#keris/trixie

[letraspal]

Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy

Thank you for the support for this collection. I love these women and I’m glad they exist in this awesome trilogy. Ps. Happy Birthday to Any Way The Wind Blows.

[hey-hey-hey-lover]

CoC days 5 and 6

day 5 - fight

day 6 - WLW

[pumpkin-wants-a-cherry-scone]

Day 11: Side Ships / Alt Ships

Trixie and Keris. Was thinking about Penny complaining about Trixie. Penny getting back to her and Trixie's dorm room (not necessarily Watford ig) and Trixie and Keris as just snogging (making out? idk I'm American). Penny just wants to study.

idk I thought it was silly when I thought of it yesterday

Apologies for the assault on the senses that is the colored version :p (I don't color things often lol)

[ebbpettier]

oh god wait fuck. no. she's magrat garlick. i've just made magrat garlick before i knew who magrat garlick was.

[forabeatofadrum]

Thanks @wellbelesbian for the sort-of-extra tag.

The Top Blorbos are the characters I've written the most with a central role, with Blaine appearing in 8 fics, Kurt in 7, Simon, Baz and Tina in 4 (so they share a spot, actually) (and also, I counted the podfics I made as well). The Top Fics are the ones with the most hits. The Written Words is the word count from January - November. Top Fandom is fandom I've written the most for.

Poor Tina, her name is too long. Same goes for make a fire out of this flame.

Fun fact, I spent most time tracking down a picture of my icon, since it's been my icon since 2015, so I didn't have the file on my computer. I found it here. This is from May 2015.

You make your own with the template!

[carry-on-sapphic-week]

more kerixie and cats, this is becoming an agenda...

Figure It Out

for day two of @carry-on-sapphic-week, today's prompts were sweet and adopt!

read on ao3 or below the cut!

"Trixie…” Keris is using her grown-up voice, a term she hates, but there’s really no other way to describe it. Arms crossed, feet planted, and her tone reminds me of my mum when I figured out a spell to stick my little brothers to the ceiling.

“What’s up?” I respond, choosing to keep my tone casual as I toss my keys into the bowl beside the door and toe out of my shoes.

“That had better not be a cat carrier. I expressly told you we cannot get a cat.”

Well, she’s got me there.

“The landlord never has to know."

“He will know.”

“We could pay him off?"

“Trixie.” Grown-up voice again.

The carrier is getting really heavy, so I put it down on the table. A little soot-coloured paw peeks out between the bars, then retreats and is replaced by a whiskery nose. Keris puts her head in her hands.

“Are you really mad at me?” I ask nervously. ���Cos I can return her if you-”

“I’m more mad about how cute she is.” Keris mumbles. She looks up and glares at the carrier. “You’re making this really difficult, you know.” A soft meow in response makes her groan.

I cringe at what I’m about to say next, allergic to sincerity but feeling like it’s needed right now. “I thought, you know… this would be the first step to us having a family.”

Keris softens, stepping forward and pulling me into a warm kiss.

“That’s very sweet of you,” she says, pulling back but keeping her hands cupping my face. I instinctively wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as she continues, “and I do really want a cat, but it doesn’t fix the landlord situation.”

“We could always spell him into agreeing to make an exception?” I suggest.

“That’s highly immoral, Trix.” Keris chides.

“So is the landlord.” I shrug. “I mean, look at our rent! And the mould.”

Keris wrinkles her nose at that. The mould in the upstairs bathroom seems somehow magic-resistant, and the landlord is still refusing to fix it, instead just telling us to keep the windows open. In January.

“One bad act doesn’t cancel out the other.” She counterpoints. “Also, I think it’s illegal.” I groan, then relent.

“Okay. So no cats allowed, the landlord won’t get rid of the mould, and the rent is ridiculous anyway… I’m hearing we need to move.”

“Easier said than done.” Keris says, opening up the cat carrier and picking up the kitten, a small grey sphynx cat. She rubs between her ears and she starts to purr.

“Eh, we’ll figure it out.” I shrug. Keris looks at me, her expression tired but full of affection, our new kitten cradled in her arms. I think I’ve won this battle.

“Has she got a name?”

“Nope. Why, do you have an idea?”

Keris hums thoughtfully for a moment. “Morgana?"

“Cute!” I grin. “And it’s a swear.”

