#bakura is not happy about it

[hanase]

[zxal]

let's meet again

[mywaywardcupcake]

I offer two ships for your judgement: Shrimpshipping and Heartshipping. Thank you!

Oh! I love it I love it! It's definitely one of my fave ships! I used to have a sideblog (that I kept forgetting about and eventually deleted because who can remember to post to those??) That was dedicated to these two! I just love these two together so much. Definitely a guilty pleasure, especially since I don't ever talk about them!

Again, it's an absolute favorite. I love these two together. They 100% need therapy and can relate to each other that no one else could. They both deserve love and happiness and all good things. They're so sweet to each other! Absolute perfection!

[fat-butch-dyke]

Marik sighed softly from where he sat beside Ryou, occasionally sneaking a glance toward him. He almost regretted it everytime.

Dark bags circled the pale boy's eyes, making him look weary and aged far beyond his years. He looked almost skeletally thin, his clothes hanging off of him far more than they did the last time the two of them had been in a room together. Everytime he shifted his shirt sleeve moved up, the dark scar on his upper arm peeking out and sending a sharp flash of regret through Marik and making his chest tighten.

Ryou had joined his friends on their trip to Egypt, to lay the Pharaoh's soul to rest, and they'd all been staying with the Ishtar family during their time in the country. Everyone seemed tired, Yugi's nervous energy almost managing to make even Rishid ansty. But none of them seemed quite as weary as Ryou, who's very frame seemed wracked with the sorrows of a life he hadn't lived. 

Marik was lost, unsure if he could help and much less what he'd even be able to do. It wasn't even like they were particularly friends, the last time Marik had even seen him was when a vengeful spirit had been puppeteering his body and that didn't really offer much in the way of bonding. The group in the room with them played games, bantering and laughing like they weren't planning on sending another of their dearest friends off to the afterlife come the morning. And Ryou tried his best to participate, leaning in when Yugi spoke to him and smiling up at Jonouchi as he danced around the room with Rishid.

But his mind seemed far off, so distant no one could seem to hope to reach him. Marik sighed again, almost sad at the thought of a soul like his so battered and worn down so early on in its life. Marik certainly wasn't much different, he still bore the marks of his own inner darkness and everyday he found himself worn down with exhaustion.

Ever since Battle City, he'd done everything he could to atone for his actions and as far as he was aware, he'd gotten redemption from his new group of friends and his family. Not that he felt he deserved it. It'd take much more than that to ease the burden he bore, the guilt that still gnawed at him from the depths of his soul. The fear that some semblance of the evil creature who'd taken his body over was still inside him, lying and waiting for its next chance to take him over again. 

"Are you ok?" A soft voice came from beside him and Marik jumped, blinking as he stared around the now empty room. Well empty save for him and Ryou, the latter of which was looking at him with eyes so full of warmth and understanding it almost made him uncomfortable.

"I…where did everyone go?" He asked quickly, narrowly avoiding the question as he looked away. He could still feel Ryou's eyes on him, a gentle gaze he didn't deserve. 

"They went to bed," he said quietly, shifting a bit on the couch so he could hug his legs, resting his chin on his knees. "They were tired. You should head to bed too I suppose, it's an early morning for everyone."

Marik paused, glancing towards him slowly and frowning. Ryou's gaze was fixed on the coffee table, empty eyes staring off into the endless void before him.

"What about…you?" Marik asked quietly, stiffening at the soft sad laugh Ryou let out.

"Oh no, I'm not tired," he murmured weakly, tilting his head a bit to glance at Marik again. A piece of his hair fell off his shoulder, exposing the pale expanse of his neck and Marik's heart stuttered. "I find sleep doesn't help me much these days."

Marik froze, his eyes widening as he stared at Ryou before letting out a weak sigh. "It doesn't…do much for me either, I'm afraid," he muttered quietly. Ryou's soft hum of understanding eased the tightness in his shoulders a bit and Marik smiled at him softly. They stayed quiet for a long moment, reveling in the moment of peace they'd seemed to find in each other's company before Ryou let out a quiet sigh.

