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fanoftheimagines · 20 days

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My Breath through the Deep Water

Pairing: (pre-relationship) Edwin Payne/Charles Rowlan/Ghost!Reader

Reader Gender: AFAB Trans Masc / Non-Binary

CW: pre-canon, reader is dead, neglectful/abusive parents, chronic illness & anemia, implied periods, yearning (everyone is yearning, everyone is oblivious), discussion of spousal murder & abuse, supernatural activity, Death & Dream cameo, you can pry Y/N from my cold dead hands

Word Count: 3,098

Summary: Dying in your sleep was supposed to guarantee your spot in the Dreaming. But when you end up stuck as a ghost on the mortal plane, you go to the only ghosts who can help: the Dead Boy Detectives.

A/N: I have fallen for the dead sad bois. This show is perfect and I am attached to them now. Title from Deep Water by American Authors. The reader’s backstory is based off my chronically ill childhood. Reader is meant to be around the boys’ age. I think this probably the longest one-shot I’ve ever written, so cheers to that!

Shout out to lilacclorceta for beta reading this for me!

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--- 1992 ---

The wooden door with a windowpane stood right in front of you. You took in a deep breath – one you arguably didn’t need anymore – and walked through. There were two ghostly teenage boys inside, one sitting at the desk in the middle of the room and one fiddling with the clearly-marked cases board. A nervous ball wadded in your stomach. Asking for help was never your forte, but you were at your wits end.

“Um…” You mumbled, “Excuse me?” The two boys looked up. The one in a suit and bowtie raised an eyebrow while the one in red gave you a welcoming smile. “Are you the Dead Boy Detectives?”

“That we are!” The one in red said, before turning to look at the other. He nodded. “Come in. I’m Charles, this is Edwin. How can we help you?”

You stepped further in carefully. “I… um… I need your help figuring out why I’m here…”

Edwin – the one in the suit and bowtie – nodded and gestured to the spot in front of the desk. “Please, we’ll need to know everything.”

Charles walked around and sat on the edge of the desk, angled toward Edwin. Again, you took a breath you didn’t need. “Death never came for me and I… I have no idea why…” Charles’ face flooded with sympathy. Edwin’s remained blank. “Thing is,” you hesitated, looking over their heads as you spoke, “I know where I was supposed to go, technically speaking. But I just… didn’t.”

Edwin quirked a brow in intrigue. “And you do not have any unfinished business? You’re positive?”

“No, that’s the thing. If I do, I don’t know what it is.” You responded, looking to him.

“So, what happened?” Charles probed. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is, how’d you die?”

You sighed and looked at your hands. Death never came for you. Just another sad occurrence in your already depressing life. A sick, painful, lonely life. You’d died as you’d lived: alone. Neglectful parents combined with a severe bleeding disorder left you sickly and weak until the very end. No one rushed to help you, always taking their time to try anything. Months before any medication to help with your heavy bleeding, and months more until a single blood transfusion, losing more and more lifeblood every day. As you grew weaker, you spent more time sleeping. It’s there you discovered an escape: the Dreaming. You spent your short years stuck at home, visiting the Dreaming to help with the ache. Your friends – if you could call them that, given they were dreams – said you’d stay in the Dreaming were you to die there. It was a hopeful outlook, given your rotten luck in life.

And then you died in your sleep. You were in the Dreaming at the time. You blinked, felt a strange tug at your core, then opened your eyes to your bedroom, your pale corpse lifeless under the covers.

A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you told them your story. You quickly wiped it away with your thumb. “Sorry, still fresh.”

“Hey, don’t worry. Only natural, isn’t it? Dying alone sounds scary, I’m sorry you went through that.” Charles said.

Edwin’s face was twisted in fascination and curiosity. “Charles, a word?” He interrupted, facing Charles.

He dragged him into the closet before he could respond. Their voices were muffled through the door. You fiddled with your fingers, anxiety swelling in your throat. “I can pay!” You suddenly burst, voice just loud enough you hoped they could hear you.

Charles stepped out first and sat back on the desk. Edwin stood straight – his hands clasped all proper – next to him. “We’ll take your case.”

“Oh, thank you.” A relieved breath left you.

“Now, you said you could pay?” He continued inquisitively.

You nodded. “Right, well I inherited a collection of rare books on the supernatural from my grandmother. The books are still there. I don’t think my parents are ready to move on yet, honestly. They’re yours, if you help me.”

“Oh, brills! Edwin’s always looking to add more to his collection, right Edwin?” Charles smiled – almost smitten, if you didn’t know any better – at Edwin.

Edwin fought back a smile. “Yes, Charles, thank you.” He nodded his head toward you. “Now, let us get started.”

--- 1999 ---

“I come bearing gifts, my friends!” You smiled widely as you walked through the office mirror. A thick manila file was in your hand.

“You are aces, you are!” Charles laughed, taking the file from your hand. “Oh, look at this, old Mr. Brewer’s got some nasty skeletons, eh?” Edwin peered over his shoulder.

“Interesting. So, he caused the death of a young woman 48 years ago, and yet she didn’t seek revenge until now?” Edwin remarked before looking up at you. “Well done.”

Charles handed the file to him and swung an arm around your shoulder. “That’s a compliment in Edwin’s book, right there.” He squeezed you against him. The comforting pressure had you leaning in further.

“Thank you. I’m glad I could help.” You smiled, glancing at the pretty boy with his arm around you. “Gotta give you a reason to keep me around, right?” It was a half-joke – something frankly pitiful if you were honest with yourself.

“Nah, none of that,” he chuckled, squeezing you again, “we like you, don’t we? Besides, your case isn’t solved. Not a good look, if you ask me.”

“Yes, you’ve become a valuable member of the Dead Boy Detective Agency. We’d both be completely lost without you.” Edwin snarked, half sarcastically. “Now, did you happen to learn anything else from this source of yours?”

You smirked. “Apparently, Brewer’s nephew bought a typewriter from a seller of supernatural artifacts last year.”

“And, let me guess, she was the original owner? Oh, that’s brills.” Charles leaned over Edwin, practically resting his chin on his shoulder. His chocolate brown eyes scanned the page. “Haunted objects are practically our bread and butter.”

Your gaze rested on him for a moment before you tore it away. You dug out a scrap of paper out of your inner jacket pocket. “Yeah. My source, as you so called her, said this would help with sorting it out.” You handed it to Edwin.

He nodded and scanned it. “Wonderful, I’ll get to work on this. You two do some leg work, find out what you can about this scorned woman.”

--- SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET ---

Charles and you walked into the house. It had been abandoned after Thomas Brewer’s death. His only living family was his nephew, who didn’t want to live in the city. The only ones hanging around seemed to be Brewer himself and this unknown woman. It was dark. The windows were drawn to keep out street light. The furniture was covered with white tarps. Blood stains surrounded the single armchair in the living room. Other than that, nothing out of the ordinary.

The two of you split up. You took to the main floor, Charles upstairs. You skirted around the red-stained floor. The bookcase left of the telly was practically overflowing with books. The old man had clearly collected. And there, sitting right in the middle of the fourth shelf, was the typewriter. It looked normal, just a regular typewriter. You really wouldn’t know it was haunted by an apparently malicious ghost. You didn’t touch it – you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you did. Instead, you went to the office off the living room.

The large wooden desk was covered in a thick layer of dust. The right drawer was locked. You opened all the others. Nothing of note on the woman, unfortunately. Behind the desk, a painting of a lakefront. You pulled it off the wall to reveal a wall safe. Typical.

“Found something!” You called, leaving the room to find Charles.

He was in the main bedroom. His back was to the door as he read a leather-bound book. He tilted his head to you as you walked in. “He definitely killed her.”

“Diary?” You asked, sitting next to him.

He hummed and shifted the book for you to read too. “Her name was Mary. She was his wife.” He paused and closed his eyes. “He pushed her down the stairs when she tried to leave him.”

“Oh,” you muttered, forcing your eyes away from the book. “Then, I suppose he deserved it.”

“Yeah…” His voice dropped slightly and you could sense his anger rising. Your hand slid easy into his and gave it a comforting squeeze. His shoulder slumped against yours. His past was coming back to him – you could tell in the way his shoulders drew in and his mask slipped slightly. A solacing silence settled over the two of you. The pressure and proximity were a comfort for both of you.

“We should go.” He eventually broke the silence.

“There’s a safe and a locked drawer we should deal with first.” You replied as you stood up. It was as if the moment hadn’t happened. And well, you were both professionals, after all.

“The client lied to us. He did know her.” Charles told Edwin. You’d returned to the office to find Edwin in a state of undress you rarely saw him – that is, without his suit jacket – knee deep in research. He was surrounded by piles of books mostly regarding object hauntings. A small smile formed at the sight. He was perfect in his own way, something that made butterflies flutter in your stomach in the same way Charles did sometimes.

You zoned out of the conversation. The two boys – your boys – were easy on the eyes. They were both so damn pretty. The kind of pretty that stalled your breath and made your heart skip a beat. And on top of that, they were the perfect duo. A verifiable old married couple if you’d ever seen one. And they made you feel more alive than you ever did before. Somehow, Death had granted you a gift. The realization was almost a shock to the system. They were your best friends, your family. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey!” Charles’ hand suddenly waved in front of your face. “You still in there, mate?”

