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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @youarenevertooold. I really enjoyed the Mage snip and your cardigan is gorgeous!

Although I have been busy sewing this week, there is nothing I can preview. My COTTA collaboration with @iamamythologicalcreature goes up later this week, I can't preview any more of my CORB without giving the art away, and I've also started my COC art, which is SO ambitious and cool, but super top secret. I will say that my current plan is to do all 30 days. If I manage it, I will be VERY impressed with myself and will probably never want to see another sewing needle again!

Onto The Boy Next Door! Given the developments in chapter 7, everything I preview from now on will be a spoiler for anyone who is not caught up with the most current chapter and a SUPER spoiler for anyone who has not started reading. Especially for those of you who have not started, if you want the full experience of the fic, do not read the snip.

Find EXACTLY six Simon sentences below the cut.

Baking is a messy, full-body experience. In kitchens as small as this one, it also means close quarters. Elbows bumping. Hands brushing. Sliding into someone’s space for an ingredient just out of reach. Honestly, the perfect excuse to touch an overly cautious vampire.

Hellos and high-fives. If you live somewhere that honors daylight savings, may you enjoy your extra hour of rest!

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📚🔥🎵for the fic writer asks!

Thanks for the ask! (from this ask game)

I answered 📚 here and 🔥here!!

🎵: Do you create playlists for your fics?

I don't create playlists, but I oftentimes have handful of songs in mind. Not for every fic, but for many. I find a lot of inspiration in music, and sometimes my goal is to bring out emotions songs make me feel into my writing. But i never have enough songs to make a full playlist.

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Inktober 31 ⁙ Landmark

Those golden years at Watford, under the yew tree~ 💚💜

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And that's a wrap on Inktober 2024! I wasn't sure I'd be able to get to this every day, so I'm pleased I managed — even if some of the pieces were very simple. (There were some I hated so much, I nearly didn't post them at all... but I persevered!)

Thank you to everyone who commented or reblogged, it's been lovely engaging with you all again! Hopefully, I don't now disappear for ten months like last time, haha, 🖤

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Inktober 30 ⁙ Violin

“Look, I’m sorry I mentioned it. I’m sure it was very dramatic for your whole … circle.”

– Any Way The Wind Blows

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Niamh playing sad music on the world's tiniest violin for Agatha, 😔

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Inktober 28 ⁙ Jumbo

Okay yeah, it's sad Simon missed Joshua Tree and all, but what he really needs to do is go back to America and get a street pretzel.

A post-it note drawing for today~

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Hello! Long time no see. Thank you for all the tags in my absence. True blue adulthood has been kicking me in the proverbial balls. (Being overworked and underpaid and forced to engage in power struggles with other people’s children leaves very little time for creativity.) EDIT: okay I just got back from my second job and this one student made me laugh my ass off so I like kids again. Also, I forgot my headphones so I’m writing this to you from a very dismal bus ride since one of the only things keeping me sane is listening to the Anne of Green Gables audiobooks on my commutes. (You really gotta romanticize the mundane if you’re gonna survive in this world.)

And because of the Anne Shirley of it all, inspiration is striking every once in awhile. I’m writing, I suppose. Progress is incremental and I’m sorry there’s been such a lapse between IKABIKAM chapters. This one is very intense and I’m plagued by self-doubt and lack of motivation.

Allow me to indulge in a meaty WIPsday. I bring to you two excerpts relating to two songs that are heavily inspiring me for this chapter. One excerpt is Baz. One excerpt is Simon. But do not be fooled, the songs are for both of them at different times. The common theme? ANGER.

The View Between Villages (Extended) by Noah Kahan

The road turns from asphalt to cobblestone as we pass definitively back in time. The moat. The ramparts. The inner gate. It doesn’t evade me that Snow avoids looking at one thing for too long.

Memories flood my vision, haunting the Great Lawn with dozens of mirages. I breathe them in—all the feelings, all the Sunday afternoons, all the petty fights and words I wish I’d never said. They pass by, but refuse to land in the past. Not while we’re still moving through it.

Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender

I stare at a portrait of a young Davy Cadwallader. Seventeen. Full of fire. No blood on his hands yet. The glossy picture frame glares my reflection back at me. My thin frown is shrouded in shadows of my father—a pair of sad, angry eyes split between us. I think about how punchable his face is and then how half of it’s my own.

It’s a marvel that Baz is the one with a permanently broken nose.

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @larkral! That snip was sooo goood, and my heart goes out to Simon!

I've spent most of this week trying to figure out how to take pictures that actually look good on my much too old iPhone. Why you ask? I am trying to capture my art for CORB and COTTA in a way that has maximum impact. CORB sneak peeks below:

How many ways can I photograph these same beautiful legs? We'll see!

In fic land, I found one more snippet of The Boy Next Door that isn't a spoiler! So proud of me. (It's getting very, VERY difficult!). Below the cut some Baz POV. As a treat.

I have a few vague memories of Mum and Father’s date night and party outfits. I’ve watched a handful of rom-coms. I knew before I even hit Fiona’s room that nothing would meet the requirements. She only has two looks—punk-lounging-at-home and only slightly more palatable punk-going-to-work. Both rely an awful lot on vintage band merch and Doc Marten boots.  After a quick shower, I found Fiona’s cleanest tee and her loosest jeans, both of which were much too small but would have to do. Then, I raided her make-up. (To be clear, I know nothing about make-up, but Mum, Fiona, and Nico always wore eyeliner on dates and who am I to question what works?)  Now, I’m lying here on my couch barely breathing, both from the waves of regret coursing through me and from these jeans, which are so tight they are practically painted on. 

