Bad Things Happen Bingo - Blog Posts

Hullo

howdy howdy, this is the new official tumblr for ChaoteToTheCore (as seen on Ao3), the old one will get linked up... eventually?

I'm currently working on my Year of the OTP (lava) and uhhhh a lot of whump besides. working on my year of whump tropes stuff.

I am also in bingos! If you have a thought, please request a situation and I'll whip it together.

Bingos below the cut to save space

Projects

Whumptober 2024. Yes I am still working on these lol.

Year of the OTP 2025 (lavashipping). this is twelve works over a year starring Cole/Kai Ninjago. Kai dies! ... a lot...

Year of Whump Tropes 2025. Lots of Kai, Nezha. Whatever blorbo catches my fancy really.

Bingo Cards

Kill-a-Character Bingo 2025: Dick Grayson! love that guy! want him dead! :D

Bad Things Happen Bingo 2025: I'm in many fandoms, but right now I'm mostly in DCU, Monkie Kid, & Ninjago. If there's another fandom you'd like you can always msg me to check before you make an official ask.

tw pet whump, abandonment, rejection

"Please!" Whumpee sobbed, clinging to their master's clothes desperately. "P-please, don't– don't leave me here, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Whumper looked down at them with nothing but ice cold disdain, all that warmth and fondness Whumpee had gotten used to entirely gone. "Let go of my clothes," they ordered firmly, and Whumpee obeyed, because they were good, they could be good, they could follow orders.

"Please, forgive me, I– I've made mistakes, b-but I won't make one again, please. Please, just give me a chance."

"I've given you many," they said bluntly.

Please please please please I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry–

"Please don't leave me," they choked out. "Please. Please, I'll do anything, please–'

Whumper didn't wait for them to finish. They turned around and left, slamming the front door of the shelter shut behind them; trapping Whumpee inside with all the other abandoned pets and workers who seemed not to care for them at all.

~

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou @whump-kitty

Teen Wolf s3 x 1

Daniel Sharman | Isaac Lahey

🤤🤤🤤🤤

【腐】団長と兵長 by 炭谷 || please do not remove source

Injury Prompt #1004

Held by the neck

@badthingshappenbingo first square done!

Here's the ao3 link! (maybe leave kudos even if you read it here on tumblr?(please))

Title - Some Things Are Worth Leaving Old Memories For

Rating - Teen

Fandom - TMNT

Words - 2,576

Chapters - 1/2

Warnings - Violence, Major Character Death

Prompt - Sacrifice

Main Tags - Self-Sacrifice, Character Death, Protective Raphael (TMNT), Good Sibling Raphael (TMNT), Hurt Raphael (TMNT), Raphael-centric (TMNT), Raphael Needs a Hug (TMNT), Protective Leonardo (TMNT), Hurt Leonardo (TMNT), Hurt Donatello (TMNT), Hurt Michelangelo (TMNT), Oroku Saki | Shredder Being an Asshole, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Bad Ending, no beta we die like men, Broken Promises, Promises, Flashbacks, Memories, No Turtlecest (TMNT)

