[I can switch to action tags too if you prefer. Also if your character remembers him from P90, it actually is cool to remember him and brings it up. This starting should make him build a bridge and get over certain levels of paranoia. (Though he might still feel weird about it)]
a) RENT
Ronan hadn’t bought anything, not once he realized these were actual fairies. But his father’s stories couldn’t work past basic human instinct. When he realized they were being attacked, Ronan grabbed a sword. It was too bad it had failed him.
With so much chaos, Ronan hadn’t noticed this Nightrender until it was almost on him. He raised his sword but it stretched out his hand and breathed.
Ronan fell to his knees. His eyelids fluttered as he fought back-- and lost. Black ooze welled in his eyes and ran down his nostrils. A raven not far from Ronan fell to the ground.
[Options are below, with CW’s beside them so you can skip. Everything is kept very brief and just basic descriptions.]
1. His mother’s death- CW: death, gore, dismemberment, grief “Mom!” Ronan knelt before the pieces of what used to be a person, a blond woman judging by the hair. A girl with the legs of a deer sat close by, crying. Next to Ronan, stood his boyfriend, who looped his arms around him.
I can fix her—” Ronan said, his voice growing increasingly frantic. “I can put her back. I can put her—” Ronan’s voice broke.
2. After the “suicide attempt” cw: suicide, hospitalization
Ronan lay on a hospital bed. His arms were bandaged almost up to the elbow, which luckily left enough room for an IV. A nurse stood watch at the door but she averted her gaze to Ronan’s vitals, allowing Ronan and his friend the pretense of privacy.
“Declan’s talking to the doctor now,” Gansey said. “He said they’ll release you under conditions.”
“I know,” Ronan said dully.
“I said that you could stay with me,” Gansey said. “That I’d make sure you didn’t… that this won’t happen again.” He took a deep breath. I need you to tell me before you ever—”
“I didn’t—” Ronan started and then stopped. “It’s not like that.”
3. Being Unmade [cw: death/dying]
The world was all darkness. Ronan was nothingness in them. A small figured in the middle of a void of nothingness that seethed hate. It held him, suffocated him. He couldn’t breathe but he could breathe life into something else. He created a monstrous and beautiful bird— the size of a condor, with six beaks, 12 wings, and 12 claws. It was pure white.
The demon’s hold on him loosened. Ronan jolted awake and the scene shifted to two teenagers in a car and three outside of it. Ronan, in the front seat, gasped as he awakened. His eyes were full of black ooze and it trickled down his cheeks. In the backseat was Adam and also in the car was a young girl. Black trickled down her ear.
The bird flew away.
“What was that!” One of the teens outside the car jumped back.
“He brought it back from his dreams,” another said. “It won’t hurt us.”
4. Crushed by Crushes [cw: internalized homophobia]
The thing about a bad memory is, sometimes it’s not just one instance, it’s not a single moment in time. There are long strings of connected events that hit you like a sucker punch each time. When combined? It devastated. Adam saying the waitress was cute. Adam holding his girlfriend’s hand. Adam, looking at her and never at you, because he just didn’t feel that way and never would. And Ronan, who could never admit why he felt so angry and hurt every time it happened. He couldn’t even say that he was jealous because he would have to face the truth about himself— as if being a dreamer wasn’t enough to damn him, he just had to be gay too.
When Ronan’s soul emerged from his mouth, it was a small glowing flower. What kind changed from moment to moment, now a rose, next a lily, then something that only existed in Ronan’s mind— the soul of a dreamer. The black ooze stopped pouring from his eyes, nose, and mouth and what was left slowed to a trickle.
c) RESCUE
Ronan soon found that the sword he grabbed was useless but he still held onto it. At first he didn’t know if these memories were coming from his own mind or not, but he soon recognized the emotion. This was like a nightmare but one he couldn’t change (and he’d tried). It was one thing to have his thoughts torment him. Just thinking that something else was doing it pissed him off, enough to fight back.
So when he was forced to remember when his friends had left him or that Adam was leaving, he thought about the times they spent together.
And then something flickered inside of him. So he concentrated harder until a doppleganger made of light emerged. It was himself but purer and with raven wings as large as an angel.
Ronan stared. “What the fuck,” he said.
Then someone screamed and the— whatever it was— responded to his thoughts and flew towards the person.
