#Simon is studying Baz

[letraspal]

Studying with Baz

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Hal and Simon argue all the time about whether planes or cars are superior modes of transportation. It gets real intense when they start talking in mechanical engineering terms that none of the other Earth GLs understand. One time John dared to suggest that high speed rail is more efficient and better for city planning, and the two of them immediately punted him into the stratosphere.

[cattocavo]

A schmol update! Baz appeared!

I already spent 7 hours on it💀 i swear this was supposed to be a quick painting redraw but mate this is gonna end up taking me 14 hours probably…

[bi-functional]

Some Snowbaz Fanart I drew for a dear friend of mine.

Happy New Year Everybody :)

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

I have no proof for this BUT I think Smith Smith-Richards isn't a natural blondeish bronze, nor do I think he just "happened" to look like Simon, I think he deliberately modeled his appearance on Simon cause he's a cringey fan boy.

That's it.

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[larkral]

Happy Wednesday! Thanks for tagging me @blackberrysummerblog , @hushed-chorus & @facewithoutheart, truly DESPERATELY excited for everything you've all shared today. <3

As promised, I have been editing A Dangerous Affinity this week, and after a full re-read and some extremely kind words from a few of my writer friends who haven't laid eyes on these chapters (<3 <3 @petedavidsonscock), I'm feeling good about where they are and kind of thinking I'm going to...start posting again right away? 😱 Like, tomorrow? 🙈 Weekly. 😁 That's the plan.

Okay, so yeah. Uh, have some thirsty, swotty Baz (hopefully I haven't already shared this):

“I happen to enjoy learning, Snow,” I say. He grins across the table at me.  “It doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying it right now.���  “I also enjoy knowing that I���m a competent mage.” “Congratulations, you’re definitely a competent mage.” He splays his fingers out and shakes them around his face like a showgirl. It makes me laugh.  “Fine,” I say. “Was there something in particular you wanted to do instead of homework?”  “Well,” he smiles, it’s a beautiful, hopeful smile, tinged with youthful joy. And I know what he’s going to say. (I hope I know what he’s going to say.) (I want to hear him say it.) “I’d really like to kiss you again.”  Yeah, I’d like that too.  “You want to kiss me here?” I say, and I look behind me, into the stacks. Behind him, more of the same. “I was thinking we could… go back to my room?” his voice trails off as he completes the sentence. It sounds like such a line. Like the line that I always hoped he might feed me.  “Okay,” I say, edging towards inaudible. “Yeah.” 

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I hope everyone is having a lovely week. I'm maybe finally getting over the probably-it's-bronchitis my immunosuppressed ass has been fighting against for the past three weeks, so I'm feeling pretty good. Tags for words (if you want) and hugs (if you want) and taking a moment to feel the sun on your face (if you want, but seriously, consider this one obligatory) @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @cutestkilla @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @artsyunderstudy @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep​ @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum  @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission

[thebisexualwreckoning]

A little in-progress for you guys from my edge paint of wayward son! I’m actually surprised how well it’s turned out considering this my first time doing something without just solid edges

[emeryhall]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Also, thank you to @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for asking me this question too! ❤️ Here goes...

Only Creatures (88K, E)

The fic I just completed. I think this is my best plot with the possible exception of, well, see below. In the middle, I felt like I had so many balls in the air, I was afraid I wouldn't catch them all, or at least not gracefully, but I think I managed it. I've been working on my plots hinging on character choices. They walk through a door, the door shuts behind them, they cannot re-open it, and they change. I feel like I finally got it with this fic. And then there was the morning I woke up to find that @artsyunderstudy had drawn art for chapter 5 and my heart exploded. Except she kept drawing art and every time, I got to see my words come to life in the most beautiful way imaginable. Oh, oh! And then @monbons sewed me a little wings & tail Simon doll and Baz in his PJs, and I adore them ❤️❤️

Blood Sugar Sex Moony (63K, E)

The other contender for best plot. I think this is possibly my most creative fic. Sirius and Remus are both canon-compliant guerrilla soldiers from 1981 AND a goth-boy and star quarterback at a SoCal high school in the mid-90s. I wrote it for the 2023 @rsbigbang, which finally narrowed the wolfstar community down to a small enough group that I could make friends! It's also how I met @euripidestrousers who shaped this fic into what it became. And I was lucky enough to get the amazing artist @spikesteaseasalt as its illustrator.

