#wickedgamc

[shelbysdevil]

🌷

Be my valentine from here

🌷 to kiss my muse

Tommy always adored looking at her. That perfect shape of her body, the intriguing eyes that captivated him so easily, the blonde hair framing her beautiful face like she was a piece of art that was just made for him and still out of his reach, forbidden to be touched. Sometimes minutes passed with him just standing there, either in the entrance of the pub or right at the counter where he stood now while everyone had left, clinging to his glass of whisky as if it was his last chance to hold back from touching her and still he wanted it so much. There was a feeling in his chest telling him that she wanted the same as she smiled at him, like always when their eyes met it felt like a kind of magic he didn’t face before but was unable to escape and even if he couldn’t remember it, he must’ve emptied his glass and now walked behind the counter.

Without a word he just placed his hand on her cheek, ignoring the fact that she still had to clean up for the closing like he did so many times before and just focused on her face. Her beautiful, soft skinned face he expected to burn up in flames whenever a devil like him got too close to something so sacred. He didn’t talk and didn’t notice that she freed her hands to lay them against his chest, another heavy moment of silence between them before she raised on her toes to kiss his lips. Tommy never knew what it was exactly that made him always hesitate with her. What always made him wait until she did the first step like she was giving him the absolution. But something told him that he needed to wait and see, expect the worst in form of a rejection or worse a kind of punishment coming from god or whoever who would force him to pay for his sins like touching an Angel and still none of his fears came true by now.

It was a simple kiss, a short one that was just her first step signaling him it was alright and even if he didn’t dare to close his eyes for it before, he now pulled her face close again to close their lips another time and leaned his weight into their touch under all the tension which pressed her back against the sink. This was his way of kissing her back, of proving her that what they felt was real for both of them and soon the former shy kiss from her was turnt into something devious and led from a passion that was burning in his veins for her as he kept swallowing her lips with finally closed eyes.

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[sarawritesx]

starter for @wickedgamc​​

Clio knew her people suffered, so she did with them, as well. It was said to her by a healer whom delved deep into the dark side of magic that the woman was cursed right after Clio gave birth to a stillborn. But no one really gave her any answers on how to deal with it, how to make it all go away, the following death of her husband only pushed her more into the abyss of madness. The platinum blonde woman was getting upset with the knowledge of it, having to live with it, and things deeply affected those around her. She started looking for answers everywhere, did some questionable things to try and find an answer, or a solution. But everywhere she went, everything she did, brought her to a dead end. 

The only answer she got which required her to wait was that the answer will be shown to her, she’ll see in some form and go look for it. It was very vague, Clio couldn’t know what the person was talking about, so she kept on looking, until one day she had a dream about it. The Craigh na Dun. With a small group of people leaving to find the said place which wasn’t on any of the known maps, her search was long, exhausting, even lost one of the guards along the way. But then she found it, while they rested on the camp site; she could almost hear something in the air calling out for her, so Clio got up and let it guide her. Finding the stone structure, she felt anxious, confused, as to what kind of answer it was supposed to give her. 

And then, it happened. The weather changed, it got so dark and windy, and as Clio tried to leave the circle of stones and go back to camp, something wasn’t letting her. There was a scream, everything turned white all of the sudden, blinding her, what followed was hard for her to describe. It was like she was stuck, somewhere in between, just floating. She could see so much, things that were hard to explain, and then it all went black. Clio woke up in the same place, on the grass, but the grass wasn’t as green as it was when she came here. And it was colder, a lot more so as goosebumps covered her pale arms, Clio had nothing but a dark blue dress on her body. 

Gathering herself up, Clio looked around herself and ran back towards the camp. Only that she couldn’t find one there. Was she lost? No, this was where they stayed and now they were gone... how long was she out for? She shouted the names of the guards she was here before, the right hand of hers as well, but there was no answer. Panic was settling in and she continued walking, maybe they were looking for her as well? She went on until Clio heard horses in the distance, her first instinct being to hide. The men she saw riding them she didn’t recognize, the clothes they had on was odd, to say at least. It looked like they were looking for someone, and Clio kept low, her hands freezing cold but she was willing herself to stay calm and focus, she had to stay sane if she wanted to find her people. 

