#THE LIGHTING TOO OH MY GOODNESSSSSS THE LIGHTING

[violetregrets1837]

I'm so normal about this art and the fic you guys have no idea

I was talking with @cloudninetonine / @shoobirino about their lovely fic yesterday, and I folded again LMAO. When I tell you I wanted to draw parts of this scene for a while now! I'm gonna take my time rereading it in full, but I wanted to get this scene off my chest.

P.S: The writing literally is so good in this scene, like so much tension! Go read it please if you're into x readers.

[arya-skywalker]

Starved for attention Part 2 (Sanders Sides Fanfic)

Notes: Aiming for 3-4 parts total, hopefully. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! This one’s a bit fluffier.

Also thanks to the TSS Fanworks Server for bouncing ideas around! Apply here to join.

TW: imprisonment, starvation, malnutrition, touch starvation, bathing (implied nudity, no details)

Part 1

~*~

Janus stirred and rubbed his eyes groggily. It was difficult to tell time down here, but something told him it was roughly morning.

“Hey, Fangs.” Virgil was in the cell with him, curled up a few feet away with pillows and blankets. “Lo said you’re touch starved?”

Janus stiffened slightly. “When did you get here?”

“While you were asleep, obviously. Logan let me in,” Virgil said with a half smile. “You look cold. Can I at least give you a blanket?”

Janus nodded slowly. “Yesss.... pleassse.”

Virgil edged closer and gently draped the blanket over his shoulders. “We move at your pace. It’s alright.”

Janus huddled under the blanket, nuzzling the soft fabric. God it felt good. He looked back over at the anxious side. “Sssit next to me?” he asked, hating how small his voice sounded.

Virgil nodded and did so, leaving a few inches between them. “You can... uh... lean against me if you want,” he said.

Warm warm WARM! Janus waited a few minutes to get used to the idea that another person was so close, then hesitantly rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “Mm. You’re warm,” he mumbled into the hoodie.

Virgil laughed softly. “Yeah. I know. Do you want my arm around you or nah?”

Janus nodded, closing his eyes and nestling close once he felt the comforting pressure. A good warm. “I misssed you.”

Virgil was silent for a moment. His body tensed ever-so-slightly, but he didn’t let go. “I’m sorry. I was... scared. And I didn’t know.... I didn’t think it would get this bad. How long have you been like this?”

“Sstopped keeping track,” Janus muttered, pulling the blanket closer. “Better not to know.”

“Jan. You know this isn’t good, right? You’re so fucking skinny, I could count all your bones.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed,” Janus drawled, then hummed thoughtfully. “Can I move to your lap? Floor’s cold.”

Virgil sighed. “Sure, whatever.” He gently helped Janus onto his lap, holding him to make sure he didn’t fall. “You know you can’t stay down here much longer.”

“Mmm. You have a better idea?” Janus curled up on his lap, head on Virgil’s chest, soaking up the warmth. “This issss my room now. The ‘dark side’ commonsss are a messs. Any other room could corrupt me, you know that.”

“At least you’d be in an actual bed!” Virgil scowled, then bit his lip. “Unless.... unless we make this place more habitable?”

Janus hugged the pillow and squinted up at Virgil. “Thiss iss a cell. It’s not ssupposed to be comfortable.”

“Who the fuck cares? You’re hurting, Jan. You need help.”

Janus looked away, watching the chains sway. “It could hurt you if you try. I won’t die. I’ll be fine.”

“Janus, look at me. You’re hurting yourself and it sucks. Let us help you.”

Janus’s tongue flicked out, then he sighed and looked back at Virgil. “If the cell fights back, you stop. Clear?”

Virgil smiled grimly. “Yeah. Clear,” he said. “Roman should be able to make some furniture or whatever.”

“Ssstay with me. Pleassse.” Janus closed his eyes tiredly, clinging loosely to Virgil.

“I’m here. Just get some rest, alright?”

Janus wanted to protest, but it was so soft and warm.... He found himself dozing off before he could say another word.

~*~

Janus burrowed into the pile of blankets and pillows. Soft and warm. Exactly what he needed.

But Virgil was gone.

He frowned slightly and sat up, wrapping a blanket around himself. “Virgil?” Janus asked softly. But there was no answer. “Virgil!”

