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FFXIV Tarot- I - The Magician- Papalymo Totolymo
"You really shouldn't leave an entire wall empty in that dreary underground hideout of yours, Marik-boy. It's your own fault I had to paint that mural on it."
“Wait, that was YOU??Bakura was muttering something about the friggin Sparkle Mafia finding him and was painting over it in a panic this morning.My whole friggin hideout smells like a Sherwin-Williams now because of your effing unicorn fetish and Bakura’s effing unicorn trigger! Thanks a LOT.”
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The usual daft, sunfire grin that had been forming on Marik’s face as normality began to reestablish itself abruptly withered at the food suggestion.
“What? PIZZA?!” he sputtered. After the whole “leaving him to join some other evil council” fiasco had been resolved, pizza (or the mere mention of it) had become to the desert hideout what the mention of a certain noseless antagonist was to the student body of Hogwarts.
“Is THAT where your ‘other work’ was? Under the friggin ocean?!
Bugger his arse.
“Guh- No!…“ He blurted, immediately tensing. Honestly, it had just been an innocent suggestion. “I erm… I did some work as an extra in a Netflix show… They’re doing a lot of anime these days and there’s a lot of other characters coming out of the woodwork to help with…filling the page, so to speak…“ He explained, fidgeting with the edge of his phone, where there was just a tiny crack in the screen.
“It was just a casual suggestion…Not my bloody fault pizza is the most popular takeout option….” Pause, scroll, scroll…. ”Tacos then? Or perhaps a kebab?“ He drawled, flicking his eyes back up to his blond counterpart.
"Casual, my perfect buttocks!” Marik snorted, crossing his arms over his chest petulantly, like a child who’d just been told to go to bed and had no intention of it. Granted, after all this time, Bakura’s suggestion likely HAD been benign, but he was taking no chances. He wanted any and all traces of Dartz and his Amazing Technicolor Mullet far, far away from his evil hideout. As the spirit continued to search through the dining options, Marik’s hackles began to lower, and anger gave way soon enough to mulling over the presented choices. “Hnn...well, it HAS been awhile since we’ve done tacos...” he allowed. It had been awhile for a lot of things, actually.
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“YES.” Marik replied emphatically, though the way his fingers fidgeted, first on the air, and then on the handle of the millennium rod once he’d wrestled it out of his belt loop, said clearly that he had no immediate idea where that was and merely wanted to take advantage of the leverage being presented to him. “I command you to……order us Ubereats!” he decided after an uncomfortable pause, pointing the bladed end at Bakura. With that established, he flopped back onto the couch unceremoniously, laying the ancient artifact on the end table. “Hey, Bakura! Did you know Skyrim is portable now?” he asked, grabbing for his Switch next.
He blinked. Of course Marik wanted food. But rather than roll his eyes, he drew out his cellphone. “….Aaalright, Marik, what do you want? Pizza?” Bakura scrolled through options. It was still shocking that they could even get delivery this far out into the desert, but then again, he knew not to underestimate the power of anime food.
He was distracted again when Marik brought up Skyrim.
“Ah, right…I heard something about that. Haven’t played it on that new platform though…” Dark eyes flicked to watch Marik’s hand at it reached for, “Is that one of them?” The fabled Switch, the thing that many a teenage boy wept when they realized they had been queueing for eight hours in front of a sold-out shop. He had mostly avoided the whole thing, finding it tedious. In five years it’d be moot anyway. Like the Wii.
“Have you played Skyrim on that thing?“
The usual daft, sunfire grin that had been forming on Marik's face as normality began to reestablish itself abruptly withered at the food suggestion.
"What? PIZZA?!" he sputtered. After the whole "leaving him to join some other evil council" fiasco had been resolved, pizza (or the mere mention of it) had become to the desert hideout what the mention of a certain noseless antagonist was to the student body of Hogwarts.
"Is THAT where your 'other work' was? Under the friggin ocean?!"
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“AND you’ll do the laundry!” Marik put in quickly, arching a brow expectantly at his wayward partner. If he were honest with himself (which he seldom was), Marik would have to admit that kicking Bakura out ranked rather low on his list of things he wanted to do. He did, after all, put up with aggravation from everyone he associated with: Pegasus with his tendency to drop by unannounced with fashion and home decor advice, Rex and Weevil with their nonstop giggling and bad innuendo during his meetings, Zorc’s inability to wreck no less than half the hideout while trying to find the bathroom, Melvin with the whole “forcibly taking over his body and forcing him to commit atrocities” annoyance… All that in mind, Marik supposed it COULD be worse…
“And I’ll do the laundry.“ He agreed immediately, though not without grumbling. It was honestly more for show. Bakura was actually quite ecstatic he seemed to be getting off the hook even this easily…
Then again, why was he surprised by that? He could always count on Marik to slap him across the face with his own worries, making him realize…this was Marik, after all, and every worry regarding him always turned out to be a mountain he made out of the smallest mole hill. Sure Marik was bloody annoying at times, and he always seemed to be a blasted idiot…but he was easy. Easy going, optimistic, always zeroing in on the seemingly most mundane aspect of a disaster and making it just so…so easy to forgive and forget.