It jerked you out of your stupor. “Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.” You looked up to him. His brown eyes were full of concern. “What’d I miss?”

Edwin raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “Your friend was right. I have the spell I need to unbind Mary Brewer from the typewriter. Once she’s free, her and Thomas should be able to move on. Get ready. We leave in an hour.”

--- A WOMAN SCORNED ---

Why did nothing ever go to plan? A spectral claw dug further into your shoulder. No pain followed, but a heavy feeling of pressure followed. Mary’s elongated, horrific form screamed eerily into your face. You turned reflexively. Edwin’s voice came somewhere behind you. His Latin was just barely audible. Charles’ cricket bat thwacked the enraged spirit, but she only tightened her grip on you.

“Please hurry up!” You yelled; voice tinged with panic. “Charles!”

“I’ve got you!” He said. You could just barely hear him riffling through his bag. Mary drooled over you as she bared down on you. Then, she screamed loudly. Charles had swung on her with his knife. She reared back. Her claws released you. You dropped and scrambled. “Yeah, that’s right. Leave them alone.”

“Any time now, Edwin!”

With a final word, Mary’s ghostly form glowed blue then settled. There on the floor sat a sobbing woman dressed in sixties traveling ware. The three of you panted in relief. Edwin helped you to your feet and turned to Charles.

“You okay?”

Charles nodded, picked up his backpack, and tucked his iron knife away. “Aces, but we should get out of here. Now that she’s free, Death’ll come.”

--- CASE CLOSED ---

It hadn’t ended the way you expected, sure, but the case was still closed. The client had turned out to be a no-good murderer but you’d freed his late wife. Plus, you got paid before the case. Edwin spent the rest of the night reshelving his books. Charles smiled softly at him occasionally and busied himself with filing away the case.

You leaned against the wall, just watching them. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder what your afterlife would be like if you’d stayed in the Dreaming. But times like this made you want to hide away from Death forever.

That wonderful fluttering feeling returned. An easy smile fell on your lips. And after a moment of relishing in the saccharine feeling, you gently reached to take the stack of books from Edwin’s arms. “Let me help?”

He hummed pleasantly and shifted them into your arms. “Thank you.”

--- 2022 ---

Twenty-something years later, your case was on indefinite hiatus. The years passed pleasantly. The Dead Boy Detective Agency was a shining beacon in your postmortem life. Together, you closed probably hundreds of cases.

This one was simple, but with lots of detective work. A client came in, an older woman who just wanted to know who stole her mother’s engagement ring before she’d died. Her and her family lived on the other side of town – an hour away by the tube. Of course, that meant Edwin insisted on you practicing mirror travel on your way back. To get cases done faster, he claimed. Charles smirked at him knowingly when he’d said that and you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath too.

Which led you here, in the client’s bedroom, staring at the unreflective mirror. Edwin stood uncharacteristically close behind you. His proximity made your metaphorical heart race. He gently placed your hand on the mirror. It rippled under your touch.

“Focus on the office.” He whispered close to your ear. “You need to remain focused on where you want to go. Think of the mirror as a doorway.” You took a deep breath and did as he said. Desperately not focusing on his nearness and trust, on this need to just… touch him. You did your best to focus on the office. “Now, step through.”

You didn’t end up in the office. It was a back alley with a mirror leaning against a garbage bin. Whimpering came from a bit further in. Followed by a blue light. Dread grasped your throat. No…

“Well?” Edwin asked, poking his head out.

You quickly turned. Not him. “Death is here. Go!” You whispered, pushing him back through.

A voice stopped you from following. You couldn’t lead her back to them. Not them. Anyone but them. “Hello, Y/N.”

You turned around slowly this time. “Hello, Death. Are you finally here to take me?

She was beautiful and her face was kind. Her brown eyes sympathetic. “Do you want me to?”

You shook your head. No, that was the last thing you wanted. A man – his hair dark and wild, his eyes silver and galactic – dressed in all black walked up behind her. He felt familiar, in a similar way Death did. “Dream,” you whispered, almost reverently. He was here, somehow. Missing all those years you’d visited the Dreaming, watching as it decayed. “You’re here…”

“You know me?” His voice was smooth, reverberating deep in your chest even despite your lack of physical feeling.

“I spent years in your realm. It welcomed me when I had nowhere else.” You smiled wistfully.

Death glanced at Dream. “They can go back, if you’ll take them. They died there a long time ago.” She turned back to you. “Do you want that?”

This was it. The moment you’d wanted all those years ago. It was here. All you had to do was nod and take her hand and you could go back to the Dreaming with your friends and see its beauty like you were always meant to. But then you thought of Charles’ smile. His golden earring and Rude Boys jacket and red shirt. Edwin’s quiet concern and fancy suit. Your friends, the people you’d risked your existence for over and over again.

“No.”

Dream’s stare pierced your very being. “No? You dare deny your destiny? My realm?”

“I would have said yes, if you’d come 30 years ago. But then I made a home here, with a family of my own. And I’m happier than I ever was when I was alive or in the Dreaming.” You glanced at Death. Fear knotted in your gut. What if she took you anyway?

But she just nodded and smiled kindly. “Good, I’m glad you found your place. And when you’re ready, I will come.”

She turned to him. A moment later, he nodded. “You are always welcome in the Dreaming.”

A sigh left you involuntarily. “Thank you.”

The second you walked back through the mirror you were engulfed in their arms. Edwin – who didn’t like touch most days – held you tight in relief. Charles tugged you both close. If tears came, no one mentioned them. You sagged into their arms.

Then, Edwin slapped your arm. “Are you completely stupid?” He yelled, pulling away. His voice was high with residual anxiety.

“Easy, Edwin. They’re still here.” Charles smiled, squeezing you again before releasing you. “What happened, then? How’d you get away?”

A soft smile – saccharine and easy – graced your lips. “Death let me go.”

“What?” Edwin asked. Confusion all over his face. “That’s not possible.”

You grinned. Happiness swelled. “She said I found my place and when I was ready, she’d come for me.”

“Oh, that’s brills!” Charles laughed, picking you up in a crushing hug.

Edwin smiled – properly smiled, for possibly the first time since you’d met him. “Let’s go home then. This case can wait, what with Death around.”

Life hadn’t been kind to you. Neither had death. Then you’d met two incredible detectives. All your pain and suffering didn’t matter anymore, not really, when you had them to lean on. It still ached like a bruise on occasion. Yet you wouldn’t trade it for anything if it meant you ended up here. You’d gotten what you’d always wanted in the most unlikely of ways. You were tied to them forever now. Three souls bound together through pain and friendship. They were a safe place to rest your head when it all was too much. Just as you were for them. When Edwin had flashbacks of Hell or Charles got quiet and repressive. You don’t know what your future holds, but you knew that no matter what, you’d found where you belonged.

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mayapapaya33 · 22 days

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Despair and Edwin

Am I the only one who can't stop thinking about the metaphorical power of Edwin being IN Despair. He was in Hell, at his lowest, about to be cruel to one of his former tormentors. Feeling incredulous at their seemingly lesser punishment, feeling righteously indignant, and Justifiably pissed off. Then he caught a glance at himself in the mirror for what was presumably the first time in over a century and it snapped him out of it. Then he promptly fell into Despair.

Despair's Realm, as far as I am aware, is only accessible to those IN Despair, as in the emotional state. But why was he literally transported there, why could he see her watching through the mirror? She watches people's lowest moments through her mirrors all the time, how could Edwin see her?

Every word out of her mouth was fascinating to me, so much subtext, so many double meanings, I'm dying of curiosity.

"What Am I? The answers are Endless Edwin Payne. Pretty name. Payne/Pain."

His reaction to her saying the word Endless is VERY telling, clearly Edwin knows something about the Endless. Also that's just a very poetic way to describe Despair, she's right, an Endless number of things can cause Despair.

Edwin: "Why are you here?"

Despair: "You're here, I'm everywhere, you're in my realm now where I see it all. But you only get to leave through the door you came in by."

Is that a literal statement about a literal door? Perhaps but I HIGHLY doubt it. How did he get here? By feeling anger and pain and Despair about his treatment in Hell compared to one of the people responsible for sending him here and the injustice of it all. So how does he leave Despair's Realm then? Through the same door he entered. Confronting his feelings about Simon but not allowing them to control him or turn him into something he is not.

"I am Despair, and you do not belong here. Go back to your killer. I was watching. You were getting angry. About to gloat over his torment. Go do That."

E: "No no no no no I..." D: "Don't Worry, We're Friends now." E:"I would not gloat, That is not right." D: "I'll call if ever I need you" E:"He didn't realize-"

What does THAT mean? They're friends now? I am frothing at the mouth in anticipation to see what that is going to turn into. This is starting to dive into Sandman theories of mine so if you haven't read Sandman now's the time to leave.

