#when they want to live so fucking bad 👌😩

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Another little preview that gives the 'whumperflies' 😊

[thebeingofeverything]

Ok I’ll bite, I’m curious:

Mephisto/Amaimon - why ship it? (All 3 q’s)

Rin/Shiemi — why don’t you ship it? (I hope I’m asking this right)

I think we will probably have similar reasons but it never hurts to ask!

Mefiama, why ship it:

1. Ok! So for the first, really my og aoex ship was amairin bc I'm a battle couple shipper first and foremost but mefiama was a close second and it's bc I'm a demon lover after everything lololol

Specifically, I've loved characters like mephisto and amaimon as long as I can remember, starting from my og fav yyh Yoko Kurama and Hiei (which in my head is a different ship than Hiei/Kurama). But, like that ship, I actually never really liked/like the ways fandom portrays them. Characters like Hiei and Amaimon both end up woobified and turned into stereotypical uke characters with the big sexy dom/seme mephisto/Kurama to seduce/play with them.

And to me that always pissed me off bc of how ooc it made them all out to be. I love Hiei and Amaimon bc they're little feral shitheads who have a massive independent streak to them and act/are totally inhuman. They both poke at each other and cause each other headaches and I live for it lololol

They're spicy as hell too and I love that in a ship. The second I saw Mephisto keeping Amaimon strung up on spears in the cuckoo prison that was it for me 😩👌🔥

2. The draw for these characters and the ship is that they're both inhuman creatures that only pretend at humanity, or in amaimons case, is forced to play nice by mephisto if he wants to be stomping around his territory.

What I really love about them, though, is that while Mephisto has the upper hand in the dynamic, Amaimon also knows his character and can see past his clown mask bullshit. He knows the demon Mephisto really is under all the sparkles and show boating. He's an observer and even when Mephisto is focusing on his goals and plots and shows, Amaimon is there on the sidelines keeping tabs and picking everything apart. I think Amaimon thinks Mephisto is interesting or has potentially interesting ideas. The thing about demons is they're constantly looking for something to keep them interested through their eternal existences and with Mephisto, Amaimon has a source of enrichment lol

I also like the fucked up premise of how Amaimon has an inherent trust in Mephisto that gets abused in canon. We saw him getting incredibly hurt by the shiemi reveal, as if Mephisto keeping that info from him meant Mephisto was treating him like one of his human pawns and not with respect as another demon king.

3. I'm not sure if there's an unpopular opinion I have for them, except that I tend to find most fandom treats them incredibly ooc and it makes it difficult for me to enjoy content of them from others. Mephisto as the over simplified seductive seme, doing typical melodramatic evil villain stuff and Amaimon being reduced to a uwu baby idiot who has never had sex despite being a who knows how old demon king. I've got a ton of bitching I've done over the years about it (and it's the same treatment Hiei always got back in the day so I'm used to the frustration) 😂

Rinshi, Don't Ship:

1. Man I feel really bad to say this but this is one of the most vanilla/boring ships in the fandom outside of bonrin. It's just so typical hot headed anime boy protag/girl next door love interest, even as much as they're both incredibly well developed characters, and as much as I love Rin.

It really just comes down to Rin being a, like, base ingredient for me as a ship. Like him being involved in a ship isn't on its own enough to make me enjoy/ship something. (Amaimon, on the other hand, immediately spices any ship up and I've even got a few rinamaishi fic aus out there lol). But I've never been interested in the sweet, hard-working character archetype. I can't help it, I'm into edgy bastard gremlin characters, the antagonists and anti heroes lololol (The exception to this in aoex is Yuri and that's bc she's got that little mischievous bad girl zing to her I love lololol). Shiemi just doesn't have that spice I need to really invest in a character.

2. What would have made me like it is just if Shiemi was a different character lololol like, she's just too sweet for me, like a marshmallow. Her in her string Independent woman era isn't really doing it for me either bc it feels like all her character development got cut out in that training arc she was just in. We missed a good opportunity to see her reconcile things with her grandma and her growth just to watch her toss an Amaimon copy and it feels like we got cheated out of her character arc.

If she just had that little spark that Yuri had it might work for me but I haven't seen it and until then it feels like every other typical anime main character/love interest ship, and it's just never been a dynamic I've never been into.

3. Positive things I have to say are that I think Kato has always done a phenomenal job making her characters feel realistic and not the usual anime shallow stereotypes. So when ppl tell me they enjoy the ship I'm like yeah, if ur into those kinds of characters and that ship dynamic, you've come to the right series to get a really well developed couple who feel fleshed out and who have had a developing relationship throughout the series. Totally understandable, just not for me.

