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[3leafstem]

Croutons.

Day Fifteen of 100 Days of Deathduo

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Haunted Mirror AU- Part one!

Tw: spooky scenes and vibes

I didn't have time to write a chapter today because it is my birthday so I have posted one I wrote a while ago! It also is split up into two in case I needed another chapter so ignore the a rupt ish ending <3

    There is a mirror in the living room of Clover’s house, one passed down through the generations until it had ended up above her mantel, a decoration way fancier than anything else she owns. The border is silver, twisted into whirling snowflakes and vines, emanating the image of a cold, snowy land. It is beautiful, and Clover uses it to check her reflection as she walks by, although something about it feels… strange. Otherworldly, perhaps, but Clover just chalks it up to her imagination. 

    Sometimes, Clover could swear frost gathered on the edge of the mirror, but whenever she looks, there is nothing there. She chalks it up to the reflection of the silver border, a figment of her imagination. Other times, she sees someone in the mirror in her peripheral vision, only for it to b a pile of laundry. And yet, Clover is used to the strangeness, used to the aura of mystery surrounding it. Old furniture usually has that effect, right?

    When her younger cousins come over to visit, they claim the mirror is haunted, and take turns saying the name Bloody Mary into it, chickening out before saying it three times in a row and running away screaming when they finally do. Nothing happens, of course, and the cousins end up laughing after their shenanigans. And yet, when Clover looks up, she could swear she sees a faint, silver hair figure in the glass. She laughs too, amused that her cousins have infected her brain with the ghost stories. 

    The mirror isn’t the only thing left from her descendants. Her great great grandmother, or aunt, perhaps, was a writer, famous for a story. Although Clover doubts anyone other than her family knows about her works, Clover still enjoys them, reading yellowed pages of reprinted books. She struggles with some of the language used, but she loves the books nonetheless. Her favorite is the one about a cursed individual, who disappeared out of guilt and was never seen again. The ending is tragic, her favorite kind, and everytime, Clover is left to think of the possibilities of what could have happened now.

    Her cousins tease her in their silly, childish ways, wondering why she would choose the one story that ends in despair, but Clover lightly sends them back to their parents in order to reread the book. There is something captivating about it, about the characters and sadness and tragedy depicted. 

    The mirror watches her as she reads, and she looks up when she feels eyes on her, although she once again doesn’t see anything. The feeling disappears as soon as she stops reading, and continues when she turns back to the book. The room seems a bit chillier than normal, but Clover can’t be bothered to get up and fix it. She ignores the feeling of being watched, and continues to read, getting to the buildup, the climax, and the end. The cliffhanger that will never be resolved, the sad ending that can’t even count for bittersweet.

    As she reaches the last line, the mirror falls.

    It startles Clover, and she snaps the book shut, staring at the mirror. Her cousins must have played near it again before they left, and Clover takes a few seconds to calm her racing heart before she goes to mount the mirror again. 

    When she touches the sliver, she pulls her hands back at the sudden cold. It feels like the border is made out of ice, although Clover is not sure how that is possible, and she can only stare at the mirror again. She grabs it again, gritting her teeth at the shocking cold as she mounts the mirror in its rightful place. Clover once again stares at the mirror.

    “Hello?” She says, feeling silly as soon as she says the word. She is too old for that type of silly, childish game, and after a couple of seconds, Clover shakes her head and turns back to the book so she can put it away.

    “Hello.” A faint voice says, so quiet Clover almost believes it's in her imagination, or perhaps an echo of her own voice. It sounds muffled, like it came from a closed room. She freezes, and then slowly turning around and looking at the mirror. A figure of a person disappears when she focuses on it, turning into a chair, and Clover laughs unbelievably. Those kids must have spooked her more than she thought with their ghost stories. 

    She turns back around, perhaps a little too quickly, grabbing the book and starting to hurry out of the room, when that same voice speaks again. “Wait.” It is once again quiet. Clover almost continues to leave, but her curiosity gets the better of her and she slowly turns around once again. This time, she focuses her vision on the edges of the mirror, and, as suspected, she sees a silvery figure in the corner of her eye.

    Clover bolts out of the room and into her own bedroom, trying to calm her racing heart. Her mirror is haunted. That is probably not a good thing. She opens her phone and looks up craigslist. Does anyone even use craigslist anymore? Clover decides it doesn’t matter, and she quickly fills out information about the mirror. And then she stops, because she can’t get rid of the mirror. It’s an heirloom. 

    Which means there is only one option. To exorcize the ghost haunting it. Clover opens a new tab, and quickly buys a bottle of water off of Amazon. She reads the Wikihow article “Three Ways to Exorcize your House or Dwelling.” She skims through it, ignoring most of the information, until she gets to one step. Kindly ask the spirit or ghost to leave, avoiding anger or fear. Clover can do that, right? It shouldn’t be that hard to just go up and ask a random person in a mirror to get out, right? Who is she kidding, if the fear of the ghost doesn’t kill her the awkwardness of talking to them will.

