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letraspal · 3 months
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Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 🌖✨
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staff · 9 months
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tumblr tuesday: "hi"
Good day to everyone whose heads and hearts haven't left the Truham-Higgs vicinity since Thursday. Season 2 has us all in a tizzy, and luckily, the fandom's artists are right there with us.
(This is another one that goes out to everyone who has seen the second season. SPOILERS AHEAD. MILD BUT STILL SPOILERY. PLEASE BE WARNED.)
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artsyunderstudy · 6 months
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Sketch Sunday
Good morning! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. I am working hard on a big project right now and I'm so excited to share it with you but it'll be a little while! However I can share little bits of it. Here is a scene I never thought to draw because so many people have done it so well. The Ren Faire!
Just a sketch so don't worry Baz's florals will be there in the final. As well as the Master Sword. ♡ Enjoy this Simon in particular. I love him. So flirty and cocksure.
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@imagineacoolusername  @martsonmars  @valeffelees @bazzybelle  @ileadacharmedlife  @aristocratic-otter  @urban-sith  @letraspal  @palimpsessed  @whatevertheweather  @nightimedreamersworld  @carryonsimoncarryonbaz  @raenestee  @erzbethluna  @confused-bi-queer  @moodandmist  @yeonjunenby  @shrekgogurt  @thewholelemon  @whogaveyoupermission   @creepyspice  @onepintobean  @ebbpettier  @orange-peony  @theearlgreymage  @ic3-que3n  @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl  @prettygoododds  @stitchyqueer  @you-remind-me-of-the-babe  @forabeatofadrum  @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @rimeswithpurple @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @blackberrysummerblog @larkral @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @wellbelesbian @bookish-bogwitch
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rimeswithpurple · 8 days
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Thank you so much to @bookish-bogwitch for the tag and all of the lovely folks who've tagged me over the past few weeks! I haven't been able to be as active here as I'd like, but I'm hoping that'll change soon. I've been plugging away at sketches for COBB and I'm very much into Baz in knitwear!
No pressure tags and hellos below!
@blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @emeryhall @mooncello @cosmicalart @fiend-for-culture @facewithoutheart @nightimedreamersworld @ebbpettier @letraspal @katatsumuli @delilahs-artz @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @raenestee @shemakesmeforget @ic3-que3n @hushed-chorus @orange-peony @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @onepintobean @whatevertheweather @noblecorgi @ivelovedhimthroughworse @cutestkilla @tea-brigade
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cutestkilla · 18 days
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Good morning and thanks for the tag @thewholelemon, I'm living for your quippy V!Baz narration. Since I was already here procrastinating the procrastination ask post, I figured I might as well not procrastinate this post. So, some more from the upcoming Ch 5 of Hiding Out in the Open, for which I have my full POV-by-POV zero draft of done (P.S. thanks for that term @valeffelees it perfectly encompasses my process).
The question hangs in the air, and I wonder if I’ve got it wrong. If I were the old me, I’d just take the plunge. Take what I want. Steal the kiss. But I’m not, and the me I am now is terrified. Not because I might be gay. (Or whatever this would mean I am.) Not of kissing a boy. Of kissing Baz. And fucking this all up, this thing between us. The part of it that’s working.  The part of it that feels like the only thing keeping me alive.
^^SUBJECT TO CHANGE because I just took my dirty zero draft and wrote that chunk properly 3 minutes ago.
Anyway, some tags for my lovelies under the cut!
@artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @creepyspice @bookish-bogwitch @whatevertheweather @aristocratic-otter @emeryhall @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @moodandmist @forabeatofadrum @mooncello @monbons @angelsfalling16 @best--dress @blackberrysummerblog @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @orange-peony @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @run-for-chamo-miles @stitchy-queerista @technetiumai @that-disabled-princess @theearlgreymage @urban-sith @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold
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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!
Tags/hello/hope you are well 😘
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shrekgogurt · 3 months
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HAPPY WIPSDAY ASSHOLES THIS TOO COULD BE YOUR BRAIN ON
repeatedly listening to the bridge of
Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers
“You’re my favorite person.”
Baz lets out a little puff of air that could be a laugh if he wasn’t so tired. His head lolls back and forth in tiny motions against the wall, shaking no with the saddest whisper of a smile.
“Don’t say that.”
I knock my knee against his again. Like he’s a door and this repeated motion might open him up.
“Why not?”
He reopens his eyes but stares at the ceiling instead of me. It makes me freeze in place, afraid I’ll spook the honesty away. His voice comes out smaller than his rapidly disappearing smile.
