#❛⠀₊˚ ☾ ?⠀ verse : non fandom ⠀❜ ⠀ꜜ ⠀.

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 ( accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@finstcrnis spoke ; 😘 from michele !!

· · ·  𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀  𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ,    a  kiss  placed  on  the  plush  ,    pallid  skin  of  his  knuckles.    his  elbow  had  initially  been  resting  on  the  polished  wood  of  the  bar  ,    his  hand  limp  and  pointed  in  the  direction  of  his  face  out  of  comfort  as  he  spoke.    most  of  the  night  had  been  filled  with  coy  flirting  ,    empty  innuendos  that  OUYE  was  prone  to  mentioning  when  he  was  inebriated  in  any  way  ,    shape  ,    or  form  ,    but  little  did  he  expect  any  form  of  reciprocation  from  MICHELE  ,    especially  in  the  form  of  a  kiss.    he  immediately  paused  his  order  of  another  drink  ,    his  words  sticking  to  his  throat  like  thick  honey.

· · ·  ❛    I—    ❜    HAD  HE  PROCESSED  THAT  RIGHT  ?    ❛    i'm  sorry—    what  did  you  just  .  .  .    ❜    words  seemed  to  fail  him  almost  as  much  as  his  obviously  blushing  face.    touch  remained  foreign  to  him.    surely  it  was  accidental  ?    he  misunderstood  ,    right  ?    his  drunk  brain  must  have  been  playing  tricks  on  him.

[ouchiis]

@ofrozsa | cont.

· · ·  LEAVING  THE  HOUSE  MEANT  DEATH.    OUYE  KNEW  AS  MUCH.    SUCH  IS  THE  LIFE  OF  A  HERMIT. · · ·  AND  YET  ,    he  foolishly  suppressed  his  intuition  ,    the  vile  that  burned  in  the  back  of  his  throat.    he  asked  the  cards  about  the  outcome  of  stepping  outside  in  hopes  of  some  form  of  affirmation  ,    some  motivation  to  abandon  the  comfort  of  his  room—    '  the  tower  ,  '    they  mocked  him  with  ,    the  most  tragic  card  of  the  deck.    however  ,    despite  the  qualms  churning  in  his  stomach  ,    OUYE  managed  to  pry  himself  out  of  the  solace  of  his  bed  and  on  to  the  streets  of  a  nearby  marketplace.    the  chattering  of  locals  flooded  his  ears  like  the  cacophony  of  a  bee's  nest  ,    and  each  time  a  stranger  bumped  into  him  ,    his  entire  body  flinched  and  froze  as  he  prayed  for  them  to  ignore  him.    this  was  necessary.    he  needed  to  get  out  of  the  house.    he  can't  stay  cooped  up  forever.

· · ·  OUYE  DESPERATELY  AVOIDED  THE  GROUPS  OF  STRANGERS  like  the  plague  ,    merely  sticking  to  the  sides  in  hopes  of  finding  something  good  to  eat  -  he  was  immortal  ,    sure  ,    but  starvation  wasn't  the  most  pleasant  thing  to  experience  -  and  retreating  back  home  for  the  day  and  probably  the  next  several  months.    however  ,    as  OUYE  turned  a  heel  to  scan  the  stands  around  him ,    ignorant  of  the  commotion  ahead  ,    a  shadow  darted  near  his  blinded  side  with  enough  force  to  cause  him  to  stumble  backwards  and  nearly  collapse.    his  body  instinctively  reached  backwards  to  catch  himself  with  his  hands  ,    yet  instead  of  making  impact  with  the  harsh  asphalt  below  ,    his  back  instead  fell  into  a  softer  ,    warmer  embrace  ,    causing  the  breath  to  escape  his  lungs.    before  sobering  ,    his  mind  immediately  began  racing  ,    figuring  he'd  accidentally  bumped  into  another  person  and  needed  to  come  up  with  a  flurry  of  apologies.    instead  ,  however  ,  his  eyes  eye  darted  upwards  ,    focusing  its  gaze  on  BAEK  as  he  snarled.

