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

 

Junior and Bamf's Excellent Adventure 2: Medieval Boogaloo

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"I didn’t come up with the name!" He hollered down the hallway as Junior shuffled off scratching his ass. Snapping shut the laptop he put his wallet and his phone into the top drawer of his dresser. He wouldn’t need them in the past. His dagger he thrust in his boot, his god’s hair waistlet and puzzle checked, and then he was ready to go! Rock and roll! "Hurry up Ugly!!"

"I’m coming whoreface, these fucking pants take forever to get on!" He reappeared in the doorway, the stunning picture of someone who was about to get some kickass cupcakes. "And a much better name would have been cocksock. I’m calling it that now." His shit eating grin was back on his face as Junior all but skipped into the room and linked arms with Bamf. "Ready to spend 4 hours straight in the kitchen?"

"That’s cause you buy the tight ones Assmouth!" He hollered. They were so completely inconsiderate of who else might be home and might, worse, be sleeping. "Cocksock, codpiece, I don’t care so long as you see that it’s real." He shoved the other’s shoulder. "You fucking wish." He snorted. "Alright," he started his typical pre-jump countdown, "ten, nine, eight, sev—- JUMP."

Bamf had trouble aiming, that was no secret, but when they found themselves groggy on the lush green hillside he suspected they might actually be on target this time. A village sat a little ways down the hill reeking of feces and piss and cheap beer and, sure enough, it looked Medieval. “Ha!” He grinned. “I got us here!”

This was the second biggest jump Bamf had ever put him through, and the first he had been fully conscious for, so upon landing Junior had to do his best to keep from adding to the stench that surrounded them by throwing up. It was tough. “I never said you couldn’t do it moron, I figured after you jumped us halfway across the fuckin galaxy you could at least manage a few hundred years.” He was still secretly impressed, secretly, and after he was certain he wasn’t going to toss his cookies he stood on wobbly legs. “Well then c’mon, let’s go down there so I can win this bet.”

Luckily Bamf’s jump made him giddy rather than sickly or else they’d both be in trouble. “Shut up, it’s hard to aim you know!” He huffed, hand on hip. “Yeah, yeah, you keep dreaming.” He snorted leading them down through the grass towards the hard earth of the village itself. The women were out mainly; getting bread and milk and passing news. The men must’ve been in the fields.

"Mmmhmm suuure." What could be so hard about it? You pick a spot and go there, sounded pretty easy to him. As they made their way closer to the small village Junior noticed an increase in stench but he wasn’t too focused on it, instead, his eyes were glued to every passing crotch he saw, on the hunt for cocksocks. "I don’t seee anyyyyy." He trilled under his voice, keeping behind Bamf so that if the other stepped in some though foul he could avoid it.

"That’s because these are women." He grunted. "We need to find some men before we can prove or disprove the cocksock." He grasped Junior’s wrist and tugged them off between the little streets. "God it smells like ass here and is it just me or are they looking nervous round us?"

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"I didn’t come up with the name!" He hollered down the hallway as Junior shuffled off scratching his ass. Snapping shut the laptop he put his wallet and his phone into the top drawer of his dresser. He wouldn’t need them in the past. His dagger he thrust in his boot, his god’s hair waistlet and puzzle checked, and then he was ready to go! Rock and roll! "Hurry up Ugly!!"

"I’m coming whoreface, these fucking pants take forever to get on!" He reappeared in the doorway, the stunning picture of someone who was about to get some kickass cupcakes. "And a much better name would have been cocksock. I’m calling it that now." His shit eating grin was back on his face as Junior all but skipped into the room and linked arms with Bamf. "Ready to spend 4 hours straight in the kitchen?"

"That’s cause you buy the tight ones Assmouth!" He hollered. They were so completely inconsiderate of who else might be home and might, worse, be sleeping. "Cocksock, codpiece, I don’t care so long as you see that it’s real." He shoved the other’s shoulder. "You fucking wish." He snorted. "Alright," he started his typical pre-jump countdown, "ten, nine, eight, sev—- JUMP."

Bamf had trouble aiming, that was no secret, but when they found themselves groggy on the lush green hillside he suspected they might actually be on target this time. A village sat a little ways down the hill reeking of feces and piss and cheap beer and, sure enough, it looked Medieval. “Ha!” He grinned. “I got us here!”

This was the second biggest jump Bamf had ever put him through, and the first he had been fully conscious for, so upon landing Junior had to do his best to keep from adding to the stench that surrounded them by throwing up. It was tough. “I never said you couldn’t do it moron, I figured after you jumped us halfway across the fuckin galaxy you could at least manage a few hundred years.” He was still secretly impressed, secretly, and after he was certain he wasn’t going to toss his cookies he stood on wobbly legs. “Well then c’mon, let’s go down there so I can win this bet.”

