#the detective polycule

[thedetectivesystem]

i must get back on the detective polycule grind…

[theunicorncomic-blog]

Charles Rowland voice: yeah this is my girlfriend, Crystal and her girlfriend, Niko. And this is my best mate-slash-boyfriend-slash-queer platonic partner, Edwin. And these are his two boyfriends, Monty the former crow and the King of Cats.

[shaylogic]

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[nualaofthefaerie]

THE LOVE RHOMBUS

Welcome to my crisp ahh chart of Dead Boy Detective romance that isa rhombus as described by the creators themselves. Niko is not here because she is very ace to me and is kind of like a circle that surrounds them all and gives them platonic forehead kisses.

They are all very much involved!

[sunnyaliceart]

"Old Friends"

[petvampire]

Just a little cute drabble about Niko being the Safe Place for the inhuman members of the polycule when they need to rest.

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Niko’s room is where all of the supernatural entities of the Dead Boy Detectives (and associates) go when they need a safe place to rest in a less-than-human shape, when they’ve overtaxed themselves and need to recover. They have plenty of other hideaways and secure retreats, but there is something about the girl that just soothes, eases, helps them regain their strength faster.

There’s a fleecy, elaborate cat bed at the foot of Niko’s mattress that the Cat King vehemently denies liking, but will end up curled up in for a nap, purr vibrating through the room. Monty has a nest of soft scraps and stolen trinkets on the broad windowsill, will tuck his head under his wing and roost there, knowing he has nothing to worry about.

When the two ghosts have to retreat to their most basic form, she is the one they trust to watch over them. The softly reddish orb that is Charles settles in a particular spot at the edge of her desk, nestled into a ceramic bowl that used to hold paper clips and rubber bands, until Niko realized this was a better use. Edwin’s pale blue orb prefers a niche in the corner of her bookshelf, one she lined with soft fabric despite his insistence that he cannot feel sensation in that form. They both pulse with an even, steady light, brightening and fading in a rhythm like a heartbeat.

Even Crystal will tuck herself into Niko’s bed when she’s drained - though that’s less to do with being supernatural, more to do with being her girlfriend.

Still. They all know where to find rest and respite, and Niko is beyond happy that she can provide it.

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

I call them “Eclipse was not invited to the polycule and he’s going to make it everyone elses problem” and “The sexy beach episode” 

I know I said this last time, but I do still have some more potential content, but we’ll see if I ever get to them- crossing my finger for it!

As usual: The detective AU and character designs are made by @starlightcloudbaby and The Sleuth Jesters saga which these doodles are based off of is made by @naffeclipse!

Also have a little bonus depicting my favorite part about drawing y/n:

Best part of the process- adding muppet eyes to y/n’s bells XD

[the-rainbow-meme]

ok fine you can have more, as a little treat (I say as if I'm not having a lot of fun with this)

[part 1] [part 2]

[glitterdustcyclops]

anyway can't wait for season 2 where charles has the long slow painful realization that he's queer & then he and edwin makeout about it a whole bunch while niko & crystal fall in lesbians with each other

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Listen. Listen. I get the plot intentions of Monty and the Cat King as characters and what they were supposed to be for Edwin in terms of his sexual awakening/coming to terms with his sexuality/accepting the fact that you can, actually, fall in love with a boy. I get the slow burn for Charles and Edwin and I love it.

But as a fanfic writer known for my poly ships and fics, do you really think I'm going to not find some kind of way in my fic series to organically bring the Cat King and Monty back into the story and give them a chance to figure their shit out with Edwin/explore the fantastic dynamics/tiny details that the show dropped into my lap?

(Spoiler alert: yes, I'm finding a way to get Edwin three boyfriends. And Charles is still figuring things out with Crystal. And hell, Crystal and Niko are going to have a thing too because you cannot convince me that the sparkling lights were all dandelion sprites and not the meeting of two sapphic idiots.)

