#non-binary baz

[this--is-serious-business]

Baz 7th year: What is non-binary? Like if your gay your gay, why all these terms.

Baz 20: Yea this friend from uni uses they/them pronouns, it is proper grammar in vernacular English so I don’t fuss about it.

Baz 23: gender is fake and no one may refer to me ever

[makedonsgriva]

bringing back this non-binary! Baz fic in honour of pride month.

[leithillustration]

Snow On Ice

Rating: M

Wordcount: 3881

Chapter: 1 of 12ish?

Summary:

This is it, I think to myself. This is the fresh start I wanted. I’ve left all the stress of Agatha and the press and stupid Baz back in the UK. I can really build something here and enjoy the next few months without any drama.

Pairs ice skating champion Simon Snow is looking for a fresh start. After skating with (now ex) girlfriend Agatha for almost 10 years, Snow has no idea who he is alone or what he wants to do with his life. So he’s going to America to star in a tv show about ice skating, leaving all the drama behind.

The last thing he’s prepared for is to spend the next four months sharing a rink, a hotel and a tv studio with rival skating champion Baz Pitch.

Welcome to the second fic I’ve written for @carryon-reverse-bang this year. Snow On Ice is inspired by this enthralling artwork from @iamamythologicalcreature ♥️ I loved the dynamic captured in this image, of Baz being so confident and teasing while Simon tries to keep up with him. It has accidentally sparked a multi-chapter fic which keeps growing every time I work on the outline!!

Massive thanks to @iamamythologicalcreature for not only inspiring this, but being there for spitballing ideas, sending ice skating videos and offering some great editing notes. I can’t wait to see what other artwork she’s plotting for this! Also shout out to my beta @you-remind-me-of-the-babe thank you for all the encouragement and feedback ♥️

Apparently I am incapable of writing a short fic, so this one is multi chapter. The second chapter is already way longer than the first, and I’m only part way through my plan for it 😅 So far I’ve got the outline for the first 9 chapters and I’m going to do my best to get on a semi-regular posting schedule of at least a chapter a month.

Hope you all enjoy reading! If you have any fun ice skating facts you’d be cool with me using, please let me know!! I’m learning so much writing this and I can’t wait to share it all with you XD

[an0leander]

say kaz is non-binary and nobody bats an eye. say kaz is a non-binary LESBIAN and society….SOCIETY CALLS ME GAY

happy pride month to them!!!! and kaz is there too

[philaet0s]

I was cleaning old apps off my phone and found this app made to create fake social media posts that I once downloaded because I wanted to write a social media AU. I had a real story that I downloaded from the app because it was taking up too much space and I wasn’t doing anything with it -I may still have the screenshots I had taken then, not sure- but as it happens, there’s a single post for another AU that I must have written one night when I was bored lol. Thought I could share it

the idea of my non binary baz in a celebrity AU is kind of cool though…

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 6, Poll 1

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Nova Huang-Mooncakes

Qualifications:

Hard of Hearing and queer, has a non-binary partner who is also a werewolf

Propaganda:

She’s really neat, she’s also a witch, and I really like how she has hearing aids that she uses, and that the author meshed them into her world in a cool way. It’s also just a really sweet story.

Baz Pitch-Carry On

Qualifications:

Is canonically queer and has a boyfriend. Also has a canon disability that affects his everyday life for a time--his leg healed wrong and he had chronic pain in it and got flareups, forcing him to drop football (soccer) and giving him a limp.

Propaganda:

Is a nerd, cares deeply about his friends, is a vampire. Wears the most over-the-top floral-patterned shirts and suits and rocks them.

[wolfywordweaver]

Trans Mages Week 2021 DAY 7 - sun/moon, fantasy/fairy tale

I have nothing to say for myself except that I wanted to write something weird for this prompt. XD

The universe was timeless, a thing that was not bound by the constraints of human or even godling understanding. It birthed us at its own whims, an explosion of light and darkness, heat and ice. We were formed and manifested, being set into the orbits of our existences and left to develop in our own ways.

Agatha was a beautiful constellation, all light and glimmer, something that everyone wanted to watch and worship. Penelope was the stern rings of protection around a planet, collecting space debris and summoning storms of calculated chaos.

I was darkness and a cold distant object of reflection. Something beautiful to behold, but never touch. To be touched hurt.

But as the eons passed, I decided that some things hurt worse.

The golden sun was life to all in this part of the world. Beings depended on him for their very existence and in turn worshiped him in gratitude. He sang beautiful songs, like all stars did, and sent them off to his beloved so far away.

Sometimes Agatha would send him a song back.

We danced together, the sun and I. It was an intricate one, years of practice having perfected it. Words were never really shared between us, not after the first century or so. Some worshiped him and some worshiped me, but it wasn’t ever really the same because he was the life giver and I was merely his mirror.

I was cold and had no heat of my own. No light. No life.

Death and dust were my realm, cold and lonely save for the pittance the sun shared with me. He was so far away.

Penelope would say that I complained. She was much further away but never had the same problems with the sun I did. And then she’d say that Agatha was even further away, and I would turn my dark back to her once more, refusing to hear more.

