Hey, my name's Yugi Mutou.
Age 16 and a walking disaster zone.
-Home schooled thanks to a little good luck
-Currently in possession of the millennium puzzle + post Battle City deck
-Living in Scooby Gang HQ
-Working part time at Lúxuria Club for Flo & the Game Shop with Yami

 

@BamfofTheCards

vicepresidenttoyou:

"Hey, nice costume!" Much closer than the crazy lady. Well, but the crazy lady didn’t have holes in her face…

"Hey thanks!" He grinned widely, hands stuffed in his pockets. He was in another particularly stupid tee today, all his glittering piercings and his puzzle in tow, the god’s hair waistlet peaking out from under his hem. He felt fresh. "Mokuba, right? How’s it hanging?" 

miniaturebakura:

bamfofthecards started following you

Occasionally it turned out throwing pieces of grit at the birds was not a good plan. Instead of being fearful and cowering from his awesome might as they should have been some of them would flap over and peck at him. This particular bird, a nasty black creature with a pointy beak, was causing quite a bit of scuffle.

It flapped its wings and cawed as it pecked and battered him. He snarled as he bravely and heroically fought back with his needle and tiny knife. Dust flew up around them. Several feathers were torn loose along with a few scraps of clothing and his trusty bindle. His two raisins and his paper clip scattered out onto the footpath, and his coin rolled along until it hit a foot.

But Bakura was too busying to worry about big people. He was fighting an epic duel to the death!

Now Yugi had seen a lot of things in his blisteringly short life but a tiny, tiny, Bakura fighting to the death with a crow in a park? Yeah, okay, this was a new one. He’d give the universe that much; it was definately exciting. 

"Hey! Shoo!" He crouched, shoving at the bird. "Come on, get off!" 

bamfofthecards asked
Days were hard and for a home schooled teenager so was getting up before noon. He yawned into his palm. "Kat?" He called, knocking again. "You home?"

scotcheyes:

bamfofthecards:

scotcheyes:

bamfofthecards:

scotcheyes:

She grumbled at hearing the repetitious noise. It was half tempting to roll over and go back to sleep - last week was a killer at finals and she always passed out for the next, regardless of what anyone wanted of her. Forcing her eyes open, she patted the nightstand for her glasses, squinting at the clock.

Not yet noon. This better be important.

Fleece jacket tossed on over her pajamas for an ounce of modesty (and to ward off the perpetual morning chill that always seemed to linger in her home), she wrapped it tightly around herself, yawning as she opened the door. It took a couple of blinks for the wild child in front of her to register.

"Mmh," That was as much of a greeting as the boy was getting at the moment. Brushing aside a lock of hair, she noticed that Yugi was half-asleep on his feet, as well, "Wan’ some coffee?"

"Well I’m…" technically he did have a fairly secure position in the family hierarchy but rarely did it supply him with access to satisfying answers. Most days he was just left to conclude what he could. "Anyway…" maybe it was best to dismiss it for now.

"I can be a bother if you want me to be?" He back flipped with a nervous little grin. It was a bad joke but he was good with those. "I worry about everything at least once or twice."

She gave a genial shrug, letting the topic fall as he pleased. His grin was reciprocated, “You’re welcome here anytime.”

"No worries!" A pause, her face scrunching in embarrassed realization, "Uh. I think you get the gist? … Oh! Did I ever hand you those recipes? I can’t remember."

"Huh? Recipes—? Oh! No, I don’t think you did. Might as well do that now?"

"Cool," She nodded, heading to the hodge-podge of furniture that passed as a living room. Whatever was left on the chest was usually shoved inside of it. It was her first guess, if nothing else, "Now I just need to find them."

They were surprisingly easy to find, given that she had to dig out a couple blankets and a chess set to find the neatly-folded papers, “Aha!” She handed them over after waving them with a victorious shout, “I have most of the herbs I wrote down in there, do you want me to give you some so you or your mom can try stuff out? I have more than enough.”

"Thank you," he crooned taking the stack and rifling through pages absently. "That would be great if it’s not too much trouble? Where’d you learn all this anyway?"

Asylum

lostwildrose:

bamfofthecards:

Atum was always a gentleman and grinning Bamf tucked the scarf a little tighter round his neck. “Thanks.” He watched a moment, shifting his weight between his feet, until Atum had he gate open and they were slinking towards the looming building. “Always ready,” he promised. “Do you think it’s haunted? Definitely has the energy for it.”

Atum hummed and reached down, taking Bamf’s hand and lacing his fingers with the others. At his question the teen tugged out his phone and began googling. “Let’s see, Japan Osaka Mental institute…. Ah! Apparently this place was built in 1895 after the the First Sino-Japanese War which was fought between  China and Japan, primarily over control of Korea. After more than six months of continuous successes by the Japanese army and naval forces, as well as the loss of the Chinese port of Weihai, the Qing leadership sued for peace in February 1895.” He slid down a bit more before continuing reading. “It was used as a place to treat the soldiers after the war and was hinted at being a place for human testing, primarily on the people it received. Though because of the rumors it ended up being shut down in 1914.” Clicking the phone shut he released Bamf’s hand to take the pin again and started to pick the front door lock. “The possibilities of this place being hunted are pretty high~ and open!” Pocketing his pin again he easily pushed the door open and bowed to Bamf. “Ladies first~”

Squeezing Atum’s hand he listened carefully as they strut closer to the boarded up entrance in the cool late evening air. “So you had a lot of traumatized soldiers here? Yeah that’s just begging for a haunting. All the better for us then!” He grinned, slapping his hands together in delight as Atum picked the door.