"It's not your fault," he said softly.

Marik took a long moment to process the words that left Ryou's lips, his heart stuttering as he stared at him. Ryou's tired gaze returned to him and the pale boy smiled, soft and warm and so full of gentle kindness Marik felt like he was suffocating.

"What?" He breathed shakily, his shoulders tense as they stared at each other.

Ryou's smile widened and he hummed quietly, seemingly leaning in a bit closer. "It's not your fault," he repeated quietly, slower. So Marik could understand him. "I know you blame yourself for a lot but it's not your fault. None of us are mad at you, ok?" Marik's chest tightened and he could feel his eyes stinging, almost like he was going to cry but he couldn't. Not now. Not in front of Ryou. 

Ryou's hand reached toward him, gently placing it on top of Marik's and he gasped, almost flinching as he stared down at where their skin touched. Marik felt like he was on fire, his heart hammering so hard he was certain it would pound right out of his chest and land in his lap but the small brush of Ryou's fingers over the back of his hand managed to calm the inferno just a bit, the first bit of water after a drought. 

"I'm not mad at you," he said quietly, squeezing Marik's hand and watching the way tears pooled in his eyes, overflowing before he could stop them. 

Marik felt like he had spent his whole life drowning in the dark, clawing his way through it and frantically looking for any morsel of light. And Ryou seemed to have his own personal sun radiating from within him, banishing away any semblance of night and bathing Marik in his heavenly glow. 

"How could you…how could you not be?" He murmured weakly and his voice sounded strained even to him, raw and broken and full of longing. Ryou gently brushed his hand through Marik's hair, pushing some back from his face and smiling at him. 

"Because I know what it's like to be trapped in the dark," he said quietly, softly brushing his thumb over Marik's cheek to wipe away his tears. "It's scary and it's hard and everyday you think you could just die, you wish you would. You lay down and almost pray you won't wake up and then when you do it's disappointing, like peace has been ripped away from you."

Marik's eyes widened as he stared at Ryou, pausing before slowly reaching his own shaking hand out to clumsily tuck a piece of white hair behind his ear. Ryou sighed softly, leaning into his touch with a weak smile and nodding at him slowly.

"I understand," he said quietly, gently touching Marik's wrist and pressing his cheek into his palm. Ryou's skin felt cold and Marik shivered softly before slowly leaning in closer, letting Ryou rest his head on his shoulder. They melted into each other, the comfort of one lost soul finding another and finally letting themselves fall. It felt warm. It felt safe.

"I'm sorry," Marik whispered quietly, resting his head on top of Ryou's as their battle worn bodies relaxed.

"I know," Ryou breathed, melting into Marik's warmth and sighing softly, gently tangling their fingers together. "But you don't have to be. Not to me."

[ryoubandwagon]

[ID: A digital illustration of Bakura Ryou from the shoulders up. He’s smiling with noticeable dimples on his cheeks. /end ID.]

Tried some new style things this weekend. Have a Ryou to pass the time!

[liberationwasboundtohappen]

Emeraldshipping Ramble

Because I'm stressed because I have no way to work and I'm worried I'm gonna get fired for it even though I have PTO LMAO and this ship makes me feel safe and happy. --- I like to imagine that she found him lying face-down in the ground after the Millennium World arc with a fresh adult body, dubious mortality, and a chip on his shoulder a mile wide.

She looked after him and nursed him back to health. He repays his debts, so he sticks around. Then he starts getting...attached. She's an older woman, but what the hell does that mean to someone who's thousands of years old? Compared to Bakura, she's a mayfly. And they just have this very comfortable existence together. They have a quiet understanding that they're sticking together, and Izuku even accepts him as "Mom's friend Bakura" (and Bakura definitely doesn't see Izuku as the son he desperately wants with Inko, nope). As she starts to get older, Bakura realizes he can't age. He's immortal. And after he finds Inko crying one day, she confesses her feelings. She's in love with him, even though she knows she shouldn't be; he's handsome and so, so much younger than she is. But he tells her that it's okay, because he loves her too. And there may be a way for them to be together, even with their age difference... Cue him using magic and begging (well, more like demanding, but they see it for the desperation that it is) the Gods to bind his immortal soul with hers, so that they may have a shared existence. They take pity on the two lovers and allow their souls to be bound, with Inko's apparent age matching Bakura's. The stipulation for this is simple: They must do their will on Earth. They must protect the afterlife from interference after Kaiba decided to fuck with everything and bring the Pharaoh back to have a mortal life. They accept this, and continue to live a very quiet life together. Izuku is confused but happy for them. ... Though he does wish they'd act a little less like newlyweds whenever he's around...

