Show me your eyes

I emerged from the darkness. Death dwells in my wake. I have suffered the insufferable and I have endured. I am unconquerable. I am immortal. I am God. You will worship me. -AU!Yami Bakura RP Account- M!A: None

[breakmyheartwithlyrics]

Pvris- Half

[vital-dust]

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

@thiefakefia:

Catch, kitty.

“Kkkhhhh!” He hisses and swipes it out of the air. The wool sticks to his claws and he gets his hands tangled trying to pull it off. “Giving gifts is a good start but this is not an offering for a god.”

[gothicprep]

no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life

[mutarecordis]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

That certainly puzzled the wretched figure. Bakura frowned, made an odd squeaky noise as he sucked on his teeth in thought. He didn’t notice, the sound of the choir echoed in his mind and helped smooth the thoughts along.

“Free. You’ll never be free. If you think you’re free, you’re blind. You’re unfeeling. Don’t know that it’s always in you, always following you, always ready to tear you apart again. Kkhhah. Free.” He snorted in derision, everything falling back into a sensible order now that he’d decided the host was delusional.

“Then you’re a fool. Poor little hhost. Maybe you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ve hhad no one to teach you what the darkness does. Why’re you hhere, hhost? If you’re not lost. If you’re not looking for me. What do you hhunger for?”

Ryou’s eyes flashed open to shoot Bakura a light glare before he snorted softly and resettled in his seat. “I feel plenty, joy to have my life, anger that we’re having this conversation, maybe a little bored. You’re right, there is a little darkness there, but I’m at peace with it. And if there’s peace, is it truly dark?” He asked with the gentle smile of his youth. 

“The darkness, only does what one allows it to do. It can corrupt, it can destroy. Yet it can create safety, a shelter from those who would seek someone out,” he hummed as he stood up for a moment to stretch his legs in order to keep his foot from falling asleep. 

“What I hunger for, is nothing that you can provide. Nothing, that can come from the gilded prisons forged with blood.” The items cannot revive the dead, the items cannot give family. The items brought power yes, but power always tended to corrupt. 

“Am I truly a fool? Would you still consider me blind? Or perhaps it is you projecting onto me how you view yourself.” 

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“Some darknesses are peaceful.” Misfortune decided after having worked the words through in his mind. As usual when there were too many they seemed to leak out into the air, concepts swirling around his head too quickly to comprehend. Hosts weren’t usually this much work!

“Hhhiding in a safe place at night is peaceful. This place is peaceful. No storm. Only music and rude hhosts.” He looked around the empty place, still not quite sure where the song was coming from. Maybe it was in his head. Things often were. “Maybe you hhave a peaceful darkness too. Maybe you put all the hharsh angry darkness out onto someone else. Hhhhmm? Made them hhurt while you kept the good parts. Selfish hhost. Greedy. Wanting things you can’t hhave.”

He huffed, a crackly, throaty sound. 

“I am the powerful god Zorc. I am .. hrrrr perfect. All knowing. I know you are trying to trick me.”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

“Clothes.” Missy poked her face around the door, skin pink from the hot water and the hot air, hair poking out in all directions both from the mats and the hairdryer. “Normal clothes.” She added with a heavy scowl, seeing the ruffle of a dress poking out of the basket. “You wear that. Nasty dress. I want pants and a shirt. I’ll come out once I’m dressed. You stay.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  Bakura slipped some black jeans and a red flannel shirt through the crack in the bathroom door.

“If you rip ‘em, you’re buying me new ones.”  He added.

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Red and black. The Golden friend had good taste today. Misfortune pulled the clothes on, admired herself in the foggy mirror, and then rewove the illusions to complete his look. Strong, wiry, male. Good.

He pulled the door open and padded back out to the main part of Gold’s room. His clothes and the towel were left where they’d fallen on the floor. Now that Gold was the slave, he’d get to pick them up later. No, Missy had better things to do.

He clicked his teeth together, hopped up onto Gold’s bed and made himself comfy.

