Tag: yu-gi-oh!

milliekou:

I was rambling to a friend about the Maid AU and I like the idea of Bakura being a NEET in this AU.（＾ヮ＾)

Bakura: You don’t even clean up around here. Why would anyone want you for a maid?

Ryou: *puts a hand on the table and leans in close* I clean up after you all the time but your room is where I draw the line. *hand touches partly eaten burger and jumps at sudden sensation, throwing it onto Bakura lap where it falls apart and onto the floor*

Bakura: HEY!!?!

Ryou: *embarrassed and taking their leave* Clean your room, you mumbling cove!

milliekou:

So a change of plans, I decided to cancel the school AU sideblog thing due to some new thoughts and a lot of RL errands swarming in on me unpredictably. I apologize sincerely. OTL

This was supposed to be exclusive to it but eh, I decided to post it (and the rest of the AU) here in my main blog. 

Feel free to ask about random stuff, ideas, etc within the AU here instead~ ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Shame on losing the side blog idea but doing what is best for you is more important.

Also, I think you draw him well. Bastard has to be somewhat vain and probably is more emotional and easy to upset when he has to trim his beard to stay professional looking for work but thinking back to when his wife had told him she loved the beard- but seeing the twins just instantly spoils that happy memory because they are why she is gone. Not some medical issues and whatnot. No. He needs a tangible thing to hate but since Malik will listen to him more than Mariku… Yeah.

I thought he was singing into a brush at first then got mad when his children were laughing about it then realized it was the folded belt of pain. Like… One of his kids is gonna be fucked up soon.

A Painful Lesson (Deathshipping)

It was always uncanny how a song on the radio could mess with one’s head so easily. Unfortunately, Melvin found himself no exception to that rule.

Eyes burning not with hate but sorrow. An emotion hardly anyone else believed the man could feel as they only seen him filled with hate or oddly sedated with boredom when not being creepy.

A palm rubbing at his closed eyes as he tried to hold it all in with no avail. Tears at last starting to fall as he cracked on the floor.

“Shut up!” He yelled at the radio but Avril Lavigne’s song kept on going. Melvin too grief stricken to stand up and shut the offensive radio off so it kept on going.

You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it. All of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending~

The chorus further fueling his awful mood. He begged it to shut up before sobbing and raking his own hands through his hair. Fingers grasping at the soft golden spikes and yanking on them hard feeling like that might tear him apart and grant him some form of relief.

The note fluttering off his lap and to the floor beside him, face down, but several stray teardrops had soaked through it. Blue ink showing through and revealing only broken words but Melvin had it all memorized.

Ryou wanted to break up. But why? Why a note? Why not… Not to his face? The shock alone would keep him from being killed but for some reason this hurt worse.

The note just telling him that it was over and he wanted to move on with someone else but not who or how long he felt this way.

You’ve got your dumb friends, I know what they say. They tell you I’m difficult but so are they~

Were they behind it? Were the radio gods trying to tell him that it was their fault? But… No. Maybe? He wanted to believe it was someone else’s fault but the more his mind wondered the more muddled it became and self destructive.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke as one hand slipped from his hair and clawed at his own face. “I can change.” his voice fragile and starting to crack. Throat too tight that breathing hurt. “I’ve been trying.”

Oh how he was trying so hard but it was difficult. He was born from hatred so it was impossible to irradiate and somehow became misplaced with time. He was just learning how to become a better person, not kill or harm people, biting was wrong unless the other consented- hell, he really was trying. It was just so difficult when he was forced to deal with it all the only way he knew how till the past few years and now… now it was for nothing?

Were the others going to leave him soon too? Were they never really his friends?

Oh gods! This was all for nothing wasn’t it?

Melvin let out a disgusting wail that radiated from his chest that he tried to cut off by biting into his own wrist to silence it. The noise still coming from his trembling form but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He was everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it~

If this was how things were going to end then why did Ryou help get him out of the Shadow Realm in the first place? He was better off dead then this. This was too much. 

Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all never knew what love really was. That piece of shit was a filthy liar! It was better to be hated and never love then to learn to be let go… this was the most painful lesson he was ever going to learn and it was his last lesson… wasn’t it?

reynadia:

arminizewithme:

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Reasons why I really appreciate this:

  • First off, thank you for including my smol son in this Yugioh Rock Band AU!!!! yes!!!!
  • Look at him being a DJ, he’s so excited!! i bet he’s doing such a good job, you go lil Yugi.
  • RIPPED JEANS OMG LOOK AT THIS LITTLE PUNK
  • Those gold converse shoes and his pimped out fingerless gloves and the ankle buckles and jewelry. like he is more decked out that Yami, I love it.
  • that pose, he’s totally multitasking with all the different equipment. My son is so talented, I’m so proud.
  • THAT CUT  OUT SHIRT OH MY GO D  YUGI

Sometimes I forget that Yugi is the one who picks out all the leather bondage slave outfits and that Atem canonically doesn’t like his taste, but look at him going for it anyway. You go Yugi, you follow your dreams. And your strange, strange fashion sense.