Body Horror Meme

[mechanorganism]

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

body horror meme


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.

Comments

Liquid Snake | Metal Gear | ota

[saveyourserpent]

[\o/ no underage, incest, bathroom stuff if anything shipping-wise or nsfw comes up]

Peter Quill || Guardians of the Galaxy

[volumeone]

[Parasitic, cybernetic, or wildcard]

Dylas | Rune Factory 4

[sullenstallion]

[open to most of these! i have an m/m preference for shipping, but otherwise let's go nuts.]

Frisk | Undertale | OTA

[dustless]

//Anything but 9, please!

makoto majima ( ikebukuro west gate park ) ota

[kusai]

[ cross-canon/media is good! especially interested in parasitic, but i'll do everything on the list. ]

Thaum | Splatoon OC

[notasquidnow]

[Toplevel for a planned thread, but others are free to hit me as well! Down for any prompt; short character blurb in his profile.]

[agent3]

[Nighttime is dark. Dark, and dangerous, and ever so quiet compared to the nonstop hustle and bustle of the day. Thida likes it for that, and for the lack of crowds at the grocery store, because it's so much easier to just pick up what you need and leave - and it's cheaper. Why throw away perfectly good fish when the squid girl down the street will buy it half price just before closing? Besides, she and her new roommate need some sort of protein for dinner.

Roommate. It's still such a weird concept, especially since she wouldn't call Thaum a friend to begin with. He was rude, stuck-up, and had incredibly bad taste in snacks that she totally didn't share in exchange for letting him eat some of her own, but without him, she wouldn't exactly have anywhere to stay in this city. She could put up with his more irksome traits and do what's best for both of them as battlers in Turf Wars if it kept her warm and dry.

That's why, as she's coming up the stairs to their apartment, getting out her key, she's not expecting anything to be different from how she left it. Sparse living quarters, a bit of a mess, with Thaum's stupid unfresh face there to complain about her choice of fish for dinner. Shut up Thaum, catfish are the superior food by far.]

[notasquidnow]

[But when she enters their apartment, Thaum isn't lounging around the living room meticulously cleaning his charger like he usually is this time of night. In fact, it kind of looks like he started to - his charger is lying on the floor with the ink reservoir off like he'd only just started taking it apart - but he's nowhere in sight, and the door to his room is closed.

And there's purple ink on the floor. It starts by the charger, leads to his room, and its hue seems to change slightly the closer it gets to the door. From Thaum's normal turf war purple that he seems to favor to...

...a particular shade of pink-purple that Thida might find alarmingly familiar.]

[agent3]

[Thida stops in the open doorway and stares at that. The charger left abandoned and half-taken apart is an immediate tell that something is wrong - Thaum is absolutely stupidly obsessed with his, never would he just leave it lying around. She quickly shuts the door and kneels down by it, her eyes catching on the smear of ink on the floor.]

...?

[All she catches is the trail before she runs to the kitchen to put the fish in the fridge - it'll go bad before they can eat it - and then returns to following it, indeed noticing the shift in color. Her heart seems to seize in her chest. What is Octoling ink doing in their apartment? And bleeding into Thaum's, and leading to his room? Is there - is there an Octoling in the apartment? Do they know she's - ]

!!!

[No, no time for fear! No time for fear. Taking a deep breath, Thida tiptoes past the ink trail, down to her door, grasping the Inkbrush she keeps propped just inside. Even if it's not full of ink, it'll still make a great bludgeon. Slowly, she tiptoes back to Thaum's door, and with all the hesitance of a polite roommate, knocks.]

Thaum...?

[Her voice is shaking, but - but if the intruder knows they're not alone, maybe they'll leave, not wanting to fight?]

[notasquidnow]

[Splat, she's home.]

Nnn... y-yeah?

[He does not sound okay. Shaken, scared, though he's trying not to. There's a weird... burbling in the back of his voice, even moreso than usual, and it's followed by a wet, panicky cough.]

Don't come in! I'm not, uh, I feel sick.

[Understatement of the century. He's falling apart - quite literally. Thaum had rushed to his room when he noticed his form starting to come undone, but trying to shift back to his natural form hadn't worked too well - he's leaning against the bed now, ink everywhere, somewhere halfway between inkling and octoling and absolutely panicking as he tries to get his body to stabilize SOMEhow. But everything he does just seems to result in another part of him starting to liquefy.

What even is this?? How'd this start happening?? What in the world is he supposed to do now? Is he just gonna... turn into ink entirely?

...of course, like a moron, he closed the door but forgot to lock it.]

[agent3]

[That wet burbling is not a good sound. It's a frightening sound, moreso because Thida has no idea what it could mean about his condition. Is the intruder keeping him from forming properly? Is there water involved? A diluge of Octo-ink? Clearly they've threatened him to act like everything is okay. He's whiny enough that he'd bemoan his condition and hound her for things if he was only sick, right?

Slowly, Thida reaches for the knob and turns it.]

What kinda sick? Gotta get medicine, right?

[Keep it light, keep it casual, don't make the enemy think you know they're there...]

Sousuke Sagara | Full Metal Panic!

[uruz_7]

[Animal, parasitic, or cybernetic.]

