#mutilated-psyche

Malik wasn’t exactly happy that it was his birthday, but he wanted to at least do something nice for himself rather than continue to wallow in misery. It had been quiet for him and Kek through the week. There had even been a time when they were comforting each other due to nightmares. As complicated as their relationship was, Malik was actually happy that he wasn’t spending his birthday alone. 

So, to show his appreciation, he busied himself making food that reminded him of Egypt. He may have been feeling a little homesick. The one thing he missed the most aside from his siblings was the food. 

So, whenever Kek decided to leave his room, he’d definitely walk into the sounds of cooking and the smells of koshary, falafel, and baklava. 

((From @mutilated-psyche)

"No! I'm not a cat, I'm only part cat," came the automatic response. Suddenly a defensiveness foreign to him came out of nowhere at the accusation.

"Look, maybe it doesn't look that way to you, but I don't fuck with magic, the magic fucks with me! And I actually would like it to stop and give me some peace for once!"

@mutilated-psyche​​ asked: ‘ Loosely translated ‘We should do this again’ means 'You will never see me naked’

‘☹’

send ‘☹’ for my muse to try their best to make your sad muse happy.

@mutilated-psyche

The rain was pouring down the alleyway, not that Aitem cared since he couldn’t feel anything, not even the cold gusts of wind that were blowing through the streets of Domino city.

He had followed Kek from afar, careful not to be seen. Even though Kek didn’t seem to possess supernatural abilities, at least as far as Aitem could tell, he would most likely be able to see him due to some residues of the dark magic that might've been used to resurrect him.

Last two weeks, Aitem had been striving to thwart Kek's missions. He couldn't stand the cold murders of innocent - and less innocent - people, and it certainly didn't help that Kek reminded Aitem of the dark Malik of his universe, Am-heh. Just seeing Kek was more than enough to make him angry.

But all his efforts didn't seem to deter Kek from killing people. So Aitem had decided that sending intel to Kek's targets or writing creepy messages to the killer wasn't enough anymore. He needed to step up his game, which meant, in this case, meeting Kek in person and making clear that he couldn't kill anymore.

👀👀

Normally Yuugi liked to think he was aware of his surroundings, but it seemed he hadn't been paying close enough attention as he walked. A shape moved near him, tall and imposing (let's face it most people were tall to him) and cold metal pricked against his throat.

He froze with a gasp, "Whoa, wait!"

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

Hurt Meme

{MP}

@mutilated-psyche

Yuugi had ended up out of his way after falling asleep on the train, finding Kek by pure chance as he looked around for a way to get back to his own neighborhood. The next train wasn’t for another hour or so. 

“Maybe, but that still needs to be taken care of,” he said with a stern edge to his voice.

((is it too late to interact with kitty Yugi? He’s absolutely adorable!!))

“Can’t place my finger on it— but you remind of a runt i know... maybe it’s the fact that you’re tiny.”

@mutilated-psyche

The cat stared up at him unblinking, unamused at his current situation. Really? It was just the size that was familiar to him? He’d been called a runt before, that insult hardly bothered him anymore.