#PAINLAND

[anaart-stuff]

I miss them:(

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i think often about how interesting (devastating, crushing, heartbreaking) it would be to watch charles and edwin see each other’s murders. like what their reactions would be, what would be going through their heads, the effects of it on how they view each other, all of it. and i’ve been thinking about writing that (i still hope to).

i don’t mean them being at the scene of each other’s deaths in real time, i mean them being forced to watch, helpless, unable to protect each other from the past.

but a few days ago i realised something.

i was telling my best friend about this idea, and then it hit me: edwin did see charles’s hate crime. when he gave charles the lantern he said “you can simply extinguish it if those boys come up here.” like HE SAW THE WHOLE FUCKING THING!!!! what is that like for him? how often does he picture that when he looks at charles, or when charles is sad or vulnerable? anyway this ruined me so now i’m forcing you all to experience the pain too (and here’s this meme i made)

[mountainsoftreatos]

My favorite thing about the Edwin/Charles dynamic, whether it's pre-cannon, cannon, post-cannon, platonic, romantic or a secret third thing -

[nix-nihili]

"kiss me."

it's a whisper, soft and breathy, and when charles doesn't say anything at first, edwin wonders if he'd said it at all; if the words had ever made it past the terrified tightening of his throat to sit between them like a ticking time bomb.

but the arms wrapped around him, grounding and warm as the sun had been on a crisp, bright day when he could still feel anything beyond his own orbital path's personal sun, tighten, loosen, then tighten again.

finally, charles pulls back from the embrace and stares at him – catalogues him. edwin resists the urge to shrink away. this is charles after all. charles who has seen him at his very worst in Hell. charles who would burn the world before ever even thinking of hurting him. charles who he is wholly, surely, utterly, in love with.

charles who may love him back.

edwin almost expects charles to pose a question, to ask him if he's sure? as if he could ever not be sure about this.

but charles doesn't do that.

there are hands on edwin's face, cupping his jaw, his chin, his cheeks, gently, oh so gently. another arm brackets his waist, pulling him flush against charles, closer than they already were. edwin sucks in an unneeded breath, his own hands suddenly unsure of where to rest but he doesn't get a chance to properly panic because-

because-

his first kiss had left him feeling like a fish out of water; surprised and confused. all of it had happened so quickly that edwin hadn't gotten a chance to process much of it at all.

but when charles tilts his head closer, closing the gap between them with a gentle tremor in his frame that edwin mirrors, the surprise that accompanies it is for an entirely different reason.

charles kisses like he's afraid. charles kisses like it's his last. charles kisses like he's withholding.

edwin shall not have any of it.

with a crashing tidal wave of confidence, edwin reaches up to hold charles' face, one hand sinking into his curls as he deepens the kiss. there's a gasp, the hand on his waist tightening, and edwin takes advantage of the opening with fully formed intent until they're both crushed together, utterly unsure and uncaring as to where one of them begins and the other ends.

it doesn't matter. none of it matters. all that matters is the positively sinful sounds charles seems to be unknowingly making, causing edwin to sink and fall and topple into the all-encompassing pit that is charles rowland.

a tick, or two, or a hundred pass before they finally separate, panting with the force of it all.

"that was-" charles starts, then stops, gaze flitting all over edwin's face with an entirely different sort of cataloguing aim. edwin finds himself doing much the same: charles looks delightful, cheeks barely coloured crimson, curls falling out of place, and eyes wide.

his lips look thoroughly kissable, a quality edwin had not realised could be heightened and he almost pulls charles in again before charles says- swears, "I love you."

there is a place in edwin's chest that once contained his beating heart, an organ that had only found itself thrumming away thrice after his death: twice in hell and once in port townsend.

and then, here, standing across from charles, does edwin find his heart restarting to the sound of those words. the three words that leave him reeling far more than the kiss ever could have. the three words that pull him closer to the centre of his orbiting pathway to leave a softer, but just as searing kiss.

"I love you too," he says into it with a smile and a beating heart and a love that is mirrored.

[alexrod-dbd]

You guys look at what I just received in the mail today!! 😭🥰

I’m so happy they look amazing! I really can’t wait to read them omg

(Also I’ll be sharing a new one soon)

If you haven’t seen them yet and want a closer look at the covers, feel free to click on the first tag!

Authors : @alexwilltellyouthings @safaiagem @tumblerislovetumblerislife @likemmmcookies @fixated-addict13

Artists : @sharadaprincess @crypitick @pawspaintsnthings / @ouchmyghostskin @etheriiart @hannaloony

[alexwilltellyouthings]

What if the confession happened as Edwin planned?

