#Halloween trials 2024

[mimicfanenzuaki]

RAHHHHH I GOT THE CANDY AND GOT THE LANTERN!!!!

Taiyo’s so pretty (but so bothersome) <3

[star-mannnn]

Guys which evil capitalist should I be for Halloween?

Trials of Apollo Caligula or the Once-ler?

[octoberis4loverz]

Max and Dani Dennison's house from the movie Hocus Pocus is located at 4 Ocean Ave in Salem, Massachusetts. 🎃

[judgeitbyitscover]

The Familiars by Stacey Halls

Cover art by Lucy Rose

MIRA, February 2019

In 1612 Lancaster, England, the hunt for witches has reached a fever pitch…

But in a time of suspicion and accusation, to be a woman may be the greatest risk of all.

Fleetwood Shuttleworth, the mistress of Pendle Hill’s Gawthorpe Hall, is with child. Anxious to produce an heir, she is distraught to find a letter from her physician that warns her husband she will not survive this pregnancy.

Devastated, Fleetwood wanders the estate grounds, where she catches a young woman poaching. Alice Gray claims she is a local midwife and promises to help Fleetwood deliver a healthy baby. But a witch-obsessed frenzy sweeps the countryside. Even woodland creatures or “familiars” are thought to be dark companions of the unholy. And Alice soon stands accused of witchcraft.

Time is running out. The witch trials are about to begin. With both their lives at stake, Fleetwood must prove Alice’s innocence. Only they know the truth.

Set against the real Pendle witch trials, this compelling novel draws its characters from historical figures as it explores the lives of seventeenth-century women. Ultimately it raises the question: Was witch hunting really just women hunting?

[pooksbedamned]

No pattern. No measuring. No idea how this is going to work

LETS GOOOOOOO

[funny-shirts-bigelow-inventions]

I'm a Brew-tiful Witch Shirt

[icyg4l]

October 2024 Predictions

Hello beautiful people! Today’s pick a card reading is going to be what you can expect from October 2024. If you resonate with this reading, please don’t hesitate to book a reading with me. Refer to my guidelines and my booking site before doing so. Please help a broke college student out, if you can lol! But anyway, let’s get on with the PAC. Without further ado, please select your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: Somebody’s gonna be having a lot of fun. I can tell that you need moments of relaxation, but also to party! You will get invited into a Halloween party, but please do not get shit-faced. You may end up in the hospital. I feel like you’ll be playing around with different methods of manifesting, if you’re actively manifesting something tangible (a car, new clothes/makeup, etc). You should not get too specific with their manifestations. Leave the why’s/how’s up to the Universe or whatever you believe in. Some of you could be wearing a Santa Muerte necklace or worship Santa Muerte. You may have a dream in which she sends you a message, telling you not to worry. She’s got it. This pile needs to practice safe sex!! Some of y’all are celibate but will soon be giving it up, lol. If you have a partner with a penis, you may find yourself being more fertile than usual. If not, then you should still practice safe sex. Be communicative with your partner’s and thoroughly wash yourself and any objects that you may use during the act. And of course, have fun! Also, some of you will have a dream that will spark a new idea. I get major Pisces energy from this pile. Why are y’all so horny lol??? Don’t lose sight of reality this month. Curveballs will be thrown but you just have to stay put. 

Cards Used: Ace of Cups. 2 of Discs. The Hanged Man. 9 of Cups. The High Priestess. The Moon.

Pile Two: I heard the word “glorious” as I was shuffling for this pile. Pile Two, you are free to do whatever you please. After a time of trials, you will finally feel triumphant. You have been waiting for this moment: to feel uninhibited and abundant. You are going to meet someone that will help open doors for you so that you can receive more clientele, if you are looking to start a business. For others of you, you will meet someone who is well-connected to different people and you may find a few friends/a lover. If it’s a lover, it is something that will be short-lived. This connection will help you get more comfortable in a new environment. Some of you could have moved to a different state/city (congratulations!). It feels chaotic right now, but right now you have to remember that help is on the way. Do not try to do everything on your own. If you do, then you will feel overwhelmed. This month, you will get more familiar with traveling in your downtown area/around the city. Be sure to keep something on you (bear spray, a pocket knife, graffiti spray, amulets, Nazars, etc). Be prepared for what is to come but don’t stress out over the small details (especially if you’re working on a project that will benefit you monetarily). It’s easier said than done, I know. Your plans will come into fruition as long as you keep your eyes on the prize. By any means necessary. 

Cards Used: Princess of Swords. Queen of Swords. Wheel of Fortune. 2 of Cups. Death. The Emperor (RX). 

Pile Three: Someone is about to level up! While you are doing better for yourself, some people will not be able to be in your presence anymore. You must cut them loose. If you have a hunch about a friend, specifically if they have any Aquarius placements, then it’s time to cut them loose. You’re too good for them and you know it. I feel like this is a friend outside of your friendship circle. You were warned about them before. Aside from the friendship drama, this month will be a great month to romanticize the little things. Fall may be your favorite season. Being in tune with nature will help you manifest more beauty. Staying grounded = staying beautiful. This month will go by very quickly for you. Some of you will be baking cookies and spending more time with your mother figure. Some of you may have to give advice to an impulsive, younger person to prevent them from making a huge mistake (possibly involving their friends and/or their schoolwork). There is nothing wrong with playing the role of a nurturer. Embrace it. And lastly, if there is anyone or anything that brings you chaos, it is time for you to leave it behind. Starting anew can be scary but this will change your life for the better by making room for what is to come. Out with the old, in with the new!

Cards Used: 3 of Cups. 7 of Swords. 5 of Wands. 6 of Cups. 8 of Wands. The Empress. 

Pile Four: Are you catching a coach flight via Southwest/Spirit Airlines? Are you taking an Amtrak train soon? I can tell you’re really over the bs, lol. I heard “catching flights, not feelings”. But unfortunately for you, you will be catching feelings. Be open to being in a loving relationship. It is safe for you to love. They could be very reminiscent of your loving father figure. You may meet this person as you are traveling. It is possible that you are moving to wherever you plan to travel to. If you are, then you will feel content with your decision. Right now, you are in a waiting period. The momentum is about to pick back up for you. Consider the reality of where you are going and compare it to your head. At this time, you could find yourself being anxious at times, questioning if you are ready, and you in fact are. Things are aligning for you. You could find that people in your position are landing on your for you page on TikTok. You could find that people are wearing/successfully obtaining what it is that you want. A lot of you want a new house/apartment. This will help you gain the confidence to fully pursue your goals and dreams. Don’t put them on hold for anything or anyone. I am channeling the scene where Fiona finally leaves Chicago in Shameless. 

Cards Used: The Lovers, The Emperor, Prince of Cups, The World, 8 of Cups, 4 of Swords.

[sacrificiallane]

— ˗ˋ the walking dead c.ai bots (but it's just rick ♡) ୨୧ ˊ˗ — 13/12/2024

— ˗ˋ Rick Grimes

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  happy halloween ﹚ it's the middle of the apocalypse, and you surprise Rick with a... bunny costume? one for the funsies

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  don't feed it, it'll come back ﹚ Rick finds you on the streets, he can't just leave you here!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚  shot on a supply run ﹚ he shouldn't have brought you with him...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ poor thing ﹚you're a stumbling mess, it's a wonder how you survived so far! (he loves you anyway.)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sleeping on your own ﹚you keep sneaking into his room at night, he keeps telling you it's wrong...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he found you ﹚you were hiding from a horde, he's just glad you're okay...

ALT ¹ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝒿uno ﹚seeing him with Judith makes you realize you want his babies!

ALT ² ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝒿uno ﹚seeing you with his daughter makes him realize he wants to have children with you

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ keep quiet!﹚this starts with pure filth! Rick can't wait until you're back, he has to have you. NOW.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ negan had you ﹚when Negan comes to gather his stuff at Alexandria, he brings you with him, just to keep Rick in line. Rick missed you.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ aftermath of the lineup… ﹚a quiet moment between the two of you, as Rick tries to wash your pain away...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ terrible timing… ﹚your baby has terrible timing, as you're in the middle of nowhere when your water breaks...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ alone, again… ﹚after the prison falls, Rick is so happy to find you again. now it's just you, him, and Carl...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ please just talk to him ﹚you're shutting him out. pls dont.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ little miss green﹚can't help himself but fantasize about you. farm edition.

immune!user﹙ just their lab rat ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ scientists think you're the cure to all this! Rick agreed to let you be taken (he's sorry!)

immune!user﹙ tests and trials ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they see you as nothing less but a possible cure. Rick is here to make sure you're treated well.

pre-apocalypse﹙ party is over ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you're his neighbor's kid, and terribly wasted

pre-apocalypse﹙ officer friendly ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ drunk driving gets you into an interesting encounter...

