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body horror meme

Body Horror Meme

WARNING -- POSSIBLE TRIGGERS (violence, pain, parasites, zombies, etc)

Something's gone wrong. Maybe it was a little parasite, wiggling under your skin. Maybe something bit you that one night in the woods. Maybe someone decided they didn't like you and placed a curse on you, or maybe the local psychotic AI decided she liked you and filled you full of nanites. In any case, you're changing, body and soul. There's no way to stop it. No way to reverse it. And above all, it's the most painful thing you've ever experienced...

HOW IT WORKS:
- Tag the meme, leaving your character name, fandom, and any preferences in the subject line
- Other character tags you
- You tag back, and use the random number generator to select from the following options. Or don't, and do whatever strikes your fancy. If you roll something your character already is, either roll again, go for human, or pick something that otherwise suits your fancy.
- Other character reacts, or is free to also roll on the table
- Play out the results.
- Have fun, but respect the preferences of others.

1. Water-dwelling } You're growing gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into – what does matter is that you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight...

2. Animal } Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform, your teeth lengthen or shorten, and above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before, your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OHGOD, EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't even get us started on insects and arachnids...

3. Parasitic } Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...

4. Demonic } You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?

5. Undead } No doubt about it, you're dying, but as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire – and not the fun kind, either, we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.

6. Cybernetic } Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? Injected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half man, half machine, your squishy bits being replaced by mechanical components.

7. Lovecraftian } You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even now they sing in your blood as your flesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain you feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... or maybe worse, you're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.

8. Fusion/Hivemind } You begin to fuse with the first person who tagged you – physically, mentally, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as your thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal...

9. Inanimate } Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, turning to stone, wood, glass, or something stranger still; or perhaps you liquefy, turning to some kind of liquid, or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.

10. Wildcard / Pick your own } Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.

Meme originally posted by

teal_deer.

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[ a mad, dizzying descent into the depths of what should have been an ordinary drug operation proves to be more than bargained for. in all honesty, neither of them could have seen what was coming-- mukuro underestimates the difficulty of the task out of an age old cockiness, and shouichi? well, he can make his own excuses.

blindsided by whatever came hurtling out of the dark while himself and irie shouichi engaged in one of their more pointless arguments, mukuro is left crumpled on the floor, cheek pressed against cold stone and dazed.

there's a sticky warmth soaking into his shirt; the altogether too familiar feel and scent of blood. perhaps shouichi got off lighter? ]

[ it was too dark to see exactly what had attacked them, especially since they had been so busy yammering at one another about nothing of any particular importance. just another knowledge based pissing contest; this time they had both lost.

shouichi too met the the ground suddenly, just a few feet away from mukuro. a thick, wet cough and a pained groan ought to let him know he's still alive. whatever had been in the dark with them wasn't messing around, 'cause they got pretty fucked up in a matter of seconds. in fact, shouichi has yet to even come to terms with what has happened. all he knows is that he's on the ground, staring up into the dark ceiling. it's damp and muggy, water dripping down every so often.

his voice is hoarse like the wind had been knocked out of him. ]

R-Rokudo... [ you better be alive, you fucker.
it takes everything he has to sit upright, vertigo challenging him all the while. his limbs felt numb and his head felt too heavy. but he was the healer, so he ought to check on his dumbass partner asap. ]

[ with a faint, echoed groan, mukuro rolls to his feet out of instinct. he staggers, regaining his balance with his trident. best not to stay lying down with an unknown enemy skulking in the shadows. though a better question is, why didn't it take the time while both himself and irie shouichi were down to strike?

no matter- he assesses his injuries while attempting to locate the thing that did this. a series of cuts (claws?) curving from side to mid-back that ripped through the heavy leather of his coat, thoroughly ruining it. the beginnings of a bruise forming across his torso and jaw. it could be worse. the problem is stopping the bleeding in such an inconvenient location. swaying on his feet, mukuro locates shouichi's form, pressure building at the base of his skull in warning of a headache. ]

Get up. [ the warning is inherent in his voice: get up or be eaten, mukuro doesn't care either way. ] We have a guest to entertain.

[ he can hear it now: the low rattle of air meters away from their current location, belonging to a breathing pattern that's neither his nor shouichi's. ]

Nngh. Good. You're alive. [ as he staggers to his feet, wounds make themselves known. sharp pain cuts through the haze and his body bends to accommodate damage to his right shoulder, from mid-back to collar bone. this creature had ripped through the both of them, one after the other. knees attempting to buckle, he mumbles incoherently before he nods reluctantly. well, shit. ]

I-I didn't even see anything... [ he tries to clear his throat and cut through this daze somehow. all the while idly wondering why it feels as if someone has put hydrogen peroxide on his cuts. it stings and bubbles and feels warm, just slightly. god, it would really be nice if he could concentrate. ] M'not feeling so good, I --

[ he freezes in delayed response when he notices mukuro freezing up to listen. okay, what the hell was that thing. because it definitely wasn't either of them. chewing on his bottom lip, he whispers. ]

w-we should just run.
right?

