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hello I love your bakuras and your art!! you hit my favorite dynamic SPOT ON.

thanks so much! my girlfailures <3

#yami bakura #ryou bakura

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Vexshipping for @koutone 💜

#wait. I’ve never even thought. #this SLAPS

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the time has come to post this photo everywhere

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I make a lot of playlists, like a lot of them, and they’re mainly just based on vibes/personal taste, but I thought people might like them? so. here are my yugioh playlists.

Anzu

Atem

Bakura

Jonouchi

King of Thieves

kaibros

Mai

Marik

Yami Bakura

Kaiba (Teen Edgelord Edition)

Kaiba (Actual Serious Moody Edition)

Kaiba (DSoD Edition)

puzzleshipping

#I ACCIDENTALLY UNSAVED THE KAIBA CRINGE PLAYLIST AND WAS PANICKING LMAO #save save save #uwu

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✨🧩p u z z l e🧩✨

done some time ago actually 🔎texts: - a line from this song: 🎶Our Last Night - Ghost In The Machine: 'take me apart and put me back together again' - 'Yu-Gi-Oh!' in japanese

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The problem with manga Bakura vs anime Bakura is that manga Bakura is fascinating but still woefully in need of fleshing out and acts in ways that don’t make sense, while anime Bakura makes more sense but loses everything that made him interesting while adding absolutely no additional characterization. It’s The Bakura Paradox. Do you want to be angry and confused about the good one or satisfied but really bored by the bad one

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bro…

#laugh rule

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Round 3: Match 22 of 32

Propaganda as submitted by YOU, in initial entries, tags, and reblogs:

Gravity Falls:

Beaten so far: Parks and Rec, The Simpsons

"Shaped a generation of weird kids"

"Scientist has messy breakup with evil triangle"

"It's sweet and it shows good sibling relationships and it's awesome!"

"gravity falls is the og come on"

"respectfully this is the gravity falls fan website"

"if you were here on Tumblr while Gravity Falls was airing, youll know why it's winning"

"AN INCREDIBLE STORY, AMAZING AND UNIQUE CHARACTERS, THE SIBLING DYNAMIC BETWEEN THE PINES TWINS IS SO SO SWEET, IT’S SWEET AND HAS A LOT OF FUN AND FUNNY AND SILLY MOMENTS, BUT IT ALSO HAS LOTS OF HEART AND KNOWS WHEN TO BE SERIOUS WHEN IT NEEDS TO"

"i can never forget Tumblr sexyman bill chiper"

Yu-Gi-Oh!:

Beaten so far: Better Call Saul, Brooklyn Nine-Nine

"believe in the heart of the cards baybeeee"

"It has technically been semi-continuously running since 2001 - technically since the 90s ... Identity and confidence in yourself are also major themes. Also like not to exaggerate but Yugioh literally taught be about the concept of loving yourself . That Death-T talk hits hard"

"ABSOLUTELY the darklord deck - have you seen Ghost Beef?? Also the commercial thats just him screaming YUGIOH!!!"

"Seto Kaiba EXISTS. That alone is propaganda."

"a guy tried to invent time travel so he could beat a dead guy in a card game"

"if you have ever said the words ‘you’ve activated my trap card’ then you owe it to yugioh to vote for it here"

"the story of an amnesiac ghost contending with the past he doesn't remember, the long-reaching consequences of his father and uncle's actions, and the lengths grief will drive people to."

"a five foot nothing punk guy named yugi who is sharing a body with an ancient egyptian pharaoh. even better: the ancient pharaoh and that guy? they're lowkey in love. the rival is a six foot tall ceo who could easily bench press yugi if he wants to. instead, he is so hyperfixated on this cardgame that he a) turns an entire weapons company into a GAMER COMPANY and b) will only consider beating yugi a real W if he does it through this card game."

"the guy who wrote it? he died saving two kids and his legacy is the most popular card game in the entire world and the most iconic anime to ever grace saturday morning television."

"Exploration of the meaning of power, cycles of abuse, long-lasting effects of trauma and destiny vs. free will in a series where teenagers save the world and solve their problems by throwing cards at them."

"Well written, well developed characters that, as stated above, often explore things like the effects of trauma and cycles of abuse."

"Completely bizarre plot lines ("card games on motorcycles!") that somehow work and get you invested. Basically, very good suspension of disbelief."

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VOTE RYOU !!! HES JUST MYSTERIOUS LITTLE GUY WHO LOVES THE OCCULT AND HAS A MYSTERIOUS FRIDGED FAMILY

Round 2 Bracket 3

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this has been one of my favorite videos on the internet since I was like 12…. this is what I want to contribute to tumblr this holiday season… merry christmas and enjoy

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clash of interests

Read on AO3

Words: 1,400

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

When Bakura was offered this job, he’d taken it happily. Break into the politician’s house, steal his shit, get paid handsomely, keep the valuables. So much fuss to send a simple message—but Bakura isn’t complaining. It’s jobs like this that keep idiots on the streets aware and afraid of him.