· · ·  OUYE  REMAINED  IN  HIS  GRASP  ,    PARALYSED  ,    unable  to  speak  even  after  processing  his  questions.    after  a  few  silent  seconds  ,    like  FRANKENSTEIN's  monster  coming  to  life  ,    he  finally  jolted  awake  as  if  finally  realising  his  surroundings.    he  placed  his  hands  on  BAEK's  chest  with  a  small  apology  as  he  used  the  other  to  fully  stand  up  again  ,    removing  his  touch  as  soon  as  he  felt  stable.    he  brushed  off    (    likely  imaginary    )    grime  and  dust  from  the  hem  of  his  button  -  up  shirt  ,    his  eyes  eye  darting  everywhere  it  could. · · ·  ❛  I  ,    UHM  .  .  .    I  DON'T—    I'M  SORRY  ,  ❜    he  immediately  gave  a  shallow  bow  in  apology.    ❛  i  don't  .  .  .  i  don't  think  i  was  injured  ,    no.    i'm  sorry—    i  promise  i'll  be  fine.  ❜    he  began  to  wiggle  around  his  fingers  and  glance  down  at  his  body  as  if  to  make  sure  the  thief  didn't  actually  injure  him.    his  body  froze  after  scrambling  for  a  few  seconds  ,    his  eyes  eye  darting  back  up  towards  BAEK  as  he  straightened  himself  half  -  heartedly  in  front  of  him. · · ·  ❛  THANK  YOU  FOR  CATCHING  ME  .  .  .    such  temerity  ,  ❜    he  muttered  the  last  part  to  pass  a  comment  at  the  now  runaway  thief.    ❛  i  promise  i  would  have  been  okay  if  you  just  ignored  me  and  went  after  him  .  .  .    i  didn't  mean  to  get  in  your  way.    i  apologise.  ❜

[ouchiis]

cw ;     suggestive ,  ns/ft.

⇢   ❛⠀✦    I THINK  OUYE's  sexual  preferences  and  sexuality  as  a  whole  is  relatively  interesting  to  explore  and  elaborate  on.  given  he  was  raised  in  a  rather  conservative  (  as  in  modest  and  chaste  )  household  ,  the  only  reason  why  OUYE  even  really  knows  what  sex  is  is  because  he's  heard  about  it  occasionally  and  read  about  it  in  books.  he's  always  been  too  ashamed  to  try  to  experiment  with  things  ,  and  he's  too  introverted  to  go  seeking  out  any  sort  of  sexual  relationship  by  himself  (  though  he  definitely  wouldn't  be  opposed  to  one  ).  and  given  he's  roughly  a  hundred  years  old  in  his  canon  verse  (  give  or  take  )  .  .  .  that's  a  ton  of  repressed  sexuality. this  man  is  probably  more  repressed  than  a  medieval  monk. ⇢   ❛⠀☾    DESPITE  this  ,  OUYE absolutely  has  the  sex  drive  of  a  goddamn  dog.  while  they  definitely  suppress  their  urges  -  mostly  out  of  shame  or  modesty  -  i  could  realistically  see  them  sleeping  with  their  partner  at  least  every  other  day  in  order  to  be  fully  satisfied  (  with  their  minimum  probably  being  once  every  week  or  maybe  once  every  two  weeks  if  you're  pushing  it  ).  however  ,  on  their  own  ,  they  tend  to  '  put  off  '  actual  acts  of  masturbation  until  it  becomes  too  distracting  to  function  ,  often  leading  to  longer  sessions  due  to  pent  -  up  frustrations.  they  also  don't  experience  sexual  attraction  often  ,  though  their  libido  is  completely  separate  from  how  they  view  others.  (  however  ,  part  of  their sexual  attraction  is  also  due  to  the  fact  that  they're  so  repressed  that  they  don't  know  how  to  healthily  process  being  sexually  attracted  to  someone  without  shaming  themself  for  it.  ) ⇢   ❛⠀✩    HOWEVER  ,  in  regards  to  his  actual  position  ,  i  think  the  first  time  he's  ever  with  a  partner  ,  he  probably  needs  to  bottom.  i  think  bottoming  would  scare  him  initially  at  first  ,  but  his  fear  of  topping  definitely  trumps  that.  there's  so  much  effort  on  his  part  if  he  does  that.  he  doesn't  know  how  to  move  his  hips  at  all  -  he's  only  used  his  hand  to  go  up  and  down  !  how  does  he  properly  thrust  into  it  ?!  even  after  that  ,  i  still  would  say  OUYE  is  primarily  a  bottom  ,  he  just  could  top  if  the  situation  really  called  for  it  (  observational  learning  skills  ig  ).  however  ,  i  will  say  OUYE  absolutely  would  power  bottom  ,  and  i  believe  he  has  some  hidden  sadistic  tendencies  himself  ,  as  well  as  masochistic. ⇢   ❛⠀♡    THIS  entire  ramble  was  sparked  by  the  idea  that  ,  because  they  spend  all  of  their  time  indoors  ,  they  have  a  lot  of  time  on  their  hands.  OUYE  once  spent  this  time  learning  how  to  tie  knots  with  their  tongue  using  cherry  stems.  you're  welcome  for  this  knowledge.

