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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 by

teal_deer.

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[...Ugh. No. Why. Can't he just go up on the dumb roof and ~~fall off it~~ leave Ichi alone for one day?? He even managed to bring an unusual number of cats home today... hope you're up for an utterly disparaging look, Karamatsu.]

Yeah... no witnesses.

[The dark comment kind of loses its force as Ichi takes in a breath and... immediately breaks into a coughing fit, however. That's strange. He actually feels a little short of breath, but it's not like he's exerting himself or anything...]

[You say that like he isn't well used to Ichimatsu's disparaging looks by now! He'd be concerned if he received anything else from his fourth brother.

The coughing is new, though, and has Karamatsu's train of thought shifting before he can actually respond.]

Are you feeling alright?

[Ichi did have a lot of that nasty sushi, after all...but that wouldn't make him cough, would it? And if he were allergic, he figures he'd be dead by now.]

Fine, Shittymat...su...

[But the last bit comes out in a wheeze, and Ichimatsu's eyes widen as he realizes he's actually starting to have trouble breathing. A hand goes to his throat - there's something odd about the texture of his skin there; it feels... loose?

One of the cats looks up from licking at his fingers, confused, as he staggers to his feet. But his legs are strangely weak, and they buckle under him, sending him crashing face-first back to the floor.

Yep, he's TOTALLY FINE all right.]

[The shift is so quick and so sudden that Ichimatsu is on the floor before Karamatsu can even think about reacting. And for a moment too long he just stares at his brother collapsed in front of him, as if trying to process what just happened.

...and then, it clicks that this is Not Normal behavior, even for one as socially inept as Ichimatsu is.]

B-Brother!?

[Karamatsu falls down to one knee, his hands automatically reaching for Ichimatsu's shoulders before they still in midair, drawing back slightly. Ichimatsu isn't one to be touched lightly, but he isn't sure what else to do.

Shit shit, his hands were at his throat. Is he choking?!]

[He certainly sounds like he's choking, especially as he gives another wheezing cough. He's pulling in air but... it's not working. It's not doing anything. Ichimatsu's mind is quickly going hazy at the lack of oxygen, and his body seems to be screaming only one thing at him...]

Wa... water...

[Water! Why water?? He's not even thirsty! But for some reason, all he can think about is water...

His hands scrabble unconsciously at his throat, and the loosened skin is actually starting to pull and peel off, revealing strange red lines and an unusual texture underneath.]

[Karamatsu is no doctor, but he's pretty sure that a choking person- one who is seriously choking- wouldn't actually be able to speak. But the request for water has him up on his feet sure enough, and he's calling over his shoulder as he turns to dart toward the kitchen.]

Hang on! Hang on, I'll- I've got it!

[Fortunately, he turns away just as Ichimatsu's skin starts to pull away, leaving one less thing for Karamatsu to be distracted and subsequently horrified by, no doubt delaying the water for even longer.

But he does return soon enough, glass of water in hand with droplets dripping down his arm and off his elbow onto the floor. He resumes his position at Ichimatsu's side, one hand unconsciously reaching out to try and help him sit up while he hands the glass to him.]

[Some part of Ichimatsu is foggily convinced that Karamatsu is going to accidentally bring him hot sauce instead or something, but no, there he is with the glass of water, and it seems like pathetically little water. But he drops a shred of dead skin and grips it with trembling hands anyway, bolting it down in one go.

The relief and brief rush of oxygen is heavenly enough that it takes him a few long moments to realize that water wasn't actually swallowed. In fact, it gushed straight through those slowly growing slits in his neck, bursting the loose skin there that hadn't already been broken.

He stares down at his soaked hoodie, thoroughly confused, before his body starts reminding him again that it can't breathe. No, no, that didn't work, he doesn't know what's going on, and he's terrified. He takes another rattling gulp of air - this one almost sounding like a sob - to no avail, clawing again at his raw neck and shaking in a panic.]

K-Karamatsuuuuuuu-!

[BECAUSE OF COURSE THIS IS HIS FAULT, SOMEHOW]

Hueehhh!?!

[Guess who finally just saw Ichimatsu's new...ah, development? If you guessed the grown man who just made a noise that sounded like a cross between a wheeze and a choked scream, then you would be correct. He actually jerks back when the water suddenly gushes out of Ichimatsu's neck and out onto his hoodie, some of it splashing onto the carpet and very narrowly missing Karamatsu's jeans. He let go of Ichimatsu as well, his hands hovering at his sides and trembling as he fights to figure out what to do.