She almost seemed to be HELPING Edwin confront his feelings. The way she phrased it was very provocative on purpose, it's something you might say to a friend if they're doing something out of character and you're trying to let them know it and snap them out of it. Granted in a Dramatic and Dickish way, but she is an Endless, so that's sort of a given. Why would she do that? Why would she help him Leave Despair?

Well, The Sandman comics are very Philosophical and layered, and one of the implications in the comics is that Each of the Endless embody their opposites in addition to their Named dominion. Dream is responsible for keeping Reality in check, Death is there when we are brought to Life, Destruction with those paintings and sculptures, constantly Creating things in his retirement, Delirium has moments where she is the only character who knows what is going to happen, Neil took joy in sneaking hints into her rambling, a special kind of Sanity, that is almost too painful and confusing to be tolerated for long, she knows things that aren't in Destiny's book, Desire has quite a lot of apathy in my opinion, and Destiny absolutely has a thing about Free Will. A big implication is that Despair also Embodies her seeming opposite, Hope!

What this means for Edwin in the future I have no clue lol.

#dead boy detectives #Sandman #Despair #edwin payne #spoilers #Theories #Philosophy #The Philosophy of Sandman

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excellentblurrecognition · 1 month

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the moment where charles really breaks down is just. heartbreaking.

"was it too extreme, edwin?"

the trauma. the immediate recognition of abuse. not exactly a full comprehension that the nurse is abusing him (his primary experience is with physical abuse) but how clearly he reacts to the same feelings. was it too extreme, edwin? was it more extreme than a deity of sorts emotionally abusing a 16 year old?

"but every day, I'm fuckin smiling"

just rip my heart to shreds instead please? "cause who else is gonna be the one holding together and keeping spirits up... but what? what good am i even doing?" the total lack of value in himself, the desperate need to find some service to provide. if not the service that would make him feel best (fighting abusers away from victims), at least something. if not what he wants, then at least what he's good at. pretending, laughing, pushing down and shoving aside the pain. at least keeping spirits up.

but now he's too extreme. the one single time he fully reacted to an adult abusing him, he's too extreme.

"i sure as hell couldn't stop my dad from beating the shit out of me.. no matter how good I was"

he wants to please you, he wants to provide a service, he wants you to love him. and no matter how good he is, how self-sacrificing, how rarely he ever loses control, he still can't earn it. he's not perfect. he can't ever be good enough. and now he's "too extreme" for his closest friend. he can't even do what he's good at, can't shut the pain down and to the side to provide his service.

he's sitting there begging and sobbing and confused--"i FAILED. what happens now? what's my punishment? how could you ever love me"

and his closest friend has no idea what to say. none. because edwin doesn't know what the nurse did, doesn't know she forced charles to sit through his most painful and terrifying memories. and neither one of them has the ability to speak directly about it. so what edwin sees is an explosion that was too extreme. he can't see the violence charles just survived. so he says nothing. and we cut to the next scene.

#blur recognized #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #dead boy detectives episode four #theyre so fucking british

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tulipsforyourlips · 21 days

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✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (5)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 1500

WARNINGS: mentions of blood (the usual)

PART 5 ✧˖°.

You were sitting on your bed, pondering over Dream's words or actually the lack of them from last night. Why was it bothering you so much who he loved or did not? He probably had gone through an army of lovers being so ancient. You knew there was Nada, Calliope, courtesy of Matthew's inability to stay quiet for more than two seconds, and now Hope. But there was something about the first time he had said her name, pure anguish coating every syllable, that had your heart retreating into itself.

"No mate there is absolutely no way I am leaving her behind." Charles' muffled voice sliced through your silent rambling.

"Charles you cannot be serious. We can't put the entire agency to a halt because of one client," Edwin wailed.

"What's the problem?" You peeped through your door.

That's when you saw Jesse's curled form on the couch and the overheard conversation bore logic.

"She's still here?"

"Yeah." Edwin's face wore a scowl. But as he sensed the oncoming taunting suggestion from you, he hurriedly added, "which I have no problem with of course."

"Sure mate," you smirked. "I will stay with her."

Charles lifted his eyebrows.

"Yeah I am feeling super tired anyways. You guys go ahead," you assured the lot of two.

"How do you manage to feel exhausted after sleeping 10 hours a day absolutely stuns me. You stun me woman." Charles relieved a deep breath.

"Aw thankyou love," you pouted.

"Alright, Hazel keep a watch on her. And if anything strange occurs, call us immediately," Edwin spoke. "You sure you aren't staying behind because of your mysterious guy?"

You gave a mock chuckle.

"No seriously Haz how are things going with him?" Charles wiggled his brows. "Which base-"

"Okay okay okay out! Both of you."

You dropped the book titled 'Hope' with a thud on the table in front of you. You were waiting for Dream to join you tonight and in the meantime, your inquisitiveness had gotten a tight grip on you. So you had raked the library to locate Dream's past lover's record successfully, you might add. Excitement swooshing in your entire body, you flung the book open. Nothing. White blankness stared at you. You flipped through the pages. Still nothing. Are you kidding me? How is this even possible? Lucienne had told you that any being, immortal or not, living or not, had a book dedicated to their dreams and stories. Before you could lose more of your mind on the enigma on your hands, you heard the flapping of Matthew's wings. You quickly put the useless book back in its place.

"Boss wants ya."

You gaped at the apparition in front of you. Consider a rhinoceros, but bigger and scarier and from a fairy land. He was partially covered in moss and vines loosely wrapped around his ears and horn. You pitied the humans back in the waking world whose dreams the animal had ever had a cameo in. You were just glad you weren't one of them. Now not so much as the whimsical rhinoceros slowly made its way in your direction. You stretched your arm in front of you. And closed your eyes in concentration. The sounds of heavy stamping grew louder. You can do this. You have been doing this for weeks. The literal fate of the world depended on you being able to do this. You opened your eyes. Yellow eyes speedily approached you. You got this. Blinding pain seared through your palm where the pointed horn of the creature tore through your skin and the acute scent of copper wafted into the air. Dream raised his hand to dispel his creation.

"No!" you shouted. "Don't."

"Haz-"

"I got this." You got this.

Blackness seeped into the periphery of your vision but you reeled your focus back to the huffing beast in front of you. He started towards you again, sand flying from the rear of his feet. You shut your eyes. Enough. You are chosen for a destiny far greater than yours, Dream's words from your first encounter surfaced in your mind when you had accused him of being a serial killer. So much time had passed since then, so much time putting your body and mind through vigorous training, so much time withholding yourself from your bestfriends, so much time with Dream, who had placed his faith in your hands, gentle and soft. A faint energy began buzzing in the core of your soul, spreading throughout, tickling every nerve in your body and roaring in your ears. You opened your eyes, the creature's angry black pupils crashed against your outstretched bleeding hand, almost. The second his bristly face came in contact with your touch, his pupils dilated and he skidded to a stop. Your hand glowed with the hum of energy that slowly receded back from wherever it had come from, inside you. The animal leaned into your touch before pulling back and leaped away to from wherever Dream had summoned him. Dream. You tilted your head to where he stood, his lips twitched upwards all so ever slightly, a ghost of a smile. A fire ignited in your heart, from where it trickled down your insides, painting them warm, at the sight. He walked towards you and the wave of adrenaline rush that had kept you distracted from your punctured hand that was reddening the sand below, died down. Before the blood loss could take its toll on you, Dream's calloused yet silken fingers wrapped around your wounded hand. His touch though cold, lit your skin on fire. He rubbed sand over your hand. The blow of the pain simmered down to a dull ache. He severed the contact between your skins, leaving behind an abrupt chill. It was as if your body was calling for his hand again, craving for his touch.

His perfect lips parted, perfect? you perverted brain get a grip, "Hazel? Hazel?"

Shit. Were you staring? "Yeah,"

"How is your hand?"

You looked down, a black cloth was tied around it. How long were you zoned out?

You might have cared for the throbbing pain still lapping around it if you weren't reveling in the ecstasy your triumph had wrought. "It's better. Thankyou."

"You did well tonight, mortal."

"Shut. Up!" You turned towards the newly joined raven on your shoulder. "He can hand out praise?" You asked incredulously.

"Unsolved mysteries of the world," Matthew replied.

Dream's lips fought a smile.

You fisted blades of grass within your fingers as you sat alongside the Dream lord in your favourite place of all the realms. The darkness was slowly fading away, a hint of pink dotting the mountain edges. It would soon be time for you to wake up.

"Dream,"

Morpheus turned his attention to you. You didn't like the intensity of it.

"Yes mortal?"

You hesitated.

Dream's gravelly voice jeered, "How many questions do you have?" Amusement danced in his eyes.

You sighed and laid down your head on the soft grass. "It was you, wasn't it? That day at the sisters' house. You saved me from Aura." You finally gave voice to the doubt solidifying in your mind.

"That isn't a question Hazel."

"Why?"

"Because you are important to the survival of the realms."

You felt a brush of disappointment at his answer. What were you expecting? That made a perfect explanation for why he had saved you. This partnership was not forged out of any preference or want. You were chosen for this. He was stuck with you.

"So what happens now? With the nightmares under control- Why did you even create them in the first place? Just some merry dreams would have sufficed don't ya reckon?"

