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im too old to be thinking about this series so much. Sorry if they aren't book accurate, i was working off what I thought they looked like in my head while reading. Gansey will always be a short king to me
#the raven cycle#maggie stiefvater#trc#trc fanart#richard gansey#blue sargent#noah czerny#ronan lynch#adam parrish#gansey is a short king#ronan x adam
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We as a community do not acknowledge enough that based on the trb cover Gansey is the shortest raven boy
#i feel like most people make it Noah#but unless theres evidence in text that contradicts this gansey is the short king#richard gansey#gansey#trc#the raven cycle#the raven boys#ā”
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Every time I see someone draw Gansey taller than Adam it confuses me because I see Adam as fairly tall and thereās no way Gansey is above 5ā7
#Gansey short king believers rise up!#For those curious my hc is that Henry is the tallest (because it would make ronan and Adam mad lol)#Ronan is like an inch shorter than him and then Adam is another inch shorter#Gansey is around 5ā6-5ā7#Noah is about the same height#And Blue is 5ā0 which Iām pretty sure is canon#(Henry is 6ā1 Ronan is 6ā0 and Adam is 5ā11)#btw. if you even care#Trc#the raven cycle#enigma musings
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Love that, by this point in The Dream Thieves, the boys have been hanging out with Blue for roughly two months and none of them know how old she is. š Also love that Ganseyās mind jumps to maybe she was twenty-two and just very short and remedial. King.
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Noah Czerny propaganda:
"Noah has been dead for 7 years by the time the story starts, and no one knows it. Not even the two friends he literally lives with. They just assume he doesn't eat in front of people and doesn't share classes with them. He was a failed sacrifice to a magic forest and the forest keeps him alive cause his body was left to rot in the forest, and since the forest experiences time differently so does he. He knows a whole bunch of stuff like secrets that haven't been shared and events that haven't happened yet because for him everything happens at once/in a circle. He died as a teenager, so he's kinda stuck in the teenager phase, and he still does dumb stuff like building ramps to drive cars off of. He's described as "less" now that he's dead. It's talked about by people who knew him when he was alive that Noah was cheerful and full of life and joyful and a jokester, but Noah as a ghost is quiet and shy and almost a completely different person because he lost so much of himself when he died.
This next part is confusing, but I'm going to try and explain it as best as possible.
ALSO - MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE BOOKS BELOW - I'M SERIOUS
Basically, 7 years ago, when Noah died, this other guy Gansey, who is one of the main characters also died. Gansey however, was brought back to life by what he thought was a magic king who was buried underground. Gansey spent the next 7 years searching for this king. He was obsessed and he thought it was his duty and his destiny to find the king. Long story short, it turns out the king was actually dead underground and had been dead for a while.
It wasn't the king who brought Gansey back to life - it was noah.
Noah as a ghost went back in time to the moment he died - aka the moment Gansey died - and sacrificed his spirit so that Gansey could live, whispering to Gansey that he was the dead king and therefore setting Gansey on his path to find the king. Because of this, Noah's ghost technically never existed, and Gansey and the others technically never met him, meaning they don't remember him. NOAH GAVE HIS LIFE SO GANSEY COULD LIVE AND I'M NEVER GONNA BE OVER THAT."
"- Noah isn't revealed as a ghost until the end of the book/series
- Most characters are unaware that Noah is a ghost, and when he disappears, they assume that's just a Noah thing
- Noah uses this to his advantage and just fucks off whenever it's uncomfortable or people need him, though sometimes he can't control this
- Noah stays true to Ghosting and permanently disappears at the end of the series
- Got bludgeoned to death with his skateboard I think? might've made that up but i think it adds points for Tony Hawkness
- His death is linked with another character: that character SHOULD have died, but because Noah was murdered at the same time on a ley line, their fates swapped (life/death)
- Had to die in his school uniform :(
- The cast also don't notice he died in his school uniform and assumed he just wore it all the time for some reason
- When connecting with one of the characters through their energy, Noah is clearly more energised, meaning his Ghostness really kills his personality too
- Canonically a Sk8r boy"
"sometimes he relives his death and isn't really aware of that fact. he is very sweet and keeps secrets and is still a third dimensional character even if he can't really interact with many people/things"
"āOh! Your hand is cold."" Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them.
""I've been dead for seven years,"" Noah said. ""That's as warm as they get.ā "
"he's dead The Whole Time but his friends love him so much!!! he might be a bit smudgy and confused but he's still just a sweet boy!"
"This boy!!! He is a ghost that just kinda pops up sometimes and his friends are just kinda like āoh hey Noah.ā He is so lovely and also his life is tied to a sentient forest that his best friend sacrificed him to. He is always kind to his friends and is a little jokester and is basically the best I love him :)))"
"Please I named myself after him"
"The sweetest boy who was murdered by his friend in an attempted human sacrifice. Lowkey the funnies character in the series if you appreciate dark humor. Sacrifices himself in order to save his friend. All around the best boy."
"Heās been dead for 7 years but when he tells his friends that they just think heās being #relatable (until they find his skeleton). He was murdered by his high school best friend as part of a failed sacrifice to awaken a ley line and the ley line was basically like damn what a shitty deal here why donāt you be friends with the guys who are gonna wake me up properly. At one point his spirit starts to degrade and itās all very sad and Iām pretending it didnāt happen."
"He's just my boy. He's sometimes in a trance replaying his own death. He has a stain on his cheek where his head was bashed in. He's sometimes corporeal and sometimes not, sometimes he just communicates through vibes alone or flickerin lights (peak ghost shit). His first line in the series is how he died, but everybody thinks it's a joke. The MC sometimes acts as a living battery for him and he's her first kiss (she was prophecised that her first love will die if she kisses him, so why not kiss a dead guy?)
He kinda gets excluded a bit from the main squad because he's nonexistant from time to time, which is bullshit. Justice for Noah!!!"
"Noahās literal first line of dialogue is āIāve been dead for seven yearsā. Despite this and many other comments about being dead, his friends (two of whom he lives with) believe him to be their normal alive schoolmate right up until Gansey finds his corpse in the woods.
