#spider's den

[edwinpayne-deadboy]

Welcome to the Dead Boy Detective Agency.

I am Edwin Payne, and this is my partner @biconcharlesrowland.

Some other people that are associated with us:

@crystal-isalive

@nikoisalsoalive

@reallycoolcatking

@montyisntacrow

@jennys-meat-cleaver

What brings you here?

This blog is unfortunately run by two other versions of me. I will have blue text and run the cases and regular interactions.

I'm a dark, "villainized" version of the Edwin you know. I'll use red text and run the more aggressive asks and discuss, darker themes.

And I'm a demon. I find it fun to mess with Edwin and get him to engage in more explicit acts. I'm using bold text and I'll occasionally take up cases and questions about Hell.

OOC: Hello again, Mae here from @mystic-mae. With, well, a third rp blog. Don't worry, this is my last one. I hope.

× ALL EDWIN TAGS ×

#magnifying glass - Looks like Edwin and Charles are on a case! Did you hire them for it?

#charles no - Edwin's just looking out for him.

#cat bracelet - Whenever the Cat King is mentioned or Edwin's just having a gay panic.

#soppingwetcat - Poor guy needs a break. Probably give him one?

#edwin appreciation - Edwin reblogging posts about what people say about him or when they draw art of him. 'Cause this community loves him and he needs to know that.

× REGULAR!EDWIN TAGS ×

#edwardian detective - Casual conversation with Edwin.

#hell's babydoll spider - Super angsty moments with Edwin. Possibly includes Hell.

#what's [blank]? - He's trying to learn all about the Internet and slang. Charles was the reason why he has a Tumblr in the first place.

#ball of sass - Edwin being a sassy, cunty Edwardian ghost.

#oh you love this don't you? - Well, it looks like Edwin's a little jealous...

× VILLAIN!EDWIN TAGS ×

#one little spell - Casual conversation with villain!Edwin.

#runes and curses - villain!Edwin causing some mischief. Maybe something bad happens, no one knows.

#colder to touch - Oops, you angered villain!Edwin. Try and survive... (the angst tag.)

× DEMON!EDWIN TAGS ×

#paradise or limbo - Casual conversation with demon!Edwin.

#spider's den - demon!Edwin's angst tag. He remembers a lot of what happened to the original Edwin, seeing as Hell altered him so much that he became a demon himself.

#infernal deeds - It's just demon!Edwin being a flirty little shit. Only ones affected are Charles, Cat King, Monty, and Simon. And probably any gay man in the area...

× RULES & REGULATION ×

NSFW is allowed! Just no heavily sexualized actions or super gorey stuff that the Edwins (or I, the mod) tell you is uncomfortable.

Heavy gore is to be directed towards villain!Edwin and demon!Edwin. However, regular!Edwin can and does experience gore from time to time. I, the mod, will tell you when to stop with the gore.

Failiure to comply results in being blocked, sorry.

No racist, transphobic, homophobic, or ableist shit here. I'm not gonna deal with your asses, and neither will any of the Edwins.

I suppose you can be rude to Edwin, but why would you do that?

Have fun!

[razoreesharpe]

picking him up in my teeth and rolling like an crocodile

[cs300]

Spider’s Den side characters

first three are Archer’s sisters, and Darius is a family friend

[dirtytransmasc]

Eywa's fleecy little lamb — the blood sacrifice of Her chosen one

[spiderden-webber]

webber and spiders doodle page

[dwarfedvyv]

my bad news bohemian rhapsody 12” vinyl arrived finally !! i love how camp Colin looks !!

[milimeters-morales]

Miles and Pavitr seemingly getting too into their play fights and Hobie has to hold them by the backs of their suits like kittens bc he was a tad worried for them, and they just start complaining about their fun being interrupted (they’re covered in bruises and Pavitr’s hair is on fire)

[tokucosplay]

Den-O Spider cosplayed by @legendary_tamer. Original art made by @MosquitoKing12.

[datssokoolwhat]

Demon slayer

[ensnaredearl]

A young bellhop accidentally found himself lost in a new world, rain pouring down as he ventured forth, eager to see all that was here.

