#Edwin Flow

[idliketobeatree]

to Charles, an Edwin Payne poem.

[maddymoreau]

Mr. House and Courier Six drawn by @boonnimii

[ibuprofentablets]

There were many things Charles missed from being alive. He missed his mums homemade food, her steamy pilau with red hot spices. He missed running out of breath, the thrilling sting in his lungs after hitting a six. He missed smells, the tell-tale nicotine poison that permeated the streets. He missed hugs, real hugs. He missed the piercing cold London winter that rendered his fingers and toes numb. He missed standing in the rain, feeling the heavy droplets poke holes into his skin. It was funny. The things that he missed about life the most was what killed him.

[dandeliannes]

THIS IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE AHHHHH

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[emacrow]

Bats don't know what to do as The Mockingbird and Time Mock them

That Edward Nygma wasn't a real person in the database or that the riddler actually got won one battle over Batman. Batman had tried to snoop through the apartment, but there was mostly always a person there alongside children.

Then there was a trigger of other rogues break out when there actually nobody in the apartment.

Not mentioning the real person behind riddler

Eddie Mockingbird Walker was born out of a 6 year affair between Edwin Walker, strict borderline insane Prisoner Warden, and beautiful red haired Judy Mockingbird, a former cleaning lady who was fired by the wife of Walker after finding out the affair.

Three years later, Judy Mockingbird was later a victim of a break-in and homicide, the only witness being a 3 year old traumatized Eddie hiding in a toy chest doodle with hand drawn puzzle murals, unfortunately that case was later put in the cold case files with not enough suspects.

Eddie was thrown through the wringer of several orphanages for 4 years, only to be refound by his grandmother Grethen Mockingbird, a former retired pianist who was unable to play anymore due a severe case of tendonitis.

A bright Prodigy to music and puzzles boxes made by his grandmother, a rare talent in school to the point the music teacher begged his grandmother Grethen to signed him in a tournament which later led to Eddie into the spotlight with the youngest pianist to make he audience weep with joy that catapult him all the way through several tournaments, winning each one, talkshows, interviews from age 9 to 22 year old.

He was known as Rose Thief of Hearts in the music community, the next living Beethoven they cried out, especially on how many ladies and guys fallen for his sweet, obvious charms and bright red hair that flow down his waist.

Becoming best friends with his half-sister, Madeline Walker, that he rarely met.

Tragedy struck when on The Chopin Competition, Gretchen Mockingbird died from cardiac arrest in the middle of her grandson's performance.

Eddie disappeared, being dragged off by Edwin Walker during the private funeral, which led many people to the theory of the whereabouts of the music Prodigy.

Then, the rest of the data file went missing until a year ago when Eddie Mockingbird appeared once more during a shocking news of adopting his niece and nephews who will stay anonymous after explaining a rather shocking tale with enough explanation on why he was away from media was extremely popular in the music culture.

Batman could only stare at the photo capture by Red Robin on the Batcomputer, tired bag eyed soft smiling Eddie Mockingbird at family diner. His black hair and eyebrow were gone, revealing a natural red hair that had grown down to his neck, wearing casual clothes with his niece, Jasmine Fenton, a teenage red-haired girl speaking with a soft look

A large massive man, named Jack Fenton that looks too alike to Bruce clumsily and failing feeding a little 2 year old baby girl in a toddler chocolates banana fudge ice cream with green bitd, while trying to stopping her twin brother flinging soft sweet peas at a giggling 5 year old toddler trying to air bite the peas.

A disgusted looking young entrepreneur who discoverered a much better energy source for phones that went world-wide, Tucker Foley, who was gagging at a Sam Manson, had a beyond burger and a salad, her middle finger pointing at him saying something to him.

Batman couldn't get near someone like him, or get a hint of his music albums that were also sold out even from 10 year ago to now with new albums that not even Jim Gordon would help him that Riddler is the famous pianist that he had a collection of his music, and he wouldn't let him 'borrow' them.

Jason had just started dating Jasmine, but he wouldn't tell them about what the riddler's plans were to the point of disconnecting and disabling all the trackers on his phones, even the backup ones with Cass and Babs!

He tried booking for Mockingbird concerts only to find out they were all booked to 20XX for the past 6 months after The Chopin Competition, not even attempting bribes, would shorten a 15 mile long waiting list.

This was driving Bruce a little mad as if time itself was mocking him!!