Anyway on a more serious note Noahās role in the narrative is so cool. At the start heās very bright and present but as the series continues and he fades from the living world he fades from the narrative too. Depending on where you began the story (quote thatās repeated a lot in the series), it starts with Noah Czerny. Dying on the ley line when he should not, so Gansey lives when he should not. Literally in the end he gets goes back to kickstart the whole story by setting Gansey on the path to Henrietta I love him."
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My Favorite Pynch fics
Inspired by @kelliealtogether, 10 of my favorite TRC/Pynch fics (and some honorable mentions) for TRC making it to 10,000 fics posted on Ao3. I didnāt realize until I made the list how many BDSM Pynch fics I really knew and loved. So be warned, lol.
1. Like @kelliealtogether my favorite pynch fic of all time is ļæ½ļæ½we all fill up with timeā
by Interropunct. Such great writing and emotions! The BDSM scenes are so creative and well written, just amazingly constructed! And hotttttt!!!Consent is emphasized! Ronan lives in a named building (the Brownstone) with Chainsaw the chicken in NYC! Adam has made it as a big shot lawyer with the dustless modern apartment, with its secret bedroom full of plants! Gansey, Ronan and Noah have a super strong friendship bond! Highly recommend this fic!
2. Another Interropunct fic, the SW AU, āThe kids arenāt alright.
Part 1 is āblessed be the boysā is young SW Adamās POV where Ronan becomes his main client. Part 2 is āput your curse in reverseā from client Ronanās POV. The writing is just so great and I marvel that Interropunct published these fics in 2015 before The Raven King even came out. The morphing of Adamās and Ronanās relationship from anonymous transaction to boyfriends is so delicious! Ronanās angst over his dreaming is what draws him to visit a SW and continue. (CW though since later in the fic itās revealed by Adam that he was only 17 yo when he started SW on his own)
3. Man of Masks by EtoileGarden
(CW for SA) A very inventive take on the slow burn where the kink/sex comes before the romantic relationship. The feels! The scenes! The longing! (All the characters are aged up) Ronan comes to Adam after being assaulted by Kavinsky during their meeting for drugs/sex/Ronanās punishment. Adam convinces Ronan to come to him for submisssion/pain/āpunishmentā instead. Adam surprises Ronan by setting boundaries and emphasizing consent. Ronan is already in love with Adam but it takes a while for Adam to realize his feelings for Ronan, despite the increasingly sexual and emotional nature their kink relationship takes.
4. And the Forest Began to Sing by rootingformistopheles.
A short and sweet and hot smut fic. Cabeswater merges with Adam to physically please their Greywaren. Includes vine tentacles and bondage!
5. āIn a hurryā by PennyByTheBlock
Adam and Ronan have a Sunday morning quickie at the Barns before work and church, respectively. Itās so hot, Iāve read it like 20 times already. It really captures the Adam/Ronan dynamic.
6. Thereās No Place Like My Room by Lil_Redhead
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Letās spread the self-love š
Hi! What a fun challenge. For someone who routinely despairs not being able to write, I'm apparently actually quite fond of my little stories, lol. In no particular order:
We Live Such Fragile Lives
High school, fake dating AU
I am still working on it! š Despite writing at a glacial speed, I really love this story. I love bringing up old high school emotions and tapping back into being a teenager when every single emotion was the biggest emotion you'd ever felt. This is the slowest I've ever taken a relationship in any story and the ANGST is just so wonderful to work with. I love the dual pining. But I just have so much fun with the setting and their extracurriculars and friends and teachers and all the silly situations they get themselves into. The world is literally so big and open for them.
A Time For Dancing
A Footloose AU
I wrote this fic in about two afternoons one weekend after listening to the song on the way to work. I had so much fun writing about a repressed small town and the big world right beyond it that all of the characters are growing into. I adored the whole cast and each individual relationship, especially Sam and Riley. I also really liked writing about Gideon as this kind of ghost haunting Sam's narrative-- the connection Sam feels to his brother for both being queer and a little bit of betrayal at being left behind, as well as Gideon being this cautionary tale that Sam can't/won't quite reconcile as wholly good or wholly bad. I feel like the writing is fairly strong in this one (no one tell me if it isn't) and I just really like rereading it.
Of Kings and Monsters
Prince!Sam and Prisoner/Rescuer!Bucky
This may not be fair to include/recommend because really why I like this story is the rest of it in my head lol. I just think it's a (literally) steamy short with a fun dynamic between Sam and Bucky. The world is so rich (to me) and I just love the idea of it.
These Ghosts That Haunt Christmas
A Hallmark-esque Christmas fic
Man, I just really love the concept behind this one. I wanted to include more to the scavenger hunt, but I love the bits I did write anyway. I love the growth of Sam and Bucky's relationship with each other but also separately. I really enjoyed playing with their repressed history. I also love the literal ghost in the story. The fact that they're haunting themselves by keeping Steve so close and [spoilers] to move on they absolutely cannot have the last letter. I wrote the fic over the Christmas break and it always smells like hot chocolate to me, haha. It's just cozy. And now I'm kind of obsessed with thinking of hallmark fics.
I Found Something in the Woods Somewhere
A creature/horror fic about monsters and an evil forest and the good man who sees both as they are
It was difficult to pick just one of my creature fics but this is the one that I'm proudest of. I love the world and atmosphere, as well as what a 'monster' is within it. I have a handful of fics that I would expand (or scrub names off and do something more with) and this is at the top of the list
And two non-Sambucky stories because I couldn't not mention them š«£
No Force Greater Than
A Stucky/Cap Quartet high school au
I love this fic and feel like it kind of got the short end of the stick with how the posting for the event went :/ I love that it's a Cap Quartet fic and I love the personalities for each of the characters. This is another one where working with the characters shared histories was really fun. I just think it's a fun read and love Sam and Nat in this one.
My Heart on the Gas
Blue/Gansey racer au
I love their relationship in this story and I love all the car/racing stuff. I think they're so sexy and in love with each other and life. I also had a FANTASTIC time working with the artist and beta reader, so I'm just thankful for the whole process of working on this bang fic. Fun fact, this is my only M/F story on my page. There's not a part of this story that I want to rework. I just love it and I'm so proud of it.
Everyone should also go check out everything from Cobrafantasies !
