#Yuugi's so so so so worried he's the problem

[onlytibki]

considering the potential for a YuGiOh x Danny Phantom crossover

the actions of loving (grand)parents cursing a child. the release of spirits otherwise held back in another realm. dual identities: confidence and power juxtaposing invisibility and compassion. friendship lasting beyond the shackles of mortality. reformed villains taking on the title (or guise) of friends. the looming spectre of death through it all.

and of course: a magical girl transformation sequence

[mutogamingco]

Yuugi's body still felt like it was vibrating from the unexpected flight, and running through unfamiliar city streets, so he was grateful to finally have a chance to sit down. He all but collapsed onto the stool, leaning on the counter with a sigh. His head was starting to hurt.

"Thank you, I definitely have a lot of questions but...it was about two o'clock in the morning where I am from and I haven't slept in...probably fifteen hours? I lost count."

Still, he managed a small smile toward Claire to reassure her he wasn't offended. Not much, anyway. His age being misjudged was the least of his problems.

"Actually, I am old enough, I'm twenty four. Don't worry, I'm used to people thinking I'm younger than I am, I get asked for my ID every time."

Did they do that here? Did she know what he meant?

"I think tea might be best...my nerves are going crazy right now."

"I'm sure you have many questions. Please, have a seat," Lucius said, getting a mug ready. "Do you prefer coffee or tea? You can't have booze, that is for the evening rush hour."

"I don't think Mister Muto is even old enough to drink," Claire said, before Lucius gave her the side eye. "Eep! I-I'm sorry, that was very rude of me!" The bird girl sheepishly poked her quill fingers together as her beak had spoke before her mind thought of it.

[yuusaris]

Prompt 3 Dump

This was when pyros prompt was gunna be A LOT longer, and it was a chance to throw in some barbedshipping - it didn't stick, clearly, as Bakura being hurt was not very in character - but here ya go.

“And you haven’t heard anything?” Anzu asks. “For a week?”

Yuugi shakes his head. “Nothing about any crime spikes on the news either.”

Anzu turns to Ryou who does the same. 

“Huh,” Anzu sighs. “I always took him for the kind of guy to lash out.”

“He’s is the type to lash out, that’s what worries me,” Yuugi hugs himself as he leans against the Game Shop counter. “If he’s not taking it out on someone-or-thing else, then what’s he doing to himself?”

“Nothing,” Malik’s across the store, looking through card packs. “Yuugi, he’s not doing anything to himself. He wouldn't do anything to himself.” 

“I dunno, I can’t believe that,” Yuugi says, facing down at the glass. It’s hard to look at himself right now, but there’s nowhere else to turn. “He’s hurt himself bef- just look at Ryou.”

“Don’t,” Ryou mutters, shrinking more. HIs left hand tucks under his thigh.

“...he’s been liberal about it before.”

“Yeah, but before there were ends that justified the means, now he has no means and no end.” He pauses. “Also,” he taps his head, “Him Malik wants to add, Bakura’s been really curbing that stuff since you started dating.” 

“But they broke up, that’s the problem.” Anzu’s hand flicks the air before tucking her hair back. 

Malik stops browsing- the body’s brow furrows, then raises at the understanding, as he says, slightly rapier, “that… would impact the severity of things, wouldn’t it….”

“It’s my fault,”Ryou sighs as he wrings his laced hands together. “I could’ve thought that plan through better.”

“Y’know, it’s not, but you could have,” Yuugi’s tone is clipped. He whips his head towards Ryou, who’s turned away from them both. “Three years with Kudaragi’s number - what the hell?”

“I didn’t think - I had no way of knowing that Kudaragi would--”

“Yes you do! You told me that night Bakura was a better person than he used to be! Why can Bakura change but Kudaragi can’t?!”

“Because Bakura’s not--”

“Are you guys kidding?” Anzu scoffs. “You’re gunna lecture each other about your own bad ideas when you’ve both been handling him with kid gloves?”

Both the young men went quiet.

“This was just wrong,” she says, “you both tried to manipulate him, you both lied for your own sakes. How do you expect him to have never figured out that Ryou planned for this?”

“Well, he’d’ve been flattered if he didn’t find out Yuugi asked me to do it--”

“You’re doing it again!” Anzu’s eyes are wide, exasperated. “You’re making excuses for not actually talking to him because you’re afraid of being the bad guy about it. That’s what this is. No one wanted to do the dirty work so you both threw it onto someone else.” Anzu’s hand flicks Ryou’s way. “Him, I would expect this from,” It turns towards the other end of the counter, “but you?”

“Truth always comes out and manipulating people into doing what you want always backfires,” Malik puts his card packs on the counter, a bill underneath that.“That’s from the guy who brainwashed multiple people and the woman who boarded a bomb-planted ferris wheel to date a ghost.”

What comes after that -- Yuugi thinks it’s something about not needing change -- doesn’t quite reach his ears. He thinks back to that day, the black-out that he now knows was Atem. And the reports of the bomber and Anzu’s face, clear as day, on the news the morning after…

“That was on purpose?” Yuugi asks - and then reels back, the pieces clicking into place, a puzzle that didn’t really need solving, but if Anzu being in trouble triggered out Atem...

Anzu -  everyone, actually - has the good grace to look horrified. If not simply embarrassed. 

The odd man out of this was - not the same Malik, the one with wilder eyes and hair and who leaned onto the counter with eyes that struck Yuugi as engaged rather that stricken dumb.

Malik, the other Malik, casts a long, slow glance at his girlfriend. “You never told your best fucking friend?” He stares through the continued silence.

Anzu moves little, her expression set in stone as her hand idly scratches behind her ear. “It never came up.”

“There was a three month fight over the precedent of that stunt,” The Other Malik’s hand fists, going to his mouth where he bites a knuckle, enthralled. “You went here to vent - you didn’t tell him-”

“I said I wouldn’t do it again and it wasn’t the time!” Anzu’s squeak is stressed.

“Well, there ya go!” The hand’s out of Malik’s mouth, waving across the store. “Wha’d we just say about the truth coming out?!”

[ihazmunchies91]

What Yu-Gi-Oh! Means for many.

Don’t know how to start this. Not one for long writing or speeches. 

But basically, Yu-Gi-Oh! was my childhood. Starting from middleschool and onward in the early 2000s. I was introduced to the show by my friend. And then afterword's I learned how to play the game by playing a gameboy game. Yugioh duelist tournament of champions of 2004 I believe. 

After that it faded and I got obsessed with Pokemon for a while. 

However when highschool came, I came home one day to find my mother (whos now since passed away) watching Yugioh on 4kids. (lol) And I sat there and watched it with her, having forgotten so much about it. And I began to play the games again on the gameboy. I never beat Reshef of Destruction. I wasn’t any kind of good player, but I loved to progress in the story. And my favorite games were capsule monsters, dice monsters, sacred cards and duelist of the roses. 

Then one day, after my 15th birthday I believe, I found a manga of yugioh just sitting in the young adult section of my favorite library and the first page I open was Yuugi holding hands with Anzu at duelist kingdom. (lol) I then look at the back, and was shocked to see Yuugi was the same age as me at the start of the manga. So naturally I began to read it. I became suddenly obsessed and wanted to read more. And I got up to the part of millennium world. And suddenly I found shonen jump magazine and began buying them and subscribed to them to keep up with the manga. 

During this time, I became aware of the ships. (Thiefshipping for the fucking win) The old websites such as Kokorononakayugioh website (Which is still up by the way) https://kokorononaka.net and began downloading mp3 music from the japanese version of the show and looking at released bankobans and then....fanfiction, doujins and roleplays.....By the way, I can scarily accurately roleplay any of the characters from the original series. XD

It became a part of my life so quickly. And collecting the cards became a hobby. I suddenly had something to comfort myself with. And trust the characters in the stories to get me through day to day problems. (I have autism. And my school was not very accepting of that. Nor were students)

Yugioh had been banned at one point and I didn’t know about it. And my cards were tossed into the garbage. I remember being called to the principles office because I had them and they were considered CONTRABAND. I still remember how I was looking into the garbage can and realized just how much the cards meant to me. How I could socialize by asking others to play the game with me. It was everything. And my mom knew this too. I took the cards out of the garbage and mom took me home. 

To my surprise they brought it back, because too many people complained and apparently my actions had helped push it to be allowed back into school. And oddly, they began to have shonen jump arrive in their library. (I was allowed to have the cards they gave usually every month)

So thinking of all this, knowing how much it all means to me. I was fucking devastated to hear the news of Kazuki Sensei. 

My immediate reaction was screaming. And I was in a group chat at the time and everyone was confused and concerned and I had to explain the news, only to find there wasn’t much of a reaction. Because they hadn’t been into it as much as I was. I cried. I cried for days. I didn’t want to talk to anyone and shut down. I very plainly told people to fuck off and leave me alone. I also worried for Little Kuriboh, the guy who does Yugioh abridged. I’ve known him since his name was CARDGAMESFTW in the old youtube days. I was worried because he is prone to depression like me and illness from it. As he has posted old videos such as “we’re still here vlogs”. 

But he seems alright for now, and he knows the significance of his death. Nobody expected it. I had hoped that these covid years and celebrity deaths wouldn’t take someone so important to me. But it did. And I still don’t know how to respond to it. Perhaps I’m angry that Kazuki went alone out there. That he didn’t have a swim partner. Perhaps I’m sad that Yugioh may die out because of what happened. I really hope not. I really hope this only pushes people to bring back the life that the show and manga has given me. 

Don’t know how to end this so I’ll just leave this here.

[yandereyugioh]

Could you write 🌀 for Yandere Yami and Yuugi for the third one word writing prompts if your still doing them? If so, thanks!

Thank you for the request! 

46: Protection

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Yuugi didn’t know how to feel about Yami’s protection. One one hand, he was grateful that Yami saved him when he needed it. He’s been in too many situations where death was an opening option and Yami slammed it shut. But on the other, many of the people Yami protected him from are hurt so badly. It makes Yuugi feel guilty. 

He doesn’t want to think about the few people Yami’s killed. That makes him feel worse, especially since he doesn’t remember everything when Yami takes over. Who else has he killed? 

Yuugi sighs and looks down at his puzzle. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I’ll protect you as well.” 

Warmth shot straight through their bond causing Yuugi to smile. He gave the puzzle a few pats before reaching over to his nightstand to shut his lamp off. 

