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rip niko sasaki you would've been so popular on tumblr
every time i tried to post this i noticed something I didn't like and went back to fix it but doing that repeatedly in traditional art is hell so I'm just gonna close my eyes and click post
thinking about how Niko's mom received her letter, probably about how she has made new friends and is trying to be a little braver, and shortly after got the news of her death
like. shit dude. she probably thought that Niko would be ok and away from the sadness after all. but the sadness got her too and now she lost more of her family
i know they can't sleep, but i thought it would be cute sooooo i drew it ❤️❤️❤️
turns out this series still has a chockehold on me, so here's some old fanart of the gang (but mostly the boys) :)
I'll probably try to draw them again today to celebrate both the anniversary and the loss of my sanity, but who knows
Oh God... How much time has passed while we drown in pain? 😔
444 days, our lives slowly eroding just like the earth beneath the bombing planes. 💔✈️
Our hearts are exhausted by the sound of gunfire, and our eyes are tired of waiting for a dawn that only brings more destruction. 🔫🌑
We need a moment of rest, to sleep without fear of an explosion that might erase our dreams. 🛏️💭
Our bodies can no longer bear the hunger, and our souls groan in helplessness in the face of this torment. 😞🍽️
Oh God... Is there any mercy left for peace to visit this land? 🙏💔
Gaza cannot take any more, and its people are still calling out: Where is the peace? 🆘🕊️
Dreaming of peace has become the hope we cling to, despite every wound and every cry that fills our sky. 🌅💔
- Here’s the message translated into English with emotional and heartfelt wording:
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Our message to everyone ..
Please, open your hearts and help our family, who has been living through the unbearable horrors of war for over a year and three months in Gaza.
We have faced displacement, hunger, pain, the destruction of our home, bombings, thirst, illness, poverty, despair, and an overwhelming fear that never leaves us. We are running out of strength... We need you to be the hero who reaches out and offers us a lifeline.
Help us escape to safety, away from the devastation of Gaza, to a place where we can rebuild our lives.
Whether to Europe or Canada, this is our dream now – to live in peace, free from the constant fear and violence.
Please, help us. Right now, as you read our words and see our faces, we are clinging to the hope that you will hear our cry. We fear that one day, we may no longer be here at all.
Thank you for taking the time to read our story. Please, share it and donate to help us.
🍉🇵🇸♥️
Maryam's Family
♥️🇵🇸🍉
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Happy Birthday, Jayden!
Happy Birthday, George!
foot chase
Some very big news. Season 1 of Dead Boy Detectives is now available for purchase at Amazon 👀
The more we can show demand for this series, the better the chance that it will get picked up. If you're able, please consider stopping by to purchase an episode or even the whole season 💀🔎
Edwin Payne, my beloved
"All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made him kind."
🦇🕸Edwin × Charles🕸🦇
🔎💀🕸Dead Boy Detectives🕸💀🔍
The Israeli entity is openly talking about occupying and invading Gaza. It has mobilized 60,000 soldiers and named the operation "Gideon's Vehicles." Please, we will face many massacres. Please do something. Donate so we can leave Gaza as soon as possible. We are in dire need of your donations now to leave Gaza . Please Don't skip me, Please Donate.!!!
PLEASE HELP ME WITH A DONATIONS SO I CAN GET OUT GAZA AND ESCAPE THIS WAR AND GENOCIDE.!!!
My campaign vatted by:
@gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #43 )
The siege and genocide in Gaza have intensified. What's worse is that I am still injured after our house was bombed while we were inside, and I need urgent surgery that can only be performed outside Gaza. Now we are suffering from real famine. The price of a bag of flour has reached 300 euros, and we cannot afford it. All food items are extremely expensive, and we do not have the money to buy them. We have not eaten bread for five days. I Ask for urgent help by donating to save my life and the life of my family so that we do not die of hunger, please!!!
Please donate to me and my family so that we do not die of hunger in this famine!!!!
Gaza is bleeding, and we are still here, clinging to life.
We wake up to funerals and sleep to the sound of bombs.
