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Watch Out for the Reincows! | OTA
Who: Ronan Niall Lynch and YOU
What: WTF Driftcrest, gifts, bird perch, accidental dreaming, romance, friendship, dream creatures.
When: Backdated & Starting Dec 20th - 25th
Where: The Barns and anywhere around Driftcrest.
Warnings: Language, for sure. Possible intoxication. Loud music Ronan loves, but probably won't be appreciated by everyone. Will add as needed. Also, feel free to NOT watch the video for the music, it's very strange and not needed.
~*~
WTF Driftcrest
The morning of the 20th Ronan woke up colder than he'd fallen asleep. The floor was cold, the walls, the windows were frosted around the edges, and there was a chill in the air unlike the previous nights. Snow. The Barns was covered in snow. The Pig, the BMW, Adam's motorcycle. His first thought were the animals so he dressed quickly, dragging on layers and bitching about needing to pick up some winter gear. He'd also need to light the fireplaces when he got back to the house, but first he had to check the property and barns. Chainsaw followed him out and watched over him the entire time. It was very strange to find the barns already heated and everyone inside, with the exception of Drill Bit who was with Gansey most likely. Even the adopted animals that had found refuge on his property were there.
He thought about Tobias.
Bird Perch | For Tobias
Ronan had promised Tobias a safe place to stay at The Barns and here it was fucking winter, snowing for fuck's sake, and he hadn't done anything more than make sure the upper level door was open. He needed to make sure it was dry and warm, not too much snow had gotten inside, and it was an obvious invitation to the kid. So he set to work fixing the doors with a smaller opening, a bird door for easy access, and dragging up fresh hay. He built a nesting box and filled it up. Then he dreamed an all weather wind proof lamp that would burn bright, but not set anything on fire, to hang on a hook outside the small entrance. And just because he was a nice guy he painted a small sign with Tobias's name and hung that above the opening.
When he finished he remembered just how hungry he was and headed back to the house.
Watch out for the Reincows
That's when he saw it. A trail of small foot prints. And then another trail of not so small foot prints.
"Shit."
He hadn't given his dream much thought because usually when he dreamed something accidentally it was right there in his bedroom with him. Intentional dream things were where he put them in his dreams. And he hadn't been dreaming to create anything. He'd had control over his dream. At least, that's what he thought. But he followed the foot prints out across the property, tracking the lines and patterns where his dreams had gathered and split, before continuing on. Right towards town.
The only good news: the Reincows couldn't get over the fence and there were only five. The bad news: the small army of Abominable, but adorable, snow men could squeeze right through, under, or even climb over. They were only as tall as ducks, furry like bears, but shaped like snow men. No carrots, not top hats. But they could play music
"Fuck." Ronan ran his hands over his shaved hair and laced them at the back of his head. And then he started laughing.
Merry Christmas?
It had been a few days since the world had shifted once again and a cityscape had become mountains in the distance and town right out of a movie. Driftcrest had snow, snow themed activities, and everything a snowed in town resort could possibly offer. The guys with the flamethrowers on the walls was a little creepy, but they weren't aiming fire at the citizens so Ronan had just watched them from a distance. Even weirder were the people freaking out about a curfew and warning against being outside after 8 p.m..
With all the crazy shit you'd think he'd get used to random things appearing that weren't right out of one of his dreams. But this was something he couldn't complain or worry about. in fact, he was so very fucking grateful to whoever had sent them to him.
One gift had turned out to be ALL of the letters Gansey had written to him after he'd moved back to Gotham. It was a different world, a different lifetime, but it was an experience that had given him the courage he'd need to kiss Gansey and tell him everything.
The other gift was a flower in a vase despite the flower never needing water or sunlight. A dream and a gift from someone very important to him. He'd thought he'd lost it forever and while Adam had promised to give him flowers even after he'd broken Adam's heart, Ronan had wanted this one. And here it was.