He’s gone. He left you again. He still hates you.

Janus shook his head, hugging a pillow tightly. No. He just.... went to get some food. That has to be it.

Footsteps. Roman’s footsteps.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” Roman sang, twirling as he approached.

“Mmm. And what if I prefer to sstay coiled up in my nessst?” Janus countered.

Roman huffed. “I brought you more food! And some tea. You like tea better than coffee, right?”

Janus nodded slowly. “Did Virgil....?”

“Yes! He told me all about it! We’re going to make this place fit for nobility,” Roman said, beaming.

Janus shrunk into his nest of pillows. “Nothing too fancy. We don’t want to push our luck,” he replied.

“Ridiculous! You deserve the best, and I will give it to you!”

Janus groaned. “Roman, pleassse!”

Roman blinked. “Oh... you’re being serious?”

Janus glared at him. “Yessss I am.” He sighed and rubbed his face. “Jussst... baby steps. Ssee how the cell reactsss.”

“Well.... I guess,” Roman grumbled, then created a key and opened the cell door.

Again, Janus stared at the doorway. It was so easy for them to open it. Why couldn’t he just...? It wouldn’t hurt anyone... Maybe he could...

Roman strode inside, created a small table by the door, and set the food down. Then he clapped his hands and grinned. “Let’s get started! You’ll need a bed and a chair and a desk and a closet and a fireplace and—“

“Ssstop!” Janus held up his hands, then sighed and shook his head. “Sslow down, Your Highnesss. Remember, keep it ssssimple!”

Roman pouted. “But mon python, you deserve the best!”

“Thiss iss not going to work if you fight me every ssstep of the way,” Janus hissed, glaring up at him. Dammit, he felt so small.

He clenched his jaw, then carefully gathered his feet under himself and used the wall as support to stand. It hurt. His legs wobbled. His head spun. This was a bad idea.

Roman rushed over and caught him. “Whoa now! Careful, my frail flower,” he chided, holding him close.

Janus whined, but clung to him. This was embarrassing. He was Deceit. He was Self-Preservation. It shouldn’t be this hard to stand! “I’m fine,” he spat.

Roman scooped him up, which certainly didn’t help. “Here now, I’ve got you!”

Janus squeezed his eyes shut, hiding his face in Roman’s sash. Too fast. Too high. He felt Roman tense as the prince realized his error.

“Oh. Do you want me to put you down?”

“Mmm. Make a bed and put me down on it. A sssimple twin bed. Nothing fancy.”

“How boring!” Roman complained, but with a flourish he did so. “Fine. How’s that?”

Janus took a deep breath and looked at the bed, running his hand across the blanket. It was not too hard, not too soft. Certainly better than the floor and pillow nest. Luckily not too fancy either— light yellow cloth, metal frame with vague snake designs. “Thank you. This is perfect, my prince,” he said, resting his head on the pillow.

Roman beamed at the praise. “Oh goodie! What next?”

Janus hesitated, looking around the cell that had been his home for.... he didn’t even want to know how long. “I don’t need much, my prince,” he said.

Roman tapped his foot. “I know! Lights!” He snapped his fingers, making a large iron candelabra appear with half-melted candles, as well as twining fairy lights around some of the chains.

Janus sighed. “Very pretty, Your Highnesss, but I don’t—“

“Books! You like to read, right? You need a bookshelf!” Roman made a bookshelf appear. “What sort of books? Classics, of course....”

Janus felt a smile tug at his lips. “Forbidden love? With a side of anarchy?”

“Of course, charm snakelet!” Roman beamed, filling the shelves with various books. “What about music?” A record player materialized on top of the bookshelf.

“My prince, you ssspoil me rotten.” Goodness, when was the last time he had actual entertainment? He reached for Roman’s hand. “Come here, pleassse.”

Roman immediately knelt by the bedside and took Janus’s gloved hand, kissing it lightly. “I’m here, treasure,” he said.

Janus looked around the cell. It was already so much better.... but yet, the grime from before remained. “My prince?” he asked quietly.

“Yes charm snakelet?” Roman replied with a dazzling smile.

Janus blushed faintly. “I.... if you don’t mind.... do you think you could.... help me bathe?” He asked sheepishly. “I know I’m disgusting at the moment but...”

