Tag: yami yugi

greelin:

greelin:

this is an issue that no one ever wants to address or discuss but like.. what even WOULD be the protocol for jacking it while possessed? just never doing it bc you have another presence just.. constantly there? or am i just a fool.. jerk it anyway bc you aren’t a coward.. live w/ the repercussions and whatever will be will be

after making this post i’ve realized that this is perhaps something many of you are TOO eager to discuss.. we’re done here

Ask if they will give you a helping hand.

zombiekaiba:

It’s hard to get a feel for what kind of person Atem actually was in life, since all we really see is a handful of flashbacks of him as a small child + a post-character development Yami trying to muddle his way through an rpg version of his past…but it’s lines like these (and the implication that Priest Seto genuinely thought this was something the pharaoh would be amused by) that make me suspect that Season 0 Yami didn’t just spring out of nowhere.

Pharaohs were also gods on earth and what he said was law so I still enjoy the idea of Atem originally being a terrible and cruel power. It best explains how he was when he arrived originally. Passing judgement how he best saw fit but given whoever a ‘fair trial’ playing out games he knew for a fact they would fail at.

But I also believed over time he learned to become kind and truly more just in his trials thanks to Yugi and his friends.

This is a good post. Thank you op.

onenatroll:

Inktober Day 6 – Sword

Busy weekend = low effort chibi time sry

YES. THIS. This is precious in so many ways and I love it- but that also means their parents are all there in the audience. (So I am guessing. I know it says chibi but my mind is just like LOOK AT THESE LIL BABIES!)

I imagine Tristan’s folks are watching with ugly tears running down their faces proud of their lil boy and going to tell him so, thinking of him as a star even though he is just playing the role of a tree. This starts his love for costumes and beautification.

Anzu’s folks are quietly watching. They are equally proud of their tiny princess playing the role she was meant to be but also trying to pay everyone an equal share of their attention.

The Mutou boys are facing the dragon. Their mom sitting next to her father in the crowd. Solomon is doing his best to comfort his daughter who seems stuck thinking about her late husband and how he is missing out on this beautiful moment in their lives. Solomon is just trying to be certain she won’t miss out on it either and let her grief consume her like his once had when he lost his wife years prier.

Seto’s own folks are still alive. They are in the middle of the crowd and holding hands. The wife holding onto news to tell Seto he’s going to be a big brother soon after they both tell him what a fierce and mighty dragon he was.

Joey’s parents are in the back. His dad was late and has hints of booze on his breath. This is just the start of his drinking problem. Joey’s mom is also pregnant but further along. They don’t know how they are going to support their family but she has hope unlike the dad. After the play she will tell Joey he shouldn’t whack others with things and miss that the magician had ‘brought him to life’ to fight the dragon. 

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I’m sorry. I just have so many feels for this piece.

Help! Since Atem/Yugi has tri-colored hair what color are his pubes? I need to know it keeps me up at night! Are they a fourth color? Are they three colors? I need to know!

artbinofsin-archived201801:

questions like these make me wonder what some of you people do when subjected to a person with unnaturally coloured hair in public.

The brightly colored hair thing is natural in anime. This is baby Atem. 
Conclusion is Yugi was also born with same natural hair.

As for pubes I imagine it to be like in Fruits Basket. Also natural but no one would believe it until they see it.

Intrusive Thoughts (Cat!Marik)

Marik liked to think himself a fairly simple feline. He enjoyed exploring the outside world, getting into fights, winning said fights, and occasionally snuggling up to an attractive white cat or two. These were all reasonable things to him.

What was unreasonable though was all the effort he put into attempting to charm one feline in particular. That was Bakura. A white fluffy mess that was virtually a perfect killing machine. Maybe not as perfect as himself as he loved to torture his meals before partaking but none the less, Bakura was a killer. The unfair part was that Bakura did not like him and he could not figure out why.

Marik sat near the balcony railings, tail flickering in thought. It was unusual for him to want to be indoors but down below was Bakura. His handsome Bakura… and that disgusting other cat whose name he hadn’t a clue. Enemy would have to do.

Enemy had stupid unruly mane with pointy fringe that only seemed to make his stupid purple eyes stand out more and a purple cape. Clearly he was trying to imitate Marik’s own fashion but did it so badly that it somehow looked okay if Bakura was with him. UGH!

Marik glared down over the edge at the seemingly happy couple with great disgust.

How did this happen?! He brought Bakura an offering! He even proved he was a fine specimen that any feline should be grateful to have around! When all that failed he tried to show his adoration by helping the other groom only to be clawed in the face. HIS FACE! His perfect face…

On the bright side he would have something to remind him of the other when he would lap at his water dish but it was alas bittersweet.

It was then that Enemy looked up as if sensing the hatred from the balcony that Marik realized he had been caught staring again. Bakura turning his head up to stare too at what had disturbed his pathetic choice in affection.

Instinctively the Ishtar hissed showing all his needly teeth. Bakura red eyes judging him. Looking at him as if /he/ were the scum of the earth and not /that/ revolting thing beside him wearing a ridiculous upside down pyramid! He hated that look. Oh how Marik loathed it. That another stole the attention he so desperately craved and needed.

Ears folded back he turned his head away unable to handle the rejection and keep on witnessing the love he wanted giving so freely to someone so undeserving.

Enemy had everything a cat could want. Everything and now more.

The growl in Marik’s throat faded as he padded away from the edge to curled up in a darkened corner by himself. Ears still folded down and tail now wrapped tightly around himself while his traitorous mind edged back to thinking about how happy his Bakura looked with Enemy. It was… Awful.

Yeah. He wanted Bakura to be happy but… why couldn’t he be happy with him? Why did he- why couldn’t he impress the one other that mattered most? If he was so much better than Enemy then… why did he feel like this? Like he was… Like he was nothing.

Hope it’s not too out of cat character and stuff. Just felt like writing weird shit i guess.

Based on @frigidloki‘s cat AU.