#crystal pov

[cordelia-noir]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), The Dead Boy Detectives (DC Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David the Demon (Dead Boy Detectives)/Crystal Palace (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Crystal Palace & Charles Rowland & Niko Sasaki, Crystal Palace & Charles Rowland (DCU), Crystal Palace & Niko Sasaki, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Crystal Palace Characters: Crystal Palace (DCU), Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Niko Sasaki, David the Demon (Dead Boy Detectives) Additional Tags: AU, Color AU, You can't see color unless you are loved, friendship love and familial love are just as important as romantic love, in this universe and in ours, inspired by one of my other stories, and a comment, Crystal's pov Series: Part 11 of CordeliaNoir's Deadboyween 2024 Summary:

The thing was, Crystal had seen color before, just not through her own eyes.

She was psychic. She’d peered into more people’s minds than she could count. And ever since she could remember, she understood that some people’s minds were just — different.

It wasn’t until she was six that she realized what she was seeing.

Color.

Written for Day 12 of @deadboyween Psychic

[densewentz]

god but imagine being Edwin, who was given to a demon (and worse) against his will. Who was never left alone. Who wasn't just put inside a little box in his own head but who was torn apart and apart and apart just because of someone else's cruelty. And then think of him being yelled at by Crystal in episode one, being told she was scared by Charles, being told to be sympathetic only to learn that Crystal chose to let her demon in. And like obviously I understand that she's a dumb kid and David manipulated her, but to Edwin. He already barely has the space to feel sympathy for her very brief time as a hand puppet compared to his 70 years, but to learn she knew what David was and welcomed it? And had the fucking nerve to act like a victim and drag him and Charles into very real danger (to drag Edwin back into the path of his demons)? It's incredible Edwin didn't react worse tbh, and makes his meltdown all the more heartbreaking.

(and after all of that, Crystal doesn't even remember it. How much does Edwin wish he could conveniently forget hell. But no, he was forced into it, and forced to remember every agonizing second of it)

[shaylogic]

"Oi, don't wait up for me, yeah?" Charles informs Edwin, "I'll be in Crystal's room all night."

"Charles! I'm surprised at you," Edwin exclaims, looking flustered.

"It's not like that, mate--she's been having nightmares about David and I've agreed to keep her company. Said she feels safer with a friend looking after her, y'know?" He shifts from one leg to the other, one hand rubbing his other arm, absent-mindedly. "It's not a big deal, alright? Just didn't want you wondering after me." He shrugs non-chalantly and gives his partner a gentle clap on the shoulder before re-entering Crystal's room.

She's already changed into her sleep clothes and curled up under the covers. Crystal meets Charles' eyes and pats the bed beside her. With a small smile, he approaches and sits on the side of the bed, leaning on one hand and looking down on her.

"Would you like to talk before bed, or should I leave you to it?"

Seeing him only sit on the edge, she takes his hand and guides him to lay down next to her. "C'mere. Just lay with me, okay? If you don't mind. . .?"

His eyebrows raise and a twinkle of excitement crosses his eyes that he fails to suppress.

Crystal rolls her eyes at him and he chuckles. She pulls his arm over her side and holds onto him as best she can, letting out a long sigh. Charles feels a fluttering sensation in his chest, like a memory of a quickening heartbeat.

"Thanks for doing this. I'm sure it'll be less interesting than however you usually spend your nights, and I'm not much company to you when I'm asleep."

He grins, fingers attempting to brush lightly along her back. "I wouldn't say that."

She looks him up and down. "Oh, geez, you're not gonna' like, stare at me all night are you?"

"Well, I don't sleep, but I could try closing my eyes and laying here with you. Seems restful, anyway, doesn't it?" Her brow furrows, and he mirrors her expression, sobering up. "I'm not sure, uh, what your plan was?"

". . .I guess I'm not sure, either. I just didn't want to be alone in this big, empty room tonight."

"You could invite Niko across the hall for a sleepover," he teases, tempting her to explain why she chose him.

She recognizes this immediately and narrows her eyes playfully, pursing her lips, and refusing to take the bait. "You've got a cricket bat handy if any other ghosts or demons decide to pop up overnight. Niko would probably just talk their ear off and try to set them up with each other."