Roman snapped his fingers, making a claw-foot bathtub appear, already filled with steaming water and floral-scented soaps.

Janus sank into the bed. “Oh thank goodnessssss.....”

Roman gently helped him to the bath. “You’ll be shining like the sun in no time!”

“Mmmm.... thank you,” Janus murmured, carefully slipping into the warm bath. Clean. He would finally be clean again.

Roman’s touched was light, as if Janus were made of glass that could break at any second. But the bath was soothing as any massage. Once done, Roman wrapped him in heated towels before helping him change into clean clothes.

“Thank you, my prince,” Janus murmured, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

~*~

Logan visited yet again. “May I take your vitals now?” he asked.

Janus sighed. “We are imaginary. I don’t know what you think you’ll find,” he muttered.

“Your metaphysical state reflects that of a human. Well, in your case, half-human and half-reptilian. We cannot die, but we can become ill. If I find an issue that can be remedied, you will recover sooner.” Logan adjusted his tie.

Janus stared at him for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. “Very well. Do what you must.”

Logan opened the cell door and stepped inside. Janus looked away to avoid staring at the taunting path. He remained still as Logan checked his pulse, his lungs, his reaction times, and anything else that he could.

“I... have a hypothesis,” Logan said slowly.

“Do sshare with the classss,” Janus drawled.

Logan frowned. “There is no class—“

“Figure of speech. Continue, please.”

Logan cleared his throat. “I believe that observing some memories of when Thomas has utilized your function may help expedite your recovery,” he said carefully.

Janus blinked. “Watching memories of him lying and putting himself first and such?” he clarified.

“Yes, exactly.” Logan reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small box. “I have one here.”

“Does Patton know?” Janus looked at the box warily.

Logan adjusted his tie. “No, not yet. I made sure to choose a memory related to his education so it would be less suspicious.”

Janus took a deep breath and held out his hands. “Alright. Let me sssee it,” he said.

“Please tell me if you feel anything... strange,” Logan said, then placed the box on Janus’s open palm.

Janus opened the box, trying to ignore how much his hands were shaking. A warm light filled the room and the memory played out before his eyes.

Thomas, laying in bed, coughing— definitely a fake cough— begging his mother to let him stay home from school. Somehow she believed it. But as soon as the door closed, Thomas bolted to his feet and ran downstairs. He made himself breakfast of frozen waffles piled high with various sweets and put on the tv to watch The Office. A mental health day. Thomas was playing hooky to a day to himself. And apparently catch up on homework, but whatever.

Janus gasped once the memory faded and closed the box, feeling a burst of energy.

“Did it work?” Logan asked.

“I... think sssso,” Janus said slowly.

“How do you feel?”

“As if I downed an expresso with a chocolate pastry. A jolt of energy that will likely come crashing down in the not-so-distant future.” Janus tightened his grip on the box. “May I keep it?”

Logan wrote something down, then frowned. “Of course not. I must return the memory to Patton. Please hand it over.”

Janus hissed, recoiling with the box in his arms. “Sssay you losst it!”

“I will not engage in falsehoods if it can be easily avoided. Deceit, give me the memory, please.”

Janus glared at him. “Don’t want to.”

“You are being unreasonable.”

“Don’t care.”

“Deceit—“

Janus bared his fangs. “Get out!”

Logan took a step back. “I am only trying to help you without hurting Thomas or Patton. Surely you understand?”

Janus glared at him, holding the memory close to his chest. His tongue flicked out. “One day,” he said finally. “Let me keep it for one day. Then I will give it back.”

Logan hesitated. “You should not watch it too many times. Thomas might notice and begin obsessing over the memory.”

“Noted.”

Logan bowed his head and left, once again locking the door behind himself. Janus waited until the logical side was gone before rewatching the memory. His strength would return in time. He simply had to be patient.

[detectivejigsawpines]

Black Doves-part 4 (”There’s no set in-stone way to be a vampire, especially with the evil ones.”)

It was never a good thing when people started a sentence like that.

It didn’t help that it came from right behind them, where they hadn’t been expecting it, even though in retrospect it should have been ridiculously obvious that this whole set-up of following that guy here was a trap which they had walked right into.