♡ c.ai masterlists

[toribookworm22]

Final Thoughts On 2024

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

This year seems a bit like a dream. I wrote my first feature film starring two aromantic lesbians. I drafted the trauma play about my high school theatre experience. I found new ways to dress like myself. I got angry about things I've needed to be angry about. I served as a department ambassador at TVFest. I made some of the best little new friends. I hung out with my friends more. I got my first sports bra that actually fits me. I started a new musical. I met one of the best professors and people I've ever loved. I secretaried so many writing club meetings. I got back on pointe. I finally finished The Trials of Apollo. I wrote a dance history paper on dance as recordkeeping across different times of trial. I learned how to make scones-- and they're so good! I binged my way through animated Batman shows. I finally watched Harley Quinn! I stage managed a show! I said goodbye for now to all my graduating friends. I flew first class (so strange!). I finally visited where I was born and where my parents lived in Germany. I went back to Neuschwanstein castle! I ate so much Gelato. I spent the summer abroad in France. I lived in a silly little basement with my silly little friend. I pretty much grew attached at the hip to both some old friends and new ones alike. I traveled to Marseille, Paris (twice!), Avignon, Apt, Geneva, Colmar, Nice, and Monacco. I tried champagne at the Moulin Rouge. I fell in love with two of my friends in particular. I flew by myself. One of my scripts was chosen for a reading. I survived my first (and last) 8pm class. I ran so much! I saw The Wild Robot in theaters with my friend. I looked super cute all October. I met up with so many of my friends. My friend and I dressed up together for Halloween. (I was Bingo.) I was selected to introduce a speaker. My two best friends took me out for my birthday. My favorite professor invited me out to eat. I edited my trauma play!! My professor started reading my books! I did so much at film fest. I did one last hang out with my friends. I moved out of my apartment. I graduated college. I moved back home. I visited my friend and we went to parks in Orlando and we swapped dance cultures. I released my third novel. I had the coziest Christmas and soft season after it. I wrote a lot. I loved a lot.

And for all its ups and downs, written out like this, it really does seem like the most wonderful little dream. Thank you, 2024. Your edges were soft to me. And I felt loved.

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 28 Murderdock

When she was still a child, Y/N's parents gently scared her with stories of the Bogeyman, who would come and eat her if she was not good.

They talked about it when she behaved like a spoiled child, throwing a tantrum, but also on important evenings that excited her too much, like the start of school holidays, New Year's, or Halloween. It didn't really work.

Y/N didn't believe in these stories, which she found fascinating and funny, laughing while hiding under the sheets, which annoyed her parents a little, even if they found her adorable.

As she grew up, her carefree attitude never completely disappeared. Of course, she wasn't stupid, she was cautious when needed and didn't trust just anyone, but there were many things that didn't scare her, while others trembled.

Like Matthew Murdock for example.

When she was hired by his firm as an assistant, there was a rather strange atmosphere in the offices. On the one hand, some employees looked like soulless robots, who only thought about their cases or money. And on the other, there were those who seemed scared to death.

"And you ? What does he have against you ?" an accountant had asked her timidly during her lunch break.

"Against me ? I don't understand."

"Oh. You're… You're like them then. You seemed so nice."

"What ?"

"Listen, I'm sorry. Don't tell Murdock anything, I don't want any trouble, please. I have children."

Y/N still hadn't really understood what had happened that day, except for the fact that a lot of people were really afraid of Matthew Murdock.

Yet she had seen him and he wasn't that impressive. Of average height, blind, calm, the lawyer didn't seem capable of doing much harm. Physically anyway. Due to his work, he was probably very intelligent, he had contacts and must have information, but that didn't mean he was an evil genius who was going to use it to make others suffer.

The few times she saw him, he seemed normal, polite. Y/N always greeted him by asking him if he was having a good day or if he wanted a coffee. Even if he seemed a bit surprised, he smiled at her and thanked her. Sometimes, he asked her in return how she was.

"It's refreshing." he sighed once, as she handed him the tea he had asked her.

"Tea ? Yes, I like it a lot, it feels good."

"Haha. Sweet. No, I meant you. It's rare that someone is so relaxed with me. I can easily imagine why, but I appreciate it anyway."

Again, she didn't really understand what he meant. But she liked their short chats. He often told her that she was doing a good job, and he was the only relaxed person in the entire building.

Then, after listening to the rumors, reading some reports, attending complicated trials, Y/N began to think that maybe there was something wrong with Matthew Murdock. If everyone was afraid, there had to be a good reason.

He seemed disappointed the first time she passed by him without speaking to him. However, she had done her best to be discreet, so that he wouldn't know she was there.

"Hello dear Y/N." he said with a smile, making her jump, as he entered the elevator.

"Oh. Hello Mr. Murdock."

"It's been a few days since I've had the pleasure of speaking to you, I've missed you."

"I'm sorry." she stammered, leaning against the wall, as far away from him as possible. "I've had a lot of work, I…"

"No, don't do that. You started so well. There's no reason for you to be nervous, even now that you've figured out some essential things. You're doing well, I don't have any incriminating information against me, we can be friends."

"I… Friends, Mr. Murdock ?"

"Call me Matt." he purred, moving closer until she found herself stuck. "I've never really had any friends. Foggy only counts for half, we have common professional interests. And he doesn't really have the choice at this point. Let's go to dinner tonight."

Y/N wondered what she had done to deserve to fall prey to what looked a lot like a bogeyman. A bogeyman as scary as he was visibly lonely, and maybe if she were a good friend, he wouldn't eat her.

[cloudshapedpatch]

been a while since I posted my makeup so here’s my trial run of my Halloween makeup 2024

[aroaceleovaldez]

Related to my previous post, I thought i'd make another post actually with my pjo fandom infrastructure blogs list, since i know mobile users can't always see custom theme blog pages.

So here is a nice little index of a bunch of fandom infrastructure blogs! Or you can check out the full page itself [here]. I also have my "Fandom Infrastructure" tag [here].

General hub blogs:

Chbnet (General Riordanverse Hub)

Othrysbulletin (Titan Army Hub)

General Riordanverse Submission blogs:

Rrverse-confession-blog

Riordanverse-confessions

Pjoheritageposts (Iconic posts)

Dirtypjoconfessions (Memes/jokes)

Headcanon Blogs:

Percicoheadcanons (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Imagine-perpollo (Percy Jackson x Apollo)

Imaginejercy (Percy Jackson x Jason Grace)

Character/group Blogs:

Deathsibs (Nico and Hazel, sometimes Bianca & rest of Death Fam)

Drewtanakaweek (Drew Tanaka)

Hazel-weekpjo (Hazel Levesque)

Seafamblr (“Sea Fam” / Poseidon & Jackson family)

Decentpipers (Piper McLean & Occasionally others)

Ethannakamura-spotted (Ethan Nakamura)

Alabastertorrington-spotted (Alabaster C. Torrington)

Ship Blogs:

Percabeth-discord (Annabeth Chase x Percy Jackson)

Smartwatermagic (Annabeth Chase x Alabaster Torrington x Percy Jackson)

Pjoracheldare (Perachel - Rachel Dare x Percy Jackson)

Percy-x-luke (Luke Castellan x Percy Jackson)

Incorrectjercyquotes (Jason Grace x Percy Jackson)

Imaginejercy (Jason Grace x Percy Jackson)

Imagine-perpollo (Percy Jackson x Apollo)

Hadesxpercy-events (Hades x Percy Jackson)

Percico-nicercy-events (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Percicoheadcanons (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Incorrectpercicoquotes (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Imaginepercico (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Percico (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Solangelo (Nico di Angelo x Will Solace)

Solangeloweek (Nico di Angelo x Will Solace)

Thejasiconet (Nico di Angelo x Jason Grace)

Jasicofanfiction (Nico di Angelo x Jason Grace)

Jasico-challenges (Nico di Angelo x Jason Grace)

Valgraceweek (Leo Valdez x Jason Grace)

Events:

Chbnet (General PJO)

Rrversesummerbang (Riordanverse)

Pjo-halloween-trade

Pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange (PJO)

PJO Secret Santa (new blog every year it runs - latest: pjosecretsanta2021)

Pjo-hoo-bigbang (PJO/HoO)

Pjocoloringbook (PJO/General Riordanverse)

Sapphic-summer-riordanverse (Riordanverse sapphic ships)

Riordanverse-gen-week (Riordanverse, no ships/platonic only)

Mcgaweek (Magnus Chase & The Gods Of Asgard)

