#carry on reverse bang 2023

[alexalexinii]

Simon “This is your fault!” Baz crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at me. “Really, Snow,” he drawls. I swear he sounds posher the more annoyed he is. Which is quite a trick, given that he’s sitting in the dirt, his stork legs stretched out nearly from one side of the well to the other, and wearing a dirty and tattered Watford uniform. Still he manages to look better than me.

Excited to finally share one half of my participation in the @carryon-reverse-bang

For this concept, I was paired up with the lovely @aristocratic-otter who turned my concept into an intriguing and outstanding story.

Please indulge yourselves with:

The Heart In The Well

and a big thank you to the corb team for making this possible!!!

[excalisbury]

Hey Cowgirl With That Look in Your Eyes

by @iknowfuck-allaboutvampires (Heathus)

with art by me (@excalisbury)

I'm so excited to share my @carryon-reverse-bang with you all this year! I sketched out this cowgirl brobelove and am loving where Heather is taking it!

click to see ~*that look*~ in their eyes

[aristocratic-otter]

Here it is, my 2023 @carryon-reverse-bang collaboration with (and inspired by) the incredible @alexalexinii!

This story will (probably) be three chapters. The first one is finished and posted, the second is nearly done, the third isn't started yet. But I've not left a fic unfinished yet!

Introducing...(drum roll)...

The Heart In The Well

Rated: T

Word Count: Currently 3,122, probably will be about 10,000

Summary:

Simon Snow should have known better than to chase after the Hobgoblin Horde. Now he's trapped at the bottom of a well with no food or water, and a vampire who's only going to get thirstier as time passes. Baz Pitch doesn't know why the Hobgoblins abducted him from the Wavering wood. He just knows that Snow was stupid enough to get caught too, and now they're trapped together, and Baz hasn't had blood in three days...

Chapter 1: The Boy In The Well

Simon

“This is your fault!”

Baz crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at me. “Really, Snow,” he drawls. I swear he sounds posher the m ore annoyed he is. Which is quite a trick, given that he’s sitting in the dirt, his stork legs stretched out nearly from one side of the well to the other, and wearing a dirty and tattered Watford uniform.

Still he manages to look better than me.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Wednesday! I hope the holidays were restful and good to everyone, and that a merry Christmas was had by all who celebrate. It’s been such a busy few weeks, and especially with CORB and COC I wouldn’t be surprised if folks are burned out, but I’ll make a bunch of tags regardless—feel free to take a breather & ignore :)

I’m sharing a bit of the second chapter to @ghostpepperworld and my CORB collab, The Stars Light Our Path, under a cut for some fairly tame nudity.

“I forgot you legged types keep your reproductive organs out in the open,” he marvels, reaching down to further inspect himself.

It’s a credit to my upbringing that rather than swooning on the spot, I manage to keep my voice steady when I reply, “We do no such thing. We wear clothes, Simon.”

He eyes me mischievously, and takes an unsteady step forward. I brace my hands at his waist to keep him upright. “I’m not as long as you,” he says, sounding disappointed.

“I…you what?” Simon gestures with his hand, raising it up in the air toward the top of my head and then waving it over his own. “Oh! You’re not as tall as I am,” I correct. “You’re shorter. By about three inches.”

Here’s a link to the first chapter ICYMI; I really recommend at least scrolling to the end for the truly gorgeous artwork!

I hope everyone has a fabulous rest of the week! No-pressure tagging: @tender-ministrations , @larkral , @cutestkilla , @forabeatofadrum , @stardustasincocaine , @iamamythologicalcreature , @thewholelemon , @nightimedreamersworld , @valeffelees , @ic3-que3n , @nausikaaa , @aceumbrellaheroes , @artsyunderstudy , @youarenevertooold , @alleycat0306 , @c0nsumemy5oul , @orange-peony , @prettygoododds , @wellbelesbian , @asocialpessimist , @bookish-bogwitch , @supercutedinosaurs , @you-remind-me-of-the-babe , @hushed-chorus , @theotherhufflepuff , @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists , @aroace-genderfluid-sheep , @raenestee , @confused-bi-queer , @j-nipper-95 , @martsonmars , @ileadacharmedlife , @ionlydrinkhotwater , @ivelovedhimthroughworse , @aristocratic-otter , @letraspal , @imagineacoolusername , @facewithoutheart , @fatalfangirl , @rimeswithpurple and anybody I missed who would like to share! ❤️

[carryon-reverse-bang]

CORB 2023 Sign-Ups are Now Open!

