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the-engdyssey · 7 months

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@hetaween-event

Prompt: Day 1 - Folklore

“In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.” ― Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

While I couldn't exactly call The Legend of Sleepy Hollow folklore exactly, I would say it's one of the oldest, most iconic, and certainly my favorite horror story from American literature.

So naturally I made an au where Alfred is the headless horseman. It's an idea I've been sharing in discord servers for years, but never did anything with. That's now changed, and it's something like this:

Arthur knows full well Alfred is going to win the revolutionary war. The knowledge smarts, but that's not what bothers him. He's irate that Alfred's grown a penchant for lopping off the heads of English soldiers. Alfred's going to win the war, but he's not stronger than Arthur. Not yet, and he'll never see his own victory. Arthur takes Alfred's head to remind the boy who exactly he's dealing with. Carving a face and performing an incantation on a pumpkin to give Alfred a new head? That was all spite. But the world has changed and so has Arthur. Anger and spite have given way to guilt, because without his brain....Alfred's kinda stupid. Exceptionally so. He doesn't have an ounce of malice in him. He's not interested in lopping off heads anymore, he just wants to race whoever ventures into his stretch of the woods. Sweet and stupid, and he still loves Arthur. So every Halloween, Arthur comes to visit until one fateful visit, with his wife in tow, Arthur comes to visit bearing a gift...

If you like the sound of this idea, stayed tuned becaus @phantom-wolf and I are writing a fic of this exact story.

Also check out under the cut for a few different versions of this piece! Thanks!

This one stays truer to the original colors of the piece, but wasn't dramatic enough for me.

And here's the original piece without any hue adjustments. It was a challenge on multiple fronts, but I'm super happy that I could create a very dark piece while varying in shades and tones. A struggle, but a worthy one!

#hetaween-event #alfred f. jones #hws america #aph america #headless horseman #headless horseman au #he's got pumpkin seeds for brains don't mind him

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hetaween-event · 10 months

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10 days and 30 prompts. ready to join us? 👻

event dates: october 22 - october 31 ! 🔮

day 1: folklore • cabin in the woods • after dark

day 2: trick or treat • werewolves • cosmic horror

day 3: witchcraft • haunted • in the mirror

day 4: fairy tales • found footage • underworld

day 5: sweets & candy • demons • witching hour

day 6: ghost hunting • autumn • blood stains

day 7: vampires • ocean • biggest fear

day 8: urban legends • nightmare • horror movies

day 9: graveyard • magic spells • bloodthirsty

day 10: halloween party • ritual • body horror

new to this this year's event is also a free day token system! traditionally halloween day has been the event's free day, but with so many prompt ideas from you all, we wanted to use as many as we could - so this system made sense! now you can pick your free day at any point during the event! (for more info, please refer to the rules post - coming tomorrow - or feel free to ask!)

so there you have it: our hetaween 2023 event prompts! thank you all for sharing your spooky ideas with us! we look forward to seeing what you create! 😈

@heta-on-the-books & @hetaliahappenings

#hetaween 2023 #hetalia #hetalia event #event prompts #event admin #oh and.. for those curious the most voted-for prompt was folklore! 💜#there are 63 days until the event starts by the way :)#start counting >:)

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pruktober · 10 months

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PrUKtober 2023 Prompts

Rules

@hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @nsfhetalia

#pruktober #engpru #pruk #hetaween #hws #hws england #hetalia #hws prussia #Hetalia event #hws event #pruktober 2023 #pruktober prompts #pruktober 2023 prompts

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mesperyiandevotee · 8 months

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Day 1: tether for @hetahorrorweek 🎃🐈‍⬛

#hetahorror23 #pruger #germancest #cw character death #cw noncon #cw violence #cw kidnapping #cw shipcest #it's close enough to the 25th jsflisjei #i gotta go to bed i have to get up early :(#my waleseng fic for hetaween should be done soon too i should have known i'd be late trying to do 2 events lmao

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orbitinghetalia · 7 months

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Day 8 prompt horror movies for @hetaween-event, but started this for day 2 prompt scary movies @pruktober.

#hetaween #hetaween 2023 #pruktober #pruktober 2023 #aph pruk #aph england #aph prussia #hws england #hws prussia #my stuff #my drawings #hetalia event 2023

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reallunargift · 2 years

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I fell from grace so I could land in your arms.

