#davistwinsbirthday

[seoulsborne123]

This day came by so fast. I couldn't prepare much, but here's a little something for the twins! Happy bday to the idiot and the stupid.

[eyeliner-vampire]

I know it’s late but this fandom is honestly the reason I keep writing.

Happy birthday boys.

[ghosthunthq]

The Davis Twins’ birthday! 3rd annual Fan Works Event, September 19th-30th, 2018

It’s that time of the year again, temperatures are starting to lower, rains and colorful leaves are beginning to blow around(for those of us in the upper hemisphere anyway). When pumpkins are beginning to grow it must be time to celebrate the Oliver and Eugene’s Birthday. 

What can you make?

Theme

The Davis Twins in general

The Twins’ birthday in particular

Special yearly theme…  

Dreams/Reality

Dream, noun

a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing throughthe mind during sleep.

the sleeping state in which this occurs.

an object seen in a dream.

an involuntary vision occurring to a person when awake.

a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie.

an aspiration; goal; aim.

a wild or vain fancy.something of an unreal beauty, charm, or excellence.

Reality, noun

the state or quality of being real.

resemblance to what is real.

a real thing or fact.

real things, facts, or events taken as a whole; state of affairs

philosophy.-  something that exists independently of ideas concerning it. something that exists independently of all other things and from which all other things derive.

something that is real.

something that constitutes a real or actual thing, as distinguished from something that is merely apparent.

All types of fan works are welcome!

Fan Art; including drawings, aesthetics boards, text manipulations

Fanfiction

Whatever you want to make

The only rule is, keep it SFW

How do you participate?

Create your work

Post your work on your tumblr any time between September 19th- 30th with the theme you chose and the event hashtag, #davistwinsbirthday

GHHQ will be following the tag and will reblog tagged posts.

Please tag your work with the hashtag #Davistwinsbirthday

If you have any questions about the even send GHHQ an ask.

Art by @teaaddictedghosthunter

[thisurlplease]

It’s Not Time to Wake up Yet Theme: Dreams/Reality Tools: Copics & Photoshop CC

Happy Birthday to Naru and Gene.

[books-tea-ghosts]

Happy Birthday, Boys! Thank you, Ev for all the help with the background and encouragment! This was done for the @ghosthunthq's event for the twins with the prompt, 'Firsts', I chose 'Their first piece of candy!' A big Thank you to @beejinki, as well for writting a lovely drabble to go alongside it!! (which will be linked once I have it)

[iwoulddieformaitaniyama]

Oliver Davis had never hated his brother. Never, not once in their lives. He recognized early on the uselessness of coveting what others had and, by nature, he was quite analytical and adverse to the societal climates his brother excelled in. He had no desire to get involved with people, far more content in his studies. While his brother was out cavorting with girls and boys and everyone in between, Oliver stayed inside with his books and his lists and everything he could find on ghosts and why he and his brother were the way they were. No matter what they went through with ghosts or people or even their adoptive parents, Noll had never been jealous or hateful of his brother.

He should have known better, really. It was bound to happen sooner or later, he just never expected it to happen once Gene was dead. And, really, it wasn’t even Gene’s fault. Not entirely, but Oliver was still willing to place some of the blame on him.

“Is it me,” He asked Mai, “or Gene?”

And she couldn’t answer him.

He knew the answer. It was the same answer it always was.

“He’s just so much nicer!” “So sweet!” “So very kind, and thoughtful! He got me flowers for my birthday!”

“His brother,  though…” “Always frowning, I know…” “It’s a shame he wastes those good looks on his studies, books don’t appreciate him…” “Oh, but we couldn’t either with that attitude.”

It was Gene. It was always Gene.

Oliver had never hated his brother before.

Well.

There’s a first time for everything.

Sorry, was this supposed to be fluffy? Because this isn’t. Sorry. But I started thinking about how Naru wanted to dissect Gene but couldn’t because the body had been left for so long and he couldn’t get access... He didn’t seem to hate Gene then but given how we can assume/infer/etc his feelings for Mai...  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kagami-knkmochi]

[snavej]

For the twin’s birthday, the Ghost Hunt HQ prompt was “Firsts” and this is what happened so...

