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Dalmore 40 YO Single Malt Scotch Whisky
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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.
- 001, a convenience store past midnight.
- 002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.
- 003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.
- 004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.
- 005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.
- 006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.
- 007, on stage in an empty theatre.
- 008, inside an old abandoned house.
- 009, an empty cemetery at night.
- 010, the arrival hall at an airport.
- 011, the last train compartment that's not full.
- 012, the roulette table in a casino.
- 013, on the deck of a cruise ship.
- 014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.
- 015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.
- 016, on the dance floor during a wedding.
- 017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.
- 018, backstage during the middle of a concert.
- 019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.
- 020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.
- 021, a small, intimate family barbecue.
- 022, a gazebo while it's raining.
- 023, the back of an empty bus.
- 024, a hotel room with only one bed.
- 025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.
- 026, a bar just after closing.
- 027, an empty sports stadium.
- 028, lakeside while the sun is setting.
- 030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.
- 031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.
- 032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.
- 033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.
- 034, on kiss cam at a sports game.
- 035, at a table during a charity gala.
- 036, a masquerade ball.
- 037, a halloween party in a suburban house.
- 038, the beach in the late afternoon.
- 039, a dressing room after a big performance.
- 040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.
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Maurice (1987) //Source : Hawthorn&Cedarwood
Source: hawthorn-and-cedarwood
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Submit a gif or picture, and I'll give you a starter~
{{Just like it says~ I'll take anything and come up with a starter based on it~ So don't be shy!}}
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The Frankie Shop
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The bar gremlin is back. All big eyes and sly grins when things slow down enough to permit the barman a moment to chat away. She comes in enough to be considered a regular ~a vodka tonic or the occasional sea breeze~ and their circles overlap often with the people they share in common. She's mostly harmless, isn't she? Except the way she leans across the bar, something cherry-syrup sweet in her voice as she stage whispers in his direction. "So...how's ya firs' kiss wi' Baz, den?"
"Oh my darlin'-" Ron enthused, well-used to the visits of this specific bar gremlin; sweet and harmless despite how her questions sometimes veered into territory most private. Despite how this one most definitely had though, he turned from his work shining newly cleaned glasses and poured every ounce of charm and welcome into how he approached her - all open body language, smiling eyes and lips and the flash of teeth as he came near; leant his weight into the bar; made to confide--
"It was gorgeous--"
It was in the locker room of Baz's gym. They'd fallen into a routine after work, after training; Ron tending to Baz's wrists, hands and forearms; each joint salved with Tiger Balm; each tendon and muscle warmed, carefully stretched and massaged; wounds cleaned and dressed.
"--Soft-"
Not a word was spoke between them; between Ron and his aspiring champion. They didn't speak much by nature anyway - not either man. And they found in each other a kind of understanding that meant they didn't need to, to be understood. A look did it. A change in pressure where they touched - Ron sat as he was on a low stool between Baz's knees so he could best reach where he needed to reach.
"--Came natural-"
And it had. Come natural. It'd almost come natural more than once the last few days. Tiny moments spent gathering courage. Little testing leans in, little tilts of the head toward each other, little...chanced braveries that'd either been bottled or interrupted, but not this one. Not this time.
"--Took me breaf away-"
Not a superlative. After dancing round each other for as long as they had, feeling their way closer inch by inch, time by time-- When they found themselves alone at last, leant close as the work Ron was doing required, all it'd taken was a tilt of the head. Each of them had at once, though the synchronicityΒ was accidental. Perhaps a thought had come on that needed words to express right. Perhaps they'd wanted a better look at each other. Perhaps, perhaps...It didn't matter. That first tilt, they both pulled up short; noses brushing, a hushed-
-Sorry-
-escaping one of them, though which...It didn't matter. The other shook his head, then tilted it purposefully to turn that just-gone brush into a nuzzle. They both smiled in millimetres, listed closer as if drawn by gravity. Between them, another word-
-Please-
-and that tore it. Their lips met, and all Ron knew then beyond Bastian's taste was the ecstatic weight of want-come-relief-come-affection that settled right the way through him. It--
"--It was..."
Ron caught the words he might've said, closing his eyes a moment and shaking his head. When he focused on his bar gremlin again, his expression was soft with the affection he felt for the man he'd been talking about.
"--'Ee's...a fuckin' joy, luv. 'Onestly."
Anonymous asked:
"How's your first kiss with Teddy?"
"--It didn't jus' 'appen, yeah?"