[t4tadrienette]

Honestly the best thing to do is make all the couples a big large polycule. Hi, I'm Ran and this is my boyfriend Shinichi, and that is his boyfriend Heiji, and that is Heiji's girlfriend Kazuha, who is also my girlfriend, and this is Sonoko who is my girlfriend, and that is her boyfriend Makoto

[snivyartjpeg]

thrilling doodle dump sequel to my rain code animals ft halara simping for cats

[shaylogic]

Crystal Palace joining the Dead Boy Detective Agency! ★~(◠‿◕✿)

[valkerymillenia]

I loved DBDA but am the only one rooting for a polycule here?

[twsted-idiot]

ermm bsd hcs :3 just random ones. Aka. Projecting onto them

Don't tag as soukoku or shin soukoku. I will block you lmao.

@g0ttal0ve101 @sleepygamerotaku @crowisinthetrash

Ranpo's literally so sassy n sarcastic but sometimes it's hard to tell if he's being serious or not. Yk how sometimes people sound different when there being sarcastic. Yeah. He doesn't a lot of the time.

Poe n Ranpo teach/taught each other English and Japanese (respectively)

^ they could both already somewhat speak the other but not fluently or very well.

Ranpo cries REALLY easily sometimes. Sometimes it isn't full on crying though, sometimes it's just tears starting to well up and he quickly wipes them away.

^ So does Atsushi. But he doesn't really hide it.

Im pretty sure Chuuya is canonically good w kids but. When he isn't actually working, he regularly takes Q, and the younger members of the ada out for food.

Kenji's just. In awe of everyone's abilities tbh, to the point of being distracted when fighting sometimes (obv he ends up fine lmao) He's just a little boy <33

Koyou and Yosano regularly have wine together.(they're secretly dating.)

^(the two of them n RanPoe go on double dates sometimes. Poe's usually reluctant but ends up enjoying it anyway.)

You will NEVER see Poe without Karl. Unless Ranpo has him. Which, Poe usually isn't far so..

Poe is oblivious to how much he spends and genuinely leaves Ranpo in shock every time. However, he actually enjoys buying things for him, so it's not like he minds.

DOA POLYCULE!!!!!!!!!!!! (Nikolai, Fyodor, Sigma, and Bram)

Yosano LOVES taking Kenji, Kyouka, and Atsushi shopping.

Dazai's actually rlly sweet when he wants to be, he just chooses to be a little shit.

Kunikida is on Dazai's ass Abt his schedule n shit, but more lenient with the younger members

"Chuuya's so lana del Ray coded" yeah but he does. Not. Listen to that kind of music. That man listens ac/dc, Slipknot, Korn, Metallica, Disturbed, etc. Trust me I know from person experience

Atsushi can purr.

Chuuya HATES white wine, you will NOT catch that man ever drinking it.

[petvampire]

The original drabble I was working on that started this whole Cluedo prompt thing into motion. 🤣 A little gift for @anything-thats-rock-and-roll who pointed out that I somehow haven’t written Cat King x Edwin x Monty together yet! (What are we calling these three as a ship, anyway?)

So here we have them, in the library, with the rope. 💖

NSFW

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Walking in on Monty tied up is not exactly how the Cat King envisioned his day going, but he’s certainly not complaining.

He’s rounded the corner into the expanded library of the Dead Boy Detectives’ office - with the influx of new volumes to their collection, the ghosts needed more space for their books. So the office has undergone some changes, a few mundane, a few magical. They occupy the whole top floor of the building now, and the library is its own room, to Edwin’s eternal delight. The change is recent enough that the ghost is often still found here just wandering, touching shelves and books with a proprietary sort of contentment. He’s very much in his element here, whether curled up to read in one of the heavy wingback chairs he picked out, or poring over the varied volumes to do research for a case.

