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Snowblind Moderators ([personal profile] snowblindmods) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2018-10-27 03:28 pm

[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough
cahooted: (25)

cw: body horror/parasitism

[personal profile] cahooted 2018-12-16 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Why can't you just accept that I'm good at this? I've got 22 degrees! I know what I'm doing! Just look at these plants, I made them! I can save this town!

[It's angry and petulant but also uncomprehending, almost like a child that doesn't get his way.]

I'll prove it to you!

[He turns towards John, the flowers on his shoulders opening, spewing more outgrowths and pollen, spreading them everywhere, on arms, legs, face.

He also yanks the umbrella out of Mycroft's shoulder only to ram it right back in. Like you even deserve his flowers.

Only then Sherlock's feet ram into him and his head snaps back. He stumbles back, sputtering, more out of shock than actual effect.]


D-did you... did you just kick me in the face!? You're such a jerk!

[As suspected, the vines tighten around Sherlock's throat and Flynn pulls him up by the neck only to slam him back down into the icy ground.]
jumpthegun: (sad | grieving)

cw: body horror/parasitism, eye horror

[personal profile] jumpthegun 2018-12-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[John Watson is a brave man, someone who is cool under pressure. He is also a human being, though, and roots burrowing into his skin, through flesh and bone, through his eyes? That's too much for him. By the time panic wraps it's far enough around his mind to just start screaming in pain, the roots have already pierced through his neck in multiple places. The sound is choked, his body convulses, and the last thing he sees before a vine pushes its way in through his remaining eye is Sherlock, trying to kick.

The doctor reaches a hand toward his friend as best he can, but the roots and greenery curl around him. Small flowers begin to sprout as John goes still.]
Edited 2018-12-16 23:50 (UTC)