Hi! I'm Kellie. I write Pynch stuff. Marriage pact stuff, forced proximity stuff, bakery stuff, and some in-progress stuff. But whatever the variety of stuff, it's here on Ao3. 😌
Last Update: This Is a Forgery - reverse heist fake marriage AU
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Happy 'It's Like You're Always Wet' Wednesday.
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CHALLENGERS! 🎾
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I've had a couple of people ask whether I would sell prints of my TRC fanart. I set up a little shop and uploaded these (and a couple of non-TRC pieces.) The page is incredibly bare bones, and the descriptions for the pieces are automatically generated by the site because otherwise I would agonize over them for hours. Thanks so much to those who are interested enough in my art to consider buying prints!
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-Egyptians Raising Water from the Nile-
John Singer Sargent (1856 - 1925)
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This Is a Forgery
Rating: M
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Federal Agents, Undercover, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Forced Proximity, Enemies to Lovers, Art, Heist, But More Like Reverse Heist, Sexual Content, Pining, Mutual Pining
And in Chapter 4, we force proximity. 😌
Chapter 5: The one where they go on their first (but not first) date.
I don't think I've written anything more self indulgent than Chapter 6.
In Chapter 7, they get a little personal.
They finally go to the damn party in Chapter 8. 😌
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most sensible girl in all of ya literature
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ballpointpun
I really appreciate how every week I reblog this, a different person interacts it. Tuesday light me up speaks to all of us at different times.
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I'm pathologically fearful of sharing art I do for work online anymore but this just simply means to much for me not to commemorate it so I'm taking advantage of my surge of courage this morning.
Anyway here's some cover art I made for the 10 year Anniversary editions of the Raven Cycle for Owlcrate
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Thayer was old. Nestled on the corner of Harvard Yard, the dorm was five stories of well-pointed brick, chimneys from unused fireplaces reaching skyward from a low-angled roof. Inside it was plaster walls, wooden floors, and a pale green chair rail that raced down halls and around rooms. It was clean but a little shabby, well-worn from more than a century’s worth of students living and breathing under its roof. Adam Parrish was just one more freshman in a long line of Harvard freshmen who would call Thayer home.
On move-in day at Harvard, Adam becomes wistful for home.
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I couldn't limit this week to six sentences, so I had to make a new header. While I wait in the airport, please have several sentences from the next chapter of This Is a Forgery. Warning for some mild self-directed homophobia in the context of a joke.
“I like him! Where have you been stashing this guy?”
“In the closet.” Lynch smirked, but the pads of his fingers pressed firmly into Adam’s back when Tommy laughed again. Adam knew why Lynch had said it, a joke made at your own expense to better fit in, to go with the flow, to be malicious toward yourself before someone could do it for you, and for a moment, Adam felt bad for Lynch. Every day, he had to hide who he was, not only that he preferred men, but Ronan Lynch as a person, as a whole. Adam was doing it for an evening and he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to think of the impact of doing that day in and day out.
“Asia,” Adam said, exasperated, and nudged Lynch with his elbow. “Singapore.”
With a cock of his head, Tommy asked, “Doing what?”
“What does anyone who wears a suit in Boston do?”
Tagging @tinyarmedtrex, @emmerrr, and @werewolffeelings if any of you are interested. 🥰
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Thayer was old. Nestled on the corner of Harvard Yard, the dorm was five stories of well-pointed brick, chimneys from unused fireplaces reaching skyward from a low-angled roof. Inside it was plaster walls, wooden floors, and a pale green chair rail that raced down halls and around rooms. It was clean but a little shabby, well-worn from more than a century’s worth of students living and breathing under its roof. Adam Parrish was just one more freshman in a long line of Harvard freshmen who would call Thayer home.
On move-in day at Harvard, Adam becomes wistful for home.