BODY HORROR/TRANSFORMATION MEME

[darkslayer]

For whatever reason, you're changing. Maybe you just drank a goofy potion and became an animal. Maybe you were put under a curse and need to find a way to reverse it, otherwise you'll be trapped as a monster forever. Maybe you've always been this way, or maybe you want to play out the whole shebang of slow, torturous transformation/body horror. This meme can be as dark or as light-hearted as you prefer.

THERE'S NO PROMPTS BECAUSE I'M A LAZY SHIT BUT: Please specify in the comments if you'd prefer to avoid body horror content! Also try to avoid leaving your comments blank and toss out some ideas or potential scenarios you'd like to work with.

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[packalpha]

It is not a wound, nor an infection. [Usually he's reluctant to touch others, but Ratonhnhaké:ton makes the exception just this once, reaching to brush his fingers over one of the lumps.]

...Something is growing here.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[Oh, good. Desmond closes his eyes and relaxes. Then the touch, and those words. The stimulation of fingers makes him stiffen--it's his imagination. Nothing just...moved... That would be...

He swallows down the wave of nausea that just roiled his stomach. A parasite? Some kind of insect? Ugh, that just made it worse. That, and the smell of wet feathers, which even he can smell now.]

...Get it out. [He's trying to keep a lid on his panic, he really is.]

[packalpha]

Would that be wise?

[It would be extremely painful, not to mention dangerous, since they don't know what they're dealing with. He seems to be seriously considering it, though, glancing back to where his hidden blade bracers have been left beside the bed.]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

I just felt something move. What if it's... some kind of bug in there, or a parasite, or...

[He doesn't know what the past had in terms of horrible ways to die aside from grievous bodily injury from canonballs, and gangrene. Which...might make cutting into him a bad idea after all. Desmond ignored the screaming pain in his shoulders as he reached for the back of his shirt, pulling it off so Connor could get a better look.

Well, there's no signs of bugs. But there are feathers. White ones, ringed with dark gray bands. A gyrfalcon's feathers, from the back of his neck to the small of his back. And two bony protrusions beginning to take form on his shoulder blades.]

[packalpha]

[...Well. That confirms the weird smell.]

Desmond. [Seeing is believing, Ratonhnhaké:ton thinks, so without warning he yanks a feather from Desmond's back and moves to show it to him.] These are what is growing on your back. There are bones that should not be there, as well.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[That is definitely far more painful than having a hair pulled out. Desmond yelps, and is in the process of trying to turn around to give the guy an earful when he sees the feather. Sweat-dampened and a bit scraggly. He stares at it like it's an affront to nature.]

...What the hell is happening to me? [He looks pleadingly at Connor. The guy knows way more about this kind of thing than Desmond does. Surely he can figure it out?]

[packalpha]

[Ratonhnhaké:ton might be more knowledgeable about this kind of thing, but even he hasn't seen something like this before. His powers enable complete transformations at will, never slow, painful processes.]

You've done nothing that may have caused it? It has simply happened of its own accord?

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[He gave Connor a scathing look. It's either this, or panicking, and panicking isn't going to be much of a help to either of them.]

Yeah. I've deliberately cast a spell that would have given me fucking feathers. Of course not! I just woke up like this.

[packalpha]

[The sarcasm earns Desmond a flat, unimpressed stare. Please stop.]

I could pluck the feathers off, but it may be better to wait until they are not pinfeathers, or you will bleed. [A lot.] As for the bones that seem to be growing from your shoulderblades, perhaps a surgeon could remove them...?

[Personally, he wouldn't risk it. 18th century surgeons aren't exactly known for their painless and effective methods.]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[Desmond buries his face in both hands, eyes scrunched shut. He's still trying to make sense of all this. He has feathers. And he's a good idea of what is growing from his shoulders might be.]

I'd probably die a horrible death. Goddamn, the doctors here need a fast-track to penicillin... [And standard medical practices, for that matter. Like washing your hands.]

So you have no idea...? What it is? How to fix it?

[packalpha]

[Should he even bother asking what penicillin is? Probably not.]

If you have not invoked a spirit that could grant you the power to change, I do not know what else it could be. Perhaps Oiá:ner could have told you, but... she is gone.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

[His shoulders feel heavier than they already do. This...isn't exactly going to help him get back to his own time. How would he explain any of it?]

...then...what should I do? I'm at a complete loss here.