#Simon x baz fanart

[mittenslikescats]

I wanted to try something a little different cuz I was bored (and we didn’t have wifi over the weekend) so I somewhat attempted to draw Simon and Baz as Sonic characters. I’m planning to do Penny and Agatha later

The original characters belong to @rainbowrowell

[moux-xe]

knight/prince snowbaz au because i can’t stop thinking abt them ever

[mirenjel]

Hi everyone!~ 🌸

It’s been a while since I last posted something about Simon and Baz haha.

I didn’t think that first post would recieve that much love since it was my first digital illustration and had mistakes I easily can recognize now a year ago. Still, you guys like it a lot, so I’m very greatful from the bottom of my heart 🥹🩷 I wanted to give better quality content this second time around, so I made a small comic. Haha.

I wanted to create an AU where magic and that all stuff didn’t exist—just normal school roommates. And also… with Simon falling first <3 uwu

I really hope you like it. Lots of love 🌸

[confused-bi-queer]

¿Quién quiere rosca?

¡Feliz Día de los Reyes Magos! A Mexican Tradition with its Mexican fanfic

Hello, friends. I am once again back with my Mexican SnowBaz.

During December, I noticed I could draw and I realized I could make Mexican prompts, so that’s what I’m doing.

Today is January 6th, and here in Mexico, we celebrate something that's kind of the equivalent of Christmas morning for some people, but it depends on the region of the country. For example, most of us don’t believe in Santa Claus (only the north does, like Monterrey which is in the border with US, next to Texas; I don’t know about the rest), but we do believe in “the Three Kings” or “the Magi”, which are entirely from Catholic/Christian lore. Jesus was born during Christmas, so after 12 days, the Three Kings come to give him gifts, so we Mexicans get those gifts today. You’re allowed to ask for 3 gifts (one per king) and we give the letter through a ballon we throw into the sky on the night of January 5th. Kids (and myself as well) are receiving their presents today.

Alongside that tradition, we have something called “la rosca de reyes”, or king’s bread or king’s wreath. It’s an oval orange bread with ate (quince jelly), fig, cherry and sugary bread. We cut this bread with our family and, inside the bread there are a few figurines of baby Jesus (nowadays, people put more things into the rosca, like the Kings or tamales), so if you cut your piece and you get the “niño” (child, baby, kid, whatever), on February 2nd, el día de la Calendaria, you’re in charge of making the tamales. Allegedly. And yesterday I learned why there are babies Jesus in the rosca: it’s a reference of how they had to hide Jesus so he wouldn’t get killed by Herodes. Insane.

This is one of my favorite festivities because it entails so many little traditions and because it’s very Mexican. And I wanted SnowBaz to have this memory because it’s something sweet. I wanted them to enjoy my culture, and I like sharing it.

I wrote something for the art I’ve made, and you can find it here down here:

BAZ

There is nothing that could make being awakened by yelling and the bed jumping a good thing. My eyes are heavy as I try to get them to open, but thankfully there is no light outside.

It’s not even morning yet.

I turn to Simon and hide myself on his neck, searching for his warmth, and shaking him awake.

“Your son is up,” I mumble, closing my eyes, relishing in Simon’s soft body.

“My son?”

“Wake up!” Ángel yells, too loudly for any kind of ears.

“Those early-riser-genes aren’t mine,” I groan.

Ángel lays down on top of both of us, his arms around our heads, and we decide to get up. Much against our wishes.

Simon sits down, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and Ángel grabs him by the shoulders, shaking him awake.

“The Kings came!” he yells, his smile as bright as his dad’s.

I smile as I get off the bed, putting on my dark blue slippers. I grab the closest robe, and as I wrap it around me, I notice it’s Simon’s. I turn back to find him putting my football Watford hoodie over his head, his wings guarded into it.

“I’m going down alone if you don’t hurry!” Ángel yells again, and he grabs Simon’s tail. “Dad!”

“We’re up, we’re up,” Simon says, standing up, letting Ángel pull him out of our bedroom.

As soon as Ángel’s out the door, he rushes to the stairs but doesn’t go downstairs. He smiles at us, jumping in his place.

“Hurry!”

Simon and I walk faster, climbing down the stairs, full of 3 gigantic framed pictures of our wedding, and a smaller one of Ángel’s newborn face with six different expressions in it. I like the one where he’s looking to the side; Simon and I were being silly to make him laugh for the photos.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, Ángel yells.

“Look, papá, it’s a sword! Like dad’s!” he screams, throwing himself to the floor.

He grabs the long, thin box with a plastic toy with the figure of a sword.

I turn to Simon, fake-smiling.