“Hold on! I’m coming!”
e) WILDCARD Want something else? Surprise me! (Or message me first, whichever you prefer)
Ronan Lynch | OTA | CWs for memories: death, suicide, internalized homophobia, gore
a) RENT
Ronan hadn’t bought anything, not once he realized these were actual fairies. But his father’s stories couldn’t work past basic human instinct. When he realized they were being attacked, Ronan grabbed a sword. It was too bad it had failed him.
With so much chaos, Ronan hadn’t noticed this Nightrender until it was almost on him. He raised his sword but it stretched out his hand and breathed.
Ronan fell to his knees. His eyelids fluttered as he fought back-- and lost. Black ooze welled in his eyes and ran down his nostrils. A raven not far from Ronan fell to the ground.
[Options are below, with CW’s beside them so you can skip. Everything is kept very brief and just basic descriptions.]
1. His mother’s death- CW: death, gore, dismemberment, grief
“Mom!” Ronan knelt before the pieces of what used to be a person, a blond woman judging by the hair. A girl with the legs of a deer sat close by, crying. Next to Ronan, stood his boyfriend, who looped his arms around him.
I can fix her—” Ronan said, his voice growing increasingly frantic. “I can put her back. I can put her—” Ronan’s voice broke.
2. After the “suicide attempt” cw: suicide, hospitalization
Ronan lay on a hospital bed. His arms were bandaged almost up to the elbow, which luckily left enough room for an IV. A nurse stood watch at the door but she averted her gaze to Ronan’s vitals, allowing Ronan and his friend the pretense of privacy.
“Declan’s talking to the doctor now,” Gansey said. “He said they’ll release you under conditions.”
“I know,” Ronan said dully.
“I said that you could stay with me,” Gansey said. “That I’d make sure you didn’t… that this won’t happen again.” He took a deep breath. I need you to tell me before you ever—”
“I didn’t—” Ronan started and then stopped. “It’s not like that.”
3. Being Unmade [cw: death/dying]
The world was all darkness. Ronan was nothingness in them. A small figured in the middle of a void of nothingness that seethed hate. It held him, suffocated him. He couldn’t breathe but he could breathe life into something else. He created a monstrous and beautiful bird— the size of a condor, with six beaks, 12 wings, and 12 claws. It was pure white.
The demon’s hold on him loosened. Ronan jolted awake and the scene shifted to two teenagers in a car and three outside of it. Ronan, in the front seat, gasped as he awakened. His eyes were full of black ooze and it trickled down his cheeks. In the backseat was Adam and also in the car was a young girl. Black trickled down her ear.
The bird flew away.
“What was that!” One of the teens outside the car jumped back.
“He brought it back from his dreams,” another said. “It won’t hurt us.”
4. Crushed by Crushes [cw: internalized homophobia]
The thing about a bad memory is, sometimes it’s not just one instance, it’s not a single moment in time. There are long strings of connected events that hit you like a sucker punch each time. When combined? It devastated. Adam saying the waitress was cute. Adam holding his girlfriend’s hand. Adam, looking at her and never at you, because he just didn’t feel that way and never would. And Ronan, who could never admit why he felt so angry and hurt every time it happened. He couldn’t even say that he was jealous because he would have to face the truth about himself— as if being a dreamer wasn’t enough to damn him, he just had to be gay too.
When Ronan’s soul emerged from his mouth, it was a small glowing flower. What kind changed from moment to moment, now a rose, next a lily, then something that only existed in Ronan’s mind— the soul of a dreamer. The black ooze stopped pouring from his eyes, nose, and mouth and what was left slowed to a trickle.
c) RESCUE
Ronan soon found that the sword he grabbed was useless but he still held onto it. At first he didn’t know if these memories were coming from his own mind or not, but he soon recognized the emotion. This was like a nightmare but one he couldn’t change (and he’d tried). It was one thing to have his thoughts torment him. Just thinking that something else was doing it pissed him off, enough to fight back.
So when he was forced to remember when his friends had left him or that Adam was leaving, he thought about the times they spent together.
And then something flickered inside of him. So he concentrated harder until a doppleganger made of light emerged. It was himself but purer and with raven wings as large as an angel.
Ronan stared. “What the fuck,” he said.
Then someone screamed and the— whatever it was— responded to his thoughts and flew towards the person.
“Hold on! I’m coming!”
e) WILDCARD
Want something else? Surprise me! (Or message me first, whichever you prefer)