#PLEASE BURN YUYA.

[vadymxarsioxska]

Yukako is so pretty in the manga :3

And then there's them.

(dont read the alt notes pls)

i love how much goofy the diu manga is T T.

PLEASE HELP IDKWHAT TO POST ANYMOR-

Actual pic if ya want ^_^

[0honeybones0]

“Wanna hear a joke? Promise it won't be your biography!... Too harsh? Sorry!”

Set to home screen: “Happy Halloween!” 

“The amount of hairspray in my hair would make Vil have a heart attack, Hahaha.”  “ Um… Candy… Oh, I shouldn’t eat too much, I’m gonna get sick and Grim would use it against me when I’m scolding him.” “Walking around all these pumpkins reminds me of home, the original one, everything's the same and yet there's small differences, bumps, imperfections, slashes, just like walking around a forest.” “I have my notebook right here, let’s get some clues!”

Home, after login: “Any new clues of where Yuya could be? No? It 's okay! I believe in you!  

Home, Groovification: LOCKED

Tap 1: “I’m glad the ghost at ramshackled helped me make this costume by founding old drags and dresses around the dorm, they can be such a sweethearts”  Tap 2: “ Malleus! We can not burn the entire place! I know Yuya would be easier to find that way but we would only find a crisp Yuya!... I don’t even wanna hear it, Sebek!” tap 3: “Malleus thought my pig-tails was a tribute to his horns, you should have seen his face when i told him not even a single thing about him crossed my mind when making this costume, Hahaha” Tap 4:  “Everything seems going well tonight, let’s just hope no one does something stupid… where did that come from?”   Tap 5: “I know it’s funny to hear my bells jingle, but please stop shaking me… No. More.”

Tap Home/Groovification: LOCKED

This is for the Pumpkin king event! Made by @cheerleaderman! So late!

Rebecca belongs to the Witches team!

I had so much fun making her costume! but boy! Do i need better time management!

[chibi-taylormoon]

are the boys good cooks?

Yuya: he's average, his mom taught him how to cook certain things and thats what he's good at. Sometimes Yuya likes to be creative, he loves making omlette rice so he can draw pictures with ketchup. He once drew odd-eyes out of ketchup and immediatly wanted to show Yuzu his masterpiece.

Yuto: yes, hes fair when it comes to cooking, Yuto is very neat and organized in the kitchen. when Ruri comes over to his house, he'll make her food and they've even baked together.

Yugo: no, please don't leave him unsupervised in the kitchen. Yugo is a total disaster. He's burned food that he forgets to stir or just gets distracted in general. He once tried to make food for Rin to surprise her and didn't look appetizing at all. Leaves huge messes too.

Yuri: the best cook out of the boys, he can cook breakfast and dinners with elegance. He also likes fresh vegetables he grows in the family garden. He is the most organized in the kitchen, and he does NOT let Yugo anywhere near what hes cooking. Yuya is also banned. Yuri will let Yuto in the kitchen, they cook or bake together no problem

[healeroflightanddark]

Yuya's Ticklish Story, Chapter 18: Scale

Yusho frowned when he saw Yuya playing with the pets later that afternoon. He looked skinnier than normal, not by a lot but it was definitely noticeable. Yusho wondered if his role in the fundraiser had caused him to lose weight. He knew that laughing a lot could burn calories, but he hadn’t thought it would be so much.

“Yuya, come with me,” Yusho said. Yuya looked up, “Huh? Okay!”

Yusho led Yuya to where the scale was. “Here, step on this, you look a bit underweight,” he said. Yuya blinked, but obediently stepped onto the scale. Sure enough, his weight had dropped from 50kg to 45kg. “Just as I thought. All that laughing has made you lose weight. I’ll have your mother make you some food to help you get back to your healthy weight. We wouldn’t want you passing out, now would we?”

He poked Yuya’s ribs and the boy giggled, batting his hands away. “Dahahad! No more tickling for now, please?”

“Yes, we wouldn’t want you to lose too much weight from laughing, now would we?” Yusho chuckled. Yoko passed by, then paused and turned back. “What’s going on with the scale?” she asked.

“Yuya’s lost a bit of weight,” Yusho explained. “He’s down to 45 kilograms. Could you make something for him to eat to help him get back up to 50 kilograms?”

“Oh, definitely!” Yoko said. “I’ll make him a snack to eat while I prepare dinner!”

“Thanks, Mom!” Yuya said happily.

[unfinishedjulyrain]

"Yes. You tend to think 'ah, this is a moment of rest, I can relax a few days and then move on' but it's not really like that. You still focus on your work, just not as much as you usually would and trick your brain. But sometimes, we need to put work, no matter how much we love it, aside and touch it for a while." Yuya loved music, he loved composing. Yet his biggest fear was to burn out and come to detest playing the piano. No, he truly hated the simple image already. "Please, I'd be happy seeing you there."

Indeed, Yuya understood - despite the difference in their professions ( and personalities ) there were many things they had in common. The pianist leaned back, eyes closed as he enjoyed the warm breeze. "Yes, let's go. We both deserve this. - Oh by the way, do you enjoy classical music? I'll make sure to invite you to one of my concerts then."

[chronomally]

I was hoping to see Declan get absolutely clowned on even though I know like narratively the timing would've been way off

[sand-worms]

HI EM HIIIII WAVES AT YOU!!!!! Can I please have prosciutto Rohan and Josuke 4 for the ask game?? Sorry if that's too much 🥺

Yeas you may <3

Prosciutto

-Do I like them: What do you think 🤨

-5 good qualities:

1. He’s genuinely caring despite his colder exterior

2. He seems to be very decisive and doesn’t hesitate much in his actions

3. He’s good at picking up on other people’s strengths and pointing them out

4. This is really hard to do because my favorite hobby is to be mean about him but uh hm he’s got a really cool stand. Certified birthday boy.

5. He’s got really good fashion going for him and his nonbinary swag is off the charts.

-3 bad qualities

1. Doesn’t have any qualms about resorting to violence when it’s not really necessary. I love you king but why are you hitting Pesci. Drop dead.

2. Seems to trust his instinct and go with things bases on a gut feeling rather than any real logical explanation which is debatably a bad trait

3. I could talk shit about him endlessly but instead I will just say the fact that he’s dead is a bad quality

-Favorite episode: what am I supposed to say. He shows up like 4 times. Uhhhhhh we’ll go with the Grateful Dead part 1 because it’s epic as fuck when he shoots Mista in the head. He should’ve secured one fucking W for la squadra.

-otp: :)

-Brotp: him and Pesci obviously. Not that they’re like best friends but there’s obviously a reason that they work well together and I think they get along really well typically. Also really like the thought of him and Formaggio being weird sort of friends when they can stand to be around each other. Idk.

-ot3: I don’t have one. I think that stupid old man would be lucky to find one person willing to put up with his ass romantically, let alone two people.

-notp: propesci and brupro. I can’t stand either ship. Also obligated to say it because I did see it one time if you ship him with Trish I’m coming after you with a brick in my purse. Die. I have also seen pros/Diavolo which like. Man what.

-best quote: I’m not taking this one seriously I’m sorry I’m too lazy to like go find one but I do think the anime should’ve kept in the part where he calls Bucciarati a motherfucker. I think it’s funny.

-head canon: what do I even say here I think I’ve shared like every headcanon I have about this bastard at this point. I think he has a hard time viewing Grateful Dead as an extension of himself. GD exists mostly as a tool for him, to be used when he needs it and he sees no purpose in using his stand for more mundane things.

Rohan

-Do I like them: actually yeah I like Rohan a lot he’s fucking insane and he has beef with a 16 year old for like no reason it’s funny as hell.

-5 good qualities:

1. He’s eccentric as fuck. Like he’s a weird little guy.

2. Seems to be driven by some sort of pursuit of knowledge with the goal of making his art better and more enjoyable through realism I think that’s cool.

3. Genuinely do we see him wear the same thing more than once. I don’t think so. King.

4. Despite the fact that he’s a fucking dick he does seem to have enough sense/care to do the right thing in situations where it really matters ie tracking down Reimi’s killer for the safety of Morioh

5. Stop making me say nice things about Rohan he licked a spider uhhhhhhhhh he does proper hand and wrist stretches before he draws. There.

-3 bad qualities:

1. He’s eccentric as fuck. This is a positive and a negative he contains multitudes idk what to tell you.

2. He’s got beef with a 16 year old for no real reason. As funny as it is can we like. Calm down man.

3. There’s so many bad things you can say about Rohan he sucks so much. Uh. His pursuit of knowledge leads him to doing very very stupid things like buying a mountain.

