#sounds like a twin peaks reference

[hkthatgffan]

Thanks to the Pitch Bible for Gravity Falls leaking too, we now have a name and supposed plan for these two creepy twins from the Next Time On...

Meet The Peaks Twins

Yes, I already made them a wiki page, lmao.

What's your headcanon ideas for them? Let's give these creepy twins the love and appreciation the series never did give them!

[wonderjanga]

Gender? Who Cares About That?

Billy’s never really been one to really care about gender. Look, if you wanna be a girl, you’re a girl, same if you wanna be a boy. Or at least that’s what he thinks. He just doesn’t get the hype about it. So, whenever he feels like it, he just turns into a girl. No one really cares and he’s been doing it since the sixties so he’ll keep doing it. Well, at least no one cared until nowadays.

Marvel: *in female form picking up some rubble to clear it after a villain attack*

Reporter: “Ma’am!” *trying to flag Marvel down*

Marvel: “Yes, miss?” *carefully puts rubble down*

Reporter: “Hello, ma’am. We at channel five news have been meaning to ask you a few questions. Are you related to Captain Marvel, and if so, are you blood related?”

Marvel: *visible confusion* “Uh… I guess.” *honestly thinks it’s a little funny* “But, miss, I am Captain Marvel.”

Reporter: “Huh…?”

Marvel: “Did you not ask any of the citizens?”

Reporter: *looks to the camera guy before looking back at Billy* “Yes- I’m sorry, I was under the impression Captain Marvel was a man.”

Marvel: “I am.”

Reporter: “Yet you’re a woman…?”

Marvel: “Yeah. Whenever I feel like it, I turn into a girl. Then, whenever I feel like it, I turn into a boy.”

Tourist: “So you’re gender-fluid?”

Marvel: “What is that?” *sounds confused*

Tourist: “Literally just what you described.”

Marvel: “Oh. Then I guess I am. I didn’t know there was a label for it.” *

For reference, female Marvel looks like Marilyn just with blue eyes and black hair. As for why he doesn’t know what gender-fluid means? Well apparently it originated in 1994, and in my AU he was trapped in a time bubble and got out in 2016. He’s an old man guys. He can’t work computers. They’re too overcomplicated. If you were to ask a random citizen from Fawcett, they wouldn’t know either.

Marvel: *back in male form, frosting some cookies at the Watchtower*

Supes: “Cap?”

Marvel: “Yes?”

Supes: “So… uh…” *awkward and looks the other JL members*

Other JL Members: *peaking from behind a corner*

Supes: “We just want you to know we support you.” *awkward smile and pat on shoulder*

Marvel: “Cool? What’re you supporting?”

Supes: “Well you know… Do you really not know why?”

Marvel: “No…?”

*silence*

Marvel: “Do you want a cookie?”

Supes: “Yes, please.”

Yeah, he doesn’t care. Like stated earlier, he doesn’t care, and neither did the Fawcett’s citizens. He didn’t even think this was something that people were supported for. That’s why he had no clue what Clark was talking about.

Marvel and GL: *have monitor duty together*

GL: “So, dude, are you going to the pride parade in Metropolis?”

Marvel: “Why would I go to one of those?”

GL: “Cause you’re gender fluid?”

Marvel: “What?” *already forgot what that meant*

GL: “You know how you switch between girl and boy all the time?”

Marvel: “Ohhhh that. I still don’t see what that has to do with the pride parade.”

GL: “Dude, that’s apart of pride.”

Marvel: “I thought pride was for queers?”

GL: “Yeah. You being gender fluid makes you queer.”

Marvel: “Really?”

GL: “Yup.”

Marvel: “Huh. I had no idea. I guess I could go, but I don’t really wanna go alone. Are you going?”

GL: *nods head* “Me and a couple others.”

Marvel: “ ‘kay, then can I go with you guys?”

GL: “Hell yeah, man!”

Bonus:

Mary does the same thing as Billy! Whenever she turns into a boy though, she looks like Billy because twin power.

[novaursa]

Flame Kissed

- Summary: As you and Aegon never had a problem expressing your desires openly, neither did your dragons. And as both of you just tormented the inhabitants of the Red Keep, your dragons kept the whole capital awake for weeks.

- Pairing: reader (twin!wife)/Aegon II

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, has same violet eyes as Aegon, and is bonded with dragon called Starfyre. For full chronological order of these works visit my blog. The list is pinned on the top. Or, you can read it as a one-shot.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 1 773

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

The evening light filtering through the tall windows of the Red Keep. Your shared laughter filled the room as you playfully pushed him onto the bed. His platinum blond hair, tousled and wild, framed his handsome face, and his eyes, the same striking violet as yours, glowed with mischief and desire.

"Y/N, you can't just pounce on me like that," Aegon teased, though he made no effort to push you away.

"You love it when I do," you retorted with a smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips.

He groaned appreciatively, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. "Gods, I do. What would I do without you?"

"Be bored out of your mind," you quipped, your fingers tracing the familiar lines of his face.

Aegon’s touch was fire against your skin, his lips tracing a path down your neck now, setting your nerves alight. The world beyond your chambers ceased to exist, lost in the fervor of young love and unrestrained desire.

"Y/N," Aegon whispered, his breath hot against your ear, "do you think they'll hear us again?"

You laughed softly, the sound mingling with the distant mating roars from the Dragonpit. "Only if we’re louder than Starfyre and Sunfyre."

His eyes sparkled with determination, and he pulled you closer, his hands roaming with a possessive hunger. “A challenge, then?”

Before you could respond, his lips claimed yours with a fervor that left you breathless. Your bodies entwined, you gave yourselves over to the heat of the moment, each touch and kiss a testament to the connection you shared. 

The two of you lost yourselves in each other, your movements becoming more urgent, driven by the undeniable bond. The heat between you was mirrored by the dragon fire coursing through your veins, the primal connection of your dragons, Starfyre and Sunfyre, heightening your senses.

Just as your passion reached its peak, the door to your chambers burst open. You barely had time to pull a sheet around yourself before Tyland Lannister stood gaping at the doorway, his face a picture of shock and horror.

"My apologies, Your Grace, I—" Tyland stammered, his cheeks flaming as red as his house's banner. He quickly averted his eyes, but not before muttering, "The dragon cries, the city can't find any sleep for days now... Queen Alicent wanted me to inform you..."

Aegon, always the quicker thinker, burst into laughter, his voice rich and full of amusement. "Tyland, you have the worst timing imaginable."

"Clearly," Tyland managed, his voice strained and his eyes widened further, if that was even possible, and he turned on his heel, muttering under his breath about the improprieties of royalty. “I’ll… I’ll leave you to it, then,” he stammered, practically tripping over his own feet as he fled.

As soon as the door closed behind him, you and Aegon erupted into fits of laughter, the awkwardness of the moment melting away. “Well, that’s one way to scare a Lannister,” Aegon says as he pulls you back to him, his hands sliding beneath the sheet to find your skin once more.

"Where were we?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Right about here," you replied, your own hands eager to resume their exploration of his body.

Tyland Lannister hurried through the corridors of the Red Keep, his face still flushed from the scene he had stumbled upon. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. The sound of the dragons' mating cries echoed in the distance, a constant reminder of the intense bond shared by Starfyre and Sunfyre, and by extension, their riders.

Reaching the king’s chambers, Tyland paused to compose himself before entering. Inside, King Viserys lay on his bed, looking pale and frail, with Alicent and Grand Maester Orwyle attending to him. The room was heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and the tension of unspoken worries.

"Your Grace," Tyland said, bowing deeply. "I bring news."

Alicent turned her sharp gaze on him, her brow furrowing. "What is it, Tyland? And why do you look so flustered?"

Tyland cleared his throat, struggling to find the right words. "I went to fetch Prince Aegon and Princess Y/N, but... they are currently indisposed."

Viserys coughed weakly, his voice barely a whisper. "Indisposed? Explain yourself, Tyland."

Tyland shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Alicent, whose eyes had narrowed even further. "I found them... together, Your Grace. In a rather... intimate situation."

Alicent's lips pressed into a thin line, her annoyance palpable. "This is hardly the time for such distractions. The entire capital is on edge with those dragons of theirs. It’s been a week of incessant noise, and now this?"

Viserys managed a weak smile, his eyes glazing with a hint of amusement. "Young love," he murmured. "At least they are well-matched."

"Well-matched or not," Alicent snapped, "they have responsibilities. We cannot afford for them to be so... preoccupied, especially now."

Grand Maester Orwyle stepped forward, his expression grave. "The king's health is of paramount concern. Prince Aegon and Princess Y/N must be made aware of the urgency of the situation."

Tyland nodded, still feeling the lingering embarrassment of his earlier encounter. "I will speak with them again, Your Grace."

"No need," Viserys said softly. "Let them be, for now. They will come when they are ready."

Alicent huffed, clearly dissatisfied. "Very well, but they should be reminded of their duties."

