In my head I still pay for it

Indepenent historical shows Multimuse, mutuals only and medium acitivy. Peaky Blinders, Downton Abbey.

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DID YOU MISS ME? WALK ON WATER JUST TO KISS ME?

PEAKY BLINDERS — Tommy Shelby & Mummy Issues

[shelbysdevil]

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[pale-asks]

tell me how you feel about me on anon!

🌞 - i really like your blog! 🌙 - you’re really cute!  ✨ - i love seeing you on my dash! ☄️ - we don’t talk, but i wish we did! ❄️ - you’re my best friend! 🌸 - you’re really sweet! 💫 - you’re super talented! ⭐️ - you have a nice aesthetic!  🌹 - i have a crush on you! 💐 - i wish i could take care of you when you’re sad! 💥 - you seem a little bit intimidating! 🔥 - you need to stop being so hard on yourself! 🍂 - i don’t like you very much! 🌈 - i think i really like you… 

[happyorsadmultimuse]

Haley Reinhart - Can't Help Falling In Love (Official Audio)

Featured on Haley Reinhart's album #BETTER - available for download & streaming: http://smarturl.it/HaleyReinhartBetterWritten by: Luigi Creatore, Hugo Peret...

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[minacixusarchived-blog]

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

inspired by here.

[nofckingfighting]

‘There was a time when we’d say nothing afterwards because we didn’t have to say anything. But now we’ve got nothing left to say.’

Peaky Blinders | 6.05 “The Road to Hell”

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@happyorsadmultimuse

[nofckingfighting]

‘Stop, Tommy. Fսcking stop!’

Peaky Blinders | 6.03 “Gold”

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[happyorsadmultimuse]

Alexandra Mary Stark fc: Eva Green

Known as Alexa in her family, she is the oldest of the four Stark sisters. The oldest daughter of the aristocratic Stark family patriarch Augustus Stark and his wife Clarisse, she is seen as the family heir. Sorted into Slytherin house when she started her schooling at Hogwarts, she soon rose to become both a prefect and Head Girl. A true fanatic she believes in blood supremacy, and was one of the first to join the Death Eaters. Alexa is sadistic, cruel and intelligent. She uses her beauty to get what she wants, and takes great pride in her interrogations. As a devout follower of the Dark Arts, her specialty is curses and extracting what she wants from her victims. Despite the age difference, she has been eyeing her sister’s partner for years and was more than delighted when he joined them and is hoping he will turn his gaze from her sister to her. Alexa always gets what she wants.

Always.  for @shelbysdevil

[happyorsadmultimuse]

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drabble for @shelbysdevil​

Lizzie wasn’t sure what time it was. The only sounds in the house were the sound of her typewriter, the factories in the distance and who she guessed were Arthur snoring in the upstairs. It was far from the first time she couldn’t sleep. Looking at the stack of papers next to her that needed typing up was large enough to keep her occupied. Having lit the fire in the kitchen and opened the doors to the shop she sat in only her nightclothes as she continued typing. Tommy had told her to stop working when she found out they were expecting their first child, but she didn’t stop. As of now she had gotten so used to working a normal job that she didn’t want to stop now.

In honesty, it was the baby that kept her up. Her rounded stomach was now so large she could barely fit the nightgown over it. The baby had been awake most of the night moving around and kicking her in her ribs. It made it impossible to sleep. Resting her hand on her stomach for a moment she couldn’t complain, the only thing she wanted was a healthy child. A little bit of her and a little bit of Tommy.

It was of course Polly who noticed she was expecting before she even knew. With the amount of work, she hasn’t noticed she had missed her course. It took her by surprise, she knew eventually it would happen but it did sooner than she had expected. Placing the sheet of paper on the table she got a fresh one to type up the next letter. Of course, Tommy could do this himself, he could even hire a new secretary if he wanted to. Not being able to sleep was a good excuse to get some work done. Her husband had done it plenty of times. More than once had she found him in his office in the middle of the night.

Feeling her neck go stiff and her shoulders aching she needed a break. This was new to her. Before she could carry on for ages before getting tired. Now? Half an hour and it was time for a break. Leaning back on her chair, she lit a cigarette looking at the scoreboard on the wall. Resting her hand on her stomach she knew that once their child arrived she had to stop. She would have plenty to deal with, her typewriter would have to sit cold. Perhaps he’d let the next secretary use it? He had bought it for her after all. Lizzie knew she was being paranoid when she was worried he’d hire someone new, someone better, someone who would take her place. That nice girl she always said he should have. Someone who wasn't her. That she would become one of the women who glared at her when she walked down the street.

