# SPIRIT-CLERIC, a selective, mutuals only and canon divergent portrayal of RYO BAKURA as authored by CHERRY. since twenty twenty-four.
bakura ryo
content warning
themes of extreme sleep deprivation, mental illness, regret, letting go, abuse, paranormal activity, spiritualism, death, etc. are present here!
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the laws
important please read the following before attemping to interact!
out of character
☆ I sometimes post out of character, so keep that in mind. It will always be tagged 🍒 || Chatty Cherry.☆ Sexual NSFW can be implied, but I prefer not to do explicit. Point blank, period. I just don't feel comfortable writing it. FTB or timeskipping is totally ok though!☆ I'm 26 year old. I would prefer characters and muns to be 18+. Minors are not welcome here. If you are a minor and try to interact, I will block you.☆ Don't start or drag me into drama, don't godmod or any of that nonsense, I'm sure you've heard this rant before. Tumblr roleplaying is supposed to be a fun space for everyone, and I want to keep it that way.☆ If you have any questions / comments / concerns / want to get to know me, even if we aren't mutuals, feel free to contact me! Hit up my askbox! Send me IMs! I promise I don't bite! But I can't promise that my muses won't.
tagging & discretion
☆ First and foremost, this blog will talk about NSFW themes such as violence, gore, blood, depression, mental illness, etc. These will be tagged as tw insert thing here. If you need things tagged a certain way/certain subjects tagged PLEASE let me know! I'll be more than happy to accommodate you.☆ Things I need tagged are irl/realistic spiders, irl/realistic insects, eating disorders and things related to it (calories, binge/purging, restricting food, etc.) and (i know how wild this sounds) talk about what happens after you die (irl)! I have the basic cw / tw format blacklisted. You can just tag the last one as cw / tw afterlife. It's the best I could come up with
interactions
☆ I'm open to interacting with doubles, multimuses, OCs, those outside of YGO, etc! (God, I love doubles. Give me all of them.) I just ask for a rules and about page (especially for OCs and multimuses)☆ If you reblog a meme or the like from me, I would appreciate if you sent something back to me. I will do the same for you. It's not a requirement but I feel like it's the polite thing to do.☆ Hi personals! This is for you. You're welcome to follow me, but do not reblog anything from me. I am not a source!☆ As for the rest of you, please don't reblog roleplays you are not a part of, headcanon posts, or my ooc posts.☆ Another thing, I will only thread with mutuals.☆ If we are not mutuals, you are still more than welcome to send me asks or like my posts!☆ If we are mutuals and we haven't interacted yet, you're also welcome to just toss me a starter or talk to me through my IMs! Or Discord if that's your thing. I'm shy too, I get it, this should be a welcoming space!☆ I'm a busy person, as are all of you. Replies may take a couple days! Sometimes I'm right on it, sometimes I'm not. Now, if a couple weeks have gone by and there's still nothing, feel free to contact me and see what's up. I have a life outstide of tumblr, too!
dynamics
☆ On shipping, I go on chemistry. I don't like doing pre-established relationships unless we discuss it first. I like playing slow-burners from hell!☆ And on that note, this blog will be multiverse and multiship. Verses aren't going to bleed into each other unless it's talked about and agreed upon.☆ Realized a little late, but maybe I should put in my rules where Bakura and I lie with our shipping preferences!
I write Ryo as demiromantic demisexual*, meaning he's only attracted to those he has a close bond with. However, please note that Ryo is willing to have sex regardless of how attracted he is to his sexual partner. With that said, I will ship practically anything once! But these are my preferences, in no particular order:☆☆Deathshipping (Ryo x Yami Malik) (i am deathshipping trash)
☆☆Angstshipping (Ryo x Malik)
☆☆Heartshipping (Ryo x Yuugi)I will not rp:
☆☆Tendershipping (Bakura x Ryo)
☆☆Gemshipping (Ryo x TKB)
☆☆Bakushipping (Ryou x Bakura x TKB)It's just my personal preference.
cherry. 26 years old. they / them.
miscellaneous
☆ We all know tumblr is a hellsite. It eats notifications and the new dashboard is hell on earth. If we are roleplaying together, please tag me! It's sometimes the only way I'll ever know that you replied or had a starter for me!☆ If xkit isn't working for you or you're on mobile and you need me to trim, I've got your back! I would prefer if you could trim your posts but if you can't, I got you.
credits
discovered credit pop up broke at 3 am and i wanna go to bed bro but i dont wanna forget about this either.
♡ me & | theme bg |
♡ kitten (mwah <3) & | icons |
♡ sibylsource & | icon border |
♡ noahsresources & | header template |
dossier
a collection of documents about a particular person, event, or subject.
the basics
full name Ryo S[REDACTED] Bakura.
years old 18.
birthday 02 September.
pronouns He/Him.
gender Cis Male.
orientation demiromantic demisexual.
nationality english/japanese.
species human.
residence Domino, Japan.
languages english, japanese, arabic (not entirely fluent).
push me. pull me. love me. leave me.
positive trait excellent listener.
positive trait incredibly intuitive.
positive trait polite.
positive trait observant.
negative trait emotionally unavailable.
negative trait barely lucid.
negative trait complete disregard for his own life.
negative trait shuts down in confrontation.
the looks
skin tone white.
hair color white.
hair style long and stylishly messy. often braided.
eye color blue.
scent old books.
height 5' 7" / 176 cm.
weight 115 lbs / 52 kg.
physique slim.
complexion very pale; practically translucent.
mental ptsd, severe insomnia.
notable features eight scars. five on his chest in a half circle. two on the palm and back of his left hand. a horizonal scar on his upper left arm. wardrobe think light academia. baggy clothes, mostly sweaters in neutral colors. lightwash jeans, boots and maybe sneakers or oxfords in the white-brown-black range. always carries a large leather crossbody bag filled with various items. miscellaneous he has bags under his eyes that look like they've basically been tattooed there.
