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wenclair figure skater au ❄

What if we were both professional figure skaters and kissed on the ice?

Soooo there's a wof (wings of fire) fandom on here and I didn't know. But I've found it and although I read this series like 3 years ago idek :/ and am not really invested in the stories I will happily continue to make little dragon ocs!

I will now proceed to spam multiple ocs. :)

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

What do you mean this isn't a photo

doot doot?

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

im sobbing :,)

I’m gonna talk about Dead Boy Detectives for a second, specifically Charles and Edwin’s deaths.

Edwin died in a basement and Charles in an attic, and Edwin went to Hell and Charles was presumably meant to go to Heaven. Edwin died by fire (demons from Hell) and Charles died by ice (hypothermia). Edwin was targeted for his queerness and Charles for the color of his skin, the country his mother came from. Edwin never seemed to get along with the boys who would kill him but Charles called his murderers friends until they turned on him. Edwin died by supernatural means while Charles died by run of the mill racist teenagers. They died more than 7 decades apart.

When you look at the details there are so many differences but the story is still the exact fucking same. Two boys who died at the hands of a group of their classmates who decided that they did not fit with the rest of them and therefore must pay the price. Two boys who died on the same grounds of the same school, whose deaths were brushed aside and covered up by people who held the same titles. More than 70 years apart and not a single thing has changed, Charles’ death didn’t get any more attention than Edwin’s, because more than 70 years later the same fucking story happened again.

Edwin’s death didn’t change a damn thing, and it could happen again now because Charles’ death didn’t change a damn thing either. And then the ghosts of two 16 year olds decided that if the adults, if the living weren’t going to change anything then they fucking would. If the living would not grant them justice and would not grant them change, then they fucking would.

Because there was a difference, in the end. Edwin was murdered, and so was Charles, but while Edwin died scared and alone Charles didn’t. Edwin died in a cold, dark basement, but Charles died in warm light of a lantern, even if that warmth wasn’t enough to save him. Edwin died to the sounds of his own screams, his own voice pleading for mercy that would not come, but Charles drifted off to sleep to the sound of a kind boy reading him a book.

The living won’t change. The story could and will keep on repeating because the living will not make sure it doesn’t. The living are messy. But the dead, for all the ways they will never change, will never get any older, they can change the story, at least a bit. Charles and Edwin can’t make sure that no other boy dies at that school, but if the story repeats itself yet again they can make sure the victim is at peace. They can solve the murders and find the lost items and release the spirits who are trapped. The living won’t help the dead, but they can help each other.

So they call themselves the Dead Boy Detectives, form an agency and get an office and help who they can, because they didn’t matter to the living, and many of their clients don’t either. But they matter to the dead.

Their clients matter. And Charles and Edwin matter too.

Those eyes have seen things that mortal eyes shouldn't have seen

Fishies

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The cat king is just so perfect

Manipulative but gullible

Smart but foolish

Pathetic but powerful