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Does your muse ever do something and you just

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OOC: LOOK AT THIS FOOL

OOC:: when u buy a hide for your tarantula and he just stuffs it full of substrate and sits on top of it like he wants to be fricking Pharaoh…. 

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OOC:: when u buy a hide for your tarantula and he just stuffs it full of substrate and sits on top of it like he wants to be fricking Pharaoh.... 

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“You’re being inhumane”

Well, I am inhuman

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‘ Gordon Ramsay ’ Quotes Starters

Warning!! A lot of cursing.

❝ It’s fucking RRAAAWWWWW! ❞ ❝ Fucking idiot. ❞ ❝ You best be jokin’. ❞ ❝ Don’t billshit me! ❞ ❝ Donkey! ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t feed that to my dog. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t serve that on DEATH ROW! ❞ ❝ Come the fuck on! ❞ ❝ FUCK OFF! ❞ ❝ Tastes like it’s been microwaved. ❞ ❝ ITS FROZEN AND RRAAAWWWWW! ❞ ❝ YOU CAN’T STORE COOK MEAT AND RAW MEAT TOGETHER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! ❞ ❝ THOSE POOR BASTARDS! ❞ ❝ Disgusting! ❞ ❝ In fifteen minutes, I will clear all that furniture and put it back in my van. And this shit here, I’ll put it back in there. ❞ ❝ How the fuck did you burn ice-cream?! ❞ ❝ I’ll get you more pumpkin, and I’ll ram it right up your fucking ass. Would you like it whole, or diced? ❞ ❝ There is more olive oil on this than Popeye’s dick! ❞ ❝ You put so much ginger in this, it’s a Weasley. ❞ ❝ ____, You’re a first class cunt. ❞ ❝ Hey! Excuse me, Madam! Fuck me?! How about fuck you! ❞ ❝ I swear to god, this is the kind of shit you expect Tiger Woods to T-off with. ❞ ❝ If I tell you to get out there I don’t give a fuck if you got a thong up your fat crack. GET OUT THERE! ❞ ❝ Don’t whistle at me I’m not your fucking dog, you look more like a dog than I do. ❞ ❝ You’re cooking in a burned pan you fucking dick! ❞ ❝ I’m watching you like a fucking hawk, you know why? *Whispers in ear* I want you out. ❞ ❝ You seriously surprised me…. Of how shit you are. ❞ ❝ You act like the female version of Hannibal Lecter. ❞ ❝ I’m done standing here with a bunch of idiots. Fuck you all. ❞ ❝ What we are waiting on? I’M ON SOME FUCKING TALENT!! ❞ ❝ I’m calling out orders, and you’re confused! And you’re confused! And you’re at the end of your dick! ❞ ❝ It’s like a bison’s penis! What is that shit?! ❞ ❝ Right now? I rather eat poodle shit than put that in my mouth. ❞ ❝ Where’s the lamb SAUCE!? ❞ ❝ Fuck off you useless sack of fucking Yankee Danky Doodle shit. ❞ ❝ Fucking sue me. ❞

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Heartbroken

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Just fucking collapses wherever and goes to sleep.

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monochromaticoccultist:

“…” Ryou fell silent at that, spoon chipping away at the cup full of frozen juice. How could he ask them, when they would just look at him with pity and tell Ryou not to worry?

“I prefer information from the source, and not that of gossip.” Another stab at the frozen treat. “Why are you so evasive about yourself?”

“What does it matter?” His voice takes on slow, sardonic drawl. If he’s noticed any discomfort on Ryou’s part regarding his mention of Yugi and brat pack, he gives no outward indication. Instead he merely cocks a brow in his host’s direction, folding his arms over the semi-transparent ring that adorns his chest. 

“I told you during our first real encounter that I was a tomb robber who wished to claim the Millennium Items. What more could you possibly need to know about me?”

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“Heh. What’s brought this on, Landlord? Getting philosophical in your old age?”  The words are in jest, but the Spirit’s eyes betray a deep-rooted suspicion, the all-too-familiar wariness of the thief who believes himself about to step into a trap. 

“I’m sure Yugi and his friends have concocted any number of suitably morbid excuses for my behavior. Why not ask them instead?” 

@tombthief liked for a starter.

“Those villains in movies and books… So many act the way they do, and the only explanation given is that they’re the bad guy. But this is real life. There… has to be some reason you do the things you do.” Ryou worried at his lower lip, feeling the cracked and dry skin flakes peel off with a small sting of pain. “But in the end… even if I knew that, it wouldn’t change anything, would it?”

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I don’t feel very human anymore. Maybe I never was.

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Go into my inbox and tell me a situation you’d love to see my Muse go through.

Curious how my muse would handle heartbreak? Want an open where my Muse is irrationally upset or in danger? Toss all the ideas at me! I might get inspired!

Anon is optional.

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Pictured: Bakura.

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This “angry snow bunny” has killed more people and destroyed more minds than ten Pharaohs put together.  He commands that you respect him.

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“Sorry, did you say something? It seems I can’t quite hear you from all the down there.”

“I’m the King of Darkness and Ruler of the Shadow Realm. I’m allowed to be five feet tall and terrifying.”

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“i’m gonna write” i whisper as i don’t

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Cinematic parallels: Shrek waking up to find that some dipshit has dumped a bunch of fairy tale creatures in his swamp vs Bakura waking up to find out that the shadow realm is now more overpopulated than the judeo-christian hell.