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Day 6: WLW
Ebb and the dryad <3
I was imagining this as their first meeting the whole time ("the dryad she's been mooning over since sixth year"), but I realise as I'm writing this that that doesn't necessarily mean they met during sixth year. So. Anyway, it doesn't really matter. Probably makes more sense not as a first meeting. Still sixth year Ebb, though.
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diningpageantry · 18 days
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*eyes shooting awake like a sleeper agent* ebb and nico were actually identical twins and ebb was transfem
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henreyettah · 2 years
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Drawtober day 11: strength 🐐
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abooklover · 2 years
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Not going to lie, Ebb is kind of a vibe. I too would be privy to walking around with my herd of animal friends feeling morose about life and crying every two seconds.
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resentful-reads · 8 months
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Carry on By Rainbow Rowell
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nerd-at-sea5 · 10 months
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‘she’s all brute force and ‘90s clichés’
ha i love this book
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ebbpettier · 8 months
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akinator is asking me questions about ebeneza petty that i simply cannot answer but i have my hopes
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theearlgreymage · 10 months
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It is finally here! The COBB Project that myself and @ivelovedhimthroughworse have been working on together!!
This is a Greek Mythology AU inspired by Lore Olympus by Rachel Smythe ❤
Read it here on AO3
Prologue |
Chapter 1 | Accompanying Art by Apricot
Chapter 2 | Accompanying Art by Apricot
Chapter 3 | Accompanying Art by Apricot
This work is a part of the Carry On Big Bang 2023 Event (@carry-on-big-bang )
Summary and Additional information below the cut
Fandom: Carry On | Simon Snow Series - Rainbow Rowell
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch & Simon Snow
Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce, Natasha Grimm-Pitch, Malcolm Grimm, Ebeneza "Ebb" Petty, The Mage (Simon Snow), Lucy Salisbury, Fiona Pitch, Nicodemus Petty, Daphne Grimm (Simon Snow), Pippa (Simon Snow), Lamb (Simon Snow), Shepard (Simon Snow), Agatha Wellbelove, Dev (Simon Snow), Niall (Simon Snow), Gareth (Simon Snow), Rhys (Simon Snow), Insidious Humdrum (Simon Snow)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Inspired by Lore Olympus, Slow Burn, Hades!Simon, Persephone!Baz, Pining, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, False Identity, Arranged Marriage, Magic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Eventual Sex
Summary:
The Underworld is a fickle realm. Difficult to control on one's own - which leaves Simon in a difficult predicament. Find a co-ruler or eventually crumble and lose everything. But Simon doesn't want to burden anyone with this responsibility. Determined to find a way to do things in his own way.
Natasha has raised her son in the Mortal Realm, planning an idyllic future for him. Whether he wants it or not. That is until Malcolm shows up with a plan for Basil. One that Basil doesn't want and is willing to flee from. Determined to choose his own fate.
So what happens when these two gods who are both struggling with their own destinies cross paths?
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hyacinthus-the-flower · 9 months
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So I know I haven't done something like this in a long long long time but I've been bored today and I came across @wervty 's picrew and could not resist making all the characters I like in the Simon Snow books by @rainbowrowell so here you are fellas :) (This is part 1) (Things in () are my notes on each character/ship lol)
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Simon (I killed so many things for you) Snow Salisbury and Tyrannus Basilton (I am hopelessly in love with him) Grimm-Pitch (OTP!!!!)
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(Queen) Penelope (Cute knees) Leigh Bunce and Shepard (From Omaha) Love
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Agatha (take my heart I'm a useless lesbian) Wellbelove and Niamh (Honestly, you can take my heart too) Brody
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Ebeneza (Angel, sweetheart, did not deserve it) Petty and Nicodemus (I only tolerate you cause you are Fiona's boyfriend) Petty
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Lady Ruth (Sweetest grandma alive) Salisbury and Jamie (You're a cool uncle) Salisbury
Part 2 coming soon!
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Happy Inktober Goatober!
@foolofabookwyrm-activated made the perfect prompt list for 2022.
Day Twenty-One - G.O.A.T.
Ebeneza Petty is the greatest of all time. So strong and so not interested in being a pawn in the game.
Day Twenty - Warrior : Link
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technetiumai · 2 years
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Thank you @bookish-bogwitch for the tag! 
I haven’t really been properly writing, but since the WIP folder game, I’ve been especially motivated to outline my current WIPs. I’ve had them all outlined to a certain extent in my head since I started them, but it has been extremely helpful to actually start writing everything down. (Who’da thunk it?) 
So I thought this week I’d do Six Chapter Sunday? And give a little something to do with the next six chapters of each of my currently-being-published WIPs?
So… spoilers? (But I guess that’s kinda the point of SSS, isn’t it?)
I’m putting everything under a cut because everything I do is so long.
For Atomic Son, I started with an extremely vague outline (which I then expanded on) that was just to remind me what I was supposed to write about, so I thought I’d show you that:
Chapter 9
Natasha Grimm-Pitch, August xx, 2008 
Is that nicotine gum?
