#ganseyweek

[tyrianlynch]

“Gansey dangled his hand between the driver’s seat and the door. Palm up, fingers stretched back to Blue.

This was not allowed.

[...] She would not see the gesture, anyway. She would ignore it if she did. His heart hummed.

Blue touched his fingertips.

Just this—”

Drawn for @ganseyweek day #1 with the prompt ‘yearning’

[gthechangeling]

Gansey Week day 1 - The Pig/Yearning/High on Life

About time I did something tarot-ish for TRC! The Chariot is a card of willpower, determination and strength, and I read it can even mean a road trip if you interpret it literally, so it seemed more than fitting for the Pig (and its driver). 

[ganseyweek]

GANSEY WEEK 2020 PROMPTS

August 24-30, 2020

Monday: The Pig/Yearning/High on Life

Tuesday: Monmouth/Insomnia/Larger than Life

Wednesday: Cabeswater/Hopeful/Magical Moment

Thursday: Aglionby/Lonely/As You Walk Away

Friday: Henrietta/Homesick/The View from Here

Saturday: Ley Lines/Death & Rebirth/I Would Take All of You Anywhere

Sunday: Journal/Passionate/Body Language

You’ve got a whole month to create for this year’s Gansey Week and we can’t wait to see all the wonderful new works! You can create for however many strike your fancy, we just ask that you wait to post until the day of the prompt.

~your mods, Kirani, Cashew, and Aurum

[crushpdf]

He’d spent so many hours sitting in it like this — doing his homework before going in to class, or stranded by the side of the road, or wondering what he would do if he never found Glendower — that it felt like home. Even when it wasn’t running, the car smelled intimately of old vinyl and gasoline.

@ganseyweek Day 1: The Pig

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Earth

@ganseyweek Day 3: Cabeswater; on ao3

I see your green witch Adam Parrish vibes and raise you reborn-of-Cabeswater-green-witch Gansey.

After the second death, he could always feel a rustle of trees in his heart and soul.

As he took hikes in forests around the country and the world, he could feel a closeness that logic could never explain. It almost felt like he was one with the planet and he was treated like family. 

He would feel a hum of companionship as he’d rest his palm on a tree trunk or dug his hands in the dirt. A rush of energy flowed into him, as if the earth had sensed Cabeswater and said, “Hello, there you are.”

Whenever he held Blue, his true love and soulmate, the massive forest in his heart seemed overjoyed with her and her connections to the trees. Artemus’ blood ran through her veins, leaves swirling in every single blood cell. 

As he spoke to his mint plant at home, he thought he could hear it whispering back, Cabeswater singing satisfaction in his soul at the little plant’s life. 

Little by little, he collected more little potted plants and succulents. As they appeared on his window sills and upon his desk at Monmouth, Cabeswater would welcome them into their little family.  

When his friends questioned him about it, concerned, he told them the truth. 

He told them about how the energy of the plants rejuvenated him. 

How connected he felt when he was near or in nature.

How the trees made him feel less alone when they were away.  

As he held a potted ficus close to his heart, his friends wrapped their arms around him. The warmth of their bodies warmed his very core, sliding a smile onto his face as he leaned into their embrace. 

Underneath his skin, Cabeswater basked in their presence. Their love glowed joyously in its boughs and roots, making him soar ever higher.

[cenvast]

@ganseyweek day one: live forever

[gansey-just-gansey]

@ganseyweek day one: out of time

You will live because of Glendower.

[richardcampbells]

@ganseyweek Day 3: Road Trip

A second later, the engine roared to life. Or rather, the car roared to life. Who knew what was even making the sound. Blue made a ridiculous whooping sound of glee. The year stretched out in front of them, magical and enormous and entirely unwritten. It was marvelous.

[jordanlynch]

“boys like him didn’t die; they got bronzed and installed outside public libraries” -maggie stievater, the dream thieves my creation for day one of gansey week! prompt: out of time/live forever/love you til the very end @ganseyweek

[tyrianlynch]

Fairy roads. Spirit paths. Song lines. The old tracks. Dragon lines. Dream paths.

The corpse roads.

Drawn for @ganseyweek day 6 with the prompt ‘Ley Lines’

[gthechangeling]

Gansey Week day 2 -  Monmouth/Insomnia/Larger than Life

couldn’t decide between drawing the Monmouth triad and Ronan and Gansey driving the Pig really fast so i did both (the second is sorta the follow up to the first)

[ganseyweek]

Gansey Week may be over but we’ll still be here sharing works so please keep tagging us!

Day 1: The Pig/Yearning/High on Life

Day 2: Monmouth/Insomnia/Larger than Life

Day 3: Cabeswater/Hopeful/Magical Moment

Day 4: Aglionby/Lonely/As You Walk Away

Day 5: Henrietta/Homesick/The View from Here

Day 6: Ley Lines/Death & Rebirth/I Would Take All of You Anywhere

Day 7: Journal/Passionate/Body Language

[crushpdf]

A king in his castle

@ganseyweek Day 2: Monmouth Manufacturing

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: All That Really Mattered

@ganseyweek Day 4: Lonely; on ao3

The Ganseys were always fantastic at pretending.

Pretending to be interested.

Pretending to be charismatic.

Pretending to enjoy the company they were given.

Gansey himself was a master at pretending to have the social skills to say what people wanted to hear. He used them impeccably with adults and people his own age, letting them think he was like them or perfect in every sense of the word.

What Gansey was terrible at, was pretending he had friends.

He had traveled the world before fate and the ley lines brought him to Henrietta and the only friend he had was Professor Roger Malory, and many had questioned that extensively.

But before Malory. Before Henry, Blue, Adam, Ronan, and Noah. It was just Gansey.

Just Gansey, alone, in the whole, wide world.

With every Richard Campbell Gansey the Third smile and promises using his family’s name, anyone and everyone let him venture into the unknown alone.

For a while, it didn’t bother him, he lied to himself.

He was fine with being lonely, with no friends. He had his quest for Glendower. His quest for knowledge.

That’s all that really mattered, didn’t it?

What he didn’t realize (or tried to ignore) was the emptiness and loneliness in his heart that grew nearly every year until he met Ronan and Noah.  

By the time Adam, Blue, and Henry entered the fold, he could feel his heart bursting with every moment shared.

He wasn’t so lonely anymore. Wasn’t lonely if he tried his best to keep them and take them anywhere with him.

In his heart or otherwise.

His friends, his chosen family, mattered more than anything to him.

Even if there was the part of him who believed they didn’t feel the same way about him, he would do anything for them until his dying day.

[cenvast]

@ganseyweek day five: family

He was a king.

[richardcampbells]

@ganseyweek Day 2: Insomnia

“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.” Gansey considered. He looked to where his keys sat on the desk beside his mint plant. The clock beside it, a repellently ugly vintage number Gansey had found lying by a bin at the dump, said 3:32. Gansey said, “Okay.” They went and got some orange juice.”