#shelbysdevil

[bloodofthefates]

x. continued from here with @shelbysdevil

His voice challenged her and she was sure he would follow her if she tried to flee. Her venomous tone wasn’t enough to keep him at bay and Pascale knew it never would be. The eerie calm with which he composed himself was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, but she’d never been one to back down when cornered in a fight. For her, every advance was just that; surviving was fighting at every turn. Eyes flashed from the cold neutral expression on his face down to where his hands remained hidden in the pockets of his coat and she briefly wondered if she’d find his hands similarly balled up into fists there like the ones at her sides. Pascale turned her head away, defiant and choosing to latch onto the embers of anger that were always banked just beneath the surface. A self-protective defensive maneuver, one she’d been cultivating and practicing her entire life.

“I said, get the fuck away from me.” She repeated herself, refusing to dignify the firmness of his tone as he spoke her name with any kind of attention or respect. As he stepped further inside, it was on instinct that Pascale shrunk away. He advanced one step and like a mirror image she drifted the same distance further from him. It wouldn’t matter, he was quicker and stronger than she was and could feel the sense of urgent demand growing the tension between them. She tried to turn away from him entirely, shield herself from him with her back but it was no use. Pascale glared at where his fingers dared to entrap her wrist in an attempt to force her to turn around and face him and she tried prying her arm from his grip which only tightened with his insistence. She nearly flinched away from the palm he laid against her face, a habitual reaction from anyone getting too close and her breathing was already growing ragged and erratic as her body prepared itself for fight or flight mode.

She grit her teeth, attempting to focus and reign in her breathing as he forced her hand, dark eyes filled with hatred locking onto his as he softly attempted to ease her into compliance and reminding her that at least with him, at least for now she was safe. His hold on her eased into a gentleness few knew he possessed. She couldn’t be sure he wasn’t exerting any type of illusory influence over her, it felt as though she always melded in his presence and was never entirely sure if it was the submission of her own will or the true power of his magic at play. Pascale closed her eyes for a moment, the feeling of his fingers ghosting along the side of her face as he tucked her dark hair behind her ear tamping down her usual fiery reaction. When she opened her eyes, the faintest smile he flashed her was the final weapon in his arsenal that had her sighing, shoulders sagging with defeat and finally allowing the tension to dissipate from her muscles she’d been straining.

He stepped away then, but she wasn’t entirely sure she’d wanted such distance bridged between them just then. It gave her clarity, sniffling as she cleared her throat and rubbed her hands over her eyes to clear her head as he again demanded answer to his initial question. Pascale felt the familiar bitterness rising up in the back of her throat like bile as she flashed him a traitorous and self-deprecating smirk. “The same thing he always does. Daddy dearest just needed to remind me how expendable I am..” She barked at him, her voice rough and hoarse with a dark laugh that held no humor at all. “I don’t need you to take care of it… I’m fine.” The frequency of her lie would never make the heart of it true but she crossed her arms over her chest defensively, shaking her head at his proposition. “It isn’t the same Tommy…. You can’t just kill the head of the Sherwood line without more hell to pay for it from You Know Who.” She rolled her eyes, nearly growling her reply at him as she began pacing back and forth, stalking like a caged lioness before him. “Some new scars to go with his collection..” She stopped, rolling up one of her sleeve to bare her tattooed arm to him with fresh lash marks carved into her skin and barely healed over that soon she’d cover and replace with inked designs of her choosing. “It’s not that big of a deal, I can handle it.”

[lovelylostminds]

@shelbysdevil cont. from here

Albus always dragged her to the order to heal it's members, more often she wondered if Tommy was okay- she knew his role was something important, that's all she knew anything else she didn't want to know. So when she heard his voice, a frustrated tone, she knew that he have told Albus not to help.

The soft clinks of the potion bottles were the only sounds in the room so when she heard his response to her question, she stopped.

'We barely knew each other. I don't participate in these kinds of... relationships.'

Her chest ached at the response and she blinked rapidly to keep her tears from spilling before she continued putting her things away. "Right..." she whispered once she finished and looked up at him "No, that was all. He already left, just you and I in the house." she mumbles. Her body turned slightly to him, head tilted down as she looked at his hands- for a moment she greedily soaked in the warmth he emitted, she greedily soaked in the closeness he offered, she could even smell his unique scent.

