#| int. Richard |

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: based on #6 - A Tale as Old as Time. hmu if you'd like to plot more! connection: Muse B, the vampire.

Richard was never one to deny his feelings, least of all to himself but for a while there he had found himself doing just that. Denying how he felt, how much he truly cared and even loved the other, he had pushed it down not for fear of his own life but for theirs. The love they shared was a forbidden one, shamed and dangerous. Even despite that their meetings had become more frequent, letters and notes burned after being received.

If Richard's uncle, the alpha of his pack, found out that his only nephew and heir was fraternizing with a vampire, Richard was sure they'd both be set to death. His uncle was a very strict man and even stricter alpha, although he loved his two nieces and his nephew, the children left to him by a late sister, Kyland did not know how to show mercy. For many centuries he had held the title of alpha and many did not wish to see that change, even if Richard was in line for the position. There were just as many pack members that did not want Richard to take over as there were those that did want him to.

So what did his uncle, the alpha, do to remedy the worries his pack had about the heir to his throne? He set Richard up for marriage, like any powerful leader would to ensure his nephew faced as little opposition when he took the title of alpha over but Richard did not want any of it. The title, the marriage, the power. All he wanted was them. All he could ever think about was being with them and the next time he could feel them close to his warm body. They were intoxicating, tempting, and he just couldn't give them up. Even if that was what he came there to do.

Richard knew he had to tell them about his betrothal even if he had zero plans of following through with it, that didn't matter. Their presence touched his senses and his thoughtful, distant blue eyes turned to the shadows where he knew they would come from, hearing and scenting them just outside of where he waited. A hole in the wall in the middle of nowhere, no one would suspect them, no one knew them. "There you are, I was starting to get worried," he half teased, a sort of exhaustion touching his gaze as they finally came into view, his lips curled into a fond and soft smile.

[soulsuckrrs]

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He wasn't entirely disappointed the other didn't opt for the quicker, more effective method of getting down to Richard's boat but the amusement that curled his lips couldn't be hidden as he nodded with a small wave and watched James for a moment before settling bare feet at the cliff's edge. Taking a deep breath the curly haired man vaulted himself off the cliff and flipped easily into a dive towards the brutal waves of the ocean, expertly avoiding any danger and shooting down into the water, a sort of comfort settling over him as the warm liquid surrounded him and he was suspended in the depths for a moment before he swam up and broke the surface. Richard made little effort in reaching his boat, many, many years spent out on the sea as often as he could afford him a finesse when maneuvering along the water.

It took a little longer to pull everything together in order to be ready to cast off once James made it to his boat, the little raft the other had thrown together was cute and impressed Richie some, it had been quick thinking to make a floating aid and as he threw down the rope ladder across the port side of his boat, propelling down it on keeping himself in place with tense strong muscles and one arm while his feet clung to the rungs.

His smile was bright and he flashed it while shielding his eyes with his free hand as James' little craft drew closer to his boat. "Cute little raft there," Richie called out once the other was close enough to hear him, leaning as far away from his boat and offering his free hand to pull James and the raft closer. "-- I'll help you up." He instructed, shaking his head to get those damn wet curls out of his line of vision.

Invigorating?! James had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't just repeat the word like a parrot. A very openly sceptical parrot. Invigorating though? Invigorating his arse! He took another glance at the cliff and the water surface below which seemed to be even farther away than the last time he looked. Well, no. He'll be taking the long way around. But he didn't want to be a spoilsport; "Alright, you jump, I'll get my things and... uh... swim."

Yeah, he could sound more enthusiastic about it all. For what it was worth, he could make an effort and look more enthusiastic as well. But in the end he's committing like a teen agreeing to do the dishes if it meant they got to go out tonight.

"See ya down there, Richie," he announced, for a change sounding actually happy. So he began his trek down to the shore, looking over his shoulder ever so often so he wouldn't miss when the other jumped off that cliff. Because as much as he dreaded the jump himself, he was actually fascinated by those brave enough to do it.

Bravery wasn't necessarily James' strong suit. Misguided confidence and an inability to assess danger at times, which could be mistaken for bravery, yeah, that was more like him. And for being an idiot, he sometimes was remarkably resourceful and clever. So he constructed a makeshift raft for his two bags of cut herbs, his shoes and his clothes, and in nothing more than a t-shirt and his boxer shorts, James waded into the water, pushing the raft along, and then swam toward Richard's boat.

[devoureden]

a closed starter for @alcska for queenie & rhett.

they were standing in a crowd, waiting to be let on the ship. they had both been checked for lice...treated horribly, and even she was shoved by a crewmember. she rested her hand against her swollen stomach and her husband took care of that right away. queenie furrowed her brow and climbed over the gap and into the ship. "do...do you want to just find our room? or go up to the deck to wave goodbye?" they were doing this to make a better life for themselves, she had to keep reminding herself of that.

