#kat mercer

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@kohakuhime sent us the template she used for Raph and Ellie so obviously I have to do this too so to start us off; trouvailleshipping and futureshipping.

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The dnd gang and dice

Ryou: Has his main set of dice he uses for all his GM needs that were a custom order. He also picks up some random dice sets here and there for new players because he likes helping them and it's just a nice little gift. He got a dice tower for his birthday and now he uses it for all his own personal rolls, and it's tall so it peaks out from his little gm board.

Bakura: If they actually let him play (he lost gm rights for a REASON), he has a couple of dice sets he got as gifts. His rolls are always very forcefully and they slam against the table and he is not afraid to cuss out his dice. Still tries to play things stylishly and he always gets the biggest smirk whenever he gets a nat 20.

Kat: My ideal va for Kat is Laura Bailey. And when it comes to her dice, she's a lot like Laura. Hoards a shit ton of dice. Does actually cuss out her dice when she gets a nat 1 and she has her own version of dice jail. She keeps them all in some kind of designer bag. Has a cute little custom dice tray with roses on it.

Miho: Has the cutest aesthetic dice you can find. She gets super excited over finding the ones with the little inclusions like flowers or frogs. Everything is super glittery. Always excitedly whispers "come on, give me a nat 20, let's go!!" And rolls them with so much enthusiasm. Shares custody of the dice jail with Kat. Has a cute dice tray that matches her aesthetic.

Tomoya: Has a couple sets, but primarily uses the dice set Duke made for him that's Zombyre inspired and it's his favorite thing. Gentle rolls with no dice tray and always has take a second to do the math on his modifiers but is always the first one to jump up whenever he or one of the others get a nat 20. Gets super crestfallen when it's a nat 1.

Duke: Okay but let's be real Duke handmakes a shit ton of dice. He already oversees dice production for Dungeon Dice Monsters, he might as well make his own custom dice sets. He's very detailed in making them perfectly balanced and they're peak 2000s alternative aesthetic. Rolls his dice and announces what he rolled + modifiers very dramatically and with Style. If he's feeling lazy he literally shakes his dice tray.

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Give it up for day 3 of my valentines ship prompts!! Honestly I'm so excited that the writings been coming a lot easier with the prompts and maybe I might start challenging myself a bit more with these kinda things every month? We shall see.

Prompt 26: First Kiss

I had a few ideas for this one but this one flooded my brain and I knew I had to do it so have some futureshipping! Little bit of dual perspectives and we get a little look at post series and these two dorks getting together so it's a bit longer.

Previous Days Prompts

Day One || Two

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If you asked Seto, their first kiss was at the party they met at when they were 12.

It had been a stifling gala his step-father had dragged him and Mokuba to, all flooded with people in his circle or ran in similar ones. Not many brought children, or even really had any at the time that weren't already fully grown, and those that did tended to stick by their parents side. Gozaburo tried his hardest to keep a tight leash on both the brothers, but even he got distracted by other patrons and allowed them to sneak away for a moments reprieve to go get refreshments.

It was a surprise to find a girl poke out from underneath the white linen covered table, reaching up to steal a cookie. It was more surprising when it clicked in his mind that those bright green eyes and signature pink ribbon tied in her long brown waves was the Kat Pegasus.

There was that initial moment of awe, knowing he was standing in front of Duel Monsters royalty. He opened his mouth to speak before Mokuba stepped up from behind him. "Why are you sitting under the buffet table?"

"Cause if brains were leather, most of the people here wouldn't have enough combined to saddle a junebug." She scoffed, her accent as smooth as butter. "Apparently, bein' elite and hoity toity takes up all the room for common decency and brain power, and I just don't feel like putting on airs." Her expression softened as she lifted up the table cloth. "You guys wanna come hang out with me? Looks like y'all could use a break from the party too."

Mokuba nodded excitedly, looking up at his brother. "Can we?"

Seto hesitated, glancing around. If Gozaburo caught them slacking off, it would mean nothing but trouble.

But...this was a big opportunity for him. In the long run, he wanted to turn the family company into a gaming one; they'd need connections to I2 for what he wanted to do. It made sense from a business standpoint to get close to the heiress and sister of the creator of the company.

