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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.
#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#crystal palace#niko sasaki#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detective fanart#dbd#dbd fanart#my art#the whole sunshine around Charles's face took a year#also am now sad that I can't do the same with edwin without makingbit obvious that his skin exudes light#it does#he is the source of light and why the veil is like that#he shines like a diamond~#they both doo~#honorable mention for charles's pants#and for edwin's boots#his pantss#he was supposed to have a cravat but I can't draw cravats#so now he has a boring bowtie that matches his gloves#crystal hair is my favorite thing to sketch mostly because that how I draw curls just less pronounced#niko has a star power that is the parasite thing but hers#the reason why charles proportions are a bit off is I took a pic of my tall brother to use as a reference and i was sitting while doing tha#he was wearing a wrist watch which is why i gave charles his bangles#that and youtube can't stop showing me people finding bangles in trifft bags#i am master at profile drawings; the moment I try to draw 3/4 my abilities fail spectacularly -takes twice as long#sun and moon au#star and cloud au#payneland
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honestly did not expect edwin to have that much game. that silly little british twink was really pulling everyone, huh.
#cannot believe a silly little dead gay boy had that much swag#his rubber boots and schoolboy uniform really messed w peoples heads#*seductively* ive been in hell for 70 years#edwin paine#dead boy detective agency#dead boy detectives#edwin payne
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@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.
#for all the focus on Vegas Vegas itself in the game is not discussed enough#like I want to know more about the families relationships with each other#how Tommy and swank really feel#a meeting with all the heads of the casinos must be a major cat fight let’s talk about how like fiends are just right outside????#but let’s talk about the favoritism house has to the tops and how the other families must resent that only for the chairmen to be like#these high strung former warrior nomads cause they got big brother right on their asses cause boss man is his special boy#like no one but swank and the chairmen really complain about house in the strip so the chairmen have to have a unique perspective#but back to Benny and house it’s like a weird you owe me thing where house 100 believe Benny and the chairmen are beyond grateful and are#down to do whatever he says cause it’s like he controls your basic needs now and the culture of the boot riders is one of pride and honor#and by extension helping your own and houses capitalist ideology is alien and isolating to them socially#that it would be an insult because their relationship is already mutually beneficial and now your taking so much more that they are now#getting less than what house is giving#enough tag talking I should focus on another post but first i need to brainstorm#fallout new vegas#fallout#benny gecko#robert edwin house#mr house fnv#Benny fnv#rebloggin#gecko-in-a-can
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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!
#fallout new vegas#fallout#fnv#benny fnv#benny fallout#benny gecko#mr house#robert edwin house#robert house#Bingo the Boot Rider#And appearing on the background:#swank fnv#tommy torini#singer fnv#securitron
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eddie jobson with fat grapple, 1972
#i adore photos of edwin with his long hair#hes so silly#eddie jobson#fat grapple#prog rock#classic rock#70s#edwin my beloved#also his BOOTS#style icon#also also the fact that he had to stand on top of the seat to be taller#💀💀
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Charles is wearing shoes here but it would maybe give him an inch. Charles would still be taller.
WHY DOES EDWIN ALWAYS LOOK TALLER IF CHARLES IS LIKE 6'1 AND EDWINS LIKE 5'10 I THINK. THE MATH ISN'T MATHING.
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#prev >#it’s the boots but i think more importantly it’s his posture#his posture is ballerina-level straight (unlike him) which makes a huge difference in how tall a person looks
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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
#Catwin#I’m Payneland shipper through and through but honestly I can see it#who else is gonna match his freak#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#the cat king#dead boy detective agency
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since edwin is very closed off, except for when he’s with his best friend, charles, costume designer kelli dunsmore reflected his buttoned-up mentality through his bespoke suit, complete with bowtie and collar. edwin’s outfit, along with charles’ period garb, were designed to help them stand out more in modern day port townsend. “i knew edwin would, because no one dresses like that now,” says dunsmore.
dunsmore wanted everything about charles to feel “a little bit cool and underground,” from his union jack and the who bull’s-eye patches to his checkerboard pins. his little cross earring and chain on the outside of his shirt are also meant to be homages to the ’80s.
in the show, crystal’s hero color is purple, which you’ll notice in her velvet coat and long silk letterman jacket, which dunsmore thought of as a psychic cloak with hand-embroidered patches, including the wilting rose of england.
her brown trench coat represents an explosion of everything going on in her mind. dunsmore decided the scribbled words and drawings are a result of crystal writing all over it to express her inner turmoil. there are even lyrics on there from the song she’s listening to on the tube when she meets the dead boys.
