#muse. : thomas.

[uhhh-ghouls007]

I like when Nicholas Hoult is a sad wet man tormented by vampires

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Wayne Family Portrait :)

somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing somethings missing

how can you miss something that never belonged??

(Drakes Spoiled Brat- Update coming soon-ish!! But just made this little picture as something fun to create in the meantime- also you have no idea how long it toom me to find a jason pic that would work to cover Duke- IM ALSO THIS CLOSE TO CHANGING HALF THE PLOT JUST TO INCLUDE DUKE, I MISS MY DARLING "GOODY TOE SHOES" MENACE)

[sweetfridays]

♡ AMERIE & MALAKAI heartbreak high season 2

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Thomas Couture (1815-1879) "The Romans in their Decadence" (1847) Oil on canvas Located in the Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

[ghost-bxrd]

What happens if jason let's out a blood curdling scream out of absolutely nowhere? Not an au or anything I just want to know what you think the bat gang reactions would be

Depending on where they are/what they’re doing right now the reactions would vary slightly. But in general I don’t think any of them wouldn’t feel a stab of panic at that sound. Especially Bruce. (Maybe he‘s heard that scream before. Maybe there was footage to be recovered from the smashed domino in that warehouse all those years ago, maybe he still dreams of this exact sound over and over and over again)

Bruce would drop everything and run in Jason‘s general directions (trying and failing to fall into the clinical focus of Batman).

Dick wouldn’t be much better, though slightly more level headed about it and try to put his initial panic on the backburner. He knows Jason. Jason doesn’t scream even if he‘s being tortured these days. This could just be him being dramatic (please please please let this be him being dramatic)

Tim would assess the situation. Worried in his own way, but channeling that worry into securing the perimeter to give his comrades a clear shot at their target. Make sure there’s nothing in their way that could stop them.

Stephanie would jump straight into screaming back. She‘s not buying this bullshit. If Jason was in serious danger/hurt he would be making awful jokes and snippy comments about it. Or not make any sound at all. (She‘s not worried, she refuses to be worried. She‘s just gonna check up on him to give Jason a piece of her mind about interrupting patrol/a quiet night/a nice nap)

Cass would know straight away that nothing is actually happening and appear at Jason‘s side only so she can pat him on the shoulder. Maybe even get a hug.

Damian would loudly proclaim that Todd should learn how to suffer in silence, and that he‘s only going to check up on him because he cannot think with that awful sound he‘s making. (He‘s not worried, what are you talking about. He‘s not shaking. He‘s just a little cold. Get your facts straight. Jason screaming doesn’t rattle him in the slightest.)

Duke would one hundred percent believe someone‘s in the process of killing Jason and almost fall over himself trying to reach him. He‘s annoyed when it turns out to be nothing, but mostly he’s just relieved and demands Jason never does this again because he almost had a heart attack.

[sciencegothic]

very quick initial feeling, i want to say, i adored ellen and anna’s relationship. i think in a story that is so otherwise donna it’s by men, having another female figure for ellen to fall back on - someone who, despite her own faith and beliefs, is always so willing to be ellen’s rock in the face of the unknown. someone who gives up her own cross - a symbol so important to her - for ellen’s own comfort. someone who does not think her a burden. that’s not to day their aren’t men in the film who are kind, but when there are so many male figures trying to dominate and take charge of the narrative, i think having that solidarity is something that ellen really deserves. her father spoke of sin about her, the doctor had her tied up, orlok tormented her, thomas was gone - and anna just lay with her

and i just think, how lovely that was. and then, how devastating

[mindful-of-ideas]

TW: mention of alcohol, reader gets black out drunk.

A/N: Based on this request here by anon. Sooooooo… it’s been a while since I watched Peaky Blinders so if it doesn’t make sense timeline wise, I’m sorry. Also it’s been a while in general, sorry to have vanished without a word. Life got busy. Also I never realised the age gap between Tommy and Ada was thaaaaat big, so I kind of worked my way around it. Hopefully you still like it.

“Come on,” you said whining, “it’s one night, I think I’ll manage!”

“I just don’t want anything to happen to my little girl,” Polly said almost whispering.

You sat down by her side on the couch and rested your head on her lap.

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll make sure all the doors are locked and go to bed early.”

Gently, she brushed your hair with her fingers.