“Don’t ruin it!” She laughs. It’s like the clouds part, a sunbeam I could lay in all day. I suddenly feel like I can see our whole future before us, just standing in our kitchen with our new kitten, even with the uncertainty around us. We've got each other. “I suppose we’ll just have to figure it out.” Keris acquiesces. I smile back.

“I suppose we will.”

[rbkzz]

...[*whispered*] wip wednesday?

(context under the cut)

(is this is too long?)

(i wrote a trixie/keris one-shot)

(it is my first written thing)

(i am so nervous!)

(trixie pov)

Penelope Bunce is once again whirling around our room like a frizzy haired tornado.  She has literally picked up and put down every single article of clothing, book, paper, or other object at least twice (except the box under my bed, thank goodness I spelled that).

She’s such a menace – their whole golden trio is.  People say I’m annoying because of my dust, short attention span, and possessive tendencies (well anyone who had to grow up in a lower faedom and pay a tithe to the aes sidhe of all your most precious belongings each year would end up being a possessive brat too! I just don't like to share if I can avoid it is all)... 

…but I think the ‘golden trio’ made up of Snowbuncebelove should get an actual award for being the most annoying, self-absorbed students at Watford.  Nobody else would stand a chance - they’d win that award category every year.

Recently on discord my alpha @noblecorgi was lamenting the lack of lesbian smut in the CO fandom... they then got into an interesting discussion with @roomwithanopenfire about pixies/other fae folk. There was aaaalso a recent conversation about Niamh and their perspective in AWTWB about how the leads of CO had been living in their own bubble at Watford (unreliable narrators the whole lot of 'em!!)

Even though I don't write I loved the ideas that were shared, so I decided to try to smoosh them all together into a Trixie/Keris one-shot lesbian smut fic.

I got really excited about writing and caught up in the experience of it - it was so much fun!! Now I know why people do it! @roomwithanopenfire even beta read for me for which I am soooo grateful ♡♡♡♡

......aaaand then the next day I embarked on an intense perfectionist shame spiral (iykyk) and decided I should hide myself and my ideas away forevermore 🥲

However...... my brain itself is an unreliable narrator 🫠 And my recent therapy homework is to regularly try new things, mess up publicly, and be imperfect in order to rewire my brain to understand that I am still okay even when I am bad at things. Sooo I am posting part of my first fic here as therapy homework and for accountability as well as to continue on my plight of becoming consistently and unabashedly imperfect. Maybe someday I'll find the courage to post it on ao3 😬

I don't know about tags because I'm still so confused and shy about putting myself out here on tumblr 🙊 but I doooo want to say THANK YOU for tags and hellos! I love to read what y'all are up to, even though I usually wait til fics are posted in completion before starting (I'm too impatient to wait for chapter updates 🤪). xoxo!

my first wip wednesday!

[stellarwaffles]

I know you only draw up to 5 characters so-

Name every nexo knights oc you have

I'm gonna list them all under a read more bc I've got. 82 Nexo Knights ocs lmao

Feather (2nd oc made!!)

Eva Unit-11 (3rd oc made!!)

Ari Sunfall (1st oc made!! I love lava monster)

Ziva Sunfall

Leo Sunfall

Daniel Sunfall

Talya Sunfall (part of the chimera pride/crew !!)

Dasi Sunfall

Gar Goyle

Pearl Stitchwool

Hallie Bard

Melody Bard

Val Tynes

Rosie Thorne

Maril Waves

Trixie

Momo Shroom

Jenny Fins

Lottie

Jewel

Artie Fox

Paul Fox

Todd Fox

Cameron Fox

Frank Fox

Lista Fox

Lester Fox

Hunter Fox

Nicki Fox

Archie Fox Jr

Diana Fox

Gwendolyn Fox

Coral Reefe

Kiera

Bae Kerie

Florence Weirn

Debbie Pan

Tim Roll

Cindy

Conner Ovens

Belle Star

Dani Sair

Shira Clovenhoof

Baabs Clovenhoof

Carl Clovenhoof

Shep Clovenhoof

Mary Clovenhoof

Ferne

Summer Plume

Chelsea Reefe

Binyomin Wolfe

Zev Wolfe

Tsvi

Lynn

Davka Sunfall

Yonah

Arson Sunfall

Jackie

Kevin

Shevy Chiroptera

Sophie Chell

Liv (Olivia)

Jay V Lin

Dee (Dierra)

Brad Folivora

Faye Shion

Silk

Dov Bearclaw

Goldie Bearclaw

Pete Rois

Chilly Kindle

Naomi Sunblaze

Daniel Sunblaze

Lionel Ashfall

Arson Ashfall

Khimaira

Caldera

Nyx (placeholder name I wanna come up w something better)

Cloe Folivora

Kirsten Magmahearth

Sunny Magmafall

Erin (placeholder name)

[otherpeoplesheartachept-2]

day 6: That Sort of Love

Agatha's trying to figure herself out, and why she can't seem to love like others do.

