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impassionedhearts

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impassionedhearts:

WE’RE NOT LOVERS, WE’RE JUST STRANGERS (WITH THE SAME DAMN HUNGER) TO BE TOUCHED, TO BE LOVED. TO FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL.

&. ind. animated multimuse. loved by chaz. ( reboot of fatedtales. )

#sO im finally not locked out of this blog but #im over here now xoxo #* &. self promo. –––– what is self control tho.

legit will sell my soul for the katsuya&shizuka / seto&mokuba role swap au

#gimme my rich bratty daughter au pls !!!!!#too much bodak yello w bc its her anthem in that verse lmfao #* &. wishlist. –––– oh i'd sell my soul for a doughnut !

roleswap ! shizuka anthem though???

#shizuka vc: i dONT DANCE I MAKE MONEY MOVES #pls someone indulge me in this au lmfao #* &. shizuka. headcanon. –––– she is small‚ and brave.

mutogamingco.

The bruises from tripping and knocking into things during such a ritual were bruises he never regretted getting. He honestly looked forward to each session because even if he didn’t have any idea about what he was doing, he got to spend time with Anzu, and she was such a patient and forgiving teacher. Yuugi was grateful for this, because when they first started he could swear he had two left feet (and his other self didn’t hesitate to jokingly tell him he was right as if he had any dancing ability whatsoever). However the stretches before and after felt great, he felt like he was getting more flexible and maybe less clumsy the more they did it. Even when they ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor they ended up in a fit of giggles.

Equally breathless, the teen chuckles as he follows Anzu’s lead, now properly warmed up and loose, “Okay! I trust you!”

Trying to remember not to watch his feet was the part he was still not quite over, but at least he was rewarded with her smile every time he looked up.

anzu didn’t know quite when this little ritual started, probably after her first few dance lessons and her young, headstrong self had pulled her best friend into helping her so she didn’t fall out of practice. either way, yuugi had been a good sport about it, and now looked like he enjoyed it just as much as she did. every time he trusted her with a move, to not send them toppling into the dresser or his bedside cabinet, it prompted a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach. his smile only made hers grow wider, and as they end the slide, anzu’s hands are light around his as she then moves back, one foot gliding behind the other seamlessly. so far, so good. no toppling over, no bruises or banged knees.

❝ great job ! now let’s see if we can get this spin. ❞ she’d been trying for over a week to get this move down, to complete the routine as a whole. last time she’d tried it in class, she’d nearly knocked out yuki’s tooth as they both fell over in a heap. hopefully the same thing didn’t happen here.

#mutogamingco #* &. anzu. threads. –––– i am out with the lanterns‚ looking for myself.#* &. anzu. verse. main. –––– a heavy heart does not mean weakness.

pharaohed.

The young Pharaoh was experiencing yet another long and sleepless night. After attempting to lay still for what seemed like hours on end he had simply given up, wrapping himself in robes before leaving to wander the halls of his palace. He was going to be exhausted at the ceremony tomorrow, having accepted the futility of trying to force himself into the realm of sleep long ago. He hoped the others would take pity on him, not making him do more than he had to in the ceremony so he could focus on running his kingdom.

Hearing the soft footsteps he rounded the corner, eyes widening in surprise when he saw that another person was awake at this hour, and that she was awake enough to be dancing so elegantly in the moonlight. He watched in awe for a moment before deciding it was best to leave her alone, attempting to back away around a corner to give her her privacy to continue her dance. The action however was thwarted by the very person he was trying to give space too when they collided, eyes meeting after the initial shock faded.

❝ I often wander the corridors at night. ❞ The pharaoh confessed, noting how she backed away from him. ❝ I must ask though, who are you? And why are you dancing through my halls at such a late hour? ❞

sure, there was no law preventing the pharaoh from wandering his own palace unsupervised ( who was going to punish a living god? ) but ankhesenamun thought it a little silly. she’s also never been one to hold her tongue, always outspoken, to the sometimes annoyance of her tutors. ❝ well, i suppose you haven’t been abducted yet. ❞ smooth move, ankh. truly. gaze diverts, a hand coming to rub at the back of her neck, trying desperately to ignore the embarrassed flush that burns on her cheeks.

a soft blink of kohl lined eyes, and the dancer straightens, hands coming to rest in front of her. a night here and she had already nearly knocked the pharaoh on his ass, questioned his right to wander around his own home and probably caused the temple priestess to regret ever letting her leave for the palace. it’s a new record. ❝ ankhesenamun -- i’m the new disciple sent from bast’s temple. ❞ really, any official meeting between the pair was meant to happen tomorrow. a lopsided grin follows that thought, looks like they’re both rule breakers. ❝ my coming is the reason for tomorrow’s ceremony. that we’re probably going to be the walking dead for. ❞ a wry edge to her grin.

