- a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria, and Ronan loved him like he loved nothing else.
- Declan, the oldest of the Lynch brothers, once asked, “And what happened when I was born?” Niall Lynch looked at him and said, “I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t here.” When Niall said Declan, it always sounded like he meant to say Declan.
- She’d grown up on a dairy farm.
- Gansey’s hell-tinged ’73 Camaro slicked with black stripes.
- mountains ghosted blue in the distance.
- “Jane. You’ve got to see this!” His voice was full of the honey-baked accent of old Virginia money.
- Ronan Lynch, keeper of secrets, fighter of men, devil of a boy, had told them all that he could take objects out of his dreams. His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn’t seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams.
- the music pounded like the apocalypse.
- Niall Lynch had taught his sons to box.
- Declan Lynch closed his eyes and breathed, “Ronan, where the hell are you?”
- Kavinsky’s infamous Mitsubishi Evo was a thing of boyish beauty, moon-white with a voracious black mouth of a grille.
- street racing
- The four boys were silent, contemplating where Blue might have learned that Joseph Kavinsky was an asshole. Not that she was wrong, of course. “You see,” Gansey said. “Jane concurs.”
- All corkscrew turns and breathless lifts through broken terrain. The hills were hasty green folds, sudden rises, and precipitous hatchet marks in the rock-strewn forests.
- The Lynch brothers were wealthy, princes of Virginia, but they were exiles.
- Back then, it had surprised Ronan; he hadn’t realized yet that Gansey could persuade even the sun to pause and give him the time.
- “Is it your —your thoughts that are in Latin? Or the dialogue?
- “Oh, yes, baby.” It amused Ronan to say this, a lot. He laughed enough that Chainsaw abandoned her paper shredding to verify that he wasn’t dying.
- Sometimes, when he took something out of a dream, it was such a senseless rush that it left the real world pale and unsaturated for hours after. Sometimes he couldn’t move his hands. Sometimes Gansey found him and thought he was drunk. Sometimes, he really was drunk.
- Gansey broke off, his knowledge of perished linguistic oddities exhausted. “God, I’m tired.” “So sleep.” Gansey gave him a look. It was a look that asked how Ronan, of all people, could be so stupid to think that sleep was just a thing that could be so easily acquired.Ronan said, “So let’s drive to the Barns.” Gansey gave him another look. It was a look that asked how Ronan, of all people, could be so stupid as to think that Gansey would agree to something so illegal on so little sleep. Ronan said, “So let’s go get some orange juice.”
- Orla repeated in Gansey’s Southern nectar: “I’m not gonna be a sidekick. You should stop hanging out with millionaires, then.”
- Blue brought a pitcher of iced tea to the table. “What’s that?” “Jane!” Gansey said joyfully. Adam said, “It’s a wizard in a box.” “It will do your homework,” Noah added. “And it’s been dating your girlfriend,” Ronan finished. Blue scowled. “Are you all drunk?”
- Isn’t that funny that it’s blank?” Derisively, Ronan said, “No. The ancient Greeks didn’t have a word for blue.” Everyone at the table looked at him. “What the hell, Ronan?” said Adam. “It’s hard to imagine,” Gansey mused, “how this evidently successful classical education never seems to make it into your school papers.” “They never ask the right questions,” Ronan replied.
- and swore in a soft accent that made it sound affectionate.
- “I said no,” she gasped, hand clapped on the back of her skull. Something stung in him. “Like six weeks ago.” “It’s still no!”
- “Glitter,” whispered Noah reverentially, giving it a shake.
- But one of the marvelous things about being Ronan Lynch was that no one ever expected him to do anything nice for anyone.
- “Noah took a personal day.” “I lost …” Noah struggled for words. “There wasn’t air. It went away. The —the line!”
- From Ronan’s room, he heard Noah’s laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking lot below. There was a terrific crash.
- Blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.
- Another crash from Ronan’s room, followed by diabolical laughter. Gansey wondered if he should stop them before vehicles with strobe lights did.
- Adam’s response was buried in the sound of the second-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, “He threw me out the window!” Ronan’s voice sang out from behind his closed door: “You’re already dead!”
- It was a massive old forest, oaks and sycamores pushing up through the cold mountain soil.
- crimson ladybugs, each as vivid as a blood drop. They whirled into the air with their acrid summer scent. Every wing was a buzzing voice in a simple language.
- Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand —the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes
- but Noah came with. Noah had not been Catholic when he was alive, but recently he had decided to find religion. No one in the church ever noticed him and it was possible God didn’t, either, but Ronan, as someone God possibly ignored as well, didn’t mind the company.
