#eliteshipping

[scyzoa]

Hbd to the worst people u know !!! these girls are crazy!!!! Some older stuff too

[janestvalentine]

You wonder if Fubuki ever tried to convince Ryo and Fujiwara to form a boy band with him? 🤣

[nero-the-dumbass]

Who are these people

someone get then out of my living room

[olddirtybadfic]

yugioh pirate au

Yugi and Kaiba are opposing ship captains. Kaiba's first mate (in more ways than one) is Bandit Keith. Mokuba somehow ended up in Yugi's crew and has decided he needs to "rescue" his brother, who has gone to the dark side. Somewhere in here, Yugi starts to fall for Kaiba.

There is a battle for Kaiba's soul....and his pants

[krakenshaped]

Esim commission for @scyzoa !!! Thank you so much for commissioning me again!! It's always a pleasure to draw these three for the ceo of RyoFujiFubu 🙏

[insomnia-arts]

@gxmonth Day 16, Prompt: Trap! 

It’s meme time, and since my last “draw the squad” type picture went over so well, here’s another featuring all three of the Obelisk Elites! The original base I used is by @mapleleauf and I thought it suited them perfectly! I love the chaotic vibe from Fujiwara, the pure Himbo energy from Fubuki, and the “why do I have the only functioning brain cell” look from Ryo

Also to go along with it is a more traditional meme I made for a groupchat I’m in 😅

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] In Memory

"When's he going to disappear?"

"Are you sure he didn't do anything to them?  I mean, it's - not impossible, is it?"

"They were his friends, weren't they?" 

"That doesn't mean anything.  They're both gone. And he's still here."

"I heard they found blood where Fujiwara was."

Ryou turned a page in his book and did his very best to ignore all the whispers that raced around the room.  He knew he wasn't doing a very good job of it.  But he was quite skilled at focusing on what was in front of him so that gave him something else to think about.  He'd already hashed over everything to do with the disappearance of his two best friends as much as he could.  He and Principal Samejima had carefully reviewed everything to do with Fubuki's recent vanishing and came to the conclusion that there wasn't anything that Ryou could have done differently.

So now he was alone.  There were other students who he associated with on occasion, but none of them were even close to being as close to him as Fubuki and Yuusuke were - had been. 

Alone.  He tried not to think too hard about that or about the other whispers that flew around the room.  No one wanted to get his attention. They just talked about it where he could hear it.  He ignored it all, or at least didn't respond to it.  What else could he do?  He knew he hadn't had anything to do with either of their disappearances. Yuusuke got too involved in whatever strange studies he'd been in.  Fubuki had just vanished.  There one moment and gone the next. 

No matter how people chattered and whispered among one another, as far as Ryou was concerned, it was too quiet. Yuusuke had never made much noise, but Ryou had always been aware that he was there.  Fubuki certainly made more than enough noise for the other two of them combined.  Not having him there made it seem as if a hole had been cut out of the world.

The clock bonged a deep, resonant noise, and Ryou at once got up, tucking his book away.  The other students quickly shut up and backed off, no one getting anywhere near him.  He'd expected that.  They'd been like that ever since word of Fubuki's disappearance spread throughout the school.   They would talk wherever he went, but not a single person dared to approach him.  He almost wished they would, just to clear the air.

He made his way to his room - his new room.  Everyone who had still been in the Obelisk Blue elite dorm had been relocated to the main Obelisk building.  This room didn't feel anything like his old one.  That one had had the marks of all the times he and Yuusuke and Fubuki had spent in it.  This one was flawlessly kept, not a scratch or scrape or personal item out of place.  Everything was where he'd left it.  It would always be where he left it.

Ryou settled down into his chair on the balcony.  The sun had long since set and now stars sprinkled the skies overhead.  It was the new moon; it would be very dark except for the starlight.

Fubuki said Yuusuke talked about darkness.  Is this what he wanted?  Ryou got up and headed over to the small area set up as a miniature kitchen.  Not much could be made here; it was mostly for hot drinks and the occasional snack.  He made tea, and stared down at it for a few moments as it dawned on him he'd poured out three cups without even thinking about it. 

He missed them.  He had no idea of where they were or if they were even still alive.  He wanted to believe that they were, that he would see them again one of these days.  He had no idea of when or how - it could take years.  It probably would. 

Ryou took the three cups over to the table outside and carefully doctored each one until they were just the way he, Yuusuke, and Fubuki liked them.  He picked up Yuusuke's cup and sipped at it.

Fujiwara Yuusuke.  One of the few who'd ever given him a true challenge in a duel.  He might not ever have that again.  They'd enjoyed several games of shogi against one another - and Yuusuke usually won those, though Ryou had a few victories under his belt as well.  They'd taken pictures together.  Ryou still had copies of those - though he knew that Yuusuke's copies had been destroyed.  He glanced to the nightstand beside his bed, where the picture of himself, Yuusuke, and Fubuki rested in a silver frame.  Yuusuke, Ryou thought, would become a researcher, perhaps help Industrial Illusions when it came to developing new cards.

When he finished the tea, he set the cup down, then picked up the next one.

Tenjoin Fubuki.  The tea gave him the feeling of the sea, of laughter and daring, of teasing and steadfast support.  Fubuki hid how good he really was at dueling.  He probably wouldn't have become a Pro Duelist, but he would support Yuusuke and Ryou no matter what they did, assuring them that each of them was an achiever in their own way.  And he would probably encourage them in their romantic lives, no matter what.

Not that Ryou had ever considered a romantic life.  He had the two people he cared about the most and he had his deck.  He'd never thought he'd need anything else.

With that cup done, he sampled his own at last.  He would become a Pro Duelist.  He would be the Champion one day.  He couldn't think of anything that would deter him from this.  Even without the other two there.  Perhaps that could even - somewhat - help.  He would focus on his studies.  Focus on his dueling.  It would give him something to do, which he knew he needed.

There had been a tradition for the past few years, that the most talented duelist be referred to as the Kaiser.  While there wasn't anything official about it, rumor had been that Yuusuke would be the one so named.  But now Ryou alone stood a chance at it.

Then that's what I'll be, he determined. No matter what happened, he would live his life to remember those he'd lost.  He loved dueling but he loved those two as well.  He would not forget - no matter what.

The End

Notes: It is implied that Yuusuke was capable of defeating Ryou. So perhaps he might have been the Kaiser if things had been diferent.

[benetnash]

prompt: kinkshame kaiser

me: kinksupport kaiser and vanillashame fubuki