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I'm actually so very obsessed with the werewolf!Edwin vampire!Charles au, the feeding art was so soft yet dramatic, tysm

The first time Charles wears Edwin’s jacket is when he’s dying.

Shivering from the cold, from the pain, from the ‘help’ his teacher forced upon him.

His cheeks burn, everything at once is on fire and ice cold, Charles can still taste his own vomit, lingering after his history teacher had brought Charles into a side office to ‘help’ him.

Fat lot of good he did, tricking Charles like that. Injecting something thick and viscous and milky yellow into Charles already bruised side. Charles had kicked the man off and bolted, fully panicking now, with an empty syringe stuck in him.

He takes that out immediately once he’s safe in the attic, hissing in pain as he does so- god damn that’s the largest needle Charles had ever seen, the label on the stupid syringe just said Renfield's Venom - Exotic.

Charles is shivering to death when another boy turns the corner, a thick fur jacket around his shoulders and a lantern in his hand.

They make small talk, for a brief moment, before Edwin starts gathering up all the forgotten gym towels that seem to have been stored away up here.

Charles can’t get warm no matter how many they pile onto his shoulders, wrap around his knees. He’s shivering harder, and that blistering fire of pain seems to be spreading up from the bruised injection sight to his other injuries now, finding each spot the boys on the team had hit him with rocks.

It’s almost an hour before Edwin seems to have a brief internal debate-

And hands Charles his coat.

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Do you know? Charles wears Edwin's fur coat in this AU

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Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief | The Case of the Devlin House, Dead Boy Detectives (2024)

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AU in which the chancellor dies in a freak (probably Zillo-beast related) accident. Everyone is attending his funeral and really, the Jedi are trying really hard to mourn but it’s incredibly difficult to when the entirety of the coruscant guard is apparently throwing a mental and spiritual party so loud in the Force Dathomir can feel it.

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seasons greetings 

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making this on my phone with very little sleep or consideration, but i think the point stands

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Fun fact: Max Carrados is in fact named "Max Wynn" which means that he is known generally as "Wynn Carrados", ("'Winning Wynn' to his old school friend and detective partner - though they're on first name basis generally) meaning that the fic writers who let Charles call Edwin "Win" as a nickname would actually have some cute justification.

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i simply had to write a little something inspired by this phenomenal payneland AU comic by @idliketobeatree !!! so this is their first hug once charles can finally see and touch edwin, after years of edwin being a ghostly presence in his life <3

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In the end, Charles is the one who gives Edwin the biggest, tightest hug.

Edwin is stiff at first. Then he melts into it, his spectral body softening like so much candle wax in Charles' arms. He has wanted to hold Charles in just this way for an abominably long time. He simply had not imagined it would be Charles almost bowling him over with such pure excitement just at the sight of him. He does not think anyone has ever been so pleased to be in his presence. "Charles!" he exclaims in surprise, something between a squawk and a laugh startling out of him—but Charles is nuzzling him now, and sighing happily, tucking his nose into Edwin's collar and not letting go, and Edwin can muster little else to say. Charles is warm against him, inexplicably and wonderfully so, and it has been so achingly long since Edwin has been held like this. Perhaps he has never been held like this, because he has never been held by Charles Rowland before. Charles Rowland, who rocks him a little bit from side to side as though Edwin is something long-lost and dear, something familiar eagerly rediscovered. When Charles pulls back he's beaming. "That was brills," he enthuses. "Don't know how long I've been wanting to do that, really. Feels like ages. Hope you're fine with me being a proper octopus, mate." Then he hesitates. "That—wait—that wasn't too much, was it? I mean, I don't wanna overwhelm you or nothing—" "Charles," Edwin says. "All is well. I was merely surprised at first by your... exuberance." Charles cuts a glance at Edwin, an altogether too-charming one through his lashes, abashed but persistent. "Well, 'course I'm exuberant, aren't I? Just found out my best ghost mate is proper real. Had me thinking I'd gone round the bend for a tick." A pause, and a different sort of shyness. "So... the hugging... it's okay, then? Not gonna run off on me?" Edwin, it seems, is learning even more new ghost rules as they speak. He feels his face heat; something he had not thought possible. "I admit it was not as common in my time as it is in yours to embrace quite so freely. Yet I find myself..." He coughs delicately. "Perfectly amenable." "Oh," Charles says. Edwin wonders if he imagines a matching flush rising on Charles' cheeks. "Good. That's good." He rocks back on his heels, looks like he's biting back another thousand-watt grin—the kind that Edwin has witnessed secondhand but, in the short time Charles has been able to aim it at him directly, has begun doing truly perilous things to Edwin's long-dead and incorporeal insides. "God, I can't believe I can properly hear you! Like, you've got a, a voice and all. And—" He gestures broadly at Edwin. "Wow. Y'know?" "Yes," Edwin says faintly. "I believe I do know."

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Edwin: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Monty, code name: Been There, Done That. Charles is Currently Doing That. Thomas is It Happened Once in a Dream; Niko, code name: If I Had To Pick a Woman. Crystal is... Eagle Two.

Crystal: Oh thank God.

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You know what really fucking Annoys Me about internet censorship is stuff like swear words being heavily censored because that's entirely an American cultural hangup being forced on the rest of us. I don't know a single country where swearing is as taboo as it is in America. In fact most languages have swear words that would have the same effect on an American as giving a Victorian chimney sweep a pepsi max cherry.

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why would you do this to me

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just heard the most beautiful sentence at work

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LMAOOOO

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Vi + manspreading

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The holy grail of searching through academic literature is coming across a string of publications that are like:

Here’s An Idea. Smith et al. 2016

Terrible Idea; a comment on Smith et al. 2016. Johnson 2016.

You’re Wrong Too; a response to Johnson 2016. Nelson 2016.

Guys Just Stop Fighting, None Of Us Know What’s Going On; a Review of the Current Literature. McBrien 2017.