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i'm having a bad day. someone is going to die today (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) and it's not going to be me. (gets scared someone will report me to the police) people around the world die of natural causes every day. (remembers i want people to think i'm smart) and i know who it's going to be (remembers i want to retain an air of mystery) but i'm not telling.
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Chat, what happens when we don't pay the Praetorian Guard, or the Legion in general? Shouldn't be too much of a problem, should it?
one of my favorite reddit comments
I wanted to start this challenge and draw my Mutuals' OCs !!! So if you have an OC (can be from Cyberpunk 2077, Baldur's gate 3, FF14 etc !) Tell me about them and I will draw them ! (I follow with @meetraart-off )
I start with @wistfulclown 's OC, Phthonos that I like since a looong time! <3
A cupcake is left on Phthonos his coffeetable. Who left it there? There is no letter, but it is probably someone who has a spare key and knows how to bake, I’m guessing.
There was only one person he knew who had a key and could cook other than himself, and it certainly wasn't his useless lesbian roommate- it must have been his girlfriend. Wow he loved her. He hated sweete, but it was the thought that counted. He smiled quietly and entirely to himself, even if it wasn't to his taste, he would eat it for her.
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commissioned from @mpuzzlegirl. flat colour below cut.
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Stubbornship at pride commission for the wonderful @bitterpixiebros !
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I was drawing, trying to free my mind from negative thoughts, and my OC appeared, like an angel.
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Imagine Seto and Honda going out riding on motorcycles in the early morning 😍
excuse me but *on only one motorcycle. Watch them take a day off just to drive outside the city and enjoy the countryside together.
Meeting the Family
Stubbornshipping Drabble, because it’s been on the brain. @bitterpixiebros
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Helpless.
Seto didn’t know the word. He understood the word, but didn’t know it explicitly. He ran algorithms, drew out the walls and shielded. The protocols for helpless.exe involved a very tight expression. Like something fetid was nearby, and he was craning his neck away. The scenery outside, blurring by in the long car ride, was drank in intensely, but scrutinised. His hands sat neatly in his lap, fingers knitted together, thumbs pushing against on another until, seemingly, he told himself to stop. They were so close together, so ramrod straight, that Tristan knew he’d never be able to grab them. But he wanted to.
“Seto?”
The dreamy look old trees passing in his vision, the subtle flicker of acknowledgement as the programs kept executing with absolute precision, made Tristan grimace.
This was entirely his fault. It had been an inane suggestion that they come and see him parents. Go out for the weekend, have dinner, get to know each other. Seto has been forward in his interest, but after that, he was perpetually tilting. Quietly calculating. Humming in curiosity, but saying nothing even as his eyes begged questions that Tristan couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
The car stopped. They sat for one, three, five minutes.
“Seto?” Tristan asked, and he reached over to touch Seto’s hand. They curled up tight, and his chin dropped to his chest. Total shutdown. Rebooting.
Seto’s head rose, but his fists never unclenched. Still, Tristan’s hand settle atop his.
“C’mon, we’re here.”
“I’m aware.”
“Then get out of the car. They’re staring.”
Seto’s eyes closed and his lips pinched. Upset, protocol for upset? Tristan didn’t see upset, didn’t know upset. He knew angry, but not upset.
“I have finish up something first,” Seto said. He pulled his phone from his pocket, but his fingers didn’t move. “Go on. I’ll be in shortly.”
Not upset. Nervous, something like helpless. Which Seto’s protocols were running rampant for. Bristling the skin and draining it of colour. Making his eyes glossy and cheeks twitch. His breath hitched as he looked down to his phone, forcing every movement to be precision perfect.
“It’s gonna be okay. Honestly, I’m kinda freaked out too. First time I brought a boyfriend home. My mom is going all out. She wanted to know if you were vegan or gluten-free or keto or whatever the fad is now. She probably made ham. She likes to make ham for guests.”