#pharaohed #* &. anzu. threads. –––– i am out with the lanterns‚ looking for myself.#* &. anzu. verse. disciple. –––– chosen by the goddess.#idk bruh ive just been going by that au tag lmfao #anzu honey Why #she's a lot more graceful performing i swear #she's also just really outspoken lmfao

vhsmeme

* (2) word prompts

send a number and i’ll write a prompt about the following!

good day

missing person

twitching hands

whistling wind

fever dream

stern words

treasured item

fake smile

clean clothes

muggy afternoon

something lost

endless day

hot meal

blurred vision

teaching moment

screeching tires

heated argument

creeping memories

street corner

first aid

bedtime story

fragile confession

childhood lullaby

honored promise

walking target

positive attitude

monster teeth

rage personified

home again

broken bones

stuffed animal

first snow

worried glances

shattered glass

#* &. meme. –––– these'll get done after this episode.#* please specify a muse.

shoukko-deactivated20190323

#aMANE PLS #* &. amane. visage. –––– she held summer's warmth in her smile.

fatedtales

close your eyes, hear you breathing next to me. shut them tight so you may fall back asleep. don’t you cry, as your chest rises and falls, you’re alright, may you rest your weary soul. it’s like i’m a child again, feel the warmth on your bare skin, it’s like nothing ever has changed.

#sobs #* &. amane. aesthetic. –––– snowflakes in your hair with ivory skin.#* &. people. –––– ryou bakura.#* &. edit. –––– brb making photoshop my bitch.

arella-hime

#sobs she's so tiny #* &. amane. visage. –––– she held summer's warmth in her smile.

❝ rent is nonexistent in this house. ❞ c’mon ryou, time to face the cold, hard truth. we’re a family of freeloaders.

#dash comm tag.#i mean a whole mood #:100:

sage-nebula

This is a page from the official colored release of the YGO manga (with the English text added by me), and can we take a moment to appreciate the coloring done here? Can we please just take a moment to appreciate this?

To begin with, every panel with Jounouchi is seen from Shizuka’s perspective. She has just removed her bandages after her eye surgery—surgery which saved her from going blind—and to emphasize this Jounouchi was colored with an effect not unlike water colors; he’s blurry and out of focus for most of it, because her eyes are still adjusting. I thought it was already neat how he was blurred in the black and white version of the manga, but it’s even more evident here in color with the way the colors smear and blend together as well as her eyes adjust. But what I love even more are the specific colors chosen for this.

Because while Jounouchi’s shirt is green and his jacket is blue—both of which are cool colors—everything else around him is bright and glowing. His hair is golden, of course, but his face—specifically his face—is framed by the sun. This is the very first sight Shizuka sees when she opens her eyes, and that sight is of her big brother framed by the sunlight. You can see some of the cooler colors in the background, as the sun sets and shifts to night; but right behind Jounouchi is that bright, golden glow of the sun, lighting up Jounouchi both literally and—considering that this is the first sight Shizuka is seeing with her brand new, restored eyesight—figuratively for Shizuka. When everything was dark, he gave her light, indeed.

And, bonus:

(Note: I prefer to use “big bro” for “oniichan” because “oniiichan” is an informal/cute/affectionate way to refer to one’s older brother. It is not the most informal (and for more informal usage I’d go with just “bro”), but it is still pretty informal and affectionate. Translating Japanese sibling terminology into English is difficult because there are a lot of nuances with each term that we simply don’t have in English, but this was the best way I could convey the meaning behind “oniichan,” even if it still is not perfect. I did clear with @yume-x-hanabi as well, so I think it’s all right. But if you were wondering why I went the “big bro” route, well … that is why.)

#MURDER ME #* &. shizuka. visage. –––– be a lover and a fighter.#* &. people. –––– katsuya jonouchi.

collectiveillusion.

𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒

–⦕His form would float around to her side and his hands would ghost through her but only on her shoulders as if he planned to console her. While he would play the part of her pathetic brother Ryou, the name spit out in his mind, he’d still take over her body when the time came to it. Hands would place themselves upon her head as he shushed her quietly. . ❝It’s okay Amane– I know you don’t mean it. No matter what hurtful things you say to me. I will always be your brother.❞ He could see his words soak into her mind the way she pulled at her hair and the crack in her voice.