As Tyland bowed and exited the chamber, the sound of the dragons outside seemed to grow louder, their cries a reminder of the powerful connection that mirrored the one shared by Aegon and Y/N. The whole of King’s Landing was indeed on edge, the unrest within the castle walls reflecting the unease of the city below.

Back in their chambers, you and Aegon lay entwined, the earlier intrusion by Tyland a distant memory as you lost yourselves in each other once more. Aegon’s fingers traced idle patterns on your skin, his breath warm against your neck.

"Do you think Tyland will ever recover from his shock?" Aegon asked with a chuckle.

You laughed softly, your fingers running through his hair. "He might need some time. But we should probably make an appearance soon."

Aegon sighed, his hold on you tightening. "I know. But for now, let’s just stay like this a little longer. The world can wait."

You nodded, closing your eyes and savoring the warmth of his embrace. For a few precious moments, the worries of the world faded away, leaving only the love and passion that bound you and Aegon together. 

A week later, the dragons' cries had finally ceased, bringing a blessed silence to the Red Keep. The sunroom, bathed in morning light, was a tranquil haven where you and Aegon enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. You sat comfortably in his lap, sharing food and laughter, the ease of your affection evident to anyone who might see.

Aegon's fingers lazily traced lines on your thigh as he fed you a piece of fruit, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think I could get used to this," he murmured, his voice a low purr.

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I’m sure you could. But we both know we have duties to attend to eventually."

Just then, Tyland Lannister appeared behind the servants, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension. Aegon’s gaze flicked up, and he grinned, his amusement clear. "Well, if it isn’t our dear friend Tyland. Come to join us for breakfast?"

Tyland cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Your Highnesses, I, uh, need to speak with you both."

"Do you now?" Aegon replied, his tone light. "Well, don't just stand there. Have some breakfast first. We wouldn’t want you fainting from hunger, would we, Y/N?"

You smiled, playing along. "Of course not. Please, sit, Tyland."

Tyland hesitated but ultimately sat across from you, trying to maintain his composure. "Thank you, Your Grace. But I’m here on a matter of importance."

Aegon raised an eyebrow, his hand never leaving your thigh. "Importance, you say? Do tell."

Tyland struggled to find his words, clearly flustered by your and Aegon’s casual intimacy. "The Queen has requested that I remind you both of your responsibilities. The King’s health is fragile, and your presence is required more frequently at court."

Aegon leaned back, his expression one of mock seriousness. "Responsibilities, hm? And here I thought my only duty was to ensure my dear wife’s happiness."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning into Aegon. "It seems we’ve been neglecting our duties, my love."

Tyland’s face grew redder by the moment, his discomfort evident. "Your Highnesses, this is no laughing matter. The Queen is quite insistent that you both... focus."

Aegon’s eyes twinkled with defiance as he picked up another piece of fruit, offering it to you. "Did you hear that, Y/N? We need to focus. Perhaps Tyland has a point. Maybe we should focus on finishing our breakfast first."

You took the fruit from Aegon’s fingers, your gaze never leaving his. "I think that’s an excellent idea."

Tyland groaned inwardly, running a hand through his hair. "Please, Your Highnesses, I beg of you. The King’s condition is worsening, and the Queen is at her wit’s end."

Aegon’s demeanor softened slightly, though his playful spirit remained. "Alright, Tyland. We understand. We’ll make more of an effort to be present. But you must admit, we’ve earned a bit of time to ourselves, haven’t we?"

Tyland sighed, seeing a glimmer of hope. "Yes, Your Highness. But please, remember your duties. The realm depends on it."

Aegon nodded, his tone becoming more serious. "We will, Tyland. You have our word."

Relieved, Tyland stood to leave. "Thank you, Your Highnesses. I will inform the Queen."

Aegon’s playful mood returned, and he leaned in to whisper something in your ear that made you giggle. Tyland cleared his throat again, looking as if he might bolt from the room at any moment.

“Is there anything else, Tyland?” Aegon asked, his tone dripping with faux innocence.

Tyland shook his head quickly. “No, Your Grace. That will be all.”

As Tyland hurried out of the room, Aegon’s laughter filled the space. “Poor Tyland. I think we may have traumatized him.”

You smiled, turning to kiss Aegon softly. “We should probably behave, at least a little.”

Aegon sighed dramatically. “If we must. But only for you, my love.”

The two of you continued your breakfast, the weight of your responsibilities momentarily lightened by the shared laughter and love that bound you together. The sunroom seemed brighter, the food tasted sweeter, and for a little while longer, the world outside could wait.

[manhattanstrawberry]

AND YOU NEVER KNEW, HOW MUCH I REALLY LIKED YOU...

Synopsis : Finally coming to see the famed Onigiri Miya after years of waiting, Osamu welcomes you with a meal from his very hands. But it seems as though you’ve both had moments that never got communicated over the phone and some news are a bit more shocking than others.

Tags: Onigiri Miya Osamu, old friendships, reunion, slight angst, mutual pining

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.4k

Author's note: when I said osamu brainrot I didn’t mean for it to be angst but I’ve been thinking about a bittersweet ending or an angst fic for osamu a lot so I did that first but trust! I will do a happy fic with a good ending for osamu soon!! I hope you enjoy! ღ

Song reference

Art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ

It’s been a while, and the frosty tips of snow settle into your hair as you briskly cross the street, trying your best not to slip on shallow snow piles lining the asphalt road. You hadn’t really gotten a chance to go to the restaurant in person much since immediately moving to Tokyo for university after graduating high school. He’s sent you photos and videos of the whole process from the moment he toured it as an option to buy and the moment he opened up to the public. You’d been supporting him through it all and today after so long you’d finally get a chance to surprise him and well give your own greeting to the restaurant. 

You’re excited to see him as you walk into the restaurant, the ring of the little door bell and the warmer air inside immediately has your shoulders dropping from their tense posture before.

The lighting is comforting and a little dim from the warm lighting from the ceiling. There’s a few plants around and small dining tables. You can smell the lingering aroma from the kitchen traveling into the dining area and the faint smell of coffee beans. Taking a quick glance back at the little door bell next to the entrance had you grinning from ear to ear. It’s the same one you had looked at back in your third year at a little arts store on a field trip to Osaka. You suggested putting this cute little door bell by the door despite the fact that it wouldn't match the aesthetics of his restaurant at all. All in fun nature. But somehow the cute little bunny found its way to his restaurant, letting him know there was someone out there ready to try his food. 

Walking in you see a few workers by the counter, some on the grill while their customer watches, another garnishing a roll and another disappearing into the door towards the back— the kitchen you assume. But you don’t see Osamu, and you’re afraid you might’ve missed him this evening. You look a little through the door to see your assumptions proved correct as you see a peak of the sleek kitchen through the door, but still no Osamu. Your shoulders slump a bit as you take one of the high seats by the long counter, placing your purse in your lap. 

The most you’ve seen of Osamu as of recently, is really his twin on the television for matches or when you attend his games in Tokyo on a whim to visit an old friend. And you’re hoping this time you get to see the one with his real hair color instead of a clearly fake blonde. 

“Hi, what can I getcha?” 

The sound of a young male voice interrupts your thoughts as you come back down to reality. 

“Hi, is the owner here?” A little nervous to finally see him in his own restaurant and to be told that he left to do something at the very moment you came to visit. 

“Ya, he’s in the back finishing up something, do ya need him?” 

“Oh yes please– unless he’s busy I can wait.” You nod. 

The worker nods back at you before disappearing into the kitchen. You twiddle your thumbs and pull at the packaged chopsticks, tearing the paper and rolling it into little balls before you hear footsteps coming out of the kitchen door and your face lights up. You can see his eyes widen as his mouth slightly opens in shock. He’s shaking his head in disbelief teasingly and you nod right back at him. You're here. 

“Can’t tell if being on my feet the whole day ‘s starting to make me hallucinate or if yer really there. 

“I’m finally here!” 

“It’s been like what, 3000 years?” He’s standing in front of you across the counter, his hands on the counter as he leans closer to you. 

“Oh, stop. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to come here— I never ever got the time!” Your hands move along as you talk, punctuating every word you say. 

You still do that

He knows you’ve had a lot on your plate with graduating university and travelling. He doesn’t hold it against you, but he can feel his heart pumping blood 2x times more than the usual rate and the tips of his ears getting warm at the sight of your smile, in his restaurant. 

“I bet ya never went grocery shopping this week so yer stuck with eating out, yeah?” 

“You’re terrible.” 

He gives you a teasing smile that soon settles into a gentle one, soft and familiar. 

“I see the little bunny rabbit by the door.” You give a mischievous grin, as he gives a faux sigh of annoyance. 

“Ya, had some city girl pestering me about it a few years back.” He starts to shuffle some plates to his side as he teases you, his eyes glancing at you for one second as he works quickly. He doesn’t want to look away from you for too long. You’re too beautiful and he can’t have you disappearing again. 

“How did you even get it, I was with you the whole time.” You tilt your head, truly confused at how he managed to get the little door bell. 

