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↳  Ryou Bakura and Marik Ishtar Aesthetic

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rewatching DM and screaming lately. please like if you still post duel monsters content in 2018. im so lonely + my dash is so empty (i follow from @indoukaoru!) 

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Forgot to upload this~

Sometimes, I wonder how awkward it would be for Malik to interact with Ryou post canon lololol.

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Dark Side of Dimensions collection [3/?]

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recover mostly manga-verse bg’s + characterization, takes place pre-canon rated G; ~1k words, hinted one-sided honda hiroto / jounouchi katsuya

writing this purely for self-indulgent purposes at this pt, since idek if the DM fandom is even existent at this point. but...i’ve never moved on

Honda wants to punch him. It's a kneejerk reaction, a remnant of the delinquent he'd been before he'd cleaned himself up, putting on the front of the class president wannabe, beautification club and all — but he holds himself back, fingers twisting wrinkles into Jounouchi's shirt. It's been a while since Honda's been the kid to come home with bloody knuckles and black eyes, but he still remembers the dark thrill of having Jounouchi's back, of the fight still burning in his veins.

But — he doesn't have Jounouchi's back in this, and it makes him powerless, angry.

It's a damn miracle that he's the only one home when Jounouchi arrives at his front door with a bang on the front door and a hoarse yell of "Honda, open up!"

Honda grumbles complaints under his breath the whole way there, but gets up to let him in, a sharp rebuke already on his tongue before the door swings open to reveal Jounouchi, clearly worse for wear. There are cuts across his face, a slow trickle of blood coming down across his brow, and a bruise spreading across his cheek that looks suspiciously like —

Honda's annoyance dies in his throat as he swings the door open to let Jounouchi in. "Did you get into a fight?"  

"No," Jounouchi replies, terse, as he steps in, toeing off his shoes. Honda sighs, pursing his lips and closing the door behind him.

"Thought you left that kind of stuff behind," Honda mumbles, and Jounouchi grits his teeth, shaking his head.

"Told you, it wasn't like that." There's a tension in his voice that Honda recognizes. Concern, familiar in his chest, blooms sharp and sudden under his skin, and he places a soft hand on Jounouchi's shoulder.

"C'mon," he says, steering Jounouchi toward his room. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Jounouchi yields without complaint, strangely quiet, and Honda feels himself frown, fingers clenching tighter around Jounouchi's shoulder. It's not the first time this has happened, and Honda has a feeling that it won't be the last.

He'll ask later, after he's cleaned Jounouchi up, he decides. For now, he continues to lead Jounouchi forward, gesturing for him to sit on his bed. His covers are tucked in impeccably, as always, and they wrinkle and shift in place as Jounouchi takes a seat. Small sacrifices, he decides, are necessary. Honda ducks into the adjoining bathroom, opening a drawer and pulling out a small first aid kit he keeps for situations like this. At this point, he thinks grimly, he may as well just write Jounouchi's name on it.

Jounouchi's always been the type to get himself into fights, always snapping at the opportunity to prove himself with his words, his fists. Honda's known him for years, now, and he still wonders if he'll change. Leaving Hirutani and his thugs behind was a start, but he's still a far cry from the kid Honda'd saved from bullies so long ago. Honda snaps himself back into the present when he hears Jounouchi curse faintly from his room, and turns to see the blond raising a hand to touch the wounds on his temple.

"Don't touch it," Honda snaps, opening the kit and walking over. He rips open a packet of alcohol wipes, shaking it open before reaching out to tip Jounouchi's head back with his free hand. "Don't move, idiot."

Jounouchi looks like he's about to protest, but his reply turns into a pained hiss when Honda smooths the wipe across his cuts. He's still avoiding Honda's gaze. Honda puts down the alcohol wipe, raising a hand to smooth Jounouchi's messy bangs back from his forehead, revealing the worst of the damage. Anger boils quietly beneath his skin, and when Honda speaks, it's measured, quiet.

"How'd this happen?" Jounouchi swallows, pulling back from Honda's touch. Honda doesn't react, rooting back through the kit to pull out a handful of butterfly closures. He gets to work on sealing the worst of the cuts, the silence cutting heavy between them.

It's Honda that breaks the silence first — it always is. "Your dad," he starts. "Is he drinking again?"

Jounouchi's laugh is dark, resigned. "You say that like he's ever stopped."

Honda's jaw clenches, and he almost fumbles the plastic wrapper in his hands. "That guy..."

It's only out of respect for Jounouchi that Honda doesn't let himself say anything more. He bites back his anger, willing his hands to still. If Jounouchi would let him, he'd end that bastard with his own hands — but he swallows it down, if only for his friend.

"I'm sorry," he tries. You don't deserve this, he wants to say, but he can't find the words.