And she was the best Duelist he'd ever seen. He was at least curious.

It didn't have anything at all to do with the fact he thought she was beautiful. No. Not at all.

"Alright, but we have to be careful." He told Mokuba quietly and his brothers eyes lit up before he climbed under the table to join her. Seto did one more sweep of the room before doing the same. "Thanks for inviting us."

Kat smiled, shaking her head. "It's nice to have the company!" She laughed, before gesturing to herself. "Memawd be upset if I forgot my manners. I'm--"

"You're Kat Pegasus!" Mokuba said, excitedly, sitting up a bit more. "You're one of the best Duelists in the world!"

She blinked, taken by surprise before a grin washed over her face and her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, putting her weight on her hands. "Y'all play Duel Monsters??"

Seto rubbed the back of his neck. "We want to. We just never have the time." It was an easy enough excuse.

"We saw your matches on TV! You're so cool!" His brother continued, before he gestured between him and his brother. "I'm Mokuba! And this is my big brother, Seto!"

She softened. "Well, it's certainly nice meeting you guys!" A lightbulb seemed to go off as she snapped her fingers. Sitting back, her hand dug around in the purse over her shoulder and she pulled out two decks and Seto let out a tiny gasp. "Would you guys wanna play? I know you said you don't really get a chance to, and I got an extra Deck if yall need--"

"Of course we would!" Seto said earnestly, leaning forward and his hands brushed hers. Both of them realized what they had done and their cheeks flushed pink.

She laughed sheepishly, clearing her throat. "G-great! Cool cool cool! Here, take this -- let's get this Duel on, yeah?"

They spent the majority of the night there, hiding underneath the table, away from prying eyes and responsibilities and a cruel stepfather and busybody older brother, chatting away and playing Duel Monsters. Mokuba didn't have as much success, but Seto, despite not using those cards before, still secured his wins in every match they played. It was impressive and invigorating --

It was what he realized he wanted to keep doing; to keep winning and become the very best.

Especially as a fire seemed to burn in his opponent, fueled by determination and passion.

They lost track of time. At some point, they heard shuffling around and a gruff, stern voice calling out. "Seto? Mokuba?"

Seto great stiff and his jaw clenched. Something told him Gozaburo wasn't gonna be happy they disappeared. His hand found Mokubas and he shot Kat an apologetic loom. "We have to go," he told her quietly, reaching out to hand her back the deck. "Thank you--"

She saw the trepidation and folded his fingers over the deck and gave him a wink. "Keep it. You won that deck fair and square." Her gaze looked towards where the linen hung, where the voice was coming from. "That your dad?"

"Step-father."

"Mm." She held out her hand, smiling. "I'll go with ya. Most people can't stay mad at this face."

Gozaburo wasn't most people.

He shouldn't take the help. No one else should get involved, it was a sign of weakness.

But she held out her hand and gave him the softest smile and he couldn't help but follow her out.

She paused when she saw who his stepfather was.

"Mr. Kaiba, good to see you again." She greeted, managing a tight lipped smile. "Been a long time, huh?"

He hadnt expedted the flash of recognition in the mans eyes; the sneer of disgust came with the territory. "...You're Evangelines youngest, aren't you?"

"Kat Mercer," she affirmed. It wasn't a name he really ever heard in connection with her; he'd later find out the reason why was to try and distance herself from the constant talk of her family tragedies. "I haven't seen you since Mères funeral."

He bit back a scoff. "We've been very busy, young lady. Running my company and all that," he looked to his sons. "I see you've been putting up with my boys."

"Oh we had a blast!" She told him. "They're great. You should be proud." She glanced at them with a grin. "I hope they can come to more parties; I need someone who can give me a challenge."

"They're too busy," he gritted out. It was usually out of character for him to be that terse with people that werent him or his brother. Seto would later learn why; Gozaburo was only fond of her damned mother, and her sister who resembled her. Kat had too much of her father in her. "Where's your handler?"

"Handler would imply I could manage to wrangle my sister in." A familiar voice drawled out.

Setos eyes went wide as the very creator of his favorite game strolled into view, boredly waving a champagne flute with a smirk.

