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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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I Did It Myself | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @evita-shelby ‘s follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) has to take matters into her own hands after she gets taken by Luca Changretta.

Warnings: language, violence (typical to series), weapons, character death

Word Count: 3272

A/N: this was so very fun to write ... I tried my hand at writing a character in the tune of your lovely OC, Eva, although I still think that Eva is still more badass. Congrats on your amazing milestone @evita-shelby !! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) had had enough. It had been weeks now and the Shelby family was still stuck in Small Heath. The war with the Changretta family was still raging on, and it seemed as if it had no clear end in sight. Even though Tommy had managed to kill three of his men, Luca himself was still alive, which meant danger was still imminent. This also meant that (Y/N) still had to be sequestered in her old Watery Lane home. And she hated it.

Tommy insisted that she only leave the premises to either go to see Linda, Polly, or Ada, who were occupying other houses on Watery Lane. It wasn't safe for her to leave the confines of that street...he reminded her of that daily.

But going from doing so much at Arrow House to doing practically nothing in Small Heath was incredibly hard for her to adapt to. She often looked forward to when it was time to cook meals, which was surprising because she hated cooking. There was nothing else to do, though.

Today, however, (Y/N) had something planned. Instead of sitting inside and watching the world go by through a window, she was going to go out and enjoy herself. What would she do? She didn't quite know yet. But what she did know was she wanted to get as far away from Watery Lane as possible while still being within the Small Heath protection limits. Tommy left early in the morning. He was spending most of his time over at Charlie's yard; planning with his brothers and the other men, or working on perfecting his gin recipe...which was still a little too sweet for (Y/N)'s liking.

She waited until mid-day to go out on her own, after making sure that she looked presentable, of course. This was the first time in weeks that she had a reason to wear something other than a house dress, and she surely was going to make the most of it.

The Lane was quiet; people were either off at work or content inside their house. This benefitted (Y/N), because it meant that she didn't have anyone who would be going to her husband with the intent of telling on her. Everything seemed to be going to plan.

The first place she went was to a café that sat just two streets over. She got herself some tea and some pastries, happy to be eating something other than her own bland cooking. After sitting and enjoying herself there, she continued on down a few more streets until she made it to her favorite consignment store in the city. Dolly's as it was called, was run by an elderly woman who, you guessed it, went by the name Dolly. She was always very friendly and happy to see her repeat customers. She and (Y/N) had developed a sturdy relationship over all of the times that the younger woman had visited the shop.

"(Y/N)!" Dolly cheered as (Y/N) walked through the door.

"How are you, Ms. Dolly?" (Y/N) asked with a wide smile, happy to see some familiar faces after being alone for so long, "it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It most certainly has," the other woman agreed with her, "I've been getting by. How have you been?" she then flipped the question back onto (Y/N), who had finally reached the counter.

"Oh, I've been fine," (Y/N) answered, letting out a slight sigh. "Things have been a bit hectic since Tommy's been dealing with a...a problem with the company, but we've been alright," she then disclosed, unsure of how much detail to go into.

Dolly's facial expression told her that she already knew more than what was just said to her. "Oh, yes...I've heard," she responded in a voice that clearly showed her shock of the situation, "those Shelby boys'll figure it out though...they always do," she finished her statement with some assuring words, which made (Y/N) smile. It was evident that the whole of Small Heath was still rallying behind the Shelby family, and that alone made (Y/N) feel proud.

"Here's hoping," (Y/N) said, nodding her head slightly before Dolly allowed her to go and peruse the wares that had been on display.

After finding two small jewelry pieces that she liked, (Y/N) made her way back over to the register. "Find anything special?" Dolly asked as the younger woman sat the items down on the counter.

"Just these two little things," (Y/N) responded as she pulled the correct amount of billnotes out of her purse, "I think they'll fit well with several of the dresses I have back at home."

"They're lovely pieces. You have such magnificent taste, (Y/N)," Dolly praised her, her kind words making (Y/N) smile slightly.

"Thank you, Dolly," the younger woman smiled before she pulled two more notes out of her purse and slipped them over to her. "For being a familiar face," she said, sending the older lady a wink.

"Thank you, darling," Dolly smiled widely, "take care now," she said her goodbye as (Y/N) turned and made her way back to the door of the shop.

She made her way back onto the street, deciding that she would walk even further from home and maybe sit on a bench at the park for a while. It was a beautiful day out...she was going to make the most of it.

She'd only gotten about a block down the road when someone called out to her: "it's rather brave of you to be out walking alone considering everything that's going on, Mrs. Shelby." It was a man, and his voice was coming from the passenger's side of the car that had slowed down next to her.

"I'm doing fine, thank you," she responded, barely glancing in their direction as she continued walking. She hoped that her disinterest in having a conversation would make them keep driving...although she couldn't quite shake her suspicions behind their reaching out. He spoke in an unfamiliar accent.

"Let us drive you home. Get you some place safe again," the guy called again as he continued to coast down the road alongside her.

"I said I'm fine," (Y/N) repeated her previous answer, stressing her words a bit more now.

"I don't think you picked up on it...this isn't up for your choice," he continued on, his voice dropping slightly.

"I said I'm ok," (Y/N) continued on with her insisting, stopping so that she could finally look at the man.

"Get in the fucking car," another man's voice came out of nowhere beside her, and the slightest glance in his direction made (Y/N) realize that he was holding a gun.

“Do you know who you’re messing with?” she asked, still standing her ground.

The men were persistent though. “We know exactly who you are, and that’s why you’re coming with us. So get in the fucking car,” the one standing beside her said as he then grabbed her arm and began walking her to the car’s rear door. She should have screamed...she knew she should have, but nothing would come out. So she gave in to their demands and got into the car. She’d have to fool them if she wanted to get herself out of this situation.

Some time later, the car pulled into the back lot of a hotel building. (Y/N) wondered how they were able to make it this far without being detected, but still managed to keep up her act. If things were going to go the way she was hoping, she’d have to make these men think that she was helpless and like putty in their hands.

Soon enough, she was sitting in a chair in an otherwise empty room. There was nothing physically holding her to the chair; the two men who brought her there were standing on either side of her. Her plan was definitely going as she’d hoped it to.

Not after long, the man, who up until this point she’d only heard about, entered the room. Luca Changretta. He was donning a rather nicely tailored three piece suit, and he had a cocky smirk on his face. Surely he felt like he had the upper hand in this whole feud now.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he asked as he came closer to where (Y/N) was sitting. “(Y/N) Shelby...what a pleasure it is to meet you. I see you haven’t been following your husband’s orders of staying off the streets,” he continued, tutting at her wrong doings.

“My husband isn’t in charge of what I do in my own time,” she snapped back at him, feeling annoyed at the fact that she was expected to do as Tommy said and not bat an eyelash.

“Oh, he’s not...but what you’ve decided to do with your own time is now going to kill him,” Luca stated, his words making (Y/N)’s eyes widen slightly. He only laughed at the reaction he’d caused. “You thought that we took you to kill you? No, sweetheart...we want to end this thing once and for all, and you’re going to be the one that brings him to us.”

(Y/N) felt her stomach drop at his words, and at once, the severity of the situation kicked in. She hadn’t thought of this possibility...that Luca would use her as bait to bring Tommy in, and she kicked herself for that. “You can’t possibly fool him like that,” she tried to defy him, hoping that her true emotions wouldn’t show.

“We’re surely going to try,” Luca was still grinning.

The door to the room opened before anything else could be said. “Mr. Changretta, Mr. Solomons is on the phone for you,” the man announced, making Luca finally look away from (Y/N).

“I’ll be right in for it,” Luca answered the man, who then left the room, before he turned back to (Y/N) and the help he had standing on either side of her. “Watch her, huh? This call shouldn’t take long,” he addressed the men before looking at the woman, “and you, think of what you’ll say to your husband...it’ll be the last time you speak to him.”

With that, Luca left the room. (Y/N) glanced up at the guards before she stared straight ahead at the door of the room. She couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling bubbling up in her stomach. There was a way out of this...she knew that much. But what it was wasn’t so clear to her yet. Yet.

Like Luca had said, it wasn’t long before he returned to the room. The cocky smirk was still apparent on his face as he came to a stop in front of (Y/N). “Our second option still needs some convincing, but we may not need it thanks to this darling right here,” he told his men before looking down at (Y/N), “have you decided what you’ll be saying?” he asked her then, his one eyebrow quirked.

“I have,” she kept her response short, nodding her head as she swallowed thickly.

“Good,” Luca nodded before snapping his fingers at the man on the left, “bring in the phone,” he ordered. The man nodded, leaving the room before hurrying back in with the phone in his hands, its chord trailing behind him. It only took a few seconds before Luca was talking with the receiver up to his ear. “Mr. Shelby...thank you for answering my call. I have someone here that wants to talk to you,” he said, his grin growing as he handed the receiver over to (Y/N). ‘Speak’ he mouthed to her.

“Hi...hi, Tommy,” she said, hating how shaky her voice was. At least it helped play into her charade.

“(Y/N)?” Tommy sounded extremely confused, “(Y/N), why are you with Luca Changretta?”

“His men found me. They brought me to where he’s staying. I’ll tell you where it is in a moment, but you need to come get me,” she said, speaking slowly as a way to try and keep her nerves down.

“I’ll come get you. Yeah, I’ll get you and then I’ll put a bullet in that fucker’s brains for thinking he could lay a hand on me wife,” Tommy responded with anger in his voice. She didn’t need to see him to tell how worked up he was getting. She took a deep breath to keep herself calm.

“Just come get me, ok?”

“I will. What’s the address, (Y/N)?” Tommy almost immediately insisted.

“It’s the one on Drinker Street,” she answered, not being too specific. Before Tommy was able to comment on that, she continued: “don’t forget to put the tea on before you leave...I might want some when I come home.”

Tommy froze after hearing her words. That was their sentence. The code they made up for ‘stay in place and I’ll get myself out of this’ so many years ago. Her tone was serious, so he knew he had to believe her. He had to stay back and hope that she’d be able to get herself out of this. “Ok,” he said as he exhaled a breath, “I’ll put the tea on and then I’ll come get you,” he played along just in case the lines were bugged. He knew that (Y/N) would understand what he was saying though. He wouldn’t be leaving his spot until he heard from her again.

“Ok. I love you, Tommy,” she added to make the situation more believable before the phone line went dead and the conversation ended. “He’s on his way,” she told Luca in a monotone voice, her words making his grin grow.

“Perfect,” he said, snapping his fingers at one of the guards before waving for the man to follow him out of the room. The man obliged, leaving (Y/N) in the room with the other guard.

“You realize you’ve just sent your husband to the slaughter,” the guard spoke up once the door shut, a similar cocky grin on his face.

“I do, and I’d like you to not mention it again,” she snapped, taking a deep breath then to try and control her emotions. She was going to need to be calm and collected if she wanted this plan she’d thought up to go as planned. A long period of silence went by before (Y/N) cleared her throat and spoke up again: “could you please give me my purse at least. My throat’s dry and I need a lozenge,” she made her ask believable by clearing her throat again.

The man let out a huff but pushed himself off of the wall and made his way to the table that stood on the other side of the room. (Y/N) watched him carefully, grinning internally at the fact that her plan was going off without a hitch. Dumb man, she thought to herself as the guard grabbed the purse and brought it to her. “Here you go,” he said, extending it to her.

She accepted it and made it seem as though she was rummaging through it for a few moments. Then, in one swift motion, she grabbed the knife that she always kept in the bag’s bottom. She then stood up and took a few steps towards the man who was still retreating back to his original spot. She wrapped her one arm around him to stop his movements before swinging the other arm around so that she’d be able to plunge the knife into his chest. The man yelped, but (Y/N) quickly silenced him, pushing him against the wall and bringing her hand up to cover his mouth before she began repeatedly plunging the knife into his chest. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, repeating the motion a few more times for good measure before leaving the weapon stuck in his chest for good. The man’s eyes widened and dulled as she then stepped back from him, allowing him to slump lifelessly to the ground.

After taking a deep breath to contain herself, she wiped the splattered blood off of her face and then quietly walked towards the door. Opening it ever so slowly, she then peeked her head out to see that the larger room of the suite was indeed empty. She shook her head and grinned, realizing that her plan had worked out perfectly. There surely wasn’t an inkling in their minds that she could manage to escape. So she quickly managed to make her way down the side fire escape, moving as quietly as possible to get down to the ground from the third floor.

The sun was starting to set at this point, which made it easier for (Y/N) to slip into the alleyways that she knew like the back of her hand. Soon enough, she was making her way back onto Watery Lane.

She knocked on the door of her and Tommy’s home gently and waited for someone to come to it. A good bit of time had passed since she made the call to her husband, so she hoped that he’d returned to the house for the night.