Those who knew their husband would come to see her. Looking at the gold band around her finger in the light of the desk lamp a smile spread on her face. She could still see him in front of her when he said I do. She had gotten a new dress, had flowers in her hair, only two of her sisters from her side came. Their wedding night didn’t feel too special they had been together plenty of times before. More than she could count. Him having called her Mrs Shelby for the first time. For her it was more the feeling of knowing the boy she had loved for that long, loved her as well. He was several years older than her, she could remember her older sisters wanting to have him smile at them. The boy with the dark hair and the pale eyes who always seemed to run from someone and the Shelby boys would cause chaos in the street. She could remember their aunt and their mother shouting for them to be careful. How his mother would tell her mother when they stopped to chat how much of a handful her boys were. Lizzie was little then, still holding onto her mother's skirt.

She had only been 14 when the war broke out. Turned 15 that winter. The following year her mother sent her and her sisters out to make money. Their father had been sent to London for the war effort. He was too old for France, but they used him for other things. At 15 she was sent to her first man. A soldier who was on leave from France wanting an English girl. He didn’t care how old she was. He had been kind to her, even given her extra. The next time she wasn’t so lucky. It seemed Lizzie was destined for that job while her sisters got normal jobs. Her oldest sister worked as a secretary while her middle sisters got factory jobs.

“I promise you will never know hardship,” she said out loud and looked down at her stomach “Your father will get you a house with a real garden. You will go to a nice school, never know what it’s like going to bed hungry. You will be loved,” she smiled as she ran her hand down the front of her stomach. Hearing steps on the stairs she knew who it was. He had probably either waited for her to come back to bed or woken up with her gone. Putting her cigarette out she went back to typing. Hearing the feet across the old floor, it didn't take long before she felt his hands on her shoulders. The hands she knew could be deadly weapons were always soft with her. It was as if they changed whenever he touched her. After the hands, a kiss was pressed to her temple, Lizzie smiled and placed her hand on one of his “I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d do this,” she told him as she continued typing.

“C’mon,” she heard his voice say as he put his hand in the keys. Looking at the half-written letter she turned to look at her husband “Come back to bed.” It felt unusual to hear him say it. Normally it would be her saying it. Looking at him as she knew he was serious, she had to finish what she had started.

"I'll just finish the letter and then I'll come to bed. Why don't you sit down and wait? You used to love listening to me type," Lizzie smiled remembering how he would just sit and watch her as she typed when she finally learned how to do it. How he'd ask her to do it while he would try to relax on the bed. Just wanting to listen to her work, she never understood why, but she never said no when he asked her.

Listening to her typing up letters, memos and whatnot. How he would have the door to his office open so he could listen to her when they were the last two still in the office.

"Alright," was all her husband had to say as she watched him drag his chair to sit next to her desk. Watching as he sat down she started typing. Looking up at him while she typed she couldn't help but smile as she saw his blue eyes watching her. As she finished she pulled the paper out of the machine and set it down with the rest.

Using the edge of the desk to help her stand she looked at her husband "Well?" she smiled before holding her hand out. Feeling him take her hand she turned the desk lamp off with her free hand as she lead him through the house and up the stairs. Soon they would be moving into a new home. More fitting for a growing family. Letting his hand go she let him close the door behind them. The room was dark besides the one lamp on the bedside table and the fire that was still burning. The room was warm. Throwing her dressing gown over the chair Lizzie sat down on her side of the bed.

Feeling a pair on hands on her shoulders and a nose buried in her hair she smiled and placed her hand on his. “You need to sleep,” she heard his voice murmur in her hair. Feeling the hands gently push her towards the bed, Lizzie looked up at her husband before she gently ran the back of her fingers down his cheek.

“You need to sleep as well,” she raised her eyebrow before she felt a hand on her thigh that was moving up and under her nightgown. “At least blow out the candle,” she giggled as she felt her husband nuzzle into her neck. With a groan he turned out to snuff the candle out.

“Now, where were we?”

[kuzcosources]

Illness / Sickness Starters!

From the Carer

Are you sure you should be up?

You’re not fine, look at you!

I bought you this chicken soup to help you get better.

I hope you get well soon!

You don’t look so good.