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because of favoritism (lol) Iām going to give you a two snippets from tessellation (Blue and Adam in a time loop TRK divergent) the first one is on the long side from the already published chapter and then the latter one is from the 2nd chapter which Iām struggling with writing atm tbh. So here we go:
Ch.1ā-āWhy would Cabeswater have us go back in the days and not Ronan?ā she asked him. āIf Ronanās the one who made it?ā
Adam shrugged. āBeats me. Maybe because you're a mirror, and I made the deal. And maybe the creator can only be so involved in how it works, like with cars.ā
Blue thought about this for a moment. When she thought about creating things, she thought of sewing the lace detail on Persephoneās white dress, or stitching together her fingerless gloves. She made things that would stay in her own life, and if they were for herself she could continue to work on them for as long as she pleased. Adam, on the other hand, thought of cars.
As they stepped through the doorway of 300 fox way, Blue and Adam were greeted by the wailing song of Gwenllian. āAnd on his deathbed, the king once said, my bride my bride, I leave ye before the stroke of midnight.āĀ
āIāll kill her,ā Blue hissed at Adam.Ā
āIāll watch,ā he said. She wasnāt sure if he was joking or not. āBut after we make her help us.āĀ
At the kitchen table in fox way, Maura and Calla were sitting with a large pot of one of Mauraās herbal tea on the counter. They looked like they were arguing, as they frequently did these days. The two women loved each other, however they relied on a third party to mediate their squabbles. Persephone had been that third party. Her absence, compounded by the return of Artemus who Calla clearly had no respect for as a concept, had led to a tense dynamic between the two. Blue did her best not to get in the middle of it, but she felt a sense of hopelessness about it. She couldnāt help them, she couldnāt be Persephone. Yet she also wasnāt doing a very good job of helping her friends ā at least she was being given a second chance at that. At saving her best friend who she had fallen in love with.Ā
Maura looked up at them in surprise. āBlue, I thought you were going out to the party with āā She blinked at Adam, as if taken aback by his presence. āOh, hi. I didnāt expect you to be here.ā
āWhat's the coca cola t-shirt one doing here?ā asked Calla with less tact. āI thought you wouldnāt be in a rush to be here, not with Blue and not afterā¦ā Her voice cracked at the end. Adam hung his head slightly. āPersephone told me.ā He said. āAbout Gansey. Iām here to help Blueā¦ I want to protect him.āĀ
Calla gazed at him with narrow eyes. āHmmm. Alright, you do that. I want a cup of coffee, not whatever this is.ā
āOolong, Pomegranate and Vanilla.ā Maura huffed. āI made it with everything you like.ā
āI donāt need everything I like all at once.ā returned Calla.Ā
āSorry to interrupt,ā Blue interrupted, not feeling sorry at all. āWe have bigger problems. Adam and I came back in time more than 24 hours, because of Cabeswater.ā That jolted both women to attention. āYou went back in time?ā asked Maura. āSuch a short window of timeā¦is itā¦ā she and Calla wordlessly communicated with their eyes.Ā
āTheyāre in a time loop.ā said a third voice, high and shrill. One that was no longer singing.Ā
Adam crossed the room towards Gwenllian in a couple of long strides, and Blue was bitterly jealous of his long legs as she followed to match him. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Gwenllian.Ā
āWhy didnāt you stop him,ā she said bitterly.
āStop who? What?ā asked Maura, but they were busy staring Gwenllian down.Ā
āI could not have stopped him if I tried.ā replied Gwenllian, annoyingly cool and collected all of a sudden. āIt was his destiny, and he rose to claim it. A lesser boy-king would have cowered behind the two of you and your warrior friend. Wouldnāt have dared leave the comforts of his bed. You should both be proud he did what needed to be done. You were not blindly led by a man such as my father.āĀ
āHang on,ā interrupted Calla. āYou can feel that you're in a loop with them?āĀ
Gwenllian nodded. āWhen youāve been awake as long as I have, itās difficult for time to play tricks on you.āĀ
That seemed counterintuitive to Blue, but Maura nodded as though the explanation were as logical as āwater is wetā or ādonāt leave a glass of milk outside for too longā.Ā
Ch.2 ā āAdam felt at a loss for words for a moment. A part of him hadnāt believed Gansey was still alive here, yet here he was. He wanted a moment to bask in this. But there wasnāt time, not really. His eyes went from Ganseyās face to Ronanās. The set of his jaw was tight with worry, Adam could tell. Heād kissed that mouth yesterdayā¦ and that also wasnāt important right now. The worst and best things had happened to him yesterday and he could neither revel in being with Ronan, nor could he break down in despair over what had happened to Gansey because both things had been erased.ā
Ty <3
#asks#badthingtwice#mutuals#my fic#tesselation#trc#blue sargent#adam parrish#maura sargent#calla johnson#Gwenllian glendower#richard gansey#ronan lynch#300 fox way women#persephone poldma
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Children of the Forest Intro
BASIC
genre: fantasy, adventure,
status: finished first draft, editing
key themes: found family, exploration, fantasy, nature, mythology, magical realism, siblings, childhood friends, nostalgia, parasites, at this point i'm just listing things in my book i'll stop
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STORY
Two boys are born in a willow tree inside a forest brimming with magic. They become obsessed with uncovering the secrets of this forest, exploring and researching the wilderness along with their childhood friends. When the forest suddenly vanishes and then reappears in struggling condition, the boys are left wondering what happened to their home, and if they can save it.