“We’re hhaving a sleepover.” He informed Gold, despite the fact that it was practically the middle of the day. “Necrofia has them. She’d only hhhave them if they are good. We’ll eat food and do nails.”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

Misfortune hated the shower. It spat hot water at her over and over like rain in a gale. It did, however give her an extra door of security to make sure Gold didn’t come in. It carried the dirt away down to the earth instead of making her sit in it. And it was over quicker. She tasted all the soaps to choose the one she could tolerate best, and used that same one in her matted hair.

Once she was clean she poked her nose out around the shower door and grabbed the towel off the rail. Not caring if it was pre-used he wrapped himself all up in in, easy to do with his thin, short body. Dry, dry dry.

Then she sat on the bathroom floor and played with the warm air from the hairdryer until she could smell Gold returning.

“Hey, I got all the shit you wanted.”  Gold knocked at the bathroom door with his knuckles.

In his hands, was a wicker basket, filled to the brim with different clothes– some flannel, some dresses– really a variety of things, since he didn’t know what the hell Misfortune wanted to dress himself in.  There were also several colors of nail polish– from the cutest pastels, to the darkest blacks, as well as a small collection of perfume testers.  And– of course, Gold held a plate with another sandwich, similar to the one he prepared earlier, though this one was made with a raw porkchop instead of the beef.

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“Clothes.” Missy poked her face around the door, skin pink from the hot water and the hot air, hair poking out in all directions both from the mats and the hairdryer. “Normal clothes.” She added with a heavy scowl, seeing the ruffle of a dress poking out of the basket. “You wear that. Nasty dress. I want pants and a shirt. I’ll come out once I’m dressed. You stay.”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

“Yes.” He announced, turning on his heel to face the room. “You go - make food. Meat. Bring it back. And clothes. And perfumes. And nail things. All the nice things you can think of. That’s the job of a little golden slave. Khehe! Fetch me things~”

And he ventured into Gold’s bathroom, firmly closed and locked the door and started the shower.

“Right.”

God.  He was thoroughly confused.  Did Misfortune want to play dress up or some shit?  And since when did Misfortune like getting dressed up and fancy anyway?  Misfortune was a fucking gremlin.  

Gold simply shook his head, rolling his eyes, and began gathering up the requested items.

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Misfortune hated the shower. It spat hot water at her over and over like rain in a gale. It did, however give her an extra door of security to make sure Gold didn’t come in. It carried the dirt away down to the earth instead of making her sit in it. And it was over quicker. She tasted all the soaps to choose the one she could tolerate best, and used that same one in her matted hair.

Once she was clean she poked her nose out around the shower door and grabbed the towel off the rail. Not caring if it was pre-used he wrapped himself all up in in, easy to do with his thin, short body. Dry, dry dry.

Then she sat on the bathroom floor and played with the warm air from the hairdryer until she could smell Gold returning.

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

“I know. I remember that.” He gave Gold a very pointed look and continued his inspection. When he was done he returned to Gold’s side and sniffed him.

“I don’t smell any hurting. He informed him. Gold had passed the inspection. Now, satisfied the place wasn’t filthy, he was happy to continue.

“Hmmmm. Do you hhave a shower?”

“…Yeah?”  Gold pointed to the corner of his room, where there was a furnished bathroom.  “Planning on washing up or something…?”  God, what the fuck was Misfortune planning?

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“Yes.” He announced, turning on his heel to face the room. “You go - make food. Meat. Bring it back. And clothes. And perfumes. And nail things. All the nice things you can think of. That’s the job of a little golden slave. Khehe! Fetch me things~”

And he ventured into Gold’s bathroom, firmly closed and locked the door and started the shower.

[mutarecordis]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

Bakura smiled, a haggard vicious smile composed of too many too sharp teeth.

“I was dead. I hhave come back. Clawed my way back through the shadows that tried to eat me. Now I eat them.” He leaned forward to sniff Ryou, to taste the essence of his life on the air. Hopefully not close enough to inspire a hit in the face, he wasn’t balanced particularly well half on the bench.