There is no clean water. Barely any food. No medicine. No safety.
We sit in the dark, waiting for a light that never comes.
Pretending to be strong while our hearts starve and our minds tremble.
All we want is one ordinary day.
No terror. No loss.
No lines for bread.
We just want to live.
If this moved something inside you, the link below can help
Your share can save a life. Your silence won't.
This is not just a post. This is a cry for help. From Gaza, with pain.
Edwin Payne
Some very big news. Season 1 of Dead Boy Detectives is now available for purchase at Amazon 👀
The more we can show demand for this series, the better the chance that it will get picked up. If you're able, please consider stopping by to purchase an episode or even the whole season 💀🔎
Honestly Edwin's and Charles' relationship is devotion but looked at through Niko's pink tinted heart glasses :3
I’m in the mood to remind u that dbda will probably never ever get another season and Charles and Edwin will never have an onscreen kiss :3
I'm I'm the mood to skin you alive, grease your skin with olive oil, stretch it, slightly toast it, use it as cling film. Then, rip each vertebrae one by one and tumble them in a rock tumblr until they look like pearls, make a necklace and sell it for millions as a prehistoric Neanderthal necklace. After wards, I will take the eyes and rip them from their extraocualar muscles, peel the sclera off like skin off a grape, then use the unclothed eyeballs in a fruit salad which otherwise consists of strawberries, mangoes, peaches, and the ashes of then last 7 generations on your paternal sides. I will promptly use your blood in a ritual to summon the gods of the underworld to curse your bloodline and every inanimate object you have ever touched to turn into orbees. After the local area has an orbee crisis, I will use said orbees to stuff your cleaned intestines and make it into a stress toy, and stuff your stomach to make a punching bag. I will proceed to pluck every individual tooth and fill your empty mouth with everything that maggots need to thrive. You will be known as the corpse with an ecosystem in the jaw area. I will also use said teeth and polish them. Then using the polished teeth I will put them in soap bars which I will gift to your already cursed family so when they use it, teeth fall out. Furthermore I will use the flesh off your limbs to train pirhanas to walk, so the world will go into a crisis wondering about this phenomenon. For days the walking pirhana armies will cause chaos and taint the sky red.
We still got most of your abdomen and some limbs to cover so stay tuned for more! :3
As much as I love the idea of Charles and Edwin one day burning down st hilarions, the place of bad memories and pain for both of them, I don't think they would do that.
At first they would want to, but why wouldn't they inflict more torture on boys who might be suffering like themselves? I feel like Edwin and Charles would be ready to burn the whole place down, but something stops them...
*cue mini fic ish*
Edwin leans to watch the boarding school through the window of the attic. Painful memories flood his mind and for a moment he feels like he has been sucked into the whirlpool of his past, like he is helpless and beaten all over again-
Charles' voice jolts him out of his thoughts. "Edwin? Everything all right? "
"Yes, just... Just some rather unpleasant thoughts is all, no need to worry. "
Charles regards him with a knowing look. He knows his thoughts are not just "unpleasant", neither are his. They both tend to suppress their memories of the place when they sense the other is stressed- it's natural by now, being almost able to tune into eachothers feelings.
Charles and Edwin pour a small amount of gasoline on the wooden floor of the attic. Once the fire is set, the school will come tumbling down from above. Charles reaches into his bag to retrieve a box of matches. His hands are aquiver as he reaches into the box for a match. This one little flame will be the flame to end the torture for so many boys just like them...
"Charles?"
Edwin places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His eyes reflect the dewy shine of gasoline as he looks at Charles with a sincere expression.
"Charles, are you quite all right? "
Charles sighs and drops the match.
"Yeah mate, just a little off... You sure we're doing the right thing? "
"Of course we are Charles- we are responsible for the demise of this dreadful school, perhaps-"
His words are cut off by a sharp in take of breath followed by harsh, gut wrenching sobs. Charles and Edwin look at each other and almost telepathically decide to stand of and go observe.
