but had to do a ryou one



You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

- “Saturn” by Sleeping At Last

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Tears seeped through the fabric of Ryou’s shirt and slender fingers dug into his back with a force he’d never thought Keith possessed. There was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. No support he could’ve offered. He could only wrap his own arms around the smaller figure and hold him.

It had been two months. Two months since Keith fled the constricting walls of the Galaxy Garrison and vanished into the cold desert night. Two months and twenty-two days since Iverson’s spokesman announced the Kerberos mission was a failure. Two months and twenty-nine days since the comms of his brother’s ship went dead.

Noone knew where Keith went that night, except for Ryou. There was only one place in the world Keith would seek out for shelter. It was the only place Takashi had never shared with his twin. Because it was their place. Their shelter. Keith and Shiro. Only them. And Ryou had respected that, content with the fact that his brother had finally found love, even if Takashi himself hadn’t known that back then.

Now that Takashi was gone, he couldn’t help but venture out into the desert more and more often. He felt adrift and numb, left in a state of levitation before reality would finally come crashing in. Always looking for that special place that held so many memories of his brother. The shack.

Packed with supplies - food, water, wool blankets, lamp oil, a notable stock of lighters and all the little things Keith may or may not need by now - Ryou had steered his black hoverbike away from the Garrison this morning and straight into the unforgiving heat of the desert. Always looking for that one spot on the map that still held some of his brother’s very soul. That one damned spot that Ryou knew he should never seek out. For it held the only tangible evidence of his brother’s death. His absence at Keith’s side. And he knew this would break him.

When he finally found the shack, he knew Keith was there before he even saw him in person. The red hoverbike, parked right infront of the small porch, gave him away. Its black twin’s engine purred and finally went silent under Ryou. Before Kerberos, before everything went down the drain, the red bike had belonged to Takashi. A gift, Ryou had made for him. He still remembered the face Taka made when he’d seen his birthday present. Now that day seemed eons away… Surreal and alien like memories of a life that belonged to somebody else.

Keith opened the front door before Ryou could even make it to the porch. And for one moment it seemed like the world had come to a halt, remembering that there was something missing, before it started turning again with cold, regardless indifference. Feigning ignorance towards two now incomplete and broken beings. The universe had greater things to take care of.

Seeing Ryou - the spitting image of his lost brother - must’ve been the last straw. Keith hadn’t cried. Not when Ryou had called him after the ship went silent, not when the announcement came that all crew members were believed to be dead. Not even when he had left the base. He had punched people. He had seethed with rage and he had broken things, but never cried. Now however…

“He promised!”, the younger man cried. A heartwrecking, choked sound. “He promised he’d come back!”

Now, after three months, shock and numbness, disbelief and repression finally faded… Keith cried.

And it broke Ryou…


So…. uh… this… this got out of hand? All I wanted was to express my headcanon that Ryou and Keith knew eachother from their time at the Garrison and that Ryou visited Keith after he got expelled. And that they both mourn Shiro together. But somehow I ended up writing way more than I had planned. xD Oh well…

The new trailer for s3 kinda left me adrift because WHAT THE FUCK. Why they keep doing this to me with every new season?! Where’s Shiro? Why’s he not in the trailer?! Why can’t we just… have him back and be save for once? Not knowing if my poor baby survives every new damn season has me stressing like fuck! So I felt like drawing Keith coping with losing Shiro. And then I ended up drawing this and feeling bad for poor Keith! Now I feel like I want to cry my eyes out…

Yu-Gi-Oh! Theory: How Bad Continuity Made Ryou Bakura the Most Powerful Character in the Series

(I should probably mention that I’m going entirely off of the mangaverse for this)

Okay so one thing about Ryou has been fucking me up for a while. When the Shadow RPG happened in season zero, Ryou Bakura summoned the NPC, White Mage Bakura. This character was obviously made as a stand-in for him, right? And if there is one thing that the season zero arc established, it was that shadow games are used to test the power of people’s souls. They are literally used to quantify the strength of a person’s heart. That being said, however…

Ryou Bakura is only two levels below Zorc.