What the hell is even happening!? Ichimatsu is dying on the floor, right here in front of him, and he has absolutely no idea what to do about it.

So, naturally, he implores the person currently suffering for some sort of answer.]

Ichimatsu, what do you need!? Speak to me!

[If Karamatsu looks especially closely, he'll see that even the shade of Ichimatsu's skin - or rather, whatever's happening underneath that first layer of skin - is changing too. Deathly pale in some areas, darkening in others, almost in... stripes?

Meanwhile, Ichimatsu is pretty sure his will to survive hasn't been this strong since he was a kid. Is he so low that he'll even beg Karamatsu for help while suffocating for no apparent reason? Apparently yes, yes he is, because he's still got this nagging urge for water and the next thing he knows, he's grabbing his brother's collar in desperation.]

R-river... can't... bre...athe... need more...

[Need more...]

What...?

[Karamatsu mutters stiffly under his breath, gritting his teeth when Ichimatsu suddenly surges forward, grabbing at his collar with both hands. This wasn't working, Ichimatsu is getting worse and he's no closer to the solution than he was a moment ago. What is he missing?

He thinks back on what just happened. He wanted water, and the second he gave it to him, it escaped through his neck of all things (which he tries not to think about too hard, his stomach already starting to turn on top of everything else), and...

In that moment, a switch seems to flip in Karamatsu, and without warning he's shoving both hands beneath his brother, scooping him up in one quick motion without another word. Ichimatsu will have plenty of time to kill him later for this if he doesn't die, but right now he can afford to hesitate. Once Ichimatsu is in his arms- bridal style- and he's standing, Karamatsu turns and charges out of the room and hangs an immediate left toward not the exit, but the bathroom.

Doing what he wants to do isn't easy, but he didn't think this through and he doesn't have the time to change his mind. He props one foot up on the edge of the bathtub so he can grip Ichimatsu with one arm firmly around his middle, giving his other room to reach out and quickly turn on the faucet as high as he dares.

He doesn't think to plug the bathtub. Once the water's going, he shoves Ichimatsu unceremoniously right into it.]

Edited 2016-03-05 04:59 (UTC)

[Ichimatsu isn't exactly in any state to protest - at the moment, anyway - and can only sputter and flail as he's dumped straight under the running water. That water is a godsend, however, and before he can register it he's gulped several mouthfuls through his... neck... again. Oh, oh he can breathe. Sort of. This isn't very comfortable, but he lies there in a daze anyway. Not like he's ever let discomfort stop him before.

That's when he realizes the tub isn't filling, and really, how stupid can his brother be??]

Uuuugh... Shittymatsu... the drain...

[Ichimatsu mutters it as he throws an arm over his eyes, wondering how long he's going to suffer this... whatever this weird condition is. Hopefully not too much longer, and then he can throttle Karamatsu properly.]

[Drain...? Oh, right!

Karamatsu falters for just a moment before reaching down past Ichimatsu, groping blindly until he finds the stopper to plug the drain with. Of course, that leads him to getting his entire hoodie sleeve wet all the way up to his shoulder, but it wasn't like he wasn't already damp from carrying Ichimatsu. He takes a step back once that's done, sortof just surveying with his expression hard to read as he catches his breath. It's all a lot to take in, given the fact that his brother's neck is gaping in places with water gushing from the slits...but he doesn't seem to be struggling to breathe anymore, at least.]

[Okay, there. THERE we go, and as the water starts to fill, Ichimatsu rolls over onto his side so he can just lazily suck the water in as it reaches his mouth. In, out, like normal breathing, only completely weird. Why the fuck is he suddenly breathing like a fish?? Why does he have these... are these GILLS, on his neck?? He reaches up to touch them again - ah, they're really sensitive - but then pulls away as he realizes his hands feel strange, too.

Oh. They've got webbing growing between the fingers. No wonder. No, wait, what the fuck?? This is not his day!!

His entire body is starting to tingle and itch and feel strange the more the water fills up around him, and he mutters darkly to himself, starting to squirm around and attempt to get his clothes off. They're soaked through, and feel super gross, and every time he moves more dead skin sloughs off in the water and he just wants it all gone. Even if that means the... the scales underneath are shining through in all their glory.]

