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Illustrated by @artsyunderstudy. A gift fic for @cutestkilla.
When Simon replays the night in his head—as he has done until the memory feels brittle around the edges—he always begins with the dip of the mattress, the slip of sheets against his pajamas (Baz’s pajamas), and the weight of blankets briefly lifted as Baz slid in beside him. Rolled to face him. Simon did what he had only recently come to learn he could do best with Baz (besides fight); he leaned in. Baz shut his eyes. They kissed.
* * *
It’s been twelve years since Simon last saw Baz. Twelve years since they kissed. Twelve years of wanting to unwind time back to that Christmas Eve. Twelve years and Simon sits in his classroom waiting for some posh little punk’s “very busy” father to pick him up from detention before the kid’s imperious bronze eyebrow raises right off his face.
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ok, I literally just gasped out loud seeing this new chapter alert! Sort of embarrassing but I’m going to own it. Chapter 1 was so great — text and art!
These historical ladies don't really have that many things in common except for the fact that they are all awesome and I love them very much
Finally got around to making a uquiz featuring six of my favourite women from history! You can either get someone from the French Revolution, Roman Republic (I know, how unexpected!) or from 1700s/early 1800s.
Featuring scientists, writers, politically active icons and a few poets whose lives were intertwined with theirs, as a treat!
this is a silly poll but im wondering. out of simon and baz who are you most attracted to? please note that this does not have to coincide with your fave. THIS IS ABOUT THE HOTNESS FACTOR.
GO.
which one of these guys is the hottest?
Simon
Baz
Equal hotness.
Neither? Listen. I just want them to smooch each other.
First of all, this is genius and the sound must be on. I have a lot of comments. This was a LOT of work. Not just the animation... but the lovely and adorable handmade creatures themselves. The staging and gathering of the miniatures used, all of it. A labor of love. I am so happy to Reblog and I hope more enjoy it. Thank you so much for sharing, pretty much reset my day.
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Hello hello happy Wednesday. I'm here to report that this fic (Fragile Bones) has me in a chokehold, and I've been writing every spare minute I've had since Saturday. Chapter 1 is with betas and the reviews so far are in all caps. Seems like a good sign.
Here's a little more of that.
“Seven snakes, that figures,” Dev grouses as he pushes up to his feet. “And on the one nice day we’ve had in two bloody weeks. Fuck.”
“Truly your life is a series of tragedies,” I drawl, my eyes locked on Snow as he leaps to action. Then on the blur of orange and red, smoke trailing behind it like a jet engine as it dives.
“I’m getting out of here,” Dev says. “You two as well, that thing could light the whole forest on fire.”
Snow’s sword is out, barely blocking the first attack from the firebird. A burst of sparks flies in his face at the impact, and he stumbles back, holding the defence. It’s clumsy. Slow. He’s never this slow.
There’s a tug at my sleeve. “Seriously, Baz, let’s go,” Niall says.
I finally stand. “No. Someone has to keep Snow in check.”
“And that’s you?” Dev asks. “Since when?”
“Those yews are ancient. Deep magick,” I say in explanation, already stalking toward the trees. It’s enough of a truth that Dev can’t argue against it. “Where the fuck is Bunce?”
“Fine!” Dev shouts after me as I break into a run.
Then, before I can do something I’ll regret—like taking his hand again, or pulling him into me, or smashing our faces together—Snow charges ahead again, running a lap around the rink, then another. I just chuckle to myself, keeping my pace, until he approaches me once more.
“How’d I do?” he asks, bumping his shoulder into mine, a cocky grin taking over his face.
“I’ve seen baby deer slip on the ice more gracefully than this.”
“Ha ha.” He tugs my hand out of my pocket, nestling it into his own warm palm. I let him, because I’m weak. “C’mon, Baz. Let’s dance.”
Alright friends! @ shrogurt is live on Instagram. We milkposted again. More writing is being done on IKABIKAM Ch. 12 but I’m approaching it a little more slowly than the grind of the past few.
Some textfic elements under the cut!
Simon POV, present:
Not long after midnight text notifications begin rolling in from people I haven’t spoken to in ages.
• Gareth (Watford): PITCH GAY ?
• Trixie Hob: not Pippa reporting that Basil Grimm-Pitch is gay??? Watford reunion when???
• Rhys Evans: I don’t have Basil’s number. I know you see him on the team, so would you mind telling him congratulations from me? Brave of him. Good lad.
• Oliver Woodward: 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 go solsbury!
• Gareth (Solsbury): Grimm-Pitch? More like Gay-Pitch lol did you hear????
Of course I heard, you dumbfuck. I’m his friend. I immediately block Solsbury Gareth’s number. I’m not sure why I hadn’t done it sooner. Or why everyone is texting me. The only response I care about is from Penny. Eventually, the notification comes through.
• Penny 🔮💜😈: [link] I’m assuming you already knew?
Hello hello! Coming in just under the Wednesday wire! But I just wrote this bit of chapter 9 of Depth of Reason and I thought I’d share
“But I’d like to take you out on a proper date, while we have a second to breathe. Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Simon Snow, are you trying to woo me?” He smirks at me.
“So what if I am, Pitch?” I tease. We’ve reached his stop, so I tug him to me, holding him close around the waist. Sod any worries I had about PDA. I’m going to kiss him, passerby be damned.
“You’ll have to bring your A-game,” he says, draping his arms over my shoulders. (I guess he doesn’t mind where we are, either.) “I’m quite the catch, you know.”
