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Thoughts on Ron  👓

Tattoos

Much like the man who played him in Legend, Ronnie has an extensive tattoo collection to his name. They’re something of a chronical - precious moments, people and pets immortalised, names, symbols, dates, all recorded either symbolically or otherwise across his back, flanks, chest, shoulders and arms. Among them are included permutations of the following.

A homage to Claude, his canine soulmate. 

It would be something like this most likely and would live on Ron’s right shoulder.

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London’s skyline, stylised, would be another definite inclusion, and would circle
Ron’s bicep below prowling Claude:

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And near this: 

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A homage to Ron’s past as a boxer at Repton boxing club.

Next, a nod to his mother and their Romani heritage through her: 

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Around the wheel’s spokes, delicate purple violets would be woven. It would most likely live on the left side of his chest, up near his shoulder where the coloured edges of the next offering reach.

This mark, likewise familial, would memorialise his beloved aunty Rose.  

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This piece would likely live on his left shoulder/bicep. Note the timepiece - on Ron’s skin, there’d be no hands in it; endless time with his favourite relation bar his mum symbolised by their pointed absence.

Then, below this loving memorial, on the inside of his left forearm and wrapping round it, a mark of patriotism and remembrance for those who died in the Great War, and of the sacrifices made by so many in all those conflicts that followed:

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The outside of his left forearm, touched by and blended into the greys and blacks and
reds on its inner surface, would be home to a rendering of the following London scene:

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A homage to Ron’s love of Churchill, and all that man did for the country of his birth.

Other inclusions depend on what’s happened in Ron’s story/which verse he’s living in of a given moment. Where he has children for example their names and dates of birth are inked one below the other over his ribs on his left side. Where he’s come to adore a woman he associates with Honu, one will appear in time on his chest. That one looks like this:

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Penned with grateful thanks to @brooklynislandgirl​ and @hislittledxll​ 

08 04 2025 • 10 notes
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#//with loving gratitude to -> #brooklynislandgirl #and -> #hislittledxll #//just a little reblog because *important*

@big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo (from here)

Closeness like that he and Tony shared now - the touch of brows, the mixed breath, the murmured words - would’ve sent Ron right out his skin had it been moved in on too quickly, or chanced at all by anyone else besides this dear man whose weight Ron held in his hands as he perched comfortably atop him. For anyone else his brain would’ve rebelled blink-fast; would’ve made outta nothing the sensation of being invaded and made as well, to combat that feeling, the need to escape and rid himself of it how ever he could mandatory. But this new closeness hadn’t come on sudden, and Tony–

Ron could never truthfully say his scattier bits wouldn’t ever snarl in Tony’s direction. They snarled at most everyone, family, friends, neighbours, patrons, at some point. It was the nature of the condition he had. By name it was contradictory, inconsistent, schizophrenic…but today, now, as Tony touched their brows together just a breath before he kissed him, not even a seed of rebellion was sown in Ron’s mind by parties most unwelcome. It was instead - beyond the faintest static pop as touch translated to sound as well as sensation - all scent and warmth and the gentle press of brow to brow before heads tilted and lips brushed; Ron’s pliant and slightly parted by how he’d smiled that moment before.

He’d have nipped Tony right back had the other man not spoken into the air between them as they parted, the sentiment enough of a surprise that it showed in how Ron’s brows quirked up and his head tilted. A feeling he wasn’t much used to - bashfulness - rose up in him unbidden. It made him want to duck his head and look away, but he didn’t. He fixed on Tony’s expression instead, on the hunt for even the implication of a fib or a half-truth. But he found nothing; just an earnest, warm regard that, once he’d clocked it was genuine, Ron let himself mirror - his dark eyes affectionate and lips faintly smiling as he tipped his head and stroked the tip of his nose against Tony’s. When he spoke-

“–I’ll try f'yah”

-his voice was quiet, respectful of how close they were. “S'an old reflex, bu’ I’ll try.” A wisp of cheekiness then, “..Look aht-”, and Ron leant in, pressing a second kiss to Tony’s lips. Like the first it was a soft affection, Ron’s open hands stroking up Tony’s back as he lingered. And like the first, when it ended came a gentle nip - though for Tony’s lip this time; a jack-the-lad grin coming on as Ron gazed at him. “–Gottcha” he snickered, the word’s tone playful and tender both. Then, affection won out completely. “I’ve gottcha” he repeated, holding Tony just that little bit tighter; his feelings for and protectiveness of him implied both in his words and through his touch.

