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seto kaiba ;; indeprndant + selective ;; written by emma

[setocorp-blog]

COUGHS MILLENNIUM EYE UP ONTO HIS DESK

             i hope you cleaned any last Ppegasus off of that before you brought it in here. this is a strict pegasus free zone.

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toonwielded:

@setocorp II Starter Call 

Pegasus was not unduly worried. Other businessmen would readily tremble once informed that Seto Kaiba was in their midst, but Pegasus remained without a care for that fact. In fact, he didn’t pause to look up from his comic book, which he had been previously engrossed with. He heard Kaiba swing the door open, undoubtedly in a dour mood, and the clacks of his elegant shoes spoke of rapid footsteps, approaching him. 

And yet, Pegasus had the gall to avoid eye contact. Rather, he was amused. He laughed before Kaiba even had a chance to open his mouth. Then, he kept laughing, because this situation was incredibly funny to him; to any onlooker, and certainly Kaiba himself, the cause for laughter was scarcely apparent. 

“ Oh, I’m so very sorry! Did I offend you, Kaiba-boy? ”

“It’s just that …. ahahahaha! I don’t even need to turn around, do I? I can already picture that scowl on your face! You really ought to lighten up, you know. If not for your own sake, at least do it to stop how predictable you’re getting …”

          if there was one thing seto kaiba hated, it was idiots. and if there was one word he would use to decribe pegasus, it was idiot. his laugh was like a knife grating against ceramic. any time he was required to spend in the man’s presence was a new and unique form of torture and yet it was so often he was required to. sharing the market in gaming almost exclusively between the two of them was a challenge he should have calculated more thoroughly when he made the change in kaiba corperation.

          usually he struck fear into hearts when he walked into the room, and yet pegasus opened his mouth with that horrible, awful laugh. and called him boy yet again. he felt his eyebrow twitch when asked if he was offended by the monkey screech coming out of his mouth.

           “and i can picture the vacant look on yours. i didn’t come for you lackluster advice on being personable.” he crossed his arms tighter across his chest, containing the urge to slam his head into a desk for being so irritating.

           “i came to hear this business proposition that was so important, you refused to so much as send it in an email. my preferred method of contact with you.” his preferred method involved no contact at all, but the elimination of his voice helped. the only issue was, pegasus was a good business man. and an enemy he couldn’t topple at the moment.

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hydraism:

〘 △ 〙▹ ❝ And what matters the most is defeating HIM, isn’t it? ❞ HELLBENT was the most appropriate term he would use to describe the obsession of a bruised ego. Failure was man’s greatest motivator. How mortals thrived by clambering over defeat, making feeble efforts to overcome every misstep swept beneath their feet. But they were all POWERLESS, in the end. The threads of a much darker demise would leave no neck unhung — that is, as long as every domino fell into place.

He never put much effort into mimicking his host’s demeanor, only wasting the energy when it suited him best. Now, however, wasn’t one of those times he needed to. The spirit wasn’t hiding, not from someone who hardly recognized either face that held control over this body. His damnable curiosity would very well be the end of him, if he couldn’t help but poke his nose into the CEO’s business with the slab. Of course, Bakura knew nothing of what the other felt when looking upon carved stone. It was long after his time, he’s sure. The only evidence of him now was the Ring he resided within.

          ❝ You can’t disagree that the Pharaoh portrayed resembles him. And who would be best to fill the shoes of his rival, hm…? Certainly not me. ❞ Comes the admittance, tones low and trickling with venomous honey. He had no intentions of truly changing the way the other thought, but the attempts at making him think more were worth being made. Nevertheless, the way Kaiba stood beside him was all too TEMPTING… Ohh! How RIGID! There was no way he would strike fear into him so easily.

❝ Perhaps you ought to open your mind to the feelings art might stir up within you. A soul is nothing but energy, after all. A form of everlasting fuel, if you will! That should be something you understand well. ❞

            seto narrowed his eyes, squinting at this man as though he could determine something from him that was invisible to the naked eye. such as why this was his business. seto turned away from bakura again, examining the stone tablet again. this is a near identical image of the person he dueled. one he studied. half of strategy was knowing your enemy. usually that amounted to knowing that he was better than them, steamrolling them with his own power. but yugi, when he dueled, was like another man entirely. impossible to know his strategy when he dueled so differently than he was. no matter how seto watched him, he was always different in battle.

           “don’t assume to know my mind.” he gripped his wrist tighter, scowling again, his face was tense and he could feel the strain in his eyes from a long day of scowling now topped off with more scowling. it was a miracle he didn’t have wrinkles already. “i have more pressing concerns in my daily life than that of yugi motou and a stone tablet with a bad hairdo. these are all coincidences, mere accidents of nature.” if there was anything he knew for certain. it was that yugi motou was not an important person.