It definitely didn’t help that there were three vampires standing there when Stan whirled around, all dressed in black, all pale and angsty looking, all staring at them with eyes that were far too bright with interest.

Stan bristled, digging his hand into his pocket for some of the garlic-trying not to feel like an idiot for it, reminding himself that this was an actual weapon when it came to these people-

He felt Ford’s hand on his arm, a gentle squeeze that was probably telling him to take it easy.

“You were expecting us?” his brother asked, voice calm.

“Yessss,” the one at the front of the group hissed.  Stan was guessing he was their spokesman or something.  “We have been waiting for you, Sssstanley and Sssstanford Pinessss.  We have been waiting for ssssso long.”

“Yessss, ssssso long,” the one on the left echoed; “Ssssso long,” the right one said almost, but not quite, in tandem.

Stan’s heart froze.  He knew those voices, and the way they spoke over each other in creepy, echoey whispers.  He’d been hearing them in his sleep for weeks, along with dark, disjointed memories…

He glanced at Ford; his brother didn’t seem to have noticed his sudden anxiety.  Instead, he was tucking his crossbow under his arm-but thankfully he was at least looking wary.

“What do you want with us?”

“Oh, we aren’t interesssssted in you, Sssstanford,” the leader whispered, barely bothering to look at him.  “We wanted your brother, but we knew he probably wouldn’t come here unlesssss you did too.”

And Stan decided that enough was enough.  He pulled out a few garlic bulbs, which he hurled at the creatures-

-and they went right through them.

****

No, literally-it was like something out of a sci-fi movie.  Their bodies sort of...flickered, as the garlic passed through them and hit the ground with three soft thuds.

The-things looked at each other, then back at them...and then smiled.

It wasn’t their teeth that were creepy; those looked pretty normal, actually-not fang-y at all.  It was the way they smiled. Like people who had never smiled before in their lives, and had only seen pictures of other people doing it, and were trying to copy those, except that it just looked all wrong and even kind of off-center.

“Oh my goodnessssss,” said the leader, “they actually think we’re-”

“Vampiresssss,” one of his (her?  It was actually kind of hard to tell) buddies finished, before letting out a long stream of “sss-sss-sss” sounds that Stan was guessing were laughter.  And then they-and their buddy who’d led them there-began to change.

****

Their clothes, their skin, their whole bodies melted away, turning into...columns of wispy black smoke.

They didn’t have limbs or heads or anything, but the way they moved, and the way Stan could still hear them hissing with laughter, gave them a very definite sentience.  And without hesitation, he decided to use the only thing he was carrying that seemed like it might affect them: he grabbed his holy water vial, and tossed the contents at the ones in front of them.

Even if they weren’t affected by its holiness, they were still affected by the liquid; the one who got splashed split down the middle with a screech.  It knitted itself together again after a moment, but it had at least pulled back. Stan tried to make a break for it, but its fellows were all suddenly there, blocking his path.

“There’s more where that came from!” Stan snarled, wielding the other vial threateningly; at his side, Ford was doing the same, as the smoke things surrounded them.

“If you aren’t vampires, what are you?!” his twin demanded, sounding personally offended that they weren’t the anomalies he’d thought they were-but at the same time curious, despite their situation.

“We have many namessss,” one of the creatures hissed, curling in the air around them and circling like a shark.  “Maresssss...alpsssss...notssssnitsssa...perssssonally, I prefer the term black dovesssss…”

“Yessss, black dovessss.”   All of them were circling now, whispering around and over each other as they curled and tumbled through the air.

“Dovesssss…”

Stan blinked.  “Why the heck would anyone call you that?”

“...Becaussssse we look like them.”

“You look like smoke.  You look nothin’ like doves.”

“If you look at usssss in the right lighting-”

“The lighting’s got nothing ta do with it.  Doves are birds. You don’t even have beaks or anything, you-”

“It’sssss an artisssssstic interpretation, okay?!”

Stan smirked; his talent for riling people up with words had not let him down.

“Alps...I’ve read about those,” Ford muttered.  “They were described radically different from this, except for the shapeshifting abilities.”

“Humanssss don’t know everything,” observed one of the black doves, somewhat peevishly.  “But enough about that.  We musssst feed.”

