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Soulmate au where the universe fucked up and accidentally put Edwin and Charles in separate time periods. It's like, "Fuck, they'll meet each other too late, if at all." But then Edwin dies, and the universe is like "Oh cool, so he can get reincarnated in the correct time period to meet Charles." Until it finds out he's stuck in Hell and it's like D: But then he escapes. And he makes it back to his old school. And he bumps into Charles. As a ghost.

And the universe is like "Okay, well this isn't ideal, but they did finally meet. Edwin can function as Charles' guardian angel." And then Charles dies.

And at this point, the universe thinks nothing can surprise it anymore until Edwin comes in with the lantern and gently reads to him as he dies. And one final time, the universe makes the incorrect prediction of Charles and Edwin choosing to step into the afterlife so they can get reincarnated and get to be proper soulmates in their next life. But they both decide to stay ghosts. So after the initial shock it's like "You know what? Good for you. Glad you got to be soulmates in this life like you were supposed to be."

And sure, neither of them seems to realize they were supposed to end up together romantically rather than platonically. But they just seem so happy together, either way, what's the point in trying to force it. They'll figure it out eventually. By the time Edwin realizes he's in love with Charles in Port Townsend, the universe is throwing its metaphorical hands up and whooping with glee.

Dipped a perfect chocolate chip cookie in a tall clear glass of milk. Perfection.

The CARNAL DESIRE in this picture I have no words-

Who gave the Edwardian boy internet access

I’m in the mood to remind u that dbda will probably never ever get another season and Charles and Edwin will never have an onscreen kiss :3

I'm I'm the mood to skin you alive, grease your skin with olive oil, stretch it, slightly toast it, use it as cling film. Then, rip each vertebrae one by one and tumble them in a rock tumblr until they look like pearls, make a necklace and sell it for millions as a prehistoric Neanderthal necklace. After wards, I will take the eyes and rip them from their extraocualar muscles, peel the sclera off like skin off a grape, then use the unclothed eyeballs in a fruit salad which otherwise consists of strawberries, mangoes, peaches, and the ashes of then last 7 generations on your paternal sides. I will promptly use your blood in a ritual to summon the gods of the underworld to curse your bloodline and every inanimate object you have ever touched to turn into orbees. After the local area has an orbee crisis, I will use said orbees to stuff your cleaned intestines and make it into a stress toy, and stuff your stomach to make a punching bag. I will proceed to pluck every individual tooth and fill your empty mouth with everything that maggots need to thrive. You will be known as the corpse with an ecosystem in the jaw area. I will also use said teeth and polish them. Then using the polished teeth I will put them in soap bars which I will gift to your already cursed family so when they use it, teeth fall out. Furthermore I will use the flesh off your limbs to train pirhanas to walk, so the world will go into a crisis wondering about this phenomenon. For days the walking pirhana armies will cause chaos and taint the sky red.

We still got most of your abdomen and some limbs to cover so stay tuned for more! :3

(Apologies if this is already floating around Tumblr)

They come in a 2 for 1 deal. One simply can't go without the other.

these two are a pair, do not separate.

It means nothing....

(On my knees crying)

two ghosts in synch. which could mean nothing.

Bro is LOSING the IDGAF war against a crow and a cat.

Hey @netflix do you remember tweeting this? Because I remember when you tweeted this!

We're still waiting for you to be "so annoying" about them. Maybe a good place to start is renewing Dead Boy Detectives!

You and @warnerbrostv need to put your heads together and figure out a way to do right by this incredible show and its creatives. Customers are sick and tired of the "Netflix Graveyard" sending poignant stories with great LBGTQ+ representation to an early grave. Queer stories deserve to be told, and the people who feel seen by them enjoy to have closure. We pay the subscription fees that everyone else pays, so have a little integrity!

LISTEN TO YOUR CUSTOMERS. Everyone from the fans to critics to journalists and pop-culture sources has been screaming about this show's worth, and you two are the only ones who fail to see it! Open your eyes and know a good thing when you have it; Dead Boy Detectives is a hit, people love it and want more of it, so it's a guaranteed profitable investment long-term.