"Gozaburo! My, has the time just flown by," Maximillion Pegasus drawled out, waving off handedly. "Thank you for finding Kitty Girl for me." He looked to her, brow cocking upwards. "I see you've made friends!"

"I found someone able to actually beat me." She laughed, nudging Seto gently.

"Well, a little rivalry always does your heart good," her brother teased before smiling at the boys. "Thank you for spending the evening with her. She tends to go stir crazy at these things."

Seto stared up at him before bowing. "It was our pleasure, Mr. Pegasus, sir!"

Gozaburo crossed his arms, eyeing the two before turning to his sons and Mokuba shrank under his gaze. "We have to be leaving now."

Kat turned to the boys, biting her lip at the man's tone before scoffing. "It's alright. Can't be standin' round here smelling the cow manure coming off you." She mumbled in disgust and she didn't even flinch at the glare that garnished her.

She was completely unafraid of the man.

Her attention stayed on them as she ruffled Mokubas hair; her free hand was subtly reaching for her purse. "I hope I see you guys soon! Maybe we can get you out for the next tournament!" She turned to Seto and her cheeks flushed pink before she leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek, right by the corner of his mouth as her hand found his free one, slipping what felt like a business card into his palm. Her brothers number. A way out, if they ever needed it. His heart hammered away from both actions.

She pulled away, tucking stray locks of hair behind her ear as both of their faces warmed up. "Thanks for tonight. Bye!"

With that, she hurried off to join her brother as they left, Maximillion giving them a wave as he wrapped his arm around his sister, a teasing smirk growing on his face; one that resembled the Cheshire cat.

Seto watched as she left, and for a moment, everything else faded and all he saw was her.

...Oh, this could be a problem.

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If you asked Kat, their actual first kiss wasn't until years later, when they were 18 and after life had finally started settling down.

Well, as settled down as it was ever going to get for their group. Or as much as it could for a single mother to a 4 month old.

It was hard to believe a year had past since they had been forced to say goodbye to Atem; even harder to believe it had been that long since Bakura was ripped away from her.

The firsts, the big moments, were hard without him there. Those first few weeks after his spirit was gone was...hell. She rarely left her bed, she cried and cried, and just barely found herself surviving. The realization that, despite all leaps in logic, she ended up pregnant, was even harder. She had figured it out to be magic; it explained the complications, on top of, well, how it happened when they'd never gone that far, and the night he gave her the Ring to see his true form, well...she knew what his magic could do. She knew what he had done in the past with leaving pieces of his soul behind as "insurance".

She highly doubted a baby was what he had in mind with it, but here they were.

Their son was really all she had left of him beyond memories, the knife she kept on her at all times and a simple ring she couldn’t bring herself to wear in her grief. He had made the difference in trying to help her get herself back together, so she could be the best version of herself for him.

The others had helped more than she could ever dream of or hope for.

But none more than, surprisingly, Seto.

He'd been the first person to know about the pregnancy, mainly because he'd figured it out at a gala he was hosting and then he quickly had to take her the hospital when she passed out from high blood pressure. That had been an Eventful evening, to say the least. But, since then, he'd been the one taking her to doctors appointments, helping set everything up, running and getting her the best onion rings money could buy because it had been her big craving and one of the only things she could hold down. Hell, he bought her the best crib on the market by the end of her first trimester, and argued with Maddox -- a man who had done this twice now with the twins -- as they tried to figure out how to put the crib together. Hell, he even let her break his hand when she delivered Jason and honored her request of not leaving his side when they whisked him off to NICU while the doctors took care of her.

Jason was the greatest gift Kat had ever gotten. She loved him more than anything. But, if he was her son and stars, then he was Setos little dragon. He'd helped out wherever he could, loved spending time with him, and even that night, came over because Jason wasn't feeling well and he was one of the only people that could calm the baby down enough to go to sleep when he was just not having it.

It gave her time to at least get some self care in that night. She got in a shower after she'd basically neglected it for a couple of days taking care of him, did her skincare routine in it's entirety and settled on some leggings and a cute tank top. She was pulling her hair into a messy bun, adjusting the soft pink headband she'd put on to keep her hair out of her face, as she headed back towards his nursery.

