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ic3-que3n · 8 months
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I FINISHED IT! (I was worried about making it in time. Three days ago it was a rough sketch)
Here is my art piece (s) for Carry on Through the Ages an event run by @carryonthroughtheages
More below the cut.
So my idea for this wordless comic is loosely inspired by the myth of Galatea.
Agatha is constantly pursued by suitors but she isn't into anyone and doesn't want to marry any living man. In a Galatea fashion she goes to carve a man for herself to be her husband, one who wont want anything from her and will let her live her life alone. She starts carving Simon but after finishing carving his face she pauses. He isn't looking like her sketch there is something off, something wrong with his expression. She takes a step back and notices the statue is regarding her with a mournful expression. So she goes back to her art and starts drawing to figure it out, she does and goes back to the statue adding what was missing: Baz. A love Simon could actually have and hold forever, not to be in a cold lifeless sham. Agatha leaves the statue in some quiet forest grove to live their life and goes and lives hers in her own way.
Also this didn't come through in the nicer photos BUT i used a metallic watercolor for the marble and it kills me it didn't show up so here is a close up:
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j-nipper-95 · 4 months
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Yes, 2023 is drawing to a close. Yes, I have been lurking for (I think) months at this point. Yes, I have been writing. Thank you so much to everyone who has been tagging me in recent weeks/months, I'm so sorry I haven't been interacting as much with you all as I have in the past. In the last few months I just haven't had the social battery to do much more than just lurk in comments sections, and sometimes not even that (autistic burnout is not fun, can confirm, 0/10, do not recommend).
But I'm back, and here's hoping 2024 is a good year, and one that's productive where writing is concerned! 2023 was a pretty good year for me; I published my first fic (which was also the first bit of writing I've properly published anywhere!), and I sent off my first query for ASR! To a proper literary agent! Like ... WHAT?! I still can't believe it!
As for the end of this year, let's get one last hurrah in for the year of 2023 with the final WIPsday of the year. Chapter 11 of Trails is coming, it just needs to be edited. Here's an unedited snippet of the chaos you have to look forward to.
“When I tell you to, run like fuck,” Fiona tells us, clicking the hammer back on her revolver.  “How many more rounds have you got?” Penny asks. “Enough to take down half the idiots aboard this ship.” Fiona takes up a position on one side of the hatch, her finger on the trigger guard. As she moves I hear the tell tale clink of a box of rounds, and see the outline of it in her trouser pocket for the first time. “Fiona,” I caution. “Maybe we should try to do this quietly.” “No chance of that, boyo. I’m killing as many of these fuckers as I can before we go overboard.” “Fiona,” I try again, but she isn’t listening. “The lifeboat is on the right side,” Penny whispers to us, eyeing Fiona out of the corner of her eye. We’ll lower you into it, Baz, then follow.” I guess I don’t have much of a say in this, as Snow is literally the only reason I’m still standing right now. I nod, and Penny creeps up the stairs behind Fiona, who does so about as well as a bull in a china shop. She storms out onto the deck and I’m actually surprised by how long it takes for bullets to start flying. There’s a solid fifteen seconds or so, which allows Bunce to make it up the stairs and gesture for us to follow, before an alarm is raised and Fiona does what she does best: cause chaos.
This hiatus with Trails wasn't planned, but work and general holiday madness got in the way of the tentative schedule my beta's and I had. New Year, fresh start, once more into the fray, as they say. I hope you can join us for this fics future shenanigans.
Tagging for the new year: @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cosmicalart @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @that-disabled-princess @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe 
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hushed-chorus · 8 months
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Simon is lucky to survive when his ship is wrecked, even if it left him stranded on a desert island. But he's not the only one who escaped. The ship's mysterious cargo, the creature in the box, also made it to shore. What hope does Simon have when a vampire is lurking in the island's wooded interior?
Welcome to Carry On Through The Ages 2023 (@carryonthroughtheages)! Please enjoy my Age of Sail Snowbaz fic about survival and finding happiness against the odds.
Blood, Salt & Hummingbirds on AO3
(Chapters 9/9, T but mind the tags and CWs in chapter notes)
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aristocratic-otter · 8 months
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Hello all! Well, COVID has passed me, not with a bang but with a whimper. I.E., I got it, I think (never tested positive), but with very very faint symptoms, and I'm fine now, so phew. Also, I'm going to see the Book of Mormon this week (the play), so I'm hyped right now!
