surrounded in darkness, yet enveloped in —

Guided by the evil persona within his soul, the light was drowned and engulfed, only to come back stronger. With all his strength and the help of the pharaoh, the light was able to overcome his qualm; banishing the evil within the depths of the shadows. Account status: Hiatus. Marik Ishtar — Post Canon. Independent Roleplay. Read the 'about' page before following, thanks!

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king.

Moved over here. :T

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"I didn’t want to intrude, and scare your sister. She’s pretty by the way," He had seen her in a photo, but forgot that it might sound odd that he knew what she looked like. He kissed the other back, or tried to, he missed and caught his cheek.

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      When plush borders compressed against rounded pillows of tanned flesh, amethyst oculars widened some in response; returning to regular size as a grin formed amongst the Egyptian's rims. "You intrude anyway, so I think it's alright." he stated; voice coming out teasingly before laughter bubbled from the male. "You'll be asleep in no time, so I think I'll have time to explain briefly to her about what's going on. --Thank you, though."

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                                         ɪɴᴅɪᴇ {   ＤＥＭＯＮ   } ᴀᴜ ʀᴩ                                              ❝ 𝒀𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂. ❞                                                       YU-GI-OH! DUEL MONSTERS;

𝒊. has a fragment of zorc the dark one embedded in him, part demon; permanently merged with zorc. ryou bakura does not exist in this verse.

𝒊𝒊. follows everything up to canon; ending is alternated.

𝒊𝒊𝒊. only uses 100x100px reaction icons if other person uses them.

𝒊𝒗. is a multi-fandom and fc/oc friendly; however, is picky on this.

𝒗. accepting of both script and multi-para threads.

𝒗𝒊. has seven years of roleplay experience.

𝒗𝒊𝒊. is always willing to start new threads.

                                                      blog ✖ askbox ✖ bakura ✖ read

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"I doubt it. If they do I can take care of it again. It will be easy enough, they’re bigger than I am but they’re not as smart," He tried to reassure, keeping up his act of being rather alright despite his condition. He’d sleep for a long while after. "But uh, do you mind…If I sleep here tonight?"

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      The Egyptian gave a blink of amethyst optics before his expression softened at the inquiry. "Of course you can, Bakura. I think it's obvious by now that you're allowed to stay whenever you feel like it." Leaning down and placing bronzed palms upon his lover's bare shoulders, the blonde couldn't help but plant another kiss amongst pallid lips; thumbs gently brushing over ivory flesh.

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{ ooc ; } So like, why do I keep gaining followers even though I'm never on this blog anymore? :T I'm like... not here 'cos of inferior feeling/reasons and I'm mainly on my Bakura blog where I've got all my confidence and actual interaction. Hm.

[hellanne]

I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it’s the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now.

Henry Rollins (via hellanne)

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"…You wanna know?" He questioned again. "I was in a gang, I left. A few were lurking outside my work so I had to tell them to buzz off. I was out of practice," He admitted.

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      A gang, huh? Well, that certainly wasn't surprising -- it was actually kind of expected with the behaviour that the albino had. "I see..." he mumbled before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss upon Bakura's pallid lips as if to show he understood and wasn't upset with the information he was just told of. However, the Egyptian knew it was no time to be getting soft around the other, especially when he was still in rough shape.

      Taking another roll of bandage wrap and gauze, he placed it upon the wound that was located on his lover's arm; wrapping it up securely.

                "I just hope they won't constantly show up after this."

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ｏｎｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｓｈａｄｏｗｓ．

Alternate universe.

Yami Bakura roleplay.

I'm over here for the time being. uou

[coffeeshopbakura]

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[coffeeshopbakura]

"Thank you…" He took the pills, swallowing them. "Thank you for taking care of me," He murmured, reaching out to stroke Marik’s hair.

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      The Egyptian watched the other with amethyst optics full of nothing but worry. When a hand was again placed upon the top of his head, he was quick to lean into the familiar touch. "You're going to tell me what happened later, right?" he inquired a few moments after. Nibbling on his bottom lip nervously, the teenager rose to his feet; taking another small package of alcohol swabs and gently dabbing the cut that decorated his lover's arm. There would definitely be a scar after it healed.

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Bakura grabbed the tweezers. His teeth began to grind together and he dug into his leg to get the bullet. He let out a loud crush as he finally got it out, though his leg began bleeding rather heavily again. “Marik? You got those pain meds for me?” He closed his eyes, tired. The man tried to lean forward to snatch the needle and thread. His hands were shaking.

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      After he had gotten two pills to ease his lover's pain, he also got a glass of water. When he was called for, the Egyptian teenager was quick to return to the other. "Here." He took Bakura's hand and placed the painkillers in his palm, setting the glass of water onto the table. At the sight of the blood around the wound on the male's leg, he was quick to grab the thread and needle; though he would need to clean the wound before it was closed up.

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"Thanks…But do you have tweezers?" Bakura pulled up his pant leg, revealing a small round hole where, what appeared to be, a bullet hole was. "Do you have any pain killers by the way? I’m gettin’ a tad woozy," It felt weird, to reveal himself like this. Vulnerable. He swore that he wouldn’t allow himself to be weak in front of another, but he loved Marik and trusted him.

