#niko ramble
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so--much--stardust · 1 year ago
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i wanna be wylan van eck so i can be held by jesper fahey
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nikoisme · 1 year ago
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fucking hate how cats think they can mrrp their way out of anything because yeah, they fucking can.
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technically-human · 3 months ago
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Hey, don't cry. Ghost yuri, okay?
(Now that you know the girls, they need to meet the boys!)
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resourcds · 14 days ago
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can't get over how every person in dead boy detectives is lonely. charles and edwin, obviously, but also crystal, niko, jenny, monty, cat king, and even esther, kingham & litty honestly. like they've all had some part of their life centered around this loneliness and for the most part look towards each other to cure it (not all, obviously, cough esther cough). something something the feeling of growing up queer and finding your people once you're able to leave the home you were brought up in and beginning to heal that lonely kid in you that always felt like an outsider growing up
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allthefakepeople · 5 months ago
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i think niko and charles should have a super complicated handshake that no one else can follow... you know just for fun
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edwins-fangirl · 1 month ago
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I will talk for literal hours!
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@netflix see this is why you should renew it you dumbasses
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stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling · 3 months ago
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it's me and my gay fanfiction against the world
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dead-enby-detective · 6 months ago
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I wonder how much this scene plays a role in Monty choosing to target Edwin over Charles after Esther sends him to befriend the boys and then later how it impacts him falling for Edwin.
Edwin is the first one to enter so he’s the first one Monty sees.
Monty doesn’t crow when Edwin enters the house but waits until Charles enters. Does he already like Edwin better? Did he see Edwin and see something special?
Charles immediately responds to the crowing by telling him to hush. Did Charles’s words stick with him after Esther gave him a human body and mind and feelings? Were his feelings hurt or was he just annoyed by it?
Edwin pulls his gloves off as he passes Monty’s cage, does he think about that after becoming human? The way Edwin takes off a piece of his armor right before going into danger?
After Edwin tell his partner he believes in Charles’s ability to open the lock, Monty crows, and Charles sasses back. Edwin pays him no mind. Does that frustrate him, later when he’s human?
After Charles opens the lock, Edwin is the one who figures out that cabinet is a trick door.
I may not like Esther but she is clever. Was Monty learning from her the entire time he was her familiar? Does he take after her in that way? Always learning, always being wanting to be clever?
Monty, is shown soon after becoming human, to have a vast knowledge of zodiac signs. Did he learn all that in that short time span or was some of it things he’s taken in from Esther over the years? How much had he learned from her, from her spells, her books over the years?
Was he “raised” to appreciate cleverness even as a crow? Did he admire Edwin’s cleverness from the beginning?
Did he become human and immediately think back to when they first entered the house and wonder if Edwin would appreciate cleverness in return? Would appreciate the opportunity to learn something new from him? Hoped that they could be clever together?
There’s just so much to this scene from Monty’s perspective that I think we should consider.
Did he ever wonder if he was clever enough, would it be enough for Edwin to give him a chance?
Like he said, he never asked to be human… did he hope that, when the time came, with all his cleverness, that Edwin would understand that?
That he had never really had a chance in the first place?
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edwinisms · 4 months ago
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i get such a sense of primal envy when looking at edwin’s clothes up close because god you can just tell his coat is real wool and made to last and not cheap flimsy mass produced garbage and auggagghhhh that was just STANDARD in his time. by no means am i saying i was #borninthewronggeneration because i like having vaccines and household appliances but. man. to have a personally-tailored coat like that that’d last for years and years……. and fabrics of fine thread-dense quality………. if only
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moltensmusings · 1 year ago
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Finally managed to gif the single most earth shatteringly important Arkos moment.
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The quality isn't great but when I tell you I think about this regularly I mean it.
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so--much--stardust · 1 year ago
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i call it: the tragedy of open arms
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nikoisme · 10 months ago
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actually the fact that odysseus knew he'd be gone for 20 years makes the gears in my brain turn. You kiss your son goodbye knowing you will miss every milestone of his. He will be a grown man and will not remember you. You will be a father only by title. Your wife will lay alone in your wedding bed, she will wake and see the side you've slept on is empty. You won't hold each other for a long, long time. Your parents may not even be there to welcome you back. You know you will return, but the war stretches on and on. Your comrades fall. Your ships are on fire. Your best warriors are nothing but ashes in an urn. But it's eventually over, you can go home. But still, there's more time left. First it's a storm. It's winding up in strange lands. It's hunger. It's temptation. Your men grow weary. You have twelve ships and then you have one and then it's only you on a single timber. You know you will return, but everything has gone so horribly wrong that you can't help but wonder if the fates fooled you. Everyone you know is either dead or are living again. You are the only one stuck in between. Neither dead or alive. You sit on a beach staring out to the sea from the moments the birds sing til the sun dips over the horizon. Every day is the same - you sit on the stones and weep, you trek the shores, during the night you're in her bed. Your skin is cracked and sunburnt, your beard long and tangled, your hair etched with more and more silver hairs. Your eyes are dull, sunken. Your bones ache when you walk, your breath is shorter. The sun rises and sets. The waves wash away your footprints. You are growing old but the island is the same. You are left behind. Your home will change and you won't change with it. In fact, everyone will change, but you will not recognize what's different. Some of the lines under your eyes will be the hauntings of war, while your wife's will be from the sleepless nights of buying you time. You flinch when you see each other. You expected to see someone else, and she expected to see no one at all. You could once hold your boy in your arms, but now it feels like he's the one holding you. The trees in your orchard have grown taller. Some of the houses in your kingdom are empty. The children that sat on your knees now have their own children on their own knees - or they lie dead, by your own hand. Who are you? Who is your son, your wife? You will get to know each other, you will change together eventually. But there will still be something off, like a brick not fitting quite right in the foundation. Off like a living man among the dead, someone who wasn't fated to die, but was supposed to die a long time ago. A dead man among the living. You will not belong, even though you are the father of your son, the husband of your wife, the son of your father, the king of your land. There will always be something missing, something aching.
And you are willing to let it all happen when you lift your baby son from the field, away from the plow.
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aroacespacerock · 3 months ago
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I think I need to knit a replica of crystals bone shirt it’s so damn cool
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Like look at it!!! Why is crystal always pulling up with the best fits, didn’t she leave all her clothes behind??
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ahyperactivehero · 5 months ago
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I know most people who do AUs for dead boy detectives like to make Crystal and Charles already friends and Niko and Edwin already friends, but I think it would be waaay more fun and possibly even realistic to do it the other way around.
Crystal and Edwin interacting like bickering siblings until someone insults one of them, and then the other has to shut that shit down because only THEY get to bully each other.
Niko and Charles becoming friends because Niko, despite being so incredibly kind, is also painfully shy and Charles has never met a stranger. He would march straight up to her and be like, 'cool, guess we're friends now!' and that would be it.
Like, I get that Edwin and Niko are a lot alike, and that's why I think it would be sweet to have her be Charles's friend, because then Charles doesn't have to worry about if his new crush would get along with his friend, because they immediately hit it off! And Crystal wouldn't have to worry about whether or not Edwin's crush on Charles was a good idea or not, because that boy is so protective he would rival even her!
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allthefakepeople · 5 months ago
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it's the way niko and edwin was just what the other needed. niko wanted a friend who would include her and who could see her brilliance and edwin needed someone safe to confide in who could see him for who he was and support him even if they'd only known each other a short time.
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ultraweirdgirl13 · 7 months ago
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no because the way Edwin and Charles first met....
THAT SCENE BROKE ME TO PIECES
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