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amethystfairy1 · 13 days

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hiya it’s been a hot minute since I sent an ask but I want you to know that I’ve been reading all your stuff for months now, refreshing multiple times a day bc I can’t get enough and I adore everything you write <3<3<3 I think your more recent writing with the darker themes is well done, it adds the perfect amount of angst and stakes to the story, more than vague threats of getting hurt, esp in the under city, but it’s not too much at the same time. Also your newest TT treebark is probs my favorite fic thus far, and treebark isn’t even my favorite ship lmao. It’s so arghhh yesss with Rens acting but Martyn can’t tell nooooo 😭 I REALLY want to know what Ren was thinking that whole time negotiating with the bandits, esp when he finally looked at Martyn bc he could probably hear his cries the whole time and UGH it breaks my heart in a good way. AND MARTYN ACCEPTING THAT REN WOULD DO THIS, AND FORGIVING HIM????? The angst, the FEELS. Stunning. A masterpiece. I start my days checking to see if you’ve posted I’m so obsessed XD. Might have to draw the scene… anyhow. I see you get a lot of requests to write certain ships now bc all the stories r so captivating we just HAVE to know more. But. I hope you don’t feel pressured or stressed about it, make sure to prioritize your own wants first. The quality is worth the wait <3 that said, I’m going insane over Martyn. oH also!!! Ren grabbing the wolf pendant!!!!!! He knows how much it means to Martyn my HEART they’re so AAAaAAaAaaaaA!! And he waited until he was between Martyn and the bandits to attack! To protect him! 🥺🥺🥺 the little details are so sweet I’m dying to know rens thoughts. He probably has the rage of a thousand suns in him after seeing Martyn tied up, hurt, crying, bc they would DARE lay a finger on the only one who protected him, who was nice to him. Just. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. I’m def gonna draw this. Also side note love the new pfp

Hello!!!! Good to see you!!!!

I'm so glad you're still reading and enjoying my works!

Also very happy to hear you're enjoying the darker themes that have been coming up recently in both TTSBC and TT! You're exactly right, that's exactly the sort of thing I was trying to nail...oh yeah ANGST with Treebark right now!

I mean. If you feel inspired. I would LOVE if you drew this scene. Because like, I have that art you did of Ren asleep on Martyn's shoulder as the cover image to my Treebark fanfic doc 🥹

Thank youuuu I appreciate the thought about not feeling pressured or stressed, I promise I'm not! I know everyone is just excited for their favorite/most compelling storyline to continue! And like I've said elsewhere, I plan to stick to my mantra...when I try to write something I'm not in the mood to write, I burn out and don't feel like writing at all. That's what happened to me the last time I stopped writing, and I didn't post at all for nearly a year. I HATED THAT. So TTSBC and TT is the perfect situation for me! Lots of ships, lots of characters, lots of dynamics, and between the two I can write BASICALLY anything I feel like at any point in time! So yeah! I'll write what I feel like writing in the moment, because that's always when I come up with my best stuff!

THE WOLFS PENDANT YUP GOOD CATCH. Ren's a good guy, he pays attention to that sort of thing 💖

I'm glad you like my new pfp!!! I love it! It's by my same friend who drew my old pfp, but THIS one is of an original character of mine everyone who reads TTSBC is very familiar with and people very scared of, but I assure you, any resemblance to characters previously mentioned is purely coincidental, hypotheticals should be, should be, should be dismissed, and there is no need to be concerned. 😉

Thank you for coming by again!!!

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #amethyst rambles #traveling thieves au #treebark

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anyi-arts · 3 years

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I noticed you were looking for prompts… and also that Ox cart meeting is your comfort episode… and at the end of the novel XL seems to have his own ox and cart so have you considered writing/drawing Hualian going into town in their own ox cart, fall back in swing and it’s like they’re back at the beginning but in a new way? I hope that’s something for you

Wonderful thank you :3c

I only hope I can do the idea justice, got a bit carried away with the lovey dovey stuff lmao

(also i'd like to say i absolutely love all your fics, they're so good)

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Xie Lian glanced beside him at his husband (his husband!) who was leaning back on the seat, his eyes closed with a peaceful look on his face.

He couldn't help but to smile at the sight, the early light from the rising sun making him look even more beautiful than usual.

