[open] day and night

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ June 2022 Event: Summer Begins
Content Warnings ⬤ horror, mental illness, torture, abuse (physical/emotional), trauma, depression, grooming/manipulation, violence. check individual subject lines for more content warnings.






Prompts in comments, wildcard me with anything else you want. You can catch me in the discord or DM me at itsabee#1072.

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Feel free to double up prompts, I will tag you however many times you want.

open prompts ☀️ what the hell are you wearing? ☀️ [resting on] doctor's orders ☀️ [goromi] wet t-shirts ☀️ bonfire 🌙 separation 🌙 the broken lake 🌙 haunt joins the party 🌙 your house is on fire ⭐ wildcard

majima 🎶
goromi 🎶

svarte greiner - knive 🎶

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[open] ☀️ what the hell are you wearing?

[no_kyouken]

[ The speedo thing is definitely not his look, he definitely hates it. The absolute first order of business out on the sand is covering most of the ugly thing with a quickly knotted wrap. There, fuck, some of his decency can be retained.

Not for very long though. He goes to find Gojyo to help with his barbecue project and ends up shuffled into a very crass apron. Gee thanks, he hates it.

Majima is doing his best to ignore all of this, but by all means have a laugh. His good eye narrows slightly, ]

Really?

[bratherine]

( There is so much happening here.

So. So much.

Yes, Kate is biting back a laugh when she sees Majima, clad in at least three different layers of disaster, her lips twitching upwards as she approaches.

(Luckily, sans any water gun right now. At least you get a half-reprieve, Majima.) )

Nowt for vegetarians?

( It sounds like a dig, given that she's stifling laughter as she asks, but she does mean it. )

[closed] ☀️ emily

[no_kyouken]

[ Chijoku had said something about the heat that Majima had not quite understood. It wasn't until the combined heat of the barbecue pit and the sun really started to scramble his brain that he went 'ah'. Too late. He doesn't even have a chance to do anything about it before his eyes have just rolled back and he drops. Gojyo and Bishop at least stop him from also burning himself on something while someone gets the doctor. ]

[medicative]

[someone had told her he'd collapsed, and she'd completely abandoned whatever she was doing. rushing to his side, she cursed that she didn't have her medical kit on her, but one look at him told her it was unnecessary. instead, what was needed were people to help move him to the shade, ice, water, and something to rehydrate him.

honestly, it hadn't occurred to her, but it makes sense when she thinks about it. so it is that she's working to cool him off - cloth soaked in cold water around his neck and his forehead, and ice touched to his wrists. also, someone was kind enough to supply a small hand fan, and she uses that too.

too much sun for a snake. no wonder he overheated.]

[open] ☀️ doctor's orders

[no_kyouken]

[ That's enough sun for him for the day. He has been posted up under someone's enormous umbrella on a towel with strict orders to keep cool and to keep drinking the watered down sports drink that's been pushed him. Honestly, he feels like such shit even a cigarette doesn't sound good right now. He will smile limply for visitors though. He's definitely full of Shuten vitality today, huh? ]

Hey.

[starshepard]

[ Azem's been enjoying the day. She's been all over the place, experiencing anything and everything she can as it's all new to her. Even with all her seemingly boundless energy, she needs a break.

She settles down next to Majima with a lazy smile. ]

Hey. Tire yourself out already, hmm?

[open][goromi] ☀️ wet t-shirts

[no_kyouken]

[ A few customers from the hostess club recognize him; the tattoo is too distinct to miss. He doesn't mind flicking into a light version of her personality to say hello. It's their suggestion to go over to the contest. If there's one activity an overheated snake is probably ready for: it's dumping water over itself. So Majima just smiles wearily for a moment before hefting himself up to amble slowly over to the stage.

He takes the shirt as it's offered to him, knotting it up to the side of his ribs to pull the fabric tighter onto his frame before his turn comes up. He takes his hair down, combing out its wind-swept tangles with his fingers and then giving is a brief ruffle. By the time he stepped up onto the stage, he's settled into her mannerisms, smiling with satisfied confidence and posing left and right with her tail flicking.

She laughs cheerfully and invites on the water, tilting her head up and luxuriating under the cold splash. The colors of her tattoos and the cut shape of her body wells up under the white fabric as it settles into her skin. She blows a few kisses to the crowd, sways around in a circle of poses and then wiggles her fingers goodbye as her turn concludes.