"I've been realizing that I..."

Charles is staring intently. Edwin can see he has no clue what's coming and it makes it easier and harder at the same time.

He almost wishes they were interrupted. Almost.

"I...", Edwin loses his words again, and looks down, sideways, trying to gather his courage anywhere else as if he doesn't know Charles' eyes are the only right place to look at.

For once, Charles doesn't say anything, sensing he needs time. Still, Edwin sees a frown just starting to form, and knows he has to get this over with for both of their sakes.

"It is not Monty", he says quickly, gazing back at Charles, "that I like".

Charles properly frowns now. After a couple of seconds, his expression changes entirely, going from confused to bewildered, and Edwin reads him easily.

"Not the Cat King, either."

Charles breathes out, breaking his composure entirely. "Thank God, mate. I mean, I wouldn't judge your taste or anything..."

Edwin raises an eyebrow and Charles chuckles.

"Okay, maybe I would, so I'm glad it's not him. But then who...?"

Edwin feels his throat close. Charles is searching him, waiting for an answer he, by all means, should know.

Edwin just stares back for a second, then two, then three, until Charles is not confused anymore. The crease between his eyebrows slowly fades and his lips part open just slightly.

Edwin gulps. "Who else?", he nearly whispers.

Charles' eyes are franctically moving between Edwin's and he tries to say something, but doesn't seem to be able to form any proper words.

Edwin rushes to continue, "You don't have to feel the same. I just needed to tell you".

And while it feels like every part of him is burning, Edwin still doesn't think this is over, not yet, so he licks his lips nervously and adds quietly: "That I'm in love with you".

That hits Charles so strongly he sways a little bit, and only then looks away.

"I, uh", he starts stupidly. "Edwin, I don't even..."

"You don't have to say anything..."

"No, but I want to", Charles says, and his own words bring him back to a steadier mindset. He takes a deep breath and sets his hands over Edwin's shoulders. "Edwin, you're my best mate. That'll never change. You're the most important person in the world to me, okay?"

Edwin nods, feeling as if it wasn't for Charles' hands, he would be combusting.

"And I don't..." Charles' grip gets a little tighter for a moment. "I don't know what that means right now, for us, or for me, but we have all the time in the world to figure it out, yeah?"

Edwin smiles without meaning to. He notices his eyes are tearful, for some reason, and Charles smiles back while bringing a hand up to dry Edwin's cheeks as those tears fall down.

"Thank you for telling me", Charles completes, and pulls Edwin into a hug.

Edwin allows it and allows himself to melt into the embrace. He agrees — they have all the time in the world, and this is just the beginning.

[eurydicepaine]

i miss them so bad bro

[lereadinggrinch]

I have three dbda fanfic ideas and don't know what to write first.

I'll probably write them all at some point. I just don't know where to start. Pls help. :)

1. Edwin must have been enchanted—what other reason could there be for being in love with the Cat King? But why does the Cat King look so surprised when Edwin asks him to break the spell? (catwin)

2. While Niko sleeps, Edwin flips through one of her magazines, which claims you're meant to be a couple if you can answer a few questions about the other person. Coincidentally, Edwin can answer every question about Charles. (payneland)

3. Charles has finally decided to confess his feelings to Edwin. The problem? Edwin thinks Charles is trying to confess that he lost one of Edwin's favorite books. (payneland)

[sasakisniko]

Every Edwin Payne Scene (2/?)

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Chapter 2 of young blood (never get chained) is up, featuring Edwin meeting Crystal and Niko, a couple of unwelcome visitors, and Edwin's extensive collection of mystery novels.

Excerpt:

Niko pats the chair next to her. “You can sit, Edwin. Nice to meet you. I’m Niko.”

“A pleasure.” The smile Edwin manages for her is a bit more genuine as he sits.

“You took Dr. Kapoor’s poetry class, right?” she asks. At his surprised look, she smiles. “You probably don’t remember me. That was before my hair turned white and I never talked back then. I was possessed by dandelion sprites, so people giving me attention hurt.”

“Dandelion sprites,” Edwin echoes.

“They’re kind of cute, once you get used to them.”

Crystal and Charles both make skeptical noises.

“Are… you still possessed?” Edwin asks carefully, unsure if this is an impolite question.

“Oh, no,” she says. “I would have exploded into colorful goo by now if I was. Crystal and Charles got the sprites out of me and now they live in a jar upstairs.”

“Until she finally lets me flush them down the toilet.” Crystal plops down on Niko’s other side.

