#dbd victor

[n4rc]

i spent way too much time on this

[haysprite]

Victor started running off and biting the other Killers' ankles, so Charlotte has to keep him on a lil monkey leash until he stops.

Doesn't stop him from breaking free and trying to bite Frank's ankles, tho >:3

Its like having to call a toddler your uncle, yet somehow worse? Also Danny 100% has all the info on every Killer, he stalks them all for info, cause ya never know when it might come in handy :3c Screw The Observer, Danny is now the official lore keeper

These were all from a lil doodle request on Twitter, and on god I haven't laughed at my own art this hard in a while 😭

[snailarts]

Yes Victor is a cocomelon ipad toddler, Yes he is a Grown Man who could apply for a mortgage. These ideas can coexist.

[deadbydangit]

HEHEHEHE YAY I love the twins sm Charlotte holds a very special place in my heart omg 🥺

With that, may I request something with her? They're in an established relationship and survivor reader finds Charlotte standing dormant while Victor is out and about. Reader takes this opportunity and puts a flower or two in her hair as a little surprise! (Maybe also gets caught idk LMAO)

Anyway, don't feel obligated to write this if you don't want to! Ilysm!!

That's such a cute idea! Absolutely. Please enjoy!

Putting flowers in Charlotte's hair while she's dormant.

It started like any other trail.

You're doing gens, Charlotte is out hunting.

After finishing up a generator, you move to the next one.

Only to find your girlfriend sitting dormant.

Victor must be out.

What if...

She seemed so down lately.

Ghostface called her ugly and it just made her so sad.

Use this as an opportunity to cheer her up.

You'll have to work fast.

Who knows when Victor will come back.

Start weaving together a flower crown.

There isn't too much around, but there's plenty of grass.

Use that to tie the flowers together.

There's also some old ribbon from those party medkits laying around!

That's perfect!

Make sure you add those in too.

Her hair is too short for pigtails, so tie it in a bow on the side of her head.

Oh! There's still some confetti left too!

Sprinkle some of that in.

Just a little extra.

But just as you were putting on the last flower, Victor came running to your feet.

He gave you the strangest most confused look.

You weren't hurting his sister, you were decorating her.

Put your finger to your lips and sush him.

He'll understand.

Sometimes, a surprise is better when you don't know who gave it to you.

[dbdannoyingnancy]

[deadhusbandisland]

A silly con pic of my twins cosplay (shout out to the Feng Min cosplayer who gifted Victor this beautiful hoodie~). I want to do a proper photoshoot with them eventually but I appreciated all the love and support everyone gave <333

(please let me know who to credit for this photo!)

Costume made by meilogaia on facebook

Basket made by louiserougharoundthehedges on instagram

Victor 3D print and Weapon (along with weapon painting) by TaylorMadePropsUK

Victor painting by back2painting on instagram

[bi-disaster-kit-herondale]

if i had a quarter for everytime joshua colley played a gay side character who kissed the main gay character in an attempt to have reciprocated feelings only to be rejected, i’d have 2 quarters. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[uselessmossball]

My DBD brainrot has started

[kindheartedgummybears]

WAHHH WAHHHH

RELEASE THEM!!! THEY DID NO WRONG1!!!! I NEED MY FRENCHIES BACK!!! WAHHH WAHHH!!!!

[haysprite]

"I want to see Julie and Stank ( sorry ) frank taking victor to the carnival and David and Yui Discussing LGBTQ+ things at the carnival as well 😅"

Victor kinda just clinged onto Julie and now Charlotte has to deal with him running off to bug her lmfao. Frank isn't too happy about it, but he'll live, he just wants to spend time with Julie <3

Meanwhile, David and Yui are being gay and causing some shenanigans >:3

"Susie explaining the fnaf lore to whoever will listen"

He kinda just has to deal with it until the Entity takes him away (he's never wished for it to happen sooner in his life, cause what the fuck is a goddamn springlock?)

