#100 days of deathduo

[3leafstem]

Croutons.

Day Fifteen of 100 Days of Deathduo

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Day 4- Sacrifice au

TW for human sacrifice, as well as main character death because of said sacrifice. Please take care of yourself! <3

Gods don’t need sleep, and yet Icee feels so incredibly tired. The hours are ticking down, down, down, for the ritual that they can watch, but not touch. Sometimes, they think, it would be so much easier if they were human, if they were able to interact with the mortal world outside of the weather they were given control of. 

    They would give up their immortality and powers if it meant no one else had to die in their name, for a pointless reason.

    Icee knows the stories, of course. A companion, given to them to ease the loneliness of the winds and prevent the blizzards from lasting forever. They know the corruption underlying the tales, they can see the leaders using the people’s beliefs and fear to twist the situation at the cost of so many lives. 

    When Icee looks down upon the mortal plane, they can see the unlucky chosen one this time. There is a girl there, her eyes downcast, and she has so much life to live. And yet, Icee can see her counting down her last few minutes. If they pay enough attention, they can hear the pleads the girl is thinking, asking them to stop this, to save her. Icee’s heart aches, hearing her jumbled thoughts. If they could help, they would. 

    They know the girl, of course. They know all of their people in their village, and they watch as the people grow up and find their own way. They mourn for who the corrupted could have been. They cry for the Chosen who are given. They rejoice when the innocent find ways to smile. Icee wants, and wishes for their people to have long, happy lives. They grieve when they are unable to stop the early deaths from happening.

    They have tried before. They have tried to show their displeasure with the ritual, have caused long snowstorms and freezing cold. It didn’t work. More souls came into their possession through unnatural means, because of a sick, twisted corruption, and the freezing temperatures of their rage had caused the people to grow sick and the crops to grow stunted, taking more of the innocent lives they had tried to protect.

    And so Icee watches. Unable to touch. To interact. And when this poor soul came into their care, they would allow her to pass through, and make the afterlife as pleasant as possible, just as they have with all of the other people that had passed through, people chosen to die a pointless death.

    The girl is being led by the leaders to the familiar altar. Icee wants to turn away. They always wish to, but it feels like a disservice to the chosen to ignore them. Their lives are unwillingly taken from them, and it’s because of Icee. And so, they watch, and vow to remember the girl as she is, alive, living. They remember her as a baby, smiling at the flowers blooming outside.  They remember her as a child, creating a snowman and staring in wonder at the snowflakes that Icee had gifted. They remember her as a teenager, praying that the storms would stop scaring a kitten that she had found. They will remember her now, as she walks with her hands clenched tightly to her sides up the stairs leading to her death.

    The memories join those of the other chosen, and Icee will not let them be forgotten. They will not allow their people to disappear, forgotten as a tragedy that never should have happened.

    The girl is standing in front of a small crowd, and Icee can see her parents in the front row. The crowd is somber out of respect, with sad eyes and hearts too full of fear to speak out against the injustice. Icee tunes out the speech of the corrupted. They are no longer worth their attention, and Icee does not wish to hear the lies in every word spoken.

    The hours have become minutes so quickly, and the minutes have become seconds, and one of the corrupted brings a knife out embedded with sapphires and quartz, its decorative nature attempting to overshadow the deaths it had caused. Icee watches as it’s brought up to the girl’s neck, and vows that this time they will honor the girl by watching the entire thing. 

    They do not. They close their eyes when the knife starts to move, just as they always have. Perhaps next time, they will not be a coward, and as they turn away from the scene, disconnect from the mortal realm, they can feel snowflakes drifting down on the altar, on the village.

    Icee focuses on guiding the soul to them, taking care to make sure she does not get lost along the way. The soul is theirs now, even more than she was before, and it is Icee’s duty to make sure she is taken care of, just like all that had come before her. Icee brings her to their temple, with its icy floors and empty hallways, and places her in a bed, in a room filled with all the comforts they can think of. They wait for the girl to arrive, to wake up, in a sense, wake up as much as a dead person can.

    The girl yawns when she sits up, a painfully human trait, and Icee watches as she looks around, her eyes widening when she catches sight of Icee. She tilts her head. She is curious. She has not yet realized what has happened.

    Icee gives her a shaky smile. “Hello Clover.” They say, and proceed to explain, just like they have so many times before. 

[impawsiblecat]

I miss my emotional attachment beet field

So technically I wasn't gonna just upload the rough sketches. But my wi-fi is being too shitty to do anything on my iPad so for day one shitty Deathduo wheat (beet) planting.

If I do get around to better versions I'll reblog this with them.

[userdoesntuseurname]

until you're in my arms again

[skellyfrogs]

more deathduo for our 100 days without q!missa and q!phil interactions 😭

WE NEED THE ECLIPSE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[kayit-z]

Happy 100 days without deathduo :')

⋆⁺₊✧ ☀️ 🌙 ✧₊⁺⋆

[reactive-particle]

For those still interested in Pissa…

“Para los que sigan interesados en Pissa…”

There is this YouTube channel that makes Pissa/Deathduo compilations, with the second edition having been released 3 days ago. 100% recommend! They also have proper ENGLISH AND SPANISH CAPTIONS!!!

