#Did i Tell you Guys about The f/o Thing yet? Fictional other? Like your Significant other but Fictional? I Think that's a Bit more Normal +

[heroicleader2763]

ooc: okay: fairly quick guide to possible just kin to psychosis. I am not a professional. Please double check. From low to high chance.

I relate to this character but there is a LARGE gap between me and them

i think this character would act like me a few times

i think this character behaves a lot like me but most actions are different

I think that this character would do these exact actions a few times

This character would behave exactly like me a lot

This character would behave similar to me to a T

this character is me in some way. (Note. Red flags can start here but not necessarily)

This character behaves a certain way so I do too

I alter my behavior willingly to be closer to this character (and not out of a desire to be more of a certian trait or virtue)

I cannot control behaving more like a characher when presented with new information (red flags officially start here.)

I sincerely believe ( if the character is fictional) that this character is completely real

I believe I am this character factually in any way

I believe that anything that happens to this character happens to me( red flag nothing. This is red pool you dived so deep.)

I experience false memories of things that happen to the character i believe I am

I experience false memories of things that did not happen to this ( fictional) characher. Any attempts to tell me otherwise does not cause me to debate this as they are fake memories and I know this

I experience false memories. Attempts to tell me otherwise may or may not make me defensive . They feel like actual memories to me sometimes.

I am so attached to false memories that are so realistic that I get defensive at the notion of it all being fake.

I cannot tell what is a false memory and the notion of them being fake is preposterous to me

i sometimes sincerely believe I am this character and have to snap out of it to continue living normally

I regularly believe I am this character and can get into arguments about me being them

I cannot tell me and this character are two separate entities.

So... I think thats a good scale of that for me. Once again check it, okay?

-🌿

ooc: From "I cannot control behaving more like a characher when presented with new information" And up to The Second Last one, all Of these Hit So Close 6_6 i can Understand me And the Characters are Separate, But They're still Me in a Way. it's kind Of a Blur. I can Understand I'm Me, But I'm Also them. I wouldn't be if i Didn't feel That Connection. I'm also Them Because i Feel the Same things They've Been Through in Such a Personal Level it Strays from "i Relate with this" to something Bigger

It's mostly the "Memories" thing. I Know they Are "Fake", But how Exactly does that Work when i Have them in Such a Realistic Way? It's kind Of Paradoxical to Me, Though that Just might be Me Not understanding Abstract Concepts in General [It's the ASD by The Way]. And That brings Me to Another Question; I'm Pretty Terrible with, Imagining Stuff Deliberately. Im Pretty sure i Have Hypophantasia [Another thing i Have been Thinking about Non-stop ever Since i Talked with Other people about it And realized that Not being Able to Imagine things Clearly is Not Normal], i struggle With "coming Up With New stuff" or just Simply Trying to Perceive things with "The mind's eye" as I've seen it Be called Before. And Yet these Memories are So Real — At least Compared to the Real Ones

[og-danny-dorito]

A Few Tommy Shelby Headcanons

why did i decide to make this? good ass question cause idk myself

S F W:

- OK just to start it off, hes probably bisexual

- hear me out okay

- the dude has varied taste in women, obviously. the only distinct traits i could find between them all were short hair and formless figures. this doesn't necessarily mean that he's bisexual, but at the time there was a lot of social stigma around anything that wasn't heterosexual and so I'm fairly certain whatever attraction to men he has has been pushed down

- and pansexual is also very possible but i'd think that he'd get a little confused with gender fluidity or something like that and historically that sort of thing wasn't not all that prominent, especially in England in the 1930s where racism was still a normal thing

- what he probably does is that anytime he sees that a man is like relatively attractive his brain auto-corrects into harsh criticism and sudden scorn for the person for like no reason to cope with his gay feelings

- so you already know he's a stubborn baby man

- he doesn't admit a lot of things, like that he thinks you look nice or that he's happy to see you because his pride gets in the way a lot of the time

- the only time he really does admit anything outwardly is behind closed doors when you're both probably in bed and relaxed, not really thinking of anything. you'd probably hear him say something along the lines of “im a lucky man” or “dont leave me like the rest of them did”

