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bakerstreet2012-08-25 02:11 pm
thatsright) wrote in bakerstreet2012-08-25 02:11 pm
body horror meme
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 byteal_deer.
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.
Aahh, sorry, got sidetracked by a conversation.
Her skin tingles, alive as if electrified, where his tentacles glide over her skin. She has never been touched in so many places at once, before, the sensation of it all overwhelming. Her hips roll with the undulations of him inside of her, riding and writhing against him, urging him deeper, harder, rougher, more...!. Her mouth plays with the slender appendage as if it were his tongue--she would be kissing him ravenously, if he had proper lips. Her hands move and slide along him, touching as much of him as she can, fingers wrapping around him as her pleasure begins to gradually build and she needs to hold onto something, as he makes her body his playground.
That's okay, I got distracted by delicious delicious dinner
While Gustave follows her lead and fucks her, merciless at her own urging, the alien presence dips deeper into her mind, and while it does not feel human emotions, there's something rather like surprise there, as she writhes and demands ever more from his host. There are no words, he does not speak human words, even mind to mind, but he is curious about her as well, and that curiousity seeps into her brain and blood and soul, like breath fogging a mirror.
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Gustave! Gustave...!
Feeling the creature from the stars pressing close to her mind, she gives in to impulse, reaching to share the sensations with it as well. What is it? Can it feel, can it share this? Has it been as alone as the Core had been, as solitary and silent as well? What are you?
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The touch of it's mind, more directly, is alien and terrifying on a deep, deep level, but so too, perhaps, is the Core. It is something vast and horrible and ancient, under her skin, and even if she is not afraid, she will understand why Gustave screamed until his voice broke at it's touch. Even she will never be the same for it, though it stays separate from her. Gustave is to be it's avatar, but she? She will be it's priestess, and protector and, through Gustave, lover. Even her mind cannot handle more than a brush of it's without succumbing as Gustave did, and joining the roiling flesh on the floor, but that is what an intermediary is for, after all. So it simply touches her, as she rolls, hard, over the edge, samples her pleasure and is tender with her, as it understands something like tenderness.
Whether she will find it tender, as her mind is torn into, even for a moment, has yet to be seen.
Gustave, as the intermediary, is momentarily both the most important part of this triangle, and likely forgotten, but he reaches his peak as well, driven by her desire and by his own, and the tentacles don't exactly have as obvious an orgasm as he would in human form, but everything, all across and in inside her body, is suddenly, markedly, slicker, as the tendrils reach a fever pitch and then... quiet.
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After a long moment, she shifts against him, stretching a bit among Gustave's coils as her hammering heart begins to slow. Letting the tentacle that had been in her mouth slip back out, she moans his name softly, breathlessly, lovingly. To think that all this time, she'd thought she'd been preparing to die... and really she's been preparing for this. She'd thought she was going to give herself to Glen. She'd thought then that he was a bit of a monster--at least as much of one as her... And now, here she is, and she can't help but believe that it was a thousand times better than what would've happened if she'd set aside her virginity as planned. How many would have gone crazy, from all of this?
The next thing she knows, her voice is rising in delighted, half-delirious laughter.
Well... Maybe she has a little, too. If she'd been sane, in the first place.
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He joins her laughter when he pulls back, and his is definitely a little... unhinged, but it's also happy, and he pulls her down into the mass of flesh now coating the floor as though it's a bed.
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Even with her long history of asserting herself in the lives and personal spaces of others, it's rare for a person to get past her own walls. She's never felt this connection, this at ease, with another being. Before tonight, it might have terrified her, but given the way it had all begun and the terrifying, glorious frenzy that had followed, the feel of his mind nestled just as surely as his body against hers is a balm.
With another, soft laugh, she trails her fingers savoringly across his chest, familiarizing herself with this more human facet of his form.
"If this is our beginning," she murmurs, nuzzling under his chin, "I can't help looking forward to whatever comes next."
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