#hislittledxll

[ronmanmob]

Assumption: for Ron the word fuck can be a noun, pronoun, verb, adjective, adverb, preposition, conjunction,or interjection at any time, perhaps multiple of the above at any time in any conversation... and it amuses Moni greatly.

Assumptions Meme

What started as a raspy snigger soon grew into head back, shoulder shaking laughter that Ron, for once, didn't try and hide behind his hands. He was too at ease in Moni's company for that, and too tickled besides by what she'd said. "Too--" he tried once he had the breath together. Sat forward now, his right arm over his right knee and left hand braced on his left, he was still fighting the want to snicker as he answered her.

"Too fuckin' right."

And with that---

---man was solid gone.

#hislittledxll #//fankoo for sending this in darling x3

[reyjustrey]

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

bold what definitely applies to your muse; italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

tagged by : @sithroyal​

tagging : @brooklynislandgirl​, @hislittledxll​, @professoriisms​, @tarnishedhalo​ and whomever else wants to play!

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

#that's about me #thank you for tagging me -- #sithroyal

[tarnishedhalo]

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[tragicxbride]

*pats seat next to her* Come ‘ere, dear. Let your auntie Frances tell ya all about her bad decisions involving a Kray twin. 

#hislittledxll #{!:crack} #*side eyes mun* that's not crack #{ out of the r&r; FRANCES }

[ronmanmob]

I & M

NSFW Alphabet Meme

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Though Ron can easily come off as gruff and uncompromising to the uninitiated, and while that nature might lend to the idea he'd be a selfish, inconsiderate lover, this isn't so. He'd be the first to admit that in his younger days he wasn't on his best behaviour in that regard, but now? Maturity and the hefty empathetic kick a difficult life lived can give have turned his tides gentler. He'll dedicate all the time that's needed to learning his romantic partner's intimate preferences, and to teach them his, and is always happy to move at a less experienced person's pace if theirs tracks slower than his does.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

"--Depends wha' m'lookin' at, don't it" Ron said, lining up a shot at the billiards table. "On lads i's a good arse, good f'ighs, sharp cloves, confidence. Broad shoulders. A nipped in waist--" Cue to ball, chalk dust and a clatter. Ron hissed in a breath between his teeth as he straightened. "Whiskey lips, innit. Smokey. Gorgeous - firm skin neaf a fitted shirt. Wouldn't 'urt if I 'ad t'look up at 'im." Hiding how he wanted to linger on that image for a time with movement, Ron lined up his next shot. He was playing yellow this round. Chalk to cue - blue dust on his fingers.

"--Women..." A brief hiatus as he sought an angle that worked. Fucking reds were clustered, same as the brown and the blue. It'd make for awkward shooting, but he'd seen worse. He spoke as he pondered. "Silk f'skin, soft 'ands, slendah wrists 'n fingahs. Slendah waist, full 'ips 'n reah. F'ighs tha' shake when y'kiss 'em. Delicate scent t'er perfume, 'er skin. Alabastah 'n pearls. 'N past tha' lot---"

He leant, tapped the white towards the clustered reds and yellows, broke the deadlock round the brown and blue and the cue ball too. Not for the first time Ron wished it was still legal to smoke in pubs.

"No mattah th'gendah, lahd people trouble me - turn me right off. If y'can't speak 'n lissen yer fucked wiv me; if y'can't conversate. Confidence is gorgeous, like I say..." A slight nod followed a pause for thought. "Can't chaptah 'n verse everyfin', bu' tha's it nut-shelled."

#//Behind Closed Doors #hislittledxll #modern!verse #<- with Monica #//though this is true anytime any place

[reyjustrey]

MUN      VS.     MUSE        !

🤡—        FIVE  SIMILARITIES   .

Both resourceful because we have to be.

Both fiercely independent, do it ourselves kind of girls.

Both brunettes.

Both know what it’s like to have crushing expectations on us.

Will both work for food.

🤡—         FIVE  DIFFERENCES   

I have not a molecule of skill with mechanical things.

I can read and write well, where Rey struggles.

