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[catchyhuh]

Hello I am DEVOURING your headcanons. they're so so so fun to read dude, you have no idea. I'd be honored to fuel the beast 👍

As a hypothetical au, if the gang (pops included) were to be in a band together, what roles do you think they would have? Who'd be the front/ on vocals, who would play what instruments, would one of them take the manager role (or maybe which side character would be their manager?), etc etc??

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ok battle of the bands let’s see…

lupin:

known attention whore = MADE for the too self important lead vocalist whose ego eventually breaks up the band. it’s just that by standard lupin miracles nobody has even considered that as an option! but just saying “main character is the frontman” is boring so let’s go further

lupin probably had like piano lessons as a kid per the hyper decadent lifestyle of the family, but he only retained like. don’t stop believin maybe. piano isn't totally his style in a BAND band, like he COULD do keyboard reasonably if he wanted but he thinks it looks silly so he doesn’t because he’s just. like that. it's his band he gets to do whatever

jack of all trades master of none most likely. can play a little on the guitar, bass, bagpipes for all i care, jaw harp, elementary school recorder, etc, but it’s mostly for show. he’d kill on drums but that’s in the BACK and HE can’t be in THE BACK

jigen: 

a second in command comfortable with being second in command? jigen wouldn’t even be on the stage if it was up to him, he’d just play his part like standing on the steps to the platform

guitar, but prefers acoustic. he processes the notes better if they're like, "organic" like that, not to say he CAN'T do electric guitar, and he admits it sounds pretty sick time to time, but he has his preference. he loves the sound of piano, too, but he doesn’t have the fingers for it, and he’d LOVE to do saxophone but learning it is a real task and it’s hard to juggle murder, burglary, and lessons simultaneously. maybe if he ever retires. and if that smoker’s lung capacity doesn’t have anything to say about it

jigen’s gonna be causing beef about the music styles for sure. and lupin’s like “you LOVE rock” and he’s like “but this is specifically is shit. actually take it down a few steps pal let’s just do some billy joel” “WE HAVE AN AMP.”

fujiko:

oh god she has a beautiful singing voice. you know it, i know it, everyone does, and maybe she’ll sing once in a while, but her REAL deal is managing.

oh she LOVES being on that clunky flip phone going “my talent would sooner play a swamp than take pocket change from your dinky little joint” and really none of the others like the setup side of playing live music so really it works out! plus she gets to hit ‘em with the agent royalties. best of both worlds

could probably play damn near any instrument if she really tried, but she doesn’t care too much to make that effort, at least not for this purpose. she likes listening and dancing to music more anyway! it’s probably why she doesn’t sing too much despite her natural gift there. i bet she'd be hands on if they made a music video or something though

goemon:

you know what instrument/position perfectly encapsulates “often overlooked but everything would fall apart without them”? THE BASS. and let’s be honest nothing hits like a sick bass line. auditory equivalent of watching this guy slice the moon in half or some shit

initially i see him not getting why anyone would want to do this? the recording he gets, he’d wanna listen to this again later too, and the live music he understands, because it’s more. personal. frankly cooler. but performing for strangers? but au or not MONEY IS A HELL OF A MOTIVATOR! 

they’re not even that type of band and yet goemon is absolutely the dreamboat pick with all the fans. it’s so funny he himself doesn’t even care (the idea flatters him, but none of these people really know him, ergo the attraction isn’t completely bc of who he is as a person so he’s like hm. whatever) but lupin’s like we’re not a fucking boyband. and if we were a boyband WHY IS IT YOU AND NOT ME? 

could pull sales by himself tbh but he wouldn’t. he loves his friends he’s not bailing for money. no matter how often fujiko suggests i

zenigata:

wait. hold on i gotta look something up i feel like i just remembFUCK

I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS. I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS AND I DON’T WANT IT TO LOOK LIKE I'M JUST GOING THE BASIC ROUTE BUT REALLY IT’D BE GOOD FOR HIM TO GET SOME ENERGY OUT ON THOSE THINGS. also its symbolic because the drums are placed furthest away from the other instruments. it’s a music metaphor

okay let’s just forget the blurry t-shirt image. i’m sticking with drums. solid, consistent and neverfuckingending, just like he is. the first and last part of the song, most often. we love symbolism. as for why he’s here and his role in the madness? god knows. maybe he’s just doing it for the free drinks! i wouldn’t blame him! i can’t imagine the mental timeout i’d need touring with these people!

