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sailorblossoms · 2 months
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I read this and immediately thought “this is so Baz” and then remembered Baz basically says this on page after Simon kisses him because he put butter on his sandwich
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(for the record this is also very Simon “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Baz” Snow, they are equally insane about each other)
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GUYS GUYS LIKE GUUUYS
I was on my way home from my uni and I had to RUN because I found a bus promoting ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS
I really tried but all I got was to make a scene in public and an awful proof pic.
Any way IM SO EXCITED
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*sounds of giving up but in Spanish*
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finally got around to decorating for Christmas!
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Wayward Son is great because it’s like Simon: OMG America is so big and beautiful and colourful and -
Baz: I hate it here I want to go home ;-; ow sunlight.
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smol-cryptid · 9 months
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Finally finished reading the Simon Snow trilogy like a week ago and I couldn’t stop thinking about them and I just had to draw Simon and Baz 🥺 can’t believe it took me til 2023 to read the third book and I had to reread the first two and mannn I really enjoyed the series 😭
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seiya-starsniper · 7 months
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For the flower prompts...
Calla Lily (it's my favourite flower) - Something at first sight.
I leave it to you to do any Sandman pairing you have an itch to write. 💜😊
Ooooooo this one is so appropriate for me as one of my fave fics I’ve written (not for this fandom) is called Calla Lillies 💖💖 I also added a little personalized twist on this, just for you 😘
Flower Prompt Game!
(Also, for anyone still wondering, I am in fact still accepting prompts! Gonna be a bit slow and answer one or two a day, but I’m so glad this has been such a hit!)
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When Morpheus Endless (and isn’t that the name of the century?) enters the coffee shop in a whirlwind of taut anxiety and indignant rage, Simon Snow does not even say hello, he merely takes up residence at the espresso machine to start preparing the most absurdly complex drink known to man.  
“Your man is here,” Penelope deadpans, and Simon rolls his eyes. Morpheus is not his man. He’s very nice to look at, yes, and he may or may not bear a striking resemblance to Simon’s hopelessly secret crush arch nemesis, but they’re too alike in temperament to be anything more than friends. But he can see where the confusion comes from. 
When he finishes making Morpheus’s regular order, he calls for his break and walks over, drink in hand, to the corner Morpheus and his terribly bad mood have taken up residence. 
“Bad day?” Simon asks, placing the absurdly sweet concoction down on the table where Morpheus has sprawled all his notebooks and laptop. He’s not looking at any of it though, more preoccupied with whatever social media scandal is happening on his phone.
“Cory left me,” Morpheus growls, tapping angrily at the screen. “For Alex Burgess. Who, as you recall, is currently still in a relationship with Paul Mcguire, the unfaithful bastard.” 
Simon has no idea who these people are besides Cory, who has come into the shop with Morpheus once. He doesn’t pay attention to the campus gossip. More specifically, the rich people campus gossip. Because Simon is here at the university on scholarship, working part time at the local coffee shop for a little extra spending money, and Morpheus is part of the very small, elite group of legacy family admissions. 
No one, not even Penelope, Simon’s best friend since childhood, understands why he and Morpheus get along so well. Simon knows it’s partially because he’s the only one willing to make Morpheus’s stupidly complicated order, and partially because they’re both grumpy bisexuals who fall in love too easily with the wrong people. 
“You were too good for him anyways,” Simon replies, plopping down into the chair next to Morpheus.
“Damn right I am,” Morpheus answers, picking up his coffee that is actually more syrup, sugar and milk than anything resembling coffee. And that was after Simon added four shots of espresso. He groans happily as he takes his first sip. “He was awful in bed anyways.”
Simon snorts. “Maybe you should try not dating rich assholes,” he offers.
“No? I should only pine for them hopelessly from across the rugby pitch?” Morpheus answers pointedly. 
“Wow, you’re lucky I’m on shift or I’d tip that sad excuse for coffee into your lap,” Simon bites back, feeling the familiar heat of anger rise up in him. Because of course Morpheus knew about Simon’s complicated feelings towards Baz. But he didn’t have to be an asshole about it just because he got dumped.
Morpheus sniffles. “These jeans are Gucci,” is all he says back, before taking another sip of his coffee and letting the subject drop. 
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Simon’s break is over before he knows it, and not a moment too soon. He and Penelope are swamped by the late-afternoon rush. Simon doesn’t know how so many people could be craving coffee this late in the day, but to each their own. Morpheus had ordered a second cup of his ungodly drink right before the rush hit, and it’s when he’s finishing up that drink and getting ready to leave that half the rugby team decides to walk into the cafe and ruin Simon’s day. 
“Snow,” Baz Pitch sneers at him when he gets to the counter to order. Simon rolls his eyes.