“Because it’s cruel.”
sorry that lacked hinge
thanks for the tags @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @nightimedreamersworld @emeryhall @larkral @prettygoododds @forabeatofadrum
now tagging @alexalexinii @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @confused-bi-queer @dani-vc @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @letraspal @messofthejess @mooncello @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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lostinthepost · 2 months
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my binder repping the Aro Ace characters rn
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ionlydrinkhotwater · 10 months
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Baby Simon Snow our precious Chosen One
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Happy WIP
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orange-peony · 2 months
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Thank you so much for tagging me @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla and @artsyunderstudy!
I've been working on both of my BB fics.
Here's a snippet of my fic for the @drarry-mini-bang:
Harry slept fitfully that night, confused by his whereabouts, but still finding comfort in Malfoy’s warm and solid body pressed to his. He had slept alone since that time in the tent with Ron and Hermione, and he hadn’t realised how much he missed human contact. When he woke up in the morning, blinking a few times to adjust to the low light of the pale dawn, he was taken aback by how beautiful Malfoy looked in his peaceful slumber. Harry marvelled at how his eyelashes were so delicate and almost transparent; how they fluttered prettily as Malfoy dreamed of Merlin knew what. He just lay there for a long while, watching the minute changes in Malfoy’s features as he slowly woke up.
“Ugh, Potter, you creep,” Malfoy groaned, stretching like a lazy cat and then snuggling a little closer as soon as the bond made them both feel the absence of the other’s touch. “You need to ask for people’s permission to watch them sleep, you know? You can’t just go around and act like a weirdo simply because you saved the world. I mean, I know I have a pretty face, despite the ugly scars, but—”
“I want to see you naked,” Harry blurted out.
And here's a bit of the outline for the @carry-on-big-bang:
Baz comes to the pub and all the usual patrons looks taken aback. “Why are you here?” Dev asks with a raised eyebrow. “Can’t a bloke have a pint?” “Not a posh twat like you,” Gareth comments. “Shut up, Gareth. I’m here every other night.” “Behind the counter, yes,” Niall points out. “Or when there’s a football match on the big screen. But there isn’t a single match today, and Simon stole your job.” Baz looks embarrassed and on the verge of leaving for a moment, but then Simon pours him a glass of white wine and taps his hand on the sticky counter. “Baz and I have something important to discuss,” he says to the other patrons. “Now, mind your own bloody business and carry on getting plastered.”
Tagging (apologies if you've already done it and I've missed it):
@pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @itsphantasmagoria, @pocketlessdruid, @regretfulcorrine, @alexalexinii, @hushed-chorus, @fatalfangirl, @rimeswithpurple, @crazybutgood, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @j-nipper-95, @littlewinnow, @larkral, @blackberrysummerblog, @facewithoutheart, @martsonmars, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @letraspal, @okay-sky, @imagineacoolusername, @leithillustration and anyone who fancies sharing any kind of wip (feel free to say that I tagged you!)
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nightimedreamersworld · 2 months
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Wip Wednesday
Thank you for tagging me dears @artsyunderstudy and @cutestkilla ❤️ your snippets are lovely as usual.
Also thank yous to everyone else who's tagged me these past weeks! I'm sorry I haven't been super active lately. I've been spending lots of time with family, so I'm progressing slowly on my WIPs
But!! Rest assured I'm still working on them. Here's a snippet from the chapter 3 of The Naked Truth:
Simon’s mouth is hotter than his skin, somehow. It makes me wonder about the rest of his body. His neck is also warm, and tender. I don’t know how my fangs haven’t dropped yet. I can feel them itching to sink into him.  I don’t bite him, though. I won’t. I don’t really want to. I’d never hurt him.  But I do press my fingers against his neck, where his pulse is strongest. Then my hand wanders over the back of his head, where his hair is buzzed short and prickly. Then up—I grab a fistful of his curls. Simon gasps and climbs further on top of me.  I can feel him against me. All of him, from head to toe.  All of him.  I manage to pull my head back enough to look down, just in time to see Simon’s pants turning to mist.
(Little update on the posting schedule: I wanted to have chapter 2 out this week, but I'm a little sick rn so it might not happen.)
Tagging some friends: hope you have a great Wednesday! @rimeswithpurple @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @captain-aralias @hushed-chorus @larkral @letraspal @stitchyqueer @mooncello @supercutedinosaurs @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @alexalexinii @run-for-chamo-miles @prettygoododds @emeryhall @whatevertheweather @whogaveyoupermission @iamamythologicalcreature @j-nipper-95 @thewholelemon and anyone who'd like to join! ❤️
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letraspal · 7 months
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I still remember the first fall of snow…
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aroacesafeplaceforall · 2 months
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Showing my aroace pride subtly for those who don't know but loud and proud for those who do
Stickers:
ace juice Alastor sticker from Froggypawshop
Bad girl historian Lilith from letraspal on Redbubble
Ace of swords from tarot card from heavenhearted on Redbubble
OOOO I need these! They're so nice!!
