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dead boy detectives trending again?? in our pride month?? more likely than you think

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something about tragic mick and monty being forsaken by their "guardian" type figures in a way. this feels like an endless curse to mick. but being left behind after esther is gone is freedom for monty. I feel like a kind of guardianship/mentorship forming between monty and mick would be interesting. I think they could help each other maybe

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“I’m gay” “I’m straight” “I’m trans”

Ok and I’m alive??? I’m alive??? I am so alive??? And I feed on the fear that’s behind your eyes??? And I need you to need me it’s no surprise??? I’m alive??? So alive??? I’m alive???

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MR BOB NETFLICK IS SENDING ME TO THE STRATOSPHERE I AM DEAD AS FUCK

STREAM DEAD BOY DETECTIVES ON NETFLIX

you know i've been around the block of cancelled series but the one i've realized i miss the most is dead boy detectives. like. it was just the PROLOGUE. I MISS THEM. THERE WAS SO MUCH MORE LEFT. YOU SHOT A TODDLER MR BOB NETFLICK

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tumblr is like a pseudo afterlife because everyone on here was supposed to kill themselves a long time ago

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i love being in extracurriculars in university

yes i'm close with these 11 specific people

could i tell you what their majors are? no

however if you wanted to know about the enigma machine, naming practices for new discoveries in space, how to effectively train dogs, or a book bound in human skin, i know EXACTLY who to point you to

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one could say this is poetic. riveting even.

she does something to my penis until i react appropriately

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Crystal snorts at Charles. “Yeah, well, you would say that, you’re a jock.”

Charles’s head tilts to the side. “Jock? Why - oh, ‘cause of the cricket bat? Nah, mate, that’s just a convenient blunt object. Never played a sport in my life, ‘cept a bit of pickup footie. I was a nerd,” he turns to grin at his partner, “like Edwin.”

Edwin raises an eyebrow. “I’ll have you know that at the time of my death, thanks to my skill at fencing I had earned the most athletic trophies of any individual at St. Hilarion’s.”

Crystal stares at them both and struggles to readjust her entire worldview.

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she does something to my penis until i react appropriately

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Every queer person dresses like at least one dead boy detectives character and I will stand by that

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she fly on my broomstick till i’m defying gravity

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Edwin and Charles getting held captive, and their captor hitting Edwin with a torturing hex. Edwin knows Charles will immediately tell their captor what she wants to know if Edwin looks like he’s in too much pain, so he just… locks it down. Continues talking to their captor as though nothing has happened, voice doesn’t even waver.

So she hits him with the hex again. And again.

Nothing. Not a twitch.

Charles gloats to her - such an incompetent warlock she can’t even cast a little hex! Which results in her adding in a different torturing hex, which frightens Charles for a moment, until he sees that Edwin is still utterly unbothered; he looks blankly bored, if anything.

Eventually Charles’s taunting draws her close enough to him that he’s able to wrap his manacles around her neck and choke her, and once she’s unconscious, it’s a pretty simple matter to get out of said manacles. And all’s fine and dandy, until Edwin says, in a voice that’s strangely distant and floaty, “Charles, could you hand me Agonizing Invocations, please?”

“What do you need that one for, mate? She’s already out. Planning on trying to torture her back? I mean, I’m not saying I’d stop you, but…”

And then he looks back up at Edwin, and Edwin looks distant and floaty, now.

He spends about 30 seconds patting Edwin down frantically, and then about 30 seconds putting together information he doesn’t like, and then shrieks Edwin’s name loud enough to make up for all the screaming Edwin isn’t doing.

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sorry for dying i’m moving into my college dorm in two days so i haven’t been active on here

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I put the entire Jürgen Leitner rant on AM from I have no mouth and I must scream

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do edwin and charles have rooms in the office? could they have them? if they do, will we ever see them? do they maybe exist? am i tweaking? the world will never know

if edwin and charles had their own rooms- i would assume them to be directly next to each other, if not right across the hall from each other. or if you think they would share a room, think that. but for the sake of this query of mine, i’m choosing split-rooms for the boys.

for charles’ room, i would expect rock posters all around the walls, plastered across every surface he could get them on. I think he would have a window right across from the door, and it would be in the middle of his wall. his bed would be to the right of the window, with a desk and a bookshelf to the left. the shelves are full of old music and old media and artifacts. that’s his memory shelf, in a way. he has all kinds of trinkets from cases with edwin on it. as well as things from his time.

the desk has notes from cases and some random things on it; a note-pad, a magnifying glass, pins of different interests, and some books he had borrowed from edwin to read. next to the desk, closer to the door, charles had a mirror, and then closest to the door a chest to keep random clothes and items in that he didn’t need constant access to.

across from all of this, charles had a guitar leaned against the wall and an amp next to it. the guitar was a deep purple color and the amp a deep charcoal. sometimes he played when he couldn’t get himself to sleep.

overall his room is pretty clean- though charles does sometimes let it get rather messy. he’s been getting better at cleaning it though.

in edwin’s room, he also has a window. his bedroom mirrors charles’. he has a window in the same spot charles does, but if the room was flipped. his bed is instead situated against the back wall, with the feet end of the bed almost underneath the window. by the foot of the bed there was a chest full of his clothes. on the right side of the room there is a desk that is piled multiple layers high with books and papers. there are sheets of paper scattered all around the room and the desk. straight across from the desk on the left side, there is an extra wide bookshelf, full of rather thick, leather-bound volumes. One shelf is strictly artifacts, in which some emit light and some a dull, quiet sound. some just sit in a jar.

on the floor, edwin had a dark blue rug, atop which sat a small table on the left side of the room. a phonograph sat atop the wooden table. even on this table sat papers and different volumes of information. edwin’s room was constantly the more cluttered one, and he plainly refused to let crystal see it until they were back home for almost two months.