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@ofscarsandmobs continued from (x)

“Oh, so I’m no-one?” The child folded his arms, gaze intense as he tried to stare the other child down. Bakura wasn’t even sure why he was goading the other child so. He reminded him so much of his own host, he really ought to have been much nicer.

“That’s pretty rude, don’t you think?”

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

"No. Unfortunately, they all escaped."

overhears what @i-think-i-like-this-host​ said

“…..wait so he killed kids-” he remembers that scary  child.  flashbacks

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

"Excuse me?" The child crossed his arms, indignant. "I'll have you know that house was full of orphan children! That accomplishment alone outweighs anything you could possibly achieve."

"I only burned that one house down that one time-"

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

"I only burned that one house down that one time-"

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

((HAUNTED CHILDREN DESERVE LOVING PARENTS TOO))

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[i-think-i-like-this-host]

hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.

“you’re going to have a bruise.”

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.” 

“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”

“those pain meds knocked you out.”

“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

“make a fist for me.” 

“where does it hurt?” 

“ow, ow, ow.”

“that’s going to need stitches.”

“shit, that hurts.”

“is it broken?”

“keep ice on it.”

“ouch!” 

“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”

“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”

“stay in bed and let me look after you.” 

“there, you’re all patched up.” 

“let me help you to your room.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

“you could have a concussion. ”

“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?” 

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

First-Time interaction starter pack

“Have you seen my dog?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-!”

“Watch where you’re walking!”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Hey! Where are you going? It’s dark out, i wanna walk with you.”

“Hey… Can i walk with you? It’s getting late, and..”

“Hello! Would you like to hear about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

“Who… Are you?”

“Why are you holding my hand?”

“Wait! You aren’t my grandma!”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Wanna get a drink?”

“I think you grabbed the wrong bag.”

“Looks like we’re paired together!”

“That’s my seat.”

“Oh! Sorry! I thought you were someone else..”

“Do you have a dollar or two to spare?”

“I heard you singing. It sounded nice.”

“So, since we’re gonna be stuck together, what’s your name?”

“D…Did the elevator just stop?”

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

“I think you grabbed the wrong bag.” (my Ryou muse to your muse? o: )

Bakura berated himself for being far too unaware of his surroundings as he blinked, confused. What was he looking at...? Or more accurately, who? The child’s eyes narrowed as he took his bag back, pushing the almost-identical one back at the boy.

“My bad.” A sarcastic lilt ran through his tone, an unnecessary but old habit.

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

First-Time interaction starter pack

“Have you seen my dog?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-!”

“Watch where you’re walking!”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Hey! Where are you going? It’s dark out, i wanna walk with you.”

“Hey… Can i walk with you? It’s getting late, and..”

“Hello! Would you like to hear about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

“Who… Are you?”

“Why are you holding my hand?”

“Wait! You aren’t my grandma!”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Wanna get a drink?”

“I think you grabbed the wrong bag.”

“Looks like we’re paired together!”

“That’s my seat.”

“Oh! Sorry! I thought you were someone else..”

“Do you have a dollar or two to spare?”

“I heard you singing. It sounded nice.”

“So, since we’re gonna be stuck together, what’s your name?”

“D…Did the elevator just stop?”

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.

“you’re going to have a bruise.”

“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”

“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.” 

“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”

“those pain meds knocked you out.”

“where’d you get that bloody nose?”

“make a fist for me.” 

“where does it hurt?” 

“ow, ow, ow.”

“that’s going to need stitches.”

“shit, that hurts.”

“is it broken?”

“keep ice on it.”

“ouch!” 

“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.” 

“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”

“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”

“stay in bed and let me look after you.” 

“there, you’re all patched up.” 

“let me help you to your room.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”

“you could have a concussion. ”

“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?” 

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

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[i-think-i-like-this-host]

@dungeondicediva continued from (x)

Bakura grinned, maniacal glint in the child’s eyes as Aigami jumped back from him. The confusion growing on the other’s face was more perfect than he ever could have hoped for.

“You look horrified. Whatever could be the matter?” The grin twisted into a sinister smirk, vile on such a small child’s face.

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

Ryou looked around, confused. The child chewed at his lip, distress mounting as he realised he didn't recognise his surroundings. Again. This was happening more and more recently. Trying not to cry, the child rubbed at his eyes.

"I'm- I'm lost-"

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

@blackbirdduelist continued from (x)

Bakura took the helmet, pulling it on over his head. He fiddled with it for a moment before allowing it to sit. It was almost definitely ruined his hair. He was unimpressed. Still, he was curious to see where this went. He needed to wash up pretty bad, his fingers sticky with dried blood now.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Bakura didn’t care so much, but he had to keep up the act of a child.

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

((Gonna sit over here for a bit! I am scatterbrained so it’ll be much easier to play my demon child. I have the profiles of those who’ve liked this post so far open and ready to send asks!!))

((hit the like button if it's okay to slide a haunted child into your ask box this weekend! I'm not overly confident just sliding him in as creepy child is not everyone's cup of tea :P))

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

The older version of himself looked very frustrated, and a smirk that very much did not belong on such a young child drew across his face as he watched.

“Maybe I’m karma. Maybe I’m just a little part of you that feels guilty.”

@i-think-i-like-this-host​ asked:

Tugs at Yami Bakura’s sleeve 

“…what hell hole did you climb out from?”

[i-think-i-like-this-host]

“Such a rude greeting. What’s the matter, is seeing me bringing back a lot of painful emotions~?” The child taunted.

“Or should I be letting you apologise to our dear host?”

@i-think-i-like-this-host​ asked:

Tugs at Yami Bakura’s sleeve 

“…what hell hole did you climb out from?”