“Ran back– no sprinted right before we left the city.” His face showed nothing but cockyness. “So fast, ya barely missed me.” 

You give him a laugh and he feels like he’s running through a field of tulips to meet you in the middle.

You go silent for a while and your smile goes soft. And he just looks at you, waiting for whatever you want to say to him. 

“Seriously Osamu.” You look around you slowly before focusing back on his face. “It looks— the restaurant looks amazing. Just beautiful.” 

His lips stay shut as you pause. 

“I’m really so proud of you.” 

He feels a little bashful. He can feel the blood rise to his cheeks and he can almost feel himself tear up a little. 

“Thank you.” He’s grateful with every fiber and bone of his body. “I couldn’t do it without ya— seriously.” 

“Please, I barely did anything and it’s been years.” 

“Ya supported me a lot though for the years ya were here for and the ones ya weren’t.” He pulls his Onigiri Miya cap off his head, before extending his arms to secure it on yours. “Take the thank you.” 

“Okay, you’re welcome.” You nod back to him, giving him a gentle smile. He’s come so far, from everyone thinking he was doing the wrong thing leaving volleyball to follow his real dreams and aspirations to owning his own restaurant. You couldn’t be more proud of him. 

“So want anything? On the house.” 

“Hm.” You slide the menu in front of you, humming as you look at the options. “Surprise me! And I’m paying, I have to.” 

He gives you a hearty chuckle, as if you’re an unbelievable talking dog. “Yer not paying for anything.” 

He places the steaming dish in front of you, your eyes lighting up at the meal. 

“Wow, it looks great!.” 

“Wait till ya have a bite.” He smirks a little as you reach for the onigiri on the plate. 

“Wow, ishs fanthatshic.” You muffle, with your mouth closed, as you chew down into the onigiri. “Cod?’ 

“Grilled salmon.” He nods. “And I get the best rice from Kita.” 

“Wow, that's great!” You swallow your bite before you’re going for another one. 

“Ya gotta a lot of wow’s tonight.” 

“It’s so good, Samu. You do takeout right?” 

Another laughs leaves his lips, he picks up a dish rag and wipes a clean spot over and over to avoid staring at you as you enjoy the food cooked by him. 

“Souta would love this.” 

His arm pauses for a moment, the clean spot— even more clean is neglected. He doesn’t remember any cousin of yours named Souta. Maybe he’s just a friend from university. 

You’re still chewing, and he can see the clear enjoyment from your face.

“Are you dating anybody?” You say in between bites as you go for another. “I wouldn’t believe it if you're still single and you cook like this. God, Samu. I think I have to move from Tokyo.” 

He laughs once again, and rubs the bottom of his nose with the sleeve of his arm. 

“No, I’ve got no time f’that.” He leans against the counter. 

You’ve got one last onigiri on your plate and you’re trying to restrict yourself from gulping it down. But you can’t help yourself and take a bite out of it. 

“God, no wonder I had the biggest crush on you in highschool.” And you’re gulping down another bite without a care in the world. 

“No, ya didn’t.” He laughs as he takes the plate from in front of you and places it on the counter beside him. 

“I did, you knew!” 

The both of you are silent, and the long pause has you looking away from the onigiri and at Osamu. His smile is gone and he’s got this unreadable expression on his face. Your face falls at the sight of his expression. 

“Osamu.” 

He chuckles a bit, before reaching for the rest of the things set up on the counter by your seat.

“I didn’t know.” 

You’re still silent, you don’t know what to say after he made that face and you’re still trying to figure it out. 

“That’s funny.” 

And he sounds a bit too serious for someone finding humor in something. 

“Are you laughing at my sad highschool crush on you.” You laugh softly, trying to ease the unsettling feeling in your stomach. 

“No.” He laughs again, it's strained. “I was completely in love with ya in highschool.” 

And he’s sure he still is. 

You put down the onigiri, afraid that if you take another bite you might end up choking. He stops organizing the plates or utensils or whatever's in front of him and he just stops, like it hurts to move. The silence is deafening, and crawls along the hairs of your skin. And for a moment you almost feel yourself tearing up but you don’t allow it. 

His heart has completely dropped into his stomach as he clears his throat. 

You blink and drink some of the water in front of you to push down that gnawing feeling in your throat. 

“Wow.” 

“Well, it’s in the past right.” Another pained laugh leaves him, as he goes to wipe the area where your plate sat before. 

He kind of wishes you’d stop him there, tell him you’ve still got those feelings of yours and that something can still come out of it. But instead his heart shatters into a million pieces from your words. 

“Well, duh. I’m engaged.” You hold your hand out a little for him to take a look. He knew he was still in way too deep when he could only look at you the whole time and not even realize the diamond on your finger. 

“Wow, that’s great.” He’s happy for you, he is. But he hides his dejected spirit well with a fake smile, choosing to say something positive. 

“The wedding’s in May, I was supposed to send out invitations next month, but I guess you get an early invite.” You give him a beautiful smile that pierces his heart even further. 

“Wow.” 

“You’ve got a lot of ‘wows’ tonight.” You tease him. 

“No, I mean that’s good, congratulations.” 

You can hear the hesitancy in his voice, it’s barely there and you wonder if it’s really there in his voice. But you can hear it. 

“Yeah…” 

He can see your face fall a little and he feels a bit guilty that maybe you caught on to his slight mood. 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Really!” Your face lights up immediately, clapping your hands and he gives you a genuine smile as he nods. And so you tell him about all the arrangements, the flowers you want to have as you walk down the aisle, the flowers you’ll have to decorate the venue, the venue where you want it, the dress and on and on you went. You talk with him about things too that you haven’t gotten to tell him over the phone, such as your new job and how you had to move apartments a while back because almost half the building was about to fall apart. 

And he listens. Sharing bits and pieces of his own life that he hasn’t gotten the chance to tell you about. The two of you falling back into that friendship all those years ago, even when you too were pining over the other. 

“It’s getting late, you should head out now.” 

You turn to see the last of the employees leaving the shop. You hadn’t even realised that everyone had left and it was already past 10 p.m. 

“Oh, you’re right.” You get up from your seat and collect your scarf and purse. “I should get going.” 

You stand behind the chair you were previously sitting at as he looks at you, a gentle smile on his face. You look back at him and for a minute you mourn the friendship that you once shared in your youth and the love you could’ve shared. And you don’t notice that he’s trying his best to fight back tears, maybe the gloss on his eyes is from the long day of work. A soft smile graces your features, almost as if you’d already accepted reality. You have. 

“Bye, Samu.” 

He gives you a nod, the smile never leaving his face as the little bunny by the door rings and you disappear into the night once again. 

He wonders if he should call Atsumu, to help lighten up the situation as he slumps down to the floor, holding his head in his hand. 

And maybe for once he should’ve taken Atsumu’s advice, all those years ago. But he didn’t. He never gave you that letter that’s been sitting in his nightstand since he was 17, and the flowers he got you had wilted and died a week after he had bought them. He graduated and ended his 3rd year without telling you anything about how he felt. He thought that maybe he’d have the chance later, when he was more prepared, more to offer you. 

And as he watches you walk down the aisle months later, with cheers of happiness in the back, his brother beside him with slow claps. He could only feel himself regret every single choice in his life that led him to sitting in the audience instead of the one in the black suit walking by your side.

A/n: I lowkey suck at writing the miyas’ accent, im sorry 💔

Divider creds: @i-mmaculatus @hyuneskkami

© manhattanstrawberry please do not plagiarize or repost my work

[eijisnotebook]

Silly ADA stuff

In which there's no more work left to do for now, so you and your twin brother get up to trouble...!

Just a silly little oneshot

I mostly refer to Dazai as 'Osamu', because that is his given name. And if you were his twin sibling, you'd both have the given name 'Dazai', so he'd be referred to as 'Osamu' to avoid confusion.

⁠*⁠.⁠✧

It was an unusually quiet day at the Armed Detective Agency. No cases, no emergencies, and no interruptions—just the dull hum of the air conditioner and the sound of idle pens tapping on desks. For once, the city didn’t need its quirky band of ability-wielding detectives.

"Ah, how peaceful!" Osamu exclaimed, dramatically flopping onto the couch in the corner. "Finally, a day to embrace sweet, sweet nothingness!"

"Don’t get too comfortable," Kunikida snapped, glaring over his glasses. "We need to stay sharp for when the next case comes in."

"You're such a buzzkill, Kunikida," you teased from your seat across the room, leaning back with an easy grin. As Osamu's twin sibling, you were no stranger to chaos—or to poking fun at the ever-serious Kunikida.

Osamu perked up, sensing mischief. "Oh, dear sibling of mine, shall we lighten the mood?"

"Oh, absolutely," you replied with a sly smile.

Atsushi, who had been quietly sipping tea, shifted nervously. "Uh… I don’t think that’s a good idea."

Ignoring the poor tiger boy’s protest, Osamu shot to his feet, grabbed a stack of Kunikida's meticulously organized notebooks, and held them high above his head.

