This is probably one of the best things I’ve seen all day!
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GIVE YOUR MONEY TO PUDSY OR YOU WILL BE THROWN IN THE STOCKS
the problem with being a snob about yugioh is at the end of the day you’re being a snob about yugioh
#the other problem is like #in the yugioh fandom #being a snob is knowing the basic events of canon
I started cracking up and am also crying yes
… because of all the hipster blogs that reblog and like it without knowing that it’s actually Yugioh fanart.
more specifically Ghibli movies
when people draw marik as white
when people make marik dominant for sole reason he ‘isn’t normally dominant’
when people make marik act like a mentally-handicapped kicked puppy
WHEN PEOPLE WRITE MARIK AS HIS ABRIDGED PERSONALITY IN A SERIOUS FANFICTION
series: duel monsters
prompt: n/a; bakura/yuugi
note: (07/02/2012; 298)
Little Yuugi is so trusting. So fearless. He doesn’t think twice to let Bakura roll ontop of him, in the heat of night. The creeping white noise of Japanese occult movies stain the room in gray washes, folds them up in a blanket of hushed anticipation, but still his heartbeat is calm, steady. The oversized cuffs of their pajama sleeves hide all but the tips of their fingers, tangled and pale in the glow, and it is all so pleasantly reminiscent of ghosts that Bakura is obliged to smile. “Yuugi-kun,” he murmurs in that sweetly deceptive way he’s come to know how, “You know I love you, right?”
Yuugi breathes and smiles like the Mona Lisa, but looks at Bakura so intently that he knows that they are alone—that the Puzzle spirit is still elsewhere. “Of course, Bakura-kun. I love you too.” Yuugi says it so effortlessly, so candidly, that for a moment Bakura is displeased he plays his part so successfully—whether for the amusement of what Yuugi may have said otherwise, or for the fact that Yuugi might subvert all of Ryou’s careful isolation so easily, he isn’t exactly sure.
But that is neither here nor there, he reminds himself, and leans down instead to lay a chaste kiss against his lips. “Thank you,” Bakura whispers. “Please don’t forget that, no matter what.”
Yuugi makes an odd noise but detaches just long enough to pull Bakura into a firm embrace. “It’s okay, Bakura-kun. No matter what, we don’t blame you. We’re all here for you no matter what.” The sudden pressure forces a gasp from him, but he covers his slip by returning the hug and burying his face—his smile—into Yuugi’s shoulder. Sealing the seams of this perfect manipulation.
“Thank you… thank you.”