#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

[toranoya]

lol @crimsonandgoldthieves @little-yugi-muto-rp

✌🏻💥

[prettysymbiosis]

thinking about I won't mind thinking about drunk thinking about bordersz thinking about golden thinking about scripted thinking about fresh air thinking about insomnia thinking about alienated thinking about gates of hell thinking about gave and most of all I am thinking about the unresolved chord at the end of it's you.

[scarsofra]

I returned from my unannounced hiatus...

"I'm finally back," Malik announced with a smirk. "Now what card game tournament can I wreck next~?"

OOC: Hi... sorry for being gone for so long. I had to get drafts under control on my My Hero blogs before tackling this boy again. I had 103 drafts on my Bakugou blog and then another 57 drafts on my Deku blog. It was ridiculous. I'm also finishing up a fic for a BakuDeku bigbang event that's due in December. Been busy busy.

[nvrcmplt]

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

[toranoya]

@crimsonandgoldthieves

(Had Bakura won, lol)

Hello thiefshipping nation, may I join in? 👀 (the bunny suit is inspired by Rabbit Hole of DECO*27)

[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.

[feltlikewriting]

It’s been over a month. In the blink of an eye, I've become ten years old again. Frightened and gutted. Through writing I've conveyed the words I'm unable to verbally express and I’ll keep writing until I begin to understand and fully acknowledge what I'm feeling.

I know no more than 15 One Direction songs by heart. (That'll change soon). I got my first smartphone at 8, and back then, I didn’t even understand the concept of listening to a full album or realize they were on YouTube. So until now, I haven’t experienced a full One Direction album. My parents weren’t going to spend money on a boy band, so I never owned any merch or saw them live. Growing up, I was constantly told that my love for them was a “passing phase.” They didn’t understand that this so-called “phase” would become one of the most formative periods of my life.

I've always felt like my status as a Directioner was somehow “less than.” My journey with One Direction was strikingly different from most fans’. For nearly all my life, I’ve lived in Florida, and discovering One Direction is deeply woven with memories of beaches, palm trees, and that unrelenting Florida sun—even in December. I have vivid memories of hearing “What Makes You Beautiful” at Bravo Supermarket, of their faces plastered on lunchboxes at Walmart (seriously, they were like $3—my mom could’ve bought me one!), or of their songs blasting from a neighbor’s car. I remember being so excited to go grocery shopping with my mom because I knew I would hear them. My relationship with One Direction grew from chance encounters, and I treasured every one of them. I remember looking forward to going grocery shopping with my mom because I knew I'd hear them. My One Direction “concerts” took place at the foot of my bed and in front of my bathroom mirror. Ages 8-11 were my One Direction years.

One Direction is the foundation of my childhood. They’re a symbol of wholesomeness, of youth, of being a kid. I kept them with me even when I reached my preteen years and decided I decided I wasn’t a little girl anymore. The world around me was changing, and so did my relationship with One Direction. I still loved them, but in my mind, I was “more mature” about it now.

When Zayn left, I accepted it—maybe more easily than some others did—because by then I understood that sometimes people move on. As much as it hurt, he was still alive; he’d just gone a different route. I still had them. Even when “Drag Me Down” came out and they were down to four, I still had them, because in my mind, all five of them were still somewhere out there living and breathing, always available for me to rediscover at my leisure. I’d always have them. Every time I wanted to dive into their music or watch an old interview, I put it off, because I figured they’d always be there. I never imagined a world where one of them might truly be gone.

The older I got, the stranger it felt to revisit songs that I thought were meant to stay in my a 9-year-old memories. I wanted to preserve those songs in that special time in my life, so I kept them there. One Direction was like a first love for me, a cherished part of my past that I always looked back on fondly but didn’t need to bring into my current life. I always thought they’d be there, out in the world somewhere.

Losing Liam Payne has shattered my foundation, brutally. One Direction was immortal to me; I always thought I’d be the one to go before any of them. I could never imagine one of them dying. They weren’t just people to me—they were something more, something brighter and kinder than the flawed world and people around me. Now I’m forced to see them as human, as people capable of mistakes and mortality. This shift has left me reeling, as though I’m grieving not only Liam but also the heroes of my childhood. The memories and songs keep the loss fresh, not enough sadness driving me to stop; I can't.

In a strange way, this is the most connected to my inner child I’ve ever felt, because it’s her who feels this loss so deeply. Since his passing, I’ve been pulled back into those days. I am that girl again, singing to the walls of my bedroom. One Direction never really left me. It’s amazing how one news article brought a past version of myself crashing into me. That part of me never stopped walking with me; it’s been waiting for a moment like this to remind me of who I was. I keep reminding myself: there’s no hierarchy to being a Directioner. I have to keep telling myself that I'm allowed to feel this loss. Grief is nuanced and doesn’t need permission—it’s okay if this has hit me hard, even when I feel like I ‘shouldn’t’ grieve. The child in me feels this loss as deeply as the adult I am now.

She'll never stop feeling it. Neither will I. ❤️‍🩹

[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."

[toranoya]

@crimsonandgoldthieves

[evilgirljesus]

take it off, take it off baby just take it off <3

[scuttledusk]

lazy paraposting time. randomly generated color palettes that remind me of moonstone guys GO.

Artemis

Page

Lillian

Cecelia

Tabby

Allegro

Jack

Malik

Tobias

Ivory

[puzzledmemories]

He's clueless.

[toranoya]

Malik nodded as he let Bakura look at him, a light dusting of a blush forming as Bakura just kept staring for a time until he dropped his pants. Now it was Malik's turn to stare at Bakura's full frontal as he swallowed and nodded as he undid his belt and tossed it aside before shimmying out of his skinny jeans and let Bakura look gawk at him again. "I trust you're not displeased?"

Bakura rolled his eyes. "Yes but im always facing away from you most of the time." His confidence would be bolder if he saw Malik undress as well. He reaches out pulling the other in for a hug light so not to startle him. "Very..happy i don't get to see you like this all the time." He moved away he couldn't back out now since Malik had just allowed that misbehavior. Gaze didn't lock onto the other but he did as told a minute ago and undressed while his face was burning red.

[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...”

[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.