the only one that. not really clashes with fujiko's managing but the only one that has an opinion on the way they go about things. he probably went "what? why the hell would we open with that. what's the matter with you" and took the setlist and the others went. shrug. ok. and then he got on their backs about how they shouldn't be so passive this is a CAREER they're talking about!! HAVE AN OPINION ON THIS

a little addendum: it would be so cute if yata was also trying to manage them. like he’s fujiko’s assistant. man gets stuff DONE i can easily imagine the trade off of “yes i can schedule this. wait what are the hours? ooooh. lemme get you on the line with miss mine” and she just grins knowing she’s about to unload a whole schpeel on this phone guy. good cop bad cop managers. if i knew more about the band scene as a whole i bet i could throw some other thoughts in here but for now we'll just reach the honorary sixth guy :)

[post-it-notes7]

he sure knows how to scamper

[katabay]

HIGH-RISE

I keep mentioning ballard over here, and on bsky I made a comment that robert laing and nick carraway "look"/"feel" similar in my mind: it's partially because of how characters function in their respective narratives (to over simplify it so I don't accidentally write a whole essay, they're "observers"), but also because both gatsby and high-rise give me parallel sensations of something like voyeuristic claustrophobia. which is why I usually re-read high-rise after finishing gatsby! it's not quite a cycle tho bc if I read high-rise first, I skip gatsby and go right to kingdom come

anyway: the man of the hour, robert laing!

[werewolfhooligan]

it is halloween

[pantspissedinreverse]

heavy du bois

[emmavakarian-theirin]

the way the music died at just the right moment made this so perfect

[echo-starflower]

I FINISHED THE GUY!!!!!!

(Pattern by @ghost-cinnamon)

He’s perfect and I love him

But Echo! some of you might ask, isn’t the body supposed to be red like his bones? To that I say! 1: I’m impressed you saw it under the layers of clothes! /silly and 2!

BAH BAM

Embroidery!!!!! (I’m so proud of this hehe it turned out way better than I expected. Also faceless doll jumpscare>:3)

And of course, credit must be given to my amazing little sibling whose immediate reaction to seeing my doll was “ooo he’s spooky! He needs a top hat!!!!”

(She proceeded to make not one but two top hats hehe)

[transingthoseformers]

... consider...cogless Tarn

I've been seeing tfone designs and aus for characters losing their t-cog one way or another and being stuck in their cogless design for a while, and I think that could be fun for "Burns through t-cogs like matches and consistently needs transplants" Tarn

Also because it's fun to imagine alternate designs for characters 💖💖

[phagodyke]

9 books I'm looking forward 2 reading this year... tagged by @athetos 😚 definitely more than 9 that I wanna read out there but these r a few currently on my nightstand... mix of books I own and books lent to me by my besties <3

tagging @dykeandballs @mercymornsimpathizer @alectothinker and anyone else who wants 2 do it! no pressure 😚

[divorceblogger]

I was tagged by @diorstarr to list my nine favourite first watches of 2024 💛

tagging @gabriestat @ripley-stark @maoist-mizer @lastparty @ossifer @vaperarmand @veilguards, no pressure <3

[ghosts-of-aurelia]

It barely moves, you'd almost believe it's dead.

[Nexomon 3 Nexomon! No confirmed types yet, but Honorary Ghost regardless]

[todayisafridaynight]

crying at my twitter pfps dawg tf is goin on in my head

[toxicrevolver]

TAG GAME: two fictional characters that make you go "omg it's me!"

Tagged by @serendipminie Thanks for the tag!!!

Husker from Hazbin Hotel

Aizawa from My Hero Academia

Honourary mention:

Sanji from One Piece. My younger sibling was helping and this guy was their first answer. Their reasoning was and I quote “sanji from one piece bcs cooks bomb ass food (even out of nothing) and loves all the pretty ladies” so there’s that. They clarified that they mean this in a loving and joking way but if anyone has siblings you understand this is actually bullying.

Tagging (no pressure): @smushedmuffin @haahka @we-survive-endlessly @loveable-sea-lemon

@staticmonster999 <- said younger sibling who called me a one piece character. Get tagged bitch.

