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SEMI HIATUS. ❛ no amount of fire or freshness can measure up to what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜ priv. / sel. seto kaiba lead with pride by mimi / noémi. ( 18 oct 2017 )

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hehehhehhehehhhh what the flimflam is goin’ on here

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I’m not looking for somebody who will whisper sweet nothings into my ear to feed the ravenous ego of my heart. But someone who can look me straight in the eye and say, I love you, whether you fail or fall, just as you are.

Beau Taplin, The Ego (via books-n-quotes)

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without so much as a thought to whether or not she might regret it, she places a flower crown atop his head.

motionless, he offers no rebuttal upon receiving her makeshift present. lips a thin line and arms crossed severely upon his chest, he stifles a grumble, stuck stubbornly in his throat. brow furrowing in an annoyed fashion, he raises his chin, prideful as ever—— how fitting for him to wear a crown! whatever her motive could be, he identifies it as respect. the flowers usagi used were a color seto silently approved of—— so richly blue, yet colorless compared to his own icy gaze.

     ❛ immature; though i didn’t expect any different from you,❜ he remarks calmly, yet hostility nowhere to be found in his tone as he did not condemn the gesture. well, from what he’s seen, it is well - made, and kaiba appreciates what is created with precision and thought. perhaps he enjoys the gift  .  .  .  or something of that nature  .  .  .

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I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

Christopher Poindexter (via quotemadness)

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castitatli

       the manor walls no longer feel unfamiliar to her, having gotten used to being around. she feels more at ease, more comfortable– even to the point where she spends more time here than within her own small home. there’s a comfort in having someone else to wake up to in the morning, sharing breakfast and having casual conversations. for someone so outgoing in her affection to the world, she’s admittedly lonely, though not something she’d admit aloud. she doesn’t need to now. 

           he’s slept well, as noted by his nod, taking pride in the fact that she was able to get him to listen for once. he works so hard, takes very little time to recharge, and old habits die hard. it’s admittedly been challenging to get him to open up, despite her being so readily able to bare her soul to him, whether he likes it or not. a breakthrough, such as moments like these, make it more than worth it. 

              a gentle squeeze is given to his finger, slowly letting go as slipper-clad feet shuffle against the tile floor at the sudden ding! of the oven. upon opening the door, she’s greeted with the subtle smell of cinnamon that promptly spreads throughout the room.  ❝ Baked french toast! I thought we could try something on the sweeter side today. I’ve got fresh fruit cut up to put on top of it, whipped cream.. ❞ hands, now covered in mitts, take out the hot pan as she places it on the hot pad. by the time she’s finished setting everything up, a big grin is on her face as she settles by his side once more, green eyes gazing up at him. 

                 ❝ And, of course, limitless amounts of coffee. I hope you’re hungry, because I made quite a bit. ❞

lowering his fuming cup after indulging himself heartily, he is pleasantly surprised by the sweet scent of her baking. cinnamon—— he loves it so. a looming uneasiness haunts him as he tenses subtly, and he knows how his mind still struggles with the amiable feeling of a mundane morning such as this one. knuckles turn slightly paler as he grasps his mug tighter; and does the same with this fleeting feeling of relief he finds amidst his confusion.

forging a company and ruling without mercy is far easier than meticulously build this warm thing called home. there was no control at the end of the road; only a newfound sense of comfort. after so many years, seto dares to revisit the ruins of a past he willingly destroyed; not to remember his suffering, but to retrieve the good parts that he sacrificed in an attempt to liberate himself from a hatred that shackled him. dear brother was right—— there were things worth keeping among all the hurting that wouldn’t heal.

.  .  .  hungry. seto almost reaches for his empty belly in response, knowing well how laei is aware of his starving self like every morning. instead, his nose scrunches slightly in disapproval; she also knew he wasn’t fond of raw fruits. lips were about to part for he was concocting a childish protest, but he decides against it and settles for nothing but wearing his usual scowl. he helps her moving the necessities to the nearby island, taking place upon his stool, armed with a fork.

     ❛ now, to put your cooking to the test, ❜ he states almost ominously, eyeing her sideways with defiant chin. he could fool no one, and the small amount of weight he gained was enough proof of his adoration for her cooking. that—— and laei’s constant spoiling with a copious amount of sweets he could not refuse  .  .  .  ❛ it’s delicious, ❜ comes his gruff voice in a tactful praise after a lingering silence, eagerly taking another bite.

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    « kaiba seto, based on @lightblinded‘s portrayal.

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i believe in growth. the kind that hurts and the kind that heals.

