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​girls day out!

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Yall have no idea how much it has traumatised me that the sure obviously going to be sad story of how the main characters/gay love interests meet in dead boy detectives is the BEYOND HEARTBREAKING "oh I found you dying and I couldn't help but sit with you and keep you company and help you stay just a little warmer, I sat with you until dawn and read to you until your heart finally stopped, and then you decided to return the favour by staying with me for eternity" like how am I supposed to ever be okay again

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i'm sad that niko died before we learned her other 3 favorite public buildings.

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personally obsessed with the way charles looks so terribly fond and amused every time edwin acts like a cunt or a smartass

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I don't think I care enough to write it but there's a very fun au somewhere in here where Edwin fucks the Cat King and then he and Charles go back to London, and all through the next case Charles is in AGONY with jealousy and can't quite place why

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This isnt a complete thought but theres something so crazy about edwin getting stuck in the lust chamber and not being able to make it out without charles physically grabbing him. Like. You joke that edwins sexual repression drives the plot of this show but it really does drive the plot of the show.

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Hell Analysis (help now obsessed)

Something I found interesting after my 3rd rewatch lol, is that when Charles and Edwin are leaving Hell, Edwin is nearly captured in Lust. A few arms grab at him and try to pull him. In universe, through Simon we can see that Hell is what you make of it. We see that the guilt eats away at Simon, and Jenny’s crazy suitor not even knowing what she did wrong. The interesting part is that Edwin was probably trapped this time as he feels he is committing the sin of Lust because of his feelings for the Cat King and Charles. The first time he escaped, he probably wouldn’t have even looked back. But this time he went to Hell after his realization of his feelings. What is interesting here is that it’s Charles that pulls him out, symbolizing the fact that his Lust is not a sin. He’s not committing anything wrong, honestly that’s one of the reasons why Edwin confessed so quickly after that. Edwin slowly is realizing that he isn’t a sinner.

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Title: Take it to the Grave

Song: House of Wolves

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Length: 3:00

Even after 30 years together Edwin and Charles still hide the dark parts of themselves from each other.

But not the love. The love is obvious.

Pairing: Edwin/Charles

Notes:

Footage used from season 1 of Dead Boy Detectives. Spoilers for the whole season.

Physical Warnings: quick cuts and fast-paced video

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the thing about charles that gets me is how kind he is. even with all his anger, he always reaches out first with kindness. him comforting the soldier ghost. him offering crystal a place to stay. him stopping and checking on the librarian on the stairs in hell. his reaction to edwin's confession. he is a character defined not by the pain he's experienced, but the kindness he extends to others. he has every reason to be bitter and vengeful, but instead he is full of love and compassion. i love him so much.

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i can't get over them guys they've taken over my brain. like hello the devotion is staggering i'm in tears

still figuring out their faces (<-one of the most fun and challenging parts of drawing new characters) so this is a quick one! i have more ideas though :)

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We'll carry on 🔍

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My mind has been a blur lately but anyways here’s some more art I appear to have made

Edwin my beloved I too would go to hell for you

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Fic: Turning Seasons

Dead Boy Detectives fic. Edwin & Charles. Gen

Summary: During the early days, it was the quiet moments together that allowed the boys to learn each other.

Notes: pre-canon, slice of life, developing relationship/friendship

Also on Ao3

It was a quiet evening at the agency. Outside, it rained. Rivulets of water ran down the window behind Edwin’s desk in ever changing paths. (Technically, the desk was both of theirs, but really, it was Edwin’s.)

The boys were seated comfortably, settling in for an easy night. As much as they enjoyed their work, cases were not an everyday occurrence, and they quickly learned to love the downtime between them. Games, chit-chat, music. Anything they could fill the time and space with they did. Learning about each other and their new vocation as time passed.

Tonight was Edwin’s choice – for music and activity. The boys had been paid for a previous case with a working (formerly cursed) gramophone and a box of 12-inch LPs. They’d been making their way through the various albums when they had a moment to spare. Edwin was pleased to find something he actually recognised among the brightly coloured covers. The first movement of Vivaldi’s Summer concerto played softly in the background as both Edwin and Charles focused on their work – Edwin curled up on the settee, surrounded by books, and Charles sprawled out on the floor of the cupboard sorting through their slowly growing arsenal to see what might be useful to store in their recently acquired inter-dimensional backpack.

