Walken Canddiate.
alken Candidate.
Christopher Walken TF/MC
NOTE: This is a Christopher Walken transformation with a political theme to it and is inspired by the upcoming election season. It involves my character turning into Christopher Walken and deciding to run in the election.
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Doctor Nathan Forester was never a political person, and this year was no different since it was between two people who were just plain awful. He'd never vote in any kind of election to begin with except of course if Christopher Walken as running. He knew that had happened before but that was a hoax and he was disappointed when he found out, but this year he knew the public was clamoring for the Walken to officially run for office, he knew that it was just the right time for him to enter the political ring.
As he left his study one night, he decided to head over to the metamorphosis room for his nightly transformation. This time he knew exactly what he wanted to be turned into...his eyes gave off an eerie but hypnotic blue as they turned an icy shade of blue, giving him the eyes of the bloodthirsty cowbell-crazed dark prince himself. Looking out the window, he could see a blood red full moon peering from behind the clouds and it was already drifting him off into a trance-like state.
"So...so....beautiful..."
He was finding it increasingly difficult to resist but who would want to exist anyway? After all he was half Walken and it's in a Walken's nature to fall under the spell of the blood red moon and to be entranced by it. He sighed several times as he felt his troubles melt away beneath the moonlight, and his thoughts started shifting...shifting to match his true Walkeny nature. He began to feel his more Walken-like instincts and urges surfacing, as supernatural energy jolted through his body. He had immediately started hearing Walken's voice in his mind, telling him to transform into the Walken that he knew he was, that hypnotic and alluring voice of his was never wrong.
His stomach growled a little as it burned with thirst, this thirst couldn't be kept at bay by your typical earthly beverages...this was the kind of thirst that you'd expect a vampire to have, a thirst for blood...he hissed several times as he thought about all the blood he could drink - his mind rapidly shifting. To him, humans seemed more like ideal subjects to not only make potential new Walkens/She-hessians but also to be perfect supporters for his campaign, yes...this time he had his mindset on running for office.
"That's it...my Walkeny thrall, give in to that nature of yours...let that petty human side of yours go. You're not like them, you're Walken...and Walkens are wonderful. You are a very loyal, beautiful alpha Walken..."
"I am a very loyal, beautiful Walken..."
"And you know that you running for office is a great thing, this is your moment..."
"Yes, this is my moment..."
"Yes...Walken for president. President Christopher Walken. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it? Of course it does. You are definitely presidential material, alright. You have what it takes to show these humans that you've got what it takes..."
"Ooooh...I ADORE the sound of that."
"Of course you do...you deserve to have that title."
"I definitely think so too..."
"That's right. I mean look at the choices we have this year. Trump, Hillary....this town needs a president who can bring more cowbell to the table and that president is you. After all, you've been desiring this for quite sometime..."
"Oooh...I LOVE cowbell..."
"Yes, cowbell is good for a Walken like you. You can't imagine what you'd be like without it...you like cowbell, you love it so much...cowbell is good for you. You enjoy hearing its soothing tinking sounds..."
He growled several times as the sound of cowbell echoed in his mind, driving the Walkeny instincts and traits and influencing him further...making him become less human on the inside and feel like he'd been well...Walkeny. It was at moment...that he could feel his transformation happening, and he knew that it filled him with a tremendous amount of joy, after all this was his favorite part. He loved giving in to his inner Walken and becoming more Walkeny, losing his human side to the fierce and eerily beautiful and graceful Walken known as Chris the alpha Walken.
His skin slowly began to lose its imperfections as it gradually became very pale and vampiric in appearance, and his body was also rapidly shifting as well - slimming down a little and developing 175lbs and quite a lithe frame, starting with his chest and torso along with his stomach and then his arms. In the process his hands shifted as his knuckles became more pronounced and sharpened, in addition to this his fingernails lengthened and sharpened to become akin to claws.
The changes progressed further as his legs elongated and grew longer with his lowerbody shifting to match the upper, his outfit peeling away and morphing into a luxurious black suit of some type with a tie to match, the environment around him was shifting into what looked like a presidential office of sorts made just for him. Several growls and purrs escaped from his mouth as the changes progressed even further, he could feel himself elevating in height to 6'ft as his shoulders and back shifted.
