[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.






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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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[kaientai]

No kiddin'...

[ that's it. that's the tweet. mostly he's paying attention to what's going on here because this is just happening right now. ]

Well, in a manner of speaking, dealing with this sort of thing is part of my job. Besides, did you really expect me to just walk away?

[ given his love for his fellow men and all... he could never. ]

[no_kyouken]

Shoulda. Ya ain't gonna like it.

[ The stillness in the circle breaks. One lunges for Majima and another lunges for Ryouma. The one that comes for Ryouma has one of the uncovered and damaged faces, more skeletal than the others and wide-eyed with pain and fear. Its hand closes on his upper arm and it shares that feeling with him. The darkness. The loneliness. The guilt and grief. And so much blinding, unending pain.

The one that has Majima is one that wears long hair. It wrestles him down into the wet ground and grins coquettishly in his face; one of the Goromi's. Her touch shares something with him as well, although only Majima knows what precisely that feels like. ]

[kaientai]

[ one of these days ryouma will consider listening and then probably disregard the thought as usual.

he never learns.

it's hard to know if that voice is internal or not but it berates him for it all the same.

ryouma tries to call out again but he's silenced by the thing that grabs him, the foreign but not unfamiliar feelings stealing his voice away. it hurts and he's scared. what if he can't take it? it's not his emotions he's afraid of but a deeper, existential concern. it's actually just a paranoid fear, but right now it feels incredibly real. the "wound" in his spirit where oryou is missing feels like it's being torn apart as someone else's suffering overwhelms him.

whatever this place is it seems keen on drawing from ryouma as well and other things, other people start to drag themselves out of the water. ryouma knows they didn't drown but it disturbs him more to see it this way, people he loves like brothers twisted and distorted as corpses lost at sea often are by the trauma of their demise. ryouma might as well have drowned them himself casting them aside and abandoning them like he did, isn't that right?

of course izō is central to all this, that familiar guilt never far from his thoughts. he just stands by and watches coldly while ryouma loses his struggle against the thing dragging him to the ground. he has no idea what he'll do, but their history is more than enough to convince him that he deserves it. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He can't possibly be surprised to see Izo there. Izo told him all about Ryouma and there are things that Majima might have understood because when you have a shitty underclass life, things happen. What he couldn't forgive was the silence of it all: that he just left his people swinging in the wind without a word. He is angry with Ryouma and the copies of him show it as more of them reach in to drag him up.

Each set of hands is different, pushing and pulsing different emotions at Ryouma. The depressive desire to jump in the river. The manic self-loathing that wants to tear itself to pieces. The helpless vulnerability on the far side of the Hole. The grueling weight of being a pet, a puppet, a slave. The dulling, fracturing feeling as his soul became ground down, more and more willing to give up and submit.

It's a frenetic, screaming jumble of cracked pieces and hurt. Defiance and hope live in this hive but only in snatches. This is what Majima feels all the time, not in singularity but as this writhing cacophony. All the time.

They start trying to drag Ryouma to the water and the real Majima manages to push Goromi off of him with a knee to the gut and grabs Ryouma's leg to both pull himself and retain the man where he is.

They're wildly outnumbered, what has been summoned up out of Ryouma is coming for them as well. To tear them apart and drag them face first into the water, ]

Are ya gonna do somethin' or what?

[ Majima asks hoarsely. He can't get to the snake, he doesn't know what the fuck this mirror spirit has done to him, but he can't reach it. ]