#charles row

[enygma0710]

hey could you recommend a good way to get into the dbd comics? im not sure where to start

Great question,

I recommend starting with the series that started in 2013, Dead Boy Detectives #1-12 (vol 1: School Boy Terrors & Vol 2: Ghost Snow) by Toby Litt & Mark Buckingham. It's a good introduction to the boys and how they solve mystery's and their dynamics. IIRC it doesn't explicitly detail their origins but it hints enough to get the gist of what happened to them. It was also the boys first standalone series and can easily found on comxiology, amazon, kindle, abebooks, thirftbooks etc.

From there, they appeared in other series within Sandman and are hard to track down. There is Dead Boy Detective omnibus book that has all of their stories in a collection. That's an easier option to get into the comics because they are all there, but I've heard they are selling out due to popularity of the show.

The series they appeared in are listed below:

The Sandman: Season of Mist -First appearance

Free Country: A Tale of the Children's Crusade

Vertigo: Winter's Edge #3

Sandman Presents: Dead Boy Detectives

Death: At Death's Door - this is manga style graphic novel showing Death's activities during Season of Mist

Dead Boy Detectives: Manga style sequel to Death's Door

Dead Boy Detectives #1-12 (Vol 1 & Vol 2)

There is also a newer ongoing comic series "The Sandman Universe: Dead Boy Detectives; its under DC comics Black Label - I haven't caught up on this on yet, but its on my reading list and it looks good.

But in a roundabout way I would start with the DBD #1-12 and from there see what you can find. They do reference stuff that happened previously but you won't be totally lost. I do know that all of the titles are available on DC infinite with either their ultra or premium subscription. Hope I answered your questions & apologies for the ramble. I get excited when I get comic book related ask lol

Thanks for the ask,

[tititilani]

Am I writing arguably my first thing in like two years for DBDA? Maybe. Do I even think it's any good? No. Do I particularly care? Also no.

This idea just wouldn't leave me alone so I banged it out in like three hours. Also fun fact, I wrote this partially by candelight because my power went out. Ambiance, anyone? I also posted this on my AO3 in case anyone wants to read this there instead. Just ignore any indiscrepancies in this, I just didn't care that much. <3

wash out the salt from my hands. 1.5 words.

Time moves differently than it does on Earth, as it turns out. Mostly pre-relationship Paineland.

He doesn’t think much of it, at first.

Charles is too caught up in relief, too relieved to have Edwin back where he can keep him safe again, to think about the weird phrasing.

“For decades.” Edwin says with a quiet hitch to his voice, more vulnerable than Charles can ever remember seeing him. He looks stripped down and vulnerable now, without the stiff bowtie and uniform that Charles is so used to seeing him in. Tear tracks mark his cheeks, cutting through the grime that seems to cover every inch of the hell pit they’ve found themselves in.

Their reunion is marred by the gruesome sounds of the last Edwin being devoured at the other end of the room and Charles can’t look too closely at the pile of corpses without getting enraged. He’s already angry at how long it took him to locate Edwin, how many times he had had to go through this loop before Charles could rescue him, but he knows where his priority lies now.

He wants nothing more than to clutch Edwin to him, stitch them together so closely that nothing could ever pry them apart again. He knows it’s not feasible (he’s checked) but he would stitch himself into Edwin’s ribcage without hesitation if it meant Edwin never had to come down to this place again. He also knows that now is not the ideal time for a big reunion, which can come after they are both safe.

“Well, I’m here now, so,” he says, pulling out a lit bomb from his bag and watching the flames glint in the depths of his best mate’s gaze.

“I have been dead for over a hundred and thirty years, after all, of course I should be the bait.”

Edwin’s tone is reasonable even if what he just said is not and he blinks when Charles levels him with a weird look because of it. Something in Charles lurches uncomfortably at the idea that Edwin should be bait for anything again, let alone a hungry beast that seems to specifically eat ectoplasm, and he’s immediately distracted away from it.

“Mate, you are not being bait. We can figure something else out that doesn’t end in you possibly being eaten.”

It’s been some months now since Charles gave a metaphorical finger to hell and rescued the other ghost but the idea of Edwin intentionally being put back in danger still scrapes over nerves that are far too raw. The Edwardian may look as though he is back to his normal posh self, all stiff bowties and perfectly parted hair but he has seen Edward flinch at enough dolls in enough windows to know he is not completely back to normal. Them managing to get Niko back was like slotting a missing puzzle piece back into Edwin’s frame but Charles still knew that there were pieces that could probably never be found.

Edwin frowns at him, fussing with his bowtie in a rare tell. “Per my books, this creatures likes older ghosts for its course – who else can we use?”

Charles thinks on the new and improved cricket bat tucked away in his bag. “I’ve been dead thirty years – should be enough to get the thing’s attention, yeah?”

“Absolutely not!”

(For once, Charles wins an argument.)

The witch is giving him the creeps.

One of her two eyes is bulging out far enough Charles is kind of worried it’s just going to...pop out. He’d try to catch Edwin’s eye but his nose is too far buried in one of the tomes the witch had given them to notice the way said witch is fixated on Charles. She seems to be mostly harmless at least, or at least hasn’t tried anything to make him reach for his bag but the way she is staring at him still has him on edge.

“Your bones are so old now but you are older still,” she tells him in a croaky old voice finally like it’s some sage wisdom and Charles just...has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that. Those books better be so worth it.

