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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".

AllTober Day 4 - "How Much Of That Did You Hear?"

Contains: Barbatos/Beelzebub, Diavolo and Lucifer being Diavolo and Lucifer, Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Fandom: Obey Me!: Shall We Date?

Characters: Barbatos, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Lucifer

Extra: I LOVE BarBeel, it's such a cute ship and it needs more attention so :D

A typical day in the Devildom - Mammon in debt, Asmodeus shopping, Satan getting mad when his reading is interrupted, Belphegor sleeping, Leviathan gaming... The usual.

Well, for most people, the usual.

The Demon Lord's Castle housed a couple of guests on this day - Lucifer and Beelzebub. Beel had been left to his own devices, a banquet provided by Barbatos to keep the gluttonous demon occupied. Lucifer had a meeting with Diavolo.

At the end of the meeting, Barbatos walked into Diavolo's office to collect any teacups and saucers, only to hear the end of Lucifer's statement.

"... he'd like to confess."

Who'd like to confess? Barbatos, in an uncharacteristic interest, tilted his head. "Oh? Who's confessing things?"

"Ah! Barbatos, we hadn't noticed you there!" Diavolo gave that same happy smile he always did.

"Yes. It appears one of my brothers has fallen for someone" Lucifer replied, giving Barbatos a look to say the 'someone' was indeed the butler.

"Is that so? May I enquire who?"

"Beel."

Barbatos failed to keep his face from going red. He has expressed to Diavolo a multitude of times about his own feelings for the famished sixth born.

"Hmm, it seems you like him as well." Lucifer smirked, suggesting he had ideas.

"How can I not? He's constantly eager to try my baking and cooking, and he's genuinely an attractive and interesting demon" Barbatos explained, not registering the knock on the office door.

Diavolo had welcomed Beel into the office mid-way through Barbatos' little confession. Barbatos ultimately froze in a matter of a second, before excusing himself.

"How much did you hear, Beel?"

It wasn't until many hours later that Beelzebub had gone into the kitchens to find Barbatos, the butler baking some sweet treat. "Uhm... Barbatos?"

Barbatos jumped a mile, spinning round to face Beelzebub. "Oh, Beelzebub... My apologies for my startled reaction. How can I help?"

"... Lucifer told me about the conversation".

Well shit.

Barbatos cleared his throat and sighed. He ought to have known that Lucifer would tell. Afterall, it was Lucifer who told Barbatos that Beelzebub liked him.

"Funnily enough, Lucifer also told me about your feelings" Barbatos informed, craning his neck a bit to look up at the taller. Beel had a pale blush on his face, before - provided with no warning - hugging the butler with a soft smile. Barbatos took a moment to process, before reciprocating the action.

"Soooo, confirmed?" Diavolo's voice rang through the kitchen. Barbatos, in embarrassment, launched a silicone spatula at his lord with a scowl.

"Shush, my lord".

"Doesn't answer my question!"

"They're confirmed, now lets leave the lovebirds to it" Lucifer grabbed Diavolo by the collar, dragging the nosey prince with him.

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Original Work: A Criminal For Justice

Info: MM, Crime, Current Rating is YA. Do not quote me on the Ranks etc, I have gone off of what little research I managed to get

Inspired By: THIRDS by Charlie Cochet

Chapter One: Cops And Tracks

Glaring blazes of light reflected off the grey bonnets of various cars, all with the typical blue lights spinning in alternate direction under their cases. Smoke billowed from the steam engine on the tracks, brought to a stop with a barricade - and the broken engine.

"This is the second train this week, and we're on Monday!" a young officer complained, his uniform baring the simple 4 digit number. A lower rank to the man he was complaining too - a constable at most, whining like a child being took home from a park. A huff poured from the older cop, wanting to get this over an done with.

"It happens, get over it and stop whining!" replied the higher ranked officer, his name badge showing him to be Julian Wayne. His rank was identified with the small crown and angled, intricate square design beneath, sat on his shoulder. A DCS, being done with a DC already. Julian waved the lower rank away, making his way to the smoking steam engine.

He felt sorry for whatever engineer would deal with the damage and how much something like that would cost. The cursing and shouting of the convicted caught his attention, the small trio of criminals fighting against the cuffs and officers that pushed them to the vans. Tedious, absolutely tedious.

"You okay, superintendent?" the questioning tone of his friend and colleague caused Julian's attention to change. He looked down at the detective in question, and smiled.

"Chief Superintendent, but yes, I'm good" Julian folded his arms, staring back at the broken locomotive.

