#first work in this fandom

[read-write-thrive]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU) Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Loves Charles Rowland, Charles Rowland Loves Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Getting Together, Post-Canon, POV Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, POV Charles Rowland (DCU), Alternate Universe, just to cover my bases, Not Beta Read, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Needs a Hug, Autistic Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, I haven’t actually seen the show yet but shhh, the other characters are not in it bc idk enough abt them im so sorry, this is not my finest work but hopefully it appeases the writing demon Summary:

Edwin and Charles try to figure out their relationship to one another and their respective queerness in their own ways. It’s only natural that leads back to one another.

Or: Edwin goes to a gay bar to try and figure out how to be gay even when your crush rejects you. Charles is concerned.

[spacecadettt]

first work for jrwi!!!

finally finished the first chapter of my jrwi oneshot work :) pls enjoy

[penisnballstorture]

I want him to play the dad...

Clara and svarog fanfic!!!

"Im sorry, alice. Daddy isn't the smartest, I can be too reckless at times. I now know you were just worried about me. You didn't want me lose me too and I just want to let you know I'm sorry." He grips his hat close to his chest, his heart.

alice was shocked at first, she wasn't even breathing. Till she tears up, this is the first time her dad ever admitted to being wrong. Nevertheless apologizing. She grips the hem of her dress, nodding to his words.

He takes a deep breath, starting up again " Daddy isn't perfect. I can't always get things right and I mess up at times. But I try, I try very hard for my little angel. So from now on I'll be more careful-"

"I forgive you! I forgive you, daddy! Please, please be more careful! "

"I will, alice, and remind me if I ever stray too far. We'll get through this together, alright?"

"... As a family? "

He runs through their fence gate, across their grassless path with too many footprints to count, up their white stairs with the paint worn out near the center, coming in for a tight embrace. She returns it just as fiercely.

"As a family."

The screen cuts to black.

The sound too shuts off with a blip, even the background static left. All that persists now is silence.... and sniffling.

Leaving clara staring at her reflection, and back at her. Her face was slightly red, using the end of her sleeve to wipe away some tears. Mister Svarog is to her right. He's sitting down on the couch next to her in their house.

She yawns a bit through her tears. That was a long movie, and a good movie.

"How was the movie, clara" he asks.

Clara looks up at him, smiling brightly despite the redness around her eyes and nose, "mister svarog, the movie was great!"

Svarog finds see clara so sad yet so happy to be odd. Searching his data base doesn't provide him much information, so he photos this moment and resorts to asking her instead. "Are you alright, clara? "

"I'm fine mister svarog." Svarog takes out a few tissues and offers some to clara "I'm.. Just so happy for alice and her dad."

Clara graciously accepts them uttering a small 'thank you'. Mister svarog continues his inquiry, "if you are happy, why are you crying? "

"... Because It was very sweet, alices dad was admiting to being wrong, apologing and is essentially being very vulnerable and open takes a lot of courage and trust. For alice having someone she looks up, who wronged her, to validating her feelings was... cathartic?... Its very sweet in a, intimate way. "

"Noted."

Svarog checks his internal clock, "it's time to prepare dinner." He gets up.

"Mister svarog? "

"Yes clara"

"Can we please act out the movie? Like while making dinner? "

"Affirmative, who will you pick? "

"I'll be alice!" She wipes the last of her tears and snot. "Mister svarog, who will you be?"

Claras mind wonders, what scene they would play out. she pictures a scene where alice and her dad cook outdoors. It's quiet except for a few crickets, some owls, and the cracking of the fire. Alices rests on a rock. Her dad hums a small tune, one he'd always hum to her as a toddler before bed, while steering the stew...

"I'll play the rock."

That entire image flops. Gone.

"O-ok... We'll play the cooking outdoors scene."

The time svarog spend cooking Clara had layed on his feet to simulate alice laying on the rock.

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

Maybe should've tried harder for that scholarship

[zhelin-thames]

Now pay interest - 10% per year

Masterpost

As the Bat-family processed what had just happened, Jason was already plotting.