CHARACTERS
Theo Winter (he/him)
Impulsive, always-smiling, and just a tad bit reckless. He's the class clown, never one to take things seriously and it backfires. a lot. Theo's just having fun ok? Not his fault the god of the forest decided his body would be perfect as its puppet!
age: 17
quote: āI highly doubt any of what you said is gonna be a problem,ā Theo said distractedly, then grabbed onto Kianās backpack urgently as another thought struck him. He was always active, and always filled with energy. Kian didnāt think he ever saw Theo without a grin on his face or his blue bandanna off his head.
quick facts
he's trans (ftm)
adhd king
playboy (don't worry, he learns very quickly this isn't good)
inspired by oliver queen and lance mcclain
heart of the forest
Kian Winter (he/him)
Intelligent, oblivious, and always locked in his own world, he's always operating at 100% and extremely determined/stubborn. the inventor of the group, his tech assists his research on the forest.
age: 17
quote: Johnās veins bulged from his neck, his eyes slitted. He turned slowly to look at him and his voice was low. āYouāre dead.ā āIām very much alive. Itās Mothsong who is dead. I think.ā Kian rushed to pick up his robotic insectās limp body from inside the mess. āIām sure I can fix thisāā
quick facts
autism king
inspired by zane (ninjago) and gansey from the raven boys!!
always wearing his goggles and his jacket with a million pockets in them- with almost any gadget you can think of
gayyy
always known as the younger brother of theo even though they're technically twins and no one knows who's older
brains of the forest
Rue Ezeani (she/her)
Quiet, sarcastic, and always willing to stand up for what she believes is right, she's a punk who got kicked out of her home, and she's brutally protective of her friends. also, flowers grow on her quite a lot.
age: 16
quote: āPoverly, you donāt know shit about me,ā Rue growled, taking a step towards them. āIāve been to this forest longer than you, itās more important to me than youāll ever know. Of course I was working to get it back.ā
quick facts
has freckles
trans lesbian
first friend kian and theo made
inspired by blue sargent (wow who could've guessed) and killer frost
eyes of the forest
can play electric guitar
i love her
Becca Hill (she/her)
Smart, cold, and competent, she is known as the 'normal' one of the group, although she has her issues, don't worry. Gets skeptical and annoyed easily, but connects with nature and animals very well. Natural-born leader.
age: 17
quote: āOh my god, you guys canāt just break ceilings and destroy classrooms. Do you have any idea how much those cost?ā Becca pressed her lips together, concerned.
quick facts
'token straight friend' (sure...)
inspired by laurel lance and pip fitz amobi!!
has a pet dog, turtle, and bird
complicated relationship with theo
ears of the forest
Cove Poverly (they/them)
If you thought Theo was impulsive, think again. They're a fighter, with a short temper and witty humour. Chews gum, tobacco, straw, lollipops...they like to keep busy. Mastered the 90's + 2020 aesthetic at the same time? A reaaal southern kid.
age: 16
quote: āTrouble in hetero relationships. Can't relate," Cove casually chewed on a piece of gum. They brushed past Theo, picked up a twig, and began drawing something on a nearby rock.
quick facts
heterochromia! (one eye is blue, one eye is hazel)
inspired by... tbh i have no idea where cove came from they just popped up
very blunt/no filter
nonbinary
m e n
likes arguing with rue (affectionately, they hate each other)
fists of the forest
Amora (she/her)
Mysterious, sassy and flirtatious imp, lives deep within the forest and a master of manipulation. Is she truly evil? Who knows? Some hate her, some love her, but no one trusts her.
age: ?
quote: Amora grinned, her eyes a deep mauve in this lighting. āNo games, Thorny. Iām just here to help you save the forest. Itās my job.ā She stretched the last part, singing it with a tilt of her head.
quick facts
wears a red cloak
inspired by darcy wu and parisa kamali
seduces like half of the characters
she has elfish ears
twig horns and long black nails
also has ties to a god/spirit...
Miiba (it/its)
no picrew for this mf but basically this is the god of the forest, it's a big pain in the ass for our main characters because there's...occasional possessions and flora growing everywhere on their clothes/body. it has questionable morals due to being immortal and its sole purpose is to preserve the forest. it doesn't have a corporeal form, instead bouncing its consciousness around any creature/living thing in the forest (plants, trees, animals)
AESTHETIC
FACTS
š”¼ i wrote this entire book during nanowrimo!! i won, but i added 13k after november so it's only 63k right now, but i am editing to make it longer. it took me two months to finish draft 1
š”¼ i came up with the idea during summer of 2022, based on a playlist that a close friend gave me - they said boom, make a story, and i did!!
š”¼ the story is set in the fictional town of pinevale, canada, and i do not have a name for the forest yet (i should probably get on that so it's less vague when i talk about the forest
š”¼ it's third person and the POV switches between kian, theo, rue and miiba, and amora for like one pov (i'll probably make it more consistent in the 2nd draft)
LINKS
spotify playlist
pinboard
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if you want to know more, please tell me! this took SO LONG but i loved doing it. i'll probably do it for my other wips!!
#children of the forest#kian winter#theo winter#amora cotf#rue ezeani#becca hill#cove poverly#miiba#writeblr#nanowrimo#wip#creative writing#wip intro#blazerambles#introduction#novel writing#writing community#fantasy#forests#mine
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When Restless Hearts Beat Imperfectly
my second TRC fic!! this was actually the first one i started writing, but i stalled on it and had to come back later so the Pynch one got finished first. i am just.....overflowing with Lynch brothers emotions, okay? i am thinking about them for 23 hours out of every day. feel my feels with me ā¤ļø | Ronan & Declan | Gen | 3.3k | Very Slight AU | Missing TRK Scene | Declan Is Trying His Best | Ronan Has Feelings | Family Feels | Complicated Relationships | Reconciliation | Card Games | (also on AO3)
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For someone who was primarily characterized by his ability to bring his dreams into reality, Ronan sure as fuck had trouble sleeping. He was no stranger to tossing and turning, to late nights and all-nighters, to watching the sun rise with eyes too gritty and exhausted to appreciate the beauty of it.
He hadn't expected tonight to be one of those nights. But also, he sort of had.Ā
His head was buzzing with everything. Making Cabeswater and kissing Parrish and demons taking over everything and his brothers leaving and kissing Parrish and being back in the Barns and Noah attacking Blue and kissing Parrish andā
Yeah, there was no way sleep was happening tonight. He hadn't slept in this bedroom in two years, not since his father was alive, and that all on its own would've been enough to make him wary of closing his eyes, but on top of everything else? He didnāt know what kind of dreams would come out of his clusterfuck of a head right now, if he could even make sleep happen, and he wasnāt eager to find out.
As Ronan slumped his way down the unlit stairs by feel and muscle memory, he wished, just for a moment, that he was back at Monmouth instead. Gansey would be awake too probably, cross-legged on the floor, myopically gluing pieces onto his tiny town. He would've offered Ronan the glue gun. They often sat together in total silence, just like that, for hours at a time on nights like this.
