OPEN ☆ If we were in a perfect world
Who: Shell Overlord (
steponme) & OPEN
What: Catch-all Log, now with open prompts!!
When: End of April - Start of May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Awkward boners, violence
Fight Club | cw: violence, mind control
[For those who venture down to the see the underground fights, they might find a peculiar scene waiting for them. Standing in the arena and awaiting his opponent is Shell. But for those who know him, there's really no questions that he's not exact;y the fighting type. What's he doing there? Well...]
A. VS (Previous CR only please!)
[...it looks like he's your opponent today. He doesn't look very intimidating, not particularly dressed down beyond having taken off his jacket and scarf, and he doesn't seem to be holding a weapon of any kind. But something you might notice is that a good chunk of the crowd seems to be stepping back. You probably haven't seen what he can do yet -- but even the refferee looks a little standoffish, climbing up over the barricade to stand atop it, out of reach. But as for Shell-- well, he didn't expect to see anyone he knew here.]
...what are you doing here?
B. Domination (OTA)
[...it looks like his battle is about to start. If you're smart, and you've chosen to follow the crowd in sitting in one of the higher seats, then you'll only see the "battle" play out. Shell enters, and just as his opponent starts getting into stance to fight, he suddenly freezes and collapses to his knees. As Shell steps closer, the man starts to scream, pleading for it to "stop" -- whatever it is. Eventually, Shell leans down and whispers something to him, and he starts screaming for the refferee that he gives up.]
[But if you were curious enough to stay as close to the ring as possible, then you'll get to experience what those sitting in the higher seats can only watch: a strong sense of fear and dread seemingly emanates off the battle arena, causing those sitting closest to experience effects similar to the man in the ring. Some start crying, others scream, but most of them only stand and stare in petrified silence. Even the refferee seems affected for a few moments, taking far too long to end the match and give Shell the win.]
[And the moment he does, the heavy atmosphere disappears as suddenly as it appeared. But as Shell heads off stage to wait for his next match, for some reason, he doesn't look very happy about it.]
[ooc: Feel free to alter prompts as you see fit! Let me know in Prompt A whether your character will be effected by Shell's pheromones, as they have a 25% chance of failing entirely. Please note that if you choose to have your character sit too close in Prompt B, they will be affected as well. If you'd like to avoid that, have them sit further back!]
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What: Catch-all Log, now with open prompts!!
When: End of April - Start of May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): Awkward boners, violence
Fight Club | cw: violence, mind control
[For those who venture down to the see the underground fights, they might find a peculiar scene waiting for them. Standing in the arena and awaiting his opponent is Shell. But for those who know him, there's really no questions that he's not exact;y the fighting type. What's he doing there? Well...]
A. VS (Previous CR only please!)
[...it looks like he's your opponent today. He doesn't look very intimidating, not particularly dressed down beyond having taken off his jacket and scarf, and he doesn't seem to be holding a weapon of any kind. But something you might notice is that a good chunk of the crowd seems to be stepping back. You probably haven't seen what he can do yet -- but even the refferee looks a little standoffish, climbing up over the barricade to stand atop it, out of reach. But as for Shell-- well, he didn't expect to see anyone he knew here.]
...what are you doing here?
B. Domination (OTA)
[...it looks like his battle is about to start. If you're smart, and you've chosen to follow the crowd in sitting in one of the higher seats, then you'll only see the "battle" play out. Shell enters, and just as his opponent starts getting into stance to fight, he suddenly freezes and collapses to his knees. As Shell steps closer, the man starts to scream, pleading for it to "stop" -- whatever it is. Eventually, Shell leans down and whispers something to him, and he starts screaming for the refferee that he gives up.]
[But if you were curious enough to stay as close to the ring as possible, then you'll get to experience what those sitting in the higher seats can only watch: a strong sense of fear and dread seemingly emanates off the battle arena, causing those sitting closest to experience effects similar to the man in the ring. Some start crying, others scream, but most of them only stand and stare in petrified silence. Even the refferee seems affected for a few moments, taking far too long to end the match and give Shell the win.]
[And the moment he does, the heavy atmosphere disappears as suddenly as it appeared. But as Shell heads off stage to wait for his next match, for some reason, he doesn't look very happy about it.]
[ooc: Feel free to alter prompts as you see fit! Let me know in Prompt A whether your character will be effected by Shell's pheromones, as they have a 25% chance of failing entirely. Please note that if you choose to have your character sit too close in Prompt B, they will be affected as well. If you'd like to avoid that, have them sit further back!]
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[It’s not so much that Chuuya doesn’t want to answer, it’s that he doesn’t know how to answer. What he feels for Dazai is so goddamn complicated that Chuuya could fill a novel if he wrote it all down, and a simple “yes” or “no” simply wouldn’t even begin to cover it.]
He literally has my life in his hands for reasons I don’t wanna go into.
[One day Chuuya will tell someone besides Atsushi about Corruption, but today is not that day.
Chuuya hadn’t realized how much his grip had tightened on his glass, and it nearly shatters in his hand when Shell delivers that news.