A Little Bit Deadly (49K, E)

Derek Jeter. Need I say more? This fic was my introduction to the Carry On fandom, and that is reason alone for it to be one of my favorites. Y'all are a beautiful community of people who have been so kind and enthusiastic and welcoming. I'm delighted to be a part of you. ❤️ This fic was another one where I woke up from having posted the last chapter and found that @letraspal had made art - ART! And then she kept making art, including the glorious Mr. June. Derek Jeter was modeled on my amazing orange chonk who died, and every time I see Annie's drawings of him, it makes me cry a little. I feel like he gets to live on in this fic and Annie's art.

The Space Between (34K, M)

This is the first fic I wrote, having read absolutely zero fanfic. It was tagged entirely wrong, had a terrible summary, and only three kudos for, like, ages. But I had one enthusiastic reader who left me the kindest comments about my writing, and since then, it's gained its handful of fans who don't mind a little sadness. I still think it contains some of my prettiest writing, and I love the "behind the veil" space I created, which came out of my studies of Symbolist playwrights for my doctorate.

night after night, I let you eat me alive (8K, E)

Aka, my cannibalism fic. This one took me by surprise. I wrote this ridiculous short story because I needed a break from my Big Bang fic, then wondered if I should post it at all because I thought it was too out there. Happily, some of the RS/BB crew encouraged me because people love it. I love writing comedy, and I think this is the funniest thing I've written. But also, a sweet little fluffy love story - with a twist!

[orange-peony]

Thank you for tagging me @monbons and @leithillustration!

I've been working on one of my collabs for the CORBB. Here's a snippet (Simon's POV):

“Snow,” he says, as if in shock. As if my existence on a bus was something surprising. “Baz,” I reply. “Hi. Hello. Ho—how are you doing? Fancy seeing you here.” His eyes are so beautiful from up close. His eyelashes are ridiculously long. They even curl up at the end. “You mean on public transport in general or on this specific bus?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. “No, I-I-I…” I stutter, calling myself an idiot for not thinking about what I should have said should this occasion ever happen. I feel my face catching fire. I watch both of his eyebrows go up. “Do you often take this bus?” he asks, sounding nonchalant. “I—er…” “Every day,” Betty supplies, turning around and smiling at Baz. “He even helps me carry my bags, since we’re heading the same way. Simon is such a nice lad. I am Betty, by the way.” “How do you do, Betty,” Baz says, forever the gentleman (unless he’s talking to me). “I shall return to my knitting and leave you boys to talk,” she says pleasantly. Baz turns around and seems to study me for a long moment. My palms start sweating, and my breathing accelerates. Is he going to say something? Is he going to stop taking this bus?   “You smell like cinnamon,” he says instead. “And freshly baked bread.”

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[ashes-ink]

could you imagine being someone at watford during carry on?

in half your classes simon is smoking so much it’s making you sick, you can barely focus. baz is no where to be seen but the two of them have always been a packaged deal before…it’s strange without the spit wads and punches always been exchanged…

then baz is back! not that you care, you were just getting used to the relative silence (despite the humdrum’s attacks). you’re studying for midterms in the library and you are suddenly magically pulled to see simon outside fighting a dragon . with baz. as soon as the spell wears off, you go back inside. you’re sick of their drama and you have tests.

the fighting that had been a near constant for all of your watford years seems to be missing, you notice, being nostalgic about your last year. some crazy stuff seems to have happened, and simon and that girl he always hangs out with—penelope?—never came back. baz delivers a speech without once being interrupted by simon yelling about vampires. you’re idly wondering where exactly the chosen one could have gone after his prophecy had been fufilled, when you seeing baz-bloody-pitch DANCING with simon snow!! and then they KISS, in front of EVERYONE. you’re dumbfounded. their rivalry practically was the graduating year’s defining trait!

“what the actual fuck” you think to yourself

[monbons]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @messofthejess. Your snips have me so intrigued!

The final bell just rang at school, which means only two more days until I am out for break! Friends, I am dragging to the finish line and desperately need a nap. With that in mind, I’ll keep it brief.

Chapter 10 in The Boy Next Door is one of my favorites. Here is a somewhat long snip of Simon POV to make up for no snip on Sunday. It isn't particularly spoilery, but I popped it below the cut just in case.

