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total-killer-brainrot · 3 months

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Father Please

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” You breathed out finally. Cheeks reddening at how desperate you already sounded. Voice pitched and needy. Through the thin separator you could see his outline. And perhaps a smile in the dim lighting. He stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

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Bo lets you live out a fantasy of your's in the Ambrose church. Though it may be more than you can handle...

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Wrote this in like 3 hours then immediately started rewatching house of wax... again...

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,632. Ship: Bo Sinclair x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Church Sex, Confessional Sex, Sex Toys, Degradation, Masturbation, Begging, Punishment, FaceFucking, Gagging, Edgeplay, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Creampie

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You were practically fizzing with excitement. You could feel your heart in your throat as you entered the small box. The rustling and murmurs muffled slightly by the thick curtain as you drew it across from you. You had asked him to keep the audio player running, to imitate the idea of people filling the church outside.

It wasn’t very often that you asked Bo to try something new in the bedroom. And even less often that he agreed. Typically you were happy to go along with whatever little fucked up scenarios he wanted to play out, but you had had this image in your head ever since you spotted the dusty old confessional in the corner of the church. Unused for many years but still sturdy in one piece. You were surprised at how readily he had agreed. Planning most of it out for you.

You sat in silence for a moment. Fidgeting with the hem of your dress. A new one he had bought you just for the occasion. Pretty and feminine, perfect for playing a prim church girl. At the hem lifted over your knee and up your thigh you caught a glimpse of the thin cord strapped to your leg. Hyper aware of the small toy hidden in your panties. Tense as you waited for it to be switched on. Any second.

“I have been having… impure thoughts, Father…” Your thighs pressed together. The anticipation arousing you embarrassingly easily. Nervously chewing at your lower lip. A sudden buzz between your legs caught you by surprise, making you jump in your seat and gasp. The little toy only buzzed for a few seconds before being shut off. And the second the stimulation stopped you whined needily. Rolling your hips against the wooden seat below you, searching for any kind of friction.

“Fuck… Father please…”

His quiet laugh made you shudder. Loving that even though you couldn’t properly see him, he was enjoying this too. There was movement on the other side of the divide. A rustle of clothing. A soft sigh. You pictured him, head rested back against the wall of the confessional. Hair slicked back wonderfully. Hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly pleasing himself. Suddenly wishing the wall between you was gone so you could see it for yourself. His voice was much deeper when he spoke. Dripping with seduction that made your head spin.

“Continue your confession. It seems you’ve been a bad girl…”

You bit your lip harder, nodding even though he couldn’t see. “Yes sir… Father.” You quickly corrected. “I’ve had… impure thoughts. I want to… touch myself… and be touched…” You trailed off into a long moan as the toy buzzed to life again. “Oh my… Father, I want to be fucked.” You trembled, squeezing your thighs around the vibrator. Nearly sobbing when it turned off again.

“You know, it’s against God to be a needy whore…” He grunted, voice more strained now as he got off to your noises. You could just about see the outline of his moving form.

“Bo please… turn it back on. Please.” You pleaded. Gripping the edge of the wooden seat. Keening happily as it was turned on once again. Then gasping as it ramped up in strength, far quicker than you could handle. You were on the edge in mere moments. Then ripped away from your orgasm as it shut off again. You cried in frustration, resting your head against the divide.

“That’s not my fucking name.”

You paled as you realised you had misspoken. Quickly spitting out. “Father! I’m sorry! Please forgive me…”

The low growl in his voice when he replied sent jolts of pleasure straight through you.

“On your knees.” What else could you do but obey. Adjusting your position and kneeling at the edge of the confessional. Keeping your head down as the curtain was pulled back. You kept your eyes on his shoes. Hoping if you were good and submissive enough he would forget your misstep and allow you to finish. His sudden harsh grip on your hair was a sign that that was unlikely.

