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Luna Lovegood ([personal profile] creidim) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-04-09 04:31 pm

open | lights are on but nobody's home

Who: Luna Lovegood @creidim + you!
What: April catch-all + Luna falling into end-stage Corruption and eventually Beasthood.
When: The month of April.
Where: Gaze, The Farther Shores, Willful Machine + Trenchwood.

Content Warnings: Warnings in individual prompts; some threads will contain gore + character death.
Notes: Information on Luna's Corruption / Beasthood can be found here.
Beast!Luna art for reference. cw: animal skull





☽ god stood me up and I don't know why | general catch-all — april 1st - april 15th
cw: corruption-related body horror; themes of loss/grief
[ The month of darkness is met with a tense kind of worry. It's much like the month of October in Deerington, and for someone like Luna who has a couple of them under her belt — she's wary of what the month might bring. More for her to worry about, heaped onto her plate that is already much too full. The last six weeks have been difficult, dealing with Maul and Willow's death; worrying over Falco, over Peter and Paimon, and the difficulties of Moss King's games.

She still remains under the effects of Corruption from last month. She looks pale and gaunt. Her eyes glow in the darkness of the endless night: two eerieely pearlescent orbs, without pupils. Her hair hangs limp and oddly, doesn't look much like hair. Sometimes a clump of it that looks more like some strange appendage than anything else might twitch or sway on its own accord. Two deer antlers sprout from her forehead — not growing much more than a very young buck, but quite prominent all the same.

She's... not really had much of a chance to try and get on top of things, and there's plenty more to keep her occupied. John's gone. Much like Diarmuid, he's another person she loves dearly who's returned to the waters. He's left her his shop Ritual Gig over in Willful Machine. And of course, the place is no stranger to her. She knows how to help around, she's done that plenty before here and there. But walking into the place with him gone, she looks like she's at a loss for what to do. There's other visits in the first half of the month, where she'll be minding the shop. If anyone comes looking for John, they'll be met with an eerie but clearly upset-looking witch instead. ]


Oh, sorry— [ She distracted, startled by any new presence in the shop. ] Can I help you—?

[ She'll also be found down at The Farther Shores, staring off into the ocean for what seems like hours. There's been plenty of times she's sat here when Diarmuid left, wondering how he fares out beneath the waves. But here now, there's a deep grief to her as she sits with her knees pulled to her chest. Plenty of people have left her, she's used to people leaving both here and in Deerington — but it doesn't stop it hurting any less. Sometimes there's pains that one just can't seem to get used to. ]

☽ pretty face with pretty bad dreams | corruption — april 16th - april 21st
cw: hopelessness, corruption, body horror, magical violence.
note: luna can be encountered alone, or with the possibilty of Peter / Paimon @possessum with her. contact jhey @skeletals.plurk and i for plotting!

[ It feels like some kind of joke that the witch who loves magical creatures so much should find themselves so cursed by them. She's captivated by the creatures, curious of them — but that curious awe of hers comes with a steep cost. The steady foothold she already has with her own Corruption holds fast, and Luna finds herself drained of hope and swiftly falling into the deeper clutches of it.

As a result, she's far worse in terms of her state of Corruption. Her antlers have grown substantially; points grown tall and sharp as they reach up and outwards. The entirety of hair no longer looks like hair, but strange appendages that looks eeriely similar to that of Moon Presence. Her nails are sharp and claw-like, her eye teeth more pronounced and eyes glow far brighter in the dark.

But most disturbingly is her entire demeanour: those who know Luna will find her cold and indifferent. Her usual dreamy gazes now steely stares. For the times she's out of the house, she meets any interaction with an icy kind of aggression. She will react poorly to those who love and know her well, and actively hostile to anyone who doesn't. Peter and Paimon perhaps remain the sole people she won't actively mistreat, but even then as she travels about the city there's a cold, haughtiness towards them both.