“Pretty sure my bones and I are the same age, ta,” he tells her in a voice he really hopes hides how completely bananas he thinks she is. He thinks she’s absolutely around the bend but is trying to play nice to make sure Edwin gets to play in her bookstore as long as he wants to. He’d be willing to deal with a lot worst things if it means he gets to enjoy the little sparkle that new books always put in Edwin’s green eyes.

The bulging eye bulges even more and he leans back in his seat a tad just in case there’s suddenly a splash zone. “Souls are aged by realms traveled,” she says in an even more grave tone while somehow making even less sense at the same time. He has no idea where Edwin has disappeared to in the books stacked precariously around the store but Charles hopes he surfaces soon.

Preferably before an eye falls into his lap or something.

It’s a dark night and Edwin’s head is in his lap.

There are no open cases at the moment, no one in the office, and an abandoned game of Cluedo is on the table. As ghosts, their sense of touch is almost completely nonexistent but Charles still swears that he can feel every strand of Edwin’s hair as he runs his fingers through it. He’s trying to be as gentle as he can be because Edwin deserves every scrap of gentleness Charles can give.

Edwin’s eyes are closed and that little wrinkle that is so common between his eyebrows has been smoothed away into unlined skin by Charles’ thumb. He can’t be super comfortable, his long legs draped over the other arm of the couch, but he also doesn’t seem inclined to move. Ghosts don’t have the ability to sleep or Charles would think Edwin had dozed off against his thigh.

They had been talking a little bit ago but that had faded off and for once, Charles didn’t feel the need to break the silence just yet. He has Edwin close and comfortable and safe and he finds he doesn’t need much else at this moment.

“I did not think I could have this,” Edwin murmurs finally, his tone soft and wondering. He hasn’t opened his eyes yet, something Charles is momentarily grateful for. He knows that if Edwin looked up at him, moonlight in his emerald eyes, that there is nothing Charles wouldn’t do to give him anything. “A century in hell was almost worth it.”

Charles’ hand pauses. “A century?”

Maths was never his best subject in school but even he knows the difference between seventy years and a hundred years. The two of them are so tangled together on the couch that he can feel the moment tension returns to Edwin, tightening up his lanky frame and when he finally opens an eye to look up at him, he looks almost worried.

“I wasn’t sure at first,” he finally says, voice hushed in the darkness of their office. “But time moves differently in hell. This last time in Port Townsend was about a decade. My first...visit was closer to ninety, I think.”

Charles’ hand spasms at that, the only thing keeping him from clenching it is the fact he doesn’t want to even accidentally pull on Edwin’s hair, even if it wouldn’t be felt. Edwin deserves so much gentleness. The sheer magnitude of how much time he had spent down in hell, fruitlessly attempting to outrun its horror, would make Charles sick if he still had a stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks finally when his urge to scream has faded. After another moment, he resumes petting Edwin and almost against his will, the other boy’s eyes slide closed.

“I did not want you to know how long I was down there,” Edwin says in a low voice. “I thought you might be angry.”

“Never,” Charles says fiercely, voice almost too loud in the quiet of their room. “I would never have left you down there, even if it had taken me a thousand years.” He swallows back everything else he wants to say, like the fact Edwin spent so much longer than even a few hours being tormented by a spider-doll demon makes Charles wish he had another doorway and a molotov cocktail or twelve.

I would tear hell apart for you. I will never let you be taken again. I love you.

He thinks it’s an okay time to say it but it lodges in his throat. Charles wants it to be a perfect time, not just an okay time. He didn’t need forever to figure out how he feels about Edwin but he has forever to make it just right. It is the least Edwin deserves.

He looks back down at Edwin to see he is already looking back and he was right – the moonlight in his eyes makes Charles want to give him anything, everything.

[thearchercore]

we're entering the stage of the season where red bull is so grateful for charles stealing poins from mclaren that they make max look gay

[dotswithbrainrot]

They are the light-

In eachothers darkest moments.

[pucksandpower]

Monaco giveth and Canada taketh away.

[mistressemmedi]

Spa 2024 start colorized

[pretzelgotze]

Monaco GP 2024 - Max and Charles Edition

[mnyd]

blue and red. bluets — maggie nelson / @/scuderiafemboy / leclerc and verstappen say they share mutual respect despite having 'hated' each other during karting days / abu dhabi grand prix 2023 — @/makeagif / verstappen wins abu dhabi grand prix 2023 — @/visualvocabulary33 / this is how you lose the time war — amal el-mohtar & max gladstone / yves olade — slaughterhouse / max verstappen: my guide to the grid - in a unique interview the reigning world champion gives his verdicts on the pretenders to his crown ahead of the F1 season opener at bahrain this weekend / verstppen denies leclerc first win in dramatic austrian gp climax

[redgillan]

i’m watching bodies for the plot

the plot

[scuderiamint]

real f1 is finally back

[yeahperfect]

All these drivers congratulating Max. So many nice words. Honestly, wait until the end.

"The team is doing an amazing job, but he is doing an execptional job."

"Big congrats to him!"

"I know how good he is."

"He has done a perfect year."

"I am proud to be sharing the track with you and I hope you have many more success in the future."

[eobsinj]

✨ charles leclerc - baku 2023 ( twt | ig )

[lewishamiltonstuff]

This just keeps getting funnier 😭😂

[formulaocean]

Charles and Checo really said “we’ll do our best to protect your championship lead, baby. Don’t worry we’ve got you, we’ll push those McLarens a bit further down the grid ❤️”.

[leclercskiesahead]

More carpool content coming soon?…

[soapy-birblover]

you’re telling me these ghosts can mirror hop to anywhere in the entire world and they chose to set up their agency in LONDON?