Sir awoke with a groan, he had spent the night before pumping iron to the fullest and thus he figured that was why he felt so weak. That was until his hand brushed against his pencil thin waist. Sir Caid panicked, where had his gains gone, where was his arcade cabinet?! He sprinted for a mirror, nearly tripping himself over his new lightweight form. When he got to the mirror he took off his gloves and touched his permanently grinning face, what had he become? And more importantly how much could it lift? He took to the streets in search of answers, hand over his notably disturbing mouth...
A game whre your OC reacts to suddenly having the above OC's body. Example
Chara A: *is a butterfly*
Chara B: *is originally a human, but now has Chara A's body* "Neat, I have wings! I'm going to fly away now!
Chara C: *is a wizard, but now has Chara B's original body* "What is this odd creature? And why can't they do magic??"
I will start off by sacrificing my son Leon.
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It was a terrible dream. His beheading knife was gone, the blood wines were no longer offered to him as sacrifice, the people no longer worshipped him-
NO LONGER WORSHIPPED HIM-
His eyes opened abruptly as he could no longer endure the horror. Good thing though, Amersis immediately realized people stopped worshipping him a long time ago. Oh..how sad...he forgot.
Exhausted from the nightmare, he slowly sat up in bed, stretching his arms and let out a small sigh. He could already feel the boredom starting to drain his energy even though the day literally just started. Amersis lifted a hand to fix his hair a bit, but paused mid-way when he noticed...something odd about his body. He glared confusingly at his hand, his arms, and...and the incredibly long luscious locks of golden blonde hair complimenting his fair(?) skin! He felt panic rise up as he rapidly started feeling up his face. Surely this was another dream, it had to be! Unless!
Unless...
Someone cursed him? But why? There was absolutely no reason for someone to chase after a forgotten deity. Besides, Amersis was sure he didn't have any enemies either?? He got up from bed and walked over to the bathroom just to see what his 'new body' looked like. The lad stared back with an emotionless face, not disappointed, but rather content? The man had somewhat of a friendly face? At least, Amersis thought he did. It was also a good way to hide his identity for now.
If anything, Amersis considered himself quite lucky. For all he knew, he could've woken up as some kind of a box with a smiley face.
Coco woke up with a strange feeling. She sluggishly approached the mirror. To her absolute horror, she was a strange boy. Coco screamed so loud she might have woke all of Wisteria up.
But then, Coco realized something, she had a left hand again, and somehow felt massive energy coursing through her new body, and yet also felt strangely happy and chill.
Five hours later, Wisteria’s people were flocked outside Coco’s house, offering cups of their own blood to Coco as a sacrifice. Coco’s role in society was totally reversed. Once a private detective and a relative of Sherlock Holmes, she was now a bloodthirsty, sinful, millennia-old Egyptian god.
"Uh..?" Upon waking in Coco's body, he'd rub himself down before blinking twice. "Not the first time I inhabited a human body, but definitely the first time I've had an impairment to my body..." Now as a detective, he'd let himself help out with cases when he was required, and at other times he'd try to see what else his impaired body was capable of doing. Might as well as make the most of it!
It was not exactly the first time that he woke up and his body felt different, but it was for sure the most intense version of it so far. It seemed like even his eyes were in a slightly different place than usual... He lifted one hand only to see it was furry.. and... green? The (former?) deity groaned. "What an atrocious color..." yes, that was his main concern. Sol did not like green. At all. Trying to touch his face revealed that its shape was also changed, quite a lot, in fact. Oh dear... When he got up he nearly hit over his lamp because of the giant wings on his back. Who on earth did he piss off to end up in this body? A genuine question with a lot of possible answers, really. No offense towards its original owner, of course, he just very much preferred his ancient human self.
A look in the mirror confirmed that he was indeed not even looking human anymore, which in itself would have been fine, if his current body had not happened to be a green fuzzy dragon. How would he even explain this? To anyone? Good thing he had slept alone tonight... Maybe Wei would know something. Hopefully he did, Sol really, really wanted his original body back. Especially because he felt a lot weaker in this one and that feeling was rather unpleasant.
(Small info for NP: Sol's "default" body nowadays has 4 arms, 2 to 4 tentacles and some smaller ones with additional eyes. But uhm... go ham, considering if you can't control it it probably changes around a lot.)
(v my heart I want to hug them.)
