laura palmer of david lynch's twin peaks, written by laurel (they/them) since 2021. personal [non-rp] blogs: you can interact with meta, but i'd prefer you not follow.
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laura palmer of david lynch's twin peaks, written by laurel (they/them) since 2021. personal [non-rp] blogs: you can interact with meta, but i'd prefer you not follow.
carrd.
hi. normally i would be here this time of year, and i WOULD like to be here more, but - for the time being, i am mostly just at @lifeforms. i'm still trying to check out new followers and stuff, but if i miss you, that is why.
btw, while i'm here: short video about joan chen's upcoming lesbian romance film. it's really nice 😌
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992) & Twin Peaks: The Missing Pieces (2014)
The tender bows of innocence burn first.
think all the time about mark wanting a different ending to tpt/r and how david just kept saying "he has to pay for what he's done". that's the energy i am carrying into the b-side of february
People love me for my generally dour nature and my enthusiasm at the concept of everything ending eventually
Its just fun when things stop And I mean it only a little bit sexually
which two greek gods are your parents?
MOROS AND HARMONIA. Oh, sweet child of doom and harmony! Your father is the hateful driver of fate, and your mother turned serpentine for love. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by angst, acceptance, and serenity. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of bereavement and prayer as you grow into your power.
no one plays pretend like audrey horne. no one else ever seems to understand the stakes. laura's getting there, but she's usually got her own role to play in these things.
there's a trick to it, but if you dwell too hard on what that might be, it'll make your heart sting.
she shrugs.
"there are worse things than being hurt."
oh, sure: like someone else being hurt instead of you. because of you. good thing neither of them knows anything about that, right?
"i'm just worn out. i'll get over it." laura won't, she thinks ⸺ but they'll go to bed tonight, and maybe she'll even sleep, and come morning, they'll pretend none of this ever happened. audrey won't hold it against her, though she probably should. "i punched your dad in the face this morning." maybe not the most constructive move she could have made, but the entertainment value keeps on rising. "i got him pretty good."
brb/a mutuals, i have something for you, as soon as i can write it up. but it'll be good 😈
what enters the room before you do?
THE INTENSITY. You arrive carrying depth in your eyes. Even in stillness, there’s a sense that something inside you is awake - thinking, feeling, holding layers. You don’t enter spaces casually; you enter whole. Some people lean toward you, drawn by the gravity. Others feel exposed, like small talk won’t survive in your presence. You don’t do shallow easily. Not because you’re heavy but because you’re honest. You bring meaning into rooms, even when you wish you could leave things light for once. Colours: Burgundy, ink black, deep indigo Scene: Sitting across from someone in quiet conversation, neither of you looking away, both aware something real is happening.
@inflame said: hell of a scar. how'd you get it?
the scarring follows a curve, the same shape as a bite taken out of an apple, but with sharper edges. maybe not much bigger than a human's bite size, if they were a large human. if they had extra teeth. she would have had to be facing them. they would have had to bend down.
she glances down at her bare shoulder, in her summer-sticky tank top, and then her gaze sweeps back up. she doesn't shrug off strangers. she could, but she doesn't.
"i got bit by an alien."
laura looks closely ⸺ too closely for tact, at least ⸺ and considers her, trying to gauge how full of shit the woman is. she's easy, though: to say she's seen things is, of course, a gross understatement. she doesn't get the impression she's being fucked with, and the scar is clearly a bite mark of some kind, so she just shrugs.
"never met an alien that actually ate people." hard to tell if she's appalled, captivated, or something in between. alright, though, fair's fair. "roll up the back of my shirt. i can't do it, and i don't even know your name, so i'm not gonna start stripping."
@inflame: "there is nothing wrong with you. ever."
in the game where they both play at being the eldest, today it's audrey's turn.
she shrugs it off easily with a laugh and a smile, moving as far away from laura's earnestness as she possibly can.
"obviously. you don't want to know what happened to the last person who suggested otherwise."
"right."
she breaks character, sometimes. she's good, but she's no audrey ⸺ she feels low, she gets weak, starts reaching out. there's always a part of laura that's ready to forfeit their game; at the least, to call a time out.
she won't let her, though: can't much afford it, anyway. she wipes her eyes on the sleeve of her sweater, sits up a little straighter. she doesn't laugh, but she knows her cues.
"i hope it hurt."
Mary Gaitskill, from Lost Cat as featured in Granta [ID’d]
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what folklore monster are you descended from?
BANSHEE. There is something inside you that hears the end before it comes. Your instincts ring like a distant wail when something is about to break — relationships, opportunities, trust, illusions. This inner warning system makes you hyper-attuned to shifts in tone, silence, and subtle signals others dismiss. People may call you dramatic or sensitive, but really you are prophetic in ways that unsettle. You sense decline, endings, and emotional death with painful clarity, often long before anyone else does. Though this gift can isolate you, it’s also your greatest protection. You carry the grief of generations in your voice, and when you speak, something ancient listens.
#LIFEFORMS: dc's lana lang, written by laurel (they) since 2018. private + plot-focused. 21+ only. buzzwords include #community, #destiny (or lack thereof), #family, #forgiveness, #grief, #healing...