[rmnitb]

Yearly Mark

His body is eight years old. His mind is approximately 54. In 9 years, at age seventeen, his brother will die. -:- Time travel. For the Davis twins' birthday.

Read it at: FF.net

One hand on the steering wheel, another clasping a phone to his ear, Noll stared off in the distance as the blank dial tone grew louder and louder. It was like a bee buzzing around at first, on and off, as if it was zooming in and out of the car. In a few beats, it grew into a sound reminiscent of the vehicle's security alarm-obnoxious and demanding. And then, it was fire alarms-no, ambulance sirens.

The bells screamed into his ears.

-:-

Noll spends today with Martin, unbelievably. Luella urges them to do so, seeing as both of them have been obviously stressed out during the week; Martin with checking his students' papers, and Noll with restlessness, which Luella presumed was the anxiety of being thousands of miles away from his twin brother.

And so, Luella deems today a quality father-son holiday. She throws them out of the house and lets them decide where they'll go. It's just the two of them, since Gene has already left for Japan yesterday. Noll and Martin spend a long, winding minute on the porch, shuffling and avoiding each others eyes.

It hasn't always been like this, not in other timelines. Noll has been especially close to his adoptive father two loops ago, when he allowed himself to live that lifetime without worrying about Gene up until his body turned 17 years old, on the year of Gene's death. Noll knows for a fact that he and Martin have a lot in common, so he knows exactly how they could spend this day. However . . . he has spent this timeline withdrawn from the world. In this timeline, his seventh, he interacts with his family only minimally, only whenever he needs to-even with Gene.

This entire timeline, he spent planning several countermeasures against Gene's looming death. He has come up with countless theories and hypotheses, backing them up with his memories from other timelines when he failed to save his brother. It isn't the solid evidence he desperately needs, and he's afraid he might have remembered things wrong, but he has reached his mind's limit and has gone beyond just to create a plan to break this loop.

It took a lot of urging on Martin's part to know Noll's opinion. In the end, they decide to go to the ocean. Martin initially suggests for them to head to an aquarium, but Noll protests, saying there would be too many people on a Saturday afternoon. He adds that he's not a kid anymore, and it is true, technically. He's 33 years old in mind but not body, which is only 17 years old.

Setting his gaze out the car window, Noll sits shotgun while Martin drives. They pass by a coastline, boats of several kinds lined up on their respective docks, the endless sea stretching farther and farther away. There's a flock of gulls flying overhead, and Noll opens the window to hear their cries. The wind is harsh across his cheeks.

"You're going to start college soon, Noll," Martin starts, grasping at a topic he deems safe enough to discuss. He never did learn how to deal with the younger of his sons, and the deep creases across his forehead tells Noll how he regrets it now. "Have you decided on a program yet?"

"I'm not going to college, Martin," Noll replies, his voice even. In another timeline, his parents will have blanched at the idea. Noll has always been keen on keeping his studies up throughout all his loops. And once upon a time, during his first life, he's even finishing up a doctorate. This timeline however, Noll has barely paid attention to his schooling, only attending class on important dates so he won't get kicked out.

Martin sighs with a small smile on his lips. It isn't a happy kind of smile, nor is it empty. It's the kind of smile a parent dons when they've given up. "It's fine that you want to take charge of your life, son, but have you considered your future? Your Mum and I won't be here forever to support you."

I think about the future every single second of my repeated life, Dad, he wants to say, but that will arise too many questions and too little answers. "Of course. I'll take a gap year and think about it again." If Gene doesn't die in a few days, that will mean Noll won't die next year. He'll think about his future then.

"That's good, that's good."

The wind slaps him harshly, still.

-:-

'Noll . . . Oliver, dear. Gene's dead.'

-:-

The date is November 22, Saturday. Tenth loop. Judging from the soft rays slanting through the curtains, it's either dusk or dawn. What a gloomy day it is outside those windows, clouds hanging like a heavy blanket over the city, thunder rumbling steadily across the sky. If he remembers right, today is he and his brother's first day in the Davis residence, right after they were adopted by the Luella and Martin.