16 year old Ryou Bakura is almost as strong as Yami Bakura, an actual literal demon. That being said, though, this is only the power of Ryou’s soul when he’s half-conscious, as he was being possessed at the time. He managed to almost rival the spirit of the Millennium Ring in sheer power, and that wasn’t even the full extent of his abilities.

No, this is all just the tip of the iceberg

Keep reading


Ok friends in case you didn’t know, I had a meltdown on twitter the other day concerning a Certain Younger Shiro bro that hasn’t been spoken about since like, Go Lion, and what that means in my head about Shiro headcanons (particularly the older brother complex) SOMEONE BRING BACK SHIROGANE RYOU

Two Minutes (part 1)

so there was this picture and a (kinda) prompt that came across my dash.  And it sounded like fun - which is to say that the first sentence bit me and once I’d written that, more came.  I feel like there’s more but in these few minutes between chicken chasing and leaving to pick up my dad this is what came out.  @theprojectava I don’t know if this is what you wanted but its my start at least.


He’s not Takashi.

He will never be Takashi.  Takashi, who’s the oldest by a mere two minutes and forty seconds and wears every nanosecond of that birth order in his very bones.

Not that his twin is all straight-laced propriety.  Taka can cut loose and subvert the rules with an almost serene joy.  But he knows it when he does.  Because Taka always knows the weights and balances in everything he does and he manipulates and maneuvers the scale like a pachinko grandmother who’s riding her entire month’s pension check on it.  Ryou gave up trying to match or even meet him when it comes to things like odds or strategy before they were even out of their pre-teens.  Taka can turn on a heartbeat, ride the edge of an eyelash, slip through the tightest spot and keep climbing.  Takashi, bluntly put, is the golden son of the Shirogane family.  And, sometimes, he would be lying if Ryou didn’t admit it was hard, seeing that gleam ahead of him all the time.  It would be harder if his brother was anyone other than his Takashi.  Because Taka never saw him as his shadow, never treated him like an accessory, never loved him with anything less than his whole fierce loyal heart and Ryou - well, Taka wasn’t just the Shirogane family’s golden boy.  He was Ryou’s too.  There had always been a strong, consistent comfort and reassurance in that steady gleam of gold.  Taka had always considered Ryou included in that glow.

If Takashi was the family mon in human form though, Ryou had his own place.  Because every mon needed steel to partner it.  And no one could match Ryou there.

The first time he got into trouble, really got in trouble, it was when he took apart his grandfather’s prized timepiece to see what made it chime.  He’d been six.  By the time he was seven he’d put it back together and for the first time in a century it had ticked time perfectly.  His mind didn’t make the leaps ahead that his golden twin’s did, his mind dug deep and kept digging.  Taka was naming the stars and learning his grandfather’s poetry as soon as he could talk.  Ryou had sat in their father’s study and poured over old, vanilla smelling books about biology and chemistry, learning to enjoy the way things slotted so perfectly into place when enough parts were present.  Taka mastered go and Ryou card games, preferring the patterns he could watch for and manipulate to make things fall perfectly into place.  Taka dreamed up adventures for them around the family fish pond and Ryou built small soldiers out of loose bolts and their grandmother’s fabric scraps to accompany them.  When they were old enough Taka learned to make a hovercraft dance like a petal in the wind and Ryou learned to tune it so that it whispered or purred or sang.  They weren’t complete opposites.  They were almost evenly matched in combat, training together young, with Taka having the advantage of strategy and Ryou the advantage of recognizing patterns quickly.  They both laughed easy, loved bad movies, told worse jokes - but Ryou was the one that would do something just to see what would happen while Takashi preferred figuring it out ahead of time and acting accordingly.  That - last trait meant that more than once it was Takashi that played the hero to Ryou’s messes, not always graciously, but, more often than not, wanting all the details afterward, just as knowledge hungry as his two minute younger twin. 

For twins, they didn’t often play the identical twin joke.  None of the family had ever fallen for it, their cat clever grandmother least of all, and Taka was too soft-hearted to use it on other students or their teachers.  Ryou had empathy.  His just wasn’t as sensitive as Taka’s.  Sometimes a good joke outweighed someone else’s temporary dignity.  As long as it wasn’t done maliciously, Ryou was more willing with the twin hijinks.  And, sometimes, when he was taking his brother’s actions apart in his mind, curious as always, he wondered… if his brother didn’t play twin jokes for Ryou’s own sake.  Because he knew and he knew that his brother could have envied him his golden position.  Sometimes Ryou did.  But that happened less and less the older they got and the more Ryou found his own strengths outside of his brother’s.

