#;; fankoo for the question!

[ronmanmob]

[MEDIC] character A stays to watch over character B in a moment of sickness or weakness.

A Moment More Meme

Perhaps it was how he was part hunched over the steaming mug of hot water and lemon that drew Cory to linger. Perhaps it was the rasp in his usually overly even voice, or how quickly and without the usual pleasantries he'd retreated to his usual table. Ron wasn't sure. All he knew was he felt like death warmed up and she, gosh bless her heart, was looking like she wanted to keep closer than might be clever given how this bout of seasonal cold-come-flu was doing him over like he owed it money. Tissue to nose, Ron blew then shuddered. Nothing doing. No change, no relief. The grief was with his sinuses, not the rest of his pipes. A grumble of discomfort struggled free.

"Don'tchu c'mere too close, please" he said, offering his lingering pal something of an explanation of the state he was in. "--Been cooped up f'days. 'Ad t'escape f'a bit t'day." Ron leaned back in his seat a bit, eyeing Cory tiredly. Never a day in his life would this kind of appearance be alright in London. Too much face to keep. Too many chancers looking to take out a Top Dog while he was ailing. But here? He was learning out of that pattern of thinking.

Claude the Mastiff, by his side even now, was protection enough.

"Can't take nuffin' for it 'cos'a me 'script-" His prescription, he meant. All kinds what kept his noggin steady might or might not get fussy about working right if he weren't careful, so instead of chancing that whole dumpster fire's worth of hell -- sufferment it was. "So i's 'oney 'n lemon 'n sleep f'me." A longsuffering cast came over Ron's expression. "F'kin' cold" he groused.

"Don't lemme getcha wiv it, alrigh' luv?"

[chrissytheqt]

I missed it by a little but I just hit over 50 followers fankoo so so much as celebration I’ll do a AMA for today only so ask any questions you have in the comments below and I’ll reply to them

[haematophiliac-a]

What made you decide to write such an amazing and complex butt munch of a character? Any inspirations?

// Well first, thanks for the compliment omg. As for deciding Jax…

     Little  story I guess.

     I have a thing for OCs. I make them all the time and have since I was eleven (2001) though very few stick. February last year I was like “Oh hey I want a scientist in Rocket!” as Rocket is my fav and I used to RP Shayan (Shayochism blog) and enjoyed playing a Rocket a lot. Anyway I drew Jax and then RIP I ditched him instantly. No history, no ideas, nothing. Just a drawing was all I had. Which happens a lot to me. I just love making new designs and stories. 

     Fast forwards to October that year and tldr every Wednesday I go out with my mum and her aunty and we do fun things like shopping etc. Anyway I saw an ambulance while in the car and I was suddenly liek WHAT IF I HAD A PARAMEDIC OC!? Then I remembered Jax and was like “OMG! He could like… Be a paramedic and scientist for Rocket as originally planned and work his ass off 24/7!” Aka combining two fav IRL things of mine - Science and medical stuff. Plus it would also mean Jax has a double life which seemed interesting.

     So I went home and redrew him (first ever post on my blog shows that image [here]) and was like “Oh I actually feel muse for this guy!”. So I just… started developing him on the spot. Of course his history was built up over the next few weeks and details added over time as more ideas came. I also had friends who aided keeping my muse up and spurred me on so the muse just stuck and next day I had a blog for him.

     He speaks formal because I used to role play on Warcraft and my character was an undead Blood elf (San’layn) who ended up in Alliance territory - they speak a whole different language - and so her ‘common’ (English) was very formal as she wasn’t too great at the language and I enjoyed speaking formal and learning new words as my RP developed on the game. I just applied that enjoyment of speaking formal to Jax. Little things like that stuck with me. Such as my San’layn being a blood fiend so did I move it to Jax lmao.  

     With characters I get heavily invested into I like everything to be pretty much flawless in their history. When creating my Warcraft characters I always apply ‘why’ to everything which helps develop a muse. So over time I gave him quirks, mannerisms, disorders, a full history and whatever else and was able to use the ‘why’ question to everything I wrote until it all fleshed out and the details were formed. Such as how disorder X affects him and where it came from. The only thing I don’t have are his parent’s histories written out though I have a basic idea in mind for them both.

     So all in all… I decided to write Jax because I love Rocket, I love RPing a Pokemon muse here aaaaand wanted a change from my old blog (RIP that blog now, Jax is my main!). Inspiration? That ambulance… And my old muse’s quirks. And little things here and there.

