#the agency office

[gameo-archive]

"Can I hear a "wahoo"?

Thank you Jayden 😅

Had to find out his favourite set after George got so frazzled deciding last time and hey more fun TV magic lore unlocked!

IWTV needs to be easier to watch in the UK, we've only got s1 we can watch legally 🥺#SaveDeadBoyDetectives"

"I asked about George's favourite set/location last time so I'm curious what Jayden's answer is? Did he also nab any props? If you could be in any TV/film series which would it be? (I hope for Doctor Who appearances one day)"

[gameo-archive]

"Hi George & Jayden! Two questions: first, can you talk a bit about what you think Charles and Edwin's respective day-to-day lives looked like? I (Veronica) have always wanted to know more about Charles' friends & school life. (Was he popular? Did he live on campus? How much do the boys know about each others' lives before death?) Second, Nika wants to know if there were any past disastrous/fiasco cases like the puppy debacle or chewing gum debacle. If so, what happened in those cases? Thank you so much for doing this, we both love and appreciate everything you've given our fandom and feel lucky to have you as our Charles & Edwin! <3"

I got my cameo with the amazing @alltimefail 💖 who I am forever grateful for.

George and Jayden talk about some of the boys' incidents before the famous chewing gum and puppy incidents and talk about what Charles was like when he was at St. Hilarion.

I am forever grateful for the opportunity to get this cameo and will never shut up about the fact that George and Jayden know our twitter. We are too popular sjsjjsjs

And I have to admit my favorite part of the cameo is when George tries to pronounce my user name and Jayden laughs. I love these guys so much. Thank you V @alltimefail for making dreams come true aaawww 💖

[carebeardean]

Charles whose dad smashed his cassette tape with a hammer learns to navigate the backpack cause, like, he needs to be useful, yeah?

and this way Charles has everything Edwin needs, and if Edwin gets sick of him he’ll just.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

but then Edwin gets the record player.

he suggests, tentatively, that Charles might play some of his “queen” if he liked. after all, if they are to haunt potential realtors away from their new office, they may as well entertain themselves.

so they take turns, switching out; edwin likes opera. he shows Charles how to waltz, chiding Charles to stop looking at his feet til they’re gliding, whirling around like they’re in the movies. Edwin’s smile is small and pleased and lovely. (Charles attempt to get Edwin to headbang along to queen results in a sort of awkward rhythmic nodding. Charles loves him so much he could die again.)

And, like. Edwin doesn’t like clutter. he doesn’t bother with the random tidbits ghosts give them for solving cases.

until now, apparently.

now he comes back from trading at the goblin market with little useless things—a cursed rubix cube, records from bands Charles mentioned years ago.

Charles is so busy trying to subtly read his book on Edwardian courting rituals (disguised by Nikos discreet manga covers) that he doesn’t realize what Edwin’s set down in front of him. he stares at Edwin’s spiky handwriting, the tidy numbered list.

“I thought, perhaps, that we might—start a new tradition.”

Charles blinks, eyes stinging. “Mate, did you.. make me a mixtape?”

“Crystal assisted me, and while she was absolutely insuffer—“ Edwin staggers, catching him with a surprised little noise.

“I love you so much,” Charles says, muffled into his throat. “You’re my favorite person. I love you so much it hurts, sometimes.”

“Yes,” Edwin says softly, hands curling around his waist. He takes Charles weight like it’s nothing. “I believe I know the feeling.”

this is a longer fic on ao3 now!

[cptnwynnie]

Pop quiz! What do you do when you come home and find a kid in your office who is actually an alternate version of your best friend from another universe who has somehow ended up here via vague hand-wavey undefined circumstances?

[koszmarnybudyn]

Just a lazy aftenoon

[gameo-archive]

Another direct link :)

always having thoughts abt the Agency and this George cameo dropped by @etheriiart over on twitter where he answers "what did you think the early days of the detective agency were like and how did they end up in that office space? Do they have to pay rent using their disguises?" and wow am I having a time with the answers:

He wonders if the office space is on top of an old, traditional, London building.

Charles and Edwin finding this abandoned, bare room.

He likes the idea of them stumbling across something that looks like the attic in St. Hilarion's and then reclaiming it but turning it into an office space.

Decorating it with their trinkets, toys, magical objects, and board games.

The caseboard would've appeared when they realised it was more than just a hobby and something they were rather good at.

He thinks Charles is quite good at DIY [tho he doesn't want to comment on Jayden's behalf].

The space is kind of undiscovered, a hidden room inaccessible by humans.

Or, if it is, they'd suggest it was haunted [but he thinks it's impossible to access].