He rose from his bed the next morning, wincing at a few bruises. The slightly blooded clothes sticking out from his laundry basket were promptly stuffed and buried, then ignored. 

That was a problem and a worrying thought for another day.

[veritylane7]

+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM )   Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^       ( 10:07 PM )   John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM )   Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM )   *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM )   Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM )   Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM )   Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM )   Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM )   *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM )   EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM )   *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM )   Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM )   Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby!       ( 3:23 PM )   Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM )   At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM )   Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM )   For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM )   Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM )   Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM )   Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master!       ( 11:27 PM )   Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^;       ( 12:30 AM )   BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM )   This close >< to shooting myself...       ( 3:56 PM )   I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will.       ( 3:53 PM )   HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you?       ( 3:50 PM )   Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers*       ( 3:45 PM )   Playing with the layout...       ( 3:25 PM )   This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight.       ( 2:43 PM )   Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM )   Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM )   Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM )   Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM )   Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM )   Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM )   Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM )   Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM )   ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM )   Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM )   Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM )   I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM )   Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM )   Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM )   Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM )   Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM )   Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM )   Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^       ( 7:21 AM )   Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM )   Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers*       ( 7:14 AM )   Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM )   Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM )   Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM )   Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM )   For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM )   Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM )   Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM )   The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O       ( 7:35 AM )   Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM )   Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM )   Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM )   Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush...       ( 6:41 PM )   *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away*       ( 6:29 PM )   The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...?       ( 4:00 PM )   Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM )   Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM )   Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM )   Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away....       ( 10:56 PM )   Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^       ( 3:32 PM )   Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_*       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

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Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

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I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

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Why Tasuki Hates Women: Fushigi Yuugi Special Story: Part 6 (Final) - Miaka

“The reason why I started hating women” 

(Ore ga Onna-girai ni Natta Riyuu)   PART SIX (Final)

~From Fushigi Yuugi Perfect World compendium, Vol 6, 2005

(Author Nishizaki Megumi, who also wrote the Gaiden novels. Original work and illustration, Watase Yuu)

Translation is mine, any errors are also mine.

Above image of Tasuki and his sisters - Eimin (centre), Rin’an (top right), Manka (bottom left), Aidou (bottom right) and Fuyou (top left).

Scene:

The Seishi are en route to Hokkan (yeah, before all the nasty kicks off) and they’re taking a break. Tasuki is recovering from his seasickness, and Miaka is keeping him company in the way only Miaka can - by eating lots and asking him probing questions. Miaka tries to figure out Tasuki’s perfect woman and Tasuki explains his childhood traumas - all five of them ;)

This is a longish story so I am splitting it into parts where there are natural divides.

At the end of part 5, Tasuki’s sister Aidou had just noticed something...

“Shun’u. By the way, what’s that?” Aidou asked.

“Huh?”

“There. That thing on your right arm that looks like a character.”

Everyone turned to stare at the place on Shun’u’s arm.

“……For real.”

“It says ‘wing’.”

“Huuuh?”

“Hey, is that the thing that you mentioned that time way back, Ma?”

“No way…”

“It can’t be…Shun’u is…”

Everyone was speaking at once.

“Are you…the Suzaku Stellar Warrior, Tasuki?!”

Shun’u himself stared at the character on his arm with wide eyes of disbelief.

When the country was on the brink of destruction, a priestess would come from another world, and, along with seven stellar warriors, would save the nation. Was he really one of these individuals?

In the blink of an eye he realised that he would be released from his way of life up until then.

“Right, because I’m Suzaku’s…”

“The Seven Stellar Warriors can die in battle, though, right?”

“Even if he isn’t killed, up till the time Suzaku is summoned, he could be taken away.”

“No way. This is a problem…”

“It’s a real bother, honestly. How can someone become a stellar warrior just because they can run a bit fast?”

“Are you sure you didn’t just write it on your arm yourself for a joke?”

One by one everyone examined Shun’u’s arm.

His mother and his sisters were making a hysterical fuss about it all, but eventually, they came to a collective decision.

“Until such time as he’s called away to be a Stellar Warrior, we should make Shun’u work even harder!”

“Wh…Why?”

Crestfallen, Tasuki poked at his arm.

****************

“...It was at that moment that I decided to run away from home.”

“So that’s what happened.” Miaka said to Tasuki, who, by this time, had begun to get fed up.

“But Tasuki, your older sisters are healthy and pretty cool, really. And your mother’s a really good cook.”

“My older four sisters are all married now and have left home. They just come back when they get hungry for sukiyaki.”

“In that case, I like the hunger bug!” (NB This seems to be a play on words with suki and sukiyaki. It fails in English – it’s also joking on Japanese vocabulary knowledge).

Miaka sat up proud, answering like a proper examination entry student.

“That reminds me, Tasuki, do you not have a father?”

“I do. Now you mention it, he hasn’t come up in any of my stories so far, has he? He’s the kind who fades into the background so much that I never know what he’s doing.”

Tasuki continued.

“Apparently, though, in the past, my father had an active physique and a muscular body. But as the number of daughters increased, he had the life force sucked out of him by his womenfolk. I absolutely didn’t want to turn out like him. Although, the day that I left home, my father was the only one who covertly followed me in order to see me off.”

“Heeh.”

“I had the feeling that Dad was saying to me, you’re the only boy, go and live your life however you want to.”

“I see. So then you joined the mountain bandits..?”

“Mm.”

Miaka gave a small laugh.

“Tasuki, the first time we met, you lied to me and didn’t tell me who you really were.”

“Yeah. Because Reikaku-zan was more important to me than being a Stellar Warrior.”

“Because you hated women, you thought, like hell I’m gonna obey some priestess, right?”

“Something like that.”

“And yet, you’re here anyway. Well done.”

Tasuki stretched his body out.

“I wonder why I felt that way. I think it’s a bit mysterious even now.”

“I think that in the meantime, Tasuki, you’ve become able to find a woman you like now. Honestly, I don’t think it matters what your perfect type might be. If you fall in love with her, you’ll suddenly love everything about her anyway.”

“……Is that how it works?”

Grinning, Miaka nodded her head, and Tasuki stared at her intently.

“On the other hand, you really can eat a lot, can’t you, for a woman? Leave some for me!”

Tasuki reached out a hand to take one of the butaman, but Miaka pulled it out of his reach.

“Nope. That one’s the last one, after all.”

“What are you talking about? It’s fine, let me eat it!”

“No way, no way!”

They both climbed up onto the sideboard and the last butaman rolled around and around as they fought over it.

“But Tasuki, I thought that you were seasick!”

“Huh?” Tasuki stood still for a moment, then said, “now you mention it, I feel better.”

“That’s good. In that case, I’m gonna take lunch to Tamahome.”

With a big smile on her face, Miaka waved her hands in a wave, then turned, hurrying away in the direction of the ship’s main chamber.

 Hating women, huh…

Tasuki allowed a rueful smile.

With Mum and five sisters, I really had enough of women.  

And my dream is to become a man amongst men, like Hakurou had been. So why exactly am I here like this? Even though I had absolutely no interest in the Suzaku legend.

Tasuki’s gaze fell in the direction that Miaka had gone.

Maybe because you’re a kind of woman that, until now, I’ve not had around me?

That was it.

Idiotically direct.

Someone who doesn’t make a fuss about herself.

Clumsy, but always hard working.

Although carrying the burden of being Suzaku’s priestess, always trying her best.

Maybe it’s because that priestess is you.

It’s not as though I’ve stopped hating women.

But the priestess…no, Miaka…I’ll protect you and you alone.

No matter what happens, I’ll gamble this life and protect you, so don’t worry about a thing.

 On board the boat heading for Hokkan, and through all the hardships they would face ahead, Tasuki felt a different wind beginning to blow.

 The End 😊

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F, H and I from the Fanfic Ask Meme, please.

Sure, thank you!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Y'all know me. :v Thanks for giving me an opportunity about my favorite thing again.

I'll go with something from Occult, another fic I'm still pretty proud of.

Otogi was stranded, floating aimlessly through a conversation that had no clear beginning, middle, or end. He couldn’t just walk away. “He’s, um. He’s coming by later. Honda, I mean.”

“Of course he is.” Bakura shoved a tin box of cards back so hard it banged against the wall of the shelf.

“Excuse me?” Otogi stepped back and struggled to keep from raising his own voice. This was not the interaction he expected from one of Yuugi’s crew.

“… never mind,” said Bakura. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because if there’s a problem...” Otogi frowned.

Maybe Bakura held a grudge over Yuugi and Jounouchi. He could wrap his head around that, but no one else seemed to care anymore – least of all Yuugi and Jounouchi themselves. Then again, those two would probably befriend the snake that bit them if it only apologized afterward. It was charming.

There was no time to ponder it further. Bakura began to laugh – softly, under his breath, but his body quivered with each burst of it. “Of course there’s a problem,” he said. “There are all kinds of problems.”

Otogi folded his arms. “Could you tell me what they are, then? I thought I’d say hi to a friend of a friend, and suddenly you’re pissed at me.”

“I-” Bakura’s hand flew to his head. He wasn’t laughing anymore. Neither was Otogi. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d try talking to you, but I guess I’m just not in the mood.”

“That much is obvious.” Otogi started for the counter. “I didn’t want to embarrass you before, but… maybe you’d like to know. Honda said he worries about you.”

“Oh.” Bakura pressed the hand into his forehead, digging the heel into his temple. “Sometimes I think he’s the only one that does.”

I really like the awkwardness of this exchange: one only seems to reach out when the other pulls back. They’re never quite in sync. Otogi offers information while Bakura tries to brush off the whole thing. Bakura can’t resist expressing amusement at Otogi suggesting there might be “a” problem, which draws Otogi back in, but Bakura won’t illuminate things any further. Otogi starts to leave, but he can’t quite do it without saying a little more.

Passionate arguments and spry banter are a lot of fun to write, but so is blunt, clumsy grasping.

H: How would you describe your style?

My style, huh...

Zoomed in moments, finite spaces, small pockets of time. Relatively spare prose, fluid dialogue, and the occasional extended metaphor, all interspersed with snatches of sensuality.

Not sensuality as in sex, though (I rarely write explicit fanfic... I save that for my OCs :P). Imo, my skills and instincts for poetry are far more developed than for prose. I write them pretty differently, but this is the one quality I feel crosses over a lot. I tend to connect one sense to another and use language that invokes multiple senses at once. I'd also make a vague guess that I describe sight the least and touch the most.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Hmm, I don't know if I'd call it guilty, since I more or less lack shame, but one is definitely characters falling asleep on each other. I will write and read untold amounts of this.

