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there's a monster in my closet

MAY 2022 EVENT

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Half man, half goat gazing through the sky in front of mountain.]
[Image Two: Deer-like skeletal creature talking in a forest.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Bees crawling out of and over a calm man's cheek.]
[Image Two: Humanoid figure with honeycomb skin.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Skull beside dried flowers.]
[Image Two: Red wilting flowers. ]

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SELF EVALUATION

WHEN: May
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Body horror, heavy themes of dysphoria and body dysmorphia, acceptance of self, forced physical transformations.

An excerpt from Book of Bausphomette:

"They say you should walk a mile in someone's shoes before casting judgment. The true rhetoric can be applied to Bausphomette's version of 'self-evaluation.' It shouldn't come as a surprise that a Pthumerian would have a very different idea of self-evaluation than the typical person, but here we are and I'm going to give you a heads up: don't freak out about the fur.

Or scales. Really, it could be anything, but when your body starts to change into something you can't recognize, you're not going crazy and you're not turning into a Beast. Or okay, you're turning into a beast but not a Beast with a capital B. You will be yourself, have your normal personality, your normal thoughts, your normal habits...You just...Won't exactly look like yourself. People have been known to turn into minotaurs or sprout ten wings or become half-goat on top and all fish on the bottom. Either way, you're not going to be physically recognizable.

But you will be yourself. You will just have new vocal cords or have to learn a new means of communication. Telling your loved ones about your sudden transformation might be a bit alarming, but I think that's kind of the point. Bausphomette seems to believe the monstrous transformation will allow people to consider different parts of themselves that are usually hindered by social judgments. Are you really happy with yourself enough to not mind being a beast? How does this impact your relationship with your body? Does your body matter to you as much as you believed? Can you adapt to this new body and come to love it?

Granted, not everyone has hated this process. It has made some parts of life especially exciting...If you know what I mean. Thankfully the process doesn't last! The general idea is that once you have accepted something about yourself you will begin to turn back to your usual body! Of course, for more stubborn folks, this has been known to take a few months...Try not to be too stubborn or resistant to the new change! ...It will only make it worse."

QUICK FACTS 1. Your character can have various monstery attributes during May. They should be monsterous - not cute little ears or a non-distracting tail.

2. The lesson the characters learn can vary greatly and depend on what players choose to explore.

3. Feel free to go as heavy-handed with the body horror. Your character can magically just wake up with the body or go through some painful transformation.

4. Characters should NOT have mental alteration during this period. The point is that they are still themselves regardless of their new appearance.

5. Have the size of the beast be appropriate to the setting's size.

6. Temporary powers can be gained through the beast's body for the month. Do not break the setting.

HUMMING IN THE SKIN

WHEN: May
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Increased bouts of mindless violence, optional insect-based horror, insects in skin, honeycomb in skin, bodies as hives for insects, extreme body horror.

An old article clipping was gathered from a newspaper that used to run in Trench. It seems like the rest of the article is missing except for the end:

"And, he said, "They will say that I have shed innocent blood. What's blood for, if not for shedding?"

We do not know what this Sleeper's intent was, but we do know the impact lasted. Reports of symptoms include feeling as though your skin is humming, that there's itchiness you can't quite get rid of like something is always crawling over your skin and around inside of you. Some people claim that this remains a mental only terror that keeps them up at night. Some have been known to scratch open holes in their skin and pull themselves apart just to make sure they aren't filled with bugs. We wish we could say that it was only a paranoid curse, but it seems there is some foundation to the concern.

Some who have gotten cuts or other injuries at this time will discover various insects, but especially bees crawling out from exposed wounds. Once you have gotten an injury, the humming seems to get worse. A descent to madness happens swiftly, but all at once, you become calm and content with the situation. Your skin slowly becomes honeycombed, bees moving in and out of you freely. You become a walking, talking hive.

But of course, that's just the worst-case scenario. For the most part, people who are itching mindlessly seem to be driven to bouts of violence, wanting to get rid of the feeling by randomly attacking those nearby. Strangely enough, the bloodshed during these attacks does not seem to contribute to blood pollution.

Instead, blood shed during this time of month seems to be instantaneously soaked up by your immediate surroundings. The bees from these people have been seen flying everywhere, and instead of collecting pollen, they seem to be collecting blood magic. Either to bring it back to their walking hives or using it for other deeds..."