[maroonless]

im not subjecting any of you to the first ever drawing of parvus myself. you gotta click the

[maraudersidk]

I've been thinking alot abt next gen lately and i always fund it so funny how everyone has different hcs for their ages (no bdays cuz i change it if i feel like it) and houses.

Also quick disclaimer i dont think they were all gryffindors except for al like i just no, i like thr angst of it but the personalities i have for them are not gryffindor (and red is not their color) also i reached the max of tags i can do i think💀

Teddy: hufflepuff, 1998

Victoire: ravenclaw, 2000

Molly: gryffindor, 2000

James: gryffindor, 2004

Dominique: slytherin, 2004

Roxanne: gryffindor, 2004

Fred: gryffindor, 2004

Louie: ravenclaw, 2005

Lucy: ravenclaw, 2005

Albus: slytherin, 2006

Rose: gryffindor, 2006

Hugo: hufflepuff, 2008, September 14

Lily: gryffindor, 2008

Honorary mentions:

Lorcan scamander (Mr. Hugo granger-weasley): ravenclaw, 2006, august 14

Lysander scamander: hufflepuff, 2006, augsut 14

[anxietygremlin7]

The Void

Jimmy and Tango angsting(that's a verb now, you're welcome) in the afterlife/void after Double Life. (Have fun, this one hurts) (Enchanting Table text translations at the end) (This fic is loosely based on the song Canary in a Coal Mine by the Crane Wives (their discography is literally just the life series at this point)) 1.4k words

AO3 link if you prefer:

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Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Jimmy is already shouting.

“It’s all my fault!” His voice is loud, ringing out through the dark emptiness of the afterlife. The darkness steals the sound, traps the song of anger in its blackness. 

“Why!” Jimmy shouts. He turns his eyes up to what must be the sky, though everything around him is the same pitch-black, life draining, darkness. “What did I do this time!”

He hears nothing back from the abyss, he wasn't expecting a response anyways. The Watchers never explain themselves, they’re above that, above the players of their death games, their coal mines, above their Canary.

“It wasn’t just me this time!” He’s louder than before, angry, red, red like his love, like the fire of his soulmate. “Tango too! What did he do to deserve this…” Jimmy trails off, pausing for a moment as the darkness swallows his cries, “What did he do to get me as a soulmate?” He asks this more to himself than any ethereal being currently watching him. 

Why was such a beautiful, fiery, loud, smart person, paired with this little Canary? Why did the fire burn brighter? Why did the Canary learn to sing a song of heat, pain, death…warmth, love, beauty? Why did the Canary fall for the fire, its warmth, its heat? Why put that fire in the coal mine? The Canary was bound to sense it soon enough. Bound to die, warning the others. This was bound to end in pain, in heat, in fire. The coal mine was bound to burn, killing everyone in it.

Jimmy takes a breath.

And then he breaks.

Some part of Jimmy, right then and there, finally cracks, and unlike his bones broken by the Enderman, this isn’t going to heal through the magic of a respawn. 

He crumbles, falling to his knees in the soul-draining darkness.

And then he cries.

He cries for his soulmate who doesn’t know why they died. He cries for the Ranch and all of the animals that now must fend for themselves in that unruly world. He cries about the unfairness of it all. He cries for the taste of a happy life with his soulmate he got to live for only a few months. He cries about the Watchers and their death games, which time and time again, take everything from him. And last of all, he cries for himself, Canary in a coal mine, always destined to die first as a warning to the others, for what’s about to come.

Jimmy cries for a long time. It could be hours, days, months, even years, time is irrelevant in this place. His tears do nothing to bring him back, back into the warm arms of his soulmate, the oak walls of their Ranch, the heat from the sun in their fields, the company of his Rancher. He’s stuck. Stuck in a world of darkness and misery and abyss. A world that steals his song, that takes his flight, that takes all of him, and sucks it into darkness for fun.

And it hurts. It hurts more than any of the other death games he’s been a part of. Because this time he knows he caused another's death, someone who he loved not just because of the physical tie between their souls but because of the tie created between their hearts. It hurts because Jimmy loved Tango, and somehow, in some strange twist of fate, Tango loved Jimmy too.

That's the worst part, isn’t it? That somehow Jimmy managed to find someone who loved him with all of their being, someone who wasn't afraid to show that love, someone who didn’t make fun of him or goad him, someone who Jimmy loved with his whole heart. And because of Jimmy, and because of the bond between their souls, that someone is dead, Tango is dead. And Jimmy has no way to see him ever again, not until the next death game.