Everything prior to this became a complete blur as new memories and thoughts began influencing him, these were the memories of the person he was turning into - that person of course being Christopher Walken...yes, all the memories of being in more than 129 movies and also being the best at what he did. Unlike most actors, who mostly did it for the paychecks and similar causes - Walken was one of those actors who did it because he enjoyed it and because to him - that was what his favorite job. To him, being Walkeny was just perfect and he couldn't imagine anything else.
His neckline was the next to shift as it took on a similar appearance to the rest of his body, in the process his ears shifted a little and developed slightly pointed tips as his hair slowly prickled up and darkened, becoming a sandy brown color as it took on the style and texture of Walken's hair. His forehead became more pronounced by a smidge as his eyebrows turned the same color as his hair and shifted a little. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he re-opened them - they turned from brown to an icy shade of blue as they widenned, shifting a little in shape and also became narrower and slightly sunken - giving him a very eerie and quasi-vampiric glare.
He felt his face as his facial features shifted with his nose being the first to change, shifting to look more like Walken's nose as his mouth and lips shifted to a crescentian shape, becoming pointed at the tips and shifting to match. In the process his cheekbones sculpted themselves into a more pronounced variation as his chin narrowed, his cheeks altering to become sunken in, giving him a very sinister visage that slowly shifted bit by bit until within a few seconds later it was now completely unmistakably that of Christopher Walken, he licked his lips as his teeth lengthened and sharpened - with his canines shifting to become akin to typical vampire fangs and the rest of his teeth developing Hessian-like points, these teeth were perfect for biting potential prey, he admired his changing appearance and his very brachy/mesoian/dolichokephalian facial head and face structure..
He hissed as his voice altered, lowering in tone and pitch as it shifted to become slightly gravelly but also very eerie, enticing and alluring . To be precise it was also giving him a very distinctive tone of pitch and vocal range, a very low-high baritone and an uniquely one of a kind accent of the New York variety, giving him the voice to match his appearance. All of the memories and thoughts from earlier took over, and within a few seconds later - any and all traces of "Nathan" were completely gone, there was only Christopher Walken. And there wasn't anyone he'd rather be.
Christopher hissed in satisfaction as he danced over to his desk and sat down, he drank for a glass of vampire wine, a couple of seconds later - one of his Walkenized minions who had hired to be his personal assistant came rushing in.
"President Walken, sir?"
"Yes...."
"I just want you to know that your campaign is going swimmingly."
"Why thank you..."
"Oh...and your rival in the election soon-to-be President Trump is here."
"Bring him in..."
"Yes, sir..."
Two Walkens - one being Max Shreck from Batman Returns and the other being Secretary William Cleary brought in soon-to-be-president Donald J. Trump, Chris looked over at him with an icy vampiric glare before walking over to him.
"You must be Donald Trump."
"I am...how do you know that?"
"Oh I know everything about you."
"Everything? Wow...i'm impressed."
"Your reputation precedes you, but unfortunately it's not a good one."
"How do you know?"
"Because, i've been watching your campaign. You've been getting yourself in a lot of trouble, clearly you're not doing this the right way. But I can tell that at some point, you had noble intentions."
"All I want to do is make America great again...you know."
"It's just too bad you're going about it the wrong way."
"What do you mean? I think i'm doing rather well.."
"That's not what i've heard..."
Chris circled Donald before getting out a razor and holding it to his neck, it looked like he was going to kill him right there but he wasn't...he just used the razor to get a bit of blood from him, he licked the razor a few times before hissing a little. He had to admit, for such a reviled man - Donald certainly had excellent tasting blood.
"Well...yeah, that's true."
"Hmmm....although despite how you've been acting. It is clear that you do indeed have a soul - somewhere, but I can't tell where on earth it is. I just know there is one in the somewhere though..."
"Why...thank you, I guess. I didn't quite catch your name though."
"My name is Christopher but everyone calls me Chris. My name is Christopher Walken, nice to meet you by the way. You're certainly a lot less hostile than I thought you'd be, and in a way...you and I aren't so different."
"How so?"
"We're both perceived as villains of course. Of course you're the more evil one of the two of us compared to me. But I know that both of us want to do our part to change the political system of this very world..."
"Yes, as you know...I have plans for this city. And believe me, they're HUGE. Nobody does huge plan-making like me, I have all the best plans and all the best strategies. I know that i've got what it takes."
"Heh...that's highly amusing indeed.."
"How so?"
"Welll... you talk just like me!"
"So what do you think of my plan to solve our immigration problem?"