Thank you to all who've tagged me in the last week. Even when I don't have time or feel up to posting, I love reading what y'all are doing. It's so diverse and interesting!
My thanks to: @j-nipper-95, @artsyunderstudy, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @nightimedreamersghost, @cosmicalart, @larkral, @angelsfalling16, @wellbelesbian, @cutestkilla, @confused-bi-queer, @hushed-chorus, @bookish-bogwitch, @ileadacharmedlife and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe.
There'll be no snippet from Westward Son this week. Not that I'm not making progress (I am), but everything I've written this week is extremely smutty, lol.
From my Age of Sail AU, which now has a name! It's Stars, Flowers, and Children, from the Dante quote: "Three things remain to us from paradise: stars, flowers, and children." It's extremely fitting, as you'll eventually see.
The Snip:
I don’t look at Baz. I’m feeling a little tetchy after being so soft with him. After a moment, he rolls back onto his back as well. Neither of us talk about it. But just as I’m drifting off, I’m almost certain I hear him whisper, “Thank you.”
Every night, for years afterward, I always give him a hug and a kiss goodnight.
From: To Heal a Broken Mind (coming down to the wire on this one!)
I want Baz. I want to wrap myself around him. I want to pull him inside of me so that our two hearts merge into one. 
He wants it too. And I’m too weak to deny him. To deny myself the comfort of his arms tonight. 
From Saving Simon Snow (I've hit a rough patch, but I think there will be a new chapter sometime this week):
“Shit,” he hisses. 
I spin to face him, half expecting a monster to have burst out of the fixtures and attacked him. But he’s fine. There’s no monster. Just Baz. Who for some reason is glaring at this very pretty bed. 
From Snow Fox (Next chapter definitely up this week!) (TW: for emetophobics):
“Basilton, what are you—” my father says, frowning. 
Before he can finish, though, Tarleton sends me a cocky grin and says, “I could land that hit with my eyes shut, Mr. Pitch.” 
“Show me?” I breathe, biting my lip as if enthralled by him. I’m not. I’m disgusted. If he tried to kiss me, I might vomit in his mouth.
From this year's CORB, The Heart In The Well (the name just came to me, I can't explain why it takes months for some fics and days for others!)
“This is your fault!”
Baz crosses his arms over his chest and narrows his eyes at me. “Really, Snow,” he drawls. I swear he sounds posher the more annoyed he is. Which is quite a trick, given that he’s sitting in the dirt, his stork legs stretched out nearly from one side of the well to the other, and wearing a dirty and tattered Watford uniform. 
Still he manages to look better than me.
Aaaand...a tease from something I've been calling "Simon as a TikTok dancer" (but which is absolutely a lot more than that):
Shepard smiles at my apparent interest. “This footage still needs a lot of editing before I can post it. But we post it on the internet, which is a way everyone in the world can see it if they want. And if enough people see it, we might get noticed. And we might start making money. More than the tips we get for our live performances at least.”
Half of what he says is nonsense to me, but I’m quivering with curiosity now. 
(and no, this isn't the mystery project I've teased. Which makes this...wince...my seventh WIP)
Tags and High Fives to everyone above and :
@angelsfalling16, @bazzybelle, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @messofthejess, @moments-au-crayon22, @alexalexinii, @moodandmist, @mostlymaudlin, @prettylightsbigcity, @rimeswithpurple, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old.
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Six Something Sunday
(According to @forabeatofadrum it's Speak Your Language day! My first language is English, but I'm learning Spanish as a second language, so Spanish it'll be.)
Buenos días a todos, y ¡gracias por las etiquetas @forabeatofadrum y @nausikaaa! No tenía planes para publicar nada hoy, pero yo quiero practicar español un poco.
No tengo nada jaja. Pero estoy pensando en ideas para COTTA, ¡así que aquí está una de ellas!
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Eso es todo lo que tengo por ahora, pero me gusta mucho esta idea, así que voy a escribirla. No es una idea feliz. No tendra un final feliz. Pero esta idea significa mucho para mí.
Pues. ¡Etiquetas! Estiqueto la gente española @confused-bi-queer @letraspal @erzbethluna @castawaypitch y @stitchyqueer @bookish-bogwitch. Gracias por las etiquetas estas semanas pasadas @palimpsessed @larkral @artsyunderstudy @fatalfangirl @theearlgreymage @hushed-chorus @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @sosoapi @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @j-nipper-95 @cutestkilla @martsonmars ¡yo etiqueto a todos! Y también etiqueto @bazzybelle @tea-brigade @facewithoutheart @aristocratic-otter @ivelovedhimthroughworse @stardustasincocaine 💖💖
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Carry On Through the Ages 2023 - Official Announcement
Yes, my lovely friends and history-lovers, COTTA is back for it's fourth year! I have been getting a ton of love from fandom people who love this event as much as I do. I don't think I need to repeat how much your love and support means to me, but it does.