SpaPort for @hetaween-event-2022 day 7 - Angels & Demons / Cursed

The demons I’m familiar with are basically cursed angels, so ;) João’s beauty mark is a visual sign of their sin (loving each other more than their creator), and it marks the spot where Antonio first kissed him - under his eye, very softly, very innocently. When he drew back and spotted the sudden blemish, they both knew what it meant. And they made their choice.

#hetaween 2022 #my art #spaport #hws portugal #hws spain #aph portugal #aph spain #wfsn #not really but just in case....#carnation pair #it's just a couple of cursed angels losing their holiness nothing exciting is going on #that's a melting halo but #cw blood #just in case #I thought two angels in love was more tragic #but I also considered angel/demon #especially after seeing that Asmodeus the demon of lust is opposed by.....St John lmao maybe next time i’ll do that #i actually have a permit to draw these things don't worry #but also a big thank you to the people giving their time to run this event you guys are wonderful

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lillystarreds · 2 years

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🍎Day 1: Fairytale🍎

🧡@hetaween-event-2022 🧡

I remember a long time ago I saw a comic that someone made of estonia as snow white with his mochi friends as the dwarfs.

This was a lot of fun to draw and even did a second version of him with a bit of make up❤️

#hetalia #hetaween 2022 #aph estonia #hws estonia #fairytale #snow white #💙💙💙#hetalia event

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helianskies · 2 years

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hetaween | day 1 | 'in space, no one can hear you scream' 🌑

“We’re all scared, we’re all confused. But turning on each other is exactly what it wants us to do. It saves the alien a job, if we kill ourselves…”

[ read below or on ao3 ]

event: @hetaween-event-2022

rating: explicit ⠀ wordcount: 1.7k

Alone

“Open the door.”

“Not a chance.”

“For fuck’s sake, let him out!”

“We can’t trust him!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“No I’m not! You don’t understand, it— it shapeshifts! It changes how it looks! That’s how it’s been avoiding us: it’s being us!”

Arthur is baffled, but persistent: “Alfred, please, step away from the control unit. If you want to convince us you’re right, locking one of your own friends in a damn cryopod is not going to help your case!”

“We cannot afford to be paranoid,” Ivan tries to reason. Arthur is glad he’s there, another voice of reason to support himself, and a voice that Alfred should trust maybe more than anyone else’s. “We’re all scared, we’re all confused. But turning on each other is exactly what it wants us to do. It saves the alien a job, if we kill ourselves…”

“Gilbert’s dead, Kiku’s missing, Yao only has half of his body left intact,” Alfred protests all the while. “and Mikkel’s way out there, floating around by the fucking thrusters! Which have stopped working, can I add? And you want me to let the thing that did it go?”

Alfred looks hurt. He looks at Ivan, and he looks hurt. But then he drags his gaze back to Arthur, and it only worsens. “What about Francis?” he asks, and Arthur feels his sense of gravity waning. “You saw Francis, surely. You saw what it did to him…”

“I know.” Images of a lone floating head and equally loose hair threaten to paralyse him entirely. He tries to swallow the acidic bile down. That whole part of the ship has lost its gravity stabilisation, with nasty effects. “I know, Al. But— But this—” He gestures to the cryopod, locked shut with a presently unconscious body stuffed inside of it. “—isn’t right. We can’t be sure, and the others… they’d be horrified if they saw this—”

“Don’t— Don’t try to guilt trip me! I saw it! I saw way too fucking much, frankly!” Alfred insists.

“What did you see?” Ivan presses. “We’ll listen, just take it easy.”

He takes a cautious step towards the other, unarmed, and Arthur allows him to take over the conversation, and carry on without him. It means he can try to check on Antonio from afar and assess the situation.

From what it looks like, there’s been a knock to the head. There must have been some sort of confrontation—a struggle, a fight—which Antonio lost. That leaves two rather pressing questions, however: firstly, is Alfred right about a shape-shifting alien; and secondly, if he is, is it really ‘Antonio’ or… could someone else be the culprit, like… Alfred himself…? A double bluff? A trap?