I guess that also relates to the more general guilty pleasure of furious, self-indulgent projection. :v I have a particularly intimate and complicated relationship with sleep. It’s immensely gratifying, if slightly embarrassing, to pour some of that part of myself into familiar characters. The same could be said for a lot of other topics, like depression, trauma, gender and sexuality struggles, etc.

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Drabble Challenge: #88 "After everything... I'd still choose you." Puppyshipping.

OOOO this one was challenging. Not because I couldn't think of one, but I had TOO MANY! So I settled on this one, anon, and I hope you like it! Be warned! This zombie AU ficlet is... well it’s sad but I left it open ended so it’s not killer sad. I think...

“After everything... I’d still choose you.”

“Run!”

Leave it to Mutou to state the fucking obvious. Kaiba glanced over his shoulder, snarling, “What does it look like we’re fucking doing?” 

Yuugi glared back at him, running beside Joey a little behind everyone. “Where are we going?”

“Up ahead is the lab. The whole thing’s air locked and bullet proof. It’s got a back door that leads to the service tunnels under Kaiba corp.” Mokuba huffed, “We can get out that way.”

Joey made his usual hum of confusion, grating on his nerves, “Ain’t there gonna be dead scientists in there?”

“No, Joey. It’s the weekend. Who makes people work on the weekends? We’re not beasts.”

He ignored Joey’s muttering, listening instead to the growls and snarls catching up to them. What the hell was going on? Just a few hours ago the tournament carried on as usual, everything ran smoothly. At least, until some idiot ran through the crowd attacking people. His security did all they could, shooting him multiple times to take him down. By the time they’d resolved that problem, every single person that guy touched started a chain reaction spreading through the crowd resulting in a riot that no one could get a handle on. It happened so fast. He couldn’t get a single word in over the walkies while security, staff, and everyone on it tried talking at the same time, reporting what they were calling ‘zombies’ literally tearing people apart. He didn’t believe it. It was a little too late by the time he saw what was going on. Not just too late for everyone else, but too late for him and Mokuba. 

Insane, bloody… things that resembled people stormed the dueling stage, moving way too fast and animalistic to be human. He remembered grabbing Mokuba and running towards the service boardwalk along the back of the stadium stage. A few others had the same idea, not that he cared, all he cared about was Mokuba getting to the top and he did. He probably would’ve died right along with the poor idiot climbing up the scaffolding beside him if Joey didn’t grab him and pull him up. That moment still bothered him. He wasn’t the only one unable to get up fast enough, one of the other competitors was right next to him. Joey could’ve reached him just as quickly and easily, but because he didn’t, the… things pulled him down and…

He didn’t want to think about it. 

“Almost there! Keep going.”

“That door takes a while to shut,” Kaiba said to Mokuba, who looked over at him.

“No sweat. I got this!”

He started to ask him what he was talking about when he reached forward and grabbed Tea’s purse off her shoulder. “Hey!”

“You don’t need it,” Mokuba huffed and threw her cell phone at the red button on the wall. Alarms sounded and the airlock door and main door started to lower. “Better run faster!”

“Mokuba!”

“I timed it. It’ll be fine.”

Kaiba assessed their distance from the door as well. Yeah. They had just enough time. They kept running, the door getting closer and slowly closing as they ran. Mokuba weaved past Tristan and Tea into the room, pulling Tea along with him. Kaiba reached out and pushed down on Ryou’s shoulder, making him duck because, for some stupid reason, he wasn’t paying attention. He glanced back at Yuugi and Joey once he got through the second door and his breath caught in his throat. The door to one of the offices swung open; someone or something burst through, attacking Yuugi with a snarl. Mouth open. Teeth bared. 

“Yuugi!” Tea screamed trying to push past him, but he shoved her back into the room.

Joey pulled him off and shoved him back into the room, slamming the door shut and punching the keypad, locking it. That didn’t stop the slowly descending doors. Mokuba rushed over to the keypad, frantically pushing the buttons. “It’s not working! It won’t let me override the timer.”

“The override’s outside,” he breathed, watching Ryou kneel down and look through the lower part of the door waving for them. 

“Run. Come on! You can make it!”

Yuugi bolted for it, Joey right behind him, and slid under both doors. Joey did the same thing, but being bigger than Yuugi, he could only make it under the one. He ended up having to scramble back from the second door before his leg was crushed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except him and Mokuba. They shared a look of panic. How were they going to get him out? He raced over to the keypad, Mokuba stepping away. He typed in every code he could think of to override the timer, but his master passcode didn’t work either. A loud bang and snarl made them all look at the door, Joey pressed up against the second door watching as people from the tournament clawed, hit, kicked and anything else they could think of trying to get through that first door. Joey might as well be a piece of cheese at the end of a lab rat maze.

Mokuba reached over to the wall and turned on the intercom. “Can you hear me?”

“Yeah.” 

“It’s okay Joey,” Ryou rasped, “They can’t get through that.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Kaiba muttered, stomping over to the main computer.

He booted it up, hoping he could hack into security and open just the inner door. Yuugi sat knees pressed to the glass along with his palms, talking to Joey in a shaky voice. “Thank you.”

“Don’t do that Yuug’. Ya woulda done it for me.”

He got through most of his security, but kept hitting his own firewall. When he finally got through it, he looked up at the massive amount of people, smearing blood over the glass windows and door. He was pretty sure everything would hold, but it wasn’t meant to handle that kind of weight; that kind of assault. He looked back at the computer, listening to Ryou murmuring to Joey. “Don’t worry Joey. We’re not leaving you in there.”

“Ha! Thanks Ry, cause that’s what I’m worried about right now.”

Tristan paced behind them. “What’s going on? How did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” Tea said, “It’s crazy! Just… look at them.”

That was a terrible suggestion, but he’d entered the security for the room so he’d stopped paying attention. The timer for the door had both of them on the same open/close circuit, causing both of them to do the same thing. He just needed to switch it so the inner one could be opened without opening the outer one. If worse came to worse, they could wedge the door open. He had it set and started to send the command when the power flickered. It kicked him out of everything then the power went completely down. 

Several phones flashed, lighting up the room, all focused on the snarling maniacal faces on the other side of the glass, then quickly moved away. “Ya know this is actually better.”

“Come on Ryou. Help me find something to wedge the door up,” Tristan said, tapping his shoulder. 

Mokuba looked at him, he could see his profile in the light of the phones. “Wait.”

The last thing he wanted to happen was all of them panic at the same time. The only way to deal with this was to get them out of there before the figured it out. “Mokuba, lead all of them out through the service tunnel.”

“We’re not leaving Joey!” Tea shouted a little too loud.

Tristan wasn’t any better. “We know you hate him and all but isn’t this a little-”

“Go with Mokuba, guys,” Yuugi said, standing up, “Kaiba and I will get the door open.”

“We’re not leaving you either, Yuugi.”

“The doors open together, even if we get it up, that means they’ll be coming in just as fast as Joey’s trying to get out. We’ll have better chances if it’s just the three of us instead of all of us.”

They all fidgeted, trying to argue with him, then Joey leaned on the glass door. “Get outta here. Seriously, I’m gonna be pissed if I make it outta here just ta get killed tryin’ ta save your asses cause ya won’t leave.”

Tea attempted to laugh, but it sounded like a sob and she nodded. “Okay…”

“I’ll stay and help you get the door open,” Tristan said, but Joey shook his head. 

“They need ya ta make sure nothin’ happens like that thing gettin’ Yuug’. Go on, man. I’ll be fine.”

“You better be.”

“Please be careful. All of you,” Ryou murmured.

Yuugi nodded curtly and offered him a confident smile. “Don’t worry, Ryou.”

Mokuba was just as hesitant, but nodded as well. “Come on. It’s this way.”

Kaiba watched them walk towards the back. Mokuba lifted the hatch for the service tunnel and Tristan climbed down first. Tea and Ryou followed shortly after. Mokuba flashed him one final look of hesitation. He nodded to him, hoping he’d go without a word, and he climbed down too, leaving the door open for them. 

With them gone, Kaiba walked up to the door and examined the ceiling. This room was air tight. He couldn’t get up there without cutting into it and there wasn’t anything in this room to do that. Maybe if he hit it enough…

“So… ya got ridda them ta tell me I’m gonna die?”

“Something like that,” Kaiba muttered, looking around the room for a ladder.

Yuugi leaned on the glass door, palms still pressed on it. “We’re not going to let you die.”

“Come on, Yuug’. I ain’t dumb.”

“No, you’re not,” Yuugi murmured and turned towards the door pressing his forehead on it. “It doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

Kaiba stopped looking at them, seeing a ladder in the far corner of the lab. He walked over to it and grabbed it, dragging it to the door. He set it up on the side and climbed it, wondering where a good spot to start would be. A few hits to the ceiling to see where it was weak, where the studs were, he realized something was wrong with the ceiling. It felt like the whole fucking ceiling was a beam. Shit… Maybe if he had a saw… or a battering ram. “Fuck.”

“What do you need help with Kaiba?” Yuugi pushed away from the door and looked up at him.

What did he need help with? Ha! Nothing. There was nothing. “If you could turn the power back on, that would be great.”

Yuugi laughed and looked around the lab. “Are there any remote power sources in here?”

“You can look.” He hit just above the door, hoping there was a seam. Nope.

“Ironic ain’t it,” Joey chortled. “Ya made it too good.”

“This isn’t ‘too good’, this is a fire hazard.” He climbed down the ladder, still scowling at the point the wall above the door connected to the ceiling because there had to be something. “We happened to run into the one lab that was closed for remodeling.”

Joey laughed, deeply laughed, then ran a hand through his hair, hitting his forehead on the glass. “So what’s the plan?”

Kaiba pointed his phone light at the glass door behind Joey, watching it bow from the pressure on it. Even if they did get one of the doors up an inch the other would probably buckle under the weight. Everything he could think of doing to get to Joey would result in him dying. Every single one except the power suddenly turning back on, but even then, it would probably reset the system and both doors would open. He’d die.

“Got it.” He didn’t know what to do, watching Joey lean against the glass, shaking his head. “Can’t say I saw this comin’.”

Glancing past him toward the indistinguishable faces and hands, scraping and writhing against the glass, he felt… hopeless. He lowered his arm, the light from his phone no longer lighting up the nightmare behind the glass, just Joey. Yuugi clambered around the room, muttering under his breath things he couldn’t make out. It helped block out the sounds coming through the door, but didn’t help much else. Joey stared at him, lips pursed like he was debating on what to say. He shifted, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets before leaning back on the glass, eyes locked with his. “Ya know… after everything… I'd still choose ya.”

