#depictedmorada

its 1am consider this homies devil hour || @depictedmorada

"Is this some sort of kink ? You looooove it when you're being talked down to ? Is that it ?"

"I'd be wasting my time even bothering to talk to you. Perhaps go to your mutt William, since he's a fellow supe fucker. Maybe he'll even spit on your face and degrade you because that's what you deserve. You're nothing to Vought. Not one of us, not anymore at least. You chose your path to belong with those beneath you."

𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS LAB | MADDY && JEN

THEMATIC STUDIES OF friends to lovers, cut from the same cloth, seeing eye to eye, she's mean i'm meaner, you're bigger than the whole sky, female rage, found family, && more.

@depictedmorada || x

Bill knew that Maddy could tell every time he looked at her. He knew there was nothing subtle about it, especially when they were alone, but he couldn't help it. She had always been captivating with those big brown doe eyes that hid depths he was sure no one had reached yet. A beguiling smile on perfect lips that were as quick with a biting remark as they were with a kind one. The brunette was often the only thing on his mind.

That night as she pressed close to his side while walking home, he figured it was finally time to do something about it.

This had not stopped his brothers from sewing razor blades into the seams of their clothes, & he would be no brother at all were he to let them fight alone, so he'd quickly became known not for his frankly absurd wealth of knowledge or his ability to lecture a class for hours at a time with no material prepared beforehand, but for smoking in class, concealing his gun beneath his custom Valentino suits, & for having never passed a single student with an 'A' in his entire career as a college professor.

The effect that this kind of reputation would have had on any other academic is not to be seen in Thomas Shelby. In fact, it seems to do him some good, take off much of the pressure that often comes with standing before a crowd of twenty-somethings who think they will be the one to warm Tommy's icy heart, that they are so very different from everyone else on earth that surely Professor Shelby will fall to his knees in tears at the end of the semester and humbly award them an A+.

It's that notion that still brings a sort of smirk to his lips as he makes his way down the hall & into his classroom for the first day of the semester, passing by several students who are so awestruck at the appearance of a smile on his face that they immediately pull out their cell phones & begin to text their friends all about it. Tommy's smile widens at the knowledge that their friends will not believe them. Once he had entered academia, he wondered every single day what other profession could ever possibly satisfy his drive for control and cruelty better than higher education.

When he finally enters the room ( four & a half minutes late ) with a perfectly-shined leather briefcase & strong black coffee in hand, he wastes no time in setting both of them down on his desk, & pulling a cigarette from the pack in his breast pocket to light one. On the desk at the front of the room there is already a heavy ash tray that lays in waiting for his presence on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Then he takes a pair of rounded, horn-rimmed glasses from an expensive case in his briefcase & deftly puts them on. Then he produces a thin stack of papers, also from the briefcase, tapping the edges on the desk to organize them before setting them down & clicking the briefcase closed, setting it neatly beneath the desk.

The entire class watches silently as he, ten minutes into class time, begins to prepare to take attendance.

Finally, after what seems to be an amount of their time that has been deliberately wasted, Dr. Shelby rounds his desk to lean against it & face his new students. He does not look at them.

"If you skip my class, you will not pass. If you skip homework assignments, you will not pass. If you do not take notes during lectures, you will not pass," he pauses and sets aside the stack of documents, which is now clearly just a stack of blank printer paper with nothing printed on it. "I emailed everyone a copy of the syllabus yesterday & can reasonably assume that not a single one of you has even bothered to sign into your student account yet. So tomorrow, we will review it. Today, we will-"

Dr. Shelby stops suddenly, bright blue eyes having fallen upon a young woman in the front row of his class, dressed in something black, tight, & much to Tommy's chagrin, absolutely impossible to ignore ; not because she is so beautiful that he can hardly take his eyes off of her like some romance novel, but because he can ascertain with reasonable accuracy that she has dressed this way & placed herself in the front row for the sole purpose of attracting his attention.

Female students with the same intentions are a dime a dozen in Dr. Shelby's classes. To say he's used to it would be a vast understatement. One of them had tried to follow him home, once, and had immediately run off upon learning of his Romani heritage. The memory makes the corners of his lips twitch, & he clears his throat to avoid breaking into a sardonic grin.

He cocks his head at her, reaching up to remove his glasses & fold them neatly, fitting them into the front pocket of his Navy blue three-piece Georgio Armani suit.

"Today, we will hear from you, Ms... ? "

@depictedmorada

- purple balances the radical stimulation of red and the tranquility of blue. It represents royalty, signifies the mystic, and revitalizes creativity and symbolizes...freedom to MADELEINE MARIE PEREZ.

Madeleine is well loved & supported by Isabel aka Betty - she / her, 30+ years young. This blog is heavily headcanon based & not spoiler free.

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His infant daughter does not want him to put her down. Every time he goes to put Sam down, she starts screaming bloody murder. It's fine. That's fine. He's not pissed at her. Oh no, he would never hold anything against his child. She was wanting him to hold her and she wanted his attention. He is not his father who liked to blame him for any minor inconvenience that parenting brought on. He looks down at Sam, who's big brown eyes stare up at his. She smiles at him, doing one of those baby laughs that causes him to smile right back. A small, chubby hand reaches up to grab onto one of his bangs. He really needs to cut his hair again.

Who he is pissed off at his Christina, who has decided that Billy gets Sam this weekend when it's her turn. He didn't bother to fight with her. Sam was already in a mood when she brought her over. Though, he noticed her mood got better once Christina left. Which is interesting.