She's quick to use magic on others as she goes about her business; jinxing others out of their way, even poor Trenchies themselves just trying to survive, trying to safely move about in their day to day life. Or even anyone who's caught staring at her worsened state of Corruption will be met with quickly escalating level of violence — some poor person might end up with a stinging hex to the face so they can no longer see. Or she'll jinx people's tongues to the roof of their mouths, hex people's knees to reverse themselves — just about anything to cause a satisfactory amount of misery.

And she dares anyone to come up against her; recklessly fierce as she just about goads people who might want to do anything against she does in retaliation to these perceived slights. Best to leave her alone. Not only will going up against her will end up with the very real threat of dark magic being used upon them, but if Peter's accompanying her, they may have a very angry demon against them, too. ]

☽ no end in sight // the rest you know | beasthood — april 21st - late april
cw: beasthood, minor body horror, possibilities of fatal injuries, magical distraction, possibile injuring via goring or mauling, mention of wild animal death
note: luna can be encountered alone, or with the possibilty of Peter / Paimon @possessum with her. contact jhey @skeletals.plurk and i for plotting!

— closed to clarisse

[ There's certainly no tipping moment that sends her over the edge. It creeps up on her quietly; spent too long in the ends of Corruption. Some slow-paced crawl to something that simply tips when the weight becomes too much. On a rare time she doesn't have Peter or Paimon sticking close to her side, that she's alone while she's out and about in Gaze — she feels suddenly sick and dizzy. Sweat starts to pour from her and she sways on the spot. Something ripples uncomfortably within her, like something's trying to claw its way out from her skin.

She staggers in the street through the dark. The cold, cruel demeanour suddenly breaks, a slither of herself peeking through once more and she gasps loudly. A tiny piece of fear. Whatever it is beneath her skin wants out, her heart beating too hard and too fast in her chest — like it might explode. ]


No, no, no— [ Stop it. Stop it. But she can't stop it, she doesn't know how. She doesn't think she can. She keeps moving forward, staggering on — bumping into people, trying to shove them out of her way. There's a ferociousness to her voice, but even Luna herself isn't sure if it's anger or desperation. ] Move, move—! Now—!

— ota

[ She goes on a full on rampage. There's little reason to her directions at first, simply tearing through the districts of Gaze and then Willful Machine. She's lost in a frenzy of herself, overcome with new sights and sounds and the wildness of herself. Something very raw and feral that careens into buildings and people with little thought.

Her focuses on others are random, for the most part — just whoever seems to get into her path. Those who know her well and have a good relationship might have a chance of stopping her in her tracks for a moment, but not for long. Soon enough the beast part of her takes over once more and she'll be escaping. Anyone she doesn't know well or isn't on friendlier terms will find themselves getting targeted. She'll be meeting them with sharp claws, sharp antlers, and wild blasts of accidental magic. The blasts can damage buildings, or set fire to them; she might shock or burn others who get too close. Best to stay out of her way.

After unleashing carnage around the populated areas of Trench and clashing against others in her path, Luna does eventually leave the city to move towards the quiet districts. She'll head towards the woods of Trenchwood, where it's less busy and there are less people about. She wants to get away from any Hunters and their sharp swords and deadly weapons. Despite all the anger, she is very much like a wild animal — she feels trapped by the buildings, aggravated by seeing people. She wants to be alone. Taking to the woods is a far better option for her, and just about everyone else, really.

She'll exist quietly out here, exploring and resting from her earlier fights, and will be very much placid if left alone. That's not to say she won't attack anyone who dares come near. She'll be tolerant of other beasts, if they're well behaved — and will share her space or latest kill of some poor hapless animal who came across her with them if they're in need of food. But if you're a person, odds are she'll be growling and snorting, her head lowering to brandish her antlers: back off. ]


☽ wildcard

[ something else in mind? i'm open to plotting! closed prompts available. contact @heolstor.plurk or heolstor#5725. plotting comment is here. ]
imaglyphwitch: (stirring up bravery)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-04-24 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Luz DID understand that: after all, Luna was a highly established witch, probably the most well known one next to Willow. But Luz also understood if she let Luna go, she was free to go around hurting more people. She understood that wasn't her fault, that it was corruption, but unlike the monsters, Luna could think and act freely, and she was choosing to hurt others.