Kaiba set his phone down on the desk beside the door, the light still only lit up Joey, giving shadows to the things on the other side of the glass. “That was stupid to begin with. You should’ve helped him, not me.” 

“Yeah, probably…” he laid his head against the glass, no longer looking at him. He wasn’t sure if he was looking at anything. “I just couldn’t let anythin’ happen ta ya,” he murmured softly, glancing up at him with a fond smirk, “asshole or not.” When he didn’t respond, Joey sighed and shifted his shoulder against the glass. “I know I ain’t gettin’ outta here. Ya got Yuug’ distracted real good though. Hopin’ the door breaks before he realizes it’s too late?”

“…Yes.”

Joey nodded and smiled. “I kinda am too.” He pushed off the glass and paced in the small antechamber, looking down at his shoes. “Though the universe fuckin’ hates me, so he’ll probably come over here with the perfect thing right when the damn door breaks.”

Kaiba felt his lips curl. That would be his luck as well.

“I was… I was gonna ask ya-”

Kaiba waited for him to finish, but he didn’t. He rolled his eyes. “At least finish your sentences, idiot.”

He snickered and stopped in the middle of the antechamber, turning hesitantly to face him. “The last week-” he opened his mouth to continue and looked away from him again, but even in the dim light, Kaiba thought he saw his cheeks darken. “I know ya didn’t wanna deal with it but, I had a great time with ya this week. After the tournament, I was gonna ask ya if I could see ya again.”

“I couldn’t get away from you and the geek squad even if I moved to Mars. I’m sure you’d somehow hunt me down.”

Joey groaned, still grinning like the idiot he was. “That ain’t what I meant and ya know it.”

He did know it. Though he still felt the same way about it. It wouldn’t matter, Joey would keep pestering him. He thought he hated it. He wanted to hate it. Why couldn’t he hate it?

A loud pop pulled their attention to the other door. The seal was breaking. Joey turned back to look at him and he could see the fear and regret in his eyes. He hated that he couldn’t look away. “I like ya Kaiba and I’d really like ya ta answer me ‘bout it before I turn inta one a those things and hunt your ass down.”

The door popped again. Joey flinched, but didn’t move. 

“Joey!” Yuugi gripped his arm so hard he swore it bruised. “What do we do?”

There was nothing they could do. The door buckled, the seals snapped. He could see it shifting. Boney fingers curling around the edges of the door. Bodies pressing, pushing, weighing down the glass all around them, and it too popped and creaked. He couldn’t find the self to focus on the pops and creaks, or Yuugi’s tight grip on his arm. He just kept staring at Joey, still waiting for him to answer while everything broke around him. 

“I would’ve said yes.”

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SUF: AU Chapter 7- Hanging By A Thread

Author’s note: Hello! Mystery is here! Wow, seven chapters in and there is still so much to explore in this AU that I am enjoying myself. I would like to continue on saying thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read my work and I will keep the ball rolling and sending off chapter 7 for all the world to see. I surely hope that you are liking where the story is going thus far! Now, without further delay, let’s get started! Word count: 2,768 >^x^<

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The restroom door opened to reveal a smiling teen and from the looks of it, Yuugi looked very pleased with the new clothes that Steven’s dad has given to him. Unaware that the smile he held wasn’t real and was slowly losing himself from trying to stay together. He would have loved to see what others see when looking at him but that would be impossible to do from how close he is losing his sanity. Silently sighing to himself, his grip tightens around the clothes he wore earlier and moves on forward to meet up with the trio. Slowly looking up at them; his eyes moved back and forth when no one wasn’t saying anything to him.

Saying a voiceless what, Steven walks over to Yuugi and kindly takes the clothes from earlier so everyone can get a better look. The petite teen was sporting an emerald green shirt with dark blue denim jeans and brown sneakers that held the look together; even gave him a half of an inch of height with Greg rubbing his chin in pride, “I knew I was good at picking clothes but not this good.” Steven walks over to Yuugi and before doing what he was about to do, he asked Yuugi if it was okay to twirl him around. Yuugi was taken back at such an odd request but with no energy left to rationalize; he did see that the request was innocent enough to do it for Steven.

He extends his hand out to him to see Steven grinning back at him; taking his hand and with care, he twirls him around just so everyone can see how well the clothes do fit him yet Steven did notice there was something missing on the shirt. “Hey Dad, if this was part of your merchandise, how come this one is missing a star?” Greg walks over to the box where the shirts were being held and takes another one out to show Steven and Connie the same shirt that Yuugi is wearing, “Well, there was an error in the printing department and since it was already paid for, I couldn’t take the shirts back so I’ve decided to keep them. Guess now it is as good a time as any to finally have these bad boys be put into good use.”

Greg looks over at Yuugi and beckons him on over to look at the rest of the merchandise, “Care to help this old man and take some of this merch off my hands?” He could feel the smile he held slowly fading away but continue on playing an act that everything is fine and just have his eyes do the talking. With his amethyst eyes showing curiosity from the offer, he looks into the boxes and considering there’s so much to look at. However, he does know that there was somewhere else that Steven would like for him to explore so he looks over at the pair to see if it was okay; slightly smiling in his way of saying thank you and decides to go and indulge himself with exploring some clothes that would catch his interest.

He knew he would be somewhat at a disadvantage for not knowing how exactly he looks like yet the only way to do so is by grabbing ahold the little edges of his spikes to get a closer look to see the tips of his hair was royal purple with black roots and his bangs being close to a sunflower color. Nodding at this to get the gist as to what his hair color looks like, he decides to go and grab seven pairs of the same shirts he is wearing for today from catching his eye. It was very strange, here he was, mentally drained from holding everything back to feel something bubbling inside him. He knew he felt confidence when he arrived here so that could be it and how it was a strange sensation to pick the clothes he would want to wear while he was here in Steven’s world.

Yuugi was so detached with himself that he didn't realize that he was even smiling when picking out some denim jeans and knowing he would also need to grab some clothes to sleep during the night; there was a lone box that caught his attention. It was like he was on autopilot, his body moving on its own without thinking twice that he should look over at Greg for permission before going to the unopened box. He opens the box to have his eyes slightly shine due to slowly coming back to his senses when taking out a magenta colored tee shirt and noticing something in the middle; the star wasn’t yellow like the rest of the shirts he has seen but purple.

How strange it is to have a simple item like a tee-shirt to get him feel some sort of endorphins. He lightly jogs back at the trio and shows off the shirt with his eyes still held a shine and his lips moving, “Is it okay to take this off your hands? Please?” Connie goes to Yuugi’s side and looks at the shirt with her hands on his shoulders and looking back at Mr. Universe and Steven with the same sparkle that Yuugi held within his own eyes, “It’s a very interesting concept of the colors worked so well together so can he take it?” Greg laughs and allows it when the colors weren't as popular as the ones that his son has been wearing for years.

Yuugi could feel himself smiling in response and goes back to the box to grab seven pairs of the shirts and matching bottoms that he would be wearing for the nights he will be staying at Steven’s home until further notice. “Thank you so much for helping, Dad. He is starting to look more confident when he was so closed off last night and being timid with everything around him.” Greg places his arm around his son’s shoulder and pulls him in a side hug, “There is no need to thank me, Schtu-ball. I am here to help you when you need it.”  Steven truly appreciated his dad’s words and hugs him back but instead of a side hug, it was an actual one when it truly touched his heart to know his dad is with him when things have been complicated from what has been going on back at his home.

His dad wasn’t even fazed of meeting someone entirely new and being so understanding yet Steven could see it could have been one the perks of his dad knowing his mom and how different she was as well; being a diamond and hiding away so many secrets. Then again, he is also doing the same thing she is doing by hiding some things from his dad so he wouldn’t be too worried when the subject with Cactus Steven hasn’t been touched on between the two or with the gems. He just wants to forget about it and what better way is to have something else to distract him from his own thoughts is by helping someone else with their own problems.

With that in mind, he slowly lets go of his dad to notice his dad was looking in the other direction to see what he was looking at; both Connie and Yuugi have been waiting for them patiently. Yuugi having a small smile on his lips and waving at Steven, carrying his new clothes with his other hand, “Anyways, we have to get going, there is still a lot to go through and I want Yuugi to see what this city has in store for him.” Greg pats Steven on the shoulder and smiles down at him, “There is no need to explain, son. Go and join them.” Steven smiles back at his dad and walks back at the duo with Steven placing his hand on Yuugi’s hair; grabbing a hold of Connie’s hand with care as they walk back into the car.

Yuugi looking back at Greg and waving at him with his lips moving to say ‘thank you’ to him before going to the back seat of the car. After the trio saying bye to Greg, Steven drives off to continue on the day of exploring the city with Yuugi who is still having endorphins surging through him was taking it all in of how unique the city is. He averted his gaze from Beach City when noticing Steven was driving further away from the city to see different types of buildings up ahead. “If you want, we can walk around the city tomorrow morning so you can explore what the city has to offer to you but this is where I would like for you to see today.”

Connie looks over her shoulder to see Yuugi is paying attention and focusing on what’s ahead, “We are going to Little Homeschool and meet the gems we were talking about earlier.” Not being able to say much, Yuugi simply gives her a nod with his hands starting to clasp together from the endorphins starting to fade away and the thought of meeting new beings that are part of Steven’s life is making him feel nervous. It was getting worse when knowing there is no turning back now with everything going downward and with every bit of sanity he has left; he pushes forward for what's up ahead .

With Steven parking the car, Yuugi takes a deep inhale and exhales slowly to have his body move to its accord. It’s like with every blink, he is out of the car with Connie and Steven and then moving along to see what Little Homeschool has in store for him. How the landscapes and craftsmanship was put into the structures and seeing how unique every gem is around him. So different yet still the same and although he was following Steven and Connie by being by their side, something has caught his attention and moved on towards another direction.

If someone or a single gem took a moment to look at his eyes, they would see nothing but a blank stare when he is so focused on trying to not lose control of his sense of reality and being numb of his own emotions. Not understanding himself is one thing so if he can’t even do that then how will others be able to understand what he is even feeling? Will there ever be a moment that he will be able to stay intact to this wonderful reality he is in and just letting go of the terrifying nightmare? Deep down, he does want to create new memories with Steven, Connie, Greg, and the gems.

