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[florence-midknight]

Dropping Threads (7)

If you are tagged in this, then we have a thread and I am asking if you would like to continue it or drop it. If I do not hear from you, I will assume you wish to drop it.

[duelingdestiny]

Have any favorite Marik's?

lksdjhgaldjkh

OH MY GOD

Frigginmarik

psycho-of-my-heart

mariksebastian-ishtar

Ofscars

Again. I am missing someone of import. I’ll just flail and freak out in a separate post when I figure it out lol.

[millennium-hearts]

"ME!! OTHER ME!!!!"

"I HAVE BIG NEWS!!!!!!"

"I WANT TO TELL YOU FIRST!!!"

[millennium-hearts]

Marik Gossip

"Psst. Other me! Hey, you there? I got a question!"

[millennium-hearts]

Here you go! My hand at trying animation over the summer. I spent so many nights working on this until the sun rose and this is as much as I get out, but oh well. It's part of my story in my headcanons, too.

(I don't have flash animation, so I had to do it on Sai and compile it on Windows Movie Maker.)

[florence-midknight]

Highschool AU (@frigginmarik)

Bakura Touzoku wasn't really the best of students. In fact, if you asked any of the students or staff they would all say the same thing.

"He's trouble."

He was they type of student that would wear whatever he wanted, push kids in the hallway, and smoke out on the roof during lunch break.

Of course, no one confronted him about it. In fact, not only were the students frightened of him, but the teachers as well. However...

There was one teacher that Bakura's scare tactics didn't work on. And it was this teacher that was currently on the top of his "I'm going to torture you to death" list.

"Mr. Touzoku, would you like to explain to me why you were twenty minutes late to class, and failed to turn in your paper?"

Bakura looked to the teacher, Mr. Akhenaden, with a lazy expression.

"I don't owe you any explanation, Mr...Cock-naden."

The students gasped around him and Bakura smirked, his sardonic tone ever present on his face. However, instead of the teacher paling in fear, as was wise, or turning away, the man remained blank faced before grabbing a paper off of his desk.

"Fine, then I believe I owe you a detention slip."

Bakura's grin slipped off of his face quickly as he sat up.

"Excuse me?"

The teacher nodded before walking to the white haired student, slapping the slip on his desk as he said flatly, "I owe you your detention slip. Now you can either report to detention for an hour after school, or I can call to the office and get you suspended for quite a long time. Your choice."

Bakura wanted to flip the old man off, cuss him out...

But his conselour had already told him that if he missed any more days, he wouldn't be able to graduate this year.

And so, with a begrudging attitude and internal stream of cusses a mile long, the white haired student stormed off to the detention hall, hoping to have the hour to himself.

How wrong he would be.