Summary - While in battle with The Shredder, the turtles realize they can't beat him this time around. Raphael chooses to sacrifice himself in order to save his brothers.

~~~

Raph and his brothers were in a battle with The Shredder for what felt like hours now. After an hour of fighting Foot Soldier after Foot Soldier, Dogpound and Fishface. Dogpound hit Mikey square in the jaw, sending him flying and hitting the opposing wall.

“Mikey!” All of the other turtles yelled in unison.

Dogpound cracked his knuckles. “That’s more like it,” he growled.

Donnie ran over to Mikey, while Raph and Leo stayed behind to fight. “He’s out cold!” Donnie yelled back to them.

“Shit!” Raph grunted between labored breaths.

“We need to get out of here!” Leo called out.

Raph and Leo’s shells knocked together. Both of them were fighting off groups of Foot.

“Dogpound’s gonna get Donnie!” Raph yelled.

Without saying anything, Leo and Raph both pushed through the Foot, and ran behind Dogpound. Leo slashed his legs and feet, while Raph ran up his back and stabbed his Sias into his shoulders. Dogpound howled out in pain and threw Raph off his back, sending him hurling to the ground. His back stung from the impact, and he was immediately worried his shell was cracked. But he felt a sense of pride when he saw Dogpound run out the big room. He slowly pushed off the ground and stood up. “You think we’re done here?” Raph called out to his brothers after looking around the room. No other enemies were standing.

“God, let’s hope so,” Leo said. “How’s Mikey holding up?”

“Still unconscious, but he’s stable! He’ll be okay!” Donnie yelled from where he was kneeling over Mikey.

“Great, let’s go,” Leo said.

“Not if I can help it,” the cold voice of The Shredder said from the front of the room.

They all whipped around. “Not you!” Raph groaned.

The Shredder flashed his Steel Claws at the brothers. “I’m disappointed my men could only knock one of you out, but I’m confident I’ll be able to finish the job.”

“I wouldn’t be too confident there,” Raph threatened, but was ultimately unsure if they could take him.

Shredder pulled a lever sitting above a button that were both connected to the front wall he was standing at, and a large cannon lowered down from the ceiling. “If I can’t finish the job, I’m confident this will,” he said.

“Jesus,” Donnie whispered under his breath. Just by looking at it, he could tell this wasn’t just a regular cannon. It was infused with Kraang technology. Donnie shook his head. “Guys?” He yelled to his brothers. “This is, like, really bad!”

“I’m gonna crush your ass!” Raph yelled as he lunged at The Shredder. In one swift movement, The Shredder moved out of the way, and at the same time, hit Raph in the stomach with the back of his closed fist. The blunt side of his Steel Claws hitting him. Raph slid across the floor and quickly got back up, not showing the damage Shredder did.

While that was happening, Donnie and Leo both jumped on him. Leo from the front, and Donnie from the back. Donnie got one hit in, smacking his staff on Shredder's back, but causing no real damage due to his armor. Leo, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to get a hit in before he was sent flying backwards. Raph rushed over to Leo’s side and helped him up. Donnie was in combat with The Shredder now. He was very good at blocking Shredder’s attacks, but he wasn’t landing any himself. Raph ran and hit The Shredder in the back with his Sai, sending Shredder stumbling forward, but not falling to the ground. Shredder swung back at Raph, but Raph caught Shredder’s Claws with his Sai, crouching slightly to hold up the weight of Shredder's attack. Before Raph could do anything else, The Shredder yanked his hand out of Raph’s grasp, and swung down on him. Raph jumped back just in time to dodge, but fell backwards. Leo’s sword hit against Shredder’s helmet and sent it flying off, revealing the burnt skin underneath. Leo jumped back and stood in position to fight. Raph watched as Shredder turned around and lunged towards the button on the wall. Donnie was there in an instant, blocking his hit with his Staff. Leo jumped over to them and started fighting with Shredder.

“If Shredder hits that button, the cannon goes off!” Donnie yelled.

Raph ran over to Mikey and lifted him over his shoulder. He needed to get his brothers out of here. He was going to get his brothers out of here, even if it was the last thing he did. He heard Leo cry out. He whipped around and, to his dismay, saw Leo laying on the floor with Shredder standing over him. Raph dropped Mikey and ran over to him, standing in between Shredder and his brother, his first instinct being to put a barrier between the two. The Shredder swung at Raph, and he dodged just in time. Shredder nicked his shoulder with his claws, but the damage wasn’t too bad. Raph managed to land a kick to his chest, sending him backwards.