Writer Sign-Ups

Artist Sign-Ups

You can find the schedule down below and the rules and faqs here. If you have any questions please let us know!

Schedule

August 1st: Sign-ups open

Auguat 14th: Sign-ups close

August 23rd: Last day for artists to submit sketch/concept

August 24th: Writers can view art concepts

August 26th: Claims open

September 1st: Claims close

September 3rd: Team announcements

September 30th: Check-in

October 28th: Final Check-in

November 8th: Last day for teams to choose posting dates

November 11th: Posting dates sent out

November 15th-30th: Posting

[melodysmash]

My first ever fanfic, based on the concept for this precious artwork by @stardustasincocaine and written for the 2023 @carryon-reverse-bang, is now live! It's a 5+1 of sorts, and all (short) chapters are live now.

➡️ Known on AO3 ⬅️

I would love any words of affirmation you feel compelled to share! ❤️

[best--dress]

The Tower Room

Rated: M

Words: 5k/15k 16k! Chapters: 9/9

Simon "Skywalker" Snow is just getting the hang of his new job as a dancer at The Tower Room, an eclectic Brooklyn strip club. But who's the rival male dancer watching Simon's performances? He must be plotting something...

I am *ecstatic* to finally share the collab @artsyunderstudy and I have been working on for @carryon-reverse-bang! I fell in love with this art concept the moment I laid eyes on it. You're only getting a little tease at the moment, though – you'll have to wait for chapter 8 to get the full picture of Baz and Simon's performance. (It. Is. Drool-worthy.)

Thank you, Ashton, for inspiring me to write the fic I never would've dreamed of otherwise.

[leithillustration]

The Vampire Knight and The Chivalrous Dragon

Rating: M

Words: 3,493

Chapters: 1 of maybe 3

Sneaking in just before the deadline for @carryon-reverse-bang 2023, I’m so so thrilled to present my artwork and the accompanying first chapter of The Vampire Knight and the Chivalrous Dragon written by the talented @scribble-tier.

My idea was based around the English legend of St George and the dragon- an excuse to live out my dreams of putting Baz into shiny armour to match his glossy hair. Jude ran with it and is giving us a slow burn fic filled with class division, familial obligation and sword fights!

The artwork is only half of the original image I’d intended to create, so the final full piece will be released later on, accompanying whichever chapter feels most appropriate. I can’t wait for you to see the full thing and I’m so excited to read the rest of this story. Thank you @scribble-tier for picking my prompt, it’s been great working with you (: Hope you all enjoy!

Summary:

Basilton Grimm-Pitch is set to be a knight of legend and renown, with a powerful bloodline and training like very few knights before him. But when he's tasked to slay the beast setting fire to the kingdom, he grapples with how to decline without tarnishing his image or going up in flames himself.

And then Simon Snow is one of the missing.

(Tags under the cut)

Big thanks to the lovely supportive folks in the CORB discord, sorry if I’ve missed tagging you, I am terrible at this stuff and have no idea what I’m doing 98% of the time 😅

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @knitbelove-draws @rimeswithpurple @larkral @melodysmash @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @katatsumuli @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @iamamythologicalcreature @squidamalink

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

CARRY ON REVERSE BANG

We finally fucking did it!!! @ebbpettier and I are super fucking proud to announce our labor of love; the dark carnival snowbaz AU!! Y’all are gonna love this 👀👀👀 @carryon-reverse-bang thank you guys for putting this bang together! It was so much fun to participate in!

