Dead Boy Fandom!!

"but aroaces can still feel lo-" shut up. it doesn't matter if we can feel love or not. why is this always your defense to why aroaces should be valid? it gets even worse with alloaces and alloaros. people constantly saying "aces can still have sex!!" and "aros can still have love and have partners!!" YES, they can, but you aren't bringing that up just to bring awareness towards aroaces. No, you are using that fact as a way to ignore and condemn the part that makes us aroace; the lack of attraction. I'm sick and tired of seeing aces and aros have to defend themselves by bringing up all the other ways they can love. Why can't we for once celebrate the parts of us that DON'T love?

I know Charles is obviously bisexual within the context of the show (no way that boy is straight) and Steve Yackey officially said in an interview he and Edwin will "develop their relationship beyond friendship" in season 2 (if it will be able to happen of course).

But I still need DC to canonically confirm Charles as bi. I cannot go through this again. I am sick of baiting. Yes he's obviously bi but I still need it announced. I need it to be absolute, to shush anyone who would doubt it. I need to hear it.

It's pride month now DC, you have the perfect opportunity. It can't be any more perfect.

post was lightly edited because English is not my native language and I wanted to rephrase some stuff better

So far the cameos established that Edwin is the faster runner between the two (we been knew), and that Charles would take Edwin on a fun, sporty date where Edwin would probably pick whatever they were doing up easily and maybe even win and that vision is gonna keep rotating in my head forever now

Going to the park so Charles could show Edwin the basics of cricket

Badminton date

Golfing date

Fencing date

POOL DATE

reblog this if you're okay with booping spams please !!

In the spirit of this holiday (it's Passover rn) I have a question for queer people of different cultures/ religions/ groups around the world.

Do your culture/ religion have specific traditions/ customs for LGBTQ people?

There's a relatively new Jewish tradition in Passover of including an orange on the Sedder plate to represent and support LGBTQ people.

It got me thinking if other cultures have things like that as well.

Do you have any specific traditions/ slangs/ symbols in your culture to represent queer people?

I couldn't find enough information online so I would love to hear from you about your diffrent cultures!

You're welcome to leave a comment here/ reblog/ leave a message in the asks box anyway is fine! Even just sending a link to an article would be appreciated.

In addition:

The office's sofa

Things that have inspired countless fanfics and fan theories after only a few seconds of screen time:

the Cluedo games in the closet

the Cat King’s private audience chamber

Niko’s manga collection

Edwin’s maps of Hell

the boys as orbs

I love this fandom.

Omg I'm so happy to be invited to the party! <3

I'll bring like a billion heart shaped small chocolates (dark chocolate, milk chocolate and white chocolate so anyone can have their preference) wrapped with a silver and gold wraps!

I don't know a lot of people unfortunately but here are @shaylogic @jcforsapphics @emeriart !

WE’RE DOING ANOTHER MOOT SLEEPOVER TAG IS:

Moot sleepover <3

(the heart as well)

GRAB YOUR MUTUALS AND LETS GO!!

@discarded-like-your-roses @seagull9111

LETS GOOOOO !!!!

“Obviously, Despair is now connected to Edwin, so it would be fun to explore where that goes after their encounter,” she says. With the show now officially a part of Netflix’s “The Sandman” universe, Yockey says a second season would be a great time to rope in Desire (Mason Alexander Park), who could be a tempting figure to put in front of the Dead Boys as they build relationships beyond their friendship.

~Variety article 4/26/24 by Hunter Ingram

I'm seriously freaking out about all the potential character interactions y'all I'm gonna need medical support to get through season 2

Unfortunately I will not be able to finish the payneland fic I wanted on time to publish it on my birthday, however I will publish a snippet for now!

It's a fencing fic, because I'm a fencer Edwin truther, and the boys 100% fence as a game between them so my fic is based about that. Edwin tries to suggest fencing to talk about things and resolve the awkwardness that started between them after the love confession. It's not very long after Port Townsend.

I'm going to try to continue working on it to finish it on time but I'm at a bar on the beach that has loud distracting music to celebrate my birthday, I can't make any promises. However I will publish it tomorrow. Here is the snippet for now!

Charles was sitting on the desk, his legs on the chair, staring vacantly out of a window for the past few hours.

Edwin, who was reading a book on the sofa, eventually had enough of this new awkward distance between them and snapped, deciding he was going to do something about it, shake Charles out of it in any way he could.

.......

He tossed Charles his foil- a golden one with a left handed handle. Edwin’s foil was silver, matching Charles’ set. “Pick it up, we are going to fence.” He declared.

“What?” Charles looks up, shaking off from his thoughts and turned to his best friend, blinking surprised.

“I said, pick it up, we are going to fence. Frankly, I've had enough of your distant behaviour recently and I cannot let it pass any second longer. You cannot fool me, Charles Rowland, I know you, and after Port Townsend you have never made the return quite to your senses yet. So we are going to fence, and we are going to talk, in the way we do things. Because clearly something has gone wrong with you recently you refuse to let me in about.”

“Mate, there is nothing wro-” Charles started making himself force out a laugh in defence, but Edwin cut him.

“I have simply confessed to being in love, Charles, I have not been turned into a fool in all that regards you. I have known you for over 30 years, Charles Rowland, and I can tell when things are wrong. Yet you don’t come to me, although you are clearly bothered by me. Sometimes, I have to wonder if you still consider us best friends after all-” his voice break, trailing off.

“What? Mate, of course you are-” Charles rushed to defend against Edwin's words.

“Then talk with me, Charles. Fence with me, like we used to. Because I miss having my best friend around, and I don’t know what to think of you recently. Talk to me, please.” Edwin moves Charles’ foil on the desk closer to him, offering it to him again.

Charles took a few moments of thinking in silence before he responded again. They could fence, he supposes, he did miss them too, but- “Look, Edwin, mate, I don’t want to fight you- You are still pretty banged up from Esther’s house.” Not a lie, they both still had some traces of their iron burns. Esther’s house was still relatively fresh- they tried to bury it but the events of Port Townsend only took place twelve days ago.

Unfortunately, iron burns take an annoying amount of time to heal. Although not as bad now, slight traces of their burns still left.

They have been taking cases slower because of it, working on easy ones to start. Both of them acting more out of concern for the other than actually to themselves.

“Oh, you assume you would be able to get close to me?” Edwin teased arching his brow and Charles bit his lips, cheeks flushing slightly. Bollocks. Okay, his self confidence was hot-

Seeing him announcing it cockily and sure of himself like that ignited a fond and playful spark in Charles- he liked his overconfidence.

“I assure you, even in my lesser state I can still, as I believe they say today, ‘kick your ass’. You, on the other hand, have been shutting off from me for weeks, and I simply will not sit here and allow our friendship to continue suffering any longer. So please, fence with me again. Challenge me, if you will.”

“Edwin-” Charles gruntle sighing pretending to be rolling his eyes in decline, then he quickly picks up his foil going out to a surprise attack, a spark of mischief igniting back in him.

Adrenaline was flooding his ghost veins, in a good way-

He loved this. This was them. It just felt right.

Edit: fic posted! It's the most recent post below the pinned one on my blog!

'If you wanted us to be crushed or devestated, we are but we're also bloody angry, and you won't be taking us anywhere. We won't be having it. We still have a purpose, we're the dead boy detective agency!' ⊹ ࣪ ˖