Because if Taka could pilot anything - Ryou was the one that could build it.

(part 2)

A Noctis Birthday Gift

Ignis doesn’t ask for much.

Tumblr hates long images. I had to chop it up for it to be recognizable at all.

Original Artist: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=manga&illust_id=61331994

Noctis: Hey, Ignis, is there anything you want?

Don’t put in carrots

Ignis: What’s this about all a sudden?

Noctis: What? It’s your birthday! Tomorrow! You couldn’t have forgotten?!


Ignis: Ah, that’s right.

Ignis: Yes. I’d like fo ryou to fix your unbalanced diet.

Noctis: Nooot something like that!

Noctis: Isn’t there something? A new book?

Noctis: A kitchen knife? Something?

Noctis: I wanna do something to make you happy…

Ignis: I see. There is one thing.

Ignis: Would you give your day to me?

Noctis: …Ha!


Noctis: That’s so pretentious.

Noctis: But


Noctis: Fine. I’d be happy to do it.

I’ll make a reservation for one selfless strategist.

Ignis: I’m much greedier than you think, Noct.


i sent a package filled with some old daiya scribbles (and a few yowapeda ones!) to a friend and it finally arrived today!!! here’s some of the things that made it in that i never posted before ; v;

plus the ryou doodle on the envelope:

so here’s what I’ve been getting and yep, I am weak.  So here’s part two (and the last part) of our Ryou In Spaaaace saga.  I hope you enjoy it, gang.  Or as I used to say ‘o best beloveds and gentle readers’.

part one for anyone that needs it

Ryou was scared.

He’d never been so scared in all his life, not even close.

And when Ryou got scared, he got angry.

In a way, the fact that all of this was so surreal helped. Everything had taken on a vague dreamlike quality, no, nightmare, and it helped him compartmentalize.  He’d never been as good at that before as his twin had been but - he’d watched the best do it and he had motivation to learn fast.  

Outside the crowd roared, like a wave crashing against rocks, sound receding a little but never going away entirely and bound to rise again.  Ryou hated that sound, and, at the moment, he hated every single throat it came out of, terror and frustration needed an outlet that was safe for him to feel.  Hate he could use, hate gave him singular focus - and he could discard hate when it didn’t suit him anymore.  Terror and frustration though - those were traps and he knew if he let himself realize they were there, they’d consume him.  So anger and hate it was and his hands, already battered and raw knuckled, clenched at his sides.

How had it come to this?

Keep reading

Random Yu-Gi-Oh headcanons no one asked for but I’m gonna dump them here anyway

- I have already talked once about how I want Mokuba to end up being the tall Kaiba brother, but it will never stop being important to me. It’s not by much, just a couple inches, but it’s enough make the littlebrother.exe file in Seto’s head costantly crash

- Mai and Isis had a thing once. It was mostly experimenting and didn’t last long. They don’t bring it up, but they stayed on friendly terms and on those rare occasions when they are in the same part of the world they try to find the time to get a coffee together and catch up

- Jou is really good with make up. No one is quite sure how or why he learnt, since he doesn’t wear it himself, but he’s always up for doing a friend’s make up

- Ryou is agender and goes by he pronouns. His answers to the question ‘are you a boy or a girl’ are always very creative and kind of creepy

- The best way to get Atem riled up is showing him Ancient Egypt documentaries. He’ll spend the entire time ranting about how wrong everything is. Yugi has videos about that one time Atem got drunk and started screaming at the TV in Egyptian

- Seto actually has wires in that coat to make it defy gravity. He started regretting his decision when he grew up but it’s too late to go back now. That coat is his trademark now and he has to wear it. He tries to make it float a little less tho

- No one knows why Ryou’s eyes seem to change color every once in a while. His friends thought it was just an impression at first until they compared some photos and found that yes, they do change. The best hypothesis is that he wears colored contacts. No one has asked him. No one is sure they really want that answer

