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barmaidsung replied to your post: where is kenna? kenna is making a rph for the hp...

i love this idea !

im glad! I just feel like peaky blinders is so amazing ?? and i hope it will end up making it easier for everyone who wants to rp, to have access to things? It’s gonna be a slow turn around. probably a month? for me to at least get everything together, but the blog will be started this weekend. i know not everyone has access to like screencaps or can find an easy way to access them plus doing like edits and what not . @barmaidsung

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where is kenna? kenna is making a rph for the hp fandom & peaky blinders fandom for resources & what not...and making a tommy blog, because she likes to write bad people.

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there    is    good    in    my    heart,    but    these   hands   belong   to   the   devil   !

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐑·:

oscar wilde starters. accepting. @widowedfcked inquired: “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.” 

HE HEARD THE WORDS SO NONCHALANTLY MUTTERED UNDER HER BREATH by chance and little else; stationed a mere few feet away from her, keen, dark eyes surveilling the ever moving crowd spread across the many lawns and courtyards of the palace. A king’s birthday was a festivity that potentially could last for days on end, and half the country more often than not found itself invited. Anything carrying some rank and title, dressed up from head to toe, indulging in canapés, sparkling wine, and the ever same, ever boring conversations. The Red Guards patrolled the paths and entrances, and yet it were the Musketeers that trailed behind the royal pair like ever loyal shadows; Aramis amongst them, naturally.

The small, undignified snort that escaped him upon hearing her, however, was out before he could consider it. Open delight flitted across his face then, his gaze briefly following the back of the man she appeared glad was gone. A Comte, no doubt, or some Duke. And apparently rather unpleasant company. And Aramis, in an almost apologetic manner, lifted the large hat off his dark curls, smiling a little sheepish, like a boy caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“Forgive me, Madame. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” A truth, overall. He had merely been lucky enough for the noise to drop a litte in the very moment she had spoken up. “Still, my compliments to your wits. The sentiment is familiar.”

 𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓    𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓    𝐓𝐎    𝐁𝐄    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃    ,    𝐁𝐔𝐓    𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐀𝐒    .    embarrassment    flooded    her    face    ,    a    blush    colored    her    cheeks    and    her    eyes    opened    larger    at    the    man    .    She    should    have    given    more    to    the    comte’s    advances    .    She    was    supposed    to    be    there    as    a    guest    ,    and    in    ‘    search    ‘    as    her    father    had    described    it    .    OPEN    to    possibilities    .    ❝    I    believe    you    are    too    generous    with    your    compliment    ,    ❞    she    smiled    ,    ❝    It’s    easy-pickings    when    it    comes    to    them    it    seems    .    I    was    not    expecting    pompous    to    be    a    virtue    here    or    pretentious        either    .    ❞    May    felt    she    may    have    spoken    out-of-turn    ,    but    France    was    vast    and    beautiful    -    but    the    company    had    been    lacking    .    

She    took    another    look    at    the    man    ,    in    bold    uniform    ,    a    Musketeer    .    she    had    heard    about    them    .    Great    swordsman    ,    sworn    to    a    valiant    cause    &    the    life    of    their    king    .    It    was    NOBLE    .    ❝    I    hear    Musketeers    are    supposed    to    be    truthful    &    the    best    of    men    ,    here    .    May    I    have    your    advice    ?    If    not    as    a    gentleman    than    as    a    Musketeer    ?    He    was    arrogant    &    could    not    .    .    .    back    up    his    claims    ,    or    I    would    not    have    faulted    him    .    Who    else    is    worth    avoiding    here    ?    ❞    she    grew    bold    with    her    question    .    She    would    value    someone’s    opinion    who    lived    there    .    No    matter    the    station    -    she    was    sure    a    soldier    saw    more    of    the    real    France    .  

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𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐙 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝟒/???

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𝐍𝐎𝐍 - 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋   𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒   𝐎𝐅   𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 .▸ TOMMY

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋  !  But  who  prays  for  Lucifer  ,  when  he  was  cast  out  of  heaven  ?  Lilith  .    God  would  never  make  such  beauty  &  command  it  to  be  evil  .  The  moment  he’s  beckoned  her  to  join  him  ,  her  will  to  resist  FADES  .  May�� commands  her  free  will  to  keep  her  feet  planted  across  the  party  floor  .  Her  heels  clicked  &  she  knew  ,  as  she  brushed  past  maids  &  foreign  dignitaries  ,  that  she  had  not  won  .  It  vexed  her  ,  how  she  could  stand  up  to  everyone  else  in  her  life  ,  her  deceased  husband  ,  father  ,  mother  ,  ex  lovers  ,  and  yet  she  crumbled  inside  when  he  deemed  her  worthy  of  him  .  It  would  be  a  future  moment  shrouded  in  foretold  regret  .  May  was  a  smart  woman  ,  when  it  suited  her  ,  but  she  allowed  herself  moments  to  feel  ALIVE  &  human  -  to  feel  close  to  someone  .  To  remember  why  she  was  beckoned  in  the  DARKNESS  .  Widows  steal  away  from  the  light  of  the  world  .  

