#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.

[the-fandom-hopping-mage]

dbd art dumb attempt 2 electric boogaloo, featuring the tinies

[lamneus]

Dalim the kidney stone maker

Commission for Volp :3   🚨Get pinged for YCH's , Commission openings Here Other art sites wlo.link/@sifyro

Posted using PostyBirb

[llannasvsp]

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

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Ghostcrow & Palasaki (The Old Guard AU: Chapter 3)

Charles remembers going to the kite festival on the cliffs with Monty and Edwin, Monty having to show Charles and Edwin how to use kites that were a bit different than back in their day. Charles remembers the wind blowing Monty’s hair around, the way that he had laughed in delight at Edwin’s incompetence with the strings (so different than rigging a sailing ship, which Edwin got rather spectacular with during the 1600s) of the kite before moving in to help, the way that when Monty had been the first of them to get the kite to fly, Charles had picked him up and spun him around in excitement. Thanks to carrying around all those books, Monty was heavier and stronger than he seemed.

(Just because Monty was mortal didn't make him soft or fragile. Charles never made that assumption. The strange curve at certain joints, evidence of not just broken bones but of survival, of the strength that Monty had to survive and recover, spoke to that clearly. Monty deserved to be treated with care not because he was delicate, but because he deserved to be treated with the grace that life had not treated him with.)

When they’d come home from the kite festival, Edwin had been so tired by the day’s events that he’d fallen asleep across both of them, his head in Monty's lap, his legs in Charles'. Charles had exchanged a fond look with Monty. “Looks like we’re trapped,” Charles had joked, but god, there had been a warmth in his chest, because it was the first time that Charles had experienced Edwin feeling comfortable falling asleep in front of a mortal since the volcano.

"Trust me," Monty had said, running fingers through Edwin's hair, a crooked smile on his lips, "I can't think of anyone I would rather be trapped by."

That had been the moment where Charles had stopped saying Let’s just not forget that we’re not meant to stay and started thinking maybe Monty can come with us when we go.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, no grave can hold my body down (crawl home to them)

We're setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this home

And you caused it

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette

I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

And my eyes are damp from the words you left

Ringing in my head when you broke my chest

-Daughter, Youth

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

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[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:

[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. 🎸🪕🎻🪈🎺🎷🪘🥁🪇

[shaylogic]

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

[crystal-verse]

Day 5 - Stamp

[more in the same verse as the previous two entries]

'Tis foolish, the Exarch knows, but he cannot help the flare of jealousy at the easy way that the Scions all walk beside K'pheli, sling an ar. around his shoulder or grab onto his arm to tug him this way or that, the way they talk to him so easily.

The Exarch does not miss the distrust directed at him by some of them, either, but that he expects. Thancred trusts him in battle, at least, and Urianger in his identity, but Y'shtola makes her dislike of him known, the Leveilleur twins both seem not to not know how to feel about him, and Mehka -- well, she seems to view the Exarch with a suspicion that is. . . not unfounded, when the Exarch recalls just how much of K'pheli the Source's leaders had asked.

The Exarch does not want to do that to K'pheli, though. 'Tis foolish of them, but even now, a century and more later, there is still the part of them that is G'raha Tia, that had so deeply fallen in love with K'pheli, with Sae'pheli'ehva, so very quickly, and so. . . the Exarch watches, and waits. The situation in Norvrandt, in all of the First is desperate, 'tis true, but they will not push K'pheli Tia to be their vaunted weapon of light. No, the Exarch will do what he can to fight the Sin Eaters himself, with the aid of his people. If it means more rest for his guests from another realm then all the better.

So. He breathes. He stamps down on the jealously creeping through his veins. And he hopes -- oh, how he hopes -- that the Crystarium can be a place of refuge and rest for this Warrior who had done so much, and was so often ill besides. 

He brings soup broths and soft cheeses, bland crackers and other things, and when K'pheli smiles at him softly and says in a quiet, strained voice that he may call him Sae'pheli'ehva, the Exarch feels something warm in his chest. Chesamile shares the same pride in the way the warrior slowly heals, putting on more weight at a glacial pace, sleeping better. Oh, Sae'pheli'ehva is in the Spagyrics half of the time, but the other half he is found either in his room or seeking out the Exarch, and -- it is easy, like that, to pretend for just a bit longer that he will be able to stay in the softness of these moments.

[dudja]

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