charles and edwins disguises look so married and now I can't stop thinking about some random guy trying to connect with charles in his disguise over 'I hate my wife' jokes and charles goig on a wild tangent about how much he loves his wife and how she's his favorite person in the world and getting really protective because internally he's like: that's not his wife that's his best friend but if he WAS his wife he would love him so much
and then he would simply not get the implications of that and go about his day like "wife successfully defended, friendship successfully friended, job officially jobbed 😃👍🏻"
I was trying to figure out what to call gender-fuckery if you couldn’t/didnt want to swear and I’ve settled on gender-muckery and I think I like it even more
Andrew: “You done talking?”
Neil: “Yeah:)”.
An animation kiss I did back in May. It’s nice to see characters you draw on a daily in motion.
grrm so evil for creating them and not finishing the series
I like the idea that, I've seen mentioned a few times and love it, the boys turn into those little orb things when they're like completely, if they were human they would have passed out, exhausted.
I imagine a soft glow, warm to hold, about the size of an orange, a little weight to it and it doesn't float but drops to the floor and rolls like a ball ~
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It really isn't surprising after everything with hell, Esther, and Niko, that Edwin shifts.
He looks exhausted, and Charles still sees him terrifed and bloody in Hell when he closes his eyes, swaying a little bit where he stands listening to Crystal, and Charles knows what's going to happen before it happens.
The softly glowing orb doesn't even have a chance to drop before Charles snatches it, carefully tucking it away in his coat. It's a warm, little weight against his side.
He loves Crystal, Edwin does too even though he huffs about it, but she doesn't need to see Edwin like this. No one needs to see Edwin like this. The thought of it feels like calling attention to an open wound, advertising a vulnerable spot for someone to exploit or further hurt.
Thankfully, they're all finally free to go home. He doesn't like the idea of leaving Crystal but there's a growing itch to get back home and she shoves him towards the mirror and tells him she's meet up with them later.
Neither Charles or Edwin like being out when one of them is like this.
The first few time it happened, Charles hadn't really thought about it too much. And it happened a lot those first years after his death. He often overdid it, everything going fuzzy before going dark, and then he'd wake up, usually pressed against Edwin's side on the little couch. He always woke up on or next to Edwin and it'd been startling the first few times but he always wakes up comfortable now, no rush to get up.
The first time Edwin shifted in front of Charles, he panicked. Refused to let go of him until, after what seemed like days, Edwin shifted back. Still relaxed enough that he hadn't immediately shoved himself off Charle's lap and he hadn't fought the hug too hard either.
He's only see Edwin like that a few times but to be on the other side of it, he understands why Edwin always relaxes when Charles shifts back. It's a powerful and terrifying feeling, to hold something so small and vulnerable and know it's the most important person in the world to you.
As he got to know Edwin more, Charles had the horrible realization that Edwin had been in Hell for over 70 years and surely he must have been exhausted plenty of times when down there. What happened to him when he shifted?
Charles didn't know what Hell looked like or what really happened down there but he pictured the little orb rolling around on the floor, being kicked, or someone finding other ways to hurt it. He had finally asked, so worked up he hadn't even thought about if Edwin would want to talk about, because he needed to know.
He'd gotten a gentle look from Edwin and an answer.
While he was absolutely exhausted in hell, he never shifted. Hell takes a lot of things away and the relief of sleep or unconsciousness is one of them.
So, honestly, Edwin had lasted longer than Charles thought he would. He half expected that he'd have to lunge for the orb as soon as they fell back through the door from Hell.
Thinking too much about Hell and Esther makes him a nasty mix of furious and terrified, so he forces himself to focus on the present.
He holds Edwin closer his chest as he sinks onto the couch. He's emotionally exhausted and in the silence of everything, finally has a moment to think about the love confession on the stairs of hell.
He doesn't know what to do with that liar but he was right when he told Edwin they had forver to figure it out.
He lays out on the couch, feet hanging off the far end and his head on the armrest, the orb on his chest and his hands almost petting at it. Holding it like this means that when Edwin shifts back he'll be sprawled over Charles, something that will probably have him flustered and immediately trying to get up and off.
Charles hopes he's sleepy and comfortable when he changes back though, that he just settles there without over thinking it.
Just the two of them existing together in the same space.
This is where any information pertaining to Orbwin and Chorb is stored for any use and for all to see. Written by that-trans-autistic-guy, with an assist by @technically-human who made the first depiction of the orb boys. List is to be updated, please message @that-trans-autistic-guy to request an addition to the list.
Ship name is Chorbwin
The orbs can purr in the same way cats do. Results in a visual vibration and soft sound. They have limited awareness in orb form, so it follows the feelings of safety and comfort.
The gravitate towards each other slightly, not unlike magnets
Often just soft, warm light but can occasionally be in their hero colors: blue for Edwin, red for Charles
The orbs give off warmth, one the dead and living alike can feel
Carry These Torches For You - that_trans_autistic_guy
You Said, “I’ll Never Leave You Alone” - Aster_Flower114
A Better Place, A Better Time - TheFanficMustFlow
Why Do I Tire of Counting Sheep? - carpediemma
The Many Forms of Phantoms - thegirlofthorns
Orbing With Edwin and Charles - grammarglamour
Fic by @/waywardsonsanddaughters
Recharging - @technically-human
Recharging II - @technically-human
The Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94 - @technically-human
Niko and Orbwin - @gaypanicattackonlegs
Orbwin in Charles’ Jacket - @fellow-fandom-fruitifier
Portable Boyfriend - @jube-art
Portable Boyfriend Part 2 - @jube-art
The Girls and Chorbwin - @arisprite
Chorbwin But Colored - @terresdebrume
Simple Orbs - @crosnt
Great Orb Incident of ‘02 - @edwinspaynes
First Sighting of ‘Chorbwin’ - @ace-misplaced
“ChOrBWIn” - @pippin-katz
Hyperactive Chorb - @khrorazir
Chorbwin Comic - @2ndfannypack
Gods I feel so dehydrated now LMAO
(yes I did basically cry the whole way through act 3 of arcane season 2) (slaying the day away fr)
Hey what if I just sobbed forever and ever
”Crawling back to you”.
Not the andreil content I was expecting…
having a lot of toh thoughts tonight, so here's a few :] I think that king and the collector would be life partners ( probably platonically, but mostly just whatever keeps them together forever hehe)
i also think the collector would take luz's passing the hardest (given their history with it and all...) and i think she'd know this and do her best to prepare them for it. so here's me trying to deal with all that.
these boys need to stop bringing work home, all their notes are about to be sticky (hextech gemstone from the hexstrap trust me 🤭)