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Introducing the lovely @bakawitch who will be contributing art to the "Like a Bruise" Tendershipping zine.
"I'm Baka, a hobby artist with a special interest in Yu-Gi-Oh! and more specifically the Bakurae.
Tendershipping was the first ship from the series that I got really into and it still has a choke hold on me. Wanting to create fanart for them was actually the main reason I started drawing.
This is my first time contributing to a zine, and I'm really excited to see how it'll turn out!"
How about Red, Indigo and 7 for the mystery Halloween prompt thing? 😁
So the results you pulled were TKB and Ryou!
As for the prompt...
So...I started writing this using the Returned AU and well...it mutated into something. Unfortunately there is another Returned addition that was also inspired a bit by an older prompt (that I completely forgot about until this turned into another addition), and I want to finish that one and post it before this one on AO3 (I want to be able to mark Returned as part of a series and post each part in order, if that makes sense?).
I won't leave you empy-handed though! I have the first 156 words that I can share without spoiling anything below the cut!
TK continued to lazily flick through channels as Ryou walked through the door after a long day of work.
"How was your day?" he asked casually.
"Fine. I may or may not have met a ghost." Ryou replied.
TK didn’t have to turn his head to know that his partner was smiling at the idea.
“You didn’t bring it home, right?” he asked jokingly.
No answer.
TK immediately turned and faced Ryou.
“Ry, you didn’t bring it home…right??” he asked again, this time more insistent on an answer.
Ryou’s eyes shifted around nervously, avoiding eye contact.
“For fucks sake, Ry! Didn’t you learn your lesson with the last spirit you let possess you?!” TK asked in disbelief.
Ryou immediately glared at him with a scowl.
“Seeing as I’m now dating the last spirit that possessed me, what do you think?”
TK immediately sank back into the sofa in defeat, a palm across his face in exasperation.
So does everyone know that Exodia can detach his limbs even in human form or...?
Between the lot of them here, most of the duel monsters don’t share their abilities in human or any of their forms. They have to be careful around normal humans anyway and its sorta basic knowledge for them, so they don’t think to share or don’t want to.
(Plus Zorc’s the only one who's actually powerless since he’s the only one who's actually on punishment.)
Or in Exodia’s case, he’s waiting for others too accidentally pull off one of his limbs and freak out. Though he does have to be careful because he took his leg off at the park once and then had to convince these girls it was a fake leg because they were freaking out.
For the gift thing, how about something casteshipping with eggnog for a prompt?
I was going to wait another week before posting any of my Holiday Prompts, but this one has been done for a few weeks now, so I'm throwing it out into the wild.
This ended up as an Office Party AU. Enjoy!
Atem sipped the hot cocoa in his hands, subtly listening to the conversations being carried on by the people around him and eyeing others as they celebrated the holiday festivities. He was glad to see that everyone was enjoying the party he’d set up for them.
Most of the people that attended these things worked in one of the offices or cubicles of the building, so seeing one of the janitorial staff was a bit surprising. Though, given who this particular janitor was…he shouldn’t have been.
He’d seen the white haired man a few times, and had even spoken to him on occasion. The man made it clear how he felt about the higher-ups, apparently not realizing Atem’s role in the company.
He had to admit, he liked how refreshing it was to have someone that was straightforward and honest with him, instead of kissing ass in an attempt to get into his good graces. He’d thought about revealing his position to the janitor a few times, but decided to wait until the right opportunity presented itself.
Right now, the man was getting a lot of annoyed glares. The fact that he kept walking up to everyone and slinging an arm around peoples shoulders like they were all close friends probably didn’t help.
Every group he approached treated him the same: Shrugging off the arm, rolling their eyes (sometimes with an arrogant scoff), and the group walking away to be somewhere else. He didn’t seem to be too put out though, as he’d just shrug and move onto the next group.
After massively failing to be included with any of the groups, the man finally made his way over to where Atem had been casually observing the room.
“What a snore-fest,” the man commented as he leaned on the wall and turned a scar-stitched eye towards him. “I always hear how wild these things can get. I have to say, I feel really let down.”
