I write one shots

Ew, series

[lillithwrites]

Hi! I'm Lillith! I write sometimes and will try my best to do requests.

I tend to post Sander Sides only despite writing about my personal oc as well.

I use they/them pronouns and refuse to tolerate hate on my blog.

Thank you for coming!!

[dykesforlassie]

Your asks for your writing blog is off. But I wanted to send this anyway

👅- Vampire attack + Remus sanders

!! I'm sorry! I'll turn it on! Thanks for telling me❤

And hmmmmm, that's interesting. Any ships you want?

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Angsty art meme

Send me an emoji and a character!!!

👣 - Broken ankle

👽 - Alien infection

💫 - Dizzy

😷 - high fever

💋 - Bloody lip

💀 - Head wound

😭 - Acid tears

🙏 - Possession

😵 - Barfy

🍴 - Creative stabbing

🐻 - Animal attack

🍄 - Poisoned

🐺 - Painful transformation

👅- Vampire attack

✨ - Glittery blood

🍭 - Candy gore

🌹 - Hanahaki disease

🌺 - One with nature

🌊 - Drowned

🍳 - Fried

❄️ - Frostbititten

⚽️ - Sports injury

🎧 - Burst ear drums

👀 - Eye pain

👻 - Dead

[lillithwrites]

Won't draw but I can write something based off of it-

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

Send questions about yourself

Ask questions to/about your characters

Ask about your headcanons 

Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 

Ask about popular ships/headcanons

Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)

Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs

Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

[liltotcommunity]

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g i v e

[theolddivorcedzukka]

Hand them over 😌🤲

[mylordshesacactus]

where’s that one “pakige” post bc like

AO3, Basic Logic, God, Everyone: You posted a chapter five minutes ago, and should get comments gradually over the next few hours! Me, .5 seconds after posting, sitting with my face pressed up against my AO3 inbox: commente

[imperialbogmonster]

Bóòkmärkê?

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KÜDÖSś?

[ninjaotta]

välidæshün???

[lillithwrites]

Sömĕønê løvə mə??

[joyriding-in-the-fandoms]

Did I meme right?

[fishybehavior]

👀

[overworked-strawberry]

THE AMOUNT OF IRONY I-

[preyasi]

EXACTLY. I WILL THINK ABOUT YOUR ONE COMMENT FOR DAYS.

[1-800-i-ship-it]

getting closer

[mysnis]

Love the writers

[boldlyanxious]

Send love. I can’t afford serotonin.

[itsthatgreenone]

Now that’s more like it!

[yellow-deceit]

“send love i cant afford serotonin” ha mood

[lillithwrites]

Please, reblog

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Dear Fanfic writers, I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.

I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.

I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.

I don’t care if your character drinks “a hot cup of coffee” or “a steaming well of carefully brewed fair trade Ethiopian single origin organic beans, contained in an antique blue willow cup with one tiny chip on the edge and mild cracking in the glaze.”

I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.

I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.

I don’t care if your romantic pairing makes love on a bed of roses at sunset or if they bang up against the wall in a changing room at Walmart.

I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.

I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.

Reblog if you agree!

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This

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yea hi

[lillithwrites]

Watching The Roses

Tw: Suicide, self hate, mentions of all Light Sides

Roman knew others thought he was dumb. He was loud and self centered, obnoxious and rude. Roman knew they thought he was dumb when he was swept up in Janus’ lies and smile. Roman was dumb and that was how it was.

But he wasn’t. Roman watched. He may be loud but no one knew what went on in his head. As he watched and analyzed, he made comments on Virgil’s newest band obsession, he poked fun at Logan’s newest facts, he was mean. But he watched.

Roman watched as Patton’s smile faltered when he thought no one was looking. When Patton’s eyes got a little too fake or when he struggled to keep the tears out of his eyes. Roman watched the pink rose drowned in his self made river of sadness and fake happiness. 

Roman saw when Logan’s voice faltered when he thought no one was listening. He saw his smile dwindle down and down into a cold emotionless mask built from anger and heartache. Roman knew when Logan overworked despite how tired he was. Roman sighed as the blue rose frosted over, too busy trying to find the unattainable.

Roman knew when Virgil breathed a little too heavily from a conversation, when his hands got shaky. He recognized when Virgil was nearly crying from a bad decision or panic when things got too rough. Roman knew when the purple rose cracked, their magic gone.

Roman was smart enough to know when he was trying too hard, yelling mocking words to drown the voices of self hate that swirled in his head. Roman knew when he pulled away to stop himself from shattering. Roman was the final rose in the bouquet and he knew if he were to die, the rest would too. But that didn’t stop him from jumping.

[lillithwrites]

Should I post about my ocs?

[darkboysroadtrip]

Yellow was the color of happiness. Of sunshine, so bright, you can’t help but look at it. It was the color of creativity, and spring. The color was warm, it gave you a gentle hug and a pat on the head. That was yellow, sweet, happy, and warm.

Green was nature, and good luck. It was trees and moss, so soft against a resting travelers skin. It was tranquility, it was gazing at stars underneath a full moon. The color was calm, draining your worries. Green was calm, comforting, and safe.

Purple was magic, a mystery to be discovered. It made someone want to be good, to think they deserved to be good. Purple swept you up and whispered soft praises to you. Purple meant a lot, but magic was the biggest one in Thomas’ mind.

Thomas may not understand a lot, but he understood they loved him. When Dee kissed his forehead in good night, he was sweet. Dee was the one he would go to when he wanted extra cookies and a hug.