“You promise? With all of the arrests lately and… “

There was a long silence. Last week, they had arrested a bunch of members of the Peaky Blinders, but some coppers went too far. They had humiliated their wives, beating them in front of their children when they could, throwing them in the streets barely clothed otherwise, just in hope they knew something about their husbands whereabouts. They almost never did.

“I promise. You even could have one of the boys come around to check on me,” you added.

You hated being checked on, and she knew that. But you wanted her to have an actual relaxing weekend, it took you weeks to convince her to take a break, and mostly you wanted to have a fun weekend out.

“Alright. But you open the door for no one else, and if anything happens…”

“I keep my mouth shut until you or Tommy come and get me out, I know.”

“And he’s probably the one I’ll send to come and check on you,” she added.

You raised an eyebrow at her. You had only suggested it to ease her mind. You never believed she would actually send one of the boys to look after you like you were some little child.

“If,” she corrected herself, “I were to send someone, I would send Thomas. But I trust you.”

She kissed your forehead gently.

But deep down you knew you had to think of a backup plan in case Tommy did actually show up. Though, you wouldn’t complain too much. He too was a busy man and you couldn’t remember the last time he took a break, or the last time you even saw him for that matter.

It probably was well over two months ago, and well, the whole night was kind of a blur, a mix of alcohol and too much fun. Yet you could remember everything that led to that one night.

Polly had taken you in when you were barely five years old. Your mother, a friend of hers, had become suddenly ill, and your father, in true manlike fashion, had fled to London like a thief in the middle of the night. It didn’t take much convincing for Polly to take you in. She always told you she could never refuse your mom anything, on her dying bed more than ever. You never felt like you were a burden to Polly either. If anything, you were her blessing. This was how you had ended up growing alongside the infamous Shelby family.

Ada was your best friend, probably your only real friend too. You were thick as thieves. Polly wasn’t too fond of your friendship however. She seemed to always come up with excuses when Ada was about to get herself, and you, into real trouble, trying to keep you safe. Often, she would ask for your help around the house, mostly with Finn, who was still so young. How could you say no, you loved Finn like a brother.

You didn’t care much for the older boys, John was nice to you, beating up your bullies, but Arthur always seemed too old for you to even consider getting closer to him. He would make an effort to be nice to you, probably out of respect for Polly, but to say you considered him like a brother would be wrong, false.

Then, there was Tommy. The dark and mysterious Thomas Shelby. Has he always been like this? No, that couldn’t be possible. You had a clear picture of him crying at his mother’s funeral, birthday cards retelling shared laughters and a curved scar on your collarbone, witness to great adventures. You knew a Tommy no one else knew. Yet these memories, as he got older, turned into echoes of conversation late at night between him and Polly, where he sounded like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, whispers about girls trying to take a bite out of him and ripples of tears you couldn’t see anymore. That’s when he became the mysterious Thomas Shelby and that’s when your indocile naïve teenage heart began aching for him. But when he never stopped caring for you, you had to realise that this crush couldn’t last.

Yet he was not acting dark and mysterious that night, which was something unusual. The thought that the old Tommy could be back left your heart racing. Yet you were certain you had gotten over your crush, it had been too long to still hold on to silly hope. Now, however, the embarrassment of a childlike crush wasn’t there. The feeling was different, sharper. Ada caught you staring at him.

“Come on,” she had said, “you can go and bother him, I’ll cover for you if he gets pissed, say you were drunk or something.”

She said those words as if she knew something you didn’t. It didn’t matter though. She was right, you were drunk, and well, drunk-you wanted to go say hi to Tommy. Drunk you felt like a strong independent woman, who knew better than to be intimidated by handsome boys. You had dated handsome boys, this was child’s play. Though Thomas was a man. You had gotten up clumsily and made your way to the bar. Slurring your words just a little, you managed to start a conversation. You don’t remember much of what was said. Niceties mostly, hopefully. Maybe something about the good old days, when everything new felt like a warm and bright sun shower. Still, you did remember his eyes. How they were piercingly cold when you had started talking, yet by the end of the night they had a soft coldness to them that felt welcoming. This and his laugh. Somehow you had made him laugh and even today, his crystal clear laugh still echoed in your head.

You had awoken up the next day with a massive headache. How you made it back home was still a mystery. You remembered an Ada-like shadow leaving the pub around an early midnight and drinks still getting poured out for you. Tommy was buying, why would you have left then?