- The only person in his friendship group that had not given Yugi a piggyback ride at least once is Seto, and he’s still in denial over being his friend. Jou, Honda and Otogi have given Yugi piggyback rides. Anzu has. Atem had, when he got his body back. Even Shizuka has once. Yugi really likes piggyback rides and people never stop marvelling at how light he is


Shadow Realm facts, according to Pegasus, Yami Yugi, and Ryou Bakura:

1. There’s very little to eat there, at least for humans.
2. Duel Monsters are real in the realm, and you can mentally summon them up, though doing so is considerably difficult and puts a strain on your mind.
3. Running out of energy while there will shred your soul to pieces.
4. Being trapped there increases the power of Millennium Items, and it’s implied the bearer of an Item can leech off your soul for extra power.

From this we can conclude that

5. Ryou had one heck of an offscreen adventure. He was the only one sent there after Yami Bakura lost the duel, and made it out okay. (I don’t know if he just died or what in the Japanese version, but that’s also very impressive to come back from XD)

I wrote ya a crummy little fanfic inspired by your latest adventure. (Forgive me for the ooc-ness)

Who knew that a magic could go so horribly wrong? Ryou Bakura certainly did not.

All he wanted to do was was find a way to make the spirit of the Millennium Ring calm down. It should have been simple enough. Talking it out had been his go to but waking up to find himself in the freezer of an ice cream truck with two empty gallons of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream at his sides and a third half eaten one on his lap he suddenly realized that the spirit of the Ring was unreasonable. So in the immortal words of Jackie Chan’s uncle, he knew that magic must defeat magic.

A drawn circle in chalk, some burning amber incenses, a book with questionable content to read from, and three small piles of salt around the Millennium Ring should have done the trick. At least he had thought it would. However there was one problem. The salt was actually sugar.

With a dull glow in the eye of the Ring as he read allow the questionable text Ryou had initially been excited. His life would be his again! The eye glowing brighter until it flashed and suddenly the room was dark.

No wait, his eyes were closed.

Ryou opened them slowly only to be face to face with a tiny version of himself. No wait. He recognized the person. It was the rascal spirit himself! The thief that stole his looks for he had forgotten his own!

“At last!” The little form cackled in a high pitched voice. “I am free!”

Ryou unable to help but laugh at that point. Never before had he heard the other sound so silly! And he is so tiny! Not at all the mincing ghost that only he could see but like a tiny little child with clothes too big for him on.

“What are you laughing at?” the chibi snarled adorably. What. That was supposed to be mincing. What was going on?

The thief blinked only to see that he was having to look up quite a ways to met his old host’s gaze.

“Why are you so big?!” the former spirit made flesh stumbling backward.

“I’m not big. You are just small,” Ryou explained before thumbing through the book to see just what he did wrong.

“Small?” The Ring did look bigger in his grasp now that he thought about it. Worse yet was that his pants were now baggy and were falling off. His shirt however still long enough to cover him but did little to hide the embarrassed yell as he tried to pull the jeans back up. “Fix this!”

The book suddenly snapped shut in Ryou’s hand. This was not what he wanted but perhaps… Perhaps this could still work. “No.”

The thief stamping his foot. “Fix it now!”

“No,” Ryou spoke more confidently. “I think… This might actually work.”

“What?” the chibi blinked in surprise at not getting his way. “What are you-?” The phone began to ring and both paused to look to it on the wall. “Well. Answer it then FIX THIS!” No way was he going to leave the house looking like this. His grade vengeance was not going to be carried out as a pint sized hero he thought himself to be! He would be full sized and taller than the boy who held the spirit of Puzzle.

Ryou tried not to snicker at seeming his former demon being no longer a threat in his current state and answered the phone with a proper hello. “…Woah, slow down! Yugi, what are you saying?” Ryou going quiet as the other frantically went on over the other end of the line. “What?“ 

The chibi thief crossing his arms and pouting in what he hoped was a menacing glare. 

"He’s- Are you serious?” Wait? “Oh… Wait. If he came out of your Puzzle and mine came out of the Ring. What? Oh, I uh…  I mean it just happened. Yeah. He’s actually surprisingly adorable.”

