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Bad Things Happen: Masterlist

So it's easier to locate all my BTH Bingo works, here's the master list!

Entry 1: It's Quiet... Too Quiet

Title: Revenge of the Ringmaster

Snippet: He didn't know. And yet he was the one blamed. He didn't know there was a monstrosity beneath the circus. Several heads, maybe 30 of them? He couldn't quite recall. Each head had black holes for eyes, with teeth like the spikes on a flail. He didn't know.

Entry 2: Dragging Themselves Along The Ground

Title: The Vampire King's Match

Snippet: He crashed to the ground, a blood-curdling shriek bubbling up and out his mouth. He didn't understand. His regeneration was impeccably fast, so why wasn't he regenerating?! "Silver is a beautiful yet dangerous thing... Is it not, Your Majesty?"

Entry 3: Go Through Me

Title: His Majesty's Horror

Snippet: They had her. They had her, somewhere in this disgusting building. And he would be damned if he failed to get her out. She had spent years protecting him from the violence of his father, now it was his turn to protect her from the violence of the world.

Entry 4: The Collector

Title: Kerosene's Collection

Snippet: Muffled screams and aimless kicks accompanied the man, his hand tangled into messy hair while his wrist was clung to. Not that he could feel it - metal had no nerves - and this pathetic, screaming scum was the reason behind the metal. He would take his sweet time with this one.

Entry 5: They Will Come For Me

Title: Rotten Escape

Snippet: She reached the gate, and almost as soon as she had, the gate swung over and she was hauled off the ground into the arms of a man. Pale tri-coloured hair was all it took for her to know that she was safe.

Entry 6: Nightmares

Title: A Nightmare For Death

Snippet: It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.

Entry 7: Hidden Scars

Title: The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison

Snippet: Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.

Entry 8: ???

Title:

Snippet:

i’m going to eat you

😥 Skyyyyyyy, be nice, no noms 😥

come get ur silly bird man

Correction: silly PRETTY bird man

HAJAJASN I LOVE HIM

gonna smooch him

I will

He my baby

He my boy

😍😍😍😍

Mine. All mine.

MY BABYYYYYY

Sobbing-

FONTAINE SPOILERS AHEAD

FURINA-? SENTENCED TO-

However-

"The HYDRO ARCHON is to be punished..."

Sooooo

Focalors is executed... Furina returns as a human? Her splash art has a vision, and no large elemental symbol in the back of her promotional art like the other archons.

So

Furina comes back, but Focalors dies.

Reno's Entries to:

AllTober - Day 1: "Run!"

Contains: Small Description of Blood/Blot, Book 7 Spoilers, Levan Crowley theory

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Dire Crowley/Levan Draconia, Malenoa Draconia, Malleus Draconia

"You were cursed? Levan, why didn't you say anything beforehand?"

"I thought it'd be safer that way, but of course, now Malleus is here, I cannot keep it from you."

"Levan..."

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The air of Briar Valley fell thick with a sense of trouble. Typical dark forests and jagged stones became monstrous omens for whatever hell was currently waiting to unfold.

In the castle grounds of the Draconia family, tension was growing. Malenoa held her child to her chest, her face drained of any other emotion than fear. Young prince Malleus slept soundlessly in her arms, unaware of the reign of terror occuring in the confines of his own home.

"Malenoa~ where did you goooo~?"

The queen could only pray that her husband's hearing hadn't increased. She remained light on her feet, running through the castle, hiding in nooks and crannies when she saw the hideous trail of blot. Black, inky blot.

She could do it. She could protect Malleus and survive.

"My dear, dear queen... must you hide from me? Where are you?"

Malenoa made a quick dash for her army's quarter of the castle, where she barricaded the door while she recollected herself. Ordering one of the men in the room to protect Malleus with his life, Malenoa snatched her staff.

She walked silently back through the castle, this time searching for her husband - or the monster that he currently was.

"Malenoa, my dear! There you are~ you led me on a merry chase my love!"