Rating: T

Length: 921

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut :)

I thought that dating Niamh meant I was normal. 

She's handsome and smart and wears her heart on her sleeve even when she's trying to be a tough prick. She's great at kissing, and sex, and she stopped holding doors open for me when I told her I hated it. I thought I could love her. 

I should love her, but there's something wrong with me. 

I thought dating Niamh, and wanting to kiss her, meant the rest would come to me. But I was right when I said I don't have the right kind of love inside me. I didn't love Simon in the way I was supposed to, and now I don't love Niamh in the way I should. 

It's worse because I know she loves me. She hasn't said it, but she's fixed up a leak in Ebb’s barn roof. (I guess it's my barn now). And she told me she's drawing up plans to fit the bathroom with a claw-foot tub, after I mentioned I’ve always wanted one of those. And who else would Niamh leave the clinic early for just to get a bite to eat?

I don't deserve her. I try to pay her back: I bought her hair-styling products, I put kissy emojis in my texts even though it makes me feel like I’m lying, I moan extra breathy when she eats me out because I know it turns her on. 

But I don't love her. 

People speak of romantic attraction like it's this huge, magical (Normal type of magical) thing, and I just don't get it. 

What's a girlfriend beyond a friend you like to fuck? 

(I know there must be more to it though, asexual people exist, and they can have romantic feelings).

I asked Keris once how she knew she wanted to be with Trixie. She said things just felt different with her. But I don't feel different about Niamh. I like her like I like Penny. (Okay that's a bad example, I definitely like her more than Penny.) I like her like I like Ginger; like I liked Minty. Except I’ve never imagined what it’d be like to sleep with either of them. 

I told Niamh we should break up, because I can't seem to love her in the same way she can love me. She was pissed about that. I know she's insecure about ending up as nothing but an experiment for straight girls. I’m not straight though, I don't feel romantic towards men either. And after trying once with Simon I think it's safe to say I don’t ever want to sleep with a man. 

We didn't talk for two weeks after I said we should split. 

And I cried for most of it. 

I felt so stupid. After all, I’m the one who called things off, I’m the one who said I don't love her. But Niamh’s still my friend, I do enjoy her company. I wish I could be normal for her. 

I turned to Penny, (because who else do I have? I’m not about to go to Simon with my girl problems), told her what was going on with Niamh and I, how I want her, but I can’t make myself love her the right way. I don’t want to build my life around her and get married with two kids, I don’t want to feel like we have to go on dates often enough or we’re failing, I don’t want her to treat me like a girlfriend. 

Penny’s American asked why there had to be a right way to love. I wanted to slap him. I refrained though, and he asked another question: if I’d ever considered I was aromantic. 

And well, no… I hadn't. Seven Snakes, maybe I am. But what does that solve? I can’t very well tell Niamh I just want to use her for sex, can I? 

The American tried to tell me that’s not how it has to work. He’s annoyingly emotionally mature and knowledgeable about ‘alternative’ relationships. 

I thought about what the American said for a bit. And I tried preparing this big long explanation to give to Niamh, but then I got scared and deleted it off my phone. And then one of the goats got a rusty nail stuck in his hoof, and I thought it was infected so I had to go to the clinic. And of course Niamh was the only one that could help. 

She didn’t say anything about us while she examined the hoof. It hurt a bit how coldly professional she was. 

I tried to play along, I wanted to, coward that I am. But I thought about going home alone and feeling the loss of my closest friend for the 14th night in a row. I didn't want Niamh to be a stranger again. So I made myself say something. And then I was saying too much. I started rambling on and on like: I’m not straight and I do like you but I might be aromantic and it’s great when we fuck, and I worry I can’t give you what you deserve but it’s not that I never want to see you it’s just I don’t know exactly what I do want. I know I want it with you though, is that okay? Can you trust me? Can you follow my lead on this?

Niamh said she had to think about it. And she let me kiss her when I left. 

Fair enough. 

So, I guess, now we wait.