Ron was lying already, affecting airs that implied he was retelling some grand escapade of his when really he was fibbing out his ass. It didn't look it though, if you only went smirk-deep. Ron gestured as he spoke, embellishing the horrifically tall tale as he told it.
"Knew I wanted 'im f'weeks b'fore-"
Now that bit was true.
"-so I caught 'im alone in th'workyard'a th'Tradah aftah 'ours. 'Ee smoked aht there offen, waitin' f'us t'close up. So I went aht there 'n I took th'fag aht 'is mouf-- Man looked at me all, whatcha doin' Ron?, 'n I took 'is 'ead in bowf me 'ands, cupped it, yeah? Like y'do wiv a lovah. 'N I kissed 'im full on th'lips once 'ee'd breaved aht 'is smoke."
All'a that too...That was true. But that weren't the first time Ron and Ted had kissed. The first-first, proper first, happened days before the high romance of this encounter. He'd been in his office in his pub, had Ron. Working through the day's take. In Ted had come like he always did, and he did precisely what he really shouldn't have - not that he knew the do's and don'ts with Ron's head at that point - and cupped it in both hands as he leant and kissed Ron full on the mouth.
Or at least he'd tried to.
Stunned stillness only lasted a second or two before Ron had yanked back with such force he clonked the back of his head off a low shelf. Hurled into a snarling rage by it all he'd had Ted out on his ear; hadn't thought he'd see him again and hadn't, 'til he found him in the work yard that time he'd told his tale about.
Not quite so...romantic a re-telling that, aye?
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Send "How's your first kiss with [character name]?" to my muse to see their reaction
SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.
REPOST. Donβt reblog.
Whatβs your OTP for your Muse(s)?
Towing the honesty line here and saying that every ship - no matter its nature - has something I flat adore about it; something unique and captivating and that makes me excited about writing and exploring it. Stacking them up and naming names or pairings just feels like a fast track to potential hurt feels and I'm not about that life. Each is my favourite version of itself.
What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?
Most anything, honestly. Any kind of relationship - platonic, romantic, familial, a complex mix of those appropriate for mixing or a more straightforward affair. All sorts of relationships fascinate me, and I'm happy to explore provided it's well plotted out and we - as muns - have chatted about yeses and nos and boundaries and all that good stuff.
How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?
I won't ship with minors or write ships where Ron and a minor are even vaguely romantically inclined. Otherwise - provided we're writing about legal adults consenting to things/being in situations - I'm not overly bothered about it as a concept, however--
However.
I can promise you a 38 year old Ron, say, would whap an 18 year old interested person round the head and chuff 'em off home to their mum as soon as look at 'em. Just because it's write-about-able doesn't mean Ronnie'd be interested. Man's got his own wants and needs and I can flat swear someone 20 years his junior like that example there says cannot, CANNOT meet those.
Are you selective when shipping?
I need to have a good rapport with the other mun, certainly. We need to plot things out, test ideas, make worlds and if we can't do that, I can't get comfy enough to open my (hard as fucking nails but still) muse up to the kind of connections shipping (any kind) entails. Elsewise, of course, there must be chemistry between muses if we're talking romantic shipping.
How far do steamy moments have to go before theyβre considered NSFW?
Friends I'll write everything from the beginnings 'til the ends of an intimate encounter, but I'll also always follow my writing partner's cues and comforts in that regard. I don't and won't write smut. More power to those that do, of course. It's just not my thing. But intimate scenes needn't be smutty and I'll write, like I say, all the detail my partner's happy with. We start mentioning parts and private zones, that's NSFW and it'll be tagged as such. Mine is, //Behind Closed Doors.
Who are other muses you ship your muse with?
I've been shipping with @hislittledxll since...2016? With @brooklynislandgirl for perhaps a sneeze less time? So they're my darlings and I don't know what I'd do without them. Other, newer shippy-loves are @vxctorx and @id1eyouth. A dear friendSHIP is had with @tabbyrp, likewise @corinnebaileyrp. Like I say, I'll consider ships of any kind with anyone.
They just need plotting :3
Does one have to ask to ship with you?,
Yes please. Scream at me about our muses in my DMs. Pounce on me on Discord. I'll do the exact same. Assuming shipping - any kind but romantic especially - will only get my (and Ron's) back up. He's an easy flirt, bless 'im, but there's A L O T of heck-fire and dagnabit this man's been through and dealing with and just...inviting oneself into his intimate circle...It won't work.
How often do you like to ship?
I do like it lots, definitely. I'm mulling over happy little motes of inspiration almost constantly. But it's not mandatory by any means. I'll write anything that interests me. So bring it in pals!