Her hopes were answered moments later when the door swung open to reveal a very worried looking Tommy. “(Y/N),” he breathed, exhaling a sigh of relief as his eyes swept over his wife; who was covered in splattered blood. “You’re back...you’re ok,” he said, then taking her arms into his hands so that he could bring her in closer to him. “Are you ok?” he flipped the second part of his original statement into a question.

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) answered, a dejected look in her eyes. She had had a long day and was more than ready for a warm bath and sleep.

“What about Luca? What about the men? Did you inflict any casualties?” he asked, his eyes still slightly frantic.

“I killed the man that was guarding me. There was no one else left in the hotel room when I left,” she explained to him, internally hating to he was now putting her through a questioning session.

“I’ll have men watching over you now...now that Luca’s realized that his plan didn’t go the way he wanted,” he assured her, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“No, Tommy. I don’t need men. I’m fine by myself, because I did all of that myself. There’s nothing your men can do that I can’t,” she told him, putting her foot down on the situation before she was finally able to begin walking to the stairs in the house. Before she was on the second floor, she stopped, “oh...Alfie Solomons called Luca while I was there. They’re concocting some sort of plan,” she informed him as she twisted back to look at him.

“No,” was all he said in response, a look of disbelief on his face. There was no way that Alfie would go behind his back again...not after what happened to him and his son.

“Yes,” (Y/N) insisted, nodding for an additional effect. “Believe me, or not...I don’t care at the moment. I’m going to go take a bath, see that Charlie is sleeping, and go to bed. I’ve had enough of everything for today,” she said, letting out a long sigh before she turned around again and continued up the steps to go and do just that.

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backtomycorner · 3 years ago

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The (Gay) Origins of Vampires in British Literature

Thanks to the absolute joy that is Dracula Daily, I thought now might be a good time to talk about the origins of the vampire in British literature. I am a 19th century scholar who focuses on the Gothic, so while by no means an expert on vampires, I do have some understanding of how the genre came to be and boy, is it as wild and petty and as you'd hope it to be.

In order to understand how vampires came to be the aristocratic, blood sucking sex symbols they are today, let's first lay some ground work on how the tradition made it's way to Britain:

The vampire is a folkloric figure from Central and Eastern Europe, the Balkans, Turkey, and Greece. In 1701, French botanist Joseph Pitton de Tournefort was touring the island of Mykonos and recounted in his A Voyage to the Levant (1702) his experience witnessing the locals dig up the grave of a suspected Vrykolakas and cut the heart from its chest.

A century later, the Romantic poet Robert Southey cites de Tournefort's Voyage in his epic poem Thalaba the Destroyer (1801). The poem does not outright use the word "vampire" and the turning of the main character's love interest into a vampire is a minor plot point, but Southey's work draws a direct line of how the vampire tradition jumped from Greece to England.

Now here's where it gets interesting.

It involves (of course it does) everybody's favorite 19th century bad boy, Lord Byron.

Byron's poem The Giaour (rhymes with shower) is the first mention of a vampire in the English literary canon. His vampire falls more in line with the folkloric vampire as a blood drinking corpse than a debonair aristocrat. How Byron learned about vampires is not clear. He could have learned about them from Southey or de Tournefort, or encountered the legend during his own travels in Greece. Either way, Byron didn't really care for vampires. He thought they were dumb.

ENTER THE FAMOUS GHOST STORY NIGHT AT LAKE GENEVA

Scene: Mary and Percy Shelley. Mary's step sister Claire, Lord Byron, his doctor John Polidori, probably a ton of opium, and definitely a lot of sexual tension.

While most people know that Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein during this time, it's also worth noting that Byron started writing what was called A Fragment, or a Fragment of a Novel which featured an aristocratic traveler/vampire. However, Byron got bored with it and decided to drop the whole thing.

Not so much for Dr. John Polidori. Polidori worshipped Byron. He wanted to be Byron. He most likely wanted to bed Byron and Byron had the gall to laugh and call him "Polly Dolly" and refuse to give him the time of day.

So Polidori got his revenge by taking over Byron' s fragment and turning it into The Vampyre (1819). The entire novel is a thinly veiled jab at Byron and his hedonistic living. To make matters worse, the public thought Byron wrote it which infuriated Polidori who just wanted to shame Byron who laughed the entire thing off and said he would never write anything so trashy.

Once again, you can blame Lord Byron for something. The aristocratic, seductive vampire is (indirectly) because of him.

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murderousginger · 4 years ago

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Cherry Red

Cops & Robbers epilogue???

Warnings: They’re criminals, guys, they do bad things.

Word Count: 2,982

Song inspiration here

Warm rough fingertips danced along your bare back, stopping to trace along the horse tattooed upon your shoulder. The cool rings made you grip your champagne flute tighter as the hand -- which most certainly was not your husband's -- dipped from your shoulders down your exposed back to the indent above your waist.

"Backless dresses suit you much better than men's clothing, pet," his breath tickled your ear as he rounded you, his red beard unruly compared to his sharp black suit. "You lied to me those years ago. You are a Shelby."

"You ever hit me again, Mr. Solomons, and I'll gut you in front of God and Polly," you smiled as you tipped your glass to him, your wedding ring gleaming against the flute. "Keep that in mind tonight."

"I don't remember you being so brave those years ago," he squinted, looking over your dress. As his gaze followed the line of your body you cocked your hip, showing your leg through a slit in the gown. His eyes widened before snapping back to your face. "Pretty creature gained courage with a ring on her finger."

His hand lingered on your waist as his fingers played with the edge of your cherry red dress. You lifted your eyebrow at him but refused to move out of his grasp.

"You looked me in the eye far more when I was dressed as a man," you countered before finishing your glass in a gulp. "Perhaps my witchcraft only works on you when you're reminded of my body. You forget what you told me?"

"Which part, love?" He smirked as his free hand smoothed his beard.

You leaned forward and pressed your hand on his chest as you whispered into his ear.

"Funniest thing about pretty creatures, pet," you drawled, mimicking his accent. "The most colorful are usually the likeliest to kill you dead without warnin'."

You pulled back and looked around the room with bored eyes. You could see Arthur shooting glances your way as he conversed with a man, and John and Esme were at a table across the crowded ballroom. Esme wrangled their youngest and John's glare fixed on Alfie's arm. His fist was tight on the table as Esme drew his attention back to his family. Finn and Isaiah were both talking in a corner with the help, darting glances your way from time to time.

You raised your glass to a maid and nodded for her to bring her tray over. She smiled nervously and hastily cut through the crowd.

"Mrs. Shelby," she said, eyeing Alfie standing so close with his hand on your waist before her eyes snapped to yours.

"I'm bored of champagne," you monotoned. "Get me a whiskey, please, Dolly. Mr. Solomons? Would you rather rum? Gin?"

His eyes flashed and you felt his fingers flex on your side.

"Don't drink the stuff, meself," he said. "I suppose, when in hell, I'll have a whiskey."

"How courteous to fall to our level," you teased as the maid tittered away to fulfill your request.

"I've seen no white knight come to your rescue yet, pet," his cold rings pressed against your bare spine. "Why do I feel glares but no one has dared interrupt us? Where is my good friend Mr. Shelby?"

"I've no need for a good man, let alone a knight, Alfie," you smiled and raised your glass to the ballroom. "This is my dear husband's fundraiser. He's around somewhere talking old men out of their money and into his favor."

"Ay, Birmingham and London wasn't enough, he had to join parliament," he chuckled. "And his wife's scandalous attitude has gained more than one headline in the papers."

Alfie's hand raised to graze along your tattooed shoulder.

"You show you are marked so openly," he murmured. "Like a badge rather than an abomination."

"God never visited Small Heath," you laughed. "No need to gain favor of an absent father."

"Blasphemous with a smile," Alfie shook his head and pressed his lips into a tight line. "Perhaps you should be in men's clothes with the balls on you."

"Says the man with his hands on another's wife at a very public gala," you smiled curtly and squinted at him, as if assessing him and finding him wanting.

"How will the papers headline it?" Alfie said, leaning closer as if to tell a secret. "Another man touching the good politician Shelby's wild wife. Her bare back at that. Scandalous, innit love?"

You laughed loudly and threw your head back, running your fingers along the seam of his suspender inside his jacket. You felt him freeze under your touch as you pressed against him, taking in the spice of his cologne as heads turned to follow your laugh to its source.

"Aren't you a prominent beacon in the Jewish community, Mr. Solomons?" You pushed the words into his ear, velvet draping over him as your grin grew Cheshire-like. "I'm not the only one that can suffer a scandal, and I can promise a pious man will make more headlines than a Shelby."

The maid returned with a stiff 'ma'am' as she handed the whiskey glasses to you both. You murmured your thanks, sipped your drink as you deftly took a step away and turned to face your adversary.

You looked over his shoulder to see you had Polly's full attention, her scowl cutting you as your glance stuttered on her. She nodded once slowly as she glared daggers one more moment before returning to her conversation. The signal was loud and clear: behave.

Your eyes searched the ballroom again, finding John's jaw set as he held a toddler, his eyes squinting at yours in question. You winked at him, a smile curling on your lips that you tried to hide by the rim of the whiskey glass. He was not amused.

"Getting all your orders signed to you, love?" He chuckled. "Did you get in trouble with your family? Not as free as you'd like to think."

Alfie smiled wide, a wolf who realized he found a soft spot, and took a large gulp of his drink. He grimaced, clearing his throat as he frowned at the glass.

"I'll forgive you this once," you said, your attention returning to him. "So it won't interfere with our business."

"Business?" Alfie frowned. "You would never interfere with my business with Tommy."

"No, Alfie," your eyes hardened as Alfie's expression blanked. "I do mean our business."

"Alfie, old friend," a warm voice called from behind you as a familiar hand rested on your back. "I hope you didn't start business without me. Some of my guests require more attention and it becomes difficult to get away. I see you found (Y/N) to entertain you."

Alfie watched as Tommy came up beside you, all ease and familiarity as if it was instinct. His suit was crisp, every corner of his appearance perfect and every bit a politician, down to the fake turn of his lips. His fingers played with the fabric against the small of your back and goosebumps covered your skin as he talked with the increasingly agitated man in front of you.

"What do you mean she's in charge of your shipping business?" Alfie's voice had clipped, his games falling aside as his shock got the better of him.

"Exactly what he said," you smiled. "If you would like a piece of our shipping gin -- and possibly your rum -- to the Americas, you'll need to speak to me."

"Ah," Alfie said, tongue circling an eye tooth as he reassessed you in Tommy's arms. "So the soldier had become a general herself."

"More like a queen," Tommy said, leaning down to kiss your cheek as he pulled you into his side.

"Wouldn't the charity be better business for a woman to run?" Alfie frowned, squinting between you both.

"Lizzie is running the charity," you supplied, your fingers running along Tommy's arm that stretched along your middle. "We're a modern company, Mr. Solomons. Multiple women can run multiple pieces."

"I was hoping to introduce you two, make the transition smoother," Tommy said as his jaw ticked. "But you seem to have shot straight for (Y/N) before I could."

"We've met, we did," Alfie said as he twisted his beard in his hand. "Had a nice little discussion all those years ago, didn't we pet? Thought it only proper to give her a hello while you were busy."

Tommy's face was blank, his eyes half lidded as if bored. If anyone could shut Alfie Solomons' erratic energy down, it was Tommy Shelby and his nature of being completely still. Looking between the men was like looking between fire and ice. Both were dangerous, conniving, and ambitious to a fault.

Alfie was loud, erratic, constantly flipping moods, expressions, energies, to keep everyone around him on their toes. You never knew when he would strike because he constantly tapped on walls for weaknesses. By the time he had done what he wished, no one flinched because it was old hat. You couldn't tell whick way was up or down by the time Alfie was done with you.

Tommy, on the other hand, preferred to be still, watchful, quiet. People often would see his blank face and -- unable to read an expression -- take whatever he said as truth. He would hold himself still until everyone forgot he was there and when he would strike there would be nothing but astonishment and dust in his wake. He was a ghost.

Tommy licked his lips, letting the air thicken between them before he unwrapped himself from your waist and took your hand. You placed your drink on a nearby table. His eyes instantly warmed as they left Alfie to look you up and down.

"Do you like this dress, Alfie?" Tommy asked as he twirled you slowly in front of the man, letting the long red fabric frame you. "I picked it out myself. I believe it's from Paris, right love?"

Alfie grunted, looking between you and Tommy with suspicion.

"It is," you said evenly, allowing him to spin you in front of the man like he was showing off a jewel in the light.

"Your taste has always been rich, Tom," Alfie squinted. "No doubt about that."

