#and for edwin's boots

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

I might have lost my mind over @tumblerislovetumblerislife 's sun and moon gods/cloud and star goddesses au - this is the result. (can’t see the stars for clouds - is the fic and it's awesome!)

The girls are just hundreds of sketches in my notebook for now but one day when exams aren't a thing I might draw them in color too! More sketches under the cut as well as additional notes about the fits:

It's the boys and Niko. And the spirits.

Charles is a literal sunshine here and I tried to show that. His laurels exude sunlight;

I took artistic libraries with the veil,,;

As they get closer to that eclipse ritual thing Edwin's veils get less heavy and more translucent-y; the hat's decorations are either jewels made into flowers or those flowers that only bloom at night

Niko's father faded and her hair darkened because of it; she got better with the help of Edwin and a pair of dead dandelion ghosts;

Charles gave Crystal some of his sunlight beams and she uses them when going to functions and official goddess business; they make for great David repellent as well - sharp and vicious as their burn;

Niko's hair gets braided with stardust and shines in blue, red and white when the light hits right;

Lightning earrings exist: Me: I have to learn how to draw lightning so fast

Charles is covered in gold because I could and his shirt is in sunrise gradient because it's thematic and cute;

Edwin's buttons are phases of the moon and his vest has an iridescent shine to it, there are also stars-dots on the veil;

Yes, I did put Edwin in bloomers, no, I'm not sorry;

Yes, I made Charles wear the Orpheus' scarf, no, I'm even less sorry.

[zeglou]

Me and the 0 other people who care about their negligible height difference bc I’m insane

[dykedvonte]

@gecko-in-a-can THIS ABSOLUTELY

Resentment is such a big part of Benny’s motives towards House, feeling he’s underserving to rule and shouldn’t have the right to keep the title of Vegas just because he claimed it first long ago. Say what you will, Benny puts the effort in, through honest and dishonest work albeit, but he puts in the effort. Not saying House didn’t but House had the luxury of having a lot of that effort done before the war and subordinates to do so after. House is untouchable, something everyone wants in the Mojave, if not for the power, but because of the security. House takes that for granted seeing how easy he thinks it is to buy people. Benny, a Mojave native, has to be irate about that seeing how he has seen the heights and slums of both lives.

Also with the AIs it’s so telling because in a lot of ways, Yes Man has more autonomy than House’s major personality securitrons. Yeah, Yes Man has to be helpful but he’s aware and able to be snarky and coy. Benny has an issue with not being listened to but that’s the only perimeter Yes Man needs to act on. He can’t condescend but lord you can tell when he wants to. House’s AIs serves specific and highly detailed functions but are confined to act in accordance. They are subservient to a T and are extensions of House while Yes Man really is a creation that adapts further, hence his desire for the assertive upgrade. Benny made something, or at least was okay with a helper, that can progress for itself. House made things that replicate or facilitate an era of the past and don’t hold the power to contest it.

[nekioka]

Seven is a lucky number - 2/5

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(Ramblings under the cut.)

Unlike in my doodle comics I decided to have Mr. House have only one expression, the one he has in-game. Let's see if it works! Of course I can "cheat" a bit, for example I can emphasize some part of the expression or I can obscure parts of it to make it appear to be different expression, etc.

This chunk of the story is based on these lines by Benny:

Said we'd been selected. Vegas needed us to defend it. In exchange, we'd get cushy digs, full stomachs, medical treatment.

Everything a nomad never gets, in other words. Most of the tribe thought we should say no. I thought it was the best idea ever.

Line about House taking "only" half of the profits is inspired by a street vendor on the Strip. This is what she says:

To vend anything here on the Strip, you got to register with one of those police robots and sign a franchisee agreement.

At the end of each day, you keep half of what you made. The rest, you hand over to those bots - and they know if you're cheating.

Firstly, I did it because it amused me. Secondly, I think it shows that at this point Benny is very naive about business dealings. If I ever make a sequel to this comic at some point Benny will probably complain about how unfair this deal actually was.

Btw, most background Boot Riders are truly just random designs but some are characters from other stories. For example:

Dutch van der Linde from Red Dead Redemption.

Hlaalu Helseth from The Elder Scrolls series.

It's fun to do things like this! Mostly for myself but also for keen-eyed viewers. Keep your eyes peeled for more in coming pages!