The judges are almost speechless, and the unofficial Goromi fan club gives happy cheers. ]

[open] ☀️ bonfire

[no_kyouken]

[ Once the heat of the sun is off, he is given a little more free rein to come mingle again. He's not to drink too much, but he will settle down with a bottle of uwabami approved sake to watch the night sky and the bonfire. He's never really been anywhere where he could admire the stars, always in the most light-polluted spaces of Tokyo or Osaka. It's nice.

It really does feel good to be true though. He tries not to dwell on it, but sometimes he drifts off into it anyway. He blinks back, turning his head slightly to pay attention again, ]

Sorry, what was that?

[himbosupreme]

[As much as Cain too wanted to indulge in his free drinks, he knew he had to stay sobert enough to be on duty in case it came up. His lifeguard shift was over, but well....he hadn't realized how few of the Enma could actually swim.

Still, he was suprised when he heard a voice speak from the nice spot on the beach. He'd asked out of courtesy since he didn't want to bother anyone, but it seems someone was already here, a voice he didn't recognize.]

Oh! Uh, sorry. I was just asking if anyone was there. You mind if I sit down too?

[open] 🌙 separation 🌙 cw: horror

[no_kyouken]

[ The rain is familiar to him; the way that it hits on him hot, the way it slides on his skin, the unmistakeable smell. He holds out a hand, palm up, and turns his face back to gaze upwards. His good eye closes for a moment and he remembers: the streets of Hakagemachi had become a red slurry of meat. He had found pieces of Lee, Makoto, Nishitani in the piles: a coat, a wristwatch, a knife. It was Makoto's watch he'd taken, but he doesn't remember where it is now. Lost somewhere under the lake, if it was ever real at all.

The same familiar electric prickling begins to fill his body as the rain soaks in him. It is an endless, haunted buzzing. It is like being descended on by a great, dark weight. Cursed energy crushing him, cursed energy sending his mind spiraling. He can feel the way vibrations are rattling the places inside of him that are already fragile and cracked. Static screams in the back of his mind.

He doesn't know how long he was standing there like that. He opens his good eye again to the sounds of snarling and voices yelling. He turns his head to look for the others and maybe he catches them in the peripheral, maybe it was just a shadow. He follows after curiously, glancing around for any other signs but is only greeted with the open eyes and mouths of the Haniwa. Strange sounds bounce and echo all around him without any particular source or cause beyond to disorient.

The first figure he finds peers out at him from behind a utility pole, a head tilted out and a hand curled around the column. It makes garbled barking noises like an animal, mouth unmoving. It isn't that Majima wants to follow this thing, but that is what his body does all the same. He approaches along the sidewalk, coming close enough to see the uncanny figure; its pale skin, the perfect black of its clothes, the eerie symmetry of its two eyes. There is a small beauty mark under the left. Majima studies its simple features silently.

It peels itself away from the utility pole, glancing back to assure he is following, and then it leads him away out into the dark ]

[open] 🌙 the broken lake 🌙 cw: horror, mental illness, trauma, etc

[no_kyouken]

[ The pond is shallow, decorative. It shines like glass in the blackness, as perfect as a mirror. Majima stands at the edge of the water, gazing down into the reflection. There is nothing below him at all; just a black, glassy void.

Instead there are others. In rows and rings, any number of pale faces stare back up at him. Some of them have two eyes, many of them have only one. Sometimes covered in black, sometimes jagged and smashed open with nothing but electrical static underneath. Majima keeps his hands in his pockets, shoulders stooped. He taps the toe of his shoe a little deeper into the water, watchings pale rings extend outwards, causing ripples into the assemblage of watchers.

He looks up when he hears someone coming in behind him. The many other faces look as well, chins lifting, heads turning and tilting. There is a strange, chittering noise of interest coming from the water. ]

Don't think ya wanna be here, right now.

[ Majima's affect is dull and, once seeing who it is, he looks away again wearily. ]

[kaientai]

Maybe not, but I have a feeling I won't have much of a choice.

[ ryouma sounds as tired as he looks. it's still early yet, so he's not too bad off, but it's enough that the effect all of this is having on him is starting to show. he looks unwell. keep pouring all this cursed energy on a guy made of magic and this is what you get. still, he feels like he has a job to do which is why he's out here. or out there. ryouma isn't exactly sure where he is right now... ]

In any case, these things are usually worse on your own.