Seto exhaled, licked his lips. The phone fell to his lap.
“My Dad will talk to you about sports. It’s football season,” Tristan said, and he looked back his sister sitting on the porch petting a big, yellow dog. “Um…my sister will bring up embarrassing moments. Try not to give her too much ammo.”
A flinch, like a smile, and Seto poked his phone a few times before tucking it into his breast pocket.
“What’s the dog’s name again?” Seto asked.
“Lola.”
“Lola,” Seto repeated knowingly.
Seto slipped out of the car, walking heel-to-toe ahead of Tristan before pausing and falling back to stand beside him instead, holding out his hand in demand it be held.
“My family’s gonna love you. I’m sure of it.”
Nothing was said, but as they approached the house and climbed the steps, Tristan saw something strange. Beneath the weird not helpless, semi-nervous protocol ticking in Seto’s brain, making him clipped, stern but polite in his greetings.
Excitement. It brimmed at his eyes as he drank in every colour, every detail, every feature of the house and family critically, analytically, and stored it for later as he was lead into the living room.
When they sat down, his lips curled so tightly that it didn’t seem like a smile, but it was.
And Tristan breathed a sigh of relief.
For those who weren't aware- my last 3 drabble posts were for @yellowdragonkat / @kaiba-the-grumpy-dragon 's Kinetic Giveaway. There are still 3 days left on that deadline (the 28th) and a small headcannon for Kat & Kaiba will get you 3 extra entries along side your reblogs(2 max) and likes. If you're also moots w Mewtra u should participate.
airplaine pt 2 for @yellowdragonkat
22:00 EET
They were stuck in Greece.
She had been the one responsible for booking their tickets, planning their flight. She had jumped the gun when she saw “Rhodes Airport”as their destination- assumed it was to Rhode Island, USA… That clearly wasn’t the case. Her husband hadn’t bothered questioning her beforehand, as he had trusted her to know what she was doing.
They were stuck in Greece.
Kaiba had a meeting scheduled for the following morning in New York.
They didn’t know anyone in Greece.
Correction- they didn’t know anyone in this section of Greece. If she had at least booked them on the mainland, they’d have somewhere to go. Makrinitsa was closer to Athens than to Rhodes, and even then it was a fair distance to travel.
It was still only 16:00 EST
Kat looked at her husband who was trying to fix her mistake. He wasn’t saying anything and that scared her. She knew the man she had married wasn’t someone to sugarcoat- she knew he was upset about this, and she knew it was her fault. She had been too excited and now they were in Greece.
“No matter what we do- any flight we take would be over 18 hours.. Most are 20.”
She felt her heart sink.
“So you couldn’t make it… no matter what?” She had been so silent for so long, her own words came out too quick and too loud, and they startled her. Kat felt her face heating up around her cheeks and eyes, her ears had been burning for the better half of an hour now. She was so embarrassed. How could he ever trust her again?
She hated this feeling of insecurity, and disappointment in herself. She was usually able to play these feelings off and mask them with confidence, but this was different- it had been so hard to get him to trust her like this and already she was destroying everything. His silence didn’t help at all.
“A flight to Athens would be an hour- and to Germany… no there aren’t any.”
She looked over his shoulder, if she could help in any way she wanted to help.
“I’ll get us tickets to Athens- call Isono and let him know to cancel our arrangements in America.”
He was calm about the situation, and she was thankful for that.
She didn’t know how that would change.
They collected their bags from the claim and re-checked them for their next flight. He didn’t say anything further about the situation, not to her. He was on the phone- speaking in some language she didn’t understand, but assumed must have been Greek- because everyone else around them seemed to be speaking the same.
Of course her husband had to speak every language under the sun. She didn’t know why he had ever bothered to learn. She was pretty sure he had never been to Greece before.
It wasn’t until just before their flight boarded that he finally finished that call, and every moment between then had her on edge. She still didn’t feel like anything had been fixed- in the end he still wouldn’t be in New York on time or at this rate, at all.