With the moment he had, he bent down to check on Leo. Shredder had gotten him pretty good. He was bleeding pretty profusely from his arm, and it seemed like it might be broken. Raph sucked air in. He hated seeing his brothers injured, and this looked pretty bad. He gave Leo a hand and helped him up. Before he could say anything, though, Shredder was back on him. He swiftly kicked Raph’s shell, leaving him stumbling forward on his face. Leo geared up to fight, but Donnie was there before he could. Donnie took a swing to Shredder's face, but he dodged. He grabbed Donnie’s arm and twisted it backwards, earning a yell from him. Raph jumped up and tackled Shredder to the ground. He was furious.

“Leave! Get out of here!” Raph yelled while fighting.

“Not without you,” Leo grunted. He was losing blood fast. He needed to leave, goddammit.

Shredder landed a punch to the back of Raph’s head, sending him staggering backwards, spots forming in his vision. He only let this affect him for a moment, though, because Shredder immediately turned to Leo, and slashed him in the chest, causing him to fall over. Raph jumped on Shredder’s back and started punching wherever he could reach. “Go!” he screamed.

Donnie rushed over to Leo and helped him to his feet again. “No!” Leo screamed.

“We have to go! Now,” Donnie said, starting to pull him away. “Help me get Mikey!”

“No! Not without Raph!”

“Leo!” Donnie yelled, tears forming in his eyes.

Leo helped Donnie lift Mikey, and they started to run towards the door.

“No!” Shredder growled, and tried to pull out of Raph’s grasp to reach them. Raph held on to Shredder tight.

“Raph! Please!” Leo screamed.

“Get out of here!” Raph yelled. “Go!”

Raph watched as Donnie and Leo paused, then Donnie pulled Leo out of the door. Tears streamed down both of their faces. The heavy doors closed behind them, cutting off Leo’s last strangled scream.

The Shredder threw Raph off of his back, sending him crashing to the floor, and faced him. “Look what you’ve done!” He cried out.

Raph launched him back up and tried to stab at Shredder with his Sai, but missed. Shredder grabbed Raph by the neck and pinned him to the wall. Raph flinched as he narrowly escaped hitting the button that would set off the cannon. “I’m going to make sure you don’t get out of here alive, turtle.”

Raph kicked Shredder in the chest and wriggled out of his grasp. “We have one thing in common, then.” Raph had a plan. He didn’t know if it was going to work, but he didn’t have any better plan. “Come at me, fuckface,” he snarled.

Shredder did just that. He lunged at Raph and nicked him in the jaw, sending blinding pain to his head. He had meant to dodge that, but was getting weaker as the fight went on. It didn’t matter though, because he still had Shredder right where he wanted him. In one swift motion, he put Shredder in a headlock, and swung around him so he was behind him. He then pushed his head square into the cannon, and slammed into the button with his shoulder. He kept both hands on The Shredder’s neck, and held him steady as he struggled. He heard the cannon fire up and-

He was in the lair. He was newly 15 years old, and had only just started fighting crime. Splinter had just finished a lengthy training session and an even more lengthy lecture about the rules he had for them: they must never kill - for any reason, they must always look out for each other, and they always must return home - together. After their training and lecture, Mikey went out to the den to watch tv, and Donnie went to his lab. Leo and Raph, not having anything else to do, and both pumped to finally be getting out in the world to help people decided to do one last fighting match up against each other.

“You sure you’re okay with me beating you again?” Raph said with a smirk on his face as they circled around each other.

“No, Raph. I’m not okay with that, which is why I am going to win this round.” Leo said definitely, then jumped at Raph.

Raph admittedly, wasn’t expecting Leo to make the first move, but quickly recovered. They were on top of each other in an instant. They both possessed pretty equal skill level, so they made for a good match. Their match lasted about fifteen minutes, before Raph had Leo pinned.

“Ugh!” Leo groaned. “I guess you win,” Raph let Leo back up. “Again.”

Raph raised his arms above his head to stretch. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, bro. Being second best to me is an accomplishment!”

Leo got up to his feet and punched Raph in the arm. “You know, I am better at strategy than you,” Leo said with a hint of pride. “Sensei told me himself.”

“Sensei this, Sensei that,” Raph teased. “What is it with you and-”

Raph was cut off by Leo jumping on him again. “I am also better at the element of surprise,” Leo boasted.

“Yeah?” Raph said. “Well I’m better at this!” He flipped Leo off of his back, over his shoulder, and onto the floor.

Without saying anything, Leo sweep kicked Raphs legs out from under him, sending him sprawled on the floor next to him. “Element of surprise,” he said.

Raph elbowed him in the shoulder. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you have that,” he said.