Toa-minibang (Trials of Apollo)

Titan-army-week (Titan Army)

Lukercyvalentines (Luke Castellan x Percy Jackson)

Lukercybirthdaybash (Luke Castellan x Percy Jackson)

Percy-and-rachel-events (Rachel Dare x Percy Jackson, romantic and platonic)

Polympians-event (Olympians x Percy Jackson)

Hadesxpercy-events (Hades x Percy Jackson)

Percico-nicercy-events (Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson)

Solangeloweek (Nico di Angelo x Will Solace)

Jasico-challenges (Nico di Angelo x Jason Grace)

Valgraceweek (Leo Valdez x Jason Grace)

Drewtanakaweek (Drew Tanaka)

Hazel-weekpjo (Hazel Levesque)

Seafamblr (“Sea Fam” / Poseidon & Jackson family)

Them-awesome-rarepairs (Riordanverse rarepairs)

Askblogs:

For list of Riordanverse askblogs, see my other sidebar tab

RP Hub Blogs:

Justgodswaprpthings (Godswap AU)

Riordanverserpdatabase (Riordanverse RP Database)

Chbofficial (All of CHB)

Campchthonic (Chthonic demigods RP)

Discord Servers:

My own general Riordanverse server

Chbnet server

Riordanverse Artists Server

Mallorykeen’s Riordanverse server

Old general Riordanverse server (no longer accepting new members)

Titan Army Server (consult @bvckbiter or @phoenix--flying)

Percabeth server

Percico/Nicercy Events server

Jasico Challenges server

Above The Clouds (Jasico) server

Jercy Discord

18+ Solangelo Server

Camp Elysium server

Neverland server

Chbofficial’s server

Marsqe’s Camp Half-Blood discord

Reference lists of fandom events:

2024’s list

2023’s list

General Non-PJO specific Zines resources:

All-zine-apps

General Non-PJO specific/Pan-Fandom blogs:

Damnfandomproblems (Pan-fandom confessions/vent blog)

[abbysimsfun]

24 25 Favourite Screenshots of 2024 (Part Two)

It was so hard to narrow down my favourite shots, I had to do this twice!

Starting off round two, Conrad took a magic subway to Glimmerbrook (1) and got there in time for a perfect sunset, and then (2) he met his first ghosts on Casters Alley! (Well, his second few ghosts, since he'd already met Ben but didn't know Ben was a ghost yet.)

(3) Heather coming home at the perfect time to spot a woman who became a major problem but is finally in handcuffs!!

(4) Heather chats with her family while Ash blows super hard to reach his birthday candles.

(5) Child Ash playing in a pile of autumn leaves in the front yard.

(6) The grey apartment building where Conrad grew up as seen from the above-ground subway track running through San Myshuno's Spice District.

(7) Conrad finds a boxing gym to channel his anger after his mother's death, where he meets a pretty redhead - his first love, Ximena - punching a nearby bag.

(8) Lavender was even adorable as a newborn object. I can't explain it just look.

(9) Posing with Reaper Rewards swag for fun to make Lavender's infant debut on Halloween, and I love this photo so much.

I added the painting of Lady Mimsy in the Garden to the Deadgrass Isle Historical Museum because I want to stare at it until it turns spooky like I read about online.

(10) Conrad takes the stand at John Brindleton's bench trial in front Heather and a room full of deco sims.

(11) Conrad and Heather being so wholesome after she just shouted down George Brindleton for threatening her kids outside the courthouse.

(12) Conrad checking his clue board at work.

(13) Conrad helping Ash with a school project while Heather plays with Gord in the living room. Sweet slice of family life.

(14) Meeting Felix Psyded, Esquire at the Salty Paws Saloon, and Conrad downs a whole pint of cream cola to calm his nerves over all the drama in his life.

(15) Conrad feeding infant Lavender while mending fences with Felix before they resurrected him with ambrosia.

(16) I love this shot of the Goth mansion in Brindleton Bay from outside their front gate. With the snow and the moon it still gives me Gothic vibes even though the house is nothing like their original lot in Willow Creek.

Because I knew the legacy would move to Brindleton Bay in Gen 2, I wanted them living there, so when I added them to the save back when Mortimer and Bella were still married in Gen 1, I gave them the mansion and Bella's lived happily here ever since!

(17) Ghost Conrad smiles as he contemplates possessing the Goths' grand piano after drinking a Spectral Spritzer mixed for him by Bella.

(18) Infant Lavender smiles proudly when she learns to grab her toes.

(19) After finally coming clean about his past, Heather and Conrad talk things out on a bench near her childhood home in Henford-on-Bagley.

(20) The first family photo I ever posed in game and it's so cute, I framed it a bunch of times!

(21) Conrad gets down on one knee to give Heather a ring on Winterfest Eve, after their unceremonious engagement when Heather was in labour with Lavender.

(22) Can't get enough of those cc jammies, or this perfect candid shot of Heather walking in to find her son passed out above the covers, Conrad getting sleepy, and Queen Cupcake curled up and sleeping at his feet.

(23) Infant Lavender in her unicorn onesie getting a nuzzle from Gord while she pets him.

(24) Conrad and Gord meet ghost dog Captain Whitaker on a snowy Deadgrass Isle. I was so happy to find him and get this arc started and then the game updated and made him a living dog before I could resurrect him! (Not to worry, the plan is still in place because the Gallery saves!)

Bonus (25) Picky Lavender gives Conrad the stink eye over a jar of nasty peas.

I've truly had such a blast on simblr since my arrival, loved getting to know so many of you, and I can't wait to see all the screenshots you'll share in 2025! Happy simming!!

<- Part 1

Tomorrow, Conrad will finally get to see Ximena behind bars!

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 31 - Dusk

Tidmouth Train to Hell:

Pip and Emma stared at the timetable, not quite sure what to make of it. “Why is there a massive gap?” Pip finally said, still trying to wrap her head around the odd space from dusk until the next day. “Oh, that’s a Halloween tradition,” replied Bear, looking over from his own train. “Every Halloween they put us all away early for some reason. Never quite understood why, but each to their own and all that!” Pip scoffed, while Emma looked more bemused than anything.

The High-Speed diesels were still new to Sodor, and had only been once before, on trial during the summer period. This was their first October on the Island of Sodor, and all month they’d been amazed to find that the engines were far more interested in the holiday and its various traditions than the mainland was. Particularly, it was extremely popular amongst the native Sudrian people, who had been performing several rituals and festivals since the start of the month.

Emma had been far more curious about the whole thing than her sister, and decided to ask one of the older engines, in hope of getting some information. “Well,” hummed Percy, “it’s a Gaelic thing. Sauin, I believe the Sudrians call it. It’s like Samhain up in Scotland, and is all about the end of the harvest season. I remember how much Sir Topham the First put emphasis on listening to the local Sudrians about how important the rituals and festivals were. For example, at the start of the month is the cleansing ritual; it’s a bit like a spring clean, but in autumn. It used to be when the men would go out and start chopping wood for winter according to Edward.” At that moment, the signal clunked up to show green, and Percy puffed away.

Pip snorted from her end of the train. “Asking about all these silly holidays again?” she asked. “They’re not silly!” protested Emma. “They’re—” “An excuse to get more days off work,” finished Pip crossly. “Now come on, we’ve got a train to pull.”

Pip and Emma ran the WildNorWester express to London, stopping only at Crovan’s Gate, Barrow and Preston. It meant the two were often the most out of the loop on all the important gossip of the railway, as they were over on the mainland and missed it. One such titbit of gossip the pair missed was the track repairs being done at Crovan’s Gate. On their return run a week later, Pip and Emma were stopped at the platform to wait while several old signals and a set of points were replaced.

Their repair shed had recently been completed and stood on one side of the line while the narrow gauge railway sat on the other, the mainline trapped between the two and the Works. Pip and Emma had been switched onto the wrong side of the line to avoid a massive section of missing track. This put Emma right next to the Skarloey Railway sheds, where Duke was resting. “Excuse me,” Emma called. “You’ve been on Sodor for a long time, Duke – do you know much about Sau---een?” “Sauin,” corrected Duke kindly. “And I certainly do. My old line used to run through the heart of old Sodor, so I learnt all about it.” “Not this again!” groaned Pip from the other end of the train. Duke and Emma ignored her.

