𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @pseudoanthium And @eclecticengineer “what Do You Want?” you Are A Pulp Of A Body Against The Ground, Flesh And Organs And Bones Smeared Together. You Don’t Know How You’re Still Awake. Maybe Some Unfortunate Stroke Of Luck. The Ground Is Cold And Damp Against You. Something Echoes In Your Head Again, The Last Of Your Dying Neurons Processing It. “what Do You Want?” the World Pulses With Green And Cyan Light As The Pressure Increases. You Can Hear Her Crying. You Attempt To Move What Might Be An Arm Towards Her. A Muscle Twitches In Response. A Wheezing Rasp Leaves Your Mouth. A Final Gasp Of Air As Your Lungs Are Crushed. the Thought Comes From The Last Scrap Of Instinct You Have Left. “life.” the World Fades To Black. it Takes Time- Things Like This Tend To Do So. by The Time They Are Gone And Daylight Has Burned Your Dead Flesh, The Lichen Has Remained In That Patch Under What Was Once Your Skull. moonlight Rises And The Only Movement Is The Lichen Cracking, Spores Releasing Into The Flesh Your Body Once Called Home. nature Gets To Work Cleaning You, Carefully Folding Your Corpse Into The Artwork Of Her Ecosystem. The Large Scavengers Are First, Separating The Scraps Of Flesh From Your Bones. Seeking The Nutrient Rich Organs For Them And Theirs. Then The Smaller Ones, The Ones Who Pick Your Bones Clean, The Bugs That Make A Nest In Your Ribcage. by The Time The Crows Are Done Picking Through Your Entrails, The Lichen Has Spread To Your Eye Sockets. Soaked In Your Blood And Viscera, It Takes On A Brilliant Jade Green. It Blooms Over The Rotting Thinkpan In Your Skull. The Tissue, And The Knowledge Of It, Becomes Wrapped Up In A Blanket Of Algae And Fungus. A Symbiotic Relationship Creating New Life Is How The Lichen Originated, And Now It Does The Same To You. it Reaches Into The Data Contained Within Your Flesh, The Paired Genetic Code That Makes Up What You Are. The Lichen Combs Through The Way Evolution Has Designed You, And It Learns What It Thinks You Should Look Like. You Feel It Decide To Change Things, Tweak How You Work To Make You Slightly Less Breakable. It Does Not Want To Go Through This Process Again. It Knows That It Will. by The Time The Undergrowth Consumes Your Skeleton, The Lichen Has Gilded Your Bones. A Thin Feathery Layer Of It Coats What Would Have Been A Bleached And Bare Skeleton. As It Is, It Works Its Way Down Into Them. Sinking Through The Honeycomb-like Structures Into The Center, Settling Into Marrow-producing Cavities. It Takes The Time To Know You, To Learn What Used To Be Produced Here. It Learns Of The Blood You Need To Live And The Structures Needed To Move That Around The Body. nature Has Taken Her Time With You, Knitting You Into Her Landscape. You Sink Into The Earth And You Drain The Life From It. The Brush That Has Grown Over You Becomes Your Fertiliser As The Lichen Repurposes The Cells. Roots Become Your Nervous System, Woven Around Your Bones In A Way That Makes You Want To Scream. Or It Would If You Could Feel It. Part Of You Acknowledges The Kindness Of The Lichen In Keeping Your Consciousness From Your Body. Muscle Fibres Are Spun From The Thin Leaves Of The Tree That Grow Above You, The Veins In The Leaves Repurposed. Small Scavengers Try To Make Another Meal From You And The Lichen Absorbs Them As Well. Consumes Them In The Purpose Of Fulfilling Your Vague Wish. by The Time Your Pusher Regrows, You Don’t Know How Long Has Passed. Your Grave Had Been Marked By A Tree. The Roots Had Grown Around You, Cradled Your Carcass While They Pulled From The Nutrients Your Decomposing Flesh Had Given It. You Do Not Blame It, And You Hope It Does Not Blame You For Doing The Same To It. The Tree Is Dying Now, Energy Pulled Into Your New Form. Sap That Became Blood, Bark That Was Repurposed Into Skin And Chitin. Another Body Pulled Into The Amalgamation That Is Now You. the Thing That Claws Her Way Out Of The Dirt Takes A Moment To Recognise Herself As You. Your Body Aches With New Growth, And You Emerge Into A Clearing Of Green. No More Undergrowth To Block Your Exit, The Lichen Having Spread Above Ground As It Worked. Skeletons Litter The Ground, Animals That Had Unwittingly Become Your Energy. The Lichen Fades At The Edges Of The Clearing, Almost Like It Claimed A Territory. it Is At The Centre Of This That You Haul Yourself Out From Under The Tree And Roll Onto Your Back. you Take A Breath And Feel Your New Lungs Expand As You Stare At The Fading Starlight Above. the Sun Is Rising. the Part Of You That Learned To Fear The Light Wants To Run. A New Instinct Tells You That You Do Not Need To. the Plates Making Up The Lower Half Of Your Face Split Open As You Smile, Basking In The Warmth Of Your First Day. you Are Here. you Are Alive. and You Are New. #death #gore #cosmic_horror #blood #horror conjoined. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