While Charles frowned at various jars without proper labels, Edwin mumbled a spell under his breath. He flicked his right hand – the left holding a worn spell-book steady against his lap – and a white flash erupted from the open palm.

Charles yelped, tipping over a – thankfully, sealed – bottle of green something as he raised his hands to shield his eyes from the light so bright it washed all colour from their office.

Edwin, wincing himself from the sudden luminescence, quickly closed his hand with a deliberate flourish and shook his fist as though to extinguish the light trapped within. As quickly as the light arrived, it vanished, leaving both boys blinking at the instant return to evening dark.

“All good there, mate?” Charles called out, shuffling over to sit in the threshold of the cupboard. He was rubbing at his eyes, reacclimatising himself.

Edwin squeezed his eyes shut, face wrinkling with the force of the gesture, before opening them and blinking rapidly. “Ah, yes. Apologies. The description was rather lacking in specificity for that spell. It’s unfortunately not as useful as I had hoped it might be.”

“Not unless you’re looking to temporarily blind someone.”

Edwin hummed thoughtfully. Not actually a bad idea, that. He wrote something down in his ever-present notebook then tucked it away in his jacket pocket folded neatly next to him.

Ghosts didn’t feel warm or cold, not the way humans did, but the atmosphere of the evening was cosy. Inspired by Charles - who had long since divested himself of his layers of coats and jackets until he was only garbed in his polo shirt - Edwin had made himself comfortable by removing his bow tie and jacket. He hadn’t yet gone so far as to remove his vest or roll up his sleeves, but it was a sign of Charles’ influence that he did take some enjoyment in shedding his own layers.

Thoroughly distracted from their tasks now, both boys took a moment to look at each other and enjoy the silent company.

Charles, of course, was the one to break the momentary quiet.

“What’s so great about magic anyway?” He gestured to the piles of books on and around the couch.

Edwin glanced down at the book in his lap and closed it. He debated answering, but Charles was so open with his inquiry. Edwin thought he knew him well enough by now to know that Charles would not push if Edwin didn’t want to reply. But that very acceptance was what had him opening his mouth to give an honest answer.

“The boys who …” He cleared his throat, unable to look at Charles as he spoke, despite the trust he was offering. “Well, they had no idea what they were playing with when I died. I will not allow myself to fall victim to that same hubris.”

Charles nodded. Then snorted. “Mate, sounds a bit like hubris of your own, that.”

Edwin looked up from his lap to stare pointedly at Charles and his cheeky grin.

Charles was still smirking as he raised his hands defensively. “All I’m saying is, you don’t have to do it all on your own. ’Cause you’re not alone anymore now, yeah?”

Neither boy wanted to give in, but it was Edwin who broke their staring contest with a rueful sigh. “I did warn you I was not good with people. I fear in death that attribute of mine has only decayed further.”

“And I told you I was aces at it. Balance, yeah? I trust you to know what you’re doing, so trust me to have your back. Lighten the load.” He grabbed the seemingly empty backpack from the floor and waved it in Edwin’s direction. “Literally, even!”

It was a poor attempt at a joke, but it did lift the mood enough that Edwin managed a small laugh.

He was still smiling when he said, “I do, you know. Trust you.” He cleared his throat. Turned from Charles’ warm brown eyes to the bag he held to avoid the emotional atmosphere and changed the subject. “But that is not just a simple bag of tricks. If you intend to carry it, you will need to learn how to use it properly. We can’t always rely on luck and charm.”

“You mean you can’t always rely on luck and charm.” He said this with a cheeky grin and a wink. Edwin rolled his eyes, fondly. Charles knew him well enough now to know it was fond. He settled into a soft smile and an earnest stare. “I’ll put in the work,” he promised.

Edwin’s gaze was just as soft as he said, “Yes. You always do.”

The third movement of Summer ended and the gramophone played empty air. Edwin got up and turned the vinyl over. Charles straightened up the jars he disturbed when he startled earlier. They boys settled back into their study as Autumn began to play, the easy atmosphere enhanced by the warm glow of the old lamps in the corners and the quiet patter of rain on the window.

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You ever think, what if Death did catch us?

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this one's for you, edwin paine

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We’ve got forever to figure out the rest