monster transformation meme

[ldfsh]

(warning: body horror)

Whatever you were before, there's something inside you that needs to surface. You can feel it coming, fast or slow. The change will be painful, and not pretty, and it comes with strange cravings. Can you count on anyone to help you through it? Will your friends accept you in your new form?

Choose a beast from the list, or RNG for one.

1. Arachne
   
2. Cecaelia
   
3. Centaur
   
4. Cyborg
   
5. Demon
   
6. Dragon/Dragonborn
   
7. Dryad
   
8. Faerie
   
9. Gargoyle
   
10. Giant/Titan
    
11. Goblin
    
12. Gorgon
    
13. Harpy
    
14. Incubus/Succubus
    
15. Kelpie
    
16. Kitsune/Kumiho
    
17. Lamia
    
18. Manticore
    
19. Merperson
    
20. Minotaur
    
21. Mothman
    
22. Naga
    
23. Nymph
    
24. Satyr
    
25. Shade
    
26. Siren
    
27. Slime
    
28. Sphinx
    
29. Troll
    
30. Vampire
    
31. Wendigo
    
32. Werebear
    
33. Werecat
    
34. Werehyena
    
35. Werewolf

Comments

Skye/Daisy Johnson | Marvel's Agents of SHIELD

[afterlifed]

[ Rolled arachne, can reroll for new threads. ]

Cisco Ramon | The Flash

[picksthenames]

[ Rolled centaur, can reroll for new threads. ]

Mack | MCU/Agents of SHIELD

[xboxes]

[ Will roll for each thread. ]

NO IDEA which category it is, but I wanted a bee-monster so here

[hypoxic]

[Fitz doesn't belong on the front lines. He'll do fieldwork here and there, but it's hardly where he's most comfortable. He can fire a pistol, but not as well as others. He's a little strong, but definitely not the muscle. He'd only been on this one for consultation purposes. They'd been expecting to find a lab of some kind . And maybe they had. Fitz is a little foggy on the details of their mission. He knew he'd felt some kind of jolt, though, and almost like something pierced his heart directly. And then things went murky.

Things look strange when he opens his eyes next. There's a feeling of refraction, the same image repeated in a cluster, eyes incapable of focusing on just one image. He struggles to sit up, rubbing the back of his neck.]

... Well 'm not dead. That's a good sign.

[There's someone here with him, but he's got no idea who. He doesn't need to see his own black, compound eyes to know that something's gone very, very wrong.]

he's a wasp thingy, bc I decided

[xboxes]

[ It was something to do with experiments on the Terrigen crystals, testing them on insects, or so their briefing had said. That's why Fitz came along, to examine the lab aspect. They just hadn't expected the whole thing to go up in flames and smoke as soon as they got there.

Mack sits up slowly, head buzzing, feeling itchy all over. ]

What'szzz happening. You alright, Turbo?

[ He feels drunk, almost. Like his vision won't focus. Also, is it just him or does Fitz look... yellower than usual? ]

[hypoxic]

[Were Fitz more aware, he might have considered his skin color more of a concern about jaundice. The yellowing is faint, but absolutely present.]

...Not sure. I'm experiencing some... disorientation, I believe. Extended grogginess. Blurred vision.

I don't recall the mission. Was I injured?

[xboxes]

Bug experimentszz. [ Something's wrong with his voice. Later. For now, check on Fitz.

He scrambles to his feet, feeling off-balance like his body has too many limbs or something (spoilers, it does). ]

Whole place blew. I think we're... compromised, somehow.

Riley Matthews | Girl Meets World

[yaaaaaay]

[ Rolled Slime. Can reroll for new threads. ]

harry dresden | the dresden files

[invernale]

( Gonna roll a monster for each thread. )

dante | dmc: devil may cry

[divinecomic]

( Gonna roll a monster for each thread. )

alistair theirin | dragon age

[ex_elfblooded446]

( Gonna roll a monster for each thread. )

blind!Frisk | Undertale | OTA

[mercybutton]

[rolled kelpie, happy to reroll. who knew an accident with alphys' magic experiments would end like this? though i mean she doesn't even use standard safety protocol so]

Clarice "Blink" / Xmen / OTA

[blinkandyoumiss]

[up for crossovers and AUs of all sort]

[notthaticequeen]

((Already a cyborg - could be any of the weres, though.))