He hung up, glanced over to her.
“I had to book last minute, and couldn’t get our seats together. Are you fine to sit alone?” This wasn’t a question, so she didn’t know how she could have answered with a “no”.
“I’m okay..”
He nodded, handed over her ticket. They were in first class and it was doubtful that any of those entitled passengers would want to switch with them for any reason. They could easily switch with economy passengers, but she knew Kaiba would never be able to sit in coach.
They were priority group 1, and quick to board.
It would only be an hour without company, maybe it was for the best. She might start to feel better if she could focus on something else- or so she had thought. Music wasn’t much. She calmed down some- but every time she looked over at him, busy at his laptop, she felt guilty. He would have to work harder just to make up for the work he’d be missing.
She huffed, leaned her face into her palm, this was going to be a very long flight.
00:00 EET
They were landed, their luggage collected. Kaiba had pre-arranged a cab to come pick them up after their flight, but the trip to Makrinitsa would be another 3.5 hours should they take it immediately.
She had assumed they would.
Kaiba spoke again in Greek, and she settled into the back seat for their ride. She had expected him to sit up front with the driver, when he opened the back door on the passenger's side, she wasn’t expecting it.
He sat across from her with no attempts to avoid eye contact.
She stared out the window instead.
Athens in the night time it was gorgeous. She wished they could have been here under different circumstances. She knew they would be leaving in the morning, and it was likely already too late to convince her husband to do anything.
They were dropped off at a beach hotel, it seemed busy even at this hour.
She was content to collapse after she had dropped her bags at the door to their room. She was stressed and wanted to forget about everything.
She noticed, however, that rather than getting ready to shower, Kaiba was dressing up. He had washed his face already, and when he went to the bathroom she had expected him to be showering, but he came out with brushed hair and fresh clothing.
She knew her husband well and it was far past his bedtime.
“What are you doing..?” She hated the thought of it, but she had a suspicion that he intended to have a video conference in place of the meeting they would be missing.
“Going out- get dressed.”
…
He didn’t have to tell her twice. As travel weary as she was, she still had the heart of an adventurer. If now was her only chance to explore the city, she was taking it. Although it was so late, and any street in any country became dangerous at hours like these, she knew how to handle herself and so did Kaiba.
She was suddenly excited.
She nearly fell over in her rush to dig up the nice clothes she had in her suitcase.
If this was a date night, she had to be at least as well dressed as he was- any other night she would happily wear mismatching street apparel next to his designer suits.
He held her hand under the city lights, relaxed and more alright with this than she thought he would have been. He said nothing still, but she could feel a whisper of his heartbeat through the palm of his hand and she knew he wasn’t upset. She was elated.
All that worry was for nothing.
She watched the streets with wide eyes, excited for the new surroundings. She didn’t notice his eyes on her, but she rarely ever did. She wasn’t on her toes with him, didn’t fear letting her guard down, this made it easier for him to admire her without question.
There were many businesses still open, most restaurants or bars, nothing for souvenirs but they could always get something at the airport.
He led her in, off the streets, to a rooftop bar.
The sun had long since set, and they likely wouldn’t be there long enough to see it rise, but they could at least admire the scenery against the night sky.
He ordered for them, he knew what she liked, and she didn’t know the language it wasn’t difficult. He ordered a bottle of wine for their meal.
They sat at the edge of the rooftop and enjoyed their meal together. She didn’t miss her chance to apologise for her mistake, and he forgave her immediately.
“I think this was more important,” he spoke with a subtle smile- one she caught in a moment. She knew every bit of his face, they had been together for so long now, she knew exactly how the wrinkles on his face formed for his smile, exactly which order they appeared in. They were domestic, and she felt sappy. She couldn’t recall the face she had been making before, but she was beaming now.