WE DID IT!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 The first 3 chapters are posted, and they’ll keep coming from here! Let’s see what happens 🤭

[larkral]

Feet Buried in the Sand

Oh look, my second @carryon-reverse-bang piece! Art by the amazing @leithillustration, writing by me (@larkral).

Feet Buried in the Sand

8,622 words, rated T

Moments on a beach.

[iamamythologicalcreature]

The Haunting of Simon Snow

A collaboration for the @carryon-reverse-bang fest!

Art by @bubble-gumhead, Fic by @iamamythologicalcreature

Status: 1/many chapters // 5.5k so far

Rating: Mature

Summary:

Simon never expected to take a job repairing fire damage at Pitch Manor. First off, his old schoolmate Dev Pitch never liked him. And there's the small matter of it being an empty, recently-abandoned mansion in the middle of the Hampshire dead spot. But the money's good. The fridge is stocked. There's cell reception. It's fine. Except, he's starting to think maybe those stories about Pitch Manor being haunted are more than just rumours. There’s a particular portrait, too, that’s caught his eye. Some stuffed-up tosser with the most pretentious name imaginable. It keeps… Well. It keeps changing. (But that’s not possible. Right?)

Read Chapter One on AO3!

Gushing and additional info below the cut!

I'm so thrilled to share Chapter 1 of my @carryon-reverse-bang collaboration with the amazing artist @bubble-gumhead! This is my first ever fanfic, and I'm so psyched I got such gorgeous art to inspire me! The line art that originally inspired me is in the header above (with the full color masterpiece to be unveiled in a later chapter!). I was drawn immediately to Bubblegumhead's beautiful style, and the sweet pose. The idea of including an historical element took root in my brain and turned into a ghost story. XD Check out Chapter One for an additional (?!) illustration! (Amazing.)

Stay tuned for more! I have most of the story drafted. It'll be long, but not gargantuan. XD

[ebbpettier]

When it seems finished, its eyes blazing, the crowd begins murmuring, then screaming. Cheers about a jolly good show are said, jeers are thrown, as are handfuls of popcorn and sherbet lemons. The chaos swells around it. But Baz… Baz is struck utterly still. Because the creature is looking straight at him.

:D AT LAAAAAAST!!! @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists made our first post because I was stuck at work, so I get to unveil for the night crowd. we've been kicking our Dark Carnival/Supernatural Circus back and forth for ages and they did such a fantastic job building a rich and spooky world out of just two images! @carryon-reverse-bang thank you for making all this possible, its been a blast

[aristocratic-otter]

 Thank you to the people who don’t forget me when I’m gone for weeks (and I think there’s more, I noticed @moodandmist tagged me when I was scrolling Tumblr earlier, but I didn't get the notif. It’s this damn “only five tags” issue on Tumblr. So if I’m not mentioning getting your tags, that’s probably why) : @monbons, @rimeswithpurple, @artsyunderstudy, @roomwithanopenfire,

@best--dress, @whatevertheweather,

@noblecorgi, @alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus, @larkral, @nausikaaa,

@blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla,  @thewholelemon, @youarenevertooold.

It’s been a really rough start to the work year, and this was the first weekend in a while I got significant words written. And, as always, I can count to six, but I just don’t care. So here you go, some amount of sentences from each of my current fics :)

From Saving Simon Snow 

My wings are slapping gracelessly at the air as I climb. They burn. The air is thin this high, there’s not as much for my wings to catch on, to push me higher. I force them to pump harder. I’ve got to get away or I’ll go off. 

But I can’t go off.

The feeling bubbling under my skin is the same, though.

From Snow Fox: 

“Why aren’t you blinded by prejudice?” I want to know. Even I had trouble with the concept of two men in love, right at first. How was my mother more accepting than me?

Now my mother’s smile is sad. “Did I tell you I had an older brother, when I was a child in Hindustan?”

