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artsyunderstudy · 3 months
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"You will never be as lovely as you are now. We will never be here again."
Illustration for One December Night
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letraspal · 2 months
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“(Hi) Derek, this is Baz, Baz Pitch, the man who’s f*cking your father.”
Read “A little bit deadly” by @emeryhall on AO3!
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pato-roldnart · 10 months
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a little something for @orange-peony fic Hiding
I can’t get enough of them  🥺 🥺  ❤️❤️
Go read this cute fic here! 
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best--dress · 4 months
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The Tower Room
Rated: M
Words: 5k/15k 16k! Chapters: 9/9
Simon "Skywalker" Snow is just getting the hang of his new job as a dancer at The Tower Room, an eclectic Brooklyn strip club. But who's the rival male dancer watching Simon's performances? He must be plotting something...
I am *ecstatic* to finally share the collab @artsyunderstudy and I have been working on for @carryon-reverse-bang! I fell in love with this art concept the moment I laid eyes on it. You're only getting a little tease at the moment, though – you'll have to wait for chapter 8 to get the full picture of Baz and Simon's performance. (It. Is. Drool-worthy.)
Thank you, Ashton, for inspiring me to write the fic I never would've dreamed of otherwise.
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cosmicalart · 1 month
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Me: I'm gonna work on Baz to The Past
Brain: you could, or....
Me: or?
Brain: what about an AU where Simon runs away into hiding after being teleported by the humdrum at the end of seventh year because he loses trust in the mage after being sent to another care home after the incident?
Me:...
Brain: Baz goes crazy when Simon doesn't return and there's rumors simons dead. Baz is able to track him down cause "you can't hide from people who love you" or whatever that line was in AWTWB
Me:...
Me: fuck, that would be so good though
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nightimedreamersworld · 2 months
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A Charity Case
Is this what happens at the end of a successful date? Do people go home together and fall into each other’s arms, inevitable like gravity?
Status: Complete!
Word count: 18.5k
Summary:
Baz is forced to take part in the Old Families' yearly charity auction. He thinks he's going to spend the evening wining and dining a rich older lady and pretending not to be gay, but Simon has a lot of family money now and is out for revenge. (Or is he?)
This was originally written for a prompt from the blog @carryonprompts. It's finally done! Major thanks to my beta, Em @bookish-bogwitch, for sticking with me after so long.
Read the last chapter on AO3!
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mooncello · 11 days
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Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?
Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵
For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.
It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.
A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain.  My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.
thank you for the tag @thewholelemon
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@best--dress, @shrekgogurt, @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersworld, @facewithoutheart, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @ileadacharmedlife, @stitchyqueer, @valeffelees, @orange-peony, @larkral & @iamamythologicalcreature (ty for the art chat 🎨🧡)
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arca9 · 2 months
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Mind the Gap [snowbaz fic]
Since I logged into tumblr for the first time in who knows how long recently, I decided to drop a link to my completed fic Mind the Gap! It's a T-rated 46k AU strangers to lovers fic based on the film While You Were Sleeping, in which a very lonely Simon saves the life of his crush Agatha on Christmas Eve and gets mistaken for her fiancé. Agatha's family take to Simon instantly, but her step-brother Baz? Not so much.
I started drafting this up around Christmas 2019, so it's quite the personal achievement that I actually finished it. Special shout out for @dressesandcarresses for helping to plot it out back in the day, and @amywaterwings for beta help and encouragement. <3
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orange-peony · 2 months
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For the trope mash-up: I used a random number generator and got
8: Hospital AU
And
63: Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple
And I think those would make a great lil snowbaz AU!!
Thank you sooo much for your ask and sorry it took absolute ages!
“Baz, you’re needed in room three,” Niall says, looking like he hasn’t slept in two days (he probably hasn’t). “Your boyfriend managed to get another injury for the sole purpose of coming to snog you.”
“Snow is not my boyfriend!” I reply for the umpteenth time, but my legs are already moving faster than I thought my tiredness would allow.
What the fuck has he done this time?
“Baz, Simon has come to see you! What a lovely surprise,” Ebb proclaims with a smile as I walk past her. She also probably hasn’t slept (or showered) in ages, but she somehow never loses her lovely manners and sweetness. “You know, he always says he was a terrible boyfriend to Agatha, but it’s so nice to see how much he’s changed.”
“Oh, I can confirm he was a shit boyfriend,” Agatha comments drily while she makes a poor man wail in pain as she changes his dressing. 
“Still not my boyfriend,” I declare, deciding to ignore them.
Room three is just at the end of the corridor. I calm down when I hear him chatting cheerfully with the nurse on duty—it’d better not be Smith-Richards, that fucking flirt. 
“Oh, hello Baz!” Snow greets me with a grin, his cheek smudged with something that I hope is just dirt. My eyes go automatically for his arm, which is carefully being tended by Pippa (thank god it’s her). 
The cut looks pretty deep, but nothing life-threatening. I sigh in relief and tell Pippa she can go. 
“When are you going to stop being such a reckless idiot?” I ask as a greeting, and he produces his usual apologetic smile, not even batting an eyelid when I start cleaning the wound, trying to be as delicate as I can.
“Baz! Your boyfriend’s come to visit you!” Dev exclaims after popping his head in with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t forget—no hanky-panky at work.”
“I’m not a horny incubus like you and Niall,” I reply, my eyes fixed on Snow’s wound. I don’t want him to have a scar. Not another one. Those butchers who treated him before I met him made such a shit job at patching him up. But I’m going to make sure that no one else gets their hands on him. “And we’re not together.”
