#the peaky blinders hcs

[bouncydragon]

Tommy: I love you but what the fuck, Alfie?

#the link goes to the corresponding fic I wrote about this #please appreciate my stupid meme #it is my stupid hc that alfie cannot stand birds #idk why #peaky blinders #peaky blinders meme #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tommy x alfie #alfie x tommy #tofie #sholomons

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

HCs of Alfie with a younger wife? Like in her mid 20s 💕

Hello my darling!!! I’m sorry this took forever! But I am back!!! Please enjoy this little nugget. Also y’all HCs are so fun!!!! Maybe I should do more.

He wasn’t planning on marrying a younger woman. Let’s be honest he wasn’t planning on getting married PERIOD.

But then you blustered in…

You came in. Full of wisdom so far beyond your age. Full of confidence that came from the knowledge that you were the best you you could be. Full of light that he thought would flee from a man like him.

He immediately was drawn to you. Your soothing voice that brought down his rage, which so quickly could come full force against him when he got too brash and foolish, reminding him that there’s no need to destroy what was not yet broken.

Despite the incurable draw to you, he said he would stay away. Be respectful. Be a respectful old man.

You would have none of it. Because truthfully he wasn’t that old. He was just snippy and preferred his habits. He hadn’t been a young man ever since the war. Regardless what his birth certificate said.

In truth it didn’t take too much to get him to relent. He’s just a man in front of a beautifully infuriating woman. And after a screaming match ending with you laughing at his reddening ears and hoarse voice, he let himself finally say it, “Right then. Now only my woman gets to screech at me like you do. So I’ll see you tomorrow night? Take you to the pictures and maybe dinner?”

And soon enough he asked for your hand, rumors and shaking heads be damned. He needed you more than air, and for some reason you loved him just as much.

Alfie expected his life would change once you were moved into his home. Was only natural. But he didn’t expect to change THIS much.

Or that he would like it. That he would feel like a chasm he didn’t realize he had was finally sealed up and healed with the first morning he woke up to you next to him.

Younger yes. Unorganized you were not. And very quickly upon your arrival did you see the bachelor pad state and work your magic to rectify. To turn this dragon’s cave into an actual home. Curtains and windows finally opened to let in fresh air. Ledgers and letters were filed away. The garden in the back finally being tended to to indicate actual humans lived and loved on the premises.

Remember that Alfie has been a bachelor the majority of his life. Any pretty women which came into his life were quickly shoo’d away. So to say he was puzzled by your… womanly… tools?? Weapons??… was putting it lightly.

“My dove now what the fuck are these? They look like tiny dinner rolls.”

“They’re rollers Alfie! For my hair! Gives it the wave.”

“Right right hair wave rollers yes of course. Now what about these… powders and things?”

“My rouge and lipstick darling.”

He didn’t get it at all.

Though Alfie is partial to opera and the absolute classics, he adores the new music you bring home. His family in Boston adore you immensely and have taken to mailing you the newest records in America.

If you’re extra sweet, you can usually coax him to dance with you, spinning yourself around him in a tizzy. By the end of your evenings he’s drunk without even a single sip of rum.

He’s never been so happy. So care free. But there is this nagging feeling in his stomach. One that won’t go away. That maybe you’re not truly happy. That you’re secretly wishing to be back out with the young people. To go out dancing in pretty dresses instead of in the living room in your dressing gown. To be fawned over in illustrious restaurants instead of cooking dinner together most nights. Had he robbed you of your youth simply because he’s selfish?

He never tells you this. No being a man means keeping your feelings inside and not letting your woman see you less than perfectly confident. (His words not mine)

But you read him so easily. It’s easy when you love someone so completely. Especially if your lover gets the deepest scowl on his face when he’s troubled, staring deep into space.

When you finally coax him out of him, he merely grumbled like a shifting mountain, trying to brush it off.

But oh how he wished he told you sooner. You assure him that you never really enjoyed the clubs and high society outings. You much preferred to stay home with your friends and other loved ones. What could possibly be out there that could even come close to what you have in the house.

When you do manage to get out of the house, either to the cinema, walking Cyril, venturing out for dinner, or because you insisted that walking is good for him, he is fully aware of the stares.

Some are… disapproving. As much as they can be towards the King of Camden. But the ones he is most irritated by are the love sick stares of the young men who trail after you. Clearly covetous and stupid enough to be blind to the beast that walks close beside you.

He is shocked you don’t notice. When he brings it up to you, you merely laugh, “Why would I be noticing men staring? The only man I’m concerned with is you.”