"Dazai! Put those down!" Kunikida yelled, lunging forward.

"But Kunikida-kun, your notebooks are so fascinating!" Osamu dodged easily, handing the stack to you.

With perfect synchronization, you took off running around the office, playing keep-away with Kunikida’s precious notebooks. Osamu laughed gleefully, dodging and weaving around desks. "Catch us if you can, Kunikida!"

"Enough of this nonsense!" Kunikida’s face was turning as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, Yosano sat at her desk, smirking as she casually painted her nails. "This is far more entertaining than any soap opera."

Ranpo, sitting cross-legged on his chair, munched on snacks. "I’ll bet you 5 bags of gummy bears Kunikida catches them in the next five minutes."

"Deal," Yosano replied, holding out her hand to shake on it. "...Wait, that's not fair! Of course you already know what's going to happen."

Atsushi, meanwhile, was frantically trying to restore order. "Guys, please stop! What if the president walks in?!"

Just as the chaos reached its peak, the door to the office creaked open. Everyone froze. Standing in the doorway was Fukuzawa, his piercing gaze sweeping over the scene: Kunikida panting and furious, you and Osamu holding the notebooks like a pair of mischievous kids caught red-handed, and everyone else clearly enjoying the spectacle.

There was a long, tense silence.

"…Carry on," Fukuzawa said simply, before closing the door and walking away.As soon as he left, the room erupted into laughter. Even Kunikida couldn’t help but crack a small, begrudging smile.

"Well, (Y/N)," Osamu said, draping an arm around your shoulder. "I’d say today was a job well done."

You grinned. "Always happy to help keep things interesting."

And with that, peace returned to the ADA—well, as much peace as one could expect when you and Osamu were around.

[barrenclan]

I don't know if this song has been suggested yet but 15 Step by Radiohead for Rainhaze? Not just for the "one by one / it comes to us all / it's as soft as your pillow" (in reference to how he perceived death) but if you're willing to skew the optimism in the first verse, I see it as the line where he finally 'realizes' what Defiance is all about - when he finally sheds the Old Rainhaze for the new one by killing Asphodelpaw ("first you reel me out and then you cut the string"). Plus, there's a very on the nose reference that I see Ranger making to him in relation to finding out about Barrenclan ("you used to be alright, what happened? / did the cat get your tongue? / did your string come undone?") which is conveniently immediately before the Death lines.

And with recent developments (I had this ask planned for a while lol) now the "You used to be alright, what happened?" ...Ohhhh that hits. The difference between the mocking tone of Ranger the first time around, and then the second time the verse is repeated, it being cut off with "etcetera, etcetera..." which I either interpret as Rainhaze being unable to finish 'convincing' the rest of Barrenclan because he got interrupted then Tigerstar'd... Much to think about.

Anyway love this comic, been following it (and TDS!) since day 1, can't believe it's been so many years of it. At least one. You have a talent for storytelling!! I can't wait to see what you have planned for the future, big fan!

Haven't heard this one yet! But I'm always happy to get some Radiohead. I'm very flattered you've been enjoying the comic, and following my stories for so long.

Ooh, I always like getting instrumental music recommendations! I've never seen LOST, but both my parents watched it while it was airing. PATFW is definitely a mystery story, although I like to think I got to my resolutions better than JJ did. Giacchino is a great scorer of course, I like how this song is sad, sweet, and a little ominous. Reminds me of Twin Peaks.

Haha yes, it's definitely a popular suggestion for a popular song. But it is very pretty, and I do like the themes of burial and fighting to try and restrain someone who won't be restrained.

You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away Mother, tell me so I say

Barren curtains that you're weaving Like the stories that you keep inside your head She can't keep them all safe They will die and be afraid

Oh... yeah. Anything with scary angel imagery fits very well for her, because I heavily associate Asphodelpaw with Laura Palmer.

Carry me in your teeth with tender jaws of sympathy (Arrow deep inside the meat Impossible for us to reach)

Shattered in a mist of crippled, angel silhouettes Lift the dirt, and cover me Lay at my side until I'm finally sleeping Until I'm finally sleeping

I like it! Comorantpaw has a strong streak of self-hatred and lately, is very much feeling like he's permanently stained with evil because of his past. But he still wants to be there for Pinepaw, maybe thinking it's all he's good for.

Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze If you must drink of me, take of me what you please I am loathed to say it's the devil's taste I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place

Come up here to speak to me and hold your face to mine Any man can hold my gaze has done his job just fine You just sold your life away to be with me tonight Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine

Classic Glass Animals! I think it captures the feeling of Issue 38 well.

Everything, waiting, shaking as it drops I tried for you and I, for too hard, for too long Gave it all and everything for more time, but I lost

… Ooh, I'm breaking down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud

Hahah! Yeah, this fits them well.

What did I do to deserve you? How did you find me? I was already halfway gone You were a bright light You were a fistfight, oh

Our love is older than the Great Wall Our love spins a gun around its finger Our love has found its way into our mouths before Cut our teeth until we swallow it whole

Great Rainhaze song! It gets at that fatalistic, manic energy he has that's especially evident in Issue 37.

Losing my mind It never felt so good to be alive Crucify my name I never felt more famous than today, where I am no one To nothing

Lose your mind baby You'll never feel so good to be alive, I say again I say erase your name, sweet honey You'll never feel more famous than today, where you are no one (no one)

I believe it was suggested a couple years ago with Hush Puppy and Thrasher, but not Rainhaze! It's an interesting angle to make it about him and Ranger.

One last kiss I love you like a broken pot One last kiss I love you like a pack of dogs One last kiss I need you like I need a gaping head wound

[theteapotofdoom]

give me a pitch why should i watch severance whats the deal

Oh man, this is going to sound like a copout, but the best pitch I can give you is "bro just trust me" because I genuinely believe that you will have a great time going into it blind.

That being said, I fully accept that this might just be a "me" thing because I had some of my best movies/series experiences when I took a leap of faith and I went into the story with no idea of what I was about to experience.

So I'll still give you two pitches, one very vague and one more precise with just the premise of the show.

Vague pitch: An extremely original yet easily relatable concept treated to the max of its potential. The main idea is genius in its simplicity because it leads to a lot of crazy concepts that will probably stick with you for a long time. In a way, it's a very Lynchian series, not because it specifically refers to David Lynch's work, but because it feels like the people working on Severance grew up with Twin Peaks and many other of his projects. It's mundane yet surrealist, familiar yet alien, at times hilariously and at other times terrifyingly offputting. Beyond the concept and the great writing, the cinematography is also on point: the directing, the shots, the music, the colour palette... it all feels incredibly unique. The cast is also crazy good, you have some surprisingly big names who are at the top of their game, but also some lesser-known actors who shine just as bright as the other stars. Someone on Twitter described this show as "quietly devasting sci-fi" and I agree completely. Also old man yaoi.

Now a more detailed pitch under the cut (not big spoilers, everything I mentioned here is revealed in the first episode).

Did you ever wish you could separate your work self from your real self? Did you ever wish you could relax at home without thinking about your work, or maybe wish that you could go to work without being distracted by your real-life issues? This is the concept explored by the show. In a nonspecified near future (very Black Mirror in vibes) the mega-corporation Lumon developed a form of brain surgery that allows people to completely sever themselves from their life at work. Basically, they have no memories of their life while at work and they have no memories of their work while at home, essentially creating two separate minds sharing the same body. So one side is perpetually free from work, while the other is ... well, constantly at work with no contact with the outside world.

A very simple idea, but I think you can already imagine the crazy possibilities coming with it.

I'll be honest, as an aspiring writer, I'm deadass jealous of this show. That's how good it is.

And also did I mention old men yaoi?