Wordlessly  ,  she  crossed  the  room  and  followed  after  him  across  the  grand  floors  &  into  the  hallway  .  Through  the  darkened  light  ,  she  fought  to  be  closer  -  the  shadows  of  the  house  ,  casting  over  them  until  they  were  in  a  room  away  from  it  all .

 The  silence  was  DEAFENING  .  ❝  Thomas  ?  ❞  she  questioned  ,  lifting  her  gaze  to  meet  his  own  .  Fallen  saint  it  was  .  May  could  not  see  anything  but  what  God  had  made  ,  his  hands  touched  Tommy  ,  molded  him  -  beautiful  -  even  the  FAULTS  .  Under  his  eyes  she  felt  whole  ,  it  couldn’t  be  wrong    .  ❝  are  you  alright  ?  ❞  May  took  a  step  toward  him  ,  worry  etched  across  her  face  .

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𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘.  The  moment  she  had  conceived  and  lost  her  first,  May  was  desperate  to  be  a  good  wife  to  her  husband.  The  women  in  her  social  circle  were  having  babies  and  families  ,  and  May  tried  hard  to  have  a  baby  .  She  had  done  everything  the  doctors  would  tell  her  ,  quit  smoking  for  a  brief  period  and  initiated  sex  with  her  husband  at  every  chance  she  could  .  Each  time  she  would  get  her  period  it  was  a  disappointment  and  heartbreaking  .  She  locked  herself  in  her  unshared  room  &  cry  into  her  pillow  .  She  would  be  inconsolable  for  a  few  days  &  then  put  her  mask  back  on  and  try  again  .  

Her  miscarriages  were  traumatic  &  painful  .  Each  stillbirth  &  miscarriage  she  placed  a  new  flower  in  her  gardens  ,  and  it  bloomed  every  summer  ,  a  painful  reminder  of  what  she  couldn’t  have  .  If  she  couldn’t  have  real  love  ,  she  toyed  with  the  idea  that  god  would  at  least  give  her  a  child  .  The  first  time  she  had  to  go  through  it  ,  she  made  the  maids  leave  at  2  am  to  go  and  fetch  Edith  from  town  .  She  would  let  no  one  see  her  .  Edith  explained  what  happened  and  May  cried  all  night  .  Ian  did  not  know  what  to  say  to  his  little  wife  and  told  her  they  could  try  again  ,  not  knowing  how  to  comfort  her  .  

In  the  end  he  needed  a  child  to  carry  on  his  family  name  ,  even  if  he  was  not  legitimate  ,  and  he  would  name  him  as  his  heir  in  his  will  after  he  passed  ,  however  he  never  got  the  chance  before  dying  in  WWI.  Her  husband  had  an  illegitimate  child  ,  which  May  still  pays  for  ,  and  then  she  knew  it  was  probably  her  .  She  was  a  failure  as  a  wife  .  Getting  pregnant  for  May  will  be  hard  and  tricky  .  She  and  Ian  just  were  not  compatible.  Her  womb  was  inhospitable  to  his  sperm  .  

She  loves  babies  .  She  loves  children  .  After  Ian  died  she  did  not  ever  think  she  would  have  a  baby  .  She  didn’t  get  the  privilege  of  being  an  aunt  either  ,  but  she  looked  after  her  friends  children  and  any  children  that  Edith  would  introduce  to  her  .  She  loved  babies  ,  and  when  friends  stayed  at  her  estate  ,  would  volunteer  to  watch  them  even  into  the  night  when  they  were  fussy  .  

Part  of  her  sadness  after  Tommy  Shelby  was  finding  out  that  Grace  was  pregnant  .  Not  because  she  didn’t  deserve  her  pregnancy  or  that  Tommy  didn’t  deserve  it  ,  but  because  it  probably  played  a  part  in  him  wanting  to  be  with  Grace  .  To  have  a  family  .  May  did  not  believe  it  was  possible  for  her  to  give  that  to  him  .  