No one has ever written a story about me and made what is arguably a galaxy’s literal embodiment of Satan my direct ancestor *stares hard and hatefully at TROS* *discards canon* *hisses*

Food is not currency where I’m from (much as I’d do odd jobs for it).

I enjoy spicy food. Rey would kill it with fire if it wasn’t MADE OF IT.

tagged by: @sithroyal​

tagging: @brooklynislandgirl, @hislittledxll, @dark-side-disappointment, @darkxrey, @solo-dyad

#stuff and things about Mun #ooc #thank you so much for tagging me in this -- #sithroyal #*sends many internet snugs* #TROS spoilers #....I guess >.< *more hissing*

[xnoli-me-tangere]

“-----You know Ronnie Kray?”

#hislittledxll #{Here we go!}

[ronmanmob]

A + F.

Sinday Headcanon Meme

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Back before his brain threw him for a distinctly paranoid loop and made casual hookups at best Very Prickly Endeavours, Ron wasn't the most affectionate lover; not with said hookups at least. He wasn't horrendous to them by any means. No one was harmed in the making of a bit of fun, but it was just that - a bit of fun. He didn't love these people, so didn't treat them like he did. And there lies the difference between casual sleeping round, which post getting poorly he just can't force himself to chance, and sex with a romantic partner he cares for. In that situation Ron is a giving, thoughtful lover who takes pride in making sure his person knows they're both deeply loved and very much wanted. The form that that expression of love/wanting takes depends on the person.

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

Given Ron's transitory disinclination towards food as a whole, bringing it into the bedroom isn't something he'd consider off his own back. That said, he's got terrible worked up over licking honey off a lover's fingers before now so...anything's possible.

#hislittledxll #//fankoo for the question darling one <3

[ronmanmob]

❝  when your eyes are on me,  i feel like something worth seeing.  ❞

It's All About That Yearning

Ron froze where he knelt between his wife's knees in their little Portsmouth house's kitchen. There were tiles beneath him, but he didn't feel them pressing angry lines into his shin, his knee. He was riveted instead upon the half downcast, half exhausted woman sitting before him, her own gaze averted -- almost like what she'd said hurt to.

Molly'd visited today.

Molly'd visited and all Monica's good natured welcome and hospitality had been cut back to the quick by the cow. Ron hadn't witnessed what'd been said - would've hurled the wretched banshee out on her ear if he had done - but its effects were plain as day in how his darling sat, old pains scratched raw and bought up anew. Instinctively, he shifted forward and reached for her; strong hands but gentle ones taking hold of her hips as he looked at her.

"Monica my darlin'-" Ron said, his voice as gentle as he was able to make it. "Put y'ands on me, look 'ere." A soft squeeze of her hips and a press of his forearms to her thighs was all the nudging it took to get delicate hands to land upon tattooed skin, uncovered by sleeves rolled up neatly to Ron's elbows.

"Look'a me-" he prompted then, and ocean blues, all sapphires and shining light to him, returned from across the table to meet the black eyes gazing up at her. A testament to how wracked he was with worry for her, Ron's gaze didn't flinch or dip away for a second as he spoke.

"--Tha' woman puts you dahn b'cause there's nuffin'a werf in 'er. She lies. 'N lies. 'N lies 'n y'know 'ow I know tha'? Cos you're th'glue tha' 'olds me in shape my luv...This 'ole life we've got'd be nuffin' t'me wivaht you in it...Werf seein'?" Ron shifted another couple of inches closer, his arms coming up in hopes of coaxing his wife into his embrace.

"Everyfin good in my life tracks back t'you, Mon. I ain't th'one 'oo makes you wervy...makes you seen. If there's anyfin' abaht me tha' makes you shine brightah is a mirrah; s'yah own light shinin' back atcha, darlin'-"

#modern!verse #<- with Monica #hislittledxll

[ronmanmob]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

Smash Or Pass Meme

"Y'got one guess, beau'iful." A fractional pause prefaced a gesture towards himself; his hand turned on its wrist, fingers flexed in something of a come hither. "Get 'ere" Ron said, remembering manners as an afterthought. "Please."