[transmutationisms]

I don't necessarily disagree with your take on David Lynch but I feel like at least part of Twin Peaks is about deconstructing or questioning the myth of the idyllic small town, like everyone in Twin Peaks has a dark secret, most of the men were abusing or complicit in abusing a teenage girl, etc. and the Return to me is about showing that it's kind of fundamentally impossible to return to that glamorized nostalgic past. I could totally be missing something though.

wow ok this was my most controversial david lynch statement yet... so first of all i disagree that there's any tension between the kind of conservative nostalgia i see in lynch's work, and the idea that the past is impossible to return to. in fact i think that kind of lament is pretty central to quite a lot of reactionary rhetoric: it's that emotional appeal of, look what we've lost / damaged / destroyed forever. it doesn't need to be a coherent political platform because it's an appeal on the grounds of pathos.

anyway if i can just quote from my own post lol:

i simply cannot read the series in any way besides as being deeply conservative lol. this becomes especially clear to me in 'the return’, which is largely motivated by a narrative of the loss of american innocence (the double r subplot, the numerous instances of drugs and violence tearing nuclear families apart, the encroachment of electricity and processed snack foods and gambling, &c). but this viewpoint is seeded too throughout the first season-and-change of the original series, and fwwm; because what was laura palmer if not the series’s first use of rape as metonymous for what lynch sees as a broader process of social breakdown and irreversible change? i understand that some people try to read bob and laura as a critique of the family, in the sense that the violence comes through the father, but i don’t think this reading holds even in the original series and it certainly doesn’t after part 8 of 'the return’, in which bob is explicitly and directly invoked in reference to the bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki, here construed as an originary act of american evil.

i think in david lynch’s mind, the spiritual forces and influences in the show are literal and apolitical, and frequently he seems to mean to depict them more as sources of artistic inspiration than anything else ('twin peaks’ is in many ways a tv show about making a tv show, hence the double use of electricity throughout 'the return’ and fwwm, in particular). but i find this really irritating frankly, because it’s at best ignorant of the inherently political nature of the constructions of small-town americana, teenage innocence, violence as an act of moral corruption, and so forth—and also because, after the return, it’s simply impossible to deny that the show’s overarching narrative IS plugged in to political and historical lines of critique. like, i am not trying to 'force’ a reading that deals with us imperialism—lynch put the show on this discursive terrain explicitly and deliberately, through not just the bomb footage and the penderecki threnody but also the inversion of classic symbols of american 'greatness’ (the unlucky penny, the evil lincoln impersonator), culminating again in the violation of a young girl’s body by the forces of evil. what this all adds up to is the invocation of american empire as a kind of universal moral struggle, stripped of its historical specificity or even the barest pretense of material critique or commentary. if it sounds like i’m asking too much of network television… i mean, maybe i am, but again, these were deliberate choices lynch made and specific historical events he invoked on purpose, lol. see also the jacoby trump commentary in 'the return’ (cringe and yawn).

i’m not a lynch scholar but i do think there’s a tension throughout his work (what i’ve seen) between the desire to make art about what he sees as the purely spiritual process of making art (heavily informed by his own TM beliefs), and the conservative elements that creep in anyway, noticeable especially in his commentary on american history, corruption, modernity, &c. the idea of any pure, transcendent, apolitical spiritual dimension of human existence is itself, i would argue, at best a misguided conservative fantasy, and 'twin peaks’ ultimately shows these cracks more blatantly than some of his other work (say, 'inland empire’) because it tries to subordinate the material to the spiritual in a kind of fantastical historical parable. but, you can see this recurring tension throughout his filmography, eg, the loss of small-town innocence ('blue velvet’) and a kind of generalised modernity anxiety ('eraserhead’, though taken on its own this one would permit other readings depending on how you interpreted the role of german expressionism in it).

i don’t think lynch is an ideologue or even considers himself particularly political, but nevertheless his narratives do idealise a certain conservative vision of post-war america, mourn its loss, and wax nostalgic for its perceived ethos (& it’s not a coincidence lynch is/has been a reaganite, lol). anyway, i thought 'twin peaks’ had some really incredible moments of visual artistry (part 8 of 'the return’, for example!) and i found much of it frankly beautiful and compelling to watch. so, i don’t mean any of this to dismiss lynch as a filmmaker—he is, if nothing else, highly technically adept.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Lapses

Billy x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: In the wake of death our minds begin to wander. To better times, to little moments. Reality is so fickle in the minds of the weak. But he's coming back. Eventually.

Tags: No use of Y/N, hurt/no comfort, set mostly during the nine months Reader spent grieving before Billy returned in 'My Ghost,' disassociation, distorted reality, death, references to 'Twin Peaks' (1992).

Previous Works in Series: 'My Ghost' (original) • 'Repentance' (prequel)

Warning: You should at minimum read 'My Ghost' before reading this work in the series first. (For best reading experience, please read both previous works beforehand.)

Notes: :)

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Down comes clumps of wet snow from the grey sky, falling.

                And falling.

                         And falling.

I don't know when I wake up.

The TV has been on for hours. Flashing the same photos.

He smiled at me from across the room.

Don't think. Don't perceive. Don't focus.

"I think you look pretty with your hair like that," I told him. His cheeks are so rosy when he smiles.

Smiled.

Why is he smiling?

Where is that photo even from? Have they contacted me with any new details? Check your email.

"Is the internet working? I can't get this fucking email to go through."

He left on an errand.

"Did the auto-payment go through for the bill?"

He's coming back.

"You didn't tell me that was due, I don't have anything on the account."

He's coming back.

"You don't have anything?"

He's coming back.

"I don't have anything."

What are you supposed to do after a death?

There's no guide. There's no instruction manual. Grieve, move on. That's it. That is all we know. How am I supposed to do the second if the general public disapproves so heavily of the first?

There's a long while I don't even leave my house. I lock the doors, shut the curtains tight and nail them to the walls so he can't leave. Like he's captured in my basement, wilting in the darkness as I try to preserve his voice ringing in my ears like the sirens on the TV I eventually break when I throw the remote at it in a fit of rage and desperation.

"It's a piece of shit anyways," Billy would say when he saw it again. "I always meant to buy us a new one."

First thing I did when I found out was rip open my nightstand drawer. "William, have you ever shot a man?" I ask, bolting upright as I wipe the crust from my eyes.

"What the fuck did you do? What the fuck did you do?" I whispered under my breath. "Where the fuck is the gun?in my nightstand. And if I don't get some sleep soon, I'm going to use it. I haven't before, but I can't imagine it's hard."

I tore the house apart looking for it. He's unwell. Wasn't it just last night he was curled on my bed, so sweet and small as he stared at the wall in front of him?

He didn't feel well. He said his stomach hurts. My stomach hurts. Must have been something he ate, he mentioned a mistake. He wouldn't do this of his own free will, I know him.

He walks through the living room, pulling on a jacket to fight the cold air that seeps through the thin windows.

"Whatcha watching?"

Your report "'Twin Peaks,'" I told him.

"Oh shit, seriously? I haven't seen that since high school," he laugh'sowhodoicallabouttheremains?"

"Apparently they came out with a new season," I said. "Got us a free trial if we wanna watch."

"We gotta start from the beginning. Won't make sense if we don't," he says as he throws himself and one other dead thus far against the couch, almost landing on top of me in his excitement. It makes me scream.

Our first date was a little bit of a mess. I wasn't really expecting to meet someone when I did. But I met him. And he was sweet.

"So he didn't tell you anything about this?"

I've dated. I've seen a few guys. Not to sound easy, it was only a handful. But I'd only dated one other guy seriously. It was high school, lasted all the way through. Didn't end well.

"He was running an errand. He does it all of the time."

Billy picked me up fifteen minutes early. Claimed Google overshot the time estimate to my address, so he left early. Later he admitted it was a lie.

                                   But he's not a liar. Why won't anyone believe me?

"What does he do on the errands?"

"I don't know, get groceries or something. I never asked."

                         I never wanted to know.

Billy hasd this romantic side to him. Oh yes, Mister 'Primps and Primes in Front of The Mirror For an Hour Just To Get Drinks' had a flare for the dramatics. Who would have thought? And he showed up with this grocery store bouquet of lilies and baby's breath mixed with wildflowers from the local park.

"They price the hell out of these things for half the product. Figured I'd give you the proper amount," he said with a wink.

"Did you know he was affiliated with gang activities?"

"No!" Yes. "Of course not!" I helped him pack a bag of coke about a week ago.

Did you know that I love the color blue?

                                                                        No.

Mm hmm. Had it on everything. Even dyed my hair that color in high school.

      You with blue hair? You're full of shit.

No, I'm serious! Hated the bleaching process though. Do you know how bad it looks when you grow out dark hair from neon blue?

                          I imagine It'd look co-

Ld.

                              It's cold.

It's been a week. The police have decided I have nothing to do with this. The town has nothing to do with me.

The house is in shambles. But some things are prestine. Like his ashtray sitting on the kitchen table. I kept the surface clean for him, for when he comes back. A string of photos is on the wall from when we went to the arcade and found a photo booth. Half of them are photos of us just looking at each other. Not kissing. Not smiling. Just looking. He has such gentle eyes, you know? I tried to draw them once. They're really hard. They're just so soft, just the right angle. The skin on his eyes crease so specifically. And if you don't draw them right, it doesn't look like him at all. Told him I was gonna get it perfect eventually.

"I may have to go away for a little bit."

They won't give me anything to bury. They won't let him come home. One time Billy was trapped at a bus station during a snow storm and couldn't come home. He'd been running an errand for a friend. I think I know who that friend is now. Billy could hardly even call on the phone from how bad the storm was. He was so cold. Said he wished I was here. Said how much he misses me. Said there was a rerun of 'Twin Peaks' at the station keeping him company. So I put on the same episode and stared at the TV while I waited for him to regain service and let me know where he was. I told him to give me a call when he could.

I'm at the bottom of his closet. Our closet. I don't know why I'm here.

       When I was a child, I liked small spaces

Yeah?

"This is a hard time. It's only natural that you're grieving," says my mother on the other side of the phone.

A month ago Billy sat across from me, eyes trained on the TV as we smoked our way through season two.

"If I have a psychotic break, would you reenact history for me?" He teased around his joint.

"Why don't you go to church?"