What is this fool up to? Find out on Friday!

Hellos and high-fives!

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WIP Wednesday

thanks for the tags @that-disabled-princess and @larkral! happy halloween-eve!

here's my last sneak peek of my @carryonthroughtheages fic before i post it! posting starts on sunday, so i'll either post it then, or on monday.

“That being said, wedding cake is delicious.” Agatha says.

“It’s just cake.” Simon, I suspect, already knows where this is going as well as I do. He would never utter the phrase “just cake” if he wasn’t deflecting.

“You just like an open bar.” I add, also on the defensive.

“Everyone appreciates an open bar.” Agatha counters. “How many martinis have you had tonight?”

“Just the two.” I respond primly.

“And two pints, three gin and tonics, and a shot of something that tastes like strawberry yogurt.” Simon supplies. I throw him a ‘traitor!’ look as Agatha crows in triumph.

“And the night is still young!” She grins.

as readers of Shoulder To Shoulder will know, i made an accompanying playlist of songs from the 80s that tied in with the events of the story. this story is set from 1985 to 2024, but the playlist is staying 80s, and i need suggestions for songs for three events: a wedding, a funeral, and a political march. if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!

tags and hellos: @forabeatofadrum @cutestkilla @run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @prettygoododds @bookish-bogwitch @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon @alexalexinii @confused-bi-queer @shrekgogurt @comesitintheclover @raenestee @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @noblecorgi @shemakesmeforget @ileadacharmedlife @supercutedinosaurs and @artsyunderstudy

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Welcome to Halloween eve WIPsday.

I've been ... sick and in a slump and blah blah blah. BUT I have been writing small little bits over the past few weeks and my therapist cancelled for this morning so I had some unexpected time to post AND I need some cheering on, so you're going to see them. :D

Firstly, Simon's two mums (ie finally, (already, always)):

Something in me pulls taut and then snaps. I'm sobbing. My eyes are closed, and someone is trying to take the wand out of my hand. I grip it tighter, my fingernails digging into my palms. I'm screaming, fighting, crying. And then still. Still like a cage, like a too-heavy blanket, like a straitjacket.  I push against it, against the constricting magic, but I'm trapped in my body, trapped under skin too stiff to flex, air too thick to move through. I grit my teeth, focus on my anger, my feelings, my heart. I let it all go up in flames and then I push.  I jerk out of the spell with a gasp, still clutching the wand, holding the trailing wisps of the newborn lamb magic in my hand. Mummy has my head on her lap, and she's stroking my hand where I'm holding the wand. Mummy is singing to me, and Mum is yelling at the headmaster, a pounding rhythm behind the sweet sound of the song. 

Secondly, Firstprince Soulmate BS below the cut. If you are someone who might want to beta read this Brilliant Shit, please hit me up, my regular cheerleaders aren't in this fandom 😂😭😂.

Alex and Nora and June are doing their final review of the seating chart for the Young America Gala when Alex realizes. "Fuuuck," is what he says.  "What, dreading seeing Timothée Chalamet flirt with the entire PR team?" Nora asks. "…again." "Oh god, don't even joke about that. No, I, uh, realized I have a few last minute additions to the guest list." "I put Bea on the list, manito." "What about…" he looks down at his hands and sighs. "Henry?" "Ha!" June erupts, and holds her hand out to Nora with a gimme gesture.  "I'll Venmo you," Nora says with a shrug.  "Wait, y'all were betting on this?"  "Obviously," Nora says with a level of nonchalance that suggests she was holding a loss at even odds. He turns to June, "Why would you ever bet against her?"

Tags and hugs (if you want them)! Happy All Hallows Eve Eve. May witches and goblins haunt your dreams (/positive).

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Six Sentence Sunday

thanks @monbons for always tagging me in your WIP posts! i'm so in love with your dolls and bubble baz!

after spending a weekend getting back into the snowbaz brainrot with @shrekgogurt i am finally coming back into the fandom space with a new name and a new WIP that will maybe see the light of day?? idk i'm weirdly motivated right now so i'm going to try and actually finish something for once.

that said, here's some sentences (if you close your eyes and don't count it's six):

Simon Snow is sitting on my bed, and I’m not telling him to get off.  He crawled on next to me and I don’t know what I’m meant to do with him now. I know we’ve crossed a lot of lines since the start of this “truce” but this feels different. This feels significant.  Simon Snow is sitting on my bed and he is holding his hands out to me. Both of them, palm up, resting on his knees like maybe he’s about to start meditating.  “Trust me.” He says, his blue eyes shimmering with such sincerity that I think I would have given in even if I wasn’t already completely lost for him.

hellos and hugs and whatever else you need

xoxo andie

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Booping the trick or treaters this year 🐾

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Sorry if I booped your blog 20 times, I had to keep booping until I got the perfect boop on the nose cuz that’s the cutest boop of all

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Booping the mutuals and blorbos, crashing the app and running down my battery. You know how it is 🐾

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That emoji is beautiful. Master piece. Boop the tits, it’s so fun! (. )🐾( .) Look I made dem bigger 😈

Follow to boop the same picture of Simon’s tits every Halloween (. ) 🐾( .)

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Idk who runs this blog but I love you and appreciate you! 🥰🥰🥰

Follow to see the same picture of Simon’s tits every day

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The kitties love his titties 🥰🥰🥰

Follow to see the same picture of Simon’s tits every day