Bones are crushing, bones are crushing (pushin' me) /
Bodies touching, bodies touching (lovin' me) /
Blood is pumping, blood is pumping (pullin' me) /
Feeling nothing, feeling nothing (fuckin' me)
# I'm done
the history
Ryo would swear up and down that he was born to be miserable. The oldest of two, he was born in the city of Salisbury, England. His mother was an English national. His father, Japanese. They had come back to England to discuss transferring artifacts to the Domino City Museum, which his father owned and, well. You can figure out the rest. His little sister, Amane, was born a couple years after he was and they were a happy little family.Until there were a couple... accidents.He will never forget that day. He was at school. His mother and sister had gone grocery shopping and were due to pick him up on the way back. They never came for him. He had to walk home. Ryo didn't understand why there were police cars in his driveway. Why the officers gave him their condolences once he approached the front door. Why they had so many flowers all of a sudden. His father broke the news once they were alone. He's not sure if it ever processed correctly. He barely remembers the funeral services and the burials.Then theother accident happened.Ryo was never supposed to have that ring. His father had taken him to Egypt, excitedly ranting and raving about some ring. The Millennium Ring, as he called it. The name meant nothing back then, but it would define the rest of his life. They got to Egypt. They bounced around various Egyptian cities, never staying in one place for long. Ryo had little friends, but his father didn't care. They tracked down the object. A mysterious man allowed his father to put the accursed object around his neck. Seeing his father writhe in pain was terrifying to a little boy like him, and he rushed to help his father.
But the ring.
It called to him.
He didn't think twice about picking it up.
He had no recollection of what happened after that, but his father never looked at him the same way ever again. He didn't look at him at all. He just laid there. Still. Not moving. Not breathing. Nothing, nothing at all.He died right there in Egypt, with the object of his desire hanging around his son's neck.Now an orphan, he stumbled back into town and lived off the streets until kind passersby brought him to an embassy. Family friends came to collect the boy and bring him to Domino. Later, they adopted him into the family. And with the adoption, the museum. Which his father had left in his son's name. As he was far too young to run or own it, it fell into the hands of its investors. Namely, his adoptive father. His adoptive mother was distant. Didn't like him very much. Didn't like how strange he acted at seemingly random times. She wanted him out of that house as fast as possible. His adoptive father sided with her every time in public, but always spoke to him alone in private. It was a betrayal that the spirit regularly fed off of, even provoked. If only Ryo could've seen it then.He eventually, with their blessing (and insistence), he got his own apartment far away from what was left of their family. Even as he helped Ryo bring his belongings into his new home, the man that raised him told him on the way out,"It's for the best. I can't have you ruining what little I have left."
It's a sentence that's defined his very way of living.
verses
a setting for a work of fiction that departs from the canon of it's universe.
haunting memories.
| position library assistant / college student. | age 18.
He’s gone. After years of suffering, he’s gone. The ring, the spirit? Gone. He’s free. Finally, finally free. No more waking up in strange places. No more new scars. No more unexplained bloodstains. His hands are washed of sins that have never been his. Now he can build his life anew, starting from the ground up.It was harder than he thought. The nightmares plague him. Even in his dreams, he can see the soul room. That cold, dark, wet, suffocating soul room. It was something he’d never forget, no matter how many years he spent in therapy. The scars and pain that came from them served as daily reminders for everything that spirit had done. It robbed him of a childhood. Happiness. Any chance he had of a remotely peaceful life. And he resented it for that.But he can’t let go, no matter how hard he tries. He can’t bring himself to sit in the spirit’s favorite chair. Every attempt he makes at convincing himself to toss away the spirit’s favorite things he left behind are in vain. That black coat he wore still hung in Ryou’s closet. His favorite candles remain in their place. His favorite books were left alone. Every time he so much as glanced at them, all he could see is the spirit.Why? Why can’t he let go?
aaru's forgotten.
| position royal enbalmer. | age 22.
The apprentice of the royal embalmer, Ryo is making excellent progress to take over the role from his mentor. Born with the gift of speaking with the dead, he's made a reputation for being strange and seemingly speaking to nothing. The young embalmer stalks the palace halls, looking for the dead to speak to and soothe. Those that cannot move on come to him.However, mummification does not quite pay well. A little too late to become a priest, gift overlooked for madness, Ryo has taken to a more interesting side hobby... black market organ selling. Sometimes he needs the parts for rituals, sometimes he just needs the money. Never something he does with his own hands.As of late, there has been an uptick of unfamiliar spirits. Screaming and crying, begging for vengeance and salvation. Fire, they cry. Fire for gold and magic. Seven items, one hundred souls, the gateway to the devil. They come in the night, leave in the morning, and whispers follow of a red-robed criminal. A graverobber looking for royal blood.Could these be connected?
ashes of the white mage.
| position DEATH cleric. | age 18.
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