...But he isn't expecting anyone else to be in the house with him.

[CW: Non-explicit(?) description of murder | Blood | Very Mild Horror]

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When Bakura was offered this job, he’d taken it happily. Break into the politician’s house, steal his shit, get paid handsomely, keep the valuables. So much fuss to send a simple message—but Bakura isn’t complaining. It’s jobs like this that keep idiots on the streets aware and afraid of him.

Rich bastard that he is, the politician has top-notch security any lesser thief would fall to. But there’s a reason Bakura was chosen for the job: he is no lesser thief.

Bakura works methodically through the house, finding each object he was instructed to collect, and taking expensive, shiny things that capture his interest as he goes.

He’s made his way through almost everything, searching each room in turn, before he faces his first bump. The last item left is a watch, and with every other room cleared, it must be in the bedroom.

Not ideal, but certainly not a first for Bakura. He peaks in through the door, just slightly ajar… freezing when something moves.

The bedsheets shift slightly as the man beneath them turns. His eyes are closed, and he is still. Bakura forces himself to focus on the job rather than his sleeping target.

The watch is in the bedside drawer, and Bakura takes the man’s wallet for good measure.

Finally, he traces through the house one final time, ensuring he’s left no trace of himself behind. He’s creeping back past the bedroom when he notices the frantic rustling sounds from behind the half-open door. There’s a shrill whimper, a dull thump. Silence.

It’s not often Bakura feels worry mid-job. And yet.

There’s a slick, wet noise from behind the door, and Bakura knows despite every instinct telling him to run, he has to look.

Wishing he hadn’t left his gun in the car, Bakura peaks behind the door; the scene is predictable, but no less startling for the fact.

The man he had left sleeping is now half-tangled in his bedsheets, blood pouring from the savage slice through his neck. On the other side of the knife is his assailant, pale and poised above his victim, smiling just so as life bleeds from his twitching body.

Perched above the still-bleeding body of his victim, the murderer looks startlingly young.

Deadly eyes snap to Bakura before he can decide to run. He raises his hands in a gesture of nonaggression. “Hey there. Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’m just here to rob the place.”

The killer slowly withdraws his knife from flesh. Bakura’s skin prickles beneath his heavy gaze; the smile is gone from his thin lips. “I know,” he says plainly.

It occurs that this man wasn’t startled at all by Bakura’s sudden appearance. “Wait. Holy shit,” Bakura stuffs down a laugh, “were you here when I came in before?”

Something that might be amusement creases the murderer’s eyes. “I was.”

Bakura lets himself laugh this time, just a little, as fear prickles icy fingers down his spine. “Well fuck, you’re definitely good if I didn’t notice you.”

He’s shamefully antsy right now, caught between sizing up the lithe form of the killer and planning escape routes. But he’s curious, too.

“Why him, then? Why not some nobody off the street?” Bakura asks. A placid part of him hopes the questioning won’t lead this man to go for him next.

“There’s something about the way powerful men struggle,” the stranger says, still speaking neutrally, but these words are quietly wistful, with an airy, far-off quality of dreaminess that does not belong in the same room as a bleeding corpse.

Though his inclinations do not tend towards murder, Bakura understands. It is not simply a matter of self-serving justice that he does not steal from the poor, or even those of middle class. When someone has grown bloated with the riches of power, when they’re rotted with gilded evil to their core, the way they cry and mourn for precious, empty things is satisfying beyond compare.

Bakura nods. As much as he hates to mention business…

“Look, I’m a professional,” he secures his bag over his shoulders, ready to throw it at a moment’s notice. “I was paid to rob this guy, and I’m more than happy to get out of your hair here. Are we going to have a problem?”

The man eyes him. Looks him up, and down. “No,” he says. He doesn’t put his weapon down, but something in his posture shifts.

Bakura relaxes his shoulders and takes a careful step back. Regardless of what the man says, Bakura recognises the look of a predator. He couldn’t let his guard down if he wanted to.

“Great,” Bakura chances a crooked smile, is thrilled by its mirror on the killer’s lips, “I’ll see you round. Have fun.”

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Bakura climbs into the car he was loaned and snaps the locks shut. Fuck, he hates blood.

He flicks a message to his employer from his burner and puts the keys in the ignition. He is so ready to go home.

A knock on the passenger-side window makes Bakura jump. It’s him.

Bakura should hit the gas. Maybe the guy decided he couldn’t let Bakura live after all.

There’s no logical reason to roll the window down and speak to him, but something compels him to. “Thought you said we wouldn’t have a problem,” he says.

