Lunafullia: The Revenge Of The Ringmaster
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...
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His Majesty's Horror
Space: Go Through Me
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: This, like the other entries, is my own world and characters.
Warnings: Abuse, battle, gore
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
The door creaked open, the young boy's mother poking her head into the room. A look of guilt and sorrow came over her face as she saw her son awake, curled up with his hands over his ears and tail wrapped around himself. She quietly made her way over, sitting on the boy's bed. The instant she did, he crawled into her arms and clung to her side.
"Did Daddy hurt you again?" The boy asked, toying with the cotton of his mother's pajama top.
"He only shouted, don't worry," she rested her head atop his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
Avalyn Noxalus, a strong and independent woman, tough to break and destroy. She cherished her son like he was her hoard. Not a single soul would hurt him, not while she lived. Despite the fear set in her home, she remained warm and loving for her son's sake.
Pulling the boy onto her lap, Avalyn started to plait her son's hair, an attempt to put him at ease. She sang a lullaby to him, quiet enough so only he could hear her. A silent promise that no one would hurt him.
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Blood covered his face, hands, arms... Everywhere. The scythe dripped with that ruby substance, the stringy remains of some poor beggar's intestines caught on one of the many curled sections. Guts and blood splattered the walls and ceilings, more on the floor - smeared along pearly white tiles. Metal scraped along pot tiles, the sound just short of nails on a chalkboard. Heavy breaths and low growls led the scratching blade, heading towards the main laboratory.
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.
He glared back down the hallway, hand on the doorway. An endless run of bodies, disfigured and in more pieces than what it would seem. For the ones that still had life, they dragged themselves like zombies across the floors in an attempt to stand, or to die with a wheeze on top of another. A mad grin spread over his face at the sight of their pathetic and useless bodies as he pushed the door open.
Met with guns to his face, or rather to his stomach, he stared down at the human scientists with a snarl. He towered over them, adjusting his grip on the scythe. Time seemed to slow as he swung, the blade pushing on skin before breaking through, tearing into flesh. Bloodcurdling screams wretched from their mouths, the blade of the scythe ripping their bodies clean in half at the abdomen. He swung it back the other way, taking heads from the shoulders as he did. Blood spilled from various points, mixing into one large puddle under the bodies.
Scientists further into the room stare in horror, fight or flight starting to kick in - and naturally, they all made to flee. The swirling whoosh of something flying through the air was the last thing they'd all hear, the blade hugging their bodies and slicing them through the middle as it went. Blood splattered across the floor, over equipment, up the walls - everywhere. Guts were cut to pieces, scattered wherever they landed.
He found her, Avalyn Noxalus, shattering the glass of the cylinder that held her. Before he could put her on his back, the sound of machinery caught his attention.
"She is ours now, you have no further connection to her".
He laughed, turning to face the machine. He grinned like a maniac, resting the scythe on his shoulder.
"You want to keep her? Get through me first..."
AllTober Day 3: Forced to share a blanket/bed etc
Contains: Gayness :), Wriolette, Neuvillette losing his cool slightly, Neuvillette Spoilers
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Wriothesley, Neuvillette
Being forced to take a break, Neuvillette was faced with a multitude of issues. Trials were on hold, he wasn't in the comfort of his office and Wriothesley.
Not that anything was wrong with Wriothesley, of course, but Neuvillette was told he would be staying with Wriothesley - unless he wanted a old time meteor on his head (again). The issue was that Wriothesley had ONE bed. ONE.
And Wriothesley did not sleep without moving around.
Currently, Neuvillette found himself almost against the wall, while Wriothesley fidgeted about behind him. Neuvillette had specifically asked for a second cover incase this happened but the rustling drove Neuvillette insane.
That was until he tapped Wriothesley's shoulder to wake him up.
"Can you try and stay still? I cannot sleep with the fidgeting and rustling." Neuvillette frowned, Wriothesley just giving him a tired smirk.
"Are you going to give me a hug for the rest of the night?" Wriothesley challenged. He didn't expect Neuvillette to literally open his arms at that moment.
"If it stops you moving around, yes" Neuvillette agreed, and Wriothesley grinned, happily shuffling into Neuvillette's embrace. As quickly as he'd been woke, Wriothesley fell asleep once again.
