#human yb

[yandere-to-express]

This bottom one a gorgeous work of a real life artist l just put here for realistic human yb chocoline_art

This is one down here is neizvestny-nz

[neizvestny-nz]

Happiness / Pain

[dunbarreviews]

Welcome to Dunbar Reviews!

💙 Mod's name is James and goes by he/they, main blog's @scoliosisgoblin

💙 James makes all of the art on here, if you've got a prompt, he'll probably do it — UNLESS it's nsfw (suggestive is fine depending on how intense)

💙 Our yb's nickname is Blue, he/him, but will answer to pretty much anything

💙 Blue's a product reviewer, send some products over in the ask and he'll leave a review (with images too)

💙 Dni: racists, transphobics, homophobics, proshippers, minors, Fuboo defenders, sexists, SA fetishists, etc

💙 This blog doesn't associate with Inverted Mind inc.

💙 Dm's will be ignored

Enjoy your stay ;)

💙 Blue is romanceable, but won't be obsessed with you immediately (more is a slow-burn yandere narrative)

💙 Header by myself and @marlomagica

[scoliosisgoblin]

anyway, here's Jay and Peter au's

based on looks Jay would be Gomez and Peter would be Morticia, though their personalities are switched, sooo

[nomaishuttle]

rambled too long so im continuing

[ectoplasmer]

actually no I think it’d be really funny if my hs s/i and my ygo s/i switched places

[anothergroupie]

Stickers available on my Red Bubble 🖤

One of my goals is start tattooing this year, so I'm currently saving some money to invest in tattoo supplies ✨

[indeedgoodman]

[traitimdoithay]

UGHHH i still wish we knew what yb was thinking here like… that wordless panel of him in the first page conveys so much unspeakable emotions? like we know first and foremost he needs ryou to stay alive for the end of his plan but that panel implies that there’s more to his thoughts than what he’s revealing

as much as i’d like to fuel my “big brother yami bakura” agenda and say that he's protecting ryou because some part of him has come to care for ryou, i feel it's more that though his morals are very... questionable, there's a part of yb that's retained tkb's disdain for injustice against innocent/powerless people... which is a bit ironic considering just a few chapters ago he literally killed kozuka LMFAO, but he's been shown explicitly saying that if someone's useful to him then he'll leave them alive and even go as far as to help them as long as it also benefits him (dungeon dice monsters arc). i still think this idea works for him if you do consider his actions in ddm, where he went out of his way to ensure that yugi made it out alive even if he could have just as easily relied on someone else to do it if he hated atem so much

so tl;dr: yb hates when innocent people are harmed... unless he's the one doing it LOL

[pink-anonymous-person]

my top posts on tumblr doing it’s thing again hehe

[yandere-to-express]

Sarah Dunbar if she was realistic l don’t know why she came out better than her brother

[neizvestny-nz]

[dunbarreviews]

Is it black paint on your eyes or did you just not sleep enough?

I used to beg my mom to put makeup on me as a kid and my sister and I would pretend we were rockstars. As a teen, I started learning how to apply make up on myself, and with the style I was going for, being an amateur helped quite a a bit. I stopped wearing it all at some point. Not sure why I was so embarrassed by it.

I guess I'm getting back into it though, same with having my piercings in. I feel more confident with them all. If that even makes sense.

I should get some more sleep though, I just don't really have the time

[scoliosisgoblin]

oh my GOOODFDF NO GOD NO NO NO NO GOD NO

NOOOO *SOB* NYAAHHH NO NONNOOAAAAHHHH

[kujakumai]

when Yugi and Atem talk to each other whichever one is not currently embodied appears all floaty and translucent next to them. but i think its a very important distinction that the bakuras never speak like this. every time YB speaks to Bakura he is always depicted as a disembodied voice coming from the ring, and the handful of times YB is depicted as a floaty ghost the strong implication is that Bakura cannot see him. likewise there is no point I can recall where Atem talks to Yugi as a disembodied voice like YB does--Atem doesn't speak without the appearance of a mouth, either by taking a turn with the body or producing the apparition of one. one can speculate on what this difference is meant to communicate (Yugi and Atem's stronger connection? the author giving Atem a face to communicate his humanity compared to YB's alien lack thereof? Atem is personally more comfortable communicating in a human-looking way, a hangup YB doesn't have? Atem uses his host's appearance for himself in a way YB isn't as attached to doing?) but it feels like a very deliberate distinction.

[just-a-wholesome-writer]

Unreadable (fluff?)