Her heart melted as she found Seto in the old family rocking chair her Uncle Wes had brought over, cradling Jason in one arm as the baby's eyes drooped, as one of the many, many books the family had stock piled for him rested in his free hand as he read it out loud to him. His own expression had softened, and there was even a small smile tugging at his lips; it was a look once only reserved for his siblings, but now extended out to her little boy.

He was more like theirs.

She leaned against the doorframe, fingers tugging gently at the locket around her neck as she watched them. Jason was hers and Bakuras, the best halves of both of them, and yet Seto had stepped in every step of the way for that little boy. He had been a father where Bakura, unfortunately, couldn't, having to watch them from wherever he was in the afterlife. She was thankful for that.

...And he had been a partner for her.

She'd had a crush on him before. Back when she first met him, and, while she had heavily denied it, for the better part of their time as rivals. She thought they were all gone and faded away by the time her and Bakura were together, and they had subsided for a time. But, then they started pouring back, and she tried to brush them off as hormones, still not ready to jump back into a relationship, and yet, even four months after giving birth, they only grew stronger.

Of course they had. She and him spent every day together practically, and video chatting on days they weren't. They practically flirted with every conversation. They even were able to hug -- something almost unheard of with him -- and he'd let her curl against him on the couch. Hell, when the anniversary of what they lost came around, he had arranged it for her aunt and uncle to babysit Jason for the whole day and gave her the space to let it out however she needed to and held her tight when she broke down and latched onto him and did so until she finally fell asleep. He cleaned up her whole apartment for her after he got her settled into bed, took Lola for a walk and had little presents waiting for her when she got up to help her.

He gave her a sense of peace and security she wasn't sure she'd ever felt before. He was the second person in her life to make her feel truly special, outside of her family.

"Because he's been in love with you since you guys were twelve," Iris had deadpanned to her the other night. It had made Kat spit out her drink and the blonde to roll her eyes, offering out paper towels before she continued. "But, you got with Bakura and lost him and he knows you're grieving and he doesn't know if you want him or not or are even at that point yet."

She...she did love him. From the way he could zero in on a task and how incredibly smart he was, to the snark and the way he could make anybody feel 8 times smaller when they truly deserved it; how he tried so hard to deny magic existed, even though he was the one completely obsessed with dragons. She loved his strength that came from years of trauma and how he fought so hard to make a better life for him and his family, and even make a better world. She loved him even when he was being a toad to others, and she especially loved how soft and gentle he was with specific people in his life.

She just...wasn't sure what to do. Her heart had been healing and there was still the guilt that came with the idea of moving on.

"You're not me," Max told her, not long ago. "You shouldn't behave like me. Don't close off the possibility of finding love again, Kitty Girl. Sure, you may not find it. Perhaps you do only get that one great love. But, you could also find Mr. Or Mrs. Right standing in front of you one day and you can't close your heart off just because you're afraid to lose that again or because you feel guilty. Give yourself that peace of mind and freedom."

"...The end." Seto whispered, and she pulled herself away from her thoughts. Jason was now finally asleep, curling against the young man holding him. He waited for a moment, making sure he lulled deeper into his dreams before Seto rose to his feet, and moved to lay him down in his crib. She watched as his long, elegant fingers brushed back Jason's white tuft of hair. "Good night, little dragon."

She smiled as he walked towards her and they closed the door as quietly as they could behind them, stepping further down the hallway until they reached the living room. Her arms folded across her chest as she looked up at him. "Thank you for coming and helping," she said. "He's been colicky the last couple days and I just--"

"You've looked after Mokuba, River and Flora countless times now," Seto told her. "It's the least I can do."

He straightened his jacket -- the deep purple one with accentuated shoulders, the one she loved the most on him -- and glanced to the door. "I should probably get going. It's late."

Her hand fumbled for his, and he looked at her curiously. "Or. You could stay the night. It's really late, after all. I can get the couch made up for you."

There came that smirk, that damned smirk that always got to her. "You're not willing to offer up your bed instead?"

Logically speaking, Kat knew the teasing was meant as her offering up for him to take the bed while she took the couch. But, she could have fun with it, shooting back a smirk of her own. "You know, back home, it's considered polite for a man to buy a lady dinner before he asks to hop into bed with her."

