Tag: ronan lynch

i know you don’t post deleted scenes Basically Ever and i respect your reasons for that, but i have a semi-distinct memory of you mentioning a scene where adam sang a mr. mister song to ronan while writing trk and i’m desperate to know how such a scene came to be. if i didn’t just hallucinate the whole thing, can we please get a look at said scene, or some context, or at the very least the name of the song?

maggie-stiefvater:

Dear astrailhads,

Once upon a time, a loopy author deep into her deadline bought 35 80s songs at 1 am in the morning while writing a novel and then joked that it sounded a little off for Adam Parrish to be singing Mr. Mister and 90% of the fandom laughed and 9% of the fandom decided this meant canon Mr. Mister and 1% formed a dreamy-memory of something involving Ronan and synthesizers and that was the last time the author ever tweeted after midnight again. 

urs,

Stiefvater

I see you mention the albino night horror a lot but I don’t remember what happened to it?

ellipsesetcetera:

in the dream Adam and Ronan share in The Raven King, where Cabeswater is being unmade and they find Aurora, they also find the albino night horror:

Here was Ronan. Finally. Finally.

Ronan was circling something in the burned-out grass between ruined trees; when Adam drew closer he saw that it was a carcass. It was hard to tell what it had first looked like. It seemed to have chalky white skin, but deep slashes bit through the flesh; the edges of them curled in on themselves pinkly. A snarl of intestines roped out from under a greasy gray flap and hooked on a red-tipped claw.

Mushrooms burst through parts of all of it, and there was something terribly wrong about them; they were difficult to look at.

“No,” Ronan said. “Oh no. You bastard.”

“What is it?” Adam asked.

Ronan’s hand hovered over two parted beaks, side by side, both rimmed with black and something purple-red that Adam didn’t want to consider too deeply. “My night horror. God. Shit.”

it died defending Cabeswater from the demon, because:

“Why would it be here?”

“I don’t know. It cares about what I care about,” Ronan said.

the albino night horror was the first nightmare Ronan pulled from dreams that didn’t want him dead, that wanted to protect him and his dreams and his loved ones. it was the first time Ronan’s self-hatred manifested into self-acceptance, a symbol of living with your trauma yet not wanting to die. and it cared about Ronan deeply enough to fight to the death. and that’s why i’ll always remember it.

madbrake:

I finished reading Maggie Stievater’s Raven Cycle today and it filled my soul with something I needed, something I didn’t know I needed, and something more than that. And so I sketched Ronan and Chainsaw because I love them dearly. I’d like to draw the rest of the gang too, but we’ll see where I wander. I’m also working on different ways to mesh my traditional sketching with some digital manipulation. 

Number 10 for the writing prompt!

here’s some pre-series TRC content! *throws glitter*

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Ronan was pretty sure his eyes were open, but it was impossible to tell for sure. Darkness filled his vision, which could mean one of three things. He was either dead, blinded, or—

“Gansey?”

Something jostled to his right, and suddenly Ronan had taken a hit to the gut. It wasn’t a particularly hard blow, more of a jab, really, but the suddenness of it caught Ronan off guard and he had to fight the urge to hit back. He shoved what he believed to be Gansey’s elbow away from him and glared into the darkness, taking a controlled breath in through his nose and out through his teeth.

“Are we in a hole right now?”

“Ronan—”

“Gansey,” he said, very calm and very, very controlled. He felt loose dirt slide down his collar in his shirt. “Are. We. In. A. Hole.”

He didn’t need to see his best friend’s face to imagine the cautious and repentant expression Gansey must have been wearing. “Look, I know you’re mad—”

“Are we in a hole or are we dead? You know what, don’t answer, because I’ve already made my choice and I hope we’re dead. Because being dead sounds much better than being stuck in a ten-foot-deep hole with you and probably a Welsh king’s corpse.”

“I don’t think Glendower is in here,” Gansey murmured, dissatisfied.

Ronan wondered if it was considered bad manners to strangle your best friend. He wondered if he cared.

“If I’m dead, I only have one regret, and it’s not flipping you off more when I had the chance. I’m doing it right now, by the way, but you probably can’t tell because we’re in a DEEP DARK HOLE.”

“In hindsight, doing the search of this area at night was poor planning, but now we know for next time,” Gansey said. Ronan envisioned him pushing his wireframes up as he said it, though he knew that Gansey was still wearing his contacts.

Ronan breathed deeply again. It was somewhere around 4 am. They had no way of climbing out of the pitfall they’d fallen into. They had no way of contacting Adam since he didn’t have a phone. They were on private land, technically trespassing, so they couldn’t call the police.

“How long until Parrish notices we’re missing and comes looking for us?” Ronan asked, already resigned to a night of cuddling with Gansey and hoping earth walls of this hole wouldn’t cave in on them and suffocate them slowly.

“Probably by Weights tomorrow.”

Ronan couldn’t even be sure if he was properly rolling his eyes. The blackness of their shared hole was eternal.

“I’m flipping you off still, just so you know.”