This is a compilation of random ass shippings that I couldn't think of whole stories for. Get ready for some serious just... Crazy ass shit.
Eyeshipping (Yami no Bakura x Pegasus)
I... I didn't know this was a real shipping... FUCK IT! I said I'd do weird ships!
"Come now," Bakura purred into the silver-haired man's ear, even going so far as to brush it back. Leaning forward, Bakura pushed his knees outwards, allowing his thighs to slide along Pegasus's own.
"I just want that," Bakura muttered, lips lowering themselves to leave velvety soft kisses along the golden rim of the Eye. Pegasus grumbled something, and was clearly against this idea. Bakura grumbled something angrily, and began threading his fingers through the man's hair, clearly resisting the urge to rip it from his skull.
"Leave, now, Ryou-boy," Pegasus commanded. "I've realized now that you can not ease the broken feelings for my Cecelia." The red-clad man stood up, Bakura falling from his lap to land ungracefully upon the floor.
He felt a bubble of anger rise up inside of him. How dare Pegasus! How dare that stupid, pompous man agree that if Bakura put on a show for him, then he would be delivered the Eye, just to take back his word!
Letting out a viscious snarl, Bakura rushed forward, grasping Pegasus's broad shoulder. The flamboyant man let out a surprised cry, that was short lived as Bakura's hand plunged towards his face, nails digging deep into the skin as he ripped apart chunks of flesh, sending blood splattering across the walls.
Cackling maniacly, Bakura delved deeper, fingernails ripping themselves from their point deep in his skin as he continued on. Ripping backwards, he finally reached the end of the Eye's cavity, and could feel the moist wetness of the coils of brain residing within Pegasu's skull.
Grinning, Bakura lowered his lips to where Pegasus's golden eye used to live. His tongue slithered from between his lips, and he lapped greedily at the blood still pooling in the hole. Smirking visciously, he kicked Pegasus's corpse away from him, and strode out of the room, whistling happy.
One Millennium Item down...
Evilshipping (Yami no Marik x Yami no Bakura x Rebecca)
When in doubt, just pedophilate things.
"You Mr Kitty," the little blonde girl commanded, grasping a pale hand that she continued to lead him over to a chair, "are going to sit right here!" Bakura made as if to argue, but one look at the villainous teddy bear sitting across from him made him halt in his tracks.
The blonde, pig-tailed girl before them, Rebecca Hawkins, was an annoying little twit at the least. However, Bakura and Mariku were here, not for the girl, but for the little teddy bear she kept constantly at her side, dubbing him Teddy.
Teddy was sitting there in his pink chair, looking absoulutly harmless. Bakura knew better, however, and could feel the evil practically oozing from Teddy' stuffing. Bakura would've just rathered to come in, knock out the girl, and take her Teddy. Mariku had wanted to use the chainsaw, but Bakura had denied him such pleasures.
Both of their plans had proven futile so far, however, seeing as the little girl was apparently not to be harmed. It seemed that everytime either of them made even the slightest of movements towards her, that the little black button eyes gleamed brightly, and it was just automatically known that Teddy was watching.
Bakura was now just waiting for him to speak.
"You, Mr. Porcupine," Rebecca's voice grated across Bakura's ears, and he watched the little girl lead Mariku over to the table as well. The great, hulking yami certainly looked odd as he crouched resentfully upon a tiny, plastic chair.
"Mr. Porcupine," Bakura mocked.
"Shut your dirty whore mouth, pussy," Mariku growled loudly, clearly not happy with the way things currently were.
Bakura didn't mind, however. He was irritated, yes, but he could handle this. As long as he could get that Teddy...
"So Rebecca," Bakura purred, lips pulling up into what could've appeared to be a genuine smile, if not for the dangerous glint in his eyes. Rebecca paused and cocked her head at him, before giving an impatient sniff. She began messing around with empty kettles and tea-cups, all the while pissing Mariku off even more.
"So Rebecca," Bakura tried once more, giving a little more force to his voice, "we would like to have your Teddy." He expected screaming, crying, temper tantrums, along with the cacophony of the stomping of feet. What he did not expect, however, was for Rebecca to set down her little tea kettle, and give Bakura a wolfish grin.
"I know that," Rebecca replied in a snooty voice, "and I've come up with a price for you to pay!"