Re: Peter Quill || Guardians of the Galaxy

[blinkandyoumiss]

[[Are you familiar with the Brood from the Marvel comics? Would work very well for parasitic]]

Dave Strider | Homestuck

[ironicoolly]

[Not interested in 1.]

[notasquidnow]

I-I dunno, but... I'll... I'll be fine! Just gotta. Rest and stuff.

[He's gotta keep telling himself that. This is clearly a shapeshifting thing, so it's gotta be a mimic thing... It'll pass eventually if he focuses on going back to his natural form, right? Of course, NOW he remembers his parents telling him to be careful about staying in a new form for too long, but if it was that dangerous they would've mentioned it... Just gotta keep Thida from coming in and seeing him.

The awful groan he gives as he leans his head against the ink-soaked side of his mattress probably helps sell his "sick" story. He's glad he doesn't have a mirror in here; no way he wants to see what he looks like right now... A melting mess of mismatched tentacles.]

Kylo Ren - Star Wars

[forcefullyunstable]

Bucky Barnes - mcu - open

[readytocomply]

illyasviel von einzbern | fate/ ( ota )

[worldcup]

[volumeone]

[I'm somewhat familiar! I'm open to going with it or headcanoning things if needed]

Wanda Maximoff ❇ MCU ❇ OTA

[used_their_fear]

[OOC: no gore, vore, or bathroom stuff if anything shippy comes up. Also, Civil War compliant]

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age

[inmarble]

[ fucking maleficarum. fucking red lyrium.

mun is okay with just about all of these, just please talk it out with me before we start so i can be sure. ]

stanford pines | gravity falls | ota

[mviw]

[NO SHIPPING]

[sansational]

((ooc: I'm torn between something like 2 - maybe them spending so much time around monsters has them inadvertantly turning into one - or 4, with them trying to save Asriel and inadvertantly stumbling on Dark Forces in the midst of that search. Got a preference either way?))

6.

[antitemporal]

[1S doesn't know what this new unit is supposed to be.

Dr. Gaster built him first, and then he built 1S' brother, 2P. The two of them have born the brunt of his experiments for most of their lives, however long that's been. It's impossible to tell, down here in the lab, and there are certain questions that Gaster never answers.

He hasn't answered this question, either. He probably doesn't even want the two robots to know that a third is being worked on, but he'd had to take a phone call and 1S had noticed the door left open. It's not like he's going to do anything bad. He's just curious.

The half-finished robot is laying on an operating table, a basically humanoid shape amidst a tangle of wiring and exposed machinery. It has a strange face, different than his. But most distracting of all is its power core. It looks like a glass case, nestled in where the ribcage would be on a normal monster, and inside there rests a pulsing red light that hurts his eyes if he looks at it too long. The glow reflects off his own metal flesh, as 1S cautiously reaches out towards it.]

[dustless]

//lol man. i like both but i think i'm gonna go with 2 here! ofc tell me if you want anything changed~//

[They go to Toriel when it first starts, since it doesn't seem that weird. It's just...aches. In their head, under their skin, in their bones, and her healing magic soothes it without much trouble.]

[But it doesn't stop, and they stop talking about it, because then Toriel will get worried, and she has enough on her plate with her school and with grudgingly assisting Asgore until Frisk is old enough to be ambassador by themselves. Besides, just looking it up on the Internet makes it seem like it's growing pains, that their insides are growing just a little faster than outside, and there's not much to be done about that.]

[So they go to Papyrus. And he helps! But it doesn't soothe them as much. They guess it's because he isn't actually a Boss Monster, and his magic is weaker than their mom's. It doesn't take long for him to get worried, too, even if he tries to hide it, just acting even friendlier than he usually is.]

[...and even if they were wondering whether they should really hide stuff from Papyrus, their skin starts falling off.]

[It's just little patches, but it's still horrible, and itchy, and terrifying. They should see a doctor, a real one, or maybe even Alphys, but they've been hiding it for so long--months by then--that they don't want to tell anyone; the thought is more terrifying than wandering the Underground ever was.]

[...They go to Woshua, who's living at the foot of Mt. Ebott still. They're desperate, and he's good at secrets, and knows how to heal, and knows how to clean. And he does clean them, cleans more and more flakes of skin right off them, leaving raw patches of weird texture under it, and he's more concerned with the mess it is than the fact that it's happening at all.]

[It becomes a regular event every few days. A bus ride that way, a dragging walk up the trail to the super tidy little cabin he and his bird lives in, gets a wash, gets a heal, goes back home in only a couple hours. The skin issue stays under their clothes, mostly. And they've gotten good at not showing they hurt when they do.]

[Until one day...one day, it hurts more than usual. They need to pull the hood of a new jacket up over their head, 'cause their face starts itching on the bus. Their legs tremble once they get off the bus, enough that they hear the bus driver idling to worriedly watch them until Frisk forces their legs to work right until they hit the trail.]

[They make it three minutes up before the pain is enough to make them cry, and the flakes are peeling off their face and under their clothes and their bones feel like lead and the top of their skull feels like it's going to c r a c k open from the inside out.]

[Not even halfway up the path, they make it ten more agonizing minutes before their body gives out and they slam headfirst into the dirt.]

[Frisk doesn't feel much anything after that.]