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darkmindedsouloftheworld · 1 year

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Enid: Wednesday why do you look guilty,what did you do?

Wednesday: nothing what makes you think that?

Enid:you bought me a gift,kissed me,said you cared for me,and I saw you digging a hole

Wednesday:im innocent

Enid, getting a call:hold on I'll be back

Wednesday, whispering: hopefully she doesn't figure it out...

Enid, walking in:that was my father he said he hasn't seen my mother since you two were together

Wednesday, looking guilty:I don't know what your talking about

Enid, realizing:you....my mother?

Wednesday: no

Enid,hugs wednesday tightly and the two start to make out:I love you

Wednesday,in her head:what the hell

#wednesday #enid #funny #incorrect wednesday qoute #wenclair #random #weird #i am bored #dont be suspicious #oh no oh fuck

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philip-the-nickel · 1 year

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Don’t be suspicious, (ɴᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏᴜs)

#limited life spoilers #limited life pearl #limited life bigb #limited life smp #dont be suspicious

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nana-mizu-shiki · 3 months

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Don't be suspicious- Don't. Be, Sus-picious- DoN't bE sUspIcIOUs- DOn'T. BE, SuS-PiCioUs-

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Nobody's gonna know. They're gonna know. How would they know?

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paaxindigenouswitchcraft · 1 year

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#big plans #cookbook #cooking #kitchenwitch #greenwitch #indigenouswitch #hedgewitch #food poisioning #medicine #poisonous #poisonous plants #paax #comeuppance #magic #curses and hexes #hex #curse #dont be suspicious

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ryker-writes · 10 months

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The next time Fuyuki is asked to bring someone with Grim to a unbirthday party

LMAO I LOVE IT

Riddle would be so nervous and Jaxon is just there like "Hey."

#this actually made me laugh in real life #dont be suspicious #jaxon crowley #jaxon being a menace #fuyuki and jaxon #jaxon and riddle

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radicalwizardtimes · 2 years

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I won’t be the first person do use this meme for these two knuckleheads, and I hope I won’t be the last! DON’T BE SUSPICIOUS!

#vex #vax #vexahlia #vaxildan #critrole #cr1 #criticalrolefanart #criticalrole #voxmachina #twins #dont be suspicious #fanart

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inthememetime · 2 years

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Cleaning the Gravestones- Chapter 6

Taglist: @max-the-hecker @mochazocha @feralsrock (you seem to like this, but lmk if you want me to remove you!) @reading-wanderer @murderandjam as always, let me know if you want to be added!

Chapter under the cut! AO3 link. Chapters 1-3 on Tumblr. Chapters 4-5 on Tumblr. Original post Tumblr. Do you want a Cleaning the Gravestones Masterpost? You can find any additional content/other chapters by searching the tag Cleaning the Gravestones on my page

Harriet chuckled when she dug through the books the next day after a long, exhausting day at work. All occult stuff- Vlad would probably like them. Still, her grandmother would ask to make sure she'd read them, so she cracked them open.

The signs of a ghost, however, were- well.

She was quickly less amused. "Ghosts become fixated on a person, place or action, and must destroy or claim it," sounded like something out of a bad horror movie.

Flickering lights. (Except her bedroom, every area in the apartment had lights that flickered. According to the book, that meant this was the only room a ghost hadn't touched.)

Smells. Awful, brimstone and sulfur, or rot. Sentient ghosts would often seek to cover the scent. (Why did Vlad keep so many plants- all herbs or flowering plants with strong scents?)

Cold spots- they were everywhere but her room.

A hunger. Constant, gnawing hunger that could be appeased by food being sacrificed. (Vlad was always hungry, unless it was a homecooked meal. Always.)

She shook her head, disgusted with herself. Vlad was not a ghost, that made no sense and wasn't physically possible. He was alive. The lights flickered? Their apartment was old. Vlad liked plants an abnormal amount? At least it was something harmless and not drugs.

Cold spots- again, this was a turn of the century building. So Vlad was always hungry- maybe the radiation poisoning had affected his ability to feel full or something.

Besides, none of the descriptions of minor spirits or malevolent ghosts fit him.

That was when she found the chapter on guardian ancestor spirits.

"Despite the name, not all guardian spirits are ancestors, though that is most common. Sometimes, they can be strangers. Their lotalty and love can be earned while dying or shortly after death by the cleaning of gravestones and other rites after death," the book said, "though ghosts without gravestones can still happen, particularly in cases of burning, murder, or strong emotions tied to their death."

Burning. (He was burned and boiled alive, cooked by radiation.)

She read on, after listening carefully to determine her roommate was still watching TV. Or, at least, the TV was still on.

Cooking and sacrificing food to the deceased, speaking to them as if alive, caring for them, cleaning the gravestones. She'd done all that- except for the gravestone thing.

"Harriet, you're being ridiculous," she muttered to herself.

It turned out the incense her grandmother had given her was the best for casting out malevolent ghosts. They were repelled by their reflection in copper mirrors. Writing their names on yellow and paper and burning would set the spirits free.

Red beans would satisfy them. They feared peaches. Well. Peach wood, but she supposed peach wood staves were hard to smuggle.

She thought about it and snorted. "Couldn't hurt anything," she said to herself.

