#yugioh fanfic

[fictionfromthevoid]

Seto Kaiba hugging heandcanons:

For you to be able to hug Seto you two need to be VERY close

You are either best friends or in a romantic relationship

He needs to fully trust you with his life to allow you to be that close to him

This boy has trust issues

But once you have gained that trust he is the biggest hugger

When he is exhausted from a long day at KC, frustrated or just feeling emotionally unwell he will collapse into your arms

He will lean onto you with his whole weight and burry his head into your shoulder

When you start playing with his hair he will sigh and nuzzle his head deeper into your shoulder

When he cries, and he will cry in front of you, hugs look very similar

you will probably find him somewhere, staring wide-eyed into space while all his worries are playing in his head

when you then gently touch his shoulder or face to snap him out of his mind, he will briefly stare at you with tears forming in his eyes before he collapses into your arms and sobs his eyes out.

Hugs that he initiates are usually when he's feeling broken and needs your comfort, he won't really initiate casual hugs. But whenever you are in private and go up to him for a hug he will happily accept it

Seto isn't one for PDA. He will not hug you in front of people other than Mokuba unless one of you is feeling really bad.

Seto's hugs are usually really tight. He wants to be as close to you as possible and might need to tell him to loosen his grip a little in order not to suffocate you.

In the same way, he likes to be held really tight. If you are excited and squeeze the life out of him he won't mind.

Hugs make Seto feel calm and loved. So the ugs you share are usually rather long. He can relax When you hold him in your arms and play with his hair or stroke his back.

But don't talk to him about it or he will get embarrassed and stop hugging you. He feels like he isn't allowed to feel cosy and loved so if you acknowledge that he does, he won't allow himself to be that vulnerable anymore.

this is something I've written to get out of a creativity slump so it isn't really good.

[kitsunefaux]

All Ships Week - Day 4

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ship: Gemshipping (Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura)

Prompts: Crossovers & Fusion AUs, "Do I know you?"

Enjoy!

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Moonlight glowed, a reflection on still water, a perfect circle, peaceful and serene, more beautiful than anything bound to the earth. Sometimes, Ryou wished he could be like the moon, nestled among the stars, protected by the night. For now, he would make do with the power flowing through his veins and honour her teachings. Push and pull. What was more simple than that?

It wasn’t simple, and water slipped through his grasp.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Ryou squeaked, and liquid splashed, disturbing the moon’s visage. There shouldn’t be anyone else here, just him and his secret pond, his little forest hideaway. 

A figure sat on a fallen log less than a metre away, an arm braced under his chin. His Earth Kingdom style clothing helped to put Ryou at ease, allowing for a more in-depth inspection. White curls tumbled from his head, his dark brown skin marked with scars, one of special prominence criss-crossing his right cheek.

His eyes were the purest of Fire Nation gold.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” the stranger said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ryou swallowed, clasping his hands in front of him to hide their trembling. “Do… Do I know you?”

The stranger hopped to his feet, shifting his weight evenly between them. “I should hope so. You’ve been coming to my pond for months now.”

Indignation stirred in Ryou’s gut, his fear forgotten. “Your pond.”

“Yup.” He leaned forward, invading Ryou’s space. “I have squatter’s rights.” He stepped out onto the water and didn’t sink. Spirit flames, white as the purest lunar light, sprang up around him, dotting the surface of the pond. He turned to face Ryou, his hair catching the moon’s glow. “My bones are here.”

Ryou’s heart fluttered in his chest, excitement in place of terror. He reached out without thinking, and water moved, the smallest ripple. A name rose to meet his tongue, like a half-remembered dream. “Bakura.”

Bakura smiled, and the flames brightened, flickering like little heartbeats. Then, all at once, they went out, light turning to darkness as a swath of clouds covered the moon.

The pond was empty, and Ryou was alone.

[To be continued]

[gallusrostromegalus]

Do mermaids exist in tpof?