[chimerafflesia]

the twisted fucking freak is home and i am so overcome with emotion you would think i was photographing my newborn child i am just. so happy he's here i remember the day they announced him back in february and i legit cried lmfao

[ectoplasmer]

voicing how I get insecure over the fact that I can’t handle horror as well as the bakurae can because i’m a wimp and having a 50/50 chance of being met with a response like “oh no that’s fine!! that just means you’re more sane than me” or “you haven’t seen nor experienced nearly the amount things I have but yes you are a wimp”

[mirpuzzle]

If I may add more Occultshipping propaganda 😈👻

Imagine falling in love with the person you admire and fear. I like how something that starts with a duel to see who's scarier continues with them bonding over their love for the occult in Duel Links.

And if you'd like some fluff, read Whim's fic! It's precious ❤️

Round 1: Poll 2

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Identityshipping (Ryou Bakura/Rishid Ishtar | Odion Ishtar)

Propaganda: I know it’s pretty obscure but to be honest me and a friend got into it a while back pretty much just bc we love Rishid SO MUCH and him & Bakura are both traumatized sweeties who deserve the best. I think they’d get along well and be happy and kind… it’s a comfort ship basically

Pairing 2: Occultshipping (Yami Bakura/Ghost Kotsuzuka | Bonz)

Propaganda: Yami Bakura enjoys scaring Kotsuzuka, and while Kotsuzuka finds Yami Bakura terrifying, he also admires him for it. They could scare everyone, together!

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be banished to the Shadow Realm.

[kujakumai]

Yami Bakura would be totally cool with heartshipping actually and by that I mean maliciously happy about any relationship Bakura could have that keeps them in orbit of the millennium items. He'd be like super supportive and wingman-y about it in a way that sets off everyone's red flags. The moment a rightfully-suspicious Atem questions his motives he's going to be like "wow :/ I can't believe you're not supporting yugi in this :/ are you jealous :/ do you hate young love or something :/" and Atem will be sooo mad

[bakawitch]

Au, where Bakura is a serial killer and Ryou is a true crime enthusiast. One day, Bakura is just going about his business, trying to dispose of a body when Ryou appears and catches him off guard. Ryou is a wide-eyed idiot whose current fixation just so happens to be The Ring Killer (who just so happens to be Bakura). Despite his innocent, naive get up, Ryou has an insanely analytical mind, and he was able to deduce where The Ring Killer would be based on a few arbitrary clues. Bakura tries to deny it, but Ryou insists that he has to be The Ring Killer and that his secret is safe with him because he's actually a big fan of Bakura.

Bakura contemplates killing him for a while but eventually decides against it and asks Ryou to prove his intentions by helping him get rid of the body. Ryou is weirdly enthusiastic about the whole thing, and even after the deed is done, he follows Bakura around. Ryou gets really attached to Bakura for some reason, and they eventually develop a symbiotic relationship with each other. Ryou provides Bakura with information, helps him out with murder stuff, and advice about logically what the police's next move would be, and in return, Bakura keeps him reluctant company.

As predicted, Ryou turns out to be equally if not more messed up than Bakura and eventually kills some hired gun who went after Bakura after he killed some highly influential rich guy. Ryou's very happy that he has another thing in common with Bakura now, and Bakura ends up realising that Ryou is more terrifying and worse than he is. The only problem for him being is that he's not sure whether he's scared shitless or if he's kind of into that. Weird murder-romance dark humour hijinks ensue further!

