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By Eric's door was a red, generic looking, Valentines Day card. The inside, however, was far from generic.-- Inside the words 'I can't wait to take you out for Valentines Day' was printed on, except, the final words (for Valentines Day) were scribbled out and instead replaced with the crudely written message from a certain Scottish hitman:
'....with my sniper rifle. I can't wait to take you out with my sniper rifle. Not on Valentines Day specifically, per se, but in general. Just thought I'd let you know.'
(I am really so sorry about him 😔)
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closed “starter” (lmao) for @richardxoliverxmayhew
“Bond. James Bond.”
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@warrioroflondonbelow | From HERE
For a few moments - perhaps longer than she should have - Lilith stood in the doorway, watching him fight his tie with a soft smile. It was a reminder, sometimes, how young he was. Compared to her, at least.
"Who do you think does my brother's ties?" Admittedly, he did most of them himself now, but she was always nearby to lend a hand. To him and to Richard, apparently.
Pale fingers moved quickly, practiced as they formed a perfectly centered and neat double Windsor, gently tightening it up to his collar before smoothing it down against his chest with a cold hand.
"There, now you look ever so smart." She tiptoed up to the very edge of her feet, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before dropping back down.
#Muse | Lilith#Warrioroflondonbelow#Replies#// ahhh I missed you too friend!! //#// And Lilith obviously missed Richard!!! //
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pressing a chocolate wool sleeve over her mouth, she disguised a very nervous giggle into a cough of her own. the description had been disgustingly vivid, the writer in her proud as much as it made her almost gag. ❝ yes, let’s avoid that. black tea it is. ❞ fingers tucking her tie away between the buttons of her shirt almost on reflex, she crossed her arms across her chest with a soft roll of her eyes in response.
his chatter brought a smile to her painted lips, the relative normalcy of the conversation lulling her as much as the warmth pouring from the radiator. it’s almost absent minded, her reaching for one of the shortbreads, though the sweet butteriness, for all the nip of staleness certainly couldn’t be simply left behind at the back of her mind. ❝ i’m not surprised, ❞ a note of admiration pouring into her voice, another small nibble savored, ❝ these are genuinely delicious, richard. ❞ a baker, amongst other things apparently… he seemed full of pleasant surprises, this one. she can only imagine how difficult the country’s strict rationing made it to scrounge up enough butter and sugar to spare on cookies such as this. ❝ i find i cook far more often than i bake, though i’ve not done either recently. ❞
#richardxoliverxmayhew#warrioroflondonbelow#· arc » wwii ╲ this was a people's war‚ and everyone was in it#hehehehe i missed this thread!
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" Well , I don't strike deals for maybe's . I need guarantees . Or I'll just leave you here , and we'll see how that plays out for you while I find someone else that's more willing to tell me what I need to fucking know . " Offered back with his own patronizing wink and smile . " How's that sound ? "
Open Starter: Shaken Not Stirred!AU
"Tell ye' wha', if ye' really wanna talk how 'bout we strike up a deal? Ye' get me outta' here, bring me some place safe, buy me a hot plate and a drink, and maybe then I'll tell ye' wha' ye' wanna know.-- Hell, I may even give ye' a nigh' to remember if yer' lucky," winked Richard. "First thing is first though. Get me out of this hell hole."
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WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?
"i want to be myself, but i can't."
you have a secret interest or a personality trait that others wouldn't like about you. you may have shown it off once, but it was received badly, and now like hell you're gonna be vulnerable like that again. you dream of the day where someone you like will act this way too and you can finally release this lock in your chest, although that's extremely unlikely. you feel disconnected from others' reality of yourself. it's very uncomfortable.
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Tagging: @warrioroflondonbelow @theimpalpable @origamirp, @sxmebrxs, @thc-wrong-side-of-heaven, @demon-fox, @taiinted, @havsofpleasvre and everyone else!
#I kinda disagree... If Chris were to feel this it would be about the ruthless darkness he holds inside#but the quiz makes it come out of self-consciousness when for him it's more about knowing what is socially acceptable#he's aware being too machiavelic is a 'bad thing'... hence why he waters down a lot of what comes out of him#meme:chris#trivia:chris
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WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?