- yeah, his self confidence is extremely low. of course he knows that he's a damn good businessman and a great leader, but he has doubts more often than not that cause him to loose sight of himself

- usually he drinks when this sort of thing happens because he can't help but feel ashamed to admit his feeling. it's a coping mechanism that he uses for pretty much everything, really

- he can't talk about himself very openly, so you'll either have to sit down and drink with him or urge him to speak about what's on his mind because that shit ain't healthy in more ways than one. (you personally can probably think of a million different solutions, those just seem like the most likely)

- speaking of which, he doesn't sleep much either. he can function on barely any sleep at all, but the issue is that before having to get into bed with someone he probably ends up falling asleep at his desk or on a couch or something. he's not sure how the blanket got there while he was sleeping, but he appreciates it regardless

- tommy probably enjoys someone who's confident in themselves or at least carries and air of being confident. people that he's pretty sure could stomp him into oblivion are hot, he can't help it. of course he also likes people who are the quiet type of scary as well. he can't ever figure out what's going on in their head, and it creates a sense of comfort in ignorance but unease in it as well

- i will elaborate on his secret masochism in my nsfw headcanons that i might make later (maybe idk yet)

- his favorite thing to do in his past time is read, honestly. it's a good way to detach from business and a good way to spend time with someone

- he probably likes historical fiction the most. maybe horror too, but he likes all things history. especially if they're about the Great War because honestly he wants to point out the flaws in some of the accounts he was part of

- if it's fine with you he'd rather just read and sleep all day or maybe bake something together if you've got enough time

- he gets frustrated with things that waste his time though so you'll have to probably do it on your own while he grumbles and watches

- if you were any sort of lgbtq+, he'd be that much more protective of you. same goes if you're a woman because in his mind woman=weaker. it's not necessarily true, but he feels an obligation to be protective of a woman. you're probably much stronger than him or at least seem like it, so not unless you tell him to stop treating you like a piece of glass he'll keep an arm around you at all times. a man he'd probably feel less protective of honestly just because he respects pride and dignity, but that doesn't mean he doesn't let up on the protection

- man or woman or anything like that, once you mean something to him you're going to have his boys’ eyes on you everywhere. it's a dangerous life he leads, and while he doesn't really want you to be involved in it to the point of keeping you in constant danger, it can't really be helped. expect to be kept under close inspection within his area and slightly closer inspection out of it

- is very hesitant to let you become a part of business affairs. even being at the meetings makes you a witness, therefore if one of the lower members snitches you might be in danger if your name is spilled. it's very unlikely he'll try to get you into business affairs unless you're trained and well-educated in that sort of thing

- this includes accounting, contract knowledge, and maybe even basic law knowledge amongst other things

- he may want you to come along for business events like parties or something, but if you're after grace there's close to no chance that he's introducing you as his significant other or bringing you at all. if you do come along though, he may introduce you as a whore. if you're a dude though you'll just be a friend coming along with him

- speaking of which, he has really bad PTSD. from the multiple things that's have happened to lead him to the present, it's not unlikely that he'll wake up with frequent nightmares and be triggered by things such as loud noises that are too sudden or someone screaming because they're in pain or something like that. and after the whole grace incident combined with john’s death he's probably even more of a mess

- this of course leads him to drinking quite often. it's no time unlikely for him to get intoxicated nearly every day of the week, and often times he doesn't say a word about it during and after. in fact, now that he has you around he's even more adamant to not talk about it. but he can't really help but talk once he feels safe doing so

- what if you leave him? would you have doubts because he's mentally damaged? what would happen if you did leave? these questions cause anxiety obviously

- but tommy has always paid attention to the little things. for instance, if you see him drunk and happen to sit next to him quietly while talking about something that has nothing to do with it, he'll definitely remember it the next day. the fact that it takes his mind off of whatever he's mourning about is something he really appreciates because he knows he wouldn't be able to do it himself

- he's never been one to have loose lips, but when he's intoxicated he may or may not just spill to you right there. you could be saying something like “- and then she knocked him the fuck out. It wasn't weird to watch cause she-” and he’ll just look you dead in the eye and say “I thought about France again today.”