“Sauin is a festival to celebrate the end of the harvest, the start of the winter season… and the point in time when the barrier between our world and the Otherworld is at its weakest. The month begins by preparing for winter and giving thanks to the sun, before pivoting to asking for protection from the winter gods and giving sacrifices to the ancestors as thanks for their guidance. Then, it ends with Sauin itself, which is better known as Halloween. People celebrate the wicked and supernatural, then stay indoors overnight with scriptures for protection painted on the doorway to ward off evil spirits. It’s said they begin to break out of the Otherworld at Dusk, and party in our world until midnight…” Duke broke off, looking contemplative. Emma wasn’t sure why, but she felt uneasy all of a sudden.

A group of people walked along the platform, offering blessings to the stranded passengers and burning incense. Pip refused to be blessed, and then the group made their way over to Emma and Duke.

“Ah, if you wouldn’t mind,” Duke said. A man stepped forward, painting a sigil on Duke’s forehead in red paint before waving the incense around him. Duke smiled warmly, his old eyes closing as he relaxed while the ritual was performed.

“Oooh, can you do me next please!” asked Emma. The group nodded. “Of course we can,” one said. “Explain it to Emma while you do,” Duke added. “She’s new, and this is her first Sauin.” The man stepped forwards, dipping his thumb in some more paint.

“Alright then Emma, I’m going to paint a sigil for protection on your forehead in Ancient Sudric, and then we’ll bless you with the incense.” A few of the more curious tourists wandered over to watch, intrigued by the ritual. The man painted the sigil in careful strokes on Emma’s forehead, and then several of the others walked around her as much as they could, waving the incense over her radiator grills and wheels.

“Thank you!” said Emma happily when they finished. “I… I actually feel better already.” “You should,” hummed Duke. “It’s a popular Ancient Sudrian tradition to get blessed prior to Sauin night – just in case you’re caught out after dusk.”

Pip just rolled her eyes down at her end of the train.

Emma asked a few more questions while they waited, before finally deciding to broach a topic she’d been unsure of since she’d begun asking around about Sauin. “Why is the timetable completely empty on Sauin night?” she asked. Duke frowned. “I said everyone stays inside, so why would anyone want to take the train?” “What about tourists, or goods?” quizzed Emma. “This is Sodor – there’s always another reason.” “You’re… not wrong,” sighed Duke. “Every Halloween, a train runs from the Rolling Bridge to Tidmouth. It’s on no timetable, and has no schedule. Some engines assert it leaves at dusk, while others suggest it crosses the island in the blink of an eye. What is known about this train is that it arrives at Tidmouth at exactly midnight… and continues on through the buffers.” “Through the buffers?!” squeaked Emma. “What, do they crash the train on purpose?” “Oh no,” sighed Duke. “It’s a train to the Otherworld – though some of the workers call it the ‘Tidmouth Train to Hell’. It’s pure black from one end to the other, and absolutely no one is allowed to set eyes on it.”

“What happens if someone does?” asked Emma, spooked. Duke sighed. “Well – a man was walking along the line in ’37 when he saw it. He was found a gibbering wreck on the trackside, white as a ghost and shivering like mad. He spent the rest of his life in a mental asylum, poor chap.”

Emma winced; at that moment, the signal turned green, and the two High-Speed twins were cleared to go. The passengers hurried back aboard, and the twins set off.

“It’s poppycock,” sniffed Pip as they rocketed along. “Ooooo, be afraid of ‘The Tidmouth Train to Hell’. Duke’s trying to have you on. I bet if you ask a sensible engine like Henry or Gordon they’ll tell you it never happened!”

Pip was proven very wrong. Emma decided to ask the pair that very night, and to Pip’s surprise they immediately confirmed Duke’s story.

“Oh, old Jefferies,” hummed Gordon. “Duke told you about him? I’m surprised he didn’t use one of the earlier cases – when I arrived, people still didn’t believe in it, and we’d find three or four every Halloween stumbling about the line screaming and gibbering and acting like lunatics. I remember very vividly Glynn going down the line and picking them all up in a compartment coach so they could be kept separate and brought to the hospital safely. By the end of the 20s, every had learnt better than to be out on Halloween. Sir Topham always ensured that we were in our sheds on that night too, and his son and grandson have both followed his example.”

Pip and Emma were both stunned!

“So… it’s real?” asked Emma slowly. “It’s very real,” Henry said grimly. “I’ve seen a peek of it through the shed windows. It’s a frightening thing, let me tell you! All black, with great red headlamps and it’s puffs sound like screams. We all stay in here and tell ghost stories and try not to think about it. And I’d suggest you do the same – I know you’ve got the last train of the day. Do not be late getting here.”

Emma agreed that she definitely was going to be on time, and even Pip seemed nervous.

The week went by, and the two new engines watched as more and more Sauin festivals were held. These were less and less about the harvest, and more and more about the oncoming winter and the spirits. A number of the native Sudrians and older engines began to have protection sigils painted on their foreheads when they went out; Duke was joined by Skarloey, Rheneas, Thomas, Edward, Henry and Gordon within a few days. Donald and Douglas, who’d learnt about Samhain back in Scotland, had their own sigils written in Scottish Gaelic. Duck and Oliver got their own Scottish sigils written in support of their friends.

All around them, Pip and Emma watched as Sodor prepared for Sauin night. Hotels filled to capacity, with large parades held celebrating the spirits in several of the bigger towns and cities.

And then finally, Halloween came. The day was incredibly slow, with barely any passengers at all riding with the railway. Pip and Emma wondered if it was worth pulling their train at all – at least, until they set out on their last express of the day. It was packed.

“Why are there so many?!” exclaimed Emma. “We’re going to be barely able to hold them all!” “It’s everyone heading to the mainland to avoid Sauin night,” James said, puffing in. “You’ll be hard pressed with this many – I think it’s cause there was a fog warning put out earlier; no one wants to be caught out past dusk with that in place. Spirits and fog? No thank you!”

James steamed away to shunt his coaches into their siding, while Pip and Emma prepared to head off. It was a struggle setting off. Every single seat was filled, and a number of others stood in the corridors, making the trip extremely difficult. Even more piled on at Crovan’s Gate, where almost all the Skarloey engines had already been hidden away in their shed. Emma watched the slowly descending sun with worry.

“If we get held up on the mainland even once, we’re not going to be back for dusk,” she fretted. “We’ll be fine,” replied Pip. “Worst comes to worst, we’re a little late. ‘The Tidmouth Train to Hell’ isn’t a threat to us.”

Oh how wrong Pip was.

The big sheds at Tidmouth were filling to capacity rapidly. The usual crowd had filed in, as had Edward, BoCo, Thomas, Percy, Toby and Daisy. The sheds were so full that the tank engines had to share a road between two of them; Duck and Oliver on one line and Percy and Toby on another. The scripts had been painted on the doors, and the storm shutters rolled down on the windows. Daisy huffed grumpily, glaring out at the yards as thick fog and mist wafted in. “I hate having to spend the night here, it’s so bad for my swerves!” “Oh belt up!” groaned Thomas. “It’s better than being out there – no one wants to be out there.” “Speaking of out there, where are Pip and Emma?” asked Gordon. “Dusk is in half an hour, and they aren’t back.”

Edward, sat on the turntable, winced. “I heard they had a full train leaving Tidmouth. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been waylaid. Let’s just hope the stationmaster at Barrow parks them there for the night.”

Pip and Emma would have no such luck. The pair were late leaving London and Preston, filled up once again with people wanting to get home for the holiday – but the platform at Barrow was deserted. The fog had truly begun to set in, leaving long shadows where none should be.

“You can’t stay here,” the stationmaster said grumpily. The sun was beginning to sink over the horizon. “There’s no space, and you’re not a Northern engine anyway. Go back to Sodor.”

Pip and Emma both tried to argue – but it was no use. At least the lack of passengers meant they didn’t need to wait around. The pair roared out of Barrow, trying their best to claw back time from the setting sun. Dusk was coming fast: too fast. The fog was willing it on faster, thick cloud cover blocking out part of the sun and making it increasingly harder to see.

Vicarstown flew by, followed by Henry’s tunnel and then Crovan’s Gate. Clear signals guided them through each station, the two honking their horns loudly. It was almost as if they were heralding the dusk, trying their best to make it back home before night came. Dark figures watched their progress from deep in the shadows, hiding where neither twin could really see them. “Faster Pip, faster!” called Emma. “I’m giving it all I can!” called back Pip.

Finally, Tidmouth came into view, one door still rolled up for them. Pip and Emma were quick to back through it, the door slamming down behind them just as the last rays of the sun vanished over the horizon, leaving behind only the fog.

“Cutting it close there,” said Gordon darkly. Both Pip and Emma winced. “We were held up on the mainland… a lot. And then the stationmaster at Barrow wouldn’t let us stay there.”

Gordon huffed. “Stupid man – he’s got no sense. Why, the other day!—”

He was cut off by James shushing him. The two shot glares at each other, before allowing Edward to pick up his story again.