The ceiling is a familiar friend; he's stared at it during many mornings in his childhood, on days he woke up too early and couldn't go back to sleep. They have shared-will share-this room until they turn thirteen, when Gene steps his foot down and demands a separate room, saying he's old enough to have his own.

Noll could have risen and explored the house, like he did in the first timeline, but his brother hasn't woken up yet. The blanket beside him shifts, stretches, and gets kicked off the bed. The child responsible continues his sleep with not a bother on his angelic face. Black locks cover his closed eyes, wayward strands jumping out at every direction. His 8-year old twin brother mumbles nonsense in his slumber, chapped lips nearly breaking open at each syllable.

As the sun rises higher and higher in the bleak sky, Noll watches Gene with a complicated expression on his face. More light filters into the room, and Gene's sickly pallor is made more apparent. Noll no doubt looks exactly the same.

Reluctant to move for fear of waking Gene, yet itching to stand, Noll instead settles for observing his old-new-room. A single bed that can fit two children, two recently polished study desks, and a cabinet with only 2 sets of clothes in them; one for himself and one for his twin. He vaguely remembers them leaving the rest of their clothes at the orphanage for other kids to use.

There's an empty bookshelf covering one cream-colored wall, a painting of a garden donned on another. The room is as bare and impersonal as the hotel room he had rented for months all those years ago in his first life, when he was still looking for his brother's dead body.

The room's door creaks open, only a crack, yet Noll jumps at the slight sound. His heart drums erratically in its cage and he lifts a small hand to place over it. A woman in her thirties peaks from behind the door. For a moment, Noll can't recognize the woman-curly blond hair, searching green eyes, quivering smile. It's been too long since he has properly looked at Luella. He's spent the last loop focused entirely on Gene that everything else blurred out to his peripherals.

Luella notices his gaze on her, and a corner of her lips rises ever so slightly. It brightens her entire features. Eyes crinkled, she brings one finger to her lips as if to shush him, then points to his brother. Gene whimpers in his sleep, childish mumbles escaping short breaths.

Noll slips out from under the covers as carefully as he can. He pads across the hardwood floorboards, small thumps accompanying his steps. Luella's smile widens again, and Noll responds with a hesitant smile of his own. Her eyes start to twinkle with unshed tears of happiness. Noll tries not to show he has noticed.

"Good morning, Oliver," she whispers, staring at him in wonder. No doubt little Oliver has been short with her before his mind inhabited this body. "Are you hungry? I'll cook breakfast for you."

"Yes please," he says. He doesn't whisper, but his voice is equally quiet. He starts to head for the kitchen when he stops himself-he's not supposed to know his way around yet. He moves his weight to his left foot, then to his right, wonders if it'll be too odd for little Oliver's behavior, then reaches up to slip his small hand into Luella's.

She squeezes his hand gently and leads him to the kitchen. From his and Gene's room, they cross a long hallway of doors and landscape paintings before they descend down the staircase and into a large foyer. Luella keeps Noll's hand folded in hers until they reach the kitchen, lets go when she prepares the pots and pans.

"What's your favorite breakfast, Oliver?" Luella enunciates his name in a manner as warm as her motherly hugs, and it's been that way ever since he could remember, up until he grew to his teens, up until his last breaths on his numerous deathbeds. Noll will never forget the way she smiled through her tears, reassuring him that he'd be fine soon. Don't sleep yet, Noll. Stay with momma a bit longer.

"Just toast and scrambled eggs, please. And tea." He shuffles over to the breakfast nook, needing to hop up to reach the seat. Surprisingly, he has adjusted to this small body right away, in spite of being an teenager just yesterday.

He watches as Luella cooks, who hums quietly to herself. He would love to hear her sing again, her lullabies and arias already swimming behind his ears. Luella is a former opera singer, but she had to quit due to a complication with her lymph nodes.

She sets down the simple meal in front of him-eggs on toast with mushrooms and cherry tomatoes at the side. Tea is set beside the plate, the cup made of fine china. Noll catches a whiff-darjeeling. His stomach grumbles, and he ducks his head, hiding the spreading warmth at the nape of his neck.

"Help yourself, " she says, and even though she chuckles, everything in the kitchen is so quiet, so serene.

