I&#x27;ll bury you in eternal night

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

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chaosmarik:

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“So you still have that.” he noted when he saw the Millennium Ring appearing over the other’s shirt. He had expected Bakura to collide with the copy. The real one kept chasing too but the injury weakened him and he was getting slower. He was losing energy.

Bakura grabbed the Ring and clutched it against his chest tightly, as though worried it would become the target.

“It’s dead. Like me.” He called back, hoping that if this Ishtar was after power that’d ward him off.

He stopped at a fire escape and started to clamber up, hoping to make a less valuable target when not trapped on the ground. It wasn’t easy going with his burnt arm, fingers numb from the energy aftershocks. Maybe he could break in a window? And to try and keep Marik off his back and turned and chucked another knife when he was in range.

“Just piss the fuck off! You ain’t getting shit today, tall, dark and freaky.”

He followed him to the fire escape. He looked up as the other was climbing and then laughed. “You are making this too easy!” he said and pointed his Rod replica up, ready to shoot. “Any last words?”

Dal did not stop, clambering up with burnt arm clutched to his chest, swearing under his breath. Damnit. Why did this shit happen to him? How come all the other fuckers got sparkles out their assholes and he was here with his humdrum host?

“Yeah! If you strike me down I’ll become more powerful than you could possibly imagine!” He quoted dramatically, then kicked in the nearest window to escape into a random apartment.

“I struck you down before and you don’t seem to be that powerful now.” he said and shot an energy ball. But it missed when the other escaped into the random apartment. He decided to let him go. He needed to retrieve to recover. He opened a portal and vanished.

#Chaosmarik #// yay he survived!#// thank u for not killing my baby #// good Boi Marik

"That's cause you ain't seen my dick." He hissed, but it was probably only to himself. He'd tripped on his way in and had to brush his clothes off before he gapped it through the apartment. No one was home, lucky for him, and he made his way out quickly. Then he loitered in the hallways for an hour before finally checking to see if Ishtar was gone. Finally.

With a shudder and far more watchful eyes than before, he went home.

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

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chaosmarik:

“So you still have that.” he noted when he saw the Millennium Ring appearing over the other’s shirt. He had expected Bakura to collide with the copy. The real one kept chasing too but the injury weakened him and he was getting slower. He was losing energy.

Bakura grabbed the Ring and clutched it against his chest tightly, as though worried it would become the target.

“It’s dead. Like me.” He called back, hoping that if this Ishtar was after power that’d ward him off.

He stopped at a fire escape and started to clamber up, hoping to make a less valuable target when not trapped on the ground. It wasn’t easy going with his burnt arm, fingers numb from the energy aftershocks. Maybe he could break in a window? And to try and keep Marik off his back and turned and chucked another knife when he was in range.

“Just piss the fuck off! You ain’t getting shit today, tall, dark and freaky.”

He followed him to the fire escape. He looked up as the other was climbing and then laughed. “You are making this too easy!” he said and pointed his Rod replica up, ready to shoot. “Any last words?”

Dal did not stop, clambering up with burnt arm clutched to his chest, swearing under his breath. Damnit. Why did this shit happen to him? How come all the other fuckers got sparkles out their assholes and he was here with his humdrum host?

"Yeah! If you strike me down I'll become more powerful than you could possibly imagine!" He quoted dramatically, then kicked in the nearest window to escape into a random apartment.

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

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As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He’d go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

He kept looking around. Then he looked behind the stall. “There you are.” he said when he found his target.

He didn’t wait for the end of the sentence. Bakura pounced, all sleek muscle and stupidly bright coloured clothes. Knife first straight for the gut as he tackled him to the ground.

“Piss the fuck off, freakshow!”

He fell to the ground when he was tackled. He had expected some kind of fight and now he got it. “Nice hit.” he said when the knife hit him. It hurt but as always he liked it. However the tackle had made him drop his Millennium Rod replica.

