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emmerrr · 8 months
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Zombie au!!!!!!!
the zombie au! this one is taking up most of my brainspace currently. i started it before halloween hoping to get it done for then but it very obviously didn't happen!
but yeah, it's a non-magical au in which the zombie apocalypse has taken over, ronan and his brothers get helped out of a jam by adam, but then adam leaves because he has something he needs to do but they hope to meet up again later.
so here is a snippet for when they do run into each other again, featuring a spoiler i guess but it's not one i'm bothered about people knowing before they go into it!
Half a day down the road, Adam saw a corpse in the middle of the street, propped up against the wheel of a car, head bowed as if in prayer. There was something familiar about the shaved head, the all-black outfit, and Adam quickened his step until he drew level. “Ronan,” he gasped, and fell to his knees beside him. Ronan’s chest rose and fell – not a corpse after all – but he was covered in blood and barely conscious. “Oh, god, Ronan. Are you bit? Where are you hurt?” Adam gently started searching for the source of the bleeding, but he couldn’t find it. Ronan’s head lolled, his eyes flickering. “Ronan, wake up,” Adam snapped, fear sharpening his tone. Ronan groaned, and opened his eyes fully, although his awareness wasn’t quite there. “Do you remember me?” Adam asked, clicking his fingers to try and keep Ronan’s attention. Ronan didn’t answer, but there was a flicker of recognition in his face. He couldn’t quite seem to hold his head up properly, and Adam gently took his chin in his hand. “Ronan, I need you to focus, okay? I want to help but I can’t figure out where all this blood’s come from.” Ronan closed his eyes. “‘S’okay,” he murmured. “It’s not mine.” “It’s not–” Adam broke off, belatedly registering Ronan’s words. The blood wasn’t his. Adam looked around, the obvious hitting him at last. “Ronan, where’s your–” Again, he cut himself short. Declan and Matthew were nowhere to be seen. There was only one reason why Ronan would be out here, half-dead, all on his own. Oh, god. Adam never should have left them.
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clotpolesonly · 21 days
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🎃🧀!!
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i would LOVE to eat pbj on a picnic with you
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which mutual am i??
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kelliealtogether · 4 months
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Thank you @caterpills for the tag!
From a future chapter of This Is a Forgery:
And that was how — two and a half hours later — Adam found himself following Lynch to their seats in Fenway Park, three rows behind the visiting dugout. It may have been a rare midweek day game, but seats that close didn't come cheaply, and as Lynch sank into one of the stadium's red folding chairs, Adam sat in the one beside him and asked, "You're not going to owe him for this, are you?"
"I will," Lynch replied. "Just because he felt bad enough to give us tickets doesn't mean he won't hold this over my head in two weeks. And I bet you fifty bucks these are his daddy's seats and he didn't pay a cent for them."
"How do you figure?" With narrowed eyes, Adam looked at the baseball diamond spread in front of them, at the ground crew spraying down the infield dirt and touching up the white lines of the batter's box in preparation for the first pitch. The sun directly overhead baked everything, and while Adam had coerced Lynch into putting on sunblock before they left his apartment, Adam hadn't brought any sunglasses with him from DC and he currently regretted not putting them on the list he'd given Child. Czerny had dropped off everything else Adam had requested a few days after the meeting, so thankfully Adam had a t-shirt and jeans to wear instead of far less casual business attire, but that didn't help him much when it came to shielding his eyes.
"Tommy only spends money on his vices: booze and coke," Lynch replied. "Stop squinting. You're going to give yourself wrinkles."
"Then give me your sunglasses," Adam said, looking over at Lynch and the aviators he wore, the lenses so dark Adam couldn't see his eyes.
"No. They're not the right shape for your face."
"Then I'll keep squinting."
"Alright, martyr."