[onepintobean]

coc day 11 | wlw

Trixie/Keris

a watford-era lunch date between everyone's favorite pixie and her favorite mage

[letraspal]

“Trixie and Keris push the beds together when I’m not there—there’s probably pixie dust everywhere.”

“Not my problem, Penny.”

Keris | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy

[valeffelees]

WIP Wednesday

hullo, happy today!

um, did i fucking. black out? wasn't it JUST Sunday? LOL, goddamn. 🫥 time, she do be zoomin'.

well, i'm still working on Without Sun (that's the title of the WIP i've been sharing snippets of these last few posts, btw; hurt/comfort, magickal accidents, love confessions, getting together) and it's been going well enough, my word count is just under 10 000 and i have... probably six scenes left to go? so i'm gonna guess my final word count to be about 20 000 and call myself halfway done. i'm not used to giving so much attention to a single WIP for so long, i prefer to work on 2-3 WIPs at a time, but i really don't wanna lose momentum, y'kno?

n e way, thank you kindly to @artsyunderstudy for tagging me this morning. i'm having a lot of fun being included, really, i'm so delighted. 😄

here's my most recent progress:

Grief is a muffled heartbeat. It is four corners wide and dressed in green linens. Penelope Bunce is lying on her bed. Penelope Bunce has been lying on her bed for the last fourteen hours. At least, Simon thinks, resting his chin on the edge of her mattress. He is curled like a child on the floor, leaning against the bedframe, watching. It isn’t right, the way her eyes are swallowing up her face without her glasses, closed and swollen, her lashes pale with a film of sleep. She’s only woken twice since Simon found her. Once, to use the washroom. Again later when her roommate stopped by several hours after supper. Trixie had poked her head into the room as though she wasn’t supposed to be there, her eyes a disk of yellow-green in the doorway for a startling moment before the moonlight settled over her small, sharp features. A narrow chin, an upturned nose, a mouth like one of those plastic baby dolls. Penny jumped at the creak of the door and lifted her head, squinting so hard her whole face bunched from the effort. A dark curl was dried to the corner of her lip. “Just me,” Trixie said in a voice like a cricket, a pleasant evening chirp. “Pyjamas.” “Oh,” Penny replied, then dropped back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. “I’m staying with Keris tonight.” “Okay.” “Can I do anything for you before I go?” “No.” Trixie nodded, then stopped. Then nodded again and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled a pink slip of fabric from one of the drawers along the bottom, but didn’t leave. She looked down at the nightgown in her hands for a moment, then over her shoulder at Penelope. Down again. “Penny,” she said, “I’m really sorry about Simon.” Simon jerked up at that. Sorry about him?

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @cutestkilla @raenestee @hushed-chorus @thewholelemon @larkral @captain-aralias @blackberrysummerblog

[youve-penetrated-my-sphere-342]

I just wish more of Shep's friends would help out. There are so many people who owe Shep a favor. Like, for example,

Sid / the Insidious Humdrum The rest of the Bunces Bigfoot Minty Sasha Micah Debbie Mordelia Keris Swithin Rhys Trixie The dryad The rats The goats The merwolves Goblins Numpties Miss Possibelf the merperson who knocked Shepard up The either/orcs the drunken ditch imp who told him about Lamb Debbie the tree person barkeep Kipper

You know just hypothetically speaking

Do you have a plan to save Shep?

Yes and it starts with solving this puzzle.

What questions do you ask to which god?

[forabeatofadrum]

Happy Sliggoo Sunday and happy posting period of the @caught-on-tape-fest! I have posted two of the three podfics that I have claimed! Thank you @theotherhufflepuff and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep for the tags.

ANYWAY. PODFICS!

First one is Figure It Out by @wellbelesbian, in which Keris and Trixie adopt a cat. It features a special guest! It was the first fic I finished recording, and I picked it because I saw that Alex put Keris/Trixie fics up to claim and I thought "hey, an underappreciated ship!". Also, I love cats.

The second one is namesakes by @tea-brigade, in which Simon and Baz tell their families their son's name. I love Tel, it's insane, so this was actually the first fic I claimed because I was so fucking excited for it. I like to believe that all of the Snowbaz kids in fanfics are, like, an example of the multiverse of parent!Snowbaz.

I have also claimed [REDACTED] by @[REDACTED], but I think I am going to a full rerecording of that one, because for some reason, half of the audio has some sort of weird consistent sound in the background and since I do not know how to filter out that specific sound, it will just be easier to do it all over. It's a short fic, after all.