-Favorite episode: I think the highway star arc :) because it’s right after Josuke burns his house down and their arguing is funny also I love Highway Star and my boy Yuya is there!!!

-otp: I don’t really ship him with anyone! Lame ass loser man.

-brotp: his dynamic with Koichi is really funny. Not much else to say about it.

-ot3: nahhh

-notp: if you ship josuhan get off my blog. I don’t really get shipping him with Jotaro either.

-best quote: I don’t remember the things he says. The part where he says he doesn’t care if his house burns down because it’s imperative he knows how Josuke is cheating at dice. Idk.

-head canon: mmmmmmmmm not really a “headcanon” ig so much as like an opinion but I think he’s kind of similar to Melone, character wise. They’re both highly eccentric and a little intense, and driven by a desire for knowledge, just for different reasons. Idk they’re just like the same type of character to me I can’t really explain it.

Josuke

-do I like them: YES!!!! Josuke is my favorite Jojo right along with Giorno!

-5 good qualities:

1. He’s genuinely such a sweet boy! Like idk he really is just a teenager going about his life and getting up to trouble he just kinda ends up involved in stuff he shouldn’t have to!

2. I love that overall his way of dealing with enemy stand users around town is more or less just to befriend them? It’s really cool and shows how caring he is

3. He cares about his mom 🥺

4. The way he shows kindness to Okuyasu unconditionally like immediately after Okuyasu had tried to kill him??? He’s so GOOD and KIND!!!

5. I love that he doesn’t want to kill anyone like he’s very opposed to it. He wants to solve things peacefully if he can. This is just a reiteration of point 2 idc I’m tired.

-3 bad qualities

1. His avoidance of killing people kind of sometimes ends up with him condemning people to fates arguably worse than death on a whim, ie Angelo and Terenosuke.

2. Kind of has a temper especially in regards to his hair obviously.

3. He burned a man’s house down once because he was cheating at dice but I don’t really fault him for that.

-favorite episode: the Nijimura brothers arc :) Ik it’s super early on but I love them becoming friends idc

-otp: Josuyasu but they’re teenagers so don’t be weird about it please

-brotp: josuyasu again >:)

-ot3: naur

-notp: I already said josuhan. Also Josuke/Jotaro if you ship that die.

-best quote: obviously the thing he says about feeling refreshed like he just put on clean underwear on new year’s. Whyd he say that.

-head canon: personally very attached to the headcanon that he would become a paramedic when he got older! I think it fits him very well. Also he’s nonbinary :)

[yrpreciousmoon]

Morioh Hi-Fi (5/25)

Title: Morioh Hi-Fi (5/25) All Chapters Here Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Pairing: Josuke x Okuyasu; Rohan x Reimi; Koichi x Yukako; more. Rating: T for now Description: In an AU where Part 4 never happened, it seems Stand users are still  drawn to each other.  Rohan Kishibe runs Morioh’s coolest record store,  along with the  world’s okayest employees: Koichi, Yuya, and Okuyasu.  They live happily  in their bubble of obscure music references and  hipster style points  until the fateful day when Josuke Higashikata  enters the picture. AN: Please enjoy the absolutely stunning artwork that Miima created for the fic!!! It is so thematically appropriate for this chapter too!

Track 04 : Spinning

Okuyasu paced up and down the aisle, practically vibrating with excitement as he examined the paper in his hands. “Okay. Okay...” His gruff voice came through the filter of a chewed fingernail. “Right. That makes sense. That makes so much sense!” He finally stopped and looked up at the boy leaning against the brick wall of the store. “Have I told ya you have a way with words?” “You may have mentioned it.” A small smile played on Josuke's lips. “Seriously, man. It's like... it's like poetry sometimes. Is that weird to say?”

“Yes,” remarked Yuya, who was idly flipping through a magazine on the other side of the room.

“Ah shuddup, you of all people know the importance of some pretty words.” Yuya looked up from his reading, considered this for a moment. “Fair.” “Anyway...” Okuyasu returned his attention to Josuke, “What I'm tryin' to say is, I really dig your interpretation, man. It's totally what Bowie was goin' for.” “Yeah?” Josuke shot him another lop-sided grin. “It didn't read too much like a research paper?” An enthusiastic shake of the head. “Nah, bro. Bowie wants you to think about his shit. He wants you to build a fuckin' thesis statement around it.” He reached out and placed a hand on Josuke's shoulder, eyes intense. “Listen, I gotta introduce you to this one friend of mine... He loves 'Ziggy Stardust,' he's obsessed. He'll talk to you about it for hours if you let him, it's like goin' on an acid trip...” “Yeah? Have you ever been on an acid trip?” “No but that's beside the point.” A chuckle. “What is your point?” “Oh, uh...” Okuyasu paused, having momentarily forgotten. “I guess just that... I'm glad you liked it. I was worried I might be leanin' into the foofy stuff a little too hard.” “What?” Josuke tilted his head. “Foofy?” “Like...” Okuyasu tapped his chin. He looked over to Yuya, who was definitely still eavesdropping. Yuya took the cue and shrugged.

“I don't know, man, you always call my sense of style 'foofy,' so I guess it means tasteful and refined.” He pointedly adjusted his black cravat.

Okuyasu clicked his tongue, indicating that there were several other adjectives that came to mind first, though he thought better of using them.

“So you mean 'flowery,' maybe?” Josuke tried, “Err... experimental?”

“Yeah, yeah, you get it! So like, I wasn't sure if I should change directions and go a little more masculine instead. But I'm glad the experimental stuff really did it for ya.”

“I can do masculine too, y'know,” Josuke said with a raised brow, challenging. “Oh yeah?” Okuyasu replied, instantly picking up on his playfully competitive tone. “Okay, then how 'bout I hit you with a one-two punch this week?” He took a boxing stance and Josuke mirrored him without missing a beat. “I'll find ya somethin' more flowery AND somethin' with some big balls.” “Sounds right up my alley,” Josuke said, throwing a pulled punch that Okuyasu easily deflected. “But you're gonna burn through those 'Five Records to Blow My Mind' pretty quick. Are you trying to get rid of me?” “Course not, bro. Just tryin' to sell you some records so Rohan doesn't fire me.” He side-stepped, tried to jab Josuke in the ribs, was too slow.

“Alright, well I can't have you cast out on the streets. Go ahead, show me what you've got.” Josuke tapped his knuckles against the side of Okuyasu's head and was ready to gloat when the other took advantage of the contact, pulled him forward and caught him in a headlock. “Aah! No fair!”

“Yeah, Nijimura always plays dirty,” rang the cool voice from behind them, as Yuya appeared from seemingly nowhere. “Jeeee-zus,” Okuyasu gasped, hopping forward and releasing Josuke. “Toldja not to sneak up on me like that, ya freakin' ninja.” “Oh, get over it. I just wanted to come see which Of Montreal album you're about to recommend.” Okuyasu pursed his lips at this. Yuya flashed a smug grin. “I mean, you were talking about Mikitaka a second ago, right? And experimental music? Not too hard to see where you're going with this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm so predictable, losin' my edge, I get it.” Back to Josuke, he added, “Count Dorkula here is actually right. Of Montreal is my buddy Mikitaka's favorite band... they're this American group. Totally insane. I can't exactly say I get 'em, but you might. Experimental – check. Flowery – check.” He nodded his head in the direction of the 'O's and walked both of the other men over.

Josuke's fingers immediately drifted over the various album covers, exploring the chaotic, 1960s-looking psychedelic scenes. “Hmm... 'The Gay Parade?' ” he read aloud.

“You wish,” replied Okuyasu.

“What's that even supposed to–”

“Look, The Beatles already did 'Yellow Submarine,' you don't need to listen to its little sibling.” Okuyasu dismissed the idea with a wave. Josuke simply nodded, as if this statement made any sense at all to him. “Nah, dude... this is what I was lookin' for...” He pulled out a record featuring what appeared to be several women woven together by the locks of their wild hair. Josuke smiled to himself, and Okuyasu knew exactly what was going though his mind. “Looks kinda like Yukako, right?” snickered Okuyasu, and the stare Josuke gave him let him know that his hunch had been dead on.

“Ah... 'Coquelicot,' ” observed Yuya, oblivious to the synchronicity happening between the other two.

“Eh?” asked Josuke.

“ 'Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies,' ” Okuyasu elaborated, as if this clarified anything. Josuke continued to stare. “Well... technically the full title is 'Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse.' ”

“It's foofy, alright,” Yuya muttered.

“...Man, my English is pretty good, but you may as well be making these words up,” Josuke said, squinting at the album cover.

“Hey, you're the one who's always writin' fancy, big words! Just trust me on this!” Okuyasu blushed fiercely. “I know it sounds weird, but I think you'll get somethin' outta it.”