“Ssssso hungry,” another moaned-before it lunged at Stan.

He thrashed his arm, trying to splash it with more water-but it ducked under the attack, wrapping around his wrist and pulling, forcing him to drop the vial.

Then all of the black doves were around him at once, wrapping around him like snakes, hoisting him up into the air in a quick, almost liquid motion.

And then Stan began to scream.

********

Oh, sorry, did you think these were going to be actual vampires?

Whoops.  Guess I hit you all with another curve ball.

[beepink]

♡ Bias Tag ♡

:0 !! sweetie @jinhong​ tagged meee~ i haven’t done one of these in a while ahaaa!! thank yoooou~ ♡ 

biases in no particular order:  (okay but can i take y’all back a sec?)

dongwoon (beasthighlight) <<<he is and will always be #1 ♡ 

minah (girl’s day)

rapmon (bts)

jungkook (bts)

gd (bigbang)

jonghyun (shinee)

onew (shinee)

bom (2ne1)

luhan (exo)

lee hi

questions:

Between 1 & 4 who would you rather kiss? - oh goodnessSSSS. well i see them both as my babies that i have personally given birth to ;; but if i haaaad to choose i would of course choose kookie cause sometime baby boy be lookin good~~ BUT THAT IS STILL MY BABY THO. i couldn’t see dongwoon in that light. he been my baby for too long. u-u ♡ ♡ 

Between 2 & 7 who would be your best friend? - FUCKING ME AND ONEW. LIKE WE WOULD JUST RUIN PEOPLE’S LIVES AND LAUGH AND SCHEME 24/7. LIKE WE’RE THE ONES WHO WON’T TAKE OUR ASSES TO BED AT SLEEPOVERS AND WOULD JUST BE ANNOYING EVERYONE ELSE LMAO. minah would probably think i’m insane. love her though. we’d probably be good shopping buddies. ;u; god now i really want to experience this for real.

Between 5 & 10 who has a better voice? - waaahhhh they are both very good vocalistssss!!!! i really love gd’s voice, though. his acoustics put me to sleep. ♡ 

Between 1 & 8 who is the funniest? - dongwoonie~~ especially when he’s around his hyungs and doojoonie. and he doesn’t even try. ♡ 

Between 6 & 9 who would you date? - omfg lol luhan and jonghyun? jonghyun definitely. that mane. with lu, like i feel we would be best friends (also baby lu is also one of my many babies i have birthed)

Between 9 & 10 who would you do a collaboration with? - i think i would rather do a collab with lee hi!! it would be super fun. i love her energy. i can’t sing worth a damn, but hey. that’s what autotune is for~~

Between 4 & 8 who is the best dancer? - i’m just gonna say kookie as well as everyone in bts. bommie i love you hun but my baby is good. 

Between 3 & 5 who would you most likely marry? - GD AND RAPMON???? DJFKALG UM. SHIT. UGGGGGHHHHHH. i would... choose... rapmonnn. like you gotta understand when first saw that dumbass hair cut and dem glasses i was fuckin sOLD. BUT GD COULD GET IT, TOO. but rapmon a freak, so. NOT SAYING THAT GD ISN’T. dammit why must i choose. OTL 

Between 1 & 7 who would you nurse when they are sick? - OF COURSE MY BABYWOON. i would dote on him left and right. i would spoil him with hugs and kisses and tons and tons of soup and crackers andandand tea and never leave his side. :3 when he hurts i hurt so it would be a miserable experience every time he got sick. D: 

Between 2 & 3 who has the better smile? - awww both of them have cute smiles but i would definitely say minah~~ she’s so cuuuute and i would do anything for her~~~ ♡ 

Between 6 & 8 who would you vacation with? - i feel like i would be more comfortable with bommie! i would be super concious of every thing i did if i was on a vacation with jonghyun like he is too perfect and i would be stressed tf out around him all the time and nervous and anxious and worried if i’m freaking him out which i most likely would. so yeah. but the same thing applies with bom, too... ahhh i’m just fucked either way cause i am a weird af :) of course you don’t gotta, but i’m juss gonna tag @sunnychims​, @minseoksheaux​, @runitoons​, and anyone else who wants to do this!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