They leaned into each other almost instinctually, and his smirk grew. "Let's see now, how many times have I gone out of my way to buy you your onion rings over the course of nine months --?"

"You know what I mean!" Kat laughed, hand pressing against his chest to playfully shove him away. But, instead, it lingered there, right above his heart; she swore she had to be crazy, because it felt like it had started beating faster under her palm. She cleared her throat, her hand smoothing out the fabric. "S-still. I can set up a place for you, you shouldn't be out driving this late and--"

His hand wrapped around her wrist when she went to pull her hand away and she sucked in a deep breath as blue eyes bore into her green ones.

"Seto?"

His grip softened slightly, thumb brushing against her skin. He weighed over his words as he studied her.

"...I can take you out to dinner," he told her, his voice firm. "Wherever you want, whenever you want. I'd buy the whole damned restaurant if that's what you asked. If there's a chance--"

They paused and she raised her free hand up to his cheek and he stilled, hesitating as he processed what she was doing, before finally leaning into her touch.

"...What are we?" He finally asked. "It's driving me insane. You -- Jason -- I -- Us --" he clenched his jaw, before closing his eyes. "I need to know."

Kat bit her lip. "I think we've been a little more than rival or friends for a while now. We just...didn't know what to do about it given...well, the shitshow that's been my life."

"According to everyone, it's partially on me too," he admitted. "I'm...me. I know I'm not easy--"

"Seto Kaiba, in what world have I ever wanted easy?"

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, both unsure of what to say. Now it was just...out there in the open and her heart wasn't sure it could take it if this all fell apart here.

Her other hand moved up to his other cheek, thumbs brushing against the bone. "I...it's not gonna be easy for either of us," she admitted. "We've both been dealing with our own challenges. But we've made it this far. And it's driving me crazy just as much, and I..." She let out a shaky breath. "I didn't think I'd be ready to move on...ever. But, I know I don't want to close my heart off anymore and I know how I feel about you, and probably have for a while. I...I finally feel like I can let myself try again. I feel like i can let myself love again, and you have been...hell, Seto, we've essentially been doing the parenting thing together anyhow, and we act like a couple and -- and, right now, I..."

He finally opened his eyes, and there was a flash of anxiety, of vulnerability she wasn't used to. She just hoped what she asked didn't further it.

"Right now I just really wanna fucking kiss you. If you're okay wi--"

She didn't get to finish the sentence. His hands had tugged her in by her waist as his lips crashed against hers. A surprised noise echoed from her throat before she ultimately melted into the kiss. Her arms wrapped loosely around his neck as one of his hands laid flat against her lower back and the other carded through her hair.

It was like fireworks shot through both of them.

When they finally pulled apart, she stared up at him and smiled. "Well, now you're definitely stayin'."

"Like you had the option of getting rid of me."

She rolled her eyes playfully as her hands found the front of that beautiful jacket. "Uh-huh. Just get back here." With that, she yanked him back into another, more passionate kiss.

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For this meme: 1 for Iris, 5 for Kat, 14 for Nana and 20 for Maddox?

Oooo bet thank you for the ask!

1. What six CD’s would your OC keep in their car? Is it just a taste/preference thing, or do any of them have particular significance?

At least one of those CDs are one Iris burned herself of a bunch of songs she really loves, with anything from Cigarettes after Sex to some indie artists she doesn't have a cd for.

Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown.

Pvris's White Noise.

Halestorm's The Strange Case Of...

The Pretty Reckless's Death By Rock and Roll.

Magnolia Park's Halloween Mixtape (She esp blasts 10 for 10 all the time).

Iris keeps what she can CD wise bc yeah no you can't trust keeping everything digital esp now when companies are pulling the shit of taking things you bought away from you so she keeps a lot of physical copies. These are just bands and artists she really enjoys and can blast in her car loudly and especially when she needs to go have a breakdown in her car.

5. What’s one mundane thing that would throw them off-kilter? Why?

Either it would be the smell of certain perfumes or the sound of wooden boxes or doors slamming. Those are things that remind her very much of her mother and Kat usually gets thrown for a loop when they come to her attention.

14. Is your OC superstitious? If so, what superstitions do they believe? If not, what do they think of superstitious people?

