DRAFTPICKED is a private low activity hyper-fixation fueled chicago based hockey oc RONAN BYRNE w/ other verses available. byron ( he/they , 25+ )
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DRAFTPICKED is a private low activity hyper-fixation fueled chicago based hockey oc RONAN BYRNE w/ other verses available. byron ( he/they , 25+ )
▀▄▀▄▀▄ NAVIGATION : rules bio memes mutli. ▀▄▀▄▀▄ AFFILIATES : rushplay ﹠ reborns
happy birthday con.nor bed.ard !!
@draftpicked sent [ ice pack ] sender wraps an ice pack in a towel and presses it gently where it hurts. ( for annalise )
she'd caught a toe pick on a deep divot in the ice right at the end of her freestyle session. she knew full well when she'd come in that she'd had to book the rink after the morning junior league hockey practice, but she didn't think that children would leave divots in the ice to the same degree adults did. and yet, she'd landed her flying camel right in the divot and fallen directly on her wrist and stomach. deep breathes, pick herself up and wipe the snow off her leggings and pray no one saw. turn around...someone had seen. she'd known as soon as she'd put a little weight on the wrist to put on her skate guards that she'd actually done some damage.
luckily, ronan wasn't the type to just stand and watch her embarrassment. by the time she'd collected her stuff from the boards and walked out to the rink's lobby she was met with an ice pack. "thanks," she smiled as the cold of the ice eased some of the physical ache. "i think i jammed it," annalise confessed. nothing felt broken, but it certainly hadn't felt good either. he was still holding the ice pack to her wrist. she gestured toward a bench with a nod of her head, "can we-um- sit down?"
RONAN HAD FINISHED UP COACHING THE JUNIOR LEAGUE and it was about an hour or so before he taught private lessons. So he grabbed lunch and ate it in the stands while he watched her routine. As soon as she hit the ground he grabbed a first aid kit and went out to meet her. Getting hurt on the ice always sucked and having someone help you tended to make things just a little bit better. He walked with her to a bench along the wall, offering his arm for support if she needed it. ❝ No problem. Is it just your wrist that hurts ? It looked like a nasty fall. ❞ He was no stranger to rough falls on the ice, but that’s what all those pads were for. He looks up at her with soft blue eyes, ready to help in any way that he can.
it was so rare she actually got to be around her friends who did other sports that annalise knew instinctively she ought to cherish her time with them. guiltily, she also realized she got a lot more freedom at the olympic village than she did at home. even though her parents hadn't coached her for a while, in a lot of ways they were still acting like her coaches. at least here they weren't allowed to. only coaching staff was allowed back into the village and they didn't count. the village was her's now.
she was still riding the high of competing earlier in the day, even after she'd showered and changed into comfortable clothes. as annalise rode the elevator downstairs to where they'd decided to meet, she realized was starving. she saw ronan waiting by the door, and picked up her pace to come up behind him and loop her arm through his. "ready to go explore?" she asked.
WINTER OLYMPICS STARTER CALL ! | starter for @draftpicked / ronan byrne *
HE WAS HIGH ON LIFE, THEY ALL WERE, the best of the best from around the world competing for the highest honors. The pressure was on. But they needed to off gas. Work hard, play hard, right ? Except his and Annalise’s version of play hard tended to just mean grabbing a coffee and exploring the city around them. His smile widened when he saw her. They were here, really here. His arm links with hers seamlessly. ❝ I am as ready as I will ever be. I know no Italian, but I am hungry and ready for an adventure. ❞ They start to head for the door and out into the city.
It was these quiet moments with friends that already made coming here worth it. Of course he wanted the gold, of course he wanted to put every second of his day into training with the American team … but if he did that, he’d push himself too hard and spin out. Rest was important. For the mind and the body. He needed some time to just be a twenty something with his friends in Italy.