#hislittledxll #modern!verse #&& #main!verse #<- with Monica

[ronmanmob]

@hislittledxll  poked the heart for a starter ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡  

If the hair spiking up along a cat’s back had a human equivalent, Ron became it the second he nudged Moni’s kitchen door open and found a near stranger to him sat at the counter working their way through a bowl of cereal. Shooting from relaxed to rigid in the space of a blink, Ron filled the doorway like some kind of sentinel - a hand on either side of the frame so as to block even the implication of an escape route off from the interloper. Only the ghost of a memory of having seen him before spared him from Ron’s kneejerk reach for massive violence. That, and the woman whose name the gangster then barked:

“MON!”

Scott, Ron remembered as he stared the now white as a sheet young fella down. This was Scott from Uni, but that didn’t matter. Ron never had shocked well and now, perhaps a week gone from a near disaster in the back seat of his brother’s car, was not at all an exception to that rule.

#hislittledxll #modern!verse #<- with Monica #ft. Scott from Uni #//fankoo for sending this in darling friend :3 #//pro-tip -- suddenly appearing in the private space of this specific PS having person is NOT CLEVER

[ronmanmob]

Would you rather have been present in the House of Commons for Winston's first speech as PM on the 13th of May, 1940 ( Blood toil tears and sweat) or his speech on June 4th, 1940 ( We Shall Never Surrender)? - Liv.

Would you Rather meme

Joy came up as a rumbling chuckle at his dear one's question. The ghost of her history module must be clinging to her, Ron reasoned; that or she'd missed his ramblings about the war while she'd been away at university. "--I fink" he began, the words part disappearing into the young woman's inky hair. He'd not let go of her since her last query, content instead to steal away all the cuddle time he could before dinner. "It'd 'av t'be June 4th, Nevah Surrendah."

Ron could've quivered at the thought of witnessing it live.

"It inspires so much'a me life. 'As done f'years 'n will f'th rest."

That speech was Ron's rallying cry when things got grim with his mental health, or with relationships in the wider family, or anything else besides. It bought him solace and peace and gave him strength to keep moving forward no matter the hardships. It could only ever be We Shall Never Surrender. The Great Man's speeches all lit him on fire, but that one was the promise of an end to an endless tunnel if only he could keep strong, like Britain had. It could've only been that one.

#hislittledxll #modern!verse #<- with Monica #ft. Olivia Kray #//fankoo for sending this in darling! #quietgrxce

[ronmanmob]

[ bath ] — sender draws a bath for receiver

Softer Shippy Prompts Meme

Though he'd never expected it off her, Ron would admit to himself, his Mrs and maybe, if they were lucky, the bedposts, that she - Monica - really had treating him after a night at work down to a fine art. It always began with getting home to breakfast cooking - the scents of his favourites, eggs, hash browns, thick bacon off the butcher, reawakening the one sense he could do without in his other career from time to time. Gun smoke and blood were rare these days but they happened still. Brekkies cooking helped Ron compartmentalise; made putting away what he'd had to do for his Manor's security the night prior easier. And that was only the start of it.

She never forced the issue, but Ron knew Moni well. She preferred he wash before bed after night work, and a good eight times out of ten he went along with the request -- always made, as it was, politely and while he was making his way through his bacon rashers. What she put in the water bar his soap was very minimal; maybe a little sea salt on days he had wounds on his knuckles, but that was the lot of it. This morning had been good though, no salt needed. So Ron lingered with the patience of the drowsy by the bathroom door, watched the steam start to rise off the water, watched her tend it; mix hot and cold water with a hand as she perched upon the tub's porcelain edge.

The devil in him wondered if she'd mind really if he nudged her in.

The rest though -- the rest was tired. So Ron ambled over instead, tucked an arm round Moni's waist and gave the back of her head a nuzzle-come-kiss. He'd lost the cog for chatter somewhere between eggs and hash browns, but this bit he could do.

#hislittledxll #modern!verse #<- with Monica #//fankoo for sending this in darling <3