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Este meme me poseyó

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vamp thieves infesting my brain once again

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Bakura and Marik!! Alternatively: Nyakura and Meowrik

Despite them not having much screen time, I really like Angstshipping because good Bakura and good Marik deserve to be happy

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villain for a season, but baby brother forever

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The Complete D-D-M Fan Zine Schedule!

Go ahead and CLICK HERE to check out the full informational document! That includes zine theming, guidelines, and rules.

We'll be doing a Q&A post soon, so if you have any questions at all, please go ahead and drop them in our ask box! We are happy to answer!

Pixel art made by @hylianherald and graphic made by @rosalind-hawkins

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monster world i love you sm

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We are pleased to announce the launch of D-D-M, a Duke Devlin fanzine!

Zine staff are listed below, and we are still looking for an art mod, so if you are interested, please contact us!

Zine Admin: @rosalind-hawkins Writer Mod: @iamallyetnotatall Formatting Mod: @the-kings-of-games Graphics Mod: @hylianherald

Zine Schedule, Mod Spotlights, and More Information coming soon!

Graphic made by @hylianherald and @rosalind-hawkins

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Rival cheerleader AU

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CUTIE!!!!

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duel no.50 : ryou bakura

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i totally didnt forget to post, here is my full piece for @likeabruise-zine. happy new year!

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Secret Santa 2024

Here is my very late I'm so sorry thank you for your patience piece for the @super-secret-conspiracy event. 🎉

@sadistikitteh, I was your secret santa! Eventually! 😂 I hope you enjoy your gift.

I guess this is technically Conspireshipping, but 90% of is just the Sickleshipping piece of it. So have some wintertime fluff, featuring snow and bunnies and a certain fan-favourite holiday goat, among other surprise appearances. Haha!

Read it below or over on A03 right here. Enjoy!

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Home for a Rabbit

A solid layer of snow had accumulated over the last few days, blanketing the world in a layer of muffled white silence. The first time he’d experienced it, it had been unnerving. Now, Amir could see the full potential in the cold, glistening blanket covering the world. He gave his scarf another firm tug to settle it and went to work.

He was sitting down with a new set of packed blocks for the second layer of construction when there was a crunch of snow behind him. Light-footed, slightly hesitant on the ice – Bakura, then. Not concerning. He took his time to position the latest block and started packing a handful of gummy show into the cracks as the steps eventually stopped next to him.

“The fuck are you doing?”

Amir ignored the question in favour of cursing as the block he was trying to secure gave way. He snatched it up again and repositioned it. Snow crunched as Bakura shifted his weight. He was probably already crossing his arms with a grumpy little frown, the impatient bastard. It was no small miracle he wasn’t already complaining about the cold, too.

“Well?”

“Building.” Amir glanced up from his work just to see the scowl he was sure he’d get for the cheeky answer and did a double-take at the…thing… poking out from the crook of Bakura’s crossed arms. It was enough to pull his gaze from the disgruntled expression on his partner’s face. He pointed at the flash of gold and red. “The fuck is that?”

The ‘definitely-not-a-pout-Amir-stop-being-an-ass’ morphed into a wide smirk spread over Bakura’s face. “Built.”

At that point, clearly the correct thing to do was to fling a handful of snow as hard as possible at the thief’s stupid smirky face, and so that’s precisely what Amir did. The dull thud of snow on flesh was a satisfying reward, as was the grumbling as Bakura wiped the snow off his face and started scooping it out of his collar. Amir didn’t give him time to clean up before speaking up again.  

“Asshole. That’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t care. You didn’t answer my question.”

I was Amir’s turn to grin harder. “Sure I did. ‘Building’.”

At that point, clearly the correct thing for Bakura to do would be to fling a handful of snow as hard as possible at Amir’s stupid smirky face, and so Amir immediately dodged, smirking even harder when Bakura let out a curse.

“I win.” He gave Bakura a very generous additional three and a half seconds to finish removing snow from his face and neck before he once again pointed at the…thing… in Bakura’s hand. “Explain.”

“It’s for Ryou.” Bakura held out the hand-sized object for inspection. “It’s a model of the Gavelbocken. I made it myself. He was disappointed it lasted to Christmas this year, so now he has one he can fuck up however he wants.”

“Ryou’s weird.”

“Yup.”

They shared a warm look for a second before Amir made grabby hands towards the model. Bakura handed it over and Amir angled it back and forth, admiring the careful craftsmanship and small red accents before handing it back. “Yeah, he’ll like it. It’s kinda cute. You gonna give him a lighter with it?” He snickered.