"No one talks to me there. I've tried, momma. They hate me. They keep thinking I was in on it." I helped him pack a bag of coke.

"God won't judge you."

Scientists aren't really sure what happens to your mind when you die.

I've looked it up. Once. Read an article. Well, read is a strong word. More accurately I stared at it on my ancient computer I'd had since college while I disassociated for hours on end trying desperately to concentrate. Maybe it's morbid, but when your soon-to-be husband dies in a fire one is prone to wonder about such a thing.

Recent articles suggest DMT- a psychedelic drug that can occur naturally in plants -can actually be produced by your brain in the final moments of brain activity.

"Do you think there's anything after this?" He'd asked me one time as we layed beneath the stars, sand in our hair from the beach of the lake.

"I think we see what we need so that we'll be content as we drift away."

"Studies of animals undergoing brain death have found that the organ begins to release numerous signaling molecules and creates unusual brainwave patterns to try to resuscitate itself, even as it shuts down external signs of consciousness."

I'm sorry. I can't focus anymore. On anything. I feel like my lungs are being squeezed from bottom to top like a tube of gogurt.

We were hardly paying attention to the show anymore. So smoked out it was hilarious to us, laughing at everything as we focused on nothing except for the feeling of each others skin. My hands on his cheeks, his hands covering mine so soothingly. It was so sweet when he guided me off the floor where I lay. Julee Cruise sang on the old TV. Falling, falling. All I can feel is falling as he guides me into a gentle sway across the old shag carpet lit with the mid-July sunset, holding me like I'll fall far, far away.

"I think I've fallen in love with you," Billy whispered against my ear. His breath is warm.

"Yeah?" I'm too high for this conversation. I didn't even realize how low my tolerance had gotten since the last time I smoked. "You make me feel like I'm in high school again."

We'd danced the whole night. He didn't know hardly any of the songs, causing him to be off beat. I was too drunk to keep time, so I stepped on his leather boots enough times there was a visible scuff on the top of one by the end of the night. I always felt bad, offering to replace or help pay to fix it. He wouldn't let me.

"I could die tomorrow and I'd be happy," Billy confessed in a strained voice, finally letting all of the walls come tumbling down around us to the gentle beat of the song. "I'm so glad I got to meet you."

I was so nervous during our first date that I forgot how to eat hummus properly. It sounds so silly, doesn't it? But there was something about him. He wore this white button up shirt, basic jeans that were tight on his thighs. Not that I was looking. Much. His hair was combed neatly, gelled away from his face in a chic manner. Really, he took the whole thing so seriously he almost looked like some youth pastor they would have shuffled into a room with high schoolers to play a guitar and say 'you know, I was troubled once'  before offering his story of repentance. It was so different from how he usually looked. Was he scared?

But anyways, I was so nervous that when they brought us our tray of hummus and bread to share, I took my little triangle slices and barely dipped them so to not look greedy before shoving the whole piece in my mouth one by one. I didn't even remember I was supposed to tear them apart until a week later. I was just trying to avoid double dipping.

"I think that's the first time I fell in love with you," Billy confessed. I giggle so stupidly, so incredibly high as I float on air.

"Because I was stupid?" I ask.

"Because you were sweet," he said.

There's a long moment of silence, the music swelling and making the cheap TV vibrate from the bass it was unequiped to handle.

"Tell me you'll marry me one day," he whispered.

What do you do with a ring that no one wants you to wear? I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

"Isn't it a little early for that?" I laughed softly.I'm sorry you went out on a romantic whim and borrowed money you shouldn't have for the ring I was too ashamed to wear on the proper finger. "It's only been a year." I don't even think we're dancing anymore. I think I'm sorry you couldn't come back for me.we're just swaying softly to the music flowing around us in a blind stupor, the humidity so suffocating outside that Billy shoved an electric fan in the living room window to try and blow in the cool air earlier that afternoon.

And I'm sorry for hating you when you showed up unannounced at my door.

“It shuts the door to the outside world and takes care of internal business because the house is on fire,”  says biomedical scientist Charlotte Martial of the University of Liège, who studies near-death experiences.

He looks guilty sitting on the bed, watching me fiddle with the small container in front of me.

"You can't bring much," he tells me. There's sadness in his voice, honest and tired. His clothes smell like lavender.

"It's fine," I said.

He simply stares at me, bags heavy under his eyes. He had this spark of life before he returned to me that evening. I'm so glad he's home. Things weren't the same.

"Your hair looks so pretty like that," I said, stepping closer to cup his face in my hands. The contents of my nightstand drawer stabbing the bare skin of my feet as I walk to him. He blushes, looking away in shame.

"You can't ever come back if you leave with me," he says softly.

"I have nothing to return to. Everything is gone," I insisted. But I can see he's having second thoughts, glancing down the hallway. "You can't leave me again."

"What the fuck is that?" I screamed into the phone.

"Baby, I don't know-"

"There is a manhunt for my fucking fiánce who can hardly kill a fucking spider and all you want to say is you don't fucking know?!"

There's an article staring at me. Sent by my mother just a few minutes prior. Billy had been gone for a couple hours after leaving me with a small little keychain on the kitchen table and a soft kiss on my forehead, saying he had some plans for that evening. But he'll be back soon. He wasn't lying.

"I want you to come. But you have to be sure."

His eyes are desperate, staring up at me as I stoke his hair away from his face. His clothes smell like lavender.

They finally sent him home today. Took nine months. First they had to confirm it was his remains. Then I had to decide where I wanted him to go. It's such a hard process trying to get your loved ones back, especially when you were running out of the pills that kept you sane. Kept you wrapped in the thick fog of memories left behind to damn the living in a house that has turned more into a tomb. No sunlight, no visitors. My mother came over to see us once, but the smell was so bad she left soon after. I got a new bottle today. Might as well, after all.

He looks so tired on my bed. Curled in on himself. You could fit him in a box. So small. So tired.

It's so cold.

                  "You know, today would've been our anniversary?"

Zemmar says, because “death is sort of a mystery—we don’t really know what it is.”

I wonder who found me alone in the closet of our room.

                    We were too busy dancing to notice.

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[merbear25]

The joys of music

Music is a wonderful means of self-expression. Being able to connect with its melodies, lyrics, and bands is something that should never be taken for granted. It's just an added bonus to be able to share this with someone.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, fluff (excluding Caesar)

Mihawk, Caesar, Corazon

Mihawk: dark wave, post-punk, and cold wave. Examples: Twin Tribes and HAPAX

He'd find this type of music soothing. It'd probably help him relax after a long day of being surrounded by many chaotic characters and situations―letting himself get lost in the sound.

You'd find him sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the music.

After a few moments of listening with him, you'd comment on how charming it is.

Opening one of his eyes to look at you, he shifted his sight on the dancing embers.

Slowly getting up, he stood next to you, extending his hand.

Taking it with an inquisitive look, he lifted you up and held you close.

Swaying to the beats, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back and the other careesing your hand: you'd look dreamily into each other's eyes.

Placing your head on his chest, he'd hold you closely. Your souls intertwining with the melodies being played.

Caesar: cabaret metal and avant-grade metal. Examples: Tardigarde Inferno and Stolen Babies please ignore how on the nose this one is 😂

This type of music is often referred to as circus metal, and a lot of the music videos (especially from Tardigarde Inferno) are trippy, which remind me of Caesar. To me he's a walking acid trip.

Conducting experiments and research can take hours upon hours, so it was nice to have something on to boost his spirits.

The circus-like background with the added dark themes was the perfect inspiration for him to think of ways of testing out his newest brain-child on one of his many lackies.

Being enticed by the tunes dancing down the hall, you followed them to find Caesar happily leading someone into a chamber and pulling an ominous lever.

Regretting having found him in the middle of the trial and error portion, you slowly backed away from the entrance.

Unfortunately, your awkward hesitation caught his eye.

Greeting you warmly, he tried to coax you into coming over to him.

When seeing your eyes dart nervously to the chamber, he was quick to add, "Don't worry about this silly contraption! I'd never do such things to you." The softness never left his voice.

Corazon: Indie pop, progressive pop, alternative rock. Examples: The Real Tuesday Weld (linked to a specific song I think he'd love) and tallyhall

I think he'd appreciate the storytelling with these bands/genres. They hold a lot of emotion and are paired with light melodies. He'd probably also like when these are mixed with more upbeat moments.

Laying down on the grass, Rosinante cloud watched while he eased his worried thoughts.

The entrancing stories flowing through his earbuds teleported him to another reality―one where everyone would be safe from his brother's rising threat.

Enjoying the gentle breeze passing over him, his peaceful moment was abruptly put to a hault.

You startled him―seemingly popping up beside him out of thin air.

Releasing his 'silence' he asked if you needed something.

Kneeling down beside him, you told him you wanted to know what he was listening to.

Lending you one of his earbuds, his anxiety sudsided when he saw your face soften to the music.

Throwing his 'silence' up again, he enjoyed having you lay down next to him. The wind was picking up, causing the leaves above you to rustle and letting more sunlight peak through their gaps.