- it's very likely you'll hear about his past lovers more than once and honestly Tommy is hesitant to talk about it. he may be insensitive sometimes but he's not an idiot, so he knows it may make you uncomfortable

- just listening to him makes all the difference to him. he hasn't felt like someone cared about what he's had to say without being a Shelby for a long time, and you just caring enough to sit and hear what he says means more than any big success in the business or good news from some merchant overseas

- he, in turn, is very good at listening. in fact, he's so good at it that all of that skill got drained from giving advice cause he's horrible at that. his way of handling things isn't great so when he tells you to shoot the guy at work who’s been bothering you in the hand as a “warning”  to the others, don't do it cause

- ok now for random headcanons that are not deep and depressing

- probably likes animals, but honestly if he had to keep one in the house he'd prefer a cat just because they're less strenuous and take less effort to handle. while he's not working he'd like one of them curled up in his lap and purring as he keep some one hand on the pen and the other on it’s head. he'd probably name the cat “Mitten” or “Button” ok let's all be honest with ourselves

- lowkey loves to wear your sweaters or something like that. he'll definitely deny any claims suggesting so, but you know damn we'll he still stealing your clothes whenever he can, feminine or masculine. honestly just having it feel like you're around him all the time by simply wearing your clothes makes him feel really comfortable, especially if you're bigger than him or wear clothes that are bigger than him. it makes him feel safe

- probably also likes it when you in turn wear his clothes. he won't say it out loud but he likes it when he notices that his shirt is missing only to see you groggily fixing yourself coffee/tee/literally anything else in it at like 8AM in the kitchen

- likes the color blue a lot, but red looks really nice on people in formal clothes. if you show up in a red dress or suit or whatever he's definitely going to be fucking you on the table later and that's just the facts

- he gets jealous very easily but never says anything about it. you can tell because he suddenly gets about 10x clingier and literally holds you close to him at all times to make a point. may also stare down anyone that looks in your general direction for good measure

- he gives his s/o flowers all the time, whether he's in person or not. he likes to pamper you to the point where you look like a monarch, but like alfie he fully understands if you're more simplistic and prefer to stay low-profile cause he does too

- guns are sexy and if you can use one or any other weapon that's hot and that's all i'm gonna say about that

- physical appearance doesn't matter to him all that much, but his favorite part of the human body is probably the hands. he likes to see hands that have been through some shit, like scars on them and maybe a little dirt or something from work

- he's always been fascinated by writers and people who can create something from nothing. in fact that sortof imagination is always something's he’s envied and wanted for himself, but he's not hopeless at it. he's very good at making up stories and detecting flaws in plot or logic in the storyline. so if you ever need someone to proof-read for something you missed he's the guy to go to. also he knows publishers all over so if you're having trouble he can hook you up with someone to get your stuff known

- kindof emotionally closed off but he can't help but want to talk when you're around. you're inviting in more ways than one, so he eventually ends up spilling no matter what's wrong

- once it's been established that you're close, the whole family may or may not watch you closely for several weeks trying to figure out whether you're good enough or not. arthur will most likely watch you from afar and give you death glares as a warning and john will defenitely flirt with you to see if you're going to cheat on his brother. finn is probably going to try to make friends with you, but aunt polly will interrogate you because that's what she does. ada will try to get the most information on you from everywhere she can and so and so forth until they finally decide that if tommy picked you you can't be all that bad

- they warm up to you quickly, to put it simply, but tommy will most likely have to shoo them off

- in conclusion, tommy shelby isn't an easy lover, but it's worth the struggle at the end of the day. it's been a while since he's felt someone cared about him, and regardless of the circumstance you bet your ass that once he's grown fond of you there's little to no getting out of it by that point. you're his lifeline, his world, and he plans to grow old with you or at least keep you next to him until he withers away and dies

[hopestallion]

