#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 :)

[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

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Can I just say how sweet it was that when Baz and Simon talk about Parents in Snow for Christmas, Simon doesn't think about the Mage or Lucy admittedly, but his mind went straight to Ruth and of the jobs he's considering following in his Grandpas footsteps is one of them I just think it's so adorable that he has fully embraced the Salisburys as his family he's establishing roots 🩷🧡🖤🩶🩷🧡🖤🩶🩷🧡🖤🩶

He talks about his conversations with Gareth and can now remember Watford more fondly now that he knows he always belonged there. He is more concerned with Baz being accepted and getting his lil siblings to like him but he wasn't concerned with how the adults thought of him and even defended his choices in looking for what he wants to do as a job.

I just really loved Simon's growth in SFC and while he is not 'cured' and like Baz dealing with the details of his mother's death and the first time his fangs come in it takes years after the event for him to think about it and tell us the audience about it. It may take years down the line for Simon to talk/think about his past and the things that happened to him, hid mother and his family but SFC made it so hopeful and he and Bazs support of each other was so lovely.

[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

[skeedelvee]

Carry On Countdown Day 21 - WLW

For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3

For todays prompt I've gone with all fem!snowbaz fics

Going Bananas by @ileadacharmedlife

Rated T, 3,754 words

Baz's girlfriend hires a singing banana messenger to propose to Baz in a cute way. The proposal isn't cute, but the girl delivering the message is.

watch me by @adamarks

Rated M, 2,566 words

It was when I saw her curled up in her stupid shitty silk pajamas, humming because she didn’t notice me there, and softly giggling to herself over a gossip magazine that I realized I didn’t actually hate her.  I was confused for a week.

Right Where I Want by @starwarned

Rated E, 7,330 words

We were trying to watch a movie, but ten minutes in, Baz decided she’d rather wreak havoc on my nerves.

Let Me In Through the Window by @starwarned

Rated E, 9,287 words

Simon and Baz frustrate each other to no end. Especially sexually.

study break by @pipsqueakparker

Rated E, 1,502 words

Snow’s face flushes when I say it, and I graze the back of my knuckles over her cheek. She’s got no right to look as fucking delicious as she does right now, she’s just wearing a worn pair of joggers and a Watford football jersey. My Watford football jersey. She fills it out better than me, with her rounded shoulders and thicker build. She’s stretched out across her bed, between my legs, and I swear I can hear her heartbeat pick up as I trace my fingers along her jaw. She’s so beautiful, blue eyes staring up at me and her freckled skin warm and pink. We were being productive, working on our assignments. Well, I was. -- AKA, The One Where Fem!Snowbaz Gets LowKey Frisky

✨Gratuitous self recs✨

Tail Tale (Fem Remix) by me! @skeedelvee

Rated M, 378 words

A poem in the perspective of Simon's tail (but this time it's fem)

The Other Kind of Magic Wand by me! @skeedelvee

Rated E, 2,357 words

Why the fuck does Baz have a 2nd wand? Simone finds a "magic wand" under Baz's bed and immediately thinks she's plotting. Maybe she needs a demonstration to see what kind of magic it can actually do?

Special shoutout to:

Femslash in the Simon Snow Fandom: a Meta by @ileadacharmedlife

Rated G, 1,916 words

A summary of the major F/F ships in the Simon Snow fandom, and statistics about F/F fics in this fandom, and some general discussion about sapphic Carry On fics

If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it

Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3

@carryon-countdown

[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.”

[vampire-named-gampire]

COC day 16 - Punk

I've been waiting for this one! This is from my unpublished music AU Heartstrings, where Simon is in a punk band. No Baz in this snippet (he does come to Simon's show eventually, but let's save this moment for when the fic is actually out) but there are Simon's band members. I feel like this is the first time I actually managed to write OCs in a way that I'm happy with, which is part of why I'm so excited about this fic. This was beta-ed by the lovely @aristocratic-otter

900 words + I made the band using this picrew

(one of the characters uses she/they pronouns so do not be puzzled by the pronoun jumble in this text)

@carryon-countdown

SIMON

“Ow!” I move away from Bree’s eyeliner pencil.

“Stop moving!” Bree orders me impatiently, grabbing my face and making me hold still. “The less you move the quicker this will be over.”

I try not to squirm as they apply eyeliner under my eye, wondering for the hundredth time why I agreed to do this in the first place. It’s not like anyone’s going to see “how much it makes my eyes pop” if I’m sitting behind the drums. But every now and then, Bree manages to talk me into eyeliner, and unfortunately tonight she was successful.

“There, all done!” Bree pulls back, admiring their work. “It really makes your eyes pop.”

“Simon,” our manager, Jack, walks over, handing me my in-ear monitors. “Stage in 15 minutes, everyone!”

From the other corner of the changing room, Andre whoops. I fuss with my in-ears, clipping the antenna to the back of my trousers and snaking the wires up underneath my shirt. My drumsticks are on the table in the centre of the room and I grab them, flipping them over in my hand. Our stagehand, Phillip, has already put all the extra drumsticks by my drum set, so there’s nothing left for me to do but warm up and wait for us to be called to the stage.

I look around the changing room. Andre and Sebastian are both warming up on their guitars and Bree is getting the strap of her bass adjusted by Jack. We always manage to make the changing room incredibly messy between soundcheck and the actual show, but it’s mainly Bree’s makeup and clothes. Bree studies fashion and is basically a pre-show stylist for us all (especially me). Sebastian manages most of our finances and social media, because he’s already so well versed in it from being a tattoo artist. I usually help out the most in the studio, because I took an audio production elective when I was still at Watford. And we all say Andre is the one who’s eventually going to get us into some bad press the next time they catch him arguing with coppers or pissing in the Thames (or arguing with coppers about pissing in the Thames). We all have our job in the band, kinda. I like that. It gives us structure. And we’re not famous enough to be able to afford a lot of crew. 

