#seto: (shaking)

[starleska]

sorry for having Siegfried Thoughts™ again but i can't help but wonder what the timeline of his plan was for something this huge and insane! how long had it been since Siegfried discovered Leon's a duelist? was he workshopping an early version of his plan while hatewatching Battle City? and how long did the hacking of KaibaCorp's security systems actually take? we see Siegfried's infiltration of KaibaCorp as effortless: the man's just finished bathing when he starts the process! but i think this was all pre-planned - we see by the end of the tournament that Siegfried is exactly as obsessed with Seto as his father was with Gozaburo. there was no way Siegfried left anything to chance, and he was not as cool as he came off. i'm quietly amused by the idea of the extremely high-strung Siegfried planning an afternoon of luxury and relaxation just as he begins to fuck with the Kaibaland security systems, all in an effort to stop himself from going to pieces with the nerves 😭💔

this seems much more in-line with the Siegfried which slowly gets revealed as the arc goes on...the one who smashes the photoframe of him and Seto when they were younger out of sheer frustration; the one who has several maniacal laughing fits when he's defeated by Seto in a duel; the one who had to capitalise on his little brother's dueling prowess because he didn't think he could do it alone. to me, Siegfried isn't the cool, collected customer that Kaiba is, and that destroys him. everything about Siegfried screams insecurity, from the designer clothes to the one-hit-kill deck strategy. Siegfried wants to be Kaiba, and the way he reacts to any form of stress (except for Yami and Yuugi), so bad 🙈 perhaps this isn't everyone's view of Siegfried, but my headcanon is absolutely this brilliant, hypervigilant, hair-has-turned-lighter-from-the-stress man who has spent his entire life trying to be better than a guy he simply cannot surpass...because Kaiba doesn't feel the same way. i think of Siegfried going through years of stress prior to the tournament, with those cavernous castle rooms covered in scraps of paper and laptops running countless programs, all while he's nearly tearing his hair out trying to plan for every. single. eventuality 💔

[youtriggeredmytrapcard]

[kisaraslover]

yeah Kisara was a self-banished wanderer, guilt ridden and afraid of her dragon but also like. who made the dragon. lol. theres always ALWAYS this quiet rage and grief, which claws at her skin trying to escape, just barely kept down at any given moment, and when her loyalty, therefore the dragons loyalty is bound to Seto there is not only no guilt, she surrendered completely, theres also relief and satisfaction. is he her enabler or is she his enabler trick question the answer is yes both

[tiredtriedfailures]

EVERY other man in the universe is subject to "omg get him brown contacts please hes so scary" but not seto kaiba. i see your thematic connection to and the patronage of, checking my notes, a deity called Blue Eyes White Dragon, who was your lover from a past life, what, 5 millennia ago? and now its symbol of your own power and honor and its your sole protector and blessing? see, thats just very tragic and wonderful im happy to sign your permits. here you go

[yuukei-yikes]

anyone else up thinking abt onesided setomary. yeah no me neither thatd be weird.

[xionshadow]

Happy April 1st!

This year's ship is Godshipping! Featuring the two men who look way to fucking alike. Curtsy of my beloved Riku for having brainrot about them.

[sometimes-banette]

In an attempt to put out the fire, the Banette starts shaking him. It doesn't quite work.

[unfriendlyamazon]

might post more of my ygo simventures... i made a house where my caddyships are all supernatural creatures and yes they will be starting a band

[toonagi]

warmup doodles while working on artfight stuff

[atemyuu]

IVE STRUCK GOLD

Code to Kaiba’s Heart: a trashy yugioh doujin

Part 1 of 2 (linked)

The comic itself is uploaded free, but there are Gumroad and Sellfy versions that include 2 very short comics (puzzleshipping and rivalshipping) exclusive to people who purchase a pdf. 

Gumroad, Sellfy

[multifandoms27-blog]

I got inspired by a certain season to request this. Can I request headcanons of Yugi, Yami and Kaiba reacting to their S/O joining an evil organization and challenging them to a duel please? (Whether it's their own volition or their being brainwash, is up to you~)

I love battle city so I went with Marik controlling them for this! Lets go boys and ghouls hehehehehe

Content: Yugi x gn!Reader, Yami Yugi x gn!Reader, Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Mentions of attempted amputation, drowning, and beheading

Notes: Sorry this took so long! I couldn't decide what to do for Yugi's part for a very long time!

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❥Yugi

He pushed the pharaoh away from this duel. He wanted to save you, just as he saved Joey.

He may even tune out his friends to save you, or split off from them completely. He loves his friends, but he loves you more.

He demands Marik release you, and when he doesn't, he goes through with the duel.

He wins, expectedly, and when he sees a saw heading straight for your neck he wails out in terror.

"Y/N! NO!" He rushes forward and tugs you onto the floor just before the saw rips past.