But this wasn't Monmouth. And, when Ronan picked his way through the dark to the living room, it wasn't Gansey he found, but Declan. Ronan had almost forgotten that Declan and Matthew were still here, packed and ready to make for DC at first light. Another part of him, on some deep buried level, had already forgotten that any of them had ever left. But Ronan had never had nights like this before, and if Declan had, he didnāt know.
His brother was cross-legged on the couch, wearing an old faded t-shirt with a stretched out neckline and flannel pajama bottoms that were a bit too short for him. ORBMASTER sat on the coffee table in front of him, casting its light over the table's contents: playing cards, laid out in neat little piles. Declan was sorting them by number. Sevens with sevens, twos with twos, kings with kings.Ā
He hadn't noticed Ronan's presence yet. Ronan considered yelling, for the satisfaction of scaring the shit out of him. He considered asking what the fuck Declan was doing and why. He considered turning around and going back upstairs, finding somewhere else to lurk until the sun came up. He considered trying to sleep again.
In the end, he padded across the carpeted floor to sit down on the other side of the coffee table.
Declan looked up, apparently too tired to be startled. When Ronan didn't say anything, he went back to his cards, putting the last few in their places. Each numbered pile was also organized by suit: spade, then heart, then diamond, then club.
He scooped them all back into a stack. Ronan held out his hand for them.Ā
Too tired to be startled, but not too tired to be suspicious apparently. Declan eyed him like he thought Ronan was gonna eat his fucking cards or something, but when Ronan flapped his hand impatiently, Declan relinquished the deck.
Ronan shuffled them. Then he handed them back.
Slowly, narrowed eyes confused now more than wary, Declan began his process again. Threes with threes, jacks with jacks. A heart tucked under a club, the diamond slid in between.Ā
Ronan watched. It wasn't exactly riveting stuff, and it certainly wasn't Ronan's kind of stuff. He was more inclined toward throwing the cards up in the air to see just how much of a mess it made. But as Declan made his way methodically through the deck, he guessed he could see the appeal. There was somethingā¦reassuring, maybe, about it. About knowing that everything had a place. Making order out of chaos.
It wasnāt a glue gun or a haphazardly constructed cardboard city, but it was something. The soft sound of two people breathing was the same, at least, even if the silence they breathed into felt different. Declan wasnāt Gansey. Silence with him wasnāt the simple, companionable thing that Ronan was used to. It felt like being in the car with the radio on and the volume turned all the way down, like there should have been sound, or like the sound was there, only Ronan couldnāt hear it.
Ronan touched his ear. The left one.
Declan gathered up his cards again. This time, he offered Ronan the deck unprompted. Ronan shuffled it wordlessly, cards sliding through his fingers to form a bridge, the two halves cascading back together into one whole. Some of the cards felt warmer than others. Or maybe his exhausted brain was making shit up. He was spending way too much time around psychics lately and their weirdness was rubbing off on him.
Instead of giving the whole deck back, Ronan split it and kept one half for himself, flipping over the top card in the universally understood invitation to play War. Declan gave him a dirty look for disrupting his weird little un-shuffling routine. But he laid down a card of his own anyway. He won, and the dirty look immediately became a smug one. Fucker.
For a while, there was nothing but the soft fwip of cards being turned over. The last person Ronan had played this game with was Noah. Theyād gotten way too into it, whooping and hollering and shit-talking each other like there was actually something riding on the outcome besides bragging rights. Gansey had had to intervene to make sure nobody got thrown out the window again.
Ronan hadnāt seen Noah in days. Hadnāt seen him really be him in longer than that.
He flipped over a jack. Declan played a four.
Christ, Ronan was tired. He wasnāt really paying attention to the game, not that it was a game that required a lot of attention. There was an empty-wrong feeling in the back of his mind, one that crept around the edges of his consciousness all the time now. Cabeswater, dying. Cabeswater, decaying, just like Noah. The feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore.
Six. Ten. Declan took the hand.
Did Adam feel the empty-wrong too? Or did it feel like something else, this demon slithering in to pollute his connection with the forest? With Ronan's forest. Withā¦
Matching eights. Three cards each, face down, and one more to win it. Declan grinned down at his jack with a mocking little head wiggle, just like he always had when they were kids. After winning hands of cards, after boxing matches that went his way, after mom agreed that Ronan had started it (this time), after succeeding in sneaking a cookie off the cooling rack when Ronan had gotten caught. It was a smug little shit of a gesture, all mischief and delight. Ronan hadnāt seen it in years.
Declan was sweeping the whole stack of cards into his hand when the words āI kissed Adamā fell out of Ronanās mouth. He finally found the awakeness necessary to be surprised.
āParrish?ā he asked after a beat, his voice gritty from the late hour and lack of use but otherwise neutral.
āNo, the other Adam.ā Ronan slapped a three down on the table. He hoped the light from ORBMASTER wasnāt enough to illuminate the sudden redness in his cheeks.
Declan did that stupid thing where he blew air out of his nose and that was somehow supposed to be considered a laugh. He laid down a seven and took possession of Ronanās three. He asked, āWhen?ā
āLike, five hours ago.ā
Queen and nine, in Ronanās favor.
āDid he kiss you back?ā
Ronanās cheeks flushed hotter. āYes.ā
Out of the corner of his eyeāthe wood grain of the coffee table had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the roomāhe caught the motion of Declanās nod.
āNice.ā
He laid down an ace. Ronan stared at him.
āNice?ā
Declan raised an eyebrow. āWas it not nice?ā
āNo! I mean, yes, it wasā Of course, itāā Ronan huffed and threw down a jack that Declan immediately snatched up with a noise of satisfaction. āIt was fine,ā he said, face burning. āI just thought youād have more of a reaction than that, is all.ā
Declan paused in his straightening of the definitely-more-than-half-the-deck stack of cards in his hand to raise another eyebrow at him. āTo you kissing Parrish or to you kissing a boy? Because you and Parrish were attached at the hip all night and, I hate to break it to you, but you have never been subtle about liking boys.ā
The noise Ronan made was 80% surprise and 20% embarrassment. Okay, maybe 60/40.