But yeah, 2/3rd done! I mentioned in the author's notes of namesakes that I had to cut out a little gasp of Daphne. Let's preserve it here:

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @spookyklaine @coffeegleek @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla ​ @wellbelesbian ​ @artsyunderstudy ​ @martsonmars ​ @facewithoutheart ​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @blackberrysummerblog @whatevertheweather

[wellbelesbian]

Six Sentence Sunday

thanks for the tag @imagineacoolusername! you tagged my side blog @nausikaaa but i'll post here.

today i am taking a sort-of break from Shoulder To Shoulder to write my kerixie spin-off. basically, there were some Trixie and Keris scenes I really wanted to write for my fic that just wouldn't work from Simon or Baz's perspective, so I decided to write a companion piece to the fic of the same year through Keris's eyes, Keris being from the mining village rather than a member of LGSM.

so, here's the opening of that! it's still untitled, but i'm working on that.

The word yes is past my lips before I have a chance to really think it through, and as soon as I've spoken, I wish I could take it back and try again.

But that's not a very reasonable request when you're being proposed to, so I just hope Rhys doesn't notice how fast I answered, or how loud and animated my voice was.

I knew this was coming, of course. He's terrible at keeping secrets. That's exactly why my response was so fast; he'd barely popped the question before I dove in and got it over with. I should have rehearsed my response, then I wouldn't feel so neurotic about it.

the songs for the spin off are slotted into the overall playlist at around the point where it will be posted, starting with this song and ending with I Think We're Alone Now

i tag @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @alleycat0306 @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @shrekgogurt and @j-nipper-95

[theslytherinof221b]

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall

Hi Hey Hello! This is the first chapter of my contribution to @carry-on-big-bang. I’m very excited to be (finally) able to post this! It’s only a short introduction to my Keris/Trixie fanfiction but stay tuned because there are 12 more to come and (!!!) some awesome art by @thecatis! You can also read it here on AO3 <3

Here’s a short summary: It's their seventh year at Watford and Trixie and Keris are excited to reunite after summer holidays. This fic follows them through their year filled with exciting festivities and boring school work. But will it also be the year they'll finally move on from "just" best friends to something more?

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August

Trixie

Her silken black hair shone under the dim moonlight as she threw her head back in glee, laughing at something someone else had said. It accentuated her long and delicate neck, the soft moonlight toning down her beautifully warm and golden complexion. Her whole face was lit up by a bright smile like she was about to bring the sun back up again all by herself.

I don't remember what it was that had made her this happy, just that it hadn't been me and…

“Trixie! Stop daydreaming, you're missing the whole show!”. Suddenly I am back in reality.

It's our annual family vacation, which means watching lots and lots of dumb reality TV and silly live shows with my half human cousins. They're always so excited about that kind of stuff.

It also means no magic and no Keris.

No magic because my aunt just had to go and marry a normal. Obviously he knows about magic, my aunt is still very much a crazy pixie like the rest of us and doesn't look very unmagical. (Don't ask me how she convinced him to marry her.) But still, she doesn't want him to feel left out. Which is stupid because by now, after 13 years of marriage and three half-pixie kids, he should have learned how to deal with it. His wife is a pixie AND a witch after all.

And about Keris… she lives on the other side of the country which is bad enough by itself but in addition to that she's currently traveling all over the place with her family. So zero bestfriends-alone-time. I miss her.

Keris

We've been traveling the whole summer and it's been exhausting.

Visiting my dad's family in Malaysia, sightseeing in Japan, Korea, India, walking along creamy-white beaches or the busy streets of even busier cities AND following my sister around on her weird hunts for fake alien skulls and ancient relics. All this crazy chaos makes me realize how much I miss my equally crazy and chaotic best friend. My heart starts to ache. I'm so happy to finally be back at Watford.

I'm especially excited about the picnic. It's always fun. Food, music, the newcomers finding out about their roommates, the bonfire… The first few years it's been just that, which is great of course. But at the end of our fifth year we'd been asked to join the older students in a relaxed party afterwards and that's when the real fun started.

It's been Trixie’s and my first party at Watford. If you pay close enough attention there actually are a lot of these get-togethers. They're filled with even more food, music, dancing and well… Alcohol. The biggest one is at the very end of every school year which leads me back to…

Trixie sitting so close to me, too close, her guitar is pressed into my thigh, her blonde hair tickling my neck. We've been a bit tipsy and she's been laughing about this or that, her laughter filling the brisk air around us. She's been oh so close to me under the silver light of the moon.

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