[grxtsch]

eddie jobson with fat grapple, 1972

[abstract-venus]

I like to think the Cat King was damn near shaking in his Gucci leather boots when Edwin made his first guess. Right out of the gate he was swinging “142”. The correct answer was literally 146 not counting himself. He took all that time setting up this elaborate cat and mouse seduction play only for the Edwardian twink to nearly chuck the game board out the window. He didn’t even give him the chance to make another guess before the bracelet fell off and Edwin still took the time to sassily beat him at his own game. “Not even close” he was WORRIED

[edwinspaynes]

WHAT 💀

For reference, this is the guy who wrote Lighthouse Leapers.

I don't LOVE this*, but I think it would have been a lot funnier visually than it just typed into one short Tweet. And probably would have been a massively minor plotline to boot.

*UPDATE I do love it on further contemplation actually solely because EDWIN MEETING ANOTHER HUMAN SACRIFICE AND ALSO HAVING HIS HO ERA

I'm glad Edwin would have been allowed to explore his sexuality and have his ho era. Good for him. It's what he deserves. (I'm also guessing "crush" is more like "attraction" than heart-eyes.) (Also, jealous!Charles, anyone?)

I hope this doesn't mean that Cryland went on for a long time, though.

Antonius cult and gay bar fight both sound fun to me. I don't love locker room scene unless it's a funny gag where the whole time he's like AAAAHHHHH but I think that's what it would be because that's what's in character, so.

I also think the real, deep appeal here is Edwin meeting another human sacrifice. I kind of love that, idk.

All in all, open to this assuming they pulled it off well, which I'm fairly confident they would have.

[khorazir]

Treated myself to another cameo, in which I enquire after Edwin’s dressed-up outfit, particularly the brown boots that are so difficult to see in the show – apparently, they have green laces to go with the green jumper (the attention to detail truly is amazing), the Payne crest on his notebook, and the ironing board as a makeshift desk. Also has some sleepy Raffy in the background.

[fear0phobia]

don't know if anyone else has pointed this out and obviously shoes aren't mutually exclusive to what style you wear, plus i'm no fashion expert etc etc but i think it's interesting that edwin and charles wear shoes that more or less match the others' style rather than their own.

edwin's boots look more like something charles would wear

and the shoes charles wear look more like something edwin would wear

might also be worth noting

the shoes charles died in vs the ones he manifests in (his current shoes)

(and edwin is wearing the same boots he's been wearing)

what does it mean? probably nothing. I just noticed it and went "aw cute :)"

[majorlb]

Nikos battle vest is pink. She made it herself after seeing Charles's and decided that she needed her own now.

Crystal wears platform boots on stage at all times, because once she saw a picture of herself next to Charles on stage and she looked so short next to him.

Charles responds to people who hate on the band for being a 'female' band with "Who am I?"

Edwin knows how to play the cello as well as piano. He just likes violin more.

Niko once gave herself a blackeye with her own drumstick.

Crystal once fell off stage.

Charles has ALSO fallen off stage, more than once though.

Edwin swears a LOT when learning new things to play if they don't go as he wants them too.

Niko is almost always a little late to practice, but she brings snacks so no one is annoyed by this.

Crystal mourns the days where she could have long nails, but only a little bit.

Charles has a backpiece that covers his scars.

Edwin escaped to music because it was a way to connect to his parents, who otherwise didn't have time for him.

Niko sometimes cry when playing because she gets overwhelmed by emotion. Sometimes it's joy. sometimes it's missing her dad. No one can really tell because she gets so sweaty.

Crystal was scared in the beginning to get on stage in case David found her. But as the band grew bigger and the security tighter, she fears it less and less.

Charles might've flirted with Edwin first, both times they met. But Edwin is the one who said 'I love you' first, causing them to actually start to date. (Charles couldn't say it first. He was too scared to be rejected)

When Niko kisses Crystal the first time, they both panic because what if it doesn't last and the band breaks up?! (they don't need to worry. this is meant to last)

[ifureadthisitsurfault]

i think about the opening theme of dead boy detectives so often, but today i noticed that the skeleton on the left is wearing edwin's shoes, meaning that edwin is wearing charles's chain. Or, charles is wearing edwin's boots, as the blue stripes on the skeleton to the right reminds me of edwin's scar when he is in hell. dead boy detectives has sooo many details my brain feels so big and wrinkly ugh i love the cgi skeletons of edwin and charles

[nekioka]

I've mentioned a couple of times now that I'm writing FNV fanfic but I haven't mentioned my plan to force my brother to read it. He hasn't played FNV so I made a separate info document that should help him understand what's going on in the story. That document includes character introductions and for some reason I thought that it would be a great idea to draw a picture of every single character that appears in the story. Here's just some of the most important characters, further ramblings about them under the cut.

