first, but they shared no relation. He only knew him from Marik.
The others... well...
Okay, he knew Anzu as she stepped into the living room from down the hall, holding a few DVDs in her hand. She smiled brightly, waving at Atemu, before moving towards the television.
There were a few faces he didn’t know.
There was a blond sitting on the armrest on the couch, dressed in an old, bleach-stained band shirt, and ripped jeans. He had a can of coke in his hand as he chatted to someone with a thick Brooklyn accent.
The one next to him with a brunet with his bangs styled so they were pushed up in the front. He was at least dressed in cleaner clothes, but obviously he was dressed casually.
Sitting next to him was a young girl, maybe a few years younger than the group but old enough to at least be eighteen or nineteen. She had strawberry blonde hair and looked a lot like the blond guy. She smiled at Atemu and gave him a little wave.
There was another blonde girl, her long hair done up in pigtails, a set of glasses on her freckled cheeks. She was giving Atemu a look that clearly showed she was trying to read what sort of guy he was. Next to her was a boy with choppy, black hair and big, gray eyes, happily talking to Ryou about something.
Atemu suddenly felt the urge to apologize to Yugi and bolt back to the apartment.
“Come, sit down with me.” Yugi smiled, brushing his fingers against Atemu’s own, catching his attention.
The red-head looked at him before putting on a plastic smile, nodding. He quietly followed Yugi to the living room where everyone turned to look at them. “Guys, this is my new neighbor and friend, Atemu Hakem!”
“Yo.” Atemu raised his hand, giving a small wave.
“Hey man!” The blond guy grinned. “I’m Katsuya Jounouchi, but people just call me Joey cause it’s easier ta say! Nice ta finally meet ya! Yuge never shuts up about ya.”
“Oh really?” Atemu smirked, looking at the taller boy next to him, who just blushed.
The brunet next to Joey chuckled. “Ignore him, he’s an idiot. Hi, I’m Hiroto Honda. You’re gonna probably take notice to Yugi having a lot of Japanese friends.”
“That’s alright, my friends are Egyptian like me.” The artist nodded, feeling very uncomfortable but he didn’t show it.
The girl sitting with Honda nodded. “How nice, I’m Shizuka Jounouchi, I’m Katsuya’s little sister, if you couldn’t tell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“A pleasure to meet you as well, Shizuka.”
“You already know me,” Ryou said with a small smile, “did Bakura like that new figure I sent him.”
“He loves it very much, he’s gotta get you the money during the next session, he promises.”
“He damn well better.”
The raven-haired boy chuckled a little. “So you’re Atemu, yeah? I’m Mokuba, you’ve dueled my brother before.”
“Oh!” Atemu blinked. “Right, I dueled Kaiba last week. Then he gave me a weird talk.” His cheeks felt warm as he remembered Kaiba giving him a stern lecture about trying to romance his best friend. Such an awkward conversation...
“Hmph.” The blonde in glasses crossed her arms. “As if anyone hasn’t dueled Kaiba. Hello, I’m Rebecca Hawkins, I’m Yugi’s best friend.” She clearly ignored Joey’s commented about him holding that title.
Atemu just smiled, saying that it was nice to meet her, but he felt like she did NOT like him one bit. This was making him really uneasy and he turned to ask Yugi if he could hang out with him another time, but there was such a sweet smile of his crush’s face that... well... okay, he could do this for Yugi, he could.
Yugi sat down on the floor and patted the spot next to him on his left, and Atemu quietly sat down. Anzu announced that she was going to order pizza for everyone, and asked for the orders. There were shouts for meat lovers and pepperoni, Atemu just quietly asked for a cheese, Yugi saying he’d share it with him.
The pizzas were ordered as Mokuba took one of the DVDs Anzu brought out to put in for everyone to watch. The group chatted to one another without a care in the world but Atemu just sort of sat there, not even really focusing on the movie that played.
He was nervous, he knew Yugi wanted to introduce him to his friends, and he had agreed to do so, but... he wasn’t a social person, hell, he rarely talked to anyone when he was studying abroad for school. He only agreed to come over for movie night because he wanted to make Yugi happy.
