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jessethejoyful · 4 months
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long time no snowbaz
(ps these are both kind of redraws and i'm proud)
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Carry On Countdown 2023 Day 2: Confession
Baz rubs her back and lets her cry into his shirt. I love him so much, and I want to tell him so. But I've never managed to say it, and now is definitely not the time.
(Simon didn't quite manage to confess here, but I think it still counts because it's the first time he tells us he loves Baz.)
@carryon-countdown
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theearlgreymage · 9 months
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It's still Wednesday in some places, so, we can still call this a WIP Wednesday. And if you disagree, consider this a Thirsty Thursday post since I only know how to write explicit content apparently.
Most of my projects have been revealed since my last posting - both COBB projects are officially up and in progress. And I've uploaded both of my gift fics!!
So now it's onto keeping up with updates and planning for COTTA.
Any who - shout out and thank you to the folks that keep on tagging me even when I fall off the face of the planet!! @ic3-que3n @ivelovedhimthroughworse @artsyunderstudy @shrekgogurt @fatalfangirl @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @nausikaaa @wellbelesbian @confused-bi-queer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @blackberrysummerblog
Now, without further ado, enjoy some snippets from some of my current WIPs (there are more, but we need to keep some things a surprise, right?)
Aster & Narcissus
(COBB Project with @ivelovedhimthroughworse that you can start reading here)
I’m used to being alone and having my life decided for me.  But I still never thought that my mother would go this far. To arrange a union behind my back and bind me to another. Effectively snuffing out any potential freedom I dreamed of in the dark of night.  No.  I won’t let them decide my fate anymore.  Running down the temple steps, I call upon years of brutal lessons. Calling to the grass beneath my bare feet to hide my footprints as I race across my mothers land. Heading towards the only individual that might hear my pleas for help and actually listen to them.  Ebb.  She’s a dear friend to my mother. I’d be a fool to overlook that, but she’s also the only one who isn’t afraid to chastise my mother in her treatment of me.  After I learned that the Nymphs under my mothers direction would never be my real friends, my mother left me with Ebb for a time. Entrusting the kindhearted Goddess of the Hearth to make me feel at peace. And she did. Ebb let me cry about how I only wanted to understand who I was and master the power I wielded without telling my mother my every word. Instead she stood up for me, trying to convince my mother to tell me the truth.  It didn’t work. But hearing Ebb take my side let me know that I would always have a second home with her if I ever needed it.  Right now I need it. Need her.
Eirlys
(COBB Project with @shrekgogurt and @artsyunderstudy that you can start reading here)
24 December 2020 It’s been five years since the world as we know it changed forever.  Five years since I lost Simon at the top of the White Chapel. Five years since I lost Vera, Daphne, Sophie, and Petra. The girls would have turned eight this year. The same age that Mordelia was when this all started.  After the incident with Gareth, I stopped going out on runs. Even if I wanted to, the whole lot of us were barred from leaving the QZ for nearly six full months. I didn’t protest. Enough damage had been done without my insistence to go back out into the wilderness of England.
Infinity In Your Chest Pocket
(To be updated soon. Feel free to start reading it here)
I’m going to strangle her.  Of all the things she could have chosen to say, she just had to remember the singular time that I told her what Snow looks like.  Speaking of Snow, his cheeks are flush with embarrassment at Delia’s comment. If I could blush, I would be - one of the few perks of vampirism. It unintentionally ups my poker face. The sight of a flustered Snow is one I am thoroughly enjoying now that I’m properly looking at him.  The extra color brings out his freckles even more, and makes the blue of his eyes stand out. It makes me want to swoon and fall into his arms so I can look at them even closer.  Instead, I try to give us both an out before Delia can continue to harass either one of us. “Come on, we can eat in my room.”  At this, Delia immediately pouts. “No fair! Why do you get to eat wherever you want, but I have to eat at the table?”  I just roll my eyes at her petulance. “Because I’m older.”  The fact that I’m older has nothing to do with it. My parents only allow me to excuse myself from family meals because of my fangs - they pop when I eat and it’s noticeable. So, they don’t mind if I take my meal with me to my room from time to time. 