“Oh don’t worry. Who’d want a weak little hhost? I wasn’t looking for anything, but I found you. You, looking lost and alone. You don’t hhhave to be alone.” He raised his hand to prod, but instead changed his mind and sat down, watching Ryou carefully.

“Are you afraid, hhost?”

“Well, you were the sort to stick it to the man. Hope you make the shadows regret what they did and tried to do.” A pale brow lifted when he heard the inhale of the sniff, yet his hands remained in his lap, his posture relaxed yet ever alert to his surroundings. 

Ryou let out a bark of a laugh, a smirk that mimicked the being that once walked in his skin tugging at his lips. “Weak? That is what call it?” He snickered. “I’m not lost mate, I’m at peace. I’m free, in all the ways that you wish you were. Unbound by the shadows that once dwelled within, yet seem to grasp around your throat like a vice,” the university student whispered. 

“I’m not afraid, there’s nothing to fear that lurks within the darkness. Not anymore.” 

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That certainly puzzled the wretched figure. Bakura frowned, made an odd squeaky noise as he sucked on his teeth in thought. He didn’t notice, the sound of the choir echoed in his mind and helped smooth the thoughts along.

“Free. You’ll never be free. If you think you’re free, you’re blind. You’re unfeeling. Don’t know that it’s always in you, always following you, always ready to tear you apart again. Kkhhah. Free.” He snorted in derision, everything falling back into a sensible order now that he’d decided the host was delusional.

“Then you’re a fool. Poor little hhost. Maybe you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ve hhad no one to teach you what the darkness does. Why’re you hhere, hhost? If you’re not lost. If you’re not looking for me. What do you hhunger for?”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

Misfortune behaved himself on the walk over, even standing up to walk like a boring, usual human despite the fact it made him uncomfortable to have his torso exposed. He skittered after Gold, suspicious of every person they passed.

When they made it into Gold’s room, Misfortune immediately set about smelling every single corner of the room. Whenever he found something with a stronger smell, perfumes, cologne, cat litter, he stopped and snorted, shaking his head.

“You live hhere?”

“Well, yeah.”  Fuck, was he ever thankful that he washed his fucking sheets before he brought Misfortune over here.

“I told you– I’m a sex worker.  I fuck people for money.  I hold sessions here, in my room.”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

“I know. I remember that.” He gave Gold a very pointed look and continued his inspection. When he was done he returned to Gold’s side and sniffed him.

“I don’t smell any hurting. He informed him. Gold had passed the inspection. Now, satisfied the place wasn’t filthy, he was happy to continue.

“Hmmmm. Do you hhave a shower?”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

Ah. He’d done well. Pleased, Misfortune sat on his haunches where he was and he messily devoured the sandwich. Every bite went down well, right down to licking the juices from his hands.

“That was a good sandwich. So you can be good.” He leered at Gold, wiping his hands on his dirty shirt. “Now. Take me to your new hhome.”

“Ehhh…. Fine.”  He wasn’t sure what the clients would say about a literal gremlin running around the lobby, but there wasn’t much that Gold could do about it given the circumstances.

“This way.”  He led Misfortune around to the outskirts of town, to an old Victorian looking building.  He quickly whisked the other inside, past the front desk, and into the wing where his room was.

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Misfortune behaved himself on the walk over, even standing up to walk like a boring, usual human despite the fact it made him uncomfortable to have his torso exposed. He skittered after Gold, suspicious of every person they passed.

When they made it into Gold’s room, Misfortune immediately set about smelling every single corner of the room. Whenever he found something with a stronger smell, perfumes, cologne, cat litter, he stopped and snorted, shaking his head.

“You live hhere?”

[mutarecordis]

misfortuneofthecorrupt‌:

The host always looked so pure, sitting along in the hollow space. Dust flitted around his halo of white hair, drifting through the sparse light filtered down from the windows.

His voice was stronger than Bakura had expected, breaking him out of his thoughts and spurring him to action. Like a crooked monstrosity he started towards Ryou, jerky steps, half crouching, half crawling, partially climbing up onto the bench. His claws scraped grooves in the wood. A trail of dirty water dripped from his hair. He’d come in originally got get out of the rain and now he’d found a treasure.