"Dizzy trapper (he spun too much)"

Jill ran him around the bush one too many times! Based off a game clip of mine, this very Trapper ended up giving me hatch after tunneling/slugging my teammates out 😭

"Susie putting stickers all over Frank's mask :D She's a little prankster"

She's a lil shit and knows she can get away with it >:3

Just some more doodle requests from Twitter and Insta! Been having a lot of fun with these, and I plan on doing more after the weekend (pray for me, I work like 22 hours between today and tomorrow 🛐)

[deadbydangit]

Okie dokie! So my idea is that reader is of higher class and she hires a crew to help her voyage across the sea and Charlotte (and Victor) happen to be part of that crew and then some mutual pining ensues 👀

-🌱

I'm having a little trouble with this one. So I'm going to switch it up a bit. I hope that's okay with you. Please enjoy.

Asking the Reader to join their Team

Twins

The first step, is building trust with them.

And that in itself is very hard.

But, if you do manage to win the trust of Charlotte and Victor, their loyalty will be undying.

They'll seem a little more aloof than usual.

Not really in the way that they're ignoring you, but more as if they are having their own private meetings.

And it isn't like them to not include you.

As much as I love you, they have been betrayed in the past.

So you can't blame them if they're weary.

They might ask you to do little things.

These things might not seem like much, but they are testing your loyalty to them.

Going to gather food.

Obtaining some kindling.

The biggest task will come with them asking you to go into the village to get them something.

If you can go into the village, see that they're wanted, and go back to them without writing them out to the villagers, then you've won their trust for sure.

You'll come back to their campsite to find them both sitting there patiently.

Their worried faces seem to melt away as soon as they see it is just you.

Charlotte will give you one of her belongings.

It might be something seen as junk to others.

But to her, it's something much bigger than that.

And she's putting her trust in you.

Victor will just climb on top of you and hug you.

But, it is certain that you are a part of their lives now.

A bond so strong that it's impossible to break.

[disko-kocur]

I want my psychologist to analyse me based on this Venn diagram I made but im too much of a coward to ask that of her so I’m just gonna post it here and expect the worst

I need to stop thinking with my dingaling and start with my actual brain

[dbdkillertournament]

ROUND 2 MATCH 4

Pick your favored killer by any metric you chose (ex; gameplay, character, design)

Current Bracket Group:

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

Okay, so I don't usually post my fics directly on tumblr (usually just on ao3 with a link on here) but ao3 is down atm and I finished the dbd x mphfpc fic!

Tagging @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc he asked :)

Um...I'll add what would be tags here:

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Books)

Not really any necessary content warnings. Just a nice little case without anything dangerous, for once.

Word Count: 2069

The Case of the Lost Boys

Summary: The Dead Boy Detectives find themselves on the island of Cairnholm, investigating the whereabouts of a wandering ghost and his unfinished business.

While London alone was teeming with ghosts with issues to solve, occasionally ghosts brought cases from farther away. Typically, these cases were much simpler than what would, 25 years later, lead them to Port Townsend.

One of these cases, back in 1998, was The Case of the Lost Boys. 

The ghost of a young woman arrived in their office one afternoon. While the case didn’t necessarily concern her directly, she had spent a lot of time with the affected ghost. A young boy, around Charles and Edwin’s age, had been wandering the island of Cairnholm for decades, the woman said. He was looking for something—someone—that just wasn’t there. The woman paid them sufficiently, and Charles and Edwin agreed to take the case.

Mirror hopping led the two detectives through the mirror inside a bathroom, which was attached to a motel room, which was above a tavern. The sheer amount of noise coming from below caused Edwin to simply walk through the wall to get outside, instead of going down the stairs and through the tavern on the ground floor. It was one of several things that freaked Charles out every time Edwin did it. To his credit, however, Edwin was trying to do it less when Charles reminded him of it. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t still forget from time to time.

Edwin walked through a second floor wall and landed on his feet on the ground outside. A few minutes later, Charles was next to him, having taken the long way around. “Mate, you can’t keep doing that! I know you’re fine, but I still forget we’re dead sometimes.”

“Right, my apologies. I’ll use the door next time. I simply didn’t care to walk through such a loud establishment.”

“Next time, we’ll take the stairs and walk through a wall on the first floor, yeah?”