Her husband was still in there. She knew it. Destroy the blot monster, and he would be fine...

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Finally waking up from whatever spell Malleus had cast, Crowley looked around at the staff and students still asleep, or at least stirring. The overblot had been stopped at last, but to what cost? Malleus now knew who Crowley truly was, and it worried the crow.

"You left your own family?!" One of the students screamed at him, but Crowley heard it not.

7 overblots. His curse.

Crowley's wings and cloak fused, changing to giant, pitch black wings, several times the size of Crowley. The mask shattered on one side, gleaming yellow eye starting to drip with that inky substance.

"Please..."

Crowley barely recognised his voice.

"Run."

Not even a second later, a blood-curdling cry, somewhere between a crow call and a scream, ripped from the Headmage.

The gold claws were fused to him, growing longer into the equivalent of an eagle's talons. Whatever remained of the beak on his mask lengthened out, curling more down.

He gave them all one last warning.

"RUN!"

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Dire Crowley Headcanons

If you don't know me well (which for most of you is the case), I am a massive Dire Crowley fan. And of course, what type of gracious fan of the bird would I be without some Headcanons?

So, let's dive in, shall we?

WARNING: Following Headcanons contain angst

Crowley can turn into a bird, you can't tell me otherwise. So, he has a bit of a birdbrain!

He also probably struggles to see glass doors...

Also related to the bird brains. The reason for him running from danger is the bird brains. Most birds flee from a threat, so does Crowley. He doesn't mean to, but it's instinctual and a habit

If Yuu had any issues and told him about them, he'd just randomly appear with objects he's found from pretty feathers to shiny pebbles and bottlecaps, and give them to Yuu to try and cheer them up

He also requests small bits of praise or short hugs in return, just so he knows that Yuu is happy with what he finds!

Crowley also fully knows that the students don't trust him, or in some cases, he knows they don't even like or respect him.

His over-the-top personality is to stop anyone from realising he's affected by it, and how he wants to be genuinely helpful but struggles with it.

He'll sometimes lock himself in his office and just cry or unleash his anger and sadness by trashing his desk or clawing/punching a wall.

He talks to the paintings more than actual people because of it.

If he's far from his office, he'll detour to Divus. Why Divus? Because of all the staff, Dire trusts him the most

NEXT HEADCANONS MAY CONTAIN BOOK 7 SPOILERS

If the theory of Crowley being Levan is true, then I think Crowley may have a few extra Headcanons to make

Crowley is scared to hurt people, so (including my curse theory), Crowley ran from the Draconias to protect them

He runs and avoids helping with the Overblots because he either physically can't help or he fears he'd make them worse

Secretly keeps a close eye on Malleus at NRC

That's all for now with my Crowley Headcanons :3

GORGEOUS ART BY MY FRIEND RETRO 🫶 OF MONA'S OC HELENE

The beautiful Helene drawn by @retrograde-tonic !!

Space: It's Quiet... Too Quiet

Fandom: N/A

AU?: N/A

Extra: This one is being written with connections to my own characters and their plot line(s).

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

Lunafullia: The Revenge Of The Ringmaster

The circus grounds of Jejivan. A lively and warm atmosphere all year round, the acts and staff having as much fun as their fans and supporters! Cheers and awes would leave the glow of the tent's entrance around 6 o'clock every night for around 4 hours, 6 hours if it was a special night. Located a few miles south of the capital's centre, it stood to be the biggest source of enjoyment from residents and tourists alike. Hell, even the royals would attend frequently. Who'd expect high ranked members of society to attend events in a red and white tent that seemed to destroy all aspects of basic physics?

Jejivan's Circus. That was its name. Simple yet memorable. The main tent stood at a scarily tall 75ft, the other smaller tents standing at 55ft. Of course, that meant the space inside was just as scarily large, the centre masts stationed over 80ft apart, with a width of over 100 to add - and that's just the main tent. Why would a tent have to be so big? Well, the ringmaster and circus owner wasn't the smallest man - or naga - on Lunafullia's surface. He had to fit somehow!

