Midwest Mermaid

Aries. INTJ. She/Her. 36. Whiskey is good proofing water. Tells you who's real and who isn't.

[murderousginger]

Masterlist

A03

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Polly Gray x Aberama Gold

Finn Shelby

Michael Gray

Alfie Solomons

Isaiah Jesus

Bonnie Gold

Marjorie (original character)

Prompts

Fireside Fables

Random

Just A Drink (Superman/Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn one shot)

Original Stories

Broken Thirst (OC Vampire)

Deep South

NFWMB

Curved

Itch

[gumy-shark]

sometimes my Beloved Mutuals will rb a post about a certain character archetype and i will have to physically restrain myself from saying “yeah you would say that wouldn’t you”

[gumy-shark]

jasper you don’t get to get away with this that easily.

new ask game: what’s the character archetype that makes you go “of course you would say that” when i post about it?

[murderousginger]

“If only it was a dove that visited me instead of a blackbird,” Tommy whispered, leaning into her hand on his face. “What?” She asked, brows knitted together in confusion. “Nothing, Dove,” he said, throat dry as his hand covered hers and his tired blue eyes met her. “If only I met you as a younger man. Before all this,” he paused, searching her face. “Devilry.”

[murderousginger]

Dove slipped past him, flipping her hair in hopes he could take a scent of her perfume. She reached over the bar and grabbed a fifth of whiskey and two glasses as he followed behind her. She poured him a glass before pouring her own, glancing over to Elijah's shadow before she downed her glass. Tommy shrugged his blazer off and put it on the counter, now only in his white button up shirt. He reached into the pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, rolling the cigarette across his lips before lighting it and taking a long inhale. He exhaled slowly, watching Dove as she sat her glass down and gently took the cigarette from his hand to take a drag off her own. “I won't ask again, Dove,” Tommy said softly.

[zablife]

Trouble's Always Gonna Find You

A/N: Meet Abe's son, Bonnie. Find other character studies on the American Teenager Masterlist.

Bonnie and his dad had no one left to leave and no one left to love after his mama died and his sisters raced to grow up. The Gold men became drifters who were neither trusted nor accepted in the small communities they called home for increasingly short periods of time. They moved twice during the year of the drought, eventually taking refuge in another piece of shit town in Mississippi.

The motel came cheap, but without a working TV or AC, there was little to do except stare at the mold speckled ceiling. It didn't take long for the suffocating heat and boredom to creep in, forcing the teen out onto the desolate country roads. But even in the still quiet, trouble found Bonnie.

One night in late June, he ran into two teens smashing out the passenger side window of a pickup. And because he wasn't doing anything else, he helped them clear out the valuables. Finn and Isaiah claimed the hunting rifles and Bonnie kept the handgun he found in the glove compartment. They spent the rest of the night shooting out the windows of the abandoned Winn-Dixie, drinking a case of beer they lifted on the way.

Driven by apathy, curiosity or merely a need for disruption of their mundane lives, the boys continued this way for the remainder of the summer. Bonnie was moving dope with Finn about the time his dad started shacking up with Finn's aunt. That's when the Shelbys gave Bonnie a room at Tommy's boxing gym.

Arthur and Tommy soon noticed that the boy with his father's strength and his mother's temper had real talent. Not only that, he was young and foolish enough to be tempted by the money earned throwing fights. It was a lucrative arrangement for the high school drop out so he agreed. At 18 he didn't need Abe's permission, but his father supported him nonetheless, if only to keep him from a lifestyle that would see him incarcerated or killed. Only time would tell if that had been the right decision.

[murderousginger]

Ohhhh baby Bonnie. Always sucked into the wrong places. 🥹

These are wonderful. And a Finn and Isaiah name drop? I can't wait to see what the young blinders are up to. And Ada?!?! I might die.

Keep them coming, they're seriously getting me through my days 😍 you've created such a fun world.

[cherryjennn]

Happy pride month to whatever the hell alfie solomons and tommy shelby have going on

[sphxnxaa-deactivated20260406]

I'm not ignoring you, I'm overwhelmed. (a memoir)

[scissorsaint]

you really do meet some of the loveliest people talking about blood and sex on the internet

[depsidase]

[murderousginger]

I heard this deliciously tropey song. It hit all the highs of the genre. I got excited until I saw the artist name.

A quick Google told me that AI artists infiltrated Spotify.

I blocked it.

Give me a real artist.

[zablife]

Am I No Good?

A/N: Another character study for the American Teenager AU.

Polly knew better than anyone that time passes slower in the flicker of hospital light. First her husband, then her daughter and now her son. And though she once anticipated a life in these corridors as a midwife, she never expected to be the one sitting in the corner watching people fade into nothing.