If Baz in his loungewear is a supermodel on their day off, Baz in clothing that not only fits but hugs his body is, as Agatha so eloquently put it, a literal dream. He looks like the leading man in a film, on his way to collect a BAFTA. Absolutely stunning. Absolutely mine. “I can’t believe you're my boyfriend.” The words slip out, unbidden.  “It isn’t too much?” Baz fusses with the buttons on his shirt. He keeps fastening and unfastening the top two, unable to decide what he likes. I take his hands and hold them still. We leave them unfastened.  “You could never be too much.” I lift his palm to my lips and kiss it. “You’re gorgeous.” “It feels a bit silly to have such nice things, given no one will ever see them.” Baz slides out of my grasp, turning to the full-length mirror attached to the inside of his wardrobe door. He studies his reflection. “I’m not no one.” I wrap my hands around Baz’s hips, digging my fingertips into him. I’ve been dying to touch him there, right where his angles become curves.  Baz meets my gaze in the mirror. “You like this?” “I can’t get enough.” I brush his hair aside and fit my teeth to his neck.

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[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Simon and Agathas relationship is super interesting to me cause they mirror each other a lot. They both cope with depression and ptsd the same way: being unresponsive lumps, going flight mode where they ditch their old lives and try to start over as Normals, ghosting Baz and Penny and Ginger, and genuinely believing that they mean so little to those people they won't miss them anyway. Taking up drinking and smoking, etc. But both are really capable and well liked, they just don't/can't see it. Simon taking Agathas clothes sort of felt like in some ways reinforcing this idea that Simon wants to be like Agatha. I think he sees Agatha as a sort of approachable role model/big sister in a way. Both of them were forced to act out others expectations and then both of them had to buck those expectations when they realised they couldnt fill those roles. I think its significant that Simon models his growing pains of casting off the WOM expectations on Agathas. Just some thoughts on it.

Also shout out again to @carryonvisinata for getting us all to think more deeply about the characters povs

I don’t have the inclination to dig for the book quotes right now, but to add on @ionlydrinkhotwater sharing examples of Simon being unreliable and contradicting himself – there are MANY, but one that I was thinking about recently (because I was thinking about the illusions he convinces himself of that one has to take a face value or not really pay attention to believe he ever really liked Agatha in a non-platonic way): Simon tells you “I’m dating a person I totally always wanted to date” and then gives an “example” to support his point. 

But the example betrays him. He’s like “I always wanted her because she’s so beautiful” but in the actual memory, he doesn’t show that he wants her – absolutely nothing he says is indicative of (sexual) attraction or desire – he shows that he wants to be like her. He looks at her beauty and all this does it’s making him wonder “how does it feel like to be that beautiful? I want to like that too, I want the things I believe beauty can give you”– this is telling you something about Simon’s self-image and his terrible self-esteem, rather than his romantic inclinations (it’s when he’s letting Baz consume all his thoughts when you find him sliping into Romance and Attraction without even realizing!). Very tellingly he projects strength and some kind of invulnerability into beauty – he feels ugly and touched. And then he says “even sitting next to her makes you feel illuminated, imagined how dating her feels like” – first of all, he’s using superficial closeness as his example. Second: this is directly contradicted when she breaks up and Simon “slips” again. 

“Dating her makes you feel illuminated” he says. One would assume this means happiness (or a good and positive emotional state). But when Simon talks about how his life “will finally begin” when the HEA arrives, he’s telling you that being with Agatha makes him miserable. It has been making him miserable all along! He’s telling you he’s unhappy and dissatisfied! Iluminated my ass! (But he’s been telling himself that if he holds on it will magically “fix itself” in that distant abstract future.)

[missbliss12]

...Part 2 of the illustrations for my twin sister's big Simon Snow fic! Which you can now read on AO3! (It's wonderful and you should read it.)

Here's the synopsis! (The link is in the title - simply click it to read)

Enemies Closer (The Magickal School-Life of Simon Snow and Baz Pitch)

Of all the things I expect my father to tell me when we convene in his study, it very much isn’t, “The Old Families want you to befriend the Chosen One.”

A COMPLETED fic of Simon and Baz’s eight years together at Watford with one fundamental change to their relationship: what if eleven-year-old Baz had been instructed to be Simon’s friend instead of his enemy? (Answer: much the same initial antagonistic relationship that becomes a slow-burning and character-defining romance.)