Bakura supposed…that was why he cared so much about him.
So much in fact, that he even added, “Is there anything else you want me to do?“
“YES.” Marik replied emphatically, though the way his fingers fidgeted, first on the air, and then on the handle of the millennium rod once he’d wrestled it out of his belt loop, said clearly that he had no immediate idea where that was and merely wanted to take advantage of the leverage being presented to him. “I command you to......order us Ubereats!” he decided after an uncomfortable pause, pointing the bladed end at Bakura. With that established, he flopped back onto the couch unceremoniously, laying the ancient artifact on the end table. “Hey, Bakura! Did you know Skyrim is portable now?” he asked, grabbing for his Switch next.
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Marik remained huffy all through the explanation, arms crossed, nose in the air, and bottom lip jutted out in a dramatic pout. “Yeah well, how am *I* supposed to know that? This is the second friggin’ time you’ve walked out of here to join up with some other guys and left me here by myself!” Fortunately, this time, Marik’s sheer power of denial and their lack of an embarrassing public blowout had allowed him to conveniently not notice how much time had passed until someone had drawn attention to it. On some level, though, Bakura’s absense had effected him, regardless. The council meetings had dropped off to nil, and instead of bouncing around the few clubs he hadn’t been banned from on weekends, or streaming video games for the internet’s consumption, he had withdrawn into sprawling on the couch, putting hours into his newly-stolen Nintendo Switch and drinking enough Diet Coke to put the entire hardcore MMO community to shame. “Friggin’ cat…blowing out of here for months on end and then turning up one day expecting to be fed. Well I’m ALL OUT of Fancy Feast, Bakura!”
“…I’m not expecting to be bloody fed, Marik. I’m just-…hoping you’ll still have a place I can sleep.“ He murmured, head still drooped.
He knew Marik would be fine on his own. He’d hold up a lot better than Bakura did on his own, at least… Which was why the snowy-haired spirit came back. Anyone else with even a semblance of independent will could have just kept at it…
Then again, he cared for Marik, more than anyone he’d ever met before. Even more than his own host….It was pathetic, but so, so very true…He loved Marik. After all this time, he still loved him.
“I get if you can never forgive me. I don’t expect you to honestly…“ He chuffed, trying to laugh off the sting of Marik possibly never giving him another chance. “I just….want you to know I’m sorry…and I’m back. For whatever worth you put on that.“
Finally the spirit took another step forward. “So…can you forgive me? I’ll buy my own bloody Fancy Feast from now on and everything.”
“AND you’ll do the laundry!” Marik put in quickly, arching a brow expectantly at his wayward partner. If he were honest with himself (which he seldom was), Marik would have to admit that kicking Bakura out ranked rather low on his list of things he wanted to do. He did, after all, put up with aggravation from everyone he associated with: Pegasus with his tendency to drop by unannounced with fashion and home decor advice, Rex and Weevil with their nonstop giggling and bad innuendo during his meetings, Zorc’s inability to wreck no less than half the hideout while trying to find the bathroom, Melvin with the whole “forcibly taking over his body and forcing him to commit atrocities” annoyance... All that in mind, Marik supposed it COULD be worse...
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Hearing the familiar ranting response made the spirit roll his eyes, arms crossed over his skinny chest. Though that was mostly muscle memory. In truth, he was practically basking in the sound of his partner’s voice, letting it wash over him like baptismal waters.
Finally, the question he’d been dreading blasted his ears like a power wash.
“Well, erm…I have a rather funny story for you too-” He started, already fumbling with his response. Bugger, he’d even rehearsed this. But as soon as he saw his flamboyant cohort, the words got tangled and all he wanted to do was blurt out apologies and countless ‘I missed you’s.
Settle down Bakura, you do have an image to keep up after all.
Clearing his throat, he started his so-called explanation. “So erm…I got an offer from another show to do some…work…” Flimsy. A cardboard box had more stability. A wet cardboard box.
“So I did a little work there- Work with our shows has been…slow, since we finished the Censored Town thing…And a man has to make a living…“ Laughable, since, well, Bakura was kind of not quite alive, therefore there was no urgency to make a living. In truth, he just kind of drifted around, did some weird things here and there, and before he knew it…he’d been gone for months, then…years…He never meant to be gone so long…And poor Marik….