"I'm going to be honest here...while I don't think it's a terrible idea entirely, I think it still needs something. It's just not the right idea...come here, do you know what you need for this campaign?"
"What?"
"More cowbell..."
"Maybe the wall could be made out of cowbells?"
"I don't think you understand. Forget the wall in general, it's cowbell that you should be using as your answer. I'm telling you, man...you've gotta have more cowbell! You're gonna want that cowbell."
"Hmmm.. I might consider that. By that, nice fangs...are those your real teeth?"
"Yes...is that your real hair?"
"Ooh...well played. Yep, it's my real hair alright. I noticed that you have some wine there, and some other red beverage there. I hope those aren't alcoholic, I don't drink. At least not anything like that."
"Neither do I...I don't drink, wine..."
"So..that's not wine then?"
"Oh no, the first drink is - the one next to it on the other hand, that is the blood of the last guy who ran against me in an election. And his blood tasted pretty good, not as good as yours though."
"You...you drink the blood of your enemies?"
"Why yes...I do. Don't you?"
"I don't think so...but Hillary keeps claiming I do."
"Really? Could have fooled me. You're just as bloodthirsty as I am. You know, if you end up losing the election this year - you could always help me with my campaign as long as you clean up your act."
"I'll try, but no promises. I gotta say though, I admire your moxy."
"Likewise...you may be a horrible excuse for a human but I think you have great potential outside of politics. I can tell that if you were on the same side as me, we'd make a very formidable team."
"You really think so?"
"If you cleaned up your act and were more considerate to others, or were on the same side as I am or used your expertise for something other than evil - we could make a very formidable team in a lot of ways."
"Go on..."
"You're going to want to listen to this..."
And so the Walken and the Donald continued to exchange banter and strategies all through the night, of course the Walken knew what he was doing. And he was certainly sure that he'd be the one winning this year. Of course he had big plans for the election in general, but he didn't let anyone else know. After all - the best part of being a Walken is being able to lul humans into a false sense of security.
Besides, if Donald lost - he could also be coaxed into helping him with the Walken army in some way and given if he cleaned up his act - perhaps the two of them could co-operate outside of politics. After all, Every good Walken needs a lackey to help them on their quest for cowbell and blood. As for what happened later, the Walken kept most of his plans a secret and then continued to work on his campaign.
Christopher Walken TF/MC
NOTE: This is a Christopher Walken transformation with a political theme to it and is inspired by the upcoming election season. It involves my character turning into Christopher Walken and deciding to run in the election.
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Doctor Nathan Forester was never a political person, and this year was no different since it was between two people who were just plain awful. He'd never vote in any kind of election to begin with except of course if Christopher Walken as running. He knew that had happened before but that was a hoax and he was disappointed when he found out, but this year he knew the public was clamoring for the Walken to officially run for office, he knew that it was just the right time for him to enter the political ring.
As he left his study one night, he decided to head over to the metamorphosis room for his nightly transformation. This time he knew exactly what he wanted to be turned into...his eyes gave off an eerie but hypnotic blue as they turned an icy shade of blue, giving him the eyes of the bloodthirsty cowbell-crazed dark prince himself. Looking out the window, he could see a blood red full moon peering from behind the clouds and it was already drifting him off into a trance-like state.
"So...so....beautiful..."
He was finding it increasingly difficult to resist but who would want to exist anyway? After all he was half Walken and it's in a Walken's nature to fall under the spell of the blood red moon and to be entranced by it. He sighed several times as he felt his troubles melt away beneath the moonlight, and his thoughts started shifting...shifting to match his true Walkeny nature. He began to feel his more Walken-like instincts and urges surfacing, as supernatural energy jolted through his body. He had immediately started hearing Walken's voice in his mind, telling him to transform into the Walken that he knew he was, that hypnotic and alluring voice of his was never wrong.
His stomach growled a little as it burned with thirst, this thirst couldn't be kept at bay by your typical earthly beverages...this was the kind of thirst that you'd expect a vampire to have, a thirst for blood...he hissed several times as he thought about all the blood he could drink - his mind rapidly shifting. To him, humans seemed more like ideal subjects to not only make potential new Walkens/She-hessians but also to be perfect supporters for his campaign, yes...this time he had his mindset on running for office.
"That's it...my Walkeny thrall, give in to that nature of yours...let that petty human side of yours go. You're not like them, you're Walken...and Walkens are wonderful. You are a very loyal, beautiful alpha Walken..."
"I am a very loyal, beautiful Walken..."
