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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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[anything's fine with me, with a preference for parasitic, cybernetic, and lovecraftian. let's pick out some stuff, or randomly generate, or whatever!]

[anything goes! cybernetic is obviously the best option with mr. cyberguy here but other stuff works with it too, since he does already have robot parts. random or pick your favorite, it's all good.]

[anything's good here too, especially parasitic, cybernetic, lovecraftian, etc., and i'd also really like to play around with post-canon undead liquid, maybe. let's see what happens!]

[Any option is fine! Flagg would probably work best as the one inflicting the body horror, either because the other character pissed him off and he's punishing them, they pledged themselves to him and he's doing what he wants with them, or he's just plain bored.]

[no hive mind, please. Everything else is up for discussion.]

[ yes please, open to anything but 7 or 8, but let's go crazy, i love this meme. ]

[ mostly interested in 1, 2, 4, or 9, though we can chat if there's another idea. ]

( up for inflicting any of the body horror options! ♡ )

[ooc: No to 7-9.]

[ no 7 or 8, please ]

((Open to pretty much everything, but please let me know if something makes you uncomfortable!))

[It had been a very, very long time since any of them had seen or heard from their saniwa. Many had already left, some to return - shaken and scared - and more to never be seen after their backs had left sight of the citadel. No one ever spoke of those who, from dark thoughts or dark intentions, had slowly but surely had their bodies twisted and damaged, had come to look and think more like the retrograding force they'd once fought, had had to be quietly put down by former friends and comrades.

It wouldn't have been so terrible if the corruption was quick, if it swept through the remnants of the citadel overnight. Instead, it would seep slowly into the steel of their being, would manifest in only a few swords at a time, would flicker in and out of being in short bursts, would degrade the mind by simply reducing one to wondering at when it would strike next - and fully.

But just as no one spoke of the plight sweeping over the citadel, no one wanted to believe it was irreversible, no one wanted to be the one to strike down a friend before they'd lost themselves to madness. This, too, led to swords in the early stages of corruption sequestering themselves off, lingering in empty, dusty rooms and the shade of the back porch of the citadel, ghosts of themselves in slow-burning agony.

It was there one could find a one Souza Samonji. He'd been there for some time, not out of any especially strong willpower keeping him cognizant, but because of how little he'd cared from the start. Today saw him sitting outdoors, cup of tea in one hand, the other sitting uselessly in his lap as bits and pieces of what looked to be an enemy tantou shifted under the skin of his arm, breaking through every so often and staining his sleeve with blood. His expression was tired, pained, though at the sound of someone approaching, he'll shift to face them and put on as pleasant a greeting as he can manage.]

Ah-... what is it that... brings you out here...?

[And maybe there's some futile hope that it won't be someone new to the corruption, deep down inside.]

[Nikkari had first noticed a wrong pallor to his skin a few days earlier.

He's inhabited the Citadel long enough now that he knows exactly what that can mean, what it undoubtedly does mean. He's cut down more than one of his fellow warriors because of it.

When the saniwa disappeared, a fair amount of their number had left, and Nikkari hadn't blamed them. Going in search of a neighboring Citadel for shelter or assistance made sense. He had stayed behind, however, certain that someone would have to hold down the fort just in case the saniwa returned, or the government sent someone else to pick up the pieces. Of course, neither had happened, but still he remained, if only to try to retain some order for their own sanity, if nothing else.

Sooner than he would have liked, though, Nikkari became something of an exorcist, only a successful purging in these new times meant his patient ended up broken. Just like those stone lanterns from his past, so long ago. He had assumed it was only natural.

No...the first real sign of something going wrong withing himself had been a few weeks earlier. Errant thoughts of going back in time to find those ghosts before his first self would ever be considered for the job lingered in his head like a stubborn fog. Fantasies he's had on occasion before, questions of what if he had been summoned as an oodachi? What if he had never been tainted by that supernatural trouble?

Before, those fantasies never had answers. Now, he seriously considered trying to figure out a way to manipulate time itself without the saniwa to do it for him. It's just one step further down, he knows, not enough to truly warrant his extermination, but too close nonetheless.

So the last few days he's spent in his room, mulling over options. He could cut off the infection before it spreads deeper and break himself. He could simply leave. He could embrace the temptation and really try to change history.

Nikkari needs time. How much of it he has, he doesn't know, but surely a day won't be too much to ask for. Which is how he finds himself in the back of the Citadel, though he had expected it to be abandoned.

How silly of him. Upon seeing Souza - and that bloody sleeve - Nikkari raises one corner of his shiroshouzoku to his mouth, barely hiding his signature smile. He may be going all wrong, but he can still be himself for now.]

Perhaps I am adventuring. So much can change in a day and I haven't been out here in quite a few.

(ooc: Apollo finally does something besides house Ganymede? Do any of these options appeal to you?)

[An initial glance had told him little. A closer look betrayed Nikkari's lies.

Perhaps he was adventuring. Perhaps he wanted to see what had changed of this little-visited part of their crumbling little world since the last time he'd been there.

Perhaps he wanted a few last fleeting moments to think to himself, dashed on finding another weary soul.

His pallor told Souza everything, even if that was the only outward physical indication of his change, as yet. The plague of their abandoned had spread to their merry exorcist, their executioner, and in some ways it felt like that was truly the beginning of the end of the end.

He could at least pretend as though nothing was wrong with him, though, and he sets his teacup aside so he can push himself to his feet, so he can turn to face him, even if that clearly bloodied arm hung at his side, then, fingertips twitching every so often, sending splatters against the lower parts of his kimono instead of simply letting his blood drip to the ground consistently - worryingly. His own coloring was ethereally pale, a shade more lively than ghostly, but only just.