As he walked, he took note of the various buildings as they looked to be old-fashioned by the looks of it, different from the buildings back in Penacony.

He gulped a little as he then noticed a very large structure just in the distance, maybe he could take refuge here as he wondered if anyone could see him, probably not.

He slowly made his way over before sneaking inside through what looked to be a cellar to escape the falling raindrops, keyhole shaped pupils taking in all the sights and sounds as he stayed curled up.

( from @bcllbcy )

@bcllbcy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Claude!! Claude, where are you, you useless demon?! ❜

Alois lounged in his opulent bed, his frustration growing. He called out, his voice laced with irritation. The rain pounded against the windows of the Trancy manor, a rhythmic yet annoying backdrop to his rising ire.

Just as he was about to call out again, a faint noise reached his ears, something unusual amidst the storm's din. His eyes narrowed as he listened intently, distinguishing the sound of cautious footsteps echoing from the direction of the cellar.

A sly grin spread across his face, transforming his annoyance into curiosity tinged with malice.

❛ Well, well, what have we here? It seems that I have a little rat in my manor. ❜

Descending the grand staircase, Alois made his way to the cellar, his bare feet making no sound on the cold stone floor. As he approached, he could hear the intruder's nervous breathing, the sound of someone clearly out of their element.

❛ Well dear mouse? Don’t go all quiet on me now, show yourself. ❜

[edwinpayne-deadboy]

We have turned anon asks back on.

Please don't be weird. I've just fixed whatever curse was placed on me and have been warded from futher curses.

I will personally send you to Hell if you don't listen to the other two Edwins. :>

[razoreesharpe]

they shouldve been at the club ..

[cs300]

Pick up all these broken pieces I have left behind I've left you behind

my scromblos  💜 💜 💜

[gregorsarnsa]

he has his baby WITH HIM wtf

[insilentruin]

The Den of Spider Lilies || @orangetintedglasses

Out in the unpopulated places of No-Man’s Land there can be found many anomalies and curiosities. Some were harmless enough, and some were better left… undisturbed.

One such place was once, one hundred and fifty years ago, the landing sight of one of the many ships to crash on the planet. One that went undiscovered for many years. It sank into the sands of the desert, thought to never be seen again. Wind erosion and time had other plans, as well as the determination of a lone traveler.

Once left to his own devices by his brother; abandoned for the humans, he knew, but it was only a matter of time before he drew his brother back to him. Knives sought out the distant voices he heard buried beneath the sand. A number of his sisters, the dependent Plants of the ship, still lived beneath the rock and sand.

He found and expanded a cave entrance, not visible from a distance, and carved a path into the ship, shifting rock and ensuring the ship sank no further into the planet’s embrace. There were signs humans had awoken from their cold slumber but had not survived long. Knives made sure the rest would never breathe the arid air of this world.

The Plants of the ship were equally grateful to their brother and afraid. He was cold and distant most of the time, mind like a steel trap, calculated and razor sharp. Other times he was angry and plotting, a festering wound of guilt and loneliness deep inside. The rare moments his emotions softened were when he was in direct contact with one of his sisters. He would never harm them, he soothed, would never allow the humans to harm them either.

And though he left for long stretches of time, he always returned there. It became his place of solitude. In the following years, only two of his underlings ever learned of it’s existence, and the icy glare and razor sharp warning he gave to never set foot there made certain they would not dare to tread into his lair.

It took him an untold stretch of time to create the precious object of remembrance. A tribute to why he would choose this path to begin with, a reminder of what he must do. Never before seen in the long histories of humanity. Just like them, the Plants, and himself, one of first three to be autonomous since their creation.

It was rooted in a basin of synthetic grasses and fluids, a soft, radiant glow the only light in the room, cast from its delicate petals. To one of his kind, it radiated a presence like the songs his sisters sing, a gently sustained note in the fabric of their shared mental tapestries.

A beautiful bloom, in icy blues and frosted whites, but not simply a perfect growth of flora, it was so much more than that. And Knives sat in her light, across the way in the otherwise darkly cast room, with a book from the old world open in his hand, and let her song lull his mind.

[spiderden-webber]

the corner is growing