Kink thing: a/b/o I'm a suckered for this *blush*

KINKSAME or KINKSHAME

Why not kick it off with Chimchim and a different take on the whole A/B/O thingy

HeatRating: F/SPair: Jimin x reader

You'dknown for a few days now. It was probably the span of yourrelationship. Knowing someone for so long, had you in tune with themat some point. Even with people spouting nonsense about a “magicalbond between mates”. There was just hard evidence of pheromones andhormones, crossed with knowledge. You knew someone well enough toread their little signs, picking them up without really looking forthem. While your body's biological reaction to theirs did the rest.So when you woke up a few days ago, with the scent of your “mate”in the air, you'd known. A big reluctance to the word “mate” wasevident in how you addressed him. Never speaking of him as your“mate” or “soulmate” or even “bondmate” you rather said“boyfriend” or “significant other”. Most of the time you justsaid his name and introduced him as such. If he wished to let peopleknow you were together he would. After all he could think and talklike any other person. That whole Alpha, Beta, Omega system didn'tsit well with you anyway. As if you were someone's property and theywere yours.

Whenyou'd known about his heat approaching – one of the few things youdid accept as what they were referred to – you'd taken days off.Your boss already knowing why. She was a smart woman, a businesswoman, but also a warm and soft human being. Even though shepreferred to call her significant other “mate”, she didn't judgeyou for the dislike of the word. She never chastised you, when yourefused to talk about your boyfriend. People believing they could askor say whatever they wanted. If it was between bonded Alphas. Likeyou wanted to tell them the most intimate part between you and him.Just to compare or to brag with it. More often than not customers hadwanted to talk to your boss about your behavior. But were met withreasonable response and a quick repartee from your boss. And youdidn't do bad at your job, you were great it. Aside from the meetingswith customers where you had to meet them, you were dandy.  

Youclosed your laptop and packed it into the bag. Making sure thateverything is turned off and your workstation is clean, you leave theroom. Locking it with the keycard the company had handed you yearsago. Almost bumping into your boss' boyfriend on your way down thehallway. He was holding a bag of what smelled like fried chicken.Another bag of drinks in his other hand. He smiled at you, when youbarely sidestepped him. “____-ssi” he smiled at you. The two ofyou were of the same age. Your status would have put you higher thanhim, but you'd made clear from the beginning that you didn't care.Still remembering his relieved smile at that. “Hyunsik-ssi... I'msorry... I was in a rush” you gave him a small smile back. Usuallynot the smiling – small talk person. “Ah, then I don't want tohold you off” he said it with a hint of amusement in his eyes. Thattold you, he didn't take it bad, that you didn't want to stick aroundfor a bit of conversation. Thanking him, the two of you parted.Hurrying to get to your car and make a quick stop at one of the stillopen 7eleven.

Thereis no surprise when the apartment looks empty, upon your entry. You'dthought you had at least one or two more days. But depending onstress levels and other influences heats could hit earlier or later.In this case earlier. It did not prompt you to hurry, rip yourclothes off and run to the bedroom. You simply walked to the kitchen,put away the things you'd bought. Except for painkillers, a bottle ofwater and a bag of croissants, which you kept in a plastic bag. Youthen proceeded to slip off your jacket and throw it over the couch.He would later scold you, about not using the coat rack in thehallway. Or having just left your shoes at the entrance. Keys howeverwere put in the small decorative plate at the hallways sideboard.You'd misplaced your keys too often, to chance it with disregardingthat safety plate. Picking up the plastic bag again, you walked overto the bed room. The closer you got, the clearer it was that theapartment wasn't empty. When door closed, the room was soundproof.Courtesy of his close friend Kim Seokjin who was an architect and hadconstructed the apartment building and apartments you were living in.But the door wasn't closed, just slightly opened. A silent invitationfor you to enter the room.

“I'mback” you said, though it was unnecessary. He'd probably smelledyou in the parking lot already. 'Slightly' exaggerated, human sensescouldn't reach that far. The plastic bag was left at the dressingtable. Taking off your earrings, you looked into the mirror. Placedperfectly to allow you to see him. On the bed, rutting against yourpillow. “I hate this project... I mean the idea is great and thefootage too! But all those extra wishes.... I am sure one of theVFX-guys is gonna hang himself...” he whined in response. You tookoff your bracelet next and your rings. There was no need to haveanything on you, that could hurt him. While heats weren't as extremeas many people depicted them in fiction and the News. It was stillbetter to be cautious. Another frustrated whine reached your ears.The pillow leaving a thump like noise behind, as it hit the floor.The blanket pushed to the end of the bed, just to have his naked bodyon display. Such a show off.