And he'll still pretend as though this was any other meeting.]

And... have you found any... changes of note, Nikkari?

[Nikkari's eyes follow Souza's movements as he stands, then drift down to focus on the dripping blood. All he does is watch, unsure of how badly that bleeding affects Souza, though the paleness of his skin is its own damning evidence.

He lets his hand drop to his own side and he stands there for a moment, considering. And then he tilts his head slightly to the side, still smiling. Always smiling.]

I'm afraid I've discovered you to be as dreary as ever, Souza-san.

[He steps off of the engawa into the ill-tended yard. Grass and weeds grow taller around his feet than they ever had when the saniwa was around and wildflowers mix in with the carefully cultivated gardens. There's a general sense of this place going feral. And yet, it's still beautiful in its way. Less structured, more dangerous. A different way to look at something.]

The great outdoors don't seem to mind so much.

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[ Homura is so very tired of all these magical girls. ]

[ All she wants to do is safeguard her best friend's happiness, even if it means sealing her in what amounts to a gilded birdcage. But she can't go one day without someone breaking free of Homura's memory alteration and trying to defeat her, while criticizing everything she's done. Because shattering the law of cycles is evil, breaking the universe is wrong, changing peoples' memories is invasive and horrible, becoming the devil incarnate while remaking all of reality to suit her selfish whims is bad... et cetera, et cetera. ]

[ So she's in a foul mood as she faces down Sailor Venus, skeletal wings spread wide and dark magic saturating the very air. Homura bears a few marks from her fight against the other Sailor Senshi- no small feat, given her sheer power- but it isn't enough to stop her. ]

I've already defeated your teammates. You're the only one left. This is your last warning: stop fighting, and surrender.

[The battle had been difficult, but still they'd fought. One by one they'd fallen, but still the others fought. And now Venus stands alone, her clothing torn, her body bearing the marks of the fight thus far, but still...she will fight. The sacrifice of the others must not be in vain.]

I will not.

[Her voice is hard and fierce, her eyes burning as she glares defiance up at her opponent. With hands that tremble from fatigue she clutches the glowing gold chain that serves as her weapon, then snaps it out, whip-like.]

Venus Love and Beauty Shock!

[There should have been a blast of energy accompanying the chain as she attacks. There had been, earlier. But now, drained as she was, the attack was visibly weak, dimmed and almost tenuous.]

[ Of course. Of course her enemies are paragons of what magical girls should be, all futile courage and stubborn defiance and pretty ideals, without nary a Faustian bargain in sight. An endless parade of love and justice, the spiteful legacy of a certain blue-haired swordswoman at her very worst. ]

[ Frustration and bile rises in Homura's throat, and something comes unhinged in her already-unstable mind, her cold demeanor giving way to barely restrained fury. The devil strides forward, shattering Venus's attack with a vicious backhand. A careless gesture with her other hand, and magic wraps around the battered forms of the other Senshi, knocking them out cold or keeping them that way. ]

Why? Why won't you just leave me alone?

[ Homura keeps advancing on the last one standing, her heels clicking against the floor. ]

[The golden chain scatters into a multitude of rose-shaped links, their light dimming into nothing as Sailor Venus staggers with the backlash. Fear flickers through her as her last attack is deflected so easily, fear for herself but mostly for her fallen friends, for what will happen to them when she herself falls?]

[She forces herself to straighten, though, refusing to give even the semblance of surrender to her opponent. Her shoulders stiffen despite her trembling knees, fire still burning in her blue eyes.]

Because you're wrong! What you're doing, it...it isn't right! You need to stop!

[ Homura looks at Venus and sees everything: her fear, her courage, her fatigue, her refusal to back down. Long ago, she might have felt a sort of grudging respect for her fellow magical girl's brave tenacity. Now, the devil has no room in her heart for anything but bitter frustration, and Venus's burning gaze is met with cold fury. ]

Do you think I don't know that? Do you really think I don't have my reasons, or that I can stop?

[ Homura slows to a stop, keeping just out of reach, and does... something. The devil doesn't move a muscle, but reality itself seems to start twisting against the magical girl, subjecting her to a sort of unpleasant pressure. Homura has something different in mind for Venus. ]

If you won't understand, then I'll just have to make an example out of you.

But you can--

[There were so many things Venus could have said. So many things the others might have said, if given the chance. Words of hope, offers of help. There was always another way, something better, something not twisted and selfish and wrong.]

[But she cuts herself off at the feeling of intangible pressure, her skin prickling with unease. Something isn't right. She hadn't heard anything, seen any indication of an attack, but...the words only increase her apprehension.]

[She casts a swift glance toward her fallen companions, then back again. She has nothing left to fight, no way to defend herself. All her resources are drained.]

Spare them. Please. Do what you must, only...let them be. They might be able to help you.

I don't need anyone's "help." Everything is as it should be.

[ Stating that as if for her own benefit, Homura's petulant anger suddenly drains away, leaving only a sort of weary annoyance- a startling mood swing as indicative of instability as any tantrum. She carelessly waves a hand as if to brush away Venus's words, and an invisible force lays out the fallen magical girls into neat rows. ]

Of course I'll spare them- they just won't remember a thing. You should be more worried about yourself.

[ As if on cue, the pressure against Venus will shift into a painful itch on her ears as Homura enforces her will onto the fabric of reality- beginning to change their shape, making them somewhat pointed. And then there's the itch at the base of her spine, which can't be anything good. ]

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