"i'm hurting and help is beyond me." there's something going on with you mentally. you haven't told anyone because you don't want to drag them down with you. it kills you on the daily and you feel like you're falling apart, however, nobody's noticed. you feel like you should be thankful for that, but it just hurts more. you feel selfish and weak for wanting help, yet something deep and knotted beneath your diaphragm is screaming to let go of the pain and let someone else handle it for awhile.
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#// 'you havent told anyone' sgdfsyugfyusdh sir zoran doesn't need to tell anyone#// have you seen him? he's a mESS#// tho he does pretend to be more okay with it than he actually is tbh#;; a postponed reading [QUEUE]#;; tagged and tagging#character study. zoran
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I posted 1,075 times in 2022
That's 1,075 more posts than 2021!
348 posts created (32%)
727 posts reblogged (68%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@warrioroflondonbelow
@dontcxckitup
@henycavil
@thecreaturesofglen
@vxctorx
I tagged 1,072 of my posts in 2022
#the blog train goes queue queue - 227 posts
#ooc;the gremlin behind the curtain - 210 posts
#the warrior; - 163 posts
#there and back again;v - 139 posts
#meme - 129 posts
#answered ask; - 111 posts
#shaken not stirred;au - 69 posts
#musings; - 62 posts
#1920;au - 53 posts
#v;undetermined - 49 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#//im literally that person who's just like 'ok but there was this cool looking rock and i thought you'd like it cause its really pretty 🥺'
My Top Posts in 2022:
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//I'm sorry but.... Can we-.... Can we just appreciate how damn soft and teasing and completely Richard this gif is like??? 🙈//
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HC:
Richard has a bunch of ugly, Christmas jumpers, all of which have some sort of seasonal pun to them. Some of his favourites are:
-"Takes one to snow one" -"But wait there’s myrrh" -"A rebel without a Claus"
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devilmass asked: roddy's going to shape Richard's hair into cat ears with the hair wax 🧍or tiny devil horns and then grab a cross off the wall and pretend he's performing an exorcism
Things for Richard: ALWAYS ACCEPTING
II @devilmass
See the full post
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( Sentence Starter! Spooky Edition )
” I’m not going into a bloo'y graveyard at night, are ye' mental!?”
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My #1 post of 2022
-Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere RP Blog
-Indie RP
-Semi Selective
-Multiverse/Multiship
HOME // RULES // VERSES // BIO // OPENS
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#//not my old blog being the first source i reblogged from 🙈//#//i had A LOT of things to move on over here ahaha!//#//but heyyyy! pretty good for just beginning Richard's own blog in september! 😍//
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@warrioroflondonbelow wants an angel witch!
Light footsteps hit the polished floor boards of the house as Trinity walked around, turning all of the lights off in the big farm house that she had lived in for the past 150 years; since she was born actually. Now it was just her- obviously. But she knew it wouldn’t be for long. Grace House was a sanctuary, people came when they needed it- a witches form of church. Really anything with any sort of abilities church. Though sometimes it felt more like a candle flame, drawing them here along with the rare human. Not her though. She had been here since the day she was born and would live until she completed the transition from a maiden to a crone and then back to dirt again.
Right now though she was still a maiden and this was still her church to watch over. Opening the door she picked up a book and moved out the front door onto the large wrap around porch. Sitting in the porch swing as she looked out at the tree lined street that ran 3 miles before it came to the dirt road that would not connect to the county. Way back when they had settled here it had been nothing but swamp land, now she could see lights coming down the dirt road, peeking through the cypress. A little smile touched her lips. She opened her book as she waited, reading a page as they got closer and closer.
“I was expecting you sooner,” She admitted.
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@warrioroflondonbelow | From HERE
"Fuck!" Mary's heels twisted as she stumbled back against the cobblestones, one hand grabbing the wall beside her for balance as she looked at the man bleeding out in front of her. Thoughts swirled through her head, three plans of action forming before she even moved.
She could call the police. But then she would have to explain what SHE was doing, out alone at night with a few thousand dollars and several knives in her purse, wandering away from a shady club. No, she that wouldn't do. She couldn't risk it.
She could leave him for dead. A tempting thought, and one she lent towards for a moment - but then the small amount of GOOD in her won out, a rare moment of humanity cracking through.
And so that left the third option.
Two hours later and Richard was laying across a booth in the empty strip club, Mary sat opposite in her fur coat and sipping on her milkshake, a medical textbook open and a spiralling scrawl of notes coming from her sleek black pen.
As he stirred she looked up from her work.
