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He watches as she leans in, blinking before his own eyes widen. Close, too close. His immediate reaction was to take a step back– that is until he nearly froze in place at the sudden hold of his hand. 

Well she appeared to be… harmless.

“Er… Yes.” He speaks while slowly slipping away from her. He had many names: Yuugi, Other Yuugi, Pharaoh– but he didn’t have a name of his own. Or at the very least, it’s not like he had any recollection of it. King of Games wasn’t wrong either. He was used to this.

Once he regains his composure, he quickly changes the topic, “You never told me who you were.”

She had an uncanny resemblance to the Dark Magician Girl, but it was plain as day that this wasn't the disciple to Dark Magician that he was familiar with. He had too many questions, such as how he could even see her when, currently, there weren’t any duels. That was the strangest part-- but he may find the answer to this soon enough. "Who are you?" The words escaped him as he was trying to piece this together.

Just a moment ago she was in in the small musty shack she and her master called a home. But with a wave of her staff and an incantation – for what seemed to be the millionth time (and after a few accidental fires) – there was a sudden change of scenery. Magical trinkets, witchy paraphernalia, and shelves of aged, musty books replaced with pristine buildings. H-huh? It worked…!? She filled with awe as she stares up at the skyscrapers that shot up into the bright blue expanse above her. The young magician throws her arms up in victory! It worked!

She pauses to look around at the bustling people weaving around her – too focused on where they were going to heed much notice. That is until she hears a questioning voice. She turns to face him, pointing to herself. “Huh? You mean me…?” He seemed kind of familiar… hm. She couldn’t quite place it… wait a second…! Wait. One. Second! Her red eyes widen as she leans in, clasping one of his hands in hers! “A-aren’t you the King of Games…?!”

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W-whoa...! Other me, is that a cosplayer of that new promo card?! She's really good!

… Partner, what is a “cosplayer”?

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I’ll Follow You Until The End // Zombie Apocalypse AU

@thetiethatbinds

It was time to look for supplies.

Again.

It seemed that was the only thing to ever be on his mind: food, water, medicine and first aid. If he was ever low on them, he’d have to look around and search in buildings he hasn’t searched in yet. Sometimes he’s lucky, other times not so much. On the off chance he’s not lucky, that place has already been ransacked. Maybe it being looted wasn’t the right word to describe it. It was more like a first come, first serve basis. You take what you get. Or maybe there was something he could have used but it wasn’t able to be salvaged. Whatever the reason, he’d just have to continue his search and travel further into the cities he’d stop at to check. And check wisely.

Today felt as if it were one of those days where he wasn’t lucky. It didn’t faze him in the slightest, but he couldn’t say he was happy about it either. Traveling down this city wasn’t the safest idea according to his map, but what the hell. If he was cautious about it, it’ll be okay. It might reward him.

He spots the first grocery store he sees and mindlessly walks towards it. He didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary— until a knife was pointed at his direction. Well if anything could break him from his trance, that certainly did the trick. He couldn't make out what the person looked like yet. It was still too dim to see, but he figured they didn't have trouble hearing.

“… Where do you think you’re aiming at?”

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> actual trash 5000 years of experience, eats toothpaste wtf, should gtfo > written by aria

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> forever alone, weenie who nobody loves, summons demons can u not > written by ama

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@duelingprcdigy

Typically he was not one for conversations, especially when it involved people he didn’t normally converse with. His partner, although just as quiet, was the one to handle most of the talking outside of duels.

And Yuugi certainly did a better job at it.

Still, she was a friend of Yuugi’s. Was she looking for him instead? It really wouldn’t surprise him if that was it. Regardless of how distant he felt with her, he could at least... try.

“Hello, Rebecca. What brings you here?”

Silence falls on him once more.

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The Pharaoh has returned!

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@yaminobakura

“Bakura.”

His voice was curt. A fierce stare meets Bakura’s eyes, unwavering and piercing. It seemed that no matter where he went, Bakura always managed to find him— or worse, put his loved ones in danger through Shadow Games. The thought made his teeth clench and his hands became fists. He wouldn’t let anger blind him yet, not until he knows exactly what it is Bakura came here for.

“What are you up to?” His question sounded more like a demand; although, he knew better than to ask. He anticipated on the possibility that Bakura would refuse to give any real answer, and why would he? It might be of an advantage to keep him in the dark. Make him keep guessing. See for himself. Anything to get under his skin. Still, he would find out sooner or later— whether Bakura tells him or not.

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Until I have an actual promo, this will have to do. 

I’m new to the YGO RP community so I’d like to start meeting new people and follow more blogs here! Please like/reblog if you’re interested in writing with a Yami Yugi/Atem from Yu-gi-oh! Duel Monsters.

MUSE ▼ RULES

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The sun is high above this heads and he is sitting – letting the sun’s warm rays kiss his cheeks and lull him into a a peaceful meditation. The sound of children’s laughter – he can hear them playing – catching up with lost time. He had grown too fast – responsibility and anguish forced upon his shoulders – there was no choice but to grow to support the burden. But they are still young and he’s glad – he’s grateful – that they are able to have what he couldn’t.

The soft sound of approaching footsteps break him out of his trance. Eyes open and a turn of his head to meet his company.

“Pharaoh."  He can’t help the smile tugs at the corners of his mouth at his curiosity. "What more do you want to hear of it?”

Stifling a laugh, Atem smiled in return. “You don’t have to address me as Pharaoh, remember? It’s Atem.” Deva and him were friends now after all, so there was no need for formality. Still, no matter how long time has passed, this wasn’t the first time they’ve had this discussion before. Deva may simply be accustomed to it but Atem would remind him regardless.