You already have season 2 scripts @netflix and @warnerbrostv, so make it happen!

im sobbing :,)

I’m gonna talk about Dead Boy Detectives for a second, specifically Charles and Edwin’s deaths.

Edwin died in a basement and Charles in an attic, and Edwin went to Hell and Charles was presumably meant to go to Heaven. Edwin died by fire (demons from Hell) and Charles died by ice (hypothermia). Edwin was targeted for his queerness and Charles for the color of his skin, the country his mother came from. Edwin never seemed to get along with the boys who would kill him but Charles called his murderers friends until they turned on him. Edwin died by supernatural means while Charles died by run of the mill racist teenagers. They died more than 7 decades apart.

When you look at the details there are so many differences but the story is still the exact fucking same. Two boys who died at the hands of a group of their classmates who decided that they did not fit with the rest of them and therefore must pay the price. Two boys who died on the same grounds of the same school, whose deaths were brushed aside and covered up by people who held the same titles. More than 70 years apart and not a single thing has changed, Charles’ death didn’t get any more attention than Edwin’s, because more than 70 years later the same fucking story happened again.

Edwin’s death didn’t change a damn thing, and it could happen again now because Charles’ death didn’t change a damn thing either. And then the ghosts of two 16 year olds decided that if the adults, if the living weren’t going to change anything then they fucking would. If the living would not grant them justice and would not grant them change, then they fucking would.

Because there was a difference, in the end. Edwin was murdered, and so was Charles, but while Edwin died scared and alone Charles didn’t. Edwin died in a cold, dark basement, but Charles died in warm light of a lantern, even if that warmth wasn’t enough to save him. Edwin died to the sounds of his own screams, his own voice pleading for mercy that would not come, but Charles drifted off to sleep to the sound of a kind boy reading him a book.

The living won’t change. The story could and will keep on repeating because the living will not make sure it doesn’t. The living are messy. But the dead, for all the ways they will never change, will never get any older, they can change the story, at least a bit. Charles and Edwin can’t make sure that no other boy dies at that school, but if the story repeats itself yet again they can make sure the victim is at peace. They can solve the murders and find the lost items and release the spirits who are trapped. The living won’t help the dead, but they can help each other.

So they call themselves the Dead Boy Detectives, form an agency and get an office and help who they can, because they didn’t matter to the living, and many of their clients don’t either. But they matter to the dead.

Their clients matter. And Charles and Edwin matter too.

You know when you see something that just makes sense?like an aha moment. Well this is it op is cracked at explaining such a complex and in depth storyline

so we all know edwin was in hell and charles was abused by his father. both were in horrible, violent situations, and neither deserved it. but i think the way they do (and do not) talk about their experiences are very revealing.

because, edwin brings up hell every five minutes. he plays the trauma olympics like a pro. and he's comfortable doing that because he knows he didn't deserve it. but he never talks about the actual details of went on in hell, only that it was absolutely awful. because though he is incredibly open about the fact that he went through a traumatic situation, he is very closed about the details of that traumatic situation. this is likely because he was raised in the edwardian era, and, well, people were hardly open about the details in their emotions at that time. and i think the fact that edwin never really talks about it means he's likely never really processed it. in the case of the light leapers, he sees a babydoll head in the gift shop and turns it around while visibly afraid. he has these residual, lingering fears, and they are never addressed, because he never actually addresses them. he has either fooled everyone around him into thinking that by mentioning hell, he is processing it, or charles is just so determined to be peppy that edwin is able to flit around, solving cases, while no one ever questions the depths of the impact hell had on him.