There's exactly one "Classic" Mermaid. A pregnant woman on the west coast of Ireland was afflicted by a curse where she'd give birth to a Lingcod instead of a human baby, but since she was carrying twins, the curse was split between them. One sister has a human head, chest and abdomen, and from her pelvic girdle on she has the powerful and beautiful tail of a Blue Lingcod. She's the current record holder for long-distance swimming, starred in several movies and holds multiple modelling contracts- but she's always been notably jealous of her sister, who has the head and chest of a Lingcod but the pelvis and legs of a human and (the source of her sister's ire) a devoted husband.

There's a few things that European sailors could have mistaken for human women while they were on long voyages, dying of syphilis and scurvy too- Dugong and Dolphins both exist in great numbers in TPOFATGIF, along with some very large Mimic Octopodes. But the most likely, or at least, most startling candidate is a creature only described in 1996- Ziphiius andersoni, or "Anderson's Beaked Whale", after the first ...semi-credible witness.

Ziphidae is a family of deep-diving whales whales known almost entirely by beached corpses, and Z. andersoni holds the peculiar title of the most and least seen member of the family. No body has ever been found to examine, but the animal is (apparently) the subject of many amateur sightings.

Like most Beaked Whales, Z. andersoni is about 13 feet long, and shaped like an extremely hydrodynamic sweet potato- a sharply tapered head, tubular body with small pectoral fins and a minimal dorsal fin, and an similarly sharply tapered tail with small fins, and a mouth with only two teeth- a pair of overdeveloped lower canine teeth that form a pair of tusks. Unlike most marine life, Z. andersoni has reverse Cryptic camouflage- where most marine animals are darkly colored on the dorsal side and pale beneath to hide from predators in the open water, Z. andersoni has a large, bright white pattern on it's back that starts at the head and runs the length of it's spine and across the tail fin, and includes both pectoral and pelvic saddle patches. between the whale's darkened and unusually anterior blowholes and the gloom of the twilight waters they inhabit, Z. andersoni's peculiar markings bear a STARTLING resemblance to a human woman with a piscene tail.

The species is named after the famed Fairy Tale Author, Hans Christen Anderson, who in 1835 saw what he described as a "Mermaid" swimming near the surface of the North Sea coast near Hanstholm, Denmark, when out in a rowboat with a cousin on a summer holiday. The Mermaid was "Ghostly pale, with large, dark eyes that stared up at us as she passed. She circled the boat thrice, seemingly regarding us with sadness, before she vanished into a cloud of sea-foam and we could not find her again." This encounter inspired him to write The Little Mermaid the following year. Despite his and his cousin's insistence that the event took place exactly as described, it was largely written off by the general public, and Anderson was discouraged from sharing it by his publisher.

In 1996, a family had a similar experience while Kayaking, save that this time the encounter took place in the sunny clear waters off Baja, Nihofornia, and the family had a video camera. A juvenile Z. andersoni approached them, circled the family a few times and even hung out under them for almost 12 minutes. This video proof sparked international interest, with dozens of other pictures, videos and oral accounts coming forward about encounters with these strangely friendly yet elusive creatures.

Most Recently, an exceptional individual, thought to be an old bull from it's size (i and scarring was seen following underwater welders as they repaired an underwater naval installation, picking off the curious squid that came to investigate the lights. The Naval Engineers have nicknamed the animal "The Duke", short for "Ducolax" on account of one of the engineers realizing there was 16-foot long, multi-ton carnivore floating just over his shoulder and (understandably) shitting himself.

[numercnnightingale]

Title: "you look so pretty (like the wind)" Warnings: none Pairing: don thousand x astral Tags: #Post Canon , #Fluff, #Angst, #Pining , #Eventual Romance Summery: A mini series about an envoy and a deity exploring new emotions together. [ ONGOING . . ]

[dabilove27]

Character: Joey Wheeler

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Public masturbation, Male Masturbation, Joey is depicted as 21+, Not Beta'd. If I missed anything let me know!