Josuke shook his head, nudged the other's arm. “C'mon, don't pout... Of course I trust you! You were right about Ziggy Stardust after all.” He snatched the record away to make a point, inspected it some more.

“Hell yeah I was right!” Okuyasu shot a triumphant look over his shoulder at Yuya, who was snickering and retreating. Evidently he'd lost interest in this exercise now that Josuke had agreed to humor Okuyasu's bizarre recommendation. “So here's the thing, Josuke. 'Coquelicot' leans way, way into that weird, like, character stuff. This one's about fairies.”

“Fairies?”

“Yeah. I guess. Look, man, I'm not saying you're gonna like it, but it WILL blow your mind. This is gonna open up a lot of very weird doors for you. A gateway drug. And I'm gonna introduce you to Mikitaka afterwards, and he's gonna take you down the rabbit hole.”

“Uh huh. Okay, you've sold me, now before I change my mind... what's the other one you're sending me home with today?”

“Ahh.” Okuyasu closed his eyes, stood up a little taller. “Now this is a little more up my alley, personally. So if you hate it, don't use those pretty words of yours against me, okay? But I think you'll be into it. ...You better be into it.” He stalked a few rows further down the aisle and quickly plucked out an album with a stark red and black cover.

Josuke leaned in to suss out the writing. “Queens of the Stone Age... This is the album with big balls?”

“The biggest,” Okuyasu confirmed proudly.

“Hm. I think I liked your 'love-making and fucking' analogy better.”

“Yeah, well, this one fucks. It's all sweat and testosterone and muscle cars.”

“You've got a way with words yourself, y'know, Oku.”

The little nickname didn't get past him, and he swelled with the knowledge that Josuke had given it to him. When was the last time he'd gotten a nickname... one that wasn't an insult? “Ah! Flattery won't get you a discount, Josuke...”

“I had to try.”

Okuyasu slapped him hard on the back and, his job as the music guru completed, he promptly started off towards the register. He paused for just a moment to crane his neck and inspect the record that Yuya had picked up in the meantime – letting out an ominous “Hmmm” before continuing on his way. When he finally turned around again, he was struck by the deeply thoughtful look on Josuke's face.

“Um... Everything okay, dude?”

“Yeah.” Josuke shook himself out of it. “I was just thinkin'. I don't have anything to do tonight, so... we could listen to these here, maybe?”

Okuyasu's eyebrows crept up towards his hairline. “Oh? Huh. Yeah, sure! Why not? You're gonna get whiplash listenin' to these two back-to-back though, I'm warnin' ya!”

“We could take a break in-between. You get to take a break, right? We could grab a bite to eat or something. You're buying though, since I'm already pushing it getting these.” He tapped the records in his hand and smiled.

Okuyasu beamed back at him. In truth, he hadn't been too sure if Josuke was really into this budding friendship of theirs but... here he was, specifically asking to spend a couple of hours just hanging out with Okuyasu, shooting the shit about his favorite thing. A cool guy like Josuke – the kind of guy who probably spent most nights crashing parties and wooing the ladies – and he wanted to chill at Dark Pink? Damn. Okuyasu must be doing something right.

“Hey, hang on,” came Yuya's voice, breaking into the thought. “Since when do we get breaks?”

“Since you agreed to cover the store while we go out to eat. Thanks, man!”

Yuya just glared.

.

Ultimately, the two did not take a break, though not for the sake of poor Yuya; instead, they found themselves doing so much laughing and analyzing and waxing philosophical while Coquelicot spun on the turntable that it hardly seemed necessary to discuss it over snacks afterwards. And so with a little bit of coaxing Okuyasu had agreed to put on the second record immediately and ride out this little marathon of theirs.

While the music was infinitely different this time, heavier, the album still evoked the same jokes and back-and-forth-struggling-for-words that the first one had. And likewise remained the quiet, pensive moments where words simply wouldn't do. But that was okay, because somehow just by looking at him, just by being there, Okuyasu knew what Josuke was thinking and yeah, he was totally right. As always.

Sometimes Okuyasu would get especially excited about a particular bassline, grab Josuke's shoulders and tell him to really listen, and though a tiny part of him worried that his new friend might deem this behavior very uncool, he had a feeling Josuke would just get it.

.

At one point near closing time, Rohan had come in to check on something. He stared wordlessly at the two of them splayed out on the floor as he passed. Josuke flashed him a peace sign.

“...Yuya, you can go home early if you want,” Rohan called over his shoulder, “Since apparently Josuke works here now.”

Yuya slammed down the magazine he was perusing. “Yeah – really? That sounds good to me!” He grabbed his jacket and then raced from the store before anyone could argue. “Smell ya later, assholes!” he hollered from the front steps.

Frozen mid-air guitar and still on his back, Okuyasu tipped his head as far back as it would go to catch a glimpse of his boss. “Hey Rohan, umm... you're not mad at us for doin' this or nothin', right?” he called.

Rohan stepped back into the room to study them again. Arms crossed, hip leaning hard into the door frame, he raised a brow and took a long while to reply. “Nah. You two are mostly harmless. Frankly the least of my worries at the moment. But you have to actually do your job if anyone comes in.”

“I have been!” Okuyasu replied, “Honest! And anyway I'm just helpin' a customer here with his purchase.”

Josuke punctuated the statement with a smile and wave.

“Yeah, yeah. Don't forget to lock up.” Rohan disappeared into the office again for a few seconds, returning with a small portfolio that Okuyasu suspected held some unfinished drawings. Rohan rarely let Okuyasu peek at his artwork, and even more rarely appreciated his clumsy feedback about it, but there was no harm in asking, right?

“Hey, whatcha got–”

“If anything gets broken or stolen,” Rohan interrupted, “it's coming out of your paycheck. And Josuke will owe me another round.”

Josuke laughed. “We'll see about that.”

Okuyasu sat up slowly, watching his employer cross the floor to the exit. “Uh. Yeah, sure, man, you got it,” he called, and received only a flick of the wrist as both a reply and farewell. As Rohan vanished into the stairwell, Okuyasu looked over at Josuke. “...You guys went out drinkin' together?” He wasn't sure if he loved this idea or hated it.

Josuke avoided his eyes, suddenly something tense in his expression that Oku couldn't quite put his finger on. “Oh, yeah. We ran into each other the other night. I was sayin' hi to Koichi and Rohan showed up.”

“Oh.” Somehow, that was enough put Okuyasu's mind at ease. “That makes sense. Cool.” He hugged his knees to his chest and turned to look at the turntable that was still diligently spinning. The music quieted, dissolved into some indistinct chatter that indicated a change in songs. “Ooh, hey Josuke, pay attention to this one, okay?”

He closed his eyes, indicating that Josuke should do the same. And then he surrendered to it, the slow and sultry bassline washing over him, followed in short order by the drums and a ferocious guitar melody. When the surprisingly gentle vocals came in, he let out a breath that he'd been holding in. Yoga and meditation had nothing on this.

“You know...” Josuke said quietly from behind him, “I get what you meant earlier when you called this music 'masculine', but – it's really more than that, isn't it?”

“Mm?”

“It's like...” Okuyasu heard the other boy sit up, felt him lean his weight against Oku's back. “...There's a lot of energy. Raw energy. Pent up frustration. Pain. And... strength. It sounds like someone who's been knocked down again and again, but who always gets up and keeps fighting.”

“Yeah...” Oku turned this description over in his mind. “Yeah, dude!"

A moment passed, and Okuyasu could tell Josuke was debating if he should say what he was thinking. “It's just interesting that you said you... identify with it.” Okuyasu felt him shift again. “I mean... Do you feel like–” He paused, let the aggressive music fill the space around them, “–this?”

Okuyasu let his chin rest on his knees. “Sometimes, I guess,” he mumbled.

Josuke hummed softly. Okuyasu had a feeling the other boy knew there was more to it than that, but he didn't press. Instead he said, “You're a pretty cool person. You know that, right, Oku?”

But Okuyasu didn't reply; didn't want to say 'not really' and then get lectured about it. He'd been there enough times with Koichi to know better. So instead the two of them simply sat there together until long after the music had ended and the turntable clicked into its infinite, silent spiral along the inside of the record.