david’s connection with crystal seeps into her wardrobe, too. since david wears a flower shirt, dunsmore’s team hand-painted flowers onto crystal’s black boots. and niko is wearing a dark sweater with flowers on it when we first meet her, as an homage to crystal. the costume department also drew the same rune pattern the dead boys use to exorcise david in episode 1 onto crystal’s trench coat and on the tab of her wool bomber jacket. “so she’s always got some sort of protection,” says dunmore.
every color niko wears is inspired by what’s happening in that episode, from the green post-sprite exodus to blue when she’s feeling sad. niko only wears a white look, with nods to her japanese heritage, in the finale as a reset. the charms on her obi belt represent the colors she’s worn all season.
night nurse is someone who’s in control all the time and likes things to be in their proper place. dunsmore looked to vivienne westwood for inspiration, since everything in night nurse’s world is a bit exaggerated. (by the way, niko’s orange monochromatic look is a nod to her scenes with night nurse and night nurse’s red hair.)
since david is a demon, he finds a london boy that looks cool enough for crystal to find attractive. that meant dunsmore dressing him in a shearling jacket you’d find in “all the guy ritchie movies,” black pants and creeper shoes. the costumer’s mood board for “david the d” featured radiohead and amy winehouse and her husband blake, who often wore hats similar to the one you see david wearing in the show.
pay close attention to monty’s leather jacket and you just might spot an inlaid crow feather or two.
it’s not only esther who wears clothes with a gilt, old-gold color — cat king and night nurse also do as a nod to their villainy. (esther and cat king also have similar fur coats.) amidst her beauty, dunsmore wanted esther to be a little rough around the edges. she wears a cuff around her hand that’s adorned with a snake and a ring with teeth all around it to represent the teeth she’s collecting from all the little girls. her eye necklace is meant to be her witch pendant.
mischievous as ever, cat king has (cat) eyes everywhere and is aware of edwin’s affection for charles. so he wears charles’ socks the first time he meets edwin.
#well this is a very long post with an analysis of each character's costumes#charles rowland#dead boy detectives#edwin paine#edwin payne#niko sasaki#crystal palace#monty the crow#esther finch#night nurse#george rexstrew#jayden revri#payneland#painland
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Edwin always pivots and walks like he's about to slay the boots house down, he's so so important to me
#he's way too polite to bite people but he is thinking it and he will let you know#edwin paine#edwin payne#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives netflix#the sandman universe#the sandman#george rexstrew thank you for bringing him to life (haha get it) he's perfect#george rexstrew#newt rambles
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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 :)"
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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
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#edwin paine#charles rowland#dead boy detectives agency#dbdshow#crystal palace#niko sasaki
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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.
#fnv#fallout#fallout new vegas#yes man fnv#Bingo the Boot Rider#mr house#robert edwin house#robert house#swank fnv#benny fallout#benny fnv#benny gecko#courier 6#georgia well#jane fnv#emily ortal#dorothy de struction
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✧˖°. 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 ✧˖°.
#dead boy detectives fanfiction#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives imagines#dead boy detectives fanfics#dead boy detectives x reader#dead boy detectives x you#charles rowland#edwin payne#charles rowland/edwin payne#charles rowland x edwin payne#charles rowland/ reader#charles rowland x reader#edwin payne/ reader#edwin payne x reader#the sandman#the sandman fanfiction#the sandman x reader#the sandman x you#dream of the endless fanfiction#dream of the endless fanfics#dream of the endless#dream of the endless/reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless x you#dream x reader#dream x you#morpheus x reader#fanfiction
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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.
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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.
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Random Satisfying & Clever Moments Of Audio From Dead Boy Detectives - Part 3
There's a few moments in DBD that utilize audio really well, or use sounds that always stick out to me while watching, and these are some of those moments!
This is another really fast fun one, but I can't help but grin whenever I see it!
Ep. 8 - The Case of the Hungry Snake: Charles and Edwin turning their heads to look at each other, then back at the box in sync with the background music.
It's come to my attention over the last year that there is a massive amount of casual viewers of television and film that don't actually notice or recognize stuff like this. The music goes right over their heads.
I played the violin for years, have a deep love for musicals, and get chills from listening to certain film scores (How To Train Your Dragon, I'm looking at you). To me, I can't not notice it. I think this is an obvious example, but then again, it always seems "obvious" to me.
The opening sequence of Puss In Boots: The Last Wish is an absolutely astounding example of coordination between music and movement that goes on for basically the entire first five minutes of the film. The blades clashing and playing the notes of the song playing in the background is subtle, but I didn't think it was so subtle that it was hard to notice. But when I showed other people and asked if they noticed, they all looked at me blankly until I explained it to them. Then they get it and think it's really cool, but it always surprises me whenever I encounter people who genuinely don't register the music as part of the experience.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
(ko-fi)
#dead boy detectives#rambles: dead boy detectives#the case of the hungry snake#charles rowland#jayden revri#edwin payne#george rexstrew
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