Now Declan actually laughed, real laughter with sound and substance to it. With the way he said Ronanās name, he might as well have put a hand on his chest and said ābless your heartā like one of the painfully southern old biddies at church.
Ronan leaned across the table to snatch the cards out of his hand. āGive me those, you fucker. You donāt deserve to be winning.ā
Declan let him have them, too busy laughing some more to protest. Like the dumb head wiggle, it had been years since Ronan had seen his brother genuinely laugh. Or laugh at all, honestly. Or even just smile, beyond that creepy, bland, picture-perfect politician shit he pulled out for important adults and girls he was trying to sleep with. Not that heād ever really noticed, or thought about it, or cared. Here, though, in the Barnsāin their homeāit felt like a glaring oversight. The thought occurred, unbidden, that Declan hadnāt seen him smile in just as long, only heād probably noticed.
The thought didnāt sit well in him. It lodged somewhere in his ribcage, like a stubborn stitch after running for too long, and made him feelā¦ He wasnāt sure how it made him feel. So he yanked a throw pillow out from behind Declan and hit him with it.
āLaugh it up, fuckface, see if I tell you anything ever again!ā
Declan didnāt manage to stop laughing entirely, but that did get a strangled āno!ā out of him. He fended off Ronanās pillow attack and righted himself, making a futile effort to finger-comb his uncharacteristically messy hair into something approximating its usual presentable state. He cleared his throat.
āNo,ā he said again, with a bit more composure, though the jackass was clearly still trying not to crack up. āI want you to tell me things. I want you toāā
The last of his amusement fell away abruptly. Something about the silence that followed his bitten off words was louder than anything theyād said so far. Years of words unspoken stretched out between them, most of them his own. They filled the air like static, like radio waves, like an almost-physical thing. Words about dreams and deals and burner phones and secrets paid for in blood.
A whole other life his brother had been living.
Declan ducked his head, cleared his throat again. He reached for the cards, abandoned on the table when Ronan had gone on the attack. Ronan expected him to start sorting again, to fall back on the reassuring predictability of his little numbered piles, but after a long moment of hesitation, Declan hastily split the deck. He handed Ronan the noticeably bigger half. This time, he was the one to lay down the first card. The invitation.
Slowly, gingerly, Ronan settled back into position on the other side of the coffee table. Declan didnāt look up at him, still and waiting, eyes on his two of spades.
Ronan played a card.
They played in silence again for a while. Hard to tell how long; the wee hours didnāt carry with them the same feeling of movement that daylight hours did. They were a crystalized thing, suspended in the warm dimness of hisāDeclanāsālittle dream light, and there was nothing in the living room to track the passage of time. Ronan thought there used to be a clock in here. Something that ticked, at least. There was no ticking now, though, and he had to wonder if it had been a dream thing. If it had fallen asleep when their dad died. If their dad had sold it to some collector somewhere. If Declan had. He wondered what else he hadnāt noticed heād lost track of.
Ronan laid down three cards and a jack to do battle for their evenly matched fours. Declanās cards were late in coming, delayed by a yawn so strong and insistent that it scrunched his whole face up. He muttered a curse and dragged the back of one hand over his eyes. He lost with a seven.
āYou sure youāll be good to drive in the morning?ā Ronan asked as he gathered up his spoils. āSure would be ironic for you to end up dead in a ditch on the way to DC.ā
Declan huffed. āIāve driven farther on less sleep. Iāll be fine.ā
He rubbed at his eyes again, though, then dragged his fingers up through his hair. He looked as exhausted as any normal person would at somewhere around three in the morning, which, for Declan, was probably a sign that heād barely slept for days and it was all catching up to him at once. Ronan knew the feeling. Hell, he was that feeling incarnate. That heavy, soul-deep kind of tired was baked into his DNA. Maybe it shouldnāt be surprising, then, for his brother to share it. It was part of the family resemblance. The Lynch legacy: curly hair, good teeth, blue eyes, and exhaustion.
Declan turned his cards over in his hand, tapping at the edge of the stack with his fingernail before drawing one. āI still wish you would come with us.ā
He didnāt look at Ronan when he said it. There wasnāt much force behind it either. It wasnāt a plea or the overture to an argument. Theyād done all their arguing earlier. This was merely a statement of fact, like he needed it on the record one more time. Like he just wanted Ronan to hear him say it. To know he meant it.
And Ronan did. It felt strange, believing it, like a square peg in a round hole, but all of it togetherāthe wee hour stillness, the bittersweetness of home, the red rims of Declanās eyes and the frizzy mess of his hair, every unbelievable piece of truth heād offered up the day beforeāall sanded down the pegās edges until the idea of it could wedge into place. His brother loved him. For all the blood and bile between them, for all the filthy water under their crumbling bridge, his brother loved him. He wanted Ronan with him where he could at least try to keep him safe, like he had been doing this whole time, their whole lives.
Ronan swallowed. It wasnāt easy. āYou know I canāt do that. This is my fight. I canāt run away from it. Leave my friends to face it without me. Iām not that much of a coward.ā
āIām not asking you to be a coward, Ronan. Iām asking you to survive this. Can you promise me that?ā
Declan looked so strange like this, at once entirely familiar and so new as to be almost unrecognizable. A liar with all his pretense stripped away. What was left was a boy, not far past 19, looking at the only family he had left with the knowledge that it might be the last time in his eyes, desperate for Ronan to tell him that it wouldnāt be.
But Ronan was no liar.
āI can promise Iāll fight like hell.ā
It wasnāt what Declan wanted to hear, but he smiled anyway. Not a smile Ronan had ever seen before, but something new and painful and honest. He said, āYeah, I bet you will.ā
He laid down the last card in his hand. A jack of spades, falling to Ronanās ace of the same. Something about that made Declan laugh again, that gentle puff of breath that barely qualified, and then he was pushing himself off the couch. He left the cards where they wereāheād probably found them stuffed down the side of the couch, where their dad had had a tendency to leave them, once upon a timeāand scooped ORBMASTER into his hand. He cradled it against his stomach, the glow seeping out between his fingers to stripe the room.
āYou should try and get some sleep,ā Declan said, emphasis on try because, for all the times that Ronan had thought his brother could never understand him, the truth was that Declan knew him all too well.