[thieveszine]

🎮 Success! Diabound has joined your party 🐍🤍

(Malik doesn't seem too happy about that...)

Next up: Help Bakura and Malik avoid the traps and navigate their way to the treasure room! Cheer them on with 30 Reblogs and 75 Likes!

[jess-jessitiz]

The thing about Yugioh GX is that this series is fresh off it's original run, and gives you Jaden. And you think, "Ah, this guy is gonna be similar to Yugi." And he seems, at the start, like a version of Yugi who can actually approach people and isn't cursed with Short. Seems cheerful and happy to make friends.

And then you sit with him a little longer and you think, "Ok, this Syrus character is actually more of a Yugi analog, so maybe he's more like Joey," in that he's not always picking up the social cues and thinks with his stomach. But the show's still like "this is the destiny guy"

And then when his friends are in trouble he's always cheering them on, so a little Tea in there. And he's just a really simple dork sometimes, so we can mix Tristan in there too.

And then season 3 happens and the show reveals he's actually most like Ryou Bakura.

[philistiniphagottini]

your tkb smut from a couple weeks back has been literally living in my head rent free, something about the way you write him scratches an itch in my brain <3 could you maybe write something about him and cunnilingus + (giving) praise with a fem!reader? please and thank you!

Oh my god thank you Anon. I'm really happy that you enjoy my writing. Thanks for sending in a request, hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, oral sex (fem receiving), slight praise, female reader

"Ahh, Bakura."

You sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth, kiss swollen lips trembling as another pleasant tingle raced along your curved spine. Your blood simmered with an unbearable heat, sweat prickling your bare flesh and every hair on the nape of your neck standing up as Bakura dragged his rough tongue through your creamy folds. There was no finesse to the way his tongue delved through your slick pussy, pushing and prodding until your wet sex opened up like a delicate desert flower in bloom.

Another whimper bubbled up the back of your throat as you writhed under his ministrations, hands fisting the silken sheets hugging your body and pulling the material taut between your fingers. Your eyelashes brushed against your burning cheeks as warmth licked at the base of your spine, slowly trickling and coiling in the pit of your stomach as Bakura delved his tongue deeper into your sticky folds. Long wisps of his snowy hair tickled the sensitive insides of your plush thighs, setting every single nerve in your body on edge as another pleasant tingle wracked your spine. Your hand tried to reach for the back of his head when another violent tremor left you feeling breathless, but before your fingertips could curl around his locks, he snatched your wrist. His grip was firm as he wrenched your hand away, slowly guiding it back to the comfort of the sweat soaked sheets where it belonged.

His eyes danced with mirth as he stared up at you, parting from your tender heat with a slick pop as he breathed deeply. Your intoxicating scent curled in his lungs, his hungry eyes roving over your bare form spread beneath him, eyes fixated on your dripping centre. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet at the sound that clawed at the back of his throat, a wicked smile lighting his features as you slowly crumbled beneath him.

"You taste like the ripest of fruits" Bakura mused.

Your eyes traced the movement of his tongue as he slowly dragged it over his parched mouth, the tip peeking between his lips like the flicker of a snake’s forked tongue. Your hips trembled in his grasp as his hands sank into generous amounts of skin, the soft pudge spilling between the digits as he dipped his head back between your supple thighs. You threw your head back with a loud whine of his name, the cold metal of his rings biting against your heated skin as he pulled your hips flush to his mouth. A chuckle breezed past his lips as the tip of his tongue poked at the hood of your clit, the pretty pearl sitting at the top of your pussy flushing to life from the sudden attention.

"What a good little Pet" he said, his hot breath soaking through your sticky folds. "Keep singing my praises just like that."

