#[ ic ] richard gansey iii.

[boringsideeffect]

Pynch is all well and good but man. Ronsey. I’m in my hardcore Ronsey era and I am THRIVING

[lenzimanotmoved]

@buriedregrets gets a starter! 🍃

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ Gansey brings a small, encouraging smile on his lips, but it doesn't even fully banish his own nervousness. Neither of them can act like he didn't die. Like nothing has changed.

[fenixburned]

✐ ( gansey @ adam )

send me ‘✐’ for me to handwrite a note from my muse to yours | @melpcmene

[fenixburnedmoved]

@raeso gets a randomized starter

“ You’re not safe here. “ 

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Richard Campbell Gansey III 🤝 Spencer Hastings: hot brunette from Uber WASP family who cared more about appearances than them getting help for their trauma, black sheep of the family because of trauma and bisexuality, older ice queen sister, in love with all of their friends but also their main love is a larger mystery / quest they wish to solve, huge fucking nerds, would wear a cloche hat in public.

[daensan]

Hey there! I'm Len (LenoraRoth on AO3) and I decided to post my fanfiction here on Tumblr also! My works are, to this point, from the following fandoms:

A Song of Ice and Fire 4 Daensa (Daenerys Targaryen x Sansa Stark) fics 1 Briensa (Brienne of Tarth x Sansa Stark) fic

The Raven Cycle 1 Gangsey (Richard Gansey III x Adam Parrish x Ronan Lynch x Blue Sargent x Noah Czerny) poly fic, but Adansey (Adam Parrish x Richard Gansey III) centric 1 Adansey (Adam Parrish x Richard Gansey III) fic

Grishaverse 1 Malkolina (Mal Oretsev x Nikolai Lantsov x Alina Starkov) fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 1 Jasico (Jason Grace x Nico di Angelo) fic

I have plans to write for other fandoms, but they are just plans for now. Also it's important to note that English is not my first language and I write fics as a writing exercise, so there might be some mistakes and I ask you to be gentle with me about them. And yes, I mainly write rarepairs, but it's mostly because I'm more interested on the potentials of a relationship than on pairings that were exhaustingly worked on by canon or the fandom itself.

That's it! I hope you enjoy my fics!

*I will update this list as I write more

[sordidery]

∘ ▫ ♚ richard campbell gansey iii & shakespeare aesthetics.

romeo & juliet. suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.

hamlet. speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn. mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you'd say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls' day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

twelfth night. wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love's sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you're unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.

macbeth. the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12:00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.

much ado about nothing. the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall. hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you're home until you’re there.

king lear. cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren't jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

a midsummer night’s dream. the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.

tagged by: @oddyseas. im smothering u in kisses and u cant do shit about it. tagging: @altarcup, for sabran or lestat or alice! @dreamlorn, love u. @damsul. @thanatologies. @wildkissed, for the trc kids or van or mal! @zerorisk, for the driver or grace!

[kelliealtogether]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Barrington Whelk, Noah Czerny, Blue Sargent, Richard Gansey III Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Working Together On A Mystery to Lovers, Pining, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish's Hands, Murder Mystery, Ghost story, Low Conflict, Low Drama, Just Chill

Excerpt:

It was such an unexpected breathy and almost soundless laugh that, initially, Ronan thought he hadn’t heard it. Up until then, Noah had been so dour it was contagious, creeping across the center console to infect Ronan the same way Noah’s chill did whenever he was in the car. But then Noah laughed again, and when Ronan glanced at him, the Noah in the passenger seat was definitely closer to what the living version of him must have been like. He still had the shadow on his cheek, marking the blow that likely killed him, but the rest of Noah–

Ronan reached over, expecting to find flesh and bone, but his hand sank right through Noah’s arm and, starting from his fingertips, ice crystallized through his veins until he jerked his hand back.

“Hey,” Noah complained, frowning at Ronan’s hand and looking a little less substantial. “That’s–That’s not cool. I don’t touch–try to touch you.”

[Chapter Five]

[Take if from the top.]

[mrskrementz]

A blurb from my Pynch WIP, Wait for Me (If You Wanna Walk Out of Hell)

‘Adam didn’t know Ronan. He knew OF Ronan, of course. Everyone knew of the Lynch brothers. But he didn’t know Ronan, because he didn’t actually know anyone at Aglionby Academy. It was his second year at the school, but he had managed to make a handful of acquaintances and not a single true friend. What he did know was that Ronan had a fierce, sarcastic sense of humor. He knew that Ronan was the best Latin student in his class. He knew that Ronan had ice blue eyes and a wicked grin. He knew that Ronan’s best friend was Richard Gansey III, and that fact alone seemed to make Ronan untouchable.

When Ronan returned to Aglionby Academy two weeks after his parents died, none of those things seemed to be true of Ronan anymore.’

[vexedtonightmaare]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

There are major spoilers ahead for The Raven Cycle and some for the Dreamer trilogy. Ronan has the ability to take objects or beings (or sometimes entire forests) out of his dreams. There's no real limit to what he can take--if it works in the dream, it works in real life, beyond the bounds of reason or physics--but he must be on a ley line to use the power, and he'll die if he leaves the line for too long. He guards this secret ferociously, so there is no chance your muse would know about it unless they're a fellow canon in the know or it's been heavily plotted ahead of time. What they are welcome to notice is that he's often surrounded by improbable objects or that he constantly hums with dream energy if they're supernaturally sensitive to that sort of thing.