Arthur doesn’t dare voice his opinions. And he’s lucky, in a way, that he doesn’t get a chance to: a fourth voice joins the room, and Antonio, seemingly barely with it, peers back through the pod window:

“W… What’s going on…?” he asks, just about managing to reach a hand to the glaring red mark on his head, the small dribble of blood. Gravity still works in part of the craft. “Fuck… that hurt…”

Alfred has no sympathy spared for him. “That’s the least you deserve,” he warns, glare turning dark. Arthur is not familiar with anger when it comes to any of the engineering team.

Antonio, all the while, is confused. He realises, first, where he is and looks to Arthur for help: “Get me out of this thing,” he says, voice holding alarm. And rightly so. If that pod gets activated, he’ll be in there for a long, long time. Arthur supposes that that was the intention… “Arthur, I’m being serious. Let me out!”

Arthur wants to listen to him. He wants to help him. But he needs both sides of the story—he has to be sure, one way or the other. “What happened?” he asks, and raises a hand to silence Alfred when he dares try to interrupt. Antonio seems offended by the question.

“I was in the lab. Francis had told me to go and secure the samples in case they needed to be destroyed,” he starts to explain, “so that’s what I was doing. And the next thing I know, he stomps in—” A pointed glare is shot at Alfred. He doesn’t react. “—and I’m on the floor, staring at the barrel of his gun.”

It’s not bad, as far as explanations go. Arthur turns to the engineer. “Any comment?”

“I saw him down by Systems.”

Oh… Well… Systems… is a bad, bad place. Bad, bad, bad. Oh, Francis… That dreadful image returns, and Arthur has to try and hold himself together in front of the others.

“You saw me down by Systems, because that’s where Fran was! I left him to go and do what he asked me to do!”

Alfred continues to fight it. “Francis was dead when I got to Systems no more than a minute after you left,” he claims. “It’s a straight corridor. Clear line of sight. No one else was there.”

“I-I didn’t kill Francis! Don’t you even fucking dare pin that on me!” Antonio returns.

The pair of them are growing frantic, restless. Arthur isn’t sure what to do, and he can tell that Ivan is just as torn, just as lost, just as frazzled. Those two questions continue to bounce around in his mind.

“What about you, Alfred?” the brunette goes on. “You say Fran was dead, but how do we know you didn’t do it? You were alone, weren’t you? How do we know that you aren’t an alien trying to cover your own tracks?”

“I— I can pro—!”

“Alfred, stop. Please stop.”

There is something in the way that Ivan says it that sees the American do as told in a matter of seconds, visibly calmer, shoulders relaxed, tension leaving his body. He’s still upset—it’s still there, a pleading lingering in his eyes—but Ivan, if he sees it, does not worry about it. Instead, he says a single thing that only Alfred can hear or understand, and then, to Arthur’s surprise, they end up in an amicable and loose embrace. It doesn’t last long. But it’s enough.

God, he misses Francis…

“There are other ways to resolve this,” Ivan tells him all the while. “You’re hurt, and that’s okay. But violence fighting violence is not always the right answer, and if there are only four of us left, we… we cannot be so divided.”

The alternative, Arthur figures, is negotiation. With an alien. Who has killed half the team.

Then he realises, at that precise moment, that if there really is a shape-shifting alien aboard and the rest of the team is dead (or presumed dead) then surely that means that… one of them, in that very roo—?

Glass shatters. Shards fly everywhere. Arthur recoils and turns away to shield himself, and when he looks back at the room, his eyes land quickly on Ivan. Ivan, whose neck has been cleanly penetrated by some unknown, organic-looking thing—like a chunk of wood, but… not.

Ivan drops to the floor.

Alfred and Arthur both stare at him. His body.

“And then, there were two…”

Alfred is pissed, understandably. "I-I tried to tell you I could fucking prove it!" he shouts over at Arthur. "There was no oxygen in the pod, I turned it off! He should have died!"

The thought that Alfred would have killed Antonio just to prove a theory is harrowing. Arthur's suffocating heart skips a beat. He almost wants to believe that Alfred isn't really Alfred, but as Antonio emerges from a busted and broken cryopod, there's no room left for arguing. There's only one alien thing aboard, and now they both know who it is.

Hands are fumbling for a gun on both sides of the room. Glass is everywhere. Ivan's blood pours, a fresh river. Arthur finds his weapon quickly and pulls it from his holster, but as he looks back up at the unfolding scene, he freezes. He’s petrified. He’s useless. He’s… He…

Antonio has a struggling, gasping Alfred by the neck, up against the wall, his grip both tight yet effortless. Fingers look as though they're disappearing into skin.