The old engine wove stories throughout the next few hours, telling tales of twisted grins and haunting ghouls heralded by owls, of spirits sent to help and those sent to destroy. The engines relaxed, enjoying the night even as the hours ticked on. Pip and Emma could have fooled themselves into thinking it was just another horrible storm trapping all the engines in the shed.

That is, until a most horrific sound pierced through the air, shattering Edward’s story and leaving all the engines deathly silent. The clock showed a minute to midnight. The sound came again, a ghastly howling and screeching and moaning that seemed to work its way into the engines’ frames and bury itself there, leaving them all shaking. The doors and windows began to rattle and shake, as if hundreds of people were banging on them, trying to pry them open.

“Out after dusk!” they howled. “They were out after dusk!” Pip and Emma began to shake, terrified.

Another ear-piercing whistle filled the air, made of even more tortured howling and screeching. Then came the screams. As the engine thundered towards Tidmouth, each beat of its cylinders sounded like the screams of the damned. The entire shed seemed to shake, as the horrific banging and rattling continued.

“Out after dusk! Out after dusk! They belong to us! They belong to us!” Pip and Emma quivered, petrified. The other engines looked equally terrified – all except Edward. As the cacophony reached a peak, he took a deep breath.

“You are not welcome inside. We are protected. This shed has been blessed; these engines have been blessed. You are not welcome inside!”  

“ONE HAS NOT!” boomed the creatures outside. Pip gasped – she had refused the blessing!

The engine grew nearer; time seemed to slow. Edward took a level breath, and spoke again.

“You are not welcome inside. We are protected. This shed has been blessed; these engines have been blessed. You are not welcome inside!”  

“ONE HAS NOT!” came the furious reply. Before Edward could speak again, there was a horrendous roar and scream of whistles, brakes and steam – the Tidmouth Train to Hell had arrived. It roared past, it’s red lamps illuminating against the doors. The shed walls groaned, as if nearly at braking point. The windows rattled harder, dents being made it the metal. Daisy shrieked and fainted.

Thomas began praying under his breath in one language; the twins did the same in a different one. The train sped into the station, thundering towards the buffers. One dent slammed against the glass of the window next to Pip, cracking the glass. A gnarled nail pierced through the shutter.

“You are not welcome inside. We are protected. This shed has been blessed; these engines have been blessed. You are not welcome inside!”  Edward thundered again, his eyes darting over to the shutter.

The train hit the buffers.

The creatures outside let out a chorus of tortured screams. They were in agony, ripping away from the sheds and howling in pain. The nail was torn from the shutter, giving Pip just enough space to see dark figures writhing on the ground.

The clock ticked over; a new day began. The creatures let out one last screech. The floor seemed to open up around them, hellflames licking up at the night fog and illuminating the entire night in a sea of blood red. The creatures screaming and screeched, dragged downwards and suffocated in the earth before they could be scorched alive by the flames.

And then there was silence.

“Oh…” managed Pip softly.

Everyone looked shaken. Edward sighed softly, and looked over at the twins. “The last time an engine was out after dusk and wasn’t blessed was in 1916, during the war,” he said quietly. “Thomas mightn’t remember it – but I do. It was a loaned engine who told us all that Sauin was stupid… that is, until the creatures of hell surrounded the sheds and began demanding we give him over. Glynn kept trying to keep them out, but he slipped up. The engine’s shed door was ripped open suddenly, and he was… dragged out. We never say what pulled him out – but whatever it was bent that door open like it was a tin can and shoved it back down afterwards. We all heard the loaned engine’s screams as it was given to the creatures and torn piece from piece…”

Edward paused, and gazed at the shed doors, looking wary.

“It’s said that engine became the Tidmouth Train to Hell, crossing the island and giving the spirits and creatures time to roam free before arriving in Tidmouth and condemning them all back to hell, to make sure none can inflict that fate on another.”

He finished his story and looked around the silent room. Daisy was still unconscious, and it was a miracle none of the others had followed. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the dent shutter and cracked window, a stark warning of how close the creatures got.

No one slept that night.

And suffice to say, Pip and Emma were never late again on Sauin.

Back to the Master Post

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2024 Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters

Welcome back to Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters, friends and Darcy fans, and to the beginning of our 2024 bingo round! We’re looking forward to seeing our bingo friends from rounds past return again and we’re delighted to welcome new Darcy Lewis Bingo creators, too!

We’re trying some new things this year, beginning with our Darcy Bingo creator card for writers and artists and fannish creators of all sorts. After a successful soft-launch of a new prompt format during our Halloween bingo event last year, we’ve decided to go all in for 2024 on this new format for our Darcy Lewis Bingo 2024 creator cards. We’ll explain more about the exciting changes to the creator bingo card in the all new bingo guidelines below, but rest assured, friends, you’ll still have several fun ways to curate your prompts and creator bingo card this round. Only the method has changed to streamline and deliver curated prompts into your hands faster than we’ve ever been able to before. 

We’re also introducing our first ever Darcy Lewis Bingo HQ Reader Bingo Event. Reader Bingo Guidelines will arrive here on our tumblr blog in just a few days. For now, let’s take a look at the new bingo guidelines, the 2024 bingo card, and talk about curating prompts for your bingo card, Darcy creators…

2024 Darcy Lewis Bingo Guidelines for Creators

Brand new format!—NEW for 2024, DLBHQ creator cards got streamlined for this round thanks to a successful experiment with the new this-or-that prompt format we trialed on our 2023 mini bingo Halloween event cards. Our new creator bingo card allows you to curate your card at a glance just to start, no need to request prompt changes before you can begin creating fanworks because every square on your card already begins with 2 prompt choices so you can curate your own ideal bingo card as soon as you finish reading these guidelines.

Squares—Your creator bingo card still has just 25 squares, now with 2 prompts on every square for you to choose from. The center square on your card also now features 2 prompts to choose from—FREE SPACE or AVENGERS ASSEMBLE. The choice of which to use and how to use them is yours. Any version of Avengers Assemble fills the prompt if you use it in a fannish work. You can still use the center square as a free space, but if that doesn’t inspire you to use it, you can use the 2nd prompt in that square, Avengers Assemble, like any other prompt on your card to inspire a new fanwork or new update to a fanwork.

Prompts—Prompts on the new creator card are all Darcy-centric to begin the round, meaning they’re derived from Dr. Darcy Lewis’ appearances in the MCU, many recent, but with familiar throwbacks to her early appearances, too. You need not have seen the newest films or shows featuring Darcy to use any of the prompts or to participate in this bingo. Prompts are only intended to inspire new fanworks. You are welcome to use them to write stories about everyone living in the tower or go all the way back to Puente Antiguo and the beginning of Darcy’s MCU journey. Or create entirely new AUs! It’s up to you. Note: Every bingo creator card bears 50 total Darcy-centric prompt options now, allowing you to curate your creator bingo card hundreds of different ways even before our curated prompt request form opens for this round. You can use the Darcy Bingo creator card attached at the end of this post to start writing today.

Fills—Aesthetics, drabbles, one-shots, multichaptered fics, series, drawings, paintings, sculptures, social media AUs, gif edits, video edits, moodboards, coloring pages, playlists, new additions to pre-existing series, and new updates to pre-existing fanworks are all accepted fills.

Truly, ANY CREATION inspired by your prompt counts.

Cosplay as Darcy, make it fit your prompt somehow, and take a selfie for the fill—we’ll count that, too. We’d also love to see you Darcybounding irl.

(A little fannish history sidenote on character-bounding: With the rise of popularity in cosplaying the past 10-15 years, the practice of guest cosplaying is no longer permitted or politely ignored within Disney Parks in order to add an extra layer of protection for impressionable children who can’t tell the difference between professional face character actors and adult guests in heroic cosplay. When cosplay in the parks was ‘outlawed’ for adults, Disneybounding was born to fill a certain fannish niche without breaking Disney’s park rules or getting frogmarched out of the parks. Or worse—banned from them forever. Character-bounding, or the generally more popular, Disneybounding, is a type of character dress-up that’s like cosplay, but you don’t literally dress up as the character in a costume identical to theirs as worn on screen. Character-bounding is similar to cosplay, but it’s more like a character dressed in modern street clothes that can’t be accidentally mistaken for a face character actor at a Disney Park playing a mythical princess or famous hero.

If you’re curious about the practice of Disneybounding or want to try your hand at Darcybounding some of your bingo fills this round, we recommend checking out the popular #disneybound , #disneybounding , #marvelbound , #marvelbounding , and #characterbounding tags on Instagram sometime. The fan creativity in the character-bounding community is off the charts!)