Yourhair tied at the nape of your neck, you reached back to unhook yournecklace. Checking in the mirror now for your own reflection. Everypiece on jewelry was taken off, you hadn't bothered with makeup andyour hair tied out of the way. What was left, was to take yourclothes off and join him. “Do you want me to take them off?” youturned your head over your shoulder, to look at him. His head waspropped up on the pillow, one arm thrown across his eyes. While theother was stretched down, hand curled around his erection. “Yeah...I... not really ...” he took a few shaky breaths. There was no needfor any more words, you knew he wasn't in the mood. Slipping out ofyour clothes and throwing them – like your coat before – on topof the next best furniture at hand. Your dressing table. He made anannoyed noise, at the sound of it slipping to the floor, taking somethings with it. Nothing seemed broken though, so you would botherlater in picking things up. Instead you walked over to the bed andpushed his hand away. “Foreplay?” you asked next. He shook hishead, waiting for you to get to it. Heats were so boring.

You'dbe lying if you said it left you untouched. That you didn't feelanything in the whole heat situation. You did feel arousal and youdid enjoy it. But sex was best, when both of you were clear headed.When one could enjoy every single touch, knowing the other is too.This was a chore for him at the moment. His body telling him heneeded it, pushing him to reproduce to keep his gene pool going. Whenthis would be over, he'd be able to explain it in full depth. Thebeautiful soft and kindhearted doctor, that was your boyfriend. Butat the moment, his hands were holding onto your hips. His fingersdigging into your skin, surely leaving bruises behind. His hipsmeeting yours over and over again, as he pounded into you. Breathymoans and groans leaving his lips. Of course accompanied by your own.A particular twisted thrust of his hips, had you pushed forward. Yourhand slamming next to his head on the mattress. As your body wasflung a little forward. He was still holding onto you, keeping youfrom leaving him any unnecessary millimeter.

Hismoan ended in a high pitch, which he would deny afterwards. Your ownorgasm yet to come. However it was alright with you. This wholesituation wasn't about you getting off and you did not blame him fornot right away thinking of it. While heats didn't turn Omegas intothose mindless sextoys people wrote about. They did tend to be a bitslower at the perceiving end. Just as that thought had formed, hishand snaked between your bodies and worked on your neglected clit.There wasn't much stimuli needed, after the pounding you'd gotten.Well aimed fingers and a few more seconds, before you toppled over.Your head resting on his chest, as your body twitched with the bitsof orgasm that he worked you through. Pulling out of you, once he wastoo sensitive and knew you were too. In a few minutes his heat wouldpump blood back into his member and pheromones would cloud his mind.But for now the two of you laid on top of one another. His cumleaking out and down your leg. Some of it dripping onto his legunderneath you. You'd wash up later.

“Theycould have solved it with some good SFX work...” his clean hand ranthrough your hair. “Right? I told them, the same....” you rolledyour eyes in remembrance of that conversation. Moving a little so youcould look at him, you saw him smile at you, his eyes almostvanishing into crescents. “Change positions?” he asked you, younodded. Pushing yourself off of him and let him slip from underneathyou. Once he was kneeling above you, your legs placed over each ofhis thick thighs, he leaned down to kiss you. “I love you...” hisfull lips came down to steal a kiss. “Love you too, Chimchim....”he smiled. You had a max of another minute or two, before he'd wantto go again. “My rut is in a week... just so you can ask Tae tochange shifts?” the angelic smile was exchanged for a cheeky smirk.“Already did” he bit down on his lower plush lip. Handsslithering down from your stomach to your thighs. With a quick andfluid motion – which you expected from him, damn that hobby dancer– he was back inside. A groan pressed into the flesh of yourbreast. Using that opportunity to kiss down and over your nipple.Till he reached the underside of your boob. His fingers pressing backinto your flesh, no doubt creating more bruises. His hips werethrusting into you with a rhythm, of someone chasing his prey or afresh drop of water in a desert. But the frown formed by his drawntogether brows, signaled that something was off.