[ronmanmob]

Would you rather give up your phone or only wear Crocs for the rest of your life?

Would You Rather Meme

The affront to sartorial elegance the very notion of Crocs bought on was such that Ron physically recoiled from Tabs' question like it burned him. "Nah luv!" he splutter-laughed, shaking his head as he sat back and drew his forearm across his chest in something of a keep it back! gesture.

"Nah, I'd jus' nick some ovvah lad's phone wouldn't I! Can't be seen in them Croc fings, live or dead. Can't do it! They'd nevah match wiv th'rest'a me!"

[ronmanmob]

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting

Muse Headcanons Meme

Depending on whether he's copying off a reference picture or not, Ron's penmanship varies in legibility between somewhere close to passable and drunk-spider-tap-dancing-through-ink. Passable is usually WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS, and carries its fair share of spellers but, fair play to him, Ron left school as early as he legally could so he could work to help feed his family. Writing neatly and sans spelling mistakes didn't much figure into his life plans back then.

Below is a sampling of Real Ron's handwriting as a rough kinda guide.

Something like this, aye? Legibility would also vary depending on where in his med cycle the need to write found Ron. A clearer mind lends to neater penmanship; likewise the absence of side effects from his various medications - one of many being tremors.

[ronmanmob]

HI HI HI i had a quick question,,

so i recently got a hold of charlie's autobiography and i'm on chapter five. charlie was talking about the huge switcharoo reggie and ronnie pulled off when ron was in long grove and he was talking about how ron gave reggie "his glasses"... i was just wondering do you have any idea when ron got his glasses? i feel like it was likely between the time he'd been incarcerated for gbh... right? i dunno. i never see people actually say WHEN ... my guess is like his mid 20s? but idk. anyways THAT'S IT ... sorry for this super long ask ILYSM TY

Ahoy there fren!

Ronnie was in Long Grove around 1958 so sources say, and since he was born in 1933 he'd have been 24-ish then. 24-25. As you say, he definitely had them then and had begun wearing them regularly enough that they became part of his image. He did have them before that though, and likely picked his first pair up as soon as the wartime shortages eased up after World War II ended. Like most young lads though, he didn't fancy wearing them much then. Hence-

Young man without specs :3

Incidentally, and thinking of Reg getting hold of 'em-

THAT....is not Ron.

[ronmanmob]

Does Ron have any kinks?

Sinday Naughty Things

Y'see Nonny, Ron would claim before a judge he's not a kinky sort of person. He likes what he likes with who he likes and that's the length and breadth of it. He'd say he's tried all sorts, from threesomes- "Fuckin' 'ated it. Left b'fore it begun"

-to candle wax; especially rough sex to biting and being bitten and all things in between. And he'd say as well from that experience he's learned what he likes and doesn't like and none of the former strikes him as much beyond a possibly rich, vanilla-pod-laced version of vanilla sexual habits. The wax did nothing for him really. The biting was nice, but folk do that don't they. Rough sex is his preferred sort if he's gagging for it and his partner's willing, but that, again, is hardly...kinky.

At least not to Ron.

And if there's a couple'a things he'd only allow the most select few to do with him? Things that turn his innards to mush that's molten if he thinks on 'em; that can kick him into a daydream right easy if the mood's right and involve, but are not limited to, someone having his way with him? That concerns no one but who it'd involve.

[ronmanmob]

In no way meant to be offensive, but do you believe Ron is a prolific reader {and attempted poet} because he lacked a full formal school training? If not, where did his passion for reading come from? Does your version of him have a favourite genre?

Kindly Questions From Lovely Friends

No offence taken, lovely fren.

The easy bit first - Ron's favourite genre is history, especially the period surrounding World War 2 and double especially the works of Winston Churchill. Y'know how some people have comfort characters? Ron has a comfort era. A bad day is always made gentler by hearing Winston on the radio. He knows the man's speeches inside out and backwards, and the familiar rhythms and timbre of his voice through the speakers soothes Ron's occasionally very prickly brain.

As to the roots of his enjoyment -- part of it does come from that lack of an end-to-end schooling experience. He'd have left school - lets say at fifteen or so - with no qualifications and no desire to get any. His preoccupation, his need, was to work so he could earn and feed his family; help keep them housed. That said, Ron would've been able to read, write and would be numerate upon leaving school, despite dropping out early. He'd not be way up there compared to more academic brains, but he could make do. He had what he needed to start with at work, and the people who employed him - invariably local folk round his area at first - all knew him and his situation that well that any shortcomings would've been either ignored or seen to through on the job coaching.