Yes Man - The best boy! Georgia may be loyal to House but she just couldn’t bring herself to destroy Yes Man. Instead she hid him in her apartment in Novac where he has been for years all alone. Don’t worry, he’s totally fine with it (:

Bingo - The previous leader of Boot Riders. He challenged Benny to a duel, which didn’t go well for Bingo. He might be dead but his legacy still lingers. In ‘All Roads’ comic there was one panel that showed what Boot Riders looked like so I based Bingo’s clothing on that panel combined with some of my own ideas.

Robert House - For once I wanted to draw him wearing something other than a suit. He’s interesting character because even though the fic revolves so much around him and other characters quostioning his decisions and actions I try to make him appear only rarely in-person.

Swank - It's hard to see but he holds jack of diamonds, the same card FNV collector's edition card deck assigned to him. While Benny was away Swank acted as temporal leader of Chairmen. Honestly he feels like even before that he was the one who actually run the place.

Benny - You all know him, he's one of the main characters! If Chairmen knew even half of the things he has done they would hate him. So he didn’t tell them any of the shady things he did. And to his bafflement he slowly realized that the only person he can be honest to is Georgia.

Georgia Well - Courier Six! The other main character! She may be widely admired around Mojave but she only lets very few people get to know the real her. And she absolutely latches onto those people. Unfortunately when she sided with House that caused domino effect that eventually caused her closest friends, Arcade and Boone, to leave her. So all she had left was House. Then Benny returned

Jane - In my version Jane was an actress who also happened to be literal rocket scientist. People tended to focus on former part of her identity while House became enamored with her because of the latter part.

Emily Ortal - In my fic Emily has become the new regional administrator of Followers of the Apocalypse. I like Julie Farkas but there were already too many characters and the story worked better if Emily had that role.

Dorothy de Struction - an OC. Some FNV characters are based on historical figures, for example House on Howard Hughes and Benny on Benjamin Siegel, and Dorothy is based on countess Dorothy Di Frasso. And if you know anything about the relationship between her and Siegel you can guess what kind of relationship this Dorothy has with Benny.

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (1)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 800

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

PART 1 ✧˖°.

"Promise me.”

"Hope I,-"

"Promise Dream."

"I promise." 

The Dream Lord stiffened in his seat as he banished away his thoughts to the darkest chambers of his mind, afraid they would return otherwise. But they still did, every time. The colours swirling in the glass pane that framed his throne cast vibrant hues of light on his poised face, accentuating his features that were sharp enough to cut skin. Promise Dream, the words came back as a whisper, evoking a chill on his neck that travelled through his spine. He shut his eyes willing his mind to quiet, trying to-

"My lord." Lucienne's welcoming voice pulled him to the present. 

"You have a visitor," she announced. 

Morpheus raised an eyebrow imperceptibly at his failure to come up with someone who might visit his realm, especially when he was not expecting anyone. 

"Little brother,”

The voice was accompanied by a woman with black curls and a skin that glowed before the light from the glass pane even touched her. 

"Death," Morpheus stated, bewilderment tucked somewhere in his tone. After all, he hadn't expected to meet her again so soon. 

"How are you?" She asked.

"I am truly well sister, what brings you here?"

Death knew how much truth his ‘truly well’ held but let it pass for the moment. "Lucienne would you please excuse us for a minute?" 

"Ofcourse my lady.” She dipped her head and pursued the command, closing the colossal doors behind her. 

"Something...something has happened.” Death wasted no time in speaking.  

This time Dream did not try to hide the raise in his eyebrow. "Whatever do you mean?" His calm voice floated through the room. 

"Dream,”

Before she could follow the sentence, turmoil had already begun growing within him, Death was using his name only to soften the blow. 

"It's here."

“Bloody hell, that was one hell of a case!” Charles exclaimed as he shut the door behind you three. 