That comment makes him smirk wickedly, grasping firmly to your waist as you laughed brightly, swatting his chest playfully when he growls in your ear.

For all your ferocity and fiery eyes, Alfie still dotes on you and frets over you. Little presents are common. He insists on you bundling at the slightest drop of temperature or precipitation. And begrudgingly “permits” you to attend to errands on your own (you and everyone else knows he would never forbid you unless it was truly dangerous. But he loves to rile you up and tease).

You’ll never want for anything being his bride. Nothing is off limits for you. Even if he does make a show of pulling out bank notes, groaning about how his bank account suffers. Even when he’s the one that insists on buying you new things.

He may be the older one, but you are some how so much more wiser and practical. Anchoring him to the present when the nightmares come. Secretly convening with his doctors to heal the deep aches and malaise. He insists you’re magic.

To some it’s unconventional. Your love doesn’t make sense. But to those who truly know, you’re a match made in heaven.

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #alfie solomons thoughts #Alfie Solomon’s hcs

[hetalvetia]

outfit swap with the asakiku

#im so tired that i can only really draw chibis rn lol #i want to draw my casual outfit hcs at one point though !! #peaky blinders kiku ?! #aph japan #aph england #asakiku #my art 👍

[prettypeppermint]

amazing grace.

for t. shelby a prelude to 'the gift of silence. (how sweet the sound)'

“My, what a dear sight: Thomas Shelby, Peaky Blinder and founder of Shelby Brothers Limited, fucking a whore on the same desk he signs business deals on.”

Your languid body, draped with the tender silks of your night slip, leaned against the door frame. The strong oak plowed against your supple shoulder and tugged at the pink lace pooling in your clavicle. A slim cigarette drooped like a petal from your rosy fingertips which rested near your naked thigh.

You watched, unamused, as Thomas repeatedly rutted into the thing, his eyes staring directly into yours. Despite the dimness of it all--of the sex-stained chamber and the way the dying lamps made the room appear dipped in oil--his sharp, diamond eyes still cut through the haze.

You took a quaint draw of your cigarette and fixed your gaze on the girl, tilting your head at the way she convulsed and thawed into the mahogany. You pushed yourself off the frame and let yourself in, crossing the threshold into sin.

Your bare feet made slow steps across the dry panels and stopped in front of her. You used your hand free of the cigarette to pet the crown of her head, smoothing down her jostled, earthy locks.

You shushed her softly, quietly, though it came from a dwelling deep within your heart. Your fingers tightened at her roots and pulled her head up so you could see her disheveled face. "You're a pretty one," you stated, observing the way her nose sloped perfectly into her cupid's bow. Her shaky, glossy eyes could barely keep your gaze as they kept rolling to the back of her head. Obscene moans and small cries escaped her bobbing throat.

You took another puff from your smoke. "I know you think you've caught a big fish, but really--Thomas Shelby isn't any less a minnow than every other man in this Godless city when it comes to pretty lasses like you." Your voice was befitting of the night--quiet and something of the tide.

You traced her tear-stained cheek with your thumb. "Do you know why you're here, bent over his work desk in the first place, love? It's because the last pretty thing that wandered into Mr. Shelby's trousers put all our heads on the line--right after her own, pretty little blonde one."

Immediately after the last sour-coated words left your lips, the girl burst into a million ecstacies, and Thomas gave her one last soundless pound before leaving her empty and hollow on the nippy wood.

You let go of her head and it dropped to the desk--as if she craved its cold companionship.

Your eyes found Thomas's.

"So this is who you are now? A whore fucker is no more than a whore, himself, y'know."

"Who I fuck"--he zipped up his knickers and took a swig of Irish whiskey left out from the morning on his desk--"concerns no one. Least of all you."

You slowly snubbed your cigarette out on his expensive, lacquered desk. "Don't get cute," you said, pulling out a couple extra shillings than girls like Lizzie are used to seeing after a long day. You stretched at her unbuttoned collar and pressed them into her bra. "On you go, love. Don't come back.” You said the last part mainly to yourself, but it didn't go unnoticed in the weight of the room. You loathed her life for her.

A minute sigh, heavy with something dire and secretive, escaped Thomas's nose as the lax girl collected her stray garments from off the floor and flitted out of the room. He never looked at her, though she seemed to burn for it.

Thomas leaned the small of his back against the edges of his desk, staring off at something distant in that vacant way he always does.