“No comment.” Unfortunately for Bakura, the impish look on his face had plenty of comments. But since Amir was trying to be a good partner, he let it slide. This time.

Bakura’s gaze turned back to Amir’s snowy construction project and the ‘definitely-not-cute-Amir-don’t-be-a-dick’ frown came back.

“But seriously, what the hell?”

 “I’m building an igloo.” Amir looked pointedly at the chunks of snow waiting to be positioned. “Obviously.”

Bakura’s silence sounded about a judgy as a non-sound could, in Amir’s opinion. “Uh - it’s a little small. Also, why?”

“It’s fucking cold out. I’m giving the rabbits a place to live.”

“The rabbits?”

“Yeah. Fluffy little bastards. They eat Malik’s vegetables in the spring and piss him right off? Remember those?”

Amir then discovered that he was getting very good at dodging vindictive globs of snow. He stuck his tongue out at Bakura, who rolled his eyes.

“Of course I remember what rabbits are, dumbass. Do you? Wild animals, live outside, make their own damn houses?”

Amir shrugged. “This’ll be nicer. And what else am I supposed to do with all the snow?”

This silence was a lot less judgy. Much better. Amir had known Bakura would settle down once he was adjusted to the outside air.

“Yeah, alright, fair point. Let me help.” Bakura set the tiny Gavelbocken on the ground and reached for a block of snow.

An indeterminate but chilly amount of time later, they had achieved something almost, but not quite, completely failing to be an igloo. Amir huffed.

“Why does it keep collapsing?”

“Because we don’t know what the hell we’re doing?”

Amir chuckled. “Yeah, that could be it.”

“At least it has walls. Sort of.”

“Yeah. Better than nothing, I guess.” Amir unwound his scarf. “I dare this to collapse though.”

Bakura was clearly more invested in the rabbit habitat than he wanted to admit, since he helped Amir carefully lay the scarf back and forth across the top of the structure before unwinding his own add to the project, carefully tucking in the ends to make a solid woollen roof.  

Clearly the correct thing to do at that point was replace Bakura’s missing scarf with his arm and press his lips to Bakura’s temple in silent thanks, so that’s exactly what Amir did. But the life of a scarf is uninteresting, so he only admired their handiwork for a few breaths before resting his head atop of Bakura’s and shifting his weight to get up.

“Alright, let’s go inside before your delicate ass freezes to the ground. Your Gavelbocken can stand guard.”

Bakura chuckled. “Yeah alright, I don’t think there are any vandals to torch it in the yard. C’mon,” he said, crunching the snow underfoot as he stood, “I’ll make us some cocoa.”

Half a hot cocoa later, the door opened to the sounds of the rest of the household and things got a little chaotic for a while. Bakura scrambled to collect shopping bags from Marik and Ryou while Amir settled on the ground to try to distract the bundle of fur and wagging tail that nearly bowled Ryou right over tearing back into the house. He dodged the excited licking as best he could until Ryou handed him a new toy.

“Oh good, everyone gets some new toys. Right, Obi? You want it?” He wangled the toy before flinging it across the room where it was promptly chased down by the dog, who was then promptly chased down by Ryou. “Keh. Cute.”

Marik was accepting a welcoming kiss from Bakura by the time Amir hauled himself back to his feet. “So what did you two get up to while we were out?”

Amir and Bakura shared a look and answered together. “…building.”

They were still howling with laughter at Marik’s annoyed expression when Ryou and Obi wandered back in. Ryou settled himself next to Malik while the dog bolted to the window.

“What did I miss?”

“Our partners are idiots, that’s what.”

“Oh, the usual then. Alright.”

“Hey!”

Clearly the correct thing to do in that moment would be to manhandle Ryou and rough up his hair, so that’s what Amir did. Ryou shrieked with laughter and Amir was considering a suitable punishment for Marik when loud barking filled the kitchen.

Bakura marched over to the window. “What’s your problem, mutt? There’s nothing out – oh, sonuvaBITCH!”

Amir let Ryou go to see that the fuss was about. “What?”

“They’re eating it!”

“Huh?”

Amir got to the window and immediately burst out into loud cackling laughter. “I told you they’d like a better home! I told you!”

Ryou pushed his way through them to the window. “What are we looking at?”

“It was a model of the Gavlebocken. For you.” Bakura’s definitely-not-a-pout was warring with his definitely-not-cute frown, which set Amir off again.

“Oh!” Ryou smiled. “Well, ‘eaten by bunnies’ is certainly a unique way to destroy it. That works. Thank you.”