I don't know who has anything going at the moment, but I think @audikatia and @werewolffeelings might have some things in the pipeline? 👀
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cheeeryos · 4 months
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work in progress wednesday
thank you for the wip wednesday tag @kelliealtogether!! 💚
I really only have two active wips right now and both of them are aus. here's another little peek of the fantasy au I made some progress on this weekend:
Ronan grabbed his bowl and tankard of ale and marched over to the hooded figure’s table. “These seats taken? No? Great.” He sat down and gestured with his beer for Gansey and Blue to join him. The figure raised two long-fingered hands to lower the cloak’s voluminous hood. The man underneath was younger than Ronan had expected; not fair, precisely—his hair was an indistinct, muddy color somewhere between yellow and brown, and his skin was ruddy and sun-darkened in the way of an itinerant laborer—but Ronan couldn’t take his eyes away from the way the flickering shadows from the firelight hollowed out the angles of his face. He fixed Ronan with a profoundly unimpressed look, and his deep blue eyes were so out of place in the palette of tans and browns and golds of the rest of him that Ronan felt suddenly unmoored. “I prefer to eat alone,” he said. His voice carried half-remembered echoes of the wild, mountainous kingdoms to the south and west that Ronan had visited with Gansey years ago. He wondered what the stranger’s business was this far north. “Well,” Ronan said, “we prefer not to eat our meal standing up. You’ll just have to deal with it.”
I tagged a couple people in six sentence sunday and don't think anyone bit lol so I have no idea who is writing anything these days...@werewolffeelings or @avalonjoan got anything to share?
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ronanlynchbf · 8 months
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tagged by @honkifyourelonely to post 5 of my favorite songs and then pass it along to 10 of my fave followers thank u francis <33333!!!!!
literally could NOT pick only five favorite songs of all time if i wanted to, so i just did five of my favorite songs in the new year so far (which was still WAYYYYYY too hard it took me like six minutes to decide which ones to choose.....)
picking berries – lolo zouaï
kwijt – froukje
worse – snoh aalegra
husn – anuv jain
little green apples – dionne warwick
i'm gonna be honest i did kinda cheat and do scrolling and stopping on ppl to tag again bc it was so so sooo hard to choose only ten people out of my followers 😞 also sorry if you've already been tagged in this (or been sent the ask)!!! @grieving4theliving @henessy @stringcage @werewolffeelings @piningeddiediaz @girlsisyphus @lesbianjudasiscariot @danielsousa @drugstoreperfumedotmp3 @moominpriest1951 but as always no pressure ❤❗❗
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Now at IPR: Splat 4: Frights
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By @summoningcirclepress!
Splat 4: Frights is a zine focused on how to safely and meaningfully play with horror in RPGs. It includes eight eerily-informative essays about the monstrous and the human, history and ritual, as well as safety and design.
What's Inside
Casper (@casperolivervo) is writing about why queer folks tend to gravitate towards horror and see themselves in the genre.
CJ (@scholasticdragn) is writing about how to play safely within horror and how to explore horrific themes meaningfully.
Jay (@jdragsky) is writing about Bloody Mary, Beetlejuice, and the Lindworm: what it means when your game is haunted by ghosts.
Josephine (@scarydogfriend) is writing about the racial and sociological implications of monsters and a few examples of how to write non-racist monster stories, whether it's fighting or kissing them.
Noordin Ali (@werewolffeels) is writing about skipping the surprises, and playing with informed and enthusiastic consent in horror. Warn your players what's coming, but keep the tension high!
Rue (@ilananight) is writing about bringing elements of atmosphere, storytelling, and mechanics from horror video games to the table, translating digital horror to analog.
Sadia (@sadiabies) is writing about the relationship between horror and desire, and how to use players’ taboo appetites to engage them in horror games.
Seb (@goodluckpress) is writing about creating your own safety tools for horror games to maintain tension and atmosphere, while still prioritizing safety during play.
https://www.indiepressrevolution.com/xcart/Splat-4-Frights-Print-PDF.html
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mychemicalrachel · 9 months
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Oh this is SO goshdarn cute 🥹 thanks @miseria-fortes-viros for tagging me!