Surrender to Your Lead
(Not a WIP or SnowBaz - but I just uploaded it this week. Based on art by @ic3-que3n So, enjoy a little snippet of it. Feel free to read it here)
My response only serves to rile him up further as he grabs my chin between calloused fingers and forces my eyes to meet his. "If you can't follow basic commands, maybe I need to put you on a tighter leash." At that, I let my eyes drop down to the leather that is in Erwin’s other hand. We’ve never done this before. It makes my mouth water. “Eyes forward, Captain.” Erwin orders. His breath is hot against my cheeks as I snap my eyes back up to his. With my focus back on him, Erwin leans down while pulling on my chin. Forcing me onto my toes as his lips find the shell of my ear. “Now you had better listen, and listen well,” his voice drops to something low and sultry. It makes me want to dig my fingers into his shoulders and drag my nails down his chest. “I am going to give you very explicit instructions tonight, and you are going to follow every single one of them.” The end of the sentence is punctuated with a teasing lick to the curve of my ear. Followed by a light bite to the skin just beneath the lobe. It’s taunting - I know he can bite far harder when he wants. “Is that clear?” Words seem impossible at the moment. So I simply nod my head as Erwin draws his own head back up without releasing the hold on my jaw. “I need an answer, Levi.” Licking my lips to buy myself a fraction of a second, I force my mouth to work. “Yes.” Wrong answer. I think to myself as Erwin frowns. His eyes darkening as he tightens his grip. Fingers sliding down and digging into my throat. A threat, a promise, of what’s to come. “Yes, who?” Erwin prompts again. The patience in his voice is wearing thin. “Yes, Commander.” I reply instantly.
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katatsumuli · 10 months
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Happy any way the exchange blows 2023 @onepintobean ! Thanks for the motivation. This is fanart for your fic
because it is both hilarious and I think you have found canon. The lineart functions as a coloring book page and is printable. (If anyone colors it, can I see?)
I used this chair as a model because their whole house is a vampire joke and I had to -
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six sentence sunday ✨
my first time giving this a go! thank you @facewithoutheart for the tag ❤️
in the past few days i've written feverishly of this new idea that has a chokehold on my entire mind. i can't stop thinking about it. i think i started it on wednesday — it's racking over 12k words as we speak, and i'm hoping to get it finished at around 20-25k.
currently i'm thinking to name it "golden hour".
the premise is a mishmash of a bunch of fics that i scroll through on ao3, and though i can no longer remember which exact ones i've taken ideas from, and i thank all fanfiction authors for the inspiration.
it's a simple au. i don't have a proper description written for it yet, but the gist:
simon snow was in a car crash. a&e department, surgeries, yadda yadda.
his phone is spared and the doctors call his emergency contact — which he hasn't changed in five years —
it just happens to be a certain tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch. ex-boyfriend of five years ago.
and he comes. baz. sitting by simon's bed when he wakes up as if it's nothing.
pining, yearning, forbidden feelings ensue. and of course, it's an angsty get-together-again fic. i think i have a soft spot for those.
hope you enjoy this snippet!
"do you have scones?" i ask, even though i know she probably doesn't. she shakes her head no. "not with me currently, but there's a cafeteria at level 1. does your boyfriend want to get some for you?" boyfriend. boyfriend. boyfriend. "he's not my —" i watch baz's head snap up from the corner of my eye. "yea, i will."
there's more to that scene, i promise. man, it's so hard to choose just 6 sentences to share, and even that's when you're counting extremely generously.
argh, i can't help myself. have another one from possibly the favorite "scene" that i've ever written (not that i've written a lot, but still):
on a wednesday, 10.25am, he spins around in his chair. "if you're going to just stare at me," he says, "at least do it more discreetly." so i stop.
i am not sure who to tag yet. i think i'll just... do this for a few weeks until i figure out tumblr etiquette. been a while since i've last gotten used to it.
thank you for sticking around to the end!
