Sideblog to freak out about the fandom I'm in currently
Will mostly be reblogs but will also have the occasional ramble, headcanon, short story, or fanart
Hello! This is the side blog of @kitkatthekitkatkat. I’ll be posting/reblogging content from my current fandom fixation on here. And now a few things about me!
Pronouns: She/They
Current fixation: Yugioh
Blorbo/s (favorite character) from current fixation/s : Joey wheeler/Jounouchi katsuya (<- just so y'all know I might post/reblog more content on them than others)
This will most likely be for reblogging, but I might also post other things. These are the tags that I’ll use for my different posts:
#reblog (for all reblogged posts)
#ramble (for me rambling about a show/character)
#what if (for character head-cannons or speculation)
#deep dive (for heavier analysis of a character and a more in depth look into them. Will likely coincide with the prev tag)
#fanfic (for stories I make)
#in character: *insert what character here* (role play esc scenarios)
#my art (for the art i make)
#prolonged isolation au (for posts to do with my sollarball-verse au)
#The child of Ra (for my multi-chapter, Joey wheeler centric, Yugioh fic, And other posts that relate to it)
DNI: racists, homophobes, transphobes, bigots, or just jerks and creeps in general.
This blog is meant to be happy and a safe space for me and those who share the same interests, if I see any of the above listed nonsense behavior I will block you.
And yes you may see some ship content. I'm a multi-shipper and will accept most ships.
I’ll put all the tags under this post so you can use them to navigate.
Note: apologies but I have once again fixated on something else. I won’t be as active on this blog for a bit, but I’m not abandoning it or the stories ive made. I have some stuff for fluffcember already scheduled to post then, but otherwise I’ll be here very little. Hope y’all understand. Thank you.
Zanka not being a cleaner nor a raider nor a hell guard but a secret 4th thing (JINKI WHISPERER I MEAN REPAIRMAN!!!!)
Crawled out of that well after 3 days, realized hmm isnt it a BITTT weird that i bonded with Lovely that fast...then starts exploring, tending to Lovely, realizes that he can actually feel her, and goes "wait we can make a fortune out of my jinki senses are we up for it" "ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ<)" "atta girl."
Now, he's known as a jinki repairman- and not just because of the way he can somehow figure out the best way to maintain your jinki. It's also because somehow, he's able to feel them the same way he can feel Lovely
If people arent coming to him to maintain/repair jinkis, then its to figure out whats going on with their bond...every visit, Zanka always keeps track of every jinki, writing and sketching them down, listing their abilities...for givers who become regulars, some end up confiding in him how they got their jinkis
Which is also how he becomes a prime target. He's made a name for himself because of how much he knows about vital instruments, and sometimes the info he has can be profitable to sell...or be used for one's own agenda...
Now, there's a rumor that he knows something about the Choker-maker and a part of the Watchman series...cue a race between the Raiders and the Cleaners to get to Zanka first and get the info they need...though for the Raiders, theyre not really giving Zanka much of a choice
Unfortunately, Zanka being endeared to any and every vital instrument has endeared him to some of their givers as well...who wouldnt be? Seeing someone who also cares about a part of your soul, so reverently too!
And theyre not going to let some randos mess with the guy who helped them strengthen their bond with their other halves
yujou comic. Made for my college animanga club's Halloween zine exchange. Takes place directly after chapter 20 of the manga (the season 0 shadow game with Shadi)
Hey y'all! I'm opening myself up for character commissions, please feel free to DM me, for more details or inquires. I can do anthro and human characters 💙
I'm also available for illustrative commissions so please feel free to reach out with any requests.
I'm not available for NSFW or excessive gore, but artistic nudity and blood is cool.
I… I can’t believe there isn’t a ship name for Malik x Yami Marik x Joey.
I mean I can, both fade and irate aren’t very common anyways so that poly is like a hella rare thing, but still, why are people sleeping on the potential of it?
(rambling under the cut)
I mean, we have 2 people that love power and control, and then the one person who breaks that for them.
That’s a bit confusing so I’ll elaborate
Malik (which is what I call the hikari) had Joey break out of his mind control on him, and he loves control.