Fiona Pitch, December xx, 2015
That sick bastard.
Simon Snow, September xx, 2015 
I’ll want to go to Hampshire… because that’s where we have Christmas
Chapter 10
Penelope Bunce, June xx, 2010 
What did you just do?
Penelope Bunce, July xx, 2010 
Not just protecting him.
Penelope Bunce, November xx, 2015
No better people to get lost with. You won’t stop me.
Chapter 11
Ebeneza Petty, September xx, 2008
Kindred spirit
Natasha Grimm-Pitch, xxxxxx xx, 20xx 
More than pain. More than magic.
Fiona Pitch, xxxxxx xx, 20xx
Losing him is losing everything.
Chapter 12
Basilton Grimm-Pitch, January xx, 2010 
I want you to meet my friend.
Mitali Bunce, xxxxxx xx, 20xx 
Nice enough boys.
Chapter 13
Penelope Bunce, December xx, 2015 
What do you mean you didn’t want to go to California? What do you mean you can’t fix it?
Fiona Pitch, December xx, 2015 
Meet the family. The reluctant family. So long as you don’t tell anyone you talked to them.
Simon Snow, December xx, 2015 
Only one bed.
Chapter 14
Natasha Grimm-Pitch, xxxxxx xx, 20xx 
Serial killer wall
Fiona Pitch, xxxxxx xx, 2002 
Now who loves me for me?
Nicodemus Petty, xxxxxx xx, 2002
There’s only one…
For Silence and Cries I’m sharing the chapter titles (It’s throwing me off that AO3 doesn’t let you have a prologue then chapter 1, so it starts with chapter 2): 
Chapter 2: Closed Enough Windows to Know You Can Never Look Back
Chapter 3: We Are Who We Are
Chapter 4: And I Found You With a Bottle of Wine
Chapter 5: Whoa, My Head Is On Fire
Chapter 6: So I Met Up With Some Friends at the Edge of the Night
Chapter 7: You Swore and Said We Are Not
For Night-Switch Paragons, I’m doing Rush quotes that will possibly be included:
Chapter 2:
Burning in the moment - trapped by the desperation between how it is and how it ought to be
Chapter 3: 
Yet my eyes are drawn toward the mountain in the east, fascinates and captivates, gives my heart no peace. The mountain holds the sunrise in the prison of the night, ‘till bursting forth from rocky chains the valley floods with light
Chapter 4:
Behind the beauty, cracks appear. Once with heads held high, they sang out to the sky. Why do their shadows bow in fear?
Chapter 5:
See how it sings like a sad heart and joyously screams out its pain? Sounds that build high like a mountain, or notes that fall gently, like rain.
Chapter 6:
To you -- is it movement or is it action? Is it contact or just reaction? And you -- revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence?
Chapter 7:
In the city where nobody smiles and nobody dreams, in the city where desperation drives the bored to extremes, just one spark of decency against a starless night, one glow of hope and dignity, a child can follow the light. No matter what they say
Obviously all of this is completely subject to change, but I thought it was fun :)
Tagging...?... everyone? (If I missed you, you still count, I’m just a scatter brain! Also, I’m sorry if you’ve already posted...)
@artsyunderstudy, @aristocratic-otter, @bazzybelle, @captain-aralias, @cutestkilla, seriously, how do people tag so many people? Am I missing something? Do you just remember everyone!? @fatalfangirl, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @whatevertheweather, @confused-bi-queer, @gekkoinapeartree, @martsonmars, @takitalks, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @moodandmist, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
(Yeah, I definitely missed people. And I don’t know if a lot of these people care... But I care about you! Ahhhhhhhh! I’m trying...)
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martsonmars · 2 years
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Thanks @facewithoutheart @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @confused-bi-queer @bookish-bogwitch @dragoneggo @takitalks @bazzybelle @stardustasincocaine @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ivelovedhimthroughworse @johnwgrey for the tags!!!
I don't have much to share today (she said, before talking about 35 WIPs) (edit before I post: I ended up sharing even too much stuff, but I'm leaving this to show that I'm nothing but a living contradiction). My main focus at the moment is a canon divergence I'm trying to finish so that I can concentrate on my CORB fic, but of course it keeps fighting me, and every time I think I solved all the problems, new problems appear. But yesterday I managed to edit the first 3 parts (out of 5 written; there will be 7 parts in the end) (I technically edited the 4th too but at the moment I hate it, so it doesn't count), and here are some random sentences I added while editing:
It was fine—Tyrannus simply didn't like him very much. It was a new experience for Simon—he knew he was funny, and more or less polite, and people usually took a liking to him right away, or at least pretended to do so as long as they were in his presence—but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.
I feel like a five-year-old kid who’s trying to get his uninvolved father to pay attention to him.
(I think [Dad] and Mr Grimm-Pitch might even be becoming friends, ever since Dad found out he saved a herd of Night Mares from poachers.) (My parents have a thing for magickal stock.)