Leonard Snart/Captain Cold | The Flash/Legends | OTA

[icejacking]

(ooc: Rolled Goblin, prefer len being the one transforming, happy to reroll! Literally open to just about anything, AUs, crossovers, what have you, also up to date with Flash/Legends and almost with Arrow)

[bringstheheat]

Vandal Savage might be contained (unwisely) in the same cell that had once held an ex-bounty hunter and the girl who called Savage 'father', but his armies weren't so easily deterred. Haircut had taken down the Leviathan, the girl was working with the resistance and the Waverider was chewed to fucking bits. Repairs were taking forever and while Mick had offered what expertise he had, they still needed to keep their guard up. So it was taking too damned long but they didn't really have much choice.

The boarding party had been small, dangerous and a pain in the ass to cut down.

In the chaos of the fight, he'd stood where he always had, shoulder to shoulder with Snart. Almost felt like the good old days. Fire roaring from his gun, the click-whine of the cold gun. Harmony.

.. until Snart had shoved him out of the way, allowing a bolt of green energy to slam him backwards like a ragdoll.

Friggin asshole.

With the fight over, Mick skips getting back to repairs. He's not going anywhere until Snart opens his eyes.

[icejacking]

Leonard had only acted, not really thought through the repercussions of said actions. He'd seen danger pointed at his former partner and despite how rocky things had been, Mick was by his side and he wasn't about to lose him again. Which in a way made his decision to shove the other aside and take the hit a rather stupid one, but in the end his brain reasoned it was better he take the fall then Mick. There was still a part of him that felt guilty for betraying the Pyro.

When he comes to he groans, feeling the room shifting around him and a sharp, hot pain in his chest. It's ebbing and throbbing through him and when he opens his eyes he half expects to see a gaping hole there. He's not even 100% sure what the hell they hit him with. To his surprise it seems to only have melted through his shirt to his skin and the green is slowly fading, absorbing into him. He feels it crawl through his veins, which turn a dark green. He gets only a moment to breathe and look confused as the pain is dull and gone for a few heartbeats. It seems whatever it is didn't work...

Then all at once he's in agony, back arching as he writhes, every nerve lighting up as his body is forced into a change. He cries out as this magic, or whatever it is, twists his form slowly, seeping into his bones and muscle and sinew. His skin begins to look sickly, changing to a gray-blue and looking pale. His eyes are yellow at the edges which bleed until it consumes the blue of his eyes. It'll be an excruciatingly slow change. Mick has time to try and get his buddy to the med-bay to see if Gideon can do anything to reverse the effects but whatever it is is acting fast and it might be tough to move him with the way he's thrashing and struggling from the pain.]

[bringstheheat]

The moment Len is twisting away from him in agony, Mick is moving. Scooping up his partner and carrying him at a dead run to medbay. He doesn't say a word until he's got Len on one of the beds, doing his damndest to hold him still. There are frantic voices all around them, Haircut and Grey, even Hunter all barking orders at Gideon, taking readings and trying to find out what hit Snart.

What should have hit him.

Mutagen. Altering DNA. Whatever hit Snart was changing him on some fundamental level and none of the sedatives Gideon had on board were doing a damned thing which meant he had to physically pin him down to keep Lenny from hurting himself or anyone else.

"Eyes on me, Snart. Look at me. Keep looking at me." Mick knows the Waverider. He knows how time flows and functions and he knows about the Time Masters. He can create incendiary devices with his eyes closed. None of that knowledge is helping now. Mick can't do a goddamned thing but hold on to his partner and try to talk to him, let him know he's not alone.

[icejacking]

I'm sorry, I'm trying to regenerate the effects the mutagen is having on his DNA but it is moving too quickly. I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. Would you like me to admister a sedative to ease his pain? Gideon explains while the others bark orders. A sedative is given to Len but it has no effect.