now, charles, on the other hand? you have to pry the fact that charles is traumatized out of his cold dead mouth. he will jump through all sorts of hoops, wave away all sorts of questionable comments, because he doesn't know he didn't deserve it. having an abusive parent is different from something traumatic happening to you. edwin has full confidence throughout the entire show that he does not deserve hell, that it is a clerical error. but charles? the person who is supposed to love and protect him at all costs is hurting him. and we know that he was physically abusive, but like, we don't know the details of what else went down, coz charles never talks about it. & charles never talks about it, and i'm gonna take a gander that it's likely because he is embarrassed and ashamed because he thinks he did something to deserve it. AND because charles feels this pressure to balance out edwin always talking about his trauma. so between the guilt from thinking being abused was his fault, & the guilt of bringing the group's morale down, charles absolutely never discusses his trauma. and, most of the time, that's ok, coz he's able to jump around from adventure to adventure without ever having to process his death.

edwin copes with being alone in his trauma for years by talking about it all the time in a casual manner, as if it's not properly a big deal. he doesn't have too much guilt attached to ending up in hell -he understands it was not his fault- and subsequently, is comfortable being open about it's existence.

charles copes with being abused by his father by hiding it away and pretending it didn't happen, because he has so much guilt and complicated feelings about it that he is not able to talk about it in a casual matter, and he thinks that, if he did, he would be judged for it.

It's pretty darn special when even the directors are participating in DBDA twitter posts that ask questions like, what is your favorite moment from this episode?

For those who don't know, Richard Speight, Jr. directed The Case of the Very Long Stairway. You might recognize him from Supernatural. He's also given interviews about this episode and what it was like from the perspective of a director, and what a truly special experience it was to work on the set of Dead Boy Detectives.

He's a fan of this show. And he wants it to be saved, too.

It was @asidian's bday yesterday!!

💜💜 Happy Birthdayyy!! Thank you for being such a wonderful friend 💜💜

We talked this idea out which was so fun and Asi is planning to write something so I will keep the story close for now 8D

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thing came up in my mind so i have to write it:

charles snapped back to reality when he saw crystal’s manicured fingers waving in front of his face. “charles? what are you…” she began, turning around to follow his line of sight which extended just past her ear.

“ah,” she said, quirking an eyebrow when her eyes fell on edwin, nose deep in notes for the case he was working on, his eyes flitting back and forth on the parchment in front of him with fervor as thin, wire-rimmed glasses sat atop his nose.

“hm,” charles mumbled noncommittally, now leaning on his palm while he stared intently at the fluidity of the fingers that traced the lettering on the page.

“alright, spit it out,” crystal said, an amused roll of her eyes following the words.

“it’s just- it’s so fun to watch him when he gets like this. all caught up in his work. he’s so smart and good at everything. so… mm.”

“charles?”

“hm?” he asked, still not tearing his eyes away.

“have you ever heard of a competency kink?” she asked, trying to suppress a laugh.

“wh- a kink??? why are we talking about that???” he asked frantically, his eyes finally ripped away from the other man as a vibrant flush colored his cheeks, but his temporary lapse in attention didn’t last long as he caught edwin rolling his sleeves up and brushing his hair out of his eyes through his peripheral vision. charles’ own eyes fluttered as he muttered under his breath. “christ.”

crystal snapped in front of his face.

“pay attention, charles. a competency kink. it’s when you’re really attracted to when someone’s good at something.”

“yeah, sounds interesting,” he muttered, moving around her hand to keep his eyes fixed to where the end of edwin’s ballpoint pen was pinned between his teeth as he analyzed something on the page. charles made a weak noise when he saw it, his hand coming up to gently brush his bottom lip like he was imagining that it took the pen’s place in between those sharp teeth.

“charles, for fuck’s sake, i think you have one,” she says, the laugh finally erupting at the absurdity of his steely focus.

“what? no. isn’t that like… normal? it’s nice when someone’s good at something,” charles defended, a bit flushed.

“yeah, well, no one looks at someone like that unless they want to bone them while they talk about like- quantum physics or like literature or some shit,” she said plainly, the amused grin still prevalent.

charles made a noise like he had just been punched in the chest at the idea.