I go into the corridor, as there’s no space in the changing room and start tapping some rhythms against the wall with my drumsticks. I’ve already done some warm-ups before Bree started their eyeliner campaign, so I’m feeling quite good before going on stage.

Well, I feel fucking terrified. But I always do. No amount of performing ever helps with my pre-show jitters—I’ve just gotten used to it. The first five seconds between walking out and sitting behind your instrument are the most nerve-wracking; after that,  it’s okay. Once I sit down, I know what to do.

“Simon, it’s time.” Jack steps out of the changing room to fetch me.  The rest of the band is already standing in a circle in the middle of the room. Sebastian waves at me as I enter and I huddle under his arm.

“Alright, boys and esteemed enbies,” Andre starts. “Remember, we’re announcing the tour tonight. Also, this stage is a little smaller, so we’ll just have to love each other a little more than usual tonight. It would be ideal if nobody fell into Simon’s drums this time, but if you feel the urge, who am I to stop you?”

We all laugh. Andre’s pre-show speeches are always ridiculous. And I don’t think Sebastian is ever going to live down accidentally tripping against my drum set the last time we played in this venue.

“Okay, let’s crush this. Chosen ones!”

“Chosen ones!” we all repeat. I tuck in my in-ear monitors as we exit the changing room and walk down the corridor towards the stage. Our opening starts playing on the speakers and I can hear the crowd cheering. My heart starts beating faster.

We line up to take the stage, me first, and I can feel Sebastian behind me clap my shoulder. I take a deep breath. Now that we’re behind the stage, I can feel the crowd, not just hear it. I can feel its pulse, its heat and I try to take in its energy instead of letting my own nerves swallow me whole.

“Three, two, one…” Jack sounds in my in-ear monitors. “Simon, enter.”

I run onto the stage just as the spotlights turn on and the crowd goes wild. I raise my hands to greet them, and then sit down behind the drums.

Okay, the most terrifying moment is over now. I take in the crowd. The Cloisters is a tiny venue, but it’s filled wall-to-wall now, fuller than I’ve ever seen it. I can see Shepard, Penny’s boyfriend, in the pit between the stage and the barrier, taking pictures with his camera. I know Penny is also somewhere in the back, manning the merch table.

I watch as the other band members come on stage, Sebastian, Bree, and lastly Andre, who garners the biggest applause. We launch right into our first song, Your attention please. I can feel all my nerves leaving my body now that I can finally play, and I allow myself to get lost in the adrenaline of it all. And no one even trips against my drum set this time.

***

OC pics!

Andre (vocals/guitar/shenanigans)

Sebastian (guitar/social media/half of Andre's tattoos)

Bree (bass/fashion/Irish)

Simon but he has a mullet (sue me) (drums/audio production/unrecognized piano talent)

[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.

Tags under the cut!

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.

Also tagging my usual Simon Snow crew: @stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission

@cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb

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heart study #1 (chamber by chamber), 2023

pearl cotton and six strand floss on cotton

[a little snowbaz project because that one line just lives in my head rent free since i first read it. all my love and gratitude to bee who did not even hesitate when i asked ‘hey if baz and simon were colours what would they be,’ and to starry and leo who talked me through the many stages of the tying and braiding and binding phase of this piece]

detail shots under the cut because i just love how dynamic this piece can be 👇

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Thanks to @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersworld, @valeffelees, @confused-bi-queer, & @rimeswithpurple for the tags ❤️ lovely to see your works today/always/even when I don’t have the bandwidth to engage as deeply as I’d like.

I’ve been fighting my @erotic-grope-fest piece for several days now but I think I’m finally winning the battle (😘😘 to @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon & @raenestee for being my cheerleaders/plot-pickers).

This piece is highly convoluted, with Baz trapped in the coffin and experiencing five different hallucinations that are meant to be AUs of popular films…except I’m shipping the wrong couple. Also I have to balance three main tasks: the main arc which is a study of the way Simon reacts to Baz in the Open Sesame scene, the individual arcs of each separate AU, and the woven thread of Baz being in the coffin/fighting to decipher between reality and fantasy. Oh, also smut in every AU. So four tasks. WHOOPS. I’m having fun stretching my writing muscles though so I don’t regret it one bit.

Snippet under the break if you prefer to avoid spoilers:

Blue eyes. Bronze curls. Simon Snow, haloed in yellow light, standing as I catch my feet in this new room, this new hallucination. His chair makes an inelegant screeching noise that contradicts the grandeur of the room in which I now find myself.

I brace myself for Simon’s reaction, my heart beating a hummingbird’s flight in my chest.

“Him?” Simon scoffs.

I barely suppress a sigh at the hard reset. Lovely. We’re to be antagonists again. At least we’re well-dressed antagonists. No jean shorts or flannel this time. Simon’s looking particularly resplendent in a tailored, white waistcoat that highlights his broad chest, a blacker-than-black tailcoat with silk-faced lapels. His curls are slicked back. He looks like money, wealth and privilege.

(I can still taste him on my tongue.)

Tagging a few peeps to spread the joy: @cutestkilla, @palimpsessed, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @raenestee, @ic3-que3n, @alexalexinii, @shemakesmeforget, @stardustasincocaine, @martsonmars, @stitchyqueer, @run-for-chamo-miles, @best--dress, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @moodandmist, @forabeatofadrum & @whatevertheweather