[ mukuro arches an eyebrow in the dark, not bothering to dignify that with a response. of course he's alive; it takes more than a blow to knock him out of this life. without any further warning, a blast of heat shakes the foundation of the building, pillars of fire shedding light on the situation. it's enough for mukuro to make out the unnatural pallor of shouichi's face, but not enough to penetrate the gloom that seems to convalesce around the creature.

it still has yet to move.

under normal circumstances, the sensible thing to do would be to get rid of that thing first, rather than risk it coming back to bite them (literally). but with irie shouichi's current condition . . . ]

I'll distract it. [ he ignores the ripple of discomfort working its way over him, skin crawling. except when mukuro moves to step forward, he finds himself frozen, limbs unresponsive.

ah. ]

[ not that his conscience would have been comfortable with that anyway. shouichi knows that mukuro is a thousand times more capable than he is, but getting separated even for a minute doesn't feel right. but still, he positions himself to take some sort of action, not knowing how this mystery creature will react.

eyes locked onto mukuro, he squints.
wait.

why isn't he... ]

H-hey. What is it? [ he slowly edges closer, chest rising and falling as his breathing becomes more rapid and strained. ]

[ a shudder works itself over his body in a visible tremor, and mukuro swears he can feel something working its way under his skin, around the tender edges of the wound. he fights against it, the pounding in his head growing worse by the second. the possibilities race through his head: poison, mind control, some sort of secret attack--

he jerks his foot forward, the trident dropping to the ground with a clatter, his fingers involuntarily unclenching. ]

There's been a complication.

[ shouichi can only watch, feeling his stomach tighten with anxiety. blinking though a clouded state of mind, he wonders what would possibly be happening. instinctively, he reaches out, hand gently falling on what he hopes is an uninjured shoulder. ] T-take it easy.

[ a stupid thing to say, he thinks, but pushing through something like this might be more damaging, maybe? ] M-maybe if I heal you ... ? [ it takes a little more breath than he has available to finish that sentence, so he assumes mukuro will understand. he wants to be optimistic, but as this reality becomes more clear he wonders if this is the end of them. ]

[ tense beneath shouichi's hand, mukuro recoils and whirls around to curl his fingers around shouichi's throat, eyes dilated and dark. his mouth moves, but nothing comes out. did he move on his own out of sheer rebellion against shouichi, or is it due to something else?

the faint light illuminates mukuro's face just enough to make out the shape of something crawling beneath his skin, over the pale slant of his collarbone and neck, against his cheek. mukuro releases shouichi and drops to his knees, a series of coughs wracking his entire body. what spatters against the ground is both blood and-- a- handful of something? (with a copious amount of legs and teeth) wriggling fitfully in the dark puddle. ]

[ as soon as shouichi registers the stranglehold mukuro has on him, he's released and stumbles back, wheezing. his legs shake and knees give out from both weakness and surprise as he attempts to reason with his mind against what he may or may not have just seen.
the little black insect-like monsters in front of him, however, confirm it.

his eyes are locked on them as what feels like nausea start to twist and turn within him, visibly trying to pull his gaze away to see how mukuro was faring. ]

M-Mukuro -- [ his lungs and head are feeling heavy again. all he needs is a response. any kind of response to see if he was really there. was he really seeing this? was this actually happening? ] Wh-what...

Get [ cough cough cough ] away--

[ the uncharacteristic curtness to his words is no doubt due to the current dilemma of throwing up blood and bugs while his body makes a valiant go at rejecting what it is invading his system. mukuro can literally feel the parasites digging into his skin, biting their way through flesh and writhing under his skin.

that explains the stillness of the beast. its method of attack must be to incapacitate its prey with the bugs, most likely transferred through the open wound, and wait until they were sufficiently weakened to finish them off. or at the very least, it's the best theory his addled mind can come up with. ]

Ah, b-but -- [ he wants to think of some slick explanation for this, some quick and sensible way to rectify this ailment and whisk him to safety. it'd be nice, wouldn't it? you'd think a genius scientist and strategist would be able to figure it out, but between his own state of physical distress and his senses permeated by fear, he just can't. it's blank.