[gecko-in-a-can]

Haha Fantastics so weird, I wonder what his Int stat is, considering the whole joke with him is how he’s incompetent and dumb it must be pretty lo-

[elisasinclair]

@xofbenevolencex || Elisa & Richard

"Mister Kensington, what a pleasant surprise. Your presence was missing from our little get together, I know my husband would have been overjoyed to see you." Elisa sat up straighter as Mister Kensington was brought into the sitting room. Bidding her staff goodbye she stood to greet him properly.

"How are your parents? I've been meaning to write to your mother but the time keeps escaping me. I do hope she'll understand."

[friendscfmine]

▸   @sinshosted  ​ ⟶   ❛  "It's just… I've got a lot of life left to live. I'd hate to peak in my sophomore year." //from ava for. surprise me. one of the adults- LKDFKLS  ❜   ╱   (  percy jackson & the last olympian , accepting .  )

The stool in front of Richard’s coffee counter is as good as one in any bar, a place to go when you need some warm liquid comfort or courage in the morning rather than the dead of night.  And he has earned a reputation like a bartender, wiping down the counter or the milk foamer while he nods sympathetically at the town’s problems.

He is also able to play the role for children, who can’t get into bars, although not many of the local ones stop in, save for Kenny.  Ava is another exception, but she has not ordered a coffee, instead picking at a pastry she smelled baking from the street.

Richard gives her a soft smile.  “Don’t worry, you haven’t peaked yet,” he tells her.  “I know at your age, it seems that once you turn forty, you might as well be dead, but that’s not true.  You have all the time in the world to make something better of yourself.”

He wipes his hands on his apron and says, “Are you sure I can’t get you a coffee?  A lot of people say it makes them feel like they can take on the world.”

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my heart, @canncnball, for bunny & trevor.

"sweetheart, you are nearer to my oldest daughter's age...i am old enough to be your mother," bunny said as she put away pastries. thankfully it was a slow time and no one else but the workers in back including her daughter, lauren, were there. well, lauren was listening.

[richardarmitagefanpage]

A trailer for The Boy in the Woods is coming in 2 days.

🎥: boyinthewoodsfilm

[chrliebot]

richard siken, scheherazade; 2005

[antebellumite]

getting into the isaacman bio and i am amazed by the jarring realization that kissinger was spending 80% of Watergate dealing with the yom kippur war.

and nixon was still calling him for good boy pats... truly a "not now kitten, daddy's trying to force a ceasefire while beating soviets back with a stick"

[silkchvffon]

closed for @jawbrkrs !

PICNIC BASKET IN ONE HAND, carter trails beside zoe. dark gaze keeps sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye, admiring the curve of her lips, the dimple on her left cheek. he ignores the urge to pinch himself; to remind him it's not real, but a stupid game for a stupid boy who'd never deserve her even if he tried for a lifetime. still, it's hard to let go when she's the sweetest thing he's ever held. « i had a good time today, » he breaks the silence. « when can i see you again ? »

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone connection: the alpha's son/daughter/child of a rival pack👀👀, another supernatural. plot: after several centuries of searching, Richard has more or less given up on the idea of his mate being out there, not everyone found their mate but the fact that he was now newly appointed the alpha of his own pack, it is a heavier weight upon his shoulders. no alpha in the history of his pack has been without a mate, even his uncle. running into your muse flips his world upside-down. hmu to plot more if you'd like! editor: using beta

Parties weren’t an unusual place for Richard, he was a social butterfly and was often times on many people’s guest lists. That didn’t always mean he attended every event he was invited to, especially since obtaining leadership of his Uncle’s pack, however, Richard’s responsibilities had brought him to this party in particular. A mating ceremony, or in a more modern term, engagement party. He was dressed to impress, a black suit tailored just for him with accents of baby blues and whites that made his piercing blue gaze even sharper as he meandered through the reception of the party, champagne flute in one hand. It was always nice being reminded that he was one of the few alpha’s attending that had not found his mate just yet. His sisters were already settled down and happy, why he hadn’t discovered the other half that so many of his kind believed in just eluded Richard. It wasn’t for a lack of trying, Richard simply lived an extremely active life and the things he did to seek out another rush of adrenaline wasn’t always that welcoming to those that wanted to settle down or mate. 

Shifting through the crowd further and towards the bar Richard eyed those around him, happiness and lust was thick in the air and it reminded him the days such events were more or less orgies instead of simply parties to celebrate a coupling. He sighed and swiped two fresh flutes of champagne before he downed one and took a large gulp from the other, almost finishing it as well. He moved around to where the bar was and finished off the champagne, eyeing the empty glass thoughtfully as he waited for the bartender to order another drink. The pressure since he had taken over for his Uncle had been great and it didn't help he still wasn't sure what had happened to his Uncle, whether the other man was dead or not perplexed Richard and kept him awake most nights-- that along with the crippling guilt he'd failed the only man he'd ever considered a father, Richard hadn't been there when he was needed and now he was left picking up the pieces, cleaning up the mess he'd been left with.