[This is so weird. Karamatsu has seen weird things in his life. But this? This is up there, daresay takes the cake even. He takes another step back away from the tub as it fills with water, his damp arm already starting to grow uncomfortably cold as water drips apathetically off his fingers onto the floor. But all he really can do is stare at Ichimatsu as he squirms out of his clothes. It's the skin that's really getting him, but it's like watching a train wreck.

...but then...then Karamatsu catches sight of something glimmering beneath the surface of the water, and once he sees it, it somehow makes everything a bit more bearable. He blinks a few times, and when he speaks it's without thinking as the tub becomes half full with water.]

Beautiful...

[He heard that, he's almost entirely underwater now but HE HEARD THAT. He kicks a spray of water in Karamatsu's general direction as he hurls his soaked pants at him indignantly, popping up to lean over the side of the tub.]

Oi! What was that, Shittymatsu??

[...Well, Ichi seems to be getting his vigor back, at least. He sinks lower again to breathe after that outburst, but keeps his glare fixed on Kara. The new, fishy texture of his skin and the striped patterns on it are apparent now, a deep purple against white. And... well, he's really only moving his upper body around, trying to ignore what feels like his spine wrenching around and his legs going numb. It's painful as anything, but to him, that's not necessarily a bad thing. He's mostly just upset and confused at why this is happening at all, and Kara's a very, very convenient target at the moment.]

[Karamatsu opens his mouth to reply at the exact wrong moment, nearly catching Ichi's pants in his teeth when he takes them directly to the face. He staggers back with a muffled gurgle, reaching up to quickly peel them off and let them plop audibly to the floor. Well, so much for not getting soaked in this endeavor...]

It's, ah...you're...

[He trails off, lifting a hand to point vaguely in Ichimatsu's direction. The scales are new, just one additional oddity to add to the pile. He's not sure how this could get worse, but if he said that aloud he'd probably jynx it.]

...shining.

[/smooth]

[Ichimatsu grinds his teeth, deciding that the absolute LAST thing he needs today is to turn into a Karamatsu magnet on top of a... fish... thing. He lets out a low growl before dumping his hoodie over the edge of the tub as well, then gesturing with a striped, scaly arm.]

Oi, Karamatsu.

Come closer.

[Now, normally after bringing Ichimatsu's ire upon themselves, the other five brothers know when to leave well enough alone. Karamatsu is included in that, even though he has the tendency to let things stretch farther than they can or should. His siblings would call him dense, but he just likes to give them the benefit of the doubt, and Ichi is no exception. It's different here as well because he was near death just moments ago. What if he needs something...?

Not to mention...he sortof wants to get a closer look at those scales, whatever they are.

So, Karamatsu edges a bit closer to the side of the tub, leaning his weight forward on the balls of his feet to try and get a better look at Ichimatsu. The fact that he's jerked all of his clothes off doesn't bother him (after all, they visit the bathhouse constantly together, it's nothing), but the scales and webbing and gills...that part's still a little freaky.]

Are you...okay, Brother?

[Even moreso now, there's a dorsal fin slowly freeing itself from the peeling skin on Ichimatsu's back, and it's... kind of hard to tell what's going on with his lower body under the water. There definitely seems to be more mass down there than there should be, and it's all striped like the rest of him and twitches and shudders every so often. There's something starting to grow out from under his chin now too, long and thin - whiskers?

But Kara won't get to gawk for long, because the instant he's close enough, Ichimatsu grabs his arm, yanks him forward, and bites that arm as hard as he possibly can, with teeth that probably were not that sharp a short while ago.

Hey, maybe if he's lucky, this works like werewolves and Kara can suffer with him. If not, that was satisfying to do anyway.]

[There's just a second of delay as Karamatsu is jerked forward by Ichimatsu, stumbling but somehow managing to stay on his feet long enough for Ichi to chomp his arm. He doesn't even get a chance to get a real good look at him, not really, because the shock of the bite hits him like a slap to the face, followed by a wash of pain as those teeth dig straight through his sleeve and into his arm.

He shouts, loud enough that it echoes in the bathroom as he struggles to get away, one foot planted on the side of the tub while he pulls at his arm, screaming all the while.]

AAAH AI-AI AI AI-!! ICHIMAAATSU WHAT THE HELL!!?!?

Heheheh.

