#[[ ronnie -- musing ]]

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Well. Idk what it is about this tablet but I'm finding myself glued to the drawing while forgetting to take breaks and I end up drawing more than intended for much longer than I ever did before. Which is nice but also very bad, I need to train myself in snapping myself out of it to have breaks or my vision, neck and back are gonna go to heck

Another simple design of another (less important?) character from Iris' and Buck's story, Ronald (AKA Ron AKA Ronnie but only called that by the two lol)

He was just a regular old pillpug in my head and then I saw zebra isopods and pointed hard at the images then drew him as one.

This is him during his day at the Force (bug equivalent of the police lol) and his detective getup. Extremely fascinated by the cases of theft done by Iris and Buck and very keen on catching them himself. Ridiculed by his coworkers since he's generally softhearted but determined and just.

The three have a fun dynamic. Think of Diamond Jack as an inspo?

[powderblueblood]

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS! sentence prompts from the greatest new years movie of all time, iykyk

who i write for - anyone in the tags

"I've dated enough narcissistically neurotic men to know that you are all just a pack of roving babies in search of a giant teat from which to suck the lifeblood out of me until I am a hollow shell."

"Did you know that cigarettes are a shield against meaningful interaction with people?"

"Throwing a party it's like... it's like an invitation for abuse. It's like the last desperate act of someone who hasn't had a lasting relationship since Junior High."

"So, how do you like your eggs done in the morning, scrambled or fertilized?"

"Those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor."

"Look, what happened between us last night is like this ongoing problem with me. It happens all the time: I meet someone, we go home together, but then the next day it's.."

" A woman falls in love with you and you think that's a curse?"

"What are you saying, that every woman you go home with falls in love with you or something?"

" I mean, there are some people who wait their entire lives for somebody to tell them they feel that way about them, and you, you just throw it away like it's nothing, like it's a minor inconvenience!"

"You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are."

"And who would possibly like me the way I am?"

"Look, just tell me one thing. I'm not a vain person. Was the sex any good at all?"

" Look, I'm just gonna go home and kill myself. You want to share a cab?"

"You think I'm a slut!"

"I don't think you're attracted to half the men you sleep with."

"I dare you. [name], I dare you to fuck me."

"I don't want to look desperate."

"Desperate? You could stand there naked with a mattress strapped to your back and still look like a vestal virgin."

[wolfys-blorbo-mansion]

Bruce Banner and Ronnie Banner (OC) Moodboard

Inspired by @kyber-infinitygems

[my-t4t-romance]

I like fun songs that you can really relate to, like Holy Diver or Rime of the Ancient Mariner

[selfmadesaviour]

oh i could write an essay about mac getting introduced to “god loves us as we are because why else would he have made us that way” and the way his eyes go wide and his smile grows and —

[goldpetriichor]

plastic boyfriends

[tartt9]

what if.... little tiny starter call in my low fantasy au....

[waugh-bao]

This was their happy ending.

Wasn’t it?

[littlequeenies]

October 2, 2011 - Lee Starkey; and Pattie Boyd and Ron Wood attend at the UK Premiere of 'George Harrison: Living In The Material World' at BFI Southbank.

[vxctorx]

@ronmanmob

"Margaret, our guest Mr. Kray informed me last night that he was to leave on an urgent matter. Have you seen to his rooms yet?" Such is how, whilst preparing himself with his morning cup of tea for another day of socialising with his guests, Lord Trevor diplomatically inquires whether Ronnie Kray has left his premises as they had agreed after their late night argument. "Yes, Sir, I tidied them early this morning." The maid in question answers, and the master of the manor murmurs his satisfied approval.

"Good morning, father! Have you seen Victor?" Annabelle chirps delightfully as she all but capers into her father's office.

The maid's glance flits from the young lady of the house back towards her master, and her mannerisms grow all the more hesitant with unease. "That's what I wanted to tell you, Sir. When I went to bring the young master his morning cup of tea, I noticed that he wasn't in his rooms, and his bed hadn't been slept in, which was highly unusual, and...when I looked around, I noticed that...his belongings were gone."

"What?" Lord Trevor all but sputters after a moment's shock, and Annabelle's smile begins to wane. "Father? Where is Victor?"

As seconds slip by in silence and a scenario of imminent doom is built within Lord Trevor's mind, the atmosphere of the room grows deadly. "I'll tell you where he is. He's at that blasted inn with his gangster." He finally seethes from between gritted teeth, and springs onto his feet in an ungovernable explosion of rage seldom displayed. "Thieves and scoundrels! Thieves and scoundrels!" His voice, which had hitherto never been raised, now reverberates through the hallways as he marches out of his office and down the grand stairway, leaving Annabelle in a stupified daze.

"Father? Father, what is going on?" She demands as she comes to her senses and begins to trail after the other in hurried steps. Lord Trevor calls for his driver to get his car ready in a sharp tone, before turning towards his daughter with an expression which she does not recognise upon his face; she had never known her father's normally restrained features were capable of being this animated. "You knew about this, didn't you? I know the two of you talk!"

"I don't know anything, I swear!" The young girl pleads as the other walks away from her once more, and it is in that chilling moment that she realises he is headed directly for the gun room.

Her panicked steps echo across the wooden floorboards as she all but runs towards her mother's rooms. "Mother, please do something! He's gone quite mad!" It is with this statement that she manages to convince Evelyn to go with her.

When she enters the gun room, her husband is busy loading a hunting rifle with somewhat wild motions. "Finally, there's the man I used to love." She dryly quips.

"You have just as much of a hand in this, you know." He readily retorts in a bitter voice that tastes of resentment.

"He is your son, too."

"Well, I wasn't the one to teach him the virtues of promiscuity."

"How dare you? I have half a mind to leave you here in your self-made misery." Her tiredly cold tone resembles one that would be best reserved for an impretinent child. "Let him go. So long as he is happy, what else matters?"

Seemingly done with preparing his weapon, Lord Trevor finally turns to face her. "Oh, yes! A great deal of happiness will a dishonourable life bring him!"

"Were we ever happy, Alastair? What has a respectable life gotten us?" Perhaps it is her oddly soothing voice amidst his maddened outburst, or the tang of sympathy in her jade-coloured eyes, which causes him to crumble. His shoulders grow limp with defeat, and as his gun-wielding arm is lowered, for the first time since he was a child, Alastair falls into tears.

"Oh, darling." Evelyn's bejeweled hands bring her husband into her estranged yet somehow still familiar embrace, and together they mourn.

[boundlss]

well. no matter.

[nvrcmplt]

Ryland Stuarts - aka :: Ronnie Lovell - Events Manager of Saffron's Host Club.

Wyatt Colts - aka : Troy Hughes - Door Security Staff for Saffron's Host Club.

@avaere's Host Club.

[wolfys-blorbo-mansion]

FAN ART!

@dangerousangerissue strikes again with a colored version of Ronnie! Thank you sooooo much!!!

[ronmanmob]

Sinday-worthy? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I’mma just leave this here. Y’don’t wanna get on the wrong end of him. Also traps.

[closedcoffins]

lamenting that 2 of my favorite muses to write are impossible not to godmod with

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @brvisedknees​

“i don’t wanna keep doing this.” octavia’s voice came out softly, her eyes avoiding ronnie’s desperately. she felt sick, sitting there on the front steps of the townhouse they’d both just walked out of. the night air was chilly, making the tip of her nose cold as she folded her arms, bent into herself. “i just feel like every time we figure it out and things are good... we’re always like this again. do you even want to be with me?”