He was glad San Lang was comfortable enough to show his original form around him more often than not now, and it was something they were working on together, to get him to view himself more highly.

"Yes, your highness?"

He blushed, looking away and gently snapped the reins just enough to encourage the ox to continue its path, taking in the rest of the scenery.

The leaves were varying shades of orange, red, brown, and yellow, some of the trees being nearly empty of leaves while others were still quite full. Fall was always one of the most gorgeous seasons.

He glanced back beside him when he heard quiet laughter and the shifting of fabric.

"San Lang? Was there anything you might want from the town?

He watched the other shrug, sitting upright now. "Gege's already provided anything I could need."

He smiled, shaking his head slightly. "Even still, I'm sure there's something."

San Lang was quiet for a moment, then, "I need some new needles, but nothing else."

"Sure." His smile widened slightly and he moved to lean against him. "If they don't have some already made I'm sure we could ask the smith. Speaking of, I hope he's doing better now, he'd burned himself badly last I'd heard. Ah, we should bring something for them, what do you think?"

"If that's what gege would like to do, then this one shall be happy to provide."

Xie Lian hummed, thinking. "Maybe they could use more baskets? Or we could bring some food, I'm sure they'd appreciate that, maybe some pickling pots too?"

"Whatever it is, I'm sure they'll like it very much."

"I hope so, it wouldn't be very good to give them something they wouldn't like. Could San Lang help me pick some things out?"

He nodded, arm around Xie Lian pulling him closer. "I don't think I'll need to help too much though, gege has such good taste after-all."

"Ah San Lang, you're such a flatterer."

"And how could I not be, in the presence of one as grand as you? My beloved husband? My xingan?"

Xie Lian let out a quiet noise, hands coming up to cover his burning face. He was sure he could have burst into flames just from the tone San Lang spoke with, so full of love and affection and devotion, he could hardly bear it.

It was still difficult for him to fully believe and feel that someone truly cares for and loves him so much, despite having been around him for so long, despite having known what he's done, and what he hasn't. Truly, what had he done to deserve someone like his San Lang?

And besides that, to be someone's beloved...

He was almost embarrassed by how thoroughly and easily he got flustered, but then, this was his husband, so he supposed it was alright.

He kept his tone light if a bit whiny, hands lowering as he leaned closer to him. "San Lang, you really can't say such things to an old man like me."

"And why not? It's only the truth, and his highness deserves nothing less than the truth."

...

He supposes they both needed to work on seeing themselves in a better way, .

"I suppose, but the same goes for you, San Lang. You mean so much to me, and I love you so much, more than anything else in this world. Ah, when we get home I'm going to spoil you so much, until I make you feel just as loved as you make me."

This time it was San Lang's turn to look away, a light blush dusting his cheeks, voice quiet. "Gege... that's hardly necessary, this one already feels loved just from you speaking to me."

"More loved then. Loved until he can't remember a time he wasn't."

A kiss, on his lips, on the corner of his mouth, on his cheek, "My San Lang, my husband, I love you so much, more than the stars love the night sky and the plants love this earth, and I don't want you feel loved any less than that."

San Lang was quiet for a moment, a smile appearing on his face a short bit after as he speaks, voice ever so slightly strained. "And gege calls me a flatterer. My words are nothing compared to yours."

He huffs a laugh at that, perking up slightly and pulling away just enough to direct the ox to the proper path to head into town.

He mentally added a few more things to his list of what they had to get, intent on spoiling them both. They deserved it after everything.

#slight disclaimer: i've only gotten as far as the donghua so some stuff might be a bit off lmao #this is also the first time i've written them so hopefully it's not too ooc ^^#tgcf #tian quan ci fu #天官赐福 #heaven official's blessing #heavens official blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #anyi writes #i hope i got the use of Xīngān right v embarrassing if not

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terriblelifechoices · 7 years

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Hi! Just letting you know that I've been having a rough month and reading+re-reading your fics (and comment fics! love the ones about the Graves kiddies/families and Graves' team in the cell lmao) has been a great stress reliever for me :) I really want to leave longer comments on your chapters but I think I'll only be able to do that when stuff gets better lol. For the time being, thank you for the lovely writings!