"and so, subduction is when one plate slides underneath the other and goes like this-" emma set down her cup to demonstrate the two tectonic plates meeting and one going underneath the other with her hands. "right, and that makes underwater volcanos and underwater vents and around these hydrothermal vents at the bottom of the ocean we get crazy life that starts to form because it's so hot down there. there's crabs and there's the tube worms and-" she was rambling and she couldn't really tell if her companion was interested or not. "i'll shut up, i'm not at work and you probably didn't actually want to know about plate tectonics. you can tell me if i'm being boring, you know."
once upon a time this was an open and now it has been reposted for @draftpicked / ronan byrne *
HE SETS DOWN THE NAPKIN HE HAD BEEN RIPPING TO SHREDS AS EMMA TALKED. ❝ No no, ❞ he waves his hands in an X pattern, crossing them again and again, ❝ keeping going. Please this is the most interesting thing at this bar. And I love marine life facts. ❞ There was only sincerity in his eyes. Despite being able to drink, he hardly ever went out. He never seemed to order a drink that he liked, the bars were always too loud, and his teammates weren’t exactly the best conversationalists. Or maybe they had all run out of things to talk about given all the road trips and flights they had been on.
❝ Tell me about the worms and crabs, please. ❞ He pushed the little bits of paper into a pile, then split the pile into two, then four, then pushed them all back together. They were sitting in a booth in a corner, their friends’ winter jackets piled up next to them while they were off somewhere else in the bar. ❝ I’m a really good listener, I promise. ❞
gonna be back here today (and this week ) !! i've made a few small new graphics, i'll see if i want make a new gifs later. i have a few drafts saved from a million years ago that i will post/queue up too.
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this is not going to remove the functionality of this weird feature, but it will remove the ugliness that comes with it, as you'll see in the screenshots provided below .
to make the required changes, you will need to get the stylus extension that you can grab at the following links : chrome , firefox , opera , github .
firstly, you must write a new style by clicking on the plus sign . name it tumblr or something similar, just so you know what it's for . then, change the code 1 dropdown to urls on the domain - in the box type : tumblr.com .
copy & paste the following code into the big box below & then click on save next to the beautify button on the left-hand side .
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RONAN BYRNE'S FAMILY
Brian & Sara Byrne are Ronan's parents. They grew up in the city, his mom in Back of the Yards and his dad in the Uptown neighborhood. They moved to suburbs to raise a family. The support all of their children's interests.
Lorcan Byrne is the oldest sibling and two to Sinead. They use they/she pronouns and went college at DePaul. They are mostly into art and music these days, but they figure skated and played soccer when they were younger. They are 30 years old and lives in Log.an S.quare.
Sinead Byrne is the second oldest sibling and twin to Lorcan. She uses she/they pronouns. She studied biochemical engineering at Northwestern. She is now going for her Phd and lives in Oak Park.
Kieran Byrne is 28 years old and middle sibling. He played baseball and hockey for a few years but lost interest around the start of high school. He went to Loyola University works in accounting, and lives in the West Loop.
Ronan is youngest, with an 8+ year age gap between him and his other siblings. He's the only siblings with a long lasting interest interest in sports. Because his siblings lived at home or nearby, he was almost never without them. The siblings group chat is always active.
𓈒 ◌ ✶ He denies that they are together, that he and Stella are dating. Whether or not people believe him is up to them. It doesn't help that he smiles and blushes every time she is brought up doesn't help. That he searches for her in every crowd, she's his date to every event, and his arm constantly around her does nothing but convince everyone around them that they are dating. I'm touchy with everyone, is his only defense.
❝ Come on, I won't let anything bad happen to you, ❞ he promised her as he held onto her, her fingers digging into him clauses light an air of laughter to leave his lips. ❝ I've got you, always. ❞ He promises her, his blue eyes full of nothing but truth and adoration. He leans to whisper, ❝ And I just said that because I wanted to see you smile, but I will kiss you, ❞ and winks.
@stilloves , continued.