“Let me guess, black tea for the blackness in your soul?” he retorts, smirking when Baz’s face goes tight with annoyance.
“Ooooh, this guy’s got you down to a T,” a brunette answers, coming up from behind Baz and draping an arm over his shoulders.
“Shut up Hob,” Baz replies, rolling his eyes and shrugging his friend off before turning back to Simon. “And yes, black tea, but do try not to over-steep it this time Snow.”
“I’ll have a caramel latte,” the man called Hob adds, “with extra caramel syrup since Bazzy’s paying.”
“Hob I swear if you call me Bazzy one more time—”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll sue me for defamation somehow, hey, can I get a couple of cake pops too?” Hob answers all in one breath. Simon gets the impression the man is something like a golden retriever in human form. 
“Sure, anything for a friend of Bazzy's,” Simon chuckles before he turns to work on their order. He can practically feel Baz seething from behind him as he prepares their order. 
As he’s getting ready to prepare Hob’s latte, Simon catches Morpheus out of the corner of his eye approaching the counter, and he instinctively starts preparing a drink for him as well. Seriously, how the hell could Morpheus stomach one of these, let alone three in a single sitting?
“The line is behind me, Endless,” Simon hears Baz say. 
“Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken, Basil,” Morpheus replies smoothly. “There is no line when you’re the favorite.”
“Who the hell says you’re the favorite?” Baz snaps 
“I do,” Simon cuts in, bringing over the order, and making sure to hand Morpheus’s drink over first. He can just tell Baz is irrationally mad about the whole thing. “Unlike some other customers, Morpheus is a sweetheart.”
“Thank you, dear heart,” Morpheus practically coos at him before turning back to Baz and Hob and smirking. “The cake pops are quite good, by the way.”
“Good to know!” Hob answers cheerily. “Did you want one, by the way? Didn’t realize how large they were,” he adds holding one out. 
Morpheus looks taken aback, but accepts the cake pop with a meek thank you and then with their order complete, the rugby team starts making their way towards the exit. Morpheus stares after them as they leave, cake pop still in hand. 
“I think I’m in love,” Morpheus says once the cafe has totally emptied out.
“You’re what now?” Simon exclaims, then groans. “Please tell me this isn’t about the cake pop.”
“He has nice eyes,” Morpheus argues. “And if he tolerates Basil’s awful attitude, I’m practically a ray of sunshine in comparison.”
“You're not wrong,” Penelope cuts in, leaning her elbows down on the counter next to Simon. “And if Morpheus can get Hob, maybe he can help you get Baz, Si.”
“That is a terrible plan,” Simon says. “And anyways, Baz hates me.”
“It’s an excellent plan,” Morpheus replies. “And also, you’re an idiot. Basil was ready to stab me with my own fountain pen for touching you so casually.”
“He was not!” Simon squeaks.
“No, he definitely was, I’m with Morpheus here,” Penelope says. “Maybe you two should pretend to date and see how long it takes for Baz to crack.”
“Absolutely not,” Simon says at the same time Morpheus answers “That’s an excellent idea.”
Simon groans. 
“I don’t have a choice in the matter do I?” he asks.
“Not at all,” Morpheus replies, biting into the cake pop.
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addison-was-here · 9 months
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guess who just finished Carry On (and is in shambles)
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erzbethluna · 2 years
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Finally! I ended up using a mix of acrylics, pencil colors, markers and inks. I had so much fun drawing and coloring this little lad ✨ his wings are a pleasure and a nightmare at the same time, but I ended loving them 🙌
I introduce you the Salisbury Heir, Brand New!!! 🥀🐲⚔️💖 Aka Simon half a sandwich Snow 🙈
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confused-bi-queer · 3 months
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Thank you for tagging me @artsyunderstudy @nightimedreamersworld @valeffelees all of your wips are amazing😭
I've been writing MalMage non stop (tomorrow chapter 6 will be up, damn), but I figured I would go back to write SnowBaz for a change.
This fic was supposed to be out like three months ago, but it's been hard dealing with internalized homophobia, so I couldn't get the words out. But there are some now!
And oh, right! This will have art (already does, oops), so guess who...
BAZ
He kisses me one last time, with less enthusiasm than when he saw me, and starts to walk away, almost dragging his feet on the ground. If he had his tail and wings out, they would be down. I can’t let him leave like that. I go to him, turn him around with a firm grasp around his waist, and pull him into me. With a little bit more force than I should. A little treat for my Simon. I kiss him fiercely, soundly, like it’s life or death, like we’ll never do it again. Like I’m not seeing him in a few hours. He starts to get too enthusiastic, kissing me just as ferociously and hungrily, and I fist his hair to pull him back. He’s panting into my mouth. I kiss his cheek, then his jaw and down to his neck. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of later, darling,” I whisper into his ear. “You just have to wait for me like the good boy I know you are.”