Bakura accepted the kiss to his cheek with a disgruntled grumble. Clearly, the correct thing to do at that point was to watch the pair of rabbits tear their victim to shreds outside their new home while the chatter of his partners filled the room, so that’s precisely what Amir did.

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@sitabethel I'm your secret santa for @super-secret-conspiracy! :D Apologies for the wait but I was DE.TER.MINED. to get this done smut or no >U

Of course I give you Rustshipping, with all the post holiday vibes (or at least cozy vibes) to enjoy, I hope it's worth the late entry :P

The Christmas gathering had been fun, it was nice to see all the Ishtars together and finally getting to see the faces of loved ones getting their gifts. Ryou had stored the last of the leftover snacks away and started on cleaning the dishes. Kek and Bakhure insisted on cleaning up the garbage and boxes, with Kek saving what wrapping paper to try making next year's ornaments from.

The peace in their home was quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace on the TV broken by Kek and Bakhure’s whispers.

A sign of mischief Ryou was sure, but he pretended not to notice the two conspiring.

He warmed up some more cocoa, hoping they could at least get in one horror christmas movie before the end of the holiday.

Just as he was setting out their matching see/hear/speak no evil snowman mugs, Ryou felt muscled arms wrap around his middle and pull him away from his work. He tilted his head and looked at the smirking face of Bakhure.

“That's your up to no good face.”

“And when do I ever do good?

“That necklace for Isis was a good gift,” Ryou teased, poking Bakhure's nose, “All of them were lovely really, like you snooped their wishlists.”

Bakhure wrinkled his nose, making Ryou smile. “Please, you'll ruin my reputation.”

��Can I make cocoa now? You can smash the candy cane–”

“Oh hell yeah, your surprise can wait a bit longer.”

Bakhure snatched a couple candy canes off the tree to stuff in a sandwich bag. Ryou watched curiously, layering chopped milk chocolate in each mug as the cocoa warmed.

“So you have a surprise for me?”

Bakhure chuckled. “Yep.”

“Is Kek the surprise?”

“Nope.” Bakhure smirked again.

“Hmm… would it be a sexy surprise?”

Bakhure put a finger to his lips. “Be patient, my moon.”

Ryou pouted, but only briefly before turning back to the cocoa. Bakhure set a bowl of crushed candy canes by the cups, kissing Ryou's cheek.

“I'll grab Kek, what movie this time?”

“Santa Slays, please.”

It wasn't long before Ryou had the mugs set on a tray with mugs topped high with fresh whipped cream and peppermint pieces. Kek came out with his gingerbread man onesie, a gift from Malik that year.

Bakhure sulked out in his Santa Klaws onesie, making Ryou beam.

“I told you you'd look fine in that!”

“I kinda wish it was that nutcracker one he mentioned, then I could crack a few puns.”

Kek nudged Bakhure. “You're just mad I got the cute onesie.”

“But he's still cute! Those little wings are adorable!”

Ryou set down the tray to play with the wings on Bakhure's onesie, giving a little tug on the fluffy green and white garland around the hips.

“Either way, you look good in red.”

“You do look attractive in that, aside from the horns blocking your handsome face.” Kek teased.

Bakhure's cheeks grew ruddy, nudging Kek. “Okay okay fine, I'm sexy in red, can we watch the movie?”

“I'm grabbing my onesie f– oh, thank you.”

Kek winked, pushing Ryou's Change of Heart onesie into his arms. “Go change, I’ll make popcorn.”

Ryou quickly got changed, snuggling up to Bakhure on the couch with his see-no-evil mug; making sure to touch wings playfully on Bakhure’s onesie.

Bakhure rolled his eyes but smiled at the contact, sipping at his own mug of cocoa. He’d already put in the movie, remote resting for Kek by the last mug.

Kek brought in the popcorn, filled with red and green m&ms, and tucked himself against Ryou’s other side. He then took the throw folded behind them and tossed it over their laps; a gift from Isis during a year she aimed to make everyone’s gift by hand.

Ryou took the bowl and Kek picked up his speak-no-evil mug, pressing play on the remote before the three settled in for a quiet evening.

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Somehow, whether it was the movie, the cocoa, or the warmth under their blankets, they fell asleep cuddled against each other. Kek woke first, slowly pulling himself up and stretching his back out of habit.

Remembering their plan to surprise Ryou, he slipped out of the blanket and tucked it around Ryou. He watched the pair a moment, smiling at how cute his boys looked curled under the blanket.