Noll wants time to stop right here. He doesn't want this peaceful moment to end, doesn't want this day to end if another comes. Another day means growing old again. Another month, another year, means getting that much closer to his brother's death. Another decade means Noll himself dying once more and doing everything all over again and going back one more year earlier than the last loop.

His body is eight years old. His mind is approximately 54. In 9 years, at age seventeen, his brother will die.

But none of that will matter is he fails to save Gene within these last 8 tries. If he goes over that number, it would mean going back to a time where he doesn't exist, thus the end of his existence.

-:-

If I end my life before it ends next year, will I still come back? Will I still need to continue this pointless cycle? I'm tired, Gene. Let me join you where you are.

-:-

Before opening his eyes, the last picture Noll sees is of a weeping sky framed by a car's windshield. It looks as if the heavens have shattered-or is in the process of shattering. But he realizes, as the picture blurs into another when he opens his eyes, that it's only broken glass, not the broken heavens.

Bullet-like raindrops hammered across the wrecked car, but the sound is replaced by a sudden hush. His ears feel as if they're clogged, like he's under water. Except, his pulse is loud and clear-slow and erratic, but still there. Propping himself up on an elbow, he tries to sit up, but there is a heavy weight settled on his chest. He gasps at the pressure, eyes opening and seeing only white. It isn't real, he knows. He isn't dying. He stopped dying.

Despite knowing it won't be there, despite having done this three times before, he checks if there's a large shard piercing his chest all the way through to the other side. There isn't, of course not. He takes in a shallow breath, lets it out in a pant, and takes in another, and another. He knows-he has established that only his mind can pass through time-space; he left his dying body in the past timeline. And yet, the rising panic won't leave him, all he could do is let his elbow give up under him, lie back down and try to manage his quickening breaths.

"Noll! Are you tired already?! C'mon, I know you barely go outside but you shouldn't be this pathetic!" It's Gene, his laughter ringing through the tall trees of Yamagata's vast forest. He sounds so far away.

In a small clearing, Noll lies flat on his back. He can feel small, sharp rocks digging into his skin, his thin shirt an inadequate shield against them. A cool gust breezes by but it does nothing to ward off the unforgiving heat of the summer sun. According to this morning's weather forecast, today is the hottest day of the year. Gene, this stubborn brother of his, has still decided to push through his planned hike.

Noll couldn't bring himself to leave him alone-this week is around the day of his death. In this timeline, Noll goes with Gene to Japan, to this faraway land where one accident or another has never failed to kill him.

Today is their third day in this country, a trip Martin and Luella approved as their summer holiday. Noll assured their parents they can come back in three days, but Gene was adamant on two weeks. They reached a compromise of one week.

"Noll? You doing fine over there?" Twigs and leaves are crushed from a few ways away outside Noll's field of vision. The steps come closer and stop right beside him, where a muted thud meets the ground-Gene's heavy backpack.

"I'm fine," Noll replies, left hand still over his chest, his breath steady.

"Are you okay? You look paler than usual . . . What the hell, you should've gotten a tan from all the trekking we did." Gene lifts Noll's arm and compares it side by side with his.

"I just need to catch my breath." Noll retracts his arm and covers it over his eyes. "How much longer 'til we get there?"

"Uh. Um. We're almost there . . ?" Gene shifts, sits up. There's a rustling of paper beside Noll; Gene's worn map being manhandled for the thirtieth time this afternoon.

"How important is it to you to reach the top of this mountain?"

"Very. I've been planning this for months, you know that," Gene replies, patting his SLR camera. "I want to take the perfect photo of the sunset over the valley."

"Would you stake your life on it? Just to take that photo?"

Gene pauses, his lips twisted to one side as he thought. "Yeah, I would. I just know it'll jumpstart my career as a photographer." He removes the cover on his camera's lens and takes a quick snap at Noll.

"But what if you die right after you take that picture?"

Gene raises an eyebrow at Noll. "Well, you know what they say about dead artists-people appreciate them more. That's the best shortcut to popularity actually," he laughed. "But I know I won't. You'll be there to save me, right?"