“Charles you know Edwin suffers from serious ptsd please stop using hell so much around him. It’s not like the British lack in creative curses,” you reprimanded him as you shrugged your jacket off, draping it over the couch. 

“Haha you’re hilarious,” Edwin stated monotonically while Charles started chanting ‘hell’ in the background just to spite the both of you. 

“Thanks hon,” you winked. “And Charles shut that hole up or if the ghost didn’t get you I surely will.”

“Hell hell hell hell hell- ow what was that for?” 

You grinned in delight as your boot contacted with his abdomen, “for being annoying.” 

Another “ow” escaped Charles as he sent glaring looks at you. “And that?” 

“For being you,” you beamed, devoid of both your boots now.

Your smile was quickly wiped off your face as Charles began his incantation right in your face. 

“Get away from me!” You groaned flailing your hands to push his bloodied face away. 

“Okay now I don’t know about you both but I for one am seriously tired after the events that have transpired during the day. So if you will excuse me and please take whatever this is,” Edwin gestured at the both of you with a foul expression, “somewhere else because I need to rest.” 

“Hell hell hell,” Charles resumed being annoying as if nothing had happened. 

“I swear if even a droplet of that ghost’s blood drops on my t-shirt I will fucking kill you. Again.” 

“Hell hell- you love me too much for that-hell hell-”

“Yeah? Go on and find out- NO!” You let out a scream that would have for sure woken up your neighbours if you had any, being a secretive ghost agency and what not. 

“You bitch! That was my favourite t-shirt!” You looked down at the once white fabric now bearing an impression of Charles' right profile in blood.

“I know.” He had the audacity to smirk at that. 

You went for his throat, fully determined to give truth to your previous threat when Edwin pulled you from him. 

"Enough! Both of you!” 

Charles and you stared at each other, your ears still hot with fury.

“Charles go wash up that face please! And Hazel you need sleep, unlike us, so go retire to your bedroom.” 

“Like you can just order us around,” you rolled your eyes. 

But Edwin’s one look in your way got you scrambling for your jacket. 

“Yes boss.” Charles made his way to the bathroom. 

“Goodnight Edwin, fuck you Charles.” And you departed with your wishes.

You sighed as you switched on the lights in your room, and plopped down on the single bed. Not even mustering up the courage to change into your night clothes, you let sleep engulf you and entered the world of dreaming. 

A/N: hello peeps this story is set post the events of the sandman show and i haven’t read the comics so you will have to bear with the inconsistencies and the like. if i mess up real bad pls do let me know<3

SERIES MASTERLIST ✧˖°.

[ahyperactivehero]

If you're still feeling DBD drabbles I'd love some post-canon Edwin and Crystal bonding (making fun of celebrities together? studying magic? comparing rich neglectful parents?)

I love a good Edwin and Crystal bonding moment! I hope that if we ever get season 2 we get to see more of them bickering and bonding. Because these two remind me of me and my sibling so strongly it almost hurts <3

(reminder that i am taking election night drabbles, although i can't promise they'll be posted tonight. i'm working on as many as i can, but it is getting late! i'll likely finish most of them tomorrow unfortunately)

Drabble 2 

Crystal and Edwin were at war. Or at least, that’s what Crystal would have labeled themselves as. According to Charles this was simply, ‘Edwin when he likes you,’ which Crystal wanted to be judgemental about, but she had her memories back and she could remember what a menace she’d been to people she liked.

“It is not hard, Crystal,” Edwin stressed, leaning heavily on to the desk in front of him. At some point in time he had abandoned his coat and jacket and rolled his sleeves up in what had to be the most laid back outfit Crystal had ever seen him in.

Yet there was nothing relaxed about Edwin. She’d never known him to be a particularly relaxed person, but there was a strange undercurrent of stress that was running through him that she was pretty sure wasn’t always there.

She sighed again for what must have been the millionth time and dropped her phone onto the couch next to her. It’s not like anyone she actually liked contacted her that way. In fact, she’d been arguing with her mom the last time someone had actually reached out to her, which had only resulted in Crystal storming out of the house and crashing in the agency’s office for a few days.

Which brought them to where they were now. Edwin tapped the book in front of him, looking for all the world like a young teaching assistant annoyed with his students. “If you would simply try, I know you cou-”

Violently, she shoved herself up off of the couch. Her feet banged against the floor, almost loud enough to rattle the windows, and for once she was glad Charles wasn’t here. She didn’t want him to see her like this.