“Yeah? Want another?” He dug in, twisting the knife. Pain might not be as big a deterrent as he’d hoped, but it had to do something. “The shadows already tried to consume me. They fucking failed. You can’t kill a ghost, motherfucker. So stay down.”

“I’m going to enjoy this.” he said. Glowing particles came out of the wound. He raised up his hand and produced an energy ball but didn’t let go of it. He hoped to scare the other off him.

Fuck this shit, he was out. He drew back rapidly, trying to knee Marik in the crotch in his scramble to get some distance between them, anything to give himself an edge if of the game of cat and mouse was continuing.

It had gone as he had expected and he threw the ball after the other when he scrambled away. He then got up and picked up his Millennium Rod replica. but he was wounded. He would have to retreat soon but he was going to have some fun before that. The tip of his Rod glowed and a copy of him appeared behind Bakura. Malik hoped Bakura would run straight into it. It was just an illusion, though.

Dal swore as the ball of crackling energy streaked after him. He wasn’t a magician or a superhuman, he couldn’t dodge magic forever. The attack glanced across his arm, sending shooting pain up his bones and burning flesh. The Millennium Ring sizzled in response, reappearing over his shirt and glowing as it attempted to mitigate the magical discharge.

It was enough to get him to look around and by the time he looked back where he was going the replica was in place. He skidded to a halt, a hair away from colliding with what he assumed to be his adversary, and he took a sharp left to scamper across the road. He was worse at a range but maybe now he just had to outlast his opponent, and running was safer than confronting.

“So you still have that.” he noted when he saw the Millennium Ring appearing over the other’s shirt. He had expected Bakura to collide with the copy. The real one kept chasing too but the injury weakened him and he was getting slower. He was losing energy.

#Chaosmarik #// :)#// I am glad Dal will survive but I forsee lots of cat and mouse in his future until Marik gets bored lol

Bakura grabbed the Ring and clutched it against his chest tightly, as though worried it would become the target.

"It's dead. Like me." He called back, hoping that if this Ishtar was after power that'd ward him off.

He stopped at a fire escape and started to clamber up, hoping to make a less valuable target when not trapped on the ground. It wasn't easy going with his burnt arm, fingers numb from the energy aftershocks. Maybe he could break in a window? And to try and keep Marik off his back and turned and chucked another knife when he was in range.

"Just piss the fuck off! You ain't getting shit today, tall, dark and freaky."

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

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As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He’d go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

He kept looking around. Then he looked behind the stall. “There you are.” he said when he found his target.

He didn’t wait for the end of the sentence. Bakura pounced, all sleek muscle and stupidly bright coloured clothes. Knife first straight for the gut as he tackled him to the ground.

“Piss the fuck off, freakshow!”

He fell to the ground when he was tackled. He had expected some kind of fight and now he got it. “Nice hit.” he said when the knife hit him. It hurt but as always he liked it. However the tackle had made him drop his Millennium Rod replica.

“Yeah? Want another?” He dug in, twisting the knife. Pain might not be as big a deterrent as he’d hoped, but it had to do something. “The shadows already tried to consume me. They fucking failed. You can’t kill a ghost, motherfucker. So stay down.”

“I’m going to enjoy this.” he said. Glowing particles came out of the wound. He raised up his hand and produced an energy ball but didn’t let go of it. He hoped to scare the other off him.

Fuck this shit, he was out. He drew back rapidly, trying to knee Marik in the crotch in his scramble to get some distance between them, anything to give himself an edge if of the game of cat and mouse was continuing.

It had gone as he had expected and he threw the ball after the other when he scrambled away. He then got up and picked up his Millennium Rod replica. but he was wounded. He would have to retreat soon but he was going to have some fun before that. The tip of his Rod glowed and a copy of him appeared behind Bakura. Malik hoped Bakura would run straight into it. It was just an illusion, though.