He forced your gaze up so you could meet his eye. Lord he was stunning. Slicked hair a little messed up. He had probably been running his hand through it as he jerked off. Shirt untucked and dark pants undone. He looked good dressed as a priest. With another painful tug of your hair he pulled you close so the tip of his cock pressed against your lips. You didn’t even try to fight it. Wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking slow, teasing him. You knew you were pushing your luck, but when he smirked you practically melted.

“Bad girl… You’re beyond saving.” You weren’t expecting him to thrust so suddenly. Hitting the back of your throat before you could adjust and making you gag. Eyes watering. You had put mascara on just for him. Knowing he loved watching it run down your cheeks when he made you cry. He groaned happily as he watched you choke on his cock. Slowly rocking his hips into your mouth to nudge the back of your throat again and again. You brought your hands up to press against his thighs, trying to push back so you could get a breath, but before you could even attempt it you saw his hand shift and the toy buzzed to life once again. Pressing against your clit just right in this position.

You moaned in unison. Echoing around the large church. You could feel each level of the vibrator as he turned it up to the max. Making you shake and cry around his length. Just as your vision was turning spotty he shoved you back. You sucked in a desperate breath, too lost in pleasure to even register the edge of the seat hitting your back painfully. It would surely bruise something awful tomorrow. Though nothing you weren’t used to, living with Bo.

“Turn around.” He grunted. No fanfare now. He was just as close as you were.

It was a struggle to collect your thoughts, but you managed to shift your position once again, turning so your forearms rested against the seat before you. You felt him hike up your dress and the tip of his cock press against your entrance through your panties. He tugged them down fast, and you whimpered as the vibrator was ripped away from you once again. Quickly replaced by his length entering you in one full thrust. You both paused as you moaned. You were so slick and needy the stretch barely hurt. Just a very pleasurable full feeling.

Bo started to move.

His large hand pressed down beneath your shoulder blades, pushing you down against the seat and making your back arch in just the way he liked it. He let out a breathless chuckle as he thrust back deep inside you. You missed the relentless stimulation on your clit, but you didn’t dare touch yourself, Bo was clearly already in a bit of a mood. Any excuse to be meaner to you should be greatly avoided.

One particularly hard thrust pitched you forward and you moaned his name loudly. He grunted behind you as he felt you clench down.

“No amount of ‘hail Mary’s could fix a slut like you.”

You jolted when you felt the little buzzing machine pressed against you once again. Held close by his fingers. Shaking beneath him and arching further as your orgasm rushed you faster than you could control it. “Father! Please fuck… I’m gonna-” You shuddered, unable to even make a noise as the strongest orgasm you had ever had hit you like a damn train. Sending your poor empty brain spinning away from reality. The pleasure continued to reach higher peaks until it was almost painful for you. And then it was painful. The unending buzz and his rough thrusts making you fully sob.

“Bo- too much…” You could barely form the thoughts to get the words out. But he seemed to ignore them. Only laughing and continuing. If he removed the vibrator maybe you could handle it. But he continued to press it harder against you until you were properly crying. Dark tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Come on, baby. A good whore would take it.” He sounded much more strained. Holding himself back just to torture you more. Your limbs felt like rubber. Your brain total mush at this point. Finally, finally he came. Thrusts faltering as he pressed deep inside you. You couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of his warm cum filling you. Too busy shaking and sobbing as your clit ached.

Bo was still for a beat, panting heavily before pulling out. He tugged your panties back up so the vibrator would stay in place once again, and so that his cum spilling out of you wouldn’t make a mess in his precious church. He patted ass gently, then gave a painful slap to your pussy as he stood.

“See you back at the house.”

Then he left. The fucker actually left. Leaving you writhing helplessly on the floor of the confessional as the vibrator drew a second finish out of you. You tried to call out after him, but it only came out as pitiful sobs and moans. Every time you tried to get at the vibrator, the jolts of pleasure would make your hands shake far too much to be useful.

How much battery did this thing have again?