But he himself was not, he was feeling so uncomfortable and yet he couldn’t say anything, he didn’t want to ruin the mood. Half-way through the movie, the pizzas arrived and everyone got up to grab a slice, but the artist remained.
Yugi had noticed and asked if he wanted him to get a plate for him. He got a quiet nod in reply. Yugi returned with a slice of cheese pizza for him, along with a soda. He sat down and leaned over to him. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.
“I’m fine, I’m just, uh... watching this movie, it is rather interesting.” Atemu smiled, lying through his teeth, but Yugi didn’t comment.
When the first movie finished, a second was put in and Atemu continued to sit there, the background noise of people talking seemed to louder and they seemed so close and he really just wanted to be around Yugi and Anzu, and maybe Ryou cause he knew him already, a-
He was suddenly on his feet and Yugi was walking him towards the sliding door for the balcony. “Where are you going?” Honda asked, seeing the two boys at the door.
“Oh, uh, I wanted to show Atemu something! In my garden, I don’t want to forget again, so be back in a second!” Yugi laughed and opened the door, stepping out with the shorter man.
He closed the door and looked at Atemu, frowning in worry. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you were picking at the carpet with one hand and you crushed your empty soda can with the other.” Yugi pointed out. He gently put a hand on Atemu’s shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Talk to me.”
Atemu looked into those orchid eyes of Yugi’s and sighed, bowing his head. “I’m not social, at all.”
“What?” Yugi blinked. “But I’ve seen you happily talking to people like it’s the easiest thing in the world! It takes me ten minutes just to make a phone call cause I panic over the little things!”
“Well... my father’s a business man, and he taught me how to fake my way through conversations and social interactions. It’s helped me out a lot in public for quick interactions, but being around a group of people for more than a few minutes? There’s a reason why I barely have any friends, I always feel so left out and uncomfortable, like I am unnecessary part of all of this.”
Yugi sighed and brought his hand up, cupping Atemu’s face. He knew the other was weird about touch, but Atemu always seemed rather relaxed when Yugi did it. “I understand, that’s how I was for a while, especially in high school. Anzu was my only friend that I had in real life, there was Seto and Mokuba, but I knew them online. When I went to college here, I was so terrified about making friends, I was just lucky that Joey sat on me on the first day of class and we started talking. He helped me meet some of the others, which worked great for some of my social anxieties.”
He chuckled a bit. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be their friends all at once, you can just quietly and slowly build yourself up to it. Or, heck, you don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want more friends. It’s okay, it’s up to you. Do... you want to go back to your apartment?”
Atemu shook his head before stepping closer, resting his head against Yugi’s shoulder, lightly wrapping his arms around the flushed man. “Just give me a minute, okay? I’m overwhelmed and needed a breather.”
“O-oh, okay... we can stay out here as long as you want.”
He just got a nod as Atemu’s hold tightened slightly, he felt a warm breath against his neck when Atemu sighed softly. Yugi relaxed a little, rubbing his back. They stayed like that for a few minutes before the young man said he wanted to go back inside.
Once they were inside and seated, Atemu tried to talk to some of the others. He seemed a little unsure, but he at least had a nice conversation with Mokuba and Ryou about Capsule Monsters, and Rebecca and Yugi joined in at one point. Though Atemu felt that Rebecca only joined cause Yugi did.
After a few more hours, people started to head home and Yugi walked Atemu back to his apartment. “How do you feel?”
“Still a bit...” He waver his hand, “but I’m sure I can ease up more if I speak with your friends more often.”
“That’s the spirit! Just remember to not put pressure on yourself, okay?” He hugged Atemu and stepped back. “Good night!”
Atemu blinked, watching Yugi return to his place. His face felt hot as he stood there awkwardly, holding up his hand to wave a little, even though Yugi was gone already. “G-Good night...”
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I wrote this to make up for missing ‘puzzle day’ or whatever.
Based on my own experiences, I don’t like talking with a group of strangers, but I can fake my way through conversation while inside I’m screaming and crying.
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