Are you gonna throw up? 

Get back to bed. That’s an order.

I’ll carry you if I have to.

I brought you a trashcan, if you need it.

Do you want me to keep you company?

Here, I’ll start the bath for you.

You go rest, I can clean up this mess.

You are sick, and I am taking care of you. You don’t have a choice.

I’ll tie your hair back so you don’t get it messy.

Here’s some more tissues.

Do you have any cold medicine that I can give you?

I’m at the store, did you need anything?

From the sick:

I promise, I’m fine.

Do you really expect me to eat all that?

I could use some more tissue.

I think I’m gonna puke.

Thanks for taking care of me. 

Don’t leave me alone.

It’s not funny, I can barely breathe and you’re laughing at me!

I feel like I’m on fire.

An ice cold bath sounds really nice right now.

I threw up in bed…

I don’t think I have any more clean clothes, I ruined most of them.

Can you help me get to bed?

You’re a good friend, _____.

Go grab me a ginger ale, will you?

Could you hold my hair back?

No, I’m not pregnant, I just have a stomach bug.

I’m so tired.

[memesforu-blog]

Send ♥ if your muse is in love with mine and tell them why.

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shelbysdevil·:

His heart was still racing in his chest, forcing his hand to shake as he lowered his wand from her chin. A sigh was leaving his lips cause he didn’t like what he was hearing, not having control about what would happen to the only person he really cared about was just something he couldn’t live with easily.

“I know. I know you can. It’s just… I don’t know if I can.” Tommy had to scoff about his own weakness here, placing his wand back in his coat to reach with his hands for her face and kiss her forehead. “Just… be careful. Don’t let them get in your head Lizzie. Don’t mention me, don’t let them drag you into something just because they wanna provoke you. You’re bigger than that.” With closed eyes he took her hands to bring them to his lips and kissed the back of her knuckles. “I see you tonight. Our place.”

By the time she could make it home it was dark. Lizzie had no idea what time it was, all she knew was that it was pouring down outside and the streets empty. As the massive front door closed behind her and she stepped out onto the street her sisters voices lingered. “You are the family disappointment” “They will come for you” “Elizabeth see reason, we can’t protect you forever” they wanted her to join them, pretending that they were the reason their people hadn’t come knocking on her door. It was hard to keep him out of her mind, she knew her sister Victoria would do anything to find something to use against her. 

The rain hit her and it didn’t take many minutes before her hair and clothes were soaked. A quiet pop came as she disappeared from the street and appeared somewhere else. The small part of London they had made their own. Nobody could find them there. The sound of her heels against the wet pavement bounced off the walls as she walked up the steps. Her hand lingered on the door, perhaps she should just go?

It was already hours past the time she said she would be home. With the chill seeping into her bones she pushed the door open. Walking up the stairs towards their flat it didn’t take more than a flick of her wand for the door to let her in. “I’m home,” she said quietly as she shut the door behind her and stepped out of her shoes. Her soaking dress and coat creating a small puddle on the stone floor. 

[sadprosed]

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

↬   OF  MERMAIDS,  MASQUERADES  AND  MAGIC.

scenarios  inspired  by  various  settings,  encounters  &  magic  tucked  between  pages,  fashioned  by  the  author.  tw  for  drowning  mentions.

+   feel  free  to  change  pronouns  /  roles  !

MERMAIDS.

‘  beyond  the  winds  and  past  the  shores,  strange  magic  lurks  about.  ’

‘  will  you  go  to  the  lagoon  with  me  ?  it’s  unsafe  to  go  alone.  ’

‘  they  say  a  siren’s  call  alone  can  drown  a  man  before  she  swallows  him.  ’

‘  quick  !  cover  your  ears.  ’

‘  what  did  you  imagine  as  you  heard  the  song  ?  ’

‘  i  can  feel  a  voice  like  claws  sinking  beneath  my  skin.  ’

‘  one  can  pray  to  the  ocean,  but  the  waters  answer  in  strange  tongues.  ’

‘  careful,  or  we’ll  hit  the  reef.  ’

‘  the  sea-folk  are  flighty  as  their  fins,  and  illusive  as  shimmering  scales.  ’

‘  i  should  like  to  find  myself  a  sailor  fit  for  a  feast.  ’

‘  sometimes  i  wish  there  was  more  than  the  endless  waves.  ’

‘  do  you  see  that  ?  there,  beneath  the  surface  ?  ’