And from there, things just grew.

Eager to earn as best he could, Ron did his best to patch the holes in his education his early leaving left. He didn't have time for catch up classes, so books - library books, money was too tight to buy new - the local paper, scrounged second hand off tube seats where he could, puzzle pages -- these became his materials. Habit and enjoyment (especially of the puzzles) took over and off he went.

By the time, say, darling Beth meets him you'd not guess by the content of his bookshelves that he kicked school into touch so young; that he didn't even graduate with grades. He'll devour most anything put in front of him if he's got the time, up to and including works like Homer's Odyssey, and has tells those best acquainted with him will know that indicate deep concentration on what he's got his hands on - a pencil in hand to make notes in the margins is one, and the other is how he'll murmur along quietly as he reads; either as verbal notes or verbatim passages.

The only implication of how his lack of formal education shaped him can be heard in those moments; found in how certain words are glancingly mispronounced because Ron, for lack of a teacher, taught himself the word phonetically.

[ronmanmob]

👀👀👀

Behaviour Headcanon Meme

👀 'Liking' someone

It's hands left within reach - not offered precisely but not pulled back and tucked away. It's bare forearms with his weight on them, left reachable across the bar-top. It's the backs of fingers touched to another's for the briefest moment which becomes a wide hand over a forearm which becomes that same hand, over time, rested to the small of another's back. It's dipping his head close when another speaks, so he can show he's listening as well as sneak in that bit closer...Ron doesn't forget personal space when he likes another person. Slowly, inexorably, he lets them into his.

👀'Big joy'

Blunted affect and the (needed) cocktail of medication Ron takes to manage his schizophrenia can make his responses to emotive subjects, happenings and moments somewhat limited. Left to stew he can work himself up, particularly into a simmering rage, but sudden things? Those are hard to process. There are times though - and Ron's not sure what brings them on - where the stars align, his medicinal regimen either works right or stops working enough to let him feel things to their fullest extent in real time and when those moments happen and joy finds him...Oh. The emotional catharsis is breathtaking.

A memory of his, one of his fondest in this vain, is of a rain storm.

It came in suddenly, found him on his New York establishment's roof terrace, and it was one of those days where the meds either worked right or stopped working and it felt for a hot second like the sky unzipped and God smiled down on him and the lead weights that schizophrenia lashed to his arms and legs and shoulders all fell off at once. He stood there in that downpour, his head back, tears streaming down his face as he laughed up at the sky; as he flung his arms open and twirled in a tight circle just the once; as the rain drops fell down upon him like they were cleansing him of everything he'd ever wanted cleansing of.

He didn't tell his doctor about it; about how God had smiled at him and unzipped the sky to convey...something to him. They'd drug him blind, he was certain of it. So he tucked it away, looked back at it when the weights round his shoulders and arms and legs got real heavy. And he hoped to feel that kind of joy - that kind of emotion that's too big for one person to contain - again one day.

👀 'Scritch-scritch'

This--

Not so much the jerk round; more the scratching at his hair/scalp...That's an effort at self-comfort through distraction when the world feels like its on the wonk. He might have heard or sensed something no one else can but that's real enough to him that he's looked round to try and find it and found nothing. That'd be a stressful thing in anyone's book -- more than deserving of that attempted calm-down-by-scritch.

Gentle with him, ever he's found like this.

Never will this sort of thing happen on a good day.

[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.

[ronmanmob]

Brave questions: "You ever have a time where someone almost killed you? Not the kind of feeling when the taxi driver is going too fast or driving like a dick. A proper, serious moment where you're not sure you're going to see tomorrow."

Brave Questions

It was glacial, the change in Ron's expression - from curious to impassive but without a trackable progression. Between blinks, the focus in his eyes shifted to somewhere in the middle distance of his mind so he could dredge for an answer. It didn't take long to find one, but he dredged and dredged again for another; one more palatable, less personal, less revealing but...despite the life he'd lived in London, despite being a literal Face with a capital F -- a Landahn Gangstah...There'd only been once. And it'd been before all that'd kicked off proper.