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS & THE FIRST SIGN OF INTIMACY
"Was that your hand, or did I imagine it?"
"You didn’t pull away."
"That wasn’t just a glance."
"You felt that too, didn’t you?"
"Your breath just hitched."
“Are you alright?”
“You look out of breath”
“You were looking for me?”
"I noticed the way you said my name."
"That’s the first time you’ve touched me like that."
"Don’t pretend you didn’t lean in."
"You’re closer than you were a minute ago."
"Say it’s not just me feeling this."
"Your fingers just brushed mine."
"We’ve never stood this close before."
“This is new territory.”
"I felt your hand pause there."
"Your voice changes when you're near me."
"That smile… it wasn’t friendly."
“Are we pretending that didn’t just happen?”
"That wasn’t part of the plan, was it?"
"I’m not imagining this anymore, am I?"
"You touched my arm and stayed there."
"When did the way you say my name start sounding like that?"
"Your lips are a lot closer than they should be."
"You didn’t have to whisper it like that."
"That was the first time you hesitated."
"You’re not hiding it very well."
"You looked at me like you wanted to say something else."
"We crossed a line just now, didn’t we?"
"You leaned into the silence."
"I caught the way you looked at my mouth."
"You blinked like I surprised you."
"You didn't let go."
"That wasn’t how friends touch."
“You moved closer, not away.”
"We’re not just standing here, are we?"
"You tilted your head like you wanted more."
"Something just changed, didn’t it?"
"That was the first time you didn’t avoid my eyes."
"You’re looking at me like I’m already yours."
"Your hand brushed mine, and everything stopped."
“I felt your hesitation…”
"You’re not pretending anymore."
"That silence said more than anything else could."
"That look, what does it mean?"
"You almost kissed me just now."
"Tell me that wasn’t nothing."
"You were going to say something, weren’t you?"
"Something’s different this time."
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
you really don't hear yourself when you talk, do you?
i don't know who you think you are, but it's not impressive.
you love playing the victim when it's convenient.
don't look at me like that. you made this choice.
you always say that, and it's never true.
i'm tired of pretending you don't know exactly what you're doing.
funny how it's always someone else's fault.
you don't get credit for almost doing the right thing.
i trusted you, and that was my mistake.
you don't listen, you just wait for your turn to talk.
say it again, slower this time, maybe you'll hear how stupid it sounds.
you don't get to rewrite what happened just because it hurts.
you're not misunderstood, you're just wrong.
i don't owe you patience.
you love control more than you love honesty.
stop acting so surprised, this was always coming.
you really think that excuses what you did?
you don't get to be angry about consequences.
i expected better from you, and that's on me.
you're exhausting, and it's not charming anymore.
every apology you give sounds rehearsed.
you only care when it affects you.
you don't actually want the truth, you want validation.
don't pretend this is about concern.
you cross lines and call it curiosity.
you never ask how i feel, you just assume.
you're cruel when you're cornered.
i see right through the act.
you confuse confidence with arrogance.
you just don't know when to stop.
you keep pushing until something breaks.
you don't get to play innocent here.
you really thought i wouldn't notice?
you always need an audience.
i don't recognize you when you're like this.
you're not brave, you're reckless.
you say you're honest, but you're just mean.
you enjoy this more than you admit.
don't flatter yourself, i stopped believing you a long time ago.
you don't fight fair, you fight to win.
you're not protecting yourself, you're attacking me.
you keep confusing silence for forgiveness.
why do you make everything a competition?
you don't get to decide what hurts me.
you act like being hurt gives you permission.
you only hear what supports your narrative.
you don't respect boundaries, you tolerate them.
you always push until i snap.
is this the part where i'm supposed to feel sorry for you?
you keep calling it honesty like that makes it noble.
you enjoy being cruel when you think you're justified.
you've been waiting to say that, haven't you?
i know you always choose pride over people.
you don't know how to back down.
