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“They just–gave you a bottle of booze.”
“Just fucking nothing, Petey, that shit’s magic,” Mark gushes. “I felt–calm, you know? Like all of me just… relaxed. I get so, you know–” he hunches up his shoulders in a mockery of his own usual anxious posture. “It just went away. Even my hands weren’t shaking.” He holds up his right hand. There’s no tremor there, not this early in the day, but by 4pm Mark will be gripping his mouse with white knuckles to hide it.
From the fic, “On Waffle Parties” by EightMinutestoSunrise. What if the Waffle Parties are tailored to the desires of each refiner’s outie? Mark S. gets a Waffle Party and everything hurts. Broke my freaking heart, and I had to draw it as I had pictured it.
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How do you know what Cubist form is? Petey’s reintegration sickness in SEVERANCE 1x03 - “In Perpetuity”
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so you know how the lexington letter implies waterboarding is a thing on the severed floor
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When Mark Scout reintegrates, he begins to cry. It’s small at first, hiccups evolving into gasps into sobs.
Two halves of his mind scream:
Petey.
Gemma.
A hand brushes against his arm. A familiar-unfamiliar face stares at him. She flicks his forehead, forcing him to answer questions he can’t seem to focus on.
His mind is elsewhere; smiling faces and still bodies. His blue eyes widening as he fell. Her gasp as she hit the brakes too late.
“Mark..?”
The devastation in her eyes. A gentle smile, unlike every other memory he had of her. “Those were the best eight hours of my life.”
His hesitant banter, uncertain of who he was talking to. The hope as he sat down in front of him. His still body, barely breathing, laying on his couch. “I was his best friend.”
Two opposing halves, grieving two different people. Two similar-dissimilar Marks. One Mark Scout. One Mark S..
Both come together to whisper: “I’m going to burn Lumon to the ground.”
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Mark came home from work with bandages all up his arms. Spots of red bled through the clinical white. His face was twisted in resignation; expectations met.
Devon looked at her brother, and saw another man. Mark S., and his fearful eyes. Frantic explanations, whispered questions.
“Our baby?”
Devon had laughed, then. She couldn’t laugh now.
With the memory of him overlapping with her brother’s fearful face, she couldn’t help but reach out and pull him into a hug. Devon would have done it either way, no matter which Mark she was speaking to.
“Your… innie,” she hesitated on the term, gripping him close, “he told me they’d kill him if he came back.”
Mark breathed deeply, curling into her touch. “I know.”
“Why did you go back?”
“I don’t…” Mark sighed. All she could hear was his other self’s words, why did he do this to me? “I don’t know. Closure, maybe.”
Devon let her hands gently trace the bandages. “You’re hurting him.” She leaned her head on her brother’s shoulder. “You could defend it before, when you didn’t know. You’re just… torturing him, Mark.”
Mark was silent.
Then,
“I’ll submit my resignation in the morning.”
Devon smiled, relief coursing through her. Finally.
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I’m going through my #severance phase
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Writing something for work and my hand slipped whoops…
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Severance (2022 - )
1.08 “What’s for Dinner?”
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Burt and Irving from Severance will be the subject of my anatomy studies for today 🖤
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Severance (2022 - )
1.09 “The We We Are”
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Macrodata Refinement in Season 1 of SEVERANCE
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SEVERANCE (2022- )
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Your book, it– it opened up the world for me. This book changed my whole life.
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In my life, I have identified four components, which I call tempers, from which are derived every human soul. Woe. Frolic. Dread. Malice. Each man’s character is defined by the precise ratio that resides in him. I walked into the cave of my own mind, and there I tamed them. Should you tame the tempers as I did mine, then the world shall become but your appendage. It is this great and consecrated power that I hope to pass on to all of you, my children.
Severance (2022 – )
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the onceler shippers want what hellyena has
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