Neither of them got up from the floor. They both just looked up the dojo ceiling, lost in their own respective thoughts.

“Are you scared? Like, of the future?” Leo asked quietly.

“Hm?” Raph questioned. “Like, of fighting and stuff?”

“Yeah. I guess,” Leo said. “Of getting hurt?”

Raph was quiet for a moment. He wasn’t planning on having a heart to heart today, but here he was. “Uh, not really,” he said. “I’m not scared of getting hurt, no. Neither am I that scared of fighting. But-” Raph sighed. “I’m terrified of you guys getting hurt.”

“Yeah?” Leo said softly.

“Yeah,” Raph said.

Leo chuckled softly. “I guess that’s an answer I could’ve expected.”

They laid in silence for another moment. It was a comfortable silence, but it was also kind of sad. They could both feel their lives changing pretty quickly, and it scared both of them.

“You know,” Leo said. “That’s honestly what I’m scared of, too. Like, I’m so excited to finally be able to get out there and… and do good for the world! But I’m just so anxious.”

“Well, we’ll just have to look out for each other, huh?” Raph said.

Leo turned his head to look at Raph and smiled. “Yeah,” Leo said.

Another silence fell over them again. Raph thought about how everything was going to change. They had spent their whole lives training every day for this, and now it was finally happening. It was all so exciting and overwhelming.

“Hey, Raph,” Leo said.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s make a deal, no, a promise, okay?”

Raph raised an eyebrow at his brother.

Leo continued. “As the oldest brothers… and the ones that are best at fighting,” Raph smirked at this. “I think we’ve gotta leave it up to us to… to protect them, you know? And each other. I’ll look after you and you look after me, right?”

Raph chuckled. “Well, duh,” he said. “I wasn’t just gonna only look out for myself, Leo.”

“Yeah, yeah. You didn’t let me finish,” he said.

“Go on then,” Raph said.

Leo propped himself up on his elbows, so Raph did the same. “Let’s promise each other that no matter what happens, we never leave any of us behind, okay?”

“Leo, you’re making me seem like a bad brother. Of course I wouldn’t just leave any of you guys behind!” He said.

Leo sighed slightly. “No, it’s, it’s just- what I’m getting at is that we never sacrifice ourselves for each other.” Raph sat up. He was surprised to hear this from Leo. “I mean, hopefully it doesn’t come down to that, but I’d rather us all fight until the end than lose just one of us, you know? I mean, we’re a team. I don’t think I could go on with only three of us.”

“Huh,” Raph said. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of this before. He had actually run through situations like this in his head a lot. “If you just want all four of us dead, you can just say that,” he teased.

Leo sat up now. “Hey! I’m trying to be serious.”

Raph put his hands up in defense. “Sorry, bro. I’m just a little lost here.”

Leo groaned. “I don’t want you throwing yourself in dangerous situations just to help us, but I know I can’t stop you from doing that. So at least promise me you won't ever get yourself killed, okay? I’ll promise too.”

Raph’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He had known what Leo was getting after, but he didn’t expect him to be so forward about it. “Yeah. Okay,” he said quietly. “But if it’s you guys or me, you know I’m gonna put myself at risk to-”

Leo grabbed Raphs shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t say that. I never want you sacrificing yourself, okay?”

Raph sighed slightly and shook his head. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, man. I promise.”

Leo smiled slightly now. “Good. I’ll promise too, then.”

They looked at each other for a moment, before Leo wrapped Raph in a hug. It was an unexpected, but not unwelcome, surprise. Raph exhaled and hugged his brother back. “We’ve got this,” he said, softly.

“Yeah. I know,” Leo said. “We’ve got this.”

~

He has pressed the cannon button. He had Shredder's head in the cannon. He knew it would jam and kill not only The Shredder, but himself, too. He wasn’t afraid. His brothers were safe. He wasn’t afraid, he really wasn’t, but there was a squeezing in his chest. Even in his last moments, all he could think about were his brothers. But they were safe. He had made sure of that. He closed his eyes.

I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise, Leo.

Bad Things Happen (because of or to Ryoma Hoshi) Bingo!

With a wonderful set of prompts from the ever so lovely badthingshappenbingo (that Tumblr won’t let me @ because it’s Tumblr), I’ll be slowly filling out my Bingo card with oneshots and fanfics!  And because I love Hoshi so much, I’ve decided that all of these will absolutely be happening to or because of him. Or maybe it’s just because I just hyperfixate on him endlessly and I really have a lot of muse for him- who can say!