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hello hello! So this is a bit different from what I normally do so please excuse it if it's horrific. This comes from a lovely requester who wishes to remain anonymous. Here is the request: "For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Joey Wheeler (aged up) but with public nudity please? In the story, he gets the idea to try walking through downtown Domino City late at night wearing nothing but his birthday suit. You can decide on where he'd go, but I'd like it if Joey was focused on walking through without anyone catching him also masturbating/cumming along the way." I hope you like it!!

other a/n: my dumbass had to keep editing this aye aye aye

Joey perceived himself as a daring risk-taker, always ready to face danger with no second thoughts. As he entered adulthood following high school, he remained labeled as reckless by others. However, as Joey entered his early adult years, he carried a secret within him. His constant drive to push his boundaries led to a diminished excitement for ordinary experiences.

Joey was uncertain about the process through which he realized that this was his area of expertise.

It started on a scorching summer day when he set out for the pool unaccompanied. The sparkling sun drenched the area in a golden light, its rays softly brushing against his skin. Lacking ambitious aspirations, he merely craved the soothing comfort of the sun. Strangely, not a single person was there on this beautiful summer day.

Rather than going into the bathroom to change, Joey took a risk and changed right there, in the open air. A powerful voice of persuasion boldly called to him. A combination of fear and excitement filled him as he removed his clothes.

Joey's heart throbbed as he rapidly stripped off his shirt and shorts, attempting to be swift and unnoticeable. A surge of adrenaline washed over him as he reveled in the thrill of engaging in forbidden activities. The voice he heard in his head gave him confidence that he would go unnoticed.

After changing and getting into his swim trunks, Joey felt sweat rolling down his forehead. With a nervous glance, he quickly checked to see if anyone had caught sight of his unconventional actions. The pool remained quiet, with no one in sight.

Despite feeling uncomfortable and always being concerned about getting caught, Joey found a sense of liberation. Being bound by societal expectations had been his reality, but this rebellious act briefly liberated him. His inner voice muttered words of encouragement, compelling him to embrace his genuine self.

With a surge of confidence, Joey descended to the pool, prepared to express his true self. With the weight of secrecy gone, he felt a newfound sense of empowerment. He finally accepted that the little voice in his head had been right all along. He was ready to face the consequences of his actions, knowing that he wouldn't be discovered.

As Joey leapt into the invigorating pool, he could feel a surge of courage and determination propelling him forward. The voice in his head had become a powerful force, motivating him to break free from societal conventions and embrace his true identity. From that moment forward, he embraced the voice that resonates deep within him, promising to follow its guidance as it led him towards a life of genuine purpose.

It was a sequence of events that led Joey down an unexpected path, eventually resulting in him finding refuge in an alley where he could savor the refreshing coolness of the evening air in Domino City.

Something had unexpectedly motivated him that evening, which led to his actions. The voice he heard at the pool years ago might have caused this sensation. In a swift motion, he untangled himself from his jeans and allowed them to cascade down, landing softly on the earth, all while the crisp air of early fall danced teasingly across his legs.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Joey, making his heart pound. Intensifying the sensation, the cool air sent shivers down his spine. A surge of electricity seemed to have sparked his senses, awakening every nerve ending in his body.

With his jeans pooled around his ankles, Joey stood there, overwhelmed by the weight of his past and the uncertainty of his future. The memory of that voice, from two years ago, lingered in his thoughts, urging him to heed his gut feelings, abandon the ordinary, and embrace the unexplored.

As the city lights shone brightly, the alley came to life, with long shadows that waltzed gracefully across the brick walls. Excitement and a touch of anxiety made Joey's legs tremble as he stood there, bare-skinned. The sensation of the crisp air on his skin was both invigorating and unsettling, a physical manifestation of his decision to step outside his comfort zone.

Joey's inhibitions gradually faded away with every passing moment, leaving him with a fresh feeling of liberation. Allowing himself a moment to take a deep breath, he embraced the coolness of the evening air that entered his lungs, providing an additional boost of invigoration. By placing his jeans on the ground, he metaphorically shed the weight of societal expectations, visually expressing his yearning to embrace the uncharted path that lies ahead.

