#muse-malik

[toranoya]

Table

Malik nodded as Bakura fell quiet at that, but still submitted. "Good boy, you're being so well behaved, almost like I used the Rod on your pretty little head." Malik smirked as he pushed the shirt up more and ran the cold sphere of the Millennium Rod along his spine. "Undo your belt Ringy."

@crimsonandgoldthieves

[prachelley]

marik in the mind

[scarsofra]

Uh...hello?? Is anyone here still alive?

OOC: Hiii.... I decided to give this blog try number... I don't know at this point. Try as I might, I can never shake this muse. I love Malik to pieces. Even if I mostly linger in the My Hero Academia fandom, I keep coming back to him.

That said, I did finally break down and make a My Hero AU verse for him. Read about it on my about page. I honestly don't know who is left in the Yu-Gi-Oh! DM rp community, so branching out is probably the only way I can keep this blog active.

If we started a thread a year ago (or earlier), and you're interested in a thread, I'm willing to start something fresh and drop whatever we had. If you want to keep a thread we started way back when and it's still in my drafts, we can do that too.

[nvrcmplt]

He sits, eyes on the screen. He loves farming games.

[creartivefairy]

open: f (chara. 25+, atleast 21+)

muse: Malik Jeffrey Sevon | 29 | car detailer/artist | born: boston, ma

plot/theme: drunk texting, exs who can't leave each other alone, have moved on but not really..

Another shot rushed down MALIK's throat but this time, this shot should be his last but it wasn't. His skin pulsing with the bass of the music caused him to be on high alert of his section around him. The blue, yellow and purple lights cascaded across the full sea of women taking their photos for their socials. He wasn't interested, his face automatically turning up with disgust. none of them were her. Like electricity to a lightbulb, his fingers signaled at a sensation leading him to pick up his phone out of his back pocket. He must've maneuvered too fast because he shifted quickly between his feet before catching his balance. He still had her number too. He was surprised when he saw the photo that he took of them two years ago still set to her ID. 15 seconds seemed like a lifetime before he typed away his greeting 'I miss you something bad..' was all his fingers would allow him to type. Clicking the phone to black, he quickly tightened his grip on it stewing on what he just did.

[hearts-of-cards]

Continued @crudelistenebris

As pale fingers moved up to tap Malik's jaw, the blond's eyes widened as he was processing just what exactly it meant by insinuating that he could carry out his fantasy.

No. No way. He didn't expect Bakura to actually call him on his flirtatious bluff.

"What makes you think that's my fantasy?" He calls Bakura's own bluff and simply pulls him in closer as he grips his bronze digits into the material of his shirt once again.

"Don't act like you know everything I want." He says before leaning closer so his eyes could lock on the white-haired god's.

No, quite simply everything he could ever want was standing so close to him already.

[puzzledmemories]

anonymous sent: identity crisis: your muse has been split into two halves, one good and one evil for (anon specifies time) (( Either for Malik or Your Nasch/Shark?) for a day or up to mun how long it lasts.

Danny Phantom Inspired Magic Anons (accepting!)

"Well, feels like I have gotten soft." Nasch dusted off his cape. "To think I've spent my time here targeted by those who would oppose me, and I've done nothing about it? That's about to change."

"But, that's..." Shark couldn't believe what he was looking at. "You're me!" This wasn't just 'another Nasch' hanging around. Shark could feel it in his gut; this really was him. "Why are you--"

"Correction: you're the one who has gone soft." Nasch put a hand on his hip. "Hanging around that stupid human, Yuma. Opposing the very god that gave you another chance at life. It disgusts me to look at you, Shark."

Were these things he really thought? "Yuma never wanted us destroyed! Don Thousand tricked and manipulated us! I don't want Astral World to be destroyed!"

Well this didn't look good.

[the-kings-of-games]

Marik Ishtar On Gods, Love, and Fashion

“The goal of fashion, like any art, is to be, and my goal is to be seen. [ ] My childhood was not an easy one, I survived it. Though the situation may differ from person to person, I know a lot of people understand what it’s like to hide yourself from the rest of the world. Like how Egyptian and Japan impacted my life, so did my childhood. My sister agrees with me. She was my light then. She believed in me when nobody else did and did everything she could to help me. So Inugami is for her, and me. And everyone else who understands. So of course, my biggest project yet will be loud. Colorful in ways the dark is not.”