And to make it a bit more fun, I’d absolutely love if anyone wanted to send me a prompt to work with! (Although you don’t have to of course, either way this card will get filled out!) Feel free to request ships or something specific if you’d like too! I’d love to try writing new things! (Or more of the same old! Either one works for me!)

Wonder what some of these prompts mean? Here’s some links to help out!  (cws: torture, alcohol, death, s-cide mentions, poison) Cold-Blooded Torture | Over-the-Shoulder Carry | Roaring Rampage of Rescue | Villain Reveals the Secret | Punishment Box | Drowning Their Sorrows | Get It Over With | No Good Deed Goes Unpunished | Find the Cure | Compelling Voice 

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.

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.

=======================================

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.

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".

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...

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.

============================================

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: ???

Title:

Snippet:

The Vampire King's Match

Space: Dragging Themselves Along The Ground

Fandom: N/A

AU?: N/A

Extra: This, like the first entry, is my own world and characters.

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Fights

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

Everything was fine. Everything was fine before the assassins arrived. Cries and screams of men, women and children alike poisoned the usually peaceful air. His Royal Highness of Bludpyra stood face to face with many foes in his long life, but these assassins were man-made. They could not regenerate their injuries nor could they hypnotise, levitate or use telekinesis, but they were faster and more agile than the average vampire.

Karayan, as he happened to be in the village at the time of the attack, had skewered and slashed many of the artificial vampires to smithereens. However, there was one that was clearly the perfected model. Slim, tall, and weak in appearance, yet lethally strong in reality. It annoyed Karayan. He ordered the ones who were still alive to get inside their homes, while he stood face to face with the last.

Karayan was nothing short of powerful. He'd lived for centuries, perfecting his immunity to sunlight and all of his found capabilities. His scythe, a weapon perfectly designed for him and him alone, floated beside him. He kept calm, blocking the attacks that were sent his way with the scythe, not moving a muscle. Upon spotting an opening, a pale and dead hand grasped the scythe and swung it at a crazy speed. Karayan's eyes grew wide - the bastard had dodged. Before Karayan could regain his focus, a burn screamed through his thighs.

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?"

Karayan had never felt panic so bad in his life. Like how a heated blade would cauterise the wound it inflicts, the sword this man-made piece of shit wielded had closed the wounds it made. Well, it had closed off the points that Karayan would regenerate from. Fight or flight had become his mindset, a snarl curling onto his face. Gritting his jaw through the pain, Karayan commanded his scythe again, giving his opponent a flurry of furious attacks that sent them stumbling.

With a big enough distance, Karayan clawed at the ground, pulling himself along the blood tainted earth. He knew he was adding to the red. He may not have had a pulse, but his long-dead blood seeped out as a steady run. He dragged himself, pain and all, along the ground.

A scream of agony and surprise had him halt in his escape. This stupid fucker just had to take a arm off as well. Karayan snarled at the assassin, rolling out of the way as a frenzied strike was made towards his chest. Karayan grinned at the look of anger on his opponent's face, and at the fact his scythe was floating at an angle behind the attacker.

Mortal blood splattered over the ground and over what remained of Karayan's body. The vampiric king laid on the ground, gasping for the air he didn't need. He had won, yes, but he was in pain. He laid in his own blood, and that of the assassins he had killed to protect his people. Speaking of his people, a young woman was first to leave her home, a gasp of horror caught on Karayan's ears. He tilted his head back, looking back at the lady as she rushed over to him.

"Your Highness, can you hear me?"

Karayan slowly nodded, recognising the lady to be the wife of his friend's butler. "I can hear you, Lady Serene... I can hear you," he replied, his tone swept with his agony.

Lady Serene Haworth, an elven lady of underestimated power. She was one of a few necromancers that lived in Bludpyra, in this village on the borders of the neighbouring nation where her husband worked. She was a healer, and commonly helped Karayan's servants.

"Let me heal you, Your Majesty..."

So, I should be starting this soon

Do I have any ideas on the spaces? A few, but not all

Is it a surprise I'm ACTUALLY going to write for this? Yes.

If you want your own board, @badthingshappenbingo is where to go!