[s0lar-nexus]

Yuya in your doll au please!

ok so i was pretty excited to do this one uwu

basically the point where things REALLY differ from the original plot (i changed i few things there but not that much) is when roget opens the big green portal

yuya and yuzu are sucked in and instead of going to one of the 4 dimensions they go to a new dimension where they accidentally trespass into the workspace of a goddess.

they have to pay up or suffer the consequences so yuzu has to give away her bracelet and yuya has to give up his pendulum and goggles

however this only pays for 1 of them so yuya is turned into a living doll and is sold off

they people who buy him is actually a group of spider demons all in charge of this weird museum type thing, they are competing against a ton of other teams who all have their own buildings with different items and different demons in charge

 yuya has no memories of before he was a doll and works with the spider demons

ok so thats gist of the au so here are some fun facts about it

- the dolls are not made of any kind of plastic or glass known to any other dimension

-the dolls can melt, shatter, burn and cant be left in the sun to long or they will suffer miss-coloring all of these can be fixed but it takes a really long time and is very annoying to deal with

-yuya is not the only one to become a doll, other characters who become dolls as of the current state of the au is: yuto, yuri, yugo, rin, shun and ruri

-the above statement is subject to change

-each demon in this au is going to have their own personality and design

[cipher-wise]

Whumptober 2020 Masterpost

Still can’t believe that I’ve actually did all 31 days of Whumptober but here we are! Here’s all of my works compiled!!! ;)

Day 1. Let’s Hang Out Sometime

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuzu Hiiragi, Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Hanging, Death, Insects

Day 2. In The Hands Of The Enemy

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Collars, Chains, Kidnapping

Day 3. My Way Or The Highway

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki, Joeri

Day 4. Running Out Of Time

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (Rage and Regret AU) / Ruri Kurosaki, Shun Kurosaki

Day 5. Where Do You Think You’re Going?

Tales of Arcadia, 3Below / Krel Tarron

Day 6. Please….

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 7. I’ve Got You

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki, Battle Beast

Day 8. Where Did Everybody Go?

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 9. For The Greater Good

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuzu Hiiragi, Yuya Sakaki

Day 10. They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

Ben 10 Omniverse / Ben Tennyson

Warnings: Blood, Injury

Day 11. Psych 101

Tangled / Cassandra, Zhan Tiri

Day 12. I Think I’ve Broken Something

Over the Garden Wall / Wirt

Day 13. Breath In Breath Out

Static Shock / Virgil Hawkins

Day 14. Is Something Burning?

Blue Exorcist / Rin Okumura

Warnings: Fire

Day 15. Into The Unknown

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Warnings: Eyestrain

Day 16. (Alt. 6) Altered States

Yu-Gi-Oh! DM / Atem

Day 17. I Did Not See That Coming

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V (Rage and Regret AU) / Yuya Sakaki, Yoko Sakaki

Warnings: Blood

Day 18. Panic! At The Disco

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 19. Broken Hearts

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Yuya Sakaki

Day 20. Toto, I Have A feeling We’re Not In Kansas Anymore

Coraline / Coraline Jones

Day 21. I Don’t Feel So Well

Danny Phantom / Danny Fenton

Day 22. Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?

Danny Phantom / Danny Fenton

Warnings: Blood, Implied Poison

Day 23. What’s A Whumpee Gotta Do To Get Some Sleep Around Here?

Kingdom Hearts, Dream Drop Distance / Sora

Day 24. You’re Not Making Any Sense

Voltron Legendary Defenders / Lance McClain

Day 25. I Think I’ll Just Collapse Right Here, Thanks

Generator Rex / Breach

Day 26. If You Thought The Head Trauma Was Bad…

Kekkai Sensen / Leonardo Watch

Day 27. Okay, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?

Teen Titans / Terra

Day 28. Such Wow. Many Normal. Very Oops.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V / Ute 

Warnings: Implied Genocide

Day 29. (Alt. 2) Falling

Miraculous Ladybug / Chat Blanc

Day 30. (Alt. 14) Shot

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (Linked Universe AU) / Link (Wild)

Day 31. (Alt. 12) Water

Miraculous Ladybug / Ladybug

Previews under the cut!!! Look at your own discretion!!!

[cardrisen]

Shipping Info // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

Fruitshipping for Yuzu, Apple for Rin, Genesis for Ray, Fallenangel for Ruri, Valentine for Asuka, Showtime for Yusho and Yoko, Seashine for Eria (with Performage Trapeze Magician), and Angelmaker for Aoi.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

All the fluff! <3 I usually will do everything up the actual nsfw, but not the nsfw itself. I love developing relationships, be they famlial or platonic or romantic, and if I’m ever uncomfortable with where a plot’s going I’ll say so. Though for the most part I usually do enjoy softer things where the muses can get to know each other.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

For under 18 muses, nothing more than about 3-4 years difference, for 18 and up I’m okay with 6-8ish. Nothing more than ten and even then I’m wary and not so inclined to agree.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Yes. I’ve been rp’ing for over 17 years and I’ve been burned every which way imagineable. Even without that, I’ve found myself just not as into romantic shipping as I used to be outside of with close friends I can trust and it’s super easy to talk to about things, so it’s definitely not on anyone else and more on me. I’ve just taken more to wanting to develop my muses as my muses than I am my muses in relationships - And while their romantic partners and spouses play a huge part in their lives and get talked about... It’s not the only thing going for them.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:

Are clothes coming off? If there touching going into inappropriate areas? Would you think “I don’t want to be seen in public like this”? It’s nsfw.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

@animatrophy is the sweet Trapeze Magician to my Water Charmer <3 @duelrisen​ is my wonderful Yuya, Yuto, Yugo, Manjoume, Zarc, amd Yusaku and they both know my girls would be lost without their boys/best friends, even if the girls ever try to deny it. XD

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Definitely, please do! My muses are usually naturally friendly and just because they’re not bitting someone’s head off doesnt mean they’re into them - It just means they’re being friendly and supportive. i mean, I’m not super into romantic ships these days outside of close friends but that doesn’t mean too we can’t work out a family relationship, or a friendship - Ships don’t have to be all about romance, y’all! <3

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

Not often as far as romantic stuff goes.I’m content in the ships I have and if one forms, then it takes a long time to form - But it’s not often going to be with someone I don’t have a lot of trust in and can communicate with as a mun, too. My current ship partners are really close friends because it’s easy to talk and plot with them on top of things being built up across years and I like that?? It gives the ship between the muses a more solid and special feel too, so... I’m pretty cool with this being a ‘not often’.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

More or less. I don’t make my blogs to go right into ships or focus on them; I talked out the ships I have now with Gore and Kasa prior to making my blogs, but even then it’s still something we took the time to let the muses grow into rather than slamming them into a ship right away and I kindda prefer that. My muse’s ship partners hold a lot of influence over them and they talk about their partners just like they would anyone else close to them, but they have their own lives and their own goals they’re focused on even more. Aoi can talk about Yusaku for an hour, she’s still going to eventually drift back to talking about work, dueling, this new pasta shop down the street... There’s more to life than romance. Way more.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Only in the sense that I have multiple muses with their own ships, but in general, nope. Each muse is totally single ship. In recent years, I’ve found myself far happier giving both my and my muses’s all to a single ship partner and found that the bond it produces is something far more rounded out and sweeter than trying to maintain a dozen ships at once - Not to mention I rather liking giving my all to my partners. It being with friends just makes it all the sweeter, too. <3 A couple of my other blogs are still multiship? But even there I’ve toned that way down over the years.

WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

...Pretty much see the first question. XD I’m not super into shipping as a whole as far as romances go and I tend to see other ships as family or really good friendships, but I have nothing against anyone who sees them as ships, either. I just... Ship what I have here for the most part. XD

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Talk to me. Befriend me. As I previously mentioned, I’m not too fond of romantic shipping outside of friends due to being burned and needing forever in a day to work things out - If I can’t feel comfortable talking to you ooc, it’s probably gonna be a no even if I wasn’t singleship. XD I’m a very anxious Pom and I like to know my ship partners, and I especially like shipping with someone who gets into it as much as I do, which is... A lot. XD It’s nothing on anyone else and all on me, but I’ve gotta know I can trust you and talk to you ooc before I can get down with a romantic ship. Family? Friendship? Hateship? Rivalry? Hit me anytime. XD I just like to know I can talk to someone ooc for this. XD

Tagged by: Stole this from one of Kasa’s old af blogs looking for something else and I’m not sorry <3

Tagging:Grab away!

[entamewitchlulu]

oh my god there was only one bed for pendulumshipping? maybe theyre staying at a hotel and there was a miscommunication and yuya's too nice to let reiji say that its a miscommunication because the staff are already way too overworked and do not deserve to have to deal with that

i need you to know that i owe you my life

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“I’m so, so sorry, Mr. Akaba,” the harried receptionist said, actually getting up and bowing to him several times.  “I cannot imagine what could have gone wrong.  Please don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is fixed, right away.”

“It’s fine,” Reiji said.  “Please take your time.”

