[ooc: okay, not officially back but with the lovely godfather and will be back in a couple of days for lovely drama.
ilu all, we’ll be thinking of you while we eat pizza.]
ilu all, we’ll be thinking of you while we eat pizza.]
[hookaaaaaaay, well hi guys.
guess what? I’m probably not going to be around for a good 5-6 days! i may vaguely pop on occasionally, but I’m off to our 1 of 2 annual huge ass english anime cons! awesome right? yes it is.
I’m going to be with godfather-of-games so it’s unlikely, like i said, i’ll be around all the time
for cagey/zorc, if we rap up that rp where ryou and zorc just get trapped together as i understand zorc mun is away for the weekend too, you guys can say ryou is remaining missing until i get back
ouuu dramaz.
i have a plan for my return anyway ~ ;D
anyway, i’m going to sleep now cos it’s an early start for me,
TOODLES EVERYONE SEE YOU IN LIKE A WEEK!]
There was not a time that I ever felt like this.
This harmonious.
Everyone used to tell me I was strong, for what I endured. That I would live on in a life of blissful peace now that everything that had made it previously unbearable was… gone.
But that’s exactly what it was. Gone, and even if the hatred I’d felt had burnt me deeper than any candle I’d accidently brushed over as a kid, or any hot plate I’d picked up to serve in my life- the absence of everything that I’d lived with since that eventful eleventh birthday made the aftermath so hollow and bitter it was almost as agonizing as when he’d been there before.
My name is Ryou Bakura, and in a few hours. I’ll be dead.
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The opening teaser to the epicly long fanfiction i have planned ._.
it’s all planned out but it’ll have to wait until after my con. all i can say is the major theme will be the underworld and of course the main ship request and official i’ve done is quite obviously gemshipping. hoozar.
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what is this, abuseryou day?
“Pitiful.”
The only word from his master to him rang in Bakura’s ears. He was given no other command to ponder, and thus the Rod’s full power concentrated on enforcing this one tiny, careless word.
Pitiful.
The King of Thieves, Zorc’s greatest servant, pitiful.
He’d failed in the order he’d been given.
He wouldn’t allow that. The Rod wouldn’t let him allow that, even if it meant his own destruction in the process. Ignoring the words of the creatures so far above his own level, he stared at the shining, golden Eye nestled unblinkingly in the serpent tongue of the original Zorc. Waited for it to stop waving back and forth, disappearing and reappearing again as the god spoke.
Slow. Careful, with a cat-like patience of coiled muscle and concentration.
Just as the Shadows flew at the original god, Bakura flew along with them—his hand aiming for Zorc’s jaw, intending to wrench it off and even tear the body apart if the god swallowed the Eye.
He had his orders and he would follow them to the end.
Pitifully or no.
For a split second, Zorc considered letting the shadows pierce him - he was able to control and melt into the shadows, so surely they couldn’t hurt him? But then - of course they would hurt him, even this piece of him would know better than to use anything but hostile shadows at him!
And then he saw the Thief move towards him - quickly, too quickly. The idiot was running alongside the Shadows, not caring when the sharp edges tore at his skin. If he moved any faster, he’d be skewered by them! But he would survive it - oh yes, the Thief would survive.
…. But would he come back, if he was under control of the Rod?
There was no time to think of such things. Zorc swallowed the Eye and let it disappear into the Shadows of his closed mouth and - not a second too soon - fell backwards and into his own shadow that had rested innocently on the ground. It swallowed him up and disappeared with him. The earth that he had stood on was pulverized.
Zorc did not spend too long in the shadow-world - the other one would follow him, soon enough. There would be no escape, there. A flying leap - and he was in the air in the mortal world again, up above their heads. The tree branch he had landed on shook with the force of his landing, but held.“You are right,” he snarled. “The vessel you have taken is weak! And though My form is based upon it, it is still stronger than yours. I can do all those tricks you can, boy, and I can also do much more!”
…… He hadn’t wanted to do this, though. But he had to. Zorc had enough distance and surprise in that moment that the Thief would not be able to reach him yet - at least, he hoped! - and so there was no better time.
A scream - a blood-curdling scream - left his lips, and his hand flew up, clutching at the left side of his face. The pain in his head was unbearable. Rivulets of blood began to gather at the corner of his left eye and dripped down his cheek as it bulged grotesquely, until…!
Pop.
It fell out - dropped onto the ground, and rolled to other God’s feet. And in its place, shining brightly from what should have been an empty socket, was the Eye.
Both their attempts had hardly left mere scratches; and as Ryou’s red eyes turned from the thief to his previous master, he could only watch pathetically as the disgusting display began..
though as blood fell, and screams echo’d, the most alien of looks appeared on Ryou’s features… at first he smiled horribly at the pain the other’s vessel was going through, then dimmed significantly as the eye then rolled to his feet only to reveal his desired item now lodged in the dark god’s socket. A small growl.. came from the albino’s throat as a foot raised and stamped viscously on the eye that had fell down to him. Crunching and skewlching beneath his foot.
“Are you going to hide up there all day!? Fight me! Show me your power! Either way, you’ll have me ripping out that item from your eye soon enough.”
He took a moment to look to the thief who stood in place. He was becoming more of a burden than a use. And for cruelty, his ideas where set.
“The scales are no use to us, now. Hide them.” He would allow him that duty while he turned against ‘himself’.
(Source: albino-host)
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foggypebble sent:…..
I don’t intentionally like it, in the heat of the moment- it comes back to me. It’s not a kink I wanted, let’s be honest.
But that would most likely happen, yes.
Heh~