In the alley, Joey's veins pulsed with a wave of courage and determination. The chilly wind acted as a catalyst, igniting his spirit and increasing his curiosity. Wasting no time, he took off his shirt and boxers. Aware of his vulnerability, he realized that this moment held the potential for self-reinvention and the revelation of his deepest desires.

As the days grew shorter and autumn arrived, the gentle breeze continued to brush against his legs, as if inviting him to embark on fresh adventures and explore his true self. Joey closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sensation, and silently vowed to obey the persistent voice that had haunted him for years. With a fresh perspective on life, he courageously moved ahead, leaving his clothes and venturing into the unknown, fully prepared to embrace whatever came his way.

A refreshing coolness fills the air. The gentle wind rustles through the trees, creating a soothing melody. With the perfect weather in place, Joey's plan is ready for success. Domino City holds no secrets for him, as he is intimately familiar with its every corner and neighborhood. It's the prime spot to begin his voyeuristic quest, where he can surreptitiously observe the unfolding scenes around him.

Joey leisurely starts his stroll, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the wind against his bare skin, while he meanders towards the pathway that encircles the deserted lake. The rush he feels from the anticipation of being caught pushes him onwards, compelling him to stay watchful for any sudden nocturnal wanderers that may cross his path.

Even though ten minutes had elapsed, Joey had encountered no one at all. Not discouraged, he persisted through the eerie stillness of the night, cautiously navigating around abandoned vehicles, his heart racing with every step. The expectation of a potential individual inside the car caused an adrenaline rush, leading to unpredictable bodily responses. Sensing the need for haste, he hastily sought sanctuary in an industrial area, desperately yearning for a moment of relaxation.

Eventually, he finds the perfect hiding spot concealed behind a tall oak tree, where the moonlight filters through the leaves. With a careful balance of openness and seclusion, the environment allows Joey to explore his desires freely without worrying about unwanted attention. Deliberately, he reaches down, his hand encountering the velvety texture and warmth of his manhood, causing a tingle of anticipation to travel down his back. While he strokes back and forth, a euphoric symphony escapes his mouth, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, forming a seductive melody in the embrace of nature.

With each stroke, Joey could see the pearlescent pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock, heightening his pleasure. With each movement, a cacophony of loud, wet sounds filled the surrounding space. Lost in the sensation, he couldn't help but moan audibly as his hand traced the contours of his firm stomach.

Sensing the release was imminent, Joey quickened his pace, eager to reach it. His forehead and chest glistened with perspiration as small beads of sweat formed in response to the heat.

With each moan, Joey became less and less hesitant.

Joey firmly gripped his hands around his throbbing member, his fingers tightly encasing the pulsating shaft. His moans grew more intense and resonated throughout the room with every powerful thrust. The air carried a distinct scent of longing, blending with the intoxicating aroma of sweat. His lips, slightly parted, released a series of breathy exclamations, punctuated by the occasional whispered “oh fuck.”

Joey couldn’t hold it anymore and a sudden exclamation escaped his lips, “Ah, F-Fuck!” To ease himself, he expelled a significant load onto the grass, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

Before finally going back to get his clothes, Joey lingers for a while, savoring the moment with a hint of reluctance.

[thedisposablevillain]

Rereading my first long yugioh fic is wild like

Damn, just go to therapy

"The Boy in the Attic", more like "the boy with undiagnosed depression and autism"

[book-keeper]

Pairing: Puzzleshipping (Atem/Yugi)

Puzzlejune Prompt: Royalty

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.7k

Summary: When he had met Atem at a Halloween party last year and had asked what he did for a living, he'd thought the other had just been flirting when he said he was a knight in shining armor. Admittedly, it had worked that night, but when he actually went to Atem's house a few days later and saw all the costumes, swords, and riding equipment, Yugi took it a bit more seriously.

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Atem is a jousting knight at the local Renaissance Festival, and Yugi and the gang take their first trip to see him at work.

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I don't think I've shared a fic on tumblr in... let's just say SEVERAL years.... But this most recent offering I created for PuzzleJune 2023 has received so much love and encouragement from so many incredible folks I adore and admire. So I've been duly encouraged (by one @cloudsmachinations specifically) to share here as well!

