#rc sins of london

[steklo77]

[romance-club-daily]

Romance Club MC's as Greek deities:

Irene as Hecate:

Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft 🔮🌟

Hecate (or Hekate) is a goddess in ancient Greek religion and mythology, most often shown holding a pair of torches, a key, snakes, or accompanied by dogs, and in later periods depicted as three-formed or triple-bodied. She is associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, light, magic, protection from witchcraft, the Moon, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, graves, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery. Hecate was the only child of the Titans Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea. Irene was chosen as Hecate because of her connection to magic and witchcraft in her story, Sins of London.

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🎃 For Spooky season - some Halloween art from RC’s instagram 🍁

[geraldofallon]

Romance Club stories and the love interests I romanced on the first playthrough

[saskieenkeli]

I think my type is funny/party/asshole guys from whom you only expect entertainment and in the end it turns out that they have more depth than the others and you just sit in love. They live in my head rent-free.

[mxtchbyx]

Romance Club

While trying to change phones I overwrote my progress and now my account is reset. I have tried several times to get help from the support function on the app but receive no response. I'm fucking gutted.

I had a 400+ day login streak but what's more is the financial investment in diamond choices and finished stories that is now just... gone...

I know its just a game but to have to restart all these stories ive already finished... I'm just sad about this.

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Realising Abigail was our knight and shining armour all along 😔✨

[squishywizardd]

SOL gang conducting a medical examination before a mission:

Glashtyn: You don’t smoke, correct?

Gray: Only after sex ;)

Sherlock, writing notes on a clipboard: Subject has never smoked a day in his life

[anamorozov]

[blackknight-100]

Fic for rchalloweekend, an event hosted by @rc-appreciationweeks

Long before she becomes a thief, lost on the road when fleeing from her aunt, Irene meets the undead.

Warnings: Mentions of horror and gore, spooky, implied strangulation

It was a cold, dark night. Little Irene clutched her tattered coat closer to her emaciated body, shivering. From time to time, she lifted her head to gaze up at the sky, heavy with angry black clouds. The year’s first snow was yet to fall, but it often drizzled. Irene had no wish to feel the chill of the drops seeping through her thin clothes and slithering across her spine, so she picked up her pace and shuffled on faster.

The little legs of an impoverished girl were not, however, meant to outrun the vagaries of nature, and when freezing et drops began falling, all Irene could think of was how stupid she was for running away from the shelter of her aunt’s home.

‘There I would have a roof over my head,’ she thought miserably, ‘and perhaps hot soup to warm up.’

But there was none to be found here. A light mist rose from the ground, and Irene stumbled around a corner and into the gap between two houses. It was quieter there, and damper, though she found there was a dry little nook at the very end she could fit herself into.

Irene stuffed herself into it, folding her legs under her and tucking her little hands into her armpits for warmth. A soft, stinging breeze whistled through the gap, chilling her to the bones. A dog’s long, plaintive howl filled the air.

The mist thickened. Something fell on her head – soft, like a moth landing – and Irene jumped. She touched her hair, but it was wet from soaked in snow and she could not feel anything, so she settled back again.

The dog howled again – high and mournful. Far away, a girl screamed. The mist thickened. Irene shivered. Then, something fell on her head again.

Irene lifted her hand up and patted her head. Nothing.

“Hello?” Irene called out.

Something wet and sloppy fell on her hand. A chill ran down her spine. Slowly, she looked up. Above her two glowing eyes blinked. As her eyes got used to the dark, Irene noticed the stringy hair and the gaping mouth. Yellow, rotting teeth gleamed. A drop of saliva dripped on her face.

Irene screamed. She jumped up and crawled out as fast as she could, scraping her hands on the ground. The dog howled, much closer. Faraway, a horse neighed. The creature dragged itself out of the alley.

“Reeeeee!” it cackled. Irene screamed again. Horror paralyzed her legs. Her heart pounded like drums and her brain begged her body to move, but all she could do was stand there, frozen. The monster before her stepped out into the light.

She – if it could be called such – was big and bloated, with a hollow for her nose and long, wet, stringy hair. Rags clung to her body, and above her left breast, right where her heart must have once been, was a gaping hole that wept blood. Her gleaming eyes were the same colour as her rotting teeth.

“Kekekeke!” she shrieked in delight, baring her jaws and holding out her hand to the little girl.

Irene screamed again. Her legs nearly gave out under her, but she righted herself, turned around and ran. Tears filled her eyes, blurring the sight of cobbled paths already treacherous with melting snow. Footsteps followed her, quickening to a run. Somewhere ahead, she heard hoofbeats.

“Help!” she screamed, praying it was a passing carriage. “Please, help me!”

Hands tangled in her hair, then pulled. Irene fell on her knees, choking on sobs. The sweet, sickening smell of rot filled her nostrils. A drooling, savage face peered into her. Claws wrapped around her neck and squeezed. Irene’s vision blackened. Just before she lost consciousness, she heard a horse neigh.

[romance-club-mk]

When Irene and Glashtyn met for the first time in S1:

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5th-7th April/2023

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[laptopcius]

FINALLY we got cg, on which Glashtyn looks like himself 😍

[a-consuming-passion]

Well, this isn't exactly Dickens material, is it? 😔

[wxndine]

wow talk about rushed ending

[thisghosts-obsessions-again]

Oh Gray, I look forward to your character development but as you are now I still want to punch you 🤦‍♀️