Warnings: YB x slightly paranoid reader (but are they really?)

"He hates me.”

“You're-” “no TK, really, he does!”, you interrupted your coworker’s futile attempt to console you as you continued to stare at the dowry man in booth two.

“You're overreacting.” They finally managed to say, “He's like this with everybody, including me!”

But you wouldn't hear it, shooting them the meanest glare you could muster. 

“This,” you spoke seriously as you stared them down “is how he looks at me. And not just when I'm serving, either.”

“And I don't know why!” you let your face resume it's normal expression, ignoring the way TK rolled their eyes at you. 

“I mean…I'm nice, right? I'm good with people!” 

“You don't actually want an answer to-” “no. I don't.” you laughed, punching their shoulder. 

Tall, skinny, blue shirt, blue eyes with eye bags that spoke volumes had come into the diner and sat down at the same damn booth for a month now. And you were yet to see him smile. See him do anything, really. 

He just sat there and stared, and though your friend might tell you you're insane for it, you were certain he was staring specifically at you. And with an intensity that, well to put it frankly, scared you. 

To the point that you were getting paranoid, feeling like you were being watched even when he wasn't even there. You began to imagine that someday he'd be lurking outside the diner, waiting until your shift ended to kidnap you or something. He didn't, though.  In fact, you never actually saw him outside of work. 

He did always stay until your shift ended, however. Still nursing that same milkshake, sometimes strawberry, sometimes vanilla, but always a milkshake. And just before you'd close up, he'd be gone, with no trace left behind except for a suddenly empty glass and the biggest tip anyone had left that day. 

“I just don't understand you…” you said out loud, prompting a notepad and a pen to get shoved into your hands. 

“Then Talk to him.” your coworker said, shoving you forward into the dining area and disappearing into the kitchen before you had a chance to protest. 

And once you were done giving them the silent middle finger, your eyes immediately searched for the strange man. And there he was, still. As always, in booth 2, with his gaze focused on the bottom of his milkshake and his hands…making paper cranes? 

You squinted, not having seen him do much of anything before but no. He was really making little origami cranes out of your napkins. Two on the table already,  one still in progress.  Can this guy get any weirder?

Approaching him slowly, he turned his eyes away from the drink and up to you, freezing you in place like a deer caught in headlights. There it was- that look. 

His entire body seemed to stiffen up, the rest of his face neutral but his pupils blown wide, staring directly into yours, not like he was trying to read you but more as if he was trying to consume you. Or your soul. You really didn't know and, to be honest, you didn't want to find out, either. 

You just wanted to turn around and hide in the back of the diner until TK closed shop and he was finally gone- but you wanted to get paid. And unfortunately that meant interacting with the customers. So you sucked it up and finally opened your mouth like a normal human would. 

“I-Is-” fuck, and you were stuttering.

Coughing into your arm, you took a deep breath and repeated yourself “Is everything to your liking? Uh, sir.” 

But he still didn't answer. He just looked. At your face, then your arms, then your hands, then to your face again until he…smiled.

An actual, honest to god, smile!

You couldn't believe it, it was almost enough to make you weep in joy! Which sounds like an overstatement, but given that you were fully prepared for him to get up and yell at you, it really wasn't.  

“Y-yeah…” he spoke “the milkshakes here are good.” and you couldn't suppress the thought that his voice sounded kind of sweet. 

“Yeah! I like them too!!” you laughed with way too much enthusiasm, but it didn't seem to faze him at all. 

“B-but I honestly come here for the service.” he admitted, his cheeks suddenly dusted with a sweet pink. 

“I always look forward to seeing you.”

It's ridiculous how quickly your view of the man had shifted from creepy to cutie, and you despised the thought that followed. Ugh, TK was right. 

Though your thoughts on how your coworker wasn't ever going to let you live this down were quickly interrupted as ‘Blue Eyes’ continued to sing his praise for you. 

“I know this might be sudden…really, sudden. But would you... let me take you out to dinner sometime?” he suddenly asked, and you answered without thinking. 

“Like, a date?”

And the way his face flushed gave away his response. 

This entire situation was too much for you. The man that hated you- that you thought hated you, were sure of, even. He just asked you out on a date. And even worse…

“G-gladly!”

You said yes. 

And that was enough to transform him completely,  the gloomy expression from before nowhere to be found, instead replaced by a giant grin and what looked to be hearts in his eyes. His eyes, which you now found yourself so easily lost in. 

But before you could do so, you quickly scribbled down your name and number into your notepad and ripped out the page to give to him.

“It's a date, then.”