“We start with stars in our eyes
We start believing that we belong
But every sun doesn’t rise
And no one tells you where you went wrong

Step out, step out of the sun
If you keep getting burned
Step out, step out of the sun
Because you’ve learned, because you’ve learned

On the outside, always looking in
Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?
‘Cause I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass
Waving through a window
I try to speak, but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear
While I’m watch, watch, watching people pass
Waving through a window, oh
Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?”

Some art for the fic I recently wrote set in @quicktothebatjalopy‘s Dolls AU, which in turn was based off VIXX’s Voodoo Doll MV.

If
anyone happens to be wondering about the feathers, since they’re not
found in the MV, they’re a little nod to a personal headcanon of mine
about how the witch makes her dolls in this AU, which is by transferring
the life energy of captured woodland creatures into human bodies
that she crafts to her liking, similar to how Fell magic works in World
of Warcraft lore. Her first successful attempt (aka VIXX’s N, pictured
above) was created from a little cardinal that ventured too close
to the feeders she left out close to her house to entice possible
victims. Unbeknownst to her, however, the reason the cardinal ventured
so near the evil, foreboding edifice in the first place was because he
was trying to find food for his recently hatched chicks. And a little
known fact about cardinals is that they have such a strong instinctual
drive to take care of things that they have been observed voluntarily
feeding each other, the nestlings of other birds, or even entirely
different species such as goldfish, without any benefit to themselves at
all. This selfless, instinctual desire to love and provide for his
babies that the little bird felt even in his final moments was so
strong, so pure, that it lived on in the doll his life force was
transferred into, dormant and buried deep within his artificially
constructed psyche. As for what happened afterwards… well, you’ll just
have to read the fics, now won’t you? 😉