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The smack of flesh against flesh echoes through the room. For a moment, Yuuri is still.  Rooted in place as he stares up into furious blue eyes. 

“Dennis,” he says, after a long beat of silence. His expression is unreadable, even as he injects his speech with levity. “You’re looking well for a dead person. Seems like news of your demise has been greatly exaggerated.” 

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miracleillusionist replied to your post ““It’s not so surprising that Academia brainwashes people, is it?” ...”

whispers if Dennis had been brainwashed he might still be alive

// pff unless his brainwashed ass fell into the sea

or stayed ‘til the end and carded him regardless of his feelings

[synchrostars-blog1]

Hi really random but can i request some Entermages please?

are... are you actually trying to murder me..?  but okay..;;; if i die during this request we know who’s at fault!!!! DDD<

[synchrowings-blog]

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National Kissing Day, you say? Send a 💓 if you’d like a kiss from my muse.

Yuugo flops over onto the freshly waxed floors, groaning miserably as hetries to catch his breath.  He tosses therag over to the side of the room and wishes he could just roll over anddie.  He doesn’t quite remember the lasttime he’s been able to catch a break. It must have been before that fateful daythe asshole president of Lancers Crop felt like kidnapping him.  

His head had been filled with all sorts of terrifying visions fromhaving his organs harvested to being sold into slavery.

Even now, he isn’t entirely sure the last one didn’t happen.

He’s traded a life of grease and drive thrus for a life of being bossedaround by a pair of demonic entitiespretending to be idols. Yuuri is an absolute nightmare like a terrifying fusionbetween a giant pitcher plant and everyone’s least favourite nagging aunt.

And Dennis… Well, Dennis isn’t so bad. Kind of airheaded, but at leasthe’s friendly.  Even though his adviceended up getting Yuugo into more trouble than not.  Poor Dennis must not be very good atdirections if Yuugo ended up nearly falling off the roof when he asked him howto find the bathroom.

Yuugo lets out another groan and starts to pick himself off the ground,internally whimpering at the thought of all the floors he still hadn’twaxed.  Fucking idols and their fuckingimpossible demands. It’ll be another weekbefore he’s actually done.

The poor child is so exhausted that he completely misses the fact thatthere is someone in his path.  And asthings go, what happens next is inevitable.

With strangled scream, Yuugo slips on his perfectly waxed floor and goesflying, arms wind milling uselessly in the air before he slams into somethinghard.

The next thing he registers isthat he’s draped over another person with his lips firmly pressed against somethingsoft and warm and moist–

… Moist?!

Yuugo’s eyes snap open and dread fills his chest when he finds himselfstaring down into a familiar pair of blue eyes.  

He slowly draws back, eyes transfixed on the other’s fiery red curls and gently teasing smile… and lets out a piercing shriek.

[synchrowings-blog]

idols, man

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“I didn’t want to work in this shitty hell hole anyway!” Yuugo shouts, yanking off his uniform cap and throwing it back, half-hoping it would smack his asshole manager in the face, but it flops uselessly on the ground.

Yuugo jams his hands into the pockets of his sleeveless hoodie as he storms off, the soles of his worn out trainers clapping furiously on the concrete. He is absolutely fuming and glaring at everything unfortunate enough to be in his path. The only consolation is that other people on the street give him a wide berth, some of them even crossing the street to get away from his thunderous expression.

“Stupid bastards,” he mutters under his breath, kicking at the ground.  “I so didn’t fuck up that order.   Next time I’ll shove your low-fat supersize fries up your ass!”   

Ah… but there wouldn’t be a next time, would there?  Some of his righteous anger fades away as the reality of what just happened finally sinks in.

“Aw, fuck,” Yuugo groans and claps his hands over his face, not realizing that he’s stopped in the middle of the road.  “I just got fired, didn’t I? Aaah, I’m so screwed!!  How am I going to make rent next week…?”

Yuugo was so distracted in his self-pity that he doesn’t realize that the lights had suddenly switched to red.  A furious honking rips him out of his thoughts and his head snaps up in shock and he hurriedly throws himself back onto the sidewalk, only just narrowly avoiding being crushed.  He winces as he slowly picks himself off the ground and onto his knees.

“Watch where you’re going, jackass!” he shouts once he recovers, even though he realizes that it’s really his own fault for not paying attention.  But he’s pissed off and yelling makes him feel better.

However, he definitely doesn’t expect the black, unmarked van to suddenly screech to a halt.  And he definitely doesn’t expect the doors to swing open and a group of men in crisp suits and sunglasses to pile out of it.  

For a moment, he can only sit and blink dumbly at them as they approach.  Until the silver haired one abruptly grabs him by the collar and yanks him up until he’s staring into a pair of cool, violet eyes.

“Hey… Hey!  What’s the big idea?!” he shouts, reaching up to shove at his chest.  “Let me go, you stupid jerk!”

But not only does the man not let go, he only drags him closer, nodding absently to himself.

“You’ll do.”

And with those cryptic words, Yuugo finds himself screaming in protest as the men drag him into the darkness of the van.

[meganekingreiji]

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Send a ‘🔪’ to have your muse put a knife to my muse’s throat 

The cold edge of the blade pressed up against his throat, and his breathing faltered slightly. Any wrong move could have his throat slit, blood spilling from his neck as he tries to cover it to no avail, and collapse to the ground as the life faded from his eyes. 

“You’re putting too much on the line if you choose to destroy the one who has given you the most.”

[raptorrevolutionary-blog]

Some Other You

[Entertainment Duelist Shun AU, based off of recent spoilers]

Shun has always liked the sky, has always loved the way birds could be free–even in the colorful but heavily industrialized horizon of Heartland.  He’d grasp at it in any way he could, any way he can, and perhaps that’s why he picked Raid Raptors.  Perhaps it’s just one of the many reasons that he chose them.

Shun had wanted to go pro, had plans to go pro, until one day–

“Do you wish to fly?”

The man, Yuushou, had offered and Shun, in his youth and his childish want, said yes.

Now he stretches, loosens his limbs, and when he jumps from his perch, duel disk at the ready and the first card placed (Vanishing Lanius coming forth, catching him effortlessly before he falls, and the rush of wind going by his face fills him with an excitement so different from the rush of a duel he doesn’t know why he’s ignored it for this long) it all slots into place.  He can fly, he can bring the cheers, the adoration, the smiles that being a pro duelist entails, all in ways that let him have what he wants.

“Is it selfish?” he had asked once.

“…to make people smile?  To enjoy what you want?”

Not at all.

Shun closes his eyes, hears the roar of the crowds, and spreads his wings.

[meganekingreiji]

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At this point, Reiji knows he’s going to hell for this. But he had stopped counting sins long ago, and this feels way too good to stop.

Here he is, sharing a kiss with a traitor, a spy, someone he should despise for his acts, but Dennis had been able to coax him into this- this- whatever this was.

But never had it felt so good to be so bad.

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