A Midsummer Night's Scream

[beenhad]

You are walking down the street when the wind begins to pick up. Great, lashing gales buffet your hair, your clothes, blinding you. Suddenly, you are surrounded by shadows. Whether you can see the Whispers or not is of no importance—the only respite you have from the storm is a cramped, cozy little mask shop.

Thousands of faces line the wall. An ancient and stooped, rail-thin old man sitting at the counter bids you to take a look around. He offers you a snack from the large, brightly-colored bowl before him. No matter your misgivings, you find that one mask in particular calls to you. Your heart begins to race, faster and faster for every second you do not put it on.

You slip it on and find yourself becoming something else.

[ INSTRUCTIONS ]

1. Pick yer mask.

🎭 Vampire

🎭 Werewolf

🎭 Frankenstein's monster

🎭 Witch

🎭 Wendigo

🎭 Swamp monster

🎭 Make some shit up idk

2. (Optional) Eat sum candy.

🍭 Hunger — You need to feed. Hunt some poor motherfucker down and eat his heart out hunni.

🍭 Fear — What are you? What have you become?? You need to gtfo of Dodge and will do some pretty desperate shit if someone tries to stop you.

🍭 Destruction — It has suddenly occurred to you that the only answer is to Nibelheim It.

🍭 Dominance — You are sick. And tired. Of these motherfuckin' monsters. Moving in on your motherfuckin' turf.

🍭 Legacy — You want something to leave behind after the angry villagers come for you. Sire a Claudia, nibble on a potential new packmate, make some new monsters.

🍭 Aphrodisiac - bc y'all are some skank ass ho's. Get yer A/B/O shit on girlfran.

3. Put your monster in the subject line, list any preferences you have, do the monster mash. HAPPY FUCKIN' HALLOWEEN.

Comments

Vampire Tifa

[unbridled_strength]

Tifa can see them. Innumerable creepy shades swarm around get, blocking her path. They push and pull at her, while she attempts to fight them off. They're staying out of her way, as much as possible, diving in and shoving her around, like a leaf, and blocking off her paths of escape. She ends up going through the door, because there's no where else to go. And then, it's all calm.

At least, inside the shop, it is. She tries the door, and it rattles, but won't open. She can still see them out there, barring the door. Soo whatever they want her to do, is in here somewhere.

What a creepy place. The aged proprietor, while friendly and polite, doesn't really help the aesthetic. She takes a candy or two, just because she feels bad for having uncontrollably labeled him scary looking. She nibbles on them while she wanders the small, overfull space.

What is in here, that's so important? What is she supposed to do? She ponders, while picking up a particularly attractive mask; a metal red and black domino, designed so that it almost looks like like drops of blood are at the ends of delicate fang-esque curves.

What harm is there in trying it on? And as she places it on her face, the wind-like howl of the Whispers outside, dissipates.

t(•̀_•́)t

She's hungry. It folds her thoughts, like a constant thrum. But hunger is more than just a need to pacify. It's demanding, requiring fulfillment. Nothing ordinary will do. These mediocre humans, that fill the city, aren't enough. She requires -she deserves more.

And she knows just where to get it.

[You can pretty much guarantee Hunger and Aphrodisiac options with Vampire Tifa. Maybe both at the same time. She's more assertive and aggressive, and will come to you. Or you can find her out on the hunt. Whatever floats.

Prose is preferred, but I will match style.]

Succubus Madame M

[temomi]

[ This is what she was always meant to be. Powerful. Beautiful. Irresistible. Now she realizes that she has always been a shadow of those things, her true potential locked away inside. She only ever needed the key.

She finds it in that mask shop, dizzied and reeling from the storms that swept her into this place. The second she takes the mask in hand, white and featureless but for its vivid red, heart-shaped lips, she feels like she is on the verge of becoming complete. With it on, she feels unstoppable.

Even when the hunger strikes, it feels right.

She makes her way back to the salon, pleasantly surprised to find one of her regulars there waiting. With a smile, she leads him into the back room. The things she does to him are unspeakable, but he fades away with a smile on his face. She drains everything from him and realizes in the aftermath how insatiable she's become.

It pleases her. She freshens up her makeup and steps out into the streets, searching. Only the best will do. Once she finds someone who suits her fancy, she strolls up behind them, voice low, coyly half-concealed beneath her fluttering fan. ]

You there. I can see the tension you're carrying from a million miles away. When was the last time you let someone take care of you?

[ She'll draw nearer, teeth bared as her ruby lips draw back into a smirk. ]

I'll even offer you a special discount.