āYeah,ā Ronan said to the deck in his hand. āYou too.ā
Declan rounded the coffee table, the dream caged in his fingers sweeping over everything like a lighthouse. He paused by Ronan. Then, like he often did with Matthew but Ronan honestly wasnāt sure heād ever done with him, he ran his hand over Ronanās head. On Matthew, it was a ruffle of his curls, but there were no curls to ruffle on Ronan. It was only the bare curve of his skull, cradled for a moment in the warmth of Declanās palm.
If Declan were Gansey, they would have hugged. He would have made a speech about the power of love and how much they meant to each other. He would have had something optimistic and inspiring to say about the upcoming battle. If Declan were Gansey, there wouldnāt still be the static hum of things unsaid like radio waves in the still air between them.
But Declan was not Gansey. His hand slipped from Ronanās head before Ronan could decide to acknowledge it or not, and then he was in the doorway, turning back one more time. ORBMASTERās light just caught the edge of his smile.
āI hope things go well,ā he said. āFor you and Adam. Heās cute.ā
Ronan fumbled the cards. āOh my God, shut up, or Iām gonna have to break up with him on principle just because you said that.ā
He could hear Declan chuckling to himself all the way up the stairs. Ronan grumbled about what an obnoxious fuckwad he was as he tried to gather the deck in the dark, then he grumbled some more when he gave it up as a lost cause. The cards would just have to stay a mess. He didnāt mind, really. He could sort it out later, or Declan could. If they all survived what was coming long enough to sort out anything.
Ronan didnāt bother going upstairs. He just crawled over the coffee table and onto the couch, the worn cushions as familiar to him as any mattress. The throw pillow heād wielded against Declan earlier was better suited to weaponization than it was to comfort, honestly, but he stuffed it under his head anyway, and it didnāt stop sleep from tugging at him as soon as he closed his eyes.
He hoped his dreams would be kind, for once. He hoped his brothers would wake him up in the morning to say goodbye before they left. He hoped Adam would kiss him again tomorrow. He hoped they could salvage what was left of Cabeswater, and Noah. More than anything else, though, he sort of hoped he lived long enough to play cards with Declan again.
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We made the raven cycle and all for the game crossover and the only thing you need to know about it is that gansey used one of factory rooms in monmouth manufacturing as ext court for riko and that riko carrying title of raven king means their metting was fated
Also Declan hits on riko BC he thought he was short girl with long hair but then does not back away realising his mistake
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ok so i was going to ask what trc was since i saw it in your tags, but then i searched and i have a new question: what is the raven cycle about and who would you recommend it to?
Hey! So! The raven cycle is a series of four YA novels from the mid-2010s that I've been obsessed with since I was about 20. They're about a group of teenagers searching rural Virginia for the Welsh king Glendower, who they believe is sleeping somewhere nearby and, if woken, will grant them a favor.
Main characters:
Blue: non-psychic daughter of an all-psychic household, artsy, angry, extremely short. If she kisses her true love, he'll die.
Gansey: the richest boy you've ever heard of. Goes by his last name only. Pretentious, effusive, obsessed with Glendower.
Adam: scholarship student with zero money and so much exhaustion. Smart, proud, on the edge of a breakdown 24/7.
Ronan: Bad Boy TM. I'm talking tattoos, homoerotic street racing, dubiously suicidal behavior. Has a pet raven named Chainsaw.
Noah: soft boi, everyone's life coach, but kind of a weirdo tbh. Makes a big deal about not eating. Intuitive, quiet, adorable.
They're all completely in love with one another and also fight constantly as they try to locate the ley line that this sleeping king is supposed to be on, pass at least some of their classes, and avoid kissing each other.
Other important characters include Blue's three platonic-life-partner moms, a dilf hitman, the guy Ronan homoerotically street races with, the largest man in the world, and a kid with good hair, and a bee.
Personally, I really like the prose style, which tends toward weird metaphors and what detractors have described as "overwritten". I also like that everyone's relationships with their families are central and complex, and sometimes even positive, which is hard to do in a YA novel.
If you enjoy YA "low" fantasy and slightly elaborate prose doesn't bug you, I'd say give it a shot! I really recommend the audiobooks in particular.
Thank you for asking <3
#if you do read em let me know what you think!#i won't be offended if they're not your thing lol#sidenote the trc fic i wrote in like 2017 is getting kudos again#idk how anyone finds it at this point#weird
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been wondering . whats trc / the raven chronicles (pls go into detail)
this is probably the best ask ive ever gotten oh my god i could talk abt trc forever
the short answer is that it's a fantasy series of four books and a spin-off trilogy abt four private school boys and their token Girl friend trying to find a dead welsh king (and i know that's like. every red flag possible but hear me out ok)
the long answer is. ough. i know you specified detail but i got frank to read it so im gonna be So Careful mot to spoil anything and im mostly gonna talk abt the main group of characters cuz they have me in a chokehold (and there's so many details about the plotline itself that it's impossible 4 me not to spoil it on accident once i get talking)
in the first chapter you find out that one of the private school boys is going to die. his name's gansey and he's the one who got all his friends roped into his obsession over the dead welsh king. he's like the personification of rushed cursive and accidental insensitivity and passion. he means well but he's overly polite and knows what is objectively too much about business for a seventeen year old
you find out that he's gonna die via the token Girl friend. her name's blue and shes the only non-psychic in a family of psychics that run a Psychic Business out of their house (which is probably really dangerous considering they're all women and live in the middle of nowhere). she makes things Louder when it comes to all the psychic shit and she's like fingerless gloves and tangled necklaces and having too many highlighters 2 me
blue's dynamic with adam is one of my favorites. adam's another one of the private school boys, but he's the only one who isn't filthy rich. he lives in a trailer park and has a family that makes gansey worry so much that he all but begs adam to come live with him (the school has dorms but gansey decided to invest in an old factory instead and lives there with the other two private school boys). the thing about adam is that he wants out of that fucking trailer more than anything, but success means nothing to him unless he got it for himself. he's my favorite character and i could talk about him for days. he's like shitty cars and guilt and the forced silence of things that are loud in nature
then theres ronan. he's another one of the private school boys and there is so much about him. his dad was murdered and he was the one who found the body, his older brother's a dickhead who controls The Family Fortune, and there's so many secrets that go into who he is that i can't go into much detail without mentioning them. he's an asshole in the best way possible and he's like loud music and fucked up religious imagery and anger and violence. also im 80% sure he's franks favorite
noah's the last of the private school boys and has more secrets than ronan does. he's connected to the plot so intensely that i am Not gonna say much about him, but he's like smudged pencil and being forgotten and being remembered
#i have way too many thoughts about this fucking series but the most important one is that ronan and adam are holy#barbi#trc
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"the gang tries to ruin x thing of ganseys bc they hate it-" AS!!!!! IF!!!! . they r literally obsessed w every single thing there is abt him. did any of u read the books . I think ppl who make those posts r projecting bc they hate to see a short king loved and desired by those around him . whatever
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More infos on Revival Rounds
After this Round ends we'll have a short hiatus from the main tournament for 4 one-day revival rounds. We will start with the losers of round 1 of the main tournament and work up from there until 4 characters comes on top and join the competition. It will be organised like this:
Round 1: 4 polls of 8 (32 round 1 losers)
-> top 2 of each poll go up (8 total)
Round 2: 4 polls of 6 (16 round 2 losers + 8)
-> top 2 of each poll go up (8 total)
Round 3: 4 polls of 4 (8 round 3 losers + 8)
-> top 2 of each poll go up (8 total)
Round 4: 4 polls of 3 (4 round 4 losers + 8)
-> top 1 of each poll go back to the main tournament for the quarter finales!