“You better not be talking about me!” the little one hissed at Ryou. A ‘one second’ hand gesture silencing him and the thief growled until something shiny caught his attention. Ooo.. What was that? It was on a table but with a little effort he could get it easily enough. He was an expert thief after all.

“I think I have a idea what happened. Just bring him here and I’ll explain.” Yugi talking again only for the line to go quiet on both ends. 
Yugi had a point. If this affected them then what were the odds that it affected Malik as well? If he still had the Rod and if the spirit in that was not completely lost then… Maybe it too was out?

“New plan. We head to Malik’s and make sure he’s okay. Yeah. Don’t worry.” Ryou stood up only to look around and see his little monster was gone. A curse leaving his lips. “I’m sorry. I gotta find him. Be there soon, I promise!” And with that he hung up looking around the room and at last spotting the curious spirit tittering on the edge of a table, knocking off sculpted characters that were still drying. Little hands reaching for a container of glitter that was knocked off when he grabbed the chibi with both arms, pulling him close and sighing at the mess now on his floor.

“Let go, let go!” the thief screamed, wiggling in the other’s arms.

“You wanted me to fix you right? Okay. I’m going to do that. We just got to do a few things first.” Ryou pulling the tiny thief along and grabbing his book along the way. “Apparently you aren’t the only one free now.”

“What?” Tiny Bakura blinked in surprise. “You mean other Yugi is too?" 
Ryou said nothing but that alone was enough confirmation for the other who now cackled adorably. "At last! Vengeance will be mine!”

“No. No vengeance. We are going to fix all this and put you all back. But first we need to check on Malik.”

A bit of silence as the thief turned the faintest shade of pink in memory of the Egyptian, Malik. “…why?”

“Just a precaution.” The door slammed behind them as with the other still tucked under his arm, Ryou started down the sidewalk towards the nearest bus stop. “Also I want to see if Mariku is back and as tiny as you.” Ryou holding back a mischievous smile of his own. How cute was little Mariku going to be? 

However, things were not going to be as expected once he would arrive. The spell soon to be discovered to have turned however was inside the items into smaller versions of their selves and grant the current holders use of the full grown bodies they were in posses of at the time. 
And little Malik was a terror no one was prepared to deal with, not even his full grown darker half who would be found poking at the other with a broom from behind the couch. 

@iamterra this is the cutest little story! thank you so so much. I am truly honored you would do this for me. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. <3


Another bunch of bookmark sketches (here were the others). But I think I have enough now. I would like to get them ready for a convention in early March… but I don’t know if I can do all of them… The won’t definetly be paintings, maybe some lineart-stuff. It may be better with the relatively small size anyway.

Tried to get some of you suggestions done in these :>
The one with Mokuba at the end is a little more manga canon. I like capsule monster chess and I wanted to make one bookmark with it.
For the one with Bakura… I just had no cool idea for it. I like Bakura, but my mind goes blank if I’m trying to draw Ryou :T

I hope these sketches aren’t too rough and you can understand what I were trying to draw :’D This is the messyness I usually don’t post.

As much as Tea is right about this applying to Joey, who entered the tournament without any experience to get enough money to save Serenity and had to learn as he went, this also applies to Kaiba, especially in Duelist Kingdom. XD; I think Mokuba only told the Yugis about their past, which is why Yugi’s more shocked and confused as to how Kaiba’s acting post-Mind Crush than angry. Yugi’s worried that Kaiba hadn’t changed at all, but Tea didn’t get the whole story so she’s defensive of Joey, the friend she does know. I think if she did know she’d still be angry at him beating Joey so badly and mocking him over the loss, but also more understanding of why he had to test the system out.

It crops up in Yugi and Kaiba’s duel too, where Kaiba not telling them why he had to beat Yugi so badly (and also wanting to fight Yugi regardless) caused a lot of issues for both sides! We get this in the anime too, where just before Kaiba and Pegasus duel, Yugi thinks “I knew Pegasus had Mokuba locked up, but I didn’t know he sealed his soul away! That’s why Kaiba went to such lengths to beat me!” All three of them were fighting to save their loved ones, Kaiba just wasn’t doing it by the tournament’s rules (until he was forced to).