"You feeling sorry for another engineer?" the detective hit the issue on the nail. Not exactly anything knew, it was good old Finn Walker after all. Finn had been a friend of Julian's for years, before either had graduated University in fact. 

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" a chuckled response came, a smirk and playful side eye given to the lower ranked male. Finn just shrugged with a smug look.

"What can I say, I'm awesome" he grinned, doing the worse flick of his short, brown hair ever. He laughed at the expression of despair on his friend's face, "Chillax, Jules, whoever deals with it will be fine, 'kay?"

Although the three criminals were caught, Julian knew there was more to this than met the eye. The previous duo they'd caught were wearing the same fire-shaped logo that these goons were, which said this was a group. Hopefully, the interrogators would get something out of these three.

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"Well, our favourite nerd's shown up, what can I get ya?"

The inside of GRAND Coffee House was a low murmur with very few customers. Ignis always appeared at the same time, 1 and a half hours after open.

"I'm sure you ought to know by now, Daniel" Ignis replied with a smile. He held his card in his left hand, his right occupied with a bag.

"Don't fancy a change then?" Daniel chuckled, knowing the response that would follow. He glanced back from the machine, a look of feigned pain on Ignis' face.

"How could you swear at me like that? I thought you loved me" Ignis tilted his head away with a dramatic look of betrayal.

Regulars knew of the two, Ignis and Daniel Knight. They had the same curly blonde hair, although Ignis' was longer and a little darker than Daniel's. Same eyes, same face (If you took Daniel's tattoo away that it), same height - it was clear to anyone with eyes that these two were twins. It was also just as obvious that Daniel was extremely protective of his older twin.

Ignis sat by the counter as he always did, keeping his brother updated with all his life. He spoke of his trains, his models, the books he read, he even spoke of things that Daniel's boyfriend mentioned every now and then. It was early Monday morning, so university students were coming in for the coffees to combat their hangovers and/or late nights. Daniel knew there was people who didn't graduate from Ignis' year, he also knew a lot of them didn't know how to keep their mouths shut.

At a young age of 24, Ignis had a degree in criminal psychology and was a part time rail engineer.  His ability to take in information had him being forced to do other people's work, do group projects alone and have late nights that led him to be the insomniac he was. He rarely fought back, which included the beatings he'd get if he denied the demands his classmates would order. There was one group in particular, which on a Monday, they would end up at GRAND Coffee House. They hadn't shown yet, which was a good sign for both the twins.

"So, any interests for a career?" Daniel asked, getting a shrug in response.

"I'm a part time rail engineer with a criminal psychology degree, what do you think?" Ignis replied. Daniel stared at his twin with a smirk, and then decided to point something out.

"I heard they're taking on new recruits on the police force" Daniel suggested subtly. Ignis rolled his eyes, having been a prison guard for a little while at 19.

Time ticked on. Ignis bid his brother a farewell, walking out into the streets of Lincoln. He had no intention of doing anything, he now had to change his usual routine afterall, he'd graduated meaning he had no routine at that time. He wandered around aimlessly until he was called by his boss. A train needed repairing? Good, it gave Ignis something to do, and so he made his way to the location.

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Cops cars caught Ignis off guard, surprised to see so many surrounding the train. Smoke billowed from the engine, not steam, which instantly caught Ignis' attention. Ignoring the officials, Ignis climbed up into the locomotive with his tools. He checked the interior with precision that would make a professional darts player jealous.

He saw the remains of what appeared to be a hand-made bomb, one with a low explosion. Not surprising, it was an engine that had been blown.

"Sir? Are you the engineer?"

Ignis stumbled back in surprise, falling onto his ass. He looked at the owner of the voice, and gulped upon seeing the rank. "Yes... Superintendent sir!" Ignis panicked as he spoke, and the police officer laughed.

"Don't worry about formalities, kid. We ought to be apologising for the train" he spoke up, climbing into the said vehicle, helping Ignis to his feet.

"... Alright," Ignis was unsure as to why he was apologising for the damage to the train.

Whoever the cop was, he helped Ignis repair the engine as quick as possible. He made conversation with him too, trying to keep Ignis' nerves at bay.

"Thank you... Uh-"

"Julian. Julian Wayne."

Ignis' eyes widened in surprise, realising who this man was.

"Well, thank you, Julian" he nodded to the cop, a little embarrassed he'd fallen over earlier in front of someone so respected.

"It's fine. You said your name's Ignis, right?" Julian asked with a calming smile. Ignis nodded, and looked at Julian with a little caution. That was until Julian handed him a card with his details on, "You're a chill kid, I like ya" he smiled, ruffling Ignis' head.

That was the start of something much worse than either ever expected.

