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so I don’t lose this also HELLO??!!?

He knows something's wrong when his son doesn't come home.

Meliodas can feel it in his bones, tingling underneath his skin as his demon blood hums with his unfiltered anxiety. He itches to move, to fight, to distract himself even though it feels like the walls are closing in.

Tristan had left for Benwick a week prior, to visit Lancelot and attempt to find a way to lift him up despite Percival's death, to attempt to bring him back into the fold.

He left with his Platoon, Isolde and Chion, and Meliodas trusted them of course. But, his son was powerful just by himself, so he was at least a little reassured in that aspect. Meliodas never thought Arthur would attack again, not now, not when he'd succeeded in ridding of the prophecy.

Isolde is limping, holding up a barely awake Chion, and all of his fears suddenly come true.

They were attacked by Arthur's knights.

Tristan tried to buy them time to get out of there.

Tristan didn't come home.

His son had been /taken from him/.

Meliodas is ruined.

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He enters the meeting hall, opening the doors himself and feels as though he's working on autopilot, like someone has taken over his body and is doing everything for him because--how could he do anything else? How could he? When his worst nightmare has become reality.

Elizabeth, his wife, his beautiful, gorgeous other half, his strong, /true/ soulmate stands at the end of the table whilst other Lords of the realm discuss amongst themselves. They had been for days, inside of these four walls, panicked now that Percival's death was made public. Elizabeth had been attempting to placate them, to reassure them that not all was lost.

But, it was. Everything was lost. His son was gone.

Meliodas doesn't feel the tears on his cheeks, nor does he feel the stare and silence of every knight and lord now that he's entered. He simply limps his way over to his wife who's staring at him with wide, golden eyes, absolutely frozen as she watches her husband and his hunched over form, like he'll fall apart.

Something's wrong. Something's happened.

She goes cold, an unmistakable numbness taking over her, true, /pure/ fear taking ahold of everything she is.

She's never felt such terror before. Not ever.

Something's /wrong/.

Meliodas finally makes his way over to her, exhaling shakily before he reaches up to gently grab her hand and, for a moment, it looked as though he were moving to softly graze her stomach, her womb, before he twitches to grasp her palm and turn the two of them around towards the fireplace behind them, away from the eyes of the lords and knights staring at them as though they're ghosts.

Elizabeth feels her husband shake, /shake/, and she thinks she knows.

"Arthur-" Meliodas' voice is hoarse, as though he had been screaming. "He took our boy, Elizabeth. Our baby."

Her worst nightmare, now a reality.

Elizabeth is ruined.

She rips her hand from his, going completely cold, cold as corpse, and takes a step away from him, skin going paler than that of a ghost.

She moves to take another step, and nearly falls over, her foot shaking.

Elizabeth /trembles/, fear overriding her, terror and horror making a home inside of her insides, replacing her blood for dread, and her bones for panic. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, resounding throughout her skull as she moves away from him, trying and nearly failing to hold herself upright.

Her hands reach up to grasp at her stomach, where she once created life from, where she once held her son away from the whole world, where her son couldn't be taken from her.

She bows her head and shakes uncontrollably, all noise turning muffled as grief immediately takes over her, fills her senses and she /sobs/.

/No, no, no/, her mind begs. /Please, let this be a nightmare. Please/.

Her son, her boy, her baby. Gone. Gone. Gone.

/"What's happened?"/

/"Is the Queen alright?"/

/"Your Grace, are you-?"/

Her son, her boy, her baby. Taken. Taken. Taken.

What else would this world take? What else would the Gods deem her unworthy of? How much more would she suffer?

Arthur had been her friend, her ally, but he had lost his way.

She had been prepared to save him, to help guide him back on the right path because-it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him anymore, it was Chaos inside of him, controlling him, making him do things he wouldn't ever normally do.

She was prepared to forgive him.

But there was no forgiveness any longer.

Elizabeth had none left to give.

Suddenly, she lifts her head back up and stands upright, very suddenly calm as she exhales once, twice, three times, through her parted lips.

It was as if all sorrow and grief had been burnt away, burnt away by the boiling, ever so careful /rage/ consuming her, taking over all she was and all she'd ever be.