Mariku lurched forward at that, knees whacking against the table roughly as he lifted his large hands to wrap around her small, white neck. Bakura placed a hand on the Egyptian's forearm, however, and held him in place, nails digging roughly into tanned skin.
"We never said we'd pay," Bakura grumbled, eyeing the seemingly innocent girl. Perhaps he had been wrong. Teddy oozed evil, after all; who was to say that his evil ways hadn't pervaded the girl?
"But you will," Rebecca confirmed, wagging her yellow-topped head. "Teddy knows you will, because you want Teddy. All you have to do," she continued on, "is make me a woman."
"What?" Bakura questioned, arching an eyebrow. He was sure this little girl wasn't talking about sex. Mariku, however, seemed to have more doubts, and he openly eyed the girl curiously. No doubt the psychotic yami had no comprehensions of what sex was. After all, what sort of an emotion like pleasure had to do with the embodiment of a teenager's anger and hate.
"You need to kiss me!" Rebecca giggled, flouncing forward. "Teddy says that what makes girls grow big so that way they don't need Teddy's anymore!"
Ah, to the bear had been waiting for her adolescence. A smart plan, all in all.
"Bakura, I thought girls became women when they bled from their-"
"Shut up, Mariku," Bakura hissed, ignoring the blodne yami's smirk. Instead, he turned back to the girl before him. Rebecca was staring at him with a disconcerting gaze. Deciding to ignore it, he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips onto the girl's chubby cheek. When he pulled away, however, Rebecca looked incredibly disapointed.
"Teddy showed me a video on the internet," she informed them. "And that girl kissed the man and her foot popped! I want that! That'll mae me grown up!"
"Why don't you kiss Mariku, then?" Bakura spat, not really liking the idea of kissing a child. Rebecca ran an eye over Mariku, who quickly bristled beneath her gaze, clearly unhappy with this attention he was receiving. With a derisive snort, however, Rebecca turned back to Bakura.
"You look more like a handsome prince. He's like an ugly witch," Rebecca stated finally. After that was stated, she twirled around and hopped onto the little plastic table. Surprisingly it held her weight; only showing it by giving a small wobble.
"Now that I'm up here, you can come over here, scoop me up, and kiss me!" The girl exclaimed, standing up on tip-toe and pointing dramatically up towards the air. Bakura groaned and rose from his seat, legs stiff from being folded up.
"Fine, whatever," Bakura complained, ignoring Mariku's interested yet amused expression. Stepping closer to the little girl, Bakura placed his larger hands upon her hips, and scooped her up pausing to grimace as he swooped down, claiming her lips.
Mariku smirked, watching as Rebecca's foot popped.
Anruishipping (Shaadi x Yugi)
"You're crying," Yugi whispered, watching the older man's tears fall in crystaline drops down dark cheeks. Tentativly, he reached up, brushing his fingers against the smooth skin, allowing the pads of his thumb to swipe away the bothersome, clear beads.
"They weren't my tears," Shaadi reported, lowering his yellow gaze to lock onto Yugi, his voice staying deep and monotone as it always did, with his accent showing through just a hint. The star-haired boy nodded slowly, but didn't remove his hands from Shaadi's face.
The Egyptian seemed unperturbed by this, and in fact show no emotion in regards to whatever Yugi was doing, even when the diminutive boy allowed his fingers to trail down Shaadi's neck.
"Whose tears were they?" Yugi questioned, leaning up on his tip-toes as he felt his cheek burning with shame. He couldn't help it thought. This man, Shaadi, was intoxicating. On top of that, he seemed completely unbothered by Yugi's flirting antics, and made it all the easier for the amethyst-eyed boy to go about them.
"They were the Pharaoh whose name is no longer remembered(1)," Shaadi explained, still staying still and motionless.
"Oh," Yugi said in a quiet voice, eyes flickering downards to the Millennium Puzzle. The moment was shot, and Yugi lowerd himself back down, and away from Shaadi. Now was not the time to do this, he knew.
Sighing, Yugi fiddled with the chain about his neck, and focused back on the Pharaoh.
(1)I couldn't remember what Shaadi really says so.. Uh.. Yeah. I just remember why this shipping got its name and all that.
Yay for stupid shit... Don't take any of these serious. They were little five minute derp-fests and probably have tons of errors because I don't give two shits enough to fix them atm.
I seriously just went the Master Shippers List on DA and just... Picked a few of the weirdest ones I could find.