In your confusion, you blink open your eyes and look up at Yugi. "Yu...Yugi...?"

"I'm here, I'm here. You're safe now." His tears streamed down his face as he slowly lifted you up.

He put a hand on your cheek and went in for a long kiss. The cries of his friends interruped him, making both of you turn and look at Joey, Tristan and Tea. Joey spoke first. "Y/n! Yugi! You okay?!"

"We're fine!" Yugi yelled from across the arena, then turned back to you. "I'll make sure nothing like that happens to you again."

"What...even happened?" You asked.

"I'll explain when we leave. I'm just so happy you're safe." He wiped his own tears away, then took you by the hand and led you out of there.

❥Yami Yugi

You mean so much to him, so much that he didn't allow Yugi to take over for this duel. He would rescue you himself, and then tear Marik apart.

Yami cursed Marik as he took over your every move and forced you to duel in a death trap.

He knew he had to beat you in order to have Marik relinquish control over you. As soon as he summoned Dark Magician, the duel was over.

The trap Marik had you in forced you under water, but in a tank. Not open water like Joey's.

Yami dove into the tank after you plunged. Marik released control of your mind, making you try to gasp for breath. In your confusion, you swallowed a lot of water.

Yami swam as fast as he could to you, hooked his hands under your arms and began trying to pull you up. His own strength could only take him so far, but before he knew it, Joey and Tristan had jumped in to help. Together, the three men pulled you out of the tank.

You coughed up some water after being turned on your side so you wouldn't choke. Yami held you close as you did, shaking and holding in tears.

"I thought I lost you forever..." He whispered.

"I'm here, I'm here..." You spoke reassuringly to both Yami and yourself.

"And you're not going anywhere without me." Yami tightened his hold just a little bit.

❥Seto Kaiba

He hates this. This is just like Mokuba being kidnapped, but you're right there.

You're right there but he can't reach you.

He doesn't know whether to beat you or let you win so you can be spared. It brings him back to his own antics towards Yugi during Duelist Kingdom.

Except you're not doing this of your own volition, he knows you aren't. He doesn't normally believe in supernatural things, but this is different.

He decides to beat you. While the duel goes on, he has a plan in his mind to free you from the trap as well as himself.

When he beats you, Marik laughs in your mind as he lets go of your mind control, thinking you're about to die. Seto however, springs into action, freeing you from getting a limb chopped off.

You have no idea what's going on, and honestly you feel really dizzy and your vision is blurry. Seto holds you close, calming down slowly knowing you're alive in his arms.

"S...Seto?" You asked, looking up at him.

Your vision was slowly coming back to you, and you recognized his white jacket. He didn't say anything for a moment, just continued to hold you. Then he spoke.

"It's okay, I have you now. Let's get out of here." Seto stands with you in his arms, leaving the building.

"What...happened?"

Seto begins to tell you the events leading up to the duel, how Marik had somehow possessed you and forced you to duel to the death with him, but he had managed to free both you and him. He then informed you that you were not to leave his side for the rest of his tournament.

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[rosalindwrites]

Love.exe

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Seto Kaiba stood alone on the balcony of his luxurious office, gazing out at the city lights below. The clinking of glasses and distant chatter from the corporate party echoed faintly, but Kaiba was lost in his thoughts, a rarity for a man known for his sharp focus.

The object of his contemplation was not a state-of-the-art Duel Monsters technology or a groundbreaking business deal. No, it was the person who had managed to break through his meticulously constructed walls – you, his closest confidante (other than Mokuba) and an underling of the Kaiba Corporation.

As the night skyline stretched before him, Seto Kaiba couldn't shake the lingering thoughts that had invaded his mind lately. It wasn't the first time he had caught himself contemplating the nature of his feelings for you. You had been his closet friend, and the one person who had stood by him even when the duel of life had dealt its harshest blows.

However, emotions were uncharted territory for Kaiba. Dueling, business strategies, and innovation were his forte, but matters of the heart remained an enigma. He took a deep breath, his stoic expression betraying none of the internal conflict as he replayed the memories of your friendship.

The moment he met you, he saw something different. Your passion for Duel Monsters somehow mirrored his own, and your determination and drive matched his drive for success. It was in the way you challenged him, not just in duels, but in understanding the complexities of human connection.

He couldn't deny the unique bond that had formed between you two. There were shared victories, late-night strategy sessions, and moments of vulnerability that seemed reserved for just the two of you. In those rare instances when he allowed himself to be honest, Kaiba recognized that you were more than a friend. You were the one person who made him question the limits he had set for himself.

The party continued behind him, the laughter and clinking of glasses forming a distant melody. Kaiba turned away from the city lights, his attention shifting to the reflection of his stern expression in the glass.