“and now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? god dude, just- go get your man. we’re never gonna finish this conversation until you can say what you need to,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“he’s not my-“ charles tried weakly.

“don’t care, go,” she said, pushing him forward.

he paused briefly, breathing in shakily before returning to his usual bravado seamlessly. “EDWIN!! what are you working on mate?” he called, grinning as he walked around the desk to look over his shoulder and discretely took his bottom lip into his mouth.

“i’m rather stuck on this piece of evidence, you see…” edwin delved into his explanation, charles’s pupils dilating with every word as his chest heaved.

“god, i’m so good at this. also, ew. i should leave.”

Adapted from my favorite poem about hope, from anyone who is going through it tonight.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Charles Rowland, my beloved

a few more Charles gifs that didn't make it into my Jayden appreciation post, but I just love them, your honor.

All of us this Halloween on tumblr

I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

It's more.

I REQUIRE THE BOOP LIKE AIR TO MY LUNGS

You can spam boop me!

reblog if you let people spam boop you

Charles looking at Edwin (favorite moments only because there is an image limit)

Bonus 2 because I find them kinda funny

I don't even really think he's checking out Edwin in the last one but it'd be hilarious if he went all victorian lady over Edwin taking off a COAT

Edwin version

Season 2 storyline hello???

What about Charles getting enchanted by a magical item to tell the truth? But it's a Payne land confession? And Crystal and Niko are just there and like 'finally, it's happening!'.

I couldn’t think up a magic item so let’s just say they had a little run in with the Cat King 🐈‍⬛ thanks for the request!

As much as I love the idea of Charles and Edwin one day burning down st hilarions, the place of bad memories and pain for both of them, I don't think they would do that.

At first they would want to, but why wouldn't they inflict more torture on boys who might be suffering like themselves? I feel like Edwin and Charles would be ready to burn the whole place down, but something stops them...

*cue mini fic ish*

Edwin leans to watch the boarding school through the window of the attic. Painful memories flood his mind and for a moment he feels like he has been sucked into the whirlpool of his past, like he is helpless and beaten all over again-

Charles' voice jolts him out of his thoughts. "Edwin? Everything all right? "

"Yes, just... Just some rather unpleasant thoughts is all, no need to worry. "

Charles regards him with a knowing look. He knows his thoughts are not just "unpleasant", neither are his. They both tend to suppress their memories of the place when they sense the other is stressed- it's natural by now, being almost able to tune into eachothers feelings.

Charles and Edwin pour a small amount of gasoline on the wooden floor of the attic. Once the fire is set, the school will come tumbling down from above. Charles reaches into his bag to retrieve a box of matches. His hands are aquiver as he reaches into the box for a match. This one little flame will be the flame to end the torture for so many boys just like them...

"Charles?"

Edwin places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His eyes reflect the dewy shine of gasoline as he looks at Charles with a sincere expression.

"Charles, are you quite all right? "

Charles sighs and drops the match.

"Yeah mate, just a little off... You sure we're doing the right thing? "

"Of course we are Charles- we are responsible for the demise of this dreadful school, perhaps-"

His words are cut off by a sharp in take of breath followed by harsh, gut wrenching sobs. Charles and Edwin look at each other and almost telepathically decide to stand of and go observe.

They fade through the wall to a small, closet like room. It was the old storage room from Edwin's time, when the school was smaller and they made use of the room. In the far corner, a boy, no more than 15 or 16 is convulsing with these heart breaking sobs. Each sob brings a new wave of pain that punches Edwin and Charles in the guts. Even from their vantage point behind the crouching boy, they can see the torn collar and bleeding ear. They watch as the boy breathes sharply and clutches his ribs. The sobs cease but he breathes shakily and starts to rock himself. Charles turns to Edwin to ask how they should help.

"Edwin so-"

"W-who is that? " the boy winces as he turns and stands up in the direction of the boys. From there, they can see the full damage. Bruises creeping up from his ribs to his neck where there are red marks. Blood trickles from a wound above his ear.