If you like puzzle boys, Renaissance Festivals, and utterly ridiculous scenarios to flirt in, I hope you'll enjoy this fun romp!!

[tenderwulf]

I was going through an old sketchbook and I found a small sketch of the Golden Egg's kitchen. I don't remember why I had drawn this, but I thought I'd share

(For anyone wondering, this is a setting from my tendershipping/puzzleshipping fic, The Last Puzzle)

[shadowbrightshine]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312774/chapters/98378277

This is "past the card games, at least for now" a yugioh Egypt post Canon fic where Yugi stayed behind in Egypt with Atem after a year in the modern world alone.

I don't know how make it do the click on it thing the other posters do.

So the ao3 in my name isn't for nothing.

I'm the one who made this and several other fics, but I lost motivation.

Well after a year I've posted a new chapter to this little thing.

(Yes I'm one who wrote the Dsmp fic "I won't Let him Near You", and I miss it sometimes)

Let me know what you think. Maybe now that I have a social platform my motivation won't die as fast.

[miris-fanfics]

I'm finally starting to get a little farther along with tendershipping fanfic I'm writing, hopefully I can get it done soon so everyone can read it! I'm an overthinker so please understand I keep rewriting alot! thank you :3 you guys are so awesome

[mirpuzzle]

My piece for the YGO RarePairs MiniBang! I got to work with the talented Whim, who captured this whirlwind of emotions and transformed it into a beautiful fanfic! 

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘖3: [ link ]

𝘒𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢'𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘒𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘮’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴: 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘵𝘩, 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘞𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦

[fictionfromthevoid]

Seto Kaiba affection headcanons

Seto is not really a touchy person

not much of a cuddler either

BUT... LOVES hand holding and hugs

he won't let go of your hand

I mean it. When you are next to each other HE WILL HOLD YOUR HAND

No matter if you are walking through Domino City or you are in a business meeting

If someone judges you two for it he will DESTROY them

"Are you jealous Wheeler because you can't get a partner? It's not my fault no one loves you"

In meetings, however, he will secretly hold your hand under the table - he can't risk his image after all

your hand is his lifeline

if he's mad, stressed, anxious or generally feeling bad and you are in public he will squeeze your hand really tight

you then will rub soothing circles on the back of his hand, stand just a bit closer to him or make up an excuse to leave the situation completely

Big hugger (I've written Seto Kaiba hugging headcanons so feel free to check them out (x) )

Sucker for forehead kisses

if you cup his face with your hands and gently kiss his forehead under his bangs He. Will. Melt

His love language is definitely quality time

no matter if it’s a friendly duel, playing video games, talking, cooking together or just working in the same room Seto just wants to spend time with you

He will make an effort to incorporate you into his life

making time for you and including you in everything he does as best as possible

he will seek you out during the day, quietly sitting down next to you and continuing doing what he has been doing... just in your presence

if you plan a date he will make time for you no matter what

even if he has to postpone or cancel a meeting

He is the CEO and if he cancels, his employees have to deal with it

will plan dates in his virtual world for you two

spending hours to write just the perfect programme to create the most romantic atmosphere

your first kiss probably happens in the virtual reality too

His kisses are soft and gentle

but he will only kiss you in private, never in front of other people

he won’t be able to say that he loves you for a long time

even if he knows that he does the words just won’t come out of his mouth

he also doesn't really care if you do as long as you show him through your actions

he very much loves you but is terrible at affectionate words

He will make video games for you

if he initiates cuddles he is feeling bad. Like really bad

this means his mind is so loud and the pain is so overwhelming that he needs you to hold him for a long time to keep him sane

when everything is alright your 'cuddling' mostly looks like you two laying in bed together foreheads pressed together while holding hands and sharing occasional kisses

if you are working or studying a lot and are stressed out he will bring you food and your favourite (caffeinated) drink

[kitsunefaux]

All Ships Week - Day 3

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh

Ship: Tendershipping

Prompt: Horror/Supernatural

Content Warning: Blood & Injuries

Enjoy!