Part 3 here <-

[sthilarions]

Charles twisted again at the lock on the cell and cursed. "Sorry, mate," he said, avoiding looking at Edwin. "Nothing I can do without something to use as a lockpick. We might be stuck here a while."

"I would rather not," Edwin answered. "Dennis seemed somewhat more menacing than usual, and I did not like the look of whatever he was doing with that stained glass at all."

Charles rolled his right shoulder back and continued to avoid Edwin's eyes. "Yeah. Sorry. I, um. I can keep trying. Or - I dunno, try to break the bars? Or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Charles," Edwin said. "They're iron-laced. You will not be touching them any more than you already have." He sighed. "Alright. Stand away from the lock, please."

"Wait, what are you gonna do? You're not breaking through those bars either, if that's what you're thinking. Just 'cause you're weird about iron burns doesn't mean I'm letting you catch yourself on fire just to get away from fuckin' Dennis."

"I will do nothing of the sort," Edwin replied. "I do not plan to injure myself for the likes of Dennis, concerning stained glass or no. Now, please, stand aside."

Charles screwed up his face, but moved away, as much as he could, in the very small cell, which meant less that he stepped gracefully to the side and more that he awkwardly tried to switch places with Edwin without shoving either of them against the bars, or accidentally pushing his elbows into Edwin's semi-incorporeal body.

Edwin held out a hand and muttered under his breath. "Agoriad." His hand glowed, faintly, a delicate lavender, and he touched a long finger to the lock. He muttered again - "aperi" - and the lavender glow flowed up from his hand and into the lock and, with a soft click, the door swung gently open.

Edwin stepped out and Charles stared after him, mouth hanging open. "What - do you - have you always been able to do that?"

Edwin was the one avoiding eye contact, now. "No. Not, er. Always."

"How long?"

"That is beside the point. At the moment, the length of time we need to be concerned about is the time until Dennis returns - "

"Edwin! Why have you been letting me muck about with lockpicks this whole time!"

Edwin looked at the ceiling, and his usually-gray cheeks turned distinctly rosy. "I - I enjoy watching you do it."

"You what."

Edwin's face scrunched up, still pointed firmly towards the skylight. "I like... watching you. Open locks."

Charles's mouth was open, again. "Are you trying to tell me," he said, voice rather impressively even in the circumstances, he thought, "that you could've been magically opening locks this whole time - " ("not the whole time") " - and you've been standing back and letting me go at it with little bits of metal because you have what I'm pretty sure Crystal would call a competence kink?"

Edwin screwed up his face so hard his eyes squoze shut. "No?"

Charles started to say something with a voice that was no longer even at all, but it was just then that Dennis walked in the door, carrying some sort of stained glass birdhouse lantern thing, and just before all heck broke loose, Charles was pretty sure he heard Edwin say "oh thank fuck".

[august-stars]

after the way he was treated roughly his entire life, charles is never anything but gentle with edwin. his father would hurt him and scream until his throat was sore and his mother would tremble and avert her eyes from his fear, so he cradles edwin's terrified face between his hands when they're in the depths of hell. he nods along and smiles fondly as edwin goes on tangents about whatever has caught his attention. he steps in front of him without a moment's hesitation when danger closes in on them with nothing but his cricket bat to protect them. he fights any opponent and travels any road he has to to keep edwin safe and happy. never hitting, never scoffing, never allowing any of his anger to flow in edwin's direction.

[kevin-prices-left-sock]

Like what does he think counts as platonic at this point??????

something about charles's flirting with crystal compared to the 'platonic best mate' things he says to edwin

"we've met psychics before, but none as fit as you"

"it would be a shame if dandelions exploded out of your face. 'cause you know what? i think your face is pretty mint"

vs

"sorry, no version of this where i didn't come get you"

"you are the most important person in the world to me"

"there's no one else, no one else, that i would go to hell for"

[tragedy-machine]

payneland fic recs

imo underrated edition

1. between the blade and the tongue by cesare, T, 7k words

For a prompt on the anonmeme: "Edwin gets hit with a curse. Something makes Charles sure it's a truth curse. It's not, though. It's a spell designed to make the cursed party wound others with his words, and Edwin tells Charles all of the things he's always feared that Edwin was thinking..."

beautifully written, I'm a big fan of this author and beautifully angsty

2. The Lovers Festival (Let me take you to) by WorkInProgress84, T, 24k words

In the heart of winter, Prince Edwin's parents all but throw him out of his own castle with only an order to get to the kingdom of Port Townsend posthaste. Such is the life of a royal pawn, apparently. But at least he's got Charles with him. Charles, his personal guard and best friend. Charles, who has a Lady he is courting at the castle. Charles, whom Edwin has loved in secret for years. It's fine. Edwin is used to it. There's no reason traipsing through the kingdom on their own should change anything. It's only one week, after all.