NV had been staring at their body in the mirror for hours now-- At... his body? This was undoubtedly a man's, albeit a very beautiful one. It was one they hadn't seen before either, with four arms and several tentacles behind them. Two hands gripped the sink while the other gingerly touched part of their face to confirm that this was real. Smooth skin, silky hair, and power. Beyond looks, there was power here, one greater than a Sin's. Who was this exactly? What was this?
NV dropped their hands to better look at the face. No one they knew... right? Had they met before? Did they steal this person's body? Surely they would have stolen the personality, too?
There was one more thing that caused the Sin to doubt they stole this look: Envy. They couldn't hear its voice, or feel its presence. Shifting in their stance, NV tugged down part of their shirt to look at their shoulder. No brand. No matter what form they'd take, that brand would always be on their shoulder, but now...
"I'm free," they muttered incredulously. How it happened, they weren't sure, but they were free of their contract, and blessed with a beautiful and powerful body. NV touched their face again, and for once, they smiled excitedly.
Silver had just woken up after a surprisingly long "nap". He began to roll in his bed before getting up and stretching his arms, which he noticed before opening his eyes happened to be longer than they usually were, and he felt like he had a thick coat on or something too. He yawned before opening his eyes to something unusual. He looked down to see that his hands were covered in bandages he didn't remember having, and he was wearing a big green coat with fur, not to mention he was significantly longer legs than he remembered. In confusion he began to feel around his new body with his very.. Human hands. He immediately got up to notice he was WAY more tall than last time, and more importantly he wasn't a cat anymore.
"What in the shit is going on right now?!" He yelled to himself as he removed the coat only to see even more weird things. His entire body was covered in more bandages. He sprinted over to the closest mirror leaving the coat on the floor. When he looked at himself he saw that his entire face had bandages too, only leaving his left eye visible. He began frantically screaming and hissing at himself while backing up away and pointing at the mirror, as he also said "WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE-" he banged his entire backside on a wall.
"OWWWWWWW" he yelped. He looked down and grumbled random words to himself while slumped up against the wall. After a while he just sat there staring at himself before just falling asleep.
One inexcusably long nap later, Saiph had finally awoken after a great episode of tossing and turning rather uncomfortably, as if his tail had grown twice as long as it was before. To add insult to injury, he couldn't even lay face-down without half of his face still being suspended above the pillow. With a disgruntled sigh, he turned to his side, curling up to try and get a more comfortable sleep; his mind was likely just playing tricks on him... That was, until he heard some strange, ripping noise from his neck, as if something he was wearing had ripped through his own bedsheets. Of course, Saiph quite liked his sleep whenever he could get it, so the sudden noise startled him wide awake-- though one of his eyes refused to open. He couldn't even see through it... Had someone taped his eye shut? Well, that's mean...
Briskly-- yet with a noticeable headache lingering in the background, the boy rose from his mangled-up bed, poking at his neck to see what the deal was with the strange weight upon it. When he looked down to observe, his eye had diluted; there was a set of big paws, fuzzy hind legs, What laid on his neck was a chunky, spiked choker-- it literally felt as though he was being choked by it himself.
"A-ah..." He stammered out, quickly clasping a paw over his mouth when he realized just how high-pitched his voice had gotten. By the gods, it'd already been quite squeaky, but never like this. He shook a little; he had to blend in better, lest he'd stick out like a sore thumb until whatever happened to him could be resolved. Aimlessly, he slumped against his bed and began hopelessly pawing at his new choker, trying to take it off. If he could just get it off, he could toss a big cloak over himself and seek the nearest mage to help him out with his ailment... That was, if they could take his bright, new colors.
((woo, using that sleepy 6am confidence to actually participate in forum games for once lmao))
Jon rubbed his eyes and sat upright. Immediately, something felt off, though he wasn't sure what. Opening his eyes, it took him a moment to process his surroundings. He could see. Clearly. Had he forgotten to take out his contacts last night? No, he distinctly remembered removing them before going to bed.
"The hell?" Oh. Oh, that's not his voice. Hesitantly, Jon looked down at his body--or, rather, the body he had now found himself in. He was.. human. Well, no, not quite human. He had a tail, after all. How had he not noticed that? Regardless, he wasn't himself, which was a very alarming revelation. He took a deep breath. "Okay, this... this is fine." Xander knows a lot about magic, right? he thought to himself. Maybe he knows how this happened. And more importantly...