"If you're going to sit up do it carefully, or you'll pull your stitches." A page was flicked in the book casually. "And I didn't waste my time doing them for you to rip them out."
#Warrioroflondonbelow#Mary Mason | I'm Changing Specialities#Queue | Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here#// I hope this is okay! I picked Mary but if you wanted anyone else I can make a new one! //
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It was rare that G was gone for more than a few nights since ascending to head of MI6 but there were still those times. What wasn’t rare was Wendy taking shifts in the ICU or children’s wards to avoid the empty flat. Though she was caught off guard with the familiar face laying in bed 6. Nine. The man who had broken into her home, but still there was a sense of sorrow for the man. He hadn’t truly meant her any harm. Just wanted to know his boss, granted he should have known everything about him already. Pulling the tablet with his chart she read. Richard Oliver Mayhew....... and so she read.
Going into his room she started double checking the monitors, vitals, and medications. Everything seemed fine, but curiosity still perked. Just what was a special agent doing in her icu?
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@richardxoliverxmayhew cont. from (X)
Even after Eric had let go, Richard kept his arm wrapped tightly around the other, his hand occasionally offering an assuring pat or two against the side of Eric’s arm, as if he were giving him a physical reminder. ‘I’m here… I’m not leavin’ ye’. I’m righ’ here…’ As much as he wanted to tell Eric his plan, he bit his tongue and said nothing. Instead, he just let Eric cry. He could only begin to imagine how long the likes of somebody like Eric F. Brandon had been holding back those tears. Still, it didn’t matter how brave you were. Sometimes, that was all you could do. Cry. Eventually, Eric spoke. He was on board, or at least he would be willing to hear the Scotsman out. Thank god.– At the mention of him lying, however, Richard tilted his head in confusion. “Wha’ do ye’ mean?” he rasped. As the truth tumbled out, Richard gave Eric’s arm a gentle squeeze before he could even dare to finish that sentence. “–Absolutely not. I a’ready told ye’, Eric, I’m gonna make sure ye’ get outta’ this hell hole alive. I promised ye’, didn’t I?” And Richard Oliver Mayhew always kept his promise. “At least tha’ way ye’ can tell yer’ Da’ yer’self. Besides, I can a’ready tell ye’ tha’ yer’ Da’ would be more than proud of ye’. Why wouldn’t he be? At this point, ye’ have the makin’s of comin’ back a war-hero, like we always talked ‘bout. And if for some reason he’s not then talkin’ some sense into him will be the first thing I’m gonna do when we get outta’ here,” he offered a small but warm smile.
“And, for wha’ it’s worth, I can tell ye’ righ’ now tha’ I’m proud,” Richard added, his voice something of a squeak now, his blue gaze unflinching. Honest. Sincere. “Proud of everythin’ you’ve done,” he continued slowly. “Proud tha’ yer’ my friend. Proud of us.”
It had all just been an act. Boasting about his own bravery, about how he didn’t have a single care in the world – and the story about him enlisting just for fun because he had been drunk out of his mind had been made up completely, too. Truth is, Eric was just a boy. A boy who wanted his cold-hearted father’s attention and approval, if only for a short, fleeting moment. He didn’t care about others’ opinions, what the neighbors were thinking about him; about being a war hero, as Richard said. He just wanted his father to be proud of him for once.
He sniffed and wiped the tears away with his sleeve, then his gaze shifted over to meet Richard’s. Even with the difficulties in the beginning – he had quickly become hjis best friend. Nodding his head, he wrapped his arms around him once more, then finally let off him. “So wh—wha’s yer plan?”
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The card had no name on it. In fact it almost looked like a blank piece of paper… That is until one were to open it and a burst of confetti catapults right at the receivers face, before the rather bland phrase, “it is your birthday” is seen printed on the inside.
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His expression is blank as he stares at the card still in his hands, and the confetti so colourful it burns into his eyes. Really, he doesn’t know what he expected. Well. Still better than the nightmare of a singing card he got last year, though…
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❛ do i have any choice? ❜ (Again, for any muse you would like! <3)
@warrioroflondonbelow | Aurora
"We ALWAYS have the choice." Aurora's hands stilled, fingertips covered in ash slowly moving away from his face to fall back in her lap.
Between them, the candle burned brightly, a few half-burned herbs and ingredients laying on the ground. A sigil already drawn in the dry dirt and dust.