I hope I actually answered these right 😂 thanks for the ask @philosophicalparadox 🩷

[dreamsfulblues]

i thought i'd give you a little update: sooo i finished vento aureo and mate i’m still feeling like this rn:

oughhh i loved it!! i didn’t think i’d cry that often but i did, whether i saw it coming or not😭 also the sound effects in the anime are top tier; almost every stand has a unique noise/sound corresponding to it, i eat that shit uppp!!🤩

i loved seeing my dude pol again too, that was the least i expected honestly but it was a nice surprise seeing him again, poor chariot though :(

asdfgkjhahgddfkjlhg these characters have such a grip on me, i just want to see them all happy and alive damnit RAHHHHH >:[ anyway when i have time i’ll probably try to draw these guys because i have so many feelings about them i can’t put into words adsjhkdf

Part 5 really likes to make you cry but I’m happy you like it ❤️

When I first watched it it was the first time after a while that I was legit worried about fictional characters (Gosh Bruno and Mista gave me such anxiety fr. At least one had pretty thick plot armor so he’s alright 🫠😭)

Also YEEEESSSS Part 5 has so many cool Stands and the sound effects are 👌👌👌👌😩

And I was almost screaming to see my man PolPol like I legit didn’t expect to see him show up but it was so fun…until that ONE moment. Stupid Diavolo fuck that guy 😭

At least his soul is fine. May the legend live on 🐢

In my world they all are happy, healthy and alive nothing bad ever happened. Especially best capo is living his best life

Nothing bad happened….

[brummiereader]

@emotionalcadaver eeek...Lucy 😬🙈!

I had a feeling this was gonna happen 😬. Something was gonna push her to the point of making a decision out of anger. I don't know why I feel so nervous about this, but I do. I've only seen her take someone out with Tommy next to her. I have faith in her, but not in anyone that works at the midland, especially this Maria and her mischievous eyes 🧐.

Ooh, quick question! I may have missed it in previous chapters but. Do Tommy and Lucy wear wedding type rings or commitment rings, or are her rings something completely different?

When she was sure that he was out of earshot, she turned to Tommy, and was promptly met with stern eyes and pursed lips. “No.”

“You haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say yet!” she protested. Well, we all knew that was going to be his reaction 😂. He's not doing himself any favours here. I know he's scared of losing her, but she doesn't seem like the kind of woman that is happy being kept away from things. She wants to be in the thick of it.

Her lips parted, stuttering slightly at the realization that she did not actually have a good answer for him. I think her inner thoughts after this part describe exactly why she wants to do this. Every single one of them. And I think ultimately, it's who she is. She's an assassin.

“Miss. Winters,” Aberama greeted in that slow drawl of his, AHHH 😍❤️❤️!! I literally squealed when Aberama made an appearance. I love his character so much! And you did an incredible job at portraying his mannerisms and way of speaking.

I loved their whole conversation. It felt so warm and cosy, when he reminded of her life before on the road. And even though Lucy herself said that it didn't feel like home, you could feel that traveller spirit awaken in her after talking with Aberama.

Aberama took a step towards her. “There’s something you ought to know…” 🧐🧐?? What was that Aberama?? Hun, you can't just leave this one unanswered 😩😭!

“Fuck the betting shop!” Linda cut him off, and the whole room went dead silent. Linda 🤦🏼‍♀️. You've gotta give it to her, she has no problem standing up to Tommy. It's just the way she goes about it, and the fact that she doesn't give any consideration to who Arthur is and the world he's lived his entire life in. He's a gangster for fuck sake 😂!

I mean, what do you even do for this company, anyway? Other than follow Thomas around like a lost little puppy all day.” urgh, I found her so irritating in this part. And as for her insulting Lucy...🙄😤. What annoys me the most with her and what you did a fantastic job with, is the hypocrisy. She's the first to point fingers on her high stool of morals, but she's just as manipulative as the rest of them. I'm not surprised Lucy stormed out, she was already annoyed about Tommy, Linda was the final push. I always feel a little sorry for Lucy, I get the impression she constantly feels like an outsider, no matter what she does for them or how hard she tries. It's like she'll never be enough for them 😩.

Fuck it,” she mumbled under her breath, and started to climb the steps of the Midland hotel. Shit 😬. I just knew she would want to prove to herself and them that she was more than what they think of her after that.

“Okay. Grab me that wig, over there.” Is she about to go incognito as a prostitute?? I mean, I'm all for seeing Lucy put on a clever show and then taking them out 👌. But I'm so nervous they're gonna find out before it happens or there's gonna more men present than she can handle by herself. Like I said at the beginning, this may be because I've not seen her fight by herself yet. But I dunno, I have a bad feeling 😬. Tommy is gonna be pacing the floors, wondering where's she's gone 😳!

Can't wait to see how everything unfolds! Another amazing chapter, Laur ❤️!