Also Mai is just hanging there XD


dedramo 1 & 2 

I had no idea what to draw so I fell back to doodling bakuraes some AUs I thought up a while back that I still think about. The first one takes place in a middle earth / high fantasy setting, while the second revolves around a society of mages. I’m still waffling on names for them … 

Here’s a Thing I Believe. Part 4.

Oh, hi. Me again! So here’s one that’s been on my mind for a little while. Ever notice how the Yu-Gi-Oh! series has, like, almost zero decent parents in it? Never mind just how many of the characters don’t have parents at all, but think about the few that we do see.

Ryou’s dad is an absentee. He’s referenced, but we never see him. Kid spends the entire series ignored by everyone. Joey’s mom threw him to the wolves, and not once acknowledges the hardship he went through to pay for Serenity’s treatment. She acts like it’s expected, like she has no responsibility for taking care of her own daughter. Yugi’s dad doesn’t freaking exist.

Basically, the best parents in the series aren’t even parents to the kids they look after. We’ve got Seto Kaiba and Sugoroku Mutou. A brother and a grandfather. That’s it. And if you look at the manga … Seto’s debatable. Which means we would be left with exactly one fundamentally decent adult role model in the entire freaking series. Considering how many kids are in this show … that’s kind of concerning.

But I have a theory. Or, rather, I made a decision. I decided I would not be held by canon’s apparent need to ignore parents, and shed some light on who is perhaps becoming one of my favorite characters in the entire series.

Yugi’s mom.

So, picture this. You have this lady, living over a small business with her son and her … father-in-law? I think? I’m not sure. And said son has always had trouble making friends. He’s shy, kind of a nerd, can’t stand up for himself. What’s a mom to do? Well, in canon … apparently nothing at all. But that’s no fun.

So here’s what I picture. This woman — I call her Natsumi — may have had some trouble raising Yugi, because there’s only so much you can do to help an awkward teenager, but then something happened. Something changed.

Think about it. Yugi went from a loner with exactly one friend (everyone’s favorite dancing queen) to the center of a circle of about … seven? Eight?

Imagine, as a parent, if you watched your terminally shy kid suddenly break through whatever had been holding him back, and all of a sudden he’s got this army of folks ready to … basically go to war for him.

Personally, I think she’d be thrilled.

But here’s something else to consider. Yugi has this tendency to attract people with home life problems. Joey, Ryou, Mokuba, even Seto. Téa probably lives alone a lot of the time, if her parents travel as much as we’re led to believe while she stays in Domino. Who knows what’s up with Tristan?

Duke? Do not get me started on Duke.

So I think we just have to come to grips with a certain truth, here.

Natsumi Mutou is Team Mom.

Here’s a few thoughts I have:

  • Natsumi Mutou always makes sure that there are leftovers for Ryou to take home, whenever he visits, so that he has enough to eat during those long stretches of time when Dad is M.I.A.
  • If Joey shows up in the middle of the night, trying to escape another hopeless fight with his dad, Natsumi Mutou has a bed made up for him in roughly sixteen seconds.
  • Natsumi Mutou always gets this smug look on her face whenever Yugi and Téa are talking, because she just knows. She’s probably waiting for their first date, just so she can have banners and balloons and confetti guns ready for whenever Yugi gets home. She already has the banner made up, hidden in a closet, and all it says is: IT’S ABOUT FREAKING TIME.
  • The first time Serenity comes to the shop, looking for her brother, Natsumi Mutou immediately welcomes her as part of the family. 
  • Tristan and Duke both know better than to pull their faux macho dating rituals with Serenity where Natsumi Mutou can see or hear them.
  • Natsumi Mutou is a deft hand at making up the perfect cup of chamomile tea, for those of Yugi’s band that have trouble calming down or dealing with stress — which pretty much covers all of them.
  • The first time Mokuba comes over for a sleepover (because you know that he will), Natsumi Mutou becomes as embarrassingly fussy as Molly Weasley, and absolutely refuses to heed Yugi’s constant reminders that he’s rich, Mom, you don’t have to do this, he’s not being neglected, seriously, his brother’s kind of rude sometimes but he takes good care of hi — oh, for God’s sake, MOM!!
  • Mokuba is embarrassed at the attention, and part of him wants to be angry that this crazy woman apparently thinks his brother isn’t taking care of him, but part of him really does like it … and he wonders if maybe this is how his own mother used to act. Especially once he gets a chance to see her … in action, so to speak. I think Natsumi Mutou is a firestorm, and I think Mokuba would feel right at home with that.
  • The first time Seto is wrangled into visiting the shop for any length of time whatsoever, Natsumi Mutou insists that he join her for tea. She asks a lot of pointed questions about his business and his day-to-day routines, and Seto eventually catches the fact that she’s checking to make sure that Mokuba isn’t being neglected — like all the other people Yugi brings home.
  • Seto, like Mokuba, wants to be offended at the very thought. But some part of him can’t help but be impressed that there’s an adult somewhere in this city who actually cares about Mokuba’s welfare. Somehow, without realizing it and certainly without authorizing it … Seto likes this woman.
  • Sort of.