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

Floorplan of the Armed Detective Agency Office, From Guidebook Vol. 1 - English Translation

[dietcokegirly12]

“Needy Boy”

featuring dazai osamu ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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art credit: @chasityblankenship10 on pinterest

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tags: handjob, slight voyerism?, office sex, needy dazai, impatient dazai, teasing, dom!reader, possibly more

KINKTOBER OCT. 5 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ཐི ₍^. ̞.^₎ ཋྀ ་༘࿐

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You stared down at the paperwork Fukuzawa had dropped off at your desk, a tall stack of white papers neatly stacked and paper-clipped together with the title of the latest mission you had led against the Guild.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. You would be stuck at the office for a while more.

Looking over, you see your coworker, Dazai staring at you with half-lidded brown eyes, his attention rapt on you.

You and Dazai weren’t exactly in any sort of relationship, but one time after a particularly rough mission, you had been sharing a room and it became a matter of convenience. It was now common for between or before missions for you to find each other for a quick fuck but now was really not the time.

“Whatcha doing?”

You were jolted out of your reverie from a familiar sultry voice right next to you.

Turning to face him, you sighed internally.

“Dazai.” you said coolly, folding your arms across your chest.

“Bella,” he purred, his eyes as mischievous as ever. “Don’t give me that look. You know you want me just as much as I..”

“What do you want?” you said sharply, cutting him off. “I have stuff to do.”

He leans closer to you, his eyes dark and sparkling. “Well bella, that’s just the problem. So do I, but I can’t seem to focus with your presence so close.”

“Not my problem,” you say simply, turning your attention back to your papers, printing the details of the mission in black ink, and trying to ignore his proximity, and the intoxicating scent of him so close.

“Oh but yes it is.” His silky voice cuts through any focus you had on your work, as do his warm, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist, and lifting your hand to drop it over his lap, where you can feel a hard bulge straining through his tan slacks.

You inhale sharply, and instinctively curl your fingers around him, drawing a slight gasp from him as his hips shift further into your touch.

“Dazai!” you hiss, retracting your hand almost immediately, drawing a small involuntary whine from him. “We’re at work!”

He moves closer to you, so his thigh brushes yours, looking up at you with big brown eyes, his breath slightly shaky. “No one is even near us. They’re out at lunch. Just please. Need it so bad.”

You look into his pitiful, brown eyes practically begging for you to touch him, and the way his pants strain tightly around the slight outline of his cock.

You stare at him for a second more, but you can never quite say no to those eyes.

With a resigned breath, you place your hand over his bulge again, rubbing slightly.

He immediately lets out a sigh of relief and pleasure, his head lolling slightly.

“Not a sound.” you warn, your hand tightening slightly.

He nods, his lips tightly pressed together.

And slowly, you reach for his zipper, pulling it down slowly and slipping your hands into his pants to pull out his hardened cock.

You would never say it, but Dazai had a very pretty dick. It was flushed pink, leaking precum from the tip and was very long, jutting up proudly against his stomach.

He shifted slightly, opening his legs wider with a small sigh.

You slowly pumped him, sliding your finger against his slit and smearing precum down his length as a lubricant.

His hips lifted and stuttered as he watched you, his breathing becoming heavier.

You tightened your grip slightly, watching as more precum spilled out.

“Such a slut,” you sighed. “Couldn’t even wait until we got off work.”

He whimpered at this, a needy look on his face as he bit his lip.

Your hand picked up pace as you slightly twisted your hand up and down, small grunts and slight groans spilling from his lips.

His hips stuttered as he arched into your touch, pleading for more, more.

“F-faster.” he whimpered, nuzzling his head into your neck, letting out shaky breaths.

Your hand slowed as he said this, until you were barely stroking him, your thumb ghosting over his tip. “What was that? Are you trying to take more than I’m giving you?”

He whined at the loss of contact, shaking his head frantically. “No no. Please don’t stop. I’m sorry.”

“Good boy.” you cooed, your hand picking up speed again as his breaths became more and more labored.

He began slightly thrusting up into your hand, soft moans falling from his lips as his dick twitched in your hand.

One hand came to cup his heavy balls and your other hand tightened and pumped him faster, his hips stuttering and becoming more erratic.

“Close?” you teased, only going faster.

“Fuck, yes, just keep.. oh mhm.”

His thrusts became sloppier and his voice more breathy as he babbled your name and how good you were making him feel, his climax fast approaching.

Three more strokes and he’s spurting hot, white ropes into your hand and your desk, his head falling forward, sweaty dark hair stuck to his forehead as his hips twitch before stilling.

You shake your head slightly, and pull his dark locks up to face you. “What a naughty, messy boy.”

His eyes are lidded and a satisfied smirk tilts his lips up as he opens his mouth, waiting.