"Then I need you to agree not to hurt any more people Luna. They're innocents: they have no idea what's going on. You can't just go around hexing people like this."
grice: (pic#14275831)

[personal profile] grice 2022-04-25 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ he could have run so far— had there been another outcome he was expecting? to safely flee, maybe. now, falco was here: lodged against the mangled hooks of this beast’s antlers, hanging there, feeling the air getting forced out of his lungs and losing the ability to breathe when they’ve already lost pressure within his chest cavity. vileblood pours through his wounds, splatters across the beast’s exposed skull-jaw— he tries to keep his hands, these tiny, green stained hands where the bone has ejected flesh, lung, and pieces of rib. the pain isn’t there at the first second, the first second his body jostles into a silent shock. it ebbed in slowly, agonizingly, and by the time he was forcibly ripped from the antlers by sheer force alone, it builds up, one fatal blow on top of the other: cracked ribs, perforated lungs, mangled guts and fractured limbs. he scream, but nothing squeaks past his throat—

the last thing blurring vision sees is of the beast approaching him. should he wait here? should he die, in favor of keeping his own hand out of this mess? out of harming someone who is also in terrible pain? he doesn’t know what it was, but it was instinct. it was natural. he wanted to live. and to live—

(fight—)

was that his thought? was that what he wanted?

(fight—)

he cannot question the sparks that dance from his bloody frame now; he sees too much red to question it. she harmed him. he would be dead. she would hurt more, kill more— falco’s eyes burst with aggressive fight with the influence of the horror within him, that he was attacked, and in turn, if he wanted to survive, if he wanted to protect others from this fate, including his special little egg, hidden away in trees, then . . .

he had to deliver, in kind.

too close to him, and the beast would feel the scorching heat that built around this boy before he exploded, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. a bolt hits him, a light grows and a nasty sound strikes where his body had laid— there, forming in his place in seconds, in bone, ligament, muscle and feathers, was a beast of his own.

the jaw titan emerges from his will to live and the silence’s influence to fight back. quite the large thing, meters in height and packing his own terrible set of black talons armored with scales, of a bony jaw that wrapped around his face like a natural mask, and two different sets of snapping teeth. falco shrieks and leaps for her with talons flared wide, with his beak jaw unhinged, and aiming to pin her with every force in his new body to the earth she threw him on. ]
threelayers: (02)

Perfect (sorry for the delay there)

[personal profile] threelayers 2022-04-28 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as it picked a target, the game began. Neopolitan was grinning at this point, not recognizing Luna in the slightest and just seeing a challenge. The one that was being lunged at whipped backwards, bending at the knee all the way back, her hand lightly hitting the ground behind her to stabilize as she barely missed getting raked over before deftly rolling to the side. This was the game of 'keep away.' She had to make sure that one of them held the attention and did everything it could to not get hit.

Why?

Oh, that was so that the other could jump in from the other side and try to pound at her with the reinforced umbrella in one hand, slamming with a couple quick blows in rapid succession as she tested both the beast's awareness and sentience, along with its durability. She wasn't opposed to going for a kill in a fight, but she did try to see if there was anything left in there first.]
laruetheday: (you seem more villainous than usual.)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2022-04-29 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clarisse holds onto Luna's shoulders and doesn't let go, even when Luna tries to push her off. She squeezes them, trying to be comforting, to ground Luna here, even when she's already so far gone. She hardly looks human anymore. ]

You're okay, [ she says again, though she doesn't really believe it herself. ] I'm not leaving you, girl.

