#deathkin

I imagine its hulking shamble of twisted bones draped in long, messy fur, curled like knotted tree roots among the verdant ferns and croaking bullfrogs as this human form slips into darkness and the great blue wisps of fire flicker to life in the eye sockets.

My jaw creaks and rattles like a xylophone of joints as my neck stretches and twists away the ache of eons old slumber, each tender lean breaking apart the clumps of moss that have clung together during my sleep.

My claws flex and stretch as i feel around, readdjusting myself to my proper posture and size as I was my talons in the cold stream beside me before rising to tower alongside the looming redwoods far larger than I.

I take a deep, phantasmal breath of the humid forest around me, relishing in the cool suggestion of lush greenery and earthen floor, petrichor gently at the edge of my senses as I settle once more into a body that feels more like my own.

I am still a nerd beneath the shaggy form and undead creaks.

My stories are still hissed by my tongue and my games are still poked at by enlarged claws but the flesh that restrained and pained me has now melted for my preferred structure of magic and decay.

and yeah on a scale of full human to non-human i fall further to non-human tbh. just a walking skeleton who does hys work and stuff. except when i’m NOT working i’m the silliest skel you’ve ever met in the history of anything ever!!!! yay!!!!!

When I die, bury me with moss

bury me with leaves and put me in the ground with the glass shards of my silent heart

Don't burn my corpse and turn me to diamond

don't trap my soul in a prison of polished wood

My life was not what I meant it to be and I couldn't regret a word or action even still

and even still

fill my body with seeds and snails

let flowers grow from my misguided soil made of rotting flesh and forgotten wishes and let them unfold

The canyons painted with my skin welcome rivers of slime and foul-scented liquid

Let me be beautiful in all the ways I could never achieve in my live state

and let a forest grow from my corpse

When I die, let my heart and soul keep growing

let it keep breathing

let it keep beating it's phantom song

"Thump, thump, thump,"

My heart still says

it is silent still

it makes no vibration in the air which travels through your ears and is interpreted into what we know as sound, but it is still there all the same

I could not live this life as it is, I cannot as it was but I can now,

filled with the cacophony of home and all who live here

the forests of now weep and mourn for what is told to them, but maybe

it will be okay.

So leave me be in a shallow grave

I will feel the warm embrace of soil and the comforting and wonderful touch and kiss of roots, worms, and fungi

Allow the sun showers and storms to wash your face of tears for something I did not fear and revel in my newfound wonders

" of course i must. if i were to do it without an audience, then there would be no point. " ━━━ the reason for his ire has long been forgotten in favor of peering over her shoulder to assess the state of her next project. his body leans against hers, chin hooking over her head. " distract me, @deathkin. "

The deep, moaning creek of the door you swear that you locked…

The slow shuffling slither of something against your bedroom floor…

A massive, pressing weight on the edge of your bed…

The uncanny face of something not quite alive and not quite comprehensible hovering over your weary form…

Out from a mouth holding hundreds of jagged, boney teeth, a slick, serpentine tongue slithering out as it hisses a wheezing whisper-

“Cuddles?”

It demands, and you relent,

I never have been, and I never will be.

I am forever a fragmented husk of puppeteered flesh that pretends to be one of billions of mortals on this plane.

I am not invincible of course, but I am not human.

I think and can comprehend things others consider eldritch. I experience the world in ways that cannot be described and in ways that i am acutely and violently aware of.

I can feel the way my own brain pulsates and squirms within my skull, i can feel the way my innards undulate and blood hums through this human disguise.

I am aware of it, and I am what it shouldnt be.

My bones crackle and snap from their fleshy prison, wishing only the clingy tendons would let them twist and contort as they should.

I am an eldritch monster like those they read statement’s about and i talk to the moon in ways i cannot describe with mortal words.