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Yo me and a friend are doing a Yugioh IC truth or dare chatzy, come join us!Ā Pass is āpartyā
rises from the dead aesthetic edit of season 0 yami yugi
Dangan Yugioh, a discord based Yugioh/Dangan Ronpa crossover RP.
16 students expect to attend their first day of school, but instead wake up in a deserted school and are told to kill one another to escape.Ā Will you survive?
Join the discord here!
I could disappear, disappear Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā There is a voice inside of me I don't know
And all his words keep echoing trim and low
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I've been waiting for a sign to appear
Starter call.Ā Like or reblog for a short starter^^
@zorc-necrophades
āZorc.Ā Iāve come to kill you.ā
He brandished a knife in one hand, not as a traditional weapon, but as an implement for games.Ā This was it, he thought.Ā His ultimate purpose as the guard of the door to darkness.Ā With this, he could eliminate sickness from the hearts of men, he thought.
āPrepare yourself to die.ā
dejaouija
  A successful spider web is spun not just with strength⦠But patience. Only then is it sturdy enough to snag the fly to be tied up and devoured. And Bakura has woven an elaborate web thanks to his incredible cunning and manipulation. It had taken years, but with careful planning he was finally able to break the spirit of his enemy and shape him into something unrecognizable.
Never leave a lonely ghost without eyes to watch him.
Ā Ā Bakuraās lips form a subtle smirk, eyes lidded in content as he feigns a smile.
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies him but a soulā¦
Ā Ā āVery good,ā the spirit murmurs, reaching down and plucking a shard of the glass off of the ground, fumbling with it for a moment as he watches Yami hurriedly clean up the shattered pieces.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI like seeing that you are learning to clean up after your mistakes.ā
Yami frowned while looking down at the floor.Ā āI do clean up after my mistakes.āĀ He picked up some of the last glass pieces with as little contact as possible, gaze off of Bakura for once.Ā āI distribute divine justice with the shadow games.ā
He blinked, like he had just remembered something long forgotten.Ā Yami looked up at Bakura like he wanted guidance, or at least someone to tell him what to do.
āI havenāt played a shadow game in weeks,ā he said, his throat dry.Ā Had he lost track of the time heād spent here?Ā He had been slacking on what heād been supposed to be doing.
Yami stood up with the glass in the tissue and threw it away.Ā āIāll go out today and find someone to play against.āĀ Maybe heād go back to feeling normal after that.
dejaouija
Ā Ā Dusky eyes follow Yamiās movements silently, meticulously; by this point, Bakura had memorized most of his fellow spiritās mannerisms and behaviors, and was only attempting toperfect the rest of the minute details into his conscious. That quiet analysis comes to a halt, though, as the game continuedā coming to an even more silent stand off when glass is swiped off of the table, crashing onto the floor beneath their feet.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āā¦ā
Bakura leans downward, snatching at Yamiās chin with a strong grip. Those same dusky eyes now sharpen into an attentive, narrow stare.
Ā Ā ā⦠Careful not to cut up those fingers of yourās. You have already made one clumsy mistake,ā the geist murmurs, before shifting his expression into one of a light smirkā he shakes his head, that icy, dead-to-the-touch hand pulls off of Yamiās chin and pats lightly at the puzzle spiritās cheek.
āOh but it was only a mistakeā¦ā
When Bakura grabbed his chin, Yamiās heart sunk into his stomach.Ā He had done it now, Bakura must be furious with him.Ā The thought made him anxious in a way that was unusual to him, normally when he fought with friends he would be convinced that he was in the right.Ā But he knew that he would have nowhere to go if not for Bakuraās kindness.
āI didnāt...!ā Yami was cut off by Bakuraās words.Ā He immediately relaxed, muscles going slack.Ā Bakura really was a good person, he thought.
āIāll clean this up...ā he muttered.Ā Yami took a tissue and started to pick up the pieces of glass one by one, glancing occasionally at Bakura.Ā It wasnāt the best for his pride, but he figured it was a small price to pay, and besides, the glass needed to be picked up anyway.Ā He kept kneeling on the floor, like someone swearing loyalty to a king.
dejaouija
Ā Ā It had been two weeks since Yami had been captured by the vicious geist and put through a world of absolute torture and terror; beaten down and treated like trash, Bakura was hellbent on assuring that he could reshape and manipulate the ancient pharaohās psyche into an image that was no longer recognizable⦠Through devious action and meddling, the spirit of the ring had successfully broken Yamiās spirit, and then snagged him into a web of deceit after wiping the memories of Yami and himself from the minds of all of those that he loved.