This prompted a smile and a small laugh out of Atem. “I suppose their boss being in the room keeps them on their best behavior.”
“Pffft, who cares,” the man said dismissively. “You can’t tell me he set out alcoholic eggnog with the expectations of his underlings being on their best behavior. No, this man wanted to see them loosen up.”
Atem glanced at the cup in the man’s hand. “I see you had no problem giving it a taste-test.”
The man took a large drink from the cup, making it obvious he enjoyed it.
“Best I’ve tasted. My guess is this shit is made from scratch with some top shelf booze. None of that cheap store-bought crap spiked with something just as cheap. Honestly…” He motioned towards everyone else in the room. “...those stuck-up assholes don’t know what they’re missing out on.”
Atem peaked a curious brow. “It’s that good?”
“Fuck yeah,” the man said casually. “Here, you should try some,” he said while holding the cup out towards Atem.
Atem took the cup from him, then gave him a sly glance. “Before I go drinking out of the same cup as you, can I get a name? You seem to have a bad habit of keeping your badge hidden when working.”
The man chuckled. “That’s because it keeps getting caught on everything when I’m cleaning up after these slobs…not that they care to know the name of the person that has to plunge the toilets after them. Seriously, that guy over there, he should lay off on Mexican food. I’m this close to calling a bomb squad each time I see him walk into the mens room.”
Atem couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that remark, and the man joined him, earning them quite a few stares.
“The name’s Bakhure,” the man stated once both he and Atem had subsided from their laughter.
“Well, Bakhure,” Atem said while raising the glass in his hand. “It’s nice to know that you enjoy my personal recipe.” He took a swallow and handed it back to Bakhure, who seemed to be suddenly piecing things together.
“Oh shit…you’re the boss…like…the Big Boss…”
“Hmm, I don’t know if I like ‘Big Boss’,” Atem said while pretending to think. “I think ‘Corporate Asshole who doesn’t have a clue what it’s like having to come to work sick because they can’t afford the day off’ was much more creative. Sadly, no one has been able to tell me if the ‘lowly peons’ like being able to accrue paid sick leave regardless if they are part or full time.”
Atem waited to see Bakhure’s reaction, feeling amused as it was obvious that more things were beginning to fall into place for the man.
“Okay…I gotta admit, that was a real breath of fresh air. We don’t spread whatever one of us has through the ranks now, because we can actually stay home and rest instead of coming in with a fever.”
He looked warily at Atem. “How come you never told me you were the one running things?”
Atem quietly laughed. “And ruin the opportunity to hear an honest review about myself and how I’m running things? Why would I have wanted to do that?”
“Okay, let me rephrase the question. Why tell me now?” Bakhure asked earnestly.
Atem sighed, keeping a pleasant smile on his face. “Because I’ve been curious for a while now as to whether you genuinely didn’t know, or if you just didn’t care who I was. I’ve also been curious if you’d be like everyone else and just start backpedaling and trying to kiss ass.”
Bakhure snorted. “I only kiss ass in the bedroom…and occasionally bite.”
Atem gave him a curious glance. “How much eggnog have you had?”
Bakhure grinned. “Not nearly enough.”
“So…does that mean…?” Atem asked, giving Bakhura a knowing look.
“Depends. Will sleeping with the boss get me a raise?”
Atem laughed again. “I was planning on giving you one anyways…but it would mean having to take on a new position.”
Bakhure gave him a playful look. “I like new positions.”
“I meant within the company,” Atem clarified, trying to keep his face from betraying his other thoughts to the rest of the room.
Bakhure’s playful look turned to disappointment. “Oh…”
“Though,” Atem began, his voice low and seductive, hoping no one would overhear what he said next. “If you wanted, we could go up to my office and ‘discuss’ the new position in more detail. Maybe grab some more eggnog on our way out? I’m certain you are more than qualified for multiple ‘positions’.”
Bakhure raised his cup in a toast to the air before downing the rest, licking his lips after.
“I assure you, I am very qualified…and I won’t leave you disappointed.”
Atem gestured for Bakhure to take his leave first, both stopping by the bowl of eggnog before heading towards the room’s exit.