I don’t want to hear the details about [Pippa's] vampire kink, especially since she apparently decided to fan cast Basilton to embody it.
Then, since it's tradition, I must give you a brand new WIP! Under the cut with the tags.
I really want to write something for @carry-on-sapphic-week Pick N Mix, but the main WLW thing I'm working on (Daphne/Lucy I've shared once) has too much plot for me to handle right now. SO I had a new idea—in the canon divergence I'm writing Natasha is alive and happily married, which means no Daphne. But Daphne is my beloved, so I wanted to write a spinoff of my own fic telling her story in this universe where she doesn't marry Malcolm. I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it for this event, but here's the beginning anyway:
“Sorry?” The woman pushes her glasses up her nose and smiles—a genuine smile, two dimples and crinkled eyes, not just a professional smile. “Could you repeat the name, please?”
“Petty, Nicodemus. Born on 17 November 1978, he was struck from the Book on 27 July 1997.”
The woman taps on her tablet for a long minute, the sound of her nails clicking on the screen almost soothing enough to placate the other's nervousness. “It's been six years since every mage ever targeted by discriminatory policies had their magickal status restored, but...” She frowns. “Mr Petty doesn't appear in our records.” She turns to the drawers on her left and runs her fingers on the tags until the finds the P. “May I know who's asking, and why?”
“Ebeneza Petty. I think my brother might be in danger.”
Tags!!! Hoping I didn't miss anyone's post hahaha.
@wellbelesbian @urban-sith @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @mostlymaudlin @palimpsessed @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @prettylightsbigcity @whatevertheweather @jbrrring @moodandmist @letraspal @captain-aralias @theotherhufflepuff @otherworldsivelivedin @excalisbury @shemakesmeforget @snowybank @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @gekkoinapeartree @bloodiedpixie @angelsfalling16 @basiltonbutliketheherb
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henreyettah · 1 year
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Drawtober day 23: sacrifice 🐐
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carry-on-big-bang · 2 years
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What It Means To Be Living
Author: @yellobb
Artist: @frjsti
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Ebeneza "Ebb" Petty, The Mage (Simon Snow), Malcolm Grimm, Natasha Grimm-Pitch, Lucy Salisbury, Minor Agatha Wellbelove, Mentioned Fiona Pitch, Small Towns, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, POV Simon Snow, POV Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Pining, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Poverty, Musician Simon Snow, Farmer Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Car Accidents, First Dates, Stargazing, Carry On Big Bang (Simon Snow), Inspired by Music, Angst with a Happy Ending, Simon Plays Guitar, Love at First Sight, Falling In Love
Summary: 
Simon has lived in the same small town his entire life. He dreams of one day escaping to the city and playing his mother's guitar for anyone who will listen, just like they'd always planned before she died. He works all day at the local corner store so that he can save up the money to leave, only taking breaks to play at the local shelter. Baz hates this town. He misses his life before the accident, when he was attending Columbia University and studying literature, but he doesn't think he'll ever get back to the way things were. He spends his days tending to what was once his grandfather's farm, trying desperately to make ends meet so that he can support himself and his father, who has been catatonic since the funeral. The only things that bring him joy these days are showers, long drives to clear his head, and listening to the beautiful boy at the shelter sing. --- Inspired by Tracy Chapman's Fast Car
Word count: 4006 (Chapter 1/16)
Art: Embedded in chapters as they're posted
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my-snowbaz-shit-idk · 4 months
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Who Really Was The Man Teaching Your Children? The Mage Behind The Costume
The Watford Gazette
~ News for Mages of all ages and stages ~
(A/N: this is part seven little mini project I did of turning the events of Carry On into newspaper articles)
In a shocking turn of events, The Mage was found dead. The goatherd Ebeneza Petty was also found dead at the scene along with three of Watford's students Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, Penelope Bunce, and Simon Snow, thankfully all the students are alive.
But what were they doing there in the first place? Another student came forward after the scene was made safe, Agatha Wellbelove, daughter of Dr. Wellbelove and Mrs. Wellbelove. All four of their testimonies give us a very detailed picture of David Cadwallader, not The Mage, not the man we knew but the true face behind the mask. 
If he were alive he would be charged with several crimes including kidnapping, attempted murder, murder, contact with vampires, attempted extortion, and possibly much more that we don't know about. 
According to the testimonies and other sources Cadwallader is the reason for the young Mr. Pitch's late return to Watford this year. He hired several Numpties to kidnap the 17-year-old at the tennis club in an attempt to prevent his mother from visiting him when the veil lifted and telling him about her murder which brings us to his next crime.
The Watford Tragedy has finally been solved 12 years later. It was David Cadwallader who let the vampires into Watford on that fateful day. 
He is also guilty of extortion and attempted extortion. He attempted to murder Agatha Wellbelove for her Magick but was stopped by Ebeneza Petty a powerful wizard who worked as the goatherd on the Watford school grounds, he then killed her for her Magick and attempted to forcefully siphon Simon's Magick. 