IMPOSTERS

WHEN: May-June
WHERE: Outside where flowers can be found
CONTENT WARNINGS: Demonic, violent, blood thirsty flowers?? Parasite style monsters.

From Plantlife and You: Trench Edition:

"This is a tricky subject as it does not technically have to do with actual plantlife but rather the nefarious imitation of plantlife.

As spring begins be cautious of the plants around you. It might be lovely to see tulips popping open and other spring delights coming to light. We all like to see the splashes of color pop up around Trench, especially after such cold, long months...But be wary.

Among these flowers are insidious imposters. Telling them apart from the original flowers is almost impossible. You can only do your best to be careful around any plantlife you interact with. They look like flowers, but these creatures are demonic beasts who have perfectly cultivated a flawless mimic. Instead of sunlight and water, they soak in the blood of Trench up through their roots. If you pick the wrong flower, blood will squirt out from the roots and vines.

The bees from Sleeper bodies seem intent on pollinating these exact flowers with blood, leaving little bloody streaks in their wake, but the bees jump between normal flowers and the imposters, making it difficult to properly figure out which is which.

I know what you're thinking: okay, so what? They eat blood, big deal, they are just flowers...

Ha! Did you really think it would be that simple? No, no, these imposters will invade your gardens and your homes. Their little vines will wrap around your foot when you're in the garden or taking a walk. It's not evident at first, but it doesn't take much for a flower to grow on your body. Harmless, painless, but they will suck your blood dry. They have been known as silent killers, parasitic, draining you of life and energy and magic slowly but surely.

And the catch is once you have one flower growing on you, more will come, and it can distort your personality and make you feel or act as though you are drunk. Things won't make sense and you won't exactly know how to ask for help. Your only luck is that someone else will notice. Taking the flowers off requires an icy bath or shower and some serious salt scrub. To prevent this in general, you will want to keep your skin covered thoroughly and not allow pollen to brush against you since that's all it takes. Good luck!"

CODING

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"It is. I once watched a grown man before a domestic terrorist over it." Because of course.

Kyle nods, his hands finally dropping.

"I could... lay down? And you could poke at it? Is that too gross?"

"Of course you did." He's not even surprised anymore at this point.

Right. That would make sense. Karkat rubs at his chin thoughtfully.

"Okay, sure. It's not too gross. If things go well, I can do more than poke it for an experiment." Like. Put his mouth on it or something, but maybe Kyle wouldn't be comfortable with that. Only one way to find out. "Get comfortable and I can explore."

Kyle nods, moving so he can disrobe. His 'shirt' is more of a bathrobe with big holes cut in it, but he still has to wiggle a lot to get it over his wings. Pants are easier.

He stands there nude, wings folded around him to hide everything as he goes to the little sitting area. He tosses some pillows on the floor before he sits down, wings all obscuring everything.

Finally he forces them away when he leans back so he is just propped up on his forearms, legs bent in front of him. It takes a great effort to let them fall open.

Yeah, he looks like a Barbie, or maybe Alan Rickman in Dogma. Running underneath is a thin slit, just a bright red line to indicate that yeah, this shit splits open.

At the end of the day, Karkat was something of a scientist. He enjoyed figuring out how organic things worked and was staring over his boyfriend's body as though it were a particularly thought-provoking equation.

He kneels down in front of Kyle and - it's not so bad. It's a bit like his own body? Even down to the color red. It was actually kind of sexy but he wasn't so sure if Kyle wanted to hear that right now.

"So uh...Do you want me to just...Dive in?" That was what they needed to do, right? "Let me know if it hurts."

Thankfully he trimmed his claws somewhat recently. They're still sharp, but not nearly dangerous enough to accidentally cut. He slides his thumb up along the slit, glancing up at Kyle. "Hurt? Feel nothing at all?"

He's never felt do naked. It reminds him a little of doctor visits, but slightly less anxiety inducing. Slightly.

When Karkat touches him, every eyeball on Kyle's body opens wide. He squirms, trying not to clamp his legs shut.

"Doesn't hurt. Kinda tickles."

"Okay, that's good."

He winds up planting his hands on Kyle's thighs to keep them open. He trusted Kyle plenty to say no if he actually wanted something to stop.

