Tag: bakura

ouijayes:

Just realized this site has an actual ad for him that’s just a compilation pic of the 7 we’re already seeing but I thought I’d share otherwise

And if you haven’t checked the sites themselves yet, the description has only been machine-translated so far and it’s pretty beautiful:

– Come on, it’s the beginning of the game!

– From the card game anime of monumental work [Yu-Gi-Oh ☆ ☆ Duel Monsters], nemesis of play over a thousand years items, appeared [darkness Bakula]!
– Swinging up big arms, it was three-dimensional scene to be a do right now face the duel.
– Distinctive hairstyle and evil laugh expression as well, supple body with and clothes of wrinkles, is a gem spectacular stuck it thoroughly until the modeling of fingertips with the card.
– By aligning with [Yu-Gi-Oh ☆ ☆ Duel Monsters] series of on sale, you can enjoy a more worldview.

Smile While You Can (Psychoshipping)

  Violet eyes glared down at a simple picture surround in a cheaply painted golden frame. The image was of his weaker half with his arm slung around the thief, Bakura. The two of them were grinning like idiots who were having a jolly good time.
  Oh, how he hated them both. Malik for being so pathetic and weak that he did not have the guts to do in his old man when he clearly wanted to. For being so desperate that he had to create Marik himself to do the deed. Marik, after all, had been the embodiment of everything Malik had once wanted to be. Cold, ruthless, and most important of all, free.
  Still, the person the dark spirited man found himself hating more than his hikari had been the one who his arm rested around in the picture. “Bakura,” the man growled under his breath. What a sickening creature that man was. Always hanging around with his weaker self. Acting like Malik belonged to him. Oh how it aggravated him. But the worst thing about the thief that just dug in deep under his skin and gnawed away at him was his smile.
  A thin finger traced along the curve of the white haired man’s lips in the picture. The glass protecting it, cold and smooth to the touch though heat radiated in Marik’s cheeks. Oh how he hated this putrid thief. Those dark eyes full of enjoyment that the camera had captured perfectly stared back at him and yet the Ishtar felt no resentment for those eyes. Just an ever burning hatred for those pale lips that curled up in a joyous laugh.
  How he wanted to stand over the wretched pale man and kick his teeth in. To be the one laughing and looming over him like the powerful monster he was. Oh how he wanted to see fear in those eyes and hope lost. But most importantly, he wanted to see those lily white lips tremble. For true terror to seize that petty thief as he backed away into a corner. Just the very thought brought a faint smirk to Marik’s face.
  “Yes,” the blonde devil mused to himself as he sat the picture back onto the shelf. “One day, Bakura,” he purred. “One day you’ll be mine.” And when that day would come. Only one of them would be smiling…

(I wanted something dark and I was craving Psychoshipping. Gods, I wish someone would rp with me…)