[ That's something she can do, at least. She can stay. ]
lightthedarkness: (Usagi) (As long as you need me)

[personal profile] lightthedarkness 2022-04-29 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[When Luna takes her hand, she closes her fingers around it, gentle and comforting and just there.]

No, it isn't. [It's interesting the notion of fairness. To some degree, it's wholly human, wanting things to be balanced and equal and just. She understands it, she strives for it, justice, fairness. She gives Luna's hand a gentle squeeze. She knows she can say things that Luna's likely already heard, platitudes to make this somehow be better when there is no way for it to be better.

There will never be a way for this to be fair when hell, the ocean, or Trench seemed to be the only options for John... maybe the ocean seemed the least complicated. It wasn't wrong to want things to be simple. But simple also meant hurting those who you loved, because loving someone and being loved were such complicated things sometimes. She looked out over the horizon. She looked back over to Luna.
] It's alright to be whatever it is you're feeling right now, Luna, even if you don't know what it is you want to feel.
possessum: (no one said a word)

[personal profile] possessum 2022-04-30 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
( The demon doesn't attempt to move out of the way of the punch — not quite knowing to. He's certainly been struck before, more than once, actually.... but physical combat isn't something he's particular accustomed to. He can't quite remember his existence before Peter, but something inside of him knows it was soft and quiet and unassuming; a child. And once, before that — a great king. Not one to engage in combat himself, but one to lead and command legions of spirits to do the fighting.

...Which is to say that he just stands there, and the force of the man's punch is full. It staggers his vessel's body, makes it dizzy. The demon's hands fly to his face with a sharp whine; he doesn't quite react to physical pain as much as a human might, but the attack still upsets him. Blood creeps out of Peter's nose, already slightly crooked due to having been broken once before.

The man is a threat, a huge, huge, threat. He could strike Luna like this, next... which is something Paimon will not allow. A fresh growl ripples in the demon's throat, staved only for those few seconds Luna touches his face (Paimon freezing, unmoving, stopped in his tracks) before her hand lowers and it returns again. And with that growl, he's moving forwards—

—only to be stopped by that pressure to his shoulder. Obediently the demon waits, but it's with every ounce of his willpower, teeth bared like a wolf's, eyes wholly black and murderous. The very energy around him tightens; the air itself seems almost to buzz with a grating static.

She's broken some of the man's bones, tells the man he can choose his punishment, but Paimon's barely hearing it due to the white-hot anger searing in and from himself. He wants to rip, to tear, to claw the man's eyes and tongue out before he can come near his witch and strike her this way. And while he won't disobey her.... he's definitely straining, twitching, seemingly seconds away from losing control of himself. He's making sounds, ragged, wheezing; he's salivating. The tether's about to snap. )
frogfear: (141)

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-05-01 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[She thinks of her conversation with Ford about Stan, who never would have willingly left his family behind. Maybe there was some outside influence involved in John's decision to go as well. Maybe he didn't really want to leave them behind.

Maybe he will still find a way back.]


I don't think everyone who goes back to the ocean really wants to leave, and it doesn't mean it's forever, right? Maybe it's just like a little... squid-cation.
frogfear: (139)

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-05-01 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The wolf rolls with the beast as they rip and tear at each other, snarling, snapping, clawing. She is determined to either drive the creature off, or kill it in the attempt.

The buzz of magic in the air is just a brief warning, enough to catch her attention, but not enough to give her time to spring clear. She's thrown clear the beast by the shock, and hits the pavement in the street on her side with a heavy thud, where she lies still, momentarily stunned by the attack.]
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[personal profile] grice 2022-05-01 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the jaw nimble talons angrily batter with the beast beneath him, attempting to find limbs and crush them beneath a hold but he can’t— she waves them too frantically, and to compensate his own limbs extend against her’s as far as he could go, as much as he could swat at her blade-like claws. it wasn’t working, her limbs were too long, and in this land-preferred version of this boy’s vessel, too short to keep her at bay.