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As a vampire hunter, Ryou knew the dangers of being caught out after dark. It hardly mattered now. Blood soaked his blue-knit jumper, pain shooting through his body with each stumbling step. He wasn’t making it home either way.

Ryou gritted his teeth as he leaned back against an alley wall, a dumpster and a dead end to his right, a seldom trafficked side street to his left. His chest rose and fell in pronounced movements, his palm pressed tight over his abdomen to slow the bleeding. He’d been ambushed just as the last golden rays of sunlight slipped below the horizon, courtesy of some vampire crime boss who got tired of Ryou sticking his nose into his illicit business. Usually, he had no problem dealing with lackeys, but this time…

Well, let’s just say that someone else took advantage of his distraction to get in an easy hit.

A chill wind caressed his cheek, a low whistle in his ears. His eyelids fluttered, consciousness slipping like sand through his fingers. He was almost grateful when the slap of shoes against the pavement jolted him to his senses, a hiss of pain falling from his lips.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the thorn that’s burrowed itself into my side.” Bakura stopped a few steps away, brandishing Ryou’s knife. “You dropped this.” Red dripped from a silver blade, a taunt from a thief. Bakura didn’t even need his own weapon to end him.

Ryou lifted his head, meeting a blood-tinted gaze, his own eyes concealed beneath mirrored lenses. White hair fell haphazardly around Bakura’s face, his smirk revealing a single fang. After ensuring Ryou’s undivided attention, he raised the knife to his mouth, swiping his tongue along the blade, savouring the taste of spilt blood. Ryou shuddered and blamed the wind.

“What? Nothing to say?” The knife clattered to the ground, and Bakura kicked it away. “One little stab and you’re done? You humans are all so…” He moved in an instant, grabbing Ryou’s wrist. “Fragile.” Blood flowed freely from his uncovered wound, a red puddle spreading over his jumper.

“That was a dirty trick,” Ryou said, his voice weak, more breath than sound.

“What was?” Bakura raised Ryou’s bloodied hand to his lips and began to lick it clean, like a cat grooming its paw. His grip stayed firm when Ryou tried to pull away. “I’ve played so many tricks, you’ll have to remind me which one. Or…” He let the hand fall. “We could cut to the chase.” 

Ryou turned his head as Bakura snatched the mirrored shades from his face, crushing them beneath a vindictive heel. “That’s more than enough of that, I think.” Bakura grabbed his chin, bringing it back around. “Let me see your pretty eyes, little one.” An icy hand cupped his cheek. “Don’t worry. I can take the pain away.”

“Just let me die,” Ryou said, a near-silent plea, tears gathering in soft brown eyes.

Bakura smiled, and it almost looked fond. “Oh, Ryou.” He tucked a stray white lock behind his ear. “I think we both know that’s not going to happen.”

Careful with his movements, Bakura gathered Ryou into his arms and carried him off into the night.

[gallusrostromegalus]

I want to confess to you that I've been following you for multiple years now and it wasn't until today when i saw your post asking questions about AO3 and then me subsequently looking it up as a result that i realized that TPOFATGIF was an actual fanfic. Until this point it was all Goncharov to me. Existing nebulously and talked about but never actually written down anywhere besides in the occasional tumblr post talking about certain details

"You fanfic was all Goncharov to me" is the funniest fucking thing. Thank you for giving me the confidence to promo it, I was worried I was over-promoting it but APPARENTLY NOT?

But yes, it's a real fic, it's really long and I'm really proud of it tbh.

