#devilsdecade

[devilsdecade]

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[tragicblood-archived]

👗 OC in something from the 50’s (imagine Faye and Wyatt doing a 50’s photo shoot together tho 👀)

OC Outfit Meme | Accepting

||  I HEARD 50S AU. 50S AU? 50S AU!!! Of course, Wyatt had to get his pompadour @carxinogens

[norvstforthvwickvd-blog]

@devilsdecade asked: (🥃) my muse finds your muse in a bar, late at night

Hard days work being in the FBI. Especially after one that involved children. Bo didn't have many ways of coping. She refused to use drugs, she had gone through that spell before and it nearly cost her her entire career. Thankfully she was still in the feild. But she was at the bar with a glass of whiskey in her hand. It was nearing two a.m. she had been dodging calls from her friends, not wanting to talk. Probably a bad idea but, Bo had never been one to talk about her feelings. She was three glasses deep when she felt someone sit on the stool next to her. She turned her head to see Nahvee. Her fling for the last three months. "I somehow knew you'd show up here looking for me."

[addictedtoyourbeauty]

[tragicblood-a]

Word Prompts

@devilsdecade said: [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying

     The young woman leaned forward as she kneeled on rug, her dark red hair cascaded around her face, providing a curtain to hide the anguish etched onto her features. Eyes were shut tight, lips bared back, exposing her clenched teeth that promised to shatter if she didn’t ease up. Her nails dug into the flesh of her arms, threatening to break the skin if she pushed them in any deeper as she hugged herself, leaning forward until her face was mere inches from the floor. A burning sensation spread through her throat as her body started to shake and a sharp gasp forced its way from quivering lips. It was her breaking point. 

     Trembling hands moved from her arms, small crescent shaped divots left in their stead as she covered her face with them. Her voice cracked as salty tears forced their way out her eyes like a bursting dam, streaking down her face. She placed one of her hands on the corner of the couch, attempting to use it to stand up and move somewhere more secluded but struggled to find the strength to do so. Another sob broke free, leaving her gasping for air as she remained in the dark living room. 

          “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she cried while her voice cracked. Caught up in the tumultuous act, she hadn’t even noticed she was no longer alone.

[angelsmthdevil]

[vendettacanons]

⚔️ What Happens at Coachella // Closed Starter for @devilsdecade ‘s Wyatt ⚔️

If he was was being quite honest with himself- and he tended not to be for the sake ignoring the hellish reality of his life- Lucas wasn’t all that sure why he let his friends drag him along like this. To his knowledge, Coachella was some type of big gathering. Some huge outdoor party. And don’t get him wrong, when he wasn’t busy killing people for money, Lucas could rave with the best of them. Missing out on the better portion of his youth had only made him a wilder adult in his few and far between moments of downtime. It became a habit to go crazy whenever he could. And after all, he did not become the owner of a majorly successful nightclub by sitting in the sidelines and doing nothing. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t familiar with the type of security and so was worried about being recognized (he’d made sure to cover up some of his tattoos to limit the risk but there was never any guarantee), or the fact that they were out in open, exposed in a sense. An odd sense of vulnerability.

He hadn’t intended to stay long, but unfortunately, he wasn’t the driver on this little endeavor either. All he could do was wait for the other two fools he’d come with to tire themselves or make a slip that required a quick getaway. He slipped away from them just for a moment, heading to one of the quieted gated areas where security didn’t seem as tight. He figured if he was here to supposedly let loose for a bit, he might as well have a drink. A few clusters of people around in huddles trading... baggies, or pill cases or the like caught his attention. Ah. He understood then. Like him, it seemed others were looking for a more discrete area, but unlike him, they weren’t looking for legal fun. Between the beer bottle he was nursing the fact that he was already in over his head and not planning on leaving any time soon— they had arrived early intending to enjoy the festival all day long and into the night— he might as well find something to pick him up. He fished the old bubble gum case out of his inner jacket pocket, shaking out two vaguely Tic-Tac shaped doses of molly onto his palm and throwing them back with the last of his beer before tucking the case back away and heading back into the crowd.

Was this a mistake? Most likely. The LSD didn’t take long to kick in, his pupils dilating and suddenly finding the sunlight too hard. He went to tug his sunglasses from his shirt collar and put them on, only to realize he’d lost them at some point. Well shit... The music suddenly seemed so much louder, thought it was still drowned out by the incessant chatter of the crowd around him. He could have listened in on any conversation he wanted to, or at least he felt like it. Yet even still, he couldn’t seem to recognize the voices of either of his friends in crowd around him, no matter how much he listened. And he definitely wasn’t about to call out for them. He could barely hear himself think over all the noise, how would they hear him? He moved too quickly, pushing past a group of people before suddenly being jolted. He managed to catch himself in time to avoid falling, but not before bumping rather hard into someone else. Immediately, he back up and slightly raised his hands in apology. The deep smoky tones of his voice laced with a thick Polish would have been difficult to understand if he didnt have such a naturally articulate voice and he wasn’t so good at projecting it.

“My apologies, please excuse me.”

[overkilled-a]

Autumn/Halloween Starters

@devilsdecade said:  ​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞ From Wyatt to Eden

     It was roughly around eleven at night when she finally got off her double shift and began her lonely walk home. While she did own a car it was currently in the shop, having repairs done that would certainly wipe out her savings yet again. But she didn’t let that get her down or even let it worry her. As long as she could get by she was happy and if she skipped a few meals she should come out in the clear. On a brighter note, she only lived a few blocks away and had spoken a prayer before heading out to keep her protected. She was half way home a hooded figure reached out and attempted to snatch her purse from off her shoulder, holding a knife to her. 

     Had he asked she would’ve spared some money from the tips she had earned by the sudden jerk caused her to instantly hold onto the strap as fear paralyzed her. Her eyes fell on the glint of the knife as the man said something she didn’t quite comprehend. She had frozen like a deer in head lights and before she knew what happened the hooded man had been assaulted by someone else, sending him scampering back into the alley he had emerged from. Eden blinked a few times as she came to, looking to her savior. 

          “O-Oh!” She continued to blink, clutching her purse to her chest before sliding a strand of hair behind her ear. “T-Thank you....it is a bit cold,” she heard her voice crack and realized how foreign it sounded to her. “I...I can’t believe I just froze. Thank you....for helping me and for the jacket,” she felt him place the jacket over her shoulders, the heat from his body having warmed the inside enough to mimic a comforting hug. 

          “Are you okay? You weren’t hurt were you?” She asked, knowing there had to have been some kind of scuffle or exchange between the two parties.