"It's made from a very fine silk, I believe," Tommy went on, ignoring the comment, his eyes dancing between your figure and Alfie's confused face.

"The thing about it is the cut," he went on, leaning toward Alfie as if conspiring. "My beautiful wife can't wear undergarments with it. Low back, that slit up the side, how the dress flows over her more like water than fabric. Very unfortunate, don't you think?"

Alfie's eyes widened as he eyed your body even closer. He reddened slightly as he finally made his way to your face to see your eyebrow cocked at him daringly, the smallest curl of your lips a mix of a snarl and a smile.

"Very unfortunate, indeed," Alfie mumbled. "Why are you telling me this, Tom?"

"Oh no reason at all," Tommy tilted his head and winked as he pulled you closer to him, his hand dropping yours to rest splayed on your hip.

"You're going to dance with my wife, Alfie, while I grab a smoke," Tommy said, the edge to his voice sharper than his locked jaw. "And you'll figure out the conditions for our joint alcohol smuggling effort during that dance."

Tommy's blue eyes burrowed into Alfie as he waited for an answer. Alfie nodded slowly and extended his hand toward you, a grimace on his face as you dipped your head and accepted his hand. His hand extended yours out as his other rested on your waist, flitting over your skin rather than holding. He was nervous like a clumsy child that was told to set the table with fine china tonight.

"Oh, and Alfie," Tommy called before Alfie could pull you too far away. You both looked back at him, but only you had a sparkle of mischief in your eye.

"She might cut you if your hands wander," Tommy said, his eyebrows raised as his chin and voice sank. "I'll shoot you in the fuckin' face."

You exhaled a sharp laugh as Alfie's hand on your waist all but hovered above you, his face white as a sheet as he pulled you away from your husband. Tommy gave a nod and moved within the crowd, finding a place next to Polly for a moment. You looked around the room for a moment before reading your eyes back to the uncomfortable man in front of you.

"I will, you know," you smiled as his mouth quirked. "Cut you."

"With what blade in that dress?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised," you said.

Alfie grunted and looked over your shoulder, no doubt looking for the positions of the Shelbys.

"Stop being grumpy, it's lame," you laughed as you rubbed his shoulder. "We have business to agree upon."

"Easy for you to say, pet," he mumbled. "Didn't realize I would be holding a bomb to me chest tonight over business."

"Isn't that the only way to do business?" You frowned. "I even wore red to alert you. I thought you knew better."

"Fuckin' should've," he breathed. "Alright, now, let's get to it then."

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As the song ended, you and Alfie had agreed on a preliminary run of a limited amount of his rum going in your next shipment to America. If the numbers and shipment went well, you would ramp up within a fortnight.

"May I have this dance?" Tommy appeared, his hand outstretched and pushing the two of you away from each other.

"I believe we have amenable terms for now," Alfie bowed his head as he kissed your hand, in much better spirits than when the dance began. "I will leave my favorite cutthroats to go forth and ruin someone else's night with their fuckery. I do believe I need to return home and wash the sin from my clothes before it stains."

"Goodnight, Alfie," you said warmly as he easily transferred you to Tommy's side. "Safe travels home."

"Goodnight," Tommy said, all edge of his voice gone as his attention was only on you, his mouth dipped to kiss your shoulder.

Alfie looked between you two and exhaled a soft laugh before he turned away, shaking his head.

"Are we going to dance before you leave me to Polly to be yelled at, or was that just a way to cut short my time with your ally?" You murmured as his hand tickled your back.

"I can dance," he said as he kissed your neck and swept you into his arms.

You giggled as his hot breath tickled your ear and he pulled you across the hall.

"So Polly is unhappy with me," you laughed as you pulled back to look him in the eye.

Tommy sighed.

"You threatened to make a scene, love," he said as his eyes softened. "With Alfie of all people."

"I think she's more upset about the half a glass of whiskey I had than dealing with Alfie," you said, earning a confused look from Tommy. "Alfie was only trying to make me uncomfortable."

"You didn't flinch a bit," Tommy toned.

"Oh! You're jealous," you gasped. "Did Alfie Solomons upset my dear husband, king Tommy?"

"No one's to touch my wife but me," he said, roughly tugging you to the other side of a pillar as he pressed you against it in the shadow.

He lifted your chin with his finger as his knee pressed between your legs and his other hand found its way into the slit of your dress and squeezed your ass.

"Will you take me right here, Mr. Politician," you taunted, grinding a little against his knee as his eyes caught flame. "Need to prove your claim that boldly? Not enough to dangle me in front of your colleagues?"

"You're bored of the parties," he said as his head tilted and his hand wrapped around your throat, holding you against the pillar. "You aren't made for the pleasantries of the light."

"I'd much rather us in the dark," you tipped your chin up, your hands roaming up his chest and neck to pull him close.

"I hear you," he panted as your foreheads touched. You teased, your breath on his lips as you kept just out of reach. "But tonight is about what's best for this family."

"I agree," you smirked. "Our little one deserves a good life."

Tommy's mouth slacked and his hand dropped from your throat as you chuckled.

"S'why Polly's upset," you whispered into his open mouth. "The whiskey. She called it last week. John was in the kitchen. Why do you think your little brother had grown so protective over me again?"

You smiled, taunting as he stood frozen.

"Did you fear he was trying to claim me again?" Your hand traced his jaw before you closed his mouth. "I'm yours, Tommy Shelby, just like this child is."

"Well, Mrs. Shelby," his voice was hoarse as he pushed the words out, shoveling them like gravel. He cleared his throat as he licked his lips. "Perhaps we should retire for the night."

"And leave your fundraiser?" You asked, your brows raised.

It was not like him not to be the last one in the ballroom, talking to every last person as if to stuff his pockets with every cent and favor he could. You bit your lip as you watched the gears turn behind his soft eyes. He had completely melted against you.

"My poor pregnant wife must be exhausted from the stress of the night," he said evenly, his hand tickling your thigh. "And what sort of man would I be if not to take care of her?"

"What sort, indeed," you smiled as you kissed him softly.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tommy shelby x reader #storytime with murderousginger #promptmurderousginger

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oh-theres-a-woman · 5 years ago

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Blood Doilies; Part Two

A/N: Here’s the as promised second part to Blood Doilies. This part is one I felt would be lovely to leave light and fluffy amidst the underlying themes of abuse. Allowing the reader to see the warmth of another person after being hurts for so long by another. Once more, to all the people that read part one, thank you so much for all the love.

Taglist: @zodiyack , @itsfrancisneptun , @shelbys-we-get-the-job-done, @amy-booxx & @fandom-fucking-shit

Pairing: Thomas Shelby X Female Reader

Word Count: 1438

Other Parts of the Story: [ 1 ], [ 3 ], [ 4 ], [ 5 ], [ 6 ], [ 7 ], [ 8 ], [ 9 ]

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The safe house appointed by the Shelby family and Peaky Blinders was stunning. Nothing that you could ever afford with life even organised. It hadn’t been long since the meeting when they ushered you down the streets of Small Heath to a townhouse, close to their point of main operations. Actually, it was across the road to the Betting Shop. So, the Blinders would be nearby at all times.

Walking through the homely presence, you could very much see your babies settling in here well enough. It’d just be a moment getting them from the neighbour. Packing a few things and coming back to this safe house. More than graciously, you had repeated your thanks to Polly Gray and Thomas Shelby a multitude of times. Which stole a small true smile from the plainly honest business runner and a more supportive one from his Aunt.

After they left and gave you the key, there were another few minutes spent looking through the entire small house. Eyes alert on all the beautiful things. Observing the modest bedroom, comfortable bed. Then the over room for the children. They’d spoken about getting a crib so it’d be put in briefly. One of the Shelbys’ had one spare for her to borrow. It made you completely grateful.

Shrugging off the cardigan in your privacy, you made the beds and prepared the bedroom for the children. Once everything was perfect, you were out the door and collecting them. Packing a few bags of their clothes and dollies. Packing your own clothing, tucking a comfortable hat onto your head. There was a moment where you stopped in the house that could have once been considered a home. One that made you feel insecure, now.

Looking at the bible left on your bedside table, you picked the holy book up. Tucking your prayer beads into the pocket of your dress. The only thing that was left behind were various things that your husband had left behind, and the wedding ring that once rested on your finger. A single note underneath it. Saying: Goodbye, William.

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Annabeth was sucking her knuckle when you arrived at the new home safely. Marcus snug at your chest, asleep. The poor thing had a bad night. So, you’d settle him in the crook of your shoulder. Watching the very active toddler, a very helpful little girl fussed about the new townhouse. That she’d proclaimed in was the castle a prince was the one who’d given them the house. Of course, this was in some sort of child babble. You knew what she meant, it was almost like that maternal bond with your children was strong enough you knew which coo, cry and babble meant.

Marcus was big on cooing, his brown expressive eyes and tone always selling what he wanted. Or told you clear enough he was annoyed. Annabeth was a stubborn little thing, she shrieked and babbled with fists waving. She’d seen her father do it a few too many times. So, the child believed it was okay behaviour. A task that you’d have to teach out of one pride and joy.

Sorting through the clothes upstairs, Annabeth settled looking at her little brother. Holding him like she was a mini-mother. So proud with the little boy in her arms. “Mama, doth you need helping? I can be big helper.” Spoke the sweet little girl, trying to gather her sentences together. You couldn’t believe how fast she was progressing. It made a swelling pride of motherhood take root in your heart. Brushing her curls out of hazel blue eyes, that were much like your late mothers. A smile couldn’t be hidden from your face.

“No Darling, you just keep your little brother comfortable and happy. Mama is just putting your clothes away.” You said soothingly to your little girl. Noticing the beaming pride that she’d been tasked with taking on a grand mission. Eyes drifting down on her little brother lovingly. A mop of curls was like a curtain hiding both little faces. Allowing you to return to arranging things. Then, soon it’d be working on supper for your small family.

Nursing Marcus in the quiet sitting room after a time, you were grateful that Annabeth had curled up beside you on the loveseat. Every last bit of her energy was spent. Leaving a quiet little moment for yourself and the dear little boy suckled at your breast. Stroking his puffed-out cheeks. He looked like a brown-eyed squirrel with a mop of auburn fuzz. The boy your husband wanted most in the world. It had been a nightmare when Annabeth was born because she wasn’t a boy. Something he never let you or the little girl forget for a moment. In mirrored bruises on your body.

Remembering your pregnancy with Marcus, you had threatened to throw yourself down the stairs if he so much as touched your little girl. In the case, it’d dash his chances of a little boy he wanted. Bitter and cold by his behaviour towards the perfect little flower.

Burping the well-fed baby over your shoulder, fixing your dress. A small knock on the door caught your attention, stirring Annabeth on the couch. Marcus drunk from his little milk coma only hiccupped and burped. Paying no mind to the noise. Spying through the peephole, spotting Thomas Shelby standing there holding a parcel. You didn’t spare a moment in opening the door. “Mrs [Y/N], Pol thought you’d be needing these clothes for yourself and the little ones.” He gestured to the baby at your shoulder, as your left hand rubbed Marcus’s back. A warmth of blush travelled in your cheeks, absolutely smitten by the kindness.

“Oh thank you so much, Mister Shelby. Would you like to come in for some tea?” You asked trying to invite the man in. Offering to take the parcel from his arms. But he simply placed it on the table sparing your full arms.

“Tea would be lovely, thank you. And, call me, Thomas.” He was curt in his manner, looking back at you with that assessing gaze. Before looking down at the loveseat. Noticing Annabeth playing with her dolly babbling some sort of nonsense. Before gasping catching wind of him. Eyes utterly sparkling with Thomas, poking to him with no thought of manners.

“Mama! Prince is here!” Annabeth announced stirring an awkward gork from you and a chuckle from Thomas. He was rather amused at the gesture of him being anything remotely dashing.

“I don’t think I’m a prince, but you are certainly a little princess,” Thomas said in a soothing voice that made you look on with awe. His utter gentleness in regard to your daughter. She slipped out of the loveseat, standing rather bashfully giving a cheeky wave. Curtseying with a bit of a wobble on her footing. But the Blinder was quick to catch her. Brushing long curls from the little girl’s face. “Carefully there,” he said in a rather parental tone that caused a sad smile to tug on your cheek.

It was the warmth your daughter had always deserved. “Thank you for catching her,” you whispered from the back of the loveseat. Holding the now sleeping Marcus. His little fists tightened in the front of your dress. Rising to his feet, Thomas looked at you with surprising warmth after settling Annabeth back on the seat. Holding out his arms to take the sleeping child from you so you could get tea.

It was a strange domestic sight to see the ruthless head of the Birmingham gang, take the sleeping baby correctly into his hold. Hand light supporting the little back into his shoulder. Little fists resting on his chest clenched tightly. Easy breaths leaving Marcus. He didn’t stir once in Tommy’s grasp.