So his thoughts were heavy tonight but the only thing that gave that away was the tension in his shoulders as he leaned against the bar, blinking out of his thoughts to glance around, see if he'd missed anyone he knew aside from the mated couples-- he'd said hello to them first before wandering through the thick mass of people, it seemed every pack for a several hundred locations had been invited but it wasn't a surprise to Richard. Royalty among wolves walked this crowd and Richard knew he wasn't the only one, it would be disrespectful to let the connections his Uncle kept to wither. Eyes so blue they resembled the ocean scanned over people with a lazy manner, not really bored but not truly engaged until his eyes met theirs and a jolt of energy rippled throughout him. Richard smiled instinctively and the action did well to hide his slight surprise.

[troublcmakcrs]

     @lastsurvivor  〢  cont from here .

Tweek was used to coming to such festivities with his parents, and he could not stop looking over his shoulder, wondering if they would be angry with him for ‘Cheating’ on them.  He absolutely hated coming to festivals with them, watching them laugh and smile with each other.  They put on airs of being the perfect family, and he could never act enough like he wanted to be there with them, which only led to further criticisms about his ‘ungratefulness’ when they were behind closed doors again.

He was glad to be here with someone else and hoped to actually enjoy himself this time, but he could not let go of the possibility that his folks would show up and ruin things.

The caramel apple was a welcome distraction, something to occupy his hands so that he wasn’t scratching at the backs of them, and Tweek took it from ripley with a soft, “Thank you.”  He took a bite of it while he surveyed the festival grounds.

“Ah… the hay rides aren’t… those haunted ones, are they?”  If they weren’t, that sounded like it would be a chill time, and it would allow him to eat his apple before they moved onto anything that required both hands.

[friendscfmine]

Chef’s admonishment of him did nothing to make Richard’s grin any less shit-eating.  He had to make it weird because that was the kind of person he was.  A lot of people in South Park had accepted that the Tweaks were a bit eccentric, even more so than some of the town’s other residents.  There was always something a little off about them, but since they ran the only coffeeshop in town, nobody said anything.

Same reason why they left Lu Kim alone.  It would be better for him to be in therapy, but they wanted City Wok to stick around.

“You’re the one making it weird,” Richard laughed, shaking his head.  “I’m just messing with you.”  He just liked to fuck with people sometimes and see where it got him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring some of your own food.  You know you can cook much better than City Wok.  You actually use real chicken in yours.”

@troublcmakcrs asked: (@friendscfmine) Richard playfully steals a bite of Chef’s food, then grins as they lock eyes. (//lord... :/) ; unprompted asks!

    A pause. With a box of takeout from City Wok that was his lunch that day was slowly being stolen in pieces from him. His fork had a perfect chunk of orange chicken that stuck itself through the prongs, wrapped in chow mein ... and it was stolen from him. It didn't click with him with what Richard was attempting to do, but from a first glance, he was taking his food.

    ❝ ... Mister Richard, get your own damn food!❞ He grumbled, pulling his bowl from him. ❝And why don't you just ask? Why do you gotta make it all weird?❞

[friendscfmine]

▸   @mudblccd   ⟶   ❛  just googled why my lip is violently twitching and its either coffee or a brain disorder. / @ Richard or ela — GIRL ITS METH 🫵🏻  ❜   ╱   (  one cissy allowed in fort asshole , accepting .  )

“Maybe it’s a little bit of both,” Elayne says with a warm, friendly smile.  The age of Google was both a blessing and a curse for Tweek Bros. Coffee because on one hand, they could advertise much more effectively, and business has been booming since they got on social media.  On the other hand, the patrons could research the cause of their twitching and heart palpitations.

“I’m kidding, of course.”  She doesn’t know Peyton well enough yet, doesn’t know if she’ll get offended by jokes about her mental faculties.

“I know our coffee has a little bit of a kick to it.  What kind do you usually drink?  If you’ve been drinking weaker blends for a while, the stronger ones can have that effect.”  There is truth in that, a convenient truth, that coffee can cause twitching and such without added drugs in it.

“We do have a blend that’s a bit weaker than our house if you’d like to try the next time.  Just ask me or my husband if he’s working.”  But she has a feeling that Peyton won’t, that the exhaustion from the comedown will prompt her to order the house blend again.  Like clockwork.

[dogfancier]

Int Ch Crackley owned by Mr. and Mrs. Richard C. Bondy, Goldensbridge, N. Y. 1937