𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
& 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐒.

This creature kneeling dusted with
snow, its teeth grinding together,
sound of old stones at the bottom
of a river. Kill what you can't save,
what you can't eat throw out, what
you can't throw out bury, what you
can't bury give away, what you can't
give away you must carry with you,
it is always heavier than you thought.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

♜ ━━━━━ In the bleak midwinter, a little girl was born. Born in a snowstorm, she was, in the midst of a whiteout, so neither doctor nor midwife could find their front door. He was the first to hold her, just a bundle of wool blankets and tears. She'd blood on her, his daughter, and her bottom lip quivered out shrill little sounds that broke his heart. Woke up nearly all of Watery Lane with those lungs.

His daughter was a Shelby through and through, all one had to do was look. Nearly black hair and sharp features, freckles spattered 'cross her nose and cheeks to soften the contrast of her shocking blue eyes. She'd be the spitting image of her father if it weren't for her mother's golden skin.

The girl was pretty enough to eat, served out on a silver platter, a satisfying meal for someone hungry.

Born mere months before her father left for war, each a stranger to the other when he cast a shadow on the door of Number 6 Watery Lane. She'd not understood war. She'd not understood her father's devilment. She'd not understood his rise to power.

Her father's daughter — the sacrificial lamb; they thought her a near religious figure, her blood shed for the sake of family, for sake of the name 'Shelby'. Her father's enemies — the roaring lions; they thought her a feast to devour, but no one knew how to stomach her.

Del Shelby was prey amongst predators, and how innocent a lamb she was before they dragged her to the lion's den.

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟒.

"Do you remember Greta Jurossi? Her parents were Italian. They didn't approve of a Watery Lane Gypsy, but after she was with child, you won them over. With your charm. Sweetness. Greta died at the age of nineteen. Of consumption. And Kitty said you were at her bedside for three months. Every day, holding her hand. And after she died, you left your child and went away to war. Kitty said that the sweet boy who left never came back."

❝ NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘.
{ cillian murphy }

❝ ANY SHELBY DIES HERE TODAY,
YOU BURY US SIDE—BY—SIDE ❞

𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘.
{ amelia zadro }

&&
the peaky blinders cast as
their respective characters

timeline; excerpts of seasons 1 ━━ 6

warnings; violence, strong language,
mature themes, assault, mental health issues, etc.

inspired by; steven knight's peaky blinders and @RoseKShelby

soundtrack;

side a; for the lions.
' 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓
𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 '

· red right hand laura marling · bloody shirt bastille · it takes a lot to know a man damien rice · dogs of war blues saraceno · down boy yeah yeah yeahs · lost tommyandmary · all my tears ane brun · what he wrote laura marling · cherry tree the national · soldier fleurie · sail awolnation · grace karliene · dinner & diatribes hozier · the river blues saraceno ·

side b; for the lambs.
' 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 '

· no heaven, no hell antony genn + martin slattery · all the king's horses karmina · the end think up anger · which witch florence + the machine · when i was older billie eilish · i gave you all mumford & sons · river bishop briggs · here i am tommee profitt + brooke · trauma nf · devil devil milck · goodbye apparat + soap&skin · gypsy fleetwood mac · vacant echos · roslyn bon iver & st. vincent ·

❝ WE SHAKE HANDS WITH THE DEVILS,
AND WE WALK PAST THEM ❞

𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.