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 ( always accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@chronosbled spoke ; "Woah, careful now!" His voice comes forth rather quickly as a firm arm is wrapped around the other's waist, sparing him a rather painful tumble down the nearby flight of stairs (this is what happens when people don't pay attention), unlike like the suitcase he had dropped in order to grab the other — luckily nothing of fragile importance was in said suitcase, just documents. Fingers pressed gently into the fabric of the other's shirt meanwhile his other hand had gripped onto the very corner of the wall he had been rounding, veins visibly protruding through the skin due to just how hard he was hanging on — hopefully no one would notice the claw marks against the paint caused by his fingernails. "That would have been a dangerous fall for you," once the concern in his voice dies down, his tone drops back down into it's usual low pitch, "but luckily I was able to grab hold of you before anything happened." There's a rather charming smile placed upon his features as he carefully pulls the other back onto the top landing of the staircase, hand still placed around a rather small waist. Since he was here, he may as well see if there was anything he needed. "Do you need help with anything? Like maybe heading down the stairs in a safer fashion~?" { From Dickson with love. }

· · ·  𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐍  𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇  ,    𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐄'𝐒  𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃.    preoccupied  by  the  daydreams  and  plights  swarming  his  head  like  wasps  ,    OUYE  often  failed  to  acknolwedge  his  surroundings  ,    causing  unwanted  tripping  at  best  or  hospital  -  inducing  injuries  at  worst.    the  tips  of  his  dress  shoes  hovered  too  close  to  the  cold  tiling  below  ,    causing  him  to  skid  and  nearly  plummet  down  a  flight  of  stairs  head  -  first.    for  the  brief  period  of  time  he  fell  through  the  air  ,    he  felt  his  heart  stop  and  his  stomach  shrivel  and  churn  with  the  uneasiness  of  danger  ,    yet  he  failed  to  properly  react  ,    instead  ragdolling  similarly  to  a  cat  or  an  oppossum  faking  death.    he  stumbled  backwards  as  the  other's  hands  grasped  the  cloth  of  his  shirt  to  pull  him  back  ,    finding  his  head  pressed  for  a  period  of  time  against  his  chest  ,    serving  as  a  barrier  ,    before  his  waist  was  grasped  instead.    his  mind  remained  stagnant  for  a  second  later  as  he  finally  remembered  to  breathe  ,    turning  around  to  face  DICKSON  directly.