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy's usefulness to the company is called into question.

Word Count: 3,587

Notes: Warnings for depictions of slut shaming (sort of).

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Chapter 11: Useful

Her fingers twitched, thumb rubbing idly at her rings while she listened to Isiah brief them on what their boys had found during their stakeouts of the flat where Clara had told them some of the Italians were hiding out.

“It’s Alessio. We’ve seen him come in and out a couple of times. From what we can gather, it looks like he has two guards with him. His wife stays there too, but on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she leaves from eleven in the morning to three in the afternoon to have lunch with friends, go to the salon, and help facilitate this book and knitting club she’s a part of. That’s when Alessio and the boys will call on Elizabeth or other whores and have them come over to the flat.”

“Are there any children?” Lucy asked, gaze focused on the opposite wall of the office. Today was a Wednesday. It was a little past noon. 

“No. Alessio and his wife don’t have any. Not so sure about the guards, but if they do, they aren’t staying with them.”

“And the wife leaves at those same times? Every day?” Tommy prompted. 

“Yes.”

“Good,” Lucy could already feel the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. “Well done, Isiah, you’ve done a good job here.”

Tommy jerked his chin towards the door. “You can go.”

Isiah nodded to them both. “Family meeting in ten minutes, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll be gathering in the kitchen. Feel free to put some tea on, while you wait,” Lucy stood from where she’d been leaning with her back propped up against her desk, arms crossed over her chest.

“Thanks.”

“And don’t mention this to anyone else yet!” Tommy called after him. 

She watched the kid duck out the door, weaving around the desks in the betting shop to make his way towards the kitchen. When she was sure that he was out of earshot, she turned to Tommy, and was promptly met with stern eyes and pursed lips. 

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say yet!” she protested. He sighed, pulling off his glasses and tossing them onto the pile of papers atop his desk, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Tommy,” she strode towards him, placing both palms flat on the smooth wood surface, leaning forward across it. With her standing and him still seated in his chair, she was actually taller than him for once. “This is part of what you hired me for in the first place.”

“That was before we had others who can do the killings for us. Besides,” he folded his hands together. “I usually only sent you after ordinary people, not trained soldiers of the Sicilian mafia.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You think that I can’t handle them?”

“It’s not a problem of if you can handle them or not, love,” he said quietly, and when he looked up, she was struck by the look in his eyes, teetering on pleading. “I can’t lose you.”

She took a deep breath, trying hard to remember Grace’s words from her dream:

The idea of losing you is probably terrifying.

“I know,” she said, gently as she could, reaching across the desk to take his face in her hands. “I know you worry, but I will be fine. I promise. I’ll take some of our boys with me, if that’ll make you feel better, just please…please let me do this, Tommy. There’s only three of them. If I leave now, I could be done with all of them maybe even before the family meeting is over.”

“Why?” Tommy asked, voice hoarse, staring up at her destitutely. “There’s no reason that it has to be you. The Golds can deal with them just as easily.”

Her lips parted, stuttering slightly at the realization that she did not actually have a good answer for him. She couldn’t say why it was so important that she be the one to go after Alessio. Or who it was exactly she was trying to prove something too. Maybe herself. Maybe the rest of the family. Maybe it was just her fucking pride getting in the way of things; insisting that she was still top-dog when it came to this kind of work, even though she hardly actually partook in it anymore. An insistence to prove that she wasn’t rusty–which she wasn’t, by the way. She still kept up with sparring and shooting and throwing knives. She was just as tough and capable as all the rest of them. Even Aberama Gold and his far-reaching reputation for savagery. 

Before she could even begin to think of an answer, she heard the doors bang open and then the loud hum of boisterous discussion as people started to arrive. She pulled back, away from the desk, looking over her shoulder to see Aberama and Bonnie walking side by side towards the kitchen, chatting to each other while Polly and Ada trailed in behind them. She looked back at Tommy.

“We’ll talk about it later.”

He must have heard the dejection in her voice, because he looked up sharpy, brows drawing together. “Lucy…”

But she was already making for the door, yanking it open with perhaps a little more force than necessary. Behind her, she heard him sigh, chair scraping against the floorboards as he pushed it back to stand and follow her. 

She went directly to the kitchen, giving a small nod to Polly and Ada as a hello. Isiah and Bonnie were talking by the window, and she had to sidestep around Aberama to grab a teacup to fill from the kettle Isiah had already made up. 

“Miss. Winters,” Aberama greeted in that slow drawl of his, watching her as she poured the tea, swirling it idly in her cup and blowing on it before taking a sip. 

“Mr. Gold,” she acknowledged politely.