[sharpestsword]

[ The oppressive atmosphere makes her close in on herself. The only comforting thing to be seen is him. But seeing him like this, that's a pain she hasn't known before. There's nothing here she can just shoot and make the problem go away for him. So what use is she. She's not sure there's even anywhere else they can go but she has to try, reaching out as she approaches. The stability of touching another person is as much for herself as it is for him. All she needs is a glance at that lake to know she doesn't want to see more. ]

I don't like this. We're leaving.

[open] 🌙 haunt joins the party 🌙 cw: horror

[no_kyouken]

[ He is barely gone for a moment and then it returns. It slides itself in among the people. It feigns care and it fakes concern, wrangling panicking Souls on the roads back to their homes. It handles itself well. It does not lose its nerve under the mad rain. It smiles reassuringly.

It is alike to Majima, but not quite. It lacks his humanity, all that grounds him and makes him real. More objectively, it lacks his snake and all the gravity such a possession might imply. It is an empty thing with Majima's face and it keeps its head carefully down to avoid unwanted scrutiny.

It is not ready to reveal itself. Not yet. ]

[closed] 🌙 haunted 🌙 cw: horror, mh, trauma, torture, etc

[no_kyouken]

[ There was no one standing there when last you looked but now that you have recognized it is him, you do not think it is so strange for him to be there. He is often around, in and out of your days. Leaning back with his hands in his pockets is a normal, restive pose for him. So why does it cause you now to turn and look? Why do your motions suddenly feel slow and underwater as all sound in the room suddenly drops away to be replaced with a sharpened ringing?

It smiles faintly to itself, flicking its black eye up in acknowledgement. ]

[[ haunted people: pick where you are so... i know... in case i want to use those setting pieces.... ]]

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō squats in an alley near one of the bars one or both of them is typically at. It's a quiet place for a smoke. He hasn't been back home since shit hit the fan for one reason or another and hasn't been responding to calls or messages...Maybe Majima came looking for him.

Something feels wrong, though -- very wrong. He just ignores that feeling for now. ]

...What's up? Ya tryin' t' drag me back home or somethin'?

[ Proceed as normal until proven otherwise. ]

[killtime]

[ It feels like days since she's been back at the little shithole apartment she's been calling home. Rest is a luxury that few of the Lost Souls can afford since the day the blood rain started. But she needs a change of clothes, and maybe a moment to herself to just — be tired, even if she can't admit that out loud. It's a relief just to put on something fresh. Washing her face in the bathroom sink lets her feel just slightly more human.

When she comes out, the thing that looks like Majima is there. For a split second, something doesn't feel quite right — but then, it's not as if he hasn't been in the apartment before. And they see each other often enough, tangled as their lives are. So the moment passes. She lets it, despite that fleeting feeling — a warning forgotten. It's unlike her, and yet... ]

You could've fucking knocked.

[ A little murmur, as she comes to the kitchen counter to light a cigarette. Picking up her pack, she taps one out for "Majima" first and offers it to him — a habit now. ]

[medicative]

[she's on the street, walking home - it's been some long hours at the clinic, so that might be why she missed him at first look. but then he is there, and on reflex she brightens.]

Majima-

[except the world is wrong, and what was joy is sapped away into confusion, fear. something's gone strange - not again, she has to fight it - but her hands are too slow, restricted. it feels like wire tugging her wrists back from being able to give herself a cure.

it's all falling apart.]

[pitfight]

[ Days-- working, sleeping, fucking, drinking. Nishitani is a busy man, he's up with the sun, and out the door once he's eaten with Andy and eaten Andy, too. Suits, blood, money; Nishitani is a talented business man, as well as yakuza. Sex sells-- even the strange sex Nishitani especially enjoys. ]

[ He turns around after such a shift, into water. The noises of the Celestial peel away, the pit boss' face fading into the distance, before gone. ]

[ It's Majima, everything usually fades out when Nishitani sees Majima. Everything else is strange, and a creature of instinct, Nishitani is immediately on edge. ]

[closed] 🌙 lio 🌙 cw: horror

[no_kyouken]

[ It isn't him. It moves and it makes empty gestures without letting itself be lured into any overt faux pas, but it is blank. It is not writ with his life, it does not bear his burdens. Even the snake is nowhere to be found.