Carry On Through the Ages 2023 will take place from September 11th to September 15th.
Like last year, posting dates will be given closer to the actual event, once everyone has a chance to think about their concept. I want to also make sure that every day of the event has (roughly) an equal amount of people posting.
A link to the Sign Up page will be posted on April 14th, and will remain open for two weeks.
You can click on the links below for the full COTTA 2023 schedule!
SCHEDULE FOR DESKTOP USERS
SCHEDULE FOR MOBILE USERS
If you want to learn more about COTTA and what it is, you can click below for a link to the FAQs.
FAQs FOR DESKTOP USERS
FAQs FOR MOBILE USERS
If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to send me a DM or an Ask, and I'll be happy to respond!
SEE YOU NEXT FRIDAY! 💜💚
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j-nipper-95 · 7 months
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WIP Wednesday
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It's Wednesday, my dudes! AAAHHH!
Thank you so much for all the tags over the last couple of weeks. I have been writing, but not sharing. Brain has been a little bit of a weird space to be in recently, feeling a little overwhelmed, a little bit fizzy (that makes no sense but it's the best way I have to describe it), and just feel like I'm edging towards burnout. I'm trying to avoid that, as I still have so much of Trails to edit, but we'll see how October/November goes.
NaNoWriMo is right around the corner, and with that my focus will be shifting back to my original novel 'A Survivor's Revenge', so I'm hoping to get all of November's Trails chapters edited before the month starts.
Anyway, onto the post! Thank you for the recent tags @artsyunderstudy @larkral @shrekgogurt @orange-peony @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @martsonmars @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @rimeswithpurple @nightimedreamersworld @ileadacharmedlife
For this week's snippet, here's something from a later chapter, Agatha POV.
“It’s Goats business,” Niamh grumbles, as though she doesn’t want to be discussing this with me. Like I’m a total outsider.  While I may not be an actual member of Simon and Penny’s gang, I happen to know more than I probably should. “Go on then,” I sigh, getting my grooming kit out to brush down my horse. I’ve just started running a thick bristled brush down his back when Niamh says, “They’re missing. Simon, Penny, Baz. We don’t know where they are.” I stop with my brush halfway down the horse’s back and stare at the stable wall. Missing? “How the hell do you lose Simon Snow?” I ask incredulously, turning to face her. “That’s like losing an alarm clock that won’t stop going off. It’s impossible.” “Well, sorry to disappoint, but your boyfriend is currently missing, and none of us know where he could be.” “He’s not my—” “Sorry, your fiancé,” she corrects herself. “He’s not my—” I stop myself from shouting the rest of my sentence and replace the brush in my grooming kit. I’ll come back and brush my horse down once I’ve dealt with Niamh.
Tagging (just a copy and paste from previous posts, so if you've already shared today sorry for the extra tag 🙈 and as always, no pressure!) @artsyunderstudy @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cosmicalart @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @theearlgreymage @wellbelesbian @you-remind-me-of-the-babe 
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j-nipper-95 · 7 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
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Hello and happy Sunday folks! Thanks for the tags over the last week @artsyunderstudy @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @orange-peony @shrekgogurt @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @larkral
Posting for Trails continues, and the next chapter is ready to go on Tuesday. I've already shared a snippet or two from this chapter, so finding anything that wasn't a spoilers/needed a hell of a lot of context was difficult. So enjoy six+ out of context sentences instead - these aren't in order, just randomly selected, just a heads up!
“So if you’ve been sequestered up here for God knows how long—” “Three days,” Niall cuts in. “Fucking hell, Niall. 
It was one of the few things I got out of the Great War when I was discharged from service. The whisky inside we came by through less honourable means.
Fiona also wrote to me, though her letter was far less eloquent and far more enthusiastic in her encouragement to ‘fuck shit up’ abroad.
Snow once accused me of looking like I was plotting. Maybe I was. Maybe I always am. Maybe it’s the chair.
Tagging: @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @theearlgreymage
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hushed-chorus · 8 months
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Hi everyone, and thank you @wellbelesbian, @youarenevertooold and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags! I’m so used to being too bright and early and British to be tagged before I post, so it was a nice treat! 