Luckily Bamf’s jump made him giddy rather than sickly or else they’d both be in trouble. “Shut up, it’s hard to aim you know!” He huffed, hand on hip. “Yeah, yeah, you keep dreaming.” He snorted leading them down through the grass towards the hard earth of the village itself. The women were out mainly; getting bread and milk and passing news. The men must’ve been in the fields.

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"I didn’t come up with the name!" He hollered down the hallway as Junior shuffled off scratching his ass. Snapping shut the laptop he put his wallet and his phone into the top drawer of his dresser. He wouldn’t need them in the past. His dagger he thrust in his boot, his god’s hair waistlet and puzzle checked, and then he was ready to go! Rock and roll! "Hurry up Ugly!!"

"I’m coming whoreface, these fucking pants take forever to get on!" He reappeared in the doorway, the stunning picture of someone who was about to get some kickass cupcakes. "And a much better name would have been cocksock. I’m calling it that now." His shit eating grin was back on his face as Junior all but skipped into the room and linked arms with Bamf. "Ready to spend 4 hours straight in the kitchen?"

"That’s cause you buy the tight ones Assmouth!" He hollered. They were so completely inconsiderate of who else might be home and might, worse, be sleeping. "Cocksock, codpiece, I don’t care so long as you see that it’s real." He shoved the other’s shoulder. "You fucking wish." He snorted. "Alright," he started his typical pre-jump countdown, "ten, nine, eight, sev—- JUMP."

Bamf had trouble aiming, that was no secret, but when they found themselves groggy on the lush green hillside he suspected they might actually be on target this time. A village sat a little ways down the hill reeking of feces and piss and cheap beer and, sure enough, it looked Medieval. “Ha!” He grinned. “I got us here!”

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"And I’m calling bullshit. There is no way people ever actually wore a metal tent over their dicks and called it fashion." They were sprawled across each other in Bamf’s room at the cathedral as they often ended up, Junior splayed across the elders lap looking upside-down at the pictures Bamf was…

"They fuckin’ did!" Bamf insisted. He was all sunshine and light, sure, but Junior had the magic ability to make him swear like a sailor in heat. It was a nice afternoon in many ways. Bamf always liked lying about with Junior doing silly things like this. "Seriously, do you think I just make this shit up?" He prodded, poking Junior’s cheek with the pointy end of his index finger. "If I jumped us back to the fifteen hundreds or something you’d totally fucking see."

"I’m pretty sure you make up like 80% of what you say." He retorted, biting at the finger that had dared touch his flawless cheek. "If you jumped us to then you wouldn’t find anything resembling a metal cock. You’d probably find a witch though, you’re good at that." He smiled cheekily up at the elder, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

"….You’re such a shit." He deadpanned. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go back in time. I’ll jump us there and then you’ll see that I’m not fucking joking."

"And you’re an ass." Man siblings were just the best. "Alright fine. But you gotta bet something. If I’m right, which I will be, you have to make me those super complicated cupcakes that taste how sex feels."

"The chocolate ones with the crispy bacon bits on top?" He winced, grumbling. "Fine but if I’m right you’ve got to… you’ve got to…. You’ve got to babysit Blackmail for a month!"

"Mmm yeah those." Was his mouth watering? "A month?! One tray of cupcakes does not equal a month of monster sitting!" He and Blackmail may have been on better terms now, but he was still 14 and Blackmail 4, there was only so much bonding he could take. "You know what fine; I’m so confidant I’m right I’ll take your bet." He stuck his hand out and spat on it, looking at Bamf through upside-down eyes expectantly.

Without question or comment Bamf spat upon his own hand and thrust it into Junior’s so they could give each other a hard shake. “Alright, up, put some pants on and we’ll rock and roll.”

Deal secured with an unbreakable vow, Junior groaned as he rolled of the bed and onto the floor with a thud, grumbling as he stood and wandered back into his own room and acquired said pants, now remembering that his insistence that shentis had been and always would be better is what had started their discussion in the first place. “What kind of name is ‘codpiece’ anyway?’ He complained as he returned to Bamf’s room. “You could have come up with a better name than that.”

"I didn’t come up with the name!" He hollered down the hallway as Junior shuffled off scratching his ass. Snapping shut the laptop he put his wallet and his phone into the top drawer of his dresser. He wouldn’t need them in the past. His dagger he thrust in his boot, his god’s hair waistlet and puzzle checked, and then he was ready to go! Rock and roll! "Hurry up Ugly!!"