You shake your head before leaning down to capture his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

Cleaning up, he tucks himself back into his pants, and as you’re tidying your space, you notice splotches of sticky white covering the paperwork you were supposed to be finishing.

Just then, the doors to the Agency swing open, and you hear Fukuzawa’s voice.

“Have you finished the report yet?”

[gemsouffle]

Headcannon that the ADA relentlessly abuses junichiro's ability by playing the floor is lava

[gameo-archive]

Do you think Edwin knows fencing/would you like to portray him fencing?

Do you have a favourite part from the comics?

How do you imagine Charles and Edwin's first days at the agency, dynamics-wise? How did they become what they are today?

You said in the past that if you could choose another Endless to meet it would be Desire. What do you think their meeting would be like?

MY CAMEOS HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE.

I have sent a few, this man is INSANE I have sent the last one only about an hour and a half ago max and I already got that somehow??? After I just got the others???

Anyway this is the first one!

I'm actually writing a fic about Edwin and Charles fencing for fun at the office I loved to hear about the helmets so much!!!

I'm going to use some of the words he said in my fic, other are welcome too! Edwin is such a posh/ affectionate fencing fits him so well.

I want Desire and Edwin to meet so badly (Desire would so LOVE to torture them (I love my little blorbo so much he's adorable that's why I want him to suffer💗)). I like the fics where Desire helps the boys to figure things out but also speaking about canon Desire, they are a menace, a meeting with them would be so angsty. They are gods they don't really care for mortals, they would love to cause drama and angst. They would love to torture this repressed (although he is a bit more comfortable now he's still more of a stiff person in general) sad boy that has so much yearning and so much drama potential between him and his best friend.

Yucky already said he wants to bring them in season 2 I'm sooo waiting for this drama I just know it's going to be good.

Anyway, posting my other cameo requests soon!

[demelzathemer]

I think Edwin enjoys classical music concerts. Charles not so much (he thinks they're too long and boring, but what does a ghost have if not time?) but he enjoyes seeing Edwin happy and content.

They would find empty seats on a cozy corner of the concert hall, where they could sit close together. It wouldn't take long before Charles would rest his head on Edwin's shoulder and close his eyes, staying like that for the entirety of the concert. Basically getting free pass for cuddling because he sure loves Edwin's personal space.

One time Edwin takes him to see a philharmonic orchestra performing music from the Star Wars movies as a surprise. (You can't tell me Charles didn't sneak into the movies as a kid to see the original trilogy) Charles was too excited to nap that time and it was Edwin's turn to watch him being happy.

They have a gramophone in the office and loads of records from the decades, as well as a cassette player, a radio and some CDs. Over the years they have managed to hunt down all of Charles' favorite tapes from his original collection. (Crystal has tried to introduce them to the idea of Spotify, but the boys love their physical pieces.)

Just one of their hobbies apart from board games, detective movies, books and sports!

[periwinkla]

I implore you to imagine their anime voices here. /out of context wip from the narumitsu comic 💙❤️ PS. I'm going to post the wips on ko-fi first, as I don't need to care about the time to post stuff, so if you want to see them as soon as they're posted... -> here

[ttrpgcafe]

I've had a fascination recently with what I'm affectionately calling "office-horror", things like the Laundry Files, Triangle Agency, The Bureau for Liminal Horror, and, many years ago, the podcast SAYER. I don't know why this particular genre of horror calls to me, but I wonder if it isn't related to me wanting a job in civil service, which almost certainly entails working in an office. Like, I don't know what to expect, and that's manifesting as an anxiety about the work that has me fascinated with this genre of horror, I think. Idk, I'm mostly just rambling, but I thought I might see if there's a more concrete answer from the wider world for why people like this kind of horror.

[gameo-archive]

Do you have a backstory for the agendy's office?

Who do the boys rent it from?

How do they pay, if at all? Perhaps that building is just declared haunted.

Where in London is the office situated? From what one can see of the neighbourhood it doesn't exactly look like the posh areas, like Kensington, Chelsea or Belgravia.

My second Cameo from George. I asked about the boys’ office. I love how he describes it as a safe haven for the boys that in a way resembles the attic at St. Hilarion’s where they first met. I also totally agree with where he would place it in London: centrally, in a side street off Oxford Street or something similar is where I would have put it as well (and actually kinda did in my fic Eight Seconds).

Link to video

[maglorthecrab]

the wright anything agency go fishing!

[cas110520]

The brain rot is brain rotting. I made the Dead Boy Detectives (Edwin, Charles, Crystal, and Niko) and their office and the Cat Kings warehouse all in the sims 4 - I am going to make the Cat King next of course