“Right, I’ll get the tea.” You said lightly, blush collecting at marked cheeks. Filling the kettle as Thomas stayed in the sitting room with the children. Sitting with Annabeth and holding Marcus snuggly. Spying from the kitchen you saw him picking up a picture book you’d laid out on the coffee table. Opening it one-handed. Annabeth pressed into his left, cheek squished into his coat. Marcus snoring away on his right shoulder.

Tommy quietly read to the little girl. A perfect scene you felt perhaps you shouldn’t have been able to see. Since, at that present moment, you should have been fixing the tea and biscuits. However, you were grateful at the lovely simple sight. Certain that one day, that proud Blinder would be a rather proud father and his wife would surely be lucky to have him.

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Will you ever notice me? Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character

Summary: During they wandering in deep snowstorm, man from van der Linde gang found odd looking girl and Dutch decides to take her to camp to see if she can be any use, leading life of outlaw with them. Quickly, new girl develops feelings towards Arthur, but he sees her just as a kid...and she won't take that! It's an original character story that starts in the place where Arthur, Dutch and Micah were supposed to first meet with Sadie. Instead she's already with them.

Authors notes: In this chapter I placed big/small (it’s you to decide) crossover, it doesn’t change the plot but I felt like it would be a good wink to others from Witcher’s fandom. If I could give my OC voice it would be this one from quoted song. It’s another chapter and you can find the rest of chapter on my blog if you want to read more of my fanfiction. I decided to post all parts I have at once so the fic could catch more attention. Words count: 2238 Chapter 7 At first he thought Iris is really gonna wait for him. He was telling himself that she just wanted some space and she moved to let himself think. But then, once, when he was lying in his bed it hit him. She told you that just to make it dumping her easier for you, you old fool. She won't wait for you and you let her go. And this realisation made him cry for brief moment. He just hurt another woman in his life. You stole her first kiss, Arthur Morgan. No, he couldn't sleep now. He was the worst. He walked down the stairs and went to the garden to smoke a cigarette and clean his head. And then he noticed that under his favourite tree Iris is drawing something in her journal. She was singing too, something that sounded like a lullaby. He decided to listen to her before walking at her like that.

Wolves asleep amidst the trees Bats all a swaying in the breeze But one soul lies anxious wide awake Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths For your dolly Polly sleep has flown Don't dare let her tremble alone For the witcher, heartless, cold Paid in coin of gold He comes he'll go leave naught behind But heartache and woe Deep, deep woe

- Nice song - he cleared his throat - but who is a witcher? Iris's heart jumped right to her throat and so did her arms. She looked at him with the coldest manner she had. - It's a bad guy from a tale about himself. He lives in kings and queens times and he slaughters monsters, like...Ghosts and things like that. No one likes witcher's though. They are scary. - Never heard of it. Sounds interesting. - I can borrow you a book. He's in love with a witch with violet eyes and black hair. Really pretty one. - I am not much of a person who likes books - he laughed and then dragged from cigarette - too stupid for that. - If you say so, Mr Morgan - she closed her journal and got up, cleaning her dress from any grass and sand - Anyway, it's you seat. Sorry for taking it, it's free now. - Wait - he grabbed her wrist. He just didn't know what to do next - you have something in your hair - was all he said, using the most awkward manner to pick ''something'' from her hair and throw it away. - Thank you? - she looked at him rather startled. - I-I actually wanted to talk to you? If you have time. - There isn't much to talk about these days. Only Dutch has a lot to say to me, he keeps talking about Tahiti and mangoes. He's crazy, he doesn't even know where freakin' Tahiti is. - Neither do I, sweetheart. - You don't wanna go there without even bare skills of finding it on world's map, Mr Morgan. - I feel like you change the subject and I really need to talk to you, Iris. She sighed and nodded her head. It was just normal courtesy but he couldn't read thru it and started talking. - I feel like you avoiding me. - Really now? I'm sorry. - You said you are gonna wait to let me think but then ya don't talk much to me. It's not like I am thinking about it constantly and I'm gonna overheat talking to you at the same time - he rambled. That was bad choice of words. - I am not thinking about you, I-I mean I think about you a lot, b-but not this way...- was all he babbled. It was even worse! - I see you could use some sleep, Mr Morgan. You don't make much sense - Iris patted his arm with the friendlier manner she could force herself to and she left Arthur faster than the light. He was a fool meant to die alone. Arthur started to write a lot in his journal. Whole pages were covered with words. If he could only speak so swiftly he would win Iris back already but all he could do was watching her from afar. She stopped taking any jobs that meant being with him, she hunted alone and when she needed help with anything she was asking Dutch straight away, even when Arthur was next to her and Dutch sat in his tent. Iris and Arthur were good friends but now they wasn't even strangers. She actually talked more to Micah than to him. And it hurt but he didn't know what to do when he could speak with Iris. It was his lack of communication. All he could think about was Iris's birthday happening today and he decided to go to the city to buy her a gift. But what would she liked? He had actually this much money that if she liked a boat, he could buy one. But boat didn't seem right. She was strong, yet femine. And smart, she knew a lot. Maybe perfumes? Nah, she smelled good enough for him. Then maybe a book? Arthur gulped while thinking how hard it's gonna be to buy a book for Iris. - Good morning, my birthday girl! - Mary- Beth chirped, trying to wake Iris up - I have something what you gonna like! - More hours of sleep and something to eat? - Yes! Kind of. I bought you cookies. But it's not what I really have. She handed Iris small tissue and girl unfolded it. There was silver pendant inside, with small emerald blinking in sunlight. - It's beautiful! You totally stole it, Mary - Beth! - I totally diid - she sang and cuddled her friend - Isn't that romantic? I steal for you, I mend your heart, soon and we gonna be married. - It actually is quite romantic. And to be honest we are free people. I would marry you. - I know you would, I am sweetest one. Ain't I? Tell me I am! - You are dearest to me, Mary-Beth. And this is absolutely the greatest thing I ever got for birthday. - It matches your eyes~!Arthur was gone for the whole day. He was running from shop to shop. After few hours he choosed one dress, but he also saw a beautiful haircomb, with carved elements and subtle. He wasn't sure for what he should settle and decided it's not gonna be a dress when lady in shop looked at him weirdly because when she asked Arthur for size, he told that he could embrace Iris's waist with his arm. He decided to be braver than usually and decided to enter book shop. - Er, g'day sir -Arthur scratched his chin - Do you have some books for person who likes to study...biology? - Biology, sir? - Well, my wife - he quickly noticed how sweet if would sound if was reall - she enrolled to university and she's gonna be a doctor, she's really smart you know and I wanted buy something...proper. - I think I have something just right for you, sir. It was indeed right.-Mary-Beth! - Iris jumped quickly in her direction and dragged her to nearest bush she saw. Her breath was heavy. - What, what? - Look what I had found - she spoken in with deadly serious manner. And the case was serious. She just noticed Arthur's journal left in his room. - Is it...? - Yes and I know we shouldn't but I don't have any decency - she straightened up proudly - so we gonna read it. And so they opened journal and was searching thru it for any appearance of Iri's name. At first it wasn't anything harmful and Arthur wrote about her as ''kid'' or ''new kid'' but right after what happened between them few days ago they could read something very disturbing. It was almost the worst Iris could imagine. In this note Arthur more or less compared her to Eliza and Marry. - ''She seems so similar to Eliza. She is just more nervous and frivolous. I think that maybe there isn't any more woman with Eliza's calm temper. I keep telling myself it's Eliza's ghost'' - quoted Iris and Mary-Beth squeaked with shock. - Look there ''I kissed her today and it was weird feeling. She doesn't seem to know what to do and with Mary it was easier'' son of a bitch, that's harsh. - He's right, you know. I can't kiss. I've got another one - Iris seemed not to be bothered. Yet. She just was in this adrenaline rush that made her laugh at it - ''She moved away from our room. I thought about it a lot, she's just a liar and she won't be back''. - Aren't you sad, Iris? - Mary-Beth looked at her with worry. She didn't know what she would do if she would read her lovers journal and found things like that. -Sad? Never. I expected him to say things like that. More mad...I feel used. Kind of like he tried me but didn't likt the taste after all. In early evening Arthur got back to camp with a gift covered in some fancy paper and heavy heart pounding in chest like bird in cage. He noticed that everyone is gathered. - Ladies and gentelman - Mary-Beth was standing on the log like she was giving a speech, with beer in her hand and Iris under her arm - Can I talk to all of you for a minute? - I guess you can - Micah said grumpily. - Thank you. As you all probably know it's my girlfriend's birtday today - she cuddled Iris to herself. Girl had big flower crown on her head. It was another gift to cheer her up after what they discovered and Arthur had to say he looked like a pixie or like elve from fairy tale - and thank's to Dutch we have a lot of beer... - Thanks, Dutch - Iris chimed in and sent man a kiss. -...and Mr Pearson cooked today something that doesn't taste awful, I think it was a gift for our birthday girl... Everyone bursted into laugh. Except Pearson. - Ya will starve, missy - he snarled. - ...and I totally stole this necklace for her and don't you think it's romantic? Laughs again. - ...and since I think he can, Dutch will gave us marriage today and we gonna be first married couple here... - I don't think I can - Dutch said humorously and dragged from his cigarette. - I think you will have to, she really wants that - Iris said pretending she's whispering. Mary-Beth cuddled her closer. - And I hope everyone is gonna have fun, thank you very much, woohoo! - She said as she kissed Iris in front of everybody, then their bottles clicked and the fun begin. At first it was mainly girls but later almost everyone joined the party. Beer was cold, night was warm and Iris danced a lot, around the campfire, making pirouettes and laughing sweetely. Beer and fun made her forget. And she couldn't care less.But after few hours man 'round there were too drunk, their hands becoming jazzy and she dissapeared under her favourite tree with journal and pencil. - I was thinking you gonna be there - Arthur appeared from god knows where. He seemed in weirdly good mood and she was drunk enough to handle this conversation with class. - And I am. Not many people are loosers enough to sit and watch how other people party. What's wrong? - I-I have something for you. Really broke my back to find something good enough for you. Happy birthday - he said. She unpacked this heavy something from the paper and she was speechless. It was a botanic atlas with drawings drawed by hand. It was mainly about herbs and how to heal with them. It was piece of art to her. But she had her pride. - Thank you, Mr Morgan - she said and he smiled. But only for a second. - I can't accept this gift - she said briefly, placing the book back in Arthur's hands. - Jesus, what? What is that about? I bought if for you to have it. -It's nothing, really. I just...can't have it. Lost interests in all that - she lied quickly. - You lie - it was first time he actually saw thru her fasade - You love things like that, I heard you speaking to Mary-Beth about it few days ago - his voice was harsh. - I am big fat liar, Mr Morgan and you are more than right! - Why you lie to me, then? You were telling all those things but now I think you didn't mean them- - Oh, did you? I know you didn't either. - Y-ya kidding me, kid? There is no day without me thinking about you. - I don't want you to think about me! Know what you really think about me and I am surprised with myself I was stupid enough to think you are normal. You are a weirdo who baths with dogs 'cause they are the only creatures that want to be around you! It was the worst anybody said to him. Probably because no one was closer to him than her so far, but he didn't saw it that way. He couldn't think straight now, normally he was cold-headed and he would tell himself it's just anger talking through her. But now he decided to believe she hated him. He was glad that at least Iris took a book.

#arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x oc #arthur morgan x #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #smutt #drama #romance #fluff #angst #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan angst #arthur morgan romance

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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years ago

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Lullaby of Woe

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Set in the Witcher universe, Bucky finds a trail leading to his lost love who had been taken from him and he races to get to you before monsters find you.

Warnings: Violence, lots of fighting and violence and Witcher horror.

Word Count: Approx 1570

A/N: Hellooo! Happy Halloween/Samhain/Spooky Day/Thursday. I ADORE The Witcher, so here is a fic in the universe based off one of the amazing Witcher 3 trailers. This one is based off the trailer ‘A Night to Remember’ where he hunts a Bruxa (a type of vampire).

THIS IS PURELY BASED OFF THE TRAILER, IT’S NOT EVEN SET IN TOUSSAINT

If you’re not familiar with the Witcher lore, all you really need to know about this fic are what the words Ignis and Aard mean in relation to the action. Both words are powers the Witcher has, Ignis being the use of fire and Aard is a telekinetic force. Enjoy!

Wolves asleep amidst the trees.

Bats all a swaying in the breeze

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

“James, come back!” Natasha screamed for him, voice ripping through the darkness. “She’s gone, she’s dead!” She shouted into the trees as he rode away on his horse. Bucky knew you were alive; he could feel it.