Junior and Bamf's Excellent Adventure 2: Medieval Boogaloo

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"And I’m calling bullshit. There is no way people ever actually wore a metal tent over their dicks and called it fashion." They were sprawled across each other in Bamf’s room at the cathedral as they often ended up, Junior splayed across the elders lap looking upside-down at the pictures Bamf was…

"They fuckin’ did!" Bamf insisted. He was all sunshine and light, sure, but Junior had the magic ability to make him swear like a sailor in heat. It was a nice afternoon in many ways. Bamf always liked lying about with Junior doing silly things like this. "Seriously, do you think I just make this shit up?" He prodded, poking Junior’s cheek with the pointy end of his index finger. "If I jumped us back to the fifteen hundreds or something you’d totally fucking see."

"I’m pretty sure you make up like 80% of what you say." He retorted, biting at the finger that had dared touch his flawless cheek. "If you jumped us to then you wouldn’t find anything resembling a metal cock. You’d probably find a witch though, you’re good at that." He smiled cheekily up at the elder, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

"….You’re such a shit." He deadpanned. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go back in time. I’ll jump us there and then you’ll see that I’m not fucking joking."

"And you’re an ass." Man siblings were just the best. "Alright fine. But you gotta bet something. If I’m right, which I will be, you have to make me those super complicated cupcakes that taste how sex feels."

"The chocolate ones with the crispy bacon bits on top?" He winced, grumbling. "Fine but if I’m right you’ve got to… you’ve got to…. You’ve got to babysit Blackmail for a month!"

"Mmm yeah those." Was his mouth watering? "A month?! One tray of cupcakes does not equal a month of monster sitting!" He and Blackmail may have been on better terms now, but he was still 14 and Blackmail 4, there was only so much bonding he could take. "You know what fine; I’m so confidant I’m right I’ll take your bet." He stuck his hand out and spat on it, looking at Bamf through upside-down eyes expectantly.

Without question or comment Bamf spat upon his own hand and thrust it into Junior’s so they could give each other a hard shake. “Alright, up, put some pants on and we’ll rock and roll.”

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"And I’m calling bullshit. There is no way people ever actually wore a metal tent over their dicks and called it fashion." They were sprawled across each other in Bamf’s room at the cathedral as they often ended up, Junior splayed across the elders lap looking upside-down at the pictures Bamf was…

"They fuckin’ did!" Bamf insisted. He was all sunshine and light, sure, but Junior had the magic ability to make him swear like a sailor in heat. It was a nice afternoon in many ways. Bamf always liked lying about with Junior doing silly things like this. "Seriously, do you think I just make this shit up?" He prodded, poking Junior’s cheek with the pointy end of his index finger. "If I jumped us back to the fifteen hundreds or something you’d totally fucking see."

"I’m pretty sure you make up like 80% of what you say." He retorted, biting at the finger that had dared touch his flawless cheek. "If you jumped us to then you wouldn’t find anything resembling a metal cock. You’d probably find a witch though, you’re good at that." He smiled cheekily up at the elder, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

"….You’re such a shit." He deadpanned. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go back in time. I’ll jump us there and then you’ll see that I’m not fucking joking."

"And you’re an ass." Man siblings were just the best. "Alright fine. But you gotta bet something. If I’m right, which I will be, you have to make me those super complicated cupcakes that taste how sex feels."

"The chocolate ones with the crispy bacon bits on top?" He winced, grumbling. "Fine but if I’m right you’ve got to… you’ve got to…. You’ve got to babysit Blackmail for a month!"

Junior and Bamf's Excellent Adventure 2: Medieval Boogaloo

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"And I’m calling bullshit. There is no way people ever actually wore a metal tent over their dicks and called it fashion." They were sprawled across each other in Bamf’s room at the cathedral as they often ended up, Junior splayed across the elders lap looking upside-down at the pictures Bamf was…

"They fuckin’ did!" Bamf insisted. He was all sunshine and light, sure, but Junior had the magic ability to make him swear like a sailor in heat. It was a nice afternoon in many ways. Bamf always liked lying about with Junior doing silly things like this. "Seriously, do you think I just make this shit up?" He prodded, poking Junior’s cheek with the pointy end of his index finger. "If I jumped us back to the fifteen hundreds or something you’d totally fucking see."

"I’m pretty sure you make up like 80% of what you say." He retorted, biting at the finger that had dared touch his flawless cheek. "If you jumped us to then you wouldn’t find anything resembling a metal cock. You’d probably find a witch though, you’re good at that." He smiled cheekily up at the elder, sticking his tongue out for good measure.