Hey, I’m really sorry you’re having a rough month. I’m glad reading the fic and comment fics helps relieve a little stress, though. Please don’t worry about comments! I hope things get better for you soon.

And just in case it helps, I thought maybe you’d enjoy more comment fic just for you. ;)

… This might actually need to be its own series of comment fic. The Graves Brood vs. Ilvermorny

Ilvermorny, Massachusetts, October 1944

“Do you know,” Professor Jauncey mused, “I am starting to think I should just create a Graves-specific form letter to send to your parents.” He sounded more wistful than anything else, as though the streamlined precision of a form letter would protect him from further Graves sibling antics.

Gawain was not sure why the headmaster thought a form letter would protect him, but he sympathized with the impulse.

Gawain loved his older siblings, but he was not blind to their faults. Individually, Galahad and Olwen could be a lot to handle. Together, they were terrifying.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, and meant it. He had no idea how to make Galahad and Olwen stop being Galahad and Olwen, and he was pretty sure the headmaster didn’t either. Gawain knew better than to try, but the headmaster didn’t seem to have figured that out yet.

Jauncey sighed. “I really think you mean that,” he said.

“Well,” Gawain said. “I’m not sorry about disrupting Professor Thompson’s class.”

The headmaster sighed again. “Of course you’re not. What are you sorry about, then?”

“Galahad and Olwen.”

Jauncey’s puzzled look went a bit strained around the edges. A lot of people had that reaction to Galahad and Olwen, especially once they met them. “What do Galahad and Olwen have to do with your disrupting Professor Thompson’s class?”

“Nothing sir,” said Gawain. “I’m just sorry they’ve …” He made a vague hand gesture designed to convey Galahad and Olwen’s essential Galahad-and-Olwen-ness. “Y’know. Set a precedent for how the Graves family behaves.”

Jauncey looked down his nose at Gawain. He had rather a lot of nose to look down, so it was a pretty impressive look. “A precedent that you seem determined to follow,” he observed.

Gawain felt that was unfair, and said so. “I am not! I’m not crazy,” he hastened to assure the headmaster. Galahad and Olwen were determined to follow Dad and Gwen and a lot of the Aunties and Uncles into MACUSA. Gawain was pretty sure MACUSA and the rest of wizarding America would be safer for it, but he also thought that anyone who wanted to be an Auror was just plain nuts. Anyone who voluntarily got chased and hexed and sometimes tortured by Dark wizards had to be off their rocker.

“Mr. Graves,” Jauncey said, repressive. “Fascinating as this discussion is, I am not going to debate the relative sanity of anyone in the Graves family with you.”

Gawain squinted at him. He was pretty sure that the headmaster had just implied that they were all nuts, but he wasn’t one hundred percent certain. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.

Probably not. He was already in enough trouble.

“Right, sir,” he said. “Sorry, sir.”

“Getting back to the matter at hand,” said Jauncey. “Why don’t you tell me, in your own words, what happened.”

Gawain resisted the urge to make a face. Dad liked that trick. So did Uncle John and Uncle Alex. It was an Auror thing. Asking people to tell you what happened in their own words put them at ease, and it also made them more likely to slip up and tell you more than they meant to.

Gawain had gotten wise to that trick when he was about seven.

“Professor Thompson was teaching us about healing potions,” Gawain said, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t thinking very carefully about what he was saying. “Today we were covering Pepper-Up, ‘cause we’re coming up on cold season, and he wanted to be preemptive. And then someone asked if he meant for us to test the potion on ourselves, and Professor Thompson said yes. And she said, that’s dangerous, sir, and he said, I assure you, Miss - Um.” Gawain gave the headmaster a slightly panicked look. He did not want to get Rosamund Weiss in trouble too. She hadn’t even done anything wrong, aside from point out that it was wrong to experiment on children. “Anyway,” he forged on. “He said, I assure you that if you brew the potion correctly, it’s not dangerous at all.

“Except, it kind of is,” Gawain said. “Because we’re students and we’re still learning, and I think Libby Frasier’s melted more cauldron’s than anyone else in Ilvermorny history, so her potion probably wouldn’t be safe to drink at all. And Uncle Robert says that you should never, ever test a potion that you’re not completely sure of. Especially not outside of a controlled laboratory setting,” he added, because Papa had a bizarre love of potions and he and Uncle Robert could go on about them for hours. “Uncle Robert has this whole speech about lab safety,” Gawain added. “I’ve heard it kind of a lot.”