I LOVE royalty aus with knight!charles and prince!edwin and this one was just wonderful and full of pining

3. A Catalogue of Kisses by Scartlettfire, T, 12k words

It was nice to be close to Charles like this. Edwin let the thought flow through his mind without censure. Because it was. Nice. Very nice. To get to just look at him for a while. He’d always been a good looking boy. Maturity had only enhanced it. As did the kindness at the core of him that Edwin knew so well after so long together. — Five kisses throughout their lives.

an alive au with amazing pining and angst, chef's kiss

4. Winter Bloom by skinnybritishdudes, T, 7k words

Now Charles and Edwin have to figure a few things out fast: First, what the hell just happened? Next, why does it seem to affect the way everybody reacts to Edwin except Charles? And maybe most importantly: why is Edwin pink?

pink Edwin!! this is SO fun, and unique and cute

5. Nothing More Romantic (Than Dying With Your Friends) by puckinghell, G, 8k words

Edwin had known, from the very beginning, that this day would come. Maybe Charles would decide being a detective was not that fun after all, maybe he’d get curious about what afterlife had in store for him. Maybe he’d get bored of Edwin. But it’d always been a sure thing, in Edwin’s mind, that this could not last forever. He’s still not ready for it when the day finally arrives.

angsty misunderstanding, my beloved!! fucking love that shit

[babyseraphim]

🐁 for the make you write thing! (I love everything you do, thank you for sharing <3)

HI thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my work! And sorry for making you wait so long, I wanted to post this after the zine came out.

So, this work you asked about is actually a collection of ficlet spin-offs from my fic for the DBDA zine! @ur-localkiwi (the artist for this little world) and I co-created it, and we intend to keep creating additional ficlet/illustration combos for as long as possible.

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Charles walks over and pats the man’s shoulder. “I bet your wife and daughter are waiting for you on the other side, yeah? There’s a lady that’ll help you get to them. When the blue light comes, just go with her.”

The man nods and lets out a sob, sitting cross legged on the floor like a lost child. His soul is in Death’s hands now, bless him. Edwin’s the one that needs Charles now.

By the time Charles is halfway across the tent, Charlie has already emerged from his no-pets-allowed-in-the-fight hiding spot. He’s curled up on the ground in a tight, protective ball—almost as if he’s trying to keep something hidden

“Charlie!” Charles calls out. Charlie doesn’t budge, so Charles gives a loud whistle. No reaction. 

“Charlie,” he says again, kneeling down beside him. He reaches out to give him a scritch. “Where’s Edwin gone? And Winnie?”

Charlie gives a good warning growl as Charles’s hand gets closer.

“Oi!” Charles protests, yanking away. “What’s—

Then, he spots it. Held in Charlie’s mouth, balanced between his teeth, is an ice blue globule of light. Its gentle glow ebbs and flows like a heartbeat. Like it’s trying to speak.

“Oh, shit,” Charles breathes. “Edwin.”

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make me write!

[thecsryankee]

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[adskayapanda]

New painland fic has arrived!

Hozier writes songs for painland and I write fics :)

This is a translation of my old fic that I wrote last year (exactly a year ago lol), but I have little time for new fics now, so I give you the old new one ❤️

Link: The lost myth of true love

The marks Edwin's fingertips make on Charles' skin are neither cold nor warm, but palpable enough to send a metaphorical jolt through his body from the touch. Charles makes a pleased sound and Edwin finally realizes what just happened. Payne takes a sharp breath, as if he still needs to breathe, and pauses for a moment, meeting Charles's gaze.

"I'm sorry, I..." Edwin jerks his hand away, clenching it into a fist.

"Edwin..." Charles begins, but finds himself at a loss for words. He tries to gather his thoughts in his head, but they flow away, not wanting to form words, leaving in his consciousness only traces of someone else's touch, sending electrical impulses through his body, so clearly felt as if he were still alive.