“Go get stuff ready, I’m not exactly willing to move yet.” Bakhure mumbled sleepily, having obviously woken from Kek’s movements.

“I’ll get a pillow for you first.” Kek whispered, then picked up the popcorn bowl from the floor to take into the kitchen.

The plan was simple enough; let Ryou sleep in, put on the christmas album Ryou loves quietly and make him the sweetest breakfast imaginable. Bakhure refused to let Kek make what he called ‘dessertfast’ only, so Bakhure promised to also make ‘fake-on bacon’ before he made the real stuff.

Ryou had spent so much time putting together a holiday schedule to both ensure they had time together as well as having fun with the other Ishtars. Kek in particular wanted to thank him, and Bakhure got involved because he saw what Kek was planning and knew he’d need help to avoid a messy kitchen.

Kek set the pillow next to Bakhure, giving them both gentle kisses on the head before heading into the kitchen. He popped Ryou’s CD into the player, turning it down low before pressing play. He hoped the music would cover some of the noise

He’d been ambitious looking into crepes suzette, thinking it was the perfect overly sweet breakfast. But when he saw Bakhure’s face twitch at the flambe part, he decided making buttermilk pancakes and homemade spiced orange syrup worked just as well.

Kek set out the bacon as well, remembering Bakhure saying it cooks best at room temperature.

He started on the syrup, wanting it to be cool enough for use by the time he’d finished pancakes. The kitchen filled with the warm scent of orange and spice, which eventually drew Bakhure into the kitchen with a stifled yawn.

“He’s gonna love this.” Bakhure sighed, rolling his shoulders before preparing to make Kek’s bacon substitute.

“Of course he will, he loves us working together and sweets and breakfast.”

They fell into a quiet rhythm of cooking, Bakhure keeping an eye on the syrup and Kek starting on making the pancakes. Once the syrup was finished, Kek handed Bakhure a jar and strainer to fill with the syrup in case Ryou couldn’t eat it all.

And that was what brought Ryou into consciousness. He woke under the heaping blanket and a pillow from their bed under his head; the soft christmas music of his favourite CD playing quietly over speakers, the smell of orange spice and cinnamon in the air with the only light being from the kitchen.

In his sleepy haze, Ryou thought he was dreaming. A christmas-y dream that he was sure Bakhure would be amused by.

He snuggled deeper under the blanket, only then realizing that there was only the weight of the blanket around him and no warmth of a body on either side. Ryou slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, becoming aware he was in the living room.

They must have fallen asleep watching the movie last night, but where…?

Ryou looked at the kitchen, inhaling the smell of sweet citrus and hearing the quiet whispered voice of Bakhure before hearing him fiddling with their coffee maker.

He swore he could hear sizzling as he got closer, and the smell of oil and batter made him all the more enticed.

Kek looked up when Ryou peeked into the kitchen, grinning as he slid the plate of finished pancakes back into the warmed oven.

“Morning, Bunny.”

“G’morning sleepyhead.”

“Good…morning. When did you guys get up?” Ryou said behind a yawn.

“An hour or so.” Bakhure hummed, giving Kek a nudge with his hip.

“We wanted to surprise you, for making this December not only fun but helping Malik and I forget our birthday traumas for a little.”

“Ohhh…” Ryou cooed, covering his mouth. “You’re both too sweet!”

“Not too sweet for you, of course.” Bakhure shot his fingers at Ryou.

“That’s why you chose both of us.” Kek teased with a wink, flipping the pancake.

“Thank you, this is a wonderful surprise.” Ryou hugged Kek’s middle and snuggled into his side, pulling away only to pull Bakhure into an equally tight hug.

“Anything for you, moonlight.” Bakhure purred, kissing the top of his head.

Ryou tried to insist he help to eat sooner, but Kek shooed him away as Bakhure grabbed a plate to pile with pancakes. He poured the orange syrup over it, sliding over the butter in case Ryou wanted it.

“I want us to eat together.” Ryou pouted, trying to give Bakhure puppy eyes.

“Yeah, but I can’t make my bacon with Kek at the stovetop. So you enjoy the first helping.”

Ryou didn’t fight much on that, praising Kek for making such tasty syrup and soft pancakes. Kek couldn’t hide his smile and Bakhure basked in their happiness. The rest of the morning was more cuddling after stuffing themselves full of bacon and pancakes.

It was the most peaceful moment Ryou could remember, one he ensured to immortalize in a group selfie. Ryou beaming, Kek dozing on his shoulder, and Bakhure giving Kek bunny ears as he grinned.

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i must draw them in every ridiculous always sunny pose i find