Fallen Gravekeeper

Indie Malik Ishtar. AU's, Selective OC's, One-line to Multi RP/Asks welcome

[nocturnaleworld]

“My death will be probably caused by being sarcastic at the wrong time”

The ENTP’s motto.

[zorkisms]

@disobedientkeeper The pillow did make contact with the back of Mariku’s head, and the blond gave a growl in response. Of course Shuji would make such a motion. Especially when flustered. It didn’t excuse the response to bowl over the other with a pillow. “He thinks that you’re not serious.” How could he not become involved? Being in the same room, you couldn’t block out everything. Bakura gave a shrug in response. “If he wants to listen or even believe me, that’s on him. I can work on other things instead.” Malik just took off quickly. Perhaps too quickly. The fiend stretched out on the couch thanks to Malik’s absence.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

After a few moments to cool down, and revaluate what Bakura had said (not to mention Mariku) the blond mulled over it in his head before coming back out into the living room.

He picked up the throw pillow, and then carefully took a space on the couch once again. He was just going to pretend he didn't hear anything. Malik's logic equaled out to:

If I don't acknowledge what he said, then it didn't happen. Searching for a change of subject he frowned.

"I wasn't leaving for good. I was going to be right back."

[rpmusings-galore]

                                    i am destroying myself so other people can’t 

                                               &&  it’s the worst kind of control 

                                          ——— but it’s the only form i know 

[spiritmusing]

I felt as if we were growing    f  u  r   t    h    e     r     apart…

      But everything was a  L I E

             We weren’t even that close to begin with 

[spiritmusing]

Tell me how to find …

     The [memories] that I have lost 

                           in the eternal darkness

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

Lol "my favorite color is you."

"Yeah, full offense.. but... You aren't purple."

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

The former tombkeeper’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face Bakura, whom had just asked himself rather blunt, and all the way out of nowhere for the blond.

“What if we just fucked?” Sure, Malik could bluff with the best of them, and was pretty eccentric in his own right, but for Bakura to suggest something like that so directly it told Malik that the thief was serious or had been seriously contemplating such a thing.

It seemed like such a foreign thing to slip off of his own tongue. Especially in the presence of the white-haired owner of the ring.

“Where did that come from?” He asked in more of a mumble and to himself more than to Bakura.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

If there was anything that Malik couldn't stand it was being treated like a fool whilst Bakura continued to play innocent of any wrongdoings. The blond knew better than that.

He was fixing to say something else when the other warm body occupying the room finally spoke.

"Why don't you just mind your business with that game?" He stated rather curtly as he picked up a throw pillow and threw it towards the spikier headed blond's head.

"You shouldn't encourage him." He said with a hmph before standing promptly, and walking out of the room leaving both of the annoyances to themselves.

"Maybe you both should get a room instead." He said unapologetically over his shoulder meaning to cut one last final barb into the discussion.

[lilac-rph]

   Won’t you help me 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑?

          Growing up,                 It made me 🇳​🇺​🇲​🇧​…

                         And I wanna  ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ  again.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

3 Musketeers: Is there something in particular that helps you to relieve stress?

The blond laces his fingers together as he rests his chin on top of them. A glass of ice is laying on top of the surface on the table.

"I'm rather fond of relaxing and unwinding with a bath, and then a drink of choice." Of course the music mattered as well- he enjoyed setting the mood to his liking often enough.

"I suppose I also like brushing up on skills that I learned when I was young as well."

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

The former tombkeeper’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face Bakura, whom had just asked himself rather blunt, and all the way out of nowhere for the blond.

“What if we just fucked?” Sure, Malik could bluff with the best of them, and was pretty eccentric in his own right, but for Bakura to suggest something like that so directly it told Malik that the thief was serious or had been seriously contemplating such a thing.

It seemed like such a foreign thing to slip off of his own tongue. Especially in the presence of the white-haired owner of the ring.

“Where did that come from?” He asked in more of a mumble and to himself more than to Bakura.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

The response elicited from Malik probably was out of the ordinary. He could damn well be flustered, but for whatever reason from mostly having to endure relentless taunting from his alter, Mariku- the blond wasn't going to be so easily fazed by the thief this time around. In fact he saw an opening to turn the tables, and to pit both Bakura and Mariku against one another.

