Watford Agatha is ✨over it✨ - the remix
We are finally able to share our art for the @coartremix !!! And this is my interpertation of @rbkzz 's lovely art!!
I just had to, I saw the artwork and I immedietly thought of this meme. (Im sure it has been done a bunch of times already but hey, couldnt help myself.)
I can now post the Slow Dance piece I made (and definitely didn’t finish the morning of) for Rainbow at her LA signing last night! It was so lovely to not only meet Rainbow, but to also meet and spend time with so many fandom friends 🥹
Full confession that I haven’t read the book yet cause I got it last night, but I refuse to let something like not reading stop me. And naturally, I had to sneak Simon and Baz in there.
Thank you to @orange-peony @roomwithanopenfire and @thewholelemon for the tags! Remember when I said I wasn't going to write in July? LIES. Absolute lies. What I did instead was collaborate with @artsyunderstudy who's beta-ing and illustrating our fic that should be forthcoming next week ❤️ I'm so excited to share a snippet with you!
Later, sometime in the early morning before the sun rose, Simon woke up terrified from a dream. Baz’s eyes were black voids, his mouth full of white knives, and he was hungry. He was hungry and not next to Simon. But just as Simon was digging around at the foot of the bed for Baz’s red and gold striped pajamas, Baz opened the door to the bedroom. His eyes were clear grey. His teeth fit in his mouth, and when he lay down beside Simon, he said he was full. When Simon thinks back to that night, sometimes he opens his hand and stares at his palm, wishing he could set it on top of the sun and push, shoving it back down below the horizon—shoving it into that void no cartographer ever drew—because the next morning was the last day he saw Baz. Well, the last day, that is, until now.
Hello! I've finished writing the first chapter of my snowbaz accidental baby acquisition fic, which now actually has a title (Space Oddity).
Here's a snippet:
Tap tap tap. “Make it stop…” Baz complains, still nestled against me, his arms pulling me closer. He slides a leg over my thigh and hums in contentment. If anyone had told me that Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch is a cuddler, I would have laughed in their face, but here I am, with koala-Baz safely wrapped around me. “Let me go and check,” I whisper, because his silencing spell must have worn off by now, and I don’t want to wake up Penny. I slowly move his arm and slip out of his grip, pulling a disgruntled sound from Baz, and then I tiptoe on the carpet, pulling the curtains open. There’s a giant fucking bird perched on my window sill. I swear out loud, which makes Baz jump in bed and quickly grab his wand from the bedside table. “What is it? The Humdrum? What has it sent this time?” he asks. “Simon?” I hear Penny ask from the room next to mine. “Is everything alright?” “Baz, there’s a fucking pelican outside!” I hiss, pointing at the mass of white and black feathers obscuring the usual boring view from my window. “What’s a bloody pelican doing in London? As if the seagulls weren’t bad enough!”
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Simon and Baz came with me to get a new tattoo!
Baz even decided to get something for himself! He had an iron grip on Simon’s hand the whole time (feel free to comment about what tattoo you think he might get!)
commission for the very best @taubenschlag94 ❤️
I reread the Carry On trilogy :)))))
I love these boys so much you don't even know
I'm so excited to share my Carry On Art Remix! I was so blown away by @alexalexinii’s art that I couldn’t just do one artwork, I had to do three!
This was my first time participating in an event like this and I really enjoyed the challenge. I don't think I would've tackled an outdoor scene if it weren't for this. Thank you to @coartremix for hosting such a fun event!
My Carry On Art Remix for @arthurkko 's beautiful Ebb versus merwolf !! This was the piece I really really really wanted to do because I love dark landscapes (even though I hate drawing backgrounds so honestly what was I thinking 🥲)
In this AU the goats are nocturnal so they can munch grass and stretch their wings in peace (unless a merwolf decides to escape the moat and hunt them).
Thank you @coartremix for letting me play ♡♡♡
Happy Sunday! Thank you @orange-peony, @roomwithanopenfire, @nausikaaa, @ivelovedhimthroughworse and @thewholelemon for the tags!
I’m plodding along with the Practical Magic AU COBB I have with Arianna—I have a part I’m really anxious to start writing but I’m making myself work through it mostly chronologically, because as those of you who have seen my Married-by-the-Crucible snippets every now and then will know, coming at a story in non-chronological order might be fun for me but has not been especially productive. Anyway, here’s a bit of Niall POV:
There’s no proper spells for grief, nothing that isn’t dark and unpredictable, anyway. I understand Baz’s aunts do that sort of magick for foolish and forlorn Normals once in a blue moon—often enough that he knows better. The only true remedy is time. Adam died in early April and we’re just into June now, with a Strawberry Moon on the 17th.
Baz hands Mrs. Blackfish a small apothecary bottle and then looks over at me with a little smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. I clock the moment he sees what Gareth is up to in the storeroom; his expression shifts to one of scandalised dismay. He checks over his shoulder to be sure there aren’t any customers about before snapping his wand into his hand from the holster on his forearm. I jump aside to let him storm past me with a look I’d not wish on my worst enemy.