"For what?" Jounouchi says, with a bitter smile. "I brought this on myself."

"Shut up," Honda growls, grabbing Jounouchi's collar. The fabric under his fingers is already threadbare, fraying under his fingers. "That's a lie and you know it."

"Is it?" Jounouchi asks, quietly. He looks away. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Honda wants to punch him. It's a kneejerk reaction, a remnant of the delinquent he'd been before he'd cleaned himself up, putting on the front of the class president wannabe, beautification club and all — but he holds himself back, fingers twisting wrinkles into Jounouchi's shirt. It's been a while since Honda's been the kid to come home with bloody knuckles and black eyes, but he still remembers the dark thrill of having Jounouchi's back, of the fight still burning in his veins.

But — he doesn't have Jounouchi's back in this, and it makes him powerless, angry. "Don't say that kind of shit to my face, Jounouchi. You're — you don't deserve this shit, and you know it."

Jounouchi flinches like he's been hit. "You have too much faith in me."

"Shut up," Honda says, again. "You could be a lot more than —"

Than whatever Hirutani and your father have made you think you are, he finishes, silently. Jounouchi meets his eyes, challenging.

"Than what? Some beat up charity case from the wrong crowd?"

"That's not what you are," Honda grits out, letting go of Jounouchi's shirt. They're close, Honda realizes, faintly, pointedly ignoring the heat that flushes beneath his skin.

"Then what am I?" Jounouchi sounds defeated, eyes glancing up to meet Honda's.

"You're my friend," Honda insists. "And if you can't get it through your thick skull that I care about you —"

Jounouchi's fingers clench in Honda's shirt, and for a split second, Honda has the insane thought that he's about to pull Honda in and kiss him. His heart stutters in his chest, before the moment passes and it's just Jounouchi, resting his head against Honda's collarbone, breaths coming shakily.

"Just — just stop talking," Jounouchi says, softly, and Honda softens, raising an arm to throw around Jounouchi's shoulders in a loose hug.

"Suit yourself," Honda says, with a small shrug. "But it's true, y'know. I've got your back, no matter what."

"Yeah," Jounouchi replies.

They don't talk for a long while, after that.

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by 乙んご

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Shoichi/Ema/Akira Headcanons

because I am weak for my ot3 and want content for them

All through adolescence, Akira did not have a crush on anyone and through most of his adulthood too, he was hesitant to emotionally comprise himself but now look at him: he has a girlfriend and a boyfriend

Ema is the reason they became a triad, it was her idea to resolve romantic tension this way. Shoichi and Akira developed romantic feelings for each other a little after they realised they both like Ema

Shoichi and Ema like to gang up on Akira and embarrass him bc he’s a blushy bf and its cute af

Shoichi is the dorky boyfriend who makes sure both his partners are eating and he makes lunches for them and leave cute notes

Ema considers herself big sister to both Yusaku and Aoi now

Ema is the biggest t-shirt stealer out of the three of them; same for mugs and other small necessities. She has whole-heartedly embraced the “what is mine is ours” philosophy

Akira is hesitant to kiss Shoichi some days bc he smells a little too much like hot dog water

Akira is also the bed hog out of the three of them and Ema is the cuddliest sleeper and Shoichi can’t get a wink between them

Shoichi is the boyfriend who puts a blanket on his partners when they fall asleep whilst working or whatever

it is damn near impossible to get Shoichi in a fancy ass restaurant and hard to get Ema out of one, Akira has discovered

Ema works out a lot and her bfs are constantly thanking higher powers for dem muscles

Ema has yet to give up on the idea of a work out date, Shoichi is meh on it but Akira is like the biggest nerd™ and believe solely in eating healthy as a way of maintaining health

Akira murders both his partners at monopoly and Ema cheats like all hell breaking loose

Shoichi is the biggest sap out of all of them but Akira remembers dates and anniversaries better but Ema is like that one chick from that vine where her bf is like “babe, happy one year” and she replies “I’m 25″

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With Jun’s birthday kicking off the month, and Judai’s closing it, it seems only natural for August to have at least a little GX Rivalshipping in it! 

A full list of prompts can be found on our blog here, along with a FAQ page answering some questions!

We welcome anyone to participate and give this ship some love!

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vrains musical

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some quality shoulder time w/ White Lightning

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祀花ゆう也

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i guess u could say, yusaku’s rly fallen for go,

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MANJOUME THUNDER! Another Yu-Gi-Oh! mini rival! Get him on a sticker HERE!

See also: Kaito // Kaiba

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my dudes i love @chingsty ‘s gangster AU so i wanted to draw some fanart （´∀｀） im absolutely in love with their slouchy slifer slacker judai and manjoume who has to call him out on it….

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