07 04 2025 • 2 notes
#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #NYC!verse #<- with Tony
big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo asked:
"
  • [ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.
"

𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜

Coltrane’s greatest hits had eased into Benny Goodman’s finest as an evening of wine and enchanting company was had by Tony and Ron. Heston and Keaton had long since settled, unbothered by their dad’s visitor since they’d seen and had the chance to suss him out across a couple of months now, minimum. The Old Spice scent of him they’d long since learned, likewise the sound of his dirty, snigger-rasp of a laugh when something Tony quipped amused Ron enough that he had to set his wine glass down before he dropped it. Mirth wracked him for a couple seconds, had his hands come up to shield his mouth and stifle the sound of his laughter; one which Ron, since he’d got poorly donkey’s-years-back now, had never come to like as much as what it’d been like prior.

This effort though was as short-lived as his vaguely morose aside.

No sooner had he focussed on Tony again, amusement still tugging at his lips wonkily, than the man’s weight was shifting over him; accommodated by Ron’s at first startled but quickly accepting and encouraging hands. The touch rested on the backs of Tony’s thighs, strong fingers curled enough to cup and then stroke, as he straddled Ron’s legs, from just above the backs of Tony’s knees all the way up over his rear. Ron’s hands stilled there as he looked up into Tony’s face, curiosity wisping through a heady mix of pleased surprise and desire that was held in check only by how new this kind of closeness was between them. A flirtatiously wolfish grin flashed teeth as Ron parted his thighs slightly, flexing his hips both for comfort’s sake and to return Tony’s boldness as best he could beyond how he held him. Words then, purred up at him from Ron’s chest-

“–Sit, won'tcha”

-that accompanied the guiding request of a press forward and down where he touched him; one wide hand on his rear and the other, a lick lower now, on the back of his thigh.

06 04 2025 • 2 notes
#NYC!verse #big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo
@calirph

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𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.

69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:

  • "You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."
  • "You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."
  • "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."
  • "Your lips look... distracting."
  • "Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"
  • "How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"
  • "Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."
  • "It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."
  • "I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."
  • "You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"
  • "I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."
  • "There's something about the way you say my name..."
  • "I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."
  • "Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"
  • "I love the way your skin feels against mine."
  • "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."
  • "You're making it very hard to behave."
  • "How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"
  • "I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."
  • "You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"
  • "You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."
  • "Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
  • "I love the way you blush when I get close."
  • "Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"
  • "There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."
  • "You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."
  • "Your body tells me everything your words don't."
  • "I dare you to come just a little bit closer."
  • "You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."
  • "What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"
  • "Let me show you just how good this could be."
  • "I've been waiting all night to get you alone."
  • "The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."
  • "You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."
  • "You know where this is headed, right?"
  • "I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."
  • "Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."
  • "What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"
  • "I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."
  • "You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."
  • "If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."
  • "Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."
  • "It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."
  • "I want to hear you say you want me."
  • "Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."
  • "You know, I love the way you taste."
  • "Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."
  • "I can feel how much you want this."
  • "What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"
  • "Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"
  • "The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."
  • "We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."
  • "You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."
  • "I want to hear you moan my name."
  • "Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."
  • "If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."
  • "I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."
  • "Tell me you want this as much as I do."
  • "I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."
  • "We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"
  • "I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."
  • "You're making it very hard to resist you."
  • "Do you like the way I make you feel?"
  • "All I can think about is what comes next."
  • "I want to feel every inch of you."
  • "You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."
  • "I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."
  • "I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."
  • "If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."

