#deathduo my beloved

[3leafstem]

Croutons.

Day Fifteen of 100 Days of Deathduo

[minty-tea-soup]

DeathDuo in Armor. My most recent set of DeathDuo pictures.

You guys know if you actually used your armor on the server for once you might stop fucking dying.

[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. 

[3leafstem]

And we know that's what the other would want too.

time loop where i keep dying to save you but clearly the loop just wants me to accept your death. im not going to but i can tell that's what it wants

[xazafranx]

❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰❞

Now you're gone…But I'm still here.

[tharett]

Heyyyyyy

So like

Squidcraft 3? 😼 Squidcraft 3 fanart??

Yeah, non-existent

Probably won't see it from my part until a month after HAHAHA

N e ways have a Sonicfication of Death Family *shakes and throws it like a molotov*

Will drop a Sonicfication WIP later actually so look foward to that xdxd

Edit [eng]: holy shit I forgot about my context 💀

The top left corner drawing is just the siblings fighting and the two bottom ones (left corner and right corner) are each of the siblings' Adoption Day experiences

[Esp]

Hola que talll

Pues

El Squidcraft 3? 😼 Fanart del Squidcraft 3??

No existe

Probablemente no verás contenido de eso de mi parte hasta después de un mes JAJAJA

Comoquiera, tengan arte de nuestro querido Death Family pero version Sonic *los sacude y se los arroja como si fuera un molotov*

También les mostraré otro WIP de los cubitos en el universo de Sonic después, entonces se esperan para eso xdxd

Edit [esp]: ptm me olvide sobre el contexto 💀

El de la orilla de arriba a la izquierda solo son los dos peleándose (como las varias veces que se pelearon jajaj) y los dos dibujitos de abajo (de las orillas de la izquierda y la derecha) son las experiencias individuales de los dos en el Día de la Adopción

[yepmimix]

i like to think reapers tend to intimidate people upon first meetings (often unintentionally) its part of that good ol reaper charm. something about their mere presence just makes people's bodies freeze up.

[moti-otp]

OLD DRAWINGS

Some very old stuff from my fav family that pisses me off that is only in my tw account

[3leafstem]

Smol

Day 23 of 100 Days of Deathduo; a doodle

[minty-tea-soup]

I'm off trains back from my trip and back to doodles.

I feel like Deathduo fits the "two guards: lies and truth" puzzle very well.

[minty-tea-soup]

Clover the fact I didn't see this was from you and went: Oh this is a nice quote to make for Deathduo or Me and Tea....

Anyway.

found another funny post to slap these guys onto

[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.

[tyttamarzh]

"It's to protect them… it's to protect them…"

I'm a little busy, but I made this quick because I can't stop thinking about Missa away from his sweet, warm home, missing his family, alone, curled up on the floor of the hole where he hid, in the dark, crying, shaking with cold and fear, hoping not to be found by that demon he thought was his friend… dreaming of Philza's soft touch… wishing he could hug him again… just… I can't, I'm not that strong… Just think about how he wish his children are safe… just think how he remain like this until CC Missa, log in again (which could be tomorrow or in two months)… I can't… my poor baby…

[sakurakoneko28]

"Cariño ¿podemos volver a encontrarnos en el cielo más azul?..."

Extendiendo sus alas ambos dan un vistazo al paisaje del amanecer, aún si es idéntico a los otros que han visto hay algo en el entorno que lo hace sentir más lleno de melancolía, y no es necesario que los hermanos intercambien palabra para entender la razón de aquello.

Decir adiós no es fácil, una palabra pequeña pero tan cargada de tantos sentimientos, no es solo el anuncio de una retirada sino el cierre de una etapa que apartir de ese instante solo será un recuerdo impregnado en el alma. Son los momentos que ahora conforman un pasillo nuevo en los caminos de la vida, uno al que cada vez que volteen evocará una sonrisa, quizás algunas lágrimas también.

En un mundo ideal jamás tendrías que despedirte de aquellos a quiénes amas pero la realidad es que tarde o temprano tendrás que despedirte, aveces de formas temporales y otras no tanto... cuando vivirás cada una es un misterio pero hay algo que es un hecho: jamás estarás listo para ese momento no importa cuánto te repitas lo contrario.

Aún si es parte de la vida es inevitable un poco de egoísmo cuando se está de frente al momento de dejar ir, pensar que haciendo algo ganaremos más tiempo, sean acciones, palabras, lo que sea... y sin embargo, incluso en el intento de aplazar las cosas las opciones se agotan volviendo nuevamente a afrontar el tener que dejar ir. Ellos eran conscientes de que su estadía no sería eterna y por más que alargaron el momento era ahora que el universo los llamaba para su nueva aventura.

El cielo despejaba los tonos rojizos y esa era su señal para emprender el vuelo, las palabras de agradecimiento ya habían sido dichas anoche así como los abrazos y besos dulces en sus frentes se habían repartido de igual manera, lágrimas también se derramaron y aunque muchas otras caerían estas ya serían estando lejos. Con una mirada cómplice los hermanos caminan hasta el borde del que alguna vez llamaron hogar y tomados de las manos se giran una última vez a ver a quienes por un bello momento les brindaron amor y protección.

Los caminos de la vida son siempre un misterio y así como ese día emprendían el vuelo para iniciar un nuevo capítulo, con ese mismo cariño en sus corazones, esperaban algún día volver a ese lugar para reír juntos un vez más.

[3leafstem]

@impawsiblecat

[tharett]

Random old wips that I posted on Insta then immediately forgot about until recently 😼

I can't? Find the motivation to continue these (nuts) wips? But they are still pretty cute and wanted to share them here too 🫶🎀💕

(ALSO I GOT A JOB!!!!!🎉🎉

SO THAT MEANS MORE POSTPONED WORKS?? KINDA???? I'll try and get as many old drawings that I have so I can show you guys in the time being, until I get a solid, stable routine down jijijiji)

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[Esp]

Unos bocetos random que subí en el Insta y completamente se borro de mi memoria hasta ahora 😼

La neta no puedo encontrar la motivación para completar estos bocetos?? Pero son buen adorables y los quise compartir aquí comoquiera 🫶🎀💕

(ES MÁS, TENGO EMPLEO!!!! 🎉🎉

ESO SIGNIFICA QUE ABRAN MAS TRABAJOS EN ESPERA?? MAS O MENOS??? Trataré de buscar los cuantos bocetos viejos que tenga por lo mientras yo me acostumbre a la nueva rutina de mi vida jijijiji)