For your dolly Polly sleep has flown

Don't dare let her tremble alone

Trembling, both from cold and fear, you shuffled back on the freezing flagstones beneath you, hands wet with blood as you whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. It was supposed to be safe further North, you had been told at least. That was before you’d been forced away from Bucky, thrust into the arms of the unknown with men you didn’t trust nor like.

But now you had been used and left out, chained up and petrified, a loose end ready to be taken. If the monsters didn’t get to you, the cold would. There was no way you’d make it long enough to consider dying of hunger an option.

For the Witcher, heartless, cold

Paid in coin of gold

Galloping through the dirt tracks between the fields on the ascent to Novigrad, Bucky spared not even a second for anything else. You’d been missing for too long and the astral message he’d received from the sorceress, Wanda had lead him to Redania. Natasha had not been so willing to believe that you were still alive, though Bucky was sure part of her resistance was due to her bond with him.

But he didn’t love her the way he loved you.

He comes he'll go leave naught behind

But heartache and woe

Deep, deep woe

Bucky reached an old dock warehouse just outside of Novigrad city, his Witcher senses making the scene easier to pick apart. Signs of a struggle, spilt wine, blood. Taking his time, he looked around and studied each item of interest until his eyes landed on something.

The necklace he had gifted you all those years ago.

Birds are silent for the night

Cows turned in as daylight dies

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

Fearing no manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths

Bucky followed your scent, a winding path that he could almost visualise in his mind as he followed it. The sweet smell of your perfume from Toussaint mixed with you soft musk. He’d missed that smell, the way his sheets clung to scent after a night together and his heart clenched. He wasn’t supposed to feel, but he did. He felt something for you more than he thought he ever could about anyone.

Bucky stopped short, his wolf medallion jingling as it trembled, eyes trailing over the old barn. A ragged laugh pierced through the silence and he knew. Reaching down to his belt, Bucky pulled off a bottle from its leather strap, popping the cork off with his thumb. The acidic tang of the Black Blood potion stung his nostrils as he tipped back the bottle, veins broadening as he drank, darkness creeping through his blood, the black so opaque it showed through his skin.

Reaching up, Bucky took out his silver sword, leaving the Steel blade in its sheath. Taking a deep breath as he let the poison take effect, he walked towards the barn doors.

My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes

Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries

A low growl, feral almost as she approached you, aging before your eyes from a young woman to an old, shrewd hag. Her rasping cackle made you shudder as she approached, fingers slowly growing into long, spiked claws.

Everything ached and hurt as you tried to desperately shuffle away from her, her hair growing thin and scraggly, face becoming sour as she grinned maliciously at you, bearing her overcrowded sharp teeth. The smell of rotten flesh hit your senses and you gagged, stomach flipping and tossing about as your heartrate quickened.

Your back pressed against the wall and you took in a sharp, short breath, struggling to keep yourself calm. Squeezing your eyes shut, you dampened the whimper from your throat when you felt her breath against your exposed skin. A tear rolled down your cheek, chilling against your skin when it cooled in the cold night time air. Your blood temperature felt like it plummeted as she reached out, spindly fingers trailing, scratching across your arm, making you flinch as she dug in, piercing the skin.

As the Witcher, brave and bold

Paid in coin of gold

Your scream erupted Bucky’s skin into goose bumps as he approached the door. Pulling the rickety wooden door open, moonlight seeped into the barn, revealing her standing over you. Bloody and weeping, you trembled in pain and fear, wordlessly begging her to stop the torment.

It took a moment for her to notice his presence. Slowly rising from her crouched position on the floor, she peered over her shoulder at him. A youthful, peaceful smile stretched across her lips as she slowly turned to face him. “Witcher.” Her voice was soft, almost sickeningly sweet as she looked into his eyes. Bucky grimaced at her, not uttering a word as she slowly reached up, fingers gently pushing at the edges of her thin, cream cotton gown.

Her dress dropped and her form almost disappeared like it had been swept away by the wind. Bucky stood as still as stone, his gaze stayed pinned to the wall, not even taking a second to look down at your bloodied state.

Bucky sensed her behind him and he spun, raising his sword in an arc to strike down on her as he turned, a glimmering dust raining down on her invisible form when he launched a vial of it at the rafters above.

It was a fast, quick paced dance between claws and metal as she dodged each strike. Bucky slashed at her, ripping at her skin with his silver blade and she stumbled back, though it wasn’t enough to stop her. She launched at him, a guttural shriek ripped from her throat as she jumped at him, claws tearing at his cheek, the force of her attack sending him tumbling back.

Ignis.

A force of fire erupted towards her and she screeched out as she kept her distance, circling the Witcher before her next attack.

Taking a running leap at him, she overwhelmed Bucky, making him drop his sword. The silver blade clattered to the ground as he deflected her attacks with his forearm, the armour holding up just enough under her attacks.

Bucky was struck across the middle and he fell to the floor, clutching his side, pain in his eyes as he stayed still. She stalked him, circled him and you watched with bated breath as he stayed still.

With a blood curdling shriek, she leapt at him, hand forcing his head to the side before her jagged teeth sunk down into his flesh, ripping, sucking, blood trickling into his clothing. Bucky groaned out, grabbing at her hair and yanking her off, throwing her away from him.

She let out a hoarse shriek as she got to her feet, riled up, angry, possessive. She paused, looking down at herself as darkness coursed through her veins, Black Blood seeped into her system, clawing up her veins and she looked back up at Bucky as he got to his feet.

He'll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole

Eat you whole

Aard.

A telekinetic force threw her back and she cried out when she hit the floor. Bucky ran and slid across the dusty flagstones, hand reaching down and gripping the hilt of his silver sword before running at her, hastily slicing upwards, her leg parting from her body but it wasn’t enough to stop her as she tumbled, crawling quickly across the floor towards him.

Bucky’s silver blade slashed at her middle and she spun onto her back, quickly recovering and pulling herself away and out of the barn with a pained, shrill shriek.

Bucky fired a crossbow bolt into her back and then a second and a third before she collapsed to the ground, slowly reverting back to her human, maiden form.

Birds are silent for the night

Cows turned in as daylight dies

But one soul lies anxious wide awake

For the Witcher brave and bold

Paid in coin of gold

He’ll chop and slice you

Cut and dice you

Eat you up whole.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky rushed towards you, sword clattering to the ground as he ran across the barn, eyes finally focussed on you now that the fight was over. “I’ve got you.” He cooed, kneeling down and taking your freezing body into his arms, cradling you against him.

You were barely alive, but it was enough. Reaching to his belt, he pulled a vial of Swallow from it’s leather fastening and popped the cork open, carefully pouring some into your mouth, knowing that your body could handle the potent healing potion. “I’ve got you.” He repeated, quietly brushing your hair back and holding you against him, pressing kisses against your frigid skin.

“You came for me.” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes, tiredness creeping in as you felt the potion working. “I’ll always come for you, my love.” He rasped, bright, yet soft cat eyes looking down into yours. “Always.” He whispered.

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Franny Robinson HC Infodump #4: Country and Bluegrass Music

hi, I’ll finally do a writeup on her work in jazz next but I’m in a country mood and was INSPIRED so oops country first

Word count: 2486

Dara & Danny

In 1991, Daniel Maitland (fc: Martin Sensmeier), an Indigenous Alaskan kid, moved from Alaska to Payne Lake, Georgia, with his parents and older and younger sisters after his father got a job opportunity in Atlanta, a reasonable commute away. Daniel spent two years being musical rivals with Franny Framagucci before he proposed they just combine their talents and perform together at talent shows and the county fair. The two were inseparable, musically, until Franny went to college at NYU and Daniel went to East Tennessee State.

They remained friends throughout college and reunited during winter and summer breaks to play together locally. Daniel was in Franny’s wedding party. He’s Wilbur’s godfather and is ‘Uncle Dan’, they’ve always remained close. They would write songs together usually through an internet connection except for when they could travel to write in person.

In 2009, Daniel once again was the one who suggested they officially collaborate. That’s when the bluegrass-country-traditional southern/Appalachian folk duo was born. They have released 9 albums together since they started releasing music under Dara & Danny.

One album, titled Molly’s Church, is almost entirely songs from the hymnal of the Church of the Nazarene in their hometown in Georgia, which was the church their friend Molly attended before her death. It was a “fuck you” response to them having received backlash from certain gatekeepers for a video of them singing Hank Williams’ I Saw The Light going viral. They were pissed two non-Christians were getting praise for performing the song. (Franny is a Buddhist and Daniel is an Indigenous Alaskan with traditional spiritual beliefs).

To the backlash, Franny said, and announced the dropping of this album on an Instagram Live Q & A, “It’s funny. Like. Christmas is such a part of mainstream American culture. I celebrate Christmas, my non-religious Maori husband celebrates Christmas, are y’all mad about that too? Christianity is so deeply woven into American culture and the history of American music, like I just -- its wild y’all are so mad. And because I like to poke an angry bear, our new album, Molly’s Church [...] and what really gets me is like - just because I ain’t Christian, don’t mean I’m ignorant about it either. I’m from the Bible Belt, y’all. I did go to church with my little friends some Sunday mornin’s as a child if I had a sleepover at their house. [...] One of my best friends, the lovely, talented, beautiful, late Molly Vaughn, who we named the album after, was a devout Christian. When I would cry, she’d always sing It Is Well With My Soul to me and play with my hair. You can’t tell me that because I’m not a Christian, that song ain’t special to me. I think of that song whenever I’m going through a hard time and my heart is at peace because at its core it's a song about looking at your situation and making peace with it, and finding the strength to move on to hopefully better days. At her husband’s request, I sang Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing at her funeral, okay? Like- [pause for annoyed exhaling] to suggest we have nothing but respect for these beautiful hymns is insulting. [...] Insulting not just to us, but to the hymns. They’re so beautiful that they have made an emotional impact on two non-Christian musicians. I think that’s wonderful and speaks to how lucky we are to live in a time where all sorts of sorts are able to learn from and share with each other. But that’s just us, I guess.

Every song on Molly’s Church has a special memory attached to it for either myself or Daniel, or in the case of Be Thou My Vision, it was Molly’s favorite hymn ever. We couldn’t name an album of hymns after her and not put that on it.”

The track list is as follows: [Spotify playlist]

I couldn’t find a folksy or bluegrassy version of Be Thou My Vision, which. I’m ANGRY about. Because when I was a practicing Nazarene Christian it was my favorite hymn, and I still find it beautiful but.

Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

How Great Thou Art

Dwelling In Beulah Land

Be Thou My Vision

It Is Well With My Soul

I Saw The Light

Victory In Jesus

Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory

Holy, Holy, Holy

Another album, titled Something’s Rotten in The Sticks is purposely very dark. It’s largely covers of murder ballads and sad traditional folk songs from the American South and Appalachian Mountains, featuring original songs and covers of songs that explore the darker sides of more modern rural life like the opioid crisis, unemployment, poor education, poverty with no social safety nets, and more.

Franny openly admits that she wrote the original songs from a place of immense privilege. In an Instagram Live Q&A about the album she said, “These aren’t my exact lived experiences. But I feel like I have some right to talk about these stories because these are the things happening to my people, the good people of the town that took my mother in when she was a twenty-something year old refugee, and then helped raise me. I buried my first friend thanks to the Sacklers (the family whose pharma company produces oxycontin, who purposely spread misinformation about how its a safe drug and who pret-ty much engineered the opioid epidemic) in 1998. I just last month buried one of my best friends since elementary school after three narcan shots couldn’t save them.

Rural Southern folks and the problems they face are dear to my heart. [...] I know how lucky I am to have grown up in the rural south and ended up where I am today, in the privileged position I am in. [...] And I see the way people in the cities talk to and about these people and it’s fucking gross. You know nothing about these people and what their lives are like, and what they care about and worry about. I have always been proud to be Southern, just as I’m proud to be Cambodian. [...] Rural poor folks are the kindest, most loving, most resilient people, and I am not ashamed that I came from that.

This album… so our last album, Prodigal Children of Clayton County, Georgia, was a love letter to and about our hometown and the people of the rural south. This album is more of a ‘we see you.’ And it's also, I hope, an accessible way to start explaining the problems our people face to city elites that look down their noses at them. Like, I hope people can say in response to “I just don’t understand these people”, “hey, go listen to I Grabbed A Banjo (And You, The Pills), then talk to me.”