It actually wasn’t fine — Reiji was dead on his feet from no less than three meetings and two press conferences in a single day, not including his exhibition duel with Yuya just a few hours ago.  All he had wanted was to get into a hotel room, fall face first onto the bed, and stay unconscious until at least noon tomorrow.

Unfortunately, it appeared that there was some bug in the system, and his reservation had mysteriously disappeared — while the hotel was all but full of the dueltainment convention attendees.  At this point, Reiji would have taken a cot in the hallway if it could get him off of his feet and into blessed unconsciousness.

He shifted back onto one foot, leaning on the handle of his rolling suitcase.  The receptionist’s furiously clacking keys were just annoying enough to keep him awake, and on edge.  The last thing he wanted was to blame the poor receptionist for this mix up, but he was draining his patience quickly.  Were there any hotels near here that he might book instead?

“Oh, Reiji!  I didn’t know you were at this hotel too!”

Reiji blinked from the edge of passing out, turning his head towards the voice.  It was Yuya, of course — he’d recognized his voice immediately.  Yuya hurried over to him, and immediately paused, looking him up and down.

“You look like someone beat you up,” he said, rather bluntly.

It was enough to draw a small, tired laugh from Reiji’s throat.

“Perhaps someone did,” he said.  “You booked a room here?  I thought you’d go straight home.”

“I thought I would too, but I got caught up with some of the other duelists after the exhibition matches, knew I’d miss the trains.  Managed to snag a room here.���

He glanced at the pale faced, furiously typing receptionist, and then at Reiji’s tired face.  He frowned.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no,” Reiji said, waving a hand.  “There was, perhaps, a miscommunication of some kind...or a bug in the system.  At any rate, it seems my reservation may have not gone through.”

He blinked a few times to try to keep himself awake, steeling himself for another walk to see if another hotel might have a spot — at this point, he was only causing a stir.

“I suppose I may have to see if anywhere else has an opening for the night — I don’t want to cause any further distress here.”

“What?  Looking like that?” Yuya said, looking him up and down again.  “You’ll pass out before you take one step out the door.”

“There are few options,” Reiji started, but Yuya had already wrapped an arm about his elbow and turned towards the receptionist.

“Can you just add him to my room?  It’s 304.  I’ve got the key and my ID here if you need to check it.”

Reiji attempted to protest — or at least, he thought he did, but what came out may have been little more than a mumble, as even in his exhaustion he was suddenly hyper aware of Yuya’s arm hooked into his.  The receptionist looked uncertain, glancing between the two of them, and asked Reiji something that he didn’t process.

“It’s fine!  We’re friends — you probably saw the duel, right?  Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Reiji tried to stir himself, but he found himself accepting the second room key from the receptionist, and nodding vaguely when he bowed again and insisted that Reiji would get a refund or some form of compensation for this inconvenience, and then Yuya was taking Reiji’s suitcase with one hand and steering him towards the elevator with the other.

“Yuya,” Reiji said.  “You don’t...”

“Oh, hush,” Yuya said, keying in for floor three.  “Look at you — you’re going to keel over.  You need to sleep.”

Reiji was tired.  Tired enough that it wasn’t until Yuya unlocked the room and led them inside that it occurred to him that Yuya had planned on staying at this hotel alone.  And that he had just invited Reiji into a room that had only one bed.

Yuya steered him straight towards the single bed, turning him around and making him sit down.

“You need some serious shut eye,” he said.

“Yuya,” Reiji said.  “I cannot take your bed.”

Yuya blinked at him.  They hadn’t turned the lights on, so Reiji couldn’t be sure, but...was Yuya blushing?  Reiji wasn’t so tired that his mind wasn’t starting to work overtime about the entire situation — being so close to him — being in the same room as him — thoughts about him that Reiji had spent months upon months trying to suppress, trying to hide.  

Yuya would never think of me like that, he’d always told himself.  It will not do to strain our professional relationship with unnecessary feelings.

But Yuya’s hands were still on his shoulders, and they were warm, and they were both staring at each other in the dark of a hotel room with only one bed.

Yuya cleared his throat.

“It’s fine,” he said.  “I think I could fit on the couch.  You clearly look like you need the rest more than me.”

Reiji’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly — had some part of him hoped...? No, no, but that was foolish.  He had to remember to keep his thoughts in check, even if he was tired.  But...

“That ‘couch’ is a loveseat,” Reiji argued.  “You’d have to curl up to fit.”

“It’s okay!”

“No, it’s not.”

“Well if I can’t fit on the couch, you definitely can’t.”

“Then I will sleep on the floor.  Or request a cot.”

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor!  If you’re gonna be like this, then we’ll just both use bed!”

The words hung for a moment between them.  Even in the dark, it was obvious that Yuya’s cheeks burned — and if the heat in Reiji’s face was any indication, so were his.  For what felt like minutes, but was perhaps only seconds, they only sat in the echoing words.  Reiji didn’t know where to direct his thoughts or where to try to suppress them anymore.  The bed was certainly large enough for both of them but...but they would be very close...

Yuya coughed, clearing his throat.

“Fine,” he said.  “That settles it.”

He turned on his heel and headed into the bathroom.  Reiji watched him disappear.  After a few moments, still thinking about it — wondering if Yuya was simply trying to get him to pass out before crunching on the couch — he couldn’t last any longer.  He didn’t even change out of his clothes, slipping off his shoes and dropping his scarf to the floor before sliding beneath the covers.

He was nearly asleep when he heard the door open again.  Yuya stepped softly across the carpet, and Reiji was about ready to try to call him out on sneaking over to the couch when he got the sensation that Yuya was standing very near him.  He heard Yuya’s soft breaths above him, heard the carpet squish beneath his feet.  Then Reiji heard him walking around the bed, felt the covers shift as Yuya carefully slid himself into bed next to him.  The mattress sunk slightly under his weight, close enough that Reiji felt his body lean towards him ever so slightly.

Reiji was starting to regret having gotten into bed facing away from the bathroom — if he opened his eyes, he’d be looking right at Yuya.  Was Yuya facing away from him, laying as close to the edge of the bed as possible?  If he managed to crack open his exhausted eyes, would he see Yuya’s face instead?  Reiji wasn’t sure which he hoped for.

He was so tired.   Too tired to think about it.  He felt himself drifting down, down, down.

At the very, very edge of sleep, he felt something touch his hand.  Not enough to wake him — almost...tentative.  He felt a hand, fingers, gently touching the back of his.  Yuya’s fingers were cool, and nervous, shying back when Reiji sighed a little too heavily.  Reiji tried to slow his breathing.

He was nearly asleep again when he felt Yuya gently touch his hand again — this time, Reiji was certain of it.  

He knew that if he opened his eyes, Yuya would be facing him.  Perhaps in the morning, this would seem like nothing more than a dream.  Maybe it was.  Maybe they would both never speak of it again.  

But for one night.  Just one night...Reiji let his hand relax, and when Yuya’s fingers slid gently between his, he gently squeezed his own fingers back.  For one night, at least, he could believe that maybe...just maybe...he’d never needed to be worried at all.

[twinsky]

i keep forgetting to post my fics to tumblr but w.e. here have some soft platonic jubileeshipping courtesy of my brain having only sora.png on it

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Title: A moment like a shooting star.

Summary: Beautiful, if not ephemeral and fleeting, but you hold onto the memory of it all the stronger even so.

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Sora has pretty long hair, now that Yuzu's looking at it, long enough to braid even.

Word count: 1.5k+

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"Hey," Yuzu says, and both Sora and Yuya look up from their duel to find her watching Sora, head tilted with her textbook closed and her pen lying forgotten on the table homework he and Yuya have already been ignoring now completely put aside, "your hair is pretty long you know."

Sora blinks, raising one hand to his ponytail like he'd forgotten it was there, it was a quick part of his morning, he didn’t think of his hair often. "I guess?" He replies, it had been awhile since he'd last cut it so it was long even for the usual just past shoulder length it was normally kept at.

"It's nice." She hums, standing up from the table to walk over, shooing his hand away so she can grasp it herself, wrapping fingers carefully around the band so she can pull it off. It falls down in a soft cascade of layers, framing his face and falling to rest just at the bottom of his shoulder blades.

"Hey!" He snaps, whipping his head around as he pushes the chair back from the table to try to grab it but Yuzu has already stepped away, hands hidden behind her back as she grins.

"What? I've never seen it down before, you look cute." She says with a still impish grin leaning forward just enough to ruffle his hair.

His cheeks heat, a warmth radiating from them that makes him want to hide his face behind his hands until it all goes away, shaking his head pitifully.

Why is this happening?

"You know you're right." Yuya agrees and when Sora turns to face him he's gotten up as well, hands braced against the edge of the table as he leans forward across the it like he's seconds away from climbing over just to get closer.