           “i hardly call this art.” death was something seto was all too familiar with. his life really began when his own parents died. then the death of gozaboro. then the deaths he caused himself in pursuit of a perfect deck, one of the few things in life that made him happy. the sudden shift in his nature after his unexpected illness. through it all, he was not sure he could say for certain a soul existed. a person was their mind. the thoughts inhabited there. the memories. “and a soul is a fairy tale.”

[toonwielded-blog]

Hey, there’s a new Pegasus rper on the block! I’m new to the fandom, so can you give this a like or reblog if you’re interested in interacting with an indie Pegasus from Yu-Gi-Oh? 

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pharaoes

PLAY AGAINST HIM. An invitation he’d heard often, yet this one lacked malice or the former obsession. It lacked the overzealous passion. It lacked drive. Knowing that he was watching, he stepped forward until he took his seat. His eyes became fixated on the technological miracles Seto placed forth. It may have been old news by now, but he would always, ALWAYS be amazed that he found a way to bring games to life. ‘Yugi’ had long since suppressed his magic, leaving it up to Seto to bring a different sort of life to games. It was unexpected of him, something he hadn’t quite anticipated.

“ …Chess is more of your forte, Seto. Refresh me while we play.” 

One leg crossed over the other, he found himself relaxing into his seat. He could find it easier to relax, especially since there were no high stakes involved. It was… nice, he thinks. Though, peace doesn’t last forever. They’re both bound to butt heads sooner or later, that’s just the sort of people they are: constantly at odds until one comes out on top. They were rivals - but that doesn’t mean there couldn’t be a moment of camaraderie between them, right? Yet he leaned forward and examined what they would be using for their game. How exciting, he thinks - Seto was unbelievably modern and never ceased to push towards the future. That alone was inspiring enough.

            seto did not take games lightly. for so long, they were the joy in his life, collecting cards, finding new strategies, the thrill of a victory and the joy of teaching mokuba new games and seeing him take to them and find his own passions. a moment where reality could be put on hold for the sake of another kind of life when his life felt too hard to bear. and it carried with him well into adulthood, that passion for creating an experience where reality could be put on hold for the sake of a game, and the thrill of competition could be heightened.

            “the king of games unsure, how unusual.” seto was droll as he spoke, waving a hand across the field for pieces to appear, a platform above appearing as well. “consider this a more advanced kind of chess. rarely in combat does one army not have some kind of high ground, and rarely do two armies meet and find themselves at a complete stalemate. by adding another layer, i created a more comprehensive kind of strategy.”

              in all honesty, he played chess so rarely. it left... a sour taste in his mouth. memories he wasn’t as proud of as he used to be. probably why he was having trouble hammering out the rules, this was his personal project, something he didn’t intend to take into work until it was perfect. “i move first. i can only move a piece to the higher field if it will be above a piece occupying the same space on the base field. i can bring the piece down at any time but it must move directly down.”

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hydraism:

〘 △ 〙▹ CRUEL AS EVER, not that he had expected any less from KAIBA of all people. Unlike his dear, softhearted host, Bakura wasn’t here to make friends; and he very well knew the indifference was mutual. If anything, he was almost relieved to find the other here. To him, it meant that the discovery of the slab did stir something within him. After all, Seto Kaiba had a role to play in HIS game. It was all a matter of the right time and place to give him his piece, in the end.

          ❝ Oh? Here I thought nothing went on in Domino that you didn’t know about. ❞ A blatant taunt. The spirit was aware of his importance to the CEO, finding him to be less of a threat in spite of the power he held within the city. He could hide in plain sight, and nothing he did would ring any alarm. If anything, Kaiba’s position was something to take advantage of, when the opportunity presented itself.

❝ Allow me to disturb your peace, then. Trivial as that rock dweller’s tale might be, you can’t deny the uncanny similarities. Does your sense of self not send an itching sensation through the back of your mind? ❞ DESTINY was a motivator, even to the most skeptical man. It could be followed and crushed, all by the slightest step in, or out of line. 

           taunted. by this fool. seto sneered down at him, refusing to be reduced. “i only concern myself with the things that matter.” to seto, he did not matter. he was a piece of a gaggle who followed the true prize pony, yugi moto. a poor duelist, bad hair, and a dizzy disposition. this kind of insult slinging wasn’t in the nature he had seen himself of bakura. though, his memory was not always... reliable. after his sudden disease, he could swear he saw things which could not be real, and heard things which were not there. not fantastical illusions per say, but memories that seemed ridiculous when looking back at them. perhaps he had... remembered the nature of bakura differently when he was slotted into the grating personalities of yugi’s horrible friends.

           his gaze sliced over to bakura. how could he know the feeling that plagued seto when he stood in this exhibit? for a brief moment, he could swear it was akin to every conversation he had with pegasus, another horrible person to hold a conversation with. it made his skin crawl. he clenched one hand into a fist and brought it behind his back, grabbing tight onto his wrist with the other hand. it served the dual purpose of making him look broader and more intimidating, and also containing the outward display that bakura was hitting the nail on the head. at least he thought so.