#Chaosmarik #// I hope it was OK lmk if anything should be different

Dal swore as the ball of crackling energy streaked after him. He wasn't a magician or a superhuman, he couldn't dodge magic forever. The attack glanced across his arm, sending shooting pain up his bones and burning flesh. The Millennium Ring sizzled in response, reappearing over his shirt and glowing as it attempted to mitigate the magical discharge.

It was enough to get him to look around and by the time he looked back where he was going the replica was in place. He skidded to a halt, a hair away from colliding with what he assumed to be his adversary, and he took a sharp left to scamper across the road. He was worse at a range but maybe now he just had to outlast his opponent, and running was safer than confronting.

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𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts from the TV show “Brooklyn Nine-Nine”, feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary) TW: suicide mention, murder mention

“All men are at least 30% attracted to me.”

“Not to brag, but I was name-checked in my kindergarten teacher’s suicide note.”

“I feel like I’m the Paris of people.”

“The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts.”

“So you choose your dad over me, your co-worker who hates you?”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you is I don’t value you as people, so why be honest?”

“I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood’s supposed to be.”

“Rules are made to be broken.”

“Welcome to the murder.”

“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”

“Ooh, someone’s in trouble. It’s me. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.”

“Everything is garbage.”

“And when this is over, I’m going to find you, and I’m going to break those little fingers.”

“I’d rather walk into the freezing ocean.”

“All smiling is horrible. This is worse.”

“I never throw up. I just tell my stomach to deal with it. My body is terrified of me.”

“I bet she tucked herself into bed too tight and got stuck.”

“You can’t let other people’s opinions get in the way of what you want, especially because other people suck.”

“Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.”

“Plans are plans. I’m a bad ass, not an anarchist.”

“See, told you it was rude to be early. Well, let’s cancel the entire evening and try again next year.”

“This is taking too long! I’m gonna miss the farmer’s market!”

“I’m a detective. I will detect.”

“The only muscle I care to work out is my brain.”

#Reblog meme

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He’d go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

He kept looking around. Then he looked behind the stall. “There you are.” he said when he found his target.

He didn’t wait for the end of the sentence. Bakura pounced, all sleek muscle and stupidly bright coloured clothes. Knife first straight for the gut as he tackled him to the ground.

“Piss the fuck off, freakshow!”

He fell to the ground when he was tackled. He had expected some kind of fight and now he got it. “Nice hit.” he said when the knife hit him. It hurt but as always he liked it. However the tackle had made him drop his Millennium Rod replica.

“Yeah? Want another?” He dug in, twisting the knife. Pain might not be as big a deterrent as he’d hoped, but it had to do something. “The shadows already tried to consume me. They fucking failed. You can’t kill a ghost, motherfucker. So stay down.”

“I’m going to enjoy this.” he said. Glowing particles came out of the wound. He raised up his hand and produced an energy ball but didn’t let go of it. He hoped to scare the other off him.

Fuck this shit, he was out. He drew back rapidly, trying to knee Marik in the crotch in his scramble to get some distance between them, anything to give himself an edge if of the game of cat and mouse was continuing.

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PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND REFORMED VILLAINS

❝ so is that a ‘no’ to solving this with murder…? ❞

❝ look i said i’d help you let’s not make a big thing out of it. ❞

❝ i’m only helping you to make sure you don’t fuck it up. ❞

❝ okay, i’m just gonna nod and pretend to get this whole moral high ground speech you’re giving me so we can move on. ❞

❝ i know you can be so much more than this. ❞

❝ would you just stop treating me like something you’re trying to fix? ❞

❝ don’t get any weird ass ideas, i’m just here cause we want the same thing. ❞

❝ why do you do that? every time i think we’re getting somewhere you shut down and do something stupid to try push me away again. ❞

❝ see the thing about your plan is, it’s not gonna fucking work. let me do this my way. ❞

❝ i’m only saying this once so don’t ever bring it up again, but i actually like having you around. you challenge me. i like that. ❞

❝ stop posturing and just let me help you. ❞

❝ we do work well together, but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do. ❞

