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The Ghost Maestro

🏳‍🌈They/Them AroAce🏳‍🌈 just help me (or kill. i'm not picky about it)

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jinchaeji · 3 hours

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And when Niko agrees, he's like "FINALLY"

it’s so funny that every time they’re in tragic micks he’s like ‘can i loredump can i PLEASE loredump’ and they just will not let him

#tragic mick #niko sasaki #dead boy detective #dead boy detective agency #deadboydetectives #dead boy detectives #the dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives netflix #dbda #dbdshow

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jinchaeji · 3 hours

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you’re edwin payne. you’re a british schoolboy in the 1910s and you keep to yourself, mostly. you find your penny novels more interesting than people. there’s one boy who seems to like you but you’re too afraid to talk to him lest you make a fool of yourself. you fall asleep one night, unaware that anything might be amiss. you’re violently wrested from your slumber and dragged away scared and confused. your kidnappers are your classmates and they gag you and pin you down. one familiar boy starts chanting and—oh god, what are they calling you? you struggle against them but their grips are just too tight and before you know it the room is silent. you glimpse something crawling in a dark corner. so do they. now it’s your captors’ turn to be scared. in an instant, they’re gone, combusted into flames at a single touch. a demon reveals itself to you and you beg for mercy, for your life. it’s the only thing you can do. but the demon isn’t interested in sparing you, and he drags you down to hell.

at least he said he was sorry.

now you’re in hell. you think you’re dead, but you’re not. the demon is there too, and now he owns you. you think you’re dreaming—no, not dreaming. this is a nightmare you’ll wake up from at any moment. but the more time passes, the less faith you have that this is true. the demon says he doesn’t want you, he has no use for a living human. and so you find yourself alone, tethered in darkness while the demon searches for a trader. he finds one, and you’re brought out to meet him. this demon is different from the one who brought you here, you can feel it. more evil, more sinister. nevertheless, you attempt to take it in stride. you extend a hand and introduce yourself. the demon takes your hand with a hungry grin and you are transported in the blink of an eye. you find yourself in a poorly lit, dingy room with hallways of equal quality stretching and connecting with each other as far as you can see.

it’s eerily quiet and you instinctively know something is wrong. you stand and survey your surroundings. there’s no one here except you. but there is something. a massive lump sits in a dark corner, covered in shadows. you can’t get a proper look at it, but you don’t dare draw any closer. it shifts it’s position and you hear the clanging of a thousand pieces of glass. now you’re confused, but you’re not curious enough to investigate. you need to find a way out of here as quickly as possible, so you make a break for it. you ignore the thing and duck through the nearest hallway as fast as your slippers will take you. then you trip and fall, not quite stifling a sharp cry. you’ve scraped your knees and your palms are bleeding. but it’s no matter, you’ll force your way through the pain.

you realize you’re lost so you turn back, but you freeze before taking your first step. the thing that you couldn’t get a good look at is standing in the doorway, blotting out what little light shone through. it starts crawling toward you—slowly at first, but it picks up speed. the clanging rings in your ears and fear strikes through your heart. you run, but it’s faster than you. god, it’s faster than you. then your leg snags and a shooting pain runs up your body. you look down and see dozens of tiny limbs clawing at your skin, ripping it apart. you hear yourself scream, a bone-chilling, bloodcurdling scream with which you didn’t know your lungs were capable. it’s tearing into your body now. your arms, your torso, your chest. blood fills your throat and then you can’t scream anymore. you feel like you’re on fire. the last thing you see is a head made of a dozen glass faces.

and then you die.

and then you wake.

you see the same dark room as before. you clutch your stomach, the one that had just been ripped out, though the skin is now unmarred. your chest is similarly intact, as is your throat. there is no evidence that you’ve been mauled to shreds, but you feel it in your soul. your body remembers it too. just as you’re coming back to your senses, you hear the creature clambering back through the hall closer to you. you make yourself as small as possible, but it’s dragging something along with it. you squint, and see the most gruesome sight imaginable. it’s you. it’s your body, mangled and broken, covered in blood, hardly recognizable. your gut twists and you feel dizzy. that’s you. it was you. but now you’re here, and your body is there. so what does that make you? you don’t have time to think before your let out an involuntary sob. something squeezes around your heart as you realize your grave mistake. the creature turns its focus onto you. you know what’s about to happen and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

you’re edwin payne. yesterday, you were reading your favorite book instead of listening to a lecture. now you’re in hell, and this is your unspeakable reality for the next 73 years.

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jinchaeji · 4 hours

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Well, I must apologize for not quite being myself today. I'm sorry for that.

Crystal Palace, Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland | Dead Boy Detectives 1.06

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jinchaeji · 4 hours

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ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ | ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ + ɪʀᴏɴ

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jinchaeji · 4 hours

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Edwin Payne in the middle of Hell, his body and clothes soaked in blood.

Charles Rowland: Look at you! You’re Gorgeous!

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jinchaeji · 4 hours

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When I say I want Charles and Edwin to go on a date I’m talking an arcade with tons of flashing lights and neon that overwhelms Edwin like the neon cow; and Edwin is inexplicably really good at pinball.

Then the boys go to see The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie in London and Edwin has a constant stream of talking about the play and who did it because no one around them can hear anyway, and he is still fooled in the end.

And I want Charles to try and hold his hand, or dare I say lean in for a kiss, to try and “figure it out” only for Edwin to be HORRIFIED. What’s happening? Kissing is what lovers do; what do you mean try it? What if you hate it? How would I face you?

And it ends in a fight because Edwin just knows he loves Charles, and Charles is trying to figure it out how can he know if they don’t date and kiss? And Charles asks “well what do you even want us to do? To be?”

And Edwin says “I don’t know I …. Just love you?”

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jinchaeji · 14 hours

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"Cash n Condoms"

Charles' face journey about Crystal referencing condoms right after they snogged on the bed and then decided not to start anything.

Meanwhile I bet Edwin doesn't know what she's referring to because she said "condoms" rather than "prophylactics".

Crystal looking at her hand with concern after touching the condom box.

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jinchaeji · 14 hours

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Is it just me that thinks the place in hell we see Edwin in, wasn't all there was? Like I don't know why but I don't think Edwin was there and only there for 70 years. For a while, sure, but all his time spent there?

I just felt like that was one of the places he landed in at some point, or something but it isn't all he went through

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jinchaeji · 15 hours

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