#hiddenknxves

[thiefakefia]

@hiddenknxves continued from (x) 

Akefia blinked, having been trying to goad Bakura into a fight. Not give him something to cuddle. It was such a free, and easy, movement too. No shame. Akefia hated it, an odd, burning anger growing in his chest. Bakura looked weak, and childish. Didn’t he have anything else to worry about? Could he afford to be as carefree as that? 

“No.” He answered Bakura’s question, indignant.

Yes.

“Only children want those sorts of things.” 

[divergentiisms]

hiddenknxves

"I don't know how you fools can drink that shit. Taste terrible if you ask me."

@hiddenknxves​

"My Father liked it, so I ended up drinking it a lot growing up regardless of how I felt about it and ended up liking it too. The stronger it is, the better."

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

@hiddenknxves​​

“--Your FACE is a disease.”

[cannibalmariku]

@hiddenknxves​

For such a mountain of a man, Mariku moved with such grace on the stage. So strong and agile as he twirled around the pole near effortlessly. The music loud in his ears against patrons cheering at him. It’s where he felt he thrived outside of the kitchen or his basement. A special type of joy and self satisfaction only this could provide him with. It was always such a generous stroke to his ego. 

He’d been so wrapped up in his work. Finishing his last set for the evening as he hopped off the pole, feet flat against the stage when something caught his eye. Doing a double take as he finally realized what he was looking at. 

A familiar mop of white hair. 

Oh, how wonderful. When was the last time the other had seen him work? it didn’t matter, hurrying to gather his tips before leaving the stage. He was done for the night, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still play. 

He’d slipped back into his normal attire, A deep plum dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black trousers. He looked like any other working man, not at all a sex worker. Not that he cared if people knew or not, it was simply his style. 

Once he’d made his way into the crowd, he retraced his memory, following the direction he’d remembered seeing the man sitting. His scent meeting his nose and making it even easier before he finally had the other in his sights. Moving in from behind as he crept near the booth he was sitting at. Soundless in his movements. 

“If I had known you’d be here tonight, I would have reserved you a table~.” He purred near the others ear, reaching over the booth to stroke a finger along his shoulder teasingly. 

[tumbarius-blog1]

@hiddenknxves liked for a starter!

“There’s no need to be so feisty, now,” the alter cooed, smirking at the former spirit. Amused, he reached out a hand to touch Bakura’s face, fascinated by the tiniest features that separated him now from the body Marik had met back in Battle City. It was clear the other man was already irritated, and he couldn’t help but pick on him a bit more. He wondered how far that he could push the other man before he snapped, lashed out, anything that might bring the alter further entertainment.

[takeyoubythethroat]

Putters by AlyOh

My first commission by @mxlik of @hiddenknxves’s muse <3

This was so fun to do! I’m eager to get started on the second! Thank you!

[futurxxs]

hiddenknxves replied to your post: i cant fucking take SUB!Bakura serious he sounds...

{sub is 10000% better tho???? dub is so cringy i die

BAKURA SOUNDS LIKE A GIRL BRO XD

[ancientgoldboundspirit-a]

"Is that a knife in your pocket or are you jus-- oh fuck it's a knife."

always has been