Youdidn't need to ask what it was, could think already what it was. Nowthat his mind was a little more in heat, than it was before. Hadalready gotten a taste of their Alpha, his inner Omega was asking formore. Usually someone to hate labels like that, there was no denyinghim what he wanted in that situation. Once again reminding yourself,that this wasn't about you. This was about Jimin. Beautiful andcaring Jimin, who went with the weirdest requests you'd ever voicedin face of your own rut. You reached up with your hand and pulled athis hair. Just enough to yank his head back a little. Enough forcefor it to be called force, not enough to be borderline painful. “Doyou want to come ChimChim?” he was blushing to the roots of hiscurrently dyed silver hair. “Please...” he moaned. As if you wereholding him back from chasing his orgasm. It wasn't you. As much asit was his hormones playing tricks in his nervous system. Orsomething along those lines. He was the biology nerd, you were thecomputer nerd. (Who still refused to let Jeongguk know about thenewest version of Overwatch). “Please what?” you demanded. Yourhand pulling a little more on his hair, still not enough to hurt him.Just a little tighter than before. “Please Alpha....” you cringedinwardly. But kept up the little game his Omega needed. “Thencome....” he thrust a few more times into you, this timeremembering to pay attention to your own needs as well. Alwaysamazing you with his thoughtful actions. He came once more, youquickly following.

Hisbody coming to rest on top of you. He'd be mindful to not squash you,if he weren't tired and drained. In an hour or two he'd go again, butfor now he was sated. “'M sorry...” he murmured against yourneck, pressing a kiss to the skin. “It's fine... I don't mind”you kissed the top of his head. Hand running over the back of hishead, to his neck and back up. “I missed you... last week wascrazy” it was muffled from his lips against your skin. But youstill heard him. “You had a lot of shifts... at least you'regetting time off now...” he giggled at the double implication. Yourolled your eyes in response. “I rather spend it with our kind ofsex...” you couldn't agree more. “We'll have plenty of that... myrut is far shorter than your heat. And we always take a few days moreoff” it was a tiny secret between both of you. Just to ensure you'dhave some you time with ruts, heats and pushy friends. While work wasdemanding attention at various degrees. “Kookie still wants toknow...” you sighed. “He'd have better luck sucking my dick”Jimin made a small growling sound. “You don't have one”, yourturn now to chuckle. “Point made” he sat up to look at you. “Whatdo you think of Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung's proposal?” he asked.

Asecond or two passed between both of you in silence. Contemplatinghis question, you drew a blank. “I don't care much? I mean Joonieis a grand gestures kind of guy? He loves Jinnie... but he also lovesthe big and flashy... his fashion speaks for itself... Then againJinnie likes it big and beautiful as well...” you shrugged yourshoulders. “We could be naked in bed and it would be the best. Wecould be at the Eiffel tower, with a life band playing and it wouldbe the best. It's... you?” he looked at you. Not saying anythingbut just looking at you. “Like now... we're butt naked... you're inheat. We have this few minutes, or maybe an hour of clarity. We talkand... I never felt more connected to you than ever. Not because yourdick is inside of me” you sent him a knowing look, before he couldcomment. “It's because I know where we stand in the relationship.We know the good and the bad about one another... whatever comes wetake it and we work with it... We're a team, partners... lovers...We're the package deal to me” you shrugged your shoulders. Insteadof another reply he bent down. His hands holding onto your face andlips smashed against your own. His tongue demanding entrance. Despitethe clear roles nature has given each of you. Both of you just dowhat you want. He wants to kiss the air out of your lungs. You wanthim to hold you. Things are just that easy sometimes. When he lets goof you, your cheeks are flushed. His lips are kiss swollen and hischest is moving in deep breaths. Another moment of silence passes,then the words are out of his lips. “Marry me, _____” you chuckleat his words. But link your fingers with his and reply with a“Alright” he knows it's your way of saying yes. He knows, whenyou flip him over and begin to kiss his cheeks, his neck, his throatand down his chest. He knows.