She is quick to look up at him "Thank you... I try my best." she replied, her heart already calling out to him, her hand already reaching out until he went forward when pain struck and Charlotte is quick to reach him, placing her hand on his chest "You need to sit down and rest." she advised him "At least a day, Tommy." Charlotte was quick anger and worry displaying on her face. Carefully she guides him back to the bed "Let me check your wounds." she says firmly as she looked at him "You are so stubborn. Even back then- you were so stubborn." she stated "Just sit down." this time Charlotte became firm and guided him back on the bed.

"If you think this will... compromise whatever you're doing for Albus, then you can just remove the memory later." Remove the memory of her face. Of course she couldn't hold back the hurt from her throat when she said it, and it was at that time she didn't dare to look at his eyes while she waved her wand to bring her bag closer. "Lay down."

[wellfell]

🖤

 ❛ dead eyes . . . ❜

ATTRACTIVENESS ;

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

PERSONALITY ;

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM ;

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP ;

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

FIRST IMPRESSION ;

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

CURRENT IMPRESSION ;

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[thanaredreamtof]

i don't want anything to happen to you.

Felicity met his eyes as she rested her head against her hand. Having Tommy back in her life had been more wonderful than she could have imagined. Everytime she had laid her eyes on him over the last few days she had felt a wave of security, and butterflies. It was like old times again, and the time and distance and the dreaming of him had all conjured itself into this intense feeling of desire everytime she was close to him.

She sighed deeply as he spoke, and allowed for one of her hands to reach out and touch his forearm gently. "I think it's a little late for that Tommy" she whispered, a sad smile playing at her lips. The conversation as to whether or not she would come back with him had been brought up again, and how she longed to return to Birmingham, to home, with him again, but as much as he didn't want anything to happen to her, she couldn't bare the thought of him being hurt on account of her. "I don't know Tommy...I think I'm in too deep now..." she sighed, looking down for a second. "...I mean...if I came back with you, it would be like placing a target on your back myself" she said, looking at him sincerly. "James knows who you are...and it would only be a matter of time before he'd come for you...not because there's any great love between me and him, there certainly is not, but it would be like...a wound to his pride...and he's a proud man" she said. It was true, she had no doubt that James would want revenge on a man who would 'steal' his wife.

"I just...can't bear the thought of anything happening to you...because of me"

[xgoldxnhour]

I Forgot Where We Were

@shelbysdevil

The lighting always gave her a headache. Some felt far too dim to see anything or anyone, baked in aesthetic and ambience while others felt spotlit by the fucking sun. It was either you see or you don’t—a limbo she felt entrapped in—the constant pull of invisibility and microscopic view. Perhaps that was reason why she hated these sort of things, a constant display of people’s opinions and intrigue of her work. Her heart and soul on display to pull and tug to one’s own desire—tangled into a marionette. No, she wished to fade into the background, which is why she comes with no introduction, blended in with the crowd, looking at the display of others’ work. Some of her favorite local artists were here and she wanted to support them.

Glass of champagne in her hand, she wanders, aimless in direction and yet poignant with purpose. Her twin brother, Jesse tags along with her throughout the night until he’s pulled away with his agent to go talk this and say hi to that. El smirks at the sight of his apologetic eyes as he’s here for support, not work, but she waves him off playfully—unbothered. She doesn’t need to word of his support to know its presence, his attendance alone is enough.

Alone, she passes the section of her pieces with a few stragglers of groups, making comments of composition and stroke form. Down at the end, she sees a lone observant, seemingly lost in one of the pieces. Notably, it’s one of her favorites. The collection is divided by light and dark—two fields of matter and destruction always at ends. A straight shot into her mind and how she sees herself. He stands before two large pieces that almost meet floor to ceiling. One is more noticeably a person but hands clawing and peaking through multiple pieces. It’s how she sees this world—always tugging and pulling at skin in order to morph into what it never was supposed to be. Manipulation. Assimilation. What this sort of work and industry does to free spirits and creative sorts. Perhaps it’s a bit narcissistic, it was made after a meeting that completely fell through and her collection was taken off a roster of a certain event. The other is far more abstract, white barely scratched onto black. The image almost resembles a hand reaching out—drowning. Typical Birdie Rune. An odd dichotomy of the brightness she likes to think her presence carries—but there always lies a darkness beyond the light.