“Hello to you too,” the man ducks his head so that he’s looking at Bakura directly through the window. “There’s no problem. I just wanted to ask for a ride,” he says, casually, like he’s asking to bum a cig, not asking permission to get blood all over Bakura’s get-away car.

But, well. Fuck it.

If Bakura hasn’t managed to provoke the kid to kill him yet, what harm could a car ride do?

Bakura unlocks the door, and the pale man climbs in. The car’s lights come on, revealing pale hair and pale skin. Covered in blood like this, the killer looks ethereal. Monstrous.

The door closes behind him decisively, shutting off the internal lights. Even in the darkness, the arterial spray on his face and neck are stark.

“You got a name, kid?” Bakura asks, finally starting the car.

“Mm,” he hums, taking up the airy quality again. “It’s Ryou.”

Bakura doubts it. But his name isn’t his legal one, so what’s the harm? He’s gotta give something to get anything out of this one.

“Bakura,” he responds.

“Pleased to meet you,” Ryou takes a cloth from his coat and wipes the blood from his face leisurely.

They drive on in silence for a while after that. Eventually, Ryou stops wiping his face and turns to stare dreamily out the passenger window.

Bakura wonders if Ryou intends to tell him where he wants to go. If he wants Bakura to take him home.

“You’re scared of me,” Ryou breaks the silence.

Bakura doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “I’d rather call it a healthy concern for my continued ability to breathe. Nothing personal, I just know better than to mess with people like you.”

A toneless hum. “And what exactly do you call ‘people like me’?”

A dozen honest answers come to mind. “Hired guns,” he says: a compromise. A guess.

Ryou laughs, the sound at once warm and mirthless. “That’s a rather generous description.”

“I suppose it is.”

Ryou instructs Bakura to make a few turns. He doesn’t worry when the streets grow quiet and dark, but he’s apprehensive when Ryou finally tells him to pull over.

“There are no cameras in this area,” Ryou says as the car rolls to a stop. Interesting.

Unbuckling his belt, Ryou wears the biggest smile yet. It’s toothy, not-quite pretty. “Thank you for the ride,” he says, and reaches for Bakura.

Bakura says nothing as his hand is taken between Ryou’s. They’re cold and spindly, each knuckle pronounced, and mottled skin—scarring—brushes over Bakura’s palm.

Ryou trails icy digits over a vein in Bakura’s hand. Words crawl up Bakura’s throat, and he’d speak if not for Ryou’s next action. The man’s lips are soft on the back of his hand, and then they are gone.

“Goodbye, Bakura,” Ryou climbs out of the car. “I look forward to seeing you again.”

He closes the door and walks away.

As Bakura drives off again, he realises he’s in over his head with this.

But fuck if he doesn’t wanna meet Ryou again.

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#tendershipping #ryou bakura #yami bakura #thief king bakura #gemshipping #yes ik theres a difference. yes i care abt the difference. no i dont think theyre inherently different characters. maybe #idk i have covid dont judge me ok #my fic

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thinking about how yugi and atem are drawn entirely different and how that translates into canon

yugioh au where duel monsters fans compare pics of World Famous Duelist Yugi Moto when he's in the middle of a duel compared to literally any other time and realizing, like, these are very obviously two different people with the same haircut, except the dye job is a slightly different color

half the internet is completely convinced that yugi moto hires a guy to impersonate him for tournaments and that they're going to blow this conspiracy wide open, the other half thinks they're crazy

this leads to insanely long threads online where people go back and forth arguing about how much you can change your appearance with contouring and colored lenses and hair gel and in my mind it reads like this

"By using Seto Kaiba for scale, we can see in this photo that the YI (Yugi Imposter) is a whole five centimeters taller than Yugi, proving conclusively that they are not the same person"

"This argument is not valid because Seto Kaiba's height is NOT a constant variable, he is well known for wearing heels to public events"

#tag later #lmaoooooo

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My full piece for @ygoholidayzine ! I wanted to draw some street hockey 🏒

#YUGI IS SO SCARED OF MOKUBA LMAO #tag later

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yugioh + textposts (6/?)

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Today’s random HC:

KC being a children’s company and Kaiba being a parent, KC offers really unusually good benefits for families like childcare and leave, especially for 90′s Japan.

Kaiba thinks squishier hiring metrics like interviews and resumes are stupid and fills as many positions as possible based on blind performance tests. If you proved you can code you get the job. If your theme park concept art portfolio was the best you get the job. He doesn’t know what school you went to or what your name is and he doesn’t care. 

The combination of the above is why the one or two times we see a computer lab full of KC gruntworkers on screen, it’s just an army of women–it’s a really sweet deal if you don’t want to be a homemaker, and there’s fewer ways for them to get filtered out.

Seto Kaiba did not do this on purpose and he is just as confused as you are about why half his employee base seems to consist of moms.