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a commission for @eternalxnights who wanted bronzeshipping

good choice

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what a babe

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Name a kink in my ask box, and my Muse will tell you yes or no.

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“Mm..” | Surprise me with the muse <3

Neck kiss meme | @ryoxbakura​

Because I can’t decide which muse to use, why not both? c’:

It was not uncommon to find Ryou over at Malik’s place. Whether they were baking, chatting, or merely watching something old on the television together. The two were able to connect in a way few other people could. Even though they weren’t the only ones possessed by a spirit of the past, they were the ones who had to share bodies with beings created from vengeance and hatred. They had both endured some serious pain and suffering in order to get where they were. It was a welcome relief that they were able to use that anguish to become as close as they were. In a way, it was (and perhaps still is) their saving grace.

This evening, Malik had broken out a bottle of champagne to celebrate the anniversary of their companionship. He was considerably sentimental about it, and it was just something fun to do to pass the time. Besides, he and Ryou almost made a joke out of it. He hadn’t realized how much of the sparkling drink had been consumed until Ryou’s lips were against his throat, and he didn’t mind them there at all. He hummed, certain that the pale boy sitting close to him could feel the vibrations beneath his skin. 

“Ryou..” he whispered simply, approvingly, his hand running through his beautiful, white hair. 

If there was one thing to respect about Ryou, it was that he didn’t put up with any shit. That included Mariku. He was desensitized to the threats he made thanks to his lifetime with Bakura, and, in a way, Mariku really came to enjoy Ryou’s company, even if he didn’t outright explain it. It was evident in his body language, however. He would stand relaxed, he would give smiles that were far more playful than sinister, he would bend slightly to meet his eyes with a challenging look of his own. It was a fun game.

He had never guessed that Ryou might have had a similar respect for him, or perhaps it was more of a twisted desire. When he had teased the throat of Malik, Mariku decided to come out and play instead, ripping the moment away from the two who knew each other so well. He let himself be known, too, by the way he tugged a little roughly on Ryou’s hair where Malik had simply been combing. 

“My, my, you certainly know what to do with that pretty little mouth of yours, don’t you?” And, much to Mariku’s delight, Ryou didn’t let up. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the game. Whatever it was, Mariku knew this kid knew what he was doing, and that he definitely didn’t care who’s neck he was claiming.

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“Mm..” | Mariku

Neck kiss meme | @mxlik

Surprised would not be a sufficient enough word to describe the initial expression on Mariku’s face at this sudden display of incredibly intimate affection from Malik. Ultimately, he closed his eyes and let a gentle, welcoming sigh breathe freely through his lips as he placed a hand gently on the back of Malik’s head, lifting his chin and encouraging him to keep going.

“Do as you like, my lamb.” he purred. “I will be the last to complain.”

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“Never to you.” he whispered again, solidifying it for him. “Everything I do for you, I do with your best intention in mind. I know what’s good for you, Malik. I won’t let anything bad happen to you ever again..” Mariku claimed in a too-sweet voice. There was something sinister underlying these communications. While Mariku truly believed he was there to aid his lighter half, but was it really aid if he was attempting to control the poor boy? 

There was much left to be considered and desired regardless. Mariku welcomed the hug as an acceptance of him and his purpose. “Malik, you are mine, and I will make sure nothing takes you away from me..” he whispered, his arms wrapping slowly around his back, squeezing him with a deliberate tightness, a security that only Mariku seemed to be able to provide. He was a jealous and dangerous soul. He meant what he said.

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With a nod, Malik tucked the loosest part of his bangs back behind an ear as he let go of Ryou and led the way back toward his place. As was suggested, they stopped at a small grocer on the way to pick up a few important necessities that Malik knew he didn’t already have at home. Eggs, a little more flour, and of course the toppings that made Ryou so giddy before. Caramel and chocolate and maybe a few other confectionary delights.

Malik held the little basket and even took the bags as they left the shop. He only handed them over when he needed to grab his keys to open up his place. “Shall we get started, then?” he asked with a pleasant smile, setting the bags on the counter and removing his rings to free his hands for the dough. “I’ve never made these either. Surely it isn’t too difficult?” 

