How can you tell if you’re talking to your rival?
Don’t worry; they’ll tell you.
ardent blue
23-year-old queer female student. I post art, fashion, comics, anime, photography, and lots of Yugioh: Duel Monsters.
23-year-old queer female student. I post art, fashion, comics, anime, photography, and lots of Yugioh: Duel Monsters.
How can you tell if you’re talking to your rival?
Don’t worry; they’ll tell you.
Wow “kissing” is such a dumb word
“Face battle” sounds way cooler
Prideshipping, Anywhere, You can go above 3 sentences but stay below 20.Ages old, but I think I remember asking for a specific location afterwards and getting ‘bakery.’ Challenge mode for as few sentences as possible! (Humbly apologizing in advance to takaburuzo and ardentblue)
He had never been here before. He read the signs, saw the things behind the glass, heard the feelings for their sensations; what could he do with this mismatched information and all its lines to a life he didn’t know?
“Kaiba—” he began, turning his head aside.
“We’ll have one of everything,” Seto stated, and in a few moments, he passed his partner a bag of pastries and lines.
Ah, my fuckin childhood.
“Can’t they just flip a coin?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“They cant decide who should flip it”PRIIIIIIIIIDESHIPPLES
This is what happens when they have sex, too, at least as far as I can tell based on fanfiction
(Source: psyaichi)
yugioh
yami/seto kiaba (romance/dramu)
words: idek lol
sumary: kaib watches yami every day with his laptop in class and kaiba wants to make a dragon club even tho yami started one and yami is mad. Will they be able to work out their differences and become something more. yaoi DON’T LIKE DON’T READco writen w inkplusplus and supercracktastic we have had this idea 4ever and wrote i for are friend ardentblue bc theres not enough yamikaiba fic out there ^_________^
This started out as dokis.
“Oh no… I cannot defeat Marik. Slifer is just too powerful… I might as well forfeit this duel now…”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”
“WHAT, WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”
“Marik’s God Card combination is too powerful. I… I cannot defeat him… I might as well just give up now…”
“What’s he doing, Mokuba?”
“Being a stupid bitch.”
“A stupid, stupid bitch.”
“If Marik defeats me, I will lose my Dark Magician, and the world will be in grave danger…”
“What. Okay, first of all: the Dark Magician is not that good a card, okay. My Blue-Eyes White Dragon is the prettiest and you know it, and three-thousand attack points don’t hurt either, unless it’s straight to your life points. And second, your gimpy-ass grandpa runs a Game Shop, Yugi. A Game Shop. You’re just gonna get another Dark Magician with a glittery finish, and you’re going to get back to kicking that delectable Egyptian ass six ways till Sunday before he could so much as say ‘lavender is really not my color’.”
“Now are you going to mope on the floor like some drama pharaoh, or are you going to stand tall and stick it to Marik like the big man you are?”
“You’re right, Kaiba. I will defeat him! Thank you!”
“Our work here is done, Mokuba. Yugi didn’t lose his fighting spirit…”
“He was just a stupid bitch~”
You may think you ship prideshipping, but no one ships prideshipping as much as Mokuba ships prideshipping.
“mother of christ now i ship it too”
Literally I spent the entire show having the same reactions to everything as Mokuba
(Source: dragonblastarchive)
title: sexcerpts: spectrum
series: yugioh
prompt: n/a; s. kaiba/y. yuugi
note: (05/20/2010; 232) for ardentblue and takaburuzo; the spectrum of controlYuugi’s face drew steadily tighter, tighter, teeth clamping down on a low noise of pain. Seto watched as the muscles in his throat worked, all the air in his lungs crashing behind his incisors and escaping as little more than a hiss. So much control, always so much control… Beautiful. He flexed his hands, one at a time, reinforcing his grip as he cupped the back of his rival’s skull. Yuugi had good, thick hair. Good for running through his hands. Good for grabbing.
He inhaled deliberately, watching as the corners of his mouth trembled and softened, flushed with blood and eyes wetting in an attempt to keep resisting. But those hands, ever more honest, hooked into him, nails furrowing flesh as Yuugi fought to pull him closer, closer. He grinned and obliged, chuckling under his breath as Yuugi finally cracked, high and demanding, and rose to meet him, thrust for thrust. Flood gates open, wide open, and all at once without pretense about wanting him—nothing else, only him. Yuugi was such a proud, breathtaking creature, too.
It would be such a shame not to give him exactly what he wanted… After all, he doubted even Yuugi could know just how much power he still had. But Seto found that he didn’t care about the upper hand so much as Yuugi continuing to yield just enough to always need him this much.