"….You’re such a shit." He deadpanned. "You know what? Fine. Let’s go back in time. I’ll jump us there and then you’ll see that I’m not fucking joking."

Junior and Bamf's Excellent Adventure 2: Medieval Boogaloo

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"And I’m calling bullshit. There is no way people ever actually wore a metal tent over their dicks and called it fashion." They were sprawled across each other in Bamf’s room at the cathedral as they often ended up, Junior splayed across the elders lap looking upside-down at the pictures Bamf was…

"They fuckin’ did!" Bamf insisted. He was all sunshine and light, sure, but Junior had the magic ability to make him swear like a sailor in heat. It was a nice afternoon in many ways. Bamf always liked lying about with Junior doing silly things like this. "Seriously, do you think I just make this shit up?" He prodded, poking Junior’s cheek with the pointy end of his index finger. "If I jumped us back to the fifteen hundreds or something you’d totally fucking see."

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"Heeeeello?" He called, swinging his hands in his jacket pockets. "Other-Father? Dad?" He wasn't sure what he was walking into but it was well worth the risk. He felt normal so, maybe...

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The energy within the cathedral was renewed, what weight pressing so heavily down upon the occupants no longer lingering as it had before. Perhaps it occurred when the hold Mother had over them was severed, releasing them from the burden of her vigilant observations. It could have been the obvious release of the pressure between the King and the royal man who had become the other half of himself due to circumstance, drawing them together like they never would have otherwise. He didn’t imagine their paths would have crossed at all had Yugi not happened to wander in his company on those long days of mourning Atemu suffered.

The general aura of the cathedral remained very much the same, the whispering of the spirits caught in their eternal rotation of being, living and reliving moments seared into the fabric of time, double exposure. But the attitudes were… light. Lighter than they had been in quite a long while. There was something very special to celebrate outside of victory against the Gods.

A princess had only just turned one. A year that had been trying, but more rewarding than they ever would have imagined was possible. Hera had not been planned. Hera had been the result of an anon’s act, striking them in ways perhaps meant to press a wedge between them, a promise of pain for Heba who would carry her, who would have eventually to birth her. There were questions they formulated on how it would be carried out, there were fears that arose when it finally came to the day of her fated entrance into the world, but they regretted nothing.

The King now pushed himself to return to his original strength, he ignored what limitations his body might set upon him, and worked harder still to test his endurance. He did permit himself to walk with the assistance of a cane during the off time, not totally ignorant of his conditions.

Atemu? He refused such blatant signs of weakness, no matter how it might be observed physically. It didn’t matter the opinion imagined by others, he could reverse what thought they became sure of, bringing regret to their hearts for ever believing such a thing would stop him.

Things were different than they had been before.

Atemu occupied the church, looking up at the statue of the Madonna, thinking it bizarre the practice of people worshipping an entity that was not earth bound, that was too far out of reach from ever touching. It set them up for failure, as it had with the Other. Yet such obvious discrepancies did not deter them from continuing the trend.

No. People needed instead to realize what strength they could find in far more tangible concepts.

He did not turn with the call of the boy, but he did lower his gaze to focusing ahead, a sign that he heard, that he acknowledged the approach. The bracelets he wore sat comfortably on his wrists, a signature addition he would retain, it would appear.

Blackmail grunted when he was swept into an unyielding hold, not yet old enough to be able to do the same for those far smaller than he. … actually, there weren’t many smaller than he was currently, but one day! One day, he would be intimidation realized, even before they heard the booming tones of his voice demanding immediate compliance at the cost of…. something if it weren’t followed through. 

He smiled, his lips pulled nearly to his ears. “It’s my diet.” He was on a strict regiment of nutrients that did not include stupid ass veggietables. He was going to prove that he could grow just the same with what he chose to fill his body with than what was supposedly required. 

"Would you like to sign a partician I made?" He asked, reaching to claim hold of his brothers hand, walking the invisible line etched into the floor leading to the room of the beautiful princess. Princess Hera in all her glory, upon her throne of baby blankets and toys, and one ugly bone doll sitting near her pillow.

"I don’t think Hera knows what birthday means. Can I have her toys?" He didn’t really give a damn what kind of toys there were. It was the principle of the matter.

He laughed at the struggle. One day Blackmail would indeed be bigger, older and stronger than him; that was the funny way time travel worked after all. He had to enjoy these moments while he had them! Who knew how big Blackmail would grow to be? Hera was taller than he would ever be as a woman so what about this particular Mutou? No one could guess! 

"It’s a fast working diet then," he laughed, "I might have to sign up for that: what are you allowed to eat on this diet, eh?"