He chuckles. "Tough to argue with that."

. . .

After a while, Crystal's breathing slows, her chest rising and falling in smaller increments. Charles does observe this for a moment, before realizing he's doing exactly what she told him not to do. He shifts so he is staring up at the ceiling.

He can't feel Crystal's breath and warmth beside him. Without looking at her, he could forget she's there. He could just be laying alone in this bed for no reason.

He turns onto his side again, facing her and snuggling as close as he can without phasing into her. He has to focus to keep his form solid enough for her arm to rest on.

He closes his eyes and replicates breathing, concentrating on being present, and trying to remember old sensations. How would this moment feel, if he still had his body?

A cold chill runs down his core and he tries to focus on the memory of body contact sharing warmth.

While Crystal has one of the best nights of sleep she's had in weeks, Charles struggles to remember how it felt to be alive.

[lamneus]

Dalim the kidney stone maker

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[llannasvsp]

when your card declines at therapy so they bring out christofern.

[hypervoxel]

Oh, so, like, the entire first season's establishment of the characters and their interactions don't actually matter in Helluva Boss. Okay, cool.

Like, I get that characterization develops over time and the writers come up with new ideas and places they want to take the story, but. So much of the Stolas/Blitzø stuff recently isn't character development: it's retconning.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles, Edwin, and Monty (Pirate AU: Chapter 3)

Charles still likes Monty, in some fashion. It isn’t the love that Monty has for Charles, he understands- love is for Edwin, not the boy Charles brought with him to this ship- but it is clear affection. Fondness. The sort of feeling that causes a smile to lift to Charles’ lips when he sees Monty, like it does now when Charles sits down on the bench next to Monty, plastering himself to Monty’s side by slinging an arm around his torso and leaning his head against Monty’s shoulder, just like he does playfully with Edwin sometimes during mealtimes, usually earning himself a fond roll of the eyes and a small smile from their Captain. “Aw,” Charles says, “You guys are having a meeting of the Survived-Esther-Finch club without me?”

And god, Monty will do anything to keep that smile on Charles’ face. To never again force him to do anything like what he had to do during that storm.

“More like permanently-scarred-by-Esther-Finch club,” Jenny says, nodding to Charles’ neck, where some of the scabs from the collar are fading into scars that will match the one on Monty’s cheek. “God, most fucked up club I've ever been a part of,” she adds as Monty offers up his bottle of ale to Charles.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, picture a man turning back to shore (I can only think of you)

In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of every glove that laid him down

And cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

-Mumford & Sons, The Boxer

@deadboy-edwin @icecreambrownies @anonymousbooknerd-universe @ashildrs

@fandoms-princess @orpheusetude @jaysbraindump

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

@the-ipre @sunnylemonss @days-light @agentearthling @helltechnicality

@sethlost @catboy-cabin @secretlyafiveheadeddragon @vyther15

@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

@nix-nihili @mellxncollie @tumblerislovetumblerislife @lemurafraidofthunder

@likemmmcookies @wr0temyway0ut @thelakeswillbreakourfall

@sapphic-corgi @occasionaloneshots @troublegoblin

[sometimesanequine]

[soggycanoli]

Shadowbringers moment

Hand is a base from this tweet :)

[the-uncanny-dag]

Found family, but the family they found fucking sucks (x)

[the-p-in-lgbtqa]

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain

If you cut me with a knife it's still the same

And I know her heart is beating

And I know that I am dead

Yet the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

It seems that I still have a tear to shed

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain

In the ice or in the sun it's all the same

Yet I feel my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat it's breaking

And the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

I know that I am dead

Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed

Tears To Shed, Corpse Bride

Insp:

[mlpoutofcontext]

[shaylogic]

Niko's POV of her friend's looking at her with love and amazement (and whatever is going on with Edwin)

[ysphcpb]

When we were young, we all thought our lives would certainly turn out better. But as we grow older, continue to live our lives, to make mistakes, we'll just have to accept that we can only go so far.

[coconut530]

AN. EPISODE. 🎸🪕🎻🪈🎺🎷🪘🥁🪇

[dudja]

When I was 10yrs old, a kid on my block had a cousin named Patty #comedy #memes #funny #dannydevito