you don't listen when the answer isn't what you want.
you treat everyone like they're disposable.
after what you did, you don't get to talk about loyalty.
you always take more than you give.
you never stop to think who gets hurt.
you only care when you're exposed.
you don't know how to sit with discomfort.
you poke until something bleeds.
you love being right more than being kind.
you don't know when enough is enough.
you keep digging and wonder why you're alone.
you don't see people, you see leverage.
no, you don't get to speak for me.
you twist everything until it suits you.
you don't actually care about the truth.
you always need the last word.
you don't know how to be gentle.
you don't care who you hurt if it proves a point.
stop calling it honesty like it absolves you of anything.
you don't know how to lose gracefully.
you don't fight fair, you fight dirty.
you make everything personal.
you don't know how to let things go.
the truth is, you just enjoy tearing people down.
you don't care how this affects anyone else.
how convenient, you only show empathy when it benefits you.
you don't see how far you've crossed the line.
you always think you're justified.
you don't know how to stop hurting people.
don't act like you actually want answers.
you always think you're the smartest one in the room.
you care about winning.
you don't fight for resolution. you fight to hurt and you know it.
𓈒 ◌ ✶ Independence was not all it was cracking up to be. Had ever actually been alone ? That was the question he found himself asking again again. And the answer seemed to be no. He was the youngest child of many, he was always brought around to his sibling's activities and passed around their friends. There was always a standing invite for him to tag along. Then he was on team after team. When he got drafted to the Firebirds, he moved in Marcos ... and just sort of never moved out. Even when @rushplay moved in. Then it was the three of them. It was perfect really, at least for Ronan, there was always someone hang out with. His two favorite people were happier than ever. And Isak knew how to cook. Somehow both Marcos and Ronan had missed that life skill. He pulled out his iPad, rolled back the cover, and stood it up on the counter.
He opened FaceTime and tapped Other Dad - ISAK. The chimes sounded at he waited for an answer on the other end. ❝ Heeeeeyyyyy, Isak. ❞ he lips had a smirk that he was trying to hide. A laugh he was attempting to swallow. ❝ It has recently occurred to me that I do not know how to make breakfast food and that breakfast for every meal has lost its charm. ❞ He was going through a ridiculous amount of eggs. ❝ Can you teach me how to cook ? ❞
@draftpicked asked: let me hold you for a minute.
IN THIS WAN LIGHT, RONAN APPEARS SO UNBEARABLY FRAGILE THAT HE COUNTS IT AS A SMALL MIRACLE THE BOY DOESN’T SPLINTER IN TWO. that look in his eyes, the blunt edge of expectation smothering out hopeful boyishness, is one marcos knows far too well. he could map it blind, trace every frantic thought skittering through ronan’s head as he tries to outrun disappointment in himself before it can settle into his bones. he was his mirror in this way, wasn’t he? always the first to shoulder blame, to gather responsibility into his own hands so no one else would have to carry it. it’s not a feeling that he wants for him, especially so young. marcos had taken on such a mantle so early that he’d forgotten for a long time that playing hockey at the level that they did was no small miracle. meant to be exhilarating as much as it was exhausting, joyful even in its frustration.
it was easy to forget that they were all boys who grew up to live their greatest dreams and it was marcos’ responsibility to remind him of it.