Here are excerpts from the testimonies:
Penelope Bunce: It all started when Baz's mum came back to tell us to find her killer. We began the search following the clues and that led us back to Watford. But first I'll tell you that Baz and I came up with a theory about The Humdrum being like an echo of Simon. I've never said this to anyone but The Humdrum looks like Simon, 11 years old, in a ratty t-shirt and grotty old jeans bouncing a red ball just like the first time he went off when he was 11. This isn't the first time I've seen him, the first time was when he summoned us all the way to Lancashire but I suspect The Mage kept that hush hush as well. Anyway, The Humdrum is like an echo of Simon, an aftermath to all the Magick he used. His power wasn't coming from nowhere; he was drawing it straight from the Magical atmosphere. Not on purpose of course not, he had no idea and neither did we until we started digging around. And when he kept drawing from the Magickal atmosphere he eventually wore it down, hence the Dead Spots. Now please don't worry about Simon and don't punish him, he doesn't have any Magick left, he's not a danger to anyone anymore.
Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch: Simon doesn't have Magick anymore, it's gone and it isn't going to come back, I don't think. He gave it up, by choice, to save us. Penny must have told you about our theory. [Yes] Good. The Humdrum is like an empty hole, I thought it wanted to get bigger but I was wrong. Simon was right. He said it wanted to be filled, so that's what he did, he filled it. He filled it right up to the brim. He gave all of his Magick to fill the void that was The Humdrum. When he did, The Humdrum disappeared. I don't know whether he's really gone, but I think he is because I can't feel him anymore. I don't know if the holes in the magickal atmosphere will ever heal but I at least think they won't get bigger now that Simon's done this. I'd hate for his sacrifice to be in vain.
Simon Snow: I'm honestly not really sure what happened, so much was going on. I remember The Mage trying to take my Magick and I was so confused. I saw Ebb dead and then The Humdrum was there and then before The Mage could take my Magick I poured it out and dumped it all into him, into The Humdrum. Then he ran away and I couldn't feel him anymore, couldn't feel anything anymore. I was going to collapse but then Penny sent me some of her Magick and I was able to stay upright but now that it's worn off I can't feel any Magick it's gone. I don't know what to do now that I'm not a Mage. I knew I was never supposed to be the chosen one, I knew I was never right to be the chosen one but I always was and now that I'm not I don't know what I am. I am glad though that now I can't use Magick and risk endangering everyone. So it's good in that way.
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Now that The Mage is dead we will once again be finding a replacement for a fallen Mage. For many, the Msge can't have fallen from a grace he was never in. And now that The Humdrum is gone, we can focus on what the English Magickal Community really wants and maybe we'll finally have a successful leader again. With The Humdrum gone, what do we want? We shall have to choose carefully this time.
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uniformbravo · 2 years
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i am here once again...... reading a book and going like aaaahhhhh.......... and that book's name.............. was albert einstein
sike it's just more carry on >:)
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[Simon] I'm quoting her again. I've been having conversations with her in my head all day. Sometimes Baz joins in the imaginary conversation, too--usually to tell me I'm a twat...though he never uses that word, even in my head. Too vulgar.
Please. can u believe this fuckin guy. im going insane
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"[...]'Let it go, Ebeneza,' she said. 'You were born with it, but it doesn't have to be your destiny.' [...]"
I'm giggling and trying not to spit out wet biscuit.
"What?" she says. "This is supposed to be an inspirational story."
"Your name is Ebeneza?"
"It's a perfectly good name! Very traditional." She laughs, too, and shoves an entire biscuit into her mouth, washing it down with coffee.
(he's talking to ebb) GOD THIS IS CUTE...... i love that he's friends with her, even if he's basically here to get info out of her they still get along cute ;w;
(but also dam dude 7 years at this school and u NEVER knew what ebb was short for smh....)
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"Ebb...how did your brother die?" [...]
She immediately shifts forward in her chair and looks away from me. "Well, that's not something we talk about. I'm not to talk about him at all--they buried his name when we couldn't bury his body, even struck his name from the Book--but he was my twin brother. Doesn't feel right to pretend he never was."
"I didn't know he was your twin."
"Yeah. Partner in crime."
"You must miss him."
"I do miss him." She sniffs. "I haven't talked to him since the day he crossed over--no matter what people say."
"Of course not," I say, "He's dead."
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"Sorry, Simon. I just...I think people thought I was going to go with him. That I wouldn't be able to live without him. Nicky wanted me to go."
"He wanted you to kill yourself, too?"
"He wanted me to go with him to..." She looks around, anxiously, and her voice drops to a whisper. "To the vampires. Nicky said he'd be waiting for me--that he'd always be waiting for me."
The biscuit I'm holding snaps. "To the vampires?"
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"[...] I guess that's what happens when they strike you from the Book. I was there for it. Mistress Pitch let me keep the words."
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She waves the staff over the fire, and the words spill out into the flames, but don't burn:
Nicodemus Petty.
