#yyfog

[ra1ndrop5-on-ro5e5]

Borrowed Time // Open

Finn at least knew about the fog shit this year, but nothing could have prepared him for what it was gonna do to him! He woke up in a nightmarishly vast bed, no taller than his normal palm length, having to find a way down. After sliding down his duvet he crossed over the edge of his bed he then had to trudge theough his carpet. It feel like fighting through a light pink feild of brush allbthe way across the room to his close. When he gets there at least tiny clothes were waiting for him, that could have been much worse. He feel vibrations growing stronger under his feet and the unmistakable yet strangely cutting tingle of Tank's ID tags.

He puts a hand out to the dog for sniffs and for a second he fears getting sucked up but never feared being hurt by his best buddy. "Hey boy," he pets the top of his nose as Tank lays down infront of him, resting his head on his pars. "its time to go out isn't he asks and sees his floppy ears perked up.

It takes a lot of trial and error, and one falling off on the stairs on the way down, but they were finally outside in the quad! Finn was sat up on Tank's back, holding tight to his collar, harnessed in with a rubber band and they wandered the quad. It was pretty peaceful and Fjnn was feeling like i really had this whole tiging figured out, u t someone's figure appeared from the fog, and Tank starts to charge at them

[avi-damn-daniel]

I’m Getting Sexy For You || Open

Danny knew better than to avoid the fog, despite all his efforts in the past trying to. So when he awoke in spandex and tights the next morning in bed, it was no surprise to him. However, along with some forgotten powers, a newfound energy seemed to emit through him. He felt rejuvenated, he felt confident, and most importantly, he felt sexy. So when he enter the Greek Row’s quad, the stress and anxieties of what was to come of this month simply weren’t there. He knew he was capable of handling whatever may come his way.

[iron-magee-giant]

I Need A Human’s Touch || Open

When October came around, Ryan felt more prepared for what was to happen to for the next month. Thanks to last years endeavors, when he woke up before Matt, he tested his powers by gently touching his shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t mind. When he gently spoke saying he was going out, hearing his partner’s voice instead of his, he smiled and returned it back to him before he left. Going out to the quad, with a smile on his face, he wondered around to see what trouble he could get into.

[wishes-in-the--markmark]

My Boyfriend, My Boyfriend, and Me // Rosiplier Fog

@nerdynumme-rp

[nerdynumme-rp]

Merry-Go-Round of Life || Fog_Open

Rosanna woke up, feeling like she didn't sleep at all. Her back aching something fierce, her knees throbbing like she has been sitting on them for hours. But nope! She just slept! She slept!

September into October 1st. The fog seeping into the cracks of her windowpane, like the rest of campus. Tickling her nose, and blanketing her as she 'slept'. Same old song and dance. But hopefully she got cool tree powers again, or a crown made of buttercream frosting. Maybe it would even let her fly this year! That would be cool.

She arose from bed, a bunch of snaps and crackles harmonizing as she moved. She rolled her eyes at the sound, getting to her feet. It felt almost as if she couldn't move, her back so knotted as she stood, hunching her over. She winded grabbing it, and hobbled forward. Each step feeling like molasses. Like she was walking through taffy, raising her legs a task.

Eventually she makes her way to the mirror, ready for whatever. As her eyes catch the reflection, she screams! It comes out huskier than use normal pixie-like tone, more gravely.

There before her was an elderly face. Bags held under her old gaze, wrinkles drooped from her cheeks and neck. Her hands go to touch her expression now, liver spots painting the backs of her paper-like knuckles. "Oh, oh no!" She shakes her head and moves from the mirror in a pace. "I've got to stay calm!" She declares, them moves back to the mirror to make sure. She winces. It was true and sure. The fog was NOT nice at all this year.

With a sigh she moves and gets herself ready. Throwing a long sleeve dress over her, simple slip on brown shoes (bending was hard, she couldn't tie anything from this state and at an angle). "I need air!" She declares, to no one in particular.

She moves out from Alpha with cricks and cracks and slow tracks. Into the crisp autumn air. Walking along campus in a hobble, to get used to the way this felt, and try to come to terms with it all.

[dear-arin-hanson]

All Along There Was This Invisible String // PsychicEgo Fog

It had been a long month, the fog overstaying its welcome, especially for Arin. Stuck in a body of a different name, of her name. He missed his friends who he hadn't been around or couldn't speak openly to as himself. He couldn't not think about her, he couldn't get away from her. In a weird way more than ever, he couldn't get away from himself, even if he'd only seen his own body maybe twice all month. He lays down in her bed again another night and at least relishes in the warmth of a big bed that smells like her.

As the midnight hour approaches the fog begins to roll out inch by inch over campus and back up into the mountains until its next encore. He finds himself waking up in a dream once again. The world almost all black, blue glows halo the edges and corners in light blue like he was walking through a neon sign while he follows the thread this last time. This time when he steps into the quad and sees another glowing soul joining him its much more clear. She was lined in the same ghostly blue, but it was clearly Suzy's hand that held his final bow to untie, the last path of red string stretched between them. He could see her now. "Hey, Arin." he says playfully to her across the grass that glowed under their feet where they stepped. @suzydoozy

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

Arin #3 // The Fog Mood Board - Red String of Fate Body Swap

[little-ikea-waldo]

Vampires and Ventriloquist // Ratt x Fog

It was the middle of the night when the clouds rolled in. They were perfectly punctual, not that Ryan and Matt would have any idea about that. This is the first they've seen it. Not that they seen it coming either. When it started to seep in the vents and through the cracks in their windows, filling the room with a mystic haze, the lights were low and their eyes were closed. In the throws of passion like any lucky lovers in the midst of an autumn night. Thier clothes were abandoned and lips locked, legs intertwined, Matt sweating into the sheets as the fog envelops them. Changing them. All the students, but some more noticeably than others. His heightened senses don't quite pull his attention as all of it was already so laser focused on Ryan he thought he already could hear his quickened heartbeat or smell his musk like a bloodhound. It was nothing new to want to sink his teeth into him, mouth watering at the idea of consuming the other, especially when they were face to face like this and so close to the peek. Who knows when they would have really noticed, maybe if Ryan was observant enough to mind the fangs his tounge was slid between, or if his hands here up in Matt's hair and brushed his long pointed ears. Prehaps if he noticed the change of how their faces could position themselves without another large nose to fit in there! All those things could easily be missed at a time like this! But what was hard to ignore was Matt's new claws slowly penetrating the flesh of Ryan's shoulder as he grabbed him tighter, clenching around him in every sense you could imagine right now. He draws blood but doesn't even notice, holding his breath and trying to hold out a little longer with his lover, his meal, and even though nighter of them realised yet, his prey. @iron-magee-giant