“ hey, now, ” the voice that leaves him is delicate and threadbare, accompanied by him pausing in the parking garage leading up to their penthouse, his car locking shut behind them. “ c’mere. ” he takes his rookie by the nape and draws him in against his side, beneath his arm draped around his shoulders. instinctively, his long fingers furl into the soft strands of dark blonde hair as he tucks ronan under his chin in a warm embrace, one he doesn’t have any inclination to let go of until the boy is ready for it. “ i know it weighs on you, ” he continues, LOW AND EVEN, giving ronan a gentle but grounding squeeze. “ having this many people believe and say such big things about you as a player. ” a pause. “ and for what it’s worth — i more than believe them to be right. ” he shifts him in his arms, leaning back just enough to make sure ronan is listening with a meaningful look. “ but it is not only your responsibility when we lose. ”
there is a distant memory tied to the moment, an echo that rattles through his skull. marcos remembers, dimly at first, then all at once, another parking garage, another long night, his own captain’s hands firm on his shoulders as those same words were given shape and weight. THE VOICE HAD BEEN STEADY THEN, TOO. patient and unshakable. wisdom passed down not in empty platitudes, but lived experience. marcos hadn’t understood at the time how much of leadership lived in that quiet moment. how captaincy wasn’t always about authority or accolades, but about knowing when to hold someone upright until they remembered how to stand on their own. HE CARRIES THAT UNDERSTANDING WITH HIM NOW, worn smooth from use, and offers it forward without hesitation. one day, he knows, ronan will stand exactly where he is now. will recognize that same hollow look in a young player’s eyes and reach out without thinking. one day, his hands will settle on another rookie’s shoulders and he’ll speak these same truths like they were his own — because by then, they will be. that is how it goes. nothing lost, only carried forward to the next generation. it was a lineage not of titles or trophies, but of care — passed down quietly, and meant to endure till it reached the next pair of ears that needed them the most.
“ this is a team game. tonight, they were a better team than us, that is all. detroit are our rivals for a reason. ” he tips his head slightly, voice quiet but unwavering in its sincerity. “ it doesn’t take anything away from the player you are. you are meant to be learning right now. there are going to be off-nights, everyone misses their shot at times. even when it counts the most. ” his thumb moves in a small, reassuring circle where it rests against ronan’s shoulder. “ what makes a great player isn’t never falling short — it’s knowing there’s always another game and another chance to get back up and keep pushing. i don’t wish for you to forget this when you get off the ice and start thinking too long about everything you think you could have or should have done better. you look onward to the next and if you can’t find your way on your own, then look for me instead. ”
𓈒 ◌ ✶ Emotions were always hard for Ronan. They were overwhelming to feel and he often was at a loss for words on how to describe them or how to even ask for help. Loss, devastation, guilt, he felt those so strongly. In ever bone of his body. After the game, after every ounce of his energy had been used up, he had no choice but to let feels have control over him. They dictate his every thought. His arms and legs too tired to move but his brain was far too awake, replaying every mistake made and every missed opportunity to do better. This is what made him such a good player, but it also meant that he hardly ever rested.
He looked over at Marcos with tears in his eyes, the water clogging up vision. And the next thing he felt was a warm arm around him, pulling him in close. He relaxes into the man who doesn't seem to mind that they will be staying like those for a while. He takes deep breaths, trying to steady himself, to stop tears that are determined to fall. He is moderately successful. He nuzzles his face into Marcos' beard, loving the way the rough stubble feels against his skin. He used to do the same thing to his dad when he was kid. ❝ Thank you, ❞ he whispers back, or maybe he just thinks it. He can't tell.
He hopes that Marcos' words stick in head, that he can replay this moment over and over again until he believes it.
Eventually his breath steadies, it matches pace with man's. ❝ I will, ❞ Ronan says, his fingers reaching up to play with man's hair. ❝ I will look for you. ❞ ⸻ In every room, when I am lost, when I know my way, I will always do this.
𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 & 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐍𝐄
@ercowboys , this past weekend chicago firebirds star ronan byrne was seen arm in arm with marine life educator, emma langdon, at a fundraising gala for marine life research.
#BEADDIT : hell is empty and the devils are here. a multi-muse of various media and original works. horror and thriller based.
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐅𝐔𝐑 & 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐍𝐄 : 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. @reborns
Draft Portraits // Various images // From Eden by Hozier // Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, February 27, 1950 [#217] // Quote by Dr. Nicole Addison. Matthew 11:28 // Saint Jude pendant // Saint Anthony pendant.