"Nightmares serve a crucial purpose. They are merely meant to reflect a man's worst fears so he can face them."

"I wish I could say makes sense."

"Don't trouble your puny mortal brain with the rules of the universe," he said in a teasing tone.

Your laugh was gradual but it came. He was getting better with his jokes. You felt Dream watch you intently. He had begun to open up. You had managed to writhe little information about his past but whatever you had, the Corinthian, Roderick Burgess, Rose Walker, he had given it up willingly. Do you ever get lonely? You had asked him your first time in the Dreaming. Even though he hadn't replied to you then, you had come to know the answer. He was just as eager for company as you were for his.

"Well back to the concerned topic, with the dreams now learning to trust again, what happens now?" You asked.

The sun had emerged from the diving nook between the mountains. Its rays spilled honey all around you.

"We will decide tomorrow." Were the last words of your dream as you were tugged back into wakeness.

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Very much enjoyed the first season of The Dead Boy Detectives.

It was fun, with great characters, interesting storylines, good pacing, and a fantastic ability to balance light-hearted storytelling with some pretty fucked up content at times.

Episode 1 was a little clunky and exposition heavy, but it's only really in that first episode (unlike fucking Wednesday!) and it's pretty easy to look past once they get into the main story. The rest of the episodes are much smoother.

Character interactions are great and all of the characters feel rounded with an actual backstory that influences their interactions and distinct personalities and traits that affect their actions. They're not just plot devices or vehicles for narrative.

Before going into any more detail, I'll just say I really enjoyed it. It's probably not as sophisticated or polished writing or style-wise as The Sandman, but it's still a really good spin off. I'd almost put it in the same vein, tone-wise, as The Umbrella Academy, though perhaps not as irreverent. Much better than similar Netflix teen supernatural dramas like Wednesday or Sabrina (and probably more mature and sophisticated, storytelling-wise than those shows).

I really enjoyed it, am looking forward to/hoping for a second season, and will definitely be watching again.

More detailed spoilers under the cut for those interested in my opinions about a few specific storylines/characters/episodes:

SPOILERS:

I am honestly surprised we don't have more people hitting on Charles. He is genuinely charming and charismatic as well as kind of open and sincere. Like, Edwin's a standoffish Edwardian public school boy with weird interests and zero people skills. I adore him. But he has negative charisma, especially compared to Charles' eyeliner and grin. Like, why is everyone chasing after Edwin? It's a role reversal I can definitely get behind, but no one is trying to get up into Charles' personal space aside from Crystal? Really??? And even she probably wouldn't have gone for it if he hadn't made it obvious he was interested in her first. Like, I really do get what the writers were trying to go with here, but it's one of those choices that kind of stretch narrative believability a little.

In saying all of that, I'm kind of a sucker for queer pining arcs that could go either way. So the not-so-subtle reveal of Edwin's feelings was both beautiful and painful in the best ways.

Episode 7 was a highlight for me. I'd been waiting for the pay-off from Edwin's backstory and the hellfire sword hanging over his head. But the flashback to Charles' death was probably my favourite scene in the series. Everything about that episode was fantastic, from the tension to the individual mini character arcs in the episodes (Nico coming in clutch with her reading comprehension skills! Crystal finally kicking David's ass!), to the beautiful release of the confession in Hell. I loved all of the insight we got into all of the main characters, knowing the truth of the kind of people they are. Knowing that, yeah, these are all good people who would do anything to help, and who love fiercely. But also, that doing what you can for the people you love sometimes involves meat cleavers and Molotov cocktails.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #text #vialana's rambling

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So my opinions on all the Dead Boy Detective/DBDA Characters

All of these are opinions as someone who has watched the show a few times now and also the Doom Patrol episode and I’ll give my opinions on the Doom Patrol versions at the end.

Spoilers for Dead Boy Detectives Show. And Doom Patrol season 3 ep. 3 and that episode alone

Charles Rowland

- Charles is such a sweetheart I love him. He’s always looking out for his friends and literally went to hell for Edwin, and kicked the Night Nurse for him. I just love him so much.

- I felt so bad for him in episode one when he says his dad, “wasn’t the nicest guy,” and in episode three when we see him break being forced to see a father k!ll his family over. I was actually crying with him saying he doesn’t “want to be a bad guy”! It broke me so badly, the abuse he went through and the fear he’ll become like his abusers is a very real thing and to see a character go through that makes the story feel more real, and makes me more sad. He could use some therapy.

- Him being the “brawn” of the team is pretty funny to me but thats most because if you watch the cast interactions you’ll see what I mean.

- All in all, I love him. He is loving, protective, loyal and has golden retriever with attachment issues energy mixed with scary dog privilege but the dog isn’t scary unless provoked.

Edwin Paine/Payne

- Adorable, get him some therapy please! He needs it! Man was so repressed for the first part of this show I thought I’d die before he confessed. But I don’t blame him honestly, his death was traumatic and being called a “Mary Ann” whilst being sacrificed likely would put a bad taste in your mouth about the idea of you being queer in any way shape or form. I am so proud of him good job!

- Honestly he just makes me so happy, and I love how he interacts with everyone and grows!

Crystal Palace

- I love her she is so bad ass and I hope wish the best for her

- She needs better taste in men, my suggestion date women

- I want to see a little more of her Nepo baby side of her past cause clearly that was a thing

Niko Sasaki

- Sweetie! I miss her! She was the only other person other than Charles to get Edwin out of his shell and it hurts me so much to see her be gone. Her death will forever haunt me.

Cat King

- I love him so much, he is my favourite kind of not evil but not good guy the kind that plays a game with people by flirting! Ahhh I love him! I don’t love that he falls for Edwin(I’ll make a separate post on this issue)

- Anywho I still love him he gives off chaotic gender neutral vibes and the song Sex With a Ghost was made for him, I just love him!

Monty the Crow

- Monty I love you but don’t kiss people without consent!

- Honestly he was very important, and sweet he didn’t deserve all the pain he’s been through, may better things come his way.

Jenny the Butcher

- Badass. I love everything about her. Her style, the way she gives advice, yes I just love her so much. I want to see more of her.

- Her episode made me so sad for her ;-;

Esther Finch

- Honestly I love her as a villain she was so evil, and a genuine threat. She is also so hot and scary I just love her.

David the Demon

- A creep I didn’t like him, I don’t know what else you want?

Doom Patrol versions!

Charles Rowland

- He was so funny in this, I loved him. I love how the show conveyed a mutual interest from him to Edwin they are both just too dense to say anything about it. I also love that it seems the only thing he knows about America is that they like baseball.

- They did have to go off and hurt me with the fear of water scene, but he was so sweet protecting Edwin from the Night Nurse(who in this is just 10 times scarier)

Edwin Paine

- Him not getting anything about modern times and brushing off his feelings for Edwin was so well done! I love how he tells Larry he “isn’t like him” saying he isn’t queer and that if he were that would be bad, he says this all in a very rude and brash tone and then proceeds to comfort Charles in the nicest to he is capable of.

- Beautiful 10/10

Crystal Palace

- Boss ass Bitch, girl boss. 8/10 I love her but no real opinions yet that is I may go back one day and edit this for her

I hope you liked this dumb post :3

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Dead boy detectives characters as animals.

This, rather clearly, isn't a review. However, I am currently hyper-fixating on DBD; i'm talking eat, sleep, and breathe these people(Charles rowland you'll forever be famous). So, without further ado; the animals i've assigned them.

__________________ We already canonical animals assigned to two of the characters (shout out to Monty, you remind me of my girlfriend, Archie) but, what if they all had specific animals assigned to them. THIS ISN'T SLANDER I SWEAR. But, if you take it that way, that's brills.

Charles Rowland; Sugar glider / flying squirrel

-You're gonna look at me and say i'm wrong??, to hell with the golden retriever trope: We need more people who are simply the animals who shouldn't but do. Charles Rowland is that person, argue with someone else if you don't see the vision.

RIP Charles Rowland, you would've loved "am I gay/autistic" quizzes and the concept of being omnisexual.

Edwin payne/paine; New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat/ stoat.

-How does one spell his last name cause i've seen it spelt both ways, any-whom; I don't actually have any context for this but it just generally feels right. If he had to be any animal: I 100% believe it'd be a bat, more specifically that type of bat. Although; I do giggle at the relationship square he's got going on, especially after this list. 10 points voted to stoat though, cuties fr.

RIP Edwin payne, you wouldve loved gay marriage and therapy. You also would've hated colleen hoover

Crystal palace; Fennec fox.

-Again; I do not have a genuine reason behind such a claim; but, actually nothing, but nothing. She's genuinely a sweetie & I will nvr stand for Crystal slander: she's simply a teenage girl with some issues dawg. BUT; fennec foxes are the animal of resemblance for her because I say so. (Headcanon: she absolutely had one at home & it'd be the most spoiled thing in the world; Crystal named her wisp.)

