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[horrorunearthed]

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[scarsofra]

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[ghostofthering]

Malik: I like my men like I like my bikes

Malik: Fast, dangerous, and makes a vicious growling noise when I ride them ;)

Bakura: ...

Bakura: get out

[icyceo-blog]

the-bringer-of-chaos

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had a crush on me.”

“...”

“Mokuba sent it as a prank.”

[redeyespride-blog]

"Not that I really care much, but I overheard from Isis that it was your birthday today," Malik remarked with a shrug. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to look as casual as possible. "Maybe I'll buy you a drink sometime."

“Oh right. That’s today, yeah. I uh..wonder how her of all people found out.” Considering Jou never really knew Ishizu that well.

“..oh, but, that’s okay. I don’t drink. Now food on the other hand..”

[hostofthering]

//continued from here

@the-bringer-of-chaos​

Malik was narrowly successful at dodging the second snowball. It scraped past his hair, smashing against the wall beside him. The audacity of Ryou throwing another one propelled Malik to even faster speeds.

By the time Ryou reached the doorknob, Malik’s hand was clamped tightly over the wrist and squeezed down hard. “Don’t think for one second that I won’t hurt you just because you happen to share bodies with Bakura,” he snarled. After all, Malik had already hurt Bakura even while the spirit was in control. Ryou wouldn’t be any exception to that when he decided to pelt Malik with a snowball.

In the last moment, he felt the steel grab on his wrist, and despite his try to jerk out of it, the pressure on his hand only tightened, making him let go of the doorknob with a frustrated hiss. “I don’t share anything.” Ryou’s face twisted in annoyance, and he glared at Malik, the stare cautious and cold. Even with his heart pounding in his chest, deep in his sharp eyes, there was satisfaction. “Are you going to hit me now? Fine, do it, and get out already- I don’t have a day for you.” Never he even thought, of hiding behind the spirit in this or any other confrontation.

[potofpositivity]

i have a great respect and admiration for the-bringer-of-chaos for getting Malik so well and explaining their headcanons that honestly follow logically from canon. they've taught me a lot about Malik as an in-depth multifaceted character with life to him and i adore their grasp on Malik.

> touzoku-ou-bakura

[genosynth-blog]

Malik Ishtar - criminal mastermind, potential telepath, abusively rich, ruthless to follower and opponent alike, six speeding fines. Waiting impatiently on an adjacent roof, Genos dismissed the flare of information glittering over its eyes and leapt straight for the Rare Hunter’s location. Landing with a scrape on the roof, it rolled into the impact, and to its feet.

Subtly, Genos entered the building - or as subtly, as tearing a chunk out of the ceiling could be. It was convoluted; it was annoying, but with that manoeuvre, it had slipped past the guards without casualty. Until proven otherwise, each person in Malik Ishtar’s service was to be suspected of being an unwilling hostage, and it was that Genos kept in mind, as it moved through the stronghold.

The hostages-slash-guards at least were easy, even with restraint dictating its every move, Genos quickly reached the inner sanctum. Here, there was no subtle option - and so it burst through the doors with a loud clatter. Aware that its opponent was still a minor, Genos had every intention of continuing without casualty, and so its fingers curled into expectant fists, rather than beginning the warm-up sequence for incineration. Incinerating minors was to be considered Plan C, not the first move of attack.

[florence-midknight]

Battle City Insanity

Bakura looked around, brow furrowing as he held onto his Ring that hung around his neck. He sensed a Millennium Item nearby and he refused to let it out of his grasp. He needed them all...

Hurrying through the streets, he cursed under his breath at the throngs of people on the street. Damn Kaiba and his stupid Battle City tournament. To put a whole city essentially on hiatus all for a dumb children’s card game.

Typical egotistical Kaiba.

He rounded a corner, sensing the Item getting closer and closer. He didn’t know what type of person held it, but he didn’t really care. It wouldn’t matter anyway.

He would get his revenge.

Stepping into an alley, he saw the motorcycle barreling towards him and he stepped out in front of it. Bakura had no fear, only desire.

@the-bringer-of-chaos

[shoot-of-corruption]

"How do you rid yourself of the really shitty voice in the back of your head?"

“Have you tried drugs?” He smirked.

“There are several ways this can go... and 90% of them give you the desired outcome. Either it makes your mind weak enough for the voice to take over... so it’s pushing YOU into the back of their head. Or you simply can ignore it. 

There is always the possibility of an overdose of course. Then you won’t have to worry about the voice anymore.In that case... you may have to worry about nothing anymore....But what would life be without a bit of a risk~?”

[goldbloodedking-blog]

the-bringer-of-chaos started following you

Where am I? Home? ... Vaguely familiar... 

His head whipped around to catch sight of an unforgettable passing face, particles trailing after his movement in delay. 

A violently clashing twist of longing and abhorring writhed and burned his unbeating heart. If he’d had the means to bash a rock over the blond’s head, he would have. 