He would either break her until she no longer could function on her own and he’d assume control or he’d coax her to do as he asked. After all he had so much more that needed to be done items to be collected.❝Precious sister– ❞ He’d hum out sweetly his tone a saccharine sin. ❝For me to attain rest I must have the 6 other items that curse me to this plane. I need them to pass on Sister. I need your help. ❞ He’d use the others sibling status to drive that stake in deeper. To make her weak. He’d dig in with claws and hold one to his host like the leeche he was. ⦖–

for all the times her rational mind screams at her that this isn’t ryou, it cant be, it’s a fake -- her broken heart tugs at her, whispering what if he is. what if the crash didn’t really take ryou away, what if he’s lingering here because he needs her help? hands light on her shoulders, little more than a light breeze, and she visibly crumbles. tears well in eyes screwed shut tight, shoulders shake and her body trembles. she is all alone. amane and ryou had always been two parts of a whole, and when he was taken, she had turned cold. their father ever absent, loneliness pervaded every waking moment.

i need your help. it strikes deep in her chest, the pain, a rusty knife scraping and hurting. she just wants it all to stop. wide brown eyes open, a shaky breath sucked in before the teen turns to the spirit, stares up with tear tracks on her cheeks, lip trembling. all of her rationality was drowned out with her grief, desperation. he needed her help, how could she turn him away? leave him to wander, her stomach twists at the thought. she had loved him wholeheartedly, two parts of a whole. features twist in confusion, the awareness of the thick, heavy ring that lays flat against her chest coming slow. it’d been a gift, an unspoken attempt at an apology from dr bakura to his daughter for abandoning her in japan while he worked, ran away from his grief. ❝ what, why do you need them -- i don’t understand. ❞ what could this tacky gift, thoughtless, heartless, have to do with ryou? her mind runs at a mile a minute but exhaustion and the intensity of her grief lends way to fear and confusion, thoughts muddled, emotions frantic.

#collectiveillusion #* &. amane. threads. –––– you have a voice and it's getting stronger.#* &. amane. verse. millennium. –––– you knew the game and played it.#me face down in my own tears: what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

onewiththeblueeyes.

The metals give a soft glimmer in the low light of the room, highlighting her features subtly and drawing sharp blue eyes to her face. He takes a moment to regard her without the usual headdress covering dark hair, somehow feeling that he was getting to see her in a more casual moment. Even the usual intensity isn’t there, though that doesn’t keep him from sensing the strange atmosphere between them. A sort of tension that he’d yet to pin down.

As she’d guessed, he’d followed her, catching up with her quickly enough to walk by her side, but not yet overtake her. For once, he wasn’t here to try and prove a point. He was just… present. Trying to answer something that his mind had yet to determine. He just knew it was to do with her, but then that was starting to be a constant in his life wasn’t it?

He stares straight ahead, even as he feels her gaze on him and even as she voices her curiosity. He figures it would be asked. He could easily insist on what he’d said earlier, about how it was an important investment and he’d need to see it through. Just the same he could feign interest in one of the artifacts brought, claiming any which one of her stories from before about ancient pharaohs and long-gone gods. Would she be able to see through his lies now that she lacked the eye?

“…Both”, he finally says, still refusing to meet her gaze. “Are you looking for a specific answer or are you going to say you had another vision about the world in peril?” The quip was familiar between them. His skepticism constantly against her mysticism; it worked, even if it was a frail cover now.

even though she is now without the millennium tauk, ishizu has always been the perceptive type. still, she was not all knowing. seto had managed to get the slip on her more times than she would care to admit. maybe that’s why the atmosphere between them, usually stubborn and fraught with their own headstrong beliefs, feels a lot calmer. they were just there, a figure in each other’s stories, and she didn’t know quite how to feel about that.

he doesn’t meet her gaze, but he doesn’t ignore her either. a small curve of her lips at the quip, and ishizu stops at the museum staff room, pushing the door open so both can enter. ❝ the only thing in peril at the moment are my efforts to stay awake. ❞ a flick of the switch to turn the coffee machine on, and ishizu leans against the counter top, indigo eyes settled on the other. even though his constant dismissal and skepticism of her beliefs and tales of his past proved a point of some annoyance for the egyptian, there were elements of seto she admired. things she could relate to. his work ethic, sticking to his own code when others would cower. his devotion to his brother. seto was not a man many liked, but he amused and intrigued ishizu enough for her to stick around.

fingers gently rub around her eyes and forehead, trying to smooth away some of the tension there. ❝ i really should’ve slept long before now, time had just slipped away from me. ❞ steam is rising from the coffee machine, and she flicks up the switch, moving to open the cabinet door. ❝ would you like some? ❞

#onewiththeblueeyes #* &. ishizu. threads. –––– i rise‚ i rise‚ i rise.#* &. ishizu. verse. main. –––– for the one who dreams of stranger worlds.#this took forever im so sorry lmfao #me hitting ishizu and seto w/ a rolled up newspaper #you need sleep !!!!!!!