Without further warning he dove straight back down, mouth latched onto your pussy like he was a parched man and you were the oasis in the desert. The hot coil in your stomach twister tighter as another violent spike of pleasure made your toes curl hard into the soles of your feet. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your nails threatened to tear holes into the sheets beneath you, debauched sounds spilling from your mouth in a cacophony of delirious pleasure. Your lungs pinched in your chest, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling with arousal as Bakura sucked your clit into his warm mouth. You could barely think past the thick haze clouding your mind as your thighs tensed, ready to clamp down on his head if given the opportunity. But Bakura was so exceedingly good at keeping your legs spread wide open for his viewing pleasure, his grip on your thighs almost bruising as he made you feel every slow, torturous drag of his tongue along your dripping slit. Beads of arousal dripped down your quaking thighs as his teeth nibbled on your tender clit, teasing the tightly packed bundle of nerves as stars wavered in your vision.

His sun kissed skin was searing to the touch as his nails raked along your flesh, carving crescent shaped marks into your skin. It felt like your heart leapt up into your throat as he dragged his rough tongue over the aching nerves of your clit, the fierce flames boiling in your stomach until you couldn’t handle it anymore. It felt like a bolt of electricity raced along your back as the hot coil in your stomach shattered into a million fragments, flooding your veins with white hot relief. You screamed until your voice stung in your throat, struggling to keep your eyes uncrossed as your drooling pussy clenched around nothing, the empty feeling only making you squirm for more. You could hear Bakura humming low in his throat as he continued to lap up the juices from your core like it was a sweet nectar, your body trembling as his tongue poked against the raw, hot nerve of your clit. The little bud twitched when he suckled it back into his hot mouth, teeth applying pressure as your overstimulated nerves made you shriek.

A mirthful laugh rumbled in his chest as he pulled back with a loud pop, your body shaking like a leaf in the wind. Your mind was still spinning, nerves all frayed at the ends as your senses sluggishly crawled back to you. You mewled softly when you felt Bakura’s tongue flickering against your sopping entrance, tongue eager to plunge into the depths. You tried to crawl away from him, but with an irritated pinch between his brow he simply dragged you back towards his greedy mouth.

"Wait, I just came" you exclaimed with a heady slur.

The muscles in your shoulders tensed as Bakura pressed his nose against the aching button of your clit, all noise of protest simpering down as you swallowed around the lump in your throat. You could feel his hot breath on your messy pussy again as his eyes flicked up to your face, a devilish grin lighting up his face as his sharp teeth glinted beneath the flicker of pale candlelight.

"And? I’ve yet to have my fill."

[puzzl-d]

Un pas de deux avec une reine.

– "A duet with a queen."

What am I looking at? An MMF ballet AU featuring mainly Thief king Bakura, Yami Yugi, and genderbent Atem! Set in 1910 Paris, it's a winter tragedy playing out in the lead up to New Year's Eve.

Summary? Atem Sennen, reining queen of the Parisian ballet world, comes into a pinch when her duet partner Mahad becomes gravely injured and unable to dance the grand opening of the newly built Millennium Stage with her. To make up for it, her instructor puts her into classes with their studio's most promising male talents: Bakura and Yami. Well versed in duets and with opposing goals of their own, they take on the challenge of scoring the coveted couple's dance with Atem. But she really, really doesn't want to dance with either of them.

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Heyyyy, how's it going? Look at me posting a personal project again! I figured it might be time to stop moping and instead share an AU that I've been working on recently. I'm really excited for it and I already wrote a lot of notes plus some words.

It's a proper Sad Story a la Moulin Rouge (iykyk), told from everyone's perspective except Atem's to really hammer home how Atem is treated by the YGO narrative: as a caretaker who only exists as an extension of others' stories. Hence also the genderbend. Which is also intended as a commentary on how women were so rarely allowed to tell their own stories.

The ship is self indulgent to the max though. It feeds back into the narrative, TKB as Atem's foil and YY as Atem's mirror. But ultimately? It is because I want it to be. What's more self indulgent than a rare pair that doesn't yet exist? The caste is super self indulgent too, it's in no way happy or fun. This is a tragedy for a reason! Hurt fic my beloved <3

I don't know how I'll finish this or how I'll keep writing it? I have a ton of ideas but energy levels are crashing more often than not, so I'm having a lot of trouble with writing or doing anything really. But it would be really cool to write or post it in the countdown to NYE, at the same time that the story plays out. Well, I suppose we will see.