"I said, WHO IS THAT?! " he shouts with the little energy he has. He collapses on the floor again to resume his helpless sobs. Edwin turns Charles by the waist into the other room. In a hushed whisper he says

"He can hear us and feel us, but he can't see us. This means he's close to death but not that near. He'll recover, I should think. "

Charles leans closer.

"We have to help him. Burning the school down wouldn't help him would it mate? Perhaps he is just like me, please..."

He swallows as memories threaten to rise. Edwin gives him a look, which means that in this case Charles' idea is the right one. They step back into the other room.

"So, mate don't worry-" Charles begins. He is cut off by the sobs immediately stopping and the boy spluttering through pain:

"It's you again. SHOW YOURSELF! " the boy's confusion melts into anger as he tenses into a rigid stance, pushed right back into the corner.

"We're not here to hurt you. We just want to know if we can help you, 'kay? "

The boy's tired eyes begin to shine with vulnerability as he let's down his guard. Being defensive like that is exhausting, Charles would know. He kneels down to the boy, who has slipped into his previous crouching position again in the corner.

Edwin watches from the opposite corner. He knows that he can't interfere, this is Charles' moment and he can't help without breaking the fragile feelings that have been aroused.

"Look, mate. You don't need to know who we are, or why other can hear us, but what matters is we want to help. I've been, " Charles gulps, "in a similar situation before. I know how difficult it can be, and it's better you don't go through it on your own. I would know that too. " he glances at Edwin and smiles.

"I think I'm going insane." The boy buries his head in his arms.

"But are you okay with us.. Helping you?"

He sniffles. "Don't help me, help my friend. Those fucking bullies, they wanted to beat him up just cuz he had an accent that wasn't english. I couldn't let them get the best of my friend, so I stood up to them and now I'm here. Oh fuck I really am going insane, talking to the voices am I now? "

Charles takes a moment to recover. This sounds like a retelling of his life, with a couple different details. He feels like he has been dipped back into his past and the pain feels as fresh as ever. The pain morphs into a raging anger that overcomes him, it's flames showing in his eyes.

"Edwin, stay with the boy. "

"There's another-? "

"That doesn't matter. He'll keep you safe. Where are the bullies? "

You don't need to look at Charles to tell that he is seething with anger.

"I-i don't know! " the boy seems to be on the verge of tears as his eyes widen.

"I'm sorry, " Charles begins. He might have been too harsh, he can't take out his anger on him. "I'm sorry, but where are the bullies? Do you have any idea? "

The boy takes a deep breath.

"The four of them share a room, 2 bunk beds. It's room 50c, so the last room in building c. "

Charles and Edwin give each other a confused glance. Building c?

"I'll find it. Thanks mate, you don't know what this means to us. Edwin you'll be all right yeah? " Charles looks nervously st the pair.

"Charles, I'll be fine. I am the least of your concerns. Just, don't do anything... Rash."

Charles nods. He know that he won't go about this in a calm way certainly, but he'll need the warning. He turns to go, but he stops at the sensation of a hand on his. Edwin is holding his hand. He looks at Edwin who is kneeling with the boy. His eyes beg him to not let his anger overcome him. Charles takes a look at the shivering boy, now huddled in Edwin's overcoat, and realises the vulnerability this has exposed in both of them. He realises how Edwin is taking care of this boy like he once took care of him. The anger lessens it's iron grip on Charles and he gives Edwin the reassuring smile that he can control himself, that everything will be all right. And with the fleeting warmth of Edwin's hand still on his, he fades out if the room on his way to 50c.

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What do you mean this isn't a photo

Short haired Niko has my heart and Swiss cheese shaped soul

Thanks for the request @mirellapryce !

Thing, signing: Ooh look, it’s a full moon tonight.

Wednesday: You know what that means. It’s a perfect night for a werewolf to come out.

Enid *in the distance*: I’M GAY!!!!