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THERE IT IS THAT'S THE BITCH
a million context leading up to this but i just REALLY like the way this reveal was handled, like..... simon visits ebb hoping to glean some info about the vampire attack from someone who was on the grounds that day, then completely by random stumbles across the answer to a DIFFERENT question like WAY outta the blue
and since they weren't finding any leads on nicodemus he sort of got put on the back burner for the moment, all this other shit was happening that distracts u from even thinking abt nicodemus, so unless ur out here LOOKIN for it with ur eyes peeled u probably won't pick up on nicky being a nickname for nicodemus until it's revealed (or at least until vampires come up) and i just think the entire rigamarole is REAL NEAT
fr this story is SO expertly structured and handled with every plot point and subplot being juggled around Flawlessly im just constantly marveling at it all as i'm reading like. miss rainbow rowell kind of RULES at crafting a story this is genuinely so fun to read even past the gay shenanigans i originally came for it's WONDERFUL
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"Was he with them?" I ask. "The vampires who killed Baz's mum?"
Ebb's chin jerks up. "No," she says defensively. "I asked Mistress Mary myself--before she passed. She swore to me that Nicky wasn't there that day. He'd never do such a thing. Nicky didn't want to kill people. He just wanted to live forever."
The Plot Thickens (thing u say when an important plot advancement just happened but u have no idea what it means or what it changes but by god it HAPPENED)
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I should probably ask Ebb more questions. Penny wouldn't stop now. Baz would have his wand out, demanding to know everything.
Thinking Of Them....
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Ebb leans towards me and lays her arm around my shoulders. She does that sometimes. When I was a kid, I loved it. I'd sit extra close to her, so that I'd be easier to reach.
🥺 that's so fuckin SWEET
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"I'll be fine," I say. "Thanks, Ebb. Happy Christmas."
She opens the door for me, and I try not to seem like I'm in a hurry to say good-bye--but as soon as she closes it, I start running towards my house. I clomp snow all the way up to our turret--then dig out the cash I keep at the bottom of my wardrobe. It isn't much, but it'll get me to Hampshire, I think.
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I'm on a train, an hour away from Watford and an hour from Winchester, when I realize that I probably could have just borrowed a phone from somebody and called.
HE DEADASS
HE FUCKIGNG
IMMEDIATELY HOPPED ON THE TRAIN TO BAZ'S HOUSE HE WAS LIKE NOPE THIS IS THE ONLY WAY I HAVE TO TELL HIM RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY FJFOGUGJFJG
simon is SO impulsive and i LOVE THAT FOR HIM
(also what do u Mean call him. Do U Have His Number
what would he have baz listed as in his phone....)
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[Baz] I like to practise violin in the library.
GOD i forgot he plays violin this is the most pretentious fuckin sentence i've ever read i h8 him
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"Basilton... Mr. Pitch."
I let the instrument drop from my chin and turn. Vera is standing at the door. "I'm sorry to interrupt. But your friend is here to see you."
"I'm not expecting anyone."
"It's a friend from school," she says. "He's wearing your uniform."
"Mr. Pitch there's a fucking freak standing on our front lawn I think he's urs"
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I guess it could be Niall. He comes over sometimes. Though usually he'd text first...Not usually--always. And he wouldn't be in uniform. Nobody would; we're on break.
yeah what kinda fuckin IDIOT would show up in full uniform, during break,
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When I get to the foyer, Simon Snow is standing there like a lost dog.
Or an amnesia victim.
LOL sights that make u bluescreen
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Vera must have told him to stay on the rug, because he's standing right in the middle of it.
GOD why is this so funny. the absolute mood this is and also baz being able to pick up on it like immediately kgjgkjdlfdg
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"Baz...," he says again. And I wait for him to get it out. "You're--you're wearing jeans."
SIMON
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He swallows. Snow has the longest neck and the showiest swallow I've ever seen. His chin juts out and his Adam's apple catches--it's a whole scene.
i'm sure it is when ur eyes snap to him with laser focus at the slightest hint of movement, and also u view everything he does in rose-tinted slow motion
"Well," I say, pointedly lifting my eyebrows. "It was good of you to stop by--"
Snow lets out a stymied growl and steps forward, off the rug, and then steps back. "I came to talk to you."
I nod. "All right."
"It's..."
"All right," I say again, this time cutting him some slack. I don't actually want him to get so frustrated that he leaves. (I never want Snow to leave.)
👌 i am THIS fucking close
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"You'll have to take off your boots," I say. "They're still dripping."
He crouches to unlace them, wet wool trousers straining ridiculously over his thighs....
And then Simon Snow is standing in my foyer in his red-stockinged feet.
All the blood I've got in me rises to my ears and cheeks.
"Come on, Snow. Let's...talk."
god hes so fucked he won't make it 5 minutes
dying to know what he's thinking right now, about what simon could Possibly need to talk about so urgently that he fuckin RAN to his house, In Person, had to tell him Face To Face In The Flesh
the "talk" in "let's...talk" is SO LOADED LMAO
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[Simon] She clears her throat, and Baz stops to introduce me. "Mother, you remember my roommate, Simon Snow."