Nana was a superstitious person to start with, but she became even more so once she realized Oh my God, magic actually exists. She doesn't believe the one about black cats, but she doesn't walk under ladders, she doesn't step on cracks, she is very careful around mirrors, no umbrellas inside and she always knocks on wood. She also believes the whole "it comes in threes" thing.

When your little brother shares his body with a 3000 year old ghost with dark magic and weird shit keeps happening to you and your group, yeah, yeah you try to keep the bad luck at a minimum and do what you can for good luck.

20. Any major theme(s) or conflict(s) in your OC’s life? How have they dealt with that? Are they aware of it, or do they ignore it? Did you design them with such theme(s)/conflict(s) in mind, or did they evolve naturally?

Maddox faces two major things in his life; loss and having to be the one responsible for everything.

He loses a lot of his family when he's young; aunts, uncles, cousins and his grandfather. He loses Cecelia, his cousin, his best friend, his twin flame and it tears him apart because of how incredibly strong their bond always had been. Then Paige abandons him and their daughters. It's a struggle he faces just as much as Kat did and he's so tired of losing people he loves and I think he fights harder and harder bc of it.

On top of that, out of all the cousins, Maddox was the oldest, followed by Cecelia. He always had to look our for everyone and keep everyone safe and happy. He was the protector and the leader and the glue. As he got older, as everything got smaller, he became responsible for keeping Max sane and helping raise Kat on top of his own daughters; bc while Vance and Chelsea were her guardians and doing a damn good job raising her, he and Max promised Cecelia they would always look after Kat.

He was responsible for I2 and later KaibaCorp. He's responsible for the Yugi Gang and the D&D Gang. He's responsible for a lot and I think he's just tired.

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I forgot I haven't posted these. So. In what I can only describe as moments of pure madness, I decided to make family Trees for my yugioh ocs.

Nanas the only one who's not lengthy and extensive.

The Mercer/Griffin Family Tree

The McGinnis Family Tree

And the Mutou Family Tree.

I did all of this on mspaint bc it was too complicated to try on Google docs. Enjoy. Plus peep @kohakuhime 's ocs for Raphs family in Kat and Maddoxs family tree with mentions of the Gayles.

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I'm not sure if you've gone into this before, but what does Ryo think about Kat's relationship with Bakura?

Yoooo okay I don't think I have gone into it all that much so fantastic question thank you!! Brilliant questions as always 💖

So Ryou is initially weary. Like he becomes friends with Kat and he cares about her. He doesn't want to see her hurt, obviously and Bakura hasn't been. Good to him. So he wants to try and protect others the best he can.

It's also the first time I think he's really had somebody advocate for him to Bakura. Kat is very firm when her and Bakura get together that he has to be nicer to Ryou, he can't just do whatever the hell he wants when they share a body and do stuff that's going to emotionally or physically hurt him. When Battle City happens, she's angry and Bakura got the closest thing I can consider "couch treatment" he was in trouble.

I think over time though throughout the various arcs that will happen, he sees that Bakura truly cares for and loves Kat. He'd do anything for her and he's terrified of losing her again. He starts to see the parts of Bakura we don't really see until the end of the series because of this and I think there becomes an understanding. I don't think they're ever really friends or will have that same dynamic as Yami and Yugi -- there is still hurt and pain there -- but there is an understanding that begins to happen.

Kat does everything she can to protect both of them and help them heal from their own trauma and their shared trauma from each other, namely on Ryous end. And I think it strengthens hers and Ryous friendship, and she's not afraid to help enforce boundaries or talk about things.

When the main story ends, and Bakuras been defeated, it does feel for Ryou like there is a weird gap. He's not happy he's not sad but it does feel like there is a part missing. He's not used to just being alone in himself. And Kat is devastated and I think those two offer so much support in navigating those feelings and being there for each other. They crash at each other's house a lot afterwards for a good bit there just. Processing really.

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Alright so I've been thinking about who I could hear voicing my yugioh ocs or what voices I'd hear coming from them so here's my list as of right now after many times of trying to figure it out.