Speaking of, shall we delve into the ringmaster?

A naga of the largest variety, measuring in at around 90ft long, was the ringmaster. His name was Ryoko Occidendum, and he'd been running this circus for over 150 years. He was the father of the acts, figuratively speaking at least. He made every night unique, with help from his brother on the occasion. As we mention him, Reign Occidendum is the creative manager of the circus, and also the stand in ringmaster if Ryoko couldn't partake. How would that work? Well, Ryoko and Reign are twins, identical twins.

But enough about that! This circus ran for hundreds of years, originally being called Occidendum's Circus, for it was a family thing. Popular, thriving, safe; all things for the circus that was true.

Until it was not.

No birds sang, no sounds at all. Not even the weight of his tail made a sound as he slithered over the abandoned grounds. Or, at least he didn't hear it.

He didn't know. And yet he was the one blamed. He didn't know there was a monstrosity beneath the circus. Several heads, maybe 30 of them? He couldn't quite recall. Each head had black holes for eyes, with teeth like the spikes on a flail. He didn't know.

The tent still stood. But the pain he felt, staring at the shreds of his life, was far too much. The white and red vibrance had been replaced by yellowed and tattered violence, the stench of damp fabric assaulting his senses. The fabric was torn to no end, the centre masts having trenches from where its destroyer had tried to claw its way out of its confines. Old stalls, from which attendees would've gotten their merch and snacks, now rotted and collapsed.

The air stood still. The sickening smells didn't waft away. No sound broke the silence.

It was still there.

Somewhere.

Despite the pain in his chest, he pulled back the ribbons of the tent's entrance, half debating to coil and cry. He didn't stop, advancing into the place he once stood. He stared at the main stage, the memories already surfacing.

"Welcome ladies and gents and everyone present! The circus opens its curtains to you!"

He'd said that. As he had every night. The distinguished hat he always wore, his tailcoat a charming blue, like the early hours of the morning sky. He had his tail, the reds and greens of his scales reflecting the fire light that illuminated their stages, coiled beneath him, his cane raised in a dramatic introduction.

They'd gotten two hours into their set for the night when the first grumble had been heard.

"And what a spectacular performance from our very own pirate captain! Never ceasing to amaze his crew~! Up next-"

He'd been introducing their fire dance act. He remembered it so clearly. He was cut short by a grumble, growl of sorts. He had regained his composure before attempting to introduce the act again, until a loud snarl had ripped through the grounds. He had been scared out of his skin, the first head making its horrific presence known. He had immediately called the night off, shouting and screaming for everyone to get out.

He slithered around the debris, his hood flaring slightly. He was paranoid. Rightly so, though. He didn't know what that creature had been. All he knew was that it had appeared, and ate its way through over 200 supporters of the circus, and hadn't been seen since the grounds were abandoned.

15 years ago to the day.

15 years ago, screams of fear and horror had filled the circus. Reports channeled over the city and beyond. He had been blamed for hiding it. He had insisted he'd not known it was there, and that he had no idea what it was. Survivors backed him up, informing investigators that he had been just as scared as the rest of them.

Now, 15 years on, the area was dead. Silent. Nothing. He had no reason to be there, but there he was.

Clutching his modified masamune with a white-knuckled grip, Jejivan's Circus' former ringmaster relaxed himself, glaring at the place the beast had come from all those years ago. It had destroyed his life.

He felt eyes on him, and his hood flared further. He locked his attention on the darkness ahead.

His life had been destroyed that night: his career, his family's past, his brother, his family at the circus. That beast had killed those he loved, had killed his life and reason for living.

Ryoko had come to repay the favour... Only this time, as the Lord of Jejivan, the Noble Naga of Death.

He would avenge his murdered friends and family.

The memories would be put to an end.

And he'd not be nice about it...