❝ okay, i’m sick of you acting like i’ve somehow had it easier than you. ‘cause i haven’t. i just choose not to be a dick about my shit. ❞

❝ you make me want to be better. sometimes that feels good, but a lot of the time…i feel like it’ll never be enough. ❞

❝ i never asked you to change, why can’t you just accept how i am too? ❞

❝ i know you can be better—i’ve seen you be better than this! ❞

❝ why does it matter so much to you what i choose to be? ❞

❝ actually, i think we rub off on each other quite well. ❞

❝ okay if you smile at me like that one more time i’m going home you smug little shit. ❞

❝ no— don’t start. i’m here, i’m making an effort. ❞

❝ you’ve got quite the mean streak in you, haven’t you? i’m impressed. ❞

❝ wow, i didn’t think you knew how to be selfish. ❞

❝ well, i didn’t think you knew how to be selfless. ❞

❝ i have a lot of regrets. and if i’m honest, i envy you. you alway seem so sure of what is or isn’t right. ❞

❝ if you would just let me speak for a moment you’d see we’re on the same side here. ❞

❝ if you tell anyone about last night, i’ll cut your tongue off. ❞

❝ alright, so we kissed. don’t get so bent out of shape about it. ❞

❝ are you ashamed? about being with me? ❞

❝ it’s not that i don’t want anyone to know about us, i just don’t think they’d understand. ❞

❝ i think you like being around me ‘cause you don’t quite have to be so uptight as you do with all your little friends. ❞

❝ i can’t seem to stay away from you. ❞

❝ alright, okay—we’ll do this your way. but i can’t promise there won’t be mild complaining. ❞

❝ i said i’m fine. go find someone who actually likes your fussing. ❞

❝ careful there, someone might think you’re actually starting to care. ❞

❝ it’s fine, you wouldn’t be—well, you, if you could do something like this. that’s why i’m here isn’t it? ❞

❝ you brought me along because i can do things you can’t handle. so just let me do my part then, yeah? ❞

❝ no, lets find another way. ❞

❝ someday, you’re gonna have to learn there isn’t always another way. there isn’t always a right answer. ❞

❝ before i met you, i used to understand where i stood on everything. now it’s all…mixed up. ❞

❝ the world has never been black and white, you’re just starting to see the grey for the first time. ❞

❝ you don’t have to do this, let me do it for you. ❞

❝ no, we’ll do this together. ❞

❝ i’m not heartless, you know. i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time. ❞

❝ i don’t think you’re weak, by the way. in fact, in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess. ❞

❝ just because i don’t do things the way you do doesn’t mean i’m wrong. ❞

❝ i do trust you. you’ve earned that. ❞

❝ oh god, don’t look at me like that. i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face. ❞

❝ i didn’t let you down, i don’t answer to you! ❞

❝ why can’t you just try to have a little hope? ❞

❝ i may live to regret saying this, but i agree with you actually. ❞

#Reblog meme

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He’d go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

He kept looking around. Then he looked behind the stall. “There you are.” he said when he found his target.

He didn’t wait for the end of the sentence. Bakura pounced, all sleek muscle and stupidly bright coloured clothes. Knife first straight for the gut as he tackled him to the ground.

“Piss the fuck off, freakshow!”

He fell to the ground when he was tackled. He had expected some kind of fight and now he got it. “Nice hit.” he said when the knife hit him. It hurt but as always he liked it. However the tackle had made him drop his Millennium Rod replica.

"Yeah? Want another?" He dug in, twisting the knife. Pain might not be as big a deterrent as he'd hoped, but it had to do something. "The shadows already tried to consume me. They fucking failed. You can't kill a ghost, motherfucker. So stay down."

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He’d go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

He kept looking around. Then he looked behind the stall. “There you are.” he said when he found his target.

He didn't wait for the end of the sentence. Bakura pounced, all sleek muscle and stupidly bright coloured clothes. Knife first straight for the gut as he tackled him to the ground.

"Piss the fuck off, freakshow!"