As they finished their meals, his hand reached across the table to hers, his eyes were focused on the skyline of Athens. She took a sip of her wine and thought of kissing him. Not now, not yet. She knew those eyes, and she knew his mind was somewhere else. She was content to study his already familiar face until he came back.
They sat there in silence, her glass empty, his still filled halfway. The tables around them were loud, music played almost forgotten in the background and Kat felt this moment was peaceful.
He turned back to her, lifted her hand only to kiss the back of it.
Her smile couldn’t grow any larger, so she only leaned in to kiss him. He was glad to accept.
They paid their bill- walked back to their hotel.
Kaiba stopped them short of the lobby, he looked toward the beach, and again to his wife.
5:30 EET
He pulled her toward the sand. The wind was gentle and the tide was calm. He was dressed too well for the water, and that might have stopped him if he was with anyone else. He shrugged his coat off and dumped it into the sand.
She laughed.
“Oh, but wasn’t that designer?”
He shook his head and laughed alongside her.
They took off their shoes, and Kaiba would have liked to say he had the intelligence to roll his pants up, but he didn’t.
The wet fabric clung to his ankles as they kicked up the water. Although he was feeling playful, watching her splash around- he didn’t want to miss his chance to dance with her under the moon and under the sunrise.
It was already early morning.
She turned away from him, bent over to pick up a broken shell. He splashed water at her back, and when she turned around for revenge, he had his arm around her. His other hand was free for her to accept. He wasn’t very good at the tango, but there was no music, and they could set their own pace.
She tried to stop her giggling, only to wind up with a snort.
Kat accepted his offer.
It was difficult for her to keep him from tripping. He was better at the waltz, and he probably should have stuck with it.
They danced.
By the time the sun rose at 6:07 they were both thoroughly soaked through to the bone, laughing and struggling to keep their balance. By 6:11 Kat finally let Kaiba fall for his missteps, only to be dragged along with him. She had let go of him, but he had not let go of her. Her hair had been at least a little dry before this, but not anymore.
She flung both of her arms around his neck, pushed his back into the sand, his head closer to shore. “Thank you for tonight, even if you did ruin my clothes.”
“I’m sorry.., we should get them off of you, shouldn’t we?”
She snorted and splashed water into his face.
“I love you.”
He laughed warmly. “I was about to say the same- I love you.”
kinetic pt2 for @yellowdragonkat
CH2
She was feeling bold- this was nothing new, but it wasn't helping her control her impulses. She has seen the tweet, she knew Kaiba knew of her, and she, through assumption, knew Kaiba would respond to her if she maybe tried to talk to him. What did she have to lose if she tweeted him in response? Nothing.. Maybe some dirt. What did she have to gain? Possibly a connection with him.
Godfather and 7,984 others like your tweet: i like my face on your chest @KSKC_twt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
It blew up instantly, but after the sudden blow up of her account, she wasn’t surprised. She was addressing the issue that had gained her so many new fans, Buzzfeed was probably writing their 13 ½ articles right now.
She got herself up, for breakfast, clearly- but stood still for minutes more refreshing her twitter. His response wasn’t coming as instantly as she wanted.
Slight hiccup, she was still feeling confident in herself.
Even if he didn’t know who she was- he definitely then liked her appearance, so he was attracted to her. Or maybe he was showing support for strong women, but nothing about this said he disliked her. Kaiba didn’t go around with Jou’s face on his tiddies after all… Pecs… On His Pecs. She was going to have to have a talk with her Sunshine after this, she didn’t like those thoughts in her head.
She carried through her day, intermittently checking her feed for a response but finding none. She took from eating, to working out, to eating again, to loafing around on the couch. By this late in the day she had so much pent up manic energy birthed from her dying excitement she needed something to do, but nothing was right.
[TEXT: Sunflower] b over in 10 bring food
[TEXT: Sunflower] we r going live so i can roast u in front of my new 50k
[TEXT: Sunshine] alright damn
Not 15 minutes later, her old friend was strolling through the front door. He didn’t need to knock, he lived here.