Kerosene's Collection

Space: The Collector

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: This, like the other entries, is my own world and characters.

Warnings: Mentions of real skulls, torture, murder and blood

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

A deep smell of chemicals and vinegar filled the room, a seemingly normal room to the outside world. But, trust me when I say, the contents of this room are far from normal. At its centre was a metal table with 4 reels of chains drilled to the underside. Those chains had bands of leather, able to be buckled tight, connected to the end. The top surface was scratched and battered, the small trenches in the metal seeming to be stained a reddish brown, similar to old blood on fabric. Around the edge of the room was counters and cabinets and cupboards galore. Some cupboards were labelled: beakers, flasks, pipettes, that sort of thing. Cabinets were bolted shut and locked with heavy-duty padlocks, no one was getting into them.

But that wasn't the weirdest thing within this room. In the far left alcove there's a series of shelves, each one lined with skulls. Though, the skulls were not the fake realistic ones, decorated with roses or playing cards. They were as real as the rest of the room. They ranged in shape, size and species - some were human, others had fangs, horns and wing bones as well. Each one had a little plaque in front of it, like the plaques you get for a teacher's or boss' desk, with names etched into them. The names of those who the skulls belonged to.

An echoey thud resonated through the room, followed by babbling from a psychopath. Babbling about how he'd have another for his beloved collection. Another person on his list, tortured and destroyed. How he'd join in on the search parties when they were announced missing. 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.

Ragging the little shit by the hair, he tossed them like an old doll onto the metal, painfully holding their head down while he fastened the band over them. Chains clanked and tinkled as he moved the binds, locking this darling freak to the bed of their death.

What would he do? How would he do it? Oh the possibilities!!!

All he did know though... Was that there would be a new head on his collection...

Thought I'd do some funky lil headcanons for some of my favourite ships!

TreyJade

Trey learns what Jade's favourite dishes are, and makes himself a personal goal to learn how to make them.

Jade info-dumps about mushrooms to Trey, and Trey will happily sit and listen.

Trey will risk breaking Heartslabyul rules just to go see Jade.

Mountain dates. They have mountain and hiking dates.

Jade teaches Trey about merfolk beyond what NRC teaches - Trey's curiosities would most likely get the better of him

EEL CUDDLES! You know how otters have cuddle piles? Jade does exactly that in his merform if he can, tail and arms wrapped around Trey as securely as possible.

Jade being autistic, Trey learns his sensory triggers etc and does what he can to help

Jade will calmly threaten whoever says bad about Trey, even going as far as letting Floyd have the chance to squeeze

Trey is out of bounds to Azul's deals - Jade threatens him

CidClive

Cidolfus constantly sends Clive letters when he's away from the Hideaway, or away from Clive in general.

Clive holds onto Cid's jacket like a clingy child if he feels scared in a specific area - it's rare but Cid will have a silly smile he fails to hide when Clive does cling to him.

Clive is allowed in Cid's office/room without knocking.

Cid's "parental approval" was Torgal and Jill. Torgal likes Cid anyway, and Jill approved of him verbally - Gav also approved, but not without threatening both Clive and Cid that if one got hurt by the other, they'd be hurt several times worse

Ramuh and Ifrit form a mental connection as to when the other is ready to be unleashed. The two Eikons defend their respective hosts and each other

VarWel

Divus Crewel and Ashton Vargas. (Funnily enough, this is a recent one I've stares shipping)

Divus has the worst road rage, as driver and passenger. Ashton dreads Divus driving though, he also knows not to drive Divus' car under any circumstance

Ashton gets scolded like he's a dog more often than not, and Divus even threatens to ban him from his classroom.

Divus picks outfits out, and refuses to let Ashton do so

They have a dog (Dalmatian) and it's called LeFou

Hajime x Samon

Both were in denial for the longest time!

Act like enemies at work to stop questions

Hajime is like a cat when they're away from work eyes

Momoko is heartbroken when she finds out (Kenshiro is overjoyed but hides it for her sake)

Enki firmly threatened Hajime where no one could hear.

Samon lets Hajime have ice lollies if he wants one, but for every ice lolly, he gets Hajime to not smoke

Mitsuru teasing the living hell out of them both

Any other ships you want to see - Opinions or headcanons for?

Y'all

No one warned me for this

No one warned me about Record of Ragnarok...

I'M HYPERFIXATED Y'ALL

Oh, and why is Buddha, yk, kinda fine?

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]

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..."

This is a Record Of Ragnarok post that does include spoilers for Round 9.

If you are NOT at Round 9 or haven't finished Round 9, read at your own risk

(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