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #TKB Fics

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chloelouygo · 1 year

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I finally got to take some pictures of my @aestromeri order! I cannot stress enough how much I love everything here, it's all so pretty and the quality is amazing 😭😭

I forgot I put the stickers on my laptop and got the best surprise when I shut it earlier and saw them asdjfhgfj (yes I know they're upside down, it's so when I shut my laptop *I* get to look at them when my laptop is on the desk, it doesn't leave the house anyway so no one will see them being upside down while it's open lmao)

LOOK HOW PRETTY

Ryou came with me for a walk so I could get pictures and just look at that iridescence!! This is literally the prettiest thing I own, look at his face 😭😭🥰💙💙

That sparkle!!!

Please take a look at their store https://aestromeri.bigcartel.com/products , I am so glad I got to order and I am so happy I get to see these pretty boys every day 😭😭

Thank you @amararala for making the gifs for me! 💜

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sesshy380 · 9 months

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Brain has the zoomies! I don't know what to do with it!

I tried the usual giving it adequate food and water. Gave it a bath. Played games with it. Took if for a nice walk. And it's still running around like crazy!

(A depiction of my brain right now)

#so not looking forward to the impending crash #already have majority of next tkb chapter plotted #just gotta write it

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shiiko529 · 2 years

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some of leche’s website is archived on the wayback machine

which is where i found this

#LECHE #Thief King Bakura #bakura #Touzoku Bakura #yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #ygo #TKB

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destinyc1020 · 6 months

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Honestly 1st i was annoyed cuz Je really seems so pretentious in these print interviews n ik no WOC/POC culd ever get away with ANY of the things he says. Then i realize as much as he/his team wants folks to think hes an intellectual n this serious thespian hes just a pretentious young white boy who desperatley will do anything to shed TKB, and a lot of ppl see right through it. He'll talk about loving ninja turtles bt will diss superhero films, he disses LA bt he culd easily stay in Australia (or even NY) and do more smaller films or theatre bt somehow thats never an option, he'll talk about wanting privacy bt was photographed almost every week with Kaia Gerber (someone KNOWN to b photographed consistently lmao), and this is more on his team/GQ bt they'll hype this man up to no end bt he has yet to LEAD an actual movie or TV show (hes 2nd/3rd/4th billed). Good hes getting the recoginition he seems to REALLY want bt how about being more humble

Yea, I feel like sometimes he contradicts some things sometimes? And you're right, a MOC could never get away with coming across as so ungrateful and still be hailed as the "King of Hollywood".

he'll talk about wanting privacy bt was photographed almost every week with Kaia Gerber (someone KNOWN to b photographed consistently lmao)

LOL! I still also wonder who called those paps on him and Zendaya in NYC back in 2020.... 👀 It just doesn't seem like something Z would do, but who knows at this point lol.

this is more on his team/GQ bt they'll hype this man up to no end bt he has yet to LEAD an actual movie or TV show (hes 2nd/3rd/4th billed). Good hes getting the recoginition he seems to REALLY want bt how about being more humble

Exactly.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to do more substantial work, or to even climb up the Hollywood ladder... But at the very least, have some appreciation for where you've come and the chances you've been given early in your career.

Every experience in life is a an opportunity for learning and growth imo. 🤷🏾‍♀️

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deepspacedeity · 1 year

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IM GETTING A TATTOO OF TKB SOON *wipes tears with cash that I should be saving* this will be magnificent.

#yugioh #bakura #anime #thief king bakura #yami bakura #yugioh bakura #ygo rp #ygo #bandit king bakura

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alittlefrenchtree · 29 days

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https://twitter.com/heytzppp/status/1773501918947803633?t=vjZdCC495qWoYOVEdeWR5Q&s=19 Marco ❤️

the best only good part of TKB 💜💜💜

#alft asks #marco peña #taylor zakhar perez

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bakorrra2 · 2 years

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He hungry

#yugioh #yu gi oh #yu-gi-oh #bakura #yami bakura #bakura ryou #thief king bakura #tkb

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total-killer-brainrot · 5 months

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Under the Blade

Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

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A visit from Ghostface takes an unusual turn when the killer wants to try something new.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,952. Ship: Ghostface x Reader. Fem!Reader. Tags: Stalking, Threats of Violence, Knife play, Groping, Verbal Humiliation, Choking, Breathplay, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Hair-pulling, Glove Kink, Aftercare, Established Relationship

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This is not an original idea, saw it on booktok and thought 'ghostface would so do this.'