RIP Crystal Palace, you would've loved feminine rage playlists and tiktok shop headphones x stickers

Niko Sasaki; Chinchilla / European polecat

-Y'all please see the vision. please. She's gen so chinchilla coded: if you look hard enough(I'm completely pulling this out of my arse.) This whole paragraph is gonna be complete spirals/rants(like always) but, dawg Niko was such a delight, like when I first saw the Netflix ad I was conflicted but she's such a darling. I shed so many tears over her 'death' because like, no. She's alive and very well.

RIP Niko sasaki, you would've loved the hurt/comfort tag on ao3 and making your friends get married in the sims.

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Thank you for coming to my ted-talk. Salut !

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #niko sasaki #crystal palace #headcanon

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2A

Jayne Houdyshell (1953) "JAYNE HOUDYSHELL (Eulalie Mackecknie Shinn). Broadway: King Lear; A Doll's House, Part 2 (2017 Tony nomination); The Humans (2016 Tony Award); Fish in the Dark; Dead Accounts; Romeo and Juliet; Follies (2012 Tony nomination); The Importance of Being Earnest; Bye Bye Birdie; Wicked; Well (2006 Tony nomination and Theatre World Award). Off-Broadway: Lincoln Center Theater: The New Century; Playwrights Horizons: The Pain and the Itch; The Public Theater: Well; Roundabout Theatre Company: The Language Archive; MCC: Relevance; Manhattan Theatre Club: The Receptionist; Shakespeare in the Park: Much Ado About Nothing. Jayne has received two Drama Desk Awards, two Obies, and the Lily Award. Regional credits include classical and modern plays at Yale Repertory Theatre, MacCarter Theatre, Actors Theatre of Louisville, Arena Stage, Alabama Shakespeare Festival and many others. Film: The Humans, Little Women, The Chaperone, Everybody's Fine, Changing Lanes, Garden State. Television: "Only Murders in the Building," "The Good Fight," "Evil," "Law & Order: SVU," "Elementary," "Blue Bloods."" - Playbill bio from The Music Man, February 2022

Stephanie J. Block (1972) "STEPHANIE J. BLOCK (The Baker's Wife) Broadway: The Cher Show (Tony, Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle Award winner), Falsettos (Tony, Drama Desk, Outer Critics Circle nominations), The Mystery of Edwin Drood (Tony, Drama Desk nominations), Anything Goes, 9 to 5: The Musical (Drama Desk nomination), The Pirate Queen, The Boy from Oz, Wicked. Off-Broadway: Brigadoon (Encores); Little Miss Sunshine (Drama Desk nomination); By the Way, Meet Vera Stark (Drama Desk nomination). Film and television: "iMorcecai," "Bluff City Law," Rise, "Madam Secretary," "Orange is the New Black," "Homeland," "It Could Be Worse," "Stephanie J. Block Live From Lincoln Center" for Great Performances on PBS. She currently co-hosts and co-produces "Stages Podcast" with Marylee Fairbanks and can be accessed wherever you get your podcasts. Twitter and Instagram: @stephaniejblock." - Playbill bio from Into the Woods, September 2022.

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"Despite her beating out Jan Maxwell, my beloved, I feel no lingering bitterness because Jayne Houdyshell is one of those divine character actresses who elevates every project she's in. Her Music Man nomination came as a wild surprise, but looking back, it just makes sense. She was exactly what we needed post-reopening."

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"Once again, I am asking which of you is going to be contributing to the Send DroughtofApathy to London this Summer to See SJB in Kiss Me, Kate Fund? They released a little promo for it, and damn she looks good. Why is everyone going to the West End to do their shows? Do them here so I can see them, dammit. Who needs the West End and their strange tastes anyway?"

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway #broadway divas #tournament poll #jayne houdyshell #stephanie j. block #round 2a

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I absolutely LOVED your response, and I agree! thanks for spending time on it <3 what draws me in about dasey is how complex it is, its forbidden love, “if its wrong I don’t want to be right”, the family dynamic, the drama, the suspense! so it’s always a let down when they hype it up so much and then nothing happens lol I want to see how dasey faces this hardship and how they present themselves moving forward. I’m so curious to hear about your after-LWL hc! I wonder how the family would react now that kids and divorce are involved. I know you’re currently writing a series about this so you don’t have to reveal too much, but how would Casey and Derek handle this as young adults? It’s not all unicorns and rainbows when dasey gets together, there’s definitely a storm coming.

LOOK, I didn't understand Taylor Swift's reputation album before I re-discovered Dasey. But now I do understand; and someone please remind me to put "But Daddy, I Love Him" on my kick at the darkness playlist because... Damn. If that isn't them.

Ohhhh Life With Luca!! You're right, I am writing a series about this — I'm actually writing, like, three parts all at once? (*hides face in shame*). The really interesting thing about the LWL world, though, is that Derek and Casey's priorities have shifted. No longer are they majorly concerned with George and Nora's opinions, but instead they're far more worried about Luca, Molly, Kai, and Skyler's opinions. And, maybe it's just me being a bit of a romantic, but I truly believe the only one of those four that would have some trouble with them getting together would be Luca: and that's because he still has a relationship with his dad. So for his mom to move on would be very painful for him to witness; but he's also very obviously fond of Derek. The six of them just really worked as a unit in the movie, and I think everyone can see that.

I strongly believe that Skyler would do everything in her power to see her dad happy; I actually HC that she figures out his feelings for Casey within weeks of them moving into the Guest House. And as for Molly and Kai -- we never see them even mention their dad, except for one instance where Kai says that "Mom and Dad don't let us swear"; and Molly tells Skyler that she wishes they could be "cousins AND sisters" -- so I think they're far more concerned with everyone being happy and them getting the attention they need than any social weirdness.

SO! With all that being said, I'm working on a part of that series where Dasey are together (because we all know that's where we're headed) and there is drama happening in the background. There's a little bit about how George and Nora did not react well -- to quote one part, "…Unfortunately, Nora and George were not handling this new relationship with any sort of grace, and there was no way they were going to take the kids so Derek and Casey could happily fuck themselves into oblivion." -- and I think Nora and George are choosing to view this relationship as a TERRIBLE REBOUND for Casey and both of them are calling Derek and Casey incredibly selfish and have they even thought about the kids?

(This, of course, made both Derek and Casey livid because, uh? George and Nora got engaged before ANY of them had met ANY of the other family; so who's considering who now???? Where they currently stand in that part of the series is that both parties are giving the other the silent treatment.)

I still think Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti would react the same way, no matter the ages. There's a little bit of concern regarding the children, but as soon as they checked in and saw that Derek and Casey are constantly checking in with the children and being as open as they can about the whole thing, I think they would just... be happy for them.

But Simon is struggling. Simon is struggling because he sees these two as his big BIG siblings, and unlike the others where blood only connects half of them, he IS connected by blood to ALL OF THEM. And, y'know, Casey has been with Peter for as long as Simon can remember -- one of his earliest memories is getting to hold baby!Luca. But Casey is so obviously happy and calmer with Derek, and Derek is happy and HOME so Simon can actually SEE him; so he's trying very hard to get on board. He fails a bit, says some things he probably shouldn't, but he's trying really, really, really hard.

I think, if he were a child, it would be easier for him to adapt. With my kick at the darkness series, for instance, he won't bat an eye — he's never going to remember a time when they weren't together, so he'll just... accept it as a part of his weird family. I'm currently playing with a sequel to "sick with sadness" as well, and he's 9/10 in that story; he finds it weird and kind of gross, but with the middle McTuris' help, he adapts quickly too. I got the sense from LWL that Simon loves Derek and Casey a whole bunch; looks up to them and trusts them, much like the younger three looked up to them in LWD. So I think love is going to win.

The fun thing is, I can actually see divorced!Casey caring a lot less about her mother's opinion about her and Derek because Casey has already been through a failed relationship, one where she tried to do the right thing -- I am a strong believer that Derek took off in LWL canon because he and Casey were teetering on the edge of the knife and someone stepped over the line and the other panicked. I suspect Derek is the one that leaned in too close or said something, and Casey FREAKED, and so he took off -- and doing the right thing didn't last. It hasn't stopped her from loving Derek, nor from him loving her. So why should she fight it any longer? She's already hurt the two of them enough; so what if Nora isn't happy? Casey is an adult living on her own, and she's tired of doing only what she's supposed to. She's going to get it right this time -- very much in the same way Nora is determined to get it right this second time too. Gosh, they really are mother and daughter, huh?

(Any other questions? I'm still not sure I really answered this one correctly...)

#life with derek #asks #life with luca #dasey #i just love the complications #*chews on it like jerky*

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babeeesss so i got two new tats today and now I'm thinking about Eddie being with you and whispering praise in your ear as the artist keeps going. God just imagine him saying 19 & i think 20 on the promot list while you're just like "stop, not here not right now" THAT FUCKER KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HEA DOING AND IT LEADS TO A HOT AND HEAVY MAKE OUT IN THE BACK OF THE VAN

this was really fun to write hehehe, also i hope the tattoo scene is somewhat accurate, i am still a tat virgin 🥲

pov: eddie, the boob man, is obsessed with your new underboob tattoo ♡

18+ duh, reader gets a tattoo so mentions of needles, there is a scene of eddie playing with reader's boobs, fingering f!receiving, explicit language, 1.6K words oops, beta read by @dungeons-are-too-cold

"you're doing so well, baby," eddie whispered, meeting your cheek for the softest kiss imaginable.