“Yo, so.. Exactly how bad you gonna roast me? I have a reputation.” Jounouchi didn’t seem all that concerned, the tone of his voice let more on to amusement than anything.
“I’ll go as easy as you let me,” She grinned in a teasing way. “You should worry about embarrassing yourself.”
Kinetic for @yellowdragonkat
CH1
[TEXT: Sunshine] yo, you seen it? [TEXT: Sunshine] Link [TEXT: Sunshine] wait [TEXT: Sunshine] Image Attached [TEXT: Sunshine] thats you isnt it? [TEXT: Sunshine] on Kaiba
She felt excitement, a light happiness in the pit of her stomach- she felt as though she was flying with every step she took. She felt like an optimist, she felt lucky. Murata Kathleen, The Yellow Dragon, wasn't used to getting what she wanted so easily- but he was right there. It had been a long time since the day she first looked toward this man, a long time since she first wished to meet him- it didn't feel real. Kaiba Seto was there- no, here. A few feet away... She was running on her own confidence, a self-assured fuel she depended on a lot, each step took her closer and yet he still felt so far away. He turned to her, their eyes met for a moment. Her heart curled in on itself, she felt a tightening in her chest. Her excitement turned to dread, a wrecking ball of pain and hatred grew inside her and she knew this wasn't right. She wasn't in control anymore.. All thoughts of optimism were crowded out by fear. She had no control over her feet, her legs, her body. He didn't know- Kaiba wasn't panicked, he didn't know. She was a monster she was going to hurt him, she couldn't stop it. They were right. He greeted her kindly, asked if she was a fan. She was. They were right. Without her consent her arms were pushing him down. They were right. She was begging herself to stop, an internal conflict which Kaiba could not see. She was a monster. They were right. She needed to be sent away. Her hands wrapped around his neck. They were right, she couldn't be trusted, she wasn't normal, he wasn't sane, she didn't deserve to be free. She shouldn't be doing this, she needed to stop, they were right they were right they were right. Her head was a cacophony of screams, begging herself to stop this, she didn't want this. She didn't want to hurt him, she didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want to prove them right. She was scared, she couldn't stop, he couldn't shake her off, her heart was heavy, his face was blue...
[TEXT: Sunshine] kaibas shirt* [TEXT: Sunshine] autocorrect capitalised that shit wout my consent
Kat woke up, her heart pounding, her mind spinning- she was in a panic, but the emotions she brought with her from her dreams didn't last for very long.
She felt nauseous. She took time to balance herself and get her bearings. Jou had texted her a lot, she noticed, thankfully so. She was afraid if he hadn't, she would have had to see the end of that nightmare. [TEXT: Sunflower] X) good morning She scrolled up to his previous texts, she had wanted to let him know she was here, and he could stop drowning her in notifications now. Somehow, even with the overhanging dread, she felt her heart soar when she saw what Jounouchi had sent her. Kaiba was wearing one of her shirts, she was familiar with the design. Fanart of her dressed athletically, the haircut was an older one, but the scars were a clear giveaway to who it was meant to be. It was subtle, there wasn't anything which gave her identity, no name, no “Dragon Warrior", just her face. She couldn't believe it. Kaiba knew who she was- or could have. He knew her as a duelist (?) and liked her enough to get her face on a shirt? It wasn't strange to find a man who respects you as a professional attractive, and while he had been very appealing before, she wanted to jump his bones now.. jumping his bone would also work. [TEXT: Sunflower] i came untouched [TEXT: Sunshine] im going to ignore that [TEXT: Sunshine] i guess i can overlook that i hate him [TEXT: Sunshine] but only because he was confident enough to put your face on his tiddies before meeting you [TEXT: Sunflower] *pecs [TEXT: Sunshine] anyway since hes already motorboating you on his t i d d i e s ill give him a chance [TEXT: Sunshine] for you [TEXT: Sunflower] XD thank you