"And you know that you running for office is a great thing, this is your moment..."
"Yes, this is my moment..."
"Yes...Walken for president. President Christopher Walken. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it? Of course it does. You are definitely presidential material, alright. You have what it takes to show these humans that you've got what it takes..."
"Ooooh...I ADORE the sound of that."
"Of course you do...you deserve to have that title."
"I definitely think so too..."
"That's right. I mean look at the choices we have this year. Trump, Hillary....this town needs a president who can bring more cowbell to the table and that president is you. After all, you've been desiring this for quite sometime..."
"Oooh...I LOVE cowbell..."
"Yes, cowbell is good for a Walken like you. You can't imagine what you'd be like without it...you like cowbell, you love it so much...cowbell is good for you. You enjoy hearing its soothing tinking sounds..."
He growled several times as the sound of cowbell echoed in his mind, driving the Walkeny instincts and traits and influencing him further...making him become less human on the inside and feel like he'd been well...Walkeny. It was at moment...that he could feel his transformation happening, and he knew that it filled him with a tremendous amount of joy, after all this was his favorite part. He loved giving in to his inner Walken and becoming more Walkeny, losing his human side to the fierce and eerily beautiful and graceful Walken known as Chris the alpha Walken.
His skin slowly began to lose its imperfections as it gradually became very pale and vampiric in appearance, and his body was also rapidly shifting as well - slimming down a little and developing 175lbs and quite a lithe frame, starting with his chest and torso along with his stomach and then his arms. In the process his hands shifted as his knuckles became more pronounced and sharpened, in addition to this his fingernails lengthened and sharpened to become akin to claws.
The changes progressed further as his legs elongated and grew longer with his lowerbody shifting to match the upper, his outfit peeling away and morphing into a luxurious black suit of some type with a tie to match, the environment around him was shifting into what looked like a presidential office of sorts made just for him. Several growls and purrs escaped from his mouth as the changes progressed even further, he could feel himself elevating in height to 6'ft as his shoulders and back shifted.
Everything prior to this became a complete blur as new memories and thoughts began influencing him, these were the memories of the person he was turning into - that person of course being Christopher Walken...yes, all the memories of being in more than 129 movies and also being the best at what he did. Unlike most actors, who mostly did it for the paychecks and similar causes - Walken was one of those actors who did it because he enjoyed it and because to him - that was what his favorite job. To him, being Walkeny was just perfect and he couldn't imagine anything else.
His neckline was the next to shift as it took on a similar appearance to the rest of his body, in the process his ears shifted a little and developed slightly pointed tips as his hair slowly prickled up and darkened, becoming a sandy brown color as it took on the style and texture of Walken's hair. His forehead became more pronounced by a smidge as his eyebrows turned the same color as his hair and shifted a little. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he re-opened them - they turned from brown to an icy shade of blue as they widenned, shifting a little in shape and also became narrower and slightly sunken - giving him a very eerie and quasi-vampiric glare.
He felt his face as his facial features shifted with his nose being the first to change, shifting to look more like Walken's nose as his mouth and lips shifted to a crescentian shape, becoming pointed at the tips and shifting to match. In the process his cheekbones sculpted themselves into a more pronounced variation as his chin narrowed, his cheeks altering to become sunken in, giving him a very sinister visage that slowly shifted bit by bit until within a few seconds later it was now completely unmistakably that of Christopher Walken, he licked his lips as his teeth lengthened and sharpened - with his canines shifting to become akin to typical vampire fangs and the rest of his teeth developing Hessian-like points, these teeth were perfect for biting potential prey, he admired his changing appearance and his very brachy/mesoian/dolichokephalian facial head and face structure..
He hissed as his voice altered, lowering in tone and pitch as it shifted to become slightly gravelly but also very eerie, enticing and alluring . To be precise it was also giving him a very distinctive tone of pitch and vocal range, a very low-high baritone and an uniquely one of a kind accent of the New York variety, giving him the voice to match his appearance. All of the memories and thoughts from earlier took over, and within a few seconds later - any and all traces of "Nathan" were completely gone, there was only Christopher Walken. And there wasn't anyone he'd rather be.
Christopher hissed in satisfaction as he danced over to his desk and sat down, he drank for a glass of vampire wine, a couple of seconds later - one of his Walkenized minions who had hired to be his personal assistant came rushing in.
"President Walken, sir?"
"Yes...."
"I just want you to know that your campaign is going swimmingly."