She can feel the tears drying on her cheeks as she turns around, facing her husband and the rest of the room.

Meliodas stares at her as though he's never seen her before.

The lords and knights all rear back at the sight of her.

"His head," She heaves as her skin boils alive. Her stomach is an empty vessel now, barren and cold. "Bring me Arthur Pendragon's /head/."

She wasn't a defenseless little princess, she hadn't been for a long time, but for the first time since facing off against the Demon King, does she truly feel as though her rage could transform her into something vicious.

Meliodas' eyes are shining still, filled with tears, but they're empty, nearly lifeless, and they are the same in their shared grief. But, hers burns brighter than the light of a thousand suns, and his is an empty cavern filled with nothingness.

The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. Either the Kingdom of Britannia or Kingdom of Camelot could be allowed to prosper, but not both.

Arthur Pendragon would reap what he's now so viciously sown, would pay for everything he had taken from her.

After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

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I have more evidence of your point!

If you look at the episode “Certain Warmth” (Netflix Terms: Season 3, Episode 21; time 17:10-17:26) Meliodas quite literally admits to trying to kill himself.

Zaratras, very intoxicated: “If that’s really true, and you’re that old, then you’re astounding Sir Meliodas. I mean - if it were me - I don’t think I’d be able to stand it. I’d have to kill myself or have someone kill me, you know?”

Meliodas, tipsy: “Oh, I’ve tried everything,” - pause - “But… the curse won’t allow that to happen.

Basically, Meliodas does want to die and has tried to end his life before - admitting to trying everything. And if Nakaba had half the mind the fans did, this idea would’ve been explored a bit more.

Meliodas definitely had several moments in NNT where he was fed up with the curse and just wanted things to end. Based on his character, his thought process would be along the lines of: “If I end my life, maybe the curse will end and Elizabeth can live freely.” Because even if he commits such a selfish act, he’s doing it for the benefit of someone else (what can I say, he’s too self-sacrificial for his own good). Furthermore, if Meliodas was ready to accept death calmly when the curse was taking affect once more, and jumps at the opportunity to collect the commandments knowing it would trap him in the demon realm away from his loved ones for the sake of breaking the curse, then it’s safe to assume he’s had enough of his life.

I wouldn’t be surprised that if Elizabeth Liones died due to the curse once more, Meliodas would completely give up. In a later season with Meliodas, Merlin, and Escanor (where Meliodas shames Escanor for being suicidal and basically tells him to get his shit straight), Merlin suspends Escanor in a state between life and death so he can speak with Rosa (The King Sings Alone, S5 EP 18, time 21:23-21:40). Merlin offers, “I can render you half dead the same way I did for Escanor.” Knowing Merlin not only has the power to render someone half dead, but also the power to keep a state infinitely, Meliodas would probably ask her to put him in dormancy. AKA, Merlin would render him half dead and keep that state infinitely; Meliodas would technically be alive, but put in a state of comatose as his soul itself wanders the Capital of the Dead.

The angst ideas are infinite and I will explore every one of them, TRUST.

Hear me out for a sec.

When Meliodas revealed the truth about his and Elizabeth's curse and wanting to break it, Diane said something along the line of "But then you and Elizabeth will..." (I think) implying that she thought both of them would die once the curse was broken.

Meliodas responds with something to the effect of "that's the point"...??????? Am I reading into this too much or did he just admit he wanted to die?? This has angst potential methinks

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I’m working at McDonalds now so I made this…

You’re welcome…

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This- oh gosh.

I haven’t posted on tumblr in a couple weeks and I’m literally blessed by this. First of all, I want to thank you so very much for using my art, crediting me, and being so polite about it!!! I have no issue with you using my art as the icon as long there are proper credits (which you have done so gold star! ⭐️). Secondly, I want to thank you for this brand new playlist I can consume to fuel my writing/drawing. I haven’t heard a lot of these songs, but I skimmed through and I absolutely adore how it displays the dynamic between Meliodas and Elizabeth.

