Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

He hadn't really known why his hand was picked up and examined, but he didn't pull away, just watched curiously. When he saw those fingers tracing along a scar along his palm he chuckled.

❤️ a favorite ship

Deathshipping (Yami Marik x Ryou Bakura)

I don't even have to think about it.

This ship can be so versatile and all encompassing, I don't even know how that's possible.

Existential crisis? - You got it!

Toothrotting Fluff? - Sure why not!

Hardcore Horror? - Hell yeah, absolutely!

Hurt and Comfort? - Fuck yes!

The simple and single most beautiful question that this ship implies for me and always will:

"What does it even mean to be a human being, functional or not? What does it take to feel like a complete person? How does empathy work and how does it affect you?"

*CHEF'S KISS*

"Hm?" When Tamaki felt the tap on his shoulder, he turned around curiously and smiled when he saw his good friend. "Carell—hah what's up—hm what do you have there?" His voice was light and cheerful and full of interest. Tamaki's blue eyes focused on the man before him but when he saw the tickets, his eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

His heart began to ache; even though his grandmother freed him from the restrictions of ever seeing his mother again, it had been far too long since he had last visited.

Like a bolt of lightning, Tamaki grabbed the tickets and hugged them close to his cheek. he nuzzled the precious pieces of paper before he placed a hand on Carell's shoulder.

"Mon ami, I would be honored—" Tamaki placed the tickets back into Carell's hand and he cradled his friend's hand between his own. "First the journal and now this generous gift. How did you get these?" Tamaki wondered.

Rin: neigh.

“Hi Koneko.” 

Just Kill Me I gUESS || Accepting  ||  @abasketofmuses - Momiji

          Oh how terrible a question to be asked of him. How desperately the rabbit wants to say yes. Yes, he’ll be Momo’s big brother, for he already is. Though that is not knowledge the young girl is privy to.

          His father’s voice ringing in the back of his head tells him to say no. His father would rather his children stay separated. For Momo to stay ignorant of him. His father doesn’t want to break his happy family up. His happy family that didn’t include Momiji. He had even been forced to stop taking his violin lessons.

          But what if this time, what if this time he was selfish? What if he said yes despite what his father wanted? Instead of bending to the wishes of others, what if he followed his own heart?

He had no doubt that if he just called or texted his brother he'd show up, but he didn't want to keep bothering him with these things. Yugi had his own life and his own partner to think about, not just his brother who had too many dark days to count. And that was exactly why he came to a place where the music was loud enough to drown out everything else. And if he helped it along with a drink or two, even better.

That is, if he could actually manage to get the drinks in his mouth this time and not just stare at it like it was poison waiting to end his life. Just because he had a drink or two didn't mean he'd turn into that bastard that dared call himself a father.

That's why he donned the leather pants he hadn't worn in years tonight, a fishnet shirt and a leather jacket over that. Most likely he'd be losing the jacket shortly. Already the heat of bodies made the place pretty warm as he moved around people on his way to the bar, trying his best not to run into anyone. He didn't really feel like punching anyone in the face tonight if they got smart mouthed with their sense altered by alcohol.

Finally he made his way to the bar of the establishment and yelled over the music to ask for a beam and coke from the bar tender. Already the nonsense in his head was quieter. Either that, or the music was too loud to really notice anything else. Exactly, what he'd wanted.

@a-basket-of-muses :: Carell;

"MAAAMAAA!!! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GUYS AND THE LOUD NOISES???"

"Ah, I see. I suppose you're referring to me as one of his friends?" He was a friend and technically his boss. "I'm glad he's been helping people out, though. That's something he would do." Roy chuckles.