"You say that, but I know you can't stand to have your plans out in the open." This thought itself placed Malik on guard all of a sudden- Bakura was a master strategist at getting people to walk into the scenarios that he wanted them to.

"And?" The blond emphasized with an unamused expression and turning his lavender gaze away from the thief. "Am I supposed to be impressed with such a statement?"

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

The former tombkeeper’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face Bakura, whom had just asked himself rather blunt, and all the way out of nowhere for the blond.

“What if we just fucked?” Sure, Malik could bluff with the best of them, and was pretty eccentric in his own right, but for Bakura to suggest something like that so directly it told Malik that the thief was serious or had been seriously contemplating such a thing.

It seemed like such a foreign thing to slip off of his own tongue. Especially in the presence of the white-haired owner of the ring.

“Where did that come from?” He asked in more of a mumble and to himself more than to Bakura.

[zorkisms]

To be fair, Bakura hadn’t meant for Malik to have (necessarily) heard, but lo and behold the former tombkeeper had. The thief had been idly fiddling with a coin between his fingers when he felt eyes upon himself. “I’m sorry. Did I not speak clearly enough?” Bakura inquired and looked at the blond with a piqued brow. “What if someday we just did.” He was trying to get a rise out of Malik more than anything at this point. It seemed to be working better than anticipated. “As for where it came from, you can’t tell me such things haven’t just…crossed your mind before.”

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

Lips pursed as if the blond was trying to choose his words carefully. He was already pretty well dragged into this conversation, he might as well go whole horse with it.

Violet eyes examined the coining that was met with nimble and dextrous fingers. Any distraction that could buy him some time, and not look like a blatant fool.

Dammit; and he answered his question too. Well, that meant he was no longer absolved from answering right away.

"Such things have crossed my mind, but not concering you." The tombist could switch moods just like that- one moment as fickle as a cat, and the next moment putting a guise of reservation out to not enable anyone to get a good read.

Wanting to save face a smirk formed on his lips. "You should learn to speak more quietly if you don't want your thoughts to be heard." Said the one who lacked a filter most of the time and didn't seem to give much of a damn who heard him.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

The former tombkeeper's eyes narrowed as he turned to face Bakura, whom had just asked himself rather blunt, and all the way out of nowhere for the blond.

"What if we just fucked?" Sure, Malik could bluff with the best of them, and was pretty eccentric in his own right, but for Bakura to suggest something like that so directly it told Malik that the thief was serious or had been seriously contemplating such a thing.

It seemed like such a foreign thing to slip off of his own tongue. Especially in the presence of the white-haired owner of the ring.

"Where did that come from?" He asked in more of a mumble and to himself more than to Bakura.

[zorkisms]

🚡 for our muses to get stuck somewhere together (bonus if you can’t use magic to get out).

          saturday meme      Why had he chosen to go with the ex tomb keeper again? What screw had been knocked loose that he had to follow this dolt back down the mountain side? Bakura couldn’t really use magic for this one, he wasn’t familiar with locale enough to use the shades for transportation, so suffer he had to do. It was nighttime now, and they huddled under an awning meant for a bus stop. Even the lights had given up on the idea of the bus itself arriving. It was just too late!“Remind me, once we head back for Domino (if we ever return), to strangle you.” Bakura’s mood was already worsening by the minute.

[disobedientkeeper-blog]

"Why should you strangle me when this was clearly your fault." The blond said rather stiffly as he sat down on the rickety old bench that the awning above overshadowed.

The sun was falling down pretty fast on the horizon behind the mountains now, and Malik couldn't believe his luck at getting stranded with the thief.

"The buses don't even run until morning." His Japanese wasn't exactly perfect in the reading area, but he had learned enough to understand a bus schedule that had been down the mountain.

"I suppose I could call Rishid, but the signal here is lousy."

[sexymotorslifestyle]

[goldenheartx]

[absinthundblut]

[neverunderestimateacelt]

Day 3: Favourite Egyptian Deity.

Anubis.