#tounan

[keeperofra-blog]

            @keeperofra​ | @tounan​

                         ❝ 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢                                𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎? ❞

[futurxxs]

@tounan

“Marik is not here right now, Thief.” She said, eyes narrowing. “So come back another time.”

[potofpositivity]

tounan is the sweetest person I’ve met in this community and you all should follow them ASAP.

> yami-no-marik

[yuu-uugi-blog]

“You need both legs to run, why don’t I break one?”

hypnoanalysis said: “You need both legs to run, why don’t I break one?” | kidnapped meme

Heart hammering in his chest, Yugi scrambled backwards. He hadn’t been expecting to find this pair. “Marik, Bakura,” he lifted a hand as though it’d help in keeping them away from him. A wall pressed into his back, and Yugi pressed his hands against it, using it to help him stand. The two of them blocked the only exit, and Yugi’s eyes focused on the space between their shoulders. “You don’t have to do this, you’re not-…” He trailed off as Bakura loomed over him, and he quietly wished he still had his puzzle. With just Marik blocking the exit, he had a chance. 

A sinister grin crossed Bakura’s face, and Yugi let out a slight whimper, and then pushed himself away from the wall, easy ducking under Bakura’s arm, and running for the gap to Marik’s left. With any luck, he’d taken them both by surprise, and would be able to get past Marik before his slow synapses even realised what had happened.

[trafalgar-bleedingheart-law]

@tounan

❝ — …I don’t want it. ❞  

Ruuuude. But Law didn’t care. He was used to rude. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine. Malik-ya can have this one too. Bye old man!”

Has super white hair ... must be old.

[thiefakefia]

//but can we all just agree that @tounan and @2etokaiba r the coolest people eva like if u agree <3 

[hypnoanalysis-blog]

💖💖💖

send me a 💖 and i’ll talk about a random blog that i like!

as always, being a kiss ass that i am, @tounan is the start of the list. i love their kura, i love our shitty thieves being assholes together on skype. i love talking to you every day. they’re aesthetically perfect.<3

@shxdowmonarch was technically the first person i followed when i made this blog and oh my god i don’t regret it. her mariku is absolutely perfect and always makes me laugh. nikki is extremely funny and sweet, i enjoy seeing her on the dash. #teamsamevoice

as problematic and annoying as @blue-eyes-white-kaiba, i adore their interpretation of him. Liz is by far one of my favourite Kaiba’s, they’re fun to pick on and to interact with, because like liz, kaiba’s one giant fucking meme.

[rarehxnter-blog]

@tounan

The young man whispered, lips moving seamlessly, repeating ancient words in an endless chant as his hands pressed, firmly, against the stone tablet before him. He had prepared for years: spent night after night reading scriptures and journals, research done by historians with intelligence far superior to his, but with determination only a fraction of the size. Besides, he had first-hand experience in dark magic. This was quite the task, but it was nothing impossible. 

His cat, Ramesses XII, watched with wide, frightened eyes form the other side of the room, either nervous of her master or for him. As Marik’s chanting grew louder, she skittered away into the kitchen suite. If she’d had fur, it would have been stood on end. He didn’t notice her disappearing, eyes completely focused on the tablet before him. There was no pentagram, no candles, no scattered raven figures. His summoning was far more modest, but far more mentally challenging.

He had been opening and exercising his mind for years and now, finally, finally, he was ready, but he could already feel his throat constricting and his hands quivering. Reconstructing a soul was taxing, but he could feel the power beginning to rise below his palms, like he was drawing salt out of the ocean. This had to work. He didn’t know what might happen if it didn’t.

As the final words of his chant left his mouth, his volume rose a little. Were his hands glowing? Could he feel a breeze? He took a deep, steadying breath, and shut his eyes tightly. Then, with an almighty effort, he wrenched his hands away from the tablet, and waited, afraid to reopen his eyes. Afraid that he would see, or not see, the spirit he had been trying to reform.