#line detection

[thankstothe]

eat him alive <3

[idliketobeatree]

i'm living the dream, in the dream, i'm buried alive two bed grave, one bath, car in the drive mirrored covered windows block the light feeding back reflection distorts life cut connection — jesca hoop

[homoquartz]

i may be guilty of employing this move

[helloilikepurple]

DC X DP - Mirrors

Did Danny want to live in Gotham? No, of course not. Did he have a choice? Nope. When does he ever?

Now, he may be technically homeless, but he's also technically dead, so human laws technically don't apply to him. So, naturally, he pics out an empty mansion so big even if the owners were to come home, the chances they'd run into each other would be really low, and settles in.

This 'mansion' happens to be Drake Manor. Look, Danny lived in nowhere Illinois and kinda had his hands full dealing with ghosts, a double life, bullies, and being actively hunted. He doesn’t know much about celebrities. If you tell him the name of someone super famous, it might sound vaguely familiar, but that's about it. What he knew was superheroes and vigilantes (some of them, okay, give him a break). That's about it.

So the name Drake in connection with Gotham didn't ring any alarm bells. He did some surface level research: the Drakes are dead, survived by their only child, Timothy Drake-Wayne, who now owns their house but was adopted by some other super rich guy called Bruce Wayne and doesn't live in it, leaving it empty for the foreseeable future.

It was the perfect place!

Danny didn't explore much, partly because he didn't care to and partly because he was too tired to from healing. He cleaned up after himself, used only his bedroom (chosen for being tucked way back and out of the way), the attached bathroom, and the theatre occasionally as a treat. He lived off of the provisions packed for him, ectoplasm and water from the sink.

Cut to, few weeks in.

Danny's got a new routine, he's taken his stitches out, and is still super fucked up, but a lot better than when he arrived. He hasn't been outside since he arrived, but ghosts don't need Vitamin D anyway. Is he slightly depressed? Maybe. But he's also dead, so, bigger priorities.

Tim is looking through his stuff for something or other, and it occurs to him he probably left it next door. He hasn't been to Drake Manor in months, but he sort of really needs this thing, so he sucks it up and borrows a car because like hell is he walking the several miles from this front door to that one.

He goes to his old bedroom, opens the door, and comes face-to-face with himself.

And Danny doesn't know what he's supposed to do in this situation.

Listen, Danny doesn't always make the best decision in the moment. It's a very normal flaw to have! So he tells who can only be Timothy Drake-Wayne himself when asked, that his name is Timothy Drake, and this is his house, and, actually, who are you and how did you get in?

This causes Tim to assume Danny is himself from another dimension who he accidentally dragged to his dimension by messing with the Time Stream to get Bruce back. Danny continues to accidently fuel this misunderstanding without meaning to.

(This is not helped by the fact that a DNA test doesn't disprove this. Danny's DNA is corrupted, but what Tim does get is identical to himself. This is how Danny finds out he was adopted, and how Tim, much later when misunderstandings are cleared, meets the identical twin brother he never knew he had.)

[fan-a-tink]

This is one of Edwin's most iconic lines, actually.

and I feel we need to acknowledge it more. his bitchiness is on point, but like *respectfully* - it's just so quintessentially Edwin.

[sthilarions]

Not enough attention given, I feel, to the fact that Edwin is Charles’s psychopomp. The boys spend decades running from Death, but Edwin’s first act out of Hell is to do Death’s job.

And this is clearly an intentional theme, given that at the end of the season the Night Nurse and the Principal fold them into the afterlife’s bureaucracy, with the Dead Boy Detectives acting as a sort of specialized offbeat psychopomp team.

But with Charles it wasn’t even specialized or offbeat. Edwin was just literally acting as a classic psychopomp. He guided Charles’s soul into the afterlife. Even the lantern is quintessential psychopomp imagery.

(Which makes Charles’s actions just so utterly fascinating, from a mythical standpoint. It’s like if Charon was taking you over the Styx and when you were nearly across you suddenly said “actually, I think I’d like to become your apprentice boatman, instead,” and Charon said “that’s not how this works, you can’t escape your final destination by appealing to me” and you said “nah, this has nothing to do with the Asphodel Meadows, I just really like you and boating looks fun but kinda lonely, so I thought you might want company,” and then Charon stared at you like you were a crazy person for a second (which you clearly in fact are) but then shrugged and said “sure, but we’ll have hide from Hades for the rest of time”. This is not normal behavior, Charles - or Edwin, for that matter)

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

Imagine if ghosts reverted to their death state on the anniversary of their deaths, but I'm making it worse for Edwin in particular.