They fade through the wall to a small, closet like room. It was the old storage room from Edwin's time, when the school was smaller and they made use of the room. In the far corner, a boy, no more than 15 or 16 is convulsing with these heart breaking sobs. Each sob brings a new wave of pain that punches Edwin and Charles in the guts. Even from their vantage point behind the crouching boy, they can see the torn collar and bleeding ear. They watch as the boy breathes sharply and clutches his ribs. The sobs cease but he breathes shakily and starts to rock himself. Charles turns to Edwin to ask how they should help.
"Edwin so-"
"W-who is that? " the boy winces as he turns and stands up in the direction of the boys. From there, they can see the full damage. Bruises creeping up from his ribs to his neck where there are red marks. Blood trickles from a wound above his ear.
"I said, WHO IS THAT?! " he shouts with the little energy he has. He collapses on the floor again to resume his helpless sobs. Edwin turns Charles by the waist into the other room. In a hushed whisper he says
"He can hear us and feel us, but he can't see us. This means he's close to death but not that near. He'll recover, I should think. "
Charles leans closer.
"We have to help him. Burning the school down wouldn't help him would it mate? Perhaps he is just like me, please..."
He swallows as memories threaten to rise. Edwin gives him a look, which means that in this case Charles' idea is the right one. They step back into the other room.
"So, mate don't worry-" Charles begins. He is cut off by the sobs immediately stopping and the boy spluttering through pain:
"It's you again. SHOW YOURSELF! " the boy's confusion melts into anger as he tenses into a rigid stance, pushed right back into the corner.
"We're not here to hurt you. We just want to know if we can help you, 'kay? "
The boy's tired eyes begin to shine with vulnerability as he let's down his guard. Being defensive like that is exhausting, Charles would know. He kneels down to the boy, who has slipped into his previous crouching position again in the corner.
Edwin watches from the opposite corner. He knows that he can't interfere, this is Charles' moment and he can't help without breaking the fragile feelings that have been aroused.
"Look, mate. You don't need to know who we are, or why other can hear us, but what matters is we want to help. I've been, " Charles gulps, "in a similar situation before. I know how difficult it can be, and it's better you don't go through it on your own. I would know that too. " he glances at Edwin and smiles.
"I think I'm going insane." The boy buries his head in his arms.
"But are you okay with us.. Helping you?"
He sniffles. "Don't help me, help my friend. Those fucking bullies, they wanted to beat him up just cuz he had an accent that wasn't english. I couldn't let them get the best of my friend, so I stood up to them and now I'm here. Oh fuck I really am going insane, talking to the voices am I now? "
Charles takes a moment to recover. This sounds like a retelling of his life, with a couple different details. He feels like he has been dipped back into his past and the pain feels as fresh as ever. The pain morphs into a raging anger that overcomes him, it's flames showing in his eyes.
"Edwin, stay with the boy. "
"There's another-? "
"That doesn't matter. He'll keep you safe. Where are the bullies? "
You don't need to look at Charles to tell that he is seething with anger.
"I-i don't know! " the boy seems to be on the verge of tears as his eyes widen.
"I'm sorry, " Charles begins. He might have been too harsh, he can't take out his anger on him. "I'm sorry, but where are the bullies? Do you have any idea? "
The boy takes a deep breath.
"The four of them share a room, 2 bunk beds. It's room 50c, so the last room in building c. "
Charles and Edwin give each other a confused glance. Building c?
"I'll find it. Thanks mate, you don't know what this means to us. Edwin you'll be all right yeah? " Charles looks nervously st the pair.
"Charles, I'll be fine. I am the least of your concerns. Just, don't do anything... Rash."
Charles nods. He know that he won't go about this in a calm way certainly, but he'll need the warning. He turns to go, but he stops at the sensation of a hand on his. Edwin is holding his hand. He looks at Edwin who is kneeling with the boy. His eyes beg him to not let his anger overcome him. Charles takes a look at the shivering boy, now huddled in Edwin's overcoat, and realises the vulnerability this has exposed in both of them. He realises how Edwin is taking care of this boy like he once took care of him. The anger lessens it's iron grip on Charles and he gives Edwin the reassuring smile that he can control himself, that everything will be all right. And with the fleeting warmth of Edwin's hand still on his, he fades out if the room on his way to 50c.