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There was a weird feeling at the back of your neck. A prickly tingling that had had you on edge all evening.

Before getting dressed into your comfy pyjamas you checked the closet door. Making popcorn you kept looking over your shoulder, as if someone were creeping up behind you. When finally settling down for the movie you just couldn’t relax. Something was very wrong. But you couldn’t figure out what. You had checked every single locked door a dozen times already. Every window was shut, curtains pulled tight. But yet that awful feeling was still there. Someone was watching you. And it was driving you crazy.

Every single creak made you jump. You had already missed half the movie thanks to your rampant paranoia. Finally shutting it off with a frustrated sigh before heading to bed.

You heard the footsteps too late.

A quiet step directly behind you before a gloved hand clamped over your mouth and pulled you back, stifling your scream and trapping you against the intruder’s body. He was strong, absurdly so. Holding you in place so easily it was almost embarrassing. Something hard and cold nudged against your ear and in the corner of your eye you saw stark white. A mask? You didn’t dwell on it long as you felt something even colder against your throat. A soft, admittedly, very attractive, voice crackled to life next to your ear. Almost like it was being altered.

“You scream… I slit your pretty throat and leave you here to die… try to run, and I catch you and slit it anyway. Got it?” You winced as the blade started to dig in, nodding as quickly as you could without causing any damage. “Good girl…” And despite the pure terror at the position you had been put in, that one small praise made your knees weak.

You were very impolitely manhandled to your own bed. Tossed down onto the covers so you could finally get a look at your assailant. White mask forming a perpetual scream. Black robes totally covering his large form. And that knife. Glinting in the dim moonlight. He caught you looking at it and gently turned the blade in his hand.

“If you do as you're told… this old thing won’t hurt you.” Though his words comforted you very little. You were backed into a corner, pressing yourself as close to your pillows as you possibly could to make some distance. He stood there, watching you. Eerily silent. Head tilted in a strangely endearing way. You could tell he was studying you. Gauging your reaction. For what? Judging if you’d be a good enough victim for him? You met his gaze, at least you tried. It was tricky with the mask.

In a flash he was on top of you. One hand on your hip tugging you closer as the other hastily tugged off your shorts. You realised that you could feel his hard cock pressed up against your inner thigh. A soft groan sounded from the man above you.

“You know… I was gonna kill you… spread your insides all over your living room… but you decided to be a tease and get all dressed up for me in those little pyjamas…” His hands trail down your thighs and you can’t help but shudder. It felt so good. He had barely touched you and you were already drenched. Something about the ‘masked killer having his way with you’ really got your blood pumping. Perhaps he could see it in your eyes, because you were sure you could hear a quiet distorted laugh as he blatantly groped your ass.

His hand had nearly reached your clothed cunt when he pulled away. Easily slicing through the thin fabric and pulling it away. You tensed as you felt the sharp tip of the blade dig into your thigh, before he flipped and it pressed the blunt handle against your bare clit. You gasped and titled your head back against the pillows as he ground it against you harshly. The metal was cold against your core. Sending shivers up your spine and sparks of pleasure through your brain.

Just as you were starting to get into it, gripping the bed sheets as you matched his movements with your own. Pleasure heightening as you chased your peak, he pulled the blade away. Gripping your hair so hard tears sprung in your eyes and pulling you up so you were nearly face to face with him. He plunged the blade down, deep into your mattress, dangerously close to your aching pussy. His voice was low when he spoke, dripping with arousal behind that voice changer.

“Ride it.”