[mettleborn-a]

Plotted starter for @wickedgamc

Libya, Mexico, Washington, Amsterdam, London, Minsk, Berlin. Duncan has travelled far over the past few weeks, fulfilling contract after contract, all supplied by Damocles, all high-profile targets, Sheiks, dictators, senators, politicians and celebrities, the kind of deaths that easily attract unwanted attention. The contact he met in London a week ago finally confirmed his suspicions; MI6 have been attempting to track his movements and have sent their best agent to entrap him. The information supplied by Vivian is limited; indeed, he has only a name; Lorraine Broughton and a photograph revealing a beautiful blonde, one who looks fairly formidable and indeed, is. She nearly caught up with him in Minsk and he is convinced she has followed him here to Berlin. Quite how she is managing to track him, he hasn’t yet been able to determine and that is what he needs to know. Lying low, it seems, is not a viable option and so, the Black Keizer has been forced to take matters into his own hands.

The dossier in his pack is a fake, the target false, and Vizla has planted it carefully, encrypting it across multiple networks so that her intelligence agency would have had to work very hard to find it and link it directly to him. Jonas Meyer is a German arms dealer, but unlike the intelligence fed to Lorraine and her associates, he is not due to be attending an illicit business meeting in a warehouse in Lichtenberg tonight and he is not due to be assassinated. No; it is Duncan alone who is waiting up in the rafters with a sniper rifle, surrounded by a fast array of weaponry set to automatically target any movement but his own. 

Patiently he waits for Lorraine to finally show her face.  

[ophelia-hendrix]

Starter for @wickedgamc​

Walking along the boards laid on the ground, the hem of her dress stained from the mud that seeped up on the side of the wood as she walked. The rain was pouring down once again, some days she thought it would never stop. Opening the door to the barrack, the smell was something that didn’t take her by surprise anymore, they couldn’t air out when it was raining as the drops would hit those under the windows. 

Hanging up her cape on the hook on the wall it was her turn to do the rounds. Stopping by one of the beds she picked up the piece of paper attached to his bed, it gave her the name of the soldier and his rank. It told her what regiment he was from, but they sometimes passed or were sent to home England before she could learn anything besides a name. The bandage didn’t look clean, it made her wonder what the volunteers had been doing all day. 

“How are you feeling this afternoon?” she asked the man with a smile. 

[wrathfulmercy]

Plotted starter for @wickedgamc

It wasn’t the first time that Rick had gotten assigned to take care of the education for the newbies at their department even if he was the leading sheriff already and chose his colleague Abraham to take over the education. Sometimes his friend was still asking for the chiefs advice and maybe it wasn’t the right decision to choose him for this department since Abraham wasn’t exactly the most common with the paperwork or rules, but on the other hand Rick usually didn’t mind to support him whenever time allowed it cause he could get the best overview about who was really made for this job and who wasn’t and Abraham still was so much better in social interactions compared to him after all.

Today Ruby was the one he should take care of and even if the newly divorced sheriff always felt awkward around women, especially pretty ones, as long as they had a mission to focus on it shouldn’t be a problem, but little did he know how much this one would challenge him.

“Calm down, you got this.” he told himself before leaving his office, taking a deep breath before he found her sitting with Abraham at his desk. “Miss Ryder?” he said and cleared his throat, avoiding to look at her eyes directly and instead just knocking on the desk gesturing at her to follow him. “You’ll go with me today. We have a crime scene to look at and I want us to be the first ones arriving so you get used to the process.” Without even looking back he noticed that Abraham was whispering some stuff to her, probably warning her about the “stressed out broken man” like he often saw himself as. Of course he wasn’t that much broken from the divorce since it had been coming a long way, but Rick couldn’t deny that being a married man and living the average life in a house planning to get a family had always been the only thing he imagined for himself and sometimes it was hard to accept that this apparently wasn’t what destiny planned for him. Sometimes like today he was too full of thoughts that he even was still wearing his wedding band just because it was such a habit to him that he forgot to take it off after losing himself in memories the night before.

