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asteriskheart
adds to the horror aspect tbh
IT REALLY DOES AND I LOVE IT!! even though it’s definitely probably unintentional it helps with the uneasiness, esp when it has music like the lab stage and whatever the fuck that was the character story music
“ . . . WHAT’S UP? ” SHE SUSPECTED NOTHING, not even pondered the possibility that this creature might understand her. How could it, Mari thought; it looked like a small monster, one that would be an easy victory if she or it chose to engage. LUCKILY, Mari is not the type to do such a thing. She’s within the comfort and company of her beloved RATHALOS, holding her knees to her chest and basking in the warm, tropical sun. She looks back over to the creature, which stood roughly at her hip, and fawns over him a bit. “ You are so little . . . ” // @asteriskheart - spyro
@asteriskheart / meliodas to elizabeth: ❝ you are so, so important to me... the thought of losing you... ❞
your delicate , sun-warmed hands , scarred from battles & the holy war(s) & blood & murder & the agony of 106 previous incarnations deaths ( if you focus hard enough , you can sense your previous incarnations , but you can sense origibeth’s the strongest , as always . her hands are layered on top of yours , protectively cradling the baby bump - yours & meliodas’s son ) , slowly halt their movements . gentle is the goddess as you curl up tighter against meliodas’s side , the silken blankets slipping further across your very pregnant belly . you maternity dress is loose & flowy , soft & warm . it’s perfect , everything’s perfect . you rest your head against meliodas’s bare chest , one of your hands reaching out to grab ahold of his , immediately slotting your fingers together . you’re heavily pregnant , around eight months . in a few weeks is your due date , & you’re SO giddy . in your current state , walking around is certainly a challenge because your swollen feet hurt , so you opt to lay in bed , because you want to expend as little physical energy as possible . all of your focus has been on making sure that the baby growing inside of you is okay , his two heartbeat strong & healthy , safe inside of you .
you’ve nearly taken a few tumbles to the ground ( clumsy nature never waned , not even while pregnant ) , but meliodas is always there to catch you before you crash to the ground , & HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN . you won’t forget the first time you nearly fell , the memory burned permanently into your mind . it had been so scary . you were barely a few weeks pregnant , having broken the news to meliodas nearly ten hours prior . you tripped over your own two feet on your way to the kingdom’s garden , a scream of panic & FEAR FEAR FEAR FEAR exploding from your mouth as your wings appeared & beat rapidly , desperately trying to make yourself stand upright , one hand instinctively wrapping in a tight lock around your belly to shield your unborn child , the other thrusting forward to break your inevitable FALL as you rushed towards the floor . you expected to feel pain , to FEEL that impact . but then you crashed into meliodas’s arms , your love holding you firmly , expression UNDERSTANDABLY worried . heart hammering in your throat , adrenaline pumping through your entire body , you pressed your face into meliodas’s chest , the trembling arm still wrapped tightly around your belly , & SOBBED until you ran out of tears , eyes red-rimmed , aching & burning . tears staining your cheeks , the lump in your throat making hard to breathe , trembling like a leaf in powerful winds . near-constant , hysterical apologies had tumbled past your shaky lips , glowing eyes blown wide with panic . apologies to meliodas for having to drop whatever he had been doing to make sure you didn’t fall , for worrying him , apologies to your son in your belly for almost hurting him , oh stars —
( & then the second tumble happened , followed by the third a few weeks later , & then the trauma-induced paranoia set in . even after witnessing your mother’s death in her fight against the sins , meliodas & zeldris , you became so WORRIED that she somehow came back , that she was still pulling the strings again from wherever her final resting place is . )
❝ you are so , so important to me. . . ❞ murmurs your love , honeyed words whispered into the crown of your silver hair . ❝ the thought of losing you. . . ❞
you pull your head away from his chest & sit up slightly , gazing warmly at him , blinking a few times . as if you’re seeing him for the first time , your mind’s eye drinks in every little detail on his face , orange-golden eyes full of love for the demon you’re proud to call your soulmate . meliodas is yours forever , as you are his . still sleepy , morning’s hold on you remaining firm , you yawn . after , your lips curl upwards into a warm , reassuring smile , hoping to ease some of your soulmate’s worries , as well as your own that still linger . your MOTHER & his FATHER are dead , both of them killed by yours , gelda , zeldris , & the sins’ combined efforts , but there will always be a lingering FEAR there , a result of so many years of hardship & suffering . trauma doesn’t vanish overnight .
