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Recently I—I went to Hell to get him back. He said... some things. Even after what I saw, and did what he did, and—I don't believe he deserves that. And—I think I might—oh, God...

An RV!Edwin moodboard based on @technically-human and @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are 's Reverse Verse❣️❣️

P.S. Mary @spacegirlsgang made an RV!Charles mb here <3

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Do you know what happened when I died, Crystal? Nothing. My disappearance was labeled an "act of God."

My interpretation of Edwin's true form/death form! I love the interpretations of his form being how we see him in Hell, and of him disintegrating, but recently I thought of a secret third option: that he actually doesn't have a death form at all. Since Sa'al consumed him fully/summoned his body to Hell, there was no dead body left behind on Earth (afaik in the show's canon) to take the form of (as there was for Charles, for example). So I was thinking: what if, in the cases where he can't hold onto his usual appearance, he starts becoming translucent, to the point he disappeares altogether?

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I cannot believe you would risk your entire existence coming down to this operatic horror show for me! It's so fucking stupid, it's unbelievable!

Sorry. No version of this where I didn't come get you.

Dead Boy Detectives x Greek Mythology: Charles and Edwin as Orpheus and Eurydice

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Right, then. I'm Edith Payne. This is Charlotte Rowland. As you no doubt know, we are the Dead Girl Detective Agency.

She's the brains, I'm the brawn. Getting things done.

You are the brawn?

Yeah. Why'd you say it like that?

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Hold onto your voice. Hold onto your breath. Don't make a noise, don't leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you...I'm in the hallway again, I'm in the hallway. The radio's playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I'll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.

Dead Boy Detectives x Richard Siken - "You Are Jeff: 20"

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Charles Rowland, #34, Backliner

An excerpt from the popular exy blog, Don't Be Daft:

From Striker to Backliner

Charles Rowland has not always been an exy player. In fact, until he was 16, Rowland thought he would be a cricketer. Indeed, at the time of his attendance he was an essential contributor to the success of his cricket team at St. Hilarion's School for Boys.

However, the trajectory of Rowland's life shifted when some teammates of his took their taunting too far. Rowland was out of commission for a few weeks. In turn, he lost his passion for the sport he had grown up playing.

After his release from hospital, Rowland took up a new hobby—and racquet—joining his school's exy youth club, the St. Hilarion Hellraisers, as a backliner. Though he didn't see the court much, as he was still on the mend, Rowland found time to hone his skills between studies and Hellraiser practice. By graduation, Rowland had secured a spot as a backliner for the University of London, Fortismere.

The ULF Ghosts are often referred to by their nickname, the University of the Lost and Found, but the Ghosts don't shy away from their sobriquet. Inspired by the leadership of David Wymack of the Palmetto State University Foxes—as well as that of Kayleigh Day, who brought the sport over to the UK—the coaches of the ULF Ghosts give those from difficult backgrounds the opportunity to play on their team, and on the Gravelpit Court.

Unlike most uni students, exy players in the UK spend five years at their university to match those in the States.

"It's only fair we're at the same skill level as the Americans if we go pro, yeah?" says Rowland, currently in his third year. "And if that means getting to spend more time with my mates and more time on the court, I don't see a downside."

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Niko Sasaki, #8, Goalkeeper

An excerpt from the popular exy blog, Don't Be Daft:

Outlook So Far, So Good

Any casual exy fan knows the sport originates from Japan. Any respectable exy fan knows the ULF Ghosts have a goalkeeper who hails from the same country.

Like her teammates, Niko Sasaki's route to ULF was paved with obstacles—but this wasn't the case at its inception. Sasaki was born in raised in Osaka, Japan, three hours or so from the site of the birth of exy. As such, Sasaki was quick to join a youth exy team as a goalkeeper. Years flew by, and she became quite formidable in her position, her father a steady source of encouragement. Thus was her life until, in her mid-teens, her father passed.

Soon afterward, the decision was made for Sasaki to move to America to put some space between herself and the death of her father. Though intended to be for her betterment, the loss of her father took a toll on Sasaki. She lost motivation to complete coursework at the boarding school she attended in Port Townsend, WA, then lost motivation to attend school at all. Without her father's morale to keep her afloat, Sasaki eventually lost the joy she once had for exy, too.

However, this did not mean exy had fully left her life. Sasaki moved out of the boarding school and into a rented room in town, owned by Jenny Green, the local butcher and then-part-time Port Townsend youth exy coach (the latter of which, I have been emphatically told to clarify, was born out of financial necessity and boredom). When the two caught wind of each other's involvement in the sport, Green asked Sasaki to tag along to practices in an assistant-manager-type position—which primarily consisted of inventory and child wrangling—but some habits are difficult to quit. Green noticed Sasaki absentmindedly landing shots in empty goals during water breaks, and was promoted to coach Sasaki as well (casually and time permitting, as I have also been requested to clarify).

As Sasaki neared what would have been the end of her senior year of high school, Green was offered a position as an assistant coach at ULF. Green responded that she would accept the offer, on one condition: Sasaki also be signed onto the team.

"I'm still a little rusty, and I have a lot to learn," says Sasaki. "But I'm so excited to be returning to the game I grew up loving—and with new friends who want the best for each other, no matter what."

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Crystal Palace, #3, Striker

An excerpt from the popular exy blog, Don't Be Daft:

A Crystal in the Rough

These days, it is not uncommon to see an American playing on a British exy team. What is uncommon is the path Crystal Palace had to take to get to where she is today.

Though she considers herself an American—indeed, her accent gives as much away—Palace grew up with parents heavily involved in the realm of art, and thus traveled around the world in their wake. It was during one of her parents' projects that Palace found herself drawn to exy, and she began to practice her skills with a racquet when she could carve out the time between travel and performance and press. In no time, she was a novice striker.

There were positives to being a child of those seeking the limelight: whatever Palace asked for was granted to her, which included a private exy coach. By the time Palace was 15, she had moved to a heavy racquet and had surpassed what her private coach could teach her. Then based in London, Palace scoured the city for a team worthy of her time and talent. She found what she was looking for in the Selhurst Demons, a premier youth team that was more than happy to welcome her into their ranks. It was no surprise that at 16, Palace was one of the Demons' starting strikers.

While Palace was able to challenge herself on the court, there came interpersonal challenges, too. A relationship with a teammate and subsequent falling out resulted in a not-so-accident during one of Selhurst's games. Due to the circumstances of the injury, Palace took a leave of absence—only later did she tell the public that it was because she had developed retrograde amnesia. It was during this time that Palace decided to switch courses, eventually joining the team at ULF.

"In a way, I'm glad my injury took me out of the game for a bit," says Palace. "It gave me the chance to think about who I was in the moment, and who I wanted to be, rather than worrying about who I was. Now, I'm back and better than ever."

That much is crystal clear.