"It seems as though everybody in the city respects Thomas Shelby except yourself,” you said.

You never called him Tommy, and you never would. Nicknames are for kin and lovers, and he was just pristine, clean-cut Thomas.

He didn't respond. He didn't move save a subtle tensing of the muscle in his jaw. You made your way next to him, propping yourself up on the desk. Your legs dangled in the air as the hem of your slip rode up your thighs. He passed his whiskey glass over to you without sparing you even a glance, and you took a sizable swig.

Since it was evident he wouldn't be doing much of the talking, you started up.

"Men are weak. They get dumb in the head when anything with a cunt passes by. A primal urge--makes you animals." You looked at the wooden wall and imagined you were seeing the same thing he was as he stared right through it. A moment of silence--a hidden breath--hitched and made the room swell--the wood crack.

"I loved Grace, too. In my own way," you continued softly, matter-of-factly. You handed the glass back to him. He could tell you've had a little too much already. "I saw something in her that I had been chasing my entire life. It made me admire her."

"And what's that," his voice croaked, raspy from the silence that grew familiar to his throat's walls--like a tumor.

"She had love." Slowly, as if unfolding like a picture, you began to see the invisible landscape Thomas saw in the grain of the walls. "It made her strong. Gave her something to fight for, and then later something to lose."

This, Thomas realized, was the most you've confided to him in years. You looked so vulnerable, so lush in your unguarded, slightly slouched form. He saw glimpses of your Irish youth in your tired yet glistening eyes.

You were never a predictable woman.

A silence spanned and stretched at the air in the room. The more it did, the hotter you got.

"I've never had that, Thomas. And you should be grateful you did for at least a little while, because even if you fail at your multiple hands and end up rotting in the canal, you would have died a man who knew love. So stop slouching and moping and fucking sorry whores and get back on your feet."

He didn't like the way curses sounded coming from your mouth--from that pretty little voice. Your usual mellow demeanor had faltered for the first time in front of him.

You didn't wait for him to hand you the glass this time, as you swiped it out of his grasp and downed the last ounce of amber fire. "You're Thomas fucking Shelby. But right now you're just pathetic."

At this, his hand clasped around your slender neck, almost simultaneously with his lips as they crashed into yours. He repositioned himself between your legs so his knee could pry and tease at them. His callused hand was strong and warm as it crept from your throat to that sweet nook between the back of your neck and the bend of your jaw. His fingers cupped your cheek and raked through your freshly washed hair. Your slip had collected in a wrinkle of crests at your hips and you subconsciously waited for your exposed thighs to be seared with his radiating palms. But he stopped himself. He pulled away. And yet again, there was that vacant distance.

"Don't tell me about not knowing love. I loved Grace the way you've always loved me." His voice was so low you had to furrow your brows to make out every word--every syllable--so that you could ensure you weren't going crazy. "I see it. Every day. I fuckin' feel it every time you look at the back of my neck. You love me. And you're filthy for it."

For an impossible measure of time, you saw him for something he wasn't.

His thumb swiped past your chilled earlobe, bringing your forehead to his. "She sang these songs. And I heard in all of them your stories."

You wanted to shoot him. And kiss him. And kill him. Hell, you just wanted him.

"But I could never have you. No, not when you put on such a tough act with a face like that and make a mess of yourself and everything else--messes I needed to clean up and protect you from." With this, he gave your face a little shake with his hand still embedded in your locks.

It was impossibly gentle and genuine and moronic. It was simply just impossible.

His whiskey-licked breath stung with every lap he took at your salted wounds. You both stayed like this until the ticking of the clock became jilted and painful.

You looked into his wayward eyes one final time, swallowing a heavy sigh before slowly slipping off the table, past his burning body and out the door.

It was as good a goodbye as any.

All humans have ever needed was love, so why is it that when it's finally within the palms of our hands--no matter how much we cherish it, kindle its erratic flame, breathe life into it--it always seems to betray us?

x.

#x #prettypeppermint #thomas shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby ff #thomas shelby imagines #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x fem!reader #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby fic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #thomas shelby hcs #thomas shelby headcanons #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders ff #peaky fucking blinders #tommy shelby #cillian fic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders angst #fem!reader #angst

[blakeswritingimagines]

First date

Thomas: He will take you to a nice restaurant and feed you all night. In return, he will ask you about your family, childhood, and life plans. He would also like to know what really makes you smile. He will try to learn more about you and the world you live in so that he can understand you more.