‘  that’s  no  fish,  and  no  woman  either.  ’

‘  what  lies  off  the  edge  of  the  map  ?  ’

‘  the  sea  has  monsters,  but  beauties  too.  ’

‘  i’ve  heard  that  merfolk  make  bargains,  and  trade  in  the  ocean’s  magic.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  seen  a  pearl  like  this  one.  ’

‘  the  ship  will  go  down  if  we  don’t  turn  about  !  ’

‘  what  is  that,  out  there  on  the  rocks  ?  ’

‘  won’t  you  listen  to  my  song  ?  ’

‘  mermaids  love  shiny  things.  keep  a  careful  eye  on  yours.  ’

‘  if  we  hide  in  the  kelp,  we  might  see  them  as  they  pass.  ’

‘  i’ve  heard  the  tales.  to  catch  you  means  to  gain  a  granted  wish.  ’

‘   i’ve  never  seen  your  likeness,  only  heard  the  myths.  ’

‘  come  with  me,  beneath  the  sea  and  foam,  and  be  mine.  ’

‘  some  of  us  live  in  the  ocean,  others  in  rivers  and  streams  and  even  trees.  ’

‘  falling  in  love  with  a  human  is  an  old  tale.  tell  me  a  new  one.  ’

‘  so  you  gave  up  your  fin  for  legs  ?  ’

‘  soon  i  will  be  nothing  but  seafoam.  ’

‘  what  is  a  heart,  but  an  ocean  of  secrets  ?  ’

‘  you’d  let  yourself  be  undone  and  remade  for  someone  you’ve  never  known.  that  is  not  love.  ’

‘  let  your  dreams  sink  to  the  depths.  they’ve  done  you  no  good.  ’

MASQUERADES.

‘  i’ve  never  seen  so  many  unfamiliar  faces.  ’

‘  he’s / she’s / they’ve  been  looking  at  me  all  evening.  ’

‘  would  you  do  me  the  honor  of  a  dance  ?  ’

‘  neither  of  us  need  know  the  other  tonight.  i  prefer  the  mystery.  ’

‘  your  choice  of  costume  is  rather  extravagant.  ’

‘  what  fun  would  it  be,  if  i  took  this  off  ?  ’

‘  i’m  certain  we’ve  met  before.  ’

‘  i’ve  always  longed  for  a  night  like  this.  it’s  something  out  of  a  dream.  ’

‘  won’t  you  come  away  with  me  ?  there’s  a  balcony  just  outside.  ’

‘  i’m  inclined  to  think  we’ve  never  met  before,  and  perhaps  will  never  meet  again  after  tonight.  ’

‘  you  look  like  you  know  how  to  waltz.  care  to  ?  ’

‘  i  must  stand  up  with  someone  this  evening,  and  i  don’t  see  why  it  can’t  be  you.  ’

‘  would  you  stop  staring  so  intently  ?  what  do  you  think  to  find  ?  ’

‘  i’ll  stop  bothering  you  if  you  agree  to  dance  with  me.  ’

‘  please  take  it  off.  i  want  to  see  you.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  to  a  masque  before.  ’

‘  it  seems  our  attire  makes  opposites  of  us.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  seen  a  more  hideous  costume  than  that  one.  ’  

‘  i  can’t  stay  much  longer.  you  see,  i’m  not  supposed  to  be  here  at  all.  ’

‘  you’ll  never  know  who  i  am.  ’

‘  people  like  you  always  make  a  fool  of  me.  ’

‘  oh.  i  thought  you  were  someone  else.  ’

‘  i’ll  give  you  three  chances  to  guess  who  i  am.  ’

‘  the  next  time  i  offer  you  my  hand,  you’ll  get  more  than  a  dance  from  me.  ’

‘  i’ve  wanted  to  dance  beneath  stars  like  these  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember.  ’

‘  what  do  you  look  like  ?  ’

‘  that  look  in  your  eyes  tells  me  all  i  need  to  know.  ’

‘  you  won’t  like  what  you’ll  see.  ’

‘  i  recognize  your  voice.  ’

‘  you’ll  know  the  truth  before  the  night  is  up.  ’

‘  i’ve  heard  the  darkest  of  dances  are  the  best  for  falling  in  love  to.  ’

‘  you  don’t  know  it  now,  but  we’re  friends  already.  ’

‘  can’t  we  pretend  a  little  while  longer  ?  ’

‘  it’s  when  the  party  is  over  that  we  learn  to  know  each  other  most.  ’

‘  happily  ever  after  can’t  come  so  easily  as  a  single  night  dancing.  ’

MAGIC.