The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh Duel monsters Rated: mature for violence and adult themes

[boredwritergirl]

Day 4 - Duel Spirits

Hey everyone, a weird one for you today. I just did a writing sprint with @sapphicdesiress and I somehow accidentally made a fanfic of Yu-Gi-Oh GX. I've never made a fanfic before and idk if I'll ever do it again, but as with all the previous stories, I'm open to make a follow up if there's a desire for it. Also, while this is technically a fanfic, i must stress that it doesn't take much show knowledge to follow and honestly, I don't believe I properly represented the show nor the Character Alexis Rhodes. I imagine many of you would claim somethings are out of character and kind of mean spirited and I completely agree with that. But It's still something I wrote, and I think it works as a standalone story, so it's likely that people with only a vague knowledge of the show would like it more than die hard fans. Maybe I will make a more faithful fanfic sometime, But I'm perfectly ok if this is the only one I ever make. Also, I did take the time to edit this since I was in a writer's sprint, making shit up off the top of my head, typing fast on a phone, so yeah, It needed A LOT of editing, but it's in a decent state to share with you all now. Thanks for reading and hope you catch tomorrow's story.

Duel Spirits

The school was never pretty, but it looked especially daunting at night time. It felt wrong, like I was doing something against nature. But as I rummaged through the principal's office, I knew I needed to find it. I couldn't leave one stone unturned. I needed to see what he was hiding.

I made a complete mess of that buffoon's office. I just know he was hiding something. I just know that he knows what happened to my brother.

I took a deep breath before taking a look out the door, making sure no one's lurking in the hallway.

It has to have something to do with the abandoned building on the edge of the campus, the one place on this island that's forbidden to attend.

That must be where I go next, into the forest, into the abandoned dorm where my brother and 5 other obelisk blue students disappeared. I'll never give up on finding Atticus, even if I do get caught.

As I began to step out, I immediately closed the door as I heard footsteps in the distance. As I listened out, I could tell who it was. It was unmistakably the footsteps of the flamboyant Dr Crowler, I almost didn't recognize it without the accompanying sounds of his entitled gloating from earning a doctorate in playing Duel Monsters.

He was likely on his way to find some other way to mess with Jaiden, but I couldn't worry about that now. Atticus could still be out there, needing my help at this very instant. 

It's a shame I have to operate in the dark like this. As the highest ranking woman duelist in the academy, a lot of eyes are on me. Not as many as are on Zane, but I can't afford to slip up, because any mistake caught will be campus gossip before I could know it.

Then I heard the sounds of Dr Crowler coming back, this time his hand trying to turn the knob on the door. 

I made my escape through The giant window behind the Principal's chair and slowly climbed my way down from the building and onto the ground beneath me.

I immediately booked it, running to the abandoned dorm, through the dark forest of the night. 

But then I got lost. I looked and looked all around, not being able to see anything other than trees, endless trees!

I had no choice but to keep running and running, until I saw something strange… winged kuriboh.

Winged Kuriboh was one of Jaidens cards, but what was it doing here? And how was it physically in front of me? I didn't see a duel disk lying around, so it couldn't have been from that. Perhaps there was an old Industrial Illusions hologram generator around but those were outdated anyways, besides there's no chance Kaiba Corp would allow another company's tech at their campus.

The little furry winged beast beckoned to me, not able to speak, but gently cooing and pointing behind it. It wanted me to follow it.

I did so, going deeper into the woods following a duel monsters card come alive.

But then I stood shocked, dead in my tracks as I saw them… my deck. All of the monsters of my deck had come alive, and there was something wrong with them. Their eyes were blood red, their skin was rotten and foul. The cute and feminine deck I used to have became perverted into this monstrosity… I immediately ran away for my life, being chased by them. Their howls echoed through the night.

Blade skater and cyber gymnast zipped through the trees effortlessly, Cyber tutu and Etoile Cyber jumping from tree branch to tree branch trying to take me down while Cyber prima and cyber petite angel chased me in mid air.

I kept running, my legs not stopping for an instant. My face was soaked with sweat and my breaths were short and rapid, my heartbeat going at the pace of an F1 formula racer.

This couldn't be real, this can't be happening. Duel Monsters aren't real, it's just a children's card game! This makes no sense.

Of all the monsters, oddly enough, it was Cyber Petite angel that managed to get the jump on me. grabbing the duel disk on my arm and smashing it into the tree, completely shattering both the duel disk and my bones.

