Tuesday snippet
Ty @heartofspells for tag ❤️❤️
--this will be in universe for my silence between us series, soon to be edit and posted... Let's not talk about what soon* really means. Could be an hour, could be a month 😂
“Sirius, it’s blurry, I can’t see right,” Remus croaked and Sirius felt a tear roll down his cheek. He knew how much Remus hated to talk, and he could tell that he was freaking out. And that made two of them. Sirius grabbed a shirt from nearby, wiped off Remus’ mouth and stroked the side of his face. He’d known what Remus was signing, and it scared him. Remus’ eyes were unfocused and squinted in concentration when he had been trying to sign back and had the phone up for Lily to try.
I'll tag @just--vi @mollymarymarie @abz-coralsunset @lucigoo @blitheringmcgonagall
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That breakfast we had the other morning when I was too tired to function like a human being, the server continuously kept deferring to me rather than my betrothed.
There’s a few reasons for this. But mostly I have a natural charisma that I’ve honed for years in sales, and I was in a better position to make eye contact with her when we needed things.
Even on tired days I can flick on a small portion of Friendly that makes people want to interact with me. When she walked away I’d go back to staring blankly out the window, too tired to interact with the world.
So when the check came she left it with me, when I asked for a box for my betrotheds food she handed it to me. By the time the check (with my betrotheds card) came back and was left at my side they were very put out.
“Am I just invisible? Do I not matter as much?” they asked in frustration.
Delirious with exhaustion and barely tethered to this reality I looked up at them and said, “You wouldn’t ask if the moon doesn’t matter just because it doesn’t shine as brightly as the sun.”
They stared at me and said, “I didn’t expect you to be so poetic when you’re this tired…”
“Did it help?”
They nodded, smiling a tiny smile, and ushered me out of the booth to go home.
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fave moment of the day was cellbit dealing with literally everything all at once - richas painting mystery, federation nonsense and other mysterious circumstances attached to that, whatever is going on with what happened in the nether, luzu’s computers reappearing and trying to triangulate something from their location, and bad pulling him aside to talk to just him about something incredibly important, so cellbit is ready for another issue, another puzzle, or something relevant to the cases at hand - only for bad to just be like ‘I just wanted forever to see us and get jealous. I haven’t seen him all day so I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine. do you think he’ll get jealous?’ and cellbit just
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I'm so so not normal about Kafka
Been trying to draw but I'm too tired to so instead I'll write a whole block of text about why I think this character is amazing and deserves way, way, WAY more love from the community
Starting with the looks. She's a little itty bitty sized gremlin jackdaw girl in an oversized gardening coat and a hypnotic rubisk's cube. How to not love her.
But of course where she shines the most is in her character. She's a Columbian orphan who became Infected and had to survive on her own, dealing with gangs and being part of one herself, fighting everyday to see the light of tomorrow. This way of life had her build a "mask", a new personality adapted to this environment; one that made her like she was unbothered by anything, as if she simply did not care, that she was unphased to kill someone or face these things.
Of course, in result, many people became scared of her, but she couldn't care; this way, nobody would bother her. That's how she kept herself safe.
That's when she joined Rhodes Island that she gradually let this mask of her fall and show her true personality; someone who cares deeply. She loves to take care of plants, she likes to give gifts or play with children, she worries about the ones she's close to, she also has been seen befriending some Operators like Perfumer...
And this is (holds my owl like that Lion King scene) all thank to HER. Silence my absolute beloved.
If she had doubts about if her efforts are in vain, Kafka is the proof that THEY'RE NOT.
Yes, Silence can feel bad that she pulled Kafka into this whole mess of a prison break, being involved with situations that were unrelated to her, but, does she even realize what she did? Maybe her goal was just "discover what the hell Rhine Lab is about with Simon Co", but the results are, she has brought Anthony, Kafka, Robin and Donna somewhere safe. Somewhere they can be appreciated and loved, and won't have to worry anymore about surviving.
Kafka wasn't that unsatisfied with her previous life, it was just all normal to her, but when she met Silence, she discovered genuine kindness. And Silence may be naive, she has a heart of gold. Kafka knows that and if she accepted to help her break Anthony, it's because she wished to return the favor to Silence.
Now our little gremlin bird is sure being an absolute chaos, but she's living a far better life. And she just worries for the one who changed this for her.
PLEASE HYPERGRYPH I NEED MORE OF KAFKA. IDK make a Mansfeld Break 2 or whatever, have Jesselton come back, but please I want to see Kafka again. I want to see my stupid bird interact with my tired owl and supporting her. They mean the world to me
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I do think about how unnerving the office must be being so empty. Like I know it’s a very obvious n noticeable thing in the game but specifically I think about the instant silence that occurred after everyone just vanishes. And how pieces of them are still present at their desks and all around the office. How it goes from distant talking and sounds of typing and bustling movement to just nothing. nothing except for stanley. how long do you think it took for him to notice the silence?
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Friday snippet (pretend it's not Sunday lol... Bc it's been a lot going on over here 🤣
ty @lavenderhaze for the tag ❤️
I'm working on remus' pov of silence between us ch 1. Check out original if you haven't.
The man spoke again, and what Remus wouldn’t give to know what he said. So he did the next best thing and let the will power go out the window. He wrapped his arms around the other man, and sighed at the warmth and contact.
When he pulled back, he noticed the other man was speaking again and he focused as hard as he could, trying to read his lips. On a good day he might catch a word or two. He only really put effort into speech therapy maybe half of the time when he was still made to go. He wanted to be able to function better in the hearing world, but he’d been so angry back then. On top of the frequent absence seizures and his concentration issues from the TBI, he just got so frustrated losing track.
But right now. He wished he had tried so much harder. He couldn’t even really catch anything but still stared at his lips.
I dunno, who wants to play? @lucigoo @daffodilsonaprettystring @speck-inthe-void @heartofspells
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the only sport i can handle my faves not winning in is formula one and that's simply bc the set up of the sport means you might have a favourite who has NEVER won. that's not rare. so you're kinda conditioned to be disappointed when your fave is at the back of the grid but it's also kind of just a part of the whole experience. it sucks, but that all consuming rage isn't there the way it is with hockey and football and tennis for me.
unfortunately, watching a racist ableist prick win every weekend DOES fill me with an all consuming rage so i cannot, in fact, enjoy even that anymore!
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