“I have tried, Edwin! I’ve tried, okay! Have you ever tried shutting up?!” she asked before throwing herself back down onto the couch, her back turned towards the world as if that might somehow block out the ghost.

One of Crystal’s favorite and least favorite things about Edwin was that he never seemed to be dissuaded by her poor attitude. Sometimes, it even seemed to encourage him. “If you had actually tried, you would have cast the spell,” Edwin said. There was no heat to his voice, not even an ounce of actual anger to him– even though Crystal was sure he was pissed.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe if she did that she’d be able to block out Edwin’s voice and the tears at the same time. “I did try,” she said, all of the fire in her voice having faded until it sounded broken and sad.

The sound of soft footsteps filled the room. Edwin’s familiar sounding boots shuffled against the floor until he reached the couch and seemed to hover there for a moment. 

“Ah,” he said. “I see.”

And Crystal wasn’t sure what he meant until she rolled over and saw him looking at her phone. 

“You are fighting with your parents,” he said.

“So what?” she asked and snatched her phone out of his hands.

“So, magic, especially one as instinctual and ingrained as yours, is highly influenced by your emotions.” Crystal glared up at him from the corner of her eye, which forced him to hold his hands up in defense. “Not because you are a woman, or whatever else it is you might be thinking I meant. Just because magic works that way.”

They needed a new couch. She poked at a hole that had long since been worn into the cushion and pulled out a bit of stuffing before sticking it back inside. “So I’m just going to keep fucking it up?” she asked.

Edwin sat down on the floor with his back to the couch. It was almost easier to talk this way, the two of them back to back. At least then she didn’t have to see his judgmental face, and he wouldn’t have to see her cry.

Not that she was crying, of course.

“No,” Edwin said quietly. “You will not keep ‘fucking it up.’ Although it will likely take time for you to get used to doing magic with such intentions, not just relying on your instincts to guide you.”

She pulled another thing of stuffing out before shoving it back in. “What’s so wrong with instincts?” Her ancestors had done fantastically for her so far.

Edwin shuffled, but she couldn’t figure out what he had done. “Nothing. Instincts are, as Charles would say, brills. They help keep you alive and safe and have been developed for exactly that reason.”  He shifted again, and this time Crystal could feel him fully leaning back against the couch, and the goosebumps that a ghost in too close proximity caused raised along her skin. 

“But what happens if you can’t trust your instincts? What if something has changed or been manipulated and you can’t trust them?” he asked.

And Crystal knew they were talking about something heavy, something that Edwin would definitely rather not talk about with her. But here he was, talking about it with her just the same.

“You mean Hell?” she asked. She rolled over just enough to get a peek at the top of Edwin’s head. Even though she could see very little of him, she could tell that he was nervous and that made her nervous.

“Not strictly speaking of Hell. There are plenty of supernatural beings with the ability to manipulate you or your senses for their own gains.” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes barely catching hers. “But yes, I was referring to demons like David.”

Her nails had already been bitten down to the quick, but she chewed on them anyways. Buzzes shook the couch as more texts from her mom chimed in, likely just another rant about what an awful child she was and how she was making everything so difficult for them.

“They’re just saying those things because they feel like they are failing as parents,” Edwin said. He’d turned back away, his eyes staring into the closet as if it offered something particularly interesting inside. “And while that might be true, that does not mean that you are a failure.”

She snorted. “Oh yeah,” she said. “What do you know about it?”

Edwin’s sharp green eyes turned towards her before quickly cutting away. “You are hardly the only one to grow up with rich, neglectful parents,” Edwin said. “Why do you think I was sent away to school in the first place?”

Any and all fight she had had in her died. Fighting with Edwin was supposed to be fun and sharp and quick– it didn’t seem fair to fight him when he was being so honest.

A forced smile spread across her face as she reached out and bumped him with her hand. “Shoulda known you had rich parents,” she said. “Look at how you talk.”

Edwin furrowed his brow. “Everyone at school spoke the way I do.”

“Exactly.”

They sat in silence for a while before Crystal sighed and held out her hand. “Gimme the book,” she said. Which Edwin gracefully did.