So I feel like Charles would struggle with it, obviously, but he also met Edwin when he was actively dying so, after a handful of years, he doesn't mind if Edwin -- only Edwin -- sees. They just sit down for the day and read till he can slip into his orb form in a facsimile of rest.

But then we got Edwin. This man will yap and yap about capital H Hell but God Forbid he actually TALK about his trauma. 'Charles mustn't be exposed to that!' is his fav excuse but c'mon. Be. So. Fr. He just doesn't want Charles to think of him differently.

There are days where Edwin hops off to the library or something and gets lost in books for days, it's not new. Ghosts have shit perception of time. So when Edwin disappears to the "library", Charles thinks nothing of it. He just goes to do some of his own shit -- concert, ghost cricket, idk -- and very impatiently waits for Edwin to be done. (They have a deal that he can come drag Edwin away after the 48 hour mark if he's not home by then.)

Another thing is, Edwin hasn't explicitly stated what day he died, so Charles has no idea. It doesn't occur to him that he's never seen Edwin's death anniversary till he's telling Crystal they'll be closed in a week for his, and she asks when Edwin's is.

And he just. Doesn't know.

So Crystal ushers him through her vanity because god forbid these boys have self initiated confrontation. And now Edwin is being cornered and he reluctantly reveals what he's been doing. Aka lying and spending his most vulnerable days in an abandoned garden or something. Charles is fucking Gobsmacked™️ and they talk, etc.

Anyways, Edwin's death anniversary is a month or two away from Charles' so they wait, both anxious as hell but Charles is being Charles and coping by helping Edwin instead.💀💀 (Edwin confronts him because PUT THEM BOTH ON BLAST‼️‼️🗣️🗣️)

On the day, Edwin's form changes little by little. Rubbed in rashes around his wrists and the corners of his lips, paler, sunken eyes, and bursted blood vessels looking like freckles. Charles spends the whole night reassuring Edwin and layering him in love and I'm such a sucker for love confessions so you KNOW they gotta have a moment like:

"I'm proper gone on you, aren't I?" Charles whispers into Edwin's hairline, sounding utterly smitten.

"Even like this?" Edwin asks. Equally quiet and wholly insecure, something Charles will spend the rest of his afterlife rectifying the same way Edwin has for him.

"Especially like this."

[shaylogic]

Coming out of my cage, and I've been doing JUST FINE

[uneducated-author]

Crystal doesn't get it at first. She thinks it's funny and sentimental, because they call themselves the Dead Boy Detectives but she really forgets that their hearts stopped beating decades before she was born.

When Charles says it's their anniversary she rolls her eyes and laughs with him. Asks if it's their Silver or Pearl anniversary and tells them that they're 'never beating the old married couple allegations'. Edwin doesn't understand the joke. Charles does, and laughs for both of them. She notices that Edwin's eyes are a little heavy on Charles, and will kick herself later for not realising why.

She should have realised. Charles laughs hardest when he wants to cry.

She's half asleep when she jolts up in vicious realisation and almost slams her head.

Charles met Edwin as he was dying from a hate crime.

Their anniversary is the day her best friend died.

[trubbishrubbish]

Kodaka's craziest gals are all here to kill you.

Commission by FtAngel

[snivyartjpeg]

yuma in the last defents

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

fic snippet

Courting Edwin like they did in those old movies sounded fun too, old-timey carriage rides and all. And maybe he could see Edwin all dressed up, in one of those little 1900s suits… “That sounds brills,” he said. “But what about the second month?”

Edwin grinned. The expression was radiant. “I would like for you to… to do whatever you would have done with me, had we been courting in the 80s.”

“You want to go steady,” Charles laughed. “Wear my letter, get a mix tape.”

“I know what absolutely none of those words mean,” Edwin said. “But, as we have firmly established, I do enjoy learning new things.”

Charles grinned. “Well, then. I guess it’s settled. A month of courting, a month of going steady, and bam! Magical marriage, isn’t it.”

Edwin smiled. “Yes, Charles. I do believe it is.”

[idliketobeatree]

The Best Frames We Know, frame #389 / #196 DBD Frames Project on Youtube | animation link + slowed down

[rockttm]

they are taking over my brain

[awidowgast]

in the attic

(all i do is think about them and cry)

[lesbicosmos]

like a dead married couple on acid <333