I typically pull my portrayal from some time after he's graduated from Aglionby, while Adam is away at college, and Ronan is fucking around dreaming things, taking care of the Barns, and generally being a menace. I take some elements from the Dreamer trilogy, including Ronan's friendship with Jordan and their investigation into sweetmetals (made objects or art that keep dreamed things awake even after their dreamers die, otherwise they fall into an unwakeable sleep). In addition to the intricate tattoo on his back, Ronan also has the chainmail tattoo on one arm that's made of sweetmetal ink to keep him awake off a ley line. However, I typically don't include Ronan's friendship with Bryde, their bout of ecoterrorism, or the plot with the Moderators.

wanted connections:

Per canon, he's a hostile jerk to most people, so please do not interact if you're not prepared for that. Likewise, your muses are welcome to respond in kind, since being an asshole has consequences. This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I’m happy to ship Ronan with other TRC characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they’re on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they’re on my list.

Please note that I write Ronan as homosexual, as supported by his canon, and I only ship him with male muses, with the exception of a polycule that includes Blue Sargent (because imo the canon also supports all of them being in love with each other). He doesn't consider this as much a secret as it used to be, and while he's come a long way in terms of acceptance, that Catholic guilt is hard to shake, and he still struggles to be open about it. There may be some internalized homophobia in his threads.

OTPs: Adam Parrish, Richard Campbell Gansey III, Noah Czerny, Blue Sargent, Joseph Kavinsky NOTPs: Anyone on the family list (it should go without saying, but you'd be surprised), Bryde Family: Matthew Lynch, Declan Lynch Other: Jordan Hennessy, Opal, any supernatural/powered people because he feels very alone in that secret

default verses:

canon (+/-): Ronan's main verse, with any events that take place post-Aglionby.

horror!verse: Any crossover verses with other paranormal/horror fandoms.

multiverse!madness: Ronan dreams an object that can take him to alternate dimensions and back and stays out of curiosity. Crossover/duplicate friendly!

[rubyfall]

        HE  IS  OLD  VIRGINIA  MONEY  AND  SWELTERING  ANTEBELLUM  EVENINGS  .  there  is  something  honey-touched  about  her  too  ,  germinating  beneath  the  surface  like  the  burgeoning  mint  plant  before  him  that  had  grown  past  its  bounds  into  the  street  .   he  has  plucked  a  few  leaves  from  the  bush  rather  absently  ,  his  nose  nearly  in  the  binding  of  his  worn  journal.  ❛  oh  ,  pardon  me  ━  ❜  he  looks  up  then  ,  halfway  dazed  and  then  the  shroud  of  a  politician's  son  comes  over  him  once more  ━  a  lofty  crown  upon  the  aglionby  boy's  head  .  ❛  i  didn't  realize  i  wandered  onto  someone's  property  i  meant  no  harm  .  ❜  the  pages  of  the  book  crinkle  together  as  the  leather  strap  is  carefully  wrapped  around  the  cover's  faded  leather  edges  .  ❛  did  you  know  your  farm  is  on  a  ley  line  by  any  chance  ?  ❜

       @appleyed​​ ...   AN ATMOSPHERE OF THINGS ABOUT TO HAPPEN  (  sc.  )

[carnivalgirl24]

One of my favourite character types is "rich person whose sole source of happiness and meaning in life is using their privileges to help people they love"

Especially with bonus "I need to be taught how to Normal Person" and "my life is so perfect I had better not tell anyone about my unbearable depression".

[fenixburned]

@lovekindled said : stop looking at me like that. i can't focus. blue @ gansey !! | PROMPTS FOR YEARNING

Embarrassed about being caught, Gansey averts his gaze. He can't help the nervous laugh from escaping and it's probably not helping his case.

"Like what?" At least the question comes out more collected and sober, with just enough curiosity in it - best Gansey-fashion.

Truth be told, he hasn't planned to sit here and stare at Blue, of course not. But she has a way of capturing his attention, of making everything else fade to the background. Sometimes the worlds seems to stop spinning for a moment, just to witness the wonder that is Blue Sargent. And that power both terrifies and amazes Gansey. It takes an conscious effort to instead focus on the journal again, intending to fill it with the results of their latest explorations. Still he's much more keen on hearing her answer, almost afraid that she might know.

[undure]

SUMMER  AS  A  METAPHOR  FOR  THE  SELF   :      endless  nothing  blurring  out  their  desperate  world,   opportunity  curling  in  heat  -  sticky  satisfaction  around  his  fingers,     the  flowers  already  beginning  to  bloom  across  their  ancient  bodies.       ‘      actually,     i  don’t  care.   ‘       his  hum  has  changed  itself  into  a  light  buzz,    looser  than  before       ---      the  twang  of  money  could  not  be  forgotten,    an  infection  that  starts  first  with  the  father  and  grows  tumour  -  brutal  into  a  son,    but  he  exists  in  moderation  now.     THAT  WOULDN’T  STOP  BLUE  FROM  MOCKING  HIM       (       fond  clip  of  his  voice  leaving  her  vanilla  -  candle  lips,    burning       ).       ‘      what  we  do  next,   i  mean.    i’m  sure  it’ll  be  interesting  and  such,    with  you  and  blue   :       but  i’m  really  just  excited  to  be  along  for  the  ride.       ‘       his  body  twists  into  the  backseat,   grabbing  the  stuffed  full  basket      [      WOVEN,    OVERWHELMED  WITH  FRUIT      ].       ‘      grab  that  blanket,   won’t  you?    WHERE’S  JANE  GOTTEN  HERSELF  OFF  TO?       ‘       //:   @pinkrecord

[thelibrarina]

Y'all I think my ice cream just propositioned me.