           “men have been tall for centuries. and realism was no skill of the ancient egyptians. any sensation of familiarity is imagined. and i have no idea why any similarity is of any concern to you.” seto kaiba had the uncanny ability to dig in his heels about absolutely anything he desired until he had quite literally crushed that which he contradicted under his boot.

[setocorp-blog]

CREATE A DRAGON BASED ON YOUR MUSE !!

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capuking:

KAIBBAGE 2.0:

“I’m gonna SHOVE that hobo looking mop of yours under a REALLY nice boulder…”

          ❝ AT LEAST I DON’T HAVE A MORE MESSED UP DYE JOB THAN YUGI! ❞

           “children, don’t say foolish things. NO ONE has a more messed up dye job than yugi.”

[pharaoes-deactivated20190416]

let’s put the con back in consequence, WE’RE JUST A COUPLE OF YOUNG, LOVESICK IDIOTS. but at least we have eachother’s backs. so hey, let’s throw away our worries for one night and cry about our lost loves and get over it. we’re the puzzle pieces that don’t fit together, but that’s alright.

 @pharaoes &  @tsuiterujou as written by apollo & luna! personals do not reblog.

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hydraism:

〘 △ 〙▹ IN SPITE of KaibaCorp’s outstanding technology ( thanks to the bright mind of their prodigal CEO ), it seems that a certain exhibit has caught itself a sharp pair of blue eyes. It’s something the spirit had taken notice of, after that Tomb Keeper woman first presented its most vital pieces. Of course, Bakura had been lingering in the museum more frequently as well. To him, it was a vague refresher — a chance to peer into the endless efforts of keeping tumultuous powers secure, even after his demise. 

His own memory had been hacked into chunks, mere flashes and obscure clues as to who he was in another life. Seto Kaiba was a pawn unwilling to play, however. Dismissing the clear centuries of fated rivalry, let alone the history that follows in his footsteps, as no more than a HOAX. Tales of magic that are simply shrugged off, when they have no place or concern in this time.

          ❝ I take it scanning the image over alone wasn’t enough. ❞ He sneers, voice creeping between exhibits as he makes his way to the other’s side. Arms folded over his chest, he offers no more than a cant of his head, a challenging glint reflected in oxblood hues.

❝ You’re not the kind to make frequent visits to a museum. Did that Tomb Keeper woman get under your skin, Kaiba? ❞

⧨—⦃ @setocorp ⦄— ⧩

            the museum was near empty, the perfect time to come, though he’d never actually seen the museum busy. it wasn’t something seto had considered until just now, as he glanced left and right to secure his own solitude and examine the large slab of stone in front of him. so strange in so many ways. whatever it was he had... seen or felt when he first saw it with that woman, he couldn’t replicate the sensation on his own. yet he still could not deny the... similar physique captured by whatever artist created this stone tablet. not only his own, but the many different figures and symbols.

            seto kaiba did not believe in fate, or in fantasy. yet there was something tied up in both of those things with this exhibit that made his brain tickle in an uncomfortable way, one which he would prefer to ignore. but then again, when did seto kaiba get an itch he did not want to scratch until he understood why it started, and a solution to prevent it ever happening again.

             his skin crawled at the voice of another human-- not who the voice belonged to but just because other people always did that to him. it was actually looking at the source of the sound that made him roll his eyes so violently they might fall out of his head. “please, her little story was pointless and trivial. i didn’t get to see the exhibit in peace.” a thin excuse, even for him.

              “i wasn’t aware you left the house without yugi, the mutt, and the rest of their idiot crew.”

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@shiiroryu || cont x       

          seto reaches up, unsure if his instinct is to protect one of his sets, or to truly reach the box for her. his eyes are drawn from the dark wood to her face, pale and lovely. she stood out among the decorations of the room, the stained wood, the heavy curtains, the dim light and the dark carpets, she was all pale blues and white, like lit glass. but her skin was so warm when his fingertips brushed against the back of her hand, and he retracted it quickly.