So like imagine him getting obsessed with trying to regain that control over Joey in other ways, even after the millennium rod is gone, he still holds onto that lingering feeling of missing something (that something being his doll that he couldn’t keep)
And with Marik’s case (the Yami) he thought Joey was weak and couldn’t possibly be a threat, but he gets proven wrong.
Now he’s upset that he was wrong, and also curious how this random person could dare try and stand up to him and his power.
No one should be able to do that, he needs to break Joey to show he’s not to be messed with and that his strength can’t be beat. (I have a whole idea for where this interest and desire to break turns into a desire to protect. Might make something based off that)
And they both realize they have similar goals, and work together to achieve them. Also I think it would be interesting if they also fight each other for control in subtle ways all while working together.
Like I know cannon doesn’t support them both having separate bodies, but I’m not talking about cannon so…
I have been consumed by this idea, and fallen for a rare pair (poly) that is sure to be my doom from the lack of content.
Though they do always say, write the fic you wanna read…
Oh, and if no one else is gonna, I’ll take it upon myself to name this ship. I’ll dub it Sunshipping, cause both Marik and Malik have ties with the sun (using the card Ra) and Joey withstood the force of the sun as well as he has a bright and fiery personality.
(oh, and this post was inspired by another i say that was talking about fadeshipping and irateshipping. This post from @/leechysmile hit me hard)
Summary: with the conversation regarding what happened to him finished, Joey stays over at Yugi’s house, but what happens when he finds himself in a strange dream? And why can’t he remember who he is?
Word count: 2,576
(Credit for the solid line dividers in the story go to @/hyuneskkami. All previous and future dividers used at the beginning [unless otherwise stated] are from @/steviebbboi)
“So, yeah” Joey looks at his friends shocked expressions, fidgeting to with his fingers, even the warmth Ra’s giving him can’t calm him entirely.
They’re sitting on Yugi’s bed, the space a bit small but enough to be comfortable, though Joey feels like his nerves make the already small space more suffocating.
They decided to be merciful to him and let him wait to explain once he got better and they could be somewhere more private. So after 4 days, Joey was discharged and immediately asked to go to the Kame Game shop.
That leads him to the present moment. He just finished explaining about how he felt when Ra landed in his hand, and how he felt when he touched the card again at the hospital, and the little brushes of feathers or bursts of warmth.
In the beginning his freinds made some comments here and there, but as he went more in depth with explaining the feelings, and Yami was taking the situation seriously, they quieted down.
Yami is the first to break the silence that fell after Joey finished speaking“if Ra were to choose anyone, it’s not hard to see why they chose you”
Joey looks at him confused “I don’t understand why ya think that other Yuug. I mean, you’re probably a much better option, you’re a much better duelist, and like, so much stronger”
Yami shakes his head with a smile “you don’t understand. I may be powerful, but you survived their wrath and were able to stay standing throughout the whole battle, your will power was strong enough to win against them, that is why they chose you. They chose you not for your raw strength, but for your determination and potential Joey.”
Joey blinks a few times, mouth hanging open. He closes it and looks down to process those words. It doesn’t, or maybe does, help that he can feel a surge of warmth as if Ra themself is agreeing with his words.
“I know you might find it hard to believe that others can see that hidden power in you, but they can Joey. I do, Ra also does, and I’m sure we’re not the only ones.” Yami- Yugi- both of them, place a hand on Joey’s shoulder, and even if their words are hard to accept, in that moment he’s certain of their conviction in those words, and maybe one day he could believe they’re true.
“Yeah Joey! You’re better than you give yourself credit for!” Tea says from next to him.
Tristan claps him on the back and gives him a side hug “You gotta stop thinking down on yourself man. You won a shadow game by yourself, against a god card too, that’s no small feat”
A soft sensation lays against his back, and he swears he can even hear a caw in his head, though he knows there’re no birds around.
Joey smiles shakily and wipes away a tear “you guys” sniffle “i don’t know what to say. Ya guys are the best”
Here, surrounded by his friends, with Ra’s spirit hovering near, he feels at home, the love around him filling his heart. And even though he doesn’t know what challenges the future might bring, he knows no matter what’s thrown his way, with his friends on his side, things will be ok in the end.
Night rolls around as they continue chatting about stuff, the battle, them getting Mai and Ryou back, what could have happened to Marik, and the whole Ra thing.