“The Magi brought our seven-year-old a sword,” I say through gritted teeth.

Simon smiles without taking his eyes off our kid, desacrating the box of the toy.

“Ángel asked for it,” he mumbles.

“Maybe Melchor should have asked Gaspar and Baltazar about it beforehand.”

Ángel jumps up and starts looking for scissors to get the sword off its container.

“Balthazar couldn’t have brought it to him,” Simon says. “He was too far away in the East.”

“Balthazar brought another gift. The kid has four.”

Simon looks at me then, eyes wide open in fear.

“What?”

It’s at that moment that Ángel notices it as well.

“The Magi brought me four gifts! That’s so cool!”

I force a smile as our kid looks up from his sitting position on the floor, a sword large enough to resemble Simon’s.

“Does this mean I’m getting four gifts every year?” he asks, eyes lit up with excitement.

Simon and I sit down slowly on the floor, next to Ángel.

“Maybe this year you behaved extra well,” Simon says. “We’ll see what they think next year, okay?”

“I’ll be super, extra, mega good!”

Simon kisses Ángel’s forehead.

“I’m sure you will.”

Maybe a kid with a plastic toy can make this day better.

SIMON

While Ángel’s showing Baz everything the Magi gave him this morning (I can hear everything from the kitchen since he's loud), I pull out the lid of the rosca for us three to be able to eat some for breakfast.

I’ll make some coffee for Baz and then I’ll give Ángel milk, and we’ll see who gets the baby. It’s not a rule for us to prepare tamales, but we do have some on February 2nd.

“Alright,” I call out. “¿Quién quiere rosca?”

[jacattackdraws]

it’s them

[mikiemcsmitty]

Simon Snow Carry On: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

(I drew this a couple of years ago but I'm reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell right now so I thought I'd post it)

[harriet13rjw]

The only time Simon doesn’t notice Baz is plotting, is when he actually is. :’)

I know it’s not the best… maybe someday I’ll perfect it…

[smol-cryptid]

Finally finished reading the Simon Snow trilogy like a week ago and I couldn’t stop thinking about them and I just had to draw Simon and Baz 🥺 can’t believe it took me til 2023 to read the third book and I had to reread the first two and mannn I really enjoyed the series 😭

[pawznacho]

SNOWBAZ wip :))

Carry on is really close to my heart, but i like wayward son too and nobody can change my mind

[paper-beats-writers-block]

someone anyone please Simon Snow in this shirt

[addison-was-here]

guess who just finished Carry On (and is in shambles)

[erzbethluna]

I don’t catch myself before I respond to Snow’s knock with one authoritative word. “Enter.”

Snow’s smiling, a question on his lips, then spots the mirror and falls still. His jaw slackens in the most charming way as he stares at me. Heat rises in my face.

Then, his eyes skip to himself.

-What Remains After The Storm. Ch.10, Calm ---

OMG this is ONE OF THE BEST MOMENTS EVER.

I don't have many words. It is just... there is so much meaning behind this moment/illustration, because it is such a moment in this story. I had so much fun doing this one, and the inspiration was the chiaroscuro style from Carvaggio. I hope you like it! SIMON MY BOY, LET ME HUG YOU! His face was crucial in this piece, and I'm super proud because I think I caught the feeling we needed to evoke, <3 so yay, pat in the shoulder! Please please go read What Remains After The Storm by @hushed-chorus, is an amazing mermay recommendation!

[hashtagruthlesspods]

Happy Valentines Day from Hashtag Ruthless! 

[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

[confused-bi-queer]

Day 30: Something New @carryon-countdown

Imagine you're Baz Pitch and you open your manor's door to find the love of all your lives with a mariachi and holding a huge rose bouquet and a handmade sign, asking you to be his boyfriend during Christmas Eve. Something definitely new.

Context below.

I'm Mexican and for SnowBaz day, I wanted to make something mexican worthy.

This is a meme going around us that includes asking someone to be your boyfriend/girlfriend with this distinct sign, mariachi and a big rose bouquet. It's sort of a modern serenata. This is the meme.

When I realised the only one that was preventing me from drawing was myself, I decided to draw something I've been wanting to see someone else do: this meme with Simon Snow. And I did it!!!

I love everything about this, and I hope you do as well. I enjoy sharing Mexican culture with the fandom and it's something I want to keep doing, it's also something new to me.

Merry/Happy Christmas to those who celebrate. Happy SnowBaz Day. Feliz Navidad. And thank you for another amazing year, Carry On Fandom ❤️

[mysteriouswolf]

Four of my favorite gay babies <3

Bad days :(

SimonxBaz Heartstopper