50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:

  • Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.
  • Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.
  • Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.
  • Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.
  • Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.
  • Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.
  • Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.
  • Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.
  • Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.
  • Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.
  • Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.
  • Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.
  • Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.
  • Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.
  • Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.
  • Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.
  • Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.
  • Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.
  • Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.
  • Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.
  • Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.
  • Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.
  • Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.
  • Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.
  • Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.
  • Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.
  • Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.
  • Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.
  • Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.
  • Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.
  • Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.
  • Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.
  • Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.
  • Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.
  • Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.
  • Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.
  • Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.
  • Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.
  • Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.
  • Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.
  • Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.
  • Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.
  • Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.
  • Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.
  • Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.
  • Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
  • Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.
  • Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.
  • Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.
  • Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.
06 04 2025 • 1,366 notes
Source: @calirph
#memes!
@metalprompts

*      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

personally ,   i’m  tired  of  the  secondhand  embarrassment.   so  here’s  a  random  assortment  of  nsfw  actions  and  dialogue  prompts  that  don’t  feel  too  over  the  top.   (  don’t  forget  to  add  [ reverse ]  if  you’d  like  to  see  the  receiver  perform  the  action.  )

actions.

  • [ PULL ]:  sender  pulls  receivers  hair.
  • [ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey.
  • [ TRAIL ]:  sender  leaves  a  trail  of  kisses  down  receivers  stomach.
  • [ HIPS ]:  sender  pulls  receiver  in  closer  by  the  hips.
  • [ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees.
  • [ STRIPTEASE ]:  sender  teasingly  strips  their  clothes.
  • [ STRIP ]:  sender  undresses  receiver.
  • [ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh.
  • [ ORAL ]:  sender  goes  down  on  receiver.
  • [ PASSENGER ]:  sender  touches  receiver  while  sender  is  driving.
  • [ DRIVER ]:  sender  goes  down  on  /  touches  receiver  while  receiver  is  driving.
  • [ OVERSTIMULATED ]:  sender  repeatedly  making  receiver  orgasm.
  • [ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.
  • [ CAR ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  a  car.
  • [ CONTROL ]:  sender  is  riding  receiver  and  receiver  takes  control  by  guiding  their  hips.
  • [ SHY ]:  sender  covers  their  face  and  receiver  moves  their  hands  away.
  • [ EYES ]:  sender  makes  receiver  look  them  in  the  eyes.
  • [ BEG ]:  sender  begs  receiver  to  touch  /  fuck  them.
  • [ MORNING ]:  sender  wakes  receiver  up  with  sex.
  • [ STRADDLE ]:  sender  sits  in  receivers  lap  to  tease  them.
  • [ CAMERA ]:  sender  records  receiver.
  • [ RECORD ]:  sender  is  recorded  by  receiver.
  • [ MOUTH ]:  sender  puts  their  fingers  into  receivers  mouth.
  • [ LOVE ]:  sender  tells  receiver  they  love  them  during.
  • [ PUSH ]:  sender  pushes  receiver  onto  bed.

dialogue.

  • “ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “
  • “ i  want  to  spend  all  night  learning  every  sound  you  make. “
  • “ let  me  take  care  of  you. “
  • “ i’m  not  wearing  any  underwear  right  now. “
  • “ you’re  really  good  at  that. “
  • “ god,  you’re  so  wet  /  hard  …. “
  • “ i  think  about  you  when  i  touch  myself. “
  • “ tell  me  what  you  want. “
  • “ please  touch  /  fuck  me. “
  • “ i  love  teasing  you. “
  • “ touch  yourself  for  me. “
  • “ i  get  so  wet  /  hard  around  you. “
  • “ get  on  your  knees. “
  • “ you’re  such  a  tease. “
  • “ tell  me  you’re  mine. “
  • “ i’m  yours. “
  • “ i  want  you  to  cum  for  me. “
  • “ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “
  • “ i’ll  be  good,  i  promise. “
  • “ you’re  doing  so  good  for  me. “
  • “ you  feel  so  good. “
  • “ you  sound  so  pretty  when  you  moan. “
  • “ i  could  be  your  toy. “
  • “ fuck  me  like  you  love  me. “
  • “ i’m  gonna  cum- “
  • “ i  just  want  to  feel  something. “
  • “ i  wanna  be  on  top  this  time. “
06 04 2025 • 7,921 notes
Source: @metalprompts
#memes! #//Behind Closed Doors #//NSFW
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As our dash-darling Tabby-mun lamented, we’ve been terribly remiss about birthdays this year so far! Ever so sorry turtlemama! Please accept this as partial recompense. We love you both - mun and muse - and promise to be better attentive from now 🥰

