Honestly if it wasn’t for discord webhooks I wouldn’t even check in on this blog tbh. I really am on hiatus here. I come on just to add things to my drafts and hopefully!!! Hopefully!!!! I can get back on track with writing once I finally land a new job
I noticed you were gone from my dash and I haven't seen you in a while and came to check to see you're on a hiatus. I am wishing you well. I understand how Tumblr can make people feel. Just take care, alright? Come back if you ever want to! <3 Just know that your lack of presence was noticed and I wanted to check in on you. (I was worried at first that I was soft blocked haha.)
So the last time I was on this blog fr I actually looked you up as you weren’t on the dash at the time and I wanted to make sure u were ok. Glad the feeling is mutual! I’m actually mainly on hiatus bc I want to find a new job so I wanted to take away a distraction so I could really focus on finding something new. I had some good prospects and it all kinda went nowhere. I’m really hoping I can find something new by the end of this year.
That being said tho I did notice that I actually didn’t miss tumblr as much as I thought I would after a bit. I still write when I can and I do really miss a lot of my moots but, fun comes after I improve my quality of life somehow. I hope I can come back in a few months and write like crazy but atm I’m actually too stressed to write even if I wanted so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This message actually cheered me up a lot while I was at work so thank you <3.
Ok I’m done being here. Next time I pop in to make sure I’m getting newer replies in drafts I’ll get to the rest of the asks. I’m sorry this blog stays on hiatus for the unforeseeable future. Feel free to block me if you wish. Saves me time on what I will continue when I do come back.
I still have muse. I still have motivation. I simply have not enough time nor peace of mind to write as much as I’d like. I’m sorry. I miss being here but also not in a way as I don’t think too much of anyone here really likes me or cares for my muses as tumblr can feel like dash just wants shiny new thing and it’s a bit tiring trying to jump on a trend to get attention but that’s just me rambling a bit. Goodbye!
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Concept: twins send u stuff while they are on adventures but customs are a bitch and Al of a sudden you get a flood of things from all around the world
Also there is something in the way twin’s reflections are not to be trusted and yet mirrors are one of their ways of transportation. I need to sleep tho
Darla held out her hand out in front of her. Flipping it between the front and back. Inspecting her nails. Her palms. The lines that were there. The back of her hand and how long her fingers were. The shape. The texture. It felt like someone else hand. She didn’t recognize it at all. She almost couldn’t feel anything from it.
“Is any of this real?” She didn’t realize she said that out loud. Glancing at the others face…
Also I have nowhere else to talk about this but one my favorite partners not only deleted their blog but our private server. I’m pretty bad at being a fast replier sometimes (especially when it’s multi para and I be breaking word count) but god it was so absolutely devastating to find out. Especially when I got no notice or anything like that
Also yes that last post is a set up for imagine twins have been acting differently for a while. You are walk together on the street pass store windows and notice their reflection is screaming and “banging” on the window
I thought I made a post on this but I guess I didn’t and now I’m mad >:(
Twins avoid mirrors because it’s very rare for their reflection to appear. More often than not em/Leal will show up instead. Sometimes they look like twins but something is off. Usually the reflection doesn’t blink. No slow rise and fall of their chest breathing. Mouths are slightly out of sink. Their reflection is looking somewhere else entirely. It’s whispering to them. It’s somewhere where it shouldn’t be but still copying movements.
Sometimes something else entirely is on the surface. Sometimes it’s another reflection of you 🫵
In short: what Darla tends to express when she’s possessed (liking getting hurt for example) ARE real feelings and IS genuine but it’s not really her. It’s not what she truly feels. She’s forced to feel them.
She feels it as if they are her own emotions truly but she doesn’t really want that. Kinda like depression can lead to suicidal thoughts but if you treat said depression those thoughts can go away.
Idk if that was a bad example but the best way I can think of it
So I watched obsession and thinking a lot about how Nikki’s own emotions and feelings were overwritten and yes it was “real” but also she didn’t really want it and had her own moments of lucidity where she could actually express that
Which makes me think about how when Darla is possessed it’s overlooked in very much the same way. Most don’t seem to understand it’s not really her and that the feeling is genuine and not forced to be that way in the way the wish forced love out of Nikki
“Are you sure the magic is really working?” I couldn’t help but ask as I looked at myself in the mirror. No matter what angle I looked at myself it was still my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Not his.
Victoria laughed behind me. Something that almost sent a chill down my spine. I’ve only really heard her laugh before killing someone. I almost thought she wasn’t capable of a genuine laugh.
“Of course it’s working. You just don’t really get it. No matter what you’re still you. So, of course you don’t see it.”
She then grabbed me by the shoulders and fixed my hair. Her explanation still made no damn sense. Then again she was always the worst person to ask for an explanation. I would just have to ask Antimo for a better one later.
“There. Now you look like my brother. Now remember as long as we look like this you have to call me ‘Darla’ do you understand?”
Fake names? I couldn’t help but, sigh. Why couldn’t we use their real names and make this more simple? Not only did I have to pretend I was her brother I would have to remember these fake names.
“Yes. I understand.”
“And don’t forget to respond only to Andrew. If you hear your real name do your best to ignore it.”
I nodded. This would take some getting used to. Thank god it was only for a day or so.
I couldn’t help but stare as I saw her put her hair down and put on a jacket. It wasn’t my first time seeing her in casual wear. Or even her hair down.
Still, I could count on one hand the amount of times I’ve seen either but, both? This was a first. Not only that, the casual clothes I’ve seen her wear before were always nice. What only someone with a good eye could tell was designer.
What she was wearing now was a stretch to call “nice”. It was a dirty and hole ridden shirt with a faded logo. Equally dirty and rough looking jean shorts and beat up shoes.
I guess one thing about her that would never change is she always showed a lot of skin.
She turned to me and handed me equally awful clothes. For once I think I rather wear a track suit.
“Go change into this and while you’re in there think of somewhere you always wanted to go. Today let’s try and make some of your dreams come true. Ok, Don?”
I changed and as soon as I opened the door she was waiting outside for me. Before I could even say where I wanted to go first she handed me some kind of pin?
“Here. Put this on.”
As I grabbed it I realized it was some kind of clip on. It was in the shape of a small dagger. As I put it on I realized I’ve seen Antimo wear this before. The two always seemed to wear some kind of jewelry in the shape of a sword or dagger. Of course, she would be such a stickler for the small details like this.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes.” She then tucked her hair behind her ear and wait did she cut her bangs? Her eye looked completely fine. Was the eyepatch really just for aesthetics? This entire time? What the fuck? I could’ve sworn she said her eye was-
Oh. It was probably an implant or something. I felt my face heat up at the stupid train of thought I had before. It was then that I saw a glint and realized what she wanted me to see. She wore a matching earring.
“Are you serious? Is it really that important we match. I thought you two hated that.”
She didn’t even respond. Just rolled her eye. No. Wait. Eyes. God. This was going to take some getting used too. She motioned for me to follow her so I did.
As we walked out of the room and toward the elevator I couldn’t help but, ask.
“So, if you had a fake eye to wear this whole time why didn’t you wear it around the family back home?”
She was quiet as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Leaning back instead of standing up straighter. Tapping her index finger against her bicep. It was a pose I was all too familiar with. It was almost relaxing to see.
“It’s not very comfortable to wear. I prefer the eyepatch. Have you decided where you want to go yet?”
The elevator dinged and we finally got out. I almost completely forgot about that.
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