[sivavakkiyar]

Holy shit an entire performance of El/Aficionado from 2021 is on YouTube if you like Badalementi’s Twin Peaks score you should *really* check it out, opera, noir etc etc it’s weird and wonderful

This new production of eL/Aficionado by the late Robert Ashley (written in 1987 and last performed in 1995) is an opera scored for four voices and a pre-recorded electronic orchestra.

It is the story of a person on trial — on trial for her character and the quality of her answers, on trial for her skills of perception and her intelligence, on trial as a human being. The principal character (the Agent) is being cross-examined by two persons (Interrogators) under the direction of a third person (First Interrogator), who directs the narrative and comments on the Agent’s answers throughout the opera. The Agent is required to recount her actions and explain her behavior in carrying out certain assignments. She does not explain whom she works for, or even why she does what she does, but she is expected to respond without question to some deep obligation or contract with the past.

Although the opera’s mysterious mood owes much to John LeCarré’s world of espionage, it is not a spy story. The four scenes of the narrative are progressively concerned with events of an otherworldly nature while delving into the Agent’s different life stages, from the present time to her earliest memories. Throughout the First Interrogator’s remarks, there are passing references to analysis and to the world of dreams. eL/Aficionado is the trial of a mind or an imagination, of “every person” coming in contact with something foreign — the unknown.

Kayleigh Butcher will sing the lead role of the Agent. The other vocalists are Bonnie Lander, Paul Pinto, and Brian McCorkle. Music direction and sound design are by Tom Hamilton, and lighting and stage design are by David Moodey.

[depressopax]

Dale cooper nsfw alphabet pls

I got you anon!!! I'd love to post the whole thing now, but didn't have the inspiration 😭 Sorryyy Will post the next parts soon!! <3

Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Reader is gender neutral and referred to as "partner" Words: 700 Summary: Dale Cooper NSFW headcanons, part 1 A-F English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Have said it before and will say it again

AFTERCARE KING!

Loves giving and receiving aftercare.

Sex with him can get intense - whether he’s on top or he’s bottom. 

So he appreciates some good aftercare 

He showers you with love. 

Letting you know how well you did, how good it felt etc…

Homeboy is an overthinker. He’s anxious he did something wrong “Was it good to you?”“Did I hurt you?”“Are you ok, my love?”

He also appreciates receiving aftercare after being submissive to him

Absolutely LOVES when you stroke his hair and lets him rest his head against your chest

Taking baths together, massages… You name it.

He doesn’t like going to sleep in a mess, so he cleans you and himself up, and offers to fix the bed if things get messy.

A cuddler <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dale: His hands. He likes the way they can make you feel. And oh boy he knows how to use his hands. 

His fingers are long, not so thick but he definitely knows how to curl them to give you pleasure.

He really likes giving you handjobs/fingering you.

…And covering your mouth with his hand, having you sucking on his fingers when you moan to loudly

Like I said, he’s skilled with his hands and takes pride in the things he can do. (...I think I have a thing for hands, sorry not sorry)

You: - Non-sexual: Your eyes. He could stare into your eyes for hours and never get tired of them. - Sexually; he loves your lips. 

The sounds that leave your mouth during sex, the way those pretty lips feel wrapped around his cock… 

And the way you bite your lip drives him wild, too.

I mean, what’s there not to love?

Also I feel like he’s an ass guy. 

Big or small cake? 

…He eats both ;)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t like leaving a mess, so he likes finishing inside condoms

…If you use condoms, ofc.

He thinks it’s hot to finish on your body, usually your face or chest, but he wouldn’t admit that. 

When you cum, he doesn’t mind a mess tho.

He likes watching you finish and is always amazed by how he manages to make you feel so good

Definitely helps you clean up after you climax

Not with a towel tho iykwim… 🤭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dale has a thing for orgasm-denial, edging and overstimulation.

Sometimes when he jerks off, he edges himself just to “spice it up”

Likes it when his partners do these things to him.

There's something about the frustration of it that turns him on. He’s turned on by the thought of you having complete control of him, not even letting him control his own releases. 

He thinks doing these things to you is fun too lol

Watching you tear up as he keep denying your orgasm 

Driving you to the point where you whimper and beg for him is extremely attractive

And the intense orgasms you have when he finally allows them… 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few partners before, so he knows what he’s doing.

Still, he was nervous his first time with you.

He wanted to make it feel good for the both of you

He’d be especially nervous if it was your first time

Dale is very observant and keep track of how you react 

This way, he figures out just how to touch you to make you satisfied

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dale likes the “classic” positions. 

His fav is definitely missionary.

He likes how intimate it is, and wants to see your face when he thrusts into you

He also likes 69, so he can tease you with his tongue, whilst getting taken care of.

[killuwumi]

Jealous Bard~ Venti/Zhongli x Fem!Reader

a/n: i just wrote this random blurb from a prompt on pinterest..lol..

warnings: possessiveness, fem reader, jealousy, not proof read, all lowercase (lazy writer alert). 

"He is a weapon. A killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick but that will not change it's nature."

the wind in mondstadt was whipping, it felt like it could blow you over as you sit under the windrise tree. venti was sitting next to you as those words fell from between his lips. it was unlike the sweet things he would sing about at the bar. it was crude and honest, yet still poetic.

you knew who he was referring to, you both knew as you sat and recovered. you had just gotten back from a trip to liyue to attend rex lapis's funeral. it was a long way home and you nestled under the windrise tree to regain your stamina and health. but venti was never far from his followers..never.

"i know venti, i know. you warned me about him before i even left to meet everyone in liyue. but look, i came back, i'm here aren't i?" venti scoffs at your words, a bitter and ugly jealous feeling in his chest that he isn't sure what to do with. he's tried countless times to stop you from meeting zhongli. that man is dangerous, venti knows this, of course he knows this. not only is his human form handsome and charming but he's got a lovely nation and connections.

now, venti would never want you to not find your sibling, but he knows more than he lets on about your sweet, dearest twin. venti knows he could help you move on! you wouldn't need to worry about anyone but him if you would just stay. put. but for god's sake you can't seem to stop traveling.

"i know, i know dandelion. i just worry! it is safe here, our conflict in mondstadt has been quelled..i just prefer you be safe." yes, he does prefer you to return to him, safe and sound. which is why he pulled a favor from an old friend. xiao. the adeptus that had been secretly trailing you for the entirety of your journey into the mountains of liyue. not that you would notice of course, you've never even laid eyes on xiao.

venti had offered to do a favor for xiao if he did this for him, he promised xiao it was all for your safety, and luckily venti steered you right along the path xiao usually watches when doing patrols. so conveniently there was never so much as a hilichural even in your way.

"i have to find my twin venti, i promise mondstadt will always be my home. and zhongli said he might be able to help!" a sweet laugh tumbles out of your mouth and right on to venti's listening ears. even if he is caught up in thought, your laugh is the only song he ever wants to hear. until the grating sound of another archon's name registers in venti's head. ah, he almost forgot that zhongli was still the topic of conversation. that lying bastard, that awful lord obsessed with contracts. venti could wager to guess zhongli knew just about as much as he did when it came to your sibling. and venti seems to somehow be rarely wrong.

he swears up and down that one day he is going to sweep the tips of those peaks in liyue right off and send them straight into the deep waters. then maybe it won't be so pretty. maybe he will crush the harbor while he's at it. but his thoughts are interrupted by your movements..where are you going?

"dandelion, where is it that you're going?" he puts a playful infliction on his tone to ease the jealous feelings he's having. he too gets up and dusts his outfit off.

"i'm going to stay with mona for a bit while i'm back, and see if she can help me at all with a few commissions zhongli gave me. i also need to return a few books to lisa that i got from people in liyue. i think she'll appreciate it." so, so sweet you are. always doing things with other people in mind. don't you ever want to be selfish? oh well, no matter if you do or not, venti is selfish enough for the both of you. and more.

"ah, well be safe my dandelion." venti made sure to put extra emphasis on the my. maybe the wind will carry this conversation to zhongli..maybe.

in the following days, venti was conveniently wherever you were, enjoying you being around. but when he began to see you packing your things in mona's house he knew where you were going, liyue. ugh it left such a bitter taste in his mouth. that harbor, those mountains, and specifically that man.

"ah! is it time for you to go yet again my dandelion? oh how i will miss you, may the wind lead." were the last words you spoke to venti before setting off to liyue, where you were going to meet zhongli with this new information.

liyue harbor was bustling yet again, as you arrived right before the sun set, and headed straight for the teahouse. you were a little late for your meeting with the former archon. a hot cup of tea still waiting for you with zhongli watching over you as you approach.

"hello dear, how was your journey here? safe i presume?" zhongli knew who was watching over you, he knew about the deal between venti and xiao, he was an informed man after all.

"it was good, venti made sure to see me off!" you smiled and the atmosphere feels light. watching zhongli pick up his tea cup and sigh as you sit down.