“For the record,” the brunette says, staring up into Alfred’s now panicked eyes, “parasites don’t shapeshift…”

Arthur panics, too. He aims his gun firmly at Antonio (but it isn’t him, it isn’t) and demands of him (despite the tremor in his voice), “P-Put him down.”

Antonio glances at him. “Put him down, you say…?” A smile forms. Fear rises. Antonio pulls Alfred down and closer to him, a hair apart, and before Arthur can beg him to stop, he’s grabbed Alfred’s screaming face and twists. Hard. The cracking sound is vile, visceral. His body drops. And Antonio, or whatever the fuck it is presenting as him, assures Arthur with a sort of glee: “There. I put him down, just like you asked…”

The Brit doesn’t hesitate. “I’m going to kill you."

It must have been a hilarious thing to say, because the other begins to laugh, and approaches Arthur simply too fast for comfort. Even with his gun, he feels powerless. And then, when his back hits the wall and he realises that there’s barely room to breathe between them, Arthur knows. He knows that this can only end one of two ways.

He feels the other's breath. He feels a hand latch onto his face, evil claws in skin, eyes no longer that friendly green but a hollow black. Veins pulsate. A warm complexion turns sickly. Not an alien, but a parasite. He thinks of Antonio's fresh botanical samples, his pride and joy, the foreign organisms they all let on board into the labs. He thinks how scared Francis must have been when faced with his best friend...

“Tell me,” the other says, sharp teeth glinting in the deep, bloodied red of the emergency light overhead, “how does it feel? To be the last of your kind, at least out here? Does it scare you?”

It does.

“It should.”

It terrifies him.

“Being alone is much more terrifying than dying.”

Arthur swallows. His finger curls around the trigger of his weapon, though he can’t be quite sure where it’s pointing, who it could hit, what it could hit. And he says, as he stares into the unknown and seals their fate—his own, a creature's, an entire planet's: “You wanna test that theory…?”

#hetaween 2022 #hws england #hws america #hws russia #hetalia #hws spain #here's my desperate attempt at contributing to this event's first day bc it felt weird not to do so :')#cw character death #cw blood #cw graphic description #this fic took so many attempts. this isnt even quite what i wanted but hey. spooky space 🤷‍♀️

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the-heaminator · 2 years

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Day 9, Oct. 30th:

Vampires / 'Til Death Do Us Part / Siblings

@hetaween-event-2022

Tw: VIOLENCE GRAPHIC GORE BLOOD CANNIBALISM ETC

“Matthew! Matthew! Where are you? Come on stop hiding, it can't be that bad. It's been a whole month bro!"

Alfred, the younger brother of newly augmented soldier Matthew yelled while searching through his eldest brother's seemingly empty house. Unnaturally quiet and still it was, even though Matthew may have not been the most talkative person ever, he had always kept in contact with his family. Whether that was him, his father or any other of his innumerable siblings he was always in contact. Especially after something had happened

Yet it had been a month since he had been chosen by the government to become part of a new starting force of special soldiers, The Augments, they were to be stronger than regular people, even stronger than the soldiers, and tended to be more morally ambiguous than regular soldiers. Well at least that was what Alfred gathered from his research but who knows how accurate the information was, especially knowing the harsh censorship laws. But above all, he was scared that his kind, caring older brother had received any unpleasant side effects, Matthew had always been far too proficient at hiding his own misery, his early years as part of the form working class had led to him downplaying his own injury, especially from his so-called father, a somewhat wealthy government man, who had been laden with children from a multitude of classes and birthing levels, mainly just to experiment with the mixing of classes that hadn't interacted in decades, and it seemed to work just fine.

Matthew from the agricultural sector, Jack from fuel, Elanor from policing, and Alfred himself was a part of the more elite science-based sector, and all his studies had led him to figure out that something was wrong, he hadn't spent so long analysing his siblings for him to not.

Their father, being in a position of relative power tried to stop his oldest son from being experimented on. He may have not been the kindest or most loving person, but as a part of the government it would be the death of him if he was, but he would fight tooth and nail for them, even if they weren't technically his own.