Because it hits way too close to home.]
Did he tell you why?
[Well shit, now he can’t deny that Shell probably needs another drink, judging by the look on his face. Chuuya orders him a single shot of fireball whiskey, because fuck taking it easy.]
You don’t have to tell me, but if you wanna get it off your chest, you might as well do it now. Then you can take a shot to burn it out of your mind.
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[But regardless-- he's not going to ask if Chuuya says he doesn't want to talk about it. And so instead, he just shakes his head.]
No... he didn't tell me anything. Or at least... I couldn't understand it. So maybe that's why.
He did so much for me, even though he hated vampires... but looking back now, I wonder if I ever really did anything for him. If I ever really saw him for who he really was...
[It almost seems like he's about to start crying, but instead he abruptly grabs the shot glass and throws back the shot of fireball.]
[...]
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[Behold, the vampire who's never tasted anything spicy in his entire life.]
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W-What... was in that...
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[Shell seems like the kind of person who loves with all their heart and soul, and he can’t imagine him not being entirely devoted to One if the guy meant so much to him. Chuuya can’t even begin to guess why the guy left, but he’d bet money that it wasn’t Shell’s fault.
Before he can say anything else Shell downs the shot, and it gets the exact reaction Chuuya was expecting.]
I said it would burn it out of your mind, didn’t I?
[Okay, he shouldn’t be laughing, but he is.]
Can’t handle a little heat, huh?
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[WAVES DOWN THE BARTENDER FOR MORE WATER he's being laughed at, this is rude.]
[But he can't help but appreciate it, in a way. Maybe it would be easier to talk about it he didn't let himself fixate on how sad he was. He'd like to be able to talk about One, knowing now that he's in a world where it's actually safe to do so. Maybe One wouldn't appreciate it when he woke up, but... well, they'll have a lot to talk about when that happens.]
[A lot, considering what happened with Reign recently.]
[...]
[Fuck it, he's getting another drink and Chuuya can't stop him!! He's gonna be gone in a few minutes here, probably.]
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[There’s a million reasons why Chuuya likes that particular kind of whiskey, but mostly because it’s like a fucking punch in the mouth that gets him drunk just a bit quicker than regular whiskey.]
Damn, you’re really going to town.
[Whatever, Chuuya won’t stop him unless he really starts looking sick.]
You ever heard of an “orgasm” shot? Or a “blowjob”? Yes, they’re real names, and they’re good.
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[Pauses mid-sip of his new drink to stare at Chuuya, eyes wide and blushing.]
Why are they called that?
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[And to demonstrate, Chuuya will order Shell something roughly equivalent to them with whatever liquor is available that resembles the ones back home.
Of note is the whipped cream on top of the blow job shot, and there’s really no non-messy way to drink it.]
Which one do you wanna try?
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[He didn't realize drinking could be like this.]
I... I guess I'll take this one.
[The blowjob. "Orgasm in his mouth" was a little less clear as to what it meant (did it just taste good?), but the thought of drinking something and ending up with that cream all over his lips as if he just got his throat fucked... ah, how humiliating that would be.]
[Which of course means he gonna go for it, biting his lip in anticipating before taking the shot -- and predictably, ending up with whipped cream all over his lips.]
Oh, that-- that one was pretty good.
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Good choice.
[Chuuya watches with a wicked grin as Shell takes the shot, and of course he’s left with a smearing of white all over his lips. Really, this is like college freshmen levels of entertainment, but whatever. Why the hell not indulge?]
You look good like that.
[And perhaps predictably, Chuuya will lean forward and slide his thumb along Shell’s bottom lip to collect a bit of the cream before licking it off with a smirk.]
Nice and sweet.
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[Predictable, but not for Shell, who isn't expecting to see a move like that. They were kind of throwing subtly out the window here, weren't they? It was exciting to be able to do something like this -- especially out in the open, without worrying about what it might do to his reputation or how he might be judged for flirting with a human.]
[And so, he opts to be a bit more bold himself, licking the cream off his lips and wiping what he couldn't reach with his fingers -- before licking those clean as well.]
[But he's not stopping there, reaching out to take the other shot -- and then holding it out to Chuuya.]
Since I took the blowjob... can I offer you an orgasm?
And the award for smoothest line goes to Shell Overlord
Chuuya watches the way Shell licks his lips clean with a flicker of heat behind his pretty blue eyes, and he can’t deny that he’s just a little bit turned on by it.
Besides, he never did get to relieve all that pent up lust from the pheromone incident.]
I’ll take you up on that.
[He takes the shot from Shell with a playful smirk before downing it in one go. It really is pretty goddamn good.]
Had enough yet?
He's lowkey role playing as One right now, clearly
[Which is why he's not backing down, nor thinking about the potential repercussions of... this. This open flirtiness with someone he considered a friend. It's not like this is the first time he's thought about Chuuya in a context like this. Hell, he's probably had at least one or two uncomfortable dreams about him, especially upon remembering what he said back when they walked through Shell's memories -- with Chuuya looking around Shell's playroom and admitting to being a dom.]