04 04 2025 • 1 note
#brooklynislandgirl #//love snuggles and a hand made thingy for you darlings #//ever so sorry for the miss my loves #//and thank you Tabs' mun for existing and nudging my seive brain #//mun birthdays are excuses to love on muses too; fite me 🤭
@ronmanmob

Thoughts on Ron  👓

That Affect He Has (and part of how he copes with it)

The effect flat affect has on Ron's ability to express his emotions facially and vocally is quite profound. No matter where or when he's found in writing it'll be there, though time's passing - and access to better support and understanding of his condition in modern settings - lets him learn to cope with and combat (with varying degrees of success) the most visible and audible signs of the struggles he has emoting. He'd loathe sitting for speech therapy -- it's too vulnerable a thing, even in modern times, for him to stomach. But the one session he'd attend before jacking it in would yield an interesting suggestion that would stick.

"You like music, right Ron?"

"--Yeah."

"So sing along."

And he would. Invariably it'd be when he was alone - so that vulnerable bit weren't exposed, right? - but he'd work himself up from mouthing along to getting some voice along with it and while there'd be no revelation of intense vocal talent there...it'd help. For all he struggles with keeping track of his own tone and pitch, he can hear it in others when they're singing. And he can mimic. And he can learn through mimicry what the right notes sound and feel like as he picks up spits and spats of melody and purrs along low in his chest.

02 04 2025 • 6 notes
Source: @ronmanmob
#//no matter what he's learned and practiced; emoting will always tax Ron #//it's almost never not a conscious thing #//but it's also something - through time and need and effort - Ron learns to minimise to the best extent he can for the comfort of others #//which is why your darling muse may get - on a very good day - a beaming smile and effusive greetings #//he means every word and gesture; it's just...think of how it feels to smile through a dentist's anaesthetic #//how much effort that takes #//minus the numbness; that's something like the effort Ron expends with the face/voice doing #//and that's fine; he wants to do it if he's doing it #//if he didn't want to he wouldn't for dust #//it's just that bit'a extra mental work #tw: mental illness #cw: mental illness
@tabbyrp

Tabby first offered a small scritch atop the head. A gesture which seemed too delicate for a dignified gentleman like Topper. She moved to his chest, telegraphing the gesture, fingers landing in a more purposeful rub. She smiled at Ron’s comment about having earned the guard dog’s favour. It was an honour, and one Tabby knew not bestowed upon everyone.

“What do you think, wittle puppy boy? Do you want to go on a w-a-l-k with your Aunt Tabby?” The flicker of Topper’s pert ears implied he knew Tabby was using a baby voice on him, and it was not appreciated. Or perhaps he was not fooled by the facade. Canine senses catching how it was a mannerism she drew upon by rote, filling the space with cheer while processing actual feelings. Ron had tried to soften the suggestion and that was something Tabby appreciated. It was a fuzzy blanket over all the barbed edges that poked out of her now, scratching all the people who just wanted to help.

“Honestly? It would be nice. But then I play it out in my mind. Because what if someone... something happened.” She patted Topper’s shoulder with a sigh. The answer growing stilted as she sought words that mirrored Ron’s intent. Neither of them needed a vivid flashback of that day. Everything had to skim around it. Hint without excavating. “He’s a guard dog. He’d guard. Attack. And what if there was a weapon.” Anxiety had never been part of her psychological makeup. Now everything became a what if. “I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him.”

@ronmanmob

The anxious whirling of Tabby’s mind, possibility upon possibility tripping over each other without lived reality getting a look in, reminded Ron so keenly of his own paranoid turns that he had to catch a doubletake as he listened. Wracking empathy and the want to comfort his li'le darlin’ warred in him; the will to stay where he was, to let her speak and air her mind somewhere she felt properly safe to winning out by a hair’s breadth. He knew too well what being talked over when trying to express his thoughts was like to put Tabs through it. Instead, when she fell quiet and contemplative and her fingers stilled at Topper’s shoulder, Ron picked his moment.

