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Carvingsverse/Magic AU: Imagine an original magical world with a mythos revolving around Duel Monsters as gods and powerful magicians who have crafted all laws and magics of the world through artisanal crafts, but these powerful magicians fought over how their gifts to humanity have been used, so now their ways are somewhat lost... Yugi is a woodcarver who suddenly gains magic when fate bids him meet both an amnesiac Apprentice who was once the prince of a lost kingdom (Atem) and a lonely Apprentice of a forbidden magic who lives alone in a dilapidated manor on a lake (Ryou). Atem and Thief King grow up together Prince of Egypt-style in this one, the dragons from the DOMA Arc appear (kind of), there are endless cameos of beloved Duel Monsters, and the Ishtars show up in a later side story.

Shadows/Ghost Hunter AU: Ryou and Yugi hunt ghosts, Buzzfeed Unsolved style: Ryou is the lovingly self-titled "ghost magnet" and writes entries for his blog as a full-time freelancer. Yugi is the Tech Guy; between his part-time work as a programmer at Industrial Illusions, he creates their ghost hunting gear and vlogs about their experiences. They take on a haunting case at the Hawkins House and come across some cursed artifacts, which contain malevolent spirits that end up possessing them. The four of them end up uncovering an awful truth about the place-- a truth that ends up threatening their lives.

.hack//YGO, Kaiba's POV: You are Seto Kaiba, the heir to Kaiba Corp, which is mass producing a strange MMORPG that Pegasus J. Crawford created called The World. Lately this game has caused an alarming amount of people to fall into comas, and your adoptive father and his executive team have been covering up the scandal by pinning the blame on the hackers and silencing users who have expressed concerns. While these incidents are none of your concern, your brother has begun to investigate these incidents, and when Mokuba becomes unable to log out of the game (and also falls into a coma irl) you are spurred into action and must figure out how to eliminate the virus that's infected the game - even if it means stooping to the level of a hacker yourself.

.hack//YGO, Yugi's POV: You are Yugi Muto, an average player of The World, and you play with your friends all the time. You enter a dungeon and encounter both a mysterious woman and a strange enemy. As you hear another player telling you to log off, this enemy data drains one of your friends, and they fall into a coma irl. When you next log in you receive a message from a user named Amane, who invites you to Δ Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground, where they explain that their friends have also fallen into comas because of this virus. You work together with this user, unaware that they are your classmate Ryou Bakura, whom you've really wanted to get closer to since he transferred into your class...

I am so blessed with these new episodes seeing more panels of Eric...☆

As you can see, yes, i'm still in the 'loving the beautiful sheep' phase, mom, shut up

“—Gyver. Angus. Twenty-four. AB neg. I’ve got it all right here, Mr. MacGyver.” She waves the clipboard at him and takes a seat on the stool at her desk, allowing the momentum to roll her a few feet across the tile until she puts a purple Sketcher-clad foot down and comes to a stop in front of him.

“Just Mac.”

“Okay, Mac.” She pulls the pen from behind her ear and runs the tip along the top page as she skims the lines.

“And you’re…?”

She meets his eyes for a moment, warm brown eyes flicking between his as if to gauge his motives, before turning back to her clipboard with a smirk. “Dr. Davis will be just fine.”

“Davis. Been hearing that name a lot, lately, what with the elections coming up. My neighbors had his sign in their yard.”

The pen takes up residence between her teeth as she flips a few pages. “Not you, huh?”

“Not really my guy, no. But my political opinions are pretty much moot now, anyway. You?”

She spares him an arch glance. “It’s not polite to ask people who they’re voting for, Mac.”

“You just asked me. Besides, that’s not exactly what I said.”

“We’ve established that you can no longer vote. But in the interest of fairness,” she chuckles, flipping back a page and marking something, “no. He’s not really my guy, either.”

He quirks an eyebrow, carefully studying a callous at the base of his thumb. “Interesting. Seems like most daughters would vote for their dad.” He senses her go still and chances a look up, shrugging sheepishly. “I remembered you from a photo in the Times last year. A charity gala, or something.”

Her lips have taken on all the softness of a marble statue but her voice is casual as she meets his eyes. “Personal life is off limits while I’m at work, Mr. MacGyver. So for you, that means—”

“Always. Got it. I apologize, I overstepped.”

“I accept.” Her mouth softens into a smile that he’s pleased to see meets her eyes before she turns back to his file. “I see you’re diabetic?”

Mac nods. “Since I can remember.”

Police: Come on, you know what you did.