Thomas knew they cared for him, when Remus picked him up and held him. Remus was big and strong, Thomas knew to go to him when there was a scary dream and he needed protecting. Remus made Thomas’ feel calm and sleepy.

Thomas felt safe when Virgil made him laugh. He was dark, but he always knew what to say. Virgil was there to cheer him up when Thomas thought about his old life. The memories of those comforting moments made Thomas feel like magic was real, that he could reach out and touch those scary mysteries and make them like Dee, warm and sweet, like Remus, calm and safe, and like Virgil, confident and comforted.

Thomas didn’t know a lot but he knew he was happy. And that was what mattered most to Thomas.-💜

[OH MY FUCKING GOSH DANG MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS PURE AND AMAZING!!!]

[lillithwrites]

Mosaic( Janus fluff)

King had nagged him, like a pesky fly all day. Something about a new recipe to try and he had spent a while on. Despite his claims he wasn’t hungry, he took a bite of the chocolate and cherry mess of a cake. That was where he learned to love cherries.

Patton pulled him into a dance, laughing as he fell. He caught him anyways, eyes dancing as jazz music played in the background. Later, he would play it with a smile, dancing in a lonely pattern, feeling the warmth of his palms and the comfort of the moment.

Roman cheered as he finally crossed the stage in heels. Roman was always bothering him to learn, and despite his self centered ways, taught him gently how to walk in heels. ‘Step with your heel first and keep your back straight.’ He heard that line once more as he grabbed those black heels to toss them on.

Remus laughed as he fell beside the dandelions. He had done some sort of prank with a tripwire, causing him to fall. He turned to glare and scold Remus despite the tender smile pulling at his face. He laughed as he laid on that same bed of flowers, he kept some besides his bed now.

Logan gave him a rare smile as he moved a piece. “Checkmate” He had said, knowing there was nothing he could do to win. Logan laughed, a precious treasure few find, as he moved his piece in a hopeless manner. He remembered the cheer of victory as he passed a chess piece on his way to his room.

Virgil grinned as he watched him sigh. Virgil was sitting on the counter, 3 am flickering on the clock beside him. Red highlighted his eyes as the purple side gave him a cheez it. He had learned the beauty of the night there, laughing and joking with Virgil.

Janus looked at himself in the mirror, a soft look on his face.He didn’t see himself, he saw a mosaic of all the people he loved. ‘And perhaps-’ Janus looked around, Virgil arguing with Roman, Logan teaching Remus some gory facts, and Patton nearly fainting in the background as he listened to Logan, ‘that was was the best thing I can be.’

[lillithwrites]

Nobody(Roceit + Roman angst)

Tw: Changing oneself for someone else

Roman remembered meeting Janus for the first time. Well, it wasn’t the first time but it was the first time he met him as Janus and not Deceit. The moon illuminated his scales, as he spoke words that created passion and igniting a warmth inside of him. A glowing yellow eye haunted his dreams that night, comforting and soft.

Maybe that’s what led him here, tears streaked down his face as he stared at what was supposed to be him. Instead, a stranger stared at him, hollow and empty.He was a porcelain doll, made to be dressed up and moved around yet why? Why was he this thing?

Roman sighed as he lifted a hand to his face. He knew what happened, he needed Janus to love him forever. Yet, why wasn’t Roman happy? There was no way Janus could leave him now, he was too perfect for him. He was a clay to be molded as Janus pleased, to twist and decorate as he pleased. Yet, why did Roman want to go back?

Roman remembered before he met his wonderful poet. A time when Roman would go out with Patton and scream at the top of their lungs in glee. Roman didn’t do that anymore, he couldn’t leave Janus alone. Janus might think he didn’t want to spend time with him!

Roman jumped as the door squeaked open, wiping away the tears. A familiar golden eye glowed in the mirror, pairing with a happy grin that melted away as he saw Roman. ‘No, no, no, why is he sad?’ Roman bite his lip as he watched Janus run over to a broken husk of a man. 

Janus gently wiped away the tears that fell. “What happened, Amoris?” Roman remembered when Janus first called him that. ‘He loves’ as Roman recalled. 

Roman shook his head, he had to be there for Janus, and that meant he couldn’t be sad. But telling Janus what haunted him was so tempting, to let Janus sooth away his worries with a small poem of how much he loved Roman. 

Janus sighed as he led him to their bed. The scaled man just wanted to make his lover happy, yet Roman always pulled away when he was sad. Janus missed when Roman was happy, bursting with ideas and stories that made his head spin.

Roman leaned on Janus, allowing himself to sigh. Maybe this once, he’ll share his pain. “I just- I just can’t, Janus. I’ve been trying so hard to make sure you wouldn’t leave yet it hurts! It’s not supposed to hurt! It’s supposed to make me happy!” 

Roman felt himself crying again, his voice growing louder and desperate. He just wanted Janus to love him forever so why does it hurt so much?

Janus felt his eyes widen as his face paled. How long has it been since Roman felt this way? “Roman..” 

Roman looked at Janus, eyes sad and hollow. “I’m sorry”

Janus shook his head. Suddenly Roman felt arms around him, as Janus dug his face in Roman’s neck. “Roman, I’m not going to leave you, I promise. Please don’t change”

Roman felt his eyes grow heavy. Janus didn’t know it was too late for him. Roman wasn’t a thing anymore, just a shadow of what there once was. So, as Janus held him, trying his best to comfort him, the sun set on Nobody.