“Existe este canal de YouTube que hace recopilatorios de Pissa/Deathduo, con la segunda edición lanzada hace 3 días. ¡100% recomendable! ¡¡¡Además tienen PIES DE PÁGINA EN INGLÉS Y ESPAÑOL!!!”

[missycolorful]

today's 100 days since deathduo interacted. this would be a great opportunity for q!Missa to join for the beach event while his family's online <- definitely not huffing a boatload of copium, uh-uh

[rainbowchaox]

Pissa and Deathduo nation got fed for another 100 days

[tiger-willow]

Missa with glasses ☝️🤓

Made this during the prison arc but never posted it lmao

Drawing q!DeathDuo/Death Family) until another reunion/interaction cuz it’s been 100 days (again…)

DAY 1!!!

[3leafstem]

Smol

Day 23 of 100 Days of Deathduo; a doodle

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Day 8- Breath of the Wild au

This one is a bit shorter! Mostly just setting up a few things, highlighting the differences between this au and the backstory of botw <3 I still like it though and botw is one of my favorites

    Icee does not like their knight. They feel bad about it, terrible, in fact, but the knight is just there, constantly, a reminder that Icee’s life is different now, is not going how it’s supposed to go. She stands, guarding the door to Icee’s room, the room in the castle that Icee now lives in. Apparently, being announced as a Prophet who is destined to save the world does that. And yet, despite apparently being the one chosen to hold Sun God’s power, Icee just feels normal.

    They don’t have powers. They are convinced its a scam. And yet, Icee is being signed up to go on spiritual journeys and meditate for hours on end. They are given a room in a castle, and books on the previous chosen of the Sun God, and even the decorations are chosen carefully, tapestries showing old battles with a glowing light in the center and a rug in the shape of the triforce on the floor.

    The worst part is that Icee is trying. Icee has been trying so hard the past few months to get even the slightest spark, the smallest amount of holy power running through their veins, a hope for the world. They are trying harder than they ever have before, praying from dawn until dusk, meals spent poring over dusty books. And yet, it is still not enough.

    And then in comes the knight, who had just been discovered. The rumours say that she stumbled across the sacred forest and was led through by destiny. They say she pulled the sword out with extreme ease. They say that she had never touched a weapon before the forest, and yet now she was beating even the most experienced and powerful of knights. If only Icee’s destiny was that easy. They don’t know if the rumours are true. They haven’t asked.

    There’s something coming on the horizon, and everyone knows it, can sense it in the air. The legends say that the Prophet and the Knight need to work together to defeat it. The legends also seem to have lied about Icee’s own abilities. They aren’t even a prophet. Just a person, taken from home and expected to awaken the powers of an ancient being. 

    Icee misses so many things. She misses the ocean by her little seaside village, the seafood paella made by the old lady two huts down, and she misses being dunked into the water by her brother, or collecting seashells with her sister. And yet she knows, she can’t go back. She has a destiny to fulfill. There won’t be any of that if she doesn’t manage to do what she is supposed to do.

    Icee has to meet with the king again soon. They have to give a progress report that will be the same as all of the other ones, and the king will be upset, and they will have to look into the eyes of a man trying to do the best he can for his kingdom and family and say that they are not yet good enough. And the king will have no choice but to accept it, even as the looming doom draws closer. In response, Icee will try even harder, even though it already feels like they are at their limit.

    Icee sighs, and looks at the knight outside their door, the knight who had it so easy. The knight doesn’t look back at her, just stares straight ahead, silent, ready to protect them from any threats. Because Icee wasn’t strong enough to protect themself, not strong enough to do anything. It is terrible, awful, and they selfishly wish it was someone else chosen for this duty. They curse themself for the thought immediately after.

    She turns away, scowling at the knight, and realizes the sun is about to setting. She sits down on the floor, in the middle of her tri-force rug, and start to settle into the incantations taught. She tries to put all of her belief and hope into the prayers, all of her effort, in hopes that today will be the day she fulfills the duty that she is supposed to.

    Nothing happens. It never does. She keeps praying anyways, in hopes that soon, it will work.

[impawsiblecat]

Nom.

Little animated gif of screaming. Cause this took all of 7 minutes because did not have time to work on the comic.

This is my current mood.

Sharp teeth just cause. Bite.

[insanitybl00m]

100 days without deathduo

let’s just cry ok

[3leafstem]

Unrighteous Sacrifice

Day Five of 100 Days of Deathduo, from Sacrifice AU

Go check out Icee's writing that inspired this one!

[3leafstem]

Sunsets and Fields and You

Day Twelve of 100 Days of Deathduo; Rat Server