❝ oh , my soulmate. . . ❞ you murmur , hands reaching out to cup your lover’s face , fingers warm as they press into his pale skin . a tingling sensation races through your arms at the point of contact , as it almost always does , ❝ i promise, i will survive the birth of our son . tristan is strong , & so am i . he is our son , after all . we’ve been through so much together . you’re not going to get rid of me that easily. ❞ you chuckle , ❝ & our son & i. . . ❞ you glance down at your belly , one of your wing-tips reaching out to gently poke his cheek , tracing his side profile lightly . ❝ we love you so much . tristan isn’t even born yet , but i just know that he loves you . both of us will survive this birth , & the two of us will be BETTER parents than our own never were . the cycle of abusive hell ended with our parents deaths , meliodas . the three of us can be a family without FEAR . ❞ you murmur , then take a deep breath . your eyes , so full of confidence & love , never leave his .
❝ after so many years of war , reincarnation & grief , i feel we rightfully deserve our happy , blissful epilogue . stars above , my love. . . i cannot wait for our baby boy to take his first breath , take his first steps , speak his first words . ❞ your eyes shine with hope & joy as your mind whirls, thinking of the milestones he will reach , that meliodas will reach as a FATHER , that you will reach as a MOTHER . it’s so exciting ! ❝ the three of us are r-really going to be a family. . . ❞ your voice catches on that last word , emotions swirling throughout your whole body , overjoyed tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, causing your vision to blur , warping meliodas’s image slightly . ❝ i love you , meliodas . forever . ❞
❝ Three orders of 20 piece nuggets. ❞ said with a straight face, no explanation given.
♕ - To think they’ve ever meet in such a circumstance. A divide as great as the cosmic, unchanging walls of Fate itself. Sora and Kairi, Employee and Customer, settled at the opposing ends of a Mcdonald’s countertop, only with the dull hum of a cash register serving as the third party, the gazing eye of this unfurled destiny. Sora’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief for a moment as her order came swift, in many ways unstoppable compared to the usual customers who took 10 minutes asking for ‘That One Thing’, the unknown, impossible variable that remained in their goddamn heads.
Kairi intended to be an opponent who didn’t use the dark methods to draw him into a pit of insanity. No, this was a matter of cooking and seeing the order done to the very end. Luckily for her, he’s always willing for a challenge.
“So, I seen you’ve been craving my McNuggies then. Don’t think I’m gonna hold back their potential on you now. Just one second ma’am.” He offers as a solemn promise as he walks off to the kitchen in the back. Bubbling pits of grease, the sizzle and finesse of food being fried, it was a cog in the ruthless exploitation of potential body strength, mental form and the executionary resolve to lay it all down.
A pure flourish of light would find itself emitting from the machines and utensils, Sora’s very resolve being edged into the machinery as he takes in a breath of the heavy, nearly stale air. Every raging scream of a customer, disappointed pout of people who thought this was Burger King, he’d align these deeply trenched emotions into action.
“Light!”
As his mortal body levitates into the air, the crown of the King burns ferociously upon the floor. Soon, nuggies, as far as the eye can see found themselves ripped the tables they remained upon, floating from the freezer in organized rows before they reveal their last cry before taking their baths bubbling pitches. Multiple ingredients applied, stirred, amplifying the state of their taste would take part as within moments, the sacred dance of Fast Food Matrimony is complete, the ingredients and seasonings becoming one. A Sora certified McDonalds recipe is forged.
Raising and thrusting another hand to the side, those soon finished nuggets would retreat, falling into the paper coffins known as their packs, leaving them sealed three behemoth packs of 20 McNuggets are now laid upon the surface that dictates their curtain call.
Landing back down, he quickly packages them all into paper bag, ensuring it’s well positioned before returning to the counter, pretending that a thing wasn’t out of place.
“...”
They’re safely slid over to the princess awaiting her prize.
“That’ll be 1,621 Yen. Would you like enjoy some napkins with that order?”
