Day 27: Game Night Me: DO THE MEME! :D Also me: OH I HAVE TO DRAW 7 CHARACTERS-
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Day 27: Game Night Me: DO THE MEME! :D Also me: OH I HAVE TO DRAW 7 CHARACTERS-
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@amane-bakura
The self proclaimed King of Thieves surveys the building once more. The security system that was in place was laughable at best, bordering pitiful. The twelve security cameras on the outside had been obscured or dismantled, and the three security guards were now sleeping soundly a few feet away from their posts.
A short time after entering the museum, he has the necessary interior cameras disabled and walks confidently through the foyer. He had spent a week and a half analyzing the schedule of the guards and memorizing the layout down to the most minute detail - which, admittedly, isn’t his preferred method - but efficiency bests hastiness, especially given the increased surveillance due to the string of reported thefts around the country - at least half of which are not his own. He isn’t sure who the mysterious thief, or thieves, are but he will not be outdone.
Thief King Bakura smirks as he enters the main room, his sights on the ancient golden artifact in the center of the dimly lit room. This will give him a pretty penny to line his pockets. Violet eyes take a second glance around the room, and he strolls closer to the object. This was easy, he thinks, almost disappointed at his own leisurely pace.
As he takes another step towards the object, the skin on the back of his neck prickles and he tilts his head with a jolt of wariness and intrigue.
@amane-bakura
He positioned her on his lap. A gesture no way forgotten through the years, and his arms gently wrapped around the small, warm body, pressing it to his own. “Remember that?” With a faint smile tugging at his lips, he asked eventually. His eyes reaching into space, as if he was reaching for a distant memory. “We used to do that a lot.”
❤ amane-bakura
ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.
Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex |Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club |Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character…
Marry them? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No (???)Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No (he wouldn’t get bound)Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
amane-bakura
Ryou edged down the alley carefully, pen tucked behind his ear, notepad in hand. A whole collection of robberies had been said to occur in this part of town recently. Ryou wanted to write an article on it, but when he had called up his contacts in the police station, he had been met with a resounding wall of nothing.
It seemed the only way to get any information was to come to this part of town himself.
Ryou peered carefully around the next corner, stiffening slightly when he saw a female figure in the alley. He narrowed his eyes. Something about that figure was familiar, though he had never been to this part of town before. He stayed quiet for the moment, watching her movements, but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw white hair.
...No, it couldn’t be...
Swallowing, Ryou took a step back, his footstep echoing loudly through the otherwise silent alleyway. He drew in a breath, sagging against the wall, his face draining of what little colour it had as he stared at her.
It couldn’t be.
“...A ... Amane...?!”
[ amane-bakura ] "Hello? Miss Harley?" Amane peeked through the window. She really hoped Daddy Bandit has been talking about her about being all grown up now. Amane also hoped that Harley may still remember her.
She vaguely recognised that voice, though she wasn’t sure from where. She looked around to see where it was coming from, almost falling off the sofa when she saw a young girl’s face in the window. They lived on the fifth floor.
The pale woman quickly composed herself and put her book down, getting to the window to slide it open.
“…Amane?”
[ amane-bakura ] HELLO
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[X] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[] Slap/Push you away.
[] Be confused
[X] Be delighted
If you asked me out I’d say:
[X] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[X] Sure. >>> for promising achievements
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[X] No.
[] Ew.
[] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[X] Let’s do it.
[] No. You can’t handle my d.
[X] Yeah, sure.
[] FRICK YES.
[] No.
Should you reblog this?:
[X] Yes! I want to send you one!
[] Yes.
[] No.
Source:
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[amane-bakura] ⊰ ⊱ thought i'd send one o 3o
Send Me A ⊰ ⊱ For Our Muses To Accidentally Almost Kiss!
He had went after her for a while and actually paid no mind to the fact, he was AGAIN butchering someones intimacy with being constantly around to watch them as many people had complained already... but in fact... it was just too damn interesting to watch her on an actual job.
She seemed to be very skilled and good in what she was doing... so Mariku found himself somewhat enchanted by following her to see if she would succeed.Every once in a while the girl came into dangerous situations, but never ended up succumbing to the perilous setting... until she almost, out of too harsh and rushed acting... had a quite unfortunate encounter with one of her antagonists... and he couldn’t help aiding her just a tad. Nobody knew he was around, yet his calm voice snapped against her ear like a whip, not one moment too early.
“In a hurry, sweet cheeks?” The person passed them by, just as she was turning her head violently, almost causing their lips to connect... it was merely a breather away from his own....But instead of giving her the opportunity to ask a question... he faded. Right before her eyes he dissolved, leaving her with more question than she probably ever had about him... but a far safer route.