Daniel said in that same Q & A, “I was born in Alaska, I met Franny when I moved to her hometown in Georgia, in middle school, and we began playing music together in high school. I live in the Appalachian Mountains now, I studied Bluegrass and Old Time music at East Tennessee State University, in Johnson City. Now, I’m -- I’ve been lucky enough to make a living out of the music I love, but you know- like I said. I live in the Appalachian mountains, in Kentucky, in a rural area. I never left the rural south, since I came here, this has been my home. We’re privileged now, but had a few stars aligned differently, our high school friends’ lives would have been ours. We love the people of this region. Like Franny said, we both have two groups of people we are passionate about amplifying and equipped to amplify. Mine are our struggling rural folks, and Indigenous voices, and Franny don’t ever shut up about Cambodian or the rural south.”

“I really fucking don’t.” Franny quipped.

The track list is as follows: [Spotify link, the first 8 tracks are the songs they covered on the album and the rest are songs that fit the vibe of the original songs to give y’all a picture]

Knoxville Girl

I Grabbed A Banjo (And You, The Pills), an original song about the opioid epidemic that’s killed many of Franny and Daniel’s high school friends

Troubles, traditional folk song as popularized by Kilby Snow and Anna & Elizabeth

Red Dirt Girl (Emmylou Harris cover)

But I Ain't A Milton Boy/Girl , an original song about how in Milton (a bougie rich people part of Georgia) kids go to college and become doctors and lawyers while people from the song narrators’ town don’t bother learning to solve for X because all that waits for them is army recruiters, the power company, or the unemployment line [the male narrator, Daniel], and the female narrator [Franny] sings about how she was a smart girl who held her first baby when she was a baby herself, married two bad men she thought were good, and now she sells her ADHD pills to college kids to buy groceries, and how their high school aspirations crumbled easily, and the chorus is literally just narrators fantasizing about a decent standard of living and having decent opportunities and then going, “But I ain’t a Milton boy/girl, and that’s why I’m cryin’ today”

Deportee (Woody Guthrie song as covered by Dolly Parton)

Savannah, a song Franny wrote about the time her brother drove her down to Savannah when she got pregnant in high school so she could have an abortion three hours from home, where nobody local to them would be out front shouting at people needing abortions

Poor Folks Town (Porter Wagoner and Dolly Parton cover, instrumentation is modified to be a little melancholy to fit the rest of the album, but it is still a markedly happier song than the rest of the album except for Rich Kid Clothes)

Don’t Put Whiskey In My Water, an original song about a man nine years sober almost falling off the wagon when he’s laid off ahead of his teenage daughter’s high school graduation, including the line ‘don’t worry about Ole Miss, we’ll figure it out, somehow we always do, smart little girl like you can’t die in this town’

Don’t Take Your Guns To Town (Johnny Cash cover)

Pretty Polly

Down In The Willow Garden

Rich Kid Clothes, original song about a brother and sister super jazzed about their “new” clothes, hand-me-downs from the rich kids of the house their mama cleans, happiest song on the album

Health Insurance, an original song from the perspective of three different people, on in each verse, either dying or seriously suffering from solvable medical issues but because healthcare in America is trash they either can’t get help, or are going bankrupt trying to, that’s incredibly sarcastic including lyrics like ‘and I know I deserve to die for not having had a rich great-grandaddy, and who wants to see their daughter graduate college anyway’ , one of those sad songs with joyful instrumentation

Another album! Is titled The Rise And Fall of Jenny and Jamie, and is a concept album meant to be listened from start to finish that tells the story of a couple that falls in love, gets married, has a very dysfunctional marriage, and ultimately divorces. Think the energy of Alpha Desperation March by The Mountain Goats, and the entire Tallahasee album but especially No Children. The Dara & Danny album is a little less dark because the last few songs, about divorce, are like...happy.

Daniel, who had been divorced twice by the time they wrote the songs for that album, said “There is nothing sad about ending a marriage you’re miserable in or don’t want anymore. The two songs about the divorce, they’re happy because our characters are happy to be done with each other. It isn’t Tammy Wynette spelling D-I-V-O-R-C-E and lamenting the end of her marriage, instead, Jenny and Jamie realize their marriage is toxic not just for the other person, but for themself, and they’re relieved to not be married anymore.

Notable Dara & Danny performances and accomplishments:

They cover Whiskey Lullaby at many shows they do. A video from a 2016 show went semi-viral, and fans of the duo will show it as an example of “Peak Dara & Danny”

Nominated for the 2019 Grammy Award for Best American Roots Song, as the duo Dara & Danny, but ultimately Brandi Carlile won for ‘The Joke’

Franny was absolutely thrilled for her. She STANS Brandi Carlile and has written songs with her before.

In the post-Grammys interview, the interview asked Franny if she was disappointed and she was like “I would pay Brandi Carlile to punch me in the face, so no.”

The clip of Franny saying that went viral and embarrassed poor Wilbur

“To be honest, when I saw The Joke was nominated, I didn’t even bother writing a speech. Daniel and I were both just thrilled to be considered to be like, at her level.”

Nominated for the 2019 Grammy Award for Best American Roots Performance, as Dara & Danny, and again lost to “The Joke”, but again, did not care at all

Won the 2019 Grammy Award for Best Bluegrass Album as Dara & Danny, their fifth nomination in the category and second win

Nominated as Dara & Danny in the category Vocal Duo of The Year at the 2019 CMA awards.

Nominated for IBMA Album of the Year in 2014, 2015, 2017, and 2018

Won the 2019 IBMA for Album of the Year

Won the 2019 IBMA for Song of the Year

Franny is the first person of Cambodian descent to win a Grammy, an ASCAP award, an IBMA, or be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame

Daniel is the first Alaskan Native to be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame

Solo work

Franny’s used bluegrass-folk style music to write songs about the experiences of her mother and other relatives under the Khmer Rouge and in the civil conflict that preceded it. It leans a little away from #pure bluegrass but it includes mandolin, banjo, and even some traditional Cambodian instruments. It’s this blend of bluegrass instrumentation and traditional Cambodian instruments that on paper sounds like “Franny you’re crazy” but in practice its fuckin’ lit, y’all.

It’s as genius as The Hu, that Mongolian band that was like “what is we play metal music with guitars and a drum set and TRADITIONAL MONGOLIAN INSTRUMENTS?” Lit.

She did an entire album, Franny Sor Robinson Covers Kitty Wells [playlist] and that album gained Franny a ton of street cred in the country/bluegrass industry. She got a lot of respect for her Kitty Wells covers.

She’s released three solo albums of folksy-bluegrass-country style music that is original music she wrote the lyrics and music for.

Three solo albums, the Kitty Wells cover album, and nine Dara & Danny albums makes twelve country-bluegrass albums total Franny’s released, not counting featured artist appearances on other albums.

Notable Franny Sor Robinson awards, performances, and accomplishments in the country music sphere:

Franny sang ‘Born To Fly’ with Sara Evans once

Franny loves that song, it came out in 2000, when she was in college at NYU, and it was a staple song of hers to perform at any gigs she did in college

The day the United States legalized same-sex marriage, Franny was a supporting solo act for a friend of hers and she was like “I don’t know a better way to celebrate than by taking one of my favorite country love songs and making it better. And by that I mean gay.” By this point she’d been out as bisexual for years. So she sang Brad Paisley’s She’s Everything

Franny’s always kept the pronouns the same in songs she covers, so if it was a man’s song about a woman she’s always kept it about a “she.” Her cover of She Thinks I Still Care by George Jones was an instant hit when it was released on one of her solo albums

At an event honoring Randy Travis, Franny performed his hit Deeper Than The Holler for him

She also got to sing I Told You So with him once at another occasion and she damn near died

At the final show of George Strait’s final tour, Franny sang Carried Away with him and almost cried he is one of her!!! Idols!!! and during his encore, she joined him and all of the other special guests of the final concert to sing All My Exes Live In Texas

She’s been awarded and recognized by various organizations for the furthering of Asian-Americans in the arts in general, in music, and empowerment for both her work in jazz and country umbrella music

She’s performed at and been nominated for CMA awrds, ACM awards, and Americana Music Honors & Awards

She’s won Americana Music Awards

When challenged to prove she could yodel she fuckin got right up and sang Hank Williams’ Long Gone Lonesome Blues and nailed all the very technical yodeling, and its a thing she’s like, Known for doing, so she will perform it live pretty often

#&&...hc

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LUCY ON “THE CAROL BURNETT SHOW” ~ PART 3

November 24, 1969 ~ S3;E9

Directed by Dave Powers

Written by Bill Angelos, Stan Burns, Mike Marmer, Hal Goodman, Larry Klein, Don Hinkley, Kenny Solms, Gail Parent, Buz Kohan

Cast

Carol Burnett got her first big break on “The Paul Winchell Show” in 1955. A years later she was a regular on “The Garry Moore Show.” In 1959 she made her Broadway debut in Once Upon a Mattress, which she also appeared in on television three times. From 1960 to 1965 she did a number of TV specials, and often appeared with Julie Andrews. Her second Broadway musical was Fade Out – Fade In which ran for more than 270 performances. From 1967 to 1978 she hosted her own highly successful variety show, “The Carol Burnett Show.” Lucille Ball made several appearances on “The Carol Burnett Show.” Burnett guest starred in four episodes of “The Lucy Show” and three episodes of “Here’s Lucy,” subsequently playing a character named Carol Krausmeyer. After Lucille Ball’s passing, Burnett was hailed as the natural heir to Lucy’s title of ‘The Queen of TV Comedy.’

Lucille Ball was born on August 6, 1911 in Jamestown, New York. She began her screen career in 1933 and was known in Hollywood as ‘Queen of the B’s’ due to her many appearances in ‘B’ movies. With Richard Denning, she starred in a radio program titled “My Favorite Husband” which eventually led to the creation of “I Love Lucy,” a television situation comedy in which she co-starred with her real-life husband, Latin bandleader Desi Arnaz. The program was phenomenally successful, allowing the couple to purchase what was once RKO Studios, re-naming it Desilu. When the show ended in 1960 (in an hour-long format known as “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”) so did Lucy and Desi’s marriage. In 1962, hoping to keep Desilu financially solvent, Lucy returned to the sitcom format with “The Lucy Show,” which lasted six seasons. She followed that with a similar sitcom “Here’s Lucy” co-starring with her real-life children, Lucie and Desi Jr., as well as Gale Gordon, who had joined the cast of “The Lucy Show” during season two. Before her death in 1989, Lucy made one more attempt at a sitcom with “Life With Lucy,” also with Gordon, which was not a success and was canceled after just 13 episodes.

Supporting Cast

Vicki Lawrence was born Vicki Ann Axelrad in Inglewood, California. She sent Carol Burnett a newspaper clipping showing their uncanny resemblance to her. Burnett called Vicki hoping to find an entertainer who could play her kid sister on her variety show. Lawrence was chosen as the kid sister and in the fall of 1967, she made her debut on the first episode of “The Carol Burnett Show.” She spent 11 years with the show and earned one Emmy Award and five more nominations. She created the role of Mama in the Family Sketches, which was spun off to “Mama's Family.” An accomplished singer, her recording of "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" was number one and earned a Gold Record. Lawrence attended the tribute shows “All Star Party for Carol Burnett” in 1982 and “All Star Party for Lucille Ball” in 1984.

Harvey Korman got his first big break as a featured performer on “The Danny Kaye Show” in 1963. After ten successful seasons he left “The Carol Burnett Show” in 1977 to appear in his own series which only lasted six episodes. From 1964 to 1965 Korman appeared in three episodes of “The Lucy Show” as various characters. He found screen success in many of the films of Mel Brooks. Harvey Korman died in 2008 at age 81.

Lyle Waggoner was a handsome leading man who had little success in films but found fame as the announcer and character actor on “The Carol Burnett Show.” He left the show in 1974 in a mutual agreement with the producers to appear in “Wonder Woman.”

Guest Cast

George Carlin was a stand-up comic who specialized in skewering social topics. He is also noted for his masterful knowledge and use of the English language. Carlin's notorious "Seven Dirty Words" comedy routine was part of a radio censorship case that made its way to the Supreme Court in 1978. He made a second appearance on “The Carol Burnett Show” in 1978. Carlin died in 2008.

Sue Vogelsanger (Herself, in Audience and Archival Tape) was an audience member who wrote a song for Burnett. Her husband sits next to her.

Gary Morton (Himself, in Audience, uncredited) is Lucille Ball's second husband. He was a producer on “The Lucy Show” and “Here's Lucy” as well as doing a few on-camera roles. His laugh can be heard from the studio audience during the airline sketch.

Two uncredited extras play the parents in the Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice sketch and an uncredited actor plays the telegram delivery man in the vaudeville sketch.

