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Woah thats a lotta Wemmbus we got there..
you don't pray to god, baby you pray to me
Ate your heart
Song of the Day: Mechanical Corpse
Artists: tommy. ft. GUMI
Lyrics: English
Album: N/A
Genre: Electropop x Vocaloid
muse: tommy shelby [ leader of the peaky blinders in birmingham, england ] open to: m only / would definitely love more muses of color for this!
The room was a haze of smoke, perfume, and sin---- an indulgent party descending fast into hedonistic spectacle. Tommy Shelby observed it all with the detached composure of a man who had seen worse and done worse. His brothers, no doubt, were already deep into their usual cocktail of cocaine and questionable women----lovers they would later stash away like secrets before facing their wives. Tommy, however, operated on a different frequency. He dabbled in vices but never let them define him. A calculated man, he rarely lost himself to drink, and while opium held a certain allure, it was merely a tool, a nightly ritual to chase away the dark visions that haunted his sleep. Substances dulled the edge for others, but they offered him little beyond fleeting utility.
Now, sex? That was a pursuit he could respect. But even in pleasure, Tommy remained unshaken, his indulgences tempered by an inexorable self-control. Reclining on the plush sofa, cigarette in hand, his cutting blue eyes scanned the room. They settled momentarily on a mostly naked couple entwined on a nearby sofa, the scene eliciting no more than a flicker of disinterest. He exhaled a plume of smoke and glimpsed to the young man beside him, his voice a low murmur, steady amidst the chaos. "Nervous, are you?"
"Sam my man, my bestie, my pal. What is up. :D you should totallyyty let me come visit. The prison™."
Tommy?
What..? What is- Why are you here? Why do you wanna visit the prison-? After-
..
Nevermind that. I told you what I would do if- if you came close to the prison again. You cannot visit. Not ever again.