Includes lots of magickal worldbuilding that fill in the gaps of their missing years at Watford, their coming-of-age stories, and their eventual love story.

Covers Simon Snow and the Mage’s Heir (year 1) through Carry On (year 8).

[philaet0s]

Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 12

Previous Part: Part 11

Next Part: Part 13

So, what happened on August 4th? ;)

Simon

I’m not surprised when Baz approaches me and says he has something he wants to show me. He’s been eyeing me weirdly all day. I knew he was hiding something…

I follow him to his study. It’s one of the nicest rooms in our flat, and definitely the one I spend the least time in. He never truly forbade me from coming here, even when he’s away on tour, but everything about that room is so… Baz. It’s his place. It’d feel wrong intruding on it. 

Still, I always love having a chance to come inside it. One of the walls is completely covered by bookshelves, that are so full I’m surprised they still hold up. There are books piled on tops of other books everywhere, and yet, somehow, he still always has room for new ones, without ever getting rid of any of them. The wall that is opposite the door has a large window that lets in tons of natural light and that. On a summer evening such as this, the setting sun paints the room in golden hues.

Against the last wall, there is a vinyl shelf, as full as Baz’s bookshelf, and topped with a record player that cost a fortune. There’s also a desk, with a monitor, tower, and very good speakers. And Baz’s macbook. Because in spite of the other equipment, he remains faithful to the laptop that got him through uni. It’s his longest relationship, I might get jealous one day.

Obviously, all of Baz’s stuff is wonderful, and some people would probably delight in the selection of books and vinyls, but my favourite element in this room is absolutely none of that. It’s the couch in the middle of it. A gorgeous piece of furniture, in dark green velvet, and the most comfortable sofa ever. Baz knows how much I love it so he bought the same one for our living room, but somehow, it’s different.

Naturally, the first thing I do when coming inside the room is sprawl on the couch. It makes Baz smile.

“So,” I say. “What did you want to show me?”

“It’s on my computer,” he explains, as he bends over his desk chair to type something on the keyboard. “I’ve reworked the song I played for you on your birthday.”

I perk up.

“Oh? And we’re listening to it here, not at the studio?”

“I don’t feel like going all the way to the studio, if I’m honest. Don’t want to change out of my inside clothes,” he says with a chuckle.

I give him a long, appreciative look. His inside clothes are a simple t-shirt, too large for him, and an old pair of football shorts. I love when he wears his football shorts. They make his legs look even longer. They make his arse look phenomenal too but sadly the shirt hides that.

I get up from the couch and walk behind him until I can put my arms around his waist. I lean down to kiss his shoulder. 

“Fair. I don’t really want to leave the house either, to be honest.”

“We’re so boring. And lazy.”

“You’re on a world tour and I wake up at 3 every morning to go to work, we’re allowed to be a bit lazy.”

“Hm, you’re right. Ah, there it is.”

He clicks on a file named ‘Point of View (After Midnight Version)’. I hadn’t even asked the title of the song last time… 

He straightens his back, so I line my body up with his and press my cheek between his shoulder blades to hold him close. 

The beginning of the song is the same, I think. I’ve only heard it once over a month ago so I don’t remember it very well, but I’m not hearing anything particularly striking.

Until…

One of my hands flies up to my mouth. I gasp.

“Baz.”

His index finger is tapping on the desk. Not for the rhythm, this time. He’s nervous.

“I can’t believe… Fuck. That’s… so hot,” I whisper, as obscene sounds continue to play as background vocals for the chorus. It’s subtle, an echo, but it can definitely be heard. 

That has to be something he got from what he… recorded when we were at the studio. Jesus.

He pauses the song. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it or if you’d think it was… too much.”

I shake my head vigorously. He can’t see me but he must feel it.

“It’s not too much. I mean. It is. But in a good way. A really good way, darling. I… I love it,” I say, tightening my arms around him to let him know I’m truly not mad. 

My cheeks are burning. He used a recording of us fucking as background vocals for one of his songs. A song he wrote just for me. 

“We sound so… Do you still have the recording?”

He shifts in my arms to look at me. He’s cocking his damn eyebrow. He has no business looking hot like that.

“Why?”

“Why do you think? I want to listen to it.”

“You want to listen to…”

“Us fucking? Yes, Basilton, of course I do. You can’t be having all the fun.”