Her phrasing is ominous.  ‘Had’ an older brother…”What happened to him?” I ask quietly.

From Cupid’s Shield

I made the decision, while Baz panted into my ear after his second orgasm, that I was done being a passive partner. So when he starts to shift his hips again, I plant my left foot onto the mattress and use that leverage to flip him under me. 

He stiffens for a minute, caught unawares. His hands claw at my sides, trying to bring our bodies back together. 

He’s going to succeed in a moment. I’ve got no illusions about my ability to win against Baz in a battle of strength. So I have about two seconds to put my plan into motion. 

From Stars, Flowers and Children

My breath hitches in my chest as I sob from the pain. I gave up being brave about the second hour after it happened. It’s actually less painful now, but it still throbs, sending stabs of pain that arc through me. My foot has swollen up and turned red, but that’s not the worst of it. I’m going to die, I think. 

I’m going to die alone, and Simon will never know, unless he finds my body.  

From TikTok Dancer: I’m in a very smutty scene right now, so my new strategy is this: lots of [redacted]s

All of a sudden, this whole scenario strikes me as faintly ridiculous. I bark a laugh into the (hopefully) empty night. 

Snow gasps as [redacted]  “Wh—what? What’s fu—funny?” His voice wobbles [redacted]. 

“Is there,” I grunt, pausing to [redacted]  “Is there,” I repeat, “a reason we’re outside, when I’ve got a lovely, expensive, and very empty hotel room we could be fucking in?”

From The Rat and the River 

One moment we’re in the middle of the jungle, and the next, we’re standing in front of the village. Though there’s not much separation between the two. Other than a slim tributary of the Amazon river snaking through the centre of the town, where houses built on stilts are lining the edge, most of the homes have been built right up against the forest. It’s an eclectic mix of huts, with wood walls, but thatched roofs, and bigger, more modern houses, with steeply sloping metal roofs. 

We take in all of this in seconds. What takes us longer to notice is the nearly complete absence of noise from the town.

From my Visitor Baz AU (still working on a title)

I’d thought that how it works is, a visitor passes on his message and then passes through the veil, never to return. At least, that’s how it works in every account I’ve ever read on the subject. And I’ve read a lot of accounts–I’m a vampire child of a murdered mother. Few people would have more reason to cross the veil than Natasha Grimm-Pitch. And few children would have more reason to doubt that their own mother would want to visit them. 

I’m one of the creatures that killed her, after all. 

At least, I was. 

Believe it or not, I’ve (willingly!) signed up for two more fics and am deep in the planning stages for them. They’re for CORB and I’m super excited for them! I’ll probably have an excerpt from each next time I manage one of these updates. 

Tags and air kisses to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @bazzybelle, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed, 

@frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist, 

@mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean, @raenestee, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am,

@whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @krisrix, @shemakesmeforget, @confused-bi-queer,

@nightimedreamersghost, @angelsfalling16, @mooncello, @shrekgogurt, @cosmicalart, 

@theearlgreymage, @Iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @j-nipper-95,

@letraspal, @facewithoutheart, @wellbelesbian, @martsonmars, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe,

@ic3-que3n, @thewholelemon, @bookish-bogwitch, @skeedelvee, @prettygoododds,

@ivelovedhimthroughworse, @messofthejess, @emeryhall, 

[blackberrysummerblog]

I liiiive! I cannot believe how long it’s been since I’ve posted an excerpt on here, but it’s been a pretty spoonless month (cue lengthy attempt at discussing the situation followed by a quick delete, because seriously? Whine moar 🙄). Thank you so much to all you lovelies who have kept tagging me; it’s been so nice to feel remembered! @wellbelesbian, @j-nipper-95, @orange-peony, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @alleycat0306, @artsyunderstudy, @prettygoododds, @shrekgogurt, @larkral, @valeffelees, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @nightimedreamersworld, @rimeswithpurple, @forabeatofadrum, @confused-bi-queer and @cutestkilla all tagged me recently and I’ve been so delighted to see what you’ve all been working on! This fandom really has the most talented writers and artists <3