Timeline of collaborations between Lucille Ball and Carol Burnett (not including award and talk shows)

September 27, 1960 - “The Garry Moore Show” (S3;E1) Lucille Ball, Guest

March 22, 1966 - “Carol + 2” Lucille Ball, Guest Star

October 31, 1966 - “Lucy Gets a Roommate” (TLS S5;E7) Carol Burnett as Carol Bradford

November 7, 1966 - “Lucy and Carol in Palm Springs” (TLS S5;E8) Carol Burnett as Carol Bradford

October 2, 1967 - “The Carol Burnett Show” (S1;E4) Lucille Ball, Guest Star

December 4, 1967 - “Lucy and Carol Burnett: Part 1” (TLS S6;E14) Carol Burnett as Carol Bradford

December 11, 1967 - “Lucy and Carol Burnett: Part 2” (TLS S6;E15) Carol Burnett as Carol Bradford

November 4, 1968 - “The Carol Burnett Show” (S2;E6) Lucille Ball, Guest

January 27, 1969 - “Lucy and Carol Burnett” (HL S1;E17) Carol Burnett as Herself

November 24, 1969 - “The Carol Burnett Show” (S3;E9) Lucille Ball, Guest

March 2, 1970 - “Lucy Competes With Carol Burnett” (HL S2;E24) Carol Burnett as Carol Krausmeyer

October 19, 1970 - “The Carol Burnett Show” (S4;E6) Lucille Ball, Guest

February 8, 1971 - “Lucy and Carol Burnett” (HL S3;E22) Carol Burnett as Carol Krausmeyer

A week after this episode first aired, the script for Carol's second appearance on “Here's Lucy” was finalized, although it would not air until March 2, 1970.

Like Lucille Ball’s sitcoms, “The Carol Burnett Show” also aired on Monday nights, generally at 10pm. Earlier that evening, “Here's Lucy” aired “Lucy, the Cement Worker” (HL S2;E10) guest-starring Paul Winchell.

In Carol's opening remarks she tells the audience about a recent Halloween at her home. She also tells the audience she was born in San Antonio, but raised in Hollywood since the age of seven.

Carol introduces George Carlin, who does a stand-up routine criticizing the Emmy Awards' bias in favor of big-budget shows. He compares late night 'shows' like “Sermonette” and “The Star-Spangled Banner” to the likes of “The Ed Sullivan Show.” He imagines a big-budge version of “The FBI List of Most Wanted Men,” including a commercial for The Justice Department.

Carlin: “Remember for anti-trust or Commie bust, the Department that's just, is really a must! Don't leave your family defenseless. And now, heeeeeeeeere's J. Edgar!” ('Tonight Show' theme plays).

Carol sings a song written by audience member Sue Vogelsanger. It is titled “Just Talkin'.” Vogelsanger and her husband are in the audience.

In Lucille Ball's first appearance on the show, two flight attendants Finster (Carol) and Agnes Hooper (Lucille Ball) compete for a best employee award from their employer, BWA. They encounter a mysterious passenger (Harvey Korman) with a Fidel Castro-like beard, cigars tucked in his breast pocket, and a Spanish accent.

Hooper: “Where are you from, sir? Havana?” Passenger: (alarmed) “Havana? What makes you think I'm from Havana?” Hooper: “Well, if it's one thing I know, it's a Cuban accent.”

This meta moment relies on the audience knowing that Lucille Ball was married to Desi Arnaz, a Cuban immigrant, as was his sitcom counterpart, Ricky Ricardo.

When the passenger pulls out a gun, Hooper and Finster fight over who will clean it for him. In the struggle, they inadvertently push him out the plane door, foiling his hijacking.

Lucy Carmichael and Carol Bradford trained as flight attendants in a two-part “The Lucy Show” in 1967.

Lyle and Vicki perform "Try a Little Kindness" by Curt Sapaugh and Bobby Austin, first recorded by Glen Campbell less than a month earlier.

The second half of the show opens with Carol in the shower singing “I Say A Little Prayer” written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David for Dionne Warwick in 1967. The song opens, however, with a verse of “Singin' in the Rain” by Arthur Freed and music by Nacio Herb Brown (1931). At the end of the song, Carol leaves the shower, and the camera reveals four soaking wet musicians in tuxedos inside.

Next is a spoof of Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice, a controversial 1969 film about two couples who end up in bed together. It was made into a short-lived TV series in 1973. Bob (originally Robert Culp) is played by Lyle Waggoner, Carol (originally Natalie Wood) is played by Carol Burnett, Ted (originally Elliott Gould) is played by Harvey Korman, and Alice (originally Dyan Cannon) is played by Lucille Ball.

Ted: “I'm afraid the neighbors will talk.” Alice: “No, they won't.” Carol: “Why not?” Alice: “We're the neighbors.”

In the final sketch, Harvey Korman plays Tommy Two Step, the emcee at an old vaudeville theatre in 1919. Onstage, he introduces Polly (Carol) and Dolly (Lucy), the Rock Sisters.

They sing “Happiness Cocktail” while strumming ukuleles. Dolly then breaks out a saxophone, and Polly a coronet. Although Lucille Ball had a basic knowledge of both saxophone and ukulele (and demonstrated it on her sitcoms), she is pantomiming to the offstage orchestra, as is Carol. Lyle Waggoner plays the theatre manager who fires the act.

Fast forward to 1969, where fast-talking disc jockey Big Daddy (George Carlin) desperately needs one more act for a big 100-group rock concert. His dim-witted girlfriend / groupie Tondalayo (Vicki Lawrence) hires the Rock Sisters by telegram, based on their name alone.

Polly: “Our gowns! Where are our gowns?” Dolly: “I took them to the cleaners.” Polly: “Do you think they're ready?” Dolly: “They should be. I took them in 1931.”

Oops! During the airline sketch, during a more serious moment with Carol and Harvey, Lucy starts to smile, about to break character, but quickly regains her composure.

When Lucy catches Harvey's spat-out cigar in mid-air, Korman gives her a long, admiring glance as if to say “Well done!” Gary Morton's laugh from the audience can be heard during this moment.

When Korman's character loudly announces he's got a gun and is hijacking the plane to Cuba, the other passengers (background actors) don't react at all!

This Date in Lucy History - November 24th

"Redecorating" (ILL S2;E8) – November 24, 1952

#The Carol Burnett Show #Carol Bunett #Lucille Ball #Lucy #George Carlin #Harvey Korman #Vicki Lawrence #Lyle Waggoner #Dave Powers #1969 #Sue Vogelsanger #Gary Morton #Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice #vaudeville #Say a little prayer #Try a little kindness #cbs #tv

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~John Polidori imagine~

Thanks to the anon who requested this! x

“Darling hurry up! Lunch is ready!” I heard my aunt calling from the mansion. I got here two weeks ago, my parents decided that I should spend some time with my aunt Mary, whom I loved dearly and even though the mansion she and her husband lived in was rather big, there was nothing much to do. I would spend my mornings reading and playing with Mary’s dog and would go for walks in the afternoon. I loved watching the sunset in the yard. The way sun would slowly vanish and become one with the sea. Beautiful but yet, dull.

I got into the house when my aunt informed me that we shall have guests tomorrow. Lord Byron, whom I’ve met briefly during my previous visit and his doctor John. I’ve never met him before, Byron most probably hired him a few months ago. I bet he’s old, wrinkly and boring. I was not really looking forward to the visit, knowing Lord Byron’s arrogant behavior and the way he acted with women. But I had nowhere to go. After a few more hours of reading and talking with my aunt, I’ve decided to go to bed and mentally prepare myself for tomorrow’s encounter with Byron.

I woke up by the sound of my aunt’s footsteps coming to my room and her pulling the curtains, the sun hitting me directly in the eyes.

“Hurry up dear, they’re almost here��

“Oh must I ?”

“Yes. I know you don’t like Byron but he’s bringing a friend, you will have someone to talk to”

“Talk to..an old man ? I bet he’ll be a wonderful company”

“Oh darling, John is not old at all, he’s rather young, in fact, only two years older than you”

I found myself puzzled by this new information, I didn’t expect someone who’s that young and has the title of a doctor already. I was not sure what could our common interests be, since I was always more interested in art and music but someone my age would certainly be a refreshment around here. After an hour, a carriage arrived in front of the mansion and I could see Byron getting out of it while I was standing on the balcony. He looked up and took his hat off, greeting me. I forced myself to smile and welcome him, clutching my fist together because I couldn’t stand the man. A young man got out of the carriage, following Byron to the mansion. I could not see him clearly but there was no doubt that was John. I quickly made my way to the hallway with my aunt so we could meet the guests there.

She greeted Byron who then approached me and kissed my hand, calling John to come closer.

“Come on Polly Dolly! Don’t be afraid, a beautiful angel like this does not bite” he said, looking into my direction. Even the compliment by him couldn’t make me like Byron, not for one bit, never. A young man approached me, taking his hat off so I was finally able to see who he was. A green eyed man, almost half a head shorter than Byron, with curly blond hair and a rather shy look on his face. He bowed and kissed my hand, introducing himself as John Polidori. I smiled, welcoming him at my aunt’s home when I’ve noticed a smirk forming on his face while his cheeks blushed a bit. He was rather good looking, matter of fact, one of the handsomest boys I’ve met and I started to feel a bit anxious because I was afraid of embarrassing myself in his presence. After my uncle showed the guests their rooms, we all moved to the backyard, where my aunt served tea in the morning. I was set across from John who would occasionally look up but then quickly look away, noticing that I was aware of his stares.

“You grew into a beautiful girl, certainly have changed since the last time I saw you, but in a very positive way” said Byron smirking

“Thank you” I replied, ignoring the arrogant look on his face

“You’re like..an angel, isn’t she John ? I’ve seen the way you’re looking at her” he said, looking in John’s direction who tensed a bit, too embarrassed to utter a word.

“Would you excuse me, I’ll have to go and take care of something.” I said, leaving the table, so I wouldn’t make the situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. I went into the house and started looking for some books on the shelf. It was better to read than to spend time in this man’s presence who had the tendency to make everyone feel embarrassed. I’ve heard footsteps behind me and turned around only to see John standing in the living room.

“..Excuse me Miss, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“Oh it’s alright John, you didn’t”

“Please forgive Lord Byron for his behavior, and myself as well, I had no intention to make you feel uncomfortable and leave”

“I know Byron quite well and I am used to this sort of behavior, please don’t worry about me John, I’m alright. I hope you’re well, I know you weren’t looking at me on purpose, just try and ignore his babbling in the future” I said smiling, trying to make John a bit more relaxed, noticing how bashful he was.

“Well..Miss, if I told you I weren’t looking at you on purpose, that would be a lie”

I didn’t expect him to say this and I felt my cheeks turning red but I decided to remain calm and thank him for the compliment. After our little talk, John and myself started spending more time together, talking about our interests and he would often accompany me in my afternoon walks. I’ve learned that he played guitar rather well and enjoyed writing, much like myself, which made me even more interested in him than before.

It’s been a week already since they arrived and I’ve noticed John being more quiet than usual, even leaving the room sooner than everyone else. As I grew fond of him over the past few days, naturally, I was worried and decided to visit him in his room. Just as I was about to knock on the door I’ve noticed that it was already open and I slowly peaked only to see John sitting on the bed, with his head in his hands.

“John..may I come in ? Is everything alright ?”

“Oh..I’m sorry. Please, do.”

As he raised his head I’ve noticed that he was crying and I quickly went over to him and sat on the bed.

“John, please tell me what’s wrong ? Was it something I did or said ?”

“No, no, not at all Miss, it’s just..Lord Byron’s been behaving very badly towards me, you don’t hear it but he insults me, he would even hit me if I don’t do something right. I mix these potions for him every day, and he’s such an ungrateful man Miss! He’s horrible. I cannot bear this anymore..I will not..” he said, almost crying again and I could feel my heart break. I had no idea. I hated Byron more than ever. Why would he do something like that to someone, how could he dare to hit John! He never deserved this sort of treatment.

“Oh John, please don’t work for him anymore! We’ll hire you, please stay away from him, don’t ever come near him again!”

“It’s not that easy, I couldn’t possibly..he pays for everything.”

“John..please. I care about you, I don’t want to see you sad nor hurt”

“..You do..?”

“Of course I do.” I said, getting up from the bed “You..need someone who can make you happy John, someone who will respect and love you and that’s not Byron”

John slowly got up from the bed and started walking towards me as I was leaning against the wall.

“Miss..could you make me happy ?”

“I could..if you let me”

My heart started beating faster as I felt John’s lips on mine and his hand on my neck. I was frozen and numb for the first few seconds but managed to relax because I wanted this, I wanted to make him happy and I knew I could. My hand was resting on his jaw before I decided to move it and play with his curls. He was so gentle and slow, as if he was afraid that he might hurt me. I could hear his soft sighs and felt his hand going up my waist while I slowly started to unbotton his shirt. I could feel his fast heartbeat as I placed my hand on his chest. He was so warm and soft, relaxed but almost scared, scared that he may do something wrong and I’d get mad, all because of the way he was treated before but I would never treat him like that. I was ready to give my all to him, to show him what love feels like and I knew he needed that more than anything, I knew he deserved it more than anyone I’ve ever known. He will finally be happy now.

