a fic by me for the @carry-on-au-fest (CO AU fest post here)
rating: T
Chapters: 2/6
Words: 3455/~15k
tags: superhero au (but more like ex-superhero AU); Batman AU; but more like life after Batman; Penelope Bunce is a Good Friend; Baz Pitch is Not the Joker; mentions of drinking and depression; non magical AU; despite this it is in fact a getting together meet-cute
based on this comic
Summary: Simon’s in his thirties and suddenly unemployed. His old job had its downsides, but he felt useful, full of purpose—and he didn’t have to worry about pesky things like making more than one friend, or minding his personal safety, or even picking out his own clothes (the uniform might have been the best part). Now he’s adrift, and he can’t even talk about it—revealing even an ex-Batman’s secret identity comes with some pretty hefty penalties, after all. But that shouldn’t be a problem—who’s he gonna tell, anyway?
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thank you to @monbons and @bookish-bogwitch for the beta read! and thank you to @monbons for my gorgeous banner!
thank you to the mods of this super fun fest! more chapters to come when the fest is over.
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I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying!!!
thank you for the tag @monbons! I'm so excited for your dolls and I can't wait to see your countdown!
I just got back from the beach where I got nothing done, but I saw family and that kept me very busy. I have a hot summer goal of getting a fic posted before the end of summer, because it's summer-themed. I can do this! But send me your best ice-cream-cone, sunshine, sand-and-sunscreen summer vibes just in case.
Tags and a snippet below the cut.
I know I haven’t known Simon long, but I’m taken aback by his tone. He stressed to me that we have to be polite to customers, that it’s a Snow’s Ice Cream Tradition---friendly service and all that. And also, like I said, Simon seems like a real surfer dude, very laid back. But right now he sounds like he wants to punch this guy in the face.
“Um…what can I get you?” I say, floundering, as Simon and Fancy Sunglasses keep staring at each other. My first customer, and I’m already screwing up!
“Ring him up first,” Simon repeats angrily.
“But why?” I whisper. “You said ring people up after they get their cone!”
“Not him!”
“It’s fine,” Fancy Sunglasses says to me. “I’ll pay.”
He looks at the list for a long time, longer than I’d expect someone to need to, while Simon huffs impatiently beside me.
“If you don’t mind, my break is coming up,” Simon finally growls.
“I can handle this if you need to take your break,” I offer.
“No,” they both say in unison, and Simon goes back to glaring.
Friends, I just got back from vacation and this is my last week of freedom before the school year begins anew. Please enjoy this image of SnowBaz on vacation with me.
Simon's outfit has been blurred for modesty. (Also, it would be a spoiler for what exactly I am doing for COC...)
Speaking of COC, an update below the cut!
I had big plans for my sewing this summer, and sadly, I fell short. BUT! In the spirit of accountability, here is a by-the-numbers of what I have accomplished.
Finished doll count: 24
This number hasn't changed, mostly because it reflects two sets of dolls: those that are fully done (assembled, dressed, photographed, and simply waiting on prompts to post), as well as dolls that are near done (waiting on a prop, shoes, or finished outfits). I am slowly moving dolls from near done to fully done.
Doll bits: 14
This number has climbed the most! It represents dolls that exist in whole or (more likely) in pieces, and have not yet made progress towards a completed scene in any real way. (See my pile of Simon pieces become a pile of Simon parts below!)
Dolls still left to make: too many (cries forever).
Realistically? I need a minimum of 23 to hit the 60 dolls target I set so I can have a pair for each day of COC, but given that my scene ideas keep evolving (aka getting more complicated), that number feels low.
In any case, for the sake of comparison and to put into context what a ridiculous feat this is all going to be: in 2024, across the whole year, I made 32 dolls. Then, in 2025, once again across the whole year, I made a grand total of 36 dolls. Both these totals include every single post from EGF (usually my first post of the year) through to COC (always my last series of posts). This year, I've made 26 dolls unrelated to my COC project in the first half of the year (some are duplicates... like I made three sets of these). Still, even if I don't finish COC, I've already doubled my usual yearly total. That's wild. And hopefully worth it. It's been so much work y'all!
Here's to one more week of letting my hobbies reign completely unchecked before I have to be an adult again. In the meantime, the doll factory would love to hear what you all have been up to!
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It Don't Mean a Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing [T, 10/10] by Soferet_Autistit - fic complete!
Baz needs to study, but Simon is too distracting. When they see see a school club demonstrating Lindy Hop (swing dancing) on campus, Baz is determined to set Simon up with a new hobby.
Lindy Hop isn't ballroom. It isn't like any dance Baz has done before, and before they know it, Simon's found something he's better at than Baz and an activity and community where his neurodivergent brain actually fits in. As he watches Simon blossom, what will it take for Baz to admit he's in a tailspin?
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Upstairs Kevin Is Actually For Real The World's Most Perfect Betta Fish
So for those of you not familiar with my recent descent into fishkeeping, about 2 months ago a friend of mine who does Hazardous Waste cleanup (specifically cleaning up hazardous places like meth labs) called me up and asked:
"You have fish, right?"
"...Why?" I asked, having become aware that the Fish Distribution System is even more aggressive than the cat one.
"I found a fish in the back of an abandoned trap house. Alive." She clarified.
I could feel my fate settling upon my soul.
"...Send me a pic so I can ID the species and I'll see what I can do."