Simon, the sun, shone brightly enough to warm the corners of the galaxy, and yet he could still keep the planet alive. We would dance around, keeping the odd little rock wobbling on its course, offering the creatures such strange things as time and seasons.

They would write their histories, mostly not very accurate, and record the movements of the universal agents. They created as much as the realms of their minute and limited consciousnesses allowed, and sometimes I would watch with curiosity.

There was records of a dance, a dangerous one where my silver eyes caught the light of gold and where he stretched out his rays to brush against my cold hand. The planet shook, ice melted, climates changed, and the beings were almost no more.

He balked from me, and I dared not look at him again.

Touching hurt.

But not touching was agony.

We continued our dance, again and again. His songs to Agatha began to wane when it became clear she was no longer interested. She danced with no one but herself and had decided that she was more than happy with that.

Things were different between us now. An unwanted stone visitor had come our way and I had felt the sun’s fear for the planet. His dance was filled with agitation, with concern for them, and I ached. I was cold, but I was also hard, a protector in my own right. I caught the stone in my bosom, felt his hateful heat and cracked more deeply than I ever had.

I did not dance for a moment, days for the beings below, and he watched me with bated breath.

Beings such as I would sometimes return to the universe as we came. Light and darkness, cold and heat. Sometimes we broke out of our constrains and roamed beyond the galaxies. Fiona was off traveling through space now, paired with the twin collapsed stars and eating up portions of the universe gluttonously.

But I did not break away or flee. I swallowed the pain, crushed the stone into fine powder, and began my own shaky dance once more.

Touching hurt.

He danced with me again, but I dared not look into those golden eyes. Not while I wept glittering tears and shrouded my face.

Simon did not sing for anyone anymore. He warmed and danced, quiet and steady. The planet bloomed and prospered, only whispers of remembrance of the days the moon and sun stood still. Penelope tried to talk to me, but I kept silent. It was colder and I wanted to suffer alone.

And one day he wasn’t there anymore. I could feel the warmth of the sun, but it wasn’t Simon. It was an empty star, something I had heard of but never seen. One who whispered poems on repeat and died slowly.

I cast my eyes all over the universe, looking for him, frightened and lonely. Had he seen enough of my disfigured face? Had he grown tired of our dance?

Then the tides called my name, whispering for me to come. I looked to the planet and in wonder saw him walking along the shore. He was every bit of light as he had been as the star and I heard him sing a song for me.

A moon is helpless to the desires of his sun.

We knew it then, and would know it forever more. I was doomed to crash into him. It would destroy everything he loved, it would hurt us both, and yet there was no other outcome.

But for that moment, for these flitting years, we could be content. My being stretched down to the planet and into his outstretched arms.

And when we touched in that moment it did not hurt. Our lips met and it was as if nothing else mattered. He put a hand to my waist, and this time when we danced, my eyes never left his.

[eldin-tower]

“baz pitch uses he/they pronouns”, i say into the mic.

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"they’re right," they say. i look for the owner of the voice. there, in the 3rd row, stands tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch.

[raining-stormcloud]

I had a go at some fembaz cosplay, in preparation for Halloween. I'm still waiting on a corset to arrive, which I think will be perfect for baz, but other than that I fucking love these pictures and this outfit. I don't know how else to make it obviously baz, other than sprinkling in some floral, but alas I do not own any floral. I also fucking hate the feel of lipstick, but I'll do it for the vampy baby. (The Wand is a replica of Draco Malfoys 🤭)

[bonappetart]

for @nonbaznary for the winter carry on exchange!!

hope you like love!! 😁

[bloodenjoyer]

heres the thing i very much do NOT identify with the label nonbinary however when someone tries to call me binary i literally get offended or something idk 

[nonbaznary]

simon: so you're non biney?

simon: like

simon: you don't have any binery?

baz: Yeah

baz: Sure

simon: thats so poggers

[whotwentwrong]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Me: so, how about a non-binary Baz in a mythical alternate universe?

[kapitan5o]

Penny: Can you two stop flirting and start practicing already!

guys guys i’ve recently finished Carry On DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS-

[philaet0s]

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

Ehe thanks for that! I wouldn't know who to send it to and I get embarrased about asks so let's say I'm sending it to anyone who wants to do it lol

Now my 5 fav fics I've written...