· · ·  ❛    I—    THANK  YOU  ,    ❜    despite still being in shock , he  immediately  bowed  in  gratitude  ,    a  softly  balled  fist  placed  against  his  chest.    ❛    i'm  sorry—    i  should  have  been  more  careful.    i'm  sure  the  fall  wouldn't  have  hurt  me  too  much  ,    i've  unfortunately  been  faced  with  worse  .  .  .    ah—    please  don't  take  that  as  me  being  ungrateful  !    ❜    still  a  bundle  of  nerves  ,    he  bowed  again  ,    this  time  in  apology  for  his  perceived  rudeness.    however  ,    out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  ,    he  spotted  DICKSON's  suitcase  ,    causing  him  to  pause. · · ·  ❛    ARE  YOU  HEADING  SOMEWHERE  ?    i  can  carry  your  luggage  for  you  as  payment  ,    ❜    he  offered.

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲 - 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 ( always accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@hedevil-ism spoke ;     ❝ how long has it been since you've had a little fun , ouye ? ❞

· · ·  ❛  .  .  .  I  KNOW  SUCH  A  REQUEST  APPEARS  TRIVIAL  AND  BORING  ,    but  i  truly  don't  need  more  than  a  sedentary  life  to  get  by.  ❜    how  long  has  it  been  ,    exactly  ?    the  exact  amount  of  years  remained  as  a  guessing  game.    perhaps  only  ten.    or  fifty.    eighty.    one  hundred.    since  he  escaped  the  womb.    never.    or  perhaps  last  night  ,    tucked  in  the  corner  of  his  bedroom  ,    shielded  by  the  nostalgic  dust  of  books  of  eons  long  before  him  ,    their  tattered  sepia  pages  serving  as  a  solace  far  stronger  than  the  roof  above  his  head.    such  a  craft  was  subjective. · · ·  ❛  I  NEVER  FOUND  HOME  in  the  chaos  .  .  .    my  brother  ,    on  the  other  hand  ,    adores  it.    i  suppose  between  our  faces  ,    that  aspect  is  the  one  he  inherited  instead  ,  ❜    OUYE  muttered  ,    his  face  pointed  downwards  to  the  ground  below.    ❛  where  others  find  entertainment  ,    all  i  find  is  a  bitter  sense  of  fear  .  .  .    i  know  people  seek  out  the  adrenaline  for  the  rush  it  brings  ,    but  all  it  seems  to  grant  me  is  a  curse  throughout  my  veins.    i  prefer  the  familiarity  of  my  own  home  .  .  .    if  i  must  live  in  eternity  ,    i'd  at  least  prefer  for  that  eternity  to  be  simple.    perhaps  not  relaxing  ,    but  .  .  .    at  the  very  least  ,    safe.  ❜    the  prospect  of  wasting  away  the  rest  of  the  universe  to  merely  rot  in  bed  seemed  dull  and  depressing.    and  yet  ,    he'd  come  to  terms  with  such  tragedy  ,    perhaps  even  embraced  it;    he  was  never  one  to  challenge  fate  ,    after  all.

· · ·  ❛  —  .  .  .    YOU  WOULDN'T  BE  PLANNING  ANYTHING  with  that  question  ,    would  you  .  .  .  ?  ❜

[ouchiis]

ouye is overly cautious about getting hurt because he's a paranoid person in general, but i believe it's primarily fueled by the fact that he doesn't want his brother to feel pain as well. they quite literally have the same soul, which makes their pain intrinsically linked. ouye avoids trying to get hurt not because he has a sense of self - preservation , but because he wouldn't want to put his brother through any sort of pain.

[ouchiis]

i've definitely been considering giving OUYE children in his main verse. he doesn't live with them currently, no, but he's taken in some children, mainly ones seeking asylum from a poor household or just unfortunate circumstances in general (especially during the mid 1900s). as a man who was born in a less - than - desirable homelife himself, he's extremely sympathetic to children in a similar situation he was in. a few children were raised together, but given he's been alive for over a hundred years, some never even got to meet each other. most, if not all, are dead now, and he plants a new bed of flowers whenever one of his "children" pass. given i've meddled in a "second generation" concept before, i'll likely just use the same children for his main verse. i plan on probably making a more comprehensive post of the children OUYE's raised, but KASEYA was the first child OUYE adopted (and was raised alongside his second child, HINATA) while his last one was a girl named TSUYU.