All the character have been randomly put into 4 groups and those will only change if characters who already met in the main bracket end up against each other again.
Revival Round 1 will start on May 7th at 8 am UTC.
Groupes under the cut!
GROUPE A
Round 1
Ari Helix (Once and Future)
England (Hetalia)
Wart (The Once and Future King by T.H. White)
King Arthur (Quest for Camelot)
Peter Pevensie (Chronicles of Narnia)
Tedros (The School for Good and Evil)
Jim Lake Jr (Trollhunters Tales of Arcadia)
Round 2
Thomas the Tank Engine (Thomas and Friends: King of the Railway)
Saber Artoria (Fate Stay Night)
Fjord Stone (Critical Role)
King Arthur (Gargoyles)
+ winners of Round 1
Round 3
Jack and Annie (The Magic Tree House)
Adora (She-Ra and the Princess of Power)
+ winners of Round 2
Round 4
To be determined + winners of Round 3
GROUPE B
Round 1
Ky Kiske (Guilty Gear)
Arthur (Arthur King of Time and Space)
Prince Marth of Altea (Fire Emblem)
Firestar (Warrior Cats)
Martin the Warrior (Redwall)
Arthur Liebowitz (Fairy Odd Parents)
Arthur (Shrek 3)
Rand AlāThor (The Wheel of Time)
Round 2
Zagreus (Hades)
The Luidaeg (October Daye)
Lord Foog the 2st
Arthur Dent (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)
+ winners of Round 1
Round 3
King (The Owl House)
King Arthur (Monty Python)
+ winners of Round 2
Round 4
To be determined + winners of Round 3
GROUPE C
Round 1
King Arthur Baking Company
Sora (Kingdom Hearts)
Arthur (Code Geass)
John Uskglass (Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell)
Arthur Pendragon (Kaamelott)
Queen Elisabethās ghost
Merric (Fire Emblem)
Arthur King (King Arthur and the Knights of Justice)
Round 2
Arthur (Disney's Sword in the Stone)
Roland Deschain (The Dark Tower)
Arthur Pendragon (Seven Deadly Sins)
Arthur Lester (Malevolent)
+ winners of Round 1
Round 3
Stabby the Roomba
Link (The Legend of Zelda)
+ winners of Round 2
Round 4
To be determined + winners of Round 3
GROUPE D
Round 1
Lucille Kensington (Where the Stars Fell)
Bob (The Minions)
Magnus Burnsides (The Adventure Zone)
Arthur Boyle (Fire Force)
Sailor Venus (Sailor Moon)
Poptropica PC (Poptropica Astroknight Island)
King Artorius (Wizard 101)
Arthur Kingsmen (Mystery Skull)
Round 2
Simon Snow (Carry On)
Richard Campbell Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)
Flynn Carson (The Librarians)
Arthur Pendragon (The Mechanisms' High Noon Over Camelot)
+ winners of Round 1
Round 3
Excalibur (Soul Eater)
Arthur Read (Arthur)
+ winners of Round 2
Round 4
To be determined + winners of Round 3
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deathcarded āļø noah czerny :
ā some days i just feel more... ā he was hesitant to say it, a innate wish to be R E A L, B R E A T H I N G, ( alive ). those days came with friends, it came with a strength to pretend to be one in the same with the rest. ā what about you ? do you need to eat ? or does it all taste like dirt ? ā
blue listens to what noah says as he looks at her with his pale face. he was a raven boy from aglionby, she remembered. seeing him and the others initially at ninoās.
they were at monmouth manufacturing, where gansey was talking with athena ( about the english king alfred ). as they rebuild henrietta ( a model restructuring of the town ). they had brought along a takeaway container of foam with pork and chive dumplings š„ ; sticky residue as paste for roof of buildings. and in this moment,
she saw athena get a popstick from a chocolate ice cream block she ate with the stickiness ( water like soup and pink rosewater pork rubbing between her fingers ). she then sticking it onto the stick and then pressing firmly onto it in the space between two short poles ( with the top being squares ). ā a see-saw, ā she says to gansey.
noah was describing his ghost consciousness to her, wishing to feel in the present and more human ( and less with the pain of his death liquefying over in his head with whelk killing him ). as he got to know blue more over time, they had become friends. he mentioned he felt a skeleton at times, despite also knowing he was dead. he mentioned a time of pain where he truly could feel a peculiar sensation of flickering in and out at quickened intervals even within the living world.
ā I do eat, ā she says. yet she saw ghosts quite a lot, especially at saint markās eve, and that sometimes lessened her appetite. ā sometimes it does taste the same, like if I eat too much of it. yet working at ninoās, there is a variety of food. ā
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