He scoffed at himself, as if ridiculing the mere idea of emotions interfering with his carefully crafted world.

"Sentimentality is for the weak," he mumbled, a mantra he had repeated to himself countless times.

Despite the bravado, the truth lingered in the depths of his mind.

You were different.

The thought of seeing you with someone else ignited a spark of discomfort, an emotion he couldn't quite dismiss. It was a sentiment he refused to acknowledge, even to himself.

Determined to push aside these unfamiliar feelings, Kaiba strode back into the party. He greeted business associates and exchanged pleasantries, but his eyes scanned the room for one person—the one who had managed to disrupt his fortress of solitude.

And there you were, engaged in conversation with a colleague. A genuine smile adorned your face, and Kaiba couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly you navigated social situations. He approached, his demeanor composed, masking the internal turmoil.

"Mr. Kaiba! Glad you could join us," you said, your eyes lighting up as you acknowledged him.

He nodded, a brief and business-like acknowledgment. "There are matters that require my attention."

You tilted your head, your curiosity evident. "Everything okay?"

"Everything is as it should be," he replied, his gaze unwavering.

As the night wore on, Kaiba found himself watching you from across the room. The way you interacted with others, the genuine joy in your laughter—it stirred something within him. A part of him wished to join the festivities, to let loose and embrace the camaraderie. But another part, the one that had always been in control, resisted.

The party eventually began to wind down. Colleagues bid their farewells, and the grandiose atmosphere dwindled. You approached Kaiba, a hint of concern in your eyes.

"You've been distant tonight, Seto. Is something on your mind?" you asked, your voice laced with genuine care.

He hesitated, a rare occurrence for the usually decisive CEO. "Nothing that concerns you."

Your brows furrowed, but you respected his boundaries. "Alright, if you say so… But you know you can talk to me about anything."

He nodded, acknowledging your offer without committing to it. As the last echoes of the party faded, Kaiba found himself alone once again, the emptiness of the vast office mirroring the void within.

The following days were a series of strategic maneuvers, business meetings, and duels to maintain his title as the Duel Monsters champion. Yet, amid the chaos, your presence lingered in the recesses of his mind. Kaiba couldn't escape the awareness that his feelings were changing, evolving into something beyond the realms of friendship.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the city skyline, Kaiba found himself standing in the courtyard of KaibaCorp. The silence enveloped him, allowing him a moment of introspection. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, and he couldn't ignore the pull any longer.

He decided to seek you out, his footsteps echoing through the quiet corridors of KaibaCorp. The journey to your shared sanctuary, the duel arena, felt like an odyssey of its own. The familiar hum of holographic projectors filled the air as he approached the arena.

There you were, engrossed in a duel simulation. The holographic monsters clashed, mirroring the internal conflict within Kaiba. As the simulation ended, you turned to face him, a welcoming smile on your face.

"What brings you here, Seto? Need a duel partner?" you teased.

Kaiba paused, the words hanging in the air. "No, (Y/N), I don't need a duel partner. I need to say something."

Your expression shifted from playful to attentive. "Alright, I'm listening."

He took a deep breath, his stoic façade momentarily wavering. "You are my closest friend, (Y/N), and you've been an integral part of my life. But recently, I find myself contemplating emotions that I am unfamiliar with."

Your eyes widened slightly, registering the sincerity in his words. Kaiba continued, "I've always believed emotions were a distraction. Yet, I can't deny that you have become more than just a friend to me. The idea of seeing you with someone else... it bothers me."

He paused, searching your eyes for a reaction. A mixture of surprise and understanding flickered in your gaze.

"I don't know how to navigate these emotions," he admitted, vulnerability threading through his words.

You took a step closer, your eyes softening. "Kaiba, it's okay. Emotions can be complicated, but they're not a weakness. If you feel something, it's worth exploring."

He looked at you, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that had grown between you two. In that moment, the duel arena transformed into an arena of the heart.

"I'm usually confident with my words, but not now, Kaiba confessed, a rare admission for someone known for his eloquence.

You smiled, a reassuring and understanding expression. "You don't have to be, Seto. I appreciate your honesty."

The air crackled with a tension that surpassed any duel they had faced together. It was a different kind of battle, one that unfolded in the uncharted territories of emotions. The duel arena, once a battleground for monsters, had become a setting for matters that Seto Kaiba was unfamiliar with…

Matters of the heart.

<3

[shinayashipper]

Thinking about Yugi getting sick from overworking but he thinks he's Just Fine and then Mokuba put the thermometer on him and it's 40°C or something

"YUGI????? GET TO THE MEDICAL WING RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!"

"Oh but im ok" *hands literally shaking*

"NO!!!!!"

And then Seto got notified and he's going to give Yugi an Earful 😂😂

[gaysetokaibas]

updating this because jack in the box has a pineapple shake and kaiba loves it too, i think. proof attached below

kaiba goes to starbucks and orders the pink drink, he told me. its true.