@asteriskheart
𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 holding pure light; naminé looks at her, sees the differences between them, &. cannot help the way the empty space in her chest constricts. “ the islands are [ ... ] more vibrant than i thought they would be. ” she’s crouched in the sand, fingers holding up a sea shell, &. she thinks; no, no hazy memories or scribbled drawings could ever compare. “ it seems more beautiful than twilight town, at times. ”
@asteriskheart. / am i your shadow? am i your ghost?
@asteriskheart ♡ → gowther & merlin.
❝ i would like to thank you, merlin. if you had not quit as the new poster girl for the boar hat tavern, i never would have gained my place as a waitress. ❞ although gowther wasn’t even OFFICIALLY a waitress. he’d simply assumed the role, and so far no one had bothered to stop him. ❝ by the way, what was your reason for quitting? do you not like the outfit? i quite enjoy it myself. ❞
@asteriskheart continued from here !
something unfamiliar-yet-worryingly-SO dislodges in your chest, violent & bloodthirsty as rips you apart from the inside OUT, your eyes suddenly flaring an even brighter gold-orange in pure alarm. you don’t know why you said that. it’s true that you wish to have your original body back, but you don’t want to go back to the times of war & pain & fighting. you ( perhaps SELFISHLY ) wish to go back to that time BEFORE your & your soulmate’s fates were sealed. before you two were cursed. his words don’t soothe, they only accelerate the agony that floods through your whole body suddenly. it’s a MEMORY from your original life, 3,000 years ago. the memory slams into you like a tidal wave like it always does, constantly toeing the lines between clear & fuzzy as it overwhelms you, clear & fuzzy, CLEAR &-
you stand in front of the supreme deity in her palace of stark marble & white & gold & light. the palace is impressive, picture-esque of a ruling divinity. the memory grows fuzzy at the edges, your current human mind & body & light wholly overwhelmed by it. your mother... she sneered at you from atop her throne, halo of light surrounding her face growing unbearably BRIGHTER with rage at your insubordination, yet she was still somehow poised & regal. words so full of disappointment & hate & disdain it nearly CHOKED you, as if you’re nothing but a bug underneath her heel, a misbehaving dog that needed a beating.
you instinctively CRY OUT in alarm as blood slips down your nose, breathing become ragged as the memory swirls out of its fuzzy state with a breath of finality & becomes clear, AS IF ITS HAPPENING FOR THE SECOND 107TH TIME. your hands fly up towards silver tresses to clutch the sides of your head. mouth opens & something between a WAIL & a scream rips from your throat before you can stop it, stumbling a step backwards from meliodas & crashing into the cold wall behind you. something clatters into the ground as your hip collides with the sharp edge of a table. the sound of a flower pot shattering loudly to the ground doesn’t shake you out of the memory, the feelings, pieces scattering everywhere. you sob softly as tears escape your eyes, body trembling violently, body feeling simultaneously WEIGHTLESS & too heavy all at once. every previous elizabeth got stuck like this, & this time is no different, unfortunately. you’re stuck in the memory of being summoned into the imperial court, berated by your mother, de-winged by her very hands & cast aside.
BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE HAD SUCH A VISERAL REACTION. ( is it because you’re in front of meliodas when he’s like this, when he’s in his assault mode ? )
( ❝ ELIZABETH, MY DAUGHTER, YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE SINNER ! A VILE BLIGHT ‘PON HEAVEN’S GRACE / A STAIN UPON EVERYTHING GOOD FOR ETERNITY, & I ALONE STAND FOR EVERYTHING THAT IS, WAS, & WILL BE ETERNALLY GOOD. YOU, WHO BROKE FREE OF YOUR DECREE TO SLAUGHTER DEMONS & BRING EVERLASTING PEACE TO OUR KIND, HAS TURNED HER BACK ON DIVINE, WARM LIGHT & SPIRALED HEAD-FIRST TOWARDS FRIGID, ENDLESS DARKNESS. THE SERPENT TEMPTED YOU, ELIZABETH, & YOU UNABASHEDLY GLUT ON THE CORRUPTED APPLE. YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR THE VERY WORST OF THE WORST; THE INFERNAL, ROTTEN SCUM OF THE DEMON CLAN - THE DEMON KING’S FIRSTBORN SON & THE ELDEST OF DEMONS, NO LESS: MELIODAS.