•••

There was a faint knock on the door. Carefully, you got up and cracked the door open. It was still early in the night and you started worrying that this wasn’t one of the Shelby boys behind the door.

“Tommy? What are you…”

“Polly asked,” he answered.

“She said IF,” you said, whining.

“And decided she was going to,” he said sternly, “And Polly was really clear that you weren’t to get into trouble. If I had come by later, could you promise you wouldn’t have been out?”

“No,” you thought. He was right. You let the door swing open more. You had planned on going out but had not started getting ready yet. You were still in well-worn clothes, nothing unfamiliar to Tommy.

“I’m not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself just fine. I should be able to go out if I want to.”

“I know…”

“So you’ll let me go, great! Now please get out so I can get ready.”

But he stood in the doorway, not moving.

“Was there anything else?” you asked after some time.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You… what…” you said blushing, “Tommy I look like shit right now. I… I haven’t…”

“I don’t care.”

He took a step towards you, pushed the door aside and grasped your face in his hands. Gently, you pried yourself away from him. His face was still close to yours. His blue eyes looking intensely at you, you could feel his gaze examining every inch of your face. Coldness washed over you, awakening all of your senses. You were suddenly hyperaware of your surroundings and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You had to look at the door. The wide-open door. What if someone saw you? What if the cops were to walk down the street right this instant?

“The door,” you finally whispered.

Grabbing you by the waist, he spun you around and pushed you against the door, closing it at the same time.

“What about the door?” he asked.

His other hand above your head, you felt small, trapped between him and the door. You bit your lip and started giggling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you quickly said, “it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“I know you… this just exactly how I’d imagine the dark and mysterious Thomas Shelby to act, yet it feels so strange.”

“Dark and mysterious,” he said, feigning surprise.

“You know…” you started, lowering your gaze. If he could just move back a little bit, you would feel so much more confident. “How everyone talks about you. And how I suddenly got more books when you moved out…”

“And how somehow Ada’s destructive plans always fell through?” he suggested.

“Wh-… you…”

“Yeah, me.” He said, lifting your chin gently to face him again. “Can I?” he asked in a whisper, pulling your face closer to his.

You nodded timidly. What was going on with you. This was Tommy, not some fucking stranger at the bar.

“Say it,” he teased.

“Yes.”

He kissed you, passionately. Had his hand not moved from your chin to be tangled in your hair, you would’ve bashed your head against the door.

He kissed you. And kissed you again.

You closed your eyes as he trailed kisses down your neck, all the way to your collarbone. He lingered on your scar when you shot your eyes open, pushing him back.

“What, what is it?” he asked, genuinely concerned.

“Since when?”

“What?” He tried to lift your chin up but you swatted his hand away.

“Since when… do you have feelings… for me?” you managed to blurt out.

“You always…” he started but you cut him short.

“No!” you said, pushing him back. “I mean it, since when!”

“I don’t get what’s wrong? Y/N, just calm down.”

“What’s wrong?”

Thousands of things were wrong and they hit you all at once. Right there, right then, at the worst possible moment.

“What’s wrong?” you asked again. “What’s wrong is every single men who looked at me like I was some piece of meat every time I walked into a bar since I turned 18! What’s wrong is these same men doing the same thing year after year after year and to girls younger and younger and younger than me! If you said you loved me since forever, I would feel so disgusted with myself and I… and I…”

You were hyperventilating at that point. You didn’t know why and how these thoughts just suddenly came to you. Maybe it was because this was just too much to handle, maybe it was because you’ve only dated boys, man-children, before.

“Hey, hey, just breathe, okay,” he said, gently stroking your hair away from your face with both his hands.

“Since when?” you asked one last time between sobs.

“Since the last time I saw you, something… changed,” he finally answered.

Slowly, you managed to silence your breathing and slow down your sobs.

“But, you always were special, Y/N,” he said. “Things slowly fell into place, but I assure you, I never and would never consider you as anything else than my equal, if not more.”

Blushing deeply, you tried to turn away, but he forced you to look at him.

“But you however. You’ve had a crush on me since way before.”

“I got over it,” you said defensively even though it was true. If the spark was rekindled that one night, it had morphed from a strinking lightning bolt into a raging wildfire. “But that night… yeah, something changed.”

“So, can we keep going?”

“I think we should rather start over. I think I missed a few of my cues.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, leaning back against the door, tilting your chin with the other hand. “Like what?”

“Come and find out.”

His face inched closer to yours.