"eddie, she literally just put the stencil on," you sassed.

"see? you're doing great already. someone i know once ran out of the tattoo shop before he ever finished signing the safety waiver."

you smirked, holding back a series of laughs. "did his name happen to be teddy bunson?"

eddie’s lips scrunched into a thin line, his expression one of slight indignation. still, he leaned down and left a kiss to your hair, whispering, "something like that."

soon enough, the tattoo artist had finished cleaning her tools and was ready to 'ink you up' as she'd called it earlier. for someone covered in ink and piercings herself, her personality read one and the same with a unicorn.

the machine came to life with a string of vibrations. you were sure your heart was buzzing in time with it. the artist leaned over your midsection and looked up at you with an eager smile.

"now, i need you to breathe your nose for this part, ok?" she instructed, easing the tattoo gun ever so closer to your skin.

you nodded, watching as the needles pressed into your skin. you released a steady breath, settling into the pain. a good pain, you told yourself.

"and we have contact!" the artist said with a giggle, still intently focused on her work.

eddie bent down close to your ear, and by the smirk on his lips, you already knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth would make you either blush or want to scream at him, probably both. "breathe through your nose for this part. now, where have you heard that before?"

ok, maybe he'd make you want to do some other third thing: suffocate him with your bare hands.

the artist must've heard or gathered what eddie whispered, because you could see the outline of her teeth clamping down on the inside of her mouth as she held back a laugh. she knows eddie too well, you thought to yourself.

"edwin, can you at least try to act civilized?" you tried to scold, though you were pretty sure it sounded more like begging.

the pain ramped up as the gun glided across your sternum. "shit," you exhaled a breath you didn't know you'd been holding.

"funny. that's usually the word that follows my instructions too."

every curl, every strand of hair, you wanted so desperately to rip it off his head and feed it to him.

"eddie, if i make it out alive after this, i'm gonna kill you," you said. promised, even.

the tattoo artist let out a chuckle. "trust me, it's definitely not the worst i've heard. you'd be surprised at the things i've heard guys say when they watch their girlfriends get sternum tats."

"she's right, you know," eddie said with a pout. it was one you wanted to simultaneously kiss and smack off his face. "you can't expect me to act normal when your pretty titties are out on display like that."

if you had the physical strength to facepalm, you would've, but by this point, the pain was becoming a little too overwhelming for you to talk or move through, so you settled for a world-record-breaking eye roll.

"that's why i don't usually let boyfriends in for sternum tats. i remember now," the artist said through chuckles, not once looking up from her work. "you're lucky eddie is a friend of mine."

about four hours had gone by, filled with nearly unbearable pain and absolutely unbearable annoyance, driven by eddie of course, when the artist was finally finished with your tattoo. you nearly cried at how beautiful her work had turned out, and when you turned to look at eddie, he wore a matching face of sheer excitement and shock.

it was two little vines of wildflowers under each of your breasts, met in the middle by a poppy on your lower sternum. poppies were eddie's birth month flower, but they had also been your favorite since childhood, so you figured if things went south for you and eddie (even though you highly doubted they would), you wouldn't have such a hard time separating the two from each other.

after she'd told you all about how to properly care for it and you'd said your thank yous and goodbyes, eddie led you out to the van, pecking soft kisses on your ear every couple feet.

"what are you doing?" you asked, an eyebrow cocking upward as he pulled you toward the back of the van.

he swiftly opened the white doors before gripping your waist, lifting you into his 'miniature man cave' as you'd deemed it. "getting a better look at that tattoo."

while the outside of the van may have been freshly painted white, the inside was everything but. the previously beige carpet had been ripped out and replaced with shaggy, orange carpet. a tiny, blue bin filled with throw pillows and blankets sat in the corner, next to eddie's emergency water bottle stash. mini brown curtains with groovy flowers hung over the windows, the tops decorated with beaded valances you'd helped eddie string together.

he pushed you back against the shabby carpet, pulling himself in behind you and closing the van doors with a loud slam. eddie made grabby hands at your oversized shirt like a child, but you weren't giving in that easily.

"eddie, i can't believe how you acted in there," you scoffed, your arms crossing lightly so as to not touch your chest. "you were childish. and an asshole."

he pouted, his eyes darting away from you. "i'm sorry. i just couldn't help myself though. you have such beautiful tits, how could i resist?"

"well, i'm not sure if you were aware, but we were in public," you scolded. "you could've at least tried to act like you have some decency."

he hovered over you, leaving kisses all over your neck. "next time, i'll look away, i promise. or better yet, i'll cover them so i can't see them. how's that sound?"

something close to annoyance bubbled under your skin. "you'll just look for any excuse to touch my tits, won't you?"

his lips met the crook of your neck again, sucking hard enough that you were sure it would leave a bruise later. "maybe," he pouted, releasing his lips from your skin.

his hands glided down to the hem of your shirt, tugging lightly at the ends of it. "do you mind," he paused, running a thumb along one of your love handles, "if i take a closer look at your new ink, baby?"

you nodded your head, letting out a sigh. "go ahead, love."

he slowly peeled the cotton over your head, his cock becoming hard as your tattoo came into view. he was careful not to touch it, careful around the plastic wrap that sat on your skin, but gently let his hands slip up to your breasts. his cold fingertips met your perky nipples as he sighed. "beautiful. absolutely fucking beautiful."

his fingers moved in gentle circles over your tits, occasionally pinching and flicking at them the way he knew you loved. "i know this was your first tattoo, but i hope to hell it wasn't your last, babe. i think i'd die a happy man just seeing your beautiful skin covered in ink."

eddie sunk his mouth onto one of your nipples, the other still sensitive under his touch. he pulled off your boob with a pop before asking, "mind if i stay like this for a while?"

heat pooled in your stomach as he licked and nipped at your boob. "go ahead. i'll die a happy woman seeing you like this."

as he continued to work at your tits, a nagging desire popped into your mind, and it seemed almost involuntary as your hand slid down your body. you stalled around your thighs, dragging small circles on your skin, before dipping under the waistbands of your sweatpants and panties.

he hadn't even noticed it until you let out an unintended, "fuck, eds."

eddie moved his hand from your boob down to your arm, pulling your hand swiftly out of your clothes. all he said was, "mine," before replacing your hand with his own, moving his opposite hand back to your neglected nipple.

his rough fingers inched inside your cunt. hearing your slick squelching against the digits as his mouth worked at your breast, occasionally leaving bites and nips at the hardened bud, it was driving you absolutely crazy.

his fingers pumped against your g-spot, and you were close, really close. "oh, fuck, eddie. please," you whimpered, your hands gripping the carpet so hard, you were sure you would rip it out when you released it.

eddie didn't say anything, just kept on what he was doing. his rings were cold against you, adding to your sensitivity. as he thrusted his fingers harder, you couldn't get enough of it.

"yes, yes, yes," you repeated, and as his mouth clamped down on your tit once again, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm rushed through your veins.

his fingers pumped even faster as they worked you through your high, and the only thing you could manage was, "fuck, eddie!" as he trailed his mouth from your tit to your lips, a delicious string of spit trailing up your body.

he let go of your lips, long enough to let you catch your breath. a cheeky smile came over his face as he said, "gorgeous. absolutely gorgeous, baby."

you attempted to catch your breath, watching as his hands went back to playing with your breasts. "oh, eddie," you sighed, your eyes glazed over and focused on one thing: him.

"so pretty," he said, his mouth meeting your tit again. he kissed them gently, making sure not to work them too hard. "can't believe you didn't get one of these tats sooner, baby."

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She's the Man AU

Ooo, imagine if one of Edwin's exes sees Enid and cause Enid look just like Edwin, the girl is just fuming

???: Edwin Sinclair!

Enid: Huh?

The girl slaps Enid, and the stoners "oooh" in pain

Enid: I don't know if I deserve that

???: You fucking left me with just a note saying you are going to London for music and I find you here?

Enid: Jenny? (Inner thoughts goes Oh fuck it's Jenny (random name), Edwin's ex)

Jenny: You only remember my name now? You fucking Asshole (slaps Enid again)

Enid: I probably deserve that

Jenny walks away: Don't ever speak to me ever!

Ajax: Dude, she's like a 10/10 and you left her a note? You fumbled the bag so hard (laughing at Enid)

Enid: (Inner thoughts, I am so going to kill my brother)

Enid, knowing how much of a dick Jenny is: dude, if a girl's first instinct is to hit you instead of talking then thats a red flag

Ajax: I mean, you have a point but..

Enid, patting him in the back: have some self respect dude. We wouldn't dare hit a girl and the same should be for them

Ajax: but you let Wednesday pinch you

Enid, caught redhanded: maliciously. You shouldn't let a girl hit you maliciously

Ajax: suuuuuure,

#She's the man au

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To Heal A Broken Soul: Epilogue -Confessions of a Troubled Heart

Summary: Selene and Edwin finally have a heart to heart about what happened three days ago.