When she walks up beside the gentleman, it didn’t take a social media guru to recognize who it was. Thomas Shelby was a well known name in this town and especially to those that know him as an astute actor. Though El used to mention in small circles that she went to college with the star—way back when. That Tommy was far different than the one everyone calls for today. A part of her wonders if that was still the same man that stands beside her today.

“It’s a bit macabre, don’t you think?”

[elpida]

@shelbysdevil

It'd been some time since a human had summoned her, it seemed to her that the art was a dying one. Maybe they were all forgetting how to summon, but the name lived on, the infamous demon with the deep red hair. You had to be considered a person of power to get her attention, she didn't even hear the feeble attempts of lesser people in search of a deal with her.

She'd appeared in smoke, in this black mist that seeped in to the room, thicker in that spot until what came from that darkness, was her. This woman, her auburn hair cascading down her back, her deep hues, the pale flesh with hints of freckles. This woman, petite, no muscle to her, dainty and small, she was so little in stature for a goddamn demon and she did in fact look just as that, a woman and not a monster. People underestimated this creature frequently. "Thomas Shelby." she spoke calmly, her eyes observing as if she was waiting for the fear to strike and in those quiet moments where he didn't start cowering, her smile only grew. Sinister and sweet, the curve and the way it exposed her pearly white teeth.

"You wish to make a deal?" Eris Amorello needed no introduction though what was fascinating was how she was looking around the room. How long had it been since her last deal? She never quite knew how long between her summons to Earth, things changed at such a strange pace, technology baffled her at times. "What is it you desire?" her eyes had found home on a record player, her head tilting as she studied the thing, tried to make sense on just.. what on Earth that thing actually did. "It isn't a death... you are capable of such a thing." she hummed softly, it felt like in the blink of an eye she was stood right in front of the record player, touching it, trying to understand it. "You want..." she hummed softly, so amused by this creation before her that she didn't even face him. "Something slower, a change of fate to drag someone down perhaps?"

Her hand pulled back when the record player made a nose and just like that she was leaning down to it, eyes squinting, her finger tapping it to try and get it to make the noise again. How entertained the vicious little demon seemed by things she didn't yet understand. This would have been something miraculous in her time, or entirely sinful Talk of such inventions would earn you a painful death, what an evil thing it'd be to dream so big. "I must admit it surprises me to be summoned, it's been some time since I was summoned this way." she pointed to the candles, the words written down for him. "The old method."

She finally asked. "What does it do?" that was the first time she turned and looked at him properly, curiosity written all over her face. "Does it... does this tiny needle do something? Is it some form of torture device? It can't cut very deep."

[faithdevotion]

Never been the type to let someone see right through

There's nothin' you could do or say,

I can't escape the way I love you [@shelbysdevil]

[theroguedragons]

//yay they fixed the electricity after a bit more than an hour so I was lucky to spend my night like planned. I was a bit more active on my other accounts today and will just link them all here again in case anybody wants to write in some kind of modern/crime/mafia/apocalypse verses. Of course I can always adjust my muses to different verses and write daemon also in other scenarios, but my other three boys are just not connected to fantasy scenarios (besides Tommy who has a hp verse) and come from a whole different background than daemon so I feel more familiar with them in these verses.

@wrathfulmercy Rick

@savior-negan Negan

@shelbysdevil Tommy

And of course my girl who I also write in asoiaf verse :) @alexis-vaughn

Nighty everyone ❤️

[happyorsadmultimuse]

starter for @shelbysdevil​

John was a sweet boy, he didn’t treat her poorly or gave her looks as she walked past him on the street. Her name was known around Small Heath, it was the only way she could make money to make it, having no practical skill who would hire her? Having seen several of the Shelby’s already they didn’t know of each other. 

It had taken her by surprise when John had asked her to marry him, she knew he wanted a mother to his children especially after his wife died. This could be her way out of the gutter, she always wanted a family of her own. One that didn’t have to struggle to put dinner on the table. 

Having cleaned up her room after the last man who had been there, she knew John didn’t want her to continue but she needed the money. It was just her regulars now, they paid better. Hearing a knock on the door she frowned as she wasn’t expecting anyone “I’m not seeing anyone else today!” she called hoping they would go away. It happened every now and then that people would tell men where to go. 