Come decorate my tree with me 🎄
Tagging @iammistressofmyfate @deklo @we--are---not--afraid @werewolffeelings @singersargentboi @americanbeautiies @blithesea @mrskrementz @zephfair @uncannycerulean @the-greater-grief and anyone else who wants to make a tree! 💕
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sapphicflower-ao3 · 8 months
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thank you @werewolffeelings for the tag!!!!
my top 9 fave albums of all time 🙇🏽‍♀️
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1. Good Faith - Madeon
2. Moral Panic (The Complete Edition) - Nothing But Thieves
3. Worlds - Porter Robinson
4. Discovery - Daft Punk
5. Dance Moves - Franc Moody
6. Collide With The Sky - Pierce The Veil
7. Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine
8. Brand New Eyes - Paramore
9. tryhard - The Band Camino (this is technically an EP oops)
oof that was hard, especially because i wanted to only do one album per artist so i wouldn’t just overrun the whole post with the same three artists lol
i’m gonna be real, idk who to tag 😭 if you follow me and you’re seeing this and you want to do this please go ahead!!!
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aalstroemeriawrites · 2 years
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How I would summarise “Two of Cups” by @werewolffeelings
(MY-ALL TIME FAV PYNCH FIC BTW)
(IF YOU DIDNT ALREADY FUCKING KNOW)
(JUST TRY AND MAKE ME SHUT UP ABOUT IT)
(JUST TRYYYY AND DETHRONE IT)
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emmerrr · 2 years
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Ummmmm Ocean’s 11 au???? 👁 👄 👁 I love a heist….
ohhh the ocean's 11 au, how i would love to finish it one day! i've posted a few snippets of this one before, i even have a tag for it here.
this one actually does have a fairly solid start, and i more or less know the direction i want it to take, but i need to figure out a lot of details and heists are really hard to write about, i don't know how to do it :(((
but anyway, here's a snippet of it i don't think i've shared before:
His mind was still reeling, and with Henry now gone and the work finished, there was nothing to distract Adam from the fact that Ronan was out of prison.
He didn’t know what to do with that information. He knew what he wanted to do; jump in the car, drive to the Lynch farm, throw his arms around Ronan and beg for his forgiveness.
The problem was that it wasn’t that simple because there’d been nothing but radio silence between Adam and Ronan for five years. Ronan had been incarcerated. Adam had not. All he had to show for the years they’d been apart was a box full of letters under his bed.
But they didn’t count, because Adam had never sent them.
In the end, he followed Henry’s advice; he ate, he watched mindless television for an hour and a half, and then he went to bed.
He couldn’t have been asleep for long when his phone started to ring. Adam grabbed for it and stared bleary-eyed at the screen.
It wasn’t a number he recognised, so he didn’t answer. He watched it ring out instead, and soon after that his phone beeped to let him know he had a new voicemail waiting.
Warily, Adam pressed play.
“Hello, Parrish. Did you miss me?”
this fic involves adam and henry being besties which is super fun to write, i really wanna try and get back to it at some point!
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clotpolesonly · 8 months
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Can i be predicable and ask about pynch caroling wip??
something i started on an absolute WHIM on christmas night and then immediately ran out of steam on akldfjg, like i literally left off in the middle of a SENTENCE
but the concept is that the Lynches used to always go caroling with a group from St Agnes, and Matthew insists they do it again this year, so Ronan drags Adam along as a buffer. soft Pynch, and brothers re-bonding against their will, and digging up Cathartic Feelings from childhood, and me getting to project my musical woes upon my blorbos cuz obviously they would have all the same complaints against their fellow carolers as i would XD
the excerpt:
On December 20th, Mrs. Ramirez had asked Adam in a cheerfully wheedling tone if he could be convinced to join the St Agnes carolers when they made their rounds that weekend. Adam had responded with a polite but—he hoped—firm “I believe it would be in everybody’s best interest if I didn’t.” He had hoped that would be the last of it. It probably would have been, if Adam hadn’t made the grave mistake of getting home from his factory shift on the 23rd just as the carolers were gathering on the front steps of the church. There, on the bottom step, was Ronan Lynch, a black hole of leather and combat boots in the midst of tacky Christmas sweaters and brightly colored scarves. Matthew Lynch’s sweater was the tackiest of them all—a garishly yellow number covered in little green and red angels with trumpets—and Declan Lynch’s scarf, while muted compared to the rest in attendance, was certainly more color than Adam had ever seen on his person.