Alexandra Elle (via wordsnquotes)

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boop! miscellaneous thoughts on kaiba part two, since i can’t focus on homework  .  .  .  it went all over the place again, so i apologize if it’s all wonky!

i. his biological parents were wealthy, but by no mean near gozaburo’s infinite fortune. seto’s clothes and pursue of getting strong parents to adopt him and his brother can vouch for this. already with a brilliant mind, seto could have without any doubt manipulate and force loving and kind parents to adopt them. i assert he sabotaged many good occasions and that sort of thinking is far from childish and innocent - like. even in his youth, seto refused to replace what he has lost. his parents were dead and there was no way he would try to find substitute. he was aiming at the highest; to live in luxury and by the same occasion both him and his brother protected by a powerful, influential parent. he couldn’t care less about love. however the plan backfired quickly as gozaburo forced him into an accelerated school program and abuse.

ii. seto’s lack of response and barely moving when receiving direct damage when dueling comes from a naturally very resilient physique, unfortunately strengthened by years of corporal punishment by his step - father. as testimony, he bears long scars upon his back that did not heal nor aged well, though he no longer feels any pain from them.

iii. it goes without saying that his private tutoring wasn’t legally recognized—— from the education’s system point of view, kaiba’s at the very same level as his peers, and must attend classes at high - school regularly to graduate. however practically owning domino city has its own perks; he barely presents himself since he needs to tend to his company—— and the academic level is far too low for him to require his attention to successfully pass his classes.

iv. upon returning from his very last duel with atem, reality bounced back on him and suffered minor health complications as everything caught up to him. it was all worth it though, and he regrets nothing. i prefer letting the outcome of this duel ambiguous; in fact, it matters very little in my mind as kaiba sought a test against himself and to reach a tangible parting with his friend, not victory per say. ultimately, i think seto finally made his peace and returned to his post battle - city dream; to flourish kaiba corporation further and cater to deprived children’s needs. kaiba is ambitious and constantly works to better the world he lives in for the greater good. from someone who was so much characterized by war and its cruel and unforgiving ideals, kaiba became quite the philanthropist.

v. it’s not too much of a stretch for me to assume seto would slowly begin to distance himself from duel monsters; not out of any negative feelings, but because he has lost his challenging arch - rival and isn’t no longer interested in shallow victories. he wouldn’t distance from the game scene though; he’d continue to develop and revolutionize the industry, like always, and present himself at any duel monsters’ events. his passion for dueling will never diminish.

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     ♘ kaiba seto, based on @lightblinded‘s portrayal.

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luckbased

@lightblinded liked for a starter

“Honestly, I never got the reason why you came to our school. You’re basically out here in the sticks.”

Sure, Jounouchi was insulting himself in the process– but he was poor and he was damn used to the fact being shoved to his face. And he was too curious about Kaiba. The other duelist always intrigued him with his nonsensical decision-making. For a smart guy he was riddled with contradictions; business savvy, ridiculously good with tech, yet he had the emotional capacity of a goddamn rock– except maybe to his little brother, but…

sometimes kaiba wonders the difference between him and a toad. any sign of discretion leaves him as he scoffs, blue eyes still moving at a steady pace on the page of his book. how annoying. he shifts his weight as if jounouchi addressing him proved to be uncomfortable. kaiba’s presence in class is sporadic at best as he is allowed to absent himself whenever he wishes to—— to handle more important matters elsewhere. the education provided by his step - father never was legally recognized, given the abusive nature and madness of it—— and so he is here by obligation too, just like everyone else.

     ❛ at least you are conscious of our rather obvious difference in intellect. maybe you’re not as a ignorant as i assumed. i’m impressed, ❜ he concludes, tone filled with sarcasm and disdain, hoping it would be enough to dismiss him.

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     @castitatli​!!

through bloodied lashes, he notices how she traded the red peonies to hide forget - me - nots in the gold of her mane. laei gives breath to a garden of peace, and in her freckles, he finds the stars to guide him back home. others offered her a cage made of pretty lies whilst seto prides himself in showing her a land now reduced to ashes, where she will restore to its former glory and beauty. in his darkest hours from a past long gone, he was forged as the embodiment of war. seto can only dream about memories that have been forgotten—— imagining fables of a boy basking under the sun—— but all too soon suffocating by foul wind brought by an unforgiving strife. what he once was, he does not remember; he forsake peace for the constant yearning for the bitter taste of blood on his lips. eons pass like days, but a sense of familiarity inks itself into his mind as he climbs steps where the head of his father descended once; at the top, he, the murderer, with bloodied blade in hand and a carnivorous smile to match.

he is wrought in warrior bones, violence etched into his cheeks. he takes time to marvel at her seraphic features before sinking down to his knees, like a desperate man left marooned at altar. the pristine of her dress does not prevent him to bury his sullied figure into the pure fabric, settling down his covered carmine weapon by her naked feet. every time, he is astonished by the realization that he is blood - sickened; but he knows the stillness of his blood - lust will be short - lived. he hears her heartbeat and within the blindness of his buried sight, he sees his desire to crack her rib - cage open to sink his teeth into her love.