[Of course he wouldn't forget something like that. The only assertive human he's ever known has been One -- and to meet another so quickly after arriving opened his eyes to just how different this world could be, and what possibilities might await him, the different kinda of people he could meet...]
[And all the different experiences he could have.]
That depends... had enough of what?
[Booze? Flirting? His answer is the same either way tbh. He doesn't want this good feeling to end.]
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[Chuuya is clearly enjoying himself just as much as Shell is, but there’s still the question of just how much alcohol is too much to someone who almost never drinks. A hangover is one thing, but being completely smashed and incapable of walking or speaking without slurring is another. Can vampires get alcohol poisoning...?]
I’m gonna have to float you home, aren’t I?
[Chuuya is fine with flirting and maybe even kissing, but anything more is a tiny bit shady when one of the participants is completely sloshed.
Besides, isn’t it better if they can remember every detail?]
It’s not like I’ll just leave you there if I take you, so.
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Aha, so you are planning to cuddle up in bed with me again!
[....this is a surprisingly innocent accusation from the one who just offered Chuuya an orgasm with whipped cream all over his face.]
[But he's drunk and stupid right now -- definitely not a good combination for banging.]
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Like hell.
[Rule number one of dealing with Chuuya; don’t point out how sweet he can be at times or he’ll promptly deny it and try to prove you wrong. He slides off his stool and pays their tab before turning to Shell with his hands on his hips.]
Can you stand on your own?
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[The walk back is largely uneventful, since as drunk as Shell is, he's not about to fall off his feet or make an ass of himself in public. But as soon as they're both at his place (where Reign and his little giraffe friend aren't home, busy at the perfume shop preparing for the grand opening), Shell turns and wraps both his arms over Chuuya's shoulders from behind, resting his head on top of his.]
Heehee... today was a looot of fun! I'm real glad I ran into you!
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Chuuya stiffens when Shell wraps his arms around him, a remnant of his caution about the dangers of letting someone approach him from behind, but no knife pierces his back, and no gun is pointed at his head. It’s just a simple, affectionate gesture, and Chuuya won’t protest.]
I’m not a headrest.
[Okay, he won’t protest much, anyway.
His thoughts wander, and Chuuya looks almost sad for a moment. His mind hasn’t stopped coming back to their earlier conversation about the people special to them.]
I wanted to ask you something.
[Chuuya is showing a rare bit of vulnerability here, but at least Shell is unlikely to remember it in the morning.]
You said you loved One, right?
[Or cared very deeply for him, at least.]
How do you know when you love someone?
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You're the second person to ask me that... do I really look like someone who knows a lot about love?
[He certainly doesn't think so. But he still remembers seeing Diva cry after he explained his feelings for One... maybe it helped to hear how other people felt about it?]
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For me, it's... when you're always thinking about them, even without meaning to. When you'd do anything for them, even if it meant getting hurt. And... when the thought of living without them is... so painful, just thinking about it is--
[The words catch in his throat as he chokes on a tiny, almost inaudible sob. But he's really trying not to cry -- he managed to talk about it before, so why...]
...it hurts, I think. When it's love.
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Chuuya is silent as he listens to Shell’s explanation of love, and somehow it’s almost exactly what he’d thought love might be. It’s an eye-opening revelation to be sure, one that leaves him almost certain that he’s felt love before. It’s strange; you don’t join the Mafia expecting to be able to live a life that would allow such feelings to blossom, but now that he’s free...
Maybe he can let himself feel such a thing again without worrying about the consequences.]
Painful, huh?
[That part Chuuya can’t deny; even just caring for someone as a friend can be painful when you’re forced apart, so loving someone and losing them would hurt like hell.
Which is why he doesn’t berate Shell for the tears he knows are coming.]
I dunno much about it, but I don’t think you’re wrong, either.
[Chuuya turns around in Shell’s arms and gently paps his cheeks.]
It’s fine. I was just curious is all. You don’t have to say anything else.
[He grabs Shell by the wrist then and leads him over to the couch before urging him to sit down.]
I’d ask if you want tea or something, but vampires and all.
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[But he won't sit down on the couch just yet, tugging gently to free his arm from Chuuya's grip.]
A-Actually... I think I should drink something-- blood, I mean. I was already kinda hungry at the bar.
[And not animal blood, because the last thing he wants to do is play russian roulette with whether it'll make him sick when he's full of booze. Human blood made him nauseous for a different reason, but at least he'd be able to keep it down.]
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There’s no use denying what you really are, after all, even if you don’t have to embrace it.]
I drank a lot too. You might get even more drunk from my blood.
[Yet Chuuya isn’t protesting as perches himself on the edge of the couch with a curious look. He did say he’d be Shell’s source, after all.]
How do you want to do it?
[He asks oh so casually, as if he isn’t about to be fed upon.]
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[Oh, the shame is still there, just more subdued. It shows more on his face the more he seems to think about it -- but he's neither looking at Chuuya nor choosing to linger in the room, heading for the kitchen.]
Reign keeps some of his supply in the refrigerator... I'll just warm that up.
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