“–Guardin’ is part'a ‘is job, yes” he agreed, keeping a weather eye on the dog as he gamely enjoyed the bit of fuss Tabby gave him. Of the job lot of his pack this brindle lad was the one most often given a wide berth by the pub staff when he was on shift. He was a working dog was Topper, intent and focused; on-task even now, as Tabs’ fingers lingered on his close-cropped pelt. It was in the dog’s dark eyes as he looked at her, as he listened, wide head tilting a fraction left, then right, then left again. He was reading the situation, reading her vocal tone, figuring things out as best he could as she spoke. And when Ron did-

“N I 'ear yah, darlin’-”

-he was leant an ear too.

“-I’s an 'azard 'ov 'is profession, th'possibility 'ov weapons. Bu’ likewise, th'possibility of weapons occurin’, of danger comin’ near yah, whittles dahn big style when yer in th’ comp'ny'a someone like Toppah. 'Ee’s more shield than sword; more defence than attack, 'n y'know why?”

Regarding the pair, Ron gave Tabs his best reassuring smile before fishing a milk-bone out the little paper bag of 'em he kept in his trouser pocket. Words then - “Toppah, come” - drew the leviathan keeping Tabby company to his master so quick they may as well have been magnets. Toe to paw Topper stood, waiting for his next instruction-

“Sit”

-which he followed-

“Up”

-as Ron gestured first downwards with a flat hand and then up to his shoulders where he caught the dog’s paws as he stood tall. A bit of shifting for comfort later, Topper was enjoying his milk-bone and Ron, exertion in his voice but joy as well, looked round the titanic darling towards his much smaller, more delicate one.

“Ee’s tha’ big” Ron chuffed, “even th'bravest ruffians’d 'av second f'orts 'n lemme tell yah, most ruffians ain’t brave at all.”

02 04 2025 • 6 notes
Source: @ronmanmob
#tabbyrp #NYC!verse #<- with Tabs

A starter for @big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo

Rare was the day that folk were let beyond the mask Ron wore in his day-to-day. The façade of being an affable publican wasn’t an untruth, granted, but its outward expression - the intricacies of tracking expressions; the energy spent forcing his voice to sound right; the tamping down on what, to Ron, were quite normal means and methods of exploring and experiencing his world but that to everyone else round him would look…off - taxed him beyond description if he was without reprieve.

This evening though…

This evening was just such a reprieve, and Tony, for the first time beyond a glance here and there after a long day with fumes for energy, was allowed in on it. Quiet music was playing as the dear man, at home in his apartment with his self-confessed scatty Brit, prepared them a light dinner while Ron, needing movement, contented himself with an amble through the room. He wasn’t on the hunt for anything, wasn’t paging through books he found or poking the vinyl collection. Like Tony had reached for chopsticks once upon a time to help him think, Ron moved through the space he was in to help himself unwind; to let his focus drift inward, let himself relax and just be without masking up to look neurotypically present and correct.

If Tony chanced a look round at him then he’d find Ron’s proverbial shop front - his expression, his eyes and his voice if he spoke at all - closed; relaxed but neutral, unaffected by even a monster win on the pools where your usually-brained person would light up ecstatic. To the unlettered, the unknowing, this could easily translate as disinterested at best, but it wasn’t that; wasn’t a negative. It spoke to Ron’s comfort with the man that he could allow him access to this side of himself; spoke to it just as much as Ron’s leisurely approach did as Tony worked his culinary magic in the kitchen.

He was curious, was the visiting Brit, of the alchemy being worked with chopping board and knife and veggies, and so came up on Tony’s left for a looksee. A low rumble was his only greeting beyond a gentle touch to the man’s elbow and then, two steps closer, Ron slipped an arm round Tony’s waist and touched his brow to his shoulder blade. There he remained for a couple of breaths-worth of rest and reorientation time and then, with a slight lean so he could see what was going on on the counter, Ron mustered up a question.

“–nick a bit?”

02 04 2025 • 3 notes
#big-d-little-i-big-n-little-ozzo #//Tony; this is Ron; Actual Ron - when he's not trying to 'be normal' for people; whatever that means #//he's completely fine; just unwinding after a long time having to keep his...not usual bits boxed for work/public doings :3 #//also he'd like to steal some of what Tony's preparing >w< #NYC!verse