angstshipping scenes I won’t write but live in my head rent free:
-Marik distraught to discover that dating the dungeonmaster will not stop him from sicking a dragon on you. He is a professional and there are no boyfriends once behind the DM screen. Flirting will not save you. Roll the death save.
-Bakura believes everything Marik confidently says about ancient Egypt magic even though Marik’s basically just struggling to remember the equivalent of geometry you learned in fifth grade and never used again. Marik believes everything Bakura says about occultism even though Bakura learned most of it on paranormal forums and poorly-coded websites he read in middle school.
-Marik’s fury regarding the injustice of how he spent 45 minutes on hair-makeup-outfit this morning to look as good as possible and his bf just rolls out of bed and puts on a clearance rack t shirt and still looks like the dreamy ethereal deuteragonist of a paranormal romance novel. He doesn’t even moisturize! What the fuck! Bullshit!
-Bakura is very excited to show Marik his most ridiculous horror movies but Marik is unfamiliar with the concept of a “B Movie” and spends ages trying to figure out how to delicately tell Bakura that Zombi 3 was extremely not good, actually, because no one has clued him in yet on how sometimes movies are supposed to be bad.
-Marik has to meet Bakura’s dad and discovers that Mr. Bakura already knows his sister (hosted a lovely exhibit for his museum a year or so ago, nice woman, saw her excellent working paper on the papyrus millingen) and Marik spends the entire rest of lunch trying to figure out what she said about him then that somehow left a good impression.
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