"You know one day we’re just going to use our sharp brains to sneak into a nightclub like normal kids," he joked. "Thank you kind sir~" He bowed graciously before weaseling past Atum into the darkness.

fouryearoldgamemaster:

bamfofthecards:

fouryearoldgamemaster:

Yuugi stared at him blinking a few times. Who could there possibly be so many people who looked all the same?! He had let it go the few few times, but now it was just weird. having one big brother was understand! But this many? It was pretty weird. “Big brother?”

He stalled, almost stumbling, and for a moment he thought his little brother Blackmail was out and about but the tone was distinctly different. Blackmail didn’t question: he demanded! This kid…? He twisted and flashed a thousand watt smile. “Hey there Kiddo! What’chu doing?” 

"Looking for grandpa… " He stared, a expression of doubt came over his chubby face. "you’re not bug brother! He looks older, are also a big brother though?"

"Oh? Where did grandpa go? Has he flown off to India?" He was half joking. When he was young his grandfather had a bad habit of vanishing out of the country but, in this case, he assumed the old man was at the game store worrying where his little grandson was. "Me? Well, yeah, I’m another big brother. Is that okay?"

thief-of-shadows asked
Where have you been, young man?

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

"Uh…" Shifty eyes. "Um….I was…. with Atum…?" Mostly. Then there was the running off with the shapeshifter to free an ancient power from its eternal prison. 

"I…" Bakura huffed and threw down his arms. "Fine, but she will. Does this make me the ‘cool uncle’ or…?" The cool uncle that thinks bandaids are suitable presents?

"You’re totally cool." He promised. "And, yeah, she’ll find me but until then I will enjoy the end of my life."

"She’s not going to kill you. Hell, even if she actually wanted to kill you, she probably wouldn’t, and she can be a vile woman when she wants to be…"

"I’m glad you’re home, though. You should stick around more. It’s not the same without you. Oh, and find Sennen when you can because he’s probably just as worried." Thief frowned, and took a deep breath. "So that’s…" He started counting. Heba, Arcane, Yami, Bamf… "We just need Grim, and then everything can be okay again."

"I know she won’t literally kill me but if the she takes my sewing supplies again I’ll just die. I need needles and paint and fabrics to live at this point, Thief, as gay as that sounds."

He smiled, “me too. I’m here all the time though, I’m just mostly sleeping. I suppose I better come visit you some more and give you pats. You’re like the family cat.” His smile wavered but the motion was so tiny it could be missed or dismissed. “Grim’ll be home soon. I just know it.”

thief-of-shadows asked
Where have you been, young man?

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

"Uh…" Shifty eyes. "Um….I was…. with Atum…?" Mostly. Then there was the running off with the shapeshifter to free an ancient power from its eternal prison. 

"Jesus fucking—-" He groaned. "…At least you didn’t injure yourself this time. Right? Either way, you’re definitely grounded as soon as your mother finds you."

"Heh, yeah, I’m totally fucked brainless when she finds me. Please don’t let her find me? Because you love me?"

"I…" Bakura huffed and threw down his arms. "Fine, but she will. Does this make me the ‘cool uncle’ or…?" The cool uncle that thinks bandaids are suitable presents?

"You’re totally cool." He promised. "And, yeah, she’ll find me but until then I will enjoy the end of my life."

arcanelight:

bamfofthecards:

arcanelight:

"I just… really don’t need a holiday in which I am celebrated. I would much rather be low profile, under the radar, invisible… take your pick." Because that seemed like a better option. "I’m…. getting to okay. Just having a rough go at life right now."

"So I’ve heard…." He murmured. "Do you wanna a hug? Help with Kaito? I’m here for anything you need. I love you loads."

"My mom still has Kaito, so he is okay for now. But… a hug would be really nice."

"That’s good and you know I am an international supplier of hugs," he promised opening his arms and trying to scoop the other up.

thief-of-shadows asked
Where have you been, young man?

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

thief-of-shadows:

bamfofthecards:

"Uh…" Shifty eyes. "Um….I was…. with Atum…?" Mostly. Then there was the running off with the shapeshifter to free an ancient power from its eternal prison. 

He crossed his arms, not buying it. “Where with Atum?”

"Uh we may have snuck into an abandoned asylum for shits and giggles…?"

"Jesus fucking—-" He groaned. "…At least you didn’t injure yourself this time. Right? Either way, you’re definitely grounded as soon as your mother finds you."

"Heh, yeah, I’m totally fucked brainless when she finds me. Please don’t let her find me? Because you love me?"

arcanelight:

bamfofthecards:

arcanelight:

bamfofthecards:

"We totally need a pamper Arcane day. Thief’s onto something."

"Stop…" he coughed softly, shaking his head, "I was kidding. I don’t need a holiday…"

"Hmm?" He blinked. Arcane seemed so… tense. He flushed a little, worried he’d done something wrong. "Sorry, you okay…?"

"I just… really don’t need a holiday in which I am celebrated. I would much rather be low profile, under the radar, invisible… take your pick." Because that seemed like a better option. "I’m…. getting to okay. Just having a rough go at life right now."

"So I’ve heard…." He murmured. "Do you wanna a hug? Help with Kaito? I’m here for anything you need. I love you loads."