Noll lifts his arm to his forehead and looks at his twin-black fringe, pale skin, sunburnt nose, blue eyes, constant smile. It's disconcerting to think how he's never seen this face grow older into adulthood, neither on Gene nor on himself.

"I will. I promise."

-:-

The phone fell from his faltering grip, and he heard the dial tone halt to a finish. Everything was silent, and yet the bells were still there.

-:-

[radiowrites]

12 a.m.

Make a wish.

[Ghost Hunt fanfiction - 1000 word one shot - by RaisedonRadio. For the @ghosthunthq Davis Twins’ Birthday project!]

Read it on: AO3 / FF.net / Below the cut!

Prompt: A ‘first’ in the twins’ life.

“Wake up,” a voice whispered in his ear, as a finger tapped his shoulder. Seven-year-old Oliver sat upright fast enough to make his neck ache. He was disorientated in the dim light, and absolutely certain he was in the tiny ratty room he had practically grown up in.

The voice was not in Oliver’s ear, it was in his head – his twin brother’s voice, rudely invading his space without knocking on their mental inner door first. Eugene didn’t bother to knock on real doors either, so why was Oliver surprised?

Oliver tamped down the suffocating feeling as the atmosphere settled around him and became familiar. He was in their bedroom in the orphanage. They had lived there since last winter. It was starting to get chilly outside again, which meant soon one year will have passed. At least, that is what the adults had told him. They made it out like it was a big thing. Their first year here.

Oliver focused on Eugene’s face, oddly illuminated by a single candlestick’s glow. It was set in a small metal holder with a handle, and Eugene held it confidently. If there had not been an electric lamp on the nightstand between the beds, Oliver would have believed they had gone back a hundred years and it was their normal source of light.

“Where did you get that?” Oliver asked.

“Mrs. Clark’s office?”

“Is that a question or an answer? If you burn the place down, they are going to send us back.”

Eugene shook his head with a smile. “They won’t do that. There’s nowhere to send us back to.”

When Oliver’s fears surfaced and were brushed aside so easily, it unnerved him. Didn’t the idea of losing the first home where they were fed, clothed, and allowed to sleep in a timely manner scare Eugene? Did anything? Or did Eugene figure his brother did enough worrying for the both of them?

“Put it down before you drop it,” Oliver said. He tried to sound commanding, but it just came out as pleading. Sometimes, when he was trying to control or protect his brother, he heard his mother’s voice instead of his own. She had never been imposing. Every request from her came across as begging.

Eugene grumbled and set the candle down on the rickety nightstand between the beds. The nightstand wobbled and Oliver had to question if it was any safer there as he watched the flame flicker. They were on the third floor, jumping out the window just wasn’t an option.

There was a small round alarm clock on the nightstand and Oliver picked it up to prevent it from tipping into the candle. Telling time wasn’t something he was good at yet. But he could understand the concept. The hands were almost together at the top. And since it was still dark out, that meant it was close to a new day.

“So,” Eugene said. He paused and sat down on Oliver’s legs. “I overheard they can’t find our birth certificates.”

Eugene couldn’t speak the language well, yet he seemed to understand it intuitively – much better than Oliver. He managed to be a part of so many conversations without people noticing. Maybe it was because they thought he couldn’t understand. Or maybe he just could go invisible, like the people he talked to who no one else – Oliver included – could see. It was a skill Oliver would never praise or encourage, even though it did turn out to be useful often.

Eugene continued, “They said maybe our mother gave birth at home and we were never recorded.”

Oliver frowned and shifted his legs out from under his brother. They were going numb. “Can someone just have a baby at home like that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to ask.”

That sounded like a conversation Oliver definitely did not want to be a part of. “So we really don’t exist.”

“Yeah,” Eugene said. “They think we were seven years old when we came here. Alex just asked me when was our birthday. Do you know…?”

The question seemed to echo in the room. Of course they didn’t know. There had never been a mention of a birthday. No presents, no treats, no congratulations for surviving another year. They only knew of the concept from seeing scenes on the TV in the rare occasion it had been on when their father was home, and he had fallen asleep drunk in front of the device. And they had known to never ask why they were not allowed to experience such things.

“Then we pick a day,” Eugene said.