“So,” Jason began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “does this mean we have a ghost King in the family now? Because I’ve got so many questions.”

“Focus, Todd,” Damian snapped, though his own curiosity was evident in his furrowed brow. “That... entity was clearly powerful. Father, why did you not inform us of this connection sooner?”

Bruce didn’t even glance up from his computer. “It was irrelevant.”

“Irrelevant?” Dick exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “A glowing ghost guy just popped out of a portal in our cave to collect a debt, and you think it’s irrelevant?”

Tim, typing furiously, pulled up the mission logs from Bruce’s early years. “Okay, I think I found the mission in Prague where this all went down. It says here... wait. Danny wasn’t just some guy you ran into. You trained with him in the League of Assassins?”

Steph leaned over Tim’s shoulder to read. “Wait, what?! He’s an assassin ghost King?”

Jason let out a low whistle. “This just gets better and better.”

Duke raised his hand, hesitant. “Uh, just a thought… if he’s the Ghost King, doesn’t that mean he has control over, like, all ghosts? Including... uh, Lazarus Pits?”

Everyone froze. Slowly, they all turned to Bruce, whose expression darkened slightly.

“Yes,” Bruce admitted reluctantly.

“Holy crap,” Jason said, leaning back with a stunned look. “He’s the reason the Pits freaked me out after I came back, isn’t he? I thought it was just the resurrection thing, but you knew he was tied to them!”

Bruce’s silence was answer enough.

“I want to meet him,” Cass signed firmly.

“Seconded,” Duke added. “He seems cool.”

“No,” Bruce said, finally standing and cutting through the rising chatter. His tone was firm, brooking no argument. “Danny is not someone you want to get involved with.”

But before Bruce could elaborate, the room was bathed in green light again.

Danny reappeared, now sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding what looked like a spectral clipboard. “Forgot one thing,” he announced casually.

Bruce’s glare could have burned through steel. “What now?”

Danny smirked. “I want interest. Fifteen years is a long time to wait for sixteen bucks. So let’s say... ten percent per year?”

Jason cackled as the rest of the family broke out into laughter. Even Damian couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose again. “I’m not paying you interest.”

Danny shrugged, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to stick around until you do. Hope you’ve got extra space, because I’m moving in.”

The Batcave erupted into chaos. Jason and Steph cheered, Tim frantically calculated how much Bruce technically owed, and Bruce’s patience reached its breaking point.

“Fine,” Bruce growled. “But you’re staying in the guest room.”

Danny floated down, looking entirely too smug. “Deal. Now, who’s up for pizza? I’m starving.”

[o0kawaii0o]

"Link, you must find me"

!! Spoiler version under cut !!

The Dragon's Tears

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[reiimorningstar]

2025 amphibia jumpscare (first post!! :3)

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

"Yagami Light as a youtuber would probably plagiarise" WRONG Yagami Light is insanely intelligent and looks down on literally every single other human person, he would rather stab himself in the eye than using the works of someone else - someone who can't be anything but beneath him. Pre-Death Note youtuber!Light would make long-ass videos about Everything Wrong With Society with completely unhinged takes about how xyz small innocuous thing is responsible for gang violence with numbers* to back it up.

"Light would plagiarise" get the fuck out of here.

*numbers which he completely twists to his own bias - without even knowing it because he thinks way too highly of himself

[heartless-aro]

People when a character is aromantic or aromantic coded: Wowie! They’re aroACE! Because they aren’t interested in romance! Look at how aroace they are!

People when a character is aroace or aroace coded: Isn’t it cool that this character is asexual? Asexual icon! They’re such great asexual representation :)

[millypede-jpg]

heya people of tumblr! tiktok didnt appreciate this much, so maybe you guys would....??? please...?

its a double layred birdhouse (i think) with two drawers and a few add-ons i made ^_^

(more photos under the cut)

and how i got thw bushes to work ^_^

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[koalasmashedoneucalyptus]

This has been sitting in my drafts

[naturecalls111]

WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….

[ashwii]

Man, it's been like 6 or 7 years since I've really drawn gravity falls. Welcome back, Bill.