Feel free to ask questions in the ask box or comments, I'll happily talk about them <3

Also pls don't judge my French, I don't actually speak it, I used a translator </3 Tell me if it's wrong though, I'll change it <3333

[imbadatwrighting]

Could i get a ryou bakura, y.bakura, yugi, atem, joey and marik(not y.marik) x fem reader(separate of course) when the reader who is not in a relationship with them decides to crawl into bed with them during a sleep over due to not being able to sleep and they both have major crushes on each other but they get overly flustered when they wake up to reader cuddled up to their chest

I just thought this was a really cute idea and haven’t seen anyone do this

Ofc I’ll be happy to do that <3 the only thing is imma change it to gender neutral

I literally love this though

Yugioh boys with an unexpected cuddle buddy

Tags (is that what you call them?? Idk) : gn reader, tired reader, super super short, idk what else to add mb

Joey Wheeler

Listen, I'm not saying he screamed but I'm not saying he didn't scream either

He was so confused

Moves around a lot in bed so when he woke up he was resting his head on your thighs

Refuses to tell anyone about it but is always thinking about it

If you're with him right before he falls asleep, he's super fun

Until he randomly passes out but still

A super big snorer

Like he literally sounds like a car alarm

Super warm on some night but then on other nights feels like an icicle

Yugi Muto

Cutie woke up as soon as you hopped into his bed

Thought you just got into the wrong bed

tried to tell you that but you just screamed and threw a pillow at him

When you told him you wanted to sleep in his bed he offered to sleep somewhere else but you then told him you wanted to sleep with him

Got all red

Joey was still up and overheard it so he thought you two were going to have sex

Told everyone the next day

Anyways

He was very stiff in the beginning but once he fell asleep he was super comfy

Asked you on a date the next day

Yami Yugi

Like Yugi he woke up as soon as you got into his bed

Except with him he didn't say anything to you

Put an arm around you

Let you cuddle up against him

Was so cold that it evened out the warm blankets which is weird considering that in the day he's super hot

escpecially his hands but not like sweaty hot

Didn't say anything about it the next day but couldn't get it out of his head

Lets you come into his bed as much as you want

Bakura

When he woke up he didn't really notice you at first

Cuddled up to you thinking that you were a pillow and dreamed that the pillow was you

Until his pillow started snoring

Eyes shot wide open and he jumped up

Thought he saw the lights for a moment

He had to hold in a scream while his face became covered in blush. Became a nervous wreck

Woke you up by shaking you while whispering in your ear

You kicked him off his own bed

Not that he cared

Thought he was dreaming but when he found out he wasn't, he went and made you breakfast in bed

Y. Bakura

Literally did not care at all

The only reason that he even thought about it was that you kept stealing his damn blankets

He ended up being the one to start the little cuddle fest

Was pissed that you kept stealing his blankets but he thought that you wouldn't be back so he didn't say anything

Oh how wrong he was

Usually wakes up before you and does his own thing

He honestly considered passing you along

Eventually gave up

A good cuddle when he falls asleep but refuses to be close to you when awake

you being in his bed most nights made him super cocky though

Malik Ishtar

Best cuddles known to man frfr

He didn't technically wake up when you came into his bed but he somehow knew that you did

Super chill about it in the morning

Unless you brought it up, he didn't

Said that you could come over anytime you wanted to

Wrote about it in his diary

It's his favorite part of the day

Always smiles and looks forward to you coming over

you two got together after a couple more nights of you staying in his bed

Brags about it with people he's close to

Always ends up with him on your chest or the other way around, no matter what

Bonus

I’m in love with her frfr

Mai Valentine

Already knew you were coming

Don't ask how she just did

If you come before she falls asleep then be prepared to be forced to do face masks, no matter how tired you are and listen to her talk shit about other people

If you come after she falls asleep then prepare to have her involuntary push your head into her chest

Warm cuddle buddy but her room in always cold so it doesn't really matter

Sleeps in so if you don't then be prepared for you to be stuck in her arms for a couple hours

Smirks whenever she wakes up and you start blushing