“Agreed. Now, let us track down this wayward ghost, shall we?”

After a bit of walking, the two detectives found the place their client had mentioned the boy to frequent. They had to wait a while, but, sure enough, the boy wandered through the bog and up near the old, previously bombed out house on the far side of the island. Once they were sure he’d stay there for a while, Charles and Edwin followed him up, Charles holding his cricket bat out in front of him.

“Excuse me,” called Edwin, “but we were called because we were told you might need help.”

The boy turned around. He’d been tearing through pieces of the house, searching. “My sister. She was here.”

“When it was bombed during the war?” asked Charles. He hadn’t quite gotten around to explaining the second world war to Edwin, but Charles knew London and other parts of the region had taken a lot of damage. He’d paid some attention during his history classes.

“Yes, but it always reset before anyone got hurt.”

“What do you mean, reset?”

“The bird reset it to the night before the house was destroyed. We would watch the show each night before bed. Then I went out one night, and I died. I can’t get back in. I haven’t seen her in years!” The boy punched a wall, causing chunks of it to fall out. Charles pulled Edwin backwards, out of the house entirely.

“I think he’s lost his mind,” said Charles, once he and Edwin were alone again. The two of them were poring over Edwin’s notes.

“It seems he’s lost his sister, and, though the house was bombed with her in it, he believes she’s alive.”

“He mentioned it all being reset. Sounds like a time loop, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, Charles, but we cannot see it, and therefore we cannot break it.”

“Is that even the problem, though? If he just sees his sister, he’ll move on.”

“That would be quite easy, Charles, if only we knew where the sister was.”

They didn’t even know the ghost’s name, and now they needed to find his sister, too? This wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be.

Charles and Edwin returned to the island the next day, after spending the night in the office reading up on time loops and delirium in ghosts. This time, they used the stairs to exit the tavern, and by the time they reached the old house it was midday. Despite the sun being high in the sky they still couldn’t see very well in the old charred house. Charles pulled two flashlights from his backpack and the search continued.

Eventually, Charles found a hole in the floor. “Edwin, come look at this!”

The boy in question followed Charles’s voice until they were both looking down into the hole. Edwin went down into the hole while Charles stood lookout, just in case the ghost boy made another appearance.

Inside the hole in the ground, Edwin found a trunk of old photos, featuring children doing largely impossible or supernaturally odd things. As he sifted through them, a second light appeared above his head. It was a soft glow, like a fireplace, and Edwin looked up right as Charles called, “Edwin?”

A girl stood next to Charles, holding a ball of flames above the hole to see into it better. Edwin heard her voice echo as she asked Charles, “What are you doing here? Who are you?”

“Stay back,” warned Charles, pointing his cricket bat at her.

“What. Are you doing. In our house?” asked the girl, punctuating each set of words with a few steps forward. Behind her, Charles soon noticed, were a smaller girl, likely about seven years old, and a boy the older girl’s age that gave off a faint buzzing sound if it was quiet.

“We were just leaving, actually.” Charles took a step back.

“Good,” said the girl.

“Emma,” said the younger girl, “we should go before we’re late for lunch.”

Emma grimaced, turning around towards the two that were with her. “I suppose so. The bird will be angry if we’re late.” She cast one last warning glare over her shoulder at Charles, and then the three of them were gone.

Edwin climbed back out of the hole, with help from a rope Charles had in his backpack, and reported his findings to Charles. “It appears to be a group of syndrigasti: a variant of human with an extra soul. These extra souls give them special abilities, such as the boy’s ability to do so much damage around this place, and the girl’s fire.”

“So, his sister must be one too?”

“Not necessarily. It’s a relatively rare condition, however, it is especially likely in this case. If he cannot find her, and neither can we, she’s likely in a time loop for the living. Only syndrigasti can enter, and we are not that.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad then, does it? He can go in himself and find her.”

“Not if he died in a certain way. If the creature that killed him consumed his extra soul, then he can no longer enter the time loop, as he said before. We will need to get the sister to leave the loop temporarily.”

“How do we do that?”

“I do not know. I suppose if we can find another occupant of the time loop, we may be able to get a message across. For that, however, we’ll need more information from the boy.”