—

Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Tango is already looking.

“Jimmy?” He calls into the soul-draining darkness. The sound seems to get absorbed into the void, stealing it from his lips the second he opens them. Tango hears no response, barely even hears the words leave his own mouth. 

Tango takes a step, the void under him acting like a floor should, despite the lack of an actual floor. He steps again, more confident now. He’s going to find Jimmy if it’s the last thing he does.

“I’m comin’ for ya Rancher Buddy,” Tango mutters. He continues to walk, not going any faster for the fear of somehow misstepping and being forever lost to the void. 

He walks for what could be hours, days, months, maybe even years, time is irrelevant in this void of nothingness.

But then he hears it, cries in the distance. He could recognize the sound of his Rancher anywhere. 

And Tango runs.

“Jimmy!” Tango shouts once he spots him curled up on the floor. Jimmy looks up, eyes watery and tear-tracks on his face. Despite his disheveled state, Tango's first thought, as it always has been from the first moment he saw Jimmy, is, ‘He’s beautiful’.

“Tango?” Jimmy asks, voice sounding absolutely broken. He sniffs, tears still falling down his face.

“Hey Rancher Buddy.” Tango kneels down on the floor. 

“What’re you doin’ here?” Jimmy asks, still in disbelief.

“I came to find you.”

“Why?” Jimmy’s voice breaks on the word. The one question he’s been wanting to ask for months. It’s more than just this moment, it’s more than just today, it’s the whole time. Why did Tango stay with Jimmy even though he knows that Jimmy always dies first? Why did Tango build a life with him? Why did Tango choose him?

“Because for some stupid reason that I don’t understand, I love you,” and Tango means it, Jimmy can tell. And for right now, that’s enough, just to hear it is enough. 

And Jimmy crumbles again except this time, he has his Rancher to fall into.

Jimmy falls, and Tango catches him, holding him in his arms. Jimmy clutches Tango, burying his head in Tango’s shoulder and crying. And Tango just holds him, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s shoulder and putting his head on top of Jimmy’s.

And as Jimmy continues to cry, Tango begins to as well. This is the last moment he’ll get with his Rancher before they’re separated for who knows how long. This is the last moment where they’re the Ranchers. The last moment where they’re Jimmy and Tango. The last moment where they get to be in love.

—

From the darkness They watch. It’s in Their name afterall, the Watchers. They watch two boys, nothing but children in the mass expanse of the universe, hold each other and cry. And They feel nothing. They were made to feel nothing. They were just made to watch. And watch They do.

They watch for a while, soon growing bored with the lack of death and hurt, bored by dullness of comfort.

“y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ still dead,” They whisper into the darkness, the sound carrying through the void.

The two boys look up. The boys don’t know much about Them, the boys are scared, this makes Them happy.

“||ᒷ!¡.Still dead,” They say again, voice(s) still carrying through the darkness.

“!¡ᔑリᓵᔑꖌᒷᓭ!” They shout. The boys look confused at this, seeing as there are no words in the language the boy’s speak. The speaker of the word, part of Them, is scolded for the outburst.

“You’re still here?” They ask the boys, voice(s) booming in the silence.

“It’s over. y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ 𝙹⍊ᒷ∷.” They’re right, it’s done now. There will be another death game, They enjoy it too much for this to be the end, but this game, this pair, it’s done now, it’s over.

“Go home.” It’s whispered, Their voice(s) still loud in the deafening quiet of the void.

“Go. wᒷ'ꖎꖎ ᓭᒷᒷ ||𝙹⚍  ᔑ ⊣ᔑ╎リ ᓭ𝙹𝙹リ.” And with that, the boys begin to fade, still clutching each other, still hoping for some twist of fate to keep them together for just another moment.

“Jimmy,” begins one, “I love you, remember that…please...for me.”

“I won’t forget Tango, my Rancher, my soulmate, I love you too…don’t forget that either.”

And then they fade, returning to their disconnected lives, not knowing when they’ll see each other again.

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Hopefully you enjoyed that cause I enjoyed writing it :) (What are characters if not vessels for me to write heartbreaking angst?) (I swear I can actually write happy things, I will eventually)

Enchanting Table Text: 1. You’re 2. Yep 3. Pancakes 4. You’re over 5. We’ll see you again soon

Anyways, see ya when I see ya!