The first one is, UNDOUBTEDLY,

1. Live and Die For Moments That We Stole 

My baby (literally, it took me 9 months to write it), my masterpiece. I love what I've done with this fic, I love the characters and the trajectories their lives take, I'm really, truly satisfied with this fic. Which is rare. Obviously if I rewrote it now I might change a few scenes, but as a whole, I love the fic and I'm very proud of it. It was a huge challenge because of the time period I set it in and because of the sheer lenght of that fic, but I did, I wrote it :)

2. Second Chance

I have a weird emotional attachement to this fic, I couldn't explain why but I reread it so often (because yes, I reread my own stuff, what's the point of writing stories I want to read if I don't read them?), and it always puts me in a good mood. I love the idea of a second chance, and of characters GROWING as people before they get that second chance

3. Woundrous and Mystical

I have to put it in the top three. Before I wrote Live and Die it was my favourite fic of mine, I'm just so proud of that story. Baz is my favourite character in this universe and the way that his trauma -psychological and physical- from the coffin is dealt with in canon is something that genuinely upsets me so for the longest time I wanted to write my own version of that, a version of the story where Baz gets to be affected by the fact that he was, you know, locked in a dark box for weeks without food. That story is very dear to me because of that, because it's centered around Baz and his trauma, but also because when I look at my fics as a whole, it's really with this one that I started to get a sense of how I wanted to write the characters and their relationships. The most striking example of that is Niall, the way I wrote Niall in Wondrous and Mystical is the way I've been writing Niall in my other fics since (except Live and Die, funnily enough), like Woundrous and Mystical really shaped my writing

4. The Ephemeral Nature of Flowers

Probably the fic of mine I've reread the most after Second Chance. I just love the vibes of that fic, I like the bittersweet ending, and I especially love the idea that a strong connection can be born in a very short time. Not in a 'love at first sight' kind of way because I don't really like that trope but in a 'we've had one real conversation and I feel like you and I connect in a very special way' kind of way

5. Thirteen Days to Fall in Love With Your Worst Enemy 

That fic was soooo much fun to write. Putting our Simon with a Baz that considers him their best friend, and our Baz with a Simon that considers him his best friend + non!binary Baz my beloved <3

Simon getting to see Baz for the person that he truly is and not this evil mastermind he imagines him to be is always my favourite thing to write in fics where they start out disliking each other, and this fic is literally just that, so

[crazybutgood]

Author appreciation origami rec: Baz

The second ko-fi slot origami rec for author appreciation is dedicated to @piarelei from @samyistrying, based on his fic Supernova Galaxy Pop! Please click on the image for better quality, and view the video for closer details of the board :)

Image description: a wooden board, with quotes handwritten in cursive in silver ink on black paper, and various origami objects stuck to it—as if they were floating, a nod to a scene involving zero gravity in the fic. At the top left, there are two origami compass star tatos, folded using bluish and purplish galaxy paper, in reference to the galaxy and the fact that Harry and Draco are navigating through space and also discovering each other. The blue and yellow flowers are from a plant Harry buys. The origami musical note is a nod to Singer!Draco. The origami lucky stars are the colours of the non-binary flag. The origami pink tree, white grass, and blue sprout plant at the base of the board are a nod to the forest and Draco's plants, and the colours of the trans flag (since Draco is trans and non-binary in the fic, I've included both flag colours). A quote is also handwritten in cursive in black on the tree.

Baz, I loved your transfest fic for this year and was super excited that samy wanted something based on it! It was an absolute pleasure to use his great keywords and what-ifs to brainstorm this idea and bring it to life. I hope you like it! Here's a lovely message and fic rec from samy:

"Baz, my angel, my shining star,

First of all, I'd like to encourage anyone reading this: READ BAZ'S WORK! Each one is a masterpiece on its own – written with love and passion. Especially those who enjoy reading trans love are in the right place. Apart from that, you'll be blown away by the soulful, almost poetic, writing style! Do yourself a favour: read /anything/ by Baz. You can't go wrong. Of course, I especially recommend the fanfic for which crazybutgood created this incredible artwork! THANK YOU AGAIN! The fic, Supernova Galaxy Pop, was written for transfest and contains heart, wit and the perfect portion of madness!

Now onto you Baz (I'm pretending this isn't readable to everyone lolol):

You've charmed your way into my heart in record time and are without a doubt one of my most important friends! I would never want to be without you, your written word, your fascinating thoughts and your loyal soul. Thank you for always seeking strength within yourself and thus being an inspiration to me. You're the best!❤️"

Please leave some love for Baz's fic here! (I love the word count too haha) :

Supernova Galaxy Pop (E, 22222) by @piarelei

Sometimes, one has to jump through wormholes, wander the universe, stumble upon their dead professor, and bodyguard a diva to find happiness.

Or Harry goes to space and understands what it means to yearn.

Read the fic quotes that are pasted on the board below the cut :)

Certainty makes space look glittery and breathlessly beautiful, rather than daunting and creepily infinite.

I learned that life without plants could drive one to depression at my own expense.

“How was it growing up?” one asks.

“Bad,” answers the other. “How do you like your… slushie?” 

“It’s okay,” one lies.

Draco’s hands on him are soothing, pulling away the worst of his anxiety and leaving him alone with Draco; alone together.

It blooms in his chest and Harry cannot help but prod at it, like the remnant of a blow, aching with purple bruises. It’s a thousand times more pleasurable than any cut he has ever received. 

They meld into each other, and it happens so seamlessly that Harry was never quite certain they were two different entities to begin with.

The sun warms his skin familiarly, soothing over the chapped bruises of his soul. He had missed Earth deeply, like a parent that would look after him, unnoticed until he had noted their absence.

Persona draped over their back like a cape 

Love given freely