[ouchiis]

₊ ⠀ ✧ ⠀ ❛    ⠀𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓮 ( accepting ! )    ⠀❜

@farspirits inquired ;     [ 🧜‍♂️ ] is there anyone that isn’t part of your muse’s blood family that they consider family? what is their relationship with that person or those people like?

⇢   ❛⠀✦    OUYE'S  relationship  with  his  family  is  negative  to  begin  with.  two  older  brothers  he  never  got  to  meet  ,  a  mother  cursed  with  bearing  a  baby  she  never  wanted  nor  tried  to  get  ,  a  '  father  '  hastily  rushed  into  a  marriage  to  preserve  her  image  ,  a  twin  brother  who  holds  half  of  his  soul  .  .  .  OUYE  doesn't  know  what  a  functional  family  is.   ⇢   ❛⠀☾    BEING  an  introvert  and  a  hermit  ,  OUYE  doesn't  socialise  with  others  ,  either.  not  voluntarily  ,  anyway.  friends  in the past came  and  went  ,  of  course  ,  but  nothing  impactful  or  permanent.  they  don't  mind  the  isolation.  they  don't  mind  nearly  shaking  when  someone  calls  out  their  name because of the intimacy  ,  no.  they  don't  mind  the  tears  of  longing  when  they  read  a  book  late  at  night  ,  praying. that's normal. they're just a bit of a crybaby.  it's  fine. ⇢   ❛⠀✩    OUYE  finds  his  family  with  the  different  plants  in  his  garden  and  the  occasional  stray  he  finds  washed  up  at  his  doorstep.  whenever  he  feels  the  need  to  talk  to  someone  ,  he'll  speak  to  his  plants  while  watering  them  even  if  they  can't  speak  back.  he  also  makes  small  talk  with  any  pets  he  keeps  around  ,  either  temporarily  or  permanently  ,  and  just  hearing  them  chatter  in  response  makes  him  feel  a  little  warmer.  he  enjoys  the  silence  ,  but  it  grows  deafening  so  fast. ⇢   ❛⠀♡    .  .  .  HAVING  someone  to  call  family  is  a  privilege  they  wish  they  had  from  time  to  time  ,  though.

[ouchiis]

· · ·   click. click.

· · ·   furrowed eyebrows and sweaty , shaky hands. a few small , yet frustrated grunts later , ouye lit the stick of eucalyptus - scented incense , earning a soft , relieved sigh from his lips. the small corner shop of his fortune - telling business had grown far too dusty from his temporary bout of neglect , partially fueled by his natural hermit - like nature. he only forced himself out of recluse to admittedly just pay the bills.  and yet , business still remained as stagnant as—

· · ·   . . . the chime of a silver bell. the door opened , letting in fresh air. it would seem as though he was mistaken.

· · ·   he hesitantly glanced at the door at the other coming in before focusing back to the newly lit stick of incense , awkwardly clearing his throat.

· · ·   ❛ . . . there's meaning in the drag of a cigarette , ❜ ouye spoke up , pausing as he fully stood up straight before he added , ❛ . . . though , in this case , i suppose i'm referring to incense. ❜ he took one calculated step back , as if admiring his work.

· · ·   ❛ . . . do you see how thin the smoke is? ❜ he asked in a hushed tone. standing himself on his toes— for no apparent reason other than to make himself appear less timid— ouye lifted his hand over the incense , allowing the smoke to rise onto his fingertips. he batted it side to side , letting the smoke blow wildly with the motion of his hand. he planted his heels back on the ground.

· · ·   ❛ usually , the tighter the line of smoke is , the more compact the energy around you is. it's slender and lithe . . . and yet , despite the thinness , it's still jagged and bent. something must be plaguing the air . . . ❜ he hesitantly hovered his hand over his mouth.

· · ·   ❛ . . . please , excuse my ramblings. is there anything i can help you with ? ❜