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      A slow blink followed by a nod. "They're right here." he replied as he lowered his head, looking through the first aid kit and fishing out a pair of tweezers still encased within a plastic wrapping. When his attention was brought to the wound upon the other's leg, near where he previously placed his hand over; a squeak slipped passed his lips. Not from the sight of it, but from the realization that he could have hurt Bakura more. "On top of the fridge, I'll get them..!" he spoke nervously, getting up to fetch the pill bottle.

      This situation wasn't helping the worry that plague him, nor was the revealing of more serious injuries. If there was more, then Marik would need to take him to the hospital.

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"Don’t be, hurt less than when I first got them," He lifted his cleaner hand to pet the top of his head. "Tell me, how have you been doing..? Have you been okay? Nothing I have to worry about? No body else?" He was almost interrogating him, but he was legitimately concerned about everything he was asking.

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      At the hand that was placed upon his head, he leaned in habitually. Reopening his eyes, the Egyptian blinked and looked up at the wounded other with concern. "I'm fine, there's nothing wrong. You should be more worried about yourself, rather than me." he mumbled in response and continued to disinfect the wounds on his lover's body with new swabs.When he deemed them clean enough, he blindly felt around for the wound dressings, holding it between his ring finger and pinkie when it was found before peering down and grabbing a sterile gauze pad to place over the cuts.

      Leaning in close, he carefully wrapped the dressing around his lover's mid-section and cut it when most of the more deeper cuts were covered; taping the end of the dressing down with surgical tape.

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[coffeeshopbakura]

"Yeah, don’t worry about it," He flinched when his shirt was lifted. There were several purple and blue bruises along his ribs and stomach, along with a few gashes on his sides. "I’m fine Marik. I just had a few things to take care of an lost track of time," He wheezed.

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      The boy let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden flinch and wince that left his lover. "I'm sorry..!" Hesitantly, he took an alcohol swab and ripped the plastic-paper package open. "This might sting a little." he warned as he got down onto his knees again; placing a palm against the albino's thigh to keep himself balanced.

      Giving a blink of amethyst optics, the teenager focused his attention onto the cuts that adorned the other male's torso and carefully wiped at slightly bloodied wounds to disinfect them, stopping occasionally to look up at Bakura; just to make sure he wasn't causing him anymore pain than he already was in.

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@OfScars

He watched Marik work, eyes going slightly foggy as he seemed to revert into his own little world. “Ah…I got into a fight…” He muttered, holding up his arm and began to pull off bits of his shirt, revealing a rather outstanding gash. “Do you have thread?” His tone was soft, and his head was light. “How have you been doing?”

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      Settling himself upon his knees temporarily, the Egyptian stared at the wound. "A fight?" he inquired curiously before rummaging through the kit again, holding up a small container that held the thread and needle meant for stitching. "Yes, it's right here." Taking said container, a small bottle of half filled with alcohol, alcohol swabs and gauze into hand, he placed them onto the table as he stood up.

                "You need to take this off, alright?" Tucking blonde bangs behind his ear, the teenager took his lover's shirt by the hem and carefully removed it from the other's form after informing. He'd need to clean it to get the blood off once he was done bandaging his wounded boyfriend up.

                "--Ah... I've been worried."

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Bakura uses a fist to actually knock on Marik's door, leaning on the frame while he was waiting. He better have a first aid kit in there, or at least a needle and thread.

      A knock at the door. It caused the teenager’s form to jump in surprise. It had spent the whole day lazing around and cleaning the apartment up as he waited for a phone call from his boyfriend — even a text message would make him feel less stressed out about the fret that plagued him. But, nothing thus far.

                “Hold on..!" he hesitantly called out as he drained the sink of it’s empty, soapy water. Grabbing the hand towel and drying of dampened hands, the boy stole a quick glance toward his cellphone and the clock. It was evening, and he wasn’t sure how long it’d been since Bakura was last around. Time was most likely just moving terribly slow and bringing forth a terrible knot within his gut. Something just didn’t feel right. A palm clasped around a silver doorknob before he turned it, other hand moving to unlock the deadbolt before he peeked out to see who it was.

                                     —Bakura.

      Opening the door immediately, he stared at the albino with worry evident in amethyst optics. “What happened?!" he inquired almost angrily — though it sounded more panicky than angry. Tugging his lover in after he asked his question, the teenager locked the door and lead the other to the kitchen table where he told him to sit. Happy that the white haired male obeyed, he gave a nod and scurried into the kitchen, opened a cupboard and got onto tip toes as he reached for the first aid kit that was on the top shelf.

      When he had the plastic box within his grasp, he took his elastic hairband from his wrist and tugged golden locks into an unruly ponytail. Getting down onto his knees in front of his boyfriend, he was quick at unclasping the locks that held the filled container shut. Carefully examining the other to make certain it was his lover’s blood and not someone else’s that decorated his person, Marik nibbled nervously at his bottom lip as he lowered his head, taking out the necessary items from the kit needed to bandage Bakura up like brand new.

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{ ooc ; } Ggggggg, stop reblogging GX Rivalshipping pictures. Please, my poor heart. It can’t handle the perfection, nnnnnnnn! You’re making me want to jump on Chazz. :l

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{ ooc ; } Ggggggg, stop reblogging GX Rivalshipping pictures. Please, my poor heart. It can't handle the perfection, nnnnnnnn! You're making me want to jump on Chazz. :l