[With that, Ichi vanishes back under the water - which should probably be shut off soon if they don't want it to overflow - and there's a brief, visible flick of a tailfin as he turns.

Once completely under, he takes a moment to really look at himself. It's hard not to notice the whiskers - they're EXTREMELY sensitive and basically giving him constant feedback about the boundaries of the tub's confines. Is he... some kind of catfish, then?

Honestly, he has NO idea how to feel about that. Tormented, maybe? Yeah. Tormented is good. It's not even like he doesn't like small, enclosed spaces, but being stuck here already feels cramped. Why him?? Why a fish?? He's supposed to be the one that turns into a cat, dammit! Can he even still do that now? Well, he's not going to try while underwater, that's for sure...

Ichi swims in a few idle circles before poking his head back up above the surface, just to see what Karamatsu is doing now. Whimpering pathetically, he hopes.]

[When Ichimatsu lets him go, the end result is Karamatsu predictably falling flat on his ass. He clutches his soaking wet arm to his chest, though now he imagines some of that dampness to be blood. Maybe. That was a pretty hard bite, sharper than he would've thought...he doesn't check to see how bad or not it is, instead just sitting on the cold tile as the water gushing from the faucet continues to burble into the tub. Distantly, Karamatsu thinks that he should turn it off before they flood the bathroom, so he starts to lean forward, reaching out and aiming to rock his weight forward to stand.

...he never makes it that far. In fact, his arm only makes it halfway before his body seems to seize up, forcing him to sit back again. He works his jaw, lifting his hand to scratch the side of his neck, feeling a faint but growing itchiness there that he can't explain. The pain isn't quite at the forefront but still very much there, his arm throbbing enough to remind him of it.

When Ichi resurfaces, he'll hear Karamatsu making some sort of noise, but it's not quite whimpering. It's a hollow gasping, soft at first until his hand stops scratching and instead grips at his neck, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. He coughs, shaking his head and opening his mouth again...then shaking his head a second time before his other hand twitches to his neck, fingers curling against the skin there as well.]

[Ah. Well. THAT'S familiar. Ichi ponders letting him sit there and suffer for a moment... a long moment. Probably long enough to let him sit there and suffer. He reaches up and turns the water off himself, still considering it...

Ah, fuck it. He wants to see this asshole survive long enough to suffer through the whole thing, right? So, he hefts himself out of the water enough to hook his arms under Karamatsu's, then pulls him wholesale into the tub with him.

Once in the water, he pushes Karamatsu against the side of the tub, smirking.]

Karamatsu, Karamatsu... how's it feel?

[Karamatsu can't breathe, but there's enough air left for him to yelp when Ichimatsu suddenly drags him into the tub. He doesn't have the concentration nor energy required to fight it, so he ends up sitting there completely clothed, hoodie, jeans, and all. Not like he wasn't nearly soaked already.

Now he's in the water that he suddenly so desperately needs, so he doesn't answer Ichi at all at first as he just completely dunks his head beneath the water, causing it to splash up over the edge of the tub and onto the floor as he takes in huge mouthfuls to try and satiate this sudden requirement. The act of drinking what is literally bathwater doesn't occur to him as strange in the moment, but once he feels that the water isn't drowning him but instead actually going into his lungs before being breathed out again...well, that's cause for some panic. The skin on his neck has begun to loosen a lot more quickly due to his forceful attempts to breathe. A little too forceful as he resurfaces and starts choking again. Already the skin has begun to peel back on one side, revealing similar stripes on his neck that flare angrily at the open air.]

I-Ichi...mat..s...

[He attempts before having to go back down again, coughing and wheezing and just generally having a terrible time. Exactly what Ichimatsu wanted. Instead of the stripes though...Karamatsu's skin is already starting to show hints of a rather garish hue that's just starting to peek through as he struggles against the confines of his own clothing.]

[HERE KARA, LET HIM HELP YOU. Ichi is possibly a little too entertained as he follows his brother under, helping him roughly yank those obnoxious clothes off and dragging clawed hands across that peeling skin. It's probably a little too rough, and he definitely draws some blood, but to him that's the entire point. How's that, Kara?? Painful??? You should like it just fine then! That creepy grin never leaves Ichimatsu's face.

Flaying skin off his brother! Yay! Hope you don't mind the gigantic striped tail circling around you either, Kara. What you're about to become is on full display, here.]

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Getting Ichi to properly communicate: challenge of the century

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