[moonogre]

On Wednesdays We Murder! ⛽️ 🔥

Thanks @alectoperdita for listening to the Cry Baby playlist! It got me hype on these weirdos again. Also please go read Alecto's Lure for more mean sexy problematic vibes. It's the longest work in the ship by my estimation and so deliciously worth it!

Cry Baby is the next long project after my current WIP. Here's a sexy murder boyfriend excerpt. (PS Mokuba is not murdered Imao)

(Also I was too shy for the group intro but in case folks don't know l am @moonogre and chat fandom stuff there mostly!)

😢

"Don't play your fucking mind games with me-"

Seto's face crumbled into a rare expression of confusion.

"Mind games?" Katsuya was caught in Seto's eyes, molten gold. Something about this bewilderment looked positively melancholic on Seto, and when he spoke next, Katsuya understood why. "Katsuya, you're the one with whom I speak plainly. What do you want to know? Just ask. I'll tell you anything."

For all intents and purposes, Seto looked to be telling the truth. His face was earnest, lips parted slightly.

He was splayed beneath him, hair the colour of sea foam spilling around his head. His hands bound, Katsuya's grip on the rope. Eyes like the Midas touch: in its line of sight, Katsuya was touched, too, and all his senses gilded...

"What do you fucking want from me?" Katsuya hissed.

Seto smiled, and he would appear an angel to anyone else, but Katsuya wasn't fooled. They had just murdered the only surviving members of Seto's family in cold fucking blood.

Kaiba Seto was the fucking devil.

"I want to be yours, Katsuya," his voice had sunk into its desperate, dark promise. "And I want you to be mine. I want to watch you take everything you've ever wanted. Even if it's me." His gaze glinted, pupils blown. "Especially if it's me.”

Seto writhed a bit below Katsuya and pressed his shin between his legs, smiling at what his friction found. Katsuya’s blood thrummed in his ears, thick and loud. Seto bound in his shaking grip, chest lightly heaving, hawk-eyes gleamed in rapture. Jounouchi had fallen prey to his arousal long ago, baring down on Seto’s mouth finally. The boy barely waited for their lips wet, desperate contact to open as though he would gorge Katsuya’s soul, right from his open mouth. Katsua smoothed his tongue into Seto’s mouth and the boy moaned with a whore’s abandon that wound every sinew in Katsuya lust-tight. Katsuya clung to the coarse rope encircling Seto’s wrist and imagined how raw the bounds would rub the boy’s pale skin, vice-tight in his grip once he started his merciless rutting into him, over and over.

"I want you," Seto breathed in his ear. This close, Katsuya could smell the gasoline, and how lifeless Seto looked in the eyes as he doused his aunt's townhome in petrol, its pungent benzene wafting between them, even now. She'd wailed with her crammed hands tied through the banister, pleading for her life. The tinder had crackled when the flames twined themselves in the walls, the rugs, the rafting, raining slow burning ember. Katsuya and Seto had fled through the smoke before it could choke them.

And yet, still, they heard the begging, heard the screams. Near the foyer door, a galley wall of family portraits. Katsuya had spied one: Seto’s mother and the same screaming aunt just feet away, swaddling an infant with a shock of teal hair.

it was Seto's turn to beg now: with his body, legs fastened to Katsuya's wait, rocking smooth into him, whimpering into his mouth. Katsuya took his hand that didn't clench the rope tie and fisted it through Seto's hair. His gold eyes guileless eyes peered up at him, mouth puffy from kissing and glossy with spit. A single thread of saliva joined them and Katsuya felt like he was going crazy with how hard he was panting.

"I know you want me too," Seto said. He was soft-everything about him was, even the scent of gasoline had treacled saccharine, and Katsuya pressed himself into Seto again as if he could be pillowed into this strange softness, to suffocate perhaps, to never appear again. Seto boy laughed into his neck— the sound one made from a harmless jest, a laugh from a bad pun, a trite knock knock joke, not the laugh from a person who listened to their mother's sister beg please please Seto why why are you doing this—

"My hands are tied, Katsuya. If you are going to take me as you wish, you'll have to strip me yourself." And there it was, that smile: "Personally, I don't care if you rip these clothes right off my body.

[but-a-humble-goon]

I'm guessing I'm probably not the first person to point this out but is it not rather illogical that Alister hates Gozaburo Kaiba for being a war profiteering bastard and therefore dedicates his life to revenge on Seto, the guy who a) kicked Gozaburo out of Kaiba Corp, leaving him a penniless failure b) nullified the company's entire weapons development program and c) sorta killed Gozaburo in the virtual world? Feels like Alister should be shaking Seto's hand and buying him a drink, not trying to do a vengeance on him.