She must have already recognized me, but she still looks shocked, which reminds me to ask myself what the bleeding hell I think I'm doing here. In the House of fucking Pitch.
Which I should have thought through on the train, or in the taxi, or even walking the five miles from the main road to Baz's front door.
I never think.
Impulsive Boy
too busy imagining a mythical creature running alongside the train/cab
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"He's just here to visit, Mother. We have a project we're working on together--a school project. And you don't have to call him that. You can just call him Simon."
"You don't call me Simon," I mumble.
"We'll be up in my room," Baz says, ignoring me.
LOL
baz should just fuckin. immediately start calling him simon from now on. as a funny practical joke,
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I try to keep up with him. I still can't believe he's wearing jeans. I guess he wouldn't wear his uniform when he's not at school, but I'd always imagined Baz lounging around in suits and waistcoats--with, like, silk scarves hanging around his neck.
I mean...they do look like really expensive jeans. Dark. And snug from his waist to his ankles without looking tight.
thank u for this crucial insight simon
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We get to a long hallway, and Baz opens a tall arched door into a bedroom. His bedroom.
It's another vampire joke: The walls have red fabric panels, and his bed is monstrous and decorated with gargoyles. (There are gargoyles. On his bed.)
FORTY-TWO OF THEM
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"All right, Snow," he says, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"You invited me," I say. So lame. So eternally lame.
"Is that why you're here?" For Christmas?"
imagine if he was. if he was just like "yea"
what would u say to that baz. u wouldn't be able to fuckin handle it
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"I haven't thought it through that far. I came here as soon as I left Ebb's."
"Well, what does Penelope think?"
HE CALLED HER, PENELOPE,
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"I haven't talked to her yet."
"Where is she?"
"I don't know--I told you, I haven't talked to her. I came straight here."
Baz seems confused. "You came straight here?"
"Would you rather I waited to tell you after Christmas break?"
uuuuooghuough......... simon forgot he was soooo fucking mad at baz but Baz Sure Didn't
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He looks away. "No. I mean, I've been reading a lot of books about vampires."
I stop myself from saying, "Self-help?" "What have you found out?" I ask instead.
LMFAO SIMON
vampire jokes aside baz would NEVER willingly read a self-help book we both know this
"That they're dead and evil and like to kill babies."
"Huh," I say. "Did it say anything about salt and vinegar crisps?" Baz eats them on his bed when he thinks I'm asleep, then brushes the crumbs between our beds.
GFJGOGDKG GOD FUCKING EXPOSED that's such a random pull it reminds me of the fuckin ritsu post thats like "siblings will literally bring up the most random and specific beef the first chance they get that's why when mob said "sorry ritsu" he immediately went "for the time you got carsick and threw up in my hood?" he had that saved up and Ready" LIKE
Literally same energy
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There's a knock at his door, and it swings open.
"You're supposed to knock!" Baz snaps before the girl even steps inside.
he is so rattled he's so jazzed simon commit this moment to memory so u can make fun of him for it later
It's his sister, I think. She's too young for Watford yet. She looks like his stepmother, dark-haired and pretty, but not like Baz and his mother--they're drawn in bolder lines than this.
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"Mum says you have to come down for dinner."
"Fine," he says.
She stands there.
"We'll be down soon," he says. "Go away."
The girl rolls her eyes and lets the door close.
it is mentioned Multiple times that some of the characters have siblings (first penny, and now baz) but we never get so much as A Name for any of them (besides premal)
fascinated with this little snippet because of that. she's his stepsister. they don't seem close. What Else. Release The Forbidden Sibling Lore
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"What?" He scowls up at me.
"I said, send a message if--"
"You're not leaving now."
"I told you everything I know."
"Snow, you came in on the last train, then you walked for an hour. You haven't eaten all day, and your hair's still wet--you're not going anywhere tonight."
BRO NO NO NOT THIS NOT FUCKING THIS
I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA BE LIKE "now that ur here u have to help me continue my research ur not getting out of it now" but NO HE PULLS THE RUG RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER U AND SMACKS U WITH THE "u haven't eaten all day you'll catch a cold u need to rest" LIKE AAUAUAAAAAUAUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH?????????!!!!!!!!?!!?!???!!!?!?!?
fucking insidious. HEINOUS. cannot BELIEVE the AUDACITY
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Snow was a wreck at dinner.
Which I might have enjoyed if I wasn't so desperate for him to stay.
SCREAM??????????????????????????????????? SCREAMS
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I've never actually sat at a table with Snow before. I let myself watch him, and let myself enjoy it, at least for a few minutes. I keep doing that, since this all started--indulging myself. (What's that they say about having dessert first if you're on the Titanic?)
god GOD he's indulging himself. gives himself little a staring as a treat
(i love that it's so in line w everything we've been reading tho like u don't have to just take his word for it we have Seen him indulging himself more and more right before our very eyes, slowly descending further and further into his own personal hell,)
Snow's table manners are atrocious--it's like watching a wild dog eat. A wild dog you'd like to slip the tongue.