She finished changing into her pajamas and took the incense and burner to the living room, where she could hear the TV still going. True to form, Vlad was laid out on the sofa, half asleep to the sounds of a laugh track.

"Hey. Mind if I light this?"

"Mm-mm," he grunted, and she did.

No immediate reaction. She sat down, moving his feet so they were in her lap and leaning back.

After an hour, the only changes were the air smelling of peaches and sage, Vlad snoring heavily, and her legs falling asleep.

She chuckled at herself. "Told you it was ridiculous," she muttered to herself. "You're not a malevolent ghost, are you?" Harriet quietly asked. Vlad started to drool a little.

She squirmed out from under his legs, closed the window, then crushed the ember on the incense. She shook Vlad's shoulder gently and he groaned. "'M 'sleep."

"Your back will thank me later if you sleep in a real bed. Trust me."

He whined and threw an arm over his eyes. "Nnn. Sleep here. Go 'way."

She fought the urge to coo. He could be so adorable sometimes. Instead, she tugged lightly on his hair. "I won't leave you alone until you go to sleep."

He pouted up at her, bleary eyes half-closed. "Y'r mean."

"No, I'm not," she laughed. "Go to bed, or I don't want to hear about your backache tomorrow."

Vlad groaned and rolled to his feet. She waited until he managed to get his door open to return to her room. She was hit with the smell of flowers, as usual- but underneath that, the faint scent of petrichor.

"You're being ridiculous, Harriet," she reminded herself yet again. And then she went to bed. She did not notice that, in the copper mirror hanging around her neck, Vlad was not reflected. Something else was reflected instead.

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Within a week, Harriet had mentally dismissed her Grandmother's presents as nothing more than superstition. As always with food she made, Vlad ate both the red beans and peaches like they were going out of style.

Writing his name on yellow paper and burning it did nothing but smoke up the kitchen. (And make him crow, unbearably smug, that he wasn't the only one who burned food anymore.)

She'd lit the incense a few more times- it smelled nice- and the only change was Vlad picking up a few more boxes on the way to work one day. And it wasn't like he was avoiding the smell- one of the packs he bought was identical to hers.

The only thing still causing a little... She wouldn't call it suspicion. Suspicion implied guilt for a crime. But maybe curiosity? The only thing leaving her curious was the mirror.

She'd left it on the coffee table the day after she lit the incense. When she came home from work, it had been turned over, shiny side down.

Then, the kitchen counter because it made some pretty reflections with the neon lights from the building across the street. Again, when she looked next- this time on the way to work- it was face down.

And now, a few days later, it was missing. Harriet rapped her knuckles against the cheap countertop and finally decided keeping the peace was worth more than an old copper mirror. Besides, it probably just slid under the couch or something.

She noticed the reddish gleam- under the couch, as she thought, and huffed at herself. Why would Vlad bother messing with a piece of copper?

When she pulled it out, however, she swallowed.

There were 5 distinct divots around the edges, where it seemed the copper had been melted. Soot blackened the shinier part and, on the back, she could see the reverse of a hand-print as if it had been melted in someone's hand.

She put it in her pocket, debating whether to bring it up or not. What she was thinking was physically impossible. She wasn't living with a ghost; he had a pulse, he was a bit weird but ultimately harmless to her, he-

He, Maddie, and Jack had been trying to open doors to other dimensions.

And how many times had he died?

"It's finally over!" He'd told her at her graduation. But when she asked if he meant the radiation poisoning, he'd evaded the question. Instead, he'd just said 'something like that'.

But that was-

Her investigation- snooping, and a gross invasion of privacy that she was nearly certain Vlad would never do to her, if she was being honest- would need to wait until after work.

"No." She said to herself, and pocketed the mirror. "I'll just have to- to do an investigation. Think of it like that," she said to herself. "I'm not- invading privacy, or breaking in, I'm just investigating."

#inthememetime #vlad masters #danny phantom au #cleaning the gravestones #vlad x harriet #bad news #harriet chin #dont be suspicious

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dragon-dress-128 · 11 months

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POV: You’re playing Wii Play, Charge!

#shaun the sheep #out of context #out of context gif #aardman #claymation #animation #cartoon memes #lol memes #bitzer #scarecrow #don’t be suspicious #dont be suspicious #Wii #wii play #nintendo memes #nintendo #nintendo wii

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jamesbranwen · 1 year

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i need all of you to never study james’ black prosthetic hand too closely lest you realize i only vaguely draw it every time

#it looks fine zoomed out #dont be suspicious

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darkmindedsouloftheworld · 1 year

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Enid:wednesday I have a question.

Wednesday:what?

Enid:how many cases have you been a suspect of?

Wednesday, looking away:uh why do you ask?

Enid: because I saw a wanted poster for you....what did you do?

Wednesday,in her mind:shit their catching on I shouldn't have pushed Enid's mother in front of the bus...it was too messy and too public...but if Enid finds out she'll be angry...

Enid:so?

Wednesday:I got framed

Enid:ok

Wednesday,thinking: I'm lucky Enid is gullible...

Enid:wait wednesday my father said-

Wednesday: he's lying!

Enid:he said you never gave back the lighter you borrowed....-what were you talking about?

Wednesday: Nothing

Enid:You....my mother...?

Wednesday:no...

Enid:thank you!Thank you thank you thank thank you!

Wednesday:uh your welcome?