Now I want to thank the absolutely beautiful, amazing, wonderful community I’ve found. @the-ghost-sin was the first to really appreciate my work, and after branching out further I have found so many lovely people (such as yourself, Blue!) like @thenntrewrite , @cattivedonne , @hihopelessromantics , @lucespringstar , and so much more. I not only thank you, Blue, but all of the wonderful people who have made a safe and welcoming community. You guys fuel my crazy ideas, help me through creative blocks, and listen to me in my time of need. It’s safe to say that without you all, I would not be where I am today. If you haven’t already, go check out all of their wonderful content because—wow. Just wow. Everything these people make is so incredible, and I really think you would enjoy their ideas/thoughts!

It is honestly, such an honor to be with so many amazing artists, writers, playlist makers, poets, you name it. This is truly one of the best Christmas gifts I ever could have received, thank you so much!!!

Merry Christmas, everyone!! 🎄💫

before you ask… yes I am indeed working on the next High and Dry chapter, I have not abandoned y’all…

"I'll always find you again and again, and I'll love every version of you."

Another controversial ship that I'm posting! I have to clarify with this one we go a smidge bit off canon because I've been autistic about nnt since literally it came out, so I've been tweaking it to suit my own fancy ever since! Whoopsies

Anyways, what is not to love about the plot behind Elizabeth and Meliodas? Dying over and over and over, falling in love endlessly in a hundred different lifetimes. Always finding each other, doomed to always find each other. Trying to kill yourself to stop the torment of falling in love and losing her over and over again.

And yet, she asked you to save the both of you. And you love her like nothing you've ever loved before, so you can't deny her that. You have to keep going, for her sake. And by God he does! He saves them! He bends and defies fate for her!

(Tiny itty-bitty smidge of nsfw conversation under the cut in relation to Holy War Melizabeth in case you don't wanna see that 🫶) + I also just go on a long as fuck rant about Holy War Melizabeth! Whoopsie daisies

Not even mentioning the absolute perfection that is Holy War Elizabeth and Meliodas? I love Bloody Ellie so much it's unreal. I HATE that we never get to see why she was called that. I however love the ideal of them clashing on the battlefield many, MANY times and she's going absolutely wild with it because she is one of the top ranked goddesses and can shred through anything she puts her hands on, and Meliodas is like Why Am I Hard Right Now?

And Elizabeth being the ever so perfect daughter of the ever so perfect Supreme Deity craves the outlet of going at it with Meliodas since he's one of the only living beings in the realm that can handle actual hand to hand combat with the daughter of the Supreme Deity without getting squashed like a bug. I believe in slightly deranged Elizabeth supremacy, and so should you!

I think their slowburn was PAINFULLY slow and BURNT the FUCK out of them and it took such a long time of slight miscommunications and catching each other in casual moments for them to start actually seeing each other in new lights. Little moments where Meliodas could see the gentle side of Elizabeth and little moments where Elizabeth could see glimpses of Meliodas' humanity.

I'm actually going to go off topic and suggest an AO3 author I really like! Check out 7_ratsinatrenchcoat for some of my favorite depictions of Holy War Melizabeth, and my personal favorite of theirs here!

The credit is in the icon, but I'll credit the artist (@jupitermchai here on tumblr!) just in case you can't see it! Also, if you are reading this and you are in fact the artist, if you're not comfortable with your art being a spotify playlist icon please just let me know!!

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Rewrite Meliodas is consuming me…

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A Soul Lingers ~~ Part 1

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Elizabeth opened her eyes. Not fully, but enough to see what was before her: a drab ceiling. A heap of warmth cradled her frame uncomfortably, that heap supposedly being Meliodas. I’m too hot, I’m sweating, this is uncomfortable, she thought helplessly; mind screaming at her body to move. The skin between her thighs and underarms stuck to themselves and her back was slick with perspirant.

After a few meager attempts she managed to wiggle free from Meliodas and lay on her side. Back to her husband. Elizabeth sat in thought with herself.

What will I do today? She had the normal tasks to complete as Queen of Britannia, of course. Like overseeing the castle gardens, making sure the stocks were in order for winter, and preparing for the Winter Star Feast. Those things could not fall behind no matter what. Still, there was something else. Something more than strolling the castle gardens and planning future events.