How to fix it.
/ OOC: can't believe I nearly forgot the eyes 😭 it's literally right there in ur comment. Maybe I need glasses as well :'v /
At first, Heron's hardly aware anything's changed. He rakes familiar-enough hair our of his eyes, and takes a breath as he blinks himself awake. Stuffs blurry from sleep. A hand discovers something else while it's up there, though--huh. There's something glued to his--what. He pokes his palm into the... *horn*. Make that two horns. Carefully running his fingers over them confirms that they very much are attached to his skull. Alright. Okay. There's either a logical explanation for this, or he's tripping. Taking a (*still*-not-sharp-no-matter-how-much-he-blinks) look at his hands seems to imply the latter, though, since they are now green.
Either way, this has well and truly woken him up. Precluding the very-real possibility this was some weird-ass dream. Heron throws himself out of bed and paces, looking for a mirror. Yeah, to the bathroom. Whatever body his piloting now moves *approximately* the same, but--ow--okay, he's *not* used to navigating doors with these extra inches. There's two chips out of the doorframe now. Ugh, more shit to fix before the landlord caught wind of it. Anyway. Mirror, mirror.
Oh. Well. He squints, since there's definitely something wrong with his eyes. *Are* they even, technically, *his*? This is not his face at all. It is more handsome and more bestial. Curling his lips back in the mirror confirms what his tongue had suspected earlier--sharp teeth. What is he. A demon? Did all demons have shit eyes. His new ears twitch with the thought. Oh no. Were these going to betray his emotions like an excitable pup. Ughh. No. He would learn to reign them in. With time. And hopefully things would be normal again before he had to.
But what else. Curious. The scars peeking out from this low-cut shirt are almost the same as the ones he had before--just... bigger. All of this is bigger. He runs fingers over the gouges over his heart, tracing to where they end among the meat. Whoever's this body belongs to did not skip chest day. The logical conclusion then is... that there isn't one. Which means there is magic at play. Ugh. Whoever or whatever has caused this... he looks his new even-more-hulking-than-usual arms over... perhaps he can get used to this, if this new form handles as well as his old one in the water. This thing is built like a brick shithouse, but its cardiovascular endurance remains to be tested. Heron is excited to try--mmh, but first, this beard's gotta go.
Perseus, whose body was swaying marginally, gradually awoke from his fever-dream-like state. He was lazily slumped over in a cushioned seat. His spine was curved inward so narrowly that it almost created a ‘c’ shape– something that he figured wasn’t entirely healthy for his back. He cautiously corrected his posture, adjusting himself with his brawny arms and sturdy hands. Perseus paused for a moment or two. Something in his string of thought was . . . incorrect. Faux. Not entirely familiar. However, after a moment or two of pondering, the answer to his concern was extremely apparent. “Hands''. A word that had never once left his lips, nor entered his vocabulary. He must be going mad! The mere thought of insanity worried the already anxious creature beyond belief. How did he hear of this word? Was it picked up along his hazardous travels? No, no . . . this, unlike before, was not apparent to him whatsoever.
The dragon’s vision returned to him in a sluggish, tedious manner. He was far too anxious to observe his surroundings at first, but he got to the task in time. The first sight he was met with was a blinding, luminous sheet of white, which was decorated with various other shapes and colours. It felt . . . unnatural, at the least. It certainly wasn’t familiar to him. Perseus, once his widened eyes retreated from the screen of white, gazed down upon himself. Or, whoever’s body he possessed– seeing as this one was certainly not his! He was an entirely separate species, of all things. The horrid sight nearly frightened the poor creature to death. “HELP!” He helplessly cried out. He attempted to move the long, discoloured limbs that he had been cursed with. Alas, the attempt resulted in Perseus tumbling to the carpeted floor beneath him. He struggled on the ground for a moment- almost as if he were an octopus in a place where an octopus should not be. He did not understand how to function. He simply could not, no matter how much he tried to. “I strictly work with quadrupedalism! I am not bipedal!” He yelped once again. The feeling of being utterly helpless gnawed at his bones like a cackle of starving hyenas. He couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk ( only utter unintelligible sounds ), and couldn’t even think in his own language. Everything was so foreign. So, with all options being absolutely off-limits for the ‘dragon’, Perseus allowed a defeated sigh to escape his gaping mouth, and he no longer continued his attempts to stand up. He would just wait until someone– anyone– came to rescue him.