"Was a youf" Ron said at length, his attention fixing outwards again; resting somewhere between Tabby's eyes. "N as youfs do, I came aht'a club in th'wee 'ours'a th'mornin' on an 'igh -- joy, not chemical. It'd been a good night. Gloryin' in me own existence I turned a smile on everyone I saw, didn't mattah 'oo, 'n then I went on me way t'get 'ome. Left aht th'club, dahn th'road, left dahn an ally f'a shortcut t'th bus stop 'n--"

A slight pause, like something in the retelling hurt.

"I got followed." The words were chased out by a breath. "N this lad - one'a th'ones 'oo'd got a grin off me as I came aht th'club - kicked ten bells ahta me wiv 'is workman's boots b'cause a lad 'oo walked aht a gay club in Central London 'ad no business lookin' at 'im, much less smilin'..."

This next pause begat a gesture, fingers towards his chin.

"S'ow I got this'n--" Back Ron's head went by degrees enough to show off the curved, half inch thick scar on and under his chin. "Workman's boots...'And t'God Tabs, I f'ort 'ee was gonna kill us there, in tha' wet-floored alley. Bu' 'ee made a mistake tha' night, tha' lad." The publican-gangster's lips twitched into something of a sneer. "Ee didn't."

[ronmanmob]

The weird little dance he does in front of Reggie 😅

Scene/Quote Meme

"--Wha'? Ain't you nevah tried t'make someone y'care abaht laugh when they're lookin' rancid?"

[ronmanmob]

Does Ron daydream? We wonder what he might daydream about.

Questions, Questions, Questions

When the world's quiet round him and his mood hits somewhere close to whimsy, yes, Ron's been known to daydream. As a young lad it was usually about having things he didn't -- the newest toys or games or exotic foodstuff he saw at the market. Getting a bit older, teenage years, it'd be about things like having the cash to get a whole box of cigarettes for himself; not a crate's worth, his dreams weren't so lofty. Just your normal, single, palm-sized box that he'd not need to share with his brothers. It'd be about winning the pools, copping a fortune on the horses and sometimes, it'd be about a boy.

Adult years didn't change these topics overmuch, though it has to be said Ron daydreams less about material things once he's financially secure. More likely would be a meander through Battersea in his mind, lingering on that one dog he hopes'll pull through so he can adopt it. More likely would be gentle thoughts - or carnal ones, but more usually gentle ones - about a paramour, either actual or desired. More likely are memories, tiptoed through carefully so they don't irk his unwanted tenants into boiling, bile-laced commentary.

Never does violence touch these inner places.

That lives in part of Ron's outside life. Inside is peace.

[ronmanmob]

Anonymous confession: it’s genetically unfair that you have the lips you do. Some women get themselves injected with filler to achieve that kind of look.

Nonny Confessions

It took a full ten seconds elapsing for Ron to do much more than stare through the bespectacled New Face, some odd chimera of puzzlement and affront at war across his brow and round his eyes as he did. Of all the varied species of observations he'd been subject to over the years, none had quite gone where this one went. He had to wonder, as he ran this visiting person's numbers, if they knew who the fuck they were speaking to.

"--Take advisement" Ron counselled, a gesture stilling the guard seated to his right before he could take marching orders out his boss's protracted silence. "Y've got more control'a wha' comes ahta your gob than I 'av ovvah th'shape'a mine...I was you, I'd keep bettah watch'a it from now on."

[ronmanmob]

When you're caught up in *passions*, you like more music, silence, or some soft between?

Sinday Queries Unexpected as the query was when it wisped up from behind the Lancet's latest copy, it didn't reach Ron's ears unwelcome. There was implied within it the question of next time - when next we get caught up in passions would music be welcome or no? The way she broached it in that roundabout, not quite square on, still shy but curious way made smiling easy. Smiling and movement, for Ron was up and leaving behind his puzzle pages; an earbud and his phone in hand to show more than tell her what he liked. Beside and to the front of her in her comfy chair he knelt, bud offered as he poked his phone's screen into life.

"--Y'know voice-words c'n twist f'me" he said, explaining though she knew already how his brain, when it rebelled, liked to turn lyrics personal in the worst ways. "So i's gotta be sumfin' like..."

A click bought them a soft, jazzy ambiance.

"Li'dat."

[ronmanmob]

How're Ron and Ron-Mun coping in this heat? I, for one, cannot wait until it's storming, cold, and miserable again

Kindly Nonny Asks

Ahoy there fren! Mun is dealing as per usual - keeping out of it as much as possible 'til the Too Hot To Function In subsides. And Ron? He's much more a sun worshipper than I am. See?

"--DIY weavah, this, ain't it."