Right now, he’s not doing either, but he’s still perfectly in his element. A length of silk rope dyed a stormy grey is held in his hands, half of it already wrapped around the crow in an elaborate web of knots. He’s frowning down at an open book laid out on the low table next to him, one with a diagram that he is presumably studying, trying to replicate.

Monty looks utterly calm and unruffled, even with his arms bound behind his back in a way that looks faintly uncomfortable. He’s still fully dressed, both of them are, which makes the scene a little less fun for Thomas - but then, it’s fairly clear at first glance that this isn’t some heated interlude he’s interrupting, but a bit of hands-on practice.

Still, both of them look surprised and just a hint flustered when he clears his throat, drawing their attention to him. Evidently they weren’t expecting anyone to walk in on this bit of… research.

“I’m guessing this isn’t for a case,” he drawls, amusement lacing his tone. A hint of pink crawls across Monty’s cheeks, but Edwin just raises a brow; he’s become much better at maintaining his composure.

“And how can you be certain of that?” His voice is as cool and crisp as ever, though there’s a hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Perhaps I’m attempting to find new ways to subdue potential threats.”

The shapeshifter’s eyes scan over the complex series of loops and knots, more decorative than functional, and he smirks. “Sweetheart, if you start tying up your clients, you’re going to end up with more business than you can handle.” He paces closer, trailing fingertips along the rope where it loops around Monty’s arms. The crow tilts his head, flashes him a teasing little smile, and Thomas can’t resist the urge to brush a quick kiss against his mouth.

He’s too fascinated by the rope to be distracted for long, though. Edwin has certainly got a knack for this sort of thing, those elegant hands deft with the elaborate ties. Thomas is more than a little amused to see that he’s been researching, practicing, since the first use of this particular skill set. He peers over the other’s shoulder to look at the diagram he seems to be trying to replicate, and grins.

“Looks like you’re only about halfway done,” he says almost conversationally to Edwin, running his fingertip up Monty’s spine, the back of his neck, feeling his crow shiver. “Want a hand?” He’s not offering to help with the rope, not really. There are more entertaining things to do than fuss over perfect knots, since he’s here.

The ghost presses his lips together, suppressing a laugh. Thomas is insatiable; he’s not the faintest bit surprised that the other wants to make what was simply a bit of an exercise in improving his skills into something more… salacious. “I suppose Monty is owed a reward for allowing me to practice on him.”

“Lucky me,” the crow murmurs with a smirk. He’s baiting the Cat King, all three of them know it, but the man rises to the occasion with pleasure.

He may not be as adept with rope as Edwin is, but he knows very well how to work with it once it’s on somebody. A tug on the ladder of strands lacing Monty’s arms behind his back forces him to arch, making a small sound low in his throat. “Maybe one of these days you’ll learn not to mouth off when someone’s being nice to you,” he drawls, but there’s no real reprimand in the words. They’re just an excuse to tease, to play.

A little more pressure in just the right places, and Monty is sinking to his knees, spine still arched, head tilted back. Edwin eyes him like an artist surveying a canvas, and kneels down beside him with the rest of the rope. It seems to take him little time to draw more loops and knots around the other’s limbs, wrists bound to ankles by another series of elaborate coils, forcing him to stay in that bent-back position. It would certainly be uncomfortable to remain in for too much time, but neither of them intends to keep him that way for long.

The crow’s eyes are slightly glazed now in a way they weren’t before, when Edwin was approaching the ropework in a far more clinical manner. The long, pale column of his neck is on display in this pose, and Thomas can’t help but take advantage. His mouth wanders lazily over that soft skin, biting and sucking sharp red marks here and there. Monty swallows any sound he might have made, but his pulse is rapid, the scent of arousal far too obvious to the shapeshifter to hide. Not that any of them are trying.

Edwin has pulled back after finishing the last tie, just… watching, but there’s a quiet hunger in his eyes. Thomas meets them and grins again, nuzzling against Monty’s throat. “You know, this really would look better on him naked,” he purrs.