"Why thank you..."
"Oh...and your rival in the election soon-to-be President Trump is here."
"Bring him in..."
"Yes, sir..."
Two Walkens - one being Max Shreck from Batman Returns and the other being Secretary William Cleary brought in soon-to-be-president Donald J. Trump, Chris looked over at him with an icy vampiric glare before walking over to him.
"You must be Donald Trump."
"I am...how do you know that?"
"Oh I know everything about you."
"Everything? Wow...i'm impressed."
"Your reputation precedes you, but unfortunately it's not a good one."
"How do you know?"
"Because, i've been watching your campaign. You've been getting yourself in a lot of trouble, clearly you're not doing this the right way. But I can tell that at some point, you had noble intentions."
"All I want to do is make America great again...you know."
"It's just too bad you're going about it the wrong way."
"What do you mean? I think i'm doing rather well.."
"That's not what i've heard..."
Chris circled Donald before getting out a razor and holding it to his neck, it looked like he was going to kill him right there but he wasn't...he just used the razor to get a bit of blood from him, he licked the razor a few times before hissing a little. He had to admit, for such a reviled man - Donald certainly had excellent tasting blood.
"Well...yeah, that's true."
"Hmmm....although despite how you've been acting. It is clear that you do indeed have a soul - somewhere, but I can't tell where on earth it is. I just know there is one in the somewhere though..."
"Why...thank you, I guess. I didn't quite catch your name though."
"My name is Christopher but everyone calls me Chris. My name is Christopher Walken, nice to meet you by the way. You're certainly a lot less hostile than I thought you'd be, and in a way...you and I aren't so different."
"How so?"
"We're both perceived as villains of course. Of course you're the more evil one of the two of us compared to me. But I know that both of us want to do our part to change the political system of this very world..."
"Yes, as you know...I have plans for this city. And believe me, they're HUGE. Nobody does huge plan-making like me, I have all the best plans and all the best strategies. I know that i've got what it takes."
"Heh...that's highly amusing indeed.."
"How so?"
"Welll... you talk just like me!"
"So what do you think of my plan to solve our immigration problem?"
"I'm going to be honest here...while I don't think it's a terrible idea entirely, I think it still needs something. It's just not the right idea...come here, do you know what you need for this campaign?"
"What?"
"More cowbell..."
"Maybe the wall could be made out of cowbells?"
"I don't think you understand. Forget the wall in general, it's cowbell that you should be using as your answer. I'm telling you, man...you've gotta have more cowbell! You're gonna want that cowbell."
"Hmmm.. I might consider that. By that, nice fangs...are those your real teeth?"
"Yes...is that your real hair?"
"Ooh...well played. Yep, it's my real hair alright. I noticed that you have some wine there, and some other red beverage there. I hope those aren't alcoholic, I don't drink. At least not anything like that."
"Neither do I...I don't drink, wine..."
"So..that's not wine then?"
"Oh no, the first drink is - the one next to it on the other hand, that is the blood of the last guy who ran against me in an election. And his blood tasted pretty good, not as good as yours though."
"You...you drink the blood of your enemies?"
"Why yes...I do. Don't you?"
"I don't think so...but Hillary keeps claiming I do."
"Really? Could have fooled me. You're just as bloodthirsty as I am. You know, if you end up losing the election this year - you could always help me with my campaign as long as you clean up your act."
"I'll try, but no promises. I gotta say though, I admire your moxy."
"Likewise...you may be a horrible excuse for a human but I think you have great potential outside of politics. I can tell that if you were on the same side as me, we'd make a very formidable team."
"You really think so?"
"If you cleaned up your act and were more considerate to others, or were on the same side as I am or used your expertise for something other than evil - we could make a very formidable team in a lot of ways."
"Go on..."
"You're going to want to listen to this..."
And so the Walken and the Donald continued to exchange banter and strategies all through the night, of course the Walken knew what he was doing. And he was certainly sure that he'd be the one winning this year. Of course he had big plans for the election in general, but he didn't let anyone else know. After all - the best part of being a Walken is being able to lul humans into a false sense of security.
Besides, if Donald lost - he could also be coaxed into helping him with the Walken army in some way and given if he cleaned up his act - perhaps the two of them could co-operate outside of politics. After all, Every good Walken needs a lackey to help them on their quest for cowbell and blood. As for what happened later, the Walken kept most of his plans a secret and then continued to work on his campaign.
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