This is an independent snowglobe/AU Yami Bakura roleplay account.

I am simply a fallen star, stripped of my powers and privileges, banished to your realm to spend the rest of my days amongst you humans.

Warning: This Bakura is a pathological liar, if you ask a question you may not be getting a true answer. For more info check the extra pages.

M!A: None
Art by Goshi
When the Light Goes Out
starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

starbrightbakura:

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

Annoyed at being foiled Ammon put his face against the leg and hung off his jeans.

"No doubt. It is rare I find an alternate of myself that shares this birthday. Rather aggravating when it comes to that. His name is Ammon. He is- Ammon tell Ryou how old you are." The little boy didn’t move his face but he held up a hand showing four fingers. "This many.”

The star ruffled the untidy black hair proudly. “We already had a special meal this morning. That is a dairy free cake, if it matters to you. You have plans for your day, yes?”

The grin on his face was wide and cheerful. The child was just absolutely adorable. He just wanted to cuddle him and smush his face. Chewing happily on the delicious cake, the Brit moved his attention to the winged man.

"Ah— Actually, no, no I don’t. I don’t really plan on doing much today. Probably not going to work, though. I might play with Ophie or make some new models. I haven’t made little figurines in years," he mused, tapping the container with his fork.

Ammon smiled with only one visible eye until his shyness took over and had him half hiding among Bakura’s feathers.

"I too exploited the generosity of my working superiors and have been given a days break from work so Ammon and I may enjoy the day." He was all set for an unremarkable chat, but perked up and changed tack at the f word. "Figurines? For one of your make-believe adventure games?"

thief-of-shadows:

starbrightbakura:

thief-of-shadows:

"So you’re on some sort of mission?" Not that he had any right to pry at this point. If only he knew he was speaking to someone who seemed to take everything so seriously

"I respect people enough to tell them the truth…?” he offered weakly.

"Some sort of mission yes." And that was as much information as he was willing to indulge the copy with. "As are you."

"A truth that has no interest or relevance to them other than allowing them to take not of your incredibly poor manners?" Was the sweet reply, he was starting to mildly enjoy chastising the human.

"As am- …Well. I suppose you’d be right." The destruction of this world wasn’t why he was brought back, but it could be. That seemed to always be the reason.

"Yes. The truth is told. Regardless of how shitty it really is…" He sighed. "This really isn’t going anywhere, is it?"

"Astute deduction. I have been to funerals that held more future hope than this conversation with you. Though if you made any effort otherwise I suppose I am still open to changing my mind."

(Source: shimmering-starfish)

starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

starbrightbakura:

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

Bakrua pops the lid from the container and then gives in to Ammon. One of his wings lowers to curl around Ammon’s shoulders, encouraging him to speak to Ryou more while giving him a place to retreat to should he want it.  ”Thank you. Ryou is my … we were born twins. So naturally I assume all of those with your face I meet share my birthday. I am glad I am correct or this surprise would have been rather awkward. Heh.”

Ammon retreated the slightest bit when Ryou knelt down, but clearly only from shyness. He held out the container of cake to Ryou, quite pleased at having a job, then looked up and Bakura and tugged on his pants. “C’n I haf sum cake too, please?”

"We already had cake this morning."

Innocent took the container with a smile and said his thank you’s once more. He was gracious that he found a fork alongside the piece of cake, using it to cut a bit out of the goody and placing it in his mouth. He laughed quietly. All children would be the same, and the fact that he would probably have this to look forward to in later years.

After another mouthful, Ryou stood up and looked over at Bakura. “Yeah, it would have been awkward. Though I doubt there are few alternates out there that have different birthdays than today,” he answered truthfully. “Your boy’s really sweet. What’s his name?”

Annoyed at being foiled Ammon put his face against the leg and hung off his jeans.

"No doubt. It is rare I find an alternate of myself that shares this birthday. Rather aggravating when it comes to that. His name is Ammon. He is- Ammon tell Ryou how old you are." The little boy didn’t move his face but he held up a hand showing four fingers. "This many.”

The star ruffled the untidy black hair proudly. “We already had a special meal this morning. That is a dairy free cake, if it matters to you. You have plans for your day, yes?”

starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

starbrightbakura:

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

It simply never came up in any of our conversations. It was no secret.