He laughs, softly, and oh God, that sound is just as good as those he put on his song.

“I still have it, yes.”

“Good.”

I let go of him and step back. I need a moment to cool down before he plays the recording. I’m not going to cool down with him in my arms. I rub my hands along the side of my thighs and take a breath. I can’t fucking believe him. How can he still surprise me?

“I found it. If you still want to…”

“Yes.”

When I look at him, I notice that he’s flushing. Embarrassment or arousal, I couldn’t say.

He presses play. I will myself to stay away from him, as tempting as it is to hold him again. 

I close my eyes and listen.

He forwards the recording. How many times did he listen to it to know when to forward it? When it starts playing again, I hear him. Familiar sounds that bring a smile to my lips. They sound different, though. The pitch of his voice is always a little different in recordings, and the sounds are at the same time more distant and more clear than when he’s making them live.

It’s also strange hearing Baz moaning when I’m standing in a middle of a room, fully clothed, and not in bed with him. Strange but not unpleasant. I can focus on it more. 

The strangest part, however, is hearing myself. That’s not something I usually focus on at all. It’s slightly embarrassing. I prefer the sounds Baz makes. They’re hotter. I wonder if he thinks the opposite. Hearing myself really does make me experience it from his ‘point of view’...

It’s a surprisingly long recording. If you’d asked me, then I probably would have told you I didn’t last more than 5 minutes –I hadn’t seen him in a while. After a bit, as enjoyable as it is, I get a little bored, so I open my eyes and look at Baz. That should keep me entertained for a minute.

His butt is on the edge of his desk but he’s not properly sitting down on it, his feet still firmly planted on the floor. His hands are holding the desk on either side of his body. His eyes are closed and his head low. It bobs as he listens to the recording. To us.

He’s hard.

Watching him is not nearly enough.

I close the distance between us. I know he’s heard me, but he doesn’t open his eyes. I slide my hands up his thighs until I can close my hands around his hips. I slot my body between his legs and pull him closer.

He opens his eyes. His pupils are wide.

“Simon,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry, so different from the loud, uncontrolled sounds he’s making on the recording.

“I want to hear you for real.”

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

OK I just want to share this incredible insight from the BRILLIANT @carryonvisinata who showed me this gem.

We see you @rainbowrowell this is so clever in showing us that Simon's perception of himself is super unreliable

Sure Simon you're bad at double entendres and words and then within a paragraph make a double entendre and spend 3 books using beautiful words 😑

[larkral]

Oh hello again! Twice in one week? I KNOW! Thanks for the tags @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @mooncello

@run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire and @monbons !!! Such an active week. I love it! Excited to read the COBB stuff that's coming out, and VERY enticed by many snippets and arts being posted right now!

So, this week has been a lot, BUT I did some crafting AND I started writing my Firstprince Soulmate BS. It is now over a thousand words? I don't know. My brain works in mysterious ways. My crafting is making a lampshade. I don't know, because I am very particular about what I like? Steps one and two of about a thousand steps on the current project I'm working on, but that's more than zero!

I've also done some work on Simon's two mums this week, though not quite as much as the Firstprince soulmates. So. Have six sentences of each:

Finally (already, always):

At lunch, after I sit down, Baz sits opposite me. He grits his teeth.  "Thank you," he says. Then into his water glass, he mutters, "Sorry." "Yeah," is all I can get out.  Penny sits down and doesn't say anything about it.

First Prince Soulmates BS:

 "Sorry, I'm only used to dressing like this at fundraising galas for the British Ornithological Society." "Of course," Alex volleys back, "The natural habitat of duck jokes." She laughs again, the column of her neck elongating as her head tilts back in delight, and Alex wonders if there might be at least one upside to having to attend The Royal Wedding.  He wonders if there's any way he can ask her if she intends to continue studying the annual coloration changes in the Gadwall remicle as they relate to anatidae seasonal monogamy and whether she thinks there's really an evolutionary path by which that's related to the wrist banding mark in humans. You know, without revealing himself as both a soulmate freak and a duck sex freak. There definitely isn't.

I promise there's a good explanation for why I've made Alex someone who knows all about duck sex, even though it may never appear on screen.

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I don't know who to tag for firstprince other than the folks I've already tagged for first prince and @kiwiana-writes, so consider yourself tagged in if you're a firstprince Six Sentence Sunday person.

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