As for me, I’ve been working on a few things as well! Some of you may have seen a woeful post last week when I realized I’d been writing one of my CORBs in a file I’d unwittingly created on my work account. *chef’s kiss* Beautiful. The upshot of that is that I lost thousands of words after hastily and permanently deleting the file, then buried myself under six feet of rocky soil in the backyard. But I’ve since climbed out and have been recreating it! (In my PERSONAL documents this time!) I’m not sure I’m allowed to say who I’m collaborating with or how much of the summary I can share, but I don’t think it’s giving away too much to say that it’s an AU where Baz is a demon nobleman in hell and Simon is a mortal merman who catches his eye. It’s a really creative concept and I’m excited to be working on it! Here’s a few more than six sentences (and some other fic excerpt shares) under the cut:

I’m lost in the dream again when Métis buzzes in my ear, and I try my damnedest not to hear her. I roll over and pull the shadows closer, but she burrows in nonetheless. “No,” I grumble as blue eyes and golden scales slip away from me once more, leaving nothing but ripples in the fluidity of retreating sleep. As I sit up and scowl at my father’s right hand pest, I can just about recall the setting sun limning bronze curls with a reddish halo.

Halo—ha.

“He wantsz to szeeee you,” Métis hums, settling alight in her favorite spot atop the curve of my left horn. “Sayszz it’s important.”

There’s just the barest fog of despair weaving around my ankles as I make my way to Father’s chambers, nurturing the chill that always permeates my corporeal form. An unexpected meeting seldom brings good news, but I wouldn’t say speaking with him is the last way I’d want to spend these early hours—the hypocritamus pools need sieving, after all. Depending on their recent diet and the subject Father wishes to discuss, the difference may be vanishingly slight.

The second thing I’ve been working on is from an anon prompt on @carryonprompts, which I’m going to paraphrase as “post-awtwb Simon getting kidnapped and Baz (plus Penny and Sheperd) having to be the one to play the hero to Simon’s damsel for a change.” Here’s six sentences:

I pull him up to his knees and kick his legs apart, stabilizing him.

Baz is so far out of this one’s league; I’ve never known what he sees in this deformed, ill-mannered, working-class mage.

He’s handsome enough in spite of the wings though, I suppose—in a brutish way. His eyes flash at me when I knot my fingers in his dirty hair to pull his head back, lifting his face. Square-jawed and broad through the shoulders and chest, thick-thighed, what we would have called a bit of rough, once. The faithful common laborer you could count on to throw you down on top of the bed for the pounding of a lifetime—is that all that Baz wants him for?

Lastly, a good bit more than 6 sentences from my still-unpublished crucible marriage AU, just because. I know I once posted a paragraph where Baz was taking Simon clothes shopping after being scandalized by the state of his drawers, and this is a resulting scene:

“Baz!” Snow shouts from the changing room. Balthazar’s balls, what’s the issue? He can’t want me to go in there. “Baz, c’mere!” He…wants me to go in there. I take a deep breath and push open the door fractionally.

“What, Snow?”

“Come in here!”

“I swear to magic, if you’re naked—” Oh. Oh, Crowley. This may somehow be worse. Simon is wearing the snug fitting blue knit shirt I sent him in with, and it would be showing off his biceps and chest enough to blow what’s left of my mind even if he didn’t have it hitched halfway up his abdomen. He’s changed into a pair of the short new boxer briefs we purchased in the last store (ordinarily I’d recoil at the notion of not washing them first, the heathen, but—Simon) and he’s gripping the waistband of a pair of soft grey trousers that he’s pulled halfway up his arse.

“I thought you might want to check out the new pants,” he says casually, nodding toward his backside as if I could pry my eyes away with a crowbar. “Do these get the seal of approval, then?”

I can’t speak. I think I may be salivating. Simon grins at me then, dragging one side of the trousers up while letting the other drop below the curve of his world-ending arse. He shimmies the exposed cheek in my direction, working himself into the trousers one centimeter at a time.