Are you multiship?
Yes, but every ship has its own verse. As was so wisely spoke in Ghostbusters by my hero Doctor Spengler - Don't. Cross. The. Streams.
Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?
Ship more-or-less. There's more to life, more to writing, but gosh it's fun.
What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?
Other than the ones I've made up round the characters I write Ron with? XD I...don't really know I have a fandom specifically. Some pairings I've loved to see in recent media include Paul and Chani in Dune/Dune 2, and Lestat and Louis in Interview With The Vampire (it's so toxic...SO TOXIC, but so beautifully done).
Finally, how does one ship with you?
Legit, talk to me. I'm always either here or on Discord. We'll need to chat, plot, discuss boundaries and story arches and all and it'll be fascinating and awesome and I promise we're friendly, me and Ron. So just pop by. There's always a pot of tea on the boil and biccies out the draw to snack on while we natter.
Tagged by: I stole it off @brooklynislandgirl (gratefully, thank you darling)
Tagging: C'mon go play!
Happy Romantic Sunday, pals. Hearts for lovings, no? Yeeeaah, give it a click :3
- [ πππ ] My muse helps yours out of sopping wet clothes.
Ron's mile wide protective streak for those that needed help or defence wasn't new. Round London's LGBT scene it'd got him the nickname Queen Mum, and while that hadn't sat comfy with him at all - Queen, to Ron, being a pejorative term to describe him as a gay man - the protectiveness that'd scored him the moniker did. It was just in his nature, looking after those that needed it and so, upon seeing Tabs on his back door's stoop soaked to the skin and shivering, there was only one thing for it. In a flurry of chop-and-change curses - shock kicking his English half out of whack for a couple seconds - the young woman was ushered inside, her sopping coat plucked at round its edges in hopes of encouraging her to take it off.
"--grief, woman--"
There came a less choppy offering, Ron's words and his mind starting to sync again. More gentle garment plucking followed, "--off, please--", and a large towel, tugged down off a shelf not a few steps away, was offered coaxingly.
"Y'wanna go upstairs, I got spare cloves."
Better still the words started coming. Ron pressed on with his offer. "They're mine, bu' y'can borrah 'em while yours dry in th'tumblah. Won't take long..." A half smile passed on through Ron's expression, lighting his eyes before easing away the way relaxed ones always did. There was a chuckle's ghost in what he next said. "--Dogs might giv yah a good sniff, mind. Tryin' t'figure aht why dad's suddenly li'le."
[ πππππ ] My muse attempts to make yours laugh when they are sad.
A shiny English one-penny-piece was slid across the bar to Kit in hopes of breaking her from the reverie she seemed to have been beset by this past half hour. The passer of coins - Ron of course - stood the bar's width from her, a questioning tilt to his head that marked the pinch between his brows as concern. "--Penny f'em, darlin'..." he said, elaborating a little once he'd braced his hands upon the mahogany top.
"I know m'jus' th'barman--" He wasn't just that to Kit by a long margin, but that wasn't the point. It was a giggle Ron wanted to inspire, nothing else. "Bu' if there's someone's petrol tank tha' needs doctahin'..." Po-faced but for a jestful arch of the brows, Ron may as well have been delivering the sports scores he spoke so matter-of-factly. "Anyone's tyres tha' need lettin' dahn, any cars tha' need flippin' onta their roofs..." A half-second's long half smile flickered up at the corner of his mouth.
"All y'gotta do is say, y'know?" He lowered his voice a conspiratory fraction; almost like he was telling her a secret. "--See, I know a guy 'oo c'n 'elp y'aht."
Thoughts on Ron Β π
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.
#πHeadcanon#tw: mental illness#cw: mental illness#//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
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- [ πππππ ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your museβs body.
- [ πππππ ] My muse brushes a strand of hair out of your museβs face.
- [ πππππ ] My muse attempts to make yours laugh when they are sad.
- [ ππππππ ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket.
- [ ππππ ] My muse pokes your museβs nose.
- [ ππππππππππ ] My muse intertwines their fingers with yours.
- [ Cuddle ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours.
- [ πππππ ] My muse sits by your museβs bedside while they are sick/hurt.
- [ πππππ ] My muse takes your museβs hand and slow dances with them.
- [ πππ ] My muse helps yours out of sopping wet clothes.
- [ ππππππ ] My muse gently runs a hand over your museβs back.
- [ πππ ] My muse hugs yours tightly.
- [ ππππππ ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours.
- [ ππππ ] My muse holds yours while they cry.