We brought something for you as well. Come on, down we go. *he crouched smoothly to lower Ammon to the ground, freeing his hands to reach into his bag and pull out a small plastic container clearly containing a slice of cake. Ammon clung immediately to Bakura’s legs, but had a surge of courage from speaking previously* 

"I’s Bakuras birfday too. Hes old."

*watches in amusement and smiles softly at the child when he looks over, crouching down gently when he speaks* Ah, it is, too? *looks up slightly at him* I wouldn’t have thought your birthday would be the same as mine. Happy Birthday to you, too.

Bakrua pops the lid from the container and then gives in to Ammon. One of his wings lowers to curl around Ammon’s shoulders, encouraging him to speak to Ryou more while giving him a place to retreat to should he want it.  ”Thank you. Ryou is my … we were born twins. So naturally I assume all of those with your face I meet share my birthday. I am glad I am correct or this surprise would have been rather awkward. Heh.”

Ammon retreated the slightest bit when Ryou knelt down, but clearly only from shyness. He held out the container of cake to Ryou, quite pleased at having a job, then looked up and Bakura and tugged on his pants. “C’n I haf sum cake too, please?”

"We already had cake this morning."

starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

starbrightbakura:

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

I am extremely well, Ryou. Thank you for asking. We came to say something to you. Didn’t we Ammon? *turns his attention to the boy in his arms, who shyly moves his head to peak at Ryou and fumbled with his words*

"Hap’py birfday."

Right, good boy. Happy Birthday Ryou.

*gapes a little at the child and moves closer, schooling his features* You have a son? I didn’t know that! Why didn’t you tell—

*flusters a little at the ‘Happy birthday’ and fiddles with his fingers* Ah, thank you.

It simply never came up in any of our conversations. It was no secret.

We brought something for you as well. Come on, down we go. *he crouched smoothly to lower Ammon to the ground, freeing his hands to reach into his bag and pull out a small plastic container clearly containing a slice of cake. Ammon clung immediately to Bakura’s legs, but had a surge of courage from speaking previously* 

"I’s Bakuras birfday too. Hes old."

starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

starbrightbakura:

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

*laughs to himself, leaving his wings flared and quite fluffy looking* Should you ever have a mirror on hand when I do you shall discover the reason. Heh.

Are you well?

*grumbles quietly to himself, brushing down his clothes* I’m… Okay. Not ill or dead, so that’s a thing. What about you?

I am extremely well, Ryou. Thank you for asking. We came to say something to you. Didn’t we Ammon? *turns his attention to the boy in his arms, who shyly moves his head to peak at Ryou and fumbled with his words*

"Hap’py birfday."

Right, good boy. Happy Birthday Ryou.

starbrightbakura asked: *drops from the sky near him, a small black-haired child hiding in his arms* Ryou!

innocentlycorruptedmind:

*jumps about a mile high out of surprise, looking like a startled cat* Jesus— Damn, Bakura! Why’d you gotta do that?

*laughs to himself, leaving his wings flared and quite fluffy looking* Should you ever have a mirror on hand when I do you shall discover the reason. Heh.

Are you well?

Anonymous asked: Pretence

Basically nearly every single interaction with star involved pretence from him in one way or another. As he feels more confident around non-star or cloud people he has begun to fully construct new reputations and personalities for himself when around others.

His major one at the moment is Ammon. Both about Ammon and to him. With Ammon’s mother out of the picture he is free to spin whatever selfish fantasies he likes about his ownership of the boy. The single father card is a new an interesting one for him to play. He hopes, due to Ammon’s age, than soon the boy will have nothing but the memories Bakura has constructed for him.

posted 2 weeks ago

Put a word in my ask and I will write a Headcanon about it for my Muse.

rpmissionboard:

  • Nightmares
  • Humanity
  • Guardian
  • Torture
  • Insanity
  • Slaughter
  • Order
  • Morality
  • Loyalty
  • Promise
  • Betrayal
  • Epiphany
  • Apathy
  • Memories
  • Loss
  • Lies
  • Death
  • Love
  • Plans
  • Pawns
  • revenge
  • Monster
  • Time
  • Waiting
  • Laugh
  • Trend
  • Alliance
  • Natural
  • Pretence
  • Urge
  • Impression
  • Critic
  • Accent
  • Stranger
  • Judgement
  • Delirious
  • Instinct
  • Damage
  • Illusion
  • End