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artqueen02 · 1 year
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WAIT
WHAT IF BAZ IS DESCENDED FROM THE BROTHERS GRIMM ON HIS DAD’S SIDE?
I MEAN THEY'RE REALLY FAMOUS AUTHORS, RIGHT? AND AUTHORS = WORDS AND WORDS = MAGIC IT WOULD MAKE SENSE THAT THEY WERE PROMINENT MAGES ASWELL AND THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY THE GRIMMS ARE LIKE PART OF THE OLD FAMILIES BECAUSE IN THE BOOKS THEY'RE SORTA JUST DESCRIBED AS THESE AVERAGE FARMERS.
I AM A GENIUS
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abitoflit · 2 years
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Any Way the Wind Blows
“In Carry On, Simon Snow and his friends realized that everything they thought they understood about the world might be wrong. And in Wayward Son, they wondered whether everything they understood about themselves might be wrong. In Any Way the Wind Blows, Simon and Baz and Penelope and Agatha have to decide how to move forward. For Simon, that means deciding whether he still wants to be part of the World of Mages ― and if he doesn't, what does that mean for his relationship with Baz? Meanwhile Baz is bouncing between two family crises and not finding any time to talk to anyone about his newfound vampire knowledge. Penelope would love to help, but she's smuggled an American Normal into London, and now she isn't sure what to do with him. And Agatha? Well, Agatha Wellbelove has had enough. Any Way the Wind Blows takes the gang back to England, back to Watford, and back to their families for their longest and most emotionally wrenching adventure yet. This book is a finale. It tells secrets and answers questions and lays ghosts to rest,” (Rowell).
Whereas Wayward Son felt directionless for a while, Any Way the Wind Blows felt as though it was running in too many different directions at once. There was the Chosen One plot, the plot involving Lady Ruth, all the romantic plots, and more. For me, it felt like there was too much going on to really enjoy anything that was happening. There wasn’t enough time given, or focus awarded, to any one plot to make reading the novel feel as rewarding as it could have been. I think Rowell needed to narrow her focus in this novel a bit, not because having too much going on in a novel makes the novel bad or weak automatically, but because she seems to be someone who struggles with balance and direction in her writing at times. (For me, this was evident in Wayward Son). I also wish less focus had been given to the romantic relationships between the novel’s main characters because romance wasn’t what drew me into the series, magic was. With that being said, I appreciated each character’s growth since it made them more interesting and relatable. Finally, I wish there hadn’t been so many grammatical errors to detract from the prose, often in the case of extra words, because it really upset the novel’s flow. And the novel was already struggling.
Rating: 3.1/5 stars
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dalooch · 5 months
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Snowbaz commuting is something very dear to me 🫶
on Instagram @loochleftovers
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artandmartini · 2 months
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Happy 27th!
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mirenjel · 3 months
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❤️ Snowbaz fanart ❤️
Hi! How are you? 🌸 Is my first time using Tumblr haha so I really don’t know how posting works yet 😶‍🌫️
But anyways haha, this is a fanart I made last year about Carry On ✨
Is being a while since I drew it, so now I think on a bunch of things I would do different about it (specially that messy lineart 🤦🏻‍♀️😂) but well maybe I do a colored redraw on the future 🕺🏻
I hope you like it and I hope we meet again soon~ 🌙
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alexalexinii · 2 months
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happy birthday to our beloved vampire boy, tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch ♡
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Carry On Countdown 2022 Day 2: AU/Alternate Universe
"Will you tattoo your name over my heart?" Simon whispered. "No," Baz whispered back. "What if I come back to you in six months, and I still want it?"
@carryon-countdown
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vebokki · 3 months
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simon and baz still live in my brain. now what
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stardustasincocaine · 6 months
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My job is sucking my entire life and soul out but I missed drawing these two dorkass goobers
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