“…But I’m back now. And I’m not exactly keen on going away again…“ Lame finish.
Finally he just slumped where he stood, weighed down with his guilt and regret. Enough excuses. He messed up, big, and he owed his partner….if they were even still partners. “I’m sorry, Marik.”
Marik remained huffy all through the explanation, arms crossed, nose in the air, and bottom lip jutted out in a dramatic pout. “Yeah well, how am *I* supposed to know that? This is the second friggin’ time you’ve walked out of here to join up with some other guys and left me here by myself!” Fortunately, this time, Marik’s sheer power of denial and their lack of an embarrassing public blowout had allowed him to conveniently not notice how much time had passed until someone had drawn attention to it. On some level, though, Bakura’s absense had effected him, regardless. The council meetings had dropped off to nil, and instead of bouncing around the few clubs he hadn’t been banned from on weekends, or streaming video games for the internet’s consumption, he had withdrawn into sprawling on the couch, putting hours into his newly-stolen Nintendo Switch and drinking enough Diet Coke to put the entire hardcore MMO community to shame. “Friggin’ cat...blowing out of here for months on end and then turning up one day expecting to be fed. Well I’m ALL OUT of Fancy Feast, Bakura!”
Anonymous asked:
another VN? care to elaborate?
“Yeah, it’s not about ME this time, which is a real friggin’ shame. I keep telling the mun that the gratuitous shots of my butt and thong are literally the only thing that carried her last one. But she went on this big tirade about “involved plotlines” and “character development” and...you know...things people don’t ACTUALLY play Visual Novels for. It’s all about the butts.Anyway here, you can have these screenshots.”
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me when someone @’s me on discord for anything ever
"Oi, Marik, where are all my bloody clothes?"
“Well, funny story - Odion came in here and was like ‘Marik, you know, this living room is pretty messy.’ and I was like ‘SILENCE FOOL! Bakura’s coming back any minute to do the laundry because he KNOWS it’s his friggin’ turn!’ and he was all ‘It’s been years, though.’And I thought, as he was picking up all the laundry and loading it into that stupid van of his to take it back to his place to wash ‘Heeeeey, you’re right! It HAS been years!’What I’m getting at is: WHERE THE EFF HAVE YOU BEEN?!”
"Somebody touched my spaghetti."
"I'm not surprised. You get it friggin' EVERYWHERE when you eat it, Bakura. By the time you're done, it's impossible NOT to touch it since its on every effing surface!"
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are you gone forever??!! nuthin here for 2 months...
((Sorry for that. It's been a combination of frustration with RP in general lately, flu season at work sapping my energy, and the fact that I've been working on another VN project as of late that's been demanding my attention.I'll try and make more time for Marik, I haven't forgotten about him or given up, I've just been very...tired. ^^;; ))
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Have you ever heard of the SCP Foundation, Marik? They have things like a giant rage filled homicidal lizard, an orange ball of goop that makes you happy when you are near it, a plague doctor that can kill you just by touching you, and half a cat.
“...is THAT why that friggin place keep calling here? Bakura said they were all limited edition pieces from the Franklin Mint’s Eldritch Horrors series he found at Goodwill! We’ve been using them as lawn ornaments, for eff’s sake......though, that does explain why the takeout guys never make it to the hideout door anymore. I thought they were just laying facedown in the sand in protest in hopes of a bigger tip.”
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I did a few things in Photoshop during my graphics and design class where I switched your eye color with Bakura and yugi's eye colors. I also switched your hair and eye color with Bakura's, would you like to see the pictures?
“...well, considering I AM always telling Bakura that anything he can do, I can do sexier, I’m sure this will only prove my point, greyface. RELEASE THE PICTURES.”
“Fun Times In Vegas” Commissioned once upon a time from https://ihlosih.deviantart.com/ to commemorate a road trip to Las Vegas to visit @abridgedalbino
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So….this is what people are going to hear when they call my phone once all this medical drama is cleared up.
LK had offered a donation incentive to push his latest stream charity drive to 3k saying the last five donors to get them to the mark would get a custom voicemail greeting in the character of their choice.
Thank you so much, Martin, it is all I hoped for and more <3
((Bringing this back to say I've had it as my voicemail greeting for a couple years now and I have, in fact, stopped getting unnecessary phone calls altogether.
Marik and Bakura are the best call screeners I've ever had.))
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🎁- Is your muse picky about gifts
((Despite the fact Marik is a horribly picky person about most matters, gifts are not one of them. As long as he's not being given a snakebite to the face or a bullwhipping, Marik is easily-stoked about pretty much anything he's given.))