"Yuya are you kidding me?" Yuzu scolds, one hand coming to rest at her hip as she gives Yuya a dry look. "You're telling me you live with him and you've never noticed?"

Suddenly there is a hand on his shoulder and Sora looks up with a start to see Yuya there, a pout firmly on his face. When did he move?

"Yuzu..." Yuya whines, "Sora gets up so early, he's always ready by the time I get up." He defends as his eyes light up in remembrance. " He does usually tie it in a low ponytail to sleep though."

Yuzu's eyes sparkle like she's trying to imagine it and it's coming out magical before her gaze turns back to him, her expression terrifyingly expectant.

"What?" He asks, the word coming out with less bite than he'd like.

Yuzu's expression does not falter, hands coming together to a clasp right below her chin. "Yuya make sure he doesn't escape." She says solemnly before she darts out of the living room and up the stairs.

There are hands clapped around his shoulders before he can even process the words and he sighs, defeated, resigned to whatever madness Yuzu has come up with. It is always easier to go along with her plans then it is to attempt to dissuade her. Once her mind is set Yuzu is as stubborn as the lot of them, metaphorical heels dug into the sand refusing to budge even an inch.

"It really is nice." Yuya comments idly, having removed his hands from Sora's shoulders once he realised Sora wasn't going to try to escape. instead they rise now to card through his hair, gentle motions as he runs his hands down through it, grasping locks with precious care and smoothing out the stray hairs from Yuzu's earlier ruffling.

His shoulders relax without meaning to, a pleased sigh leaving his lips even as his face burns from the embarrassment. How does something so absolutely embarrassing feel so nice? How is that fair? And yet the motions continue and Sora doesn't have even the slightest will to tell Yuya to stop no matter how silly or childish this must look.

Instead his eyes close, lulled by the soothing repetitive motions and the soft hum that Yuya has begun to do as he continues his idle actions.

His shoulders slump further as he slides just slightly down the seat, mind hazy and content.

This is nice.

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Sora blinks awake to even more hands in his hair and steady gentle movements. Still half asleep the rhythmic motion of it is nice, and the familiar voices filtering in through his groggy mind make it hard for alarm to form. He knows he is safe if they’re around, he trusts them with at least that much.

“Don’t tug too hard you’ll wake him up.” One of them… Yuzu? Yuzu, says, half laughing.

“If he didn’t wake up while you were brushing it I think we’re fine now.” Yuya replies, voice slow like he’s concentrating on something else.

… Brushing his hair though? Just what are they doing.

“What! I was being super gentle, it’s not my fault it got caught at the end.”

“Wh’t are you two doin’?” He mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep. “How long was I sleeping f’r?”

“You woke him up.” Yuzu says instead of answering, and he can picture the faux disappointed frown in her expression clearly from her tone.

“Me? You’re the one who was yelling.”

“Guys….” He says, shifting to get up before two hands clamp on his shoulders, startling him as they force him back down.

“Sora don’t move!”

“We’re braiding your hair, sit still.” Yuya says, turning Sora’s head back forward when he tries to tilt it back to look at them. “And you we’re only asleep for like, fifteen minutes max.”

“… Why?” He asks, but allows them the movement, keeping his head forward as they continue.

“Why not!” They reply in cheerful unison, as one of them tugs a bit too rough on one of his strands. He winces slightly but otherwise remains still, swinging his legs back and forth.

He doesn’t really have an answer for that, he muses. Sora has never experienced something like this, his mother was anything but gentle and the extent of care Sora extended to his own self usually amounted to remembering to wash his hair twice a week. The ponytail was convenient, it kept his hair out of his face since he didn’t particularly like keeping it short even if the hassle sometimes made him doubt –but this was different.

It was worth the length, the hassle, for the warmth in his breast, the steady beating of his heart. Even if he felt a bit silly for it.

For a brief embarrassing moment Sora wants for the moment to never end. Because there is nothing happening right now, nothing at all. And yet Sora is filled with a contentedness he cannot explain, and does not want to let go of.

“Are you guys almost done?” He asks, trying to inject annoyance in his tone, if for posterity’s sake only, and failing miserably.

“Almost.” Yuzu replies through a laugh, statement punctuated by another sharp tug that pulls his head back.

“Well I’m done!” Yuya says, the grin clear in his voice.

“That’s because yours isn’t as nice as mine.” Yuzu sniffs, another forceful tug accompanying the words, and despite the minor pain he laughs at her indignance. Laughing harder when Yuzu huffs and Yuya squawks his disagreement.

“Mine looks perfectly fine! Ayu always likes it when I braid her hair!”

“Ayu is a little girl sparing your innocent heart.” Yuzu replies primly as she clicks her tongue. “There, now I’m done. See how much better it looks?”

“They look the same.” Yuya replies and Yuzu huffs, brushing the two braids forward so they rest over his shoulders, two near identical braids each tied with a soft pastel pink tie.

“They do look the same…” He replies, hands raising to hold them, lifting them up and inspecting them. He probably looks stupid like this, and yet there is a smile growing on his face, pulling at his cheeks until they hurt.

He blinks, looking up to find them standing in front of him, a grin on Yuya’s face as Yuzu holds a hand to her cheek. “Well if you like it, then I guess it’s fine.” She hums, reaching a hand out to brush his bangs. “It really does look nice, you should do it more often.”

“… I don’t know how to braid hair.”

Yuzu gasps, mockingly surprised as Yuya sways, leaning against Yuzu for support.

“This simply will not stand!” He exclaims, grasping Sora’s hands and lifting him up, presenting the seat to Yuzu as she removes the bands from her own hair, each side falling gracefully down as she sits. “Yuzu here will be our dear model, and I your teacher once again.” He recites like a crier on the streets announcing the days news.

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, but moves to stand beside him and listens as Yuya grabs the brush, parting Yuzu’s hair down the middle and offering one half to him, slowly reciting the steps as he does them.

He follows along and as he gets the hang of it the conversation drifts to other topics and Sora lets them talk as he focuses on his own actions, stopping and restarting more often then he’d like.

But even so, in the steady quiet of this moment, soft words and even softer laughter. He finds it impossible to feel anything but happy. To enjoy the steady joy of doing absolutely nothing with people you love.

[healeroflightanddark]

Family Bonds, Chapter 18: Pleading

Thanks to the generous gifts that Zarc’s fans had given him for the kiddos, the asparagus-haired man had a nice little stroller that fit all four boys perfectly. Which made going out with them relatively simple. Apart from the many fans who liked to approach the family, and the many challengers who wanted a duel from Zarc. Fortunately the fans that came up to Zarc weren’t the crazy kind who wanted to clone him or anything, and the challengers realized that a duel wouldn’t be feasible while Zarc had the toddlers out and accepted his offers to duel later at the Crystal Agency.

But alas, not all the people who approached Zarc were so welcome. In fact, Zarc received a blast from the past one day when he was taking his toddlers to the Crystal Agency on-site park to play. He was adjusting the shade visor on their stroller to make sure Yuri and Yuya were well covered, since redheads like them burned very easily (yes, Zarc considered Yuri’s pink hair to qualify him as a redhead, since pink was, after all, a shade of light red), when suddenly he heard a voice that made him cringe behind him.

“Zarc!” It was his old boss, looking rather distressed. Zarc would be lying if he said that his old boss’s distress wasn’t enjoyable to him. After all the mistreatment Zarc’d suffered under him, and all the cruel and hateful things he’d said about the little ones, the distress on his face was quite satisfying.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly. His old boss rushed to him and started pleading, “You gotta come back to the agency! Ever since you left, we haven’t been getting very many duel contracts, and if we don’t start getting more, the agency will go bankrupt! You were the most popular duelist we had, and when word got out that you’d switched agencies, more than three-quarters of the contracts we had were canceled! It turns out most of the people who wanted to work with us only wanted to do so if you were there!”

“Well, too bad!” Zarc replied. “I’m very happy with my current agency! I make way more money, the place is cleaner, and there’s an on-site daycare so I can drop my kids off and still be around if they need something.”

“We’ll build a daycare in one of the old rooms! We’ll clean up the building! We’ll pay you more! Please, Zarc! Come back to the agency!” the old boss begged.

“Do you really think you can afford to do all that if you’re nearing bankruptcy?” Zarc asked, raising an eyebrow. The old boss stammered, then said, “W-well, if you come back, the contracts will come pouring in again, and then we’ll be able to afford it all!”

“Except for the fact that, even if I was willing to come back, I wouldn’t do so until after there was an on-site daycare and the place was cleaned up,” Zarc pointed out. “I’m not willing to be separated from my young children, and there’s absolutely no way I’d let them be in such a filthy building again! But even if you did do all that, I still wouldn’t come back. I’ve got an agency that I’m happy with, and I was never happy back at yours. Plus, you were simply awful to me and my little ones! There’s no way I’d ever return!”