“You can’t just pick a day to be your birthday,” Oliver said.

“Stop trying to be reasonable and listen for a moment,” Eugene said. “They will decide on something if we don’t. And I want to have our first birthday together, just the two of us.”

He picked up the candle and pointed to the clock Oliver still had in his hands. “Count down to the new day, alright? Then we’ll blow out the candle together.”

“Why?”

Eugene’s mouth opened in surprise. “Uh, I don’t know. But it’s what they do. We don’t have a cake or anything, but just a candle should work, right?”

The large plain candlestick didn’t look like the ones they put on birthday cakes, but Oliver didn’t think it was necessary to point it out. He watched the tiny third hand march around the clock face. Another revolution should do it. “And do you even know what day it is?”

“Yes,” Eugene said. “I saw a calendar today.” Then there was silence. Oliver watched another twenty seconds go by.

“September eighteenth,” Eugene finally said, then exclaimed, “No! It would be the nineteenth now.”

“Not yet,” Oliver said, his eyes intent on the clock. “Another thirty seconds or so.”

Eugene went quiet, and they watched until all three hands aligned at the twelve for barely an intake of breath before the seconds hand moved on. In a swift move, Eugene clicked off the lamp and held up the candle.

“Happy birthday,” he said brightly.

As one, they blew out the candle. The room went dark. The ticking of the clock was magnified.

“Happy birthday,” Oliver murmured.

…

Notes:

The concept of them choosing their birth date is a headcanon. It does not have any basis in fact (that I know of).

Also, writing pre-Davis era can be difficult since they did not even have their names yet, but trying to use the initials can be confusing to new or just more casual fans.  So maybe you noticed they never ‘say’ their names in the dialogue…? They’re only in the narrative.

Thanks for reading. :)

[flychansan]

Warning: This fic contains nudity and drunkenness.

Happy birthday, Eugene & Oliver!

Okay, it’s late over here and I’m too tired and sleepy to crosspost... so expect this on FF.net tomorrow!

[seoulsborne123]

Davis Twins’ Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Gene and Noll! Your fans love you lots (there’s already lots of #davistwinsbirthday posts!) Hum, so this post is more MaiRu fluff than it is the twins, but I drew it to close out my actual twins post from last week. 

“First Girlfriend” fanfic and comic

Part 1: read [[here]]. Oliver unwittingly experiences the thrill of a first kiss...

Part 2: (read right to left)

Someday both of them will finally be able to move on from Gene’s death and when that day comes, I think it’s quite possible for the two of them to end up this way. Gene will feel at ease in the afterlife, knowing his brother is happy.

I wanted it to have the same feel as the manga, so I referenced Akumu a lot, particularly the last scene’s background (disclaimer). 

[eyeliner-vampire]

Happy birthday Eugene and Oliver~

[lithopsy]

Here is mine and @captainkirk13 ‘s submission for the twins’ birthday today!  I’m so excited for people to read it, I think it turned out super cute!!

[thisurlplease]

Noll and Gene’s First Ice Cream Cone  for The Davis Twins’ birthday! Fan Works Event, September 19th, 2017

[ghosthunthq]

The Davis Twins’ birthday! Fan Works Event, September 19th, 2017

Last year GHHQ members had a lot of fun crafting works for the twins’ birthday so we decided to do it again. This year we are opening things up to the fandom to create works with us! 

What can you make?

Theme

The Davis Twins in general 

The Twins’ birthday in particular

Special yearly theme...

Since this is our first year as a community event this year’s theme is Firsts; first anything(in the realm of SFW). Some example of firsts for the twins or for anyone in GH include.

First night in...

First time at...

First meeting with...

First time (action)...

All types of fan works are welcome!

Fan Art; including drawings, aesthetics boards, text manipulations

Fanfiction

Whatever you want to make

The only rule is, keep it SFW

How do you participate? 

Create your work

Post your work on your tumblr on September 19th with the theme you chose and the event hashtag, #davistwinsbirthday

GHHQ will be following the tag and will reblog tagged posts. 

Please tag your work with the hashtag #Davistwinsbirthday

If you have any questions about the even send GHHQ an ask. 

Art by teaaddictedghosthunter