Neuvillette convinced himself that it was just so Wriothesley would stop moving, that's until Wriothesley ended up hugging him as well and burying his head in Neuvillette's chest. Neuvillette quickly learned that Wriothesley was more than a friend or colleague, but a mortal Neuvillette had fallen for...
Perhaps this forced break wouldn't be so bad...
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(Also slight 15+ themes)
Leonidas sir... HOLY-
Sir, those titties look very heavy- mind, mind if I hold them?
Leonidas is the sort of character I'm going to simp for in the most down bad ways, but also view in high platonic levels too
Like, why does he seem like he'd be an awesome dad? Like AAAA
I want to strangle Apollo for winning that match
Leo should've won
My man should have won
Also, who designed him because DAYUM
I wanna hold those man titties and squish em 😍
I'm normal about Leo, I swear
Remember to make space for the heteros this month too - yes, really.
Lesbians who became straight men
Gay men who became straight women
All straight drag artists (note that not all of them are cis!)
People with complex identities who thusly encompass multiple orientations (like genderfluid and multigender people who, yes, are sometimes straight, or even simultaneously with other labels)
Hetero aro and ace people. Especially. Seriously.
People with fluid orientations
Gnc people who find joy in their straightness
Many queer people are also straight. Queerness is note solely reliant on gayness. These people too, are a part of pride. Remember that.
[All discourse attempts will be swiftly blocked. Exclusionists fuck off]
Rotten Escape
Space: They're Coming For Me
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: This, like the other entries, is my own world and characters. This one's a little shorter than the others
Warnings: Brief descriptions of rotting, death
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
No light to trust, for the moon gave no cover to the girl as she stumbled over roots. Run... Just keep running: that's what she kept telling herself. She could hear their voices, shouting to bring her back. Back to that white room with nothing but a minimal bed and a restraint system in case she got violent.
She was 8. Permanently 8. That's why they wanted her body as it slowly rotted away from her bones. They wanted sick, sick answers that she would refuse to be the subject of. They weren't welcome here. They landed and never disappeared. 8 years old and she ran through a woodland full of a misty blanket. Home. That's where she needed to get. To wriggle through the gnarled gates of the citadel grounds, and beg for help. Beg someone to tell her father that she was home.
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.
"You're safe, Cas, you're safe", the voice of one of her fathers rang through her ears and she lifted her head slightly. She saw the gleam of metal walk by, slow and deadly. Far too curious for her own good, she turned her head to watch as the woosh of air was met with the wet squelch of flesh and blood. A few thuds followed, presumably heads of the bodies that collapsed down to the floor.
"They were coming for me...", the forever young girl spoke, staring at the bodies outside the gate. They had been so close to getting her. Broke from her staring by a hand on her head, she looked up to the gentle brown eyes of her second father.
"They will never have you, Cassie, not if I have anything to say about it".
Levi: The Perfect Muse
SHADOWHUNTERS + text posts 12/∞ | Malec Edition
Space: Nightmares
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!
Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
A Nightmare For Death
Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!
"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"
Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.
The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.
But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.
Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.
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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Mortal...?"
The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.
"Mortal, dear...?"
"... You were dead... He killed you..."
The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. 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.
And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.
AllTober Day 2: "It's All Your Fault!"
Contains: Mentioned Death, Maybe OOC, fights, hatred
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich, Mentioned Cerpus Ragnvindr
Diluc stood before an injured Kaeya, his trusty Wolves Gravestone ready to strike. His back was to the cavalry captain, his dangerous red eyes locked onto the advancing hilichurls.
"Diluc?" Kaeya strained, slowly getting back up off the ground.
"Stay down, Kaeya" Diluc demanded. He was not losing Kaeya like he had Cerpus all those years ago.
He had blamed Kaeya then. Blamed Kaeya that he was the reason Cerpus died. He now knew better. His father had tried to leave the Fatui. His own father had been a Harbinger. And they didn't like him trying to leave.
It was years ago. And Diluc could still hear the echo of his words that night.
"It's all your fault! All of it! It's all your fault!"
He was a fight away from losing Kaeya.
It was time to right his wrongs.
"Kaeya, don't die on me..."
"What?"
"Don't die on me...
That night was never your fault, brother"
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