He shifted, leaning an arm against the counter. Turning, she spotted Tommy talking with Polly and Ada near the door to his office, hands shoved deep into his pockets. When his eyes darted to hers, she looked hastily away. 

She wasn’t mad at him, not really. Just…put out. 

Okay, fine. She was mad at him. But only a little. 

“You wouldn’t happen to be related to Miri and Mercy Lovell, would you?” Aberama asked, pulling her from her musings. She started at the names. It had been a long time since she’d heard either of them. He smiled at her kindly, cocking his head. “I ask because you look like them. Similar shade of hair, petite…”

“Miri is my aunt.”

He nodded. “I thought as much. You’re Genevieve’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Lucy frowned, putting down her teacup. “You knew my mother?”

“Not really. Her family and mine would often bump into each other at the fairs when we were in Wales. And then she left, off into the city with your father. I still see Miri every once in a while.”

“How is she?”

“She’s alright. Mercy’s become quite impressive. She’s got to be one of the best marksmen I’ve ever seen. Does a whole show around it at the fairs.”

“Good aim runs in the family,” she murmured, suddenly swept up in memories of summers spent with Miri and her cousins in the countryside, Mercy teaching her to shoot a revolver and throw knives with near-flawless accuracy. Her and Mercy teaming up in boxing matches against Mercy’s brothers. It was always her favorite time of the year, and while she’d adored all of her cousins, Mercy had always been the one she was closest with. 

An ache pinched deeply in her chest, not quite homesickness–the caravans had never been her home, after all–but close.

“Did you ever work in the fairs?” Aberama asked curiously. A few more people were starting to filter in, Jeremiah stepped inside, moving to talk with Isiah where Finn had already joined him and Bonnie. Johnny Dogs’s voice boomed from the doorway as he greeted Tommy enthusiastically. 

“Sometimes. Fortune telling, mostly. I wanted to be a contortionist, was practicing for a whole damn year to be one, actually, but Mum said no after I almost broke my neck.”

He chuckled. “Pity. I hear from Miri that the contortionists are some of the most popular acts at the moment.”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t all a waste. I’m still quite flexible. It’s come in handy from time to time.”

Aberama chuckled. “I’m sure it does,” he eyed her for a moment. “You look so much like her, in the right light.”

“Who?”

“Your mother.”

She looked down. It hadn’t been an uncommon statement, when she was younger. All the women in her family on her mother’s side looked the same: dark red, curly hair, big eyes, and petite, curvy figures. Her mother had been prettier than her, though. For one, she hadn’t been covered neck to toe in faded scars, and for another, she had a mane of deep red curls that fell to the small of her back, and big, doe brown eyes. She didn’t smile often, but when she did, dimples appeared in her cheeks.

Aberama took a step towards her. “There’s something you ought to know…”

“Right!” Tommy’s voice booming throughout the kitchen had everyone, even Aberama, silencing and turning their attention to him. Polly, Ada, Linda, and Arthur all took seats at the table while everyone else gathered in close in the cramped space. Glasses of whiskey were passed around. Lucy took the one Ada offered her thankfully, shooting one last curious look at Aberama, making a mental note to enquire further about what he had been meaning to tell her after the meeting was over.

 Tommy’s eyes swooped across everyone, taking mental tally and ensuring that all were present. “Lizzie’s not here; Ada tells me that she’s dealing with some sort of paperwork disaster over at the other office and won’t be making it, so we’ll continue without her. First off, a commendation, for Arthur. He killed two Changretta men who broke into one of our factories. Every life taken by us from the enemy side should be considered a victory. So I propose, to start off this meeting, that we drink a toast, to Arthur and his good fortune.”

Everyone raised their glass while Arthur mumbled bashfully. Tommy stared at him intensely, the entire operation clearly an attempt to extend an olive branch regarding the recent conflict over opening up the hit on Luca. It certainly seemed to achieve its goal in getting him at least partially back in Arthur’s good graces, based on the way he smiled slightly at him.

“Next item of business, after a vote taken during a meeting of the board members, we have agreed to put out an official bounty for Luca Changretta. I want word to go out today. This bounty would be up for collection for you as well, Mr. Gold,” he addressed Aberama directly, reaching into his pocket. “Should you or your son deliver Luca dead or alive to us, you will be rewarded,” he passed to Aberama the enlarged photograph of Luca from Alessio’s wedding pictures. Lucy watched Arthur from the corner of her eye; he was looking down at the table and scowling, Linda’s hand curling around his shoulder. Her self-righteous face was tight with anger, though Lucy couldn’t imagine what she had to be upset about regarding the bounty being extended to Bonnie and Aberama.

“Item number three: the betting shop needs–”

“Fuck the betting shop!” Linda cut him off, and the whole room went dead silent. Arthur’s head snapped up from where it had been bowed, eyes staring at his wife in wide shock. 