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every day i cri over the blatant disservice the female cast of ygo received

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ur the most talented bandit i've ever seen bc u stole the keith to my heart

IM GOING TO.DUCLNG LAUMCH MYSELF INTO SPQCE.I SWEAR.TO GOD IM FUCKIMG DEAD

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castitatli

                  he’s still hard at it, she thinks, upon walking down the hallway of the Kaiba residence, a couple cups of hot chocolate in hand. a workaholic by nature, she’s not so surprised that Seto’s once again focused at the task in hand– what it is, she doesn’t have a clue, but it must be important enough to not even look up from it. 

                 the door’s open slightly, a peek into the office as she quietly slips in. usually, she’s met with grumpy protests from him, insisting that he ‘doesn’t need a babysitter’ and some other similar things, but lately he’s quiet, a sure sign that he’s (perhaps) warmed up to her presence. feet head to the couch that he’s got set up, blue eyes moving at a consistent rate as he reads whatever is on the paper, and she quietly settles into the seat next to him. no nagging, no telling him to get up and stretch.. she’s learned quickly that it doesn’t work on him. instead, she sets her mug on the table atop a coaster, his own held between gentle hands as they stretch out towards him.  ❝ I made you hot chocolate, Seto. ❞

                                               @lightblinded

kaiba doesn’t look up when she slips in. like a statue disappearing in the decor, he does not move, aside from a cold focused gaze deciphering words. protests didn’t flew past his lips, not particularly minding her intrusion  .  .  .  but not welcoming it, either. with his next breath, he recognizes the familiar and soothing scent of a warm drink—— too sweet to be coffee, but he guesses right the alternative she might bring. what a smart girl. laei learned that he had little patience for small talk and pointless meetings, especially while he was battling papers. she is wise to excuse her presence by offering him something  .  .  .  this, according to seto’s way of seeing this whole matter, of course. 

she takes place at a respectable distance and he remains the same, motionless. oblivious to his own fatigue, his subconscious lets him be comfortable enough with the young woman for his side to stick a bit to the left, chin cradled in the palm of his hand. eyes dart quickly to seek out what she kindly hands to him, before briefly piercing blue eyes against her green ones as if to reprimand her approach. lithe fingers reach out then, a clear sign of his tolerance. cranium tilts some, returning his attention on the task at hand.

     ❛ don’t you have anything better to do? ❜ a poor choice of words—— the inquiry comes out harsher than he wanted, although his calm tone could vouch for his tranquil state of mind.

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asterioes

she  is  not  stupid  enough  to      not      recognize  seto  kaiba  when  she  sees  him ,     &      even  less  so  when  it  comes  to  recognizing  the  irritation  coming  off  of  him  in      WAVES .          while  she’s       positive       he  is  more  than  capable  of  putting  the  stares      &      whispers  to  a  rest  on  his  own ,     she  doesn’t  want  him  scaring  off  half  the  customers  in  the  small ,     hole - in - the - wall      coffee  shop  that  paid  her  to  keep  them  happy .

clearing  her  throat ,    she  sets  a  cup  of  coffee  down  in  front  of  him .          ‘     i  can  ask  them  to  leave  —————  if  you’d  like .     ’

♡          /          @lightblinded .

digits continue to hit the keys in a steady rhythm—— he heard her but does not act upon it. he suppresses the need to roll his eyes, remaining unfazed to others’ stares and intrusive hushes in his regards. he is more than used to it—— his scowl none other than the simper he dons on the daily.

     ❛ if i wanted them gone, i would have acted upon it already, ❜ he asserts gruffly, eyes narrowing. blatantly annoyed by her offer, he is unapologetic in his insufferable behavior. whether the customers would remain or not, he did not care. cerulean eyes flicker to the fuming cup placed in front of him—— distracted from his laptop at last. ❛ i didn’t ask for coffee, ❜ he continues after a short pause, the edge of his tone softening some.

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Gently cups his face between her hands, a thumb brushing skin.

the lack of contact so early in his life leaves kaiba confounded. he sternly scrutinizes her, azure eyes trying to fathom something that is foreign to him.laei handles him with the utmost care despite his relentless claims of being the strongest. then, subtly, he relaxes with endearment, the warm touch seemingly soothing the young ceo—— but instantly tenses back. kaiba is ingrained in his reservations, carefully shielded behind walls built upon years of harsh - learned lessons. too often, the gestures that make him hesitant are the simplest. the unfamiliarity is outstanding andfor once, he ponders over what he feels.