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[cannibalmariku]

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The wrench felt light in his hands, powered by his momentum and anger. The brat had run their mouth for far to long and he was done playing nice. Most would crumble after some time, some would fall apart immediately upon realizing their position. Some would fight it till the bitter end. 

There were times that he enjoyed it and the futile hope and hard hardheadedness they carried  them forward no matter what he threw at them. They seemed to live the longest…. Be useful for more games and fun to be had but this one in particular was just pissing him off. Fine, he’d end it early then. Unleash his brutality make it a painful end. 

He aimed for the jaw, sickening cracking sounds and the gargled and muddled screams leaving his victim were inhuman and grotesque. Broken bits of teeth and his jaw starting to hang uselessly before Mariku finally started to move to his limbs. He deserved it. They all deserved it. He deserved to be in pain and die slowly and be nothing more than cattle to him for slaughter. They were all s stupid, it was their own fault. Their fault! Their fault! Their fault! 

The sound had been soft but he’d heard it. His sharp senses were unlike any other especially in such a position. His movements stopping all at once as his body turned towards the sound that was the basement door opening. The metal wrench falling from his grip to clatter loudly onto the concrete floor as he stared up at the source… 

He was unsure what to feel, it was a face similar to his own and part of him saw this as a good sign. The other however… still very paranoid at someone witnessing his actions. 

“’Evening…” 

[isleomuses]

@denpaduo​ & @xthexrevenantx​

Ah thank you both!!! (((o(*°▽°*)o)))

I did have a good birthday!! got some good stuff and cheesecake uwu

[kaibab-the-grumpy-dragon]

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed (for kat)

[text]: then just fuckin eat it anyway m8 life is too short

[teakettlesandearrings-blog]

What does your Hero Smell Like? Tube socks and nebulae. Definitely not what you want to hear on a date. Ryou is right on, though; that lines up pretty well with my synesthetic perceptions of him.

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[curseofmarik]

@xthexrevenantx

Marik paced around the tomb, eyes wide and blood pumping as he recounted exactly what he had done in the past 24 hours.

He’d somehow stollen the seven millennium items from Kaiba Corp, brought them back to Egypt, found his family’s old tomb, and finished his ritual to bring back his darker half to the world. If anyone had watched over him during each step, they would have thought he was crazy. 

And maybe he was. 

He couldn’t think about that now, though, as he watched the stone chamber around him glow, magic filling every corner, and his feet stopping their endless pacing. He needed this. He needed to talk to his other half, like he needed air and water to live. It was the last loose end to tie before he could begin to try and piece together his life, and he just knew he was being a selfish little shit about it,  but he one again, didn’t care. If the ritual worked, it would bring back his shadow in a human form of his own, and he could make amends with himself.

Of course, that would leave Yami Marik to the real world, having to learn how to be human and fend for himself, without even being asked if he wanted to be alive.

Marik didn’t care. He couldn’t at this point, he was too far into the ritual. All he could do now was just stand there and watch as his shadow manifested before his eyes.

[corruptedkeeper]

Housemates | @xthexrevenantx

Well, this was the place. And thank the Gods that he had finally been able to find it. Marik had been driving around the entirety of Domino City on his motorcycle like an idiot for the past twenty five or so minutes due to the fact that he didn’t own a GPS and was also terrible with directions. Basically, he had just spent all of that time driving around and looking at street names until he found the one that corresponded to the address he had written down on the piece of paper now crumpled up and stuffed into his pants pocket.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the blond took his helmet off and stood from his seat on the motorcycle. From the outside, this place really didn’t look half bad. He just hoped that he could say the same for the inside. This was a cheap place after all - the only one that he could currently afford. But hey, he’d take anything he could if it meant not having to go back to Egypt. Because as much as he loved his brother and sister…there were far too many bad memories waiting for him back in Egypt. All poor Marik wanted was a new start, and he had been given the perfect chance to do so by staying here in Domino City.

Marik walked up to the door of the house, pulling out the keys that he had been given and unlocking the door. “Right…let’s see what this place is really like.”

Honestly, he wasn’t quite sure what he had been expecting. He wasn’t particularly ‘wowed’ by the inside of the house, but he wasn’t completely disgusted or disappointed either. It was exactly what could have been expected by a house the price of this one. Nothing flashy or fancy, seemingly older appliances in the kitchen (and likely in the bathroom as well). It was a dull, boring, regular old house. Oh well - it would do just fine for Marik. He didn’t need anything grand and wonderful anyway, he just needed some place that he could call his own.

[my-ohh-mai]

@xthexrevenantx | [ ♥ ]

❝ Y-you... you can’t be.. ❞ She could feel her knees growing weak as the figure appeared before her, alive and in the flesh. The same ominous air that had made her sick at the thought, CHURNED her stomach with an aching pull. He was here. He was very, very real. She couldn’t even speak his name--Marik.

Violet gaze grew blank, drinking him in. He no longer had the Rod.--the one that had left her body dormant and soul in ruins. She could purge at the memory of that place. Why? How? How was this despicable being standing before her? Two years later?

❝ A-are you dead? A-are you..? ❞ Tears threatened to spill from empty hues as she forced herself to back up. The faintness of her heels meeting concrete echoed with each shaky step. No one but them, here in the dead of night. An empty street of Domino City.

[kaibab-the-grumpy-dragon]

*LOUD PURR*