He was so trapped within his own thoughts that it didn’t occur to him that he was not only in the area that caught his attention a moment ago but not even hearing a desperate voice to get his attention. “Move out of the way, you clod!” That alone got him back into his senses and slowly looked up to see something glimmering into the sunlight yet not getting a closer look at what was coming straight towards him. By instinct, he has both of his palms facing forward and shielding his face to block whatever is coming his way; pausing for a moment when seeing the hues around him has changed to pink.

Yuugi blinks at the turn of events and brings his hands down to see a big pink shield blocking what was about to come his way to see Steven was the one that summoned this. The same one the night before but a lot bigger; taking note that Steven can increase the shield in size. With a silent whoa, he blinks to look over his right when having Connie placing her hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay, Yuugi? We lost track of you.” Yuugi sighs in guilt when he shouldn’t have walked away to see the shield disappears with small little sparkles left behind, seeing a very sharp object landing on the ground.

Steven walks over to grab the handle of the tool that was meant to pull the weeds from the root and walks over to a gem that was a lot smaller than Steven, “Here you go, Peridot. Now, can you please be a little bit more careful?” The tri-color teen was observing the pair and how the gem named Peridot scoffed at the thought of not being safe and explaining she was being absolutely safe and how it was one of the Quartz soldiers that lost their grip on the weed puller. “Besides, the one who wasn’t being safe was that clod over there who didn’t move when I told them too.” Yuugi blinks and points at himself with him looking back at Connie.

“Clod?”

Steven sighs and beckons Yuugi and Connie to come over to where he was and with Yuugi and Connie by his side, he looks back at Peridot. “Peridot, this is Yuugi. He is new here and trying to adjust to how Little Homeschool is.” Peridot looked at the new being before her and asked him to sit down so she could have a closer look. Not even questioning at her request, he sits down on his knees to have this new gem he just met to get a closer look, not even bothered by the examination when it was quick to Peridot asking Steven in curiosity,

“This is different. I have never seen this type of gem before.” Connie was quick to explain that he wasn’t a gem but something else which was still a mystery. “Well, in any case, welcome to Little Homeschool.” Peridot pauses for a moment and moves Yuugi’s bangs away from his face to get a closer look, “However, I don’t know if you have noticed but there is something different about your eyes.” The teen in question tilts his head in confusion when he didn’t know what she meant from either his eye color or something else that he hasn’t acknowledged as of yet.

There was no way for anyone or even himself to know what was going to happen next. The magnifying glass that Peridot held was innocent enough to have his eyes widen; his pupils dilating of the glass glimmering in the sun rays to catch a small glimpse of his reflection. Yet, there was no reflection of himself; just blood rolling down so slowly on the magnifying glass. He couldn’t do it anymore, holding back the haunting images within his mind was seeping into his reality once more. He could feel his heart pounding so harshly against his chest with everything closing in that the only logical thing he could do now was run. Before Peridot got even closer to him, he just up from the ground, quickly apologizes to leaving the premises when all he wants to go is to get away before succumbing into bloodified parts of his mind.

“Yuugi, wait! Connie-” Stopping at mid-sentence to see Connie already running after him and sighs with him looking back at Peridot, “Sorry Peridot. He’s very fidgety. Mind telling me what you were going to show him? It might help me out.”  Peridot hands Steven the magnifying glass and looks up at the teen, “I was going to explain why his eyes were different when I’ve noticed one eye is defective than the other.” She continues to give a brief summary that it was a possibility that his right eye isn’t working like the left one and how seeing the reflection of the glass could have caused him to be fidgety.

With this new information, Steven thanks Peridot and runs off to the same direction that Connie was headed towards to stop when seeing her running back to him. “Steven!” Connie runs towards Steven and gives him a hug to pull away to look at her best friend, "I tried to catch up to him but he was running too fast. I even shouted his name and he did stop for the moment but when he made eye contact with me. It was like he wasn’t there. Something is wrong, Steven. Yuugi is petrified." Steven gives Connie a sad smile and takes both of her hands, "I know Connie, which is why we are going to go to drive the Dondai and find him. Because of how fast he was going, he could be anywhere." They both ran out of Little Homeschool and got inside the Dondai with such haste as tension was rising. There was a small teen heading towards Beach City that was petrified and had to be found before he got himself hurt out there and time was running out.

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Author’s note: Oh the humanity! Will Yuugi be okay? Stay tuned to find out once Chapter 8 is here! Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day for everyone around the PST, EST and UTC/GMT time zone! Have a wonderful day and for those single ladies and gents out there, it is not a bad thing to spend this day with your family. Family love is just as important. Spending time with your friends is just as important! Stay sweet and be safe out there <3

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Yugioh Season Zero: Yuugi Gets a Tomagachi Pt 1

Hey you know what? Lets look at Zero again.

For those new here, I’m also going through Yugioh Season Zero, which is not the anime we got in the States, but the anime that came before it. It’s got all sorts of issues that 90′s anime tend to have, so, consider yourself warned.

You can read my recaps of just Season Zero by clicking on this link right here.

Anyway, it’s been kind of a while since I did one of these, and part of the reason is because I need to use a fandub in order to not have subs across the bottom. And that’s normally not a problem, but as you see in the corner of this next cap here, of the villain introduced this episode, this 3-Stooges-all-stuffed-into-one-body-suit-lookin guy, who has a realllllly weird tradition he does after beating people up,

We have an uhhhhh watermark situation in the bottom right hand corner. As an artist I have a hard time releasing anything with someone else’s watermark on it, but I have literally no other options, so forgive me, Team Millennium, you will probably never see this post because we’re a very smalltime blog. You can find their dubs on Youtube.

Anyway we’re here for pocket toys.

TAMAGACHIS. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve thought about Tamagachis.

(read more under the cap)

Mine are all gone now, I think I tossed them a year after I got them, the fad was pretty strong but short. Since most people got their Tomagachis second hand, (they were just impossible to buy because they were sold out everywhere), none of us had any freakin instructions so I had no idea at all how to use them and it died like 30 times. Usually several times a day.

Honestly Tamagachi’s are both the best and absolute worst child’s toy ever made.

And so Jounouchi’s going to go off about what a Tamagachi is (Tamagatchi? Eh doesn’t matter) but first lets just address the fact that...they’re in History class.

I mean....

...It had to happen eventually.

I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.

I’m just...

...

I’m fine.

Anyway, lets dive into Tamagachi (tomagachi?) physics. I think I spelled Tamagachi incorrectly in all of these caps and hell will freeze over before I fix them all.

These kids are WAY to old to be playing with a freakin Tamagachi, but I dunno, maybe it was different in Japan? My older brothers were playing with like Gameboys and the odd hacky sack during this time period. And then my one brother who refused to play video games that weren’t Basketball related got super into rapping into a mixer table (he is half deaf, he was v bad). That was it, that was their portable digital hobbies.

They saw my Tamagachis and were like...no thanks.

Anyway, the Yugioh Tamagachis have a little twist to them that no Tamagachi on earth has ever had the power to do. Like maybe this seems like pretty low tech to the babies out there who don’t remember these things, but listen--Tomagachis barely functioned. I don’t think they were capable of basic math. That is the only explanation to me at least of how they died so freakin often.

WOW Yugioh. I mean guaranteed, I would have been suuuuper into this when I was 10-11 but also...kind of WEIRD right?

And I mean, no worries, this is Yugioh, so not even Yuugi’s Tamagachi is going to score, but it’s not like they won’t try. TBH, Yuugi’s Tamagachi dates more than Yugi. Yuugi’s Tamagachi goes on more dates than Yugi has in 3 seasons.

Anyway, Jounouchi get’s rightfully scolded out.

And Honda is still a freakin weirdo, something I tend to forget every time I tune into Season Zero, much like this girl, who I also completely forget is a main character on this cast. Hi, Miho.

Of course, Anzu does bring up a good point...

...maybe Spanish is NEXT period?

Headcanon restored.

Miho seems entirely inept at life, to the point that she cannot both attend school and occasionally sweep up the feces of her pocket pet. She was kept up apparently all hours of the night, gazing at a little one inch screen and pressing one of three buttons.

(Anzu’s face trying to understand Miho)

Like I joke that I think Miho could easily be the super villain of this show but this episode she just pumps up the bastard like 200%.

(this is how I ended up with 2 Tamagachi’s, before I burned out and got rid of the little assholes)

So Honda, so horny he can barely think, decides to take care of this pocket pet because he’s pretty sure he can hightail it out of the country with Miho on a romantic trip to Sydney. It sort of makes me kinda miss when Yugioh was vague.

Sensing awkward romantic stuff, Yuugi gets the hell out of there, because weird stuff is happening in this bathroom with his friend, Haiyama, and while most people would leave the bathroom stuff alone, Yuugi has never been able to leave anything alone. Especially if it’s gross and riddled with collusion.

He finds out that Haiyama is giving money to the giant 3 Stooges guy who’s name is Kujiwara (Kujirada) or something like that. I’m hella bad at names and I had to look it up like four times. I’ll get the names spelled wrong like so, so many times.

All in all, the small little Haiyama is divying up money to the current class bully and Yuugi feels a very strong affinity with Haiyama because of it.

Sorry I just had to imagine for a hot minute what the Kaibas would bring to a bake sale.

Anyway, like, this is off topic but also on topic, bear with me, so you know how in Evangelion, they show up to class, and they’re like “weird that we’re in the same class with all the kids who man the robots, weird.” and it’s like “why do they all go to this class if they’re living in completely different parts of the city? Like this one kid is covered head to toe in bandages and then this other kid is the son of the head of the robot illuminati and this other kid lives in like a tent a lot of the time? Like wtf is this weird ass class?” and then, basically near the end of Evangelion you get this reveal (spoilers for a 20 year old anime, look away) that everyone in the class has been hand selected to be put inside of giant robots and that is why so many of them are just screwball beyond reason.

I feel like Yuugi might have a little bit of an Evangelion problem, because we’ve got this class of like maybe...20 students, and they all come from completely different walks of life in this city, and they’re all just a bucket of disturbing psychosis’. Like it is just so crazy that Anzu got completely possessed by Shadi, but this class is filled with so many assholes that no one noticed until she started choking Yuugi to death in the medical ward.

