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M!A: Those with a christmas icon will participate in a horrible, life ruining Christmas party on the 24th. There will be beverages, pizza, and similar themed accessories.
// ...Is this a community M!A?
HELL YEAH
SAVE THE DATE FOLKS

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An addendum to the plans of the horny this day.(M!A): The cow-form of Hale takes on some of its more animalistic thoughts, seeking to guard a territory around the cows and establish dominance over the other bulls. Lasts until both acts are completed.
Now that he managed to actually find some others, this was neat! Sure, he couldn’t talk well at all, truly by any means he really couldn’t form any sort of words like this, but that’s okay! Talking was overrated anyway! This was fun and that was all that mattered.
Well, that and these people in cow outfits. They mattered. They mattered a lot.
They really mattered a lot.
He is going to keep them safe.
The fact that you even ask means you have already decided (M!A): Patroclus is stuck in a slightly-too-tight crop top and jorts for 3 days.
M!A: Omen is sent flying through every wall he shattered, on a uncontrollable one way flight.
Having completed his rampage, Omen had gotten onto the phone with a carpenter in an attempt to resolve all of these damages caused by.... home invaders. The grey magic wafted into his nose, causing to reel back, setting the phone down so he could sneeze politely. “Ah..Ah... ah-CHOO-OOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-”
The release had sent him flying through another wall in his home... then another. Then a window. The magic would skyrocket him through the air above where his victims lay, screaming in pain and vengeance as he passed.
A forest comes up ahead, where he believes he still sees the wounded Lunari, and a particularly pissed looking Darkin. Realizing what’s next, he reacts poorly.
“CURSE YOU, NATURE- GAH- SHIT- DAMN- YOU- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-” He shouts as he crashes through a sizable row of adjacent oak trees. His body suddenly dips down, sending him splatting into the lake below, collapsing all the way to the bottom. A moment of respite as he sees two bodies above. Surprised they haven’t gotten out yet, he’d not time to consider it as he fires into the distance once again.
Through a city, down a street, four lampposts, one cafe, and a cutlery store later, Omen smashes through Viktor’s roof, and into the laboratory, where he pauses a moment to flip off Mikhail before being sent through a completely different hole in Viktor’s roof.
His return trip begins, this time only skipping his body atop the surface of the lake, like a pressure washer against his flesh. His body takes a sudden turn into a thornbush, crushing the entirety of it against him. A moment later, he floats up, flips over, and is sent crashing into the adjacent, slightly thornier brush. Now in a significant amount of discomfort, Omen attempts to blaspheme whatever God he can think of before shooting off once again.
At least the voyage was nearing its end, it seemed. A final trip home sends him through Keane’s room, the kitchen and up the stairs. There, gravity returns to him, and his body rolls along the floor at dangerous speeds into the washroom, where his head ends up squarely within the basin of the toilet.
Keane, having prepared for this moment, waits a few seconds for reality to come back to Omen. He then flushes, his one act of justice for the year.
Omen gurgles in pain and discontentment.
For the people chucked: @perfect-fourth @the-storm-chaser @metalvsflesh @imithea @jest-a-puppeteer @ringmaster-jack @lccmchild @explorer-flippz @facemeandperish
M!A: Leng Yun wardrobe isfound to be.... diminished, having been reduced to three pairs of too-tight tank tops, questionable text-filled booty shorts, a set of hot pink yoga pants, and a single pair of Jorts. This will be resolved after a shopping spree RP is completed.
“Wait, no! NO THIS CAN’T BE!”
Leng Yun frantically searches the room he’s rented in the inn. His clothes should be here. His beautiful clothes! Where are they!? He can’t be seen in these obscene pieces of cloth! THIS IS HORRIBLE!
“HAYATE! HAVE YOU SEEN MY CLOTHES?!”

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A sealed envelope slips under the door, marked by grey wax. Within, lies terms of employment, and a particularly hefty promised reward (M!A): Mallory is contracted by the mages to punish horny this coming Sunday. Traps, plans, and schemes to attack the lustful are encouraged. Embarrassment and shame is the objective, but injuries may be applied as necessary. If 3 targets are successfully shamed, Mal will earn a wish from the Magi. Lasts until Sunday ends.
“...Damn, all I gotta do is make fun of horny fuckers? Shit, this goin’ be easy.”
M!A: Mirabelle no longer has leggy. They simply float from the waist upward. Lasts until the horny greys disappear.
While this is a very creative and appreciated way to send away the anon, you can definitely hear a panicked, ear-shattering scream the moment the magic is applied.
// Accepted~ //
How dare you, insolent museling! Is our race a joke to you? A fallacy that will cost you dearly! (M!A): Ahri loses all color from her flesh, clothing, and persona; rendering her devoid of emotion in speech. She is as grey as those she so foolishly insulted for three days.
Ahri takes a step back, ears sitting at attention as the little mage cries out.
“w-wait a minute! What ar-!”
She coughs as the magic fades, the pollen from her flowers falling in clouds now. Her skin goes pale and the normally vibrant purples and greens begin to fade to dull grays. The flowers atop her head wilt as she rubs her eyes.
“what have you done.... I... wait... my... my voice... what did you do...”