“Pan would have never done this,” Hook eventually says. “Tonight would have ended in blood.”
“Disappointed?” Simon asks.
Hook releases a long sigh. It sounds sad. Tired. “Can’t say that I am. I used to be a lost boy myself.”
“You were?” I ask, turning to look at the slumbering kids a short distance away.
“Not that kind,” Hook says with distaste. His voice softens. “A different sort of lost somewhere else.”
Excerpt from Lost Boys, by @mooncello
I am so excited to announce that I'll be adding illustrations to @mooncello's absolutely gorgeous (and highly inspirational) fanfic "Lost Boys." I've been fangirling this story from the first sampling I read on a wipsday post, and getting to illustrate Heath's beautiful prose is an absolute dream.
If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, now's an excellent time to do so! You can get the full context for the illustration above, and see a higher res version, if you so desire.
Thank you for inviting me to play in your sandbox, Heath! <3
redraw of an old inktober piece. their first kiss from my fic, between the lines. i’m working on some other illustrations for the fic atm; can’t wait to share with y’all!
Happy Wednesday! I’m on spring break and blissfully alone at a cafe writing for a few hours this morning. The weather is just starting to turn nice (though its supposed to rain tomorrow) but I can feel spring coming properly, which makes me happy. I hope y’all are getting some nicer weather soon, too.
I’m plugging away on my new WIP. I previously mentioned I’m tentatively titling it Back and Back and Back. I also quite like Start at the End, though I’m not sure if that description will end up strictly accurate, so might not work. We shall see.
I’m going to go ahead and share the premise now (or rather, the inspiration) because why not? I was reading through @carryonprompts and found this one and quite liked the idea. I started daydreaming about it in earnest right away. This was the first thing I wrote:
Past
BAZ age 6, 2003
When I get home from school, Vera always makes me a snack. After that, I’m supposed to do my homework before I’m allowed to go outside and play. There’s always pages and pages of it, and it’s horrid, because it’s so easy, it makes me want to rip it to pieces, or hide it under my bed. And if I have to read one more book about Dick and Jane, I think I might scream. (I’ve read every one of the books in my Beatrix Potter collections. Doesn’t my teacher know that if I can read words like presently, I shouldn’t need to read these baby primers?)
Even though I could do this stuff in my sleep, it’s going to have to wait because today he is here.
Or at least, I think he is. I only saw a flash of red out beyond the trees, but that’s as good a sign as any. I don’t want to make him wait, because I don’t know how long he’ll have to visit today, so I have to plan my escape quite quickly.
I don’t imagine this holding too closely to the book/movie. I’m taking inspiration from parts I liked (and can remember 15 years later lol) but shaping this to be a Watford-era, canon divergent fic with some time traveling/soul mate/destiny elements. It feels very ambitious for me to try writing time travel because it hurts my brain to even consume time travel media sometimes 🤣 and I am much more of a pantser than a planner when I write. Then again, the prospect of pulling off this sort of challenge intrigues me. Wish me luck!
The Carry On Reverse Bang is a fandom event where an artist and writer pair up to collaborate on fic/art that is inspired by the artist’s concept. Our posting window for 2023 has now closed! You can click on any of the links to view these amazing collabs. You can also check out the collection on AO3, Carry On Reverse Bang 2023
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“Okay, Baz, all you’ve got to do is believe.”
“Believe what?” I ask breathlessly.
“In yourself. In me. That there’s a place for us lost boys. A place we belong.”
This is a story about loneliness and love. A story about feeling lost and being seen, growing up and forging your own path forward.
“Oh, right,” Dev said. “There was that vampire attack on your mum a few years ago. She probably doesn’t like vampires.”
I nodded.
“Well, your mum’s not in here, so I’ll teach you how to play vampires. So one of us is the vampire—that’ll be me—and the other—you—will be the victim.”
“Victim?”
“Yeah, you know. The one who gets his blood sucked.”
“What do you mean blood sucked?”
“I mean, the vampire will suck the victim’s blood.”
“But— but vampires don’t suck blood.”
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Snapshots and memories of Baz’s childhood, from five years old to the summer before third year. He has a lot to learn about vampires.
Do you know it when you give up everything to finish reading a book series quickly because you’re so invested in it but you become obsessed with it and then you actually finish it and the void is immediately there. Like what do I do with my life now. Do I reread it? Do I drown myself in fanfiction? Do I draw my babies? Do I lie in bed all sad and miss my babies so much I cant live my life normally? Do I try to move on and start reading something new knowing my mind is still deep in the other series? Clearly it’s impossible. What do I doooo
This chapter is impossible to summarize without spoiling, you’ll have to just read it.
Basil Pitch's Diary
T, 32k, 8/14.
Baz is determined that 2015 will be his year. His year to break free from his vampirism, his father's expectations, and most of all, his feelings for Simon Snow.
The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.
Sorry this is late. I honestly forgot I'd doodled this tiny little text ficlet. Just some randomness that popped into my head with this @carryon-countdown prompt.
Simon POV:
“I’m not sick.”
I sigh as I eye a wall full of homeopathic teas. Surely there’s something here, out of like 500 different herbal blends, that will help Baz out. I pick one up and read the label (like that will help). “You’re malnourished,” I murmur into my mobile as I read, “which I could fix, but you don’t want to bite me.”
I can hear Baz roll his eyes. “I’m fine, Snow. And I don’t get sick, so you don’t have to cure me.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Maybe this one? Is echinacea beneficial to stubborn blood-starved vampires? Maybe something with more iron in it. Maybe I should be stuffing supplements down his throat.
“I don’t get sick. I’m a dark creature of the night.”
I love how he uses that excuse like it isn’t at least partly responsible for his current condition. Prat. “You fainted.”
There’s a pause, then Baz mutters, “I took a strategic break from consciousness.”
I snort. I’m going to stuff him with iron supplements, then kiss him stupid. “You like green tea, right?”
Baz lets out a beleaguered sigh, which has a sort of honking cadence to it over the phone. “I’m not sick.” A pause. Then, “But I do like green tea.”
Right. Into the basket with that blend. “If I ‘took a break’ the way you did this morning, you’d have had me at Dr. Wellbelove’s within the hour.”
“That’s different.”
Red meat. I could do steak. I’m pretty decent at grilling. And if all else fails, Baz needs practice putting out fires, right? “Really not,” I say after a second. “I’m getting you protein powder, too.”
“That’s barbaric, Snow.”
“Oh, I’ll show you barbaric, Pitch,” I say with a smile. “But only if you drink your tea, and your protein shake, and top it all off with twice as many rodents as usual. And if you ask nicely.”
A pause. “I’m still not biting you.”
Was that hesitation? My altruistic desire to help Baz suddenly seems like a potential opportunity. I dump three flavours of protein powder into my basket, including one I know has the consistency of ground chalk. “Promises, promises, Baz.”