“You menace,” I hiss, unable to modulate my voice to a normal speaking level.

“What?” He finishes hitching the trousers up and leans back against the wall, not bothering to do up the flies. “Do I look OK?”

“No.” His face falls and I can’t bear it, even for a joke. “You look delicious. Absolutely debauched.”

“Debauched?!” Simon’s offended moue melts into something else as I slink toward him purposefully. “I don’t look debauched.”

He does. Trousers open, shirt still pushed up over his navel, curls in disarray from his habit of manhandling them when frustrated. I lean over him, my feet on either side of his, and he’s even farther beneath me than usual because of how he’s slouched back against the wall. He gasps softly when I take hold of his waistband and fasten the button of his trousers, my knuckles grazing the soft hair on his belly.

“Baz…nngh.”

I’ve drawn the zipper up carefully, but not so carefully that I’m not palming him over his trousers. I’ve barely touched him, but I note with satisfaction the goose flesh rising on his forearms. “Shh, love,” I murmur in his ear, tugging down his shirt so that it covers his stomach. Once he’s no longer indecent, I run both hands up under his shirt, squeezing at his thick, firm waist. Simon moans, tipping his head back to expose his long neck, and I’m dropping kiss after kiss there when I hear a sudden clearing of someone’s throat behind us.

It’s the changing room attendant, scowling in through the door that I foolishly left open. “Can I bring you gentlemen any different sizes?”

And that’s about it! I’d tag people if I hadn’t gotten to post this so late in the day, but as it stands I think most everyone’s already posted today. I hope everyone’s had a great week and that the next one is even better! :)

[carryon-reverse-bang]

Coming VERY Soon: Carry On Reverse Bang 2023

Sign-ups will open tomorrow and we will have the schedule posted then as well!

We are very excited to be hosting this event again and hope you will join us 😁

[that-disabled-princess]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday, friends! I am currently listening to my head bops while editing Lavender hearts at 7am, so it is... quite the contrast 🤣

Here's a bit from Lavender hearts that I edited this morning. This will likely be my last post about my COTTA, since I post on Wednesday next week!!

He lets me lean my full weight on him, supporting and holding me while I try to slow my mind.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he says. I lift my head to find him already looking at me. “We’re going to make a list. A plan for how to deal with the coming months, yeah? Penny likes her ‘What we know, what we don’t’ lists, or we could make a regular list. Okay?”

I take a deep breath and exhale shakily.

“Okay.”

I've also signed up as an artist for @carryon-reverse-bang! This is a very early (read: the first) design of the head pattern:

Poor Simon looks absolutely squished xD There's a reason us pattern designers do so much frogging and so many trials haha. I don't have any more recent photos, though, so that's what I've got.

And I'm planning to write for @ruthariweek! (Jumping into so many back-to-back fandom fests/events after a few-month fandom break may not have been the smartest plan. I am both overwhelmed and tired, but I don't regret anything.) The fic is pretty much complete, so here are some sentences I love.

...[Runaan] fidgets with the weapon on his prosthetic, opening and closing the knife.

Ethari throws himself into untangling his hair like he’s another one of his delicate creations, fingers dancing along his scalp and teasing through his long hair.

...the new king of Katolis (within whom he found a shared love of jelly tarts after apologizing)...

“My lovely, grumpy moonberry.”

Ethari catches him with ease (those artist’s arms), guiding him back down to the grass.

Do I take every possible opportunity to project my artist woes/strengths onto Ethari? Yes, yes I do. (Also yes, I will always write more disability rep :D)

Tagging @youarenevertooold @j-nipper-95 @bazzybelle @hoothalcyon @hushed-chorus @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @stitchyqueer @palimpsessed @ivelovedhimthroughworse @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n @valeffelees @yeonjunenby @letraspal @angelsfalling16 @moodandmist @forabeatofadrum @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature and anyone else I'm missing 💖💖