His skin has taken on more of a greenish hue, so he's more of a sickly green-blue, his eyes are now bright yellow and he's getting shorter by the second. His limbs, though hidden as he swims in his clothes, are becoming gangly and knobby. His arms are longer than his legs, toes and fingers gaining longer nails with a yellowish tint. His face is visably changing, thinning, mouth widening with rows of sharp, gnarled teeth. His ears become long and pointed, his nose too so that he becomes more Goblin than man.

All the while those eyes are trained on Mick and as more sedative is given to him, he eventually just passes out from the pain and the drugs. He no longer even looks anything close to human by the time his body finishes shifting and changing. He doesn't even look like Leonard Snart, though there are hints of him still in there somewhere. He'll wake up in time, but there's a good chance he won't even be himself.

Rip explains the dangers and suggests they put Snart in the extra hold until he wakes up and they can access that his mind is still his own. That they haven't completely lost him to whatever this mutagen has done to him.

Grillby | Undertale | OTA

[alemental]

((Sure, why not make him more of a monster. That's fine. I can see demon, dragon, titan, incubus, naga, shade, vampire... but any of the options are fine with enough plotting to make it work!))

[sansational]

((ooc: I'm torn between maybe an incubus - one who feeds on magic or emotions or maybe even just body heat - or a shadow. Like maybe his fires are burning especially low and he's turning into coal and ash and correspondingly distant/evil, or something like that. Do either of those sound workable to you? Or, of course, we could have him deal with Sans going through some bad transformation type stuff.))

[alemental]

((Hmm, WHY NOT BOTH? Perhaps his fire is dying down and he needs emotion to make sure he actually keeps himself at least smouldering? And of course Sans is getting a little bit messed up just from the mere fact that he's nearby and trying to help out a friend. If we want to get particularly awful, Grillby can drain him enough to transform him too~))

[sansational]

((ooc: OOH I LIKE COMBINING THEM and I am definitely up for us getting particularly awful, or at least an awful like that depending on how this plays out. >:3 ))

[Sans can't remember the last time that Grillby's has been closed at this time of day. He's not sure that Grillby's hsa ever been closed at this time of day, though of course time was somewhat subjective in the Underground.

The surface has introduced its fair share of other changes in other ways, but Sans can't think that this is a good development. Judging by the handful of other monsters hovering anxiously outside the locked front door, he's not alone in this. A few of them are anxiously wondering to one another what, if anything, they can do.

Sans knows at least one thing that he can do. But it requires ducking into the alley by the building and out of sight from the crowd. From there, he takes a quick shortcut inside the restaurant proper. Then it's just a matter of hastening up the stairs behind the kitchen, to the apartment Grillby keeps above the building. All the while, he can feel worry rising like a tide in his soul, and all Sans can hope to do is outrun it while he waits to find out that this is all a big misunderstanding.

He hopes so much that this really is all a big misunderstanding. But for now, it's all Sans can do to remember to knock on Grillby's door rather than barging right in.]

grillby? grillby, hey? are, uh, are you in there?

[alemental]

[The insistent tapping on his door rouses Grillby from a his half-asleep state, and he squints in the darkness of his apartment. He had thought he had pinned the note to the door. Had someone missed it?

Of course, it's rare for Grillby to take a day off work. But he's been feeling so... cold, today. He must be coming down with something... something that's exhausting him so badly it's taking all his energy to keep his core alight, but obviously just a bit of an illness. Nothing serious, even if his light has dimmed dramatically in the hour since he started dozing on the couch.

The knocking continues, and a muffled voice on the other end reveals his visitor to be Sans. Grillby muffles a sigh and slips off of the couch, stumbling to the door and holding it open slightly.]

...Sans. I am here. Sorry, but my restaurant will be closed today. I'm... feeling a bit under the weather.

[It's a quick, simple explanation, one he hopes Sans will accept.]

I'm just going to rest... you should go home. I might be contagious, after all.

Yuugi Muto | YGO:DM

[toogoodtoopure]

[rolled vampire. can reroll if needed, but a smol vampire could be fun]