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[cursedvessels]

//starter for @richardxoliverxmayhew

"Did you enjoy the show?"

The words were spoken smoothly from the shadows, a man hidden in the dark just behind Richard. Perhaps the hiding wasn't purposeful--it was late into the evening after all, the sun already long gone from the sky and the moonlight dancing across the big top tent. As he stepped forward, Demetrius smiled a broad smile, teeth glimmering dangerously as he gestured toward the other with a gloved hand. He was well-kept, wearing a different suit than the one in the show, though it was not much less flashy--deep sea blue in a velvet pattern with accents of glitter along the lapels and cuffs.

"I saw you watching so very closely and I thought to myself, I simply must go introduce myself to that man!" A guttural laugh paired with a dramatic gesture of his hands. It was clear here in the moonlight now that he was, in fact, the Ringmaster from the show the other had just exited along with the rest of the bustling crowd. The circus was still very much active with different tents and games and lights still blinking and whizzing across the field, but here outside the big top it was much quieter, somehow more still than all the rest--a peaceful dark. The mysterious Ringmaster extended a leather-gloved hand for the other to shake.

"Demetrius Shaw. A name you won't soon forget, I venture." The handshake was firm, almost tight, clearly meaningful and strong. A breath, tilting his head to the side as he eyed the other. "You know, something in your aura tells me you've something on your mind--perhaps something to do with some of what you witnessed in my show, I presume?"

[brokenthimbles]

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It was rare Gareth invited anyone from his work to their home, even more rare was it a Double 0, and even more impossible was Richard had been invited when Gareth wasn't even home.

Letting him enter without much of a fuss she scrunched her nose. Face towards the window.

"On a scale of one to ten..... how worried is he?"

[dontcxckitup]

//*slides in with a pan of brownies and a bunch of other chocolates for u 💛* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NOT ONLY ONE OF MY LONGTIME BEST FRIENDS BUT TO MY GRASSY ASS SISTER 🫡 Wishing you nothing but a great year ahead, Caz! May it be filled with lots of sweets, Ralph films, soooo many amazing threads, and more 😌 Also just know that even if I’m slow to reply to things at times I am just so incredibly thankful that we have known one another for how many years now! Here’s to soooo many years more! Sending you nothing but hugs, smooches, and love mi Amiga 🥺💕 LAV YAAAAA ALWAYS!!!! 💛💛💛💛🥰//

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// AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU MY GRASSY ASS SIS!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙 (also sorry for the late reply lol) Love ya to the moon and back!!

[wiinestories]

CLOSED STARTER | @richardxoliverxmayhew

The likelihood of Lorraine Broughton forming a strong bond with someone from law enforcement seemed slim to none. Such an unexpected alliance could almost be considered tasteless humour, given Broughton's profession as a spy. Yet, against the odds, Mayhew had emerged as a valuable ally, displaying a deep fascination with Broughton and willingly offering assistance on various missions, which were the product of her gratitude.

Settling into the relaxed ambiance of the bar they found themselves in, Lorraine casually leaned her frame against the counter, her gaze fixed on him with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. As she observed him, she couldn't help but speculate on the extent of his capabilities. It was evident to Lorraine that he wasn't easily swayed, and she presumed his alignment to be lawful good, a stark contrast to what she typically sought in an ally, but nevertheless, perhaps some changes could be made to alter that.

"I must admit I haven't properly thanked you for your previous investigation. What you gathered was rather useful. Seems you're quite skilled at what you do." A hint of a smile played upon her coral-coloured chapped lips, previously coated in alcohol.

[honorhearted]

(For our Historical!AU. I hope this is okay?) The Scotsman didn't sleep a wink that night. How could he? After the rest of his small unit whom he was traveling with was completely obliterated by a rogue, band of rebels, Richard found himself to be the last man standing. The Scotsman did his best to run as fast as his legs could carry him, but the rebels were faster. And now? Now he found himself on rebel soil, being held prisoner in one of their cabins, no doubt to be interrogated when the morning came.

True enough, morning eventually did come, and in stepped one of their men. One of the heads, no doubt. A captain? Or perhaps a lieutenant? Either way, it was somebody of importance, or at least rank. "Are-... Are ye' finally gonna let me go," shivered Richard, sitting at the furthest corner of the room, as far away from the other as possible.

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When Ben arrived at the designated cabin, his hand on his saber and a cutting gleam across his eyes, he looked between each man guarding the entrance for an explanation. A messenger had informed him that during a reconnaissance mission gone wrong, they’d entered a skirmish with a band of travelers – that only one lone man was left – and was in need of questioning.

“What is his name?” Ben demanded. “I was told the prisoner was being held here?”

The head guard, Anders, nodded his head and instructed, “This way, Major Tallmadge. He’s not sayin’ much -- didn't gimme a name yet -- but I figured you could give ‘im the ol’ fear o' God to change his mind.”

Ben didn’t mirror the other man’s smile. Applying duress, though often necessary, wasn't exactly a beloved pastime of his, regardless of the favorable results.

Without further preamble, Ben entered the cabin and kept his hand on his sword, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the stranger from top-to-bottom. The man's plea was weary, but did not garner any sympathy. He and his men were tired, too.