It  is  possible  for  her  to  get  pregnant  ,  but  it  is  filled  with  complications  &  rarity  .  She  cannot  give  birth  to  a  brood  of  children  .  The  older  she  gets  ,  the  more  secure  she  becomes  in  knowing  she  might  not  be  a  mother  ,  but  she  can  do  more  for  children  who  do  not  have  parents  .  It  also  helps  bond  her  to  younger  children  much  faster  .  

When  she  found  out  that  Lizzy  had  donated  so  much  money  to  the  Grace  Shelby  Institute  she  sent  another  check  ,  because  she  could  .  

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I’m your little harlot, starlot, Queen of Coney Island, Raising Hell all over town, Sorry ‘bout it

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I love throwing May in every time period of history. Honestly.

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JUST JOE·:

@widowedfcked asked: but life has a way of pulling the rug out from under you just when you need it least.

the foxman starters:: ACCEPTING

THAT was the way of life, the way of war. ❝ah– always been a hardwood floor kinda guy.❞ he muses. joe’s voice has changed, another way the fight rattled a decent soul; ammunition smoke deepened his manner of speech and HARDENED the charm. but his eyes can still twinkle, can’t they? sky blue irises raise with a gentle quirk of his brow. they aren’t the same, the burden weighs too heavy for that but he can fake it for the sake of everyone under his wing. still, he smiles, the carve of his jaw lifting.  ❝ that way you have the upper hand. ❞ he turns to her, finally– who was he to turn down the company of a beautiful woman? a mitt extends, calloused by weaponry.  ❝ lieutenant dunsmuir, just joe is preferred though. can i ask your name? you must be tired of all us canadians running amok. ❞

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀����𝐇𝐘.  He  was  away  from  his  family  for  so  long  already  ,  the  war  ravaged  europe  and  he  had  come  with  his  own  people  to  help  protect  and  put  a  stop  to  it.  May  had  opened  up  all  of  her  homes  around  EUROPE  for  the  foreign  allies  to  be  housed  ,  but  this  was  the  one  she  resided  in  the  most  now  .  It  was  the  least  she  could  do  ,  just  some  part  ,  and  her  deceased  husband  would  have  WANTED  this.  She  chuckled  at  his  joke  ,  she  wished  she  could  be  a  hardwood  floor  woman  ,  but  she  loved  the  feeling  of  rugs  .    ❝  Just  Joe  ,  ❞  may  repeated  to  herself  ,  ❝  I  won’t  forget  that  Just  Joe.  ❞

❝  Lady  May  Fitz  Carleton  ,  but  I  prefer  May  .  War  is  hardly  a  time  when  titles  or  last  names  mean  much  ,  ❞  she  slides  her  smaller  hand  into  his  ,  shaking  it  .  She  memorizes  the  way  he  looks  ,  the  way  his  hand  feels  .  WAR  frightens  her  .  The  men  who  come  in  and  out  of  her  home  -  stationed  there  .  Some  have  come  &  gone  ,  others  have  never  come  back  .  She  tries  to  do  them  justice  -  remember  them  .  It’s  told  to  her  that  you  DIE  twice  in  your  LIFETIME  .  Once  ,  when  your  physical  body  dies  &  last  ,  when  your  name  has  been  spoken  for  the  last  time  .  

Her  red  lips  grin  ,  ❝  Tired  ?  Such  handsome  men  in  uniform  with  an  exotic  accent  ?  A  woman’s  dream  come  true  I  imagine  ,  ❞  she  teases  him  .  It’s  the  little  things  that  keep  you  human  .  She  doesn’t  pretend  to  imagine  to  understand  what  they’ve  seen  -  what  they  will  see  .  It’s  a  mystery  she  hopes  does  not  reach  their  door  .