‘  i’ve  caught  you.  you  have  to  undo  the  spell  for  me  now.  ’

‘  think  carefully  before  asking  for  something  well  beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  power.  ’

‘  i  think  i  know  a  spell  for  that.  ’

‘  i  can’t  help  you.  but  there  are  people  in  other  worlds,  in  the  moors  and  hills  and  trees,  that  might.  ’

‘  you  must  gather  the  necessary  ingredients  for  such  a  potion.  ’

‘  true  love  is  never  the  answer  to  the  riddle.  not  when  so  much  as  life  and  death  is  at  stake.  ’

‘  i’ve  found  and  made  my  way  here  by  right.  you  can’t  deny  me  the  answers  i  seek.  ’

‘  be  warned:  monsters  hide  between  the  trees  and  whisper  in  magic  tongues.  ’

‘  it  always  makes  a  fraction  of  sense  to  be  careful  what  you  wish  for.  ’

‘  i’ve  been  turned  into  an  unsightly  creature,  and  i  need  a  way  of  turning  back.  ’

‘  not  all  magical  stories  happen  in  castles,  or  cottages  in  the  wood.  ’

‘  preposterous.  magic  and  sorcery  do  not  exist  but  in  the  minds  of  superstitious  fools.  ’

‘  get  back  from  that  cauldron  !  it’s  dangerous.  ’

‘  i  don’t  mess  with  things  like  candles  and  the  stars  and  the  moon  after  dark.  it  never  ends  well.  ’

‘  i  am  something  ancient.  my  name  has  been  forgotten  by  mortal  mouths  and  is  found  only  in  their  oldest  texts.  ’

‘  not  all  fairy  helpers  are  kind,  and  not  all  villains  are  ugly,  or  even  cruel.  ’

‘  if  you  want  my  help,  you  must  earn  it.  ’

‘  is  this  something  i  could  learn  ?  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  be  ordinary,  and  i  don’t  care  what  the  risks  are.  ’

‘  you  think  to  put  a  curse  on  me  ?  i  will  spend  my  life  defying  it.  ’

‘  stay  back,  witch,  and  keep  your  spells  from  sneaking  past  your  lips.  ’

‘  you  must  chain  a  magician  in  more  than  metal  or  rope  if  you  wish  to  stop  them.  ’

‘  that’s  a  parlor  trick.  show  me  real  magic.  ’

‘  only  you  can  break  the  spell.  it  is  something  you  are  meant  for.  ’

‘  fate  is  nothing  but  an  illusion  placed  in  our  heads,  that  we  might  follow  the  words  of others  and  not  our  own  intentions.  ’

‘  whatever  has  brought  me  here,  i  cannot  turn  back  now.  ’

‘  soon  the  clock  will  strike,  and  nothing  more  might  be  done.  ’  

‘  magic  requires  taking  in  order  to  give.  it  will  keep  demanding  parts  of  you.  ’

[happyorsadmultimuse]

//I’m having a crisis so I don’t know what to do cause my muse just disappeared completely so…yeah

[happyorsadmultimuse]

continued for @shelbysdevil​ from x

Lizzie looked up at Tommy as she felt the point of his wand against her chin. In all aspects her parents should be delighted that she had him, a pure-blood wizard, he had been in Slytherin with her and ticked off most of the boxes. He carried the same mark as his oldest daughter, Lizzie’s oldest sister. Yet, there was something about the way he had looked at Tommy that told Lizzie everything she needed to know. 

Closing her eyes as she felt his forehead against hers, Lizzie rested her hand on his cheek “I’m going to come home again,” she turned her head to kiss him. “My sisters won’t do anything as long as my parents are there,” she assured him. Lizzie couldn’t tell her that perhaps her sister would get what she wanted, to push Lizzie out of the way so she could have access Tommy. She had seen the way she looked at him, like a snake about to devour its prey. Why she didn’t know. 

“You do know I can take care of myself right?” she smiled at him and rested her hand on his cheek. Her dark red nails a stark contrast against his skin. “I have been taught a thing or two by someone.”

[showeringdiamonds]

"You cannot RISE without recognizing what you are rising from"- Athena Laz