Once Edwin and Charles figure their relationship out, normalise Charles being super silly ™ in dates with Edwin.
This, by now, is their 2nd or 3rd official date and they are returning to their flat. Hand in hand they walk down the lamp lit London road leading to the office flat. Edwin is reveling in the slight warmth of Charles' hand in his, and atmosphere of the night. But suddenly, Charles takes off on a sprint, Edwin fumbles, calling for him and then begins to run after him. But the head start that Charles had means that he is already at the flat whilst Edwin is climbing the last flight of stairs. To his shock, the door is thrown open and Charles is kneeling on one knee, with one hand outstretched for Edwin and the other holding the door. His head is almost brushing the floor, but without looking up he says between ragged breaths:
"Come through, your honour. "
Edwin gently lifts his hand to his mouth in a shocked movement, but places his hand in Charles'.
"Thank you Charles, really I've never had someone do this for m-"
Edwin can't say anymore because in a single, swift movement, Charles sweeps around the stand behind Edwin, leaving his hand gently hovering for Charles' used to be.
"Anything for my best mate. " Charles breathes into Edwin's neck, winking. Suddenly Charles hands are sliding Edwin's overcoat off and hanging them on the nearby coat hanger.
Edwin has stopped working and has disintegrated into a furiously blushing puddle on the floor.
GIVE US SEASON TWO ISTG-
i need you to understand that dbda is a tragedy & it didn't have to be.
it is a tragedy because the protagonists are sixteen year old boys who were victims of hate crimes. it is tragic because their deaths are senseless and didn't have to happen. it is tragic because they were killed by other sixteen year old boys who were taught hate and violence instead of compassion and tolerance. it is tragic because their deaths were probably the best thing that ever happened to them.
it is a tragedy because the boys do not let the tragedy define them. it is a tragedy because these awful, vile things happen to them, and they choose to be better, and they should not have to be. it is a tragedy because in our universe edwin and charles didn't come back as ghosts & they are just dead.
tragedies, by definition, must have a sad and/or unsatisfying ending. 'dead boy detectives' is the definition of a tragedy. because it ended sad (with niko dying) and unsatisfying (with the knowledge that niko is Out There Somewhere). 'dead boy detectives' was never meant to be a tragedy but because it was ended before it was supposed to be, it is.
edwin's life didn't have to be a tragedy. he very well could have lived past the war and become a writer or a librarian or a detective. edwin could have lived a long and happy life, and it wouldn't have been perfect, but it would have been human and complete. but his life was ended prematurely, so it is a tragedy
charles' life didn't have to be a tragedy. he very well could have lived through his father's abuse and created his own home with his own family where he never laid a single finger on his kids. he could have played music as loud as he wanted and kissed people in clubs and taught sports lessons at a community center. but this was taken from him. his life was ended prematurely, so it is a tragedy
but. it is also NOT a tragedy. because charles & edwin find each other. they find each other and they find love and hope within tragedy. because they live on beyond death, their story is not a tragedy
what i am trying to say is. 'dead boy detectives' is a tragedy because @netflix canceled them. it did not have to be a tragedy because it did not have to be canceled. and yet it still does not have to be a tragedy, because as a community, we have the ability to carry on their story, to find love and hope and community within tragedy
capitalism is a bitch and it is the inherent antithesis of art whatever whatever whatever edwin paine did not die for us to give up on this media. it deserves more. it deserves better. we all do.
you deserve better than the world. we all deserve more than we are given. but we cannot change that. we can just, like, make art, and have community, and keep shouting our love. we did not deserve this cancelation. but like. netflix does not deserve to warp their story into a tragedy. they don't have that right, i don't give it to them
Save it 👹
I would apologize for this but there’s nothing to apologize for unless you are @netflix 🤷
Niko and the song Cure for me by Aurora.
Do you get me?
Really just any Aurora song and Niko actually they just go~