I’m just saying, I think Yuugi’s class was hand selected by the government for scary ulterior robot illuminati motives, and if I were to write a Yugioh spinoff, it would still be Marik’s Boat Time, but in the background of Marik’s Boat Time, these dumb asshole children would be finally forced by the government to use their inner asshole powers to mitigate WWIII against the space aliens (or WW IV, since I figured by that point Kaiba’s already pulled a III just by accident)

Anyway back to little Haiyama, who’s name I cannot spell right to save my life.

This part was real funny to me because when Yuugi went through this similar problem at the beginning of the series, he turned to a toy (or what he thought was a toy) in the Millennium Puzzle. Maybe in his mind, he’s giving Haiyama a gift to help him make friends like the Puzzle did with Yuugi. Thing is, uh.....this Tamagachi isn’t cursed with darkness or anything, so nice try Yuuge, this is a sort of pointless offering. It is nice, though.

Anyway, cute little Haiyama patiently takes the Tomagachi and walks the other way, as far as he can possibly get away, from Yuugi Muto.

DAMN, HONDA. THE BALLS ON THIS MAN.

This note is a note Honda wrote on like a permission slip, and then handed to a dude in class, to hand directly to Honda’s Spanish teacher.

How many jokes have I made that Tristan is the Mom Friend? Wow.

Anyway, this version of Tristan is about as bad at life as Miho is, so he’s going to just peace out in his bedroom playing a pretttttty boring Tomagachi game.

It really takes like just nothing at all for these kids to skip school, wow.

Anyways, they come across a rival game shop storefront, so Yuugi can’t help himself but admire the competition. Surprise, it’s just a different color of Tamagachi.

Before I can contemplate on why this one podunk shop in Domino is selling the only digital pet that is the best in the whole wide world, this happens.

So...that happens. That just happens.

And then we get this weird, very spooky sort of stalker footage of Kujirada, being developed on this amazing set of old timey software, check this out. Please admire how much 1999 is in these next frames.

This episode is particularly weird, but the whole thing with the photo taking is just...it is SO weird.

And like sorry to do this to you, but we’ll go over the rest of it in the next update, cuz this episode had a lot of stuff and so I made just so many caps but...holy hell this episode went completely off the rails. Like this first half is a whole lot of weird stuff but then the next half is just...there’s absolutely no way to predict the next half from the first half of events. It just goes completely wild.

Like this episode further proves my theory that everyone in this class has no choice but to destroy all life with giant mechs. There’s no other way. All of Yuugi’s classmates are here to end the world. Him included. This mess of a class.

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Love Style Quiz

Pleasers usually grow up in a home with an fearful, overly protective parent or an angry critical parent. Pleaser children do everything they can to “be good” and avoid troubling a reactive or stressed parent(s). These kids don’t get comfort: rather, they spend their energy comforting or appeasing their troublesome parent. As adults, Pleasers tend to continually monitor the moods of others around them to keep everyone happy. They value harmony and avoid conflict. Eventually,  giving so much causes resentment and they can break down or leave the relationship. The common complaints about Pleasers are they are overcommited because they cannot say, “No,” and they ignore problems that involve conflict.

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Prompt: Bloodstained Clothes

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Characters: Kaiba Seto, Jounouchi Katsuya/Joey Wheeler

For: @badthingshappenbingo

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Detergent was expensive. When weighing to buy it versus food, Jounouchi always picked the food. He’d rather be able to cobble more meals together for him and the Old Man than to be able to throw soap pellets on clothes.

If he needed to wash something, hot water and a little bar of soap worked, even if it left behind stiff, chalky streaks. He’d usually rubbed out the worst of the stains, at least until he could bother the lady next door for a cup of detergent which, on Sundays, she had begun to leave in the laundry room for him.

But in the mornings, when bleary and half asleep, Jounouchi didn’t care too much about what shirt he grabbed off the floor as long as it didn’t smell like beer or piss. Any white shirt was fine for under the uniform.

At least, he didn’t care until Honda batted his arm in the middle of class and asked: “Wearin’ the ketchup for lunch later?”

Jounouchi glanced down at his shirt and pulled at the hem. Little splotches hung from the collar and dripped straight down. They were browned, faded, a little gross. Could have been ketchup....or ponzu sauce. Maybe soy. He wouldn’t know until he wet his finger to taste it.

“Yeah, I’ll ya dip fries in it later, jackass.” Quickly, Jounouchi fastened the top button of his uniform jacket. “Now shut up a’fore Sakamoto hates me worse.”

As if on cue, Sakamoto-sensei asked: “Do have something you’d like to say, Jounouchi-san?”

Honda snorted behind his hand.

“Uh....no?”

“Then would you like to answer the problem?”

Jounouchi’s face reddened, and he finished fastening his jacket. “....not really?”

Sakamoto-sensei motioned for Jounouchi to rise, and he did with reluctance while quickly looking over the scribbled math problems that were pure gibberish, all the whole trying to ignore Kaiba’s mirthful laughter. Jerk had been gone for a blissful week, but of course he would be there when Jounouchi needed the extra kick in the nads.

“Shut it, moneybags,” Jounouchi hissed.

“Jounouchi-san?”

Jounouchi groaned. It was gonna be one shitty thing after another today.

—

Jounouchi was happy to go to lunch. It meant unbuttoning the God forsaken uniform and airing out the heat it trapped. If the summer got any hotter before their break, he would probably die.

Between bites, he caught Kaiba’s quick looks; as if the prick was being sly—he just seemed like a weirdo instead. Jounouchi shot him dirty looks back, instead, curling his nose, sticking out his tongue, and itching his eye with his middle-finger for Honda and Yuugi’s amusement.

“Seriously?” Anzu asked.

Jounouchi shrugged. “Kaiba’s bein’ weird again.”

“And...?”

“And it’s fun t’ mess with him?”

Anzu sighed. “He’s just trying to rile you up, you know. And it’s working. Then you’ll go over to him mad, he’ll insult you, and you’ll get more mad...”she waved her hands. “Whatever.”

“Sounds like a normal day to me,” Yuugi quipped.

“I ain’t goin’ over to him. I swear,” said Jounouchi, though he looked across at Kaiba anyways. Anzu glared at Jounouchi. “I really ain’t. He’s hopped over prick and went straight to creeper. Few weeks ago he gave me this....”

Before admitting anymore, Jounouchi stopped and bit the tip of his tongue until he tasted blood.

“Gave you what?” Yuugi asked.

“Nothin’.”

“You can tell us, Jou-kun.”

“Seriously, ain’t nothin’.”

There wasn’t an exact reason for Jounouchi to stop talking. At first, he convinced himself that it was because he didn’t want to admit that Kaiba was nice because his friends would laugh in his face. But as Kaiba eyed the messy splotches on Jounouchi’s shirt, the more Jounouchi realised it was purely his own embarrassment. His clothes weren’t stained with ketchup or ponzu sauce. He knew it was blood. Probably from a bloody nose from the Old Man. Something. And that meant going into the forbidden zone of his friends acknowledging his terrible situation but saying nothing.

Further more, Jounouchi considered, it meant that it wasn’t just him. The touch Kaiba gave him, the momentary expression of understanding, lingered on his shoulder and in his memory. He wasn’t alone. Admitting that Kaiba helped him for the forbidden reason meant that he at least sympathised or, at worst, empathised. Did the prick even do empathy?

“You sure?” Yuugi asked. “Kaiba...Kaiba didn’t give you the black eye, did he? Because I though it was your—,”

Jounouchi waved Yuugi off. “Nah, Nah! Yuug’, now you’re bein’ silly. Ya think I can’t take that beanpole on? Puh-lease! That wouldn’t even be a contest. Prolly break his hand on me punchin’ wrong or somethin’. Right Kaiba?”

But Kaiba was gone, and Jounouchi chuckled at his own cluelessness long enough that everyone started talking about something else. Good.

—

Gym came around near the end of the day. Jounouchi was happy to change out of his uniform for the hour, not worrying if anyone was looking at the stains because he’d be damned if he was buttoning his jacket again.

They paired off to continue the course of tennis practice—something Jounouchi had picked up enough not to lob the ball into the net. The rest of it was rather lacklustre. Near misses and chasing balls across three courts only to do it again the very next serve.

Kaiba wasn’t helping. He’d had the misfortune of pairing up with the prick ‘at random’ the couch said. Yeah right. As if they didn’t have enough problems.

“Ya don’t gotta show off ya know,” Jounouchi said after coming back for the 27th time. “I know ya got a stupid personal trainer an’ shit but ya don’t gotta rub it in.”

“Then learn to hit it back, mutt.”

“Stop tryin’ to drill it in my face, asshole!” Jounouchi weakly served, and the ball came back instantly, probably at ninety miles an hour. He avoided it, clenching his racket so hard to thought he’d break it. “Seriously?”

Kaiba rolled his eyes.

Huffing, Jounouchi grabbed the ball and threw it back to Kaiba, intentionally missing to make him run after it. Though Kaiba glided more than ran. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a perfect body. He was all legs—how long were those damn legs without shorts on?—and skinny as a twig. Without the studded shoulder pads or ridiculous coats and leather, Kaiba was just a lanky teenage boy who hadn’t finished growing into his limbs, though he was fortunate to have a pretty face. Maybe. Whatever.

Kaiba’s next serve caught Jounouchi off-guard, scrambling his thoughts and causing him him stumble to hit the ball back. He tripped over his own feet to reach every hit, but at least they were managing something that could be called a tennis match.

It was almost fun. Kaiba was almost nice; his hits were hard, fast, erratic, but Jounouchi was determined to keep up. He lost confidence when Kaiba hit a ball out of bounds.

“Ya don’t gotta play easy, either,” Jounouchi said.

“Don’t get cocky, mutt.”

“What? I mean, c’mon man. Ya whiffed that.”

“Please. Why would I do you any favours?”

Jounouchi shrugged. “Ya know there’s a mode called ‘normal’ in most games. You should try it sometime.”

Kaiba said nothing.

By the end of it, Jounouchi was happy to quickly shower off, even if it meant getting back into the ponzu-blood stained undershirt. He weaved through the locker room and kept his eyes down. The last thing he needed was more thoughts like the ones about Kaiba. He wanted to change and get going.

But his locker was distinctly missing an undershirt.

“Oh come fuckin’ on!” He groaned. “A’right! Which one of you jerks is stealin’ my clothes now?”

No one owned up to it. No matter how hard he pressed, everyone denied it. Who the hell wanted a blood-ponzu stained shirt, even if it was a prank?