The thing was, was that he had done just that, and Arthur had to be taken by the secret police, only Elanor pulling some strings got him out within a week, and even that much time had rendered such a proud man into a blubbering mess

At that moment he didn't understand why on earth his father would be so scared, after all this was a tried and tested medical procedure, everyone had said so, including his professors and the books.

As it turns out, this was a rather experimental procedure, and Matthew was one of the first test subjects chosen, due to his physical attributes as well as his mental ones, the government had all of this in their database and Matthew was an ideal candidate. He was tall and strong, to begin with, and he already knew how to use many types of sharp objects, as well as being quite physically capable yet he was mild-mannered and passive to a fault.

They hoped that augmenting what they thought were simpler people would lessen the risk of them becoming violent and deranged.

Alfred checked all the doors of the house to see if his brother was in any of them and grew increasingly apprehensive as each search turned up empty, the food and produce he had in his fridge had started to rot increasing his concerns to an alarming level, Matthew would never let this happen.

He called out his name one last time "MATTHEW!" this time with a lot more urgency and a twinge of fear that he tried his hardest to hide.

When no response came Alfred was just about ready to leg it out of the house screaming, or at the very least wanting to bring back up, when he heard a doorknob, from the basement no less.

He had watched enough horror movies to know that that was most likely not a good thing, but it had not been the first time that one of his family members had gotten themselves locked into one of their own rooms and not been able to come out, therefore he approached the door and opened it after locating the key.

The first thing that hit him was the stench, the putrid smell of human excrement coupled with the metallic scent of dried blood and other foul smells he couldn't place, a single step over the threshold and onto the stairway, still slick with...something, yielded nothing, so he descended apprehensively into the warm, sticky darkness.

When his foot finally made contact with the cold cement floor, the resulting tap echoed through the basement for a moment too long.

Out came his brother.

Or what was left of him.

"A-Alfred help m- YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR IGNORANCE!"

The blue-eyed man ran for his life, away from his seemingly possessed brother.

He had conveniently forgotten how Matthew, now being an Augment, was much stronger and faster than him and overpowered him with no great difficulty, even in this form, he looked frail, his eyes and cheeks sunken into his face, paler than ever from the length of time spent in complete darkness.

Matthew seemed to be breathing with great difficulty as his chest forcibly rose up and down, his long blond hair matted with some thick dark brown substance that looked alarmingly like blood and his normally calm dark blue eyes seemingly glowed with such a vigorous intensity that they looked purple, pupils just a speck of black, and a smile that showed too many teeth

He had an axe, and was wielding it dangerously, if Jack had done that Matthew would have smacked him upside the head, and slowly mutilated his brother, some limb at a time, humming all the while. Cutting off the tips of fingers first, quickly and cleanly slicing it off till the bone was visible, then he moved on to the hand, dismembering it efficiently. The legs were next, slicing partially through his femur the first time, and completely through on the second swing, the screams were so pretty, he wanted more of them.

More and more he was dismembered, clean slices giving way to pulsating flesh, bleeding out on the filthy floor, now slick with Alfred's numerous bodily fluids, not stopping screaming all the while, screaming, screaming, screaming until he could scarcely take in another breath.

In his last few moments of consciousness, he saw hazy flashes of blood smeared all over the walls and ground, a carcass in the corner of some poor animal and another axe, still bloodied and driven deep inside, he saw the smiling face of his sweet, sweet brother standing over him, and then nothing.

The final thing he heard was something only a man possessed could sing

"Hush little baby don't you cry, or I'll stab you in the eye,

Watch as you drown in tears of blood,

Then I will eat your flesh it'll taste so good,

Then maybe I'll try to die

After all the world doesn't need me, right?"

He finished off his brother's life with a swift blow to the ribs, hearing them crack and seeing the blood spurt out of the injury, the heart stopped beating almost immediately, and seeing those cold, dead eyes of his brother just tickled him pink, giggling like a small child he dug through the carcass of his beloved younger brother, one that kept him constantly on his toes; for better or for the worse, who always kept him company despite being so different from him, and found his heart.

The life-giving organ.

Raw and still warm with blood desperately trying to pump through.

Placing the heart neatly to the side of the mangled body of his brother, almost unidentifiable now, he mumbled, still giggling all the while "Father always said that fate would never separate us."

And plunged the knife in his own heart.

#the heam writes #hetaween 2022 #i wrote 1 (one) thing for this week #or event #hws canada #hws america

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