[doverly]

Dead Boy Detectives Hot Take, but it's not really that hot. It's just that I haven't seen anyone state the obvious when it comes to Monty. Esther straight up killed him. She took this crow and gave him a new identity as a human being. Even though he was used as a pawn in her schemes, for a few weeks he was alive. Monty fell for Edwin, got way too into astrology, and was on the path to discovering his own identity as a supernatural teenager. But, Esther ripped that consciousness, that life away.

I consider that death.

It is the tradegy of the ant, forced to be human for a second and comprehend all that comes with our human existence. Monty, the emo teen we knew him as is gone. As a crow, he did end the season on a helpful note, but Edwin will never again exchange books with his raven-haired friend. Even if somehow in season two, Monty gets changed into a human again, will it be the one we saw betray Esther for love?

Tears are flowing at this point because all he wanted to do was find himself in peace. He never asked to be human, but did he really need to go back? Did he really need to die?

[bluepandaears]

I've decided one of the reasons I love DBD so much is because each character is almost an embodiment of my various mood driven personalities. Often times you can watch a show and feel like you really identify with one maybe two characters. This one I feel like I really identify with all of the characters depending on my mood. It's the reason I could never definitively say I am a "Charles" type of "Edwin" type. Because I am all of them. Sometimes several throughout the day and sometimes more than one at a time.

Sometimes I'm the rock listening tattooed punk that doesn't want to give a shit about anybody but secretly cares about everybody.

Sometimes I'm the sweet bubbly romantic that just wants to care and like everyone.

Sometimes I'm the antisocial uptight emo that really couldn't care less about most people and just wants to read.

Sometimes I'm the friendly extrovert with anger issues that when pushed can become quite forceful.

Sometimes I'm a bitch without meaning to be and will feel bad about it but not until much later when it's kind of too late.

Sometimes I'm a bitch and I actually mean to be so fuck you. I'll do what I need to, to get what I want.

Sometimes I'm a shy friendly innocent that is really lying to you.

Sometimes I'm a flirt that just likes to play with their food.

Sometimes I just really need things to be neat and orderly and in their proper place. Damn it.

Sometimes I'm carefree and go with the flow. Woosah.

Sometimes I long to get back to somewhere else but in the mean time I'll do my bit to help out those around me.

Sometimes I'm small and angry and just really want to make you explode.

I am them and they are me and I think about them daily.

[503week]

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[ants-personal]

gonna need an episode of edwin jumping in front of charles to block him from either getting stabbed through the chest or a rather dangerous spell that causes great harm to ghost collapsing against charles breathing quick and tears welling hes trying so hard not to scream out and charles has to set him down as easily as he can the enemy isnt letting up so hes gonna finish off whoever with the rage of a thousand suns crystal sliding in to try and help edwin however she can

and while edwins laying there pain searing into his chest and back shaking as tears roll down his cheek his mind flashing between hells endless hallways to whatever building he laying hia form shifting between his regular look and his death look in ghostly blood flowing like smoke onto the floor everythings spinnging and muffled and he feels like hes drowning crystals voice barely registers hes trying to just focus to gain back control his eyes drifting to sight of charles

holding back whoever sparks flying against his bat both pushing against eachother with all their might its strangly angelic the way charles looks against the glow of yellow and orange and slowly the pain fades to something manageable and edwin pushes himself up and tells crystal to slide charles backpack toward him she stares at him like shes trying to determine if hes okay enough with the gaping hole in his chest and when she finally does or maybe they are running out of time sliding the bag to him hes not as skilled as charles but he manges to grip the book he needs

Quickly flipping through pages till he finds the spell hes looking for he tells crystal to help charles get him an opening asking what he plans on doing he points out they need to weaken said enemy so charles can get to the item they are protecting with somewhat of a plan the get into places and edwins opening comes and he traps the ghoul ina torande of electricity that sends it running off screaming

and him weaker than before form now glitching between the transparent blue and his regular self hole still spilling smokey blood he has to lean against the wall but he stops both from coming to him telling to focus on whats important the item and sending whatever back to where it came from hes to weak to do the necessary spell but he talks crystal and charles through it and with the item destroyed and case close

Charles rushes to edwins side checking him over hand resting above the slowly healing hole and as he keeps asking questions and edwin holds up a hand gently to stop charles questions and he assures him hes fine... but he would like to go back ho- to the office charles just smiles softly before helping edwin to stand straight holding him up by the waist crystal commenting that that was scary as fuck but kinda badass edwin and carrying the backpack as the make their way out