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Space: Hidden Scar

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Stabbings, self blame, attack, bodily harm

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed that was just how he was - a cold, physically flawless man who gave no sympathy. But, this couldn't be further from the truth.

Fëanor sat in his office with camera screens humming away to his left, his fountain pen scratching the page. He was leaning stressfully on his desk, his hand on his head and his elbow on the desk's surface, practically holding his head up. A new inmate had recently been put into solitary confinement, and the inmate was someone that Fëanor had known in the past. "How was the funeral...? Oh right, you couldn't attend, you were in a hospital bed... Kinda deserved considering you let my brother die...". Those had been the inmate's taunting words to Fëanor when they had arrived. The words that echoed through the warden's mind. Fëanor had to hold himself back from lashing out, keeping his cool.

He hadn't let anyone die, and if he could, he'd save all the victims he was unable to save. The inmate's brother was a victim to a case that had taken three teams of profilers and federal police to hunt down the criminal responsible. Fëanor was no stranger to the blame being put on him for 'not finding the criminal quicker', but he'd not expected the inmate to attack him - actually why the inmate was there, the only reason it'd taken so long to arrest him was because Fëanor hadn't been able to confirm who attacked him until the day prior to the inmate's arrival.

The attack was nothing special, except it'd been executed well. Fëanor had been at home when it happened, the attacker somehow breaking in with stealth akin to a vampire's. It'd started with the click of a gun being loaded to fire while Fëanor wasn't looking. The fae had looked at his assailant at that point, the gun firing and missing Fëanor by mere millimetres, the warden not even flinching. Silence had followed for a good few moments, until crashes of bodies falling into tables resonated through the room. The warden had fought back as much as he could, the assailant fighting tooth and nail to tire Fëanor out before slamming the battle of the pistol into the fae's jaw. The pain was dizzying, Fëanor's focus and concentration destroyed. Unable to fight back, Fëanor had no way to stop every sink of a blade into his body - arms, chest, stomach, legs - but all aimed perfectly so Fëanor wouldn't definitely die, but left enough of a chance it could happen. The assailant had leapt out of Fëanor's window by the time his neighbours came to him, having heard the commotion.

He'd been hospitalised for weeks afterwards, stitched up and hooked to wires and painkillers. He still felt the ache of the wounds through the painkillers, but any stronger of a dosage would kill him.

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.

No one knew about what happened to him, aside from his neighbours, and Fëanor planned to keep it that way. What would people think? The warden of Jejivan's most notorious prison being unable to defend himself? He'd be a laughing stock and a target.

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed incorrectly about him - yes he was cold, but he was also scarred and ashamed, afraid to admit it aloud.

when Zack had to come back without a sweater... 😳

Thanks Sky! I've got an 86hr thing to do this with, woo T_T

Got My Name Changed Back (Pistol Annies)

Eternally Yours (Motionless In White)

If Today Was Your Last Day (NICKELBACK)

Mary On A Cross - Cover (Social Repose)

Fake (Shinedown)

Ain't Worth The Whiskey (Cole Swindell)

Mangled (NateWantsToBattle)

She Wolf (Shakira {My guilty pleasure artist 🤭})

Marry The Night (Lady Gaga)

S*x Metal Barbie (In This Moment)

I have no one to tag- ☹️

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag ten other people

Heathens by 21 Pilots

Trial Run by Jenny Baker

Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi

Basket Case by Greenday

Zombie by The Cranberries

Till I Collapse by Eminem

Life Waster by Corpse

Thinking of You by Katy Perry

The Devil in I by Slipknot

How it Feels to Feel Nothing by Phora

i'm tagging @morozovamaximoff @scarletsmaroon and @swiftiebvcks

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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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..."

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: ???

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SPOODER MONSTER :D

Hey Gays

If you like Royals, Gays, Fantasy and History, take note to this project I'm a part of with Sky, Moon, Twisty, Shoto, and Isla!

Hi there! Welcome to Royal Flowers, the blog for all things related to our project!

What is our project?

Royal Flowers (or the Flower Gardens) is a book series in planning about one of my favorite things: gay royalty! More information will be in a different post, but what does Royal Flowers include? Well, let me tell you!

We have two main couples, Amara/Maeve and Nikandr/Andrei! We also have a number of other background characters, including a nonbinary pirate named Felix!

If you’re interested in lgbtq+ fantasy with plenty of adventure and lots of ups and downs, join us here as we go along, and come along with us!

Members of the project: @sky-neverending @twistyyyyyyyyboo @thegayafgoat @chancellor-reno5 as well as Isla and Shoto!!

Stay tuned for more!!

I'm not apologising to my TWST Moots :)

Im still on my Crowley is Levan/Revan bullshit, and now I made myself sad abuvfblvksdt

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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