“You...” the words steamed from the glitching apparition, tearing through the fabric of reality. 

[icyceo-blog]

❣

SEND ME A ❣ AND I’LL GAUGE MY CHARACTER’S ATTRACTION TO YOURS AT THIS POINT IN TIME

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Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

Hover over the names for explanations.

[marik-still-roams-blog]

Unashamed domestic thiefshipping fluff for the-bringer-of-chaos. Happy birthday! <3

Morning rose slowly over the small apartment.

A flicker of sunlight just dared to peep through the curtains, illuminating the messy bedroom and alighting upon the two figures curled up in a mess of limbs and sheets on the bed. Marik shifted a little, removing one arm from around Bakura to cover his eyes with a low groan. Much as he loved to see the sun, he did not appreciate being woken up early.

After another few minutes, he blinked open his violet eyes, narrowing them a little in the glare, and turned his head to look at his pale partner. Bakura’s eyes were still firmly shut. His chest moved a little with the deep breaths of sleep, and his long white hair wove a messy scraggle across the pillow. One long arm was thrown across Marik’s hip, the other trapped somewhere between their bodies. Marik allowed himself a small smile. He gently brushed some of Bakura’s wildly tangled hair behind his ear, so he could better look at his face. Bakura only ever looked truly peaceful when he was asleep, with just a hint of his usual sardonic smirk twitching at his lips.

After another few moments of stillness, Marik shifted, edging out carefully from Bakura’s sleeping arms. He padded across their room and recovered a robe, tugging it on. With one last, fond smile in Bakura’s direction, Marik headed out to the kitchen in search of coffee. He was just stirring it when there was a rustle from the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” Bakura grouched, leaning in the doorway.

Marik snorted without turning. “Making coffee, obviously.”

“Why the bloody hell is that so important?”

Marik rolled his eyes, turning his head to send Bakura a smirk. “Would you rather I stayed cuddling with you?”

“I’d rather you weren’t so bloody arrogant.” Bakura surveyed him with dark eyes, the smirk on his face at odds with the grouchiness in his tone.

Marik merely chuckled. He turned back to his mug, wrapping both hands around it and blowing gently on the steam. “Water’s still hot if you want tea.”

Bakura stamped up to his side, elbowing him out of the way in order to grab his own mug. He scowled. “Where have you put my teabags?”

“I haven’t touched your damn tea,” Marik muttered, rubbing sullenly at his side.

Bakura sent him a stern stare.

“I haven’t!” Marik rolled his eyes, taking a sip at his own coffee. An impish grin lit his lips as a thought occurred to him. “Perhaps you knocked it when you jumped me in here last night.”

“I did not jump you,” Bakura scowled, beginning to scan the cupboards.

“Well, it certainly seemed like it to me.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot.”

Marik scoffed. “Is that really the best you can come up with?”

“Shut it, Ishtar,” Bakura growled tersely.

Marik shook his head, his lips still twitching in a slight smile. “You are useless without tea.”

Bakura merely growled at him. He finally located the tea caddy in one of the back cupboards and dropped a teabag in his mug, adding the water with a scowl on his face. As soon as he was sipping the drink, however, he relaxed.

Marik grinned, lifting a finger to brush Bakura’s cheek. “Your time with your host really had an effect on you.”

“It’s only natural,” Bakura grouched. “I was stuck with the boy for years.”

“Don’t remind me.” Marik shook his head. “I’ll never forget the look on his face, the first time he woke up to find me in his bed.”

Bakura choked mid-sip. He swallowed with difficulty, then threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah. He wouldn’t quit bitching at me over that.”

“Well, I was a bit surprised too,” Marik responded mildly.

“Not nearly as much as he was.” Bakura’s eyes glittered wickedly as he sent Marik a devilish smirk. “Although waking up in your arms would be enough to spook anyone.”

Marik shoved his shoulder with a glare. “Well, you seem to have returned to me often enough.”

“I like being spooked,” Bakura deadpanned.

Marik’s glare deepened, a furrowed crease appearing in his brow.

Bakura held his gaze for a long moment before his face cracked into a wicked smirk and he wrapped his free arm around Marik’s shoulders, drawing him close. “Relax. Mornings with you are sickeningly pleasant.”

“That’s what I thought,” Marik sniffed. He scooped up his mug and headed through into the living room, collapsing on the sofa. He sipped at his coffee, eyes lazily flicking around the room for a moment until they alighted on the book he had abandoned last night, when Bakura had decided it was high time Marik paid more attention to him. A small smile tugged at Marik’s lips at the memory. He reached for it, settling back into the story. He had just been getting to the good part.

He could hear faint sounds of Bakura in the bathroom, and the shower flicking on, setting Marik more at ease as he read. He finished his coffee, setting the mug down on the table. The sofa cushions were warm and familiar, as was this new life he had created for himself, with a pale thief he had once been taught to fear. Marik had never feared him, though, not even when he found out that Bakura was the Thief King. He couldn’t; not when Bakura so obviously needed him.