- “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said, “but you aren’t nearly as badass as you think you are.”
- “Do you two buy your politics out of the same catalog?”
- “Where is yours, anyway? Isn’t every female relative of yours in this house somewhere?”
- “Do you eat all of the men in the family? Where do they go? Does this house have a basement?”
- Blue wailed each time the engine revved up, but not unhappily. Noah played the drums on the back of Ronan’s headrest.
- “Ronan,” whispered Noah. He crouched inches away, colorless in this light. “You’re awake, you’re awake.”
- “the illegal part is that we’re going to Ronan’s family’s property, which he’s not allowed to do.” Ronan flashed his teeth at her. “And the distasteful part is that we’re burying a body.”
- Crochet leggings
- Both he and Chainsaw leaned in, heads identically cocked.
- Reaching all the way to the crumpled old feed bag in the bottom, Ronan found the mouse nest. He carefully pulled one of the young mice free. He and Matthew used to find the mouse nests in the feed rooms and in the fields near the troughs. They would sit cross-legged for hours in the grass, letting the mice run back and forth across their hands. The young ones were never afraid.
- She looked suspicious. “Are you for real? Are you messing with me?” “How do you figure?” “You’re a bastard, and this doesn’t seem like a typical bastard activity.” He smiled thinly. “Don’t get used to it.”
- There was something warming, Ronan thought, about all of them burying a body on his behalf.
- permanently with the pleasant odor of Ronan’s childhood: hickory smoke and boxwood, grass seed and lemon cleaner.
- Gansey’s said, Am I the pretty one? Calla continued turning, almost imperceptibly. “The Coca-Cola shirt?” She meant Adam. He’d worn a red Coca-Cola shirt to the first reading and was now and forevermore identified by it. Ronan said, his voice a low growl, “The snake.”
- Chainsaw promptly bit Calla’s finger. Unimpressed, Calla snapped her teeth back at the raven. “Careful, chickadee,” she told Chainsaw, her smile deadly. “I bite, too.
- “My swamp eyes’ll be great.”
- He was struck by what a glorious and fearless animal Blue Sargent was, and he made a mental note to tell her that very thing, if she didn’t drown getting whatever the second thing was.
- He looked vaguely bewildered and pleased to have a girl clinging to him.
- He draped an arm over her shoulders, too cold and weird himself to notice that she was also damp and cold. They wandered to the door like that, a pretzel of dead boy and not-psychic girl.
- There was something unbearably sexy about cars at night, Ronan thought. The way the fenders twisted the light and reflected the road, the way every driver became anonymous. The sight of them knocked his heartbeat askew.
- Aurora Lynch’s favorite had been an old black-and-white movie version of the myth Pygmalion, about a sculptor who falls in love with one of his statues. And Niall Lynch had had an extraordinary fondness for an ugly old edition of Alice in Wonderland, frequently read aloud to two or three reluctant, half-asleep Lynch brothers. Ronan had seen Pygmalion and heard Alice in Wonderland so often in his youth that he no longer could judge whether or not they were any good, whether or not he actually liked them. The movie and the novel were history now. They were his parents.
- Good evening, king of swords.” “And good evening, noble blade.
- A small, weary Ford had just pulled up behind the Gray Man’s rental car. “Oh, that’s Calla. She’s following us to the restaurant to make sure you’re really taking me there and not burying me in the woods.”
- He had gotten the spreading, intricate tattoo only months before, a little to irritate Declan, a little to see if it was really as bad as everyone said, and definitely so everyone who glimpsed the hooks of it had fair warning.
- “Pigmy Pouters,” Malory replied. “Feisty ones!” Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.
Arme and Apostasia reaction if Mochi become a girl?
“By the Goddess…”
Mochi swore under his breath, hands
reaching down to grope his newly developed breasts. This was…
certainly a new experience, to have his form change into something
more… feminine. Green eyes slicked down from his chest to to his legs.
“…Haha… I-is it.. is it just me, or are skirts becoming a
little too common in females?” Mochi noted as he examined his new
outfit. He stammered in surprise. Even his voice changed, becoming
higher pitched with an girlish accent.
“Are you questioning our
creator’s taste for fashion?” Arme immediately asked, eyes narrowing. Of
course he’d be the one that completely missed the point, and went
straight into thinking Mochi was attacking Ishmael.
Mochi rolled his eyes. “No, but I am questioning why my gender roles had to be switched.”
“Don’t question her.” Arme replied coldly. “She has her reasons.”