REPENT FOR YOUR ERRORS & SINK TO THE HOLY GROUND AT MY FEET. PRAY FOR MY MERCY UNTO YOUR SOILED, BURDENED SOUL, FOR I AM HEAVEN’S ADJUDICATE FIRST & YOUR MOTHER SECOND. NOW KNEEL & ENTIRELY RENOUNCE YOUR LOVE FOR THE DEMON MELIODAS. SHOULD YOU DEFY THESE SIMPLE ORDERS, YOU WILL FACE ALL OF CELESTIA’S UNFORGIVING WRATH & DIVINE RETRIBUTION, & YOU, MY DAUGHTER WILL ROT ETERNALLY IN HELL. ❞ )
YOU’RE NOT SURE WHY you think of your mother’s scorching words. like lucifer being cast down from heaven, you were barred from heaven’s gate, like you were nothing but a diseased lump of waste. your fellow goddesses certainly did not speak out of turn, did not come to your defense, lest they share the same FATE as the vile demon sympathizer. heaven’s light & strongest soldier, shunned & cast aside.
you can do nothing but SCREAM as you suddenly give a full-body jerk at the feeling of white, imperial hands RIPPING every feather from your bottom two wings like the feathers are nothing but paper, then tearing apart the skeletal, twitching remains. you’re stuck, & there is NOTHING you nor your lover can do. slowly & methodical are your mother’s movements, like she’s taking pleasure in de-winging her disobedient DAUGHTER, making sure that you cannot heal yourself in time. you sob & wail uncontrollably as red blood suddenly blooms across your human tailbone, back in reality, quickly staining the material of your shirt. it stains the wall & floor, your golden-orange eyes flaring BRIGHT RED in alarm as you gaze not at, but THROUGH meliodas’s body, like he isn’t there. your soulmate, your lover, who promised he’d break your curses, end your eternal sufferings. IS IT ALL HE KNOWS ANYMORE ? your voice is hoarse from screaming & crying as you BEG, aloud to meliodas the supreme deity ( who LOOMS above you, regal hands flicking ichor-stained, twitching feathers out from betwixt the gaps in her gloved fingers ) to ❝ please stop, you’re hurting me, you’re RIPPING APART MY WINGS, MOTHER!. ❞ you moan weakly, delirious & agonized.
slowly, it subsides. the now-memory fades & slowly SHATTERS into a thousand kaleidoscopic pieces, scattering into the proverbial wind. though, the blood & agony STILL remain - the blood still wet & sticky & the agony slowly fading. yet, the tears on your face do not dry. you sit there in the hall, staring blankly at through meliodas as tears flow freely from your still-glowing eyes, slipping down your cheeks & wetting your jaw, your neck. you cannot find the strength to open your mouth, your brain refusing to remember how to use your tongue, how to speak. you do not REMEMBER what your soulmate said straight away, which had been in response to your gentle murmur, the desire for your old body back, a result of your mind / soul / light becoming overwhelmed.
one, two, three. . . a solid ten seconds pass as you struggle to calm down enough to FINALLY speak. your heart is still pounding like you were just RUNNING for your life, & you’re still trembling like a leaf, like there’s a deep-sated chill coiling through your bones - one that you cannot will away. everything hurts, your body & mind. your light hurts the most, though, your light instinctively reaching out towards meliodas’s darkness for comfort ( you don’t know if you’ll get any comfort from him when he’s in his assault mode, but as you KNOW... well, old habits die hard ). slowly, your lips part, still trembling as a hand reaches up to steady yourself against the wall, body slow to rise from the bloodstained floor, flicking your silver hair across your shoulder. blood stains the ends of your hair, & you GASP for breath.
your tear-filled eyes remains on him. it’s always been him, & it will ALWAYS be him, even when he is in this state. HE IS YOUR MELIODAS, & YOU ARE HIS ELIZABETH. slowly, your lips part. you pray meliodas will say nothing about what just happened. . . but at the same time, you hope meliodas will show concern, even if it’s just for a split second. show ANYTHING other than total indifference, the callousness that worries you to your core.
you finally speak - your cadence is shaky & hoarse, but the words are true.
❝ thank. . . t-thank you, my s-soulmate . ❞
NONONO LOOK!! REX HAS DINO RIGHTS OUT HERE IT’S JUST--
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When are you ever really the same size of a dinosaur. There’s a few important components missing to Sora’s expectations!