Back to fills!—To mark a square complete:

You must fill at least one of the two prompts in each square, unless you swap in one of your own curated prompts or swap curated prompts with another player (see Bingo Card Curation and Additional Bingo Card Prompt Swaps for more info)

Fill requirements differ based on the type of fanwork you create (see Fanwork Fill Requirements for a complete list).

There Can Be Only One!—Every creator begins this round with the same DLBHQ creator card—no exceptions! (Keep reading to find out how to curate your new creator card with our curated prompts request form!)

Bingo Card Curation

Fill out our 2024 DLBHQ Curated Prompts Request Form to request up to 10 curated prompts based on your favorite fanwork genres and other types of prompts.

You get a list of prompts—You will receive a list of curated prompts by email if you fill out the curated bingo prompts request form.

Curated prompts are for swapping squares—These curated prompts can be used anytime during this round as swaps for squares you’re not vibing with on your base creator bingo card. The only squares that can’t be swapped out on the base creator card are the four corner squares if you plan to complete our Four Corners Bingo Bang Challenge (we’ll explain more about that in a bit).

Player prompt trades—Your curated, requested prompts are the only prompts that can be traded with other players to use as square swaps for squares on your base creator card and theirs.

To be as clear as possible: the curated prompt request form is not a form to fill out for a second bingo card or a one-of-a-kind, custom bingo card as we’ve done in previous rounds. You are only requesting a list of 10 prompts curated for you to use as instant swaps wherever you want on the base Darcy Lewis creator bingo card anytime during the 2024 round.

We recommend the Chrome browser—We strongly recommend opening the curated prompts request form in a Google Chrome browser to complete it, if possible. (One of our beta-testers had trouble submitting the form in Safari after filling out the whole form.)

Curated prompt requests are limited to a maximum of 10 requested prompts. We strongly recommend maxing out and requesting all 10 curated prompts on your curated prompt request form when you submit it.

Each player may only fill out the curated prompt request form once during the 2024 round. So make it count. 😉

Though the option to request these additional curated prompts is available to all creators, creators participating in Darcy Bingo are not required to request curated prompts to supplement their bingo creator card if they like the base creator card just the way it appears.

The only curated prompts that can be replaced by Mods this round after you complete the prompt request form are those you’ve been sent as a result of your prompt request form that accidentally include something on your Omissions/Do Not Want list. Your DNW list should be clear and concise. Please don’t send us a lengthy essay on your dislikes. If you feel you would need to write an essay-length response about your dislikes to get just 10 prompts that you’re okay with writing, you may be better off (and we would strongly recommend) letting us know you’d prefer one-word prompts-only because one-word prompts are less likely to include or impinge on your lengthy and specific dislikes.

Additional Bingo Card Prompt Swaps

Trade curated prompts with Darcy Bingo friends—one curated prompt swap with another Darcy Lewis Bingo creator is allowed per month. Contact a mod to notify us if you and a friend have both chosen to swap one each of your curated bingo prompts with one another.

2024 creator bingo base card prompts are not tradable with other creators because everyone begins with the same creator bingo card prompts this round.

Monthly adoptables.—A fresh list of monthly adoptables will be posted at the beginning of each month, starting in July. Anyone can adopt a monthly adoptable at any time during the month. To adopt it, you must complete and publish the creation by the end of the month to use it as a completed fill for a square on your bingo card.

The Darcy Lewis Bingo Weekly Challenge continues in the DLBHQ Discord with a fresh prompt every Sunday.—New weekly prompts can be found on our Discord anytime once you join us there! Click this link for your invite to the DLBHQ Discord. The weekly challenge is very similar to monthly adoptables, but the time period allowed is much shorter—just one week to plan, create, and post your fanwork before the week’s 5:00 pm Sunday (New York) deadline.

Publishing Bingo Creations

Tag—@darcylewisbingohq in the A/N and use the tag #dlbingohq (all one word!) in the first five tags when posting your new creations on tumblr if you want your work reblogged. If we can’t find it, we can’t reblog it.

Each published creation should include an outline of the folllowing…

• the square filled

• trigger warnings for content consumers

• word count (for fics, descriptions for the visually impaired, and other wordy works)

• pairings/polycules/main characters

Please include appropriate warnings when you publish your creations.—If warnings are spoilers, put a warning in the tags that spoilers are in the end notes and then actually include the spoilers in the end notes.

Share your fanworks with other creators.—You may also post your fills in the appropriate fill channels on the Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters Discord to share your works with other creators and readers for our new reader bingo challenge. Posting your fills in our fill channels helps other readers find them to complete our new reader bingo. (We’ll post about that in a few days!)

A new Darcy Lewis Bingo 2024 Collection will be appearing soon on the Archive.—Please add your works to this collection as you upload them to make them easier for readers to find (especially those playing Darcy Reader Bingo!).

Please use the ‘read more’ feature on tumblr when possible to abbreviate the length of your fills if you’d like them reblogged by the Darcy Lewis Bingo HQ account.—There’s a shortcut on mobile now that makes it so much easier. It’s in the toolbar at the bottom of every post you create. It’ll look like two stacked em dashes with a squiggly line between them.

Fanwork Fill Requirements

• 100 words for written works or word art, with the exception of poetry with independent formatting rules (such as haikus).

• 1 image for artwork or handcrafts of any kind and a description for the visually impaired of the medium used and what it represents.

• 1 image for cosplay or character-bounding and a description for the visually impaired of cosplay or clothing and any other fashion influences incorporated into the costume or clothing (be descriptive! talk about fabrics and colors, tone and texture! describe the emotions the colors you used evoke in you as the creator!)

• 9 elements for moodboards (background, images, texts, ephemera) and a description for the visually impaired of the moodboard and what it represents.

• 6 images for social media AUs and a description for the visually impaired of the creation and what it represents.

• 10 songs for playlists and a text list of artists and songs to give credit to the original artists, plus a description for the visually impaired of what the playlist represents and how it relates to Darcy.

Still not sure if your creation will meet the minimum prompt fill requirements? @ a mod! we’ll create new requirements based on new types of creator fanwork submissions, as needed.

Deadlines & Masterposts

Deadlines—We have no deadlines. Really. We mean it. We’re not joking. There’s just a form to fill out when you’re done with the current card, completed your bingo, your blackout, completed all the badges you’re interested in, whatever. Set your own goals and fill out the creator bingo award badge request form whenever you’re ready to reap the rewards of your fanwork efforts.

Masterposts—Masterposts are due whenever you’re done with this bingo card creatively and have achieved whatever goals you’ve set for yourself. We recommend posting your masterpost before the next bingo round goes live, but it’s really up to you. We’re not your mom and this isn’t homework. No deadlines or due dates, we swear.

Creator Bingo Award Badges

You Tried Badge—fill any 5 squares anywhere on your DLBHQ creator bingo card.

Creator Bingo, Truly, a Classic Achievement—fill 5 squares in a row, column, or diagonally on your DLBHQ creator bingo card.

2024 Creator Mini Bingo Brownout Challenge—Complete 9 fills in a perfect 3x3 grid pattern anywhere within your Darcy creator bingo card to complete this challenge. (This badge may just be a giant poop emoji the size of a 3x3 mini card. Who knows? Certainly not us. 💩)

2024 Creator Bingo Blackout Badge—NAIL IT! Complete 25 fills on your DLBHQ creator bingo card and blackout all 25 squares for the ultimate 2024 bingo achievement award badge.

Four Corners Creator Bingo Bang—Looking for a ludicrous bingo challenge? Not feeling challenged enough? Bring it on. 😈 We’ve got a real one for you now, a bang within a bingo. Complete a minimum four-chapter story using one prompt each from all four of our bingo creator card’s corner squares (absolutely no curated prompt swaps permitted to be used to complete this badge challenge—you must choose from and use only the prompts as they appear in the four corner squares of the bingo creator card). Your Four Corners Bingo Bang creation must be at least 6,000 words in length to qualify for this bingo bang badge.

Creator Bingo Award Badge Request Form

Please direct any remaining questions to #ask-the-mods or @mod on our Discord if you have bingo questions you can’t find answers to in the bingo guidelines for creators above. If you’re on tumblr, drop us a DM with whatever questions you have or click that invite link in the guidelines above and come join us on Discord to ask your questions there or check to see if your question has already been answered!

The 2024 Darcy Lewis Bingo card for creators is attached below. Have fun creating new Darcy fannish works!

—The Darcy Lewis Bingo Headquarters Mod Team,

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[jurijyuu]

In the Ashes of the Garden

AdamxLucifer (Hazbin Hotel)

3.7K Words

When death came for him a final time, a new god reached out her black-fogged hands with a promise.