There was no room for argument. And the way his tone dropped as he commanded you made your brain go blank. You would do anything he wanted if he kept talking like that. A quiet gasp escaped you when he pulled on your hair harder. Indicating that you were taking too long following orders. You quickly snapped into action, situating yourself so you were hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath before dropping down slow.

The handle wasn’t uncomfortably big, but it was hard and unforgiving. Your breathing turned uneven as the finger grooves rubbed against all those perfect spots inside you. Once you were seated up to the guard you paused, trembling at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled by a knife handle. The coolness of the metal quickly warming inside you. Your big bad assailant was kneeling silently in front of you. Allowing you to adjust. Watching each little twitch of your face and subtly groping himself at the view.

Once he had decided you were taking too long his hand left your hair to trail down to your hip, gently guiding you to start moving. Tugging your tank top down to reveal your tits with the other. You groaned as those leather gloved hands groped you, teasing your nipples mercilessly. One particularly hard pinch made your hips jerk forward, which in turn hit those unforgiving grooves against yet another mind blowing spot inside you. You had to place one hand on his arm to steady yourself as you chased that sweet spot. Grinding down onto the knife with a needy whine. Your eyes closed as you dropped your chin to your chest. Barely registering the staticky laugh above you.

“You know… only a fucking whore would be getting off to this so easily…” His voice was confident, but slightly strained. Just hearing how much you were affecting him was enough to make you clench down on the metal below you. You gripped his arm hard and gave him, what you thought was, a cool smile. Realistically you looked a mess.

“Only a fuckin’ freak… would come up with something like this…”

When he laughed you could almost hear his real voice through the changer. The man behind the mask. His hand traced up from your tits to tighten around your throat. Making you gasp as he cut off your air. Helping guide you even faster. You could feel the edge rushing closer. Pulsing around the handle as your eyes rolled back. You felt his hand leave your hip but you kept up the same pace. Chasing your peak desperately. You choked out a surprised moan when you felt a gloved thumb press down on your clit harshly.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train. And the intruder helped you through it. Keeping the pleasure heightening until it was almost painful. You started to feel dizzy. The lack of oxygen paired with the intense rush. Your mouth opened and closed uselessly. Distantly you wondered if he noticed that you were about to pass out. With the mask totally covering his eyes you couldn't tell if he was even looking at you. And he was still abusing your poor clit. A tear rolled down your cheek. You hadn’t even realised you were crying. You weakly tugged at his wrist, you couldn’t pull him off, he was so strong. But perhaps you could draw his attention to your predicament.

Through your spotting vision you saw him reach up and pull the mask off. He grinned at you. He was so pretty when he smiled. Pulling you close by your neck and kissing you deeply. His lips were soft. Though you were too far gone to kiss back properly.

Finally he shoved you away, releasing your neck and sending you sprawling back against the pillows. You coughed and gulped down air desperately. Not noticing him easily remove the blade from your mattress. When you had finally regained some semblance of composure, you opened your eyes to be blessed with the sight of him dragging his tongue down the handle. His own eyes closed as he tasted your orgasm dripping down to the blade. Another spark of arousal made you squeeze your thighs together subtly. At least you thought it was subtle.

“Oh babe… you’re still all horny after that? I knew you were a slut.”

You shuddered and tugged on the dark robes to draw him closer.

“Just shut up…” You mumbled weakly as you kissed him. Hooking your leg over his hip as you reached down to fumble with his jeans. You could feel how hard he was. And you wanted that cock so bad. He was quick to help. Pulling off the dark robe and shoved down his jeans and boxers. The whole ‘ghostface’ schtick totally abandoned as your boyfriend finally allowed himself to go after his own pleasure.

You moaned out his name and he breathed a sigh of relief when he finally slid inside you. You only had a few seconds to analyse how different it felt from the knife handle before he started moving. Pounding into you hard and fast. So worked up after watching you lose your mind on his lucky blade. There was no way he was going to be able to gut someone without getting hard and distracted. Though that wasn’t a huge issue.