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

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He looked behind him. There was no one there. Bakura had tricked him. He was going to sure the other would regret it. And the other was running away? What was with this guy? He quickly pulled out of his Millennium Rod replica and shot an energy ball at him.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away.”

“What the fuck. What the fuck?!” He chanted to himself as he ran. He risked a look back and immediately almost got shot in the face with the sizzling blast of energy.

“What the fuck!” He shouted back in pointless retaliation, before darting down a side street and trying to zigzag his way through the city. He was not sticking around to get fried by Ishtars walking talking mental illness.

He was amused by the other’s reaction. Next he just ran after him. “So we are playing cat and mouse.” he noted. He was enjoying the chase.

“I ain’t playing shit!” He skidded to a halt by a rubbish bin, tore off the lid and flung it at Marik like a Frisbee. Then he was off again.

“The fuck do you want?!”

He dodged the lid. “It’s simple. I want you.” he answered and kept chasing. He had to admit the other was fast. “Who would have thought you had become such a coward.”

Oh fucking hell. “What?!” Bakura screeched. “Ever heard of asking a guy to dinner? Get some manners, cockface!”

Coward or not, he was not stopping. His previous experience with Ishtars hadn’t exactly given him any reason to hope for mercy and he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could punch magic and win.

“Alright. I want you. As a dinner to the darkness.” he laughed. He wondered how long the other could run.

Too many swear words ran through his mind, catching his tongue, so he just gave an exasperated, and somewhat strained groan in response. Fast he might be but it didn’t seem this guy was even close to tiring or giving up.

After taking one corner he ducked back behind a stall, hand gripping a knife he’d pulled from his backpack, waiting for the other to go past before attacking.

As the other took a corner the barian lost him in his sight. At the corner he slowed down. He didn’t see Bakura but he was sure he couldn’t have gone far so he looked around. “Come out wherever you are.” he teased.

Dal did not come out whever he was. He stayed, crouched in his active pose, ready to pounce. He'd go for the kidneys, or maybe the throat if he got a good enough chance. Anything disabling so he could get the fuck away.

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Roleplay Starters & Prompts

starbrightbakura

❂ -- It's incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.

☁︎ -- A dream (or nightmare) about your muse.

❆ -- It's snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

☯ -- My muse meets yours in a tranquil setting.

✆ -- A text message from my muse.

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

☂ -- My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

✑ -- Something my muse has written about your muse. ( Could be a letter, drawing, etc. )

↭ -- My muse is lost and stops to ask your muse for directions.

⌖ -- My muse's reaction to accidentally shooting your muse.

◌ -- Some of my muse's thoughts about your muse.

☉ -- My muse is undressing when your muse accidentally walks into the room.

✬ -- My muse conveys one of their wishes to you.

¤ -- In some turn of events, your muse ends up staying with mine.

❅ -- Our muses are trying to warm up after spending a day outside in the snow.

♪ -- My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.

❊ -- My muse gives yours some flowers.

❁ -- My muse's reaction to receiving a rose from your muse.

✧ -- A kiss from my muse to yours.

◎ -- My muse's reaction to being kissed by yours.

♡ -- A romantic gift from my muse.

#Reblog meme

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

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chaosmarik:

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He looked behind him. There was no one there. Bakura had tricked him. He was going to sure the other would regret it. And the other was running away? What was with this guy? He quickly pulled out of his Millennium Rod replica and shot an energy ball at him.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away.”

“What the fuck. What the fuck?!” He chanted to himself as he ran. He risked a look back and immediately almost got shot in the face with the sizzling blast of energy.

“What the fuck!” He shouted back in pointless retaliation, before darting down a side street and trying to zigzag his way through the city. He was not sticking around to get fried by Ishtars walking talking mental illness.

He was amused by the other’s reaction. Next he just ran after him. “So we are playing cat and mouse.” he noted. He was enjoying the chase.

“I ain’t playing shit!” He skidded to a halt by a rubbish bin, tore off the lid and flung it at Marik like a Frisbee. Then he was off again.

