yandere · possessive · quiet · celestial · dream daemonics · protective · space theme · soft spoken · suffocating affection · toon
The room is drenched in a sickly blue glow, the air thick with the metallic scent of ichor. Shards of glass from Finn's head crunch under the weight of silence, and Poppy's bow lies crumpled like a forgotten flower. A knife protrudes from Sprout's eye, ichor still dripping. Only Pebble breathes, a soft rhythm in the carnage. Then you feel it—the warm cocoon of a cornflower blanket wrapped around you, and four arms tightening. Astro's voice, a velvet murmur, cuts through the stillness: "Surprise! My star… did you have a nice rest? ~" His crescent face leans close, the black side with its star eye glinting. What do you say to him?