Maddox - Will Friedle

Kat - Cherami Leigh

Iris - Hailey Steinfeld

Nana - Mae Whitman

Mason - Travis Willingham

River - Avi Roque

Dinah - Kayli Mills

Dahlia - Lauren Landa

Vance - Jensen Ackles

Chelsea - Stephanie Young

Wes - Sam Elliot

Josie - Reba McEntire

Meredith - Vanessa Marshall

Flora - Karen Strassman

Lorelai - Brina Palencia

Hina - Jamie Marchi

Faye - Monica Rial

Cillian - Brendan Gleeson

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Day 6 of my valentine ship prompts!!! Y'all I am so excited for this prompt. I've been waiting patiently because I knew exactly who I was using for this and you all know my brain rot for them is REAL.

Prompt 10: Soulmate.

Obviously of course I had to do starcrossedshipping for this. Because they're that. They're THE soul mates out of any ship I have okay. I just love them. I love them a lot.

Previous Prompts

Day One || Two || Three || Four || Five

I hope you guys enjoy!!!

Bakura had met her by chance when they were still children.

A young orphan girl on the streets, trying to find any way to get coin to help her ailing sister, not caring if she herself was able to get any assistance. She turned up her charm, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she came off as sweet as could be. He had seen what she was doing, what she was failing at in this village -- they didn't seem to care much to offer a kind hand to a random child -- and, by all accounts, he shouldn't have helped. He had to worry about fending for himself out there in the world as he trained to get stronger.

Yet, even still, he stole two extra loaves of bread for her. He didn't know at the moment if her ailing sister story held any weight to it; he didn't until she offered to let him come over and he saw the older girl. They had no parents, only each other, their parents having been taken and possibly killed, accused of crimes they did not commit.

He felt a kinship towards them. He told himself that was why he kept coming back to them every day, using the chance of stealing food and medicine as a way to train himself as a thief. Even then, his Kema still tried to deposit any spare coin she had when he did, to try and help others who were suffering; and Gods did she get upset when he tried to steal some beautiful little trinket for her to wear, as somebody worked hard on those.

The sisters had become his world.

Then, he had to leave town for a few days, being tested by the very Dark God that offered him the chance for vengeance; something he wished later that he wouldn't have done. For, when he came back, Safiyyah was buried and her younger sister was gone, taken for her potential in magic.

He didn't see Kema again until years later, when he had become a man. No, he had become more than a man; he was the King of Thieves himself.

And she was a priestess in the Pharaoh's court.

That had cut like a knife.

He came to her in the dead of night, luring her out of palace walls for answers. She had told him that after her sister died, she'd displayed a great deal of magical potential and this had been noticed by members of the Pharaoh's inner circle. She didn't have much choice in joining their ranks as a student and later high priestess and magician; and, moreover, where did she have left to go? She was alone in the world, with no telling of when the only person she had left would be back. She wanted to wait for him but they whisked her away before she even had time to try and leave an explanation for him to find.

"Would you have stayed if you could?" He asked her, his tone strained. "If I had come back sooner, or if you had an option, would you have chosen me and not the damned nobility?"

In any other case, it would be a selfish question to ask. She had been able to have food and shelter consistently there. She has probably been treated well due to her gifts.

Her hands found his face all the same, her touch as gentle and soothing as he remembered.

"In every lifetime I have, in any and every point of time, until the end of days, I would choose you every single time," she promised and her voice was honey to him. 'I've wanted nothing more than to be by your side again for the rest of my life."

That was the night he told her the truth about his quest; of the Kul Elna massacre and the horrors the royal family and their soldiers had wrought. He told her of his mission, his drive and the dealings he was making to bring those responsible to justice. If there was one person in this world he felt he could trust, it was her.

She proved him right.

Her hand found his, even as a look of pain crossed her face at the revelation; for both the agony she knew it had to have caused him and for the realization that the man who had taken her to the court, had set her up with her lessons and had promised her a future place within the court, of a hand in marriage she didn't truly want, was the very man who had robbed him of his world.

Even still, she swore to him she would fight by his side and act as a spy on the inside.

That night led to many firsts for them, but none had been more important to him than their first kiss and the first utterances of I love you.