I lean in closer, ghosting my words over his lips. “Oh, I know.” I let our lips touch just slightly, giving him the option to make the next move. He doesn’t disappoint, pressing in. Cool and soft and perfect. Mine.
Good morning! Thank you for the tag, @valeffelees !
I'm deep in the Halloween costume crunch right now. I'm making an Elsa from Frozen 2 costume for Little Purple and I have even started on Littlest Purple's Spider Gwen costume. I do this to myself every year. The kids have to give me their final concept by September 1st, but I never start working on it until just before Halloween.
In my infinite wisdom, I decided that now would be a good time to pick up tambour beading. After a few YouTube videos and a lot of cursing, I got some pretty nice sleeve details for Elsa.
Even though it's a huge stress, I do really like making them costumes. I like having a well constructed garment at the end that can either go into regular wardrobe rotation or the dress up bin.
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Thank you so much to all of the lovely people who've been tagging me, I really appreciate seeing your work and having you think of me. I know a couple of people also tagged me for the fic ask game going around, but as I only have two published fics, it felt a bit weird to play along. I'm very touched that you thought of me though!
There's been quite a bit of life happening, and so much less writing. Unless you count the two paragraphs of angst I added to my crack fic last night. I'm still not sure that I do, except it's what came out when I sat down. Maybe it's a reaction to life, and opening the crack fic was the wrong move. Maybe it will be all the better for the detour. Time will tell...
I have managed to record two fics though. One for the podfest, and another just because it's one of my favourite little one shots that never fails to make me smile. Hopefully it will make others smile too. Here's a little excerpt of that:
I rather foolishly did not record the title or intro, so I still need to do that, and I hope that I can get the sound quality to match. It's all a learning curve, and that is apparently a good thing 😊
It's a pretty late posting, so consider these tags for Wednesday, or just because you're all awesome...
Thank you for the morning tag @aroace-genderfluid-sheep !!!
Happy Wednesday! I wrote a little since Sunday and I am JAZZED about it. I love making progress. LOVE. Sober is kinda coming off pretty dour so far, I realize, but actually it's not. Not completely anyway. It's also KINDA FUN. And also hopefully horny, I'm getting to that part soon. THANK GOD.
Anyway. Simon isn't trollied anymore but he's still precious. And delivering some sick burns.
Under the cut because it's long.
“You look like hell,” I say instead, rinsing the cup gingerly under the water. I’m careful not to dislodge more sparkles. (Dishwasher-safe, my arse.)
Snow frowns deeply as he watches my hands beneath the tap, like he resents me for ruining his cuppa with my clumsy feet. When he finally turns his attention to my face, though, his mouth quirks. Then he lets out an amused snort.
“You look like that guy. From that—” he raises both of his hands perfectly straight up, palms facing inward, and then tips them forward in a gesture. “‘Aliens …’”
“What?”
“The science-y guy. With the hair. Y’know.” He does it again. Gestures. “‘Aliens.’”
My mouth is hanging open. “I … are you talking about Lance Henriksen?”
His face scrunches and he chews on his lip before turning away from me abruptly, shoving his hand down between the cushions of the sofa to retrieve his mobile. I suppose we’re done chatting, then. Lance Henricksen isn’t the worst comparison, though he is middle-aged.
Do I look middle-aged?
“No,” Snow huffs at his mobile after a moment. Then he turns the screen toward me, like I should be able to see anything from this far across the room. It’s … I think it’s a meme. I can make out the big block of white text reading ‘ALIENS’.
Christ fucking almighty.
“Jesus, Baz, how old are you? I was talking about the Ancient Aliens guy, with the mad hair. And the—” he starts viciously shaking both hands. Bloody gesturing. “Trust you to jump directly to some obscure film reference.”
My face heats. I will not pat down my hair. I refuse.
“Alien isn’t an obscure film, Snow. And you’re hardly one to comment on the state of one’s hair.”
“‘One’s’,” he mimics petulantly as he starts patting down his curls, growling as his cheeks go ruddy. “Fuck off, Baz.”
(Also special thanks to @cutestkilla for unwittingly workshopping this banter with me, it truly would not be what it is without her.) (I, like Simon, also had no idea who Lance Henriksen was.)
Good morning! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. I am working hard on a big project right now and I'm so excited to share it with you but it'll be a little while! However I can share little bits of it. Here is a scene I never thought to draw because so many people have done it so well. The Ren Faire!
Just a sketch so don't worry Baz's florals will be there in the final. As well as the Master Sword. ♡ Enjoy this Simon in particular. I love him. So flirty and cocksure.
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I just posted chapter 8 of Depth of Reason last night! Thank you to everyone following this story. Whether you’re reading the fic or just vibing with the bits I share here, I appreciate you.
Here’s a bit from chapter 8. If you don’t know the premise, this is a canon divergent story where Simon is a social worker for the Department of Magickal Creature Management who gets a surprise when Baz is caught as an unregistered vampire and becomes one of his clients.
Am I being selfish? Can literally everyone else see how badly I want him? Is it unfair of me to feel this way, to try and keep him close, when we have a professional relationship we’re trying to maintain? I thought I was handling it. That I could spend time with him platonically while I wait for his case to be over but maybe I’m failing there, too.
I do my best through the rest of the party to keep busy. To engage in small talk. To laugh at jokes and keep up appearances but inside my head it's all doubts and endless questions. Merlin, I used to be better at not thinking so much. I used to just act. Sometimes I yearn to have that reckless bravado back.
Thank you for the tags this morning @leithillustration and @rimeswithpurple I love seeing your work!
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