Words: 1,705

Warnings: None. Fluffy fluff is extremely fluffy.

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Notes: I did a re-write of the original version, as I felt that one didn't flow quite the way I wanted it to following the revisions I've made to the earlier chapters.

It was two whole days after her Resurrection before Selene could even stay awake long enough to have more than a few bites of food. Not that Edwin had been any better; the poor man had also spent what time he hadn’t been fretting over her dozing in a chair next to her bed. Selene grunted as she pulled herself up to sitting, while she was still tired and achy she was now too awake to want to just lie and listen to the goings on of the world outside. She sat still for a moment, gasping from the exertion.

~Don’t go getting any stupid ideas. Edwin’s only dozing.~ Chrackle’s voice stated in her head. Selene glared up at the magpie sitting on top of one of the posts of her bed,

~I’m not, but I am now awake and aware enough to get bored.~ she retorted, ~But since you’re going to be a little tattle-tale, why don’t you go grab the book I want while I create enough light to read by?~ she suggested.

~But it’s too big for me to carry!~ Chrackle whined, gently clacking his beak to emphasise his annoyance. Selene snorted,

~Well, go find someone to bother to get it for me then, since I’m not allowed to leave this damn bed!~

“Well, you must be feeling better if you’re bickering with Chrackle, even if I can’t hear it.” Edwin’s voice suddenly stated, causing Selene’s gaze to snap to the cleric. Edwin stretched as he looked between magpie and familiar, “Let me guess, you need something and Chrackle either can’t or doesn’t want to get it for you?” he queried. Selene felt herself flushing as she took in Edwin’s rumpled hair and vestments,

“Something like that.” she muttered. Tearing her gaze away and looking out at the rest of her room instead, “I’m sorry if we woke you.”

Edwin shook his head and stood up,

“You didn’t, I was on the verge of waking up anyway. Which book was it?” he asked. Selene looked back at him, huffing a half-irritated sigh,

“Calibrian’s Treatise on Inter-Planar Relationships, it’s the one I was trying to continue reading the other day.” she replied. Edwin nodded and made his way across towards the bookcase near the fireplace to find the book in question. Selene watched him for a moment or two before, before shaking back the sleeves of her nightdress and muttering an incantation under her breath.

Edwin’s head snapped up at the sound of a sharp hiss. He looked in the direction the sound had come from just in time to see a Light spell flicker and die and Selene clench her fists. He immediately rushed over and sat on the edge of the bed,

“Selene! Are you alright?” he asked, looking the woman over to make sure there were no signs of spidering. Selene, who had scrunched her eyes closed, nodded,

“I’m alright.” she murmured, wheezing, “Fingers just sting a bit is all.”

Edwin took a hold of Selene’s hands and coaxed them open, inspecting the slender fingers. The ends were a bit red, but otherwise seemed to be unharmed. He looked up at Selene’s face, which was more relaxed, but still pinched a little in pain. He gently rubbed the fingers in his hands and muttered a prayer. A soft green light sunk into the wizard’s hands, and he finally felt Selene relax completely.

“What happened?” Edwin asked as his Cure spell completed. Selene hung her head, avoiding Edwin’s gaze,

“I figured that I’d get a Light spell going so I could read more easily. Save you the hassle of fiddling with the lamps.” she muttered. Edwin gingerly squeezed Selene’s hands,

“I don’t mind doing whatever it is you need, Sel.” he said quietly, “You don’t have to push yourself to get back to normal as soon as possible.”

Selene raised her head again, her eyes brimming and lip trembling,

“You don’t get it, Edwin. A Light spell is one of the most simple cantrips to cast. If I can’t manage even that –”

“Selene, you died not three days ago. You need to allow yourself a chance to recover from that.”

“But what if – “

Edwin gripped Selene’s hands more tightly, causing her to stumble to a stop. He gently tilted her head so she was looking at him more directly,

“Selene, you need to relax.” he told her, his voice soft, “Stressing yourself out like this is only going to make you relapse, and I don’t want to go through that again.”

Selene’s throat constricted painfully. Dim memories of his voice confessing his love for her flitted through her head, making her heart ache. Had he truly meant what he said?

~You know, for being as intelligent as you are, you’re pretty damn clueless.~ Chrackle’s voice suddenly piped up. Selene glared at her familiar, who was cleaning his beak on the sheets at the foot of the bed.

~And what’s that supposed to mean?!~ she snapped mentally. She felt Chrackle roll his eyes,

~Mistress, the man has been besotted with you since you came to Fangthane about the God Clay. I think he meant what he said.~ the magpie sighed. He ruffled his feathers and cocked his head in Edwin’s direction, ~The question is, do you love him back?~

Selene flicked her gaze back to Edwin, who was watching her calmly. Her heart skipped a little as she took in the laughter lines around his eyes, the grey streak that had started growing into his beard, the quiet smile on his lips that dimpled his cheeks ever so slightly. Every last detail took her already short breath away. Add in the fact that he had never once let her down despite all her best efforts to push him away since he had arrived in Toreguarde and – Of course she loved him. More than anything else in this world. But could she really allow herself to? Especially since there was every possibility that either of them could die tomorrow?

“Then you make the most of the time you have.” Greg’s voice echoed in her head. All the other Gods damn it!

Edwin’s calm expression pinched into one of worry as he noticed a flush start to creep up Selene’s cheeks as she stared at him. His heart leapt into his throat,

“Sel, are you alright. Don’t tell me you’re –” he was cut off as Selene waved a hand,

“No, no I’m fine. It’s just –” Selene quickly ducked her head so Edwin couldn’t see the sheer embarrassment on her face, “Cur ita velim Durus.” she hissed in Draconic. She felt Chrackle’s smug amusement as he fluttered over to her headboard. She sent him a mental glare as she struggled to come up with the words that could convey to Edwin what she was thinking, never mind feeling.

Edwin, swallowed down his initial burst of fear, replacing it with a worried sense of confusion. He squeezed Selene’s hands again,

“Alright, breathe.” he said as calmly as he could manage on hearing the wheeze in the wizard’s chest. He waited until Selene actually took a deeper breath than the ones she’d been taking, “What’s the matter?” he asked.

Selene glanced up at the cleric, still struggling to work out how to tell him what she’d heard and how she felt. She felt Chrackle shove her mentally,

~Just tell him the truth! You’ve both spent long enough talking past one another already!~ He squawked in her head. Selene sent her familiar a mental glare before finally lifting her head and looking to the window on her left side,

“I heard you, you know.” she said quietly, “When you were trying to – well, you know.”

Edwin’s eyes widened and he instinctively pulled away a little, his heart skipping wildly,

“You – You did?” he squeaked, feeling his cheeks and ears begin to burn. Selene bit her lip, looking down at her bedsheets, even as she shifted so she would be facing him directly. She took in a shaky breath,

“That’s why I decided to come back. I didn’t want to leave this world before telling you that I – I love you too.” she admitted her voice quiet, embarrassed.

Edwin simply stared at Selene. Had she just –? He was awake, right? He hadn’t dozed off again once he’d sat down? He felt Selene grip at his hand nervously. Ok, so definitely awake. Which meant –

Edwin’s face split into a huge smile, his heart soaring as he breathed out a laugh,

“Galana save us, we’re both such fools.” he chuckled, reaching out and tucking a strand of curled, auburn hair behind Selene’s ear before taking out his Holy Symbol and beaming at it, “I’m guessing that’s why She even let me make the attempt even after I’d expended everything She had to give.” he added, his throat constricting with emotion.

Selene shook her head,

“I’m not even going to get into that.” she murmured, “However I do believe I owe you several dozen apologies. At least according to Chrackle. She added, glaring at her familiar, who simply cackled at her, while crowing smugly in her head. Edwin gently forced her to look at him again,

“Selene, you have nothing to apologise for.” he said softly, “Feelings are hard and strange and exceedingly difficult to deal with at the best of times. I was quite content to know my own heart even if my feelings for you weren’t reciprocated.” he told her. “I am, however, beyond happy to know that they are.”

Selene swallowed thickly, her heart felt ready to burst and she felt warmer than she had in what felt like an age. She suddenly leaned forward and hugged the cleric, burying her face into the space between his shoulder and neck,

“Thank you.” she said, her voice muffled. Edwin didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around Selene’s slender frame and returned the hug. Chrackle croaked happily as he felt his mistress’ joy, happiness and contentment, fluttering over to the nest he’d started making in the nearby hatstand and quietly closing off the telepath connection with Selene. Now that the matter had finally been settled, he could safely leave her in Edwin’s hands. At least for the time being.

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #the wizard's tale #to heal a broken soul #selene frigidwake #edwin goodwin #chrackle #romantic shipping #selene/edwin

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echosdaffodil · 2 months

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Okay, starting some discussion because I have to and state some of my feelings. I love DC pride, its rainbow capitalism feel good shit but I as a queer person deserve my payed escapism like any other person. And they payed respect to some really important stuff and at least showed quotes from queer people and add help hotlines as advertisers etc. As much as I cried in the bus driving home when I read the quote on the back of 2023’s DC pride.

