Thomas Shelby X Male Reader Drabble Thingy Idk

I dont want to see his stupid face again

what if i end up falling for him even more

surgery to remove a large meningioma and radiation chemotherapy. The recovery time for this type of procedure is a minimum of two months. I am employed as a bartender and will have no income during the recovery period. Donations will go towards living expenses when I am unable to work. Your contributions will be greatly appreciated! Please donate whatever you can. MY GOAL IS: $1800 DONATIONS & REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED THANKS 👏

Hello. Unfortunately I'm unable to donate, but I hope your recovery goes smoothly. Make sure to get enough rest although im pretty sure your doctors have already told you that lol :]

yeah if youre a pedo politely fuck off, i dont want you anywhere near me or my blog/page whatever you call this.

that's the nicest I'll ever be to you.

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

Immortal souls ch1

CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is

The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.

The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.

"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."

Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.

"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"

Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.

The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y

Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.

You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.

"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"

Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.

"come on! we need to go!"

You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.

The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.

The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.

You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?

But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.

As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.

"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"

A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.

The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.

He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.

"god....I love it when you call me that"

And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.

You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.

bro no-one told me how much of a pain in the ass it is to make an ao3 account💀

i gotta wait until the 18th of January to get an invitation???

is it like some high class secret club or somethin? what happened to signing up normally?

is it bcz it's a non profit thing? idk I've never really done much on it other than to read without an account but then i keep losing everything I've read😔

ayyy its me!

i used this https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2212965

bro i think did sum wrong, why does everyone elses go together so well and mine looks so random??

also bonus thing i found lol:

Hi my friends! I am both interested about my moots and need a fun distraction in my life right now. That means a tag game>:3 MWAHHAHAH those who get tagged are invited to answer there questions below ⬇️ I’ll start!

Go to Pinterest and Search:

1. Color of your phone case + aesthetic

2. Fave animal + aesthetic

3. Name + core

4. Favorite movie + aesthetic

5. Name of favorite song + aesthetic

6. Your birth month + core

Tags!: @gunnrblze @lemonqii @bellspun @spicelold @milkteaarttime @imagoddamnonionmason

Thinkin about ghost....

Ghost who sleeps with his back pressed firmly against the wall because he's been shot in the back one too many times, leaving it unprotected while he sleeps feels like a death wish to him

Ghost who bundles up his blanket to cover his front. The last thought before he sleeps is 'i hope the blanket is thick enough to stop a knife at least.'

Ghost who sleeps facing the door and with the window in a few short steps at most. He watches the door until the very last second, until sleep overpowers his eyes and they fall shut.

Ghost...who when he shares the bed for the first time practically uses you as a shield since you insisted on sharing the blanket. So of course you are now the substitute for his blanket shield. perfectly reasonable.

Ghost who, one night, falls asleep with his back facing you, not pressed up against the wall though he's still facing the door because someone needs to keep both of you safe.

Ghost who would never admit that the feeling of you pressed against his back was a lot more pleasant than the hard, cold wall, maybe even comforting.

Ghost who now can fall asleep so easily next to you, belly exposed like animals do to show trust, because he knows when he wakes up the worst thing you've done to him is draw on him.

Ghost who feels safe enough to lower his guard while sleeping.

thanks for the tag :]

random lore: ive been bitten by a goose (i was trying to feed the bastard, greedy fucker)

i got a mole in my elbow crease and ive got three freckles on my chest like orions belt

do freckles that you've always had count as some form of birthmarks? like those dark circle/dots that never go away?

tags @xi1dius hello :] i dont knkw anyone else here

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

scream

i feel the urge to scream

not in the ooh lala 😉 way. i mean in a way where my scream sounds like someone has died, like the screeching wheels of a car crash. i need to scream so loudly that i wake up some unknown being.

i need to claw at my skin and fall to the floor on my knees, look up at the sky as if saying to god "this is your fault" as i scream. my voice cracking but at least this strange weight on my chest that makes me feel almost suffocating has finally left