emudii:

title: chemicals
series: yugioh
prompt: inconvenient arousal; kaiba/y. yuugi
note: (04/27/2012; 390) prompted by takaburuzo; img; subtext be damned, take it all as you will

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Stress.

It’s popularly said, in the moment before death, your life flashes before your eyes. As someone who has supposedly, technically been dead on more than one ocassion, Kaiba is a skeptic, through and through. Being forcefully revisited by your past is romanticism at its worst—and really, he might only be so damned fortunate. In his personal experience, everything sped up. The future loomed, huge and horrible and so fast that there was nothing but the stillness of the moment, the singular breath trapped in your lungs—the future, like a freight train on a collision course with your brain, running on the speed of stress chemicals, and all you can do is watch.

Like now: one split second before impact. Seto sees Mokuba in vicious detail, his excitement an explosion, propelling him forward like a missile, aimed dead center. He sees Yuugi out of the corner of his eye. The fresh sheen of heat, the startled gasp caught between his teeth. Guilty. Maybe just as guilty but he isn’t about to have someone pounce into his lap, where there would be nothing but a pillow between him and the biggest Tekken-induced boner in the history of the game. The end of his life is in T-minus three seconds and it’s all Yuugi’s fault. Nothing new there.

Too many battle chemicals between them. But that’s what makes it so enjoyable, isn’t it? This thing, untapped and untamed and just beyond systematic control. Of course it’d be the death of him.

And his body is still coiling in on itself, bracing for the worst, when a shadow passes in front of his face, echoed by the rasp of fabric against his nose, and suddenly Mokuba is somewhere over his head instead. It’s so startling that it takes a moment to come about and find Isono hauling the boy over his shoulder. “Young Master, Kaiba-sama is in the third round,” he’s chiding, gently, while giving Seto the most understanding look that actually isn’t. “This is a critical moment.”

He nods his thanks dumbly. And doesn’t dare to look at Yuugi until they are safely around the couch. When he does, the bastard is smothering a laugh into his palm. But before he can get good and properly pissed about it, Yuugi stops and turns that grin on him. “…Winner takes all?”

THANK YOU ROBEAN <3

Queen of Antiva: WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE.

queenofantiva:

We STILL have yet to see any Turian females in-game.
What the fuck is up with that?!
I can understand production costs of the in game models if they were special cases like the Krogan, but Turian women were shipped off to military training at 15 just like the boys. And even if they didn’t serve…

I figured it was because they didn’t know how to present them in a way that would satisfy everyone. No matter how (if) they design them now, they’ll be contradicting something previously in their canon. The female turian in that comic had no fringe and had what looked like breasts, which, uh, is a big mistake in my book. Turians are meant to be avian; Bioware has said so over and over, and birds don’t have those. And Garrus’ comment during his romance scene in ME2 suggests that females do, in fact, have fringes.

But you are absolutely right. There should be female turians around.