Work on For All Intents and Purposes and by shipwreck COTTA fic (which may have a title? I’m not sure) is happening, piece by piece. Had a quiet few days the end of last week but managed to get more works down on Monday and this morning. Here’s a bit from each project.
First, some FAIAP chaos.
“Hell yeah!” Simon pumps a fist as the song changes. “Wait a moment. Is this Uptown Funk again?” “Yeah!” Just my luck. In Santa Monica, Simon put this song on every time we were getting ready to go out. And before we even left England. He says it's ‘road trip music’.  “The fuck is wrong with Spotify?” I ask. “This was on five minutes ago!” “More like fifteen. The shuffle reset when you skipped to that Sausalito song. By that emo guy.” “Conor Oberst is not emo.” “He’s 100% pure, full fat, all-natural ingredients emo. Even in his happy songs he sounds like he’s about to cry.” I nudge him, and he pushes me back, laughing, then sits up to tap along on the dashboard. I don’t mind this song, really. It's an improvement on A Horse With No Name. And I like seeing Simon like this. Smile on his lips, wind tossing his hair and plucking at his shirt. I’m glad we get to do this again. Just drive America. I’m glad we can paint over those old bad memories with good ones. Still, there's only so many times I can tolerate 'Uptown Funking me up’. What if I don't want to be Funked up? Has Uptown considered that possibility?
And my shipwreck COTTA. For some context, Simon is unwell in this snippet.
I laugh. “You are a vampire.” He turns back to the fire, his shoulders drawing into a hunch. “Baz.” I’m snickering. “Oh fuck.” He begins rising. Maybe he needs a piss. “I’m glad you’re here,” I say. He freezes “I’m glad I’m not alone.” Suddenly I’m crying, voice stuttering. Baz sits back down. I gaze at his hair, his shoulders, his toes, until I fall back to sleep.
Hello tags under the cut, and if you want to join in but haven't been tagged, please do!
@artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @yeonjunenby @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @palimpsessed @valeffelees @j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii @bookish-bogwitch
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hushed-chorus · 8 months
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Simon and Baz are settling into their new life, getting Pitch Manor in working order and preparing to move to their cottage on the moor. Meanwhile, a certain cat is adjusting to his new life.
A @carryonthroughtheages fic set after the events of 'What Remains After The Storm' (Contains spoilers and won't make much sense if not read as a sequel.)
Read Fifty Names for a Cat on AO3 (T-rated, 5k, Complete)
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that-disabled-princess · 11 months
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags this morning @valeffelees @larkral @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus and @forabeatofadrum!
Remember when I said this Lavender scare fic was going to be rough? Yeah... it hurts more to write it than I could've imagined. My heart is hurting for both Baz and myself. Poor Baz is going Through It. Oh, COTTA Discord emoji, we're really in it now...
The COTTA folks already saw a bit of this snippet in the discord, but it has a little more context today.
“S-Simon...”
He’s at my side in an instant, wrapping an arm around me and rubbing soft circles into my back. I turn and sob into his chest, clutching tightly at his shirt. Simon holds me close while I break down in his arms, unable to support myself.
“I lost my job,” I cry, unable to keep it in any longer. “Simon, I lost my job, I lost my job, I— Simon—!”
Simon crushes me in an even tighter hug, letting me scream into his neck.
I feel like I’m going to pass out.
I feel like I’m going to vomit again.
I feel like I could start laughing hysterically at any moment.
Tagging @bazzybelle @stitchyqueer @theearlgreymage @palimpsessed @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @martsonmars @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter. Stay safe 💖💖
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that-disabled-princess · 11 months
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I jotted down a throwaway note in my outline, but my brain is now stuck on this.
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that-disabled-princess · 11 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
Am I going to keep up the rainbow titles all month long? Ehh probably not. We'll see how my eyes fare xD Thanks for the tags this (early) morning @ic3-que3n and @imagineacoolusername!
I have finally begun working on my exchange fic. My prompts were pretty general, but I'm still going to censor parts of this snippet to be safe.
Resigning myself to my fate, I roll over and snuggle into my girlfriend for one more moment of peace. She wraps her arm around me and kisses the top of my head, and I sigh again, this time in contentment.
“I have to get up, babe,” I whisper. “Simon and [REDACTED] need parental control in Tesco.”
That might be the only snippet I share from this. I don't want to give too much of this fic away xD
I'm also still working on my Lavender scare fic. (Huge vibe change, I know.) I'm getting to a point where I have the beginning, I have the ending, but I don't know how to get from point A to point B.