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they can! but perseus is a seawing / skywing hybrid so he can’t breathe fire haha V
(ooc comment: i haven’t read wings of fire in a while but if i remember properly sky wings could breathe fire? correct me if i’m wrong)
“Huuuuhhh—“
The boy awoke with a start. Something had begun to feel different— he felt himself occupying too much space (though his comically oversized bed was still big enough to hold him, it felt wrong nonetheless).
He rustled (while knocking various pillows off the bed) and attempted to sit up only to find—
Nothing was comfortable. And it almost felt like he should be standing on all fours…?
His room was spacey enough to allow him to move, though everything felt so strange (in particular, some new growths he found he could move around). He looked into a mirror.
“I- woooaaaaah.”
He was a magnificent, superb creature— a dragon! Admittedly blue was never his colour (the red is cool though), but on this new body, it just felt so… right.
“Oh my goodness!”
He stretched his wings and flapped them while grounded as a little test. Don’t need to keep working on the flying machine then, he noted to himself.
“I’m a dragon! I’M A DRAGON!!!”
Excitedly he bounced around; while massive, his body was agile and graceful (discounting the few times he got his long horns caught on some stuff.)
“Can I breathe fire?”
He accidentally melted down a handful of his favourite machines.
“Oh.”
He reached out to open a window only to realize he didn’t have hands anymore— the opening mechanism was annoyingly small and intricate. He gave up.
“…oh.” I’ll just make myself a pair of arms later. “SCREW ALL THAT, I’M A DRAGON! CASPIAN, DO YOU HEAR ME?”
Caspian does not hear him. Mark doesn’t realize he isn’t speaking English.
“I’M A DRAGON!!! I’M A DRAGON!!! I’M A DRAGOOOOOON!!” he screeched while smashing through the window and taking off to the sky. He was a dragon, and nobody would ever mess with him again.
Val groaned as he awoke, and stretched his wings. Wait, why did they feel lighter than usual? He shook his head. He's probably just a little disoriented from having just woken up. Strange, but probably fine. He stood up.
... And promptly fell flat on his face. "Ow!" He propped himself up on his hands, and froze. Hands. Not talons. Now panicking, he scrambled to his feet, ran to the full length mirror in the corner, and threw the sheet off of it to see what had happened. Where he had hoped to see his usual aviad form, he was shocked to find a human. Well, that explains why he'd fallen, at least. No tail, no balance. But, why was he human? Had he shape shifted in his sleep? Was that possible? It had to be; what other explanation was there? He closed his eyes and called upon the magic deep in his soul to turn himself back. Nothing happened. "D-Damnit, c'mon!" He tried again. "Why- How did- Why can't I turn back?!"
There had to be a way to fix this, right? There's no way he could let anyone see him like this. Sure, this body was rather good looking, for a human, but Val very much wished to be himself. Or, an aviad, at the very least. He backed up, and sat down on the edge of his bed. "...How did this happen?"
Huh, what?
He opened his eyes which was a first sign something was amiss. He didn’t usually have eyes. He observed his surroundings via data and 3D scans, but to be able to see was… unusual.
Huh, what is this?
He sat up, eyes wide, tail wiggling - at least he still had that - and tried to understand what was happening. He didn’t. There was absolutely nothing in his head.
"Is this a human-y error message?"
Wait a second. He said that aloud. He could talk? Like a human? He sprung on his weird claw feet. This wasn’t a normal body. Oh no no. It was… it was an organic body, though, that much he knew. He wiggled his tail again. Okay, tail. And… and limbs. He made a flapping motion with his upper limbs - hands or wings or something - and took few shaky steps.
Footnote started to get excited. The things he could do in this weird organic body! He could eat treats! And dig so many holes! Wait, could he dig holes with meat arms? Sure. Sure. He had seen his human do so.
His human!
He could give him a hug! And what a hug it would be with his new weird arm-wings. He would be a so good boy!
But…
But to Footnote’s knowledge these organic human-y bodies were rarely unoccupied. Where was the real owner of this one? He should find them.
Otherwise it would be stealing, and he wouldn’t be such a good boy. He’d be silly and selfish and he’d make someone very sad.
Footnote decided he’d find them after he gives his master the biggest hug he can.
If Footnote is... not the vibe, you can hop into Hermit's body too