“Please, Zarc!” his old boss literally threw himself at Zarc’s feet. “The agency has been in my family for five generations! My great-great-grandfather founded it! You wouldn’t let five generations of hard work be destroyed, would you?”

“Oh, please, you did that yourself!” Zarc scoffed. “Seriously, you’ve been driving the agency into the ground ever since you inherited it! You never put in any work of your own! You were always relying on me to keep it afloat, and you couldn’t even be bothered to do anything to make me feel like my efforts were appreciated! In fact, you seemed to be actively trying to make me feel like I wasn’t wanted! Sorry not sorry, my final answer is no. Don’t try to ask me again.”

And with that, he continued on his way with his little ones and his dragons, leaving his old boss to his despair.

[lazella]

Oooooo, what about a story about the avengers telling all their wacky adventures and the go characters tell theirs or a story about everyone doing trauma competitions. (Like don't is saying how he was captured and kidnapped and Yugi is like i lost a card game and my soul was trapped in a rock. Then they just keep going trying to out bet each other.)

So it probably turned out more angsty than you hope but I had a ton of�� fun writing this one out!

Trauma Conga Line

Natasha wandered through the kitchen during a late night.She had a hard time sleeping, a rarity nowadays but they still happened, so shedid a quick workout then went for a snack. She was surprised to see Tonyalready in the kitchen seemingly having a staring contest with his drink.Natasha quickly put some facts together and asked,

“So what happened to the boys?”

“What makes you think something happened?” Tony replied notbreaking eye contact with his drink.

“You are having alcohol in the middle of the night and yourdad instincts have been in full force all evening.” Natasha explained, “So whathappened.”

Tony sighed, “You know that scouting mission that we didtoday?”

“That somehow ended up with you returning with cuts onYusei’s head, burns on Yugi’s hands, a black eye on Yusaku, Yuya constantlyflipping through his four personalities, Yuma with a nearly broken arm, andJudai looking like he foresaw his death? Yes that mission that you didn’t tellus what happened and sent each kid into his room then went for the alcohol.”Natasha frowned while holding back a lot of sass. “So yes…if you couldelaborate now please.”

“There were smugglers there like the report said…but theywere smuggling Vibrainium. And they wanted to go down with a fight. Things gotugly fast. We were trying to get Yuya and Yuma to safety but then a grenadewent off…Yuma was limp on the ground…” Tony went ash white, “Then……Judai…hejust...snapped.”

“Snapped?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“He was in shock…then his went eerily calm…then his eyesturn gold.” Tony downed his drink, “His eyes turned a flat gold color then hesnapped a smuggler’s neck with barely any effort. I don’t think the Power Stoneactivated at all. But then he started stabbing the already dead body. Yugi andYusei tried to pull him off but I think Judai let off this black fire to blowthem off then went after the other smugglers. He only stopped when Yusaku usedthe Mind Stone to snap him out of it.”

“And what happened after that?” Natasha asked.

“They….They laughed!” Tony started laughing himself, “Theyjust talked talking to each other then they were making jokes and laughing!Like what had just happened was an everyday thing for them!”

Natasha frowned, that did seem rather odd. They were allrather young kids so the fact that being ambushed and nearly being killeddidn’t faze them was slightly concerning. Especially to the point that theywere laughing it off.

“Think something happened to them that near-deathexperiences don’t faze them anymore?” Natasha asked.

“Well…Yugi admitted to being put in life and deathsituations frequently.” Tony started listed off, “I also have Yuya frequentlyvisiting a therapist cause I think he, or one of the kids in his head, mighthave been a child soldier. And Yusaku has PTSD. But that’s only vaguebackstories for about half of them.” He pour another drink and downed it,“They’re kids Natasha…this shouldn’t be normal for them.”

“We’re not…exactly kids…”

Both Natasha and Tony jumped at hearing Judai’s voice. Theyoung man stood at the base of the stairs looking very nervous.

“Sorry if for the…scare today Tony…” He sheepishly rubbedhis head, “I haven’t gone Haou in some time.”

“Haou?” Natasha raised her eyebrow.

“It’s a remnant of my…past life…Yeah reincarnation was afactor here…” Judai explained at seeing the confused faces, “I think Ioriginally lived sometime in the Roman Empire. I was supposed to inherit akingdom and tremendous magical power but things…didn’t go exactly as planned.Even me getting my powers back in this life really wasn’t the best way to goabout it in hindsight.” Judai sat at the table joining them and continued,“Some maniacs wanted to reawaken me and one had the bright idea of sacrificingmy friends for that…” Judai sighed, “Let’s just say…he got his wish when my‘other side’ woke up and killed him.”

Silence hung over the table.

“Seeing Yuma on the ground like that…” Judai continuedwithout any prompting, “It looked too much like that day. I’m afraid about losinganyone else…so I went Haou. Dark evil king who slaughters all his enemies.”

“Does anyone else know?” Tony asked.

“Yugi and Yusei have an idea…” Judai answered, “I gave thema brief overview of my history and abilities when we first met. That’s how theyknew how to snap me out of it.” He started tugging on his hair in a nervousfashion, “It honestly scares me…knowing that I can snap like that if someone Icare about get hurts but today….they could of died….”

Tony put a hand on Judai’s shoulder before he could startspiraling down, “I thought you guy were going to get killed too…you’re honestlytoo young.”

“There’s no point in losing sleep over that Tony…” Judaisaid, “Destiny can call you at any age. It’s all about how you respond.”

“That sounds really profound for you.” Tony smirked.

“Don’t you start that….” Judai pouted, “I get that enoughfrom my friends from home!”

Natasha smiled as the two began to bicker. Seems like Tonyhas gotten over the trauma for tonight, but it seemed like there was moreheading their way when Thor came in the kitchen next with one hand on Yuma’sshoulder.

Yuma had his injured arm in a sling, a pillow under his goodarm, and his eyes looked red as if he had been crying. Not a good sign.

“What’s wrong Thor?” Natasha asked.

“Something I will admit is not my forte,” Thor seemed ratherexhausted himself, “I found young Yuma wondering the halls speaking ratheremotionally with his spirit friend. Apparently, they both seemed panicked aboutan event from the past repeating.”

“What event exactly Astral?” Judai asked confusing Natashafor a bit before remembering that Judai was one of the few people who could seethe spirit.

There was silence as Natasha assumed Astral was answer thequestion before Judai and Thor looked shock while Yuma looked ready to cryagain.

“Could someone explain what was just said?” Tony askedconfused.

“Astral said that Yuma had watched almost all of his friendsdie in front of him which was only fixed because they got a lucky break totweak reality.”

“You’re thirteen!” Tony yelled, “How do you have that kindof history!”

There was more silence but by judging by the way Judai,Thor, and Yuma were looking at the same space of empty air, it seemed likeAstral was talking again and Tony was getting a bit annoyed.

“Okay I can’t keep waiting for this game of telephone toplay out…JARVIS let’s test out that program.”

Of course sir…some whirring noise kicked in and alight flickered and Natasha gasped in shocked while Tony looked pleased withhimself.

Hovering in the air was a blue humanoid figure with greenmarkings and blue gems all over his body. He looked at them in shock, “You cansee me now?”

“And we’ve got audio yes!” Tony pumped his fist, “I toldYuma I wasn’t going to let something like being chosen by magical forcesprevent me from seeing spirits. It’s not perfect considering you look and soundlike a hologram but it’s better than nothing. So what were you saying?”

Astral took a minute to get over his shock before he repeatedhimself, “I was originally created as a weapon to settle a war between twoworlds before I lost my memories and encountered Yuma. He helped me regain themand his friends got involved with what was happening. But when things hit theirclimax Yuma nearly lost everyone…” He rubbed his chest, “Myself included.”

Tony was silent for a while, “JARVIS…wake everyone up.”

“Wait what?” Everyone else said at once.

“We are having an impromptu group therapy session. Get theblankets, pillows, and all sorts of drinks because we are not dancing aroundthis issue any longer.”

Sure enough that’s what ended up happening. People weredragged out of bed, forced on the couch under blankets, injured peoplesurrounded with pillows, and hot chocolate passed all around. Yugi and Yuseiseemed to be in a good mood about it while everyone else kept freaking out overthe now visible Astral. Yusaku’s reaction was the most memorable as he tried todo a 180 and leave the room immediately the moment he spotted the spirit, allwhile keeping a flat expression. He was dragged into the pile by Judai.

“Tony you know I have a flight to catch tomorrow…” Clintmuttered trying to stay awake, “Why’d you drag us out of bed.”