“I want to know what you’re planning to do about the man who gave Arthur up at the factory,” she demanded, back straight, head tilted up in that stuck-up way that pointed her nose at an angle towards the ceiling. She met Tommy’s icy-cold gaze straight on, fearless. 

She had balls, Lucy could at least give her that. 

Tommy wetted his lips, taking his time in answering Linda’s question. Lucy suspected that the delay in him speaking was half out of pettiness, and half because her outburst had genuinely surprised him.

“We are still conducting an investigation into who may have been responsible for letting the Italians into the factory. We’ve eliminated a number of suspects, so far, but until we are sure who it was–”

“Nothing!” Linda flung her hands up into the air, looking around as if expecting others to back her up. “You mean that you are going to do nothing about the man who set my husband up to die–”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed. “That is not what I said, Linda.”

“But it’s what’s happening, isn’t it!?” she screeched, yanking her arm away from Arthur when he tried to grab it in an attempt to get her to calm down, rising to her feet. “Too busy chasing after the big prize of Luca Changretta’s head on a fucking platter, too busy making sure that your precious company doesn’t lose a single pound in profits to worry all too much about the fact that the man who set up your brother to be murdered is still walking around and could come for him again at any moment!” Her lips curled back from her teeth in a snarl. “But I suppose it doesn’t matter, right? You’ve already gotten one brother killed, so what’s another one to add to the pile, right?”

Tommy flinched, a movement so small Lucy doubted that it was noticed by anyone but her; and yet it was there, as was the flicker of deep grief, guilt, and hurt that swirled up past the layers of his armor in his eyes. It was only there for but a microsecond, but she saw it. And its presence caused protectiveness to flare within her. 

“Linda, sit down,” Lucy ordered, taking a step forward.

Linda rounded on her, eyes alight with fury. The cross on the chain around her neck swayed against her chest with the movement, light reflecting off of it, and Lucy fought back the urge to cringe away and hiss at the sight of it. 

“Nobody asked for your opinion, you…you slut!”

Lucy’s brows flew up at the insult. Not that she didn’t already know what Linda thought about her, but she hadn’t exactly expected her to verbalize it at a meeting with everyone present. But then again, she hadn’t expected her to start in on a verbal attack of Tommy, either. 

“Hey!” Tommy barked, voice so loud it made Ada cringe uncomfortably in her seat. But not Linda. No, Linda kept her eyes focused solely on Lucy, her attention diverted momentarily away from Tommy and onto her. 

“I mean, what do you even do for this company, anyway? Other than follow Thomas around like a lost little puppy all day.”

“Linda, that’s enough,” Tommy growled, voice low and dangerous. 

“Linda, please,” Arthur said gruffly, still trying to pull her back down into her seat.   

Lucy stared into her challenging eyes, fighting back the sudden urge to slap her. Stupid woman; she’d spent, what? One day in the betting shop, and now thought that she understood how everything was run? Fucking hell. 

With a shake of her head, she slammed her glass of whiskey down onto the counter and made for the door, the others that were in her way shuffling hastily to let her shoulder past them. She heard Tommy call her name, but ignored him. She had promised him that she would try her best to play nice, and if she stayed there much longer, she was more and more likely to break that promise. 

Her footsteps thundered down the street, boots clicking audibly against the cobblestones while she walked. A particularly dark look must have found its way onto her face, because several people hurried to get out of her way as she passed. 

Her foul mood was not helped by the acknowledgement that at least a large chunk of her anger stemmed from the fact that Linda wasn’t entirely wrong. 

Sometimes it did feel like all she did was follow Tommy around. Yes, she helped to keep track of things, helped with paperwork, took notes on all his meetings–which, by the way, they didn’t use all that often because Tommy had the memory of a fucking elephant–and offered insight and ideas, but there were times when she couldn’t help but think that, at least without factoring in Tommy’s emotions towards her, the company would be fully capable of functioning just fine without her. 

Sighing, she pulled her cap out of her pocket, pulling it on over her hair. Stuffing her hands deep into her pockets, she kept her head lowered as she walked, so it wouldn’t be too obvious to anyone that passed her by that she was sulking. 

When she got to her destination, she hesitated momentarily. Tommy would be upset with her, if she stepped past the threshold of the doors she was currently staring at. After all, she had said they’d talk about it more later. He’d probably be agitated that she just went off without any backup and not even the go-ahead from him. 

What do you even do for this company, anyway?

“Fuck it,” she mumbled under her breath, and started to climb the steps of the Midland hotel. 

“Can I help you?” the receptionist smiled sweetly, when she approached the counter. 

“I need to speak with Billy. Immediately,” Lucy kept her voice low, pulling out a cigarette while she waited. He came bustling down hastily but a few moments after the receptionist called for him, a little out of breath.