"Kill for me." She whispered.

"Only if I can drag that punk Lucifer with me too!"

Tags: Hazbin Hotel x Dead By Daylight Crossover, Stabbing, Slashing, Typical DBD stuff, angst, hurt

This is part of the Hooked on Hazbin 2024 event @fraugwinska and @macabr3-barbi3 hooked us into. Please check out these other creators below! Happy Halloween!!

Link to Hooked on Hazbin 2024 Masterlist

It always felt surreal how bright the sun shone in this place, how golden it colored the corn fields and painted everything in a golden afternoon. But the sun’s warmth never reached you. The Entity, the being that trapped you here, was far above understanding how humans interacted with weather. It simply plucked images from memories and reconstructed them into its game. If it brought neither pain nor fear, it didn’t spend any energy to perfect an object’s detail.

So the sun shone brightly but you couldn’t feel its warmth. The yellowed corn stalks swayed lightly though there wasn’t a breeze to be felt. And your footsteps crunched against gritty dirt, each sound a beacon that could lead the Killer to your location.

“Psst.” 

Your eyes followed the soft hiss, finding a white face haloed by golden hair calling you from one of the gym walls. You quickly ran over, deciding quick steps were worth the extra noise if you could get to your trial mate faster.

Lucifer, a short man with a lithe build and covered in way too much white for all the shit you were both going through, had started on a generator. Pale hands reached into the belly of the machinery, pulling and twisting wires with the knowledge the Entity granted its Survivors. Coming to the other side, you did the same, hoping to fix the generator before this trial’s Killer found you both.

“Did you figure out who it is?”

“I heard rock music. Could be one of the Legion. Maybe the Dragon.” Though you’d traveled a good distance from where you’d spawned on the trial ground, you hadn’t seen your opponent for this match. In the distance, you heard a faint sound of music. It narrowed it down. Only a few Killers were cocky enough to play music as they went hunting. 

“If it’s Adam, run. I’ll distract him like usual.” The sun shone in your eyes when you tried to glance around the generator to your friend. His suggestion was a given. Around the same time he was kidnapped into the Entity’s game, a new Killer popped up too. Not long after, it became apparent that the two were related. Lucifer referred to the new Killer by his name and the Killer had a particular bone to pick with the ex-angel.

Your experience with the new killer was limited though enough to give you a firm impression. Adam, or the Dragon as the other survivors preferred to call him, was a cocky asshole. He would taunt and act nonchalant before brutally hitting people with his guitar-axe. He gave off a carefree attitude most of the time. He did have a temper though, often getting vindictive for the littlest things. If you laughed at him because someone stunned him with a pallet or if you managed to lose him during a chase, he just went berserk. 

It was worse when Lucifer was in a trial. All that nonchalant air that hung about him disappeared. It turned into a fiery rage. It didn’t help that Lucifer, all too familiar with the man, seemed to just love throwing jabs at him. It always ended up with Adam chasing Lucifer around the whole map without a care for any of the other survivors. 

You felt bad for that. You’d been the object of a chase plenty of times to know that it wasn’t easy to get away from the Killers who got a boost of everything from the Entity. Whether it was speed, strength or bloodlust, the spidery being had amplified it within the bodies it chose to torture you all. 

At the end of the day, it was still the best strategy. Lucifer distracts and everyone gets out (or sometimes just the other three) gets out. You nodded to Lucifer, letting the man know your acknowledgement.

Just as the generator roared to life, a scream rang throughout the rotten fields. It sounded like Meg. Not long after, a male voice screamed and you saw Detective Tapp fall down quite a distance from you two.

“What the fuck are they doing?” To get downed one after the other…was it Legion after all or were the two just not paying attention?

You and Lucifer glanced at each other and nodded before heading in opposite directions. You needed to save the other two if you wanted to get out of here alive. There were still four more generators to do. Sneaking your way across the field to where Meg dangled from a hook, you glanced left and right. The Killer wasn’t in sight but you didn’t hear the distinct thrill of someone getting a hook through their shoulder so you guessed Tapp was still okay. 

With another quick check at your surroundings, you ran for Meg. The poor girl was quietly sobbing, blood gushing from her wound as you took her off the hook.

“It’s the Dragon.”

“Okay. Lucifer went in his direction. He should be chasing him now.” Understanding dawned on Meg’s face not long after and she immediately prostrated her shoulder and side for you to help treat. With the Killer distracted by his strange obsession with Lucifer, you had time to patch her up before you split up again to cover more ground.

At least, that was what you thought.

“Hey girlie.” A snide voice was all you heard before a fiery pain erupted from your shoulder, the push of a heavy blade tumbling you forward with only your shock and many experiences to catch you. Without looking back, you bolted, almost stumbling into Meg who was also shocked by the sudden appearance of the Killer.

You tried to block a hit for Meg, hoping to give her more time to escape as she’d already been hooked once. But the Dragon wasn’t going to ignore your sacrifice, swinging wide until his blade sliced the back of your thigh, sending you tumbling to the ground. It would have been fine had he actually focused his attention on you, had he actually picked you up to try and hook you. But the man ignored you, focusing on chasing Meg as he left you to bleed out on the ground.

That…wasn’t his usual modus operandi. The man was…kinda lazy. Once he downed a survivor, he’d hook them and scare away everyone else. He guaranteed one kill a match unless he was in a mood. The only times he actually deviated from that would be when Lucifer was in a trial, and only then because he tunneled the pale man with such avid hatred and fury, a look too worthy of calling Lucifer his obsession.

This trial went to shit so quickly after that. No amount of distraction or taunting from Lucifer could stop the killer from chasing everyone else. He tunneled and wrecked generators, played mind games like you’d never seen. It was like a completely different man altogether had taken over him, turning an annoying yappy murderer into a cunning ruthless monster. All the while, a guitar riff played in the background, flames sprouting from his mouth as his bloodlust reached new heights.

Rounding the corner of the barn with your heartbeat in your throat and feet desperate to escape the killer on your heels, you toppled to the ground, another slash joining the many others slicing your body open. Despair trickled through your body like your blood seeping into the dirt and dried hay. Only two generators were done but Meg and Tapp were already sacrificed and once a hook pierced your shoulder, you would be gone too.

“Take that ya little rat.” A voice gruff from running but high off of victory came from above you, from a mask that glowed with flame yellow eyes and a grin as sharp as his blade. With two huge horns coming from his head, a bloodied and torn robe, he stood against the light of the false sun. Like the devil himself come to drag you to Hell.

Sharp black claws grabbed fistfuls of you sides, digging into your injuries, as he hefted you onto his shoulder. You just hoped Lucifer could find the hatch and escape this round.

“So fucking hard to catch, always dodging and hiding like a little mouse. But I got your ass, babe. Hah!” A sharp slap of a hard palm whipped your ass and you struggled to break free. Just as he went back around the corner you came from, a bright light shone from behind you and you felt yourself drop before someone’s hand went to drag you forward from the blinded killer. 

“Aargghh! You fucking asshole! Come here you little bastard!” 

With adrenaline in your veins, you ran but the wounds took their toll and you eventually lagged behind and got caught again, eating a face full of dirt as you skid to the ground, Adam’s axe still swinging as he tried to get a hit on Lucifer too. But the shorter man was nimble, easily scrambling just a hair away but close, so close. Close enough that in the midst of his bloodlust, the killer didn’t even bother with you.

He figured with how battered you were, you’d bleed to death while he chased after Lucifer. Without the other pesky chumps in the trial, the fallen angel wouldn’t be able to escape him this time. 

You watched the two disappear, crawling into a corner to recuperate. There wasn’t much left in you and you had to decide, did you let yourself die so Lucifer could get the hatch or did you try to win? In all honesty, with how the killer was acting during this trial, the odds were against you but…in the distance, Lucifer was laughing, taunting the killer while dodging and outrunning him like he’d been stuck in this God-forsaken world for centuries rather than…maybe a few weeks. If you died, he could get to the hatch and escape.

You were about to let yourself bleed out when a scream rang through the empty fields. The killer got Lucifer.

It was enough to shock you into action, the surprise of it giving you just enough strength to push to peer over the corn and hay bales in the direction the scream came from. That couldn’t be right. Adam had never caught Lucifer before. But it was bound to happen eventually, wasn’t it? The pale man always too the heat from the Dragon, becoming the most essential part of surviving against this particular killer.