Tristan is the first to leave, having to head out to pick up some groceries. Tea leaves a bit after, wanting to get home before too late. All that’s left are Joey, Yugi, and Yami. Yugi and Yami take turns asking questions, with Yugi being the one in control who relays Yami’s words to Joey.
Joey yawns, looking at the time with wide eyes “i didnt even know how late it got”. He looks outside and stands up slowly “guess I better go, huh?” He says, trying to hide the emotion in his voice. He doesn’t want to head back to that house and his dad, not after everything that’s happened.
Yugi senses his hesitation “you can stay over. I mean it is getting a bit late to go out. I have a cot you can use and you could stay in my room?” He offers
Joey is again struck by his friend’s generosity and kindness. Yugi has done so much for him, and to think he bullied the little angel when they were younger still makes him feel a bit guilty.
He weighs his options “are you sure? I mean, I could just go back, you don’t need to go out of yer way like that” he rubs the back of his neck.
Yugi just smiles “it’s no trouble Joey, really! It would be nice to have some company over” he puts on puppy-dog-eyes and Joey crumbles on the spot.
“Alright, if you’re sure” he thinks he made the right choice, but the way Yugi smiles also makes him feel like he’s just been played, that lil gremlin.
Yugi grabs his wrist and drags him to his room, letting go at the door and going to set up the cot. Joey watches, frozen for a moment before logic and good manners kick in and make him move to help.
A few hours of talking and game playing, with both Yugi and Yami, leave them all tired out. They get ready for bed then lay down. “Night Yuug, other Yuug” “night Joey”
Joey closes his eyes with a smile, ready to fall into a peaceful, dreamless, sleep.
It’s warm and he can see light behind his eyes. He tries to kick the blanket off, but his feet don’t hit anything. He rolls over trying to block the light, he only notices the sand underneath him when it digs into his cheek. He opens his eyes and bolts into a sitting position.
Around him is a seemingly endless expanse of desert, the harsh sun bearing down on him making him start to sweat. He starts to freak out, what happened? He swear he fell asleep at… somewhere? Did he fall asleep here? Or is this a dream?
He feels a tug, something inside of him being pulled in a direction. He takes a deep breath and stands, wondering if he should follow that feeling. He reasons that it’s probably better than just wandering around to who knows where.
He starts walking, the hot sand burning his feet that he just now realizes are bare. He bites down on his lip out of pain, but trudges forward, knowing staying here will just end with him dehydrated, if this is real that is, it sure feels real.
He walks for what seems like hours, his knees wobbly and weak. His shirt is soaked in sweat, his feet surely have blisters by now, and his throat feels as dry as the sand around him.
Hope sparks in him as he sees a structure off in the distance. He picks up the pace as much as he can, getting closer to what he can now see is a temple.
Soon he’s standing at the entrance, markings of flames are around the door, the inside shadowy. He feels that tug again but stronger, propelling him forward through the doorway.
Inside is warmer than outside, even though it’s shaded. He groans but keeps walking deeper into the temple.
There are multiple carvings on the wall that depict a phoenix. Some have it breathing fire outward, some with it flying high in the air, some with people offering tributes to it.
One drawing in particular catches his eyes. It shows a person with golden hair and brown eyes, fire in the palms of their hands, the phoenix behind them with wings spread out on either side of them.
He runs his hand over it, the stone rough under his trembling fingers. He stares transfixed at it for a few minutes before he takes a shuddering breath. That person looks eerily familiar to him for some reason.
He turns away and keeps waking through the halls, soon stumbling upon a room. It’s open, a hole in the ceiling big enough that the sun is shining down, its rays hitting a pedestal in the middle of the room.
He walks over to it, surprised to see a card on the pedestal next to a small golden necklace with a sun pendent on it.
He reaches over slowly, then hesitates. He feels like this is something he’s meant to do, but it also feels like a choice he has to make. His fingers linger over the card, twitching as he thinks.
It’s his decision, to take the card and necklace or not, and he knows this is no small deal. The tug is gone, leaving him feeling lost on what to do.
Why is he here again? Who even is he? He has memories of blurry smiles, both cruel and kind. Peoples voices dance in his mind, but no words can be made out. His name is at the tip of his tongue, but his voice won’t speak it, he doesn’t remember it.