WTF Driftcrest Part 2
Ronan can be found anywhere around town so this is an open prompt and you can feel free to start a thread with cocoa, snow, ask him about the Abominable snow men playing questionable music he's trying to catch, find him in the mall, the hotel, but not the water park because he doesn't do water parks. He will need to buy some winter gear so there is clothes shopping and even gift shopping for the boys in his life. He can also be found standing around watching the walls and the guards. Good luck and have fun!
What: WTF Driftcrest, gifts, bird perch, accidental dreaming, romance, friendship, dream creatures.
When: Backdated & Starting Dec 20th - 25th
Where: The Barns and anywhere around Driftcrest.
Warnings: Language, for sure. Possible intoxication. Loud music Ronan loves, but probably won't be appreciated by everyone. Will add as needed. Also, feel free to NOT watch the video for the music, it's very strange and not needed.
~*~
WTF Driftcrest
The morning of the 20th Ronan woke up colder than he'd fallen asleep. The floor was cold, the walls, the windows were frosted around the edges, and there was a chill in the air unlike the previous nights. Snow. The Barns was covered in snow. The Pig, the BMW, Adam's motorcycle. His first thought were the animals so he dressed quickly, dragging on layers and bitching about needing to pick up some winter gear. He'd also need to light the fireplaces when he got back to the house, but first he had to check the property and barns. Chainsaw followed him out and watched over him the entire time. It was very strange to find the barns already heated and everyone inside, with the exception of Drill Bit who was with Gansey most likely. Even the adopted animals that had found refuge on his property were there.
He thought about Tobias.
Bird Perch | For Tobias
Ronan had promised Tobias a safe place to stay at The Barns and here it was fucking winter, snowing for fuck's sake, and he hadn't done anything more than make sure the upper level door was open. He needed to make sure it was dry and warm, not too much snow had gotten inside, and it was an obvious invitation to the kid. So he set to work fixing the doors with a smaller opening, a bird door for easy access, and dragging up fresh hay. He built a nesting box and filled it up. Then he dreamed an all weather wind proof lamp that would burn bright, but not set anything on fire, to hang on a hook outside the small entrance. And just because he was a nice guy he painted a small sign with Tobias's name and hung that above the opening.
When he finished he remembered just how hungry he was and headed back to the house.
Watch out for the Reincows
That's when he saw it. A trail of small foot prints. And then another trail of not so small foot prints.
"Shit."
He hadn't given his dream much thought because usually when he dreamed something accidentally it was right there in his bedroom with him. Intentional dream things were where he put them in his dreams. And he hadn't been dreaming to create anything. He'd had control over his dream. At least, that's what he thought. But he followed the foot prints out across the property, tracking the lines and patterns where his dreams had gathered and split, before continuing on. Right towards town.
The only good news: the Reincows couldn't get over the fence and there were only five. The bad news: the small army of Abominable, but adorable, snow men could squeeze right through, under, or even climb over. They were only as tall as ducks, furry like bears, but shaped like snow men. No carrots, not top hats. But they could play music
"Fuck." Ronan ran his hands over his shaved hair and laced them at the back of his head. And then he started laughing.
Merry Christmas?
It had been a few days since the world had shifted once again and a cityscape had become mountains in the distance and town right out of a movie. Driftcrest had snow, snow themed activities, and everything a snowed in town resort could possibly offer. The guys with the flamethrowers on the walls was a little creepy, but they weren't aiming fire at the citizens so Ronan had just watched them from a distance. Even weirder were the people freaking out about a curfew and warning against being outside after 8 p.m..
With all the crazy shit you'd think he'd get used to random things appearing that weren't right out of one of his dreams. But this was something he couldn't complain or worry about. in fact, he was so very fucking grateful to whoever had sent them to him.
One gift had turned out to be ALL of the letters Gansey had written to him after he'd moved back to Gotham. It was a different world, a different lifetime, but it was an experience that had given him the courage he'd need to kiss Gansey and tell him everything.
The other gift was a flower in a vase despite the flower never needing water or sunlight. A dream and a gift from someone very important to him. He'd thought he'd lost it forever and while Adam had promised to give him flowers even after he'd broken Adam's heart, Ronan had wanted this one. And here it was.