She sent me a picture of a small purplish squiggle in six inches of fetid green muck. But when I arrived to collect the sludge creature he turned out to look like this:
He's difficult to photograph in focus, but he's a deep wine-dark creature with an iridescent blue sheen. The red patches on his fins mirror where the fins of a Plakat/wild Betta splendens would be, and the rest of his fins are a ghostly shimmering white. This fish was in six inches of toxic green shit.
Naturally, he needed the finest tank I could put together that afternoon.
I think I did alright.
He's so fucking cute. He always swims up to watch when anyone approaches. I've got him trained to do a little dance when I feed him. He likes watching me doing anything in front of his tank.
That's all actually pretty typical of Bettas- they're very intelligent and curious creatures and like learning, which is more than I can say for some of my relatives.
Where Upstairs Kevin (so named because his tank is in my upstairs bathroom) really shines is that a lot of Bettas are... Not sociable. They often eat shrimp, attack other fish in their tank (or get stressed out of they can't commit enough violence to maintain their personal space) or constantly harass and nip the snails in their tanks. Most Bettas are genuinely happier being alone.
Kevin fucking loves his snail (Bluebert) and will shimmy as fast as he can over whenever Bluebert falls off something (it's fine, this is a normal way for mystery snails to get from one place to another).
When I had my Nego D'Aguas in the holding tank, I had to put three of the smallest ones in with him because they were being harassed in the small tank, and he was a perfect gentleman with them. He was trying very hard to shoal with them, but they're very zippy. He was visibly upset (lethargic, dulled colors) when I moved them back to the big tank.
Today was the real acid test: I'm going to move him from his 5 gallon to the 10 gallon so I can use the 5 as a hospital/spare plants tank, and I needed to know if I could have shrimp in with him. Even Betta that are cool with other fish can still see a shrimp and decide they're at the buffet. Unfortunately, there's no real way to know without putting shrimp in with the Betta.
So earlier today, I got half a dozen super-discounted Rilli shrimp (LFS has a massive overstock of them for some reason) and added them to his 5 gallon. There are a bunch of hiding places for shrimp in there and if he was aggressive with them I'd move him to the 10 gallon immediately (I don't want to do that just yet because I need to move the furniture around in there a bit).
Friends.
The shrimp are fully swimming in the open and Kevin is just following them around, curious, but only curious. No gill-flaring, no posturing, no lunges or snapping. Some of them are red, a color that normally triggers aggression in Bettas, and he's just. Hanging out, watching them eat biofilm off the moss. One of them accidentally landed on his head and stayed there for 3 seconds and he only went "???" Until it took off again.
My beautiful and perfect and son who is so kind and gentle with his tiny friends.
It's still Sunday here and I wanted to keep up with posting. Thank you to @thewholelemon for tagging me! Summer is winding down over here and I'm happy for the return to routine, but I'll miss the unstructured time with the Little Purples.
I'm still working on my chastity fic which currently has no working title. I'll take any and all suggestions. I've managed to write it entirely on my phone since most of my free time is spent carting the kids from place to place. Both kids are at camp this week, so I'm looking forward to not having to surreptitiously type on my phone and hope no one is looking over my shoulder. I've admitted to a few moms at the rink over margaritas that I write and illustrate fic, but none of them asked anything further.
I had to look back at an old Six Sentence Sunday post to find this banner and the last time I used it was when I was working on Beautiful Roaring Scream. I really love that fic and I'd really love to get back to that au one day.
Until then, here's some Simon and Baz on Facetime:
His eyebrow starts creeping up. “Snow, are you on my pillow?”
I shrug. “What if I am?”
“I'd want to know what you were doing on my side of the room.” He says with a smirk.
“You know I love the way you smell.” I say before turning my head to take a deep inhale of his pillow. “It gets me going.”
“Are you gonna start wanking with my dirty laundry?”
“Who says I haven't already?”
I flip to the rear facing camera and show the growing tent in my trackies.
"You're a menace."
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Thanks for tagging me last week @thewholelemon, @rimeswithpurple, @fiend-for-culture, @run-for-chamo-miles and @the-beard-of-edward-teach! I loved seeing all the amazing things you're working on!
I've finished my pinch hit fic for the jayvik RBB, and I'm still working on my collab with Pato (40k+ and going), but unfortunately I can't share anything from either until September.
In the meantime, I've started drafting my COC fic. I've had the mad idea of writing a fic that uses all the prompts with one chapter per day. I probably won't make it, but a woman can dream. Here's a little snippet:
“I bet you’re happy to see the back of me. Two blissful days without seeing my freckled face. Absolute paradise. A bed to yourself, so that you can spread out.”
“Snow.”
“And you get to eat on your own,” he continues, his cheeks flushing. “To go to bed without me keeping you up with my chatter.”
“Simon.” He stills, his blue eyes finally meeting mine. “You can come around. If you want.”
I've also been tinkering with the idea of a pregnancy jayvik fic.
“Do you?” Jayce asks, his voice low and tentative.
“Do I…what?” Viktor says, blinking.
“Want to have babies?” Jayce asks, wetting his lips. “A family.”
I have you, Viktor wants to say. You’re my family.
He knows Jayce considers him as such. He invites him to his mother’s house for every single celebration—Christmas, birthdays and Día de los Muertos—Viktor may not be a Talis by name, but he’s always invited to all of them.
He looks at Jayce, feeling his heart doing an odd little somersault in his chest as he confesses, “Yes. I…I would like to have my one family one day. To have a baby.”