“It’s an odd question but when you spoke about throwing color at each other, what did you mean by that?” That part seemed to have intrigued Atem the most. It seemed to be at the heart of this festival-- the colors representing the arrival of Spring itself.

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This was the first time Atem had ever walked in on one of Deva’s stories and not a story quite like he’s listened to before. He couldn’t help but be curious. A festival full of love and color all for the welcoming of Spring? This was something he’s never heard of before, something that is not practiced here-- it was for this reason it piqued his wonder and left him at awe.

Although Deva’s story came to an end, the words he spoke remained with him until the next day. Coincidentally, spring had just arrived and Atem questioned if that’s why Deva chose that particular night to tell this story.

“Deva, could you share more stories with me about the festival you spoke about last night?”

He would have asked earlier but he decided it was probably best if he saved his questions for morning when it was just the two of them. The children were already grabbing at Deva’s attention enough as it was and he was only able to stay until the story finished.

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Story telling – who knows how many stories he’s told by the fireplace. They were all lost and afraid, but stories of grandeur adventures – they gave them a small sense of comfort; distracted them from the world even if it was for a short while. Comfort – they had it now. They made it. They won. And yet with that achievement, they continue to sit around the warmth of the fire as he conjures a world of full of magic, suspense, adventure with his words.

But tonight, it’s different – he speaks of a story of the past. Spring is a time they welcome with color. He would take the children to a festival – one of colors and love. It was for them. To see them smile. But love was something he had forgotten – at the time. However, seasons pass and scars heal, and they bring about the laughter he thought was long gone  – not just by him, but the children as well.

He’s attracted new additions to his audience. Including a certain Pharaoh who seemed all too curious of his tales – unaware of how close his attention pays to his words.

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It was thanks to his guards that Atem has heard of this boy, along with the children he was accompanied with, that he was soon approaching the palace. As for what he wanted to do about it, Atem put it simply: “Let them in.”

Typically he was not the one to speak to people directly; rarely does it ever happen where he does. Egypt is far too crowded with far too many requests and there was not a day where the palace was not busy dealing with various activities. There were other government officials available at his disposal to deal with such affairs; however, something about this boy sparked his curiosity— Atem had learned that he appeared to be not much older than him and that, so it also appeared, that he along with those children seemed to have been traveling some time to make it here. There had to have been some reason he was receiving this visit.

Was he a foreigner? A messenger of sorts? Was he in dire need for help of some kind? Whatever it was, Atem was about to hear it soon enough and his questions will be answered.

He remains seated on his throne even as the boy steps through the door and watches the boy waste no time taking a few steps towards him— as unsteady as he was on his feet. He could see him shaking but he could not see the tears that were streaming down his face. Still, Atem pays no mind to any of this.

“You may stand,” he finally speaks. When the boy looks at Atem again, he would be met with a small, yet visible smile. He wanted to do something to calm the boy down; to show that he had nothing to worry about now that he has made it. “I have anticipated your arrival. Now tell me, to what business do you have with me?”

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The sun is high above his head when he finally manages to force his bleary eyes open. It’s warm and comforting. It takes a few moments – a fight against the sun’s bright rays – before his vision clears. Perfect white clouds roll across the blue expanse high above. They’re so light. So delicate. So carefree. He lifts a hand and soft sand sifts through his fingers. It’s peaceful and he feels at ease – almost.

Reality creeps its way in and he immediately sits up. Golden eyes frantically search around him – there. His legs fight him as he rises to his feet, stumbling to reach the young girl lying on the ground.

“Sera–”

His mouth is dry. He falls to his knees by the girl, scooping her into his arms, cradling her close to his chest. She stirs and a wave of relief rushes over him. He brushes a stray strand of hair from her face before helping her to her feet. She asks him where they were – whether they’ve made it. He isn’t sure. Some of the other children have begun to rise – he can sense their uneasiness – their confusion. He goes to them, offering reassuring words and a comforting hand to help ease their worry, but provides no answer to the question they all ask.

He can see the faint outline of buildings and structures on the horizon and that’s where they go. They walk for what seems hours. The sun no longer provides warm comfort as it grows harsh and scorches their skin. They’re tired and hot, yet they trudge on. The children’s curiosity turns into hushed excitement as the outlines grow into the buildings of an ancient city. And the palace – it’s breathtaking. They cross the city’s borders, taking it all in. It was almost like a dream – maybe it was. They’re close – so close.

The palace reflects the sunlight, soaking the sun’s glare away from the human eye, as if it stood on its own plane of existence. Jutting from the horizon, it washes over the group with shade. Its purpose clearly understood – it was a haven to these inhabitants – a sense of security. They head toward the entrance and he tells them to wait. That he’ll go ahead first – for their safety.

His entire purpose – it was all for this. A world for them – for himself. One where they would no longer have to live in fear. One where they could be free. But he was anxious. What if he walked through those doors and everything had all been a dream? Just wishes conjured up in his mind, only to be ripped away when he awoke. Nails dig into his palm, but he straightens his poise as he walks down the long hallway lined with guards. 

This is it.

He steps through the large door and there he is – a figure basked in a single stream of light. He takes a few shaky steps forward before he drops to a knee, bowing his head low to him. Emotions come crashing over him. Shoulders tremble and a hitch of breath. Tears wash over him. They made it – he made it.

What he feels toward the Pharaoh is utmost respect – no. It is far more than that. It is a gratitude that no words could ever express.