After dinner, we go to th
SCREAM SCREAM SCREAMC SCREAMS SCREAM FUCKING SCREAMS HELLO??????????????????????? FUCKKING HELLO?????????????????????????? HOLY SHIT????? HOLY SHIT??????
ARE UYOU OKAY IS HE OKAY????????? OBVIOUSLY HES NOT THIS GUY HAS NEVER BEEN OKAY A SINGLE DAY IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE HE'S THE LEAST OKAY MOTHERFUCKER ON THE PLANET EARTH HHE
im literaqlly fucking crying right now there are tears coming out of my eyes he can't just SAY THIS SHIT he can't DO THIS AND LITERALLY HE JUST MOVES RIGHT THE FUCK ON???? "after dinner, we" MY ASS GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT I JUST READ
U CAN'T. YOU CAN'T. he literally says this shit and then moves right along like nothing happened but i was THERE i saw it HAPPEN i was at ground ZERO i SAW this freak climb into the fountain and gargle the pennies like pop rocks and then just get out and walk away and expect us all to mind our own business I CAN SEE,,, UR WET ASS FOOTPRINTS,, SLOPPING ACROSS THE CONK CRETE . U CAN MOVE ON BUT I WILL NEVER FORGET WHAT TRANSPIRED HERE TODAY
he drives me insane he fucking makes me lose my fucking mind. baz pov is a WARZONE and i am out here every day fighting for my LIFE
After dinner, we go to the library and I show him what I've found on vampires. He keeps moving away from me, and I pretend not to notice.
romantic date ideas
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Snow lowers his eyebrows. "When you look at it that way, why doesn't everyone cross over?"
"Because it's death," I say.
"It clearly isn't."
"They say your soul dies."
"That's tosh," he says.
"How would you know, Snow?"
"Observation."
"Observation," I say. "You can't observe a soul."
"You can over time," he says. "I think I'd know--"
"It's death," I say, "because you need to eat life to stay alive."
"That's everyone," he says. "That's eating."
OOUUUHHHHHHHH followup on the point where simon was talking to penny saying baz isn't dead, he has magic, and that's life etc etc etc
LOVING this subtle confrontation of simon arguing that point directly to baz, and ALSO love that he's figuring out how to get baz to talk about vampire stuff w/o setting him off, like he's meeting him on his terms by being vague about it instead of just yelling ADMIT UR A VAMPIRE for the 1200th time
it's good shit 👌👌👌
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Snow sits back. His mouth is open--because no one ever taught him to close it. He pushes at his bottom lip with his tongue. I think about licking blood from it.
AND THEN WE HAVE BAZ'S HORNY ASS,
"It's death," I say, looking back down at my book, "because you look at other people, living people, and they seem really far away. They seem like something else. The way that birds seem like something else. And they're full of something you don't have. You could take it from them, but it still won't be yours. They're full, and...you're hungry. You're not alive. You're just hungry."
OOOOOFFFFF HELLO THIS IS THE MOST OPEN HE'S LITERALLY EVER BEEN WITH SIMON HELLO??????? bro the strat WORKED this is PROGRESS im yellingggggggg
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When I look up, Snow's staring right at me.
I can feel the cross around his neck, like static in my salivary glands, but it's never been less discouraging. I could knock him over right now. (Kiss him? Kill him? Improvise?)
IMPROVISE
"You should ask your parents," Snow says.
"Whether I'm alive?" Fuck. I didn't mean to say it like that. To concede, even a little.
UUUUOOOOOUUUUUUHHHHHUUU OHHHH SHIT OH SHIT AAAAAA BOY LET HIS GUARD DOWN OOOOOOOOO
his distracted ass fantasizing abt biting simon while trying to have a serious conversation w him LOL
Snow closes his mouth. Swallows. That's where I'd bite him, right in the throat.
cannot BELIEVE HIM
spent ONE dinner watching him eat like a wild animal and couldn't recover fucking RIP
"I meant," he says, "you should ask them if they remember Nicodemus. Maybe they know where he is."
and the way simon doesn't immediately jump on it like he would've before any of this UGH im fucking dying dude it's TOO MUCH
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[Simon] "Whose room is this?" I ask.
Baz is crouching next to a bookshelf. "My aunt Fiona's."
I step back into the doorway. "What are we doing here?"
LOL HE STEPS BACK i mean probably a smart move but still funny as hell
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Baz is flipping through the pages. I crouch down next to him. "What is that?"
"It's a memory book," he says. "They used to give them out at Watford before the Mage took over. At your leavers ball. It's got class pictures from every year and little stories...."
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I find another snapshot of Nicodemus and Baz's aunt, this time posing in old-fashioned costumes. "Did you know Watford used to have a drama society?" I ask.