Oh, yes, I’m a mother. With newfound confidence, she lifted her body from the mattress and plucked her silk robe from the edge of their bed. The floors were icy from the impending winter season and the boards creaked as Elizabeth tip-toed to the bedroom door. Her hand reached out, fingertips ghosting the glassy doorknob, only to be stopped by a voice.

“El..? What are you doing, honey?” Meliodas was propped on his elbows. His nightshirt hung off of his shoulder, displaying a small portion of the scars he accumulated over the past three thousand years. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her waist timidly. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and furrowed her brow, confused by his question.

“I’m going to wake Tristan, of course.” She tread lightly. Meliodas’ eyes suddenly fell, from which she couldn’t tell why. In a more confident voice, “…the maids will be fixing breakfast soon. He needs to be awake or he’ll miss the most important meal of the day.”

There was a pause between their bodies. Elizabeth by the door, and Meliodas frowning in the bedsheets. Suddenly, but rather slowly, Meliodas peels back the covers and makes his way to her. His eyes soften but that dreadful frown remains. Elizabeth lets out a heavy breath when he places a hand over hers. His skin is incredibly warm, even with the calluses on the pads of his fingers.

“Honey… I think you’re confused.” Meliodas looks up into her eyes as he squeezes her hand. Those rich ocean eyes, ones he’d seen hundreds of times, were raw with sleep and confusion. It made his hearts shiver with discomfort.

“Tristan… she-..” he stops himself. “My love, come back to sleep. It is too early to be up. We can wake in just a few more hours. Come.”

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So I’m not dead.

Not that anyone thought that but I’ve been inactive for… a while. Just a few quick updates:

Older sister got into a car wreck (she is a-okay now)

Stoner AU is STILL happening (Chapter 8 coming in the next week)

I took a small break to reel things in and focus on family

Started new medication that will get me back on track

Thank you everyone who has been patient with me, even though I didn’t give any warning (besides a heads up to a discord server). I felt it would be better if I posted after it blew over rather than in the middle of the chaos. Much love and I’ll post more soon!!

…also some apology art 🙇 (third one is suggestive)

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I propose:

Meliodas as a psychologist who wears round glasses (NOT Harry Potter type ones).

He’s the communal friend therapist with a shit ton of baggage that comes out when he drinks. He’s also Hispanic and calls his friends stupid nicknames in his native language. I rest my case.

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after hours of doom scrolling, drawing, being incredibly inactive (and watching questionable YouTube videos…), I’ve come to ‘feed my gators’ with art of Stoner Meliodas AND Amulius (Meliodas rewrite from Star-Crossed and Deliberate).

(yes I was listening to red wine supernova when I drew the second sketch…)

School has been crazy and I have first trimester finals this week, but I’ve been getting into art more so maybe more art soon?

…if I don’t go off the radar again 😔

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A lil sketch based on @primalspirit and @the-ghost-sin 🤲

Imagine Elizabeth tickling Meliodas’ paw/demon claw things. He fails at not laughing so he just clamps down on her hand hoping she’ll stop (she doesn’t).

M: “Stop—“ E: “…they’re so soft??”

Then she proceeds to play with his toe beans. UGH

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*Sigh* Time to use my new drawing desk 😐✏️

Have you ever just look at Assault Mode Meliodas and look at his Feet of Darkness Claws feet...

And just want to mess with them like one messes with Kitty Cat Paws...

Or am I the only weird one?

Um hi yes I would very much love to poke the kitty paws. Unfortunately I don't think that would be a good idea. How do I know? No reason. Ignore the broken jaw. But you may get kicked. But k i t t y p a w

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when all of the previous events in your fan-fiction perfectly line up to create the very particular current event:

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I know we all love my stoner au… but my rewrite is calling me guys. JUST LOOK AT THEM

(This is VERY old art)

Absolutely SPRINTING to go do some more world building 🏃🏼💨

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Chapter posted !!

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I think Meliodas with a mullet is too good to pass up y’all..

Also some updates! School for me starts tomorrow, which means I get my school laptop. I’m able to write more efficiently on there, therefore my Stoner AU will have “frequent” updates (more or less, a chapter every other week). I did unfortunately injure my foot, so I’m stuck in bed with my iPad, which means more writing, art, and crochet :,)