He looks around again, flames swaying on torches scattered around the room, were they lit before? The wall paintings seem to glow with an orange light, as if fire is under the stone, just below the surface.
He looks back at the pedestal, the card drawing his attention more than the necklace, but he knows to take one would be to have both. He reaches out, fingers brushing the top of the card, its back smooth.
He pauses for a moment before picking the card up in one swift motion, snagging the necklace with his other hand.
He turns the card over, staring at the name ‘The winged dragon of Ra’. It feels so familiar, but more like a distant memory than reality.
He turns his attention to the necklace, un-clasping it and putting it around his neck. The metal feels cool on his collar-bone, but then it heats up. The heat grows, from the necklace and around him, the card starts to glow.
The brightness of the card increases to a point he has to close his eyes, and when he opens them again he’s face to face with the creature that was pictured on the card.
“Ra” his voice is barely a breath, awe and disbelief mingling together. Even though he doesn’t know what this creature is, they radiates such power it’s impossible to not realize they are a sacred being.
They spreads their wings, an odd combination of feathers with a metallic look on the ones closer to its body. They stand on 2 legs, arms a golden metal, claws on their hands that look sharp enough to cut bone.
They lowers their head to look at him “hello, my choice” their voice is deep, a mix of caws that he somehow understands.
“Wha- why am I here?” He asks, confused, and a bit worried.
“That is simple. You are here to fulfill your destiny, if you are deemed worthy to do so”
“I thought you deemed me worthy already” he blurts out. His memories are hidden in a mist, but he knows he thought this before, as if this dragged a peice of that moment back to him.
They tilt their head “I deemed you worthy to try. Worthy to stand in-front of me and prove yourself. Only after that will you truly be worthy to wield my power as your own.”
“How do I prove that?” He asks, feeling like this is the key to remembering who he is, as well as much more than he can fully understand.
“It’s quite simple” fire rises around him in a circle, blocking him off from all sides. Ra stands outside of the ring, looking down at him with a hand held on the ground “come to me. If you can walk through the flames and to me, you shall have passed the test”
His eyes widen, the flames heat seeping into his body. He looks causiosly at the fire, the swirl of red, yellow, and orange hues a dangerous sunset of colors.
He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again. He wants to ask how he could be expected to do this, but he needs to right? Yes, he needs to remember who he is, to remember all that he left behind. He knows it’s important, his life that’s lost from his mind, even if he doesn’t know what it contains.
He takes a deep breath, clenching his hands and forcing his expressions to calm. With determination in his soul he steps forward, walking straight towards the flames. He feels the heat grow, but he never falters.
The first step into the fire burns his skin, he bites back a yell, hurrying his pace. It hurts, pain wracking his body, but he bears it and carries on.
Halfway through the pain suddenly stops. The fire brushes his hands but doesn’t hurt, his burnt flesh is healed before he even notices. He keeps walking, the flames brushing against him feeling more like a hug, calm and encouraging his continuation.
He pauses in his movements, the flames around him weave shapes and stories, figures of people that tingle his mind. It flows around him like water, shifting and changing constantly like they were before, only now he understands them.
The shapes change to that of the figure he saw in the wall painting before. Then another figure joins, one that sends shivers through him for reasons he doesn’t know.
The figures stare at each other, monsters appearing and disappearing around them. The first figure is knocked to their knees, before Ra rises and swoops in to attack the other.
The first figure stands and walks over to the figure now lying down. He holds his breath, but then the flames disperse, circling his wrist and pushing him to continue walking. He knows that is all he’ll see from them for now, so he obliges.
He reaches Ra with the flames following behind him, and he places his palm on theirs, the fire crawling across his arm and swirling where their hands meet.
“You have done well my child. The fire follows you, it knows you are ready, and so you too shall command it, and it in turn will guide you. It is time for you to hold the power that was destined for you, little one.” Ra’s voice is soft, kind in a way.
Before he can speak, the fire surges into him, flowing right into his veins, into his heart and his soul. With it floods the memories, of his friends, of Yugi, of Tea and Tristan, of Mai and even Kaiba. Of his life, of duel monsters and fights, of traveling, of living life in danger and thrill. Of himself, the gangs, the bullying, the throwing the puzzle, but also him rushing into a burning building, diving to save the cards, protecting his friends with his life. Everything returns to him.