āPatience is not a virtue of mine, friendā¦ā
  A master plan had been enacted⦠Now, Yami was but putty in the hands of Bakura:malleable and very fun to play with.
āCould you not tell by the types of RPGs that I play?ā He questions, opening one of his eyes and looking across the table at his companion; there he goes, prattling about Yugi.
āWhat was that you were saying?ā
ā...Nothing,ā mumbled Yami. He looked away, pensive.Ā He tried to tell himself that this was temporary, all his friends would take him back soon enough.Ā It was a cold comfort.
Yami moved his bishop to pin Bakuraās queen to the king, unaware that it would make his own queen vulnerable.Ā Ā āIf you could just focus on the-ā Yami made a sweeping gesture with his hands, gently knocking a glass of water off the table.Ā Yami flinched as the glass fell to the floor, shattering.Ā He looked back at Bakura with eyes like a deer in headlights.Ā Despite knowing better, a deep part of him was afraid that Bakura would get angry with him, that Bakura would kick him out.
Yami knelt on the floor to start picking up shards of glass.
@dejaouijaā:
Lithe fingers reach forward as he shakes his head, taking one of his knights and moving it across the chess board. Yami is surprisingly competent and enjoyable company when ripped of his initial free will⦠But of course, the rest of the world did not need to know that, nor did the spirit of the puzzle need to know just exactly what games he had been playing in order to achieve this state of mind.
āI suppose that is what happens when two souls are trapped for so many years on their ownā¦ā
āYouāve been improving since we first started playing together,ā Yami studied the board.Ā Ā āIf you were more patient, youād probably win more.ā
Yami looked up at Bakura with surprisingly unguarded eyes.Ā To Bakura it might have been strange, but it wouldnāt have been unusual to Yugi until recently.Ā He was starting to consider Bakura a friend more than just an ally, or even before that, an enemy.Ā After all, Bakura had been nice enough to let him stay here until they found the puzzle.Ā He was sharp like broken glass around the edges, but he seemed to have bonded with Yami over the past few weeks too.
āWhen we play, Yugi always-...ā Yamiās face lit up and then became bitter once more.
Yami voice:
Marik: āCan you read this?ā
Yami: āWhat up, my nameās Atem, Iām 3,000, and I never fucking learned how to read.ā
Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters
Instead of a specific plot to work around, hereās a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and Iāll either make a starter or approach you to plot!
šA full moon night with wind whistling through the trees
šThe seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance
š¤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes
šA cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely
š¹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room
š§ Rain in the early morning, so dark that thereās hardly a sunrise
āŖA church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence
š³A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears
āµOn the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore
šA chilly, overcast autumn afternoon
šMidnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away
šAfter dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends
šSitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting
ā”Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way
š„An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants
š¾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles
šMurky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away
š„ A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it
š§Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring
šTaking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water
šæAn old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history
šA cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt
šA dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home
šThe sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere
šAn attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead
ā A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering
šAn enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence
šInside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again
āTaking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood
āAt a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring
šµA winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, itsĀ āvacancyā light flickering red
š¤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it
šA quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods
ā "Punishment game, I get to throw a knife at your head," said Yami, throwing a knife at his head.ā is honestly probably the best sentence i have ever written
i was gonna go to bed but then i saw this
Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.
0 being āIām not scared of that at allā to 10 being āNOPE NOPE NOPEā
@hanekuriboh
An image fluttered in and out of sight in Judaiās vision.Ā At first it would be something to ignore, but eventually it focused into the form of Judai himself.Ā The specter flinched and looked around.
āOther me?ā the ghost spoke in a voice that was uncharacteristic of Judai himself in tone.Ā He held up a hand in front of his face.Ā This was strange, he thought, looking at his own face.Ā He had never been able to communicate with his other self before.Ā āCan you hear me?ā