“Miss. Winters, my apologies, we weren’t expecting you–”

“I need to speak with Clara,” she said, pulling her watch from her pocket to check the time. Almost one. 

“She just got in, but I was about to send her off to work…”

“This won’t take long.”

“Alright, I’ll send her up to your room–”

“No, I won’t be staying. Take me down to where the girls get ready.”

Billy’s face went a little ashen. “We don’t normally allow clients into that part of the hotel.”

“Billy, you are testing my fucking patience,” she snapped, and he winced, looking around the lobby anxiously. 

“Very well. This way.”

She followed him through a side door and down a winding set of stairs, suppressing a chill as they traveled lower and lower into the bowels of the hotel. When they finally got to the end of the stairs, they were greeted by a narrow hallway. Billy took her to a door labeled with a placard reading: Dressing Room. Shooting her a nervous glance over his shoulder, he knocked once. 

“Ladies?” he called. There was movement on the other side of the door, and then it opened with a creak of complaint. 

“Yes, Billy?” Maria poked her dark head of hair out, brow raised curiously. She had a forever enduring sparkle of mischief in her eyes, and lips that seemed to always be settled into a small, knowing smile. 

“Maria, is Clara still there?”

Maria opened her mouth to answer, but a softer voice spoke up behind her.

“Yes?” a moment later, Clara had appeared behind Maria’s shoulder, a tube of lipstick clutched in her hands. Billy looked at Lucy. 

“Leave us.”

He hesitated, and she rolled her eyes, reaching into her coat and holding out a roll of bills to him. He took it tentatively, pocketing it with a small nod.

“Girls,” he said to Clara and Maria. “Miss. Winters,” he smiled at her uncomfortably. She waited until he was climbing the stairs, and then turned to the girls.

“Can I come in?” 

They looked at each other, then Maria stepped aside, holding the door open for her. She stepped in, glancing around while Maria shut the door behind her. 

Small vanities were lined against the right and left walls. Some were neat and spotless in their organization, while others were messy and chaotic, nearly spilling over onto the vanities next to it. Makeup and hair-styling products were stored on most of them, and several racks, nearly bursting with clothing, were pushed up against the wall opposite the door. 

“Which one is Elizabeth’s?” Lucy asked. Clara pointed to one of the messier vanities. Lucy went over to it, picking up a palette of makeup that rested atop the general chaos of items tossed upon the vanity. She set it back down, checking her watch again. 

One-thirty.

“Is Elizabeth working today?”

“Yes. She’s upstairs with a client now,” Maria said.

“You’re sure she’s upstairs?”

They both nodded.

Turning back to Elizabeth’s vanity, Lucy touched the coat hanging off the back of the chair lightly. It would be a little big on her, but that would be to her advantage. Her eyes skimmed around the dressing room, taking in the wigs stored on mannequin heads on a shelf. She reached into her coat pocket, drawing out another wad of bills, counting them out and then splitting them between Maria and Clara. 

“I’m going to need you two to help me with some things. And then I’m going to need you to keep Elizabeth away from that flat for the rest of the day. Alright?”

Clara’s eyes widened a small fraction. They nodded. Lucy turned back to the vanity, pulling off her cap and brushing a few locks of her distinctive red hair off of her forehead. 

“Okay. Grab me that wig, over there.” 

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While all of these desperately are in need of focus, I'm glad to see Norman & Vincent doing so well (though there's things to be said there) 🤧 Was hovering between them and Norman & Smee for a good few hours before ultimately going with Smee for these reasons:

#very invested in all of them ngl i want Every Detail on everyone from lambda #but i need to know more about Smee #he was clearly so important but we never get a formal introduction?? i wanted to see him and Norman work together #and as a tragedy enjoyer i wanted to witness norman losing the last adult he felt like he could trust. idk let me have it!! #i just. need to know absolutely everything about the humans on the ratri/farm side who were working against them IT’S IMPORTANT (via @emmaspolaroid)

The good shit, especially when it's contrasted with more focus on the Norman & Peter dynamic 👌👌😩

#other because WHERE'S NORMAN AND AYSHE?!?!?! #of course everything platonic but the tension between them... the lingering fear to be killed by each other... him realizing he fucked up #majorly and now lives with the living and breathing reminder under one roof#and his friends even taught her how to shoot a gun... no wonder he didn't sleep a second anymore after destroying Lambda (via @officersnickers)

This is mainly because I only had eleven slots and Norayshe already had a spot in the rare pair poll.