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artsyunderstudy · 4 days
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Six Sentence Sunday
Hey friends! Long time no post. I feel like time is absolutely slipping away from me recently, but I finally finished a big project I've been working on since last year and I'm both so excited to share it with you soon and also SO glad to just be done so I can focus a bit more on other projects.
Like this one! My fic Apres which I really can't share much about until it's posted. But here's some relatively spoiler free Niamh and Agatha.
I grab some pants from the floor and get them halfway up my legs before realizing they’re Niamh’s. When I turn to face her she’s giving me a quizzical look, and I just keep tugging them up. She raises an eyebrow. “You can have mine. If you like.” “You’re strange,” she says, and it sounds (and feels) more like, “You’re deeply attractive.” Which, well, I know. But she never lets me know it, so I’ll bask in it, thanks very much. I find my own lacy knickers and toss them into her lap. She doesn’t comment as she pulls them on. “Do you wear these all the time? [redacted]? They can’t be comfortable long term,” she grouses, snapping the waistband. “You’d be surprised.”
And here is a teeny preview from my Big Secret Project (that a handful of people have sussed me out over already ahahaha)
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aristocratic-otter · 2 months
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Lemon Blueberry Shortbread
A Lady Ruth Charity Zine fic, featuring art from @letraspal
Summary:
Two afternoons of learning to cook a family recipe, thirty years apart.
Part 1: Cooking with Lucy
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Ruth
“No, darling, don’t cut the blueberries!”
Lucy drops the slim knife and pulls her hands back in startlement. At eight years old, I’ve only just started letting her cut things, and then only soft fruits with my dullest knife.
“Why not, mummy?” she asks. “We cut the blueberries last week!”
I sigh and smile. This is part of it. This passing on of hard won knowledge. That the methods that suit one occasion aren’t meant to be applied to another. This is the reason that I was so thrilled when Lucy decided she wanted to learn to cook. Thrilled and relieved.
It’s been far more difficult, being a mother, than I ever envisioned when Andrew and I set out on this journey together. I’d thought that my girl would be much like I was; fond of home comforts and domestic pursuits. I thought I’d wile away many a happy hours sewing or cleaning or crafting with my daughter.
Well, best laid plans and all that.
Read on AO3
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cutestkilla · 2 months
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It's Wednesday and I have something to share! Thanks for the tags today @artsyunderstudy and @facewithoutheart, I'm so so excited by what you're both working on, two of my favourite WIPs in the game right now!
It's been a while, but I've finally finished up my draft of Chapter 4 of Hiding Out In The Open. Hoping to post by the middle of this month once my lovely beta readers have a chance to help me make it better. For now, here's a snippet of Baz POV. Perhaps you'll recall the premise revolves around post-Watford Snowbaz bonding over a psychology podcast; they're discussing an episode about the psychology of disgust here. Under the cut because, well, it's a bit disgusting (your CW is this: the real life Hidden Brain ep this references is called Crickets and Cannibals 😂).
I curl my lip. “Just because lobster was once considered the vermin of the sea doesn’t mean I’m going to eat a bloody chocolate covered cricket.” My diet is gruesome enough as it is—I chugged the blood of four solidly-built London alley rats on the way here alone—which I suspect is the subtext of this whole display.  Snow basically confirms it. (He practically winks at me.) “Don’t yuck my yum, Baz,” he says breezily, popping another “chocolate” into his mouth with a flourish. (This time he chews with his mouth closed at least. I shudder at every crunch.) He swallows. “And I won’t yuck yours.” It’s all incredibly confusing. Before last week, every allusion and innuendo seemed to indicate that he found my unique nutritional requirements to be utterly loathsome. (Which they, of course, are.) I roll my eyes. “Where do we draw the line then, Snow? Andes plane crash victim crisps?”  He screws his face up. “First off: Gross. And”—he pauses to lick chocolate off his fingers—“you know full well I said I’d be okay with being eaten, not the other way round.” (Crowley below, how did I get here?)
Tagging: @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @shrekgogurt @creepyspice @iamamythologicalcreature @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl @whatevertheweather @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @onepintobean @j-nipper-95 @raenestee @youarenevertooold @best--dress @brilla-brilla-estrellita @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @confused-bi-queer @emeryhall @erzbethluna @forabeatofadrum @ic3-que3n @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @rimeswithpurple @run-for-chamo-miles @shemakesmeforget @stitchyqueer @technetiumai @urban-sith @valeffelees @blackberrysummerblog @theearlgreymage @nausikaaa @that-disabled-princess
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