“I was hoping to make sure I could execute this tie perfectly before using it properly,” the ghost shoots back, tart as ever. “But since you’ve decided to move up the timetable, perhaps you could oblige me.”

It’s all he has to say; Thomas flicks a hand, and Monty’s clothes have dissolved into nothing, the crow making a softly startled little noise. The ropes have just a little more slack without the barrier of fabric in the way, but not enough for him to so much as relax. No, he’s still well and truly bound, and now the center of both men’s focus.

The deep grey of the rope looks lovely against his skin, the forced arch of his back emphasizing the lean line of his body. Thomas slides away from him to stand and consider the view from all angles, before slipping an arm around Edwin’s waist. “Looks pretty perfect to me,” he murmurs teasingly into the ghost’s ear.

“You’re a bit biased.”

“Even so.” The teasing exchange cuts off as his mouth settles over Edwin’s, the kiss slow and heated. Thomas deliberately draws it out, knowing Monty is watching - knowing he can’t do anything but watch at the moment.

He can’t help but enjoy every opportunity he gets to tease one of his lovers with another, to play their desires off each other. It’s doubly delectable with Monty bound and practically helpless at their feet, though the hunger in his gaze is nearly palpable. Thomas can feel the heat of it like a hand brushing over his skin as he lazily unbuttons Edwin’s shirt, unknots his bow tie.

He hears Monty’s soft little groan when he finally gets the ghost at least partly undressed, the glimpses of skin beneath all those layers fanning the flames of desire. Thomas’ hands run up Edwin’s chest, and he laughs against his mouth, finally drawing back from the kiss, glancing at his crow.

“Of course, the problem is, he’s no damn use down there.” It elicits a dry laugh from the ghost, his gaze sliding over Monty in that slow, appreciative way.

“Perhaps not. He is rather fetching like this, though.” He bends, and now it’s his lips skimming over the crow’s neck, almost delicately kissing over the marks Thomas left behind as his hands are busy with the ropes. This time Monty moans in earnest, arching into the other even as the ropes go slack, urging more contact.

That, they’re both quite happy to give.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, since Edwin has left Monty’s arms as they are, firmly bound behind his back. But they get the crow back on his feet, then across the room to one of those fancy chairs the ghost likes so much. It takes more time than it should, largely because they’re distracted by touches, kisses, by shedding bits of clothing along the way. Still, since they eventually end up with Thomas settled in the chair, Monty in his lap, Edwin kneeling in front of him, no one is complaining in the slightest.

No one is doing anything resembling speaking anymore, in fact. Thomas is too busy devouring his crow’s mouth as Monty bounces on his cock, whimpering and groaning messily into the kiss. Edwin is too busy with Monty’s dick halfway down his throat, fingers digging into the other’s thighs when his movements grow too quick, too erratic. He’s as slow and methodical as he was with the rope, keeping the other on the edge but not letting him come.

At least, not until Thomas has, spilling himself into Monty’s ass with a guttural groan. Only then does Edwin apply himself fully, bringing the crow to orgasm in what certainly feels like record time.

He sits back on his heels with a smirk, primly wiping the back of his hand over his mouth. He’s still hard, but doesn’t seem to be paying attention to that fact at the moment as his eyes find Thomas’ again. The Cat King looks smug and pleased, but nowhere near sated - par for the course for him, really.

“Now, is that sufficient to keep you from distracting me from my practice for a little while?” Monty raises his head with a start, apparently surprised that Edwin is right back to business, but Thomas just laughs at the faint note of teasing in his ghost’s voice.

“Just how many diagrams did you find that you were going to talk Monty into letting you try out?”

Edwin’s smile is nowhere near innocent. “One hundred and seven.”

Both of them blink at him, astonished, and then Thomas bursts out laughing. Monty rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning. “When were you going to spring that on me?”

The ghost doesn’t reply, just smirks, and Thomas shakes his head. “Well, I think we’re going to be here for a while, then.”