I hope you get what I’m trying to say, here. Basically, I think Yugi’s mom was criminally under-utilized, and the story would have been a lot more … heartfelt if she’d actually been given a chance to exist.

I have determined, from this day forward, any story that involves Yugi in any fashion whatsoever will also involve his mother. Because this woman is a treasure, damn it, and I love her to pieces.

@malik-fall-out, continued from ask

He didn’t know why he was here.  He hadn’t done anything but follow orders, that was the deal, only kill under orders, take care of the service animal, and he didn’t have to stay in asylums anymore.  He hated it, he was shaking in the corner.  He was real, he was real, he was not an illness he was real.  He mumbled to himself and could faintly hear voices.  He heard the slot in the door slide open.  He raised his eyes with a cold hateful look, and Ryou’s face was what he saw.  He was frozen, completely numb and unsure how to feel, mostly he looked through the snow haired boy continuing to mumble and trying not to shake.  

Ryou slid the slot closed as soon as Mariku’s eyes had turned onto him. What was he doing there? Ryou had only checked one of the rooms a random, curious about what was inside, and he had found him. Should he just leave him there? No, he had to find out why. Why was Mariku in one of the rooms that looked like cells.

He took a deep breath, then opened the slot again, looking down at the sad shape of his acquaintance. “…Mariku?”

mxlik  asked:

"Without the Moon life would not exist like it does. It's the Moon that makes life here on earth shine bright. So I must selfishly ask you to never leave my side. Do you think you can do that, Ryou? Can you stay by a dying stars side?"

     Confusion– He was so very confused, worry etched upon his features as he gazed up at the other, searching for the answers he so sought. Such a direct request, one that had Ryou wondering silently to himself: what exactly had prompted such words? Whatever the reason was, he found it didn’t quite matter. What mattered was, in that very moment, the tug he felt within his chest that prompted to reach out and tentatively brush the Egyptian’s cheeks with the back of his knuckles, eventually coming to cup them within his palms so that he would have the other’s full attention.

     “Malik… I will happily stay by your side.” He murmured softly, a thumb tracing gentle circles into the blond’s skin. “It’s from a star’s death that new life is born… If you so truly believe you are a dying star, then I will patiently wait for the day you go supernova… because from your past’s remains, you will reemerge anew, surrounded by stardust and knowledge…” Gently did he bring his hands to tangle within sunny locks, carefully guiding Malik’s head to rest against his shoulder as he enveloped him into a hug.

     “I will be here until then,” he breathed, “and I will stay long after– for as long as you wish me to. I will stay.”

I had a pretty cool dream where an internet friend, Ryou Bakura, and i were investigating and closing portals to the Shadow Realm. Something like that, anyway. It was kinda like Super Mario 64. Ryou could sense where the shadows were most concentrated, but Yami Bakura didn’t like what we were doing so sometimes we had to rescue Ryou when he went to explore and didn’t come back.

There was one area that looked like a shadowy mix of a fountain and a mirror, but built into a table upside down, and when you stuck your head in you could breathe. It was larger than it looked, too. Ryou had gone in there and couldn’t get out so we had to save him. The dream switched to something else soon, though.