It's About Money

(EXTREMELY NSFW. Though I will RP SFW materials.) Silas Bakura, owner of the Sennen Ring brothel. Age 26

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which person in ur otp tells their partner to order the orange soda and which one agrees to get the orange soda but then orders the strawberry soda instead

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Decided to ink some Bakura sketches from yesterday. My son my son #littleluxray #yugioh #bakura

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Well... It's sure lively around here now isn't it?

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halfpricewhore:

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♖ comforting after a nightmare

They always started like this; so late that it could be considered morning. And, really, it didn’t bother him. The slaps and kicks he’d receive, or the worried messages from others when he wasn’t the first to know. Why should it bother him? Everything was routine now.

That still didn’t mean that he wouldn’t run down the halls to wake Silas up in time.

Dark arms held the trembling form close as they always did, the lamps on either side of the bed, bathing the room in yellow light. Quiet words slowly got louder until he no longer whispered, rubbing the man’s back and assuring him that the fucker would die long before he touched either of them again.

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It always felt so real, and especially now that he knew the man was alive and still trying to get him. He was so scared, so paranoid all the time and it looked to him that nothing he did as long as he lived would ever stop King from entering. The man had already invaded the house, even with his massive amounts of security... or maybe Silas was just crazy. Regardless, he felt like he’d be swept away from this place, or raped within his home before being taken away. The nightmares of the old life were overwhelming and terrifying. He’d never be able to live a normal life as long as King lived.

He clung to Mariku, nearly sobbing his breaths as they forced their way out of his lungs. At first he was scared because someone was touching him but once he knew he was awake it was an uphill battle not to cry from relief. This fear was too horrible, too painful, it needed to stop. Either he or King would have to die to have him be at peace.

Silas eventually did calm down, grip loosening around Mariku’s shirt, but never fully unclenching. He needed him there, deciding that there wouldn’t be another night where he was alone. When he was more coherent, he’d ask Mariku to move into his room... for now, this was enough.

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halfpricewhore:

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halfpricewhore:

silasbakura:

halfpricewhore:

“Down boy, you’re fine.”

“Behave.”

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halfpricewhore:

“Down boy, you’re fine.”

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“Oho... the air in here got thicker...”

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Gore/torture starters! Bon Appetit!

“Let’s see how much I can cut away before you pass out, shall we? Count with me now…” “If you had to pick, which finger can you do without?” “This place looks very plain right now. Don’t worry, I’ll decorate it with your intestines soon.” “I found this tube. I thought it’d fit nicely down your throat… Open up!” “Any last words before I thread your lips together?” “Left or right eye, which one have you always wanted to see dangling down your cheek?” “The butchers was shut already, so I’ll just have to come up with something else for tonight’s dinner, won’t I?” “Don’t worry, I’ll patch you up when I’m done. I just want to have a look inside…” “Tell me, which of these knives would you like me to use? I can’t make up my mind.” “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet for. Now try your best for me, please, I love watching them keep their screams in, until they can’t anymore… So satisfying.” “Hey, hey, sshhhh darling, you’re not dying yet.” “Do try not to be sick… You wouldn’t want to choke on it, and that gag is hard to clean.” “I brought you some water. You can have a sip for every sip of blood you’ll let me take.” “Sing a song while I work. I have wanted to make a painting on your back with your own blood for days now, but I’m lacking some inspiration.” “I know just how to make that pretty face of yours even prettier…” “Oh no, are you hungry? I should remove your stomach…”

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I still really want to do stuff with this blog if anyone wants to send asks, I’m still drawing!!

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Jounochi did.

They were on guard duty and he decided it’d be fucking brilliant to take the chance and run.

The supervisor passed by and saw him running and ordered Atem to shoot him.

We don’t talk about this anymore… It breaks him.

Not that I care, Otogi doesn’t like seeing his friend all fucked up and that rich bastard is the only thing feeding us.

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Paranoid as fuck

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How about I make your day a little more interesting~

The voice made his entire body freeze over. No... All that money and time spent keeping him out... All that time keeping customers away and keeping himself locked away deep inside the mansion and it was all for nothing. His stomach felt empty and he was sure he would throw up."Go..." He couldn't even form sentences without wheezing. "Go awa-ay...!"