My piece for @bratty-doll, an interview with Ishtar about his newest, and perhaps greatest, fashion line and its inspiration from family, tradition, and culture titled "Marik Ishtar on Gods, Love, and Fashion." Feel free to tell me what you think! :D

Please enjoy! Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37743391

[crimsonandgoldthieves]

"Did i ever say how pretty Malik was...no? there you go then my rare time i admit someones attractive."

keep scrolling the dash-

[adventures-written]

;; Plotted starter for @mythoustales​ for Ather.

Malik stood at the base of the temple, a clear sheen of sweat glistened over his dark skin. It had been quite the trek to get out there. This temple was situated in the forest, and not exactly easy to get to. A glance down at his side, he looked at his hilted sword. He would have to sharpen it when he got back home. He had certainly dulled the blade cutting through the brush to get here.

Taking in a deep breath, Malik steadied himself. He just needed a second to ground himself.

He had heard stories of people guarding this temple. Talented fighters, though, he couldn’t see them right now. Perhaps the stories were just a lie. Perhaps this whole thing would just be a false hope. Something he’d curse later for allowing himself to have even the faintest hope in any of this.

“Well the disappointment isn’t going to find itself...” he murmured, starting up the steps. He was cautious with each step he took, a hand resting near to the hilt of his blade as he moved. He had to be careful, just in case there were people inside. Or worse, some sort of forest animal nesting there. Though, when he got to the top of the stairs, he was both relieved and disappointed to see it was empty. “Great...” he murmured, stepping inside and looking around. 

The place didn’t look like much to him. It wasn’t like he was an overly religious type. He stopped believing in a God a long time ago, but when hope sprang up, it always got the better of him. Especially when it involved his younger brother. “Shoulda known that idiot at the restaurant was a lying piece of shit...” he growled, kicking at one of the murals on a wall.

He continued to grumble under his breath, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He drew one out, placing it between his lips and flicking open his lighter. A long drag of the cigarette was taken as his gaze fell on the mural, carefully breathing out smoke at it. “Waste of a damn trip...”

[sesshy380]

Virtually non-existent wordcount today.

I did get an idea on where to go for that scene rewrite, but I wasn't able to jot any of it down because I got invited out of nowhere to dinner with the in-laws. I live on these people's property...do I not see enough of them???

Praying that the brain muses bless me with a return of the idea tomorrow (thanks @x-atlas-x for letting me bounce off you for a bit, it did help! I just wasn't able to remember when I got back from dinner what had popped into my head 😭)

Also, I REMEMBERED THE DIALOGUE I HAD FORGOTTEN TO WRITE!!! I still can't believe I wrote an entire line of dialogue only in my head, but physically wrote the reply lol

I am going to include those lines below the cut just because I can't believe I couldn't figure out the missing line at first. It was so obvious. The missing line is the second Atem line.

Atem furled his brow in confusion. “You make it sound as if you actually care.”

Bakura held up his hands while leaning away. “Hey now, don’t read into it. I just fucking know what you’re going through. Maybe not exactly…but I have an idea. Besides, what fun is killing you if you’re just waiting for death? I gotta make you want to live. How else am I supposed to enjoy that final moment of yours?”

Atem blinked a few times before replying. “I’ve said it several times now, and I’m sure I’ll say it several more times before I die: There is something majorly wrong with you.”

“I know! Isn’t it great! And to think, you’re currently on the path to becoming just like me!” Bakura stated sarcastically.

[toranoya]

Cue Ryou offering Malik a home made birthday cake. "Happy birthday, Malik. I know it's not much, but I hope this will do for now."

Malik looked at the cake for a moment and then up at Ryou and then down at the cake again. "Thank you. I hope you didn't tell Bakura. I don't need any more excitement today from your other half."

[cognitivefunk]

This is currently my fav song to associate with Marik/Malik Isthar 

[scarsofra]

Malik Ishtar B-Day Event

Malik groaned and flopped back on his bed. It was that time of year again. Gods, just make this day go by fast.

OOC: Malik hates his birthday and will likely angst through a lot of the day, but if you want, you can send him birthday wishes and gifts. Or torment him further. Up to you. 

[nvrcmplt]

Lil Mali

[hopefulstarfire]

Rishid loves Maddoxs twins more than anything. They are just as much his daughters as they are Maddoxs in his eyes. Becoming their Abi, their other Dad, is one of the greatest blessings he's ever received and he's so beyond proud of them.

Marik and Ishizu adore these kids. They're their nieces, after all, of course they love them.

But Marik has turned them into his new sidekicks. He's trying to install a second side car on his motorcycle so he can take them on rides. He spoils them rotten. He's the uncle hyping them up on sugar all the time.