“Between us and home there’s a thousand bad guys, but this time we’ll do it like we always did… together.”

With that said, I am sad that again certain characters do not want to be seen inside the DC pride collection. And that’s wrong. Every character that’s queer deserves their story here. Also John Constantine and Tim Drake. If they are treated respectfully. And some of y’all act really weird bc when Ghost Maker, Aqualad, Crush, Alan Scott etc are reduced to their sexuality nobody saying shit but with Red Robin is, you do? Really?

My general concern is that these characters should be inside the DC pride but should get elsewhere different stories. Erasing them from here is not helpful and does not help these characters to be seen. Now their sexuality is a part of them and I don’t know about you guys but when Jon came out or Tim (my Robin growing up) came out. I felt seen. When Connor Hawke had his coming out, as an ace person I felt seen. When dreamer came out as trans I felt seen. John Constantine and his whole sexuality made me feel that queers have been here long before I was even born.

Some characters get invited every year and some get ignored. Such as Doctor Occult who gender swaps, Timothy Hunter (the better DC Tim) who had a whole gender crisis within his comics, Danny the Street, Larry Trainor, Coagula/Kate Godwin, Edwin Paine, every one of the Endless for they have no gender and just present in the gender they feel the most comfortable with, I could go on for there are too many who don’t get recognised and even they get get invited they don’t get any runs.

DC pride is an award winning comic series. I love that I have DC pride but it’s not enough and kicking out characters is not the answer to the “reducing to sexuality problem”. It feels elitist or homophobe and often it’s both. It’s DC’s inability to address queer characters that have been before or already are as queer and use them accordingly. DC pride could be advertising these beautiful characters and get more people to read them and handing them the feeling to be seen. Like it was with Kevin Conroy’s story back in 2022.

#dc pride #dc comics #dc #comics #dc pride 2024

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walkinginland · 11 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

thank you friend 🥺🥺🥺 ok so from oldest to youngest....

does heaven have enough angels yet (Outlander) Faith meets her mother, and says goodbye. i don't know what possessed me to write something in canon!faith's pov but. here we are. I really liked exploring Claire's grief in a way that was gentle, that gave some hope, that was a blessing on her healing. idk if that's what i actually accomplished in 500 words, but that's what was in my mind at the time.

Find a Little Remedy (Outlander) During the twenty year separation, Claire and Jamie unwittingly share a quiet moment - a meditation on life, and home, and most of all, hope. I love rolling around in the angst that is the separation, but I needed some hope there, something that said "these soulmates are separated for what they think is forever, but there are bright things still, there are still reasons to sing."

All the Colors in the Rainbow (Outlander) The Frasers get ready for Pride, Bree is… enthusiastic, Claire has some doubts, and Jamie is the most supportive. This was so deeply self-indulgent 😂 I'm really happy I did it. anyways. ace!claire/bi!jamie rights 💜

Sunlight (The Song of Achilles) A small, quiet missing moment from the years spent at war - when Achilles and Patroclus built a life together in the spaces between battle. Patroclus wakes before Achilles one morning, and tries his best not to dwell on destiny or prophecy or fate. *clenches teeth* let them have some fucking CUDDLES. ISTG.

return my fists to fingers (A Marvellous Light)(please read this book please write fic for it please i am desperate) Robin wakes up after a nightmare thinking he is still cursed; Edwin cuddles him. That's it, that's the fic. Robin would have had so much damn trauma from the curse and the pain and fear that came with it, and that would not have gone away when the curse was lifted. plus he fucking Died tm even if it was just for a few seconds. He deserves some cuddles from his boyfriend and some magical anxiety meds for his troubles.

am going to cheat and say that my current main wip would make this list. in case you haven't seen me ramble about it excessively already, it's a 5+1 of all the times that Jamie has really come close to death, inspired by the Unofficial JamieClaire Anthem, Work Song. I'm really happy with how it's turning out, and I'm happy with the ways that I am (healthily) pushing myself to stretch my comfort zone. I think it's going to turn out to be some of my better writing, plus also I just like to roll around in Jamie's sad little brain and talk about how pathetically in love with Claire he is. also 5+1s are my LOVE and I can't believe I haven't written one before.

#you know me you know that this was absolute torture alsejfiaesj #*grits teeth* we gonna get you some self-love babe #tag games #looking over my older works reminded me that i still have that other uncle lamb fic i never finished #i liked that I should finish it #justice for uncle lamb the man raised A Woman and i love him so much even though we have No Content for him

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sweetloverboyy · 2 months

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Every day I sit with my thoughts, looking at them and trying to understand what they want to tell me......

I live my life in third person because I have understood that I am neither my mind, nor my thoughts, nor my body.......

I see people for who they really are, I can see people beyond their masks that they wear every day, it's a skill that I woke up one day and had, after having spent and been brought down by a kind of pain that makes you feel a desire not to wake up the next day......

Everyone puts on a mask every day to hide their fears, insecurities, weaknesses, uncertainties, imperfections, who they really are, for fear of not being enough......

There have been people who have changed me into a better person, there are many names I would like to say, but fuck it I will say them......

Victor, Massimo, Andrea, Rocco, Britney, Fiorella, Diego, Ludvic, Valentina, Beatrice, Chiara, Asia, Abiola, Silvia, Giuseppe, Antonella, Eva, Giovanni, Guglielmo, Esther, Lulu, Elisa, Giulio, Ian, Jemi, Linda, Abigail, Davide, Alessandro, Beatrix, Konrad, Alberto, Sam, Pascal, James, Abraham, Gaia, Calvary, Promise, Mike, Edwin, Jeremiah, Lawrence, Luca, Stefano, Joshua, Marco, Pedro, Ulysses, Vittoria, Ruth, Valeria, Roberta, Barbara, Chanice, Giancarlo, Lorenzo, Valerio, Armando, Haytem, Chichi, Karen, Kuba, Angela, Emma, Giorgia, Riccardo, Roberto, Manuel, Edoardo, Francesco, Luis, Mattia, Paolo, Antonia, Candita, Martina, Sabrina, Daniel, Coco, Antonio, Emanuele, Aurora, Justice, Ebuka, Prezioso, Kyle, Adam, Ibrahim, Mohamed, Vlad, Sergio, Sebi, Zack, Alex, Victory, Yabo, Rhoda, Hannah, Oduwa, Matteo, Luke, Divine, Regina, Jessica, Thomas, Willy, Ozioma, Brian, Blessing, Gift, Alban, Kevin, Wesley, Presley, Prisley, Tobi, Ezinne, Shanice, Pietro, Brian, Rebecca, Connor, Ruud, Michela, Daniele, Eric, Amedeo, Omar, Owen, Mounir, Merem, Andrei, Claudio, Claudia, Justin, Stephany, Antonluigi, Ejiro, Yuya, Luigi, Iacopo, Karolina, Bernadetta, Michele, Jake, Larens, Emperor, Redhiel, Giovanna, Edu, Philip, Fidele, Ivie, John, Sheldon, Nathaniel, Alia, Adam, Melissa, Felicia, Neil, Gemma, Ilyas, Rebecca, Dimitri, Daniele, Isaac, Maya, Ann, Jennifer, Gabriele, Janleon, Nour, Vincenzo, Kurt, Sara, Charles..........

Many names unsaid but hugged tightly in my heart.....

Names of wonderful and special people...... My sister and I sat in the room talking about life and one thing we understood is that when we want something and then we get it, that something loses its value over time and then we want something else thinking that, that something will make us feel happy and emotionally satisfied again, but it will always and only be for a short period of time, because the things that really make us happy in life are things that money cannot buy......

My mouth is dangerous, my words are dangerous, I have learned and am getting better every day at talking to people, understanding people, being in their shoes, I am dangerous......

I can get whatever I want from a person with words, and it's not just because of my way of doing things, but rather my energy, how I carry myself, my elegance, calmness, charisma, how I am, who I have become...... This way of mine attracts many girls, my way of speaking makes them feel vulnerable, listened to, understood, seen, and all these things are things that every girl would like to receive from the person she loves and cares about...... .

Words have power, words can cause a war, words can stop sufferings, words can change lives, words can heal emotional pain, words can bring together two friends who haven't spoken for years, words can break a love that seemed indestructible, words are the most lethal weapon a human being can have, and if a human being knows how to control and use them, he will have the world and human beings in the palm of his hands.. ....

I will never be able to fully know my family, parents, brothers, sisters, friends or my girlfriend and vice versa, and even if knowing this thing should make me feel scared, I am not, this world in which I find myself In works like this, and since I can't change this thing, I have to immerse myself in it and let myself be carried away by its current called "Life".........

In 2020 the old version of David died and a new David was reborn whom even if he is not yet in his complete phase, I am very proud of him and whom he is becoming.....

He wants to be an inspiration for those who feel different and strange just because they don't feel or see themselves like other people.....

He wants to be an inspiration for those who do not believe in themselves, in their abilities and talents......

He wants to be an inspiration for his future children.....

He wants to be an inspiration for himself, and for the little David in him.................................

#poem #poems #poetry #writing #my poetry #art #digital art #confidence #love #spiritualjourney

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