#anyway there are so many character interactions between all of them I'd love to see #just Norman warming up to them slowly but steady #Cislo and Barbara being like cats and dogs but also besties #Vincent with everyone and the thing he got going on ✨ #Smee as a character... (via @officersnickers)

All real and true though I want to see Lambda gang be friends under kinder circumstances so bad _(:△」∠)_

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Episode 6!

Before episode thoughts->

Sooooo excited to see Tommy and our wife Maria <3

Also excited for the farmhouse!!!!!

Anyway onto the episode ->

THREE MONTHS LATER

rabbits 😏 (if you know you know)

Ope

The guns all the way over there

Oh man I love these two!

Theyre like 1000 lmao

I FUCKING LOVE THESE TWO

We see the bodies they leave behind 😳 wtf?

Ellie! Don't steal omfg

JOEL WTF HAPPENING

Panic attack?

Hes taping his boot together 🥺

Aww shes so cute looking at the northern lights

Can I have some? No Joel you shouldn't even be drinking

Yup still gross lmao

Wait this looks like that one concept art scene! Are they gonna start making jokes and laughing

I would raise sheep. They're quiet and do what they're told. Lmao

Ellie and her love if space 🥺

Joel’s trying to comfort her 🥺🥺🥺

Sheep ranches on the moon

Joel grabbing his back when he gets up

Joel's coat looks really nice and warm, I want

God that shot of them crossing the bridge with the mountains in the back is beautiful

SHES TRYING TO WHISTLE

THE DAMMMMMMM

The river of death really has me freaking out

The circling on horses is giving, LoTR when they arrive in Rivendel

Ellie seems to be scared of dogs, nm

Joel?! Ok this panic has got to be fixed omfg MY anxiety can't take it

Maria my LOVEEEEEEEEEE

I like that they actually go into Jackson in the show

The dude moving a single piece if fire wood with a shovel is me frfr

Awwww reunion 🥲

The dining hall looks just like the game!!!

Let's mind our manners. Does ellie even have any?? Love her

Maria is my wife, Tommy watch your back

Love herrrrrrrr

SHEEP

Wait i just realized Joel said he wanted to be a sheep farmer, in p2 the game ellie becomes a sheep farmer with dina

Shimmer!

Man they both have a dependency on each otherrrrrr

Sigh Joel why'd you lie about tess

Us? Oohhhh Joel wasn't planning on ditching ellie with Tommy

Ah man these two are bickering like brothers

Im gonna be a father!!!!! Screaming

Damn Joel thats coldddd

Im starting to get the feeling it's not gonna be rebar that takes Joel out, he's gonna have a heart issue or pneumonia or something

Ellie in pink, I never thought I'd see the day lmao

DIVA CUP

The jackettttt

Ooohhh i love the stained glass

Gasp did Maria loose someone to?? A kid??

Awww i love my wifeeee

My woman was a lawyer, love her

She was a mom!

Sarah was Joel's daughter!!

The only people hat can betray us, are the ones we trust. FORESHADOWINGGGGG

A kiddo with down syndrome!!!! That means everything

Joel's hand still bothering him

Tommy being the bigger man 🥺

Ope hes telling Tommy

Oh hes telling Tommy EVERYTHING

Aww hes telling Tommy about Henry

Omfg his anxietyyyy

Omg im gonna cry stoo this shit joel

JOELLLLLLLLL STOP

Ope now he's pushing for Tommy to take her

Stop crying Joel omfg I can't handle it

Man this place looks just like it did in the game

Oh fuck the farmhouse scene is about to happen isn't it?!?

Oh she overheard them talking 🥲🥲

The giraffe picture!

The way Joel’s face just DROPPED

Everybody i have cared for has died, or left me. Everybody, fucking except for you! So don't tell me I'd be safer with someone else because the truth is I'd just be more scared. 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

The PAIN in Bella's eyes 🥲🥲

Oh bes having flashbacks to Sarah 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Did Tommy never show up?

Ope nm

Whats gonna happen to change Joel’s mind?

Let's go. I love her

Please please please please let her name the horse Callus

Can I borrow that? Me fucking too! I remember the p2 flashback he's got a nice fucking gun

Man Maria being pregnant is gonna change SO much during p2

You gonna shot this thing or get it pregnant? I'm rolling

The fucking musicccccccc, this is the end credit song and im living

Hes opening up to her more 🥲

Yeah we were cool.

Everybody loved condtractors.... Joel idk if thats true lmao

AH! They're talking about football!

I've got a BAD feeling

God riding through the university is 😩👌

When I was a kid I wanted to be a singer 🥲🥲

This is all so good and close to the gameee

Monkeys!

Man I wanna learn to ride a horse but my body image issues would never let me

Man even the inside of the uni looks like the game!

Its soooo much like the game im freaking outtt

Are they gonna find the recording from the doctor?

Nice! A convenient map lol

Hunters??? David's bitches!