“Not even going to care that I have a female body now?” He’s a little
disappointed that Arme seems to care less about his female body and more
about his devotion to God. But then again, it wasn’t so surprising…
“Well, you must be fun at parties.”
“This is…” Apostasia breathed out with slight interest.
it? The Goddess seemed to have wanted to change my gender.” Mochi
playfully twirled around. Although he did feel some discomfort with the
change, it didn’t take long for Mochi to adapt to this new body. “I hope
it doesn’t make you unlock your primal desires…~” he teased, winking
He winced and almost pulled away when he felt Apostasia’s
tainted hands go right ahead to groping his body curiously. It took the
ruler of the void 30 seconds to finish examining Mochi’s body before
“It doesn’t.” Apostasia confirmed, quickly
focusing his attention on something else than on Mochi’s feminine body.
“I prefer your old look…”
“…And why is that?” the feminine looking being asked.
“You… don’t want to know.” Apostasia said, making a sound, almost as if he was chuckling.
He couldn’t help but shiver at it. Mochi decided not to press into it further, trusting the fallen agent’s words.
My scariest Overwatch experience to date was when I was in competitive, or in a group chat (don’t remember which) and one of the guys in the voice chat heard me speak and almost pinpointed my EXACT accent
they said I sounded like a black dude, or a southern person (I’m from the Midwest, but where I live, it’s like a variation of a southern accent anyway)
So I told them they were kind of right about both, and immediately after, the dude thought it was a good idea to make racist jokes…
and then he sent me a friend request right after (which I accepted bc I was nervous and didn’t know what else to do)
lmao uh an anon asked me abt my accent or if i have a vid of me speaking which i havent so I just went and tried the accent challenge, I think it’s my authentic voice but I was self conscious recording so.. it’s p monotone I’m not that dull when talking to people lol
also idk i think my voice sounds deeper than usual but w/e
40 minutes of Irish actor Colin Morgan speaking in his soothing voice about various projects and acting through the years, plus some gentle night rain sounds. Kind of a ASMR for sleep or just relaxing.
Playing 5e with a new party during my freshman year of college. I play a Tiefling Ranger who was raised in a nomadic community of Tieflings who hunted Giants. I use a Russian accent to play her voice. The party just finished killing a Cyclops.
Human Fighter: Has the Tiefling ever seen a Giant’s cock?
Me (in Russian accent): One time, my aunt tried to sleep with a giant. When she came back she had to be put into a wheelchair. This is why my family started hunting Giants. My cousins are a trip. Should be there for Fall Solstice.
Whole Party: *mixture of state of complete shock and uncontrollable laughter*
Taako waiting for Kravitz to show up for their second date and once again Kravitz is running a little late. Angus is keeping Taako company as he waits, having heard about Taako’s boyfriend and eager to meet him.
suddenly a rift opens up next to them. “i am so sorry i’m late, i rushed here straight from work,” a voice says in a cockney accent as a skeleton in a black robe steps out of the rift carrying a scythe and immediately Angus starts screaming. he’s screaming and crying and hiding behind Taako, who just goes “ah fuck” and gestures to a startled and confused Kravitz to maybe change back into his Non-Terrifying Form. Kravitz catches on and quickly changes and leans down to apologize and greet Angus but Angus just runs off.
Taako snorts and is just like “oh kids, yanno,” but in that moment Kravitz makes it his new Mission to get Angus to like him and he starts bringing him gifts and tries really hard to be Dad’s Cool New Boyfriend. it takes him a while after that initial shock but eventually Angus opens up with a bit of coaxing from Taako (who finds the whole thing adorable)
Percival Graves spent a lot of time with his Grandmother growing up. To the point where she taught him how to speak, read and write. Living almost exclusively on his families estate with Her. Percival loves his gran, His parents rarely show up, but when they do, they never talk to him so his relationship with them is very strained.
When He gets to the age where he can begin Prep School, his speech pattern has set and it reflects his Grans. Gran is Irish and Percival sounds like he wasn’t born in the States. He sounds like he was born in Ireland just like her. The Prejudice against the Irish is still very strong. He doesn’t want to lose any opportunities presented in the future due to how he sounds.
Throughout his education, Percival is always aware on how he speaks. He never loses his Accent but he is able to slip into an American speech pattern.
Now when he is rescued and is in recovery. He is to exhausted to think on how he sounds as he has slipped back to his first voice.
Now Newt loves how Graves speaks. Newt finds it more charming than listening to an american accent. He loves how cultured and somewhat different his voice is. Halfway Irish and halfway American.
Graves get very flustered and embarrassed when he comes too, but doesn’t bother hiding how he speaks now that everyone has heard it.