Charles Rowland - Blog Posts

Here are my frames for The Best Frames We Know project !

It was amazing to be able to join the project, everyone on the server is so nice and so skilled. Thank you Ez for making all of this possible !!

I had a lot of fun working on these, I experimented a lot and I think I finally understand how krita works ? (fingers crossed)

"Kill them with kindness" Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK* 🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏🏏

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?

You can't keep them all caged

They will fight and run away

Mother, tell me, so I say

Charles: I like your new pants! Edwin: Thanks, they were 50% off! Charles: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Edwin: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Charles: That’s… not what I meant. Edwin: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Charles.

I mean-

Cat King, mockingly: Well, aren't you sugar and spice and everything nice? Charles: Well, aren't you rudeness and sarcasm and everything… uh… Cat King: No, go on. You find something that rhymes with sarcasm and makes sense and I'll stop acting like an asshole.

Please look at this very much superior post, which gave me the idea in the first place and reminded me that ice slating does very well exist:

Prompt: "This was supposed to be fun"

Charles and Edwin finished solving a case about a ghost who was drowned in a lake and afterward decided to go ice skating as a little celebration and date. Well an unexpected icy snowball strikes Charles and he falls, falls through the ice underneath his feet and falls into the frigid depths. But swimming as a ghost is something quite different from swimming with a corpse and all while you're practically reliving how your living self died in the same tragic setting? That's killer. Charles isn't simply panicking but his brain is completely turning off, primal instincts overriding any last shreds of control he had over his body. He's thrashing in the water like a shark with its fins cut off, utterly helpless.

Edwin is there though. He fishes Charles out of the lake, draping his outer jacket over his hysteric and violently convulsing partner and brings him back to the office. He lays Charles on the couch and moves the entire sofa beside the building's radiator (something originally intended for crystal). He politely pokes his head in Crystal's room-- quite literally-- requests as many blankets she's not using and piles them onto Charles.

When he wakes up/comes to his senses the next morning Edwin is there professionally sitting on the floor beside him and drinking hot cocoa while reading a book. Charles takes his cup and has a sip, shivering at the moist sensation of his clothing sticking to his skin.

What if I was a repressed gay ghost from 1916 and I confessed my love for you on the Stairway To Hell™️ and you made an Orpheus and Eurydice reference and you admitted you're not in love with me back but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur) and told me we had an eternity to figure out what that means for us and that we're still best mates just like we've been for the last 30+ years. What if I was Edwin Payne and you were Charles Rowland. What then.

the way both Edwin and Charles are so adamant about staying together for eternity. They have both stated it explicitly multiple times. They are equally bound together, their love each other so much you know it after their first scene together. They went through hell together and came back. The toiches that linger that neither pays too much attention to. The casual ease they work around each other. Because they have. For decades. G o d they make me insane.