I let out a scream of terror and pain as I came to a collision, my arm now out of its socket. 

I tried to crawl away with the one arm I had left. All of the monsters I won my duels with smashing the duel disk until it was nothing but miscellaneous scraps of metal and wires.

But I didn't stop moving… I couldn't stop moving. I crawled as much as I could, but it was fruitless. 

My most powerful monster, Cyber Angel Dakini stood before me. He held his javelin to my face, lightly scraping my cheek to make me bleed.

It was obvious what was to come, what was to happen, that I'd never find Atticus again, that this was the end of Alexis Rhodes

But then suddenly, Jaiden Yuki Showed up. He's a great duelist from the Slyfer dorms. And of course. He did what he does best, say a bunch of heroic crap, tell the spirits to “get your game on!” And starts dueling my deck to save my life.

I couldn't pay attention at all to the fight, my eyes were focused on my arm. Knowing Jaiden, he probably just used his Elemental Heroes so he can fusion summon Elemental hero flame wingman, set up his skyscraper card to boost it by one thousand attack points and win with his special effect just like always.

When he won, he took me to the nurse. They did all they could for me, but nothing was ever the same after that. 

I tried to go back to classes, But everyone looked at me differently. Before I was Alexis, the girl everyone wanted or wanted to be… but now, I'm just a victim. Status never mattered to me before, but it hits differently when you have nothing left.

Maybe I'll never find my brother, but I figured I could make another deck and go back to my dueling studies, but no… every time I saw a card from my old deck, I'd just freeze in terror. I'd lose over and over again until I was demoted from obelisk blue, all the way down to Slyfer red. 

I finally got kicked out after a couple Of years. I just couldn't go back. No matter how hard I fought, I'd just lose, lose, lose.

I felt so pathetic. I couldn't save Atticus anymore than I could save myself. I finally admitted to myself that I'd never find him, and that my career was just as lost as he was.

Atticus deserved better and I used to think I deserved better too, but now I'll settle for just a single night where I don't have to relive all of that in my dreams.

I'm sorry, Atticus Rhodes… but you deserved A better sister. It should have been me who vanished in that abandoned dorm instead of you…

[stardustspell]

In the Land of Gods & Monsters

Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: hidden identities, canon pairs - Freeform, Boss/Employee Relationship, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, kisara is a mythology buff, Eventual Smut, Stalking, don't worry seto kaiba isn't the stalker in this situation, Kidnapping, Political Intrigue, is it real or is it a dream, very cloud atlas like, perhaps i did a line before i wrote this, just kidding dont call the cops i dont do crack, which is even more concerning if you think about it, Slow Burn, these tags are chaotic, Masterbation, kinda like final destination a little?, Time Travel

(Hell. christ. I'm so sorry about these tags I really am.)

Chapter 16 Plunder

The penthouse was much the same as how we’d left it yesterday. Seto unlocked a door on the eastern side of the room that I hadn’t seen before because it blended in with the rest of the wall, and bade me follow him into a small stairwell awash in blue light. It lead directly up to an observation deck that I also hadn’t noticed. Perhaps it was one-way glass.

It featured four large monitors that he explained would be recording multiple angles of my VR experience, including my own visuals. It would be up to me to be observant and bear witness to any important details. All he had to do was monitor my physical vitals and make sure I didn’t go into cardiac arrest. 

Lovely. 

“There may be a time when our positions might be reversed, so I wanted to show you everything.” He said as he plugged in the hard drive to one of the towers, and glanced over his shoulder at me. “You know… just in case.”

I couldn’t tell if he was nervous, tired, embarrassed, or an impressive combination of the three. 

“I understand.” 

A beat of silence passed, and then it got awkward. 

“Did you have a question?” 

“Did you forget? You have to show me how to use the coffin.” 

“Pod,” he said, rolling his eyes heavenward. “It’s a pod, Kisara. Don’t joke. It’s serious.” 

I snorted, “I know, Seto. I’m messing with you."

He shook his head as if I were acting like such a child, and stood. “Let’s get you patched in.” 

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