His veins glow golden with the molten lava that runs through them, the feeling of fire a part of him, the presence of Ra next to him, and he now knows who he is.
He is Joey Wheeler, child of fire and sun. The child of Ra.
In ‘The child of Ra’ should I add any shipping undertones?
I kinda suck at writing romance so the most I’ll probably add is some pinning from Joey’s pov (since im planing on writing it from his view mostly. The prev chapters have been from his view, even if the seem more 3rd person, that’s kinda just how im comfortable writing stuff)
Or, there is a possibility after I finish the main storyline idea i have, that I might write some smaller one-shots set in the universe, of random moments (either how this au changes cannon, just daily life things, or completely different stuff) so I could instead put the “shipping” in those and just have the story focus on him coming to learn about this new life he now has to lead.
(I actually much prefer this option, I want to focus on the friendship and new powers rather than any romance, but if enough people want otherwise I might add a few drops of it in)
To ship or not to ship
Yes!! Put some in the story!
No, leave it out of the story but make a/some one shots with it
No, no shipping at all
Up to you, I’ll read it anyways / won’t read but won’t be upset
I am a postal worker, i can’t be unbiased / see results
Voting ended onSep 23, 2025
Oh, and if y’all do wanna see shipping, please comment what ship. Im a multi-shipper and have no clue what I would ship (actually I kinda do) in this story if I were to do that.
(Note: I reserve the right to ignore the results of this poll. It will help influence my decision, but if I straight up feel against an idea once I actually try to do it, or i can’t pull it off properly, I won’t do it. Sorry for the inconvenience)
Summary: After waking up in the hospital, strange feelings cause Joey to remember things, leading him to a shocking discovery.
Word count: 1,702
A steady beeping was the first thing he heard, a rhythm that sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place. He tried to open his eyes, closing them immediately after when the harsh light stung them. He lets out a groan, clearly drawing the attention of others in the room as he hears shuffling followed by “Joey!” In a mix of voices that his now pounding head had a hard time discerning.
He opens his eyes again, slower this time, and looks up to see the smiling face of Yugi staring back at him. “Oh, thank goodness you’re ok. You had us all worried out there, what with you collapsing and all” his friend says, concern lingering in his usually cheerful voice.
“Yeah man, what the hell was that all about, going up there and almost dying on us” Tristan face appears next to yugi, relief overshadowing the fake annoyance on his face.
Joey lets out another groan, still too tired to talk. The others seem to realize this, Tea getting him some ice chips to have since “the doctor said you can’t drink water right away”, and Tristin going to probably tell someone he’s awake.
He settles down, his mind put at ease with the knowledge his friends are safe. As he zones out from their conversation he feels a flow of warmth run through him, a tangible feeling, familiar and comforting. He lets out a sigh, soaking it in, and he swears he feels a softness like feathers brush against his skin.
That thought brings a broken memory to his head, flashes of fire that twist around his fingers and dance in his palms, wings of light encircling him, feathers and flames intertwined with flesh and soul.
He is brought back to the present by the call of his name. He looks over at the door and his eyes light up as his sister rushes over, carefully hugging him “Joey, you had us so worried”
He still can’t speak, so he settles for carefully moving his hand up to pat her head, a silent reassurance.
His gaze is drawn over her head and back to the door, surprised to see Kaiba there. A glare is shot his way, as if Kaiba is annoyed at being caught, before the brunette turns around and walks away.
Joey looks at Yugi with a questioning expression, causing Yugi to smile “he was worried about you. He even had a helicopter called when you fainted”
Joey blinks in disbelief. Kaiba? Worried about him? Clearly he’s not the only one who thinks that “yeah right. Im sure that jerk was just planning on mocking him and ran scared when he saw all of us here. Besides, it might reflect badly on him if Joey died there” Tristen mumbles while glaring at the now empty doorway.
Joey doesn’t think thats the case, but he also can’t imagine Kaiba really caring about him either. He shakes his head, deciding not to think too much on it. Serenity walks over to Tea and starts asking questions, occasionally glancing back at Joey as if to make sure he’s still there.