"Watford had a lot of things before the Mage."
ooohh i love these tiny peeks into what watford was like before the mage came into power like
when ur first introduced to the mage it's thru simon's pov so obviously he's gonna have only positive things to say about him, and it all sounds great in theory, like opening the school to Everyone with magic instead of gatekeeping what kinds of people can attend, all the flashbacks of him talking about activism and the changes he wants to make
and likewise the old families (esp the pitches) are cast in a negative light bc theyre the Enemy and are Against all the causes the mage is fighting for
but then u get all these little bits of context sprinkled in here and there that complicate the situation, like baz framing it as fighting for his family, for magic, and shit like this kinda puts that in perspective, like
these are lil pieces of watford history, bits of Fun and Life that have been sucked out of tradition and been lost, and like. simon even SAYS he wishes he had one
He holds the book open to a page full of photos. It makes me wish I had something like it--I don't have any pictures of myself or my friends.
like it's not just his family's power baz is fighting for, it's things like this that have been discontinued because of the mage
and subtle drip feeding these things to us like this is such a neat and effective way to get u to see the pitches' side of things, while at the same time simulating what i assume to be simon's slow, gradual journey into changing his opinion of the mage and seeing more eye to eye with baz
it's just really cool!
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"Come on," Baz says. "I'll show you to your room."
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My room turns out to be the creepiest one yet:
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Plus there's something under the bed.
I don't know exactly what, but it moans and clicks and makes the bedposts shake. I end up at Baz's door, telling him I'm going back to Watford.
GJFJGKDJFKDKGSLKD simon being so creeped out by baz's house is SO GOOD hes like u know what fuck this im walking the 10 hours back to watford in the dead of night starting right NOW
"What?" He's half asleep when he comes to the door. And flushed--he must have gone hunting after I went to bed. Or maybe they keep kennels for him on the grounds.
BITCH THEY BETTER 🔪
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"Come on, Snow, you can sleep on my couch. The wraiths don't hang out in here."
👀
"Why not?"
"I creep them out."
"You creep me out," I mutter, and he throws one of his pillows into my face. (It smells like him.)
DOES IT .
I realize, as I'm settling in on his couch, that I don't mean it. About him creeping me out.
I used to mean it. I usually do.
But he's the most familiar thing in this house, and I fall asleep better, listening to Baz breathe, than I have since winter break started.
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EXCUUUUUUUUSE MEEE
EXCUUUUUUUUUUUSE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE
U FUCKING
WHAT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i don't even have anything else to say about this just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
u can't do this to me u CANT fucking do this to MEEEEEE WHAT DO U MEEEEEEEEAAAANNNNN OTL OTL OTL
THE FACT. that we are seeing simon slowly slowly SLOWLY open up to baz it started with the forced humanizing and then spending time Directly working with him on something seeing him and penny getting along so well SHARING HIS MAGIC and now THIS u gotta be KIDDING ME,
the frequent descriptions of baz's physical appearance starting with "his dark hair" to "his grey eyes" to "his crooked nose" to "he's wearing JEANS and they are TIGHT" and "he looks flushed" and even into "it smells like him" LIKE???????? he probably doesn't even realize he's doing it BUT I DO.... I AM AWARE AND I AM TAKING NOTE EVERY TIME
it's something i've been thinking for a while now but i REALLY wanna say this is going in the direction of "simon being completely oblivious to the fact that he's falling for baz" so u get all this shit where he's like "oh those are some really form-fitting jeans" and "this pillow smells like him" and "he is the most comforting thing in this house rn" without batting an eye because to him they are just COMPLETELY normal observations and Also he's still "in love" with agatha, his one singular love interest slot is currently being occupied by her ergo it's Impossible for him to have feelings for anyone else atm
which is another thing too like i don't think he even knows what Actual love is like, because whatever he's got going on with agatha is Not It i mean. she's his happy ending, she's beautiful, she's the light at the end of the tunnel for him, she's the personified Happily Ever After he's been clinging to to get him through all the Chosen One shit he has to deal with
and while i'm sure he does love her, it's not the right kind of love. it's just part of a script, the thing that's Supposed To Happen. the happiness in his relationship with her always stemmed from the comfort it brought him to have something figured out in his catastrophe of a life
so Because his view of love is so skewed, when he starts catching Actual feelings for baz he doesn't pick up on it At All bc pff lmao that's not a CRUSH those are just my very specific Enemy feelings reserved only for baz and nobody else i've never felt this way about anybody else in my life just him. bc he's my enemy
so that's my theory im gunning for it likes charge reblogs cast pls support me in this trying time xoxo
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haha wouldn't it be funny if i ended the post here and didn't catch up to where i'd left off before haha wouldn't that be so silly and whimsical of me hahaha :))))
I SWEAR THERES LIKE. TWO CHAPTERS LEFT TIL I CATCH UP I SWEAR 2 GOD. NEXT TIME FOR REAL FOR REAL OR I WILL WRITE A FORMAL APOLOGY FOR ALL THE LIES AND DECEPTION IVE COMMITTED
legit if i dont catch up next time i'll shit there is NO WAY
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