“Gareth!”
Have a great week, all! Tagging @rimeswithpurple, @stardustasincocaine, @ghostpepperworld, @palimpsessed, @aristocratic-otter, @artsyunderstudy, @youarenevertooold, @larkral, @letraspal, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla, @tender-ministrations, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @j-nipper-95, @beastmonstertitan, @c0nsumemy5oul, @iamamythologicalcreature, @raenestee, @monbons, @shrekgogurt, @drowninginships, @supercutedinosaurs, @alexalexinii, @fiend-for-culture, @stitchy-queerista, @wellbelesbian, @cows4247, @imagineacoolusername, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @ic3-que3n, @mooncello, @ileadacharmedlife, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @bookish-bogwitch, @valeffelees, @asocialpessimist
Ok, I'm determined to post today, even though I'm way behind on responding to y'all's posts. I'll get to them, I promise! I'm about to return to work, and I'm far more productive on work days than I am on vacation (weird as that sounds). So I'll catch up soon.
This week may not have been the most productive, but it was amazing nonetheless. I got to meet Rainbow! and seven lovely fandom friends! It's been a wild weekend, just in time to have to go back to work :(
Here are six-ish sentences from some of my WIPs!
First, thank you to : @hushed-chorus, @wellbelesbian, @martsonmars, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ic3-que3n, \
@whatevertheweather, @youarenevertooold, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @messofthejess, @blackberrysummerblog,
@nausikaaa, and @emeryhall for tagging me over the last few weeks!
Here’s one snippet from 5 of my WIPs. Cupid’s Shield and Stars, Flowers, and Children are both currently on extremely smutty parts, so there was nothing safe to share. (That probably sounds a little weird, given the most recent posted chapter in Stars has the boys at 12 years old, but don’t worry, the boys are 18+ in the chapter I’m working on, chapter 13) (chapter 10 of Stars should go up this week).
From Saving Simon Snow (also has a chapter that just needs editing and will probably go up this week) (why do I seem to finish chapters in all my WIPs at around the same time???):
“This is not what I—I don’t—Fuck!” He stops, and closes his eyes tightly, lifting his chin towards the ceiling.
“Simon, I—” I reach out to him. It’s a mistake. His eyes snap open, and their blue is electric. He puts up both hands as a block to mine and I snatch my hand back.
“No,” he says, then repeats it. “Nononononono—I can’t—” He’s tearing at his hair worse than before and I want to untangle his fingers from his curls and kiss his each digit to soothe him. But he doesn’t want me.
From Snow Fox:
I’d say the man across from me is a snake, but that wouldn’t be fair to serpents.
I dig my fingertips into the brocade of the armchair. Tarleton can’t see my hands beneath the folds of my dress, so I’ll allow myself that much of a reaction. My face, which he can see, is perfectly smooth and placid, like my mother’s. She’s sitting to the right of me in the other armchair from my parent’s sitting room. Tarleton has turned around one of the plain wood kitchen chairs and is sitting on it backwards with his arms folded over the wooden back of the chair. He’s smiling at us with all his teeth. And none of his eyes.
From TikTok Dancer:
This is not good.
I watch as Snow dips and spins, and I worry.
He told us that he wanted to dance alone today. I didn’t question it at the time…Snow has days like that, where the dance is everything and he needs the solitude to focus on nothing but dance. I think those are the days that he mourns what he’s lost. At least, his dance always seems a little sad, on those days. We still film him, of course. The work he does on those solo days is some of his most brilliant and gets the most hits and likes on YouTube and TikTok.
But this dance…it scares me.
From The Rat and the River (Chapter 2 just posted! Here’s a teaser from chapter 4)
I hope that the need for haste doesn’t make them careless. I suppose it hasn’t yet.
I try to stay as unobtrusive as I can while I watch the team prepare. I can feel the bite of worry in my gut. Snow’s done this dozens of times without the slightest problem, and I try to comfort myself with that, but my peripheral nervous system is not listening to me. My fingers feel cold and faint shivers pass over my skin in waves.
It’s minor enough that I can hide it, fortunately. I don’t need to put the burden of my fear on him.
And from my new project, untitled as yet, the following (forgive me…):
Penny
Simon looks like he’s seen a ghost. Well, I guess he has, actually, seen a ghost.
I know I speculated that Basilton might be dead, but I don’t think I actually believed it. There’s no denying it now, though. Basilton is quite clearly a visitor. I wonder who he’s here to visit? His cousin maybe? Or his best friend?
But no. The whole room watches in shocked silence as he paces unerringly towards my best friend.
Tags and zen hugs to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @bazzybelle, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed,
@frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist,
@nightimedreamersghost, @thewholelemon, @angelsfalling16, @mooncello, @shrekgogurt, @cosmicalart,
@cutestkilla, @theearlgreymage, @alexalexinii, @Iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife,
rainbow rowell just casually confirming simon and baz are married with absolutely no warning 😭
“We are who we know ourselves to be, and we are what we love.”