Niko shoots the other girl a fond smile. “They’re not that bad.”

“Kingham asked me if I lost my chin in the war yesterday.”

“I think being mean is their love language,” Niko tells Edwin.

“They don’t have a love language, because they’re toxic little shits,” Crystal says.

Edwin doesn’t know how to contribute to this conversation, so he steers it back to a safer topic: school. “Dr. Kapoor’s courses are usually quite interesting. Have you taken the one on Keats?”

“No,” Niko says. “I dropped out during the whole dandelion sprite thing, because too much attention was going to make me explode, and I never went back.”

Edwin supposes that’s why he hasn’t seen her in any of his other classes. St. Hilarion’s literature program is small enough that practically all the students know each other, for better or for worse. “I also don’t particularly like attention,” he says awkwardly, unsure of what else to say.

Her eyes go wide. “Don’t go looking for dandelions then. And if you do and you see a mysterious shrine surrounded by skeletons, run.”

He doesn’t have the heart to tell her he’s never done anything half as whimsical as searching for dandelions. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

[newtmas-supremxcy]

So i'm slowly trying to get back into writting and was curious if any of you guys had prompts/one shot ideas (anddd if I could get your permission to use them) I really wanna write something for either hangster, painland/payneland, icemav, buddie or newtmas but all my ideas are for like super long works and I don't really see myself having the motivation to commit to writting them yet lol

[dandeliannes]

EDWIN PAYNE: "YOU ARE MY PAIN, DIVINE, DIVINE"

my very first dbd edit !!!

i really love how edwin interacted with the other characters in this show. it was originally supposed to be just a painland/payneland edit but i wanted more so i added everyone 😭 really really love how this turned out ! this show is so special to me ♥

also thought that come back to me was perfect for edwin so i just had to make this :')

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

people always talk about edwin being an older ghost, and he technically is, but he doesn’t have any more experience being a ghost than charles. he was in hell from to moment he died to the night he met charles. he died at 16 and then did not get a chance to go through any growth or learn anything in hell other than torture—he lost those 70+ years. functionally, neither of their afterlives start until they meet, and they have to (get to) learn how to be ghosts and how to exist in this form on earth together every step of the way. anyway, what are you procrastinating right now? i’m procrastinating an essay that was due 4 days ago AND an essay that’s due tomorrow 🤠

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Despair of the Endless, Simon (Dead Boy Detectives) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Everyone Is Alive, Alternate Universe - Lawyers, Charles Rowland Has ADHD (DCU), Autistic Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Mutual Pining, Play Fighting, The rituals are intricate okay, everyone give it up for the (alive) postman aka #1 cockblock, passenger princess edwin, High School Reunion, giving edwin THREE different hell analogies in this one. he really do be going through it huh, why are you as a man a lawyer? to call another man your legal partner?, all my homies hate simon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Kiss, Love Confessions Summary:

Edwin returned to the envelope, from which his attention should never have veered, and opened it with a single, precise cut. The letter opener was returned to Charles – another brief, searing touch – as Edwin carefully removed and unfolded the glossy paper. The crest in the letterhead, a bloody wound against the white background, immediately caught his eye. “St. Hil’s, innit?” Charles, leaning over Edwin’s shoulder, confirmed what they both knew. They exchanged a dark, speaking glance. No, neither of them had fond memories of that place.

Or: Edwin attends his high school reunion and is very normal about his (legal) partner.

[many-gay-magpies]

curious tongue chapter two gets its own post

It's easy to let go, when Edwin gets all stern and concerned like he is now. Each command passes over Charles's brain like silk, and he obeys them all swiftly: sit up, tilt your head back, open your mouth, lift your tongue, good, thank you, now back down. Edwin's voice is strong, but not sharp, and his hand is gentle on Charles's chin. — Charles’s POV.

[adskayapandaa]

Painland sticker pack has arrived 🔎

"Take your pain and turn it into something beautiful"

I don't ask for money for this, you can download and print it for free. I want to support the fandom in this difficult time and ask that you never stop fighting for what you love. This fandom is incredible and I am glad that I was lucky enough to get here and do so many beautiful things.

You can download the sticker pack here and I'm also adding instructions on how to do this. I'm glad I'm in this fandom and I'm glad to fight with you guys ❤️❤️❤️

Enjoy this sticker pack and remember that your incredible love for this show can live forever, just like the boys 🫶

"We’ve got literally forever to figure out what the rest means"

Also, I’d love it if you shared photos of the stickers with me if you decide to print it out <3

Love, Lorelin ❤️