Joey turns his attention back to Yugi, slowly pointing at the clock and struggling his way around saying “how- long” his voice is hoarse and hard to understand, but Yugi seems to get the message anyways.
He offers a small smile “you’ve been asleep for 2 weeks Joey. We were getting a bit worried actually that you wouldn’t wake up, but I had faith in you!”
Joey sits there stunned. 2 weeks? He frowns and looks down at his lap while his mind runs, wondering all of what happened while he was unconscious. A surge of warmth runs through him and he feels a sense of calmness settling over him.
He quirks an eyebrow at that sensation. That’s odd, he thinks. The feeling still lingers, and he tries to focus on it. If he concentrates he can feel a light pressure surrounding him, but it feels more like a weighted blanket then it does oppressive. The pressure feels safe, feels like home, but the knowledge of what is making him feel this way seems just out of reach, a few steps past the fog of his mind, hidden away in the haze.
He looks back at Yugi, pointing at him and making a thumbs up while tilting his head. Yugi smiles and nods “everyone’s ok Joey. Me, Yami, Mai, even Ryou” those words bring a small smile to Joeys face.
“You beat him Joey! You beat Marik!” Yugi says, enough pride in his voice to make Joey’s face turn slightly pink.
“Yeah man, you should have seen how cool you looked! Well, the whole fainting thing at the end wasn’t nice to witness, but before that you were so awesome” Tristen smiles at him “You were actually kinda scary not gonna lie, with you calling for gearfreid to attack so calmly. I swear I’ve never heard your voice sounding so deadly”
Joey rolls his eyes, though he is intrigued, his memory of the end of the battle fuzzy at best. “Oh! And then there was that weird thing that happened!” Tristen looks at Yugi, who nods and turns to Joey.
“Yeah! After Marik got taken by the shadows, one of his cards floated over to you. It was so odd, but I guess it might have been carried on the wind?”
Tristen scoffs “no chance, that had to have been some shadow realm magic, there was no wind there”
Yugi shrugs before continuing his explanation “whatever it was, the card floated over and right into your hand. By the time we got over there though it was gone. Im not sure where it could have went” he frowns
Joey’s eyes widen, the memory hitting like a truck. Ra, that was the card in his hand. He remembers the pain he felt, followed by the calm, a sense of peace filling him before he passed out. His hands shake, but the warm feeling comes back through him, causing him to still at the realization.
“Ra” his voice is barely a whisper as he understands. That familiar feeling he felt, the comfort just now, those were the work of Ra. He doesn’t get how it could be possible, or how he even knows this in the first place, but it’s a fact he’s certain of.
He hears his friend’s voices, but he can’t make out the words, too focused on the feeling that’s surrounding him, that seems to be enveloping his entire being.
It should scare him, now that he knows who’s causing it, but he can’t help but feel at peace. He remembers the fire, how it scorched him when the attack hit. He remembers the burning feeling the seemed to flow inside of him and would have left him writhing in pain if he could have moved, all from touching that card. But he also remembers when the raging fire in his veins cooled to a low flame, and when the heat stopped hurting and seemed instead to heal, he remembers that much clearer than the pain.
He feels a soft brush against his arm, though when he looks there’s nothing there, nothing visible at least. He smiles slightly, realizing with some fascination that he can tell what the simple ‘touch’ means. Even though he can’t hear Ra, he knows they’re right here with him, in a strange way that probably has something to do with the magic of Egyptian god cards.
His friend’s words replay in his mind and he looks over, pointing at himself “deck?” he croaks out.
Yugi perks up a bit “oh! You want your deck? Um, sure, give me a second” the purple eyed boy goes to his bag and pulls out a small box, bringing it to Joey and opening it to reveal his cards.
Yugi looks a bit sheepish “I wanted to make sure they were safe” he explains
Joey feels a surge of warmth he knows has nothing to do with Ra, touched at how much his friend cared for his things, since he knows Yugi is aware how important his deck is to him.
Joey smiles and slowly ruffles Yugi’s head in affection, causing the shorter’s face to scrunch up into a pout “Hey, stop that” he bats Joey’s hand lightly
A chuckle makes its way out of the blonds damaged throat, causing him to cough for a moment. Tea rushes over with more ice chips “you have to be more careful Joey, you just woke up and you’re body’s still in bad condition” she scolds
Joey’s pout mirrors Yugi’s one from earlier, but he relents and carefully eats some more ice.