“Because some people…” Tony stole a glance at the sixcolorful haired boys, “Have been hiding a lot of trauma and it needs someserious airing out.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad Mr. Stark,” Yugi said with asmile, “That worst that’s happen to me was my soul getting yanked out once ortwice.”

Tony’s expression went flat, “You said that way to calm formy tastes. You make it sound like an everyday occurrence.”

Yugi just shrugged not losing his smile, “Got used to it.”

“I’m with Tony, you sound way to calm.” Steve said.

“At least he doesn’t have to deal with turning into a greengiant any time he gets angry,” Bruce said with much salt in his voice clearlynot happy with being woken up in the middle of the night.

“But seriously Tony why did you feel that it was necessaryto wake us up?” Steve asked.

“Because I know for at least three of these kids now…” Tonypointed to Yuma, Yuya, and Judai, “Have fought in some sort of war watchingtheir friends die.”

“Oh…” A sense of familiarity and understanding washed overSteve, “I see. And the events of the day stuck a chord?”

A round of nods.

“It is hard getting out of that way of thinking…in the warwe just called it shelled shocked. The doctors just thought the men weren’tbeing ‘man’ enough to deal with the fighting. After waking up in this century Ifound out that wasn’t the case. PTSD is not a laughing matter and it reallydoesn’t go away. You can learn how to manage it and be able to distance thosetraumatic memories, but you lose that feel of safety and security. There is nogetting it back.”

All of the Avengers nodded in agreement.

“How do you cope with it?” Yusaku’s voice was quiet as allheads turned to him, his face looking rather…hopeful.

“Word to the wise…don’t use alcohol.” Tony said.

“Except for Yusei…we’re all underage Mr. Stark.” Yugipointed out.

“Still putting it out there.”

“But Tony is right, going into self-destructing tendenciesdoes make things worse.” Steve explained, “It was tempting for myself. There’sno way to explain the shock of getting knocked unconscious and waking upseveral decade later know that everything you knew and love was gone. The barswere tempting that day…but I quickly found my new support. I got to know peoplein the century…and got a new team.” Steve gestured to the other Avengers.

“My life prior to this wasn’t that good either. Being assassinfollowing orders and constantly on the run...I got tired of it.” Natashaexplained, “I eventually let myself get caught just so it could end…but itturns out Fury had a better idea of how to put my skills to use which lead tothe founding of the Avengers.”

“What about you?” Yuya asked Clint, “Was it the same foryou?”

“Actually no…” Clint said, “I was just an agent that gotrecruited into the Avenger’s initiative. My trauma didn’t start till after thefact with several rounds of brainwashing and mind control.”

Several people winced in sympathy.

Yusaku gripped his mug tighter, “What about kidnapping?” Heshrank a bit at the bewildered looks he got, “How do you recover from that?”

“Is…that what happened to you?” Bruce hesitantly asked.

Yusaku eventually nodded. “I was six…”

Immediately Yusei put an arm around the boy, as did Natasha.Thor started muttering about getting justice and puny mortals. Both Tony andSteve faces went hard with anger.

“Yusaku…I’m sorry…I had no idea…” Yugi began.

“None of you knew…no one else knew…the whole thing wascovered up…” Yusaku gripped his mug so tight that he was threatening to breakit, “I was only found because someone blew the whistle on the whole thing…”

“Breath…” Yusei warned gripping Yusaku’s shoulder tighter,“What did you do after that?”

“I tracked down those responsible…” Yusaku explained, “Itwasn’t all that I hoped…the doctor behind it had died right before I found him.I only got the full details from his son who turned out to be one who turnedhim into the authorities.”

“You wanted revenge?” Clint asked.

“I just wanted answers…” Yusaku took a deep breath, “I gotthem but now…I’m not sure what to do.”

Silence hung over the room as everyone struggled to come upwith something to say.

Yuya was eventually was the one who made the first move. Hegot up and hugged Yusaku…tightly. Yusaku looked unsure on how to react to thehug.

“You’re not the only one…” Yuya squeezed tighter, “I feellost too…but it’s okay.”

Yusaku still looked unsure but with some prompting fromYusei, eventually returned the hug.

“Thank you.”

Tony relaxed in his seat and smiled. Seemed like theimpromptu therapy session helped out a lot though the late evening was takingit’s toll. Yuma had already passed out on Thor’s lap who looked torn betweengetting up or staying in place so that he didn’t disturbed him. Astral justreassured him that Yuma would sleep through anything, but Thor elected to stayput. Clint had already gone to sleep as well enjoying the pile of pillows. Oneby one everyone nodded up in rather cute positions and you bet Tony took plentyof photos for later. But before he took fell asleep, maybe he would make aquick pillow fort.

[chromsai]

19 predadorks

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Serena wasn’t much for surprises. She thought Yuri knew that much about her by now. Frankly, she was rather annoyed with him because of that, a fact she groaned out at him rather than hide.

Despite that, she still held on to his hand tightly, not like she had much of a choice otherwise at this point. 

Yuri had practically dragged her straight out of class the moment the dismissal bell rang at Yuya and Yuzu’s school on a day that was supposed to be, well, Yuya and Yuzu’s. How Yuri got them both to agree to give up their day together and let him “surprise” her is what smelled the most suspicious to her so, like the moon-struck kittens of her deck, curiosity ended up getting the best of her this time.

And so now here she was, blindfolded and guided by Yuri’s cold and stern hand.

“Oh come now, Serena, please quit your moaning,” Yuri snarled. “I went to the trouble of making sure this was gonna be worth your time.”

She pouted and sighed, but responded with nothing more until she felt him grasp her duel disk arm and briskly forced it into position. “Yuri! What the hell are yo—”

“Quiet, quiet! If the others find out, I’ll shave Yuya’s head!”

“Wha—?! How is that a threat for me?!”

“You wanna live a few months with that on your conscious? ‘Cuz I know Yuzu and the others won’t be too happy to wake up to that.”

He’s going to hold their hair hostage just for whatever he’s up to?! “Yuri, you’ve got to be f—!”

Swifter than she could exhale her latest curse at him, Serena heard Yuri activate a card on both of their duel disks, summoning a warm light that enveloped them both— bright enough to burn through her blindfold and blind her itself for a moment— and the next thing she knew she was finishing her sentence with an added haste in her words.

“—ucking kidding mewhat did you just do?!” She began to reach for the blindfold but Yuri wouldn’t allow her to even lay a finger on it.

“Ah ah ah. Not yet. Stay right here for just five minutes and then you’re free.”

Hmph. Free…, huh?

“Let’s see… he said this would be tight… ugh. Hmm… how the hell does he dress like this every day?” She heard Yuri off to the side, fumbling with whatever kinky outfit he wanted to try this time. It felt like they were out in the open still though, so… what gives? “Yuri…”

“Almost. Just. Ugh. There. You can take it off now.”

It really didn’t take Serena more than a second to fling the blindfold off, and instantly her vision came to to an image she wouldn’t soon forget.

Yuri had changed into a riding duel outfit.

Sure, he inhabited Yuya’s body, but the colors were all his. Violets and pinks and purples all adorned him gaudily. She almost laughed.

“What?! Don’t look good or…?”

She realized now she had to hide her smirk out of caution else she’d ruin his efforts. “You… look… uhhh…”

“Right. Your turn.” He pointed to a shed close by where she assumed was where he had procured the garment he wore now, but that’s not what she focused on. The surrounding field is what she saw instead. To her left and right, Serena found a continuous mound of empty bleachers, all coming together to form a long ring. She recognized the place. This was a stadium. She turned behind her. Yup, as she expected: two D-Wheels positioned at the start line, awaiting their dueling riders.

“Yuri, what in the world?” Serena breathed in awe.

“I guess I never told you but I saw you duel here once, you know.” Yuri took his helmet in hand and began to make his way towards the nearest D-Wheel. “You and Yugo looked like you were having fun, so I thought I’d give it a try, too. What do you say?” He smiled at her slyly.

She paused to take in his expression for a moment. It wasn’t cruel or cold this time like she’d known it before in the past. It was mischievous, sure, but… in that way that invited you on an adventure of a lifetime.

Serena smiled back at him. “Sure thing, Yuri.”

A few minutes later, they gathered themselves up onto their D-Wheels and revved their engines with a cool sunset fading down on their position. Even without a crowd, she felt she could still find this quite entertaining. Serena felt ridiculous for feeling so giddy, and yet there was still something she wasn’t understanding.

“Yuri, you really came back here just to duel on D-Wheels, though, or…?”

Yuri stood silent for a moment, revving his engine one more time before answering her tauntingly.

“Stupid. I came back here for you, of course.”