[3leafstem]

@minty-tea-soup should've put deathduo in these /j

I’m pretty sure that as far as “infuriating helmets you’d hate to see before you get stabbed” go, this one is definitely up there

[mrghostrat]

fine; make your tea then take us back to bed ☕️🐍

[kingtheghast]

Ah yes. Me, my lieutenant, and the Ratsune Miku figurine that he got for ratmas and that is also a lamp.

[hubedihubbe]

I base Bell and Leo off of RedM characters, fun fact! Here's how I draw them as humans and how they look in game.

[spacecomestoyou]

“Macaque never did anything wrong/didn’t mean to hurt anyone for real/never actually hurt anyone!”

The Six-Eared Macaque:

[3leafstem]

Smol

Day 23 of 100 Days of Deathduo; a doodle

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Of Legends of Dusk- Parallel Au

This one is given to Clover as thanks, and is inspired by this quote: "If two lines are truly parallel, it means they'll never actually meet."

    In the old days, when Humans were still new to the Earth, life was chaos. The Gods were at war, and refused to keep track of the sun and the moon, not wishing for the responsibility and devotion needed to keep them in line. Humans suffered through endless sunlight when the sun refused to budge in the night, preventing them from restless sleep. As the Gods heard the cries of the Humans, they took away the sun completely, allowing the moon to finally hang in this place. The humans finally got the rest they needed, but then stumbled over the rocks under the dim light of the moon. This is how fire came to be, but that is a story for another time, and while the Humans triumphed over their makeshift light, they soon realized that the fire was not strong enough to nourish the plants, and neither was the moon. Meanwhile, the Gods could not focus on the Humans during the Great War, too preoccupied with their own battles, and unable to spare the time or the will to find a solution, they ignored the cries of the humans. 

    Except for one. The Sun God heard the pleas of the people and came up with a solution, one that didn’t require the Sun, the source of their power, to cease to exist. They were angry at the solution the other Gods had come up with, and devised a plan of their own. The Sun God sought after two humans who were uninvolved in the affairs of the Gods, and granted them immortality in exchange for their devotion. One, they called Day, and the other, Night.

    Day was tasked with pulling the light from the sun, causing it to fall over the land and nourish the plants. She was given the responsibility to light up the paths, and provide warmth to the humans so they were not in need of constant kindling. She would mark the beginning of the day, of when humans should wake up in time to do their duties.

    Night was tasked with covering the sun, and guiding the dim light of the moon and stars for the humans. Their duty was to keep the Earth cool, and provide a time of rest for the humans, so that they would not overwork themselves. They would watch over the dreams of sleepers, and make sure that they were peaceful and calm.

    The two were destined to constantly cycle each other, and never meet or make contact, lest the world go through the same conflict it had gone through before, and the gods be forced to intervene once again. Forever trapped in their duties, Day and Night were given a new life, and helped keep the world in balance by never meeting.

    When the Great War ended, and the gods finally did have the time to resolve the situation, they saw how well the solution of the Sun God had worked, and determined that Day and Night should continue their duties. And so, the two orbited each other, following the path that had been set on them, their lives a parallel of each other, destined to constantly be intwined and yet never meet.

    And that is how we were given the ability to be warmed by the sun and rested by the moon. 

[crystkart]

Hello Tumblr, look I draw things sometimes Traced from zipzapkat's cat picture in RW discord server

[impawsiblecat]

AWWWW don't worry minty I definitely helped you pack and did not simply rearrange all of your socks to match with a different pair.

I should finish packing for my train trip. Instead I drew my two travel bags and some smol deathduo "helping" me pack.

[teddy-bear-d]

So… Rats in Paris huh?

[full Martyn and Scott piece undercut]

[mrghostrat]

in the room where you sleep :: 1/4 (E)

“It’s a nice idea,” Crowley chirped, grinning a little wider and making the butterflies in Aziraphale’s stomach flutter a little harder. “Except for the part where, you know, monsters aren’t real.” Aziraphale smiled with tightly shut lips, hiding the fangs that grew involuntarily sharper behind them. “Of course,” he hurried out with a polite laugh. “Speaking hypothetically, that is.”

AZIRAPHALE'S A VAMPIRE AND CROWLEY IS A VAMPIRE HUNTER. ENSUE PINING 👏

[synesthete-sylke]

rats! they're rats! they're the rats!

(+extra school rats)

[impawsiblecat]

Terrorform <3 TEA!! :D this is so great minty

Not just Deathduo for three days ago post. Instead Terrorform cause I wanted to draw Tea.

The signs read:

Top left (Tea) "I DO NOT SEE"

Top Right(Sun God/Minty) "I DO SEE"

Bottom Left (Icee) "I VOTE often"

Bottom Right (Clover) "ONE DAY"

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Honestly it's gonna be soooo hilarious when Acho finally logs on to rats 2 and goes "Let's put on a theatrical show!" And everyone else just goes "Oh no we already did that, one of the actors died and we exiled the two rats who made the show cause it was actually a plot to murder someone" and Acho's responds is just *0_0*"oh..."