One by one, Jounouchi’s classmates filed out and left him standing in the middle of a steamy locker room, half-dressed and wondering if there was someone who needed his shirt worse than he did. He grumbled in acceptance of that far out thought—it made it, along with this tedious day—easier to deal with.

Quickly, he gathered up his things, pausing at the half-used make-up jar. Right. That. He needed to give to back to Kaiba.

When Jounouchi to leave, he panicked and stumbled back into the lockers holding his chest.

“Shit, Kaiba! What the hell man, warn a guy?”

Kaiba raised a brow. “You’re really going to go to class without you’re shirt?”

“Ain’t like I got a choice. It’s sorta gone, if ya didn’t notice.” Wordlessly, Kaiba displayed the stained shirt in his left hand. “Why you freakin’ prick. I knew I shoulda hit ya with a ball you—“

“Same night?” Kaiba interrupted.

“Same night what?”

“As the black eye?”

Jounouchi pursed his lips and studied Kaiba. Ever the emotionless cinder-block, but there was a hint of something deep in him. His lips twitched and his eyes thinned waiting for an answer that Jounouchi didn’t owe him. But he felt compelled to speak nonetheless.

“I...I dunno.”

“No?”

“Don’t do laundry all that much. Essentials, ya know? Detergents expensive an’...”

“And it’s happened more than once?”

Jounouchi shrugged. “Once or twice. Ain’t keepin’ count.”

Kaiba’s lips parted and closed; for a second, Jounouchi saw something surreal. An anaemic smile, barren of any kind of pity or sympathy. It was more than knowing, too. It was like a wordless mental connection, brain-to-brain. With moneybags, of all people.

Kaiba shrugged off his jacket and quickly unbuttoned his undershirt, shrugging it off and extending it to Jounouchi.

“What’s this...?”

“A clean shirt.”

“No shit. I mean what are you doing?”

No response. And Jounouchi didn’t really know if he wanted an answer. It wasn’t everyday that Kaiba went around being magnanimous, though it seemed have to increased in frequency.

After several moments of staring, Jounouchi took the shirt and shrugged it on. It was too long for him, and the shoulders were too wide, but it was a good fit.

“So...what are you gonna wear?”

“I have another.”

“‘Course ya do,” Jounouchi said, but that didn’t change the fact that Kaiba gave him the literal shirt off his back. “What are ya gonna do with mine?”

“Wash it properly. Actually get the stains out.”

“Gonna bring my fresh-laundered clothes to class, then?”

Kaiba dressed and tucked the shirt in his satchel. “I was thinking you should stop by the estate on Sunday to pick it up.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Do ya want this back, then?” Jounouchi asked, proffering the make-up jar. Kaiba didn’t reply and left out the door.

It registered too late that he’d been invited to the fancy Kaiba estate, even if it was to pick up clothes. Something about that made butterflies flutter in his chest.

Maybe Kaiba wasn’t a prick, but he was still weird.

That was okay.

[peppermint-shamrock]

Abandoned WIP (2017 - Encourageshipping Sorcery AU)

I’ve decided I want to “declutter” my writing space by pruning WIPs I’m not likely to return to. But I think it would be a shame to just delete them, so I’m sharing the stuff I wrote. I hope they’ll provide some inspiration, or at least that you enjoy them, as incomplete as they are.

This is one of two Encourageshiping fics I had started to write for Encourageshipping Week 2017, but never finished. Only 286 words, I barely got this one started before dropping it. The premise is an AU where Atem is a reclusive sorcerer who Anzu goes to find to save her husband, Yuugi. I dropped it as a combination of discouragement from the lack of interest in the event, and having too vague of an idea to execute.

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Wandering alone out at night was dangerous.

Wandering alone out at night in the woods was even more so.

Wandering alone, out at night, in the woods where a powerful witch lived was so dangerous as to be foolhardy.

Wandering alone, out at night, in the woods where a powerful witch lived, and specifically seeking out that witch was…

Well, it wasn’t as though Anzu had a choice. She couldn’t stand by and let Yuugi be executed, and since it was the witch’s fault, she had to find that witch, and make him help Yuugi. If he truly cared about Yuugi as much as Yuugi said he did, then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

But Anzu was still afraid. Every story she knew, since childhood, said that witches were evil beings, agents of the devil, as fickle as they were wicked. The only help they offered came at the steepest price, and you always ended up on the worse side of the deal. Witches couldn’t be trusted, and they could easily ruin your life with their dark powers.

Yuugi must have known these stories too, but somehow, he befriended the witch anyway and became his lover. To hear Yuugi tell it, the witch was nothing like the stories, but rather a reserved but kind man who was maybe a bit rough around the edges when it came to interacting with normal people. It wasn’t that Anzu didn’t trust Yuugi, but…those stories didn’t fade from her mind so easily. Still, Yuugi had seemed happy, so she never minded much, although sometimes she worried. And until the rest of the town had found out, sharing her husband with a witch hadn’t seemed like such a bad thing.

[engelchenyugi]

Someone to believe in

Rivalshipping is one of the ships I actually see working out in canon-verse which is more thanks to Takahashi and his illustration for them.

(It feels great that one of my head-canons turned out to be realistic enough for even the mangaka to consider as a possibility.（๑✧∀✧๑）)

I see them forming a business relationship. Kaiba who came back from the Ancient times and made his peace with Atem now has to keep his eyes open in order to find a new rival which is Yuugi. There are quite a few things about Kaiba's and Yuugi's relationship people often seem to overlook. It wasn't Atem who first saw through Kaiba's mask but Yuugi. Yuugi who always had been an outsider in his class must have been used watching people.

He learned to read them because he adapted to them. He never wanted to make people angry or have them think ill of him which of course lead to him being more or less ignored by his classmates. Yuugi has shyness issues in the manga and he can't really say what he thinks as he fears hurting other people or being misunderstood. The manga explains Yuugi's personality, his complexes and how he deals with the people around him perfectly. When the manga starts, Yuugi has been in his class for quite a while but to the reader it is described in a way as if Yuugi was new there. He explains the minor characters and seems to have a lot of knowledge about them although he never actively talked to them. This way of narrative is pretty interesting and unusual.

He is wishing for friends and wants people to see him which is interesting as it shows that Yuugi has spent a lot of time just observing the people around him which explains why Yuugi can tell if someone lies or tells the truth. He has the ability to look through other people's lies which became all the more clearer when Kaiba exchanges his Blue Eyes White Dragon card with a copy.

No, even before that, we see Yuugi look at Kaiba with some kind of concern. He knows that Kaiba is up to something and he is sweating. Kaiba is smiling. Kaiba is acting. He acts like a normal teenager and if we see the whole picture, Kaiba is loved by the masses and he has fans all around the world which is also explained by the shareholders of Kaiba Corporation who only choose Kaiba as the CEO because of his popularity and his reputation among gamers. Kaiba is known as a genius. More than that, he knows how to manipulate people and make them like him. Kaiba is faking a smile and acts like a likable and kind person – which he is absolutely not, as he is pretty devious, self-centered and so full of himself.

Yuugi was the first person who ever saw through his masquerade and Kaiba should have paid more attention to Yuugi and not only to Atem. This is something he will learn after DSOD. I'm pretty sure that Kaiba will accept Yuugi as his true rival (since he already did acknowledge his skills in the end of DSOD) and that they will get closer in a human level during their work on Spherium. I like to imagine how this change slowly comes to them and how Kaiba more and more understands how much he needs people around him, especially his brother and Yuugi. Although Kaiba would never say so, he does need people around him, because if he is all by himself he is rather destructive. He pays no attention to himself and easily gets absorbed in his job, fully forgetting everything around him because he can't deal with his own weaknesses.

And this is something I find very interesting. Yuugi has full right to hate Kaiba. To avoid him, but he chooses not to. Yuugi makes a decision which is surprising to the reader (mostly to Jounouchi) and to Kaiba. He calls Kaiba a friend, saying that they have the same passion and that they're alike. He visits Kaiba in the hospital, fully knowing that he is not going to wake up. This alone shows that Yuugi has forgiven him and that he is even worried about his well-being. The man who put his friends in danger and tried to kill them. The man who would captivate him and make him face his own weaknesses. It's so difficult to understand why Yuugi would forgive him after everything he's done. It’s easy to say that Yuugi is in general a kind boy, but it’s not like he can’t be angry or hate people. Even Yuugi can be quite unforgiving and hold grudges, but there must have been something he gained from his encounter with Kaiba – something he realized during Death-T he wouldn’t have been able without him.

Kaiba and Yuugi have some kind of special bond between them and both know that. Maybe Yuugi is grateful to Kaiba because only due to Death-T he was finally able to address his true feelings and the possibility that there might be someone else inside him that is taking control over his body once he loses consciousness. He needed an extreme situation to say what was bothering him. Without the severe situation they were in, he would have never had the guts to tell his friends his fears. It was the whole situation, facing deaths and not knowing what's happening next, that made him despaired enough to address this matter – which was a good thing and helped him to overcome his fear and realize that his friends would always be there for him, even if he had another person inside him. 

Yuugi calls Kaiba a friend. He offers him help. Both manga and anime. He never shows negative feelings towards the man who put him into hell and even laughed at his misery. There is a lot of respect between them, especially coming from Yuugi’s side who would address him with “Kaiba-kun” while Kaiba would just call him by his forename. Yuugi has a lot of respect for Kaiba and seems to admire him in a way. Yuugi, just like Atem, considers Kaiba a noble duelist. And this way of thinking, the way he sees Kaiba, is to me really exciting to explore.

Kaiba must have realized that, too. Kaiba knows what a kind person Yuugi is and that it makes no difference for their awkward relationship whether he pushes him away, because Yuugi keeps coming back. Yuugi does not give him up and that is something Kaiba needs. Kaiba needs a person who is willing and able to stand up against him and does not mind being rejected. Kaiba rejects Yuugi so many times and shows him that he does not believe in his friendship-is-magic bullshit that one should think Yuugi would finally give up on him. But the more often Kaiba rejects him, the more likely for Yuugi to come back.

And that's why I like their relationship. Kaiba is an asshole and Yuugi still chooses to be nice to him and call him a friend. This whole relationship is messed up and the older they get, the more Kaiba will understand how important Yuugi is for him.

