#richy rogers

[incorrectnessduskwood]

Jessy: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Richy: My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call.

Jake: It’s called connotations.

Dan: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty."

MC: Great news! Language is now banned!

[giu-world]

Jessy: Everybody has their obsessions. I'm fascinated with books, ancient legends and trouble, Cleo loves kitchen and cooking, Richy loves set on fire things like mines and Jake loves MC.

Thomas: But does he love MC as much as Cleo loves cooking?

Jessy: I found that Jake watches MC while she sleeps.

Jake:

MC:

Jake: We have agreed to never mention this again.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Richy is a complete arsehole he is supposed to be our friend and yet he did what he did it can not be forgiven

[slytherinlizzy]

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.2

Mc: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Jake: *turns to Richy* How tall are you?

[iiiandyiii]

Okay, I really want to know why Hannah sent mc's number to Thomas. That's not the only question I want to know answer but let's talk about that one for now.

SPOILERS

1. Did she really knew mc?

Maybe at some point of their life they knew each other and Hannah knew that mc can help??? I don't think this was possible but it's quite interesting theory.

2. Did she wanted to send Jake's or another person's number but got a few digits wrong?

In this case I guess she wanted to tell Thomas that Jake can help, but got a few digits wrong and Richy noticed it and deleted the message, but Thomas was able to read it before it got deleted.

3. Was Hannah really the one who send mc's number or it was Richy or Jake?

If it was Richy I guess he would do this to divert suspicion, but then Jake deleted the message.

Or if it was Jake why would he do this? How does he know our number? If in the past mc wasn't famous for their detective abilities then it doesn't makes sense. But if it was really him, then I think Richy was the one who deleted the message.

4. It's not that important, but I think there's a little possibility that Hannah herself deleted the message that she sent because she didn't want Richy to notice the number. But I don't think that's really what happened. That thought just appeared while I was writing all this.

5. did Hannah really want to send our number and not something else?

Maybe a location? That's a weird guess but knows, guys, who knows...

Gosh, I really hope that we will find answer to this in Moonvale.

Let me know what you think about it cuz I'm interested and seriously feel like my head going to explode from thinking. Also sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language :3

[xxmaskedgirlxx]

Richy, The Man without a face.

[kimberly-campbell]

That's a little art of Richy from Duskwood I made last night. I hope you'll like it!

I'm not very skilled yet (as you can see😅) but I hope it'll get better soon

P.S. In loving memory of my shoulder that still hurts a bit after a night of drawing on the bed🤣🥲

[duskwood-disco]

Imagine Richy being like "it's just a prank bro" 😜🤪😜

The prank:

[barracuda677]

-I'M FUCKING SOBBING-

[ameliawarnerr]

Criminal Haven

Prologue

—The Leader—

A distant voice calls for me. My reluctance to open my eyes, though, is nothing new. When I'm sleeping, I'm meant to be alone. The knowledge that I'm not kills any desire to open my eyes.

“MC!”

My eyes snap open unwillingly. As discomfort and swelling pain spread across various portions of my body, I blink many times. My back is against some hard metal. Some dust particles fly into my eye. My eye crinkles as I try to reach it with my palm. My hands are restrained and as I whirl it around, I find I'm handcuffed. To a chair.

“MC.” The tone has softened.

When I turn to see where it is coming from, I see another man bound to a chair. I look around– four more people are seated in a circle, bound to chairs with the same metal cuffs. They’re all awake. They’re all in the dark about what is happening.

The only person who seems to be in control even in this situation is the guy to my left. If he is even afraid of anything, it is hard to tell. It appears as though he is scheming something. I'm unsure if he can sense my gaze or if he is purposefully dodging it.

I jerk my eyes away from him as they land on a well-known face.

“Richy?” I shout, my surprise muffling my voice. I'm sure I should be experiencing a thousand different emotions after seeing him. And the fact that relief predominates is not surprising to me.

The remainder of the heads suddenly turn towards me. I don't give them any thought. "You're still alive." I say. Thank goodness I didn't sound like I was asking a question.

Richy’s quiet.

“You shouldn't be.” The only girl besides me speaks. She makes no effort to conceal the resentment and venom in her voice. Hannah.

Richy droops his head and remains silent.

I feel someone's eyes on me. It’s the fifth guy, I have no clue who he is. When I glance at him, his mouth slightly opens. Like he's debating if he should say something or not. He's about to say something but someone cuts him off.

“Looks like I have all my subjects ready now.” The tormenting voice is loud. All of us look around the room, trying to find where it's coming from. There are four speakers in each corner.

“Shall we begin with a little introduction? Who should we begin with, then? How about the connecting thread?”

We all stare at each other in perplexity, not knowing who is being discussed. Save for the guy to my left, he remains composed as if he knows.

“The key.” He adds. My eyes enlarge. The only person who called me that was—

The guy who previously avoided looking at me, gulps hard. For the first time, he lets his face show a little of what he's feeling: fear. He knows that voice is speaking of me. There's only one way he could've known.