“The fuck do you want?!”

He dodged the lid. “It’s simple. I want you.” he answered and kept chasing. He had to admit the other was fast. “Who would have thought you had become such a coward.”

Oh fucking hell. “What?!” Bakura screeched. “Ever heard of asking a guy to dinner? Get some manners, cockface!”

Coward or not, he was not stopping. His previous experience with Ishtars hadn’t exactly given him any reason to hope for mercy and he wasn’t stupid enough to think he could punch magic and win.

“Alright. I want you. As a dinner to the darkness.” he laughed. He wondered how long the other could run.

Too many swear words ran through his mind, catching his tongue, so he just gave an exasperated, and somewhat strained groan in response. Fast he might be but it didn't seem this guy was even close to tiring or giving up.

After taking one corner he ducked back behind a stall, hand gripping a knife he'd pulled from his backpack, waiting for the other to go past before attacking.

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

He looked behind him. There was no one there. Bakura had tricked him. He was going to sure the other would regret it. And the other was running away? What was with this guy? He quickly pulled out of his Millennium Rod replica and shot an energy ball at him.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away.”

“What the fuck. What the fuck?!” He chanted to himself as he ran. He risked a look back and immediately almost got shot in the face with the sizzling blast of energy.

“What the fuck!” He shouted back in pointless retaliation, before darting down a side street and trying to zigzag his way through the city. He was not sticking around to get fried by Ishtars walking talking mental illness.

He was amused by the other’s reaction. Next he just ran after him. “So we are playing cat and mouse.” he noted. He was enjoying the chase.

“I ain’t playing shit!” He skidded to a halt by a rubbish bin, tore off the lid and flung it at Marik like a Frisbee. Then he was off again.

“The fuck do you want?!”

He dodged the lid. “It’s simple. I want you.” he answered and kept chasing. He had to admit the other was fast. “Who would have thought you had become such a coward.”

Oh fucking hell. "What?!" Bakura screeched. "Ever heard of asking a guy to dinner? Get some manners, cockface!"

Coward or not, he was not stopping. His previous experience with Ishtars hadn't exactly given him any reason to hope for mercy and he wasn't stupid enough to think he could punch magic and win.

"ᕙ( •̀ ︿•́ )ᕗ"(chaosmarik)

Bakura peered at him, looking the man up and down. And up. And down. Damn. Tall. Way too confident. Probably crazy and possibly wielding some shifty magic powers. Well there was only one thing for it.

"Well well Ishtar. You've made a classic blunder! You- Oh shit is that your big brother behind you?!"

And he was off, running as fast as he could away advancing towards future victories.

dastardlydalliances:

chaosmarik:

He looked behind him. There was no one there. Bakura had tricked him. He was going to sure the other would regret it. And the other was running away? What was with this guy? He quickly pulled out of his Millennium Rod replica and shot an energy ball at him.

“Don’t think I’ll let you get away.”

“What the fuck. What the fuck?!” He chanted to himself as he ran. He risked a look back and immediately almost got shot in the face with the sizzling blast of energy.

“What the fuck!” He shouted back in pointless retaliation, before darting down a side street and trying to zigzag his way through the city. He was not sticking around to get fried by Ishtars walking talking mental illness.

He was amused by the other’s reaction. Next he just ran after him. “So we are playing cat and mouse.” he noted. He was enjoying the chase.

"I ain't playing shit!" He skidded to a halt by a rubbish bin, tore off the lid and flung it at Marik like a Frisbee. Then he was off again.

"The fuck do you want?!"

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Joey faltered a bit, truthfully no, he didn't want to fight. But supposedly Bakura had been talking shit. He didn't know how true that actually was but...knowing Bakura it had to be, right?

"Haunted by who? Yuh? You're not scary," he huffed, straight up lying," What kinda curse?"

He definitely would rather not be cursed, nor haunted. Maybe he really was going to back out. Shit.