"The means of your release will depend entirely upon your cooperation, sir," Ben evenly replied. With his mouth in a firm, grim line, he demanded, “What is your name?” It was not a request, but a command. With all new captives, Ben found it beneficial to start with the basics. If the prisoners proved combative or uncooperative, other methods could then be enacted.

Strolling toward the man, Ben followed up with, “Where do you hail from? Why were you traveling through Continental lines?”

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  ❝—Serves you right! You started it!❞ He heaved joyfully as he regarded Richard’s now equally wet shirt, seemingly unwilling to remove his weight from atop the other’s surrendered figure. With his blood heated from the frolicking exchange, and his head dizzy from the pleasant sound of Richard’s laughter, he began to shower the younger one’s beaming features in frenzied kisses, his arms tightening their newly established hold around the other’s narrow waist against the dampened grass, as he pulled him closer still against himself. He wished that he could stay here forever, with the warmth of Richard’s skin right beneath his palm, and the nature ignorant to their delight.

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"Och! Shite! Shite! Shite! Shite!" hissed Richard as he bolted into Hades's bar and not only locked the door behind him, but began to barricade it with a few chairs. Silent curses flying passed his lips, he scuttled behind the bar, grabbed the nearest bottle of booze, downed a swig of its contents, before finally acknowledging the God of the Shades with a breathless, "I don't suppose any enraged gods have come knockin' on yer' door today lookin' for me have they?"

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Hades looked up when the other entered his bar - and locked the doors. What on earth was that kid's problem? Why was he always in some sort of state of panic whenever he saw him? His gaze returned to the newspaper lying in front of him on the counter. "He's here!" Hades shouted to whoever the kid had annoyed this time.

[exquisitexagony]

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last song: Ode to a Recession - Brye

favorite color: mossy greens, teal/aqua shades, purple esp. pastel purple or lavender

currently watching: uhhh like in general? i guess alice in borderland is the one i'm most attached to but we're having issues with netflix right now so i haven't really been watching shows lately sadly...oh we did start season 2 of our flag means death only to find out it's been cancelled so that kinda sucks but still going to watch it 'cos it's a gay 'ol time

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“Och! Wha’s the ma’er DADDY. Don’t ye’ wanna pway with meeee DADDY?” (I’m so sorry for him 🧍‍♂️)

He warned you, Richard

[thecockysniper]

@richardxoliverxmayhew | [ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood (from Richard's Mafia!AU)

"Jesus feckin' Christ," Bastian exclaims when he sees Richard. Pulling the man into his flat quickly, he then checks the street before locking the door behind them.

"The feck happen? Any of this yours, Richard?" he asks, turning around, taking hold of him, and looking him over. He knows Cardello had sent him on hit. A simple shoot-em-in-the-head type of job. But the man looked like he'd come off the set of a horror movie. Richard's not spoken a word, and he smacks him lightly on the cheek a few times, "Speak, man, come on! Tell us what happened?"

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[kingofthewebxxx]

(The Captive Audience Meme) ❛  i won’t break, so do your worst.  ❜- from richard's spy or mafia!au

Was this another one of those so determined and adamant that they would never yield to him? Or perhaps a form of hiding the fear behind his eyes, Jim would soon see. It was times like this that in Jim’s mind, you saw the true essence of a person. “How can you be so sure? Everyone has a weak point, however broken and lonely they are, in the end, there will always be something that can be used against you. That's the funny thing about people, no matter how they try to shut the pain out; to push people away or even search for others, it all ends the same. They become a potential weak spot; ones some people would love to play with but I am a master at this you see. Just to play would be such a waste, no I'm going to create art! So Richard I ask, shall we begin?” Cold eyes met the others, a smirk tugging at the side of his face.

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"I don't mean to alarm you -" Sherlock fell into step beside Richard, hands dropping to his pockets. It wasn't the best approach to starting the conversation - In his attempt to avoid any alarm he had really just added more emphasis to it. "- But there's a man following you. I spotted him three streets back, I can't tell how long he's been on your tail for." He also didn't really address how absolutely strange it was that he'd noticed it. In his defence, he currently didn't have any cases so he was absolutely parched for entertainment. "Do you know him?"

[myxtorturedxheart]

(For Sarah Manning) “Oh my god! Wha' happened to ye'?”

"A really shit day." Sarah sighed as she sat down, dapping at her lip quickly. "I'm fine. Had worse."

[wiinestories]

CLOSED STARTER | @richardxoliverxmayhew

A heavy sigh slipped from Polly's lips, frustration and concern taking over her while she was reading one of Richard's files laying on the table of his flat. From what she recalled, there was an investigation that he was tasked on that involved the club's owner, Andrew, whom was Polly's boss. Charges associated with him involved money laundering, drugs & beyond the strip club business, there were rumours of him involved with prostitution. Those assumptions from Andrew's businesses were unpleasant to her, given that she had known him for years, and she wouldn't let her findings slide without facing Richard about them. While some of them were true and Polly was unaware about them, there had to be a reason behind why he was being investigated when, often, Andrew was careful not to lead the officers of the law into his affairs. Polly tried to believe there had to be a snitch there or, possibly, Richard was the one to open that investigation.

Once she heard the door open and close, Polly got up from her seat and turned to face him, arms crossing over her chest. "What's this, Richard?" Her head tilted lightly to a side, as if she was pointing towards the files. A frown was cast over her soft features, clearly being upset over them. "Why are you messing with my job and especially my boss?"