Arthur: He would want to meet at a pub, where you get to know each other, if it's going well then maybe you'd continue the night by going to a restaurant, to a play or something like that.

John: He supposes a nice stroll down to a cool place for lunch or dinner. Then maybe afterward, a walk through the park or something. He likes spending time with the people that he dates so he likes to learn about you and get to know you better. In that way, you can see if you are compatible because of your personalities and goals in life.

Ada: Her first date idea is to go for ice cream, then you can take a walk in the park, and talk about movies and stuff. It's simple but fun! And it's a chance to get to know each other better.

Finn: Go on a picnic with you, he would even make delicious sandwiches and chat while you watch the sunset, or on cloudy days he'll go to the park with you and walk hand in hand and talk.

Polly: A nice cafe over a nice cup of tea, then walk through some gardens, then you could go for dinner somewhere nice and then you could go and see a play in the theatre.

Micheal: He'd take you to the racetracks and see the horses run and maybe gamble a little bit. Who doesn't like a little excitement?.

Isaiah: He'll pick you up from your place and go have coffee and some snacks. Later he'll go for a picnic with some champagne and watch the sunrise.

Bonnie: Taking a stroll near the river and taking a picnic with delicious food while talking and learning about each other and having fun is his go-to.

Alfie: He'd wanna keep it simple. So like a nice romantic dinner, a bit of a drink, and then go out for a nice walk. Maybe go and watch a bit of comedy if that’s your thing. Then end the night off with a bit of cuddling.

#thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #ada shelby x reader #finn shelby x reader #polly gray x reader #micheal gray x reader #isaiah jesus x reader #bonnie gold x reader #alfie solomons x reader #the peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders #peaky blinders hcs

[huntingingoodwill]

til' death do us part (t.s.)

masterlist

requested by: @runnning-outof-time (ilyily) + anons

prompts: menswear by the 1975 + "it scares me how fast i fell for you"

pairing: yan! tommy shelby x reader

The gravel lining the path of Tommy’s driveway crunched under his gleaming leather dress shoes as he made the long walk from Arrow House to the imposing wrought iron fence that guarded it. 

Puffing on his cigarette, he approached the car idling at the end of the road, the headlights illuminating him in their streams of light. 

“The money.” His gruff voice demanded as the lackey hopped out the driver’s seat, the young man shooting nervous glances at the men flanking Tommy. 

His quivering arm jutted out, thrusting a briefcase toward Tommy. 

Tommy nodded toward the case, prompting John to rifle through the bills neatly stacked within it. 

John’s brow furrowed. 

“Some’s missing.” He muttered. 

“Where’s the rest?” Tommy asked, his voice dangerously quiet, teetering on the line between complete calm and unbridled fury. 

The man recognised the menace in his tone, fumbling over his words as his cheeks heated up, heart thrumming in his chest. 

“Don’t look at me! I only brought what the boss gave me, I don’t know-” He blurted out, desperately trying to push the blame away from himself.

Tommy felt a presence hovering over his shoulders, eyes burning into the back of his head. He turned, looking up toward his bedroom window, the large glass panes looking over the expanse of his stately front lawn. A silhouette stood behind the glass, looking down at him. Just as quickly as he had turned around, the figure turned away, hips swaying as it sauntered further into the bedroom. 

“Fuck.” Tommy breathed. 

He inhaled sharply, a sense of crushing irritation pressing down on him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to alleviate the ache settling behind his eyelids. 

“Deal with him.” He ordered Arthur, leaving the lackey quaking before his formidable brothers as he turned around, marching back into his manor. 

The door swung open to his bedroom, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning around to greet him. You rested your chin against the palm of your hand, looking uninterestedly into your vanity mirror. 

“What’re you doing up here, eh?” He asked. “They’re asking after you down there.” He swung the bedroom door shut, the chatter of the party below muffled behind the hardwood. 

“I was just waiting for my dear husband.” You spat the words out like they were poison in your mouth. “But he was busy. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that a brute like you wouldn’t let up on the criminal activity, even on his wedding night.” You sighed, tone flat as if the subject bored you. You reached for your lipstick, daubing some of the colour on. “What was it, Tommy? Tobacco? Opium? Or something more exciting?” 

“You don’t need to know.” He retorted, voice clipped as he adjusted his tie. 

“Oh, but I would like to, Tommy.” You whipped around, finally looking at him. Your voice turned venomous with sarcasm. “After all, I love a good bit of gossip. It is so dull being held captive here in this awful house.” 

“Don’t use that phrase.” He sighed. 