After he puts the cup down he turns to face Yugi again, grabbing his cards that Yugi happily hands over. His fingers run over the top one, then trail down the side. He takes a breath and splits the deck, facing one half towards him, breath catching as the telltale card of the phoenix stares back at him.
Another brush of warmth dances around him as he gingerly grabs the card away from the others and inspects it. He almost knew it had to be there, but to see it in person this close up it a different story. To feel it’s strength inside him and know the card chose him, it’s as exciting as it is terrifying.
“Hey, Is that…” Tristan’s voice snaps him out of his brief daze, and he looks up to see the surprised faces of all his friends. Yugi looks up at him- no, not Yugi, Yami. Yami studies him with an intensity he’s never been on the receiving end of, and he has to admit it scares him a bit.
He offers a weak smile, and his shoulders slump in relief when Yami smiles back, apparently Joey had passed whatever inspection he was under.
He looks around and sees everyone’s gaze on him, and he mentally groans when he realizes he’s gonna have a lot of explaining to do when he can talk again.
Oh well, at least he has some time to think about what he’s gonna say for that inevitable conversation
Alright. It is September again, which means we have three months left until Fluffcember. This should give you more than enough time to prepare - and I am going to post the lists (plural) for this year's challenge.
As you might notice: I learned from the entire "it is summer in the southern hemisphere" thing. And as such I decided it is only fair to just make two lists this year. One with winter-themed prompts as usual, and one with summer themed prompts. It is up to you which one you use, or whether you mix and match.
This does not mean necessarily that there will be no "Fluffcember in July" next year - I will probably make a poll about that in February.
As always: The rules and the prompts are under the cut!
Rules
This challenge is for any and all fandoms, as well as original fiction.
You can participate with fanfictions, fanart, but also graphics, gif collections and similar things.
You can mitch and match the summer and winter prompts as you like.
If you post your works on tumblr, please tag this account (@fluff-cember) and tag it as #fluffcember25, so that I can reblog it!
Also please make sure that if you post it here that you mention the fandom somewhere in the blog. (I want to reblog with fandom tags and I will just not know all fandoms from character names.) Mentioning the prompt would also be very welcome.
If you write something for the challenge, make sure that it is at least 100 words in length.
On Ao3 you can add your works into the collection. The collection will go online in November.
You can post entries belatedly for a day, but not early.
As always: The only fandoms I will not allow are RPF fandoms of people who are still alive or lived within the last 100 years. This very much includes KPop. Where I live the legal rules about this are iffy and I am not gonna risk that. You can of course write it, but such works will not be reblogged or be permitted in the collection. I am sorry about that.
The List
Day 1: Mittens | Swimsuit
Day 2: Caramel | Lemon Juice
Day 3: Spices | Barbeque
Day 4: Hail | Summer Rain
Day 5: Chocolate Chip Cookies | Ice Cream
Day 6: Ice Fishing | Canoe
Day 7: Polar Bear | Sea Gull
Day 8: Evergreen | Palms
Day 9: Fridgid | Sweating
Day 10: Mistletoe | Fan
Day 11: Glitter | Clear Sky
Day 12: Knitting | Chalk
Day 13: Board Games | Hiking
Day 14: Snowflake | Late Evening
Day 15: Fireplace | Beach
Day 16: Cold Snap | Heatwave
Day 17: Cabin Fever | Nature
Day 18: Sled | Water Fight
Day 19: Eggnog | Cold Beer
Day 20: Avalanche | Waves
Day 21: Penguins | Dolphins
Day 22: Solstice | Midnight Sun
Day 23: Ice Berg | Caves
Day 24: Last Minute Present | Family Reunion
Day 25: Winter Vacation | Road Trip
Day 26: Leftovers | Salad
Day 27: Cold Breeze | Stargazing
Day 28: Snow Melt | Thunder
Day 29: Jack Frost | Pranks
Day 30: Icicle | Waterfall
Day 31: Fireworks | Festival
Winter Alternatives: Sauna, Movie Night, Glacier, Childhood Memory, Coffee Shop
