#it's too quiet

[sherlocking-out-loud]

hey Lou, can you give us a little crumb please?

[ozcreator]

Tumblr has become incredibly quiet since Tomodachi Life came out.. It so weird 😂

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Welcome

@jegulus-microfic September 30, Word count 356

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It was a heady feeling knowing that he’d succeed and that in just a few minutes he’d be walking Sirius out of Grimmauld Place. He slipped the over himself once again and headed towards number twelve Grimmauld Place.

The door opened for him. It was not the welcome he’d expected. He was half sure that his parents would have barred him from all their properties. 

Inside, it was just as dreary and soul-sucking as it always had been. Regulus hurried through the house, clutching the cloak in one hand and the vial of antidote in the other. 

He managed to get all the way to Sirius’s bedroom without running into anybody. Luck seemed to be on his side. He slowly turned the doorknob and let Sirius’s door fall open. 

The room was empty. Regulus rushed in. Sirius wasn’t there. His things were still there, but that wasn’t unusual; they had full wardrobes at all of their properties and rarely took clothing with them unless they required a specific item. There was nothing there to suggest that Sirius was gone, but Regulus knew. He checked the entire property. It was empty, not even Kreacher was left. 

He left the house, feeling as empty as it was. They’d taken him away, probably on the day Regulus had broken in last time. 

He walked slowly over to where James was waiting for him, pulling the cloak off as he neared. 

“He’s gone. They’re all gone. He wasn’t there,” he choked out, and James took him in his arms, holding him close. 

“We’ll just have to wait until school starts then,” James said, his voice thick with emotion.

Remus let out a howl of pain and transformed into Moony, racing away from them as fast as he could. 

“Did. Did Remus just transform?” Effie gasped, staring after the wolf. 

“It’s a long story, Mum. Can we get out of here first, and then I promise we’ll tell you everything?” James begged. Effie nodded and gathered them into her arms and apparated them away, leaving the square with Regulus’s ancestral home far behind, and all hope of saving Sirius as well. 

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[alex-arcturus]

I really hope me being rude hasnt hurt you

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[animatronic-assistant]

Mod: I know I'll regret saying this but y'all feel like this is the calm before the storm?

Like it is hella quiet.

[mismaeve]

Hello, darlings! I need your help - my dash, after my long hiatus, has become extremely empty and quiet. Which is no good. SOOO - I ask that you tag some blogs here that I could follow. Mainly Tolkien of course, but if it's a blog with a good mix of things and a good and cozy vibe, I'm all for it! Thank you in advance! ✨

[bakfoo]

Dev Diary: A different type of writer's block.

Ayumi was designed as a homage to my time doing blue-collar work. Someone who was (and is) currently going through the ringer. Strong despite being marred by tough times. A little preview of what her son would grow up to be.

Around this time last year in 2022, I saw the papers for a tumor on my mom's bedside table when I was walking around the house.

She never brought it up. I had to confront her about it that year. Throughout 2022, she said it was "a complication." Never once did she say that it was a tumor, just some complication in one of her arms. She downplayed it, saying it was benign and wouldn't say anything else about it for the rest of the year for the entirety of 2023.

Bit of a spoiler, but Ayumi loves her son and husband a lot. However, she views herself as the one thing keeping her family afloat. It's a lot of responsibility, which can prove to be a source of strain and dishonest communication. A toxic mentality of shouldering burdens with an "It's fine. I'm fine" mentality.

I came back to family for Christmas in 2023. After a year of silence about the situation, I came home to realize that that my mom can't use her right arm for (almost) anything. Doctors say the op to get rid of it is too risky. It's too ingrained in the spinal cord. Throughout the entire year, it's steadily gotten worse and my mom kept it from me. She can't play the piano anymore.

Suddenly, I couldn't put pen to tablet. Ayumi's story started to turn into something else. It became too real.

Before, I was writing about my own experience of feeling the pressure for providing for someone who is disabled. She was a representation of the unhealthy "don't worry, it's nothing" mentality I have when I have too much to carry. Not wanting to burden my partner when they've got so much to deal with already.

But now my mom's doing it. The same thing. "Let's not tell our son how bad this is because we don't want to burden him."

"Don't worry, it's nothing."

My mom isn't some larger-than-life character. No stories of grandieur, no big muscles, no gung-ho mentality. She's just a piano teacher who is getting smaller and more frail by the year. No longer filling the mornings or evenings with music.

This house is too quiet.