It started as a joke, but I kind of became invested in the process...
I imagine them bonding over being married to their jobs. They synchronize their lunch breaks, but since none of them can eat, they spend time chatting instead. The Notary talks about her children (those that "graduated" under her jurisdiction), and the Postman shares how proud he is of his (the ones he delivers mail to). For both of them the job comes first, and they respect that in each other.
For DBDA April Foolish Pairing Fest organized by @savethedeadboys
Edwin/Kingham for the DBDA Foolish Pairing Fest @savethedeadboys
Anyone up for Edwin corruption arc by a Dandelion Sprite?? Something went wrong (or well???) when they tried to extract them from Niko and now Edwin gets all the love and affection he never got and in exchange they cause mayhem!!!! They also share terrible fashion advice and sass you for days. Nobody survives the burns they casually hand out.
A little Dead Boy Detectives fandom fun is coming your way for April Fool's Day, March 29 - April 1 💀🔎
Want to jump in?
Spin this picker wheel twice.
Whoever you land on is your pairing. But, here's the catch: if you get one of the main pairings for the fandom, you've got to respin! No Payneland, Palasaki, Catwin, Montwin, or Cryland for this event. It's rare and improbable pairings only.
We want to hear you convince us of the undying love between Angie and the Doll-Spider, or wax poetic about how the Night Nurse and the Ghost Postman are written in the stars. We can't wait to see what you come up with!
Tag your posts with #foolish pairing fest and be sure to @ us. We'll reblog everything sfw to share the love! 💖
For the Foolish Pairing Fest: Niko (aka The Principal) and the Night Nurse.
April total snuck up on me, so I didn't end up doing much, but under the cut I put little like, bits of a story idk.
The Night Nurse looked at the stack of papers on her desk, practically threatening to topple over. She didn't have to, technically, reorganize those dead boys' case files, but they were truly god awful. She gave up and simply put her head down on her desk. The Night Nurse sighed, and said "I swear, if I have to read another case titled after a pun, or using some form of alliteration, I may yet take my first vaction since 500 BCE."
"Might I join you then?" The Principal had apparently 'appeared,' for lack of a better word, whilst The Night Nurse was preoccupied.
"My, apologies, I was simply..." The Night Nurse quickly composed herself, sitting with perfect posture. She resisted the urge to try and fix her messed up hair, and instead kept her arms folded in front of her on the desk.
"No need, truly. I had come to discuss how this assingment was working out for you?"
"I am currently reorganizing the filing system," The Night Nurse motioned to stack of papers detailing various cases.
"Well, that sounds as though it's going well," The Principal smirked, then took a chair from some other corner of the room and brought it over to the desk. "Might I join you?"
"Doesn't your job... well, quite frankly put you above such things as paperwork?"
"I, 'quite frankly' enjoy a bit of work to do with the nitty gritty details. I have excellent reading comprehesion in fact."
"I, wouldn't doubt that but-"
The Principal had already started looking though the papers and read aloud, "'The Case of the Trivial Tangerine,' those three are certainly creative are they not?"
The Night Nurse muttered, "Creative isn't exactly the word I'd use," but The Principal was already putting on her glasses and reading about the case of the Tangerine.
The Night Nurse sat across The Principal at a little round wooden table. The room in which they sat was only slightly less bland than the rest of the Lost and Found Department. It had grey carpeting, and dull yellowish walls. There were various paintings hung about, but they were mostly abtract, or of landscapes wit hmuted colors.
The Principal leaned forwards at the table. The Night Nurse knew her quite well, (one could say that for sure,) by now, but she still made her a bit nervous when leaning into her role as her boss.
"I had never thought of you as much of a rule-breaker, darling."
The Night Nurse pressed her lips into a thin line.
"Reports and such get to me pretty slowly, as you know, but I just got word about what you did back in Port Townsend," The Principal had a quite serious look to her face, in the way her eyes seemed to bore into The Night Nurse's soul. The Principal cocked her head to the side, "You didn't file form E436592 before opening a portal to Hell."
"I can explain! You see, that spider had-"
"Oh no, don't worry, I won't tell anyone," The Princial smiled. "I totally ship those two as well."
"Oh, well thank yo- You what?"
(This next one is the one I did the little doodle for.)
The Principal stood in the center of the Dead Boy Detectives Agency office. The boys were in their usual positions at their desk, and Crystal on the sofa. The Night Nurse had only just about gotten there, and still had her wife's coffee in hand.
The Principal cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the whole room, "I am aware of the research you all have been doing as of late. You have been trying to keep this from me. You've been trying to find your friend Niko. I would have no objection to this, but I do not want you to waste your time - please, let me finish! I had wished to keep this from you, but I feel I must tell you now that I know what you have been spending your time doing. I am Niko Sasaki."
Crystal and the boys immediatly began speaking over one another, arguing with, and not believing The Principal. At least that is what The Night Nurse assumed, though she couldn't quite make out a full sentence from any of them.
She did however notice The Principal, (or Niko rather,) sigh, and mutter, "'The truth will out' I suppose."
The Night Nurse couldn't help but think back to a girl whom she had sat with while she waited for her friends to make it back from the underworld. Who had pestered her about every little rule in her handbook and then just used that knowledge she gained to help the people she cared about. A girl who was bubbly and sweet to the point of ridiculousness.
The Night Nurse lifted up her wife's coffee to look at the label listing all the different things it had in it, and considered her own morning. How she had texted her wife and asked her about a coffee order so full of every type of sweet thing on that plane that she could never remember it. She thought of a woman who could switch from being her boss, serious and sure of everything she said, to then being her wife, just a little to full of light for the Night Nurse to imagine she could work where she herself did. She thought of the lady who had offered to help her with a bit of meaningless paperwork just to get to know her better.
DBDA Foolish Pairing Fest:
Crystal + The Doll-Spider Demon
David had been right—the bastard. Crystal did love the copper taste she got in her mouth when she hurt people. At least trading David to the Doll-Spider Demon in exchange for Edwin had worked. It was a good thing. Too bad she was reminded of that delightful copper taste and now was hooked once again. But she was getting her fix with doomed souls, so it wasn’t that bad, right? Well, the boys didn’t see it that way, but that’s okay. They’d come around eventually.
Crystal’s musings were interrupted by the familiar sound of baby doll laughter. Her precious pet was home with its new toy. The Doll-Spider Demon entered the warehouse, carrying its whimpering plaything. It unceremoniously dumped the pathetic spirit on the floor before bounding over to its new master like a grotesque golden retriever.
“Mama!” The baby doll voices cried out.
“Hello, sweetie!” Crystal cooed sweetly. “And what did you bring Mommy this time?”
Baby doll giggles was the only response. But no other response was needed. The question was merely for fun.
“Well, go on then. Make Mommy proud.”
The warehouse was filled with screams, crunching bones, and laughter. Not baby doll laughter, however. A sweet laughter that perfectly matched its owner’s pretty face.
Wrote this and made the moodboard literally yesterday. So please be kind. 🫣
I might write a slightly fuller version (and by that, I mean a page or so) later. I started doing it that way but switched to writing this shorter version first for Twitter, and it took so long to make the moodboard for it that I got burnt out. Maybe I'll finish it this weekend.
