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Levi: The Perfect Muse

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...

SPOODER MONSTER :D

write my malec fic with me bitch (with love)

Apocalypse one? Blame timezones 😭

But yes, we will write it... Eventually

RECORD OF RAGNAROK SERVER!!!

ROR SERVERRRRR

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

God, racking my braincells for this😅

Most likely... 🤔 A Criminal For Justice is my top one, which is a solid original work of mine about an engineer and a cop

The Silver X Riddle paint prompt one I did for drabble night. Can't remember what it's called 😅

Ardyn drabble (I love anything Ardyn related)

Although I don't ship it and it was a request, Crewel x Vargas "Driving Madness" one. It was fun writing Crewel losing his composure

And for 5th... I honestly don't know 😅

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.

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

The beautiful Helene drawn by @retrograde-tonic !!

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