Oh fuckk

Whats gonna happen????

Ahhhhhh he broke his neck like....oh fuck me

Dude shanked my husband!

Oh no, oh no, oh no

JOEL?!

Joel you gotta get up. I can't do this without you. 🥲

Please. Joel, please. 🥲🥲

Not the sad fucking cover of Depeche Mode!

Im over this show, fuck off omfg (a totally untrue statement)

Trailer ->

Oh no.....oh no....OH NO

Im not ready for Left Behind

Oh my sweet child

Ok ok ok The Last of Us episode 1 thoughts below!

• CLIMATE CHANGE?! (Love that honestly)

• Not me sobbing at the intro (I HOPED they'd do something like the games intro so this was a perfect surprise)

• Joels shirt is inside out 😭 (ok noticed this before it was mentioned)

• Let the man have his coffee Sarah

• Gabriel as tommy?! Sounds almost identical omggg

• The neighbors 😭 (oh I understand now.....)(I like how they changed the changing/infected neighbor scene)

• Desert Storm???? 👀

• Sarah fixing the watch instead of getting him a new one 🥺

• Sarah's backpack is so cute omg

• The dog 🥲

• "Drugs. I sell hard-core drugs." Happy screams

• Joel and his shitty movies smh (hope this is ref later with ellie and joels movie nights)

• Dammit Tommy, jail, really??

• Yo wtf grandma. No joke the cordyceps out of her mouth?!?!?

• The truck scene was done so welllllllllll

• Jimmy's place!!!

• The planes (OMFG THE PLANE)

• Ooo the car crash separating them, I approve

• These bitches CREEPY (Love that they have no fine motor control)

• Joel begging 🥲🥲🥲

• That is infact a small child (😭😭😭)(🥲🥲🥲)

• DONT YOU TWENTY YEARS LATER ME YOU BITCHES (both 2014 Hannah and 2023 Hannah)

Sarah's death was sadder here and I stand by that

• The amount of time it takes to change depending on where your bit poster is 👌👌👌

• Joel doing actual work in the QZ is kinda really funny to me (sewer maintenance) (now this is more like it....wait drug dealing??)

• MUSICCCCCCCC

• HANGING?????? IN THE QZ??? BY FEDRA???

• Tess 🥰🥰🥰

• Ooo truck battery and not guns (what about your guy?- He answers to me FUCK YEAH HE DOES....WAIT oh fuck explosion! Well fuck you anyway Robert)

•  ELLIE!! (SHE HAS HER EYEBROW SCAR! And her sense if humor) (veronica?) (unchain my child please)

• Oooo message operator! (TOMMY!) (Slavers 🤔)

• Joel planning a trip already is genius (wtf you doing drinking and doing pills?!)

• The watch 🥲

• Those walls are THIN or that baby is LOUD

• Marleneeeeeee

• I love all the yellow wires, ik in the game it was an obvious way to show you where to go, but u like that its been added to the show

• Oh damn, rip unnamed firefly Marlene talked too, you're dying in the capital (kim) (ope her ear)

• Tell me to look for the light and ill break your jaw 🥰🥰🥰

• Ellie getting water on her face lmao

• The knife 🥺

• Atleast the wrapped the handcuff so it wouldn't hurt her

• Don't talk about Riley bitch, I will fight you

• I like all the water dripping, good touch

• Joel talking construction 🥰🥰🥰

• Ok but that wallpaper in the hallway with the dead Robert, I want

• Well ellie you tried, but Joel is better

• Ellie is in fact feral, love her

• Give ellie her knife dammit (yes ellie I agree that was an asshole move)

• Ope don't mention Tommy

• What are they capable of?- alot ellie, alot

• You all talk it out but please remember I am bleeding out 😭😭😭

• God I love my husband

• Ellies shoes squishing 🤢

• Bill and Frank 🥺

• Your watch us broken 🥲

• Ok but why is all the wallpaper cute in this episode?!

• Ellie figuring out the radio code shes so smart i love her

• That door (or whatever you wanna call it) was hidden perfectly omg

• Worst time to take a piss (hahahahaha honestly fuck that guy)

• Pedro's eyes 😩 (oh fuck wait hes fucking that guy upppp)

• PTSD!!!

• THE RADIOOOOOOOOO

• THE RADIO AS IT PANS OVER THE CITY AND WE HEAR INFECTED?!? so good

• The trailer!

• The city landscapes 😩😩😩

• Frank!!!!

• There's no halfway with this, we finish what we started *indistinct screeching*

If you read all this PLEASE send me Joel thoughts, I wanna talk about my husband! Also if you want me to explain any of these ASK MEEEE!! Also, Also, I'll be doing this for every episode so if wanna be tagged in these just if be down 👉👈