Since the first snippet is four sentences, here are two from the Lavender scare fic.
[...] I’m overly conscious of the clothes in my wardrobe as I’m getting dressed for work.
“I can’t live like this anymore.”
Aaand now that I've shared 1/3 of what I wrote these past few days, I'm going to go write so I don't feel guilty.
Hellos and good mornings/afternoons to @bazzybelle @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @artsyunderstudy @letraspal @palimpsessed @aristocratic-otter @stitchyqueer @theearlgreymage @j-nipper-95 @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @valeffelees @larkral @forabeatofadrum @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart and anyone who sees this and wants in 💖💖
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that-disabled-princess · 11 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
Hello, friends! Thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa and @theearlgreymage!
I'm feeling a little better. I'm finally not freezing anymore (fuck you, climate change in the Midwest), I have prescription sunglasses this summer, and my cane is working like magic, so I feel pretty good!
Also--I made The Best garlic bread yesterday. And holy shit, I am the biggest butter hater, but the butter I made was so good, I finally understand Simon Snow's obsession. Here is the recipe. Become one with the garlic bread. Go read Jess' butter fic. Become one with the butter.
I hadn't planned on sharing today, but I did write one line I like, so here's a snippet!
From my COTTA Lavender scare fic. Under the cut again for implied period-typical homophobia. If you'd like me to not tag you when I post snippets of this fic going forward, send me a DM 💖
“Baz,” Simon growls.
I twist around and look up at him.
“Simon?”
He’s angry. His body is composed, but murder is dancing in his eyes.
I’m not afraid of him. I could never be.
“I’m going to kill them for this.” He takes my face in his hands. “No one gets to do this to you. To our family.”
And that's about *check's doc* 20% of what I have so far! I'm dipping my toes back into actively writing fic after months of not doing so, so I'm trying not to care so much about the quality of it so much as just getting it out. It's a work in progress.
Tagging a bunch of people because there's still light in the day in my time zone! @bazzybelle @larkral @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @martsonmars @hushed-chorus @facewithoutheart @stitchyqueer @whogaveyoupermission @confused-bi-queer @imagineacoolusername @valeffelees @j-nipper-95 @palimpsessed 💖💖
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j-nipper-95 · 8 months
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Six Sentence Sunday
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Thank you for the tags this week @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony and @aroace-genderfluid-sheep
Edits for the next chapter of TTWB are continuing, and I'm so excited to share this next chapter with you. Get ready for some truly unhinged levels of pining, folks. Here, enjoy six (seven) sentences of said pining.
I wonder how he’d want to be kissed. Heated, passionately, with teeth and tongue and pulling each other close by our waists, our clothes, our hair? Or gently, reverently, savouring each caress of our lips? His breath is warm against my skin, I hear him swallow, and I want to follow the sound down his throat, pressing kisses all the way down to his collar. I want to open his shirt, kiss across his chest, run my hands across his stomach, pull him into my lap by his waist. Christ. My own breathing’s gone ragged now as I breathe him in.
Tagging @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @theearlgreymage @you-remind-me-of-the-babe 
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that-disabled-princess · 11 months
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy @forabeatofadrum @larkral @confused-bi-queer, and for the tag on Sunday @ic3-que3n <33 I'm not feeling great this evening, so this post isn't gonna be very energetic. Sorry in advance, y'all.
I have officially graduated as of last night, so while I'm job searching, I'll have more time to write and crochet. Which is nice--I've missed having the energy to be able to just write.
I found out some... Concerning Things re: US politics this evening, which is why I'm not feeling great. Nothing surprising, just disappointing and horrifying. So, as you do, I took that out on the boys. But hey, it got me to officially start working on my COTTA fic, so... win? (Who the fuck am I kidding, no one is winning here.)
Here's a snippet of the fic. Set during the Lavender scare. Baz POV.
CW: the usual levels of homophobia/internalized homophobia you'd expect from Baz and the Lavender scare, minor panic attack
I go back to shaking my head, clenching my free arm even tighter around myself. My hearing has gone numb, my vision gone blurry.
“It’s different, Simon.” I pull my hand away to gesture to him. “You can pass. You look—” I want to say normal, but Simon hates that word. “Straight. And I’m just— I look—”
I can’t even say the word.
I drop my head into my hands, breathing heavily. My eyes burn. When did the room start spinning?
I tag whoever sees this and wants in 💖💖
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