[wickedgamc-arch]

@shelbysdevil​

Grace was nervous and at the same time, burdened by the fact that she wasn’t finding a profession that would allow her to live in a home and be relieved from everything involving money. It had been a month since she arrived at Birmingham and was living in a a small flat - a room had been set up for her by a friend until she could manage to pay them for the trouble. A sigh left her lips at the thought before she stepped into the Garrison Pub, as said friend had suggested her to try out and see if she could find a vacant in there. 

A pub wasn’t exactly what she had in mind, but since it was easier to most likely land something in them, the young woman didn’t hesitate to try and give it a chance. Of course, her friend hadn’t spoken to her about the Peaky Blinders. And more importantly, the Shelbys. So Grace was stepping into an unknown territory as she set foot at the pub and closed the door behind her. Her hues traveled all over the place, before they stopped at the sight of a man sitting in one of the tables. It was early morning - first light and she could see no one was around, but him.

Was he the owner? Probably. She wasn’t planning to waste any time in finding out.

“I beg your pardon, sir.” Grace began in a soft tone of voice, approaching the man cautiously. “I was wondering if you were the owner of this place. I’m interested about working here.”

[bloodofthefates]

x. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. (For Pascale) for @shelbysdevil

Her head was still spinning, any recollection of the night before as hazy as what felt like a swarm of bees that had taken up residence inside of both ears. Pascale’s memory was spotty at best, bits and pieces of information like a spliced together film reel full of cigarette burns flashing behind closed eyelids. The sudden buzz of a high pitch frequency dulled into a thudding aching pain at the base of her skull, but she was sure she was at least horizontal somewhere she’d managed to pass out which only made the blackness that enveloped her even more dizzying. Slowly and with a groan of equal pain and reluctance, Pascale opened one eye to take in her surroundings and try to make sense of where she’d ended up to try and piece together the past and how she’d come to be there throughout the course of the night. Her one eye swiveled around wildly, first taking in the dark stone ceiling above her and continued its search around the room for something more familiar to get her bearings. Against her better judgment, Pascale opened her other eye and with another groan instantly regretted her choices as the room around her began to spin within her field of vision. Turning over onto her side, she realized for the first time that not only was she in the plushy confines of another student’s dormitory bed but that she wasn’t the only occupant. Sucking in a breath, Pascale froze only inches away from the form of the other person beneath the covers who was turned away from her. Which party had led to another last night and just how much had she managed to drink? Vials of substances passed between palmed hands flashed through her mind’s eye and there the memories of her night began to taper off. Pushing herself to sit up with cautious slowness, she slung bare legs over the side of the bed in preparation to make her escape when the other form in the bed began to stir. Pascale winced, shutting her eyes as if she could hide herself away and make her become invisible by sheer willpower but a gruff familiar voice followed a heavy exhale and Pascale’s head snapped back in his direction. “Tommy!?” She let out a breath that bordered on relief, still not entirely sure how she’d come to be in his bed but a secret innermost part of herself satisfied with however it had come to be. He shifted, moving to sit up against the headboard as covers slipped away to reveal his bare chest. Her eyes widened at the state of him, glancing down at herself to ensure she had in fact slept in some layer of clothing even if barely counted. “What.. the fuck happened last night?” She questioned him, careful in her choice of words, voice still strained and raspy as both hands reached up to rub at her eyes and both temples before running her fingers through her mess of dark hair. “How did I end up here?”

[lovelylostminds]

|| Little slow right now, I appreciate your patience 💕 thank you loves ||

@adsagsona

@shelbysdevil

@protectxthem

@hxdesofunderwxrld

@iviaw

[wellfell]

Excuse me but I always knew that Tommy + Akina = ♡

 stunned into silence , a hand clutching her heart as she yanks him forward with her free hand on the hook of his belt . ❛ always knew you were the one fir me , shelby . nothing unusual about this . ❜ she more or less purrs , as she gives his sharp jaw a kiss .

are you akina's type ?

[thanaredreamtof]

I was tagged by the lovely @blindspct (thank you!) to put my Spotify On Repeat on Shuffle and list the first ten songs so here we go!!

