Ryō Bakura

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[naniething]

[sonofasphinx]

Ryo searching through the sand pile that his diorama had become. Ryo finding Thief King Bakura’s card. Ryo holding a memorial service for Bakura by himself.

[feelslikehiraeth-archive]

((can I please get a memorial service for my HEART))

[snakes-kinned]

I hope, at least, you can rest.

[mushysuggestion]

tell me when you need me and i’ll come running to you

[ahhvernin]

Day 10: Flowing. Ft. Mr. Bakura.

Time is forever flowing, everlasting.

[americankestrelprojects]

Bakurae collaboration with @siosiri

(sorry it took so long… I hope you like it!)

[dmbakura]

vampire!bakura and hunter!ryou who doesn’t know what he’s getting into

what year is it?

[lalalychee]

landlord

[lokisuggestion]

i miss my mom 

[borderline-feral]

Happy Birthday Ryou Bakura!

[meiran-illustration]

[Happy Birthday, my beautiful boy!]

02.09.2018 - バクラくんお誕生日おめでとう！

[rosecrystal]

astrology is real, witchcraft is real, magic is real, dreams whisper about the future sometimes, miracles happen and soulmates exist! and thats the tea!

[rosecrystal]

and the moon loves you and watches over you every night! run n tell that!

[ryoxbakura]

There was a very quiet inhale upon feeling his arm, eyes slightly widening in an almost childlike way as he gently squeezed the limb as if needing just that little bit more confirmation. For all intents and purposes he should’ve been scared. He should’ve turned in the opposite direction the moment he laid eyes on him but he couldn’t ignore that pull which brought him there to begin with. 

There was no arguing that Bakura had caused him pain, he still had the scars to prove it, but the time they shared hadn’t all been bad, or at least he thought so. Perhaps the cons of their past relationship did outweigh the pros but there were pros all the same, something which Ryo would forever be thankful for. If it hadn’t been for the spirit he would never of met the friends he held so dear, and he would never of created memories that would comfort him when times were tough. He never did get to thank him for that.

As Bakura withdraw and turned away, Ryo let his own hand fall to his side but kept his eyes firmly locked on the other. 

❝ You’re not the same. ❞ It was a bold statement, one he couldn’t be completely sure of, but there was something in his heart that told him the man stood before him was no longer consumed by such poisonous and malicious hate. He didn’t have the Ring for a start.

[ryoxbakura]

There was a slight tilt of his head at the frown, unaware that his suggestion of getting food had been taken offensively, that was the last thing from his mind. Whenever he offered something to someone it was never done in hopes of getting something in return, or to pull in a favour a little way down the line should he ever need one, it was done simply out of wanting to be kind and helpful. 

He silently fell in step with the other, hand tightening around the strap of his satchel and gaze lowered. There were so many questions bouncing around his head that he had to bite the inside of his lip to stop himself from asking them, hopeful that there would be time in their futures to get around to it. 

As silence reigned brown eyes stole an occasional look, each time getting a new perspective of the body he now had, from the piercings in his ear to the rings that adorned his fingers. Was jewelry something he also used to wear in Egypt? What a sight he would’ve been back in that time, and how he would’ve stood out of the crowd so easily. No wonder he was given the name Thief King. A man skilled at staying in the shadows yet looking so striking. 

❝ What should I call you? ❞ Came an eventual question, the diner just a little way ahead of them now. 

[tenaciousthief]

It had been a rather rainy Sunday afternoon when he had decided to make a trip to one of the local bookshops that he was frequented. Bakura was seeking out a new thriller due to having read his entire horror collection yesterday. He was hoping that is little birdy who told him about the new release was right…. he needed to know. The 5′7″ male made his way through a sea of people to find that he was right… Yep. He would make his way and purchase it and a few other books taking in the smell of coffee and fresh print. If Bakura was honest he would admit that to be one of his favorite scents.

However, right as he was feeling anticipation for these books and deciding if he really wanted to spend an extra 3.45 for a double shot expresso he was stopped. A familiar sound of a voice in the distance. “Ryou?” He said this name a bit too quietly…. “It couldn’t be, could it?”   Bakura would stand there trying to sort out if he really was hearing the boy.

[ryoxbakura]

❝ I knew it. ❞ He spoke softly but the tone held a sense of happiness to it, almost relief, something which might have seemed strange considering the sort of relationship they had once shared. ❝ You really are back. ❞ But then that led to the question of how. How was it possible for the ancient spirit to be back in the modern world, and with his own body no less? 

Slowly did he approach the other, his eyes scanning over the form before him in an awelike way, scarred hand reaching out to touch his arm as if needing to prove to himself that he was in fact solid.  

[newlycrownedsuggestions-blog]

There is strength in being gentle.

[kondoram]

Ryou Bakura secretly listens to BABYMETAL and World Order in a fine random mix

[niceaf]

Big god // Florence + the machine