You tugged on his hair and whined. His lips trailed down your neck until he caught one of your nipples between his teeth. Gently pulling and grinning around the sensitive bud as your whines reached a higher pitch. He knew your body like the back of his hand. Knew exactly which buttons to press to make you go mad. This man would be the death of you one day, you had no doubt about it.

When he finally pulled away from your chest you could tell he was getting close, and you were nearing your second finish as well. He easily lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and the new angle made you arch as he was able to rut deeper into you. You didn’t know when he had removed his gloves. But you didn’t care. His bare fingers ghosted over your clit and you were gone once again. Toes curling as you clenched down on his cock, causing him to grunt and still inside you. The pair of you lost as you both rode out your orgasms.

When you finally had the sense to open your eyes once again he was watching you with a dopey smile. You returned it and pulled him close for a much gentler kiss. Mumbling against his lips.

“We have got to do that again some time…”

He nodded in agreement. Slowly pulling out and reaching for the damp cloth he already had prepared to clean you up.

“You make such a good victim. God you were so hot.” He pecked your lips once again and grinned as you stretched out in bed with a yawn.

How did you get so lucky?

#Scream #Ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface x you #TKB Fics

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shoot-of-corruption · 10 months

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I ship you with Cherry's Ryo, DUH. Your Mariku and Cherry's Ryo *chef's kiss*

Other candidates:

Eli's Atem. After reading a couple interactions, yeah, and /s I hate it lol

I think that made me wonder if Mariku would work with other Atems/Yami Yugis

I don't know darknesskng too well, but their TKB gives off a certain energy that I wonder if it would resonate with your Mariku. (It would be a chaotic ship, probably. I think they would push each other's buttons a lot.)

I wish we could see some more interaction with Ra's Marik and your Marik, but I don't know if I'd call it a ship exactly?

I wish there was someone from Zexal I could see being a ship, but I'm not sure yet

I feel like there's one I'm missing

I dunno, make of this what you will. XD

Actually tagged this as IC replies, but I gotta move to ooc territory now to comment on this:

1.) Agreed. Not only is Deathshipping my favorite, Ryo (@starlitmemoriam) and Mariku are just getting along so well, it was almost shocking... like we cluldn't bend them in any direction.

The magnetism was beyond creepy and exciting.

2.) Eli's Atem (@ofthepuzzle) is definitely great shipping material. We resonate super well about a lot of things and apparently, whenever they come together our muses just so happen to be risktakers for the highest benefit.

I have done Clashshipping in the past but it never felt this natural to me 😌

3.) You and meboth, Anon. @darknesskng and I had a few IM interactions and we exchanged a bit of writing. I don't know them well, yet, but they have a nice spice in their portrayal. Probably oneof the muses around that could become really dangerous for shadow boi.

He'd have to feel out the waters first, before getting into any kind of relationship, since he has dealt with enough toxic and suppressing situations in his life.

4.) I swear Ra's Marik (@iilahalzili) is such a different brand, I'm very happy they portray him so extremely versatile and differently. In all honesty, I could maybe see them circling each other, but I don't know if it would lead to anything.

My muse at least shows off his brightest smile, but when nobody is looking, I imagine them both going exactly like this:

Oh well.... idk anything about Zexal *shrugs*

I mean, I know people tell me over and over and OVER that the other YuGiOh arcs are worth a watch... I just don't know how to fit them in my schedule and if I would enjoy them... *sighs*

I have so little time for things, I enjoy anymore that I don't wanna waste it on things that I might end up being bored by.

What you MAY be missing are Bakura muses. I can see those being linked to him =w= I can also see Yugis in that position. I would also like to see Mais in that position, but I just don't see Mais at all T.T ... @kujakudarling is a possible candidate as well :3

I guess we'll see! ^3^ Thanks for the long ask, Anon!

#anonymous #ooc #shipping #mentions #starlitmemoriam #ofthepuzzle #darknesskng #iilahalzili #kujakudarling #ask

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