“Come on, beautiful, just tell me.”

Before you could answer, he was kissing your lips again. But as quickly as he had started, he broke the kiss. You grabbed the lower part of his shirt, gently pulling him towards you.

“I forgot to kiss you back,” you whispered before kissing him for the first time.

[dailydeathinparadise]

Josephine Jobert as Florence Cassell & Shantol Jackson as Naomi Thomas DEATH IN PARADISE (2011 - ) Season 13, Episode 8

[diioonysus]

apollo + art

[mental-mouthful]

hello terrorheads, i have a number of wips in my drafts that i will never finish unless i decide on which to focus on.

so, given the choice, which of these fanfic prompts would you most want to read? they are all smut of Course (if the answer is multiple, choose ur #1 and add in the comments ur other choice(s) )

in a perfect world i would finish all of these but rn i just need to choose one or two to focus

[wantxmore]

[supermallorygalaxyart]

(originally posted on instagram on 8/2/24)

rip roman sanders you would've loved Never The Muse by Madilyn Mei

[the-aerispace]

HEAR ME OUT!!!!!!!!

Dungeon meshi Sanders sides fic.... what if what if what if....

"I-is this cannibalism??" Watching Janus, a half-naga eat a basilisk.

"So," Remus starts. "Which one of your parents fucked a snake?"

Janus blinks, and sighs. This will be a long fucking journey.

There's also the idea to make Janus the mad mage?? Or make the Dragon Witch the mad mage? Making creativitwins the descendants of the golden kindgom?? Possibilities are ENDLESS

[painter-and-muse]

’Somewhere in the forest’ is a pretty damn big range. But Elias has time on his side, and a shovel he only uses for special occasions. Hasn’t broken it out since World War II, it’s pretty damn rusty. But it’ll work.

Elias pulls up near a random side of the woods he was directed to, gets the thing out of the back seat, and sets out in search of anything that might look like a grave.

@nobodys-soldier

By all means it would've been a longer search, if it weren't for the day old blood trail leading off into the forest.

The blood trail was about a 30 minute walk into the forest before it stopped, and just a few feet from where it ended, there was a patch of disturbed dirt amongst the grass.

[ghost-bxrd]

Imagining regular people’s response to the dead prince returning on the monster dragon Red Hood…

Imagine, even before his death, Jason has issues gaining public support or following the way Bruce and Dick has.

Of course, the commoners who actually know him, like the servants at the palace, love him.

But he has no idea how to play to the crowd the way Born Performer/Charmer Dick Grayson or noble-born Tim who was trained for it all his life can.

 Unfortunately, ‘shy, tongue-tied’ can too easily come across as ‘sullen, arrogant’ from the distance a crowd will watch a prince. Especially if you are standing next to your Prince Charming brother.

And Jason was only in the public eye for about two or three years – long enough for the leeway afforded by novelty to wear off, not long enough to learn the complexities of maintaining a public persona.

So… As far as the man in the street is concerned, the former sullen prince is now somehow back, riding the monster dragon they may or may not remember having destroyed thousands.

 He is hunting their little prince in a horribly mismatched scenario of the monster dragon against a two-year-old robin, he hurt their charming crown prince who was just trying to defend his little brother…

Jason, expecting the people to be glad of his return – they were, at the beginning – reacting to being seen as a second Mad Rider like Red’s former rider…

Some suicidally brave commoner kid – I’m picturing Duke – throwing rocks at Red and Jason to try and distract them from a wounded Tim-Red Robin or Dick-Nightwing…

Oh that’s a heartbreaking scenario. Especially if Jason cares about what the common folk think of him 🥲

And stupidly brave Duke would definitely get at least lightly singed by Red for the audacity. Which, unfortunately, just drives home the point of Jason being just as bad as his predecessor… 😔

[suleikazuleika]

Reading Gotham Academy and picking We Are Robin back up. (I got distracted by other fandoms for a bit.) I also recently finished Whistle.

Okay, DC Animation, I would kill for an anthology series à la Paranoia Agent focusing on Gotham's civilians. With the Bat family making cameos here and there.

It would be a great opportunity to adapt the extended family's origins (Duke, Stephanie, Cass), while also exploring the lives of those affected by the events in Gotham (Willow Zimmerman, Olive Silverlock).

Maybe an overarching plot is the Robin movement and ends with Duke becoming Signal?

A girl can dream, can't she?