While waiting for Ruby to join him in the car, he rested his elbow against the window and looked outside until he heard her sitting down on the passengers seat. “Since it’s the first time we’re working together I just want to mention that I don’t like this annoying boss talking most people have towards me. I’m your colleague like everyone else is in here and I don’t want you to feel looked down at, alright? So I’d prefer if you just call me Rick. When we’re at the location it’s Grimes for you, you okay with that?” For the first time now he turnt his head to look at her clearly and immediately noticed those big blue eyes staring at him with all the excitement he once had for his job as well. Or was it about the job? It better would be or he would feel highly uncomfortable right now. “Keep that fire going Ryder and you’ll just do fine. Just show me what you got.” And with that he looked back to the front and turnt the key to start the engine.

[bxdhabiits]

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the door opened and scarlett faltered for a second. she really should have changed before coming over. “hey...-sorry to bother you at all. i was hoping i could ask you for a favor?” a pause and then she batted the end of her skirt as she wasn’t sure what else to do with her hands in that moment. “nothing too big, i promise.”

[rahge-a]

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[ 📲 ─ kazuma-san 💕 ] i used to have a weird tinder date that texted me twenty times a day when i didn't respond .

[ 📲 ─ kazuma-san 💕 ] you're exactly like him . 🤢

[ 📲 ─ kazuma-san 💕 ] if you're so worried about me why don't you come to my house ?

[ 📲 ─ kazuma-san 💕 ] i broke a finger .

[justacomedy-archived]

— The stark walls in this place have closed in on him time and time again; four blank canvases in his eyes that act like projector screens and he watches his life play out on them as his mind sinks deeper into a black hole and projects his memories onto them as if he were sat in a movie theatre. To others, he’d be sat on his bed staring at a blank wall, but for him, this was his entertainment. He was watching vivid memories broadcasted out onto the walls like a movie. He’d laugh; the comedy that is his life played out on a relentless cycle on repeat and his grip on reality has loosened so much that he’s starting to think that this is normal. That everyone does this. Overly medicated and delirious, he’s brought into a therapy room for a second attempt at speaking to a therapist many weeks after murdering the last. They must have finally found someone who wasn’t too afraid to sit alone in a room with him; it’s been a lonely few months for Arthur.

— It’s made apparent that he doesn’t care to be here; talking to a therapist wasn’t something that he requested, but it’s something that they are forcing him to do. They just want to poke and prod at his mind as if he were some sort of lab rat- he’d much rather remain in his room and be left alone until he rots and they can stuff his body into a body bag and toss it into the crematorium. He disregards the sound of the door opening, emerald eyes remain latched onto the white and gray speckled linoleum floor as he listened to the thymic sound of a woman’s shoes stepping their way towards the chair across the table from him. Her steps were much lighter than the sounds of the men walking the halls; guards assigned to the solitary ward were much larger than she. And stronger. “Let me guess.” he decides to speak first, cigarette smoke slithering from between dry, thin lips with every word as his eyes finally lift from the ground and settling onto her eyes. “You-” there’s a slight pause as the cogs in his mind struggle to keep up with his own speech, brows lifting created thick wrinkles across his forehead as he’s trying to get the words out. “just want to dissect my brain, don’t you?” He’s already sure that she doesn’t truly care about him; none of the staff here cares about the wellbeing of the patients, after all. The services at Arkham lack so much quality that it doesn’t even meet the bare minimum and the city doesn’t even care enough to do anything about it. Like every other employee here, she’s just here for a paycheck. @wickedgamc​