“What about that girl, Emma? She had abilities, didn’t she?”

“We don’t know for sure that she lives there, though it is likely. Unfortunately, they’ve gone, and we still do not know how to enter the time loop.”

Later in the day, the detectives found the boy in the same place as the day before. Charles stood by with his bat while Edwin questioned the wayward ghost. They learned that the boy’s name was Victor, his sister’s name was Bronwyn, and that he had, in fact, died in the way Edwin had suspected. 

The one good thing about all this was that he remembered how to enter the time loop. Charles suggested writing on the cave’s wall and hoping they’d see it when one of them left again. Edwin, however, thought it might frighten the children if they saw a note reading “Bronwyn, your brother is looking for you”, considering Victor had been dead for decades.

Instead, Edwin wrote out a neat note and attached it to the wall of the cave:

Bronwyn Bruntley,

I am from the Dead Boy Detective Agency. We were called in about your brother. His ghost is still on the island in the present day. Until he has closure, he will not move on to his afterlife. Victor’s unfinished business is seeing his sister again. Once you receive this, it would help both of us if you could leave the time loop temporarily to reunite with your brother.

Sincerely,

Edwin Payne

Edwin and Charles stayed on the island late into the evening, watching the mouth of the cave for someone to take Edwin’s note. Eventually, the note seemingly disappeared on its own. It moved like it was being removed from the wall by a hand, but there was no hand. It floated through the cave and disappeared through the other end.

Less than an hour later, two girls and a floating hat emerged from the mouth of the cave, each of them able to see Edwin and Charles (or so they assumed). One of the girls, the one that wore trousers and a shirt, asked, “Are you Edwin Payne?” She held the note in her hands.

“I am Edwin Payne. You must be Bronwyn.”

“I am. You found my brother?”

“We did.”

Victor, who had been all but dragged over near the bog by Charles earlier, stepped closer to the girls.

“Wyn?”

“Victor!”

The two siblings embraced so tightly that anyone else might have bruised a rib from it. Edwin and Charles gave them a bit of space for their little reunion, until, eventually, Edwin had to burst their bubble.

“I do not mean to bring down the room, but since your unfinished business has now been finished, Death will be coming to collect you shortly. Therefore, Charles and I must be going, now.” Edwin turned on his heel and began to walk away, Charles shortly behind him. 

Then, the other girl, Emma, called out, “Wait!” and Edwin stopped. He turned back around to look at her.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if you work with the living at all, but I’ve been looking for a certain boy since the last war. If I give you a name, can you send the results to our post box in town?”

Edwin’s expression softened slightly, and he pulled out his notebook and pen. “Of course. What is the name?”

“Abraham Portman.”

This second, smaller case did not require that the Dead Boy Detectives remain on Cairnholm. The two of them did, however, have to use their disguises that would allow them to appear living. They searched computers and phone directories until they found the man Emma had been looking for.

The two ghosts finally found Abraham’s house in Florida, in the United States. Mirror hopping there was easy. The difficult part was deciding how to explain it to Emma. Abraham was married by then. He had a wife, two children, and his son even had a son of his own. So much time had passed since Emma was this young. Edwin understood far better than he’d have liked to.

Edwin ultimately wrote Emma, sending the letter to the postbox she gave the address to. Charles looked it over for sensitivity purposes, and then off it went. A week later, Edwin received a letter in return, thanking both he and Charles for putting in the effort to help her, even though she didn’t get the answer she wanted. Attached were a few paper bills as payment.

Although Edwin continued to be baffled as to how she was returning his letters, he continued sending them. As it turned out, despite having so many other children living with you, the novelty of a ‘pen pal’, as she called it, was slow to wear off. 

Letters were sent back and forth between Cairnholm and London regularly for a solid twelve years, and then, suddenly, they stopped. Edwin, unsurprisingly, began to worry. That is, until he received a letter from Florida, instead of Cairnholm.

Emma, it seemed, was doing just fine.

[applebees4prez]

why have 2/3 of edwin’s love interests been on love, victor… time to go rewatch i guess

[spookychiptune]

>:3