It's smut, of course, but there's some plot as well!!
Now tagging: @shrekgogurt @that-disabled-princess @bookish-bogwitch @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @raenestee @shemakesmeforget @alexalexinii @theearlgreymage @whogaveyoupermission @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @johnwgrey @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @larkral @stitchyqueer @aristocratic-otter @ileadacharmedlife
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crazy-fangirl2524 · 9 months
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Champagne problems by theresnothis (me)
“Simon Snow dropped my hand in the middle of a dance in our annual Christmas ball to go to Agatha Wellbelove, leaving me crestfallen on the landing”
Can’t believe I wrote carry on fanfic and not aftg fanfic wow am I moving on? (No I’m still planning to reread aftg for the fourth time)
Anyways hope you guys will give this a chance!! It is pretty short just 1k words
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sailorblossoms · 1 month
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When Simon and Baz get married (when and not if because I think they totally would) it occurs to me that Simon could very much struggle to contain himself to not jump Baz before they’re supposed to kiss lol
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katmiscellanious · 11 months
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Baz in each of my WIPs as unhinged images I have saved on Pinterest
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Stuck in the past (Show me your future) - (Time travel, Simon Snow accidentally summons his future self after Agatha breaks up with him)
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Untiled fic 1 (temporary name: All the important details) (Mystery, Baz returns for his final year, Simon doesn’t, and everyone is acting strange)
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I was made to finish your duet (Enchanted AU, Simon Snow falls through a wishing well searching for his lost princess and meets Baz, a tired British lawyer living in New York with his daughter).
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Disgraced (Fantasy AU, Inspired by Galavant, Simon Snow was a great hero but goes into hiding after being cursed in the final fight. Baz seeks his help to fight an familiar evil that had taken his Kingdom)
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my main takeaway from the Simon Snow series
You Are Not Broken.
Simon grew up in care with no one that really cared about him. No one coddled him, no one fussed over him when he didn't feel well, and he felt like the most insignificant nobody in all of England.
And then this cool guy that has a sword and can do magic (whoa!) sweeps in and tells him that he's the most important and powerful somebody to ever exist and sweeps his entire world out from under him.
When we get his POVs, the mage spends the entire book telling us he has to fix Simon. That Simon is broken because he can't harness his power (which I did a tiny essay on here if you're interested). That Simon is so broken and shattered that he is unfixable.
From a boy with nothing to "Let the greatest power of powers reign, and may it save us all" and then back to a boy with nothing. His magic was what connected him to that beautiful world of worthiness and just as quickly as he was whisked into it, he was cast out. After being told by his mentor that he was unfixably broken.
That's... devastating.
and even more devastatingly, he believed it.
He believed it so much that started self-sabotaging every other good thing in his life because one horrible manipulative person told him he was broken.
and he believed it for over a year.
Which is why Simon and Baz meeting Lady Salisbury was so important.
She had a son who barely had any magic. And even though he didn't have magic, he didn't have that crucial connection to his mother's world that was coveted above everything else, she loved him anyway. She loves him so so much. and then, her son with some magic became her son with no magic at all. And she still cried with joy over his return when he came back to her.
Because love doesn't care about a silly thing like magic. Love is the greater magic, and it always is, and always will be.
He didn't have any magic to give, because he gave it all away. But he had love. He has more love in him than any other character in that series, except for maybe Ruth. He loves his school. He loves his friends. He loves his world of mages, even if it hurts too much to be a big part of it. He loves his mentor, and the silly goats that everyone overlooked, and even his evil, scorned roommate. Maybe the scorned roommate most of all. Simon never had a shortage of love to give.
And meeting Ruth and his real family was finally able to prove to him that the love he held close and carried around his whole life was finally enough. Better yet, it had always been enough, even though he was the last to see it.
Your love is enough. The love and goodness you put out into this world is enough. And you are worthy of love in return. Always. No exceptions. You are not broken. You are human, and humans are immovable and unshatterable. Your love is your magic, and you are worthy.
This post is for you. Never let them tell you you're not magic.
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Pale, black hair, grey eyes, vampire, from a rich, old family, plays the violin, looks damn good in a suit, has a posh English accent, really smart - hell, what took Simon so long? If I were Baz’s roommate I would’ve been all over him within a week.
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nattyjae · 1 year
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Here are some illustrations I made for @aroace-genderfluid-sheep's wonderfully adorable fanfix hair love under dragon’s touch for @carryon-countdown day 22: ritual! I had to much fun drawing these boys and I highly recommend checking hair love under dragon’s touch - it is well worth it!!
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peachesobviously · 1 year
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Baz Pitch & Simon Snow
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