“What, ‘held captive’? What would you prefer: forced to marry you? Coerced, maybe? What would you like to call it, Tommy, blackmailing my family, taking me away from them, trapping me in this damn house, trapping me in this damn marriage. Enlighten me on the vocabulary you want me to use.” 

He huffed, eyes travelling toward the door already, as if he had no time for this, as if your anger was nothing more than the result of a silly spat. “Get up. My family’s waiting downstairs. They all want to meet my new wife.” 

“I hope I end up like the first one.” You spat. 

“(Y/N).” 

“What, Tommy? I bet she couldn’t stand living with you too. At least she found a way out. And got a nice fucking portrait out of it too.” You snorted. 

He reached forward, wrenching you up from your chair. His fingers locked around your arm, digging into the flesh. A part of you expected him to rebuke you, to scold you for all the things you said to him, and you embraced it. You relished in making him angry, a little payback for all the things he had done to you. 

But, instead, knowing just how to push all your buttons, he refused to sate that desire you had to piss him off. 

Tenderly, disgustingly so, he reached up his hand toward your face. He ran his knuckles gently across your cheekbone, the coldness of his wedding band an ugly reminder. 

“You know why I did all this?” 

“To make me suffer?” You responded. 

He carried on, ignoring your words. 

“I did it for us. As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to have you. I could never let you go.” He sighed, stroking the line of your jaw, your throat bobbing as you swallowed thickly, blinking away tears of rage. “It scares me, how fast I fell for you.” He whispered. 

“Funny, isn’t it?” You rasped out, your voice low and quiet. His presence felt as though it was crushing you, closing in on you. “How you’re the one who’s scared. But that’s good.” You snarled, nodding resolutely. “You should be scared of me.” You growled. “You have me now, but not for much longer.” 

“I’ll always have you.” He retorted, nodding resolutely, eyebrows furrowing as if he was explaining a simple concept to an idiot. He jerked you toward him, locking his arm around yours as he opened the bedroom door, leading you back down toward your wedding reception. “Til’ death do us part.”

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby hcs #tommy shelby angst #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby blurbs #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fics #bbc peaky blinders

[peacexatxlast]

Hello hello! Welcome to Small Heath!

Who I write for:

The Peaky Blinders universe

Jackson Rippner

Cillian Murphy

Jonathan Crane

William Killick

Neil Lewis

Masterlist:

Thomas Shelby:

I’m here: angst, a bit of fluff and minor mentions of sex

For a Good Cause 🔞

Jackson Rippner:

Dating a Goth Gf would include~

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x wife!reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders imagine #jackson rippner #jackson rippner hc #jackson rippner x reader

[peakypolly]

🍹+ arthur bc he's my fav (don't judge me lol)

Random Headcanons | Arthur Shelby

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting❤️! No judgement here, Arthur's my favorite too so you've come to the right place☺️ I had so much fun coming up with these HC for our beloved Arthur! I hope you enjoy!

taglist: @shelbydelrey @raincoffeeandfandoms | If you want to be added to the taglist, just send me an ask and I'll add you!

Arthur loves to sing- especially when he’s been drinking

It’s mostly songs he used to sing in the war

When he’s sober he’s actually good, he’s got that rasp to his voice!

Arthur cares a lot about animals-  chickens are his favorite and I think overall he has a soft spot for birds

Modern! Arthur would have a parrot that he names “Patchy” and he thinks it’s hilarious to let Patchy out of his cage when theres guests over 

He doesnt tell anyone he’s letting the bird out he just does it

He also likes to say swear words infront of the parrot and hopes one day the parrot will imitate him 

One day Patchy does imitate him- Arthur comes home after a long day at work and sits on the couch, he begins to rant about his day:

Arthur: “Ah fuck Patchy, Tommy’s a bloody idiot”

Patchy: “ Aw fuck, Tommy’s an idiot”

He thinks its the funniest thing to ever happen- He keeps trying to record it to send in the family groupchat

Modern! Arthur also runs an instagram meme page with John

It’s really not that funny- it’s like early 2010 memes and the main demographic is like 35-60 year old men

They surprisingly have a lot of followers though, enough to get hate comments- the hate comments are Finn and Isiah on anonymus accounts, Esme eventually joins in too because John keeps showing her the memes before they post them and it’s a nightmare.