It is not him and sometimes its private smiles acknowledge as much. ]

[ganashara]

[ At first, he could dismiss a lot of the... "off" feeling Majima was giving him by the nature of the crisis they were in. Lio, after all, had felt that Frenzy, what it had done to him, the all too real seeming illusions of himself ashing away and the panic that had set in. People were, for the most part, not in the best headspace, even if they weren't plunged into the worst of it.

But it was sustained and persistent in a way that became increasingly difficult to dismiss or ignore. He moved through the motions of "Majima", but there was a notable absence behind his eye. Majima, at the worse Lio had seen him, still had the eyes of an animal there, be it himself or the snake.

This... didn't have anything. No light to speak of. Just... nothing.

They were together on patrol, scouting for more people in need of help, when Lio decided to go off route, breaking from where they'd been told to go, just... testing to see how "Majima" would react. ]

[open] 🌙 your house is on fire 🌙 cw: horror

[no_kyouken]

[ A parting gift to Majima and all those with the misfortune to be tied to him. It douses the interior of its host's shabby little apartment down with gasoline. The reeking scent soaked up by furniture and clothes before they are summarily lit. The haunt smiles to itself, entirely unaffected by the sudden rush of heat. Dusting off its hands, it leaves their front door open as it descends cheerfully down the stairs. It is whistling to itself, something eerie and off tune.

Flames rush up behind it, smoke pouring out the open door and quickly filling the area.

It lingers there to watch for a little while, leaned back into the brickwork of a building across the street with cold amusement twisting its features. ]

[closed] 🌙 azem & emily 🌙 cw: horror

[no_kyouken]

[ The haunts, in the end, had tried to lead him to the river to drown. Chijoku has had no luck in pushing his way into taking control of Majima's body, the haunts have ensnared his flesh thoroughly. In the water though, the uwabami has other powers to work with. He lets Majima sink just enough to see the haunts on their way, and then uses the waters of the Sanzu to push their body back to shore. That is as far as they make it and Chijoku instead uses the rest of his tricks to keep Majima from dying of cold while they wait. The mud on the banks helps, a little. Majima's body sinks down in to it as the waves recede, and the mud is pushed up higher around him when the waves return.

That is how Azem will find him on the banks of the river, pale white scales and muddied hair sticking out along the shoreline. He looks pale enough to be dead, but he's still breathing. ]

[starshepard]

[ Since all of this began, Azem has been doing what they can to help out. Ever one to put others before themself they've done what they can to block out their own nightmares while going about locating people that have wandered off. Her goal has been simple, find those that are lost or injured and get them somewhere safe.

For someone without the ability to see the soul they certainly have a knack for locating the lost.

When they finally do locate Majima their chest tightens in worry. They do their best not to show it as they haul the taller man's cold form from the mud. ]

Of all the places...

[closed] 🌙 andy

[no_kyouken]

[ He has been asleep for the past several days since they found him. Despite the summer heat, he's curled up in the clinic's bed like he's never been colder. Apparently a week in the river sustained on nothing but the reserves of his yokai was a bit much for both man and yokai. Notably, however, he is not dead. He is breathing, he kicks, he shifts. If they all just need a wait a little while for him to recollect some strength, that seems like a fair trade.

It takes two full days of sleeping before he finally grumbles back to consciousness, rolling around and shuffling under the heavy blankets before he manages to fight his way out of them. He does not immediately realize where he is, but there's Andy.

He blinks at her for a moment. Someone, probably Emily, has made sure to cover his bad eye with a soft medical white medical patch. Any clean black ones he'd had lying around clearly burned up with the rest of that apartment, so that will have to do. ]

Hey.

[ His voice is scratchy and dry from disuse, and he sounds like he is still more drowsy than not. ]

[killtime]

[ Andy's been keeping vigil since they brought him from the river. The mortal flesh tires, but the will of the woman is still as good as immortal, and she's been keeping Majima's unconscious body company in a folding chair beside his bed, sustained by the contents of an overflowing ashtray and several cups of black coffee. It's the least she can do. The others are tired, too. They've been through enough. She can watch over him. Give the rest peace of mind.

Despite the dark bags under her eyes from two days of little to no sleep, she's turning towards him the moment she hears that single, strained syllable, as if she's been waiting for nothing but that. ]

...Hey. [ It's quiet, weary, and underneath that, maybe subtly relieved. ] Took you fucking long enough. Was starting to wonder if you were still in there.

[open] ⭐ wildcard

[no_kyouken]

Literally anything else.