"Did you say something is inside of you? Or is it like...my nook?" He moves his hands off of Kyle's thighs and slides a finger back over that slit, slipping it juuust a little bit inside of Kyle, curious as to what it would feel like inside of him.

"I think so, yeah. I just couldn't bring myself to check? I know that sounds so stupid."

The inside is hot. It's also oddly dry and smooth. Further inside is some kind of lump that feels nubby to the touch, almost like it has dull little spikes all over it.

"Is it gross?"

"Not really. Having different genitalia than what you're expecting is somehow way more intense than having a different body overall." At least it had been to Karkat.

It is hot. It's actually immediately appealing to Karkat in a way that makes the air smell embarrassingly like cherry. Just a little bit, but the fact that he's fingering this newfound feature on his boyfriend was inevitably kind of hot.

He crooks his finger inside of Kyle and rubs it against that spiky ball.

"No," he answers honestly. "It's...Kind of nice actually. Uh- I mean. It's just. You feel...good inside is all. Are you...feeling anything when I'm rubbing you like this?"

Kyle nods, relief evident in his features. "Yeah. Yeah it is. I kinda just tried to ignore it. Plus the eyes and wings took up a lot of attention."

Kyle wriggles a little, toes curling. "Feels tingly," he says. "When you touch the... whatever it is. Like kinda, uh. Sexy."

He's bright red. Of course.

"Like it's a very 'going to get a boner' feeling but not the same." The more Karkat touches him the more urgent it feels. Whatever the nubby thing is twitches eventually, causing Kyle to shriek.

"Sorry! Sorry, it moved!"

"Yeah, that makes sense." If he sprouted wings and a bajillion eyes he likely wouldn't be too hung up on what happened to his junk either.

Ahah...When Kyle confirms that it felt somewhat good, Karkat shuffles a bit closer. This slipped from one bro helping another bro out to remembering that this is very much his boyfriend and making him feel sexy was always going to be more critical and interesting than anything else.

He feels that twitch around the same time as Kyle does. But Karkat only shrieks in return because Kyle shrieked. He also winds up slipping his finger out of Kyle completely, terrified that he just accidentally hurt him or something.

"Holy shit! Kyle! You can't just fucking do that when my finger's in you up to the third knuckle! I could have fucking...severed an artery or some shit!" Kyle probably wasn't quite as delicate in this shape as he was his human shape.

"...Do you...uh...I mean. I can be a bit more thorough with it if you want." Meaning Karkat wanted to fuck around and find out what this was all about beyond the realm of scientific intrigue. "Since it feels good. Maybe it will react to proper stimulation or something."

"I said I was sorry!" Kyle shrieks. "I didn't know it was gonna DO that!"

Kyle shuffles in place a little, toes curling and relaxing. "Okay," he says, because it feels GOOD and Kyle has shittier impulse control than he thinks.

"If something like... comes out? Try not to freak out. Because I'LL freak out."

"Okay, okay! It's fine. Jeez." He rubs a hand over Kyle's inner thigh as a silent gesture of comfort.

"I won't freak out, I promise. It doesn't seem that different from my set-up. Er...Besides it being totally dry. And spiky."

But other than that...! He slides down onto his stomach and pushes Kyle's legs open a bit wider. He sniffs lightly, wondering if there was an odor like the one that came from him whenever he was aroused. He doesn't spend long on that, instead too curious for his own good.

Which results in him sliding his tongue up along the slit before dipping it inside. He's gotta know if it has a taste or not.

"I think it is a lot like yours," Kyle says, relaxing a little when he says it. Karkat is a known quantity. A beloved one, even. If his new body is like Karkat's he can embrace that.

The scent is subtle but undeniable: sweet but earthy, it's the smell of frankincense.

Kyle manages not to shriek at the feeling of a tongue inside him. Instead he clamps his mouth shut and makes a whining noise.

Quite suddenly a red line only the width of a hair appears midway down the first, going across instead of up and down. It widens and splits open, turning Kyle's crotch into a blooming flesh flower. The inside is bright red, with many of the nubby little spines dotting it. The hard bit is still far back in the center, twitching a little.

Kyle sits up a little, wings moving to he can see himself with the eyes on the joints. "Oh my GOD what is it doing?!"

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