He blinked, letting himself be tugged along but the eager little hands. “Depends what the petition is for little man.” Hera ignored them as they entered, she was set on chewing what was in her reach, rolling and sitting and trying to use the crib to stand. 

"Nah we can’t take her toys," he sighed mournfully, "if you do she’ll avenge them on your birthday and then it’ll start a blood feud. We can’t have that within the family!" 

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"Heeeeello?" He called, swinging his hands in his jacket pockets. "Other-Father? Dad?" He wasn't sure what he was walking into but it was well worth the risk. He felt normal so, maybe...

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The energy within the cathedral was renewed, what weight pressing so heavily down upon the occupants no longer lingering as it had before. Perhaps it occurred when the hold Mother had over them was severed, releasing them from the burden of her vigilant observations. It could have been the obvious release of the pressure between the King and the royal man who had become the other half of himself due to circumstance, drawing them together like they never would have otherwise. He didn’t imagine their paths would have crossed at all had Yugi not happened to wander in his company on those long days of mourning Atemu suffered.

The general aura of the cathedral remained very much the same, the whispering of the spirits caught in their eternal rotation of being, living and reliving moments seared into the fabric of time, double exposure. But the attitudes were… light. Lighter than they had been in quite a long while. There was something very special to celebrate outside of victory against the Gods.

A princess had only just turned one. A year that had been trying, but more rewarding than they ever would have imagined was possible. Hera had not been planned. Hera had been the result of an anon’s act, striking them in ways perhaps meant to press a wedge between them, a promise of pain for Heba who would carry her, who would have eventually to birth her. There were questions they formulated on how it would be carried out, there were fears that arose when it finally came to the day of her fated entrance into the world, but they regretted nothing.

The King now pushed himself to return to his original strength, he ignored what limitations his body might set upon him, and worked harder still to test his endurance. He did permit himself to walk with the assistance of a cane during the off time, not totally ignorant of his conditions.

Atemu? He refused such blatant signs of weakness, no matter how it might be observed physically. It didn’t matter the opinion imagined by others, he could reverse what thought they became sure of, bringing regret to their hearts for ever believing such a thing would stop him.

Things were different than they had been before.

Atemu occupied the church, looking up at the statue of the Madonna, thinking it bizarre the practice of people worshipping an entity that was not earth bound, that was too far out of reach from ever touching. It set them up for failure, as it had with the Other. Yet such obvious discrepancies did not deter them from continuing the trend.

No. People needed instead to realize what strength they could find in far more tangible concepts.

He did not turn with the call of the boy, but he did lower his gaze to focusing ahead, a sign that he heard, that he acknowledged the approach. The bracelets he wore sat comfortably on his wrists, a signature addition he would retain, it would appear.

It was only natural for him to begin to consider what negative results might stem from such a scenario aside from the police totally rejecting the possibility of the doll existing as the man they sought. They would not launch it into the fray without a test run, barring any possibility of the magic imposed into it backfiring, doing more damage than they intended. 

"I think this a brilliant idea." Better than anything he came up with on his own. The authorities were not a topic he confronted seriously, though he perhaps should have. Now that they were getting closer to home, perhaps it was time he did just that. He could not allow Bamf to be taken into Foster. ….. whatever that was. It didn’t much matter the meaning of it, it would mean Bamf’s presence was observed by people outside of their range. That was an unacceptable arrangement.

There wasn’t a being in creation that had the right to make such a move against them. There wasn’t anyone he would allow to have his son in the way they imagined. They went about the routine dictated by their job description, but they delved far too deeply into matters they had no way of understanding. They tread dangerous ground, far more than anything previously met.

"I will do what I can to assist you." What challenges awaited them, they would work together. 

He let him go, watching his back retreating up the spiraling case, turning for a moment toward the statue that had once offered him so much peace. His heart was numb to the sight of it. … time. He only needed time. 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERA." It was Blackmail to greet the young prince at the top, his eyes wide, staring at Bamf, Hera off in her bedroom. It seemed the saying of the day, everyone about to receive a rousing hello in such a way.

He flushed. He didn’t even think it was a good idea let alone a brilliant one but if it could work… well there was some potential there at least! It livened his spirit to think he might be useful in this regard. He’d have to set about putting the thing together. He had no idea what he would do for eyes. Would he tattoo lips on? What about eyelashes? How would he— So many questions so little time. He would just have to pour himself into it and see what he could make. 

"Hey Blackmail!" He greeted ducking down to throw his arms round the little man and heft him off his feet. "Ooh you’re gettin big!" He laughed, plopping him back on the floorboards. "Can you show me where the birthday girl is?"