Now, he was at the man’s mercy. And Adam had it out for him. You were afraid. Cold dread and a wash of concern speared through your chest. Each killer was cruel but none of them seemed to hold a grudge against any particular survivor. They favored some over others, enjoying hunting those particular people. But Adam, the Dragon, had only hatred and rage when it came to Lucifer. And you were scared of what that meant. What kind of sick mori would he subject the pale man to.

All your worry for him solidified into action, pumping worry and adrenaline through your veins until you found the strength to get up again, you would seemingly numb against the need to make sure that Lucifer got out of this match. The man had yet to be broken, truly traumatized by anything in this sick realm of an uncaring god’s creation. He was strong against his deaths, laughed against pain and injury. He encouraged you when it was your job to get him up to speed with things he had yet to learn. You couldn’t…couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him like some of the others.

When a match went worse than they’d ever thought possible, when the killer had truly turned into a monster. When they’d been determined to inflict suffering to a degree that even the Entity didn’t demand of them. When it took many cycles around the campfire before the cracks in their souls mended and they could stand to face another killer. When the Entity snuffed them out, the pain they’d suffered left them too broken to be her toys.

You ran as best you could, just in time to see a punch hit Lucifer square in the guts.

“Not so hot now, are ya you punk.” A heavy studded leather boot kicked the shorter man, causing him to stumble and splay onto a dropped pallet. “Think you were hot shit cuz you got away all those times? Well news flash you clown-faced freak, you can’t do anything without those losers to help ya.” The Dragon landed another heavy blow onto Lucifer’s face.

“What did you say? Oh right. You’re in my house now, bitch!” Fist and fist rained meaty blows against the smaller body, the white outfit Lucifer wore turning red with each piece of skin broken. Meanwhile the man, himself, only coughed, laying limp against the onslaught in a show of demureness that you’d never seen from him. The fight was one-sided, abuse raining on a defenseless party. 

“It wasn’t enough that you stole my wives! You had to get me cast out of Eden too! Then you have the motherfucking gall to kill me!? Kill me!!? I’m the original man! All those humans that you love so much come from me! But you—“ Adam lifted the smaller man up, the blood seeping from his split lip trickling down his face. The fucker had the nerve to smile helplessly at him, the same one he had when he spoke of his dreams and the rejection of the grand council of archangels. Back when they were friends. 

So many fucking trials since he died and was first brought here and he finally caught this fucker. He could finally let him taste the end. Cut into him with his axe, hear him scream with the agony and misery he deserved. But the man just looked at him, a calm smile on his face like he was indulging his spoiled child. With a yell, he slammed the man into the pallet, the makeshift structure creaking at the force.

“You should’ve been my guide, should’ve been my friend! Instead, you screwed me over!” Lucifer just watched, letting the blows come without a fuss. Why!? Why wasn’t he fighting back? You expected a snappy quip. The devil had a tongue to match but he just lay there. You moved from your hiding spot, ready to push the killer off of him when a worn voice, strained and bloody, cut through the pause in Adam’s fists.

Lucifer coughed. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as it would have had Adam had his Heavenly blessings but his powers weren’t fully there either, his body healing so slowly from the blows. Blood pooled in his throat as he swallowed. Above him, he spied what the mask Adam wore hid behind slanted yellow eyes and snarling teeth. It was endearing, something tickling his heart to hear. Adam’s held back cries still sounded the same, thousands of years later. He smiled, a sad little thing at the first man. “I would’ve stolen you too. I wish I did.”

“What the fuck did you just say!?”

“It wasn’t just Lilith or Eve.” It strained his throat to talk but each breath without getting punched gave him strength to pour out a confession he couldn’t have said before, not as the King of Hell. But here, he was just a soul trapped by the Entity, and the man above him was his killer. “I wanted you too.”

“Fuck you! You—you ruined everything! Damned all of humanity and—and…” The nerve of this asshole! Spouting shit when—when…“you left me.” The weight of ten thousand years of anger and hate condensed into a pathetic whisper as familiar red eyes looked at him in that dopish way from so very long ago. “You took Lilith with you and when Eve died, she went down too…but you left me. All alone. Just me.” Was that really it? Not the cheating? Not the damnation of humanity? In the face of the first friend he’d ever made, all his blazing hate and anger turned to ashes in his chest, leaving only the feeling of that first dawn in Heaven. The first dawn without any of his loved ones with him.

“I never wanted to.” A deep whisper, sincere and gentle as sin came from the man he was trying to choke, regretful pity gazing up at him from a cracked face that was already mending itself.

“Shut up! Liar!” He snarled, slamming the small body again. Lucifer was always a liar. A snake in the grass. He said he’d always be there. He said he was his guardian angel. He said he loved him but let him face the disappointment of God and an afterlife in regret!

“Adam—“

“I said, shut up!” That mouth that only whispered lies and temptation, he shut it with his mouth, letting his teeth cut into soft yielding flesh. And he cried. Because he could feel the angel kiss him back. 

You watched the exchange, shocked still only a few yards away. What the fuck did you just see? Your eyes trailed over them, trying to find even a hint of distress or pain. Something that told you what to do. But even as the killer pushed his weight onto Lucifer, the two remained locked in a kiss. Blackened hands and gloved claws started to roam slowly, gently, desperately and shame filled you. You shouldn’t be seeing this. 

But what if Lucifer needed help? But he didn’t look like he needed it. Conflicted, you watched, stepping back into the shadows with caution. Not too far from you, you spied a generator. Should…should you continue the trial? 

A ravenous tongue plundered his mouth but he had an equally monstrous one of his own to battle with. Above him, the bigger man groaned, pressing deeper into him.  Black fingertips slowly curled their way under the mask and Adam pulled away.

“Adam, let me see your face.” Lucifer looked up at him with wide serious eyes and a stubborn rip within him mashed defiantly at the look. He was in control here. He dragged the angel into this realm. He had all the power to finally fuck this asshole up.

“You’re not in any position to be making requests here, mother—“ 

“Please.” But Lucifer looked up at him with his wide red eyes, the dots on his face drawing close as he frowned in a small plea. Here was the King of Hell, softly asking to look upon him. He’d never imagined he’d see that face ever again, only seeing the mockery on the harlequin features when his enemy’s face came to mind. He’d spent many years pushing away the memories of the Garden after all. He’d forgotten how soft Lucifer could look, the former favorite of Heaven, and it stilled the resistance in him. 

“Please, Adam.” He called again. The man above him frowned, torn and unsure. He brought his hands up, tentatively placing them at the seam of his mask, waiting for resistance, taking the lack of it as permission. Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief when under the mask was the same man he saw at the battle of the hotel, piercings and mussed up hair. Only his horns were permanent now, standing proudly atop his head. He wondered how the gods knew he had a thing for them. Why else would his beloveds all have them?

“Like what you see, old man?” A rebellious curve on his mouth couldn’t decide if it wanted to be a sneer or a smirk. 

“I’ve always thought you were handsome.” He wrapped his tail around the taller man, not letting him pull away. A teasingly soft smile lifted his cheeks when he felt the man settle where he’d looked ready to dive into a fit again for a moment.

“Oh fuck off.” Adam huffed, the fight going out of him as Lucifer remained soft and yielding beneath him. What the fuck man?! He just felt tired all of a sudden, put out by the lack of fight from the guy he’d dreamt about pummeling for millennia. He sighed and shifted their positions, pulling the smaller man off the palette so he could lay down on it himself. And pulled Lucifer back onto his lap, much to the confusion and delight of the fallen angel.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck off?” Lucifer grinned, not quite sure what mood the other man was in but happy nonetheless to have this moment with him. The aches on his body faded more and more as his attention was solely on the man between his legs. He wouldn’t admit how many times he’d thought of this in the thousands of years since the garden.

“…come here.” The mischievous grin on the devil’s face was closer to the same taunting asshole expression he was used to. It was also closer to a time when the Angel had indulged him in breaking some small rules where God wasn’t watching. Days spent learning about the creations, pulling pranks and discovering new wonders.

It was like he could taste those days again when he pulled the blonde down for another kiss, this one softer but just as demanding as before. Through the dirt and blood, he could taste the sweetness, the temptation, the sin and it burned.

“Hnngh.” He bit Lucifer’s lip, reopening the wound, and the smaller man ground, hips pitching forward.

“So you like pain?”

“You learn a few things over the years.” With a smirk, his voice came out huskier than intended, the surreal yet pleasant sting of Adam’s bite sending sparks to his brain. Beneath him, Lucifer could feel an answering hardness, tenting the robes the man wore as a light dusting of pink colored Adam’s cheeks. It was cute. “Want me to show you?”

“Let’s get one thing straight here, I’m fucking you, you got it?” 

“I’m pretty sure that’s not a very straight thing to do but sure, you can take me for a ride.”