h a u n ✞ e d

“Ahaha... hah... I did it again didn’t I?”

[Ayyyy I’m back. Ish. Been mulling over this for a couple years and figured I’d might as well finally say something about it. 

My muse for Ryou has waned as I’ve realized he’s drifted super far into OC territory. As in, like, roughly 90% of his details are just my headcanons and if I just removed mentions of the Millennium Ring and tweaked his appearance...

... he’d be 100% my own and I’d be free to do whatever I want.

I’m not shutting down this blog or revamping it into this OC, just kinda giving whoever’s left a head’s up that I’ve made this guy, Youji, his own blog. It’s still heavily WIP and I know how tumblr frowns on OCs in general, but why not lol. The worst that can happen is I get screamed at by an anon, right?

“It’s obvious, really.”

Oops! First Interactions meme (open!)

Ryou himself wasn’t paying much mind to where he was headed, and honestly he didn’t think of it as much of a problem--he’d been to Kame Game countless times before and could probably make the walk blindfolded by that point. And besides, he was just so engrossed in his latest Monster Manual that he couldn’t just--

THUMP

--Rest in pieces, nerd.

The book tumbled out of the weak grasp of his left hand as he was knocked back by the opening door, and his windmilling in response only served to cause him to over-correct and instead bumble right into whatever poor soul had been trying to exit the shop. Apologies spilled out of him reflexively upon contact, and only paused briefly when he realized who it was.

“Yugi-kun! Ah, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

[ so uh, apparently tumblr’s decided to delete asks i’m replying to instead of, you know, actually publishing them so i guess until that’s sorted out things are gonna have to be done the old fashioned way like when we couldn’t reblog asks. 

Make Your Muse!

i tried

tagged by: @dicedumpling

There was a soft, “Mmhm~,” of agreement, but Otogi didn’t speak up right away. He was more than happy with the food choice. First, however, he found himself a good place on Ryou’s neck to suck on. The other had offered it up, after all! After a happy little nibble, he nuzzled into his boyfriend’s shoulder; reaching down awkwardly between them to pull out his phone. 

“Chinese sounds perfect,” he cooed, already starting to make an order online. “Movie wise.. how do you feel about Killer Klowns from Outer Space?”

Something cheesey but still horror sounded perfect. He just really wanted to relax, and laughing at stupid alien clowns killing people for pretty much no reason seemed to be the perfect way to do so.

And cue a stifled gasp at the new sensation--offered or not, he still wasn’t quite used to that... not that he’d be complaining any time soon. Instead, his hands flexed of their own accord, squeezing at the back of Otogi’s neck again.

Followed wasn’t quite the right word–Ryou’s excitement had him tugging at Otogi’s wrist, arm, shirt, whatever he could reach as he all but vibrated his way to the waiting taxi. Once settled in, it took everything he had to keep himself from pinning his boyfriend to the back seat, as that sort of behavior was deeply frowned upon.

Oh yeah, he’s hooked.

“... Doesn’t sound familiar, honestly. The idea of stealing souls isn’t exactly my cup of tea, either.”

Okay, THAT earned a tiny laugh. Otogi couldn’t help but nuzzle into Ryou’s neck, giving a playful little bite.

“Adonis? Seriously? You tease.”

Like he was one to talk. Not that he was complaining, really. It was nice to know that his boyfriend still thought he was hot stuff.

“What should we order?” He asked, his own fingers rubbing circles on Ryou’s back. “Anything you want. I don’t really mind.”

He stiffened briefly at the contact, but quickly loosened up again, his head tilting to the side to give his boyfriend better access. Perfect indeed.

“How about Chinese?” Yes, he’s quite aware that it’s Otogi’s favorite--that’s the point. Had the man not been firmly attached to him at the moment, he might’ve attempted the cuisine himself. Perhaps another time~ 

“–!!”

The box was tucked under an arm as both hands went to grip his boyfriend’s wrist, pulling back while tugging him along, headed for the door.

“Mmn...~” His hands found their way to Mariku’s shoulders, fingers curling around them as he indulged in the man’s affections.

[ in case you’re wondering why the hell it’s taking me so long to reply to asks i know you’re not shhh i may have kinda sorta lost the majority of my reaction doodles outside of a handful i kept saved to my drafts, so i’ve been having to redo them on the fly between jobs 

In his eyes indeed.

He followed along easily, but when the other tried to pull his face up, there was a tiny bit of hesitation. When their eyes met, Otogi felt relief washing over him. Something in Ryou’s gaze just… made him feel better somehow. He gave the paler male a gentle little shove to get Ryou down on the couch before the dice master came soon after; straddling his hips and snuggling down into him. 

He’d said he’d wanted to get close, after all. There wasn’t much closer they could get without being intimate.

“Can we just.. order take-out and stay in tonight?” He asked softly. “Can watch some horror movies and you can show me your new bones you’ve dug up.”

He’d more-or-less anticipated the move enough to at least not injure himself upon landing, but not enough to keep in the surprised little gasp that accompanied it. Both arms snaked around the other’s back as soon he’d made himself comfortable, giving him a squeeze.