(if you want the nsfw part let me know fam)

Bonus gif of John Polidori being a cute cherub:

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oh-theres-a-woman · 5 years ago

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I Only Wanted You; Part Two

A/N: I was really surprised to see the out pour from the last two arts, since they were posted when I was actually asleep. Thank you! It was a huge surprise how well both parts have done over the cost of a few hours. With things as they have been recently I’m working on trying to get things working and my writing to feel a little better in myself. It’s a sense of vent in a way for me. So, it’s been nice working on the layouts for more stories to come.

If you are new to my blog and love what you’ve read I’d strongly recommend my Masterlist of goods.

Requested By: @captivatedbycillianmurphy

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Parts: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ]

Word Count: 1469

Tommy’s POV

He stood behind his desk looking at his family with a cold setting in his eyes. Lit cigarette in hand. There was no use in interrupting them. His family very much needed to get whatever out before he could utter a word and they would listen. Eyes hovering around the room of disapproving family members against the very desire and wishes he had to marry the woman that made him a better man. The person that would have made mother proud to know he was marrying such a kind-hearted and sweet woman. Tommy knew what [Y/N] was like—she was no whore, or gold digger. [Y/N] was a good woman that liked the simplest things and was such a hard worker. She worked with a life of strong morals. Perhaps, she was a bit stubborn. Some would say that is her sign, however, Thomas Shelby just chalked in down to her becoming a mother to her younger siblings as an equally young age. It happened caused any issue for him. In some sense of madness, it made him love her stubborn streak—it more than made up for the lacking confidence and self-worth she had. But Thomas Shelby promised himself that he would spend every day trying to bring her up and make her feel beautiful. Make her feel loved. Flicking in the accumulation of ash on the end of his burning cigarette into a simple ash tray. Frowning a little was Linda finally spoke up—in his eyes she did not even have a place in this meeting. Her opinion did not matter to him at all. Checking the clock overhanging the door the office door, a trance of worry creasing his brow when he noticed the time. [Y/N] had not come… She was late… That never happened unless there was a problem with her siblings that morning and he did not know about since she hadn’t had the time to phone. “Right…” Thomas finally cleared his throat looking between his aunt and brothers. “Are you all done with your complaining then?” He asked with an anger held on his Brummy accent. “I’m marryin’ [Y/N] and that’s that. I shouldn’t need to defend myself nor her to my family if they invested the time to get to know her. Pol, I thought you’d like her, she’s a mother to her younger siblings. Much like you were to us when mum died. Stepped up when she was a girl,” He sat down in the seat behind his desk, nestling his chin in his two hands. “How is it the only one that hasn’t spoke is Esme? Do you have anything you want to add? Since everyone seems to have a problem with my fiancée?” Tommy asked in a matter-of-factly manner, looking to the very pregnant wife to John Shelby. A Romani through and through. Much like them. A Horse Girl. One that was never afraid to speak her mind if she didn’t like anything. So, it was odd to have her so silent. “No, I like her plenty. Has a good heart—would do anything for those kids, I can understand that. Its good to have someone else that would do anything for her family.” Esme spoke up simply; stalling the air and movement in the room. After all, she spoke the truest truths about the other woman that couldn’t defend herself. “As far as I’m concerned, Thomas can take care of ‘imself and what’s it be different when it came to a woman.” She sighed, resting her hand onto her swelled stomach, bringing the back of her knuckle down in John’s thigh. Giving her husband a warning look. “Wot was that for?” John grumbled at his wife who soon repeated the action. “For you being a simple mind. You wouldn’t like it if they run me down, now you do it was Tom’s girl! Its proper shameful,” Esme scolded her husband. Before looking to others around the room that lowered their heads. The silence hung for the moment. Before John was the one who finally opened. “You think mum would have liked her?” He didn’t need to be answered by Thomas. Polly answered. “She would have loved her,” Pol admitted finally, hand running down to her cigarette case thinking about her sister-in-law. The type of person she was. A mother that was a mother to all the kids around her. She loved children and was a beaming kind-heart that settled even the likes of her brother down. In honesty, Polly had seen that in the early days of the girl cleaning the beautiful manor that Thomas has acquired through a rich boy who couldn’t pay his debts. It was like the calming tide after endless nights of torment and roughness. Finally settling. Ringing through the line in the office, Thomas picked up the phone. “Hallo Lizzie?” It could not have been more than an hour since all the carrying on and madness had settled. Everyone now seemed to be on the same page. For once, Tommy wanted to thank Esme for that. All she had done. It was an amazing help. Eyes observing his family for a moment before he lowered his head hearing Lizzie’s words. [Y/N] had come and gone without a word. Never setting foot into his office. It was a moment his heart was sinking, rising from his seat putting the phone down. “I need to go find [Y/N], she was here. Probably heard everything you lot had to say about her.” He muttered rushing for his coat. Not before suffocating the last of his filter less cigarette that had burnt so low it licked at his fingertips. It didn’t bother him. He needed to get home, find [Y/N]. Dashing into the street, he reached the car bringing life to the engine he swung the car into gear. The walk home was a distance so it must have been some time since she’d been there. Had she arrived when it all started? Thomas wasn’t sure how long had passed when Polly first started that conversation. It was a cruel thing to here. He didn’t think about what it could have meant to her hearing those things. “Fock!” Thomas yelled slamming his palm against the steering wheel. Wanting for traffic was like watching the final grains of sand fall away from the hourglass. Stalking back into the place he intended to make a home out of. His eyes landed on the key on the table. Sighing with the slightest trace of hope in his breath. “[Y/N].” He called out throughout the small townhouse, stalking through seeing the litter of nice pins he’d given her to put in her hair. Then both stockings. Scooping them up into his hands. Thomas checked the kids bedrooms, nothing seemed overly out of place. Before halting at the youngest’s bedroom. Her little sister’s bed didn’t have the dolly or bear that the sister adored. Causing a sinking feeling in his stomach. Rushing to bedroom. Eyes falling on the open wardrobe, every nice dress tucked away in there. But the clothes that she excused as cleaning clothes. The ratty old stockings and boots gone. A shallow breath left him. Turning to the pillow. His pillow. Picking up the little note, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Lips went dry and felt chapped as he licked them trying to moisten them. Thomas felt the squeeze of his heart. Picking up the ring from its place, he tucked it into his coat pocket. Rushing to the phone in the house, dialling for the children’s school hoping to hear that she had not collected them. He wasn’t that lucky… Standing there in the living space, he huffed back the feeling tears. “Fock!” Thomas threw the phone to the ground, driving the heel of his shoe into the receiver. Ditching his coat, he didn’t care for his dishevelled appearance. He needed to find her. Running into the street, remembering to shut up behind him. Refuelling the car. He moved down the streets, headed for the little village where their beginning was. Wondering if she had returned to that place. The little shithole that he wished that wouldn’t return there. In the little square it pissed down with rain as he stepped out into the clearing. “[Y/N]! Clementine! Jerimiah!” He cried out for [Y/N] and her siblings in the rain. Looking like the perfect madman. Stepping back, the trace of utter grief streaking his face. Palm running down his face.

So, this was what true heartbreak felt like… Thomas thought turning his gaze to the sky. Blinking through the rain droplets hitting his eyes. It was perfect illusion of a crying man.

In fact, the local pub artist had turned away from his scene and such a heartbreak. It’d become the known Portrait of Heartbreak.

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urbanenemy · 3 years ago

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Angelic Pretty Questions: all of them?

I MEAN.... I GUESS!!

Sugary Carnival: Have you ever been considered popular?

i don’t believe so!

Milky Planet: Besides earth, what planet would you come from?

hmmm venus or neptune i think!

Rose Toilette: Your signature perfume?

usually anything vanilla

Whimsical Vanilla-chan: What pets do you have/want to have?

i have three dogs!! i love dogs and wouldn’t rly want another kind of pet!

Marine Kingdom: Favourite undersea creature?

hmmm i really like dolphins or sea stars!

Dreamy Dollhouse: Describe your room with just 5 words.

messy, unorganized, memories, books, homey

Melty Chocolate: Favourite type of chocolate?

milk chocolate! white chocolate is way too sweet for me, and i don’t really care for dark!

Sugar Dream Dome: What do you like most about Winter?

nothing

when it snows for the first time and everything is covered in a blanket of white

Milky Berry: What do you like most about Summer?

that it’s always warm and i don’t have school!!

Happy Garden: What types of things would you plant in a garden?

different flowers that are a rainbow of colors!

Magical Étoile: Favourite attraction at a carnival?

the ferris wheel!!

Toy Parade: What toys did you play with as a child?

i loved playing with barbies and polly pockets!! I also enjoyed painting and drawing!

Holy Lantern: Describe the darker side to your personality.

uh i mean, i guess i can be really negative from time to time? maybe manipulative??

Melody Doll: What types of music do you listen to?

broadway, disney, etc! i just love singing!

Wonder Party: Favourite type of tea?

i can’t drink tea

Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry?

thinking about my future

whenever i reflect of my past and think about all the fun i have and i miss it bc i don’t get to experience it everyday

Cinema Doll: What makes a movie really enjoyable for you?

i love when there’s comedy and when the characters get a happy ending! like not even a “romantic” happy ending, i just want the characters to be happy and succeed.

Memorial Cake: What is your ideal romantic experience?

just spending time with someone who makes me unconditionally happy

Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play?

probably a supporting character of some sort. i never like to be the center of attention.

Cotton Candy Shop: If you had your own shop, what things would you sell?

books!!!!!

Decoration Dream: Favourite way to decorate a cake?

just frosting tbh!! i don’t care for sprinkles or anything hard!

Fancy Box: What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year?

i actually...don’t remember?? my leo friend bought me a mermaid necklace (because she thinks im a mermaid), and lonny got me a mug, but i can’t really remember anything else? i went down the shore with my aunt so that was pretty much the highlight

Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather?

sunny with a few clouds so i can watch them roll across the sky!

Dreamy Horoscope: What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it?

gemini, and i do!!

Symphonia of Birds: Favourite type of bird?

i really like peacocks!

Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most?

life after college and what i’ll do!

Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at.

hmm i think clue! i’m good at hypothesizing and putting things together. detective work!

Milky Cross: Are you a religious person?

i mean i believe in a higher life but i don’t practice a religion? i’m methodist but i don’t really go to church or anything

Cream Cookie: What kinds of snacks do you munch on?

i like chocolate!

Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you?

everything

Fancy Paper Dolls: What accessories would come with a doll version of you?

probably a book or my laptop!

Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time?

watch movies!

Candy Treat: Favourite type of candy?

chocolate candy, specifically kit-kats!

Fantastic Dolly: What cosmetics do you use?

i use everything but eyeliner and eyeshadow!

Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage?

water or hot chocolate...or milkshakes

Merry Making Party: Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to.

probably my graduation night??? my class of 140 kids got together in our community center and spent the entire night there (from 6pm-6am)

Country of Sweets: What countries would you like to visit?

italy, greece, germany!

Fruits Parlour: Favourite fruit?

strawberries!

Dream Sky: Have you ever seen a shooting star?

no :(

Soap Bubbles: How do you like to bathe/shower?

i like to stand in the shower for like 30 minutes daydreaming before i get out tbh....and when i take baths i like to use bath bombs!!

Jewelry Jelly: Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces.

a golden moon necklace i got from claire’s for like two bucks; a golden plate that says “inspire”; a pink and red friendship bracelet i bought from the mexico pavilion in epcot (lonny and my other friend also have the same bracelet, but in different colors. i got them two years ago and we havent taken them off yet!)

Dream Fantasy: What is your wildest fantasy?

i actually dont know tbh

Milky-chan the Fawn: Favourite forest animal?

mmm probably bears!

Honey Cake: What do you normally eat for breakfast?

depends! sometimes when im low on time just a nutrigrain bar or poptarts, or i’ll eat a bagel or toast with avocado if i have more time!

Dreamy Baby Room: The most childish part of your personality?

always daydreaming/imagining!

Chess Chocolate: What piece would you be on a chess board?

queen

French Cafe: Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie?

i rly like cupcakes or small cakes

Sugar Hearts: How is your love life right now?

non-existent

Wonder Story: What types of things do you like to read about?

everything!!

Twinkle Mermaid: Favourite type of fantasy creature?

mermaids or fairies!

Gloria: Name a very rare item that you would love to own.

hmm not sure!

#this took...forever....#katie #Anonymous

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