the more she lacerates his abdomen, his chest, anywhere that was soft and lacking in boney armor. the more deep green stains his feathers and falls onto her in thick, steaming splatters. the sweet scent of an entire garden blooming is overwhelming, and hot, suffocatingly so like sitting in a sauna.

for falco, he feels no pain from the damage that the titan takes, but it does limit how much the body can function. he had to get away from the blunt force of her claws, he had to get closer. keep still—! he thinks, shouting in his own head as he sank his saw-edged beak between the space of her neck and shoulder, careful as to not get anything too important, as well as careful not to bite too deep. he doesn’t want to mail her, he wants to stop her before she harms anyone else. once his jaws lock into place, only blasting them off would undo the vice he’s created. he limits the space between them, even if the gore ugly— it’s already steaming to heal, and the temperature as he regenerated was enough to burn a human stuck against it for too long.

keep still, please—! ]
laruetheday: (what a stupid age i am!)

[personal profile] laruetheday 2022-05-08 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Take it.

Clarisse feels her breathing stutter in her chest. There's a fuzzy, barely there memory of her own voice pleading for Bella to take her spear. Before. Before she... ]


I'll take your wand. [ She closes her fingers around the wand and pulls it gently from Luna's grasp. ] But I'm not leaving you.
imaglyphwitch: (staff magic)

[personal profile] imaglyphwitch 2022-05-11 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, Luz had a feeling this was coming. Luna had been generous there, or at least her corrupted self had seemed to be. Still, Luz knew that Luna, REAL Luna, was not going to feel good knowing all of the trouble she caused, so Luz knew she had to at least try to talk her out of this.

Then the spell comes and Luz reflexively used Eda's staff to push back. It was a modification of the barrier spell, which was still slow going, but at least countering with a push with magic was easier than creating a stable barrier that stayed on.

Of course, now she was pretty sure they would get into IT. Luz was making it very clear she didn't want Luna to continue hurting people.
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[personal profile] threelayers 2022-05-11 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[That worked. One of the most dangerous things for Neo could be area of effect moves like this. Thankfully, it was just concussive and not enough to break one of the clones, but it still sent them both leaping/flying backwards only to roll to their feet and shake their head, almost as if in unison. Sometimes it wasn't clear just how much of that motion was duplicated between them, almost like one person acting at the same instant.

Grunting silently, she got to her feet with a shaky gate and brought her umbrella back up. At this point, she was pretty certain it was a sleeper, but she wasn't sure she wanted to use the concealed blade, not just yet. Damnit, she really didn't like how she hesitated these days. It used to be much easier...

Circling around the beast at the range the blast had left her, she tried to get one of the two of them in a position where they wouldn't be watching as closely, to dart in for a swipe. One step at a time. At least she knew she'd ticked them off.]
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[personal profile] frogfear 2022-05-14 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah...

[It's hard not to despair over the uncertainty the length of time those who return to the ocean will be gone. Will any of them ever return? And even if they do, will they be as they were? She has no idea.

At the question, Willow smiles sadly, and fondly. She's never really talked much about her family. It wasn't as though her parents were unkind, nor was she ever left wanting for anything. They were simply absent a good portion of the time, both busy with their careers.

John had filled a void she wasn't even aware had existed.]


Yeah... he really was...
frogfear: (140)

[personal profile] frogfear 2022-05-14 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
[It starts with a growl, low and deep in her throat as the wolf starts to catch her breath. Stay down? She will not.

She drags a front paw under her, and then a second one as she heaves herself to her feet. Her head is low, her back is hunched, and she can smell the singed fur from where she was shocked by the beast's magic. Still, she is stubborn, and she is up, and the beast is injured as well.

The wolf neither advances nor retreats, but merely holds her ground as they reach what she thinks may well be a stalemate. Her lips lift as she shows her fangs, sharp and white, and prepared to defend herself if the creature chooses to attack.]

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