WTF Driftcrest Part 2
Ronan can be found anywhere around town so this is an open prompt and you can feel free to start a thread with cocoa, snow, ask him about the Abominable snow men playing questionable music he's trying to catch, find him in the mall, the hotel, but not the water park because he doesn't do water parks. He will need to buy some winter gear so there is clothes shopping and even gift shopping for the boys in his life. He can also be found standing around watching the walls and the guards. Good luck and have fun!
WTF Driftcrest
He liked being out in the cold weather, completely unaffected by it covered as he was in a thick layer of fur and his cape. He was currently half-crouched next a tree, watching some animals nearby. It looks like he definitely wandered onto some sort of farm.
Re: WTF Driftcrest
Ronan trekked up through the snow in search of her, eating a veggie and egg burrito. He had gotten himself a nice cozy snow jacket, was wearing the knitted hat Gansey had put on his head earlier that morning. He was also being followed by a couple of goats, named Kickass and Spitfire, wearing sweaters, 5 Reincows he'd dreamed just that morning and hadn't named yet, and a regular highland calf named Anvil.
He had seen some weird things in his life, mostly in his dreams, but this was something or someone new, and he didn't remember dreaming them.
"You lost?"
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He blinks and rubs his eyes as he spots the Reincows, wondering if he's seeing things. Then he sees goats in cute little sweaters and definitely thinks this all just some bizarre hallucination. ".......What are those?"
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"My kids." He snorted, amused. "This is Spitfire and this is Kickass." He pointed at the goats and then at the calf, "Anvil." And then at the Reincows that looked like Anvil, but actually had antlers. "We haven't thought of names for them yet. I'm Ronan. This is our farm, The Barns."
"Did you just arrive in Driftcrest?" He thought of Tobias and his flipflops and booty shorts. Definitely an interesting place to live so far. Lots of different types of people to meet. He took a bite of his burrito before Kickass stole it from him.
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"Not exactly. But I don't leave the house much." Not hard to see why. Not everyone was as understanding when they saw a giant monstrous beast as most of the people Beast had run into were. There was usually a lot more screaming, running, and throwing things at him.
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They are the best names ever so Ronan doesn't even feel the need to defend them. And he's seen a lot of shit since discovering one of his best friends was a ghost and Cabeswater was a magical forest that could make your thoughts real. Sometimes he missed home so much it hurt. A different kind of magic than this place.
"What made you decide to risk the mobs today?" The goats chased each other, headbutted each other, then raced over inspect the newcomer.
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"It was such a nice day out. I thought not everyone would be willing to brave the cold and the snow, so there would be less chance of running into anyone." He hadn't up to this point so Beast may have been onto something there.
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"I have pitch forks, but I save them for the hay. You don't eat goats or cows do you?" Ronan asked curiously before taking a huge bite of his burrito. Better to finish it before it froze. He watched the goats sniff and nibble at the guys fur and clothes then leap into the snow for another round of snow tag. they were small enough still to nearly disappear in some place only to pop up again. it was amusing as hell to watch.
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Beast held out a clawed paw for the little goats to sniff. They'd come up on their spindly little legs towards him, occasionally butting him on the side to see if they could knock him down. They had about the same chance of knocking him down as cracking open a boulder but their attempts amused Beast nonetheless.
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He was a vegetarian and only ate fish on occasion, but Adam and Gansey both ate meat so it wouldn't be weird to have it at a meal. Having a large furry man-beast might be weird, but who was he to judge. All of his animals were brought to life by him, pulled right out of his dreams. Adam could talk to forests. Gansey could talk anyone into doing anything.
"Do you have a name?"
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His little round ears do perk up at the mention of a meal and his tail swishing back and forth gives away how much he appreciates the offer. "That is generous of you. Thank you. I am afraid I am not much of a cook myself." When he did eat in a more civilized manner back home, it was his servants who always prepared the meals.
"You can call me Beast." A bit on the nose there but he hadn't gone by his human name in many years.