“No need to lie,” Dev says dismissively before he leaves us alone.  
“I was hoping you were going to be in,” he murmurs before I warn him that the anaesthetic is going to sting. He grimaces but makes no sound, a loud intake of breath is all I get for an injection in a spot that would make even the burliest men swear out loud. 
“How did it happen this time?” I ask, my tone probably harsher than I meant for it to come out. My eyes leave his wound to meet his gaze, and he smiles at me, licking his lips.
“It was actually Gareth’s fault,” he comments easily. “But I’ve got to admit I was a bit distracted. Someone was telling me about this concert. It’s the symphonic orchestra, and they’re doing this thing at Watford theatre on Saturday evening. I was thinking…would—shall I take you to see them? Hear them? I’ve never been to a concert before…”
My hands still, our eyes locking as I stare at him with my mouth open like a fish out of water.
This sounds like a date.
Is this meant to be a date?
“Baz, I’m going to lunch,” Niall calls from the corridor. “How long are you going to be with your boyfriend?”
“Very long!” I reply, and Snow’s uncertain expression slowly melts into a grin.
Is he actually my boyfriend?
“I mean, when we went to IKEA together,” he starts tentatively, “you said you play the violin. That you like classical music.”
“I did,” I confirm, still unsure if he’s asking me out.
“And the last time we went to the cinema, I picked the film,” he adds, “so it’s only fair that this time we do something you like. I mean, t-t-that is if you want to come—”
“Of course, I want,” I reply, so fast that I almost give myself whiplash. “Pick me up at seven. We can go to dinner first, if you want…”
His smile makes my heart melt like an icicle in the sun.
“It’s a date,” he says.   
Fuck, Snow is my boyfriend.
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palimpsessed · 9 months
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Signs of the Past
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Art for Chapter 1: The Visions in Reflections, from Signs of the Past, a @carry-on-big-bang fic written by @seafoampuddings.
Huge thanks go to my incredible partner!! It has been such a joy getting to work with you on this project! The fic is amazing and I’m so happy that I got to make the art for it. ❤️❤️
Thanks also go to the COBB mods for all the work they did on the event!
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twokisses · 4 months
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ONLY YOU
Rated E | 1,700 words
Simon thinks it’s a little embarrassing to be turned on by an actress when his boyfriend obviously won’t be. Baz just thinks he lacks imagination.
Tags: Bisexual Simon Snow, Porn Watching, kind of - it's a sexy scene in a movie, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Baz is plotting, Sexual Confusion, PWP, Established Relationship
Read on AO3
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artsyunderstudy · 4 days
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You being the hero has always been the thing that made this—us—impossible. But you being a mess? That’s when you are most mine.
Your Fragile Bones are Mine
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letraspal · 10 months
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Simon goes on a mission to contact the propheseals and try to get a prophecy about the war. Instead, they gift him with visions of Baz. Problem is: he doesn't know where Baz is or why he's having these visions about him.
Read “A gift from the propheseals” by @skeedelvee on AO3
I’m glad to collaborate with Skee for this fic by doing the art, I swear it is amazing , you have to read it. This is the art from chapter one. Chapter two is coming ;)
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pato-roldnart · 6 months
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mmmm snowbaz kiss from At the Speed of Light
A little something I did for @orange-peony fic which I love with all of my heart 🥺🥺
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hushed-chorus · 5 months
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Hi folks! And thank you for the tags @youarenevertooold, @shrekgogurt @theearlgreymage @artsyunderstudy @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @nightimedreamersworld, @wellbelesbian, and everyone who tagged me during my fandom hibernation.
It’s been a while! Lots of real life stuff going on, but it should be calmer now. Despite being busy, I've been plotting and scheming for my next long fic, a Watford canon divergence. Emphasis on *long*. I’ve filled one and a half A5 notebooks capturing and organising my ideas. I don't know why I do this to myself. It's a compulsion.
Originally I’d planned to do NaNoWriMo for both FAIAP (it’s not been abandoned, folks!) and the new Watford fic. Then I fell sick on Halloween and only started feeling better a couple of days ago. I may go for it anyway, but start (let’s say) 13th Nov and extend NaNo to 13th Dec. I reckon it’ll help kickstart the writing engine. 
Today I posted the last two chapters of Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds. Here’s a little peek.
“I know that ship,” I say. “It’s the Alban! Baz, it’s a British ship!” Baz blinks uncertainly. “A British ship?” “Yeah!” I laugh. “Baz, this is perfect! She left Portsmouth just before the Magpie! Searching for Terra Australis, she was! I’d tried to join the crew, but she had a full complement of men.” Concern pulls on Baz’s lips. Desperation lurches in my chest and I grab his arm. “Baz, she’s not been to England in all that time. They won’t have heard anything about you. Besides, we’ll give them a fake name. And we don’t have to go back to England. We could go to the Americas, or Africa, or even France!” “We?” Baz looks bewildered. “Yeah! You speak French, right?” He swallows. “Yes.” “And your grandmother was Egyptian. Maybe we could go there!”
Baz lowers his head. I shake his arm. “Baz! You aren’t staying here alone. I won’t leave you. I can’t. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
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cosmicalart · 7 months
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Think I'm gonna start working on my "Watford era Simon accidently pulls future baz into the past because future him is immune" idea tomorrow after work. Didn't get anything done today, I think the excitement of finishing "What we want (what do we deserve?)" And then not really knowing how to begin the next fic just kinda drained me. I do, however, have an idea for a conversation that happens between Baz and younger snowbaz, so I'm gonna start with that to get things going.
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