            “i wasn’t implying that.” maybe he was. but again, maybe he was just trying to keep his secrets where they belonged. hidden in ornate wooden boxes on shelves in rooms he usually allowed no one to enter. she had a way of breezing past what it is he kept around him for walls and entering into his space like she belonged there. in some ways it was so obvious she did. in other ways, like in this room, where she stood out like a pillar of holy light, she was foreign. “i am fully aware of your capabilities.”

            he watched her fingers, handling each piece. metal. the first edition of the set, the molds were made out of these pieces. heavy but not too heavy. “on the corners. it goes on the far corners.”

            seto sat down across from her at the table, gingerly picking up his own pieces and setting them where they belonged, turning each one so it faced properly forward. “i take it you don’t play often. should i review the rules for you, or simply correct you?” his intention wasn’t to be condescending or cruel, but to ask her in which way he should be rude. now or later. it was easier than trying not to be a know it all at all.

[setocorp-blog]

Seto Kaiba was an individual hard to please. Yugi knew that best. However, today was a day where the type of chocolates sent REALLY mattered... despite that, Yugi didn't want to send him obligatory chocolates. However, he didn't want to send the wrong message either - so what is he to do, in a situation like that? -- The answer comes to him in the form of baked cookies, cut into the shape of crowns with a letter. 'You're top tier, in my eyes. '

            yugi surely knew that if there was one thing in which seto kaiba was not skilled, it was emotions. and it was also that the specific emotions surrounding his vague and enormous relationship with yugi himself, and the man who was his rival, the one who was nearly yugi but not quite, were twice as confusing and twisted up as the normal kind of emotions he had to deal with.

             seto leaving him a single chocolate... he wasn’t sure if it was an extension of an olive branch, or some kind of attempt at something he wasn’t even sure he really wanted. it was an impulse and as much as he wished he was not an impulsive man, there was the odd occasion where he wanted to do something and he acted before his logic could overcome the urge. his mouth twisted up as he picked up the small platter. it made him feel something in his chest that he couldn’t discern between sadness and happiness, but not quite melancholy either. 

               he lifted up one of the confections and tucked the letter into his jacket pocket. no one needed to know if he kept it longer than he would any other card. they were dry, and could use something to drink with them.

[setocorp-blog]

“Are you jealous?~”

            “what could i possible have to be jealous of?” seto’s voice was low and he pretended he didn’t see her face as he tapped on his phone. the magazine rack was always full of ridiculous scandals. one such was the accusation last week that he was actually a russian spy, for some god forsaken reason. jump out of one window and suddenly he’s branded for life.

              “one photograph of you and a buffoon with a sword doesn’t mean anything on that tabloid trash, unless you are actually planning on having his first born child as the headline suggests?”

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Jealous Lovers Sentence Starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Who was that?”

“I don’t like the way he/she/they look/s at you.”

“How could I make you jealous? I melt whenever you say my name.”

“Hi! I’m ___’s girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. Ever heard of me?”

“So what if I’m jealous?”

“You are spending WAY too much time with that guy/girl/person.”

“How come you never do that with me?”

“Hey. You’re mine.” / “Don’t worry. I’m yours.”

“I’m going to kick his/her/their ass! No one can touch you like that except for me.”

“I heard you and ___ had lunch.”

“Are you jealous?~”

“Can I just give you another hickey?” / “Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?”

“I can’t have these people all over you.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about him/her/them, we’re just friends.”

“Don’t you trust me?” / “You’re not the one I don’t trust…”

“I know that you love me, but your jealousy is getting out of hand.”

“You don’t own me…except when you make that face.”

“I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?”

“Who are you texting? I thought I just saw a heart emoji.”

“Why is your ass so amazing? Everyone is staring at it and I hate it.”

“Hey, pal. His/her/their eyes are up there.”

“I don’t know what that was about, but I love seeing you all riled up.”

“This is outrageous. I demand more attention.”

“Oh you and ___ went there? That’s where we went on our first date.”

“You’re with ME now.”

“What is/are he/she/they doing here?”

[setocorp-blog]

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          “bad pharoh hologram. bad. great, more programming error to work out. this is why you never trust an idiot team of monkeys to do the job of one kaiba. i’m going to have to take mokuba out to ice cream to get him to fix this one-- pharoh hologram, stop turning on the strobe light.”

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       even if i’m no longer 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓶𝓮 there’s still a part that lives inside my Ⓗ Ⓔ Ⓐ Ⓡ Ⓣ                      that 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼 to be         by your side until you reach the end;          NO MATTER WHAT I AM BY THEN,       𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭.

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