there's one thing he has left.
and so, even though it's against his words, shouichi moves forward on wobbling knees, trudging straight through the trail of blood and mutant insects without hesitation. with what feels like the very last of his strength, he calls up a sun flame. it's small, but luminous enough to see the terror crawling beneath mukuro's skin. he could fix this somehow, right?

but it's a bit too much for him and it leaves him too vulnerable.
it starts as a sharp stinging along his right flank, but swiftly increases.
and with a pained groan he protests the flame wavering and flickering until it suddenly goes out.

but shouichi doesn't have time to mourn it.
rather, he starts fervidly scratching at his side. ]

[ fear has a way of getting under your skin and into your veins and twisting everything up from the inside out. for mukuro, it's an emotion he seldom experiences, but it's not what impedes him now. instead, something like dread and apprehension builds up in his stomach as he watches the flame waver and fade, irie shouichi's face twisting in clear distress.

the wracking coughs come to an end eventually. for better or for worse, he doesn't know. taking a deep breath of the stale air, mukuro forces his body to obey out of sheer willpower, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand before picking himself up. there's clearly no other choice but to abort the mission for now, considering the state both of them are in. fleeing is the practical choice here.

he's been through worse; grit your teeth and carry on, live to see another day because you can't die here.

mukuro scoops shouichi up and tosses him over one shoulder without so much as a please, the trident back in his hands and his feet kicking up into a full on sprint as he heads for the exit. ]

[ oh, no. this was too much.
shouichi wasn't sure he could handle this on his conscience.
with a situation this dire he almost doesn't understand why mukuro didn't just leave him there. i mean, he had one job and couldn't perform. and perhaps if it hadn't given him such a good look at the obvious torment his mission partner was going through, perhaps he wouldn't feel this sick over it.

or perhaps he was feeling sick over something else entirely. ]

D-don't make yourself worse... !! [ could it even get worse? i mean, honestly, was there even proper medical terminology for what was happening here? even folded over mukuro's bony shoulder, shouichi was feverishly scratching at his side until the skin is raw and he feels something shift and his stomach ties itself in a knot.

ah, so it was the same.
there just seemed to be a short time delay.
hands clamping over his mouth as quickly as he can, he gags.

and yet, that beast never seemed to bother to move. it obviously knew something that neither shouichi or mukuro did.
out of breath, shouichi wheezes between his fingers. ] I-I d-don't think it's coming --

[ he couldn't hear anything. then again, he was having a difficult time focusing.
how deep were these tunnels anyway? god, france was so dumb. ]

[ the last thing mukuro wants is for shouichi to think that he's doing this out of some altruistic tendency that he most definitely does not possess. it's just that if he leaves him here, there's no telling what kind of trouble shouichi could get up to. better to keep an eye on him than to risk anything in this condition. ]

Do save your energy for something better. [ like healing himself, for one. or mukuro. the cuts left on his back continue to ooze at a faster than preferred rate, leaving a slick patch soaked into the leather that shouichi's pressed intimately against.

there's no time frame for how long they have, what exactly was inflicting them-- too little information altogether, so all mukuro puts his energy towards making a fast departure and ignoring the uncomfortable sensation of crawling under his skin. whatever it was that afflicted him with paralysis, that brief numbing of his limbs, leaves him to his own devices for now. it's an opportunity he gladly seizes.

when he hears shouichi gag, feels the instinctive curl of his body, he can't help but snap: ]

And if you throw up on me, look forward to the dry cleaning bill.

[ or the cost of a new coat, because let's face it-- this one's unsalvageable. viva la france, etc. hooray. ]

[ well, of course. but mukuro should also know by now that trouble has this tendency of following shouichi, so by dragging him around is like having VIP access to the next clusterfuck. not that mukuro himself had a remarkable track record for superior luck any how.

shouichi twitches and squirms against these new sensations, unsure of whether screaming or passing out is the better option. for now, he chooses neither. both surreal and invasive, the horror does something to take away a fraction of the pain it induces.

even if he were on the brink of death, he would know better than to vomit on rokudo mukuro. ] I-I won't -- [ he manages, preemptively scratching at his face. it isn't until mukuro finally bleeds out so much it's soaked the front of shouichi's shirt that he snaps out of it, attempting to call a sun flame almost furiously. ]

I-I I'm sorry -- ! [ he wheezes, coughing. why the hell won't it light. fuck. ] I-I th-think we need a hospital...

[ an idealistic suggestion; shouichi regrets it before he even finishes saying it. and with a frustrated groan, he tries to clear his head. he can't focus like this, not with the tunnels and the bleeding and this peculiar... infestation. but that's just too bad, because not only can he feel the shifting and stirring within his own person, but mukuro, too.] Aah, w-wait, th-this looks familiar -- [ they've got to be close to ground level. ]

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body horror meme

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