#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]

@crimsonandgoldthieves

(Had Bakura won, lol)

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

[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.

[toranoya]

@crimsonandgoldthieves

[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.

[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

[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.

[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."

[puzzledmemories]

He's clueless.

[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

[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]

Like for a starter (Non-RP Blogs - DO NOT Interact!)

"I hope you'll at least provide me with some entertainment~"

OOC: I may regret this later, but since there's a bunch of new rp blogs following me... here is a starter call. DO NOT like or interact with this post if you're a non-rp blog!

[nvrcmplt]

Lil Mali