1. Into my Arms by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (probably my second favourite song of all time)

2. Born to Die by Lana Del Rey

3. Take it Easy by The Eagles

4. Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

5. Maine by Noah Kahan

6. Blame it on me by George Ezra

7. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac (my number one favourite song of all time)

8. Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

9. Slipping Through my Fingers from the Mamma Mia soundtrack

10. Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

That was fun! Tagging @loveaffairxc @heroexxs @heartxshaped-bruises @myriadxofxmuses @unhlnged @shelbysdevil @cursivebloodlines

[xgoldxnhour]

❛  you’re making me feel a little less lonely.  ❜

@shelbysdevil

A fire crackles beside them, limbs tangled with nothing but the rug beneath them a blanket thrown from the bed. Frankly, they never make it that far these days—too succumbed and too enamored. Impatient and selfish, the lot.

Fingers dance along his jaw, choreographed and memorized as if prints were left there from previous moments and previous nights. “Started to wonder what kept ya coming back.” El hums, galvanized by his gaze in this light.

There she drinks his gaze with fluttering finger tips and following lips that leave such soft presses to his skin from his brow to just beneath his jaw. “Ya never have to be lonely again, Tommy. I promise.” The words drip from her lips like a vow and oath, plastered in ink and a waxed seal. Truth is, she too, no only longer feels the pang and ache of loneliness because of him. Filling voids and space and—the feeling that spills in her chest is warm and burning but feels too say to say aloud that it’s love.

“Hey—“ She alerts his attention as she leans in, mainly to distract any more words that she’s too afraid to speak, lips ghosting his. “C’mere.” Her leg wraps around his hip and envelopes him with brimming passion that steals her breath the moment it’s given.

[elpida]

@shelbysdevil

To Eris Amorello this was just another job, that's what it was meant to be. Nothing more than a job that was paying well and it didn't matter who's life would be on the line, money was money and people were disappointing. There wasn't a single person walking this Earth that she trusted, that she considered safe. She was her own safety because that's how she'd had to be, but when the job came up to infiltrate and gain trust? She saw it like it was some fun challenge, a leisurely past time, plus the name given? She knew the name. Thomas Shelby. Gain his trust, infiltrate and then betray. It'd be a feat to pull this one off and.. to date there was no job 'the wraith' had not accomplished. In and out, never seen, her true name never known. She was just the woman you hired when you wanted something done and done well, her price reflected as much.

She knew he'd be at this event, invitation only and in her words, posh. She had to look the part and she did, not that it'd matter, nobody knew Eris by look or name. Only by her esteemed title and record. She didn't fail her jobs. She knew she didn't have means of getting in by just walking in so she waited for the party to be in full swing and scaled the building to the third story bathroom, in through the window and nobody would know she had not walked in freely at all. She left her black coat in the bathroom stall, flattened out her dress. It was by all means lovely on her, she had to have a dress that synched the waist and then flared, hide the knife she had strapped to her thigh. She always carried at least one knife on her and most times that would extend to two. It was just unfortunate she couldn't wear two here. What was more lovely on her, was the wild and thick auburn curls that hung down the length of her back. She was dainty and delightful, secretly deadly. You'd have never have known a woman like her could be the wraith.

It wasn't hard to locate her target, the man she had to make trust her, like her. The man she had to betray, to make it hurt. The man that paid her to do this had some clear vendetta against him, but who didn't? She'd heard the rumours of him herself. By all accounts she would not enjoy his company or him in general, from what she'd heard. For now though, it was time to play flirty fool. She made the assumption this was some sort of charity event, fundraiser perhaps and as she made her way to him she lifted a drink from a silver plate. She lingered nearby until he took a step and she did such an expert job in making it seem as though he knocked her. In turn, splashed some of her drink on herself and gasped. Her hand came to reach for his as if to steady herself but internally Eris was cringing at touching him, it was what had to be done but she didn't like it, she just needed to seem like a clutz in heels.

"Mr Shelby—" she gasps, looking herself over and then feigns her wide hues up at him. For someone so deadly she had such soft brown eyes, pools of melted chocolate, warm velvet on a winters day. "Oh I'm so sorry, was that me? Forgive me I'm a little out of sorts, this venue is simply gorgeous, not my usual Friday night." She'd have made a fantastic actress in another life, the foolish girl that didn't belong, lucky to have an invitation, swooning over everything, and over him. What she really thought was that he'd seem the same as every other asshole she killed, nobody proved her wrong. All these rich men were the same, egotistical and chauvinistic pigs. They weren't gentleman, they didn't know respect, they thought they could take anything and that was something she despised. "I didn't hurt you did I?"