Arthur gets really mad about it, like he’s seething- at every family function he rants about the anon haters on his meme page. It’s really hard for Finn and Esme to hold back laughter

Arthur becomes obsessed with boxing after seeing Bonnie Gold fight

He's fought before in the ring and it does not go well as we all know- He starts to take a more passive role once he realized how out of hand he gets when he fights himself

He goes to every single fight he can- If theres two fights happening on his day off he will be at both of them in the front row cheering on his favorite fighter

#arthur shelby #Arthur Shelby hc #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders

[ssa-kitsune1310]

Lizzie pointing a camera at Tommy: There he is, my sweet husband.

Tommy, holding a cigarette and a whiskey: What-?

#chaotic couple in my hc #he's only sweet to his girls (lizzie&ruby) #peaky blinders #incorrect peaky blinders #incorrect peaky blinders quotes #tommy shelby #lizzie shelby #tommy x lizzie #lizzie x tommy

[gothofgotham]

rest in peace tommy shelby you would’ve loved megan thee stallion

#my thoughts #I’m saying this only because Tommy Shelby is a manwhore #shaking ass to thot shit smh #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #I have a ton of dumb hcs I create with my roommate over what would kill the Peaky blinders it’s ridiculously long

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Peaky Blinders Big Three

-The Shelby Family-

Note: Finn and Polly’s big three come from their canon birth dates. All others are my personal hcs.

Polly Gray - ♏️ Sun, ♍️ Moon, ♈️ Rising

Arthur Shelby Jr.- ♈️ Sun, ♓️ Moon, ♑️ Rising

Thomas Shelby - ♑️ Sun, ♏️ Moon, ♏️ Rising

John Shelby - ♉️ Sun, ♈️ Moon, ♊️ Rising

Ada Shelby - ♎️ Sun, ♒️ Moon, ♍️ Rising

Finn Shelby - ♒️ Sun, ♉️ Moon, ♏️ Rising

Michael Gray - ♒️ Sun, ♏️ Moon, ♍️ Rising

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #zodiac #Peaky blinders hcs #peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders zodiac #arthur Shelby #john Shelby #Ada Shelby

[the-acer-scientist]

do y’all think that Collins “The Butcher” Malevolent did his own top surgery with that piano wire

#acer rambles #malevolent shitpost #it’s one am I just woke up off my college sibling’s lap and I’m sleepyposting #said college sibling introduced me to the concept of ‘every character can be trans if you hc it’ and I’m using that power for Gender Evil #Collins voice. just. that brogue of his #it’s interacting strangely with my Hozier hyperfix #collins malevolent #I also hc him as looking very Peaky Blinders #but with Neon red natural hair hidden under that newsboy cap #pondering malevolent pod #this is not supposed to make sense to anyone #myself included

[webyspeaks]

Fun fact!: everytime a writer puts “he wears your clothes bc theyre super baggy on him” in their plus sized reader hcs 10 yers get cut off my life

#chubby #arthur shelby #fat #john shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #thomas shelby #hc

[grayisblogging]

characters i hc as autistic

#yes the entire belcher family #you know i'm right #arthur is prob the most important and real to me like it’s canon idc #hc #daredevil #lain #peaky blinders #star wars #the bad batch #tech bad batch #bob’s burgers #arthur shelby #mha #stranger things #charlie kelmeckis #perks of being a wallflower #will byers

[rosykims]

additional fun cillian fact ive been struggling with a voiceclaim for him for ages that isnt just. the canon m!hawke voice. and honestly ive decided to just lean into the indecision and make his accent fucking crazy like he's been hanging out w shady individuals his whole life in ferelden and antiva and it's only exacerabated with being a refuge in kirkwall's lowtown so like. especially late into his free marches life he picks up a lot of different accents from a lot of different communities. mostly it's a combo of ferelden and dwarven tho. a sure sign he hangs out way too much with varric <3

#oc: cillian #he also speaks antivan quite well tho again his accent is wack lol. i hc he spent a few years away from his fam (leandra 🧍‍♂️) in antiva #before malcolm died #mostly looking for any hint's of his birth mother's family but he might have fucked around w some of the lord's of fortune? #ik theyre revaini but. treasure is everywhere so <3 #i actually love this. him being a friendly neighbourhood hawke makes this even .... cuter idk. #for comparison elspeth's voice is a v strong northener accent. think any peaky blinder or asoiaf stark lol #and ashara's voice is similar to alix wilton reagan's (bc i love her sorry maia) but with a slight welsh lilt

[ethantalkstoomuch]

tommy has sensory issues and y'all have to pry that from my cold, crusty hands

#tommy shelby #hc #peaky blinders