The original language was too hard for Crystal to read, but Edwin had written it down in English and then wrote it out phonetically below that. It wasn’t very long, nor was it anything special, just a minor illusion spell. It wouldn’t be enough to trick anyone, or save her from a demon, but it was definitely a start. 

“Charles will be happy you’re trying again,” Edwin said as she ran her hands over the pages. 

“Oh yeah?” she asked. Was that a B or a D? Edwin’s handwriting was so nice it was almost hard to read.

“He takes his job very seriously as the brawn,” Edwin said, as if she needed to be told that. “But it makes him happy to know that you or I could defend ourselves with spells if we had to.”

Once again she snorted. “But you never do,” she said. “And I don’t see how this little spell is supposed to help.”

Edwin nodded. “Never need to. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to in return. Besides, this was one of the first spells I ever learned, and it's a great base to build on.”

And maybe that was a better way of looking at it. Not just defending herself or learning magic that some old, dead person other than Edwin had created when she could just use her own ancestral abilities. No, this was just another way to protect not only herself but the people she had come to love. 

Plus, wouldn’t it be nice to have a base spell that she could work on? If she could master this, maybe she could use some elements from it in her family's own magic.

Slowly, she read the words out as she tried to picture what she wanted to show Edwin. It wouldn’t be perfect, she was sure of that, but God if she wasn’t going to make this time work.

Purple petals and leaves filled the air as the image of the tree inside herself appeared in her palm. It was shaky, the picture almost glitchy and waving before reappearing slightly less detailed than before. It was as if someone had roughly sketched what was inside her without any special art talent.

But dammit, that was her tree, and she had cast it.

“It’s beautiful,” Edwin said. His eyes were wide, and he leaned in. Petals settled over him for a moment before passing through him on the way to the ground. She wondered if that was a ghost thing or a magic thing. 

“This is me,” she said. 

Edwin glanced at her before turning back to the tree. “Your ancestors’ tree,” he said, finally understanding. “I can only imagine how amazing it is in person.”

Pride she hadn’t expected to feel flooded her, filling her tree with even more light until it nearly blinded the two of them. Edwin folded her hands closed, shutting off the spell as they blinked spots from their vision.

She smiled sheepishly and he grinned back at her, one of the first true smiles she thought she had ever seen on his face. 

“We’ll work on that,” he said.

And they would.

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

Queue Interview with the Dead Boy Detectives Cast 👻🔎

This is going to be a long post! (These are my favourite parts from the interview!)

George Rexstrew as Edwin Payne

Acting Inspiration

Oh, gosh. Well there are so many. Meryl Streep, obviously. Viola Davis, obviously. More recently, I was blown away by Enzo Vogrincic in Society of the Snow. And Eden Dambrine in Close.

Cast Camaraderie

I loved working with all my co-stars. I’m practically related to Jayden [Revri] and Kassius [Nelson] at this point. Yuyu [Kitamura] is a dream. Jenn [Lyon] is mother hen. Bri[ana Cuoco] is the cool older sister. Josh[ua Colley] is the cheeky cousin. Ruth [Connell] is the godmother who gives you a card and £20 for your birthday. It really is one big happy dysfunctional family. I’m grateful for all of them, on and off camera.

Jayden Revri as Charles Rowland

Dressing The Part

These heads of departments, and Monique and Kelli, [they’re] unbelievable. They were so collaborative. We went through different hairstyles and different things we could do with the makeup. We added a bit of eyeliner for [Charles] just to make it feel more 80s. And then Kelli, I mean, it was like she did her research on me. She added badges to the jacket which kind of represented me as Jayden, before I even got there. It wasn’t until I got the haircut, put the makeup on, put the costume on, and I was like, Okay, this is Charles.

Cast Camaraderie.

The vibe was just incredible. Me and George, we really wanted to set the tone for the series and make sure that everyone’s having fun and it’s an environment where we could all talk about how we’re feeling. We were just such a big support blanket for each other. If there was ever a time that somebody needed space, or they wanted to prep themselves for a certain scene they were going to film, we all respected that and we were each other’s cheerleaders the whole entire time. And it’s still the same to this day now. I think it really shows when you watch the series that we all knew what we were making and we wanted to make something that we would want to watch, which we’ve all done. I cannot shout out my castmates enough. Forever grateful.