......and by "excerpt" i mean "the whole thing" cuz that's literally as much as i got written 😂 plus a bonus!! from my phone notes app:
Ronan: "ok, WHO took over the choir when Myrtle left and how much trouble would i get in if i hunted them for sport?"
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ask me about my wips!
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ronanlynchgender · 2 years
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seven sentence sunday
from a wip currently titled “Ronan depressed at the Barns”
How can you explain loss? How can you explain the way it makes you treat the others you love in your life? Ronan didn’t think he understood the reverberations it still left in his life. All he knew was that after he lost his parents it was hard, painful, impossible, to let people be close to him. All he knew was that it felt so much easier to simply be alone, to keep his walls and fists raised, to look imagine a future that only extended into the early hours of that night. How could he allow himself to dream of a future when he was so firmly disabused of the notion of having one to begin with? It seemed pointless. It seemed like hubris.
idk if anyone is doing this today, but I’m gonna tag you anyways @flightspathfic @heavensenthale @werewolffeelings @cheeeryos @silhouette-sky @seashell-hawke @cloudslinger
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kelliealtogether · 4 months
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I couldn't limit this week to six sentences, so I had to make a new header. While I wait in the airport, please have several sentences from the next chapter of This Is a Forgery. Warning for some mild self-directed homophobia in the context of a joke.
“I like him! Where have you been stashing this guy?” 
“In the closet.” Lynch smirked, but the pads of his fingers pressed firmly into Adam’s back when Tommy laughed again. Adam knew why Lynch had said it, a joke made at your own expense to better fit in, to go with the flow, to be malicious toward yourself before someone could do it for you, and for a moment, Adam felt bad for Lynch. Every day, he had to hide who he was, not only that he preferred men, but Ronan Lynch as a person, as a whole. Adam was doing it for an evening and he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to think of the impact of doing that day in and day out. 
“Asia,” Adam said, exasperated, and nudged Lynch with his elbow. “Singapore.” 
With a cock of his head, Tommy asked, “Doing what?” 
“What does anyone who wears a suit in Boston do?”
Tagging @tinyarmedtrex, @emmerrr, and @werewolffeelings if any of you are interested. 🥰
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cheeeryos · 3 months
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having a brain mush evening and all I wanted was a high quality intensely comforting read and I was delighted to realize I had downloaded two of cups onto my kindle. @werewolffeelings do you know how much of a balm u are for weary minds
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ronanlynchbf · 2 years
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 shuffle your “on repeat” playlist and post the first 10 songs, tagged by @dickggansey THANK YOUUUUUU MWAH 💞💞 i LOOOOOOVE music tag games these are always so fun 2 me ❗❗
move -  tobi
dance dance - lexie liu
guadalupe - angélica garcia
crush - ethel cain
all the good times - angel olsen
i’ve got some living to do - jelani aryeh
our song - ella mai
spider - hoshi
handle me - lous and the yakuza ft. adekunle gold
roi 2 coeur - zaho ft. indila
tagging @tyongtyong @parrishh @piningeddiediaz @werewolffeelings and @danielsousa IF you wanna do this!!!!
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mychemicalrachel · 1 year
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pov: you’re in a horror movie
1. create your own look here
2. find out what role you are here
Ooooooh this is may be my favorite thing I've ever been tagged to do, this was so fun. Thanks so much @miseria-fortes-viros for tagging me 🙏 the thread was getting a bit long so I posted my own results here!
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I don't know who to tag!! I dont have many horror mutuals so I picked people who i thought might be into this (no pressure if not): @deklo @we--are---not--afraid @bisexualbonnet @vamptious @werewolffeelings 🖤🖤
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