Michael would eventually make a full recovery, but not before Polly lost her job at the plant, the best one she'd ever had. She couldn't say it had come as a surprise though. She was cursed to see the end in every new beginning.

The summer before she turned 16, she was running heartbreak red nails down her boyfriend's back and by the time she'd counted the candles on her cake, she ran them across a swollen stomach. While she was thinking of names for the child, her new husband, Sam, was thinking how he was going to feed them.

Life only got harder when her brother abandoned his children at her doorstep four years later. With the strain of five extra mouths to feed, Sam lay buckled on the floor every night, drunk and useless until a terrible accident left her with a hefty life insurance pay out. She was free of him, but when the lights went out, she found herself all alone again.

By her 45th birthday, the disappointment was creeping in, a hole so big a handle of vodka couldn't fill it. She made a fool of herself down on Tennessee Street, dancing on the bar and flashing the regulars. It wasn't pretty like the movies, it was ugly like what had been done to her. She'd never done anything to anyone and yet trouble was all she ever knew.

When Abarama "Abe" Gold came into her life, she didn't have high hopes. She was content to know he owned his own truck and found steady work. He proved to be far more in the years to come, helping her quiet the noise inside her head until one day she didn't have to ask if she was a good person anymore.

[murderousginger]

I'm completely enamored. And that picture of Aberama has me hollering. This world feels so fleshed out even in the glimpses you give us. It's gorgeous and gritty. Obsessed.

[zablife]

Miss Holiday Inn

A/N: This is a continuation of my new modern!Peaky AU, American Teenager. The first part can be found here.

Linda Miller took the prettiest mugshot in three counties, her ethereal beauty illuminated under the jail's harsh fluorescent lighting. "Miss Holiday Inn," one of the deputies joked when he saw it and the truth wasn't far off. Somewhere a sunbleached Polaroid confirmed Linda's resemblance to the Texas beauty queen who raised her. But that was a long time ago, before the drugs.

Her mama wasn't good at raising children so she raised hell instead. Linda had been on her own since she was sixteen, drifting from town to town, using her intellect and angelic face to get away with anything. She was on probation when she moved into Watery Lane trailer park, just down the road from Charlie Strong's garage, and fate took the wheel.

As she walked to the diner where she worked, she noticed a lanky man with faded baby blues staring back at her. He looked like he worked with his hands and smelled of Marlboro Reds. Not the best decision for someone trying to start fresh, but she was inexplicably drawn to him nonetheless.

She had what Arthur would later describe as "fuck me eyes," batting her lashes seductively every time she walked past the open bay where he was working. But if you asked Linda, she was dedicated to a more righteous path, never missing Sunday service, even if she'd been at the clubs the night before.

There was something in her religious devotion that attracted Arthur. The year after John died he was dishonorably discharged from the Army. When he returned home, he spent more nights in jail than in his own bed with little hope he'd change. His parole officer had mentioned the local church, but at the time he only scoffed in reply. "What do I need that bullshit for?" Now he knew

[murderousginger]

Obsessed. I'm so excited to see your next installments.

[fractally]

don't worry about me when I say this but I think in a way being hunted for sport would be a relief. my nervous system would be like, wow. finally, a proportional reaction

[we-are-making-it-up-as-we-go]

Dean when he was in Purgatory

[beemovieerotica]

[zablife]

American Teenager

A/N: Listening to Ethel Cain and having thoughts. Peaky Blinders modern AU.

The Starks and Shelbys were neighbors, coexisting side by side in the heat of the delta. On more than once occasion, Lizzie's mama told her not to go near the Shelby boys. "Daddy's on death row," young Finn would tell anyone who would listen, his faith in nothing more than make believe. His older brothers knew better, attempting to hide the family's shame beneath a varnish of patriotism, all three enlisting straight out of high school. John was the star quarterback, full of hope and promise. He came home in a box and mama said maybe he wanted it that way. Lizzie saw it for what it was, another red heart taken by the American dream. If Jesus was there, she felt awfully alone. So when Tommy came home, she was waiting beneath the glow of the street light across from the bus station to walk him home and she never left.

[murderousginger]

Listen, I'm usually not an AU girly, but you sucked me in. I'm fully invested and it's only been a blurb.

The Delta? The bit about John? Little Finn telling everyone about their dad? I might die.

[allsadnshit]

Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance

[greymvs]

[kittyknowsthings]

[cilantroodon]

[ID: Despicable Me meme with Gru presenting a plan on posterboards. First step: That’s a neat idea! Second step: Someone should write it! Third step: I’m that someone. Gru stops and looks back at step three with concern/disappointment/sadness. End ID.]

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