Kassius Nelson as Crystal Palace

Acting Inspiration

I watched a lot of animation. I used to watch the Addams Family, the black-and-white one, because I didn’t have Disney Channel or anything. Monk, Murder She Wrote, I was watching those things, so maybe I was actually destined to play a detective, now that I’m thinking about it. I watched a lot of cartoons and animations. I just liked the idea that I could be engrossed in another world. And I always wanted to know what happened next, or when the film finished, I would be like, “Okay, but then what? What happens after that?” And now I get to be part of that question or that answer (...).

Dressing the Part

We have a fantastic costume designer, Kelli Dunsmore. I always say that she literally wove the story into the fabric of the clothes, because there are things that she foreshadowed in the clothing that happened episodes later. Or, if characters start to get in some sort of relationship with each other, that will be reflected in the clothes that they wear or the colors that they have. Or, if they’re feeling any type of emotion, (...)l. Crystal wears these massive platform boots that must be about four or five inches. They’re huge, very heavy, but it’s funny because they change the way that you walk. (...) She’s not very light, which makes sense with the things that she’s going through and the experiences that she’s having. Practically, it helped, because Jayden and George are like six-foot-something. So, if I film a scene and I’m at the bottom of the lens and they’re up there, that helped. I’ve got a good couple inches on my feet.

Yuyu Kitamura as Niko Sasaki

Acting Inspiration

Sandra Oh is a woman that I will forever be indebted to because who she was on Grey’s Anatomy was so formative for me. The most interesting thing about her character was not that she was Asian, but that she was such a fully fleshed person with flaws and amazing qualities. And her work ever since I think has been iconic, so she’s a woman that I deeply look up to.

Landing the role in Dead Boy Detectives

I auditioned from Hong Kong and my dad was my reader because all of my acting friends were in New York. My dad was able to carve out time and be an amazing reader. And in that audition side, it’s the scene where Niko gets to see the “Dead Boys” for the first time, and there’s a line in there that was something along the lines of me talking to Edwin and asking, “Do you two make out with each other?” And my dad stopped the tape and he was like, “What are you reading for?” And I was like, “Don’t give me notes, it’s fine!” And so that was the audition process! I think within a month I found out I got the part and it’s been an absolute dream ever since.

Dressing the Part

(...) I think on paper Niko can seem like a certain type of character, but even in the choice of every costume we did, every color that she wears, every meticulous little piece about everything from her nails to her room, it’s so well curated and thought out. Through her journey, we also find that she’s a woman that wears what she feels. On the surface, she might seem like the most joyful, young, optimistic girl, but it’s the inner confidence and bravery where we find that she’s layered, and she is very much a young woman coming of age.

SOURCE: MEET THE REAL DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (AND FRIENDS)

[popodoki]

Have some random Catwin fluff, spurred on by the most random thought that maybe the Cat King's magic could/would prevent Edwin from phasing/being able to. And how he probably wouldn't mind x

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“I am slightly more than five foot, thank you very much.” The Cat King snipes testily, in a deluge of sarcasm, as he sheds his jacket with rough tugs of his hands instead of a snap of his fingers, a testament to his ire. 

“Five foot one and a few centimeters, when you’re bristling.” Edwin replies, not bothering to look up from his notebook, nor pausing in his writing.  

When his lover kicks his combat boots off, one by one, sending the second of the pair flying through the room in arc among his hissed rumbles, Edwin merely tuts, and ignores the answering glare. 

When the bed dips under his lover’s weight, Edwin silently lifts his arms, allowing the Cat King to drape himself along his front, any further complaints muffled by the fabric of his shirt, but no less vocalized, as his lover buries his face in Edwin’s chest. 

And when the soft fur of the Cat King’s tail brushes against his leg, Edwin lifts it just enough for the dexterous limb to curl around, and his hands smooth down his lover’s back and back up his spine in practiced motions. 

Slowly, the weight on Edwin’s front increases. Slowly, his lover relaxes. Slowly, the Cat King’s face nudges up, up, up Edwin’s chest, until he can nuzzle into the bend of Edwin’s shoulder. 

“You have an escape plan?” he mumbles against Edwin’s neck. 

“Hm?” is Edwin’s most eloquent reply. 

“For getting out from under me, when I fall asleep on you.” 

Edwin laughs, stretching out his legs, sliding his fingers over his lover's shoulders. 

Edwin picks up his notebook and resumes his writing.