My sense of humor is very grave, it&#x27;s almost tomb much for me

#hello it is i the red death

“It was just pretty good?” There’s a pout that can be heard in is voice. “I was hoping to leave a better impression that just ‘pretty good’.”

I lived, bitch.

Soul Room

#main verse #duelingdestiny #HOLY FUCKING SHIT I REPLIED TO A THING

duelingdestiny:

thethiefkingbakura:

He stayed by his post at the door. Only waved, smiling simply as Atem left. “You’ll do good things for him!” Was the final call before the everything around Atem changed. And Bakura was there, looking mildly worried. Well, worried wasn’t the right word for it. Guarded more like it. Untrusting of the sudden short absence and then reappearance. Yet still despite it silent.

“Well you sure….showed up right next to me. Any reason you wanna clarify for the class?” He gave a lazy gesture towards Diabound, not too far off in the distance. Diabound lifted his head once addressed and looked about like a dog waiting for a ball to be thrown. Once it became apparent there would be no ball, it laid it’s head back down.

Atem frowned at his mirror’s words. How could they do good things for each other when there was nothing but resentment and mistrust between then? Clearly the copy wasn’t as modeled after him as much as Bakura thought. Or at least that’s what Atem thought himself…

Atem was actually relieved to see Bakura, but he attempted to remain guarded. Atem had new insight into his enemy and he knew if Bakura found out, well…he wasn’t going to like it one bit. While Atem knew there was no way he could keep it from him, there were better ways to tell him he had just spent what seemed like long hours inside the most intimate part of his brain. “Ah…I was looking at the hall of memories.” Atem said trying to best describe what happened. “And then…chains grabbed me and pulled me into the door at the end of the corridor.” He explained slowly, carefully, as if his words could shatter the small amount of peace they had. “Ah…when I came out of that memory I was…in your subconscious?” He realized how ridiculous it sounded when he said it out loud, but that’s exactly what happened.

Well that’s deeply alarming. For a moment he could have sworn Atem looked somewhat not upset to be in the same space as him. Bakura tensed up, unsure how to deal with anything other than open hostility directed his way. Anger he could deal with, intentions and motivation was pure. Concern he could not. Things got far too complicated when concern was brought into the mix. “Chains? Oh...Right. Those.” It was so out of left field what he had been expecting to hear the tense position relaxed. He glanced over at the hall in question. “They do that. Anything that gets close it just...tries to drag in. So I tend to avoid it.” There might have been some reason the chains had formed over time and constantly attempted to drag him into the back door. He had a theory it might of had something to do with repression trying to fight back and force you to face it.

But really he just would rather think the chains were assholes and just behaved like an asshole. Leave the deeper speculation for other times. “Did you actually get pulled in?” And he was back to regarding Atem, eyes narrowed in disbelief. Doubting. “You were out of my sight for maybe a minute.” However everything about him seemed to stiffen up at the mention of a subconscious. “What.”

The Self Knowledge Questionnaire

Take the test here and post your character’s results.

Tagged by: no one loves me :(

Below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:

AMBITION

You have a strong sense of potential and an intense drive to accomplish difficult things. The core of this is your ability to hold together the big goals and the daily efforts. Where other people’s hopes collapse when they encounter the tedium of the journey, you keep coming back. Oddly, it is actually your ability to endure feeling unheroic that counts. You know the power of working away solidly on what’s in front of you.

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

Tagging: @multifxrious @amxne

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!" (Pick a timeline, pick a universe, pick a verse. Dealers choice on it)

Atem saw what was coming as Bakura ran past him throwing everything at the witch he had, and she just kept on coming. He added his own power to his, and still no avail. Clearly they needed to regroup and try a different plan.

#you took something inteded to be sexual and made it magical girls i love you #this is why we work #destiny be damned #mahou shoujo yugoh

What started off as a string of curses in Egyptian quickly changed between Russian and Japanese, sometimes mid word, to get the most vile and properly expressed phrasing each language could do for his sheer level of distaste towards the current situation. The witch gave no indication it cared, and sent out more giant needles, their robe sized thread trailing behind.