Jauncey looked resigned. “Yes, I gathered. You seem to have it memorized.”

“Er,” said Gawain. “I didn’t really mean to give the lab safety speech,” he said. “It just kind of … happened.”

That part was the first out and out lie he’d told all day. Professor Thompson had turned an ugly look on Rosamund. Gawain knew that look. It was the look that said Rosamund would be the one to try Libby’s potion, regardless of how it turned out, and that he wouldn’t let her go to the infirmary afterwards, either.

Gawain hadn’t wanted Rosamund to be sick. The Weiss’ and the Graves’ were allies. Sort of. He didn’t think Dad and Director Weiss got along very well personally, but they had each other’s backs professionally and that seemed to be good enough for them. Grown-up’s were weird like that.

Also, Rosamund was really pretty. Gawain got kind of stupid around her sometimes. He couldn’t help it.

So he’d cleared his throat and said, “Actually, sir, Miss Weiss is absolutely correct. The dangers of cross-contamination alone present an unreasonable risk.”

Professor Thompson had stared at him. “Mr. Graves,” he’d said, in a tone that suggested that Gawain was twelve and therefore dumb. “Do you even know what cross-contamination means?”

“Contaminating one substance with another,” Gawain had said promptly. “It’s dangerous in a laboratory setting, or with food, if you have allergies. In a laboratory setting - especially a teaching one, like this one - you’ve no idea whether or not who used your workstation last cleaned it as well as they should have, so there’s a risk that your potion might be contaminated with whatever they were working on.”

“No one likes a know it all, Mr. Graves,” Thompson had drawled.

“Sorry, sir,” Gawain had said, obviously not sorry at all. “It’s just, shouldn’t we be taught the principles of lab safety? It’s important.”

Libby had raised her hand. “I’d kind of like to know the principles of lab safety,” she’d said.

“That’s because you’re dangerous,” Atticus Lee had said.

“Exactly,” Libby had said. “If there’s a way for me not to be dangerous in class, I want to know what it is.”

That had made a lot of sense to the rest of the class, and Gawain figured that was as good a time as any to launch into Uncle Robert’s Lab Safety Is Important And Here’s Why speech.

“You gave a twenty minute lecture on lab safety,” Jauncey said, drawing Gawain back into the present. “The other students took notes.”

Gawain rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “I might’ve been quoting Uncle Robert when I said there’d be a quiz.”

“And that just … happened,” said the headmaster.

“Yes?” Gawain ventured.

“Merlin’s beard,” said Jauncey. “It’s Galahad and the dueling club all over again.”

“Hey,” protested Gawain. “I’m not that bad.”

“Forgive me, Mr. Graves, but you and your brother have rather more in common than you think,” the headmaster said.

Rude, thought Gawain. He kept his mouth shut, though. Authority figures rarely wanted to know what you thought of their opinions.

“Please refrain from taking over your professor’s classes in the future,” Jauncey commanded.

“Yes, sir,” said Gawain.

“You will apologize to Professor Thompson,” the headmaster continued.

Since Jauncey didn’t say he had to be sincere, Gawain was willing to meet him halfway.

“Yes, sir,” Gawain said again.

“And you have two weeks of detention,” Jauncey finished.

“Yes, sir,” Gawain said.

Jauncey sighed. “You can go back to class,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” Gawain said.

“And Gawain?”

Gawain turned back at the door. “Sir?”

“We do, actually, have your safety in mind. I wish you’d trust that.”

If he really had their safety in mind, he’d have taken Gawain and Rosamund’s point and made sure that Professor Thompson didn’t make the students test improperly prepared potions on one another.

Gawain ducked his head, acknowledging the headmaster’s point.

He bet Galahad and Owen would have some ideas about how to deal with Professor Thompson, if the headmaster wouldn’t.

Terrifying wasn’t so bad, when it was on your side. And there was nothing the Graves siblings couldn’t do, as long as they did it together.

#my fic #comment fic #Possible 'verse #The Graves Brood #Gawain Graves #The Graves Brood vs. Ilvermorny

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