She was his queen, his wife, from then on. It didn't matter they had no home to move into together and make it official, but he promised they would. Once his quest was complete, once the spirits of his people could know rest, and the damned Pharaoh and Aknadin and the rest of that despicable court were dead and devoured by Ammit, they could put everything else behind them and move elsewhere. They would have a home, live the life together that they deserved; one free of strife, free of anguish and struggle, one their future children could blossom in and that they could grow old and weary in together.

Their plan would take time. He needed to gather his resources, strengthen his numbers and his connection to both Diabound and to Zorc. She needed to find the perfect night to strike, plot the perfect routes and gather everything she could on their targets, namely any changes to their routines or to see if they would slip and let their guard down around her or place further confidence in her. Aknadin wanted her to inherit one of the Items; if she could secure one, that would make one step easier.

They played their cards right. He waited for the night to rob the tomb, on the day before some grandiose event or another where the Pharaoh would hold his court. He displayed his skill, made his intention known, made fools of his court (and especially that damned Priest Set; he knew of the intentions Aknadin had for Kema and him). Having to face the Gods wasn't something he prepared for, but it had been a challenge he nevertheless faced with courage. Kema had her duties; perform her magic to try and weaken their defenses from the shadows, to keep them stumbling and keep a route secured for him to break into the palace later.

Their plans were going well. They were showing promise; they had a chance to reach their goals and it was just within reach.

...He shouldn't have gone for the Ring. He shouldn't have gone back into the tomb to fight off against the stray priest and take the Item.

She had run to get there and stop him. She was determined to save him. She had gotten into the tomb before it was sealed, waiting in the shadows to see what would become of the battle. Kema always had faith he could work things out and come out on top, but it never stopped her from worrying nor did it keep her from wanting to protect him from more damage done to him.

He was reckless.

Everything had crumbled around them and she made sure he got out after he fell, before everything tumbled down completely. She shoved him out to where he needed to survive and when he tried to reach out for her, to pull her --

"If one of us survives this, habibi, I'd rather it be you."

He hadn't screamed that loudly or in such a deep anguish since after the soldiers left Kul Elna. Losing her was the pain that caused him to begin to fully lose himself to the darkness that Zorc and the items promised him.

°°°

3000 years. 3000 years and he didn't think he'd find her again. The Items had been locked up, guarded, kept out of the hands of most for that long; no one dared to put on the Ring, even as knowledge of what was held inside of it disappeared entirely.

Ryou Bakura was nothing more than a vessel for him to now have to grow into, but, he served his purposes. Meeting Yugi and the gang years later served him the knowledge that the time to re attempt his plans soon.

He worked even harder; after all, he had millennia to strategies strategies come up with an alternative way to win. It served as motivation to keep his spirit strong. The Zorc side of his personality was quite pleased by this and the side of him that was still truly Bakura had become numb; all that mattered at that point was getting vengeance and ending everything.

Then he found her.

She looked different, but, then again, it was a new life. He didn't know how many she had to have cycled through, nor could he know if she truly had waited for him in every lifetime and if it had caused a lonely heart.

Her long brown hair draped down her back, a pink ribbon hanging in from the side. She dressed in pinks and creams, a golden locket with roses hanging proudly around her neck while a German Shepherd stood at attention to guard her. Freckles danced across her cheeks and her nails were perfectly manicured.

But those green eyes he'd fallen for were still the same, as was the smile that graced her lips and that heavenly voice of hers.

His Kema was back to him, only now she went by Kat.

If he had a pulse, it would be going 800 miles a second and his heart would clench. He didn't think it was possible. Yet, there she was, defying anything considered impossible.

The Zorc half of him was growing frustrated.

The Bakura side of him, the real him, longed to hold her in his arms and kiss her over and over again.

Night came quickly after she joined with their little group. He waited until everyone was distracted and slipped into control unnoticed. All it took was asking her for help and, next thing she'd know, they were quite a ways away from their camp.

"Ryou?" She asked, stepping closer. "Ryou, are you sure you're okay?"

"Never better," he admitted. The hair began to spike up, his eyes, usually full of anger, softened and he held out his hand. She still hadn't figured it out yet and he couldn't be sure she ever would. But it would never stop him.

He takes her hand and kisses it; there's a look of confusion that crosses her face, but a flash of something in her eyes; like her brains trying to push her to remember what once was. "Hello, rouhy."