“Rude, nasty hhosts. Always thinking I want something. Never thinking I’m hhere to look out for hhis best interests. Keh. What are you looking for in this place? Do you think you can find god? Hhhe won’t look down upon you. Hhe’s already hhere. I’m always hhere.”

Placid, mahogany eyes watched the being coming closer. Completely soaked. Ryou was starting to guess that they were hypothermic, at least in the early stages of it. The sound of claws against hardwood was enough to send a small shiver of discomfort down the white hair male’s spine. It was up there with nails against a chalkboard or against cardboard in terms of annoying noises. 

“We all know God is dead,” Ryou countered, his voice soft and serene as he continued to listen to the choir. “And this particular host is capable of looking out for himself these days.” He closed his eyes again, listening to the choir that he knew truly wasn’t there. 

“Now, if you’re looking for your preciouses, think you’ll have better luck slinking around Egypt than here.” 

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Bakura smiled, a haggard vicious smile composed of too many too sharp teeth.

“I was dead. I hhave come back. Clawed my way back through the shadows that tried to eat me. Now I eat them.” He leaned forward to sniff Ryou, to taste the essence of his life on the air. Hopefully not close enough to inspire a hit in the face, he wasn’t balanced particularly well half on the bench.

“Oh don’t worry. Who’d want a weak little hhost? I wasn’t looking for anything, but I found you. You, looking lost and alone. You don’t hhhave to be alone.” He raised his hand to prod, but instead changed his mind and sat down, watching Ryou carefully.

“Are you afraid, hhost?”

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

Playing God

@ancientgoldboundspirit​ from X:

“Uh.  Alright?”

Gold went to his mini kitchen, digging around.  After a few minutes, he presented Misfortune with a sandwich he assumed would be to his liking– two slices of bread with a big slab of raw beef in between.

Ah. He’d done well. Pleased, Misfortune sat on his haunches where he was and he messily devoured the sandwich. Every bite went down well, right down to licking the juices from his hands.

“That was a good sandwich. So you can be good.” He leered at Gold, wiping his hands on his dirty shirt. “Now. Take me to your new hhome.”

[mutarecordis]

misfortuneofthecorrupt said 10 aka “an abandoned church where the choir continue their song“ [Creepy location meme | Accepting]

“For fuck’s sake,” Ryou muttered under his breath as the sense of deja-vu overcame him as he sat quietly in the church. After letting out a soft sigh, the university student flickered his eyes open to glance towards the former spirit from the corner of his eye. 

“What the hell do you want?” 

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The host always looked so pure, sitting along in the hollow space. Dust flitted around his halo of white hair, drifting through the sparse light filtered down from the windows.

His voice was stronger than Bakura had expected, breaking him out of his thoughts and spurring him to action. Like a crooked monstrosity he started towards Ryou, jerky steps, half crouching, half crawling, partially climbing up onto the bench. His claws scraped grooves in the wood. A trail of dirty water dripped from his hair. He’d come in originally got get out of the rain and now he’d found a treasure.

“Rude, nasty hhosts. Always thinking I want something. Never thinking I’m hhere to look out for hhis best interests. Keh. What are you looking for in this place? Do you think you can find god? Hhhe won’t look down upon you. Hhe’s already hhere. I’m always hhere.”

[lannasroleplaymemes]

No matter what it is, your Muse has made a meal for mine and mine has to eat it. What is it?

Is it delicious? Poorly made? Poisonous? Too spicy? Describe it in my inbox! Specify muse if multimuses are involved!

[misfortuneofthecorrupt]

ryoueuphoria replied to your post: <p>Have you ever considered going vegan?</p>

Technically Souls can be vegan if people give them to you

Hhhhrrrmmm. *claws his own lip*

Then being vegan will be inevitable. Once I hhold the world in my hhand and all the worthless little vile hhumans throw themselves at me for sacrifice. Then I will be vegan.

Until then I will eat what I take. It is up to you.