“MC. The key. The eloquent leader who everyone turns to.” He says while his tone insinuates something totally different.

“But whom does the leader rely on?” He asks.

All of us are silent. Others because they are speechless. I, since I am aware of whom I rely on.

“That brings us to our next subject. Jake Donfort.”

Richy, Hannah and I share a look. I turn to the dark-haired guy. He is no longer wary like he was in my introduction. His expressions are grim with a little to no salience.

“The hacker. The backbone who prefers to operate covertly.”

The guy I'm assuming to be Jake is pretending as if he's not paying attention at all. Like he's already contemplating how to escape. Now, there's no doubt.

“Jake,” I whisper to him.

“Not now.” He says, without sparing me a glance.

“Moving forward,” the voice continues. “The murderer who became a victim to her own partner in crime.” Both Hannah and Richy have gone stiff. While Richy’s face is hidden from my view, Hannah’s eyes are bloodshot. “Hannah Donfort.”

“And the partner in crime, the kidnapper, the traitor.” Behind the chair, Richy’s tied hands clench into fists. “Richy Roger.”

“The last of my subjects. Well, how about I let him be a little mystery? All I'll tell you about him is: he's an old friend of our beloved leader.”

My old friend?

“Very different personalities. Such contrasting priorities. But do you realise what you all share?”

Silence.

“Crime. You’re all bloody criminals. Another thing all have in common, despite your crimes and rotten insides, you put your pretty exterior out there and society accepts you. Despite your shabby hearts, there are people who'd love you. Always. But allow me to give you a little tip. This place you find yourselves captivated in. It's your safe haven, your home. You stay here, you stay clean. You put a step outside this place, I'll ruin you all. Your crimes will be made public with ten times more cruelty that you might have shown while committing the crime. Your lives will be ruined. Enjoy your stay.”

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I wanted to have a posture of the title for this fic. But as it turns out, I'm not so good at it. I did manage to make it but everytime I add it here, the quality becomes shitty. Is someone willing to help with the posture (just the header sort of thing + chapter titles banner). Of course, i will give credits in each post.

Hit me up if u r willing to help me.

Thanks for reading.

:)

[incorrectnessduskwood]

Dan: That sounds like a terrible plan. Jake: Oh, we've had worse.

[giu-world]

MC looking at Jessy: She taught me kindness

MC looking at Jake: He taught me cunning

MC looking at Richy playing with a lighter in a mine full of gasoline: and Richy...he taught me that some grown men are f*cking Stupid. RICHY!! PUT THAT LIGHTER DOWN NOW!! If you wanna burn to death, JUST ASK!

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Seriously what was the point in this? Richy you are a complete idiot

[yubiina]

Duskwood x Moonvale trailer TEASER, just a lil sneak peak of what I'm working on!

This is a 2nd trailer to the first one I ever did, when ep 9 was still in the making.

[mysteriouslover1516]

IMAGINE:

As the young mechanic headed back to his shop, he couldn't help but feel somewhat remorseful for how far he was taking this whole situation. Why couldn't he just confess to it all? He sighed as he approached the garage door, the blood red paint smeared in the signature mark of the raven. If he hadn't had felt so guilty about leading everyone astray, he would have felt pretty good about how precise the form and body of the bird had turned out. Brushing those thoughts aside, he quickly clicked on MC's contact.

Uhm, MC? I think I might have a problem

After sending the photo, he waited for MC's response. He already knew she was still online, meaning she would receive the message almost immediately. Why did he send the photo to MC first? Because she would provide an alibi for him, the video call providing witness that Richy was at the dare house when his shop was marked. His left hand found its way to his blonde, tousled hair as he started to run his fingers through it, a nervous twitch he had developed ever since he was ten. He felt guilty for using MC like this, especially since he had recently started to have feelings for her. He was using the girl he liked to his advantage, using her so he wouldn't be seen as a suspect. Oh god, what kind of monster was he becoming?

Ok, that's definitely a problem

MC took the bait, he had snagged her on his hook. Afterall, why wouldn't she believe him? There was nothing suspicious against him yet, meaning MC would trust him whole-heartedly. Not to mention it helped that he knew she had developed feelings for him as well.....

After sharing the picture with Jessy and the others, further reinforcing the group to follow the lead of the MWAF, Richy was just about to log off.

Take care of yourself

Richy smiled sadly as he read MC's message. Of course she was worried, in her mind's eye he was being threatened by a mad man, someone who would not stop to finish what was warranted. He hated that he was playing with her emotions, even though all he wanted to do was guard and protect them, to be entrusted with them; but here he was fumbling around and using them to his advantage.

Sure

One day everything would be okay, one day he would be able to love her without feeling guilty, right? Or at least he hoped.........No, he was bound to have a good ending, he could feel it.

[slytherinlizzy]

Duskwood Incorrect Quotes pt.23

Mc: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Jessy: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Richy: Meet me in the Denny's parking lot for a wizard duel.

Dan: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Jake: What the fuck is wrong with you people?