1. I'm a broken doll (cw: body horror and doll parts)
[It was a stupid plan, coming out at night. People needed help, she'd rationalised. She could do some good, she told herself. Hilarious, how foolish she's always been. Amore was going to have a field day with this if she ever got here. If only...
The lack of moonlight makes it hard to see exactly what's going on, at first. A shock of undefinable sensation rips down her limbs, dragging a yelp from the young vampire. It's followed by the scrape of something - ceramic? Porcelain? She can't tell exactly, but it doesn't matter. As her gaze falls to her hands (her vision odd and shimmering, she notes), there's a fascinated horror in her expression while they start to lengthen and change. Skin splits at her knuckles, the joints almost seeming to melt away into smaller circles. Honestly, it hurts less than she'd expect, her whole body shifting to something delicate and truly sculpted.
At least, it doesn't hurt until the cracking starts. Low and quiet at first, it grows to an alarming din, and it's with sudden terror that she realises it's her skin cracking. Hairline fissures coil down her arms and one leg, pieces falling free to shatter on the ground here and there. That leaves her howling from the pain, legs giving out beneath her to let her curl in on herself, strings holding tight at the back of her hand. She just has to wait it out. She's okay, she has to be. If it was deadly, they'd not let anyone outside at all, right?]
2. And you're the puppeteer (nsfw possible/probable)
[Later that night, or other nights thereafter, one might find themselves approached by Lilja. Her hands move in delicate shifts, strings on it and her feet pulled taut with each motion. Cracks run down her arms and leg, but they don't seem to bother her any. Depending on how recently she's fed, the crack on the left sided of her face will be more or less pronounced.
She doesn't try to chase or stalk, but simply seems to appear out of the moonless nights, reaching to drape herself over whoever has caught her eye.]
Mm, aren't you out a bit late? Were you hoping for something fun~?
3. Take control from me and wipe away my fears (nsfw)
[Finally free of her monstrous form, Lilja makes the decision to let her roommate have some space and heads down to the hot springs to relax herself. It's nice to just soak in the hot water, and after a while, she finds herself nearly dozing off.
It's not until her shadow meets someone else's that she's roused somewhat from that sensation, giving a soft hum of confusion and peering about the room. As to who's feeling the same...]
4. I don't claim to be perfect (wildcard)
[Obligatory if you don't see something you like, let's plot/hit me with something! I'm happy to write closed starters, too. Lil's going to be all over the party especially, so there's lots of options!]
Lilja | OC
[It was a stupid plan, coming out at night. People needed help, she'd rationalised. She could do some good, she told herself. Hilarious, how foolish she's always been. Amore was going to have a field day with this if she ever got here. If only...
The lack of moonlight makes it hard to see exactly what's going on, at first. A shock of undefinable sensation rips down her limbs, dragging a yelp from the young vampire. It's followed by the scrape of something - ceramic? Porcelain? She can't tell exactly, but it doesn't matter. As her gaze falls to her hands (her vision odd and shimmering, she notes), there's a fascinated horror in her expression while they start to lengthen and change. Skin splits at her knuckles, the joints almost seeming to melt away into smaller circles. Honestly, it hurts less than she'd expect, her whole body shifting to something delicate and truly sculpted.
At least, it doesn't hurt until the cracking starts. Low and quiet at first, it grows to an alarming din, and it's with sudden terror that she realises it's her skin cracking. Hairline fissures coil down her arms and one leg, pieces falling free to shatter on the ground here and there. That leaves her howling from the pain, legs giving out beneath her to let her curl in on herself, strings holding tight at the back of her hand. She just has to wait it out. She's okay, she has to be. If it was deadly, they'd not let anyone outside at all, right?]
2. And you're the puppeteer (nsfw possible/probable)
[Later that night, or other nights thereafter, one might find themselves approached by Lilja. Her hands move in delicate shifts, strings on it and her feet pulled taut with each motion. Cracks run down her arms and leg, but they don't seem to bother her any. Depending on how recently she's fed, the crack on the left sided of her face will be more or less pronounced.
She doesn't try to chase or stalk, but simply seems to appear out of the moonless nights, reaching to drape herself over whoever has caught her eye.]
Mm, aren't you out a bit late? Were you hoping for something fun~?
3. Take control from me and wipe away my fears (nsfw)
[Finally free of her monstrous form, Lilja makes the decision to let her roommate have some space and heads down to the hot springs to relax herself. It's nice to just soak in the hot water, and after a while, she finds herself nearly dozing off.
It's not until her shadow meets someone else's that she's roused somewhat from that sensation, giving a soft hum of confusion and peering about the room. As to who's feeling the same...]
4. I don't claim to be perfect (wildcard)
[Obligatory if you don't see something you like, let's plot/hit me with something! I'm happy to write closed starters, too. Lil's going to be all over the party especially, so there's lots of options!]