The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

cassiopeias-art

HOLY HECK THERE IS A SPEEDPAINT FOR THIS ONE

#Khousa

HahahahahhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA AHAHA AHA AH

fight me scrublord im ripped

-arches a brow- Scrublord? That is a new one.

You scumlord, have entered the area. -He made an over dramatic show of cracking his knuckles, then just abruptly laughed.-

HahahahahhHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA AHAHA AHA AH

fight me scrublord im ripped

sweetlytempests

Art by Kazuki Takahashi (2016) [Source]

zelka94

I JUST REALIZED THAT THEY ARE PLAYING “POKEMON GO!”

*Kicks door open.* HOLY SHIT BIRTHDAY

HOLY SHIT BOYFRIEND! What did you steal for me. It better be a bridge!

“I’m…yeah. Figured we had a tradition of thoughtful and borderline psychotic gift giving to uphold. Also if anyone from the Egyptian government asks I’m a French Preservationist at the École Polytechnique. However if someone from France asks I’m Egyptian.”

“Can you speak French?” Atem didn’t even know why he asked. Bakura could speak several languages. “Well yes, and I believe dead bodies are for the 24th year, so you did well. Next year is linen.” He teased.

“I can speak only the small amount of French needed to fake it, really. So don’t ask me to actually be able to navigate in the country.” An easy shrug, like learning the few phrases needed to pretend you came from a different country was some normal problem to have. “Linen huh? If I was smarter I’d make a joke about Egyptian Cotton.”

*Kicks door open.* HOLY SHIT BIRTHDAY

HOLY SHIT BOYFRIEND! What did you steal for me. It better be a bridge!

“No joke. But some forging of documents. A lot of forging. Mostly cheating and taking into account both sides would believe I was from the other and not pursue to ask any questions. Either way it was a LOT of weird bureaucracy type bullshit I had to learn or pretend to understand but uh, ANYWAY. Congrats, you own yourself again.” He gave a small shrug, because really the documentation of ownership over the Nameless King Exhibit said all that needed to be known.

“You…gifted me with…my dead body for my birthday…’ He asked slowly looking at the bill of ownership, then back at Bakura. “I…thank you…I think.” It was strange, truly strange, but Atem had also gifted Bakura with bittersweet things over the years. “This is actually very cool.” He kissed his cheek. “Best boyfriend ever.”

“I’m...yeah. Figured we had a tradition of thoughtful and borderline psychotic gift giving to uphold. Also if anyone from the Egyptian government asks I’m a French Preservationist at the École Polytechnique. However if someone from France asks I’m Egyptian.”

#destiney be damned

*Kicks door open.* HOLY SHIT BIRTHDAY

HOLY SHIT BOYFRIEND! What did you steal for me. It better be a bridge!

He grinned a touch wider, nearly feral in a way that only happened when he got truly into the realm of batshit with his ideas. So it might have been a little strange when all he did was drop a thick envelope into Atem’s hand. “So most of this was legal, but lets be honest not all of it.”

“Oh gods. How long until the police show up?” He asked part in jest, but also part in earnest. He opened the envelope and took one look at Bakura. “This is a joke.” He said flatly.

*Kicks door open.* HOLY SHIT BIRTHDAY

HOLY SHIT BOYFRIEND! What did you steal for me. It better be a bridge!

First things first, TIME FOR BIRTHDAY SMOOCHES. “Pff, you steal a ten ton bridge once during a drunken night and you never live it down. Hey Tem.”

“Lay them on me Kura.” He said opening his arms. “Damn right you don’t.” He said grinning happily. “Now give me my gift.”

*Kicks door open.* HOLY SHIT BIRTHDAY

HOLY SHIT BOYFRIEND! What did you steal for me. It better be a bridge!

First things first, TIME FOR BIRTHDAY SMOOCHES. “Pff, you steal a ten ton bridge once during a drunken night and you never live it down. Hey Tem.”