And Marik needed Bakura, too, though it had taken him a long time to admit it.

“Are you reading that blasted thing again?” There was a shift in the sofa as Bakura’s weight crashed down beside Marik’s, his white hair damp from the shower.

Marik barely lifted his eyes, answering patiently, “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you interrupted me yesterday.”

“I hardly heard you complaining.” There was a smirk in Bakura’s voice.

Marik rolled his eyes a little, turning a page. “Some of us like more civilised activities.”

“Hardly,” Bakura snorted. “You’re the least civilised person I know. Even more than me.”

“That’s a bit rich.”

“You’re the one who insists we never pay for anything…”

“You’d steal anyway,” Marik grouched.

“…And you can charm possessions from people faster than a snake on heat,” Bakura grunted.

Marik ignored him.

“Manipulative little bitch,” Bakura continued with a grin, shoving his legs across Marik’s, “That’s what you are.”

Marik lifted his eyes for just long enough to send Bakura a long stare. “Your point?”

“Just reminding you that you aren’t as high-and-mighty as you think you are,” Bakura hummed with a wicked glint in his eye.

Marik poked him with his toe, then went back to his book.

It didn’t take long for Bakura’s warmth to nestle up against his side. His head landed on Marik’s shoulder, one arm curving around Marik’s waist, their legs tangling together on the sofa cushions. Marik shifted a little, a pretence of an irritated huff escaping his lips, but he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Bakura nuzzled against him. “What are you reading?”

“It’s a Western epic,” Marik responded lightly, turning another page. “High Fantasy, they call it.”

“What the bloody hell do you want with that?”

“It has heroes,” Marik shrugged, “And villains, and a plot thicker than yours used to be.”

Bakura grunted. “Read it to me?”

Marik shot him a slightly surprised look. Bakura looked curious under his usual irritable expression. A small smile threatened Marik’s features. “You know, if you let me teach you, you could read it yourself.”

“I don’t need to know how to read,” Bakura grunted. “I have you.”

“Is that all I’m here for?”

Bakura shot him a feline grin. “It’s one of your many uses.”

Marik shoved him. He settled back into the sofa cushions and picked up the book again, sniffing, “I’m not starting from the beginning for you. You’ll have to just pick it up as we go.”

Bakura merely shrugged, and nestled his head back into Marik’s shoulder.

Marik started to read aloud, his voice weaving the words into a pattern of a story unfamiliar to them both. Peace settled over the apartment, and they both lost themselves in a world not really so different from what theirs had been, once, when they were both consumed by anger and hatred brighter than any fire.

It was pleasant to hear the story with other characters, as they rested in their own peace.

[jinkakyu-blog]

the-bringer-of-chaos:

Maalik was in the middle of applying his kohl when he saw a flicker of something in the mirror that shouldn’t have been there. There was a smugness in his eyes that his own emotions didn’t reflect. It was jarring to say the least. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

He lowered the kohl stick from his right eye and leaned in closer towards the mirror to get a better look. Just as quickly as the expression had changed, it vanished. It made him question if he had just imagined it.

It couldn’t have been…

And then he heard the voice scratching at the back of his mind.

You’re welcome.

They were rogue words that he knew for certain weren’t his own. The applicator in his hand dropped into the sink as his eyes flew wide open.

“…Y-you…” He took an impulsive, large step away from the mirror as if the mirror was to blame. “…What the hell are you doing back?” His voice was on the verge of shaking. Maybe it was still another one of his hallucinations? He hoped to the gods that it was the case.  

Yamima had been trying to worm his way in through the nerves - shred them until Maalik’s hand shook. There had been an almost translucent urge to leave the kohl mark in a clumsy slash down Maalik’s face. Instead, Yamima had barely itched at Maalik’s thoughts, barely twitched in the reflection--

Studying Maalik’s change of emotion, as though trapped behind a vast plane of glass, Yamima yawned - the gesture ticked in Maalik’s jaw, more tempting than an actual movement - “Fine welcome,” He drawled, before snapping into an irritated silence.

He could ignore Maalik. Maalik would deserve it.

“Aren’t you going to finish that?” Yamima tried to jerk Maalik’s arm forward, outright yanking at the body - again there was the slippery feeling of it passing through his fingers, “Let me finish,” He pulled harder, snarling under his breath, “Promise not to poke our eye out.”

[hostofthering]

Save him from those two assholes-

[potofpositivity]

Big shoutout to the-bringer-of-chaos, for providing the whole Yu-Gi-Oh Fandom with awesome facts and information about things that RPers get confused about. With all the translations and changes it gets confusing so often, but they always do an awesome job with their research! You have all my respect for your wonderful work!

> shoot-of-corruption