Personally, I really have problems imagining Kaiba in a lovey-dovey relationship because he is does not like showing his weak sides since he is afraid people might take advantage of him. Due to his past with Gozaburo he was taught to suppress his own emotions and strive for success. As the mangaka said, Gozaburo truly thought that this was the best and he actually considered himself a good father which is why he never realized the slowly growing madness inside his son. Furthermore, Kaiba truly regrets having killed his father. He considers himself a patricide and this burdens him. Even stated by the author of the manga:

“To Kaiba, he was a father, but he just wasn't a "typical" father. When he carried out his administration shift, Seto didn't think that Gozaburo would die. Now without a foe due to Gozaburo taking his own life, he slowly started to lose his sanity. He himself felt guilty of committing "patricide." Being an important keyword in this series, the word "patricide" always haunts him. You could say Gozaburo implanted the design that "games equal death" into Seto.”

Kaiba has emotions. Kaiba is easily manipulated. Kaiba is a human-being and it's not like he never regrets anything. There are plenty of things that haunt him. He is obsessed with crushing the past and find a way to the future, because he himself can't go on. He can't do that. He can't forget his past and is chained down by his memories. He needs to repeat these words so often not to convince Yuugi-tachi but himself. Fighting against his own emotions, his past and bounds to other people gives him strength and he seems to believe that this is the only way to reach the future. Abandoning anything around you is the only way to focus.The only way to create a path to the future is to destroy everything. Kaiba tends to think in extremes. All or nothing. Black or white. There is no middle way and he is not willing to accept any other people who oppose his way of thinking.

I'd like to quote something that Takahashi said about Yuugi's and Kaiba's relationship:

“[...]Seto searched for the meaning in fighting said to take down your opponent down in a game on your own. Fighting, and, for example, what's known as war, is a battle between two nations, while Seto considers fighting a personal war to the bitter end. That's why I think Yuugi's character is so significant. Seto, without Yuugi as his rival and without an enemy that he must topple, would not be able to exist.“

Kaiba can't exist without Yuugi, because he would choose the path of destruction and lose himself. Although the mangaka is talking about Yami no Yuugi, rather Atem, it’s something that I see as a general character trait of Kaiba. Kaiba needs someone who gives him a reason to keep fighting, someone to believe in. As shown in DSOD, Kaiba can't deal loss. He absolutely can't. He would never openly admit it or say it out loud, there is a special connection between him and Atem. (I know that the dub destroyed this moment and made him say something he wouldn't say, but I just ignore the bullshit America once again came up for Yuugiou and instead pay more attention to the original version.)

Kaiba does not need to say what he thinks, because it's obvious. His expression shows how he truly feels and that this rivalry-thingy he has going on with Atem is much more than that, equaling the love to an important brother you need to have by your side to realize your own mistakes and show you the way. Atem is Kaiba’s mentor. Kaiba is focused so much on Atem that he can’t see the world around him anymore. That’s just what he is and even in the future, Kaiba will need someone who gives him a reason to be alive. Someone who motivates him to grow and improve and the only one fitting for that role is Yuugi. Yuugi is the only only capable of handling him and has proven that he is worthy to be his next rival.

The movie makes sure to show that Kaibas has a place to return to and that meeting Atem is not the last or the ending of his journey but only a stepping stone to a brighter future where his past stops haunting him.

And later on, it's Yuugi who will fill this role, even going far beyond that. Working together, sharing their passion for games and being able to live their dreams and make anything happen they desire will help Kaiba to regain his humanity. Of course, he will never go head over heels for Yuugi and tell him how much he loves him, because his actions and his looks are enough to ensure Yuugi that Kaiba absolutely treasures him.

[yandereyugioh]

“   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” for platonic yandere Dark Magician For Yuugi please?

Fair warning, this is pretty long. It’s somewhere around 1,467, because I added a few more words on here. I had an absolute blast with this one. 

Want to request something? :)

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Yuugi didn’t know where he was. It was dark and cold and the puzzle had been taken from him. It happened so fast, too fast for him to let the crawling feeling rise and let Yami take over. He didn’t know what these people wanted. After they took the puzzle, they tied him up, blindfolded him, and dragged him to be left in what he assumed to be a basement. A very poorly kept basement. 

If he focussed hard enough he could hear water dripping somewhere within the room. He really didn’t want to be soaked in water so he hoped it wasn’t a major leak. 

These thoughts were all that kept his panic at bay. If he didn’t focus on anything he was going to go insane. Maybe not actually, but he couldn’t stand to be alone with what he really wanted to think about. Like what these people were going to do to him. Or the puzzle. Or what was going to happen to Yami. Or if they were going to hurt him or even kill him and shit his grandpa would be so distraught over his death. Yuugi couldn’t do that to his grandpa, he was the only family he really had left.

 Was it selfish if he was more worried about himself than the puzzle? It sure felt like it. Deep down he knew Yami could take care of himself and he knew that no one but him knew what the puzzle really contained. If someone just wore the puzzle, Yami could come out and defend himself and get back to Yuugi. But he was defenseless otherwise. 

Ramble, ramble, ramble. Keep rambling, Yuugi would distantly think. Focus on something. Not the fear. Anything but the fear. Was this what dissociating felt like? Perhaps but Yuugi would have to search up the definition of it if- when, he frantically told himself, when not if- he got out of here. Because this could be something wildly different. 

His heart hammered in his chest and his breaths were starting to come faster. Oh god, he was going to die down here. He was going to die and leave grandpa all alone and the puzzle was probably going to be sold off and what was going to happen to Yami? And no one knew where he was and-

Yuugi couldn’t stop the onslaught of his terrified thoughts. Absolutely no one knew where he was. Jonouchi had left at the start of the school break to visit his sister, Honda was babysitting his nephew today, and Anzu had her dance class today. Tears pricked his eyes and he berated himself. If only he decided that he could wait to go out and buy the new card pack that had come out. If only he decided to put a hold on his search for another magician to keep his own Dark Magician company in his deck for another day. Why couldn’t he have just waited? 

Meanwhile, another was sharing Yuugi’s panic. 

Yami was trapped inside his puzzle. Since none of the goons had yet thought to wear it, he couldn’t do anything. His magic could only do so much. The curses he could place on them would not help Yuugi in the slightest so he had to think carefully.

One wrong move and everything was over for both Yuugi and himself. Needless to say, he was extremely stressed out. He passed back and forth in the entrance to his maze. Yuugi’s soul room was no longer connected to him and it frightened him. It made him feel less real. He felt as if he was going to sink into the shadows and never return. 

“What can I do?” Yami muttered, his tone full of anger and frustration. He pulled his hair and wracked his mind. His power heavily relied on games but that was the problem. With him stuck in here, he had no way to challenge these wretched bastards to a game. In fact, the only thing Yuugi had on him was his money and his Dark Magician. 

Yami stopped his passing and smiled as if his thought was amusing. The amusement didn’t reach his eyes. While his magic couldn’t affect the men holding himself and Yuugi hostage in a beneficial way, he could use it on something else. 

Gasping sobs echoed throughout the room. They weren’t very loud, but hearing them put Yuugi into his own hell loop. He didn’t want his captors to hear him but hearing his cries echo throughout the room set him off. It made him panic, which in turn, made it harder to try and prevent his sobs. He was so focused on his fear and trying to muffle his cries that he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone. The blindfold prevented him from seeing anyone so it didn’t matter. 

What mattered was that when someone human-like touched him, he screamed. He never heard the basement door open or anyone come down the steps. 

“Don’t scream, it’s okay.” The man soothed. He pulled the blindfold off him and the first thing Yuugi noted was how bright the room was now. The second thing was that the light was coming from a staff…? The last thing was that Dark Magician was in front of him and was untying him. “I’m here to help you.  I just need you to stay silent, can you do that?” Dark Magician smiled at him. 

Yuugi nodded and took a shaky deep breath. “I can do that,” he whispered.

Dark Magician beamed at him and patted his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He carefully picked Yuugi up and shifted him into one arm. “Hold on tight.” 

Yuugi nodded and gripped his armor. He slumped against his chest and tears, once again, fell down his face. This nightmare was finally coming to an end. Soon, he’d be back home with Yami. 

It didn’t take long for Dark Magician to get out of the dank basement. Once he was out and standing in front of the door, he gripped his staff. From what his other master told him, getting rid of the threats should be easy. But Yuugi’s safety took priority so he had to be absolutely certain that he’d be safe. He made sure Yuugi couldn’t see what he was about to do. 

“What the hell? Who are you!?” 

As Dark Magician raised his staff, Yuugi tensed. Dark Magician’s kind smile twisted into a sneer. Without a word, he made the man disappear. He wasn’t needed, Dark Magician knew he’d find the puzzle eventually. Its power could be easily felt. 

Soon, he had found the last few of the group. Most had tried to attack him but others tried to flee. None escaped or harmed Yuugi. 

“Please, don’t hurt me!” the last one begged. “You-You want the golden necklace, ri-right? Here!” -he tossed it at Dark Magician and it caught onto the staff- “take it! I won’t ever come after you again!” 

Dark Magician tilted his head. “And what makes you so certain that I’ll spare you? After all, you did harm my masters.” 

The man started crying and his pleas for his life fell on deaf ears. He wasn’t pitied, not in the slightest. Dark Magician recalled what Yuugi looked like, tied up and sobbing in a disgusting, dark basement and he snarled, “You deserve not an ounce of kindness, let alone the kindness of facing me. But you are in luck,” he chuckled dryly. “The one who summoned me does not have the energy to punish you. Give the rest of the damned my sincerest farewell.” 

He raised his staff and that was it. 

The next day, the police had not a single lead on what had happened to the gang. 

After that, Yuugi had gained a new friend. Said new friend was currently encouraging Yuugi to wait until at least Jonouchi had returned from his trip to get him a companion card. 

“It’s okay, Yuugi,” he said softly. “I can wait longer for another magical companion. I have you.” 

“If you’re sure.” Yuugi shuffled his cards and carefully placed them onto the floor.

“I am very sure. Jonouchi scares off weak gangs like that without even trying. They’re all scared of him.” 

“I’ve noticed. But I didn’t want to ask him.” 

Dark Magician nodded. He gripped his staff and watched Yuugi carefully as he planned his own made-up game. Yuugi is fragile, his mind told him. Keep an eye on him. Protect him. 

And until Yuugi’s grandfather came upstairs from the game shop, he watched over him. Regrettably, he had to transform back into a card so as to not frighten the grandfather. But he wasn’t worried. It wouldn’t be long before Yuugi needed him again. Whether it be for company or protection, he would certainly be needed again. It was guaranteed.