"If you do not want to be part of el hechizo? Walk away." Aurora's tone wasn't intended as rude, even if it came across a little short - a warning that he would need to leave the room if he wanted OUT.
"I do not make you do la magia if you do not want, but I still do it."
#Muse | Aurora#Richardxoliverxmayhew#Ask Response#// Ahh - I hope Aurora is okay! Imagine it either in the verse we used to use or a modern one - I'm not picky! //
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hardly taken aback, the journalist remained silent as her umbrella dripped onto the mat, her dark brows easing upwards the only reaction to the detective’s dry, relatively even keeled, tirade. this was a song and dance she found herself minueting through more often than she could count, as often a burst of bluster as it held real objections on the part of the one standing in her path. and so, she merely listened, waiting for when a crack might present itself and then…
her lips spread into a sweet smile as the older man stepped into view, a chance burgeoning from his expression at the younger man’s explanation. it took years of practice for the triumph of correctly clocking the situation to not bleed onto her expression. perhaps the head detective wouldn’t be so courteous if mayhew hadn’t so royally messed up, clearly within earshot of the man no less.
she almost felt bad for the younger… constable as it turned out. now that earned the man a singularly raised brow for a heartbeat before turning a very warm smile on the detective. ❝ of course not, sir, but thank you nevertheless. i had hoped to not come at too bothersome a time, rain or not. ❞
closing her umbrella and stepping inside the door as the older man left, she turned to the constable with knitted brows. ❝ i don’t know whether i should be offended or not at the blatancy of your lies, but i shall choose to not be. ❞ neither would she note them in her report, however, katherine felt quite put out. it was one thing to conceal the facts of the situation - that she nearly expected - but to lie about who he was on the case. ❝ if you’d be so kind as to tell me what you’re allowed to, i’ll be out of your hair. ❞
#richardxoliverxmayhew#warrioroflondonbelow#· arc » roaring twenties ╲ the beginning and the end of everything#wELL#if you still want this XD
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His blue gaze noticed the flower in Eric’s hand. Richard couldn’t help but think of how pretty it would look behind Millie’s ear, or, perhaps, tangled in her gorgeous hair. The Scotsman couldn’t but be slightly taken aback by Eric’s answer. Was that tension due to fear, he heard in Eric’s voice? Or was it something else? Had he seen how comfortable he and Millie had gotten last night? Surely, Eric wouldn’t hold it again him? As far as Richard was concerned the two were merely being polite. That’s all it was…. Surely. “I’m not gettin’ too close to her. Who said anythin’ ‘bout me gettin’ too close?–And besides, when have ye’ ever had an issue with Millie’s ‘profession’. I mean, ye’ ne’er had any complaints ‘bout it in the past. Why bring it up now?” he inquired, arching a brow up at the other. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is, wha’ with everythin’ goin’ on, if ye’ or she feels like she needs extra protection… Just-… I don’t mind standin’ guard. After all, we don’t know wha’ this killer is truly capable of. He could have his eyes and ears everywhere and we wouldn’t know.”
Little did the likes of Richard Oliver Mayhew know, he was completely right, for there, just a short distance off, was a man hidden in plain sight, purchasing a new copy of the paper from one of the street boys. The type of man who blended perfectly into mundane. The type of man one wouldn’t ideally spare a sideways glance of. The type of man who had his eyes set on the curious Irishman and Scotsman who seemed oddly interested in his recent, nightly deeds. ‘Ripper Strikes Again’, the paper read. Ripper? Is that what they were calling Him? Ripper. Had something of a ring to it, didn’t it?
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If looks could kill, Eric’s glare at the other would have murdered him on the spot. Of course he would let Richard stand guard in front of his home where Millie could see him the entire time…what kind of delusions did that man have? Eric wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t stupid – he had seen their flirting the night before, and heard Millie’s constant praising him. She was shameless and didn’t give a damn about her husband’s feelings. Granted, they were married on the paper, to make things easier for each other, but he still loved her; something she either didn’t see, or simply chose to ignore.
“Don’t make a fool outta yerself,” Eric hissed. He let the flower drop to the ground and turned his back on Richard to glance down the street. Where the hell were those little urchins?
“I been wantin’ her ta quit tha’ bloo’y job for a whoile,” Eric explained. “It’s too dangerous.” And he didn’t like the thought of other men touching her – much less doing it in their home.
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