While Ryou got the rest of the ingredients and supplies from the grocery bags, Malik scoured his kitchen for what he had already that they would need, as well as the necessities needed to mix and clean their mess. “I’m sure whatever we make will be just as delicious.”

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nope

Malik doesn’t button his pants. More at 11

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Send “Mm..” and my muse will react to yours kissing their neck.

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that feel when fanart changes your mind about a ship you never before really shipped

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☆ [WHAT A SHOW OFF] – inspired by this comic by @kamy2425 

[art commissions / portfolio @ god-bird.com] do not repost my artwork or remove my comments.

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I just love how canon Yami Marik is in being a very dramatic sore loser.

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@theprincenarcissus | ✦

“ The profiteroles are my favourite. Especially the ones that have caramel icing and chocolate. ” He exclaimed, excitement dancing in his doe eyes. Just the thought of them was enough to bring him joy. 

It was no secret that Ryo had an extremely big sweet tooth. He was always munching on cakes or sweets whenever it was possible, not that one would think to look at him. Despite the pure sugar he seemed to pump into his body he remained slim, if not somewhat underweight. A fast metabolism was something he had always been blessed with but the constant lack of food whenever the spirit used to take over also had something to do with it, since spirits didn’t experience hunger or tiredness it was something his body just adapted to over time.

A gentle hand was placed upon Malik’s knee, warm smile to accompany the gesture. “ Why don’t we make something of our own? ” It seemed to him that something was bothering his friend and from knowing that Malik wasn’t the type to just spill his heart at the push of a button, perhaps a distraction from whatever was plaguing his thoughts would be the better choice.   

Ryou would be right, of course. There was always something, or rather someone on his mind. He lived there, deep in the back. Watching. Always watching. Malik was one to take advantage of any moment that would take his attention away from the useless cage he tried to keep his demons in, and with Ryou, someone all too familiar with these very issues, that opportunity was often provided.

The joyous babbling that came from his sweet friend about his favorite desserts made his own face light up, warming his heart and bringing another soft smile to his pretty face. The suggestion that eagerly followed, that kind hand on his knee emphasizing the boy’s excitement, brought the best reaction out of Malik. He took Ryou’s hand and stood, an eager bounce in his step, mirroring his exuberant attitude in the moment. It was good for him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Ryou!” he exclaimed warmly. “Come with me~” Malik was more than happy to tote his companion back to his own quiet apartment. There would be plenty of room to cook and plenty of time on the trip back to figure out exactly what it was they would make. If a shopping trip was needed, that could also be handled on the way. It was wonderfully convenient. “What do you like to bake? Maybe we can try our hands at those profiteroles that you’re so fond of? I’d love to give them a try!”

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❝ have you ever tried the cakes? they’re actually quite delicious. ❞

Random Starters meme | @ryoxbakura

Malik lifted his chin with a sweet smile, the sudden question brightening his mood. “I have tasted the white cake, but not the others. Are they just as good?”

It was always so nice when Ryou came out of nowhere with even the most seemingly random of questions. They never were all that random, though, were they? There was always some relevance. Ryou seemed to know exactly when he needed to butt in. He was an absolute treasure.

“Tell me, what’s your favorite? I’ll be certain to try that one next.”

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❝ there’s no reason for this hostility! I come in peace. ❞ | for Mariku

Random Starters meme | @mxlik

Mariku paused, regarding Malik with wide, empty eyes. His flat expression quickly changed, his lips spreading into a smile that rivaled the Cheshire cat’s. His teeth were big, white, and very much on display as he looked to his dearest, lightest half, fragile and in need of him.

“Oh, no no no, my dear, Malik.” he cooed, bending and taking his face with an impossible gentleness. “This isn’t hostility. Not to you, no. Never to you. I’m just here to keep you safe.” 

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"This is extreme, even for you."

Random Starters meme | @monochromaticoccultist

Malik was startled by the voice and its apparent worry. It was just like Ryou to worry. It wasn’t needless, either. He always had a reason. The only problem was that Malik wasn’t aware of the reason. That he wasn’t aware made his skin crawl. That usually meant his shadow was up to no good, and Malik was beyond unaware.

“Ryou...” he said carefully, trying not to display his discontentment with the situation, trying not to display his own worries and fears as his brain continued to race. “What are you talking about?”