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄·:

❝That is true. They were all wonderful women, sadly Anne Boleyn had a tragic fate. But none of them were cursed with this,❞ Her hand grasped onto the end of her pigtail, frowning. ❝This is nothing more than a curse rather a blessing. I tried dying it into a beautiful raven black. But, the dye turned my hair green. I was devastated. My best friend, Diana Barry, had gorgeous black hair.❞ Anne let out a dramatic sigh, dropping her arms to her sides. ❝I’m stuck with this hair color for the rest of my life.❞

𝐌𝐀𝐘'𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.  It  was  a  beautiful  red  -  it  reminded  may  of  autumn  when  riding  Amalthea  through  the  trails.  She  supposed  all  young  girls  must  have  SOMETHING  that  vexes  them.    ❝  gorgeous  raven  hair  is  something  to  aspire  to,  and  what  you  feel  is  wrong  with  your  hair  -  you  make  up  with  your  eyes  .  Not  many  have  such  gorgeous  iris  colour.    ❞  may  smiled.  she  did  not  know  what  possessed  her,  but  she  asked  anyway,    ❝  would  you  like  to  come  to  my  house  .  I  have  a  woman  come  from  town  once  a  month  to  help  me  with  my  hair  -  perhaps  she  can  give  you  ADVICE  ?  ❞

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“Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.”

— endlessroadhome (via sleeperxgent)

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❝ trumpets are sounding war-steeds are bounding; STAND TO YOUR ARMS  and march in good order enemies shall many a day tell of the bloody fray when the blue bonnets came over the border. ❞

independent. selective original character from an upcoming novel. 

wwii based with fandom convertible verses. crossover, au friendly

18+ 

created and adored by versoa.

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𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐲

𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 . May Carleton is extremely hurt by Tommy’s actions and lack of actions. At one point in Season 4 she tells him that he ‘bites like his horse.’ This speaks volumes to May, because horses bite for numerous reasons, but Tommy seems to only fall into a few categories that could be true as far as May sees it. 1) Fear. He’s not so much afraid of her, but afraid of being with her or what being with May means, so he has to push her away. He could be afraid of changing, to her, because that’s the only thing he really knows how to do. 2) Dominance. In the heard a horse will bite to show dominance and it seems like that’s what he’s doing to May. He’s trying to re-establish a different type of relationship after he tries to tell her off. Pretend she doesn’t understand him. 3) Redirecting aggression. Tommy’s on edge during this time, because the italians are in his backyard. He’s got all of this pent up aggression & anger and he’s now re-directed it to May. He’s impatient and takes it out on her. 

My May would never actually say anything about Tommy Shelby that’s relevant information. Nothing that would give away anything. She can’t pretend that she doesn’t really know him, because maids gossip and she has kissed him multiple times on her grounds and at the derby. It’s just not feasible. It’s not in her nature to seek revenge by telling Mosley anything. Could she? Absolutely, but she still cares deeply for Tommy even if he doesn’t for her and she genuinely doesn’t want the Shelby’s to get hurt. 

How May knows Mosley is something I will discuss in another post. I just want to evaluate what Mosley said about May and how she knows Tommy. What’s the higher up social circle saying about her. 

Mosley describes May as knowing Tommy, but barely remembering anytime that she spent with him or knowing much about him. He equates May knowing tommy as ‘after you get off a 3 day binge of drugs and alcohol’ which probably isn’t not correct? Especially in May’s case. It’s not so much that it wasn’t a cherished time in her life for a brief period, but it’s inappropriate for her to really talk about it. May has to act like she can barely remember speaking or talking to Tommy, let alone doing business with him because her reputation is at stake. She risked it earlier for him when he was just a gangster and she was willing to help him rise in the ranks as she could. 

May tells Tommy at one point that he thinks his people are bad, but he should try hers on. Then I believe next season he does end up telling Polly or someone else ‘that these people are worse than theirs.’ May can never be real and any true hurt or time she enjoyed with Tommy cannot be expressed to anyone. She’s not close friends with Mosley, most likely she’s friends with his wife, Lady Mosley, at the time and not Diana Mitford. She might see him in passing or even grew up with him to a degree, but was not a close confidant of his. She would probably confide in Edith, her nanny, but not Mosley. 

Acting as if he was insignificant in her life diminishes any rumors about them. It also won’t hurt Tommy’s campaign, because she’s a widow of a war hero/veteran and businessman & her father is a member of the conservative party. It would not look nice to be involved with May Carleton at that point. 

Saving face would also be a big motivation, as she was left at the race tracks without word from him. It’s a large blow to her reputation. He’s a bad 3 day binge that went wrong and everyone will excuse her for it, because she’s a ‘silly’ woman and it wasn’t a serious romance. A dalliance. It doesn’t matter that inside she really began to feel something for him and she can never express it. 

May Carleton is not foolish to ever say anything about the Peaky Blinders. She’s too proud to ever show the hurt or the true bitterness that she feels in regards to the relationship. She’s too prideful to be a silly girl and want something that does not want her back.