"he is..quite the doting archon, isn't he?" the tea tastes more bitter when he has to talk about venti, he can't get enough of this alone time with you. even if it is just to piss venti off, he can see your appeal and why the anemo archon is so obsessed. you're pretty, young, adventurous and smart.

"yeah, although he tends to say some strange things, that seems to be a trend with archons." you laugh, zhongli nodding knowingly. zhongli did in fact, know what that bard had said about him.

"you are correct. and maybe he isn't wrong in what he said to you, whatever it may be, but do be aware that not everyone is who they seem to be." zhongli states in a cool, unwavering tone. careful to plant a seed of doubt in your mind the same way venti had.

zhongli might seem like a simple man, and he is, but he does enjoy playing mind games with a rival. and you better believe that this has lit a fire under venti, both of them trying to outdo the other. maybe one of them will get you to solely reside in their nation, their care. but only time will tell.

[sarasade]

Since I've been complaining about YouTube criticism a lot lately here is some positivity for a change: Here are some of my fave TDP YouTube videos. These creators would probably appreciate getting more eyeballs on their work. (listed from newest to oldest):

The Genius of the Dragon Prince

by wordswith dragons

A GREAT analysis of the the over all themes of TDP with an unique and well thought out perspective.

Viren’s Dream Analyzed: Claudia Witnessed Viren Seal Kapp’Ar - The Dragon Prince Theory

by Angeles Lunamoth

a really fun & cute theory channel. I'm not a lore person so I don't know if the theories are correct per se but speculation is fun anyway. (Also it's funny to me that this person didn't know what Twin Peaks is. Like yeah it's not the most relevant thing to reference.)

The Dragon Prince Is an Amazing Mess.

by XeroLmao

Don't let the title fool you it's mostly a very positive and humorous video. This is the most genuinely funny long-form TDP commentary video I've seen so far.

The Music of The Dragon Prince - Season 1 (themes & analysis) &

The Dragon Prince Music Analysis - S2 and S3

by Spelonberry

As someone who doesn't get music at all I didn't expect to like these videos this much! It's rare to see someone analyse a non-musical show's OST in such detail. it made me appreciate TDP's music even more. I can't believe I didn't notice that the Mirror theme/Aaravos' theme sounded so diffenrent because it's the only song in the OST that has piano in it.

The Dragon Prince: Why Fans Love Aaravos But Hate Viren

by Cartoon Junkies

the title made me giggle :)

How The Dragon Prince Captures the Spirit of ATLA

by Mother's Basement

A great video essay about the themes of grief and death in TDP. Once again a very unique perspective to analyse the show from. It's just so satisfying when someone puts together a really good argument, you know? I'm kind of tired of the ATLA comparisons after hearing them for over 5 years though. TDP itself really leans into them so what can you do.

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I love VogJam too but he's VERY critical so his channel might not be for everyone. I'll gladly listen to any negative crit as long as the person doing it is funny and he's pretty damn hilarious. I don't mind hearing harsh critique of TDP at all like people do make good points.

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

This is a scrapped piece from a story I'm still trying to make work, which means the full context is a little lacking. That said, I liked it too much to ditch entirely, so onto the writing blog it goes. Again, there are placeholders all over-- even more than usual. Please don't go into this expecting anything polished. xD

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“Hello, this is [name] calling on behalf of the Goldenrod City General Hospital.”

Immediate alarm bells, though Emmet couldn’t quite articulate why; trepidation blocked his throat, and he remained silent, letting [them] continue.

“I’ve been asked to act as a translator, as no one on staff is fully fluent in Unovan. You see, for the past four days, the facility has been attempting to identify a [John Doe], and we believe we’ve found a match with Mr. Ingo Bewaker, but due to… circumstances, have been unable to confirm. As his emergency contact, we were hoping you might be able to help us with visual confirmation.” […]

Mind going a mile a minute, it took a bit for Emmet to respond. His brother had no business being in Johto, but at this point, anything was possible. What truly disturbed him was the implication that the hospital had taken this long to find an [identity], meaning that… this person was unable to [identify] themselves.

It sounded like they wanted him to [identify] a body.

[he’d been fighting against that for some time/whatever else]

The last thing he wanted to do was agree, but how could he refuse? Either he could be sure that this was some other unfortunate individual, and that he shouldn’t give up yet, or he’d finally find an answer. He bit down on his tongue and forced himself to respond.

“Yes. Of course. Would email be preferable?” For a moment, it was just business-- the rote exchange of information-- but as the call seemed like it was winding down, he couldn’t help but ask, “...was it bad?”

Because, as much as he wanted to know what had happened, he wouldn’t be able to handle it if this was his twin and he’d died in pain. Knowing ahead of time would make it that much harder, but at least he would have something to prepare himself against. He would do it-- if it meant finally bringing his brother home, he would do it-- but [???].

[name] went on, oblivious to his internal conflict. “As I mentioned before, I’m only acting as a translator, and so I’m uninvolved in the patient’s care. From speaking to him, though, I think it’s fair to say the language barrier has been the biggest problem.”

The racing thoughts came to a screeching halt.

“You spoke to him?” He echoed [hoarsely]. Ironically, that in and of itself had an alternate translation: he’s alive?

“Yes, though I’m not sure how much got through. Between the medication and his limitations, he’s not the easiest to communicate with.” […]

That was… rude.

Even without having seen the physical proof, Emmet found himself inching closer to believing this might be it-- because of course someone would look at his brother’s face and call him hard to understand. If he was too out of it to respond coherently, that would even explain why they hadn’t been able to ask I-- this person directly, thus necessitating outside assistance.

The [deep] low suddenly swung upright, into a hopeful peak. It left Emmet a little dizzy.

“I see. Thank you for the clarification. I will refer to the email and respond as soon as possible.” He said, and the call ended shortly thereafter. Trying not to fidget, he waited for his Xtransceiver to ping, and struggled to keep his hand steady when the message came through. Hovering over the link to the attached photo, he took a deep breath and pressed down.

That was Ingo.

He had a splinted leg, there was a bandage stretching along one side of his face, and it kind of looked like he’d suffered his own personal Earthquake, but there was no doubt in Emmet’s mind. That was his brother, and while the photo could only capture so much, it was plain to see that he was alive, if not entirely well.

Using a nail to trace the edge of the facial cut, he let himself wonder how. There was nothing in the picture that suggested anything specific, or shed any more light on where he’d been all this time… beyond the Johto region, apparently…? No, that didn’t make sense. If he’d spent the past year in Johto, he would have picked something of the language up-- enough to make it by-- but he’d needed a Unovan translator.

...which was completely ignoring the question of why he wouldn’t just try to contact home, but it was obvious that Emmet was missing a great deal of context, so he would reserve judgment for the time being.

Lost in his reverie, he accidentally let the screen go dark, and then immediately tapped it to bring the picture back. He gave it another once-over before reluctantly closing it to formulate a reply-- that yes, that was his brother, and he would be departing for Goldenrod as soon as he was able.

[luvnotpercival]

Hey, you can refer to me as Perci/Val/Ink (she/he).

Sometimes the hyperfixation takes over causing a severe reblogging spree. I do a fuck ton of fanart here, so beware!

FREE ART COMMISSIONS!! (Just keep ‘em coming baby, I have no life!) || NO NSFW

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ASKS ABOUT STUFF ARE AMAZING - I love getting to know my mutuals better

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PODCASTS

The Bright Sessions, Welcome to Night Vale, The Lost Cat Podcast, Archive 81, The Magnus Archives, The Magnus Protocol, Rusty Quill Gaming, Malevolent, Wolf 359, The Penumbra Podcast, Within The Wires, Stellar Firma, The Elysium Project, I Am In Eskew, The White Vault, Old Gods Of Appalachia, The Adventure Zone (Balance, Amnesty), Within The Wires, The Silt Verses, Liars & Leeches, Dreamboy, The Black Tapes, The Deca Tapes, Dungeons And Daddies, SAYER, The Night Post, TANIS, The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere Ohio, The Department of Variance Somewhere Ohio, Sherlock & Co, The Train To Calico Hill, Camp Here And There, Báile Na Góitrin, What Happened In Skinner, The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morality, and Morbidity, Critical Role, Mabel,

OTHER MEDIA

The Mandela Catalogue, Supernatural, Good Omens, Metal Family, Discworld, Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, Twin Peaks, The Bad Batch, Hadestown, The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Sander Sides, Daniel Thrasher, House M.D., Sherlock, Six Of Crows, Saiki K, Chainsaw Man, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures, Batman: The Animated Series, LUCIDS, Skulduggery Pleasant, Jujutsu Kaisen, One Punch Man, Tokyo Ghoul, Rivers Of London, Mob Psycho 100, Prodigal Son, The X-Files, Alien Stage, Strange Hill High, Spies Are Forever, Slay The Princess, Underworld Office, Charlie In The Underworld, Creature Commandos,

WRITING

-> The irrational fear of being alone...

-> I live for the joy of others...

-> I am afraid of being slowly...