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bazzybelle · 6 months

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Good Omens 2 and Wayward Son - A Fan's Commentary on Fandom Reactions

I’m going to start off by saying apologies for any obvious grammatical errors. I am writing purely from the heart here.

Also, apologies to my Sandman friends. If you haven’t read The Simon Snow Trilogy, this will go over your heads. However, I have been going back and forth on writing this meta since the release of Good Omens 2, and I just finished reading a spectacular meta on queer ships becoming canon by @avelera, which you can find here (read it, it’s brilliant). Anyway, I feel now’s a good time to let out all of my feelings when it comes to Good Omens 2 and how similar it was to reading Wayward Son.

Simon Snow friends, you all know that Wayward Son is my favourite book out of the trilogy. You also know that this can be considered a controversial take within the fandom. And I don’t mean that in a toxic way, this fandom is one of the more wholesome fandoms I’ve seen; But in the way of like… Wayward Son is itself a polarizing book.

I say this, knowing full well what went down when Wayward Son was released. Perhaps I had the advantage of not being completely embroiled within the Simon Snow fandom until after I’d finished reading the book, but I lived on the periphery. I followed Rainbow on Twitter (fuck you, I am not calling it X), I had saved some artwork on Pinterest (before I found out those were stolen, wherein I immediately unpinned them and deleted my fandom folders), and I was excited to get Wayward Son as soon as it came out. So much so that I asked my husband to go to the Indigo near his office and buy it because I wanted to read it right away.

Friends, I demolished that book within a DAY.

Then I read it again. And again. And again.

Then I wrote my first fanfiction in eight years.

This book changed me. But you all know that. I’ve talked about it often, and that’s not what this meta (Editorial? Opinion piece? Shouting into the void?) is about.

What I am going to talk about is the amount of pure vitriol this book got once it was released. There was SO MUCH complaining about the book. It was too short! There was no point to it! Why aren’t Simon and Baz having sexy vampire sex? Why aren’t they living together (never mind that this was briefly discussed at the end of Carry On, but go off I guess)?

And you know what’s even funnier? Within a couple of weeks (it might have even been days, I’m a little fuzzy on timelines) Rainbow announced the third book. We knew, right away, that Wayward Son was meant to be an in-between book! Rainbow, being a fandom person herself, has said time and time again that she had always considered Wayward Son as an in-between book, structured like The Empire Strikes Back within the Star Wars original trilogy. Like think of the in-between books of any series, they are ALWAYS the darkest ones. In order to fully appreciate the win in the end, you need to go through the tough shit.

What I loved about Wayward Son was it took that idea and spun it. It went all “ok, yeah we dealt with the win, now let’s deal with the aftermath. Only then can we have the makeouts and sexy times these guys deserved.” (and damn, did Any Way The Wind Blows deliver on that promise).

But I am getting away from myself again. Point is, it was always meant to be an in-between book. There was always meant to be a resolution at the end of the trilogy. But that sure as hell didn’t stop people from outright demanding Rainbow give them the happy ending NOW. Pestering her on Twitter, (not so much on Tumblr) demanding she do this, or do that, or “you better not kill Baz” (even though she has ALWAYS SAID SHE NEVER WOULD) or “they better not break up” (even though, narratively, it was heading in that direction). The closer the book got to release date, the more people complained about how awful Wayward Son was.

It was really disheartening to see.

Which is why I got really upset when the SAME THING happened after the release of Good Omens 2.

(For clarification purposes, because several of my friends have spoken to me about their own personal issues with Good Omens 2. And you are all super fucking valid. I am strictly referring to the amount of anger I saw online because although Aziraphale and Crowley kissed, they didn’t have an immediate happily ever after. I am also speaking of the anger expressed because the season wasn’t wrapped up in a neat little bow.)

Like with the release of Wayward Son, people seemed to have forgotten that season 2 of Good Omens was meant to be an inbetween season. Neil Gaiman has not been shy to talk about that. He has said over and over again that Season 2 was always meant to be a bridge between the Good Omens he and Terry Pratchett wrote together, and the sequel they had been planning.

What… did you all just forget about that? Do you not know how narrative writing works?

It’s like people refused to take a step back and breathe for a second and appreciate the season for what it was. A beautiful romantic story (because, IT WAS! Just like Neil said it would be), as well as a lead up into what will be the epic, dramatic conclusion. No, instead people started demanding the happy ending NOW, and getting angry when Neil wouldn’t budge and offer more information (even though he never has before) (funny how people just… forgot that).

It was Wayward Son all over again.

Yeah, I’m not going to lie, I was crushed with the way Good Omens 2 left off. Just like I was so confused when Wayward Son ended out of the blue. You know what I did about that? I wrote fic, I read the book again, and I happily anticipated the upcoming final part that would tie up all the loose ends.

Know what I’m doing to heal after Good Omens 2? I’m looking at gifs, rewatching episodes, laughing at memes and crack, and hoping to all the gods of story writing that Amazon approves of a third season, so that Neil Gaiman can be allowed to finish the story he and Terry Pratchett built together.

It’s become sad to watch this feral hunger from fans demanding immediate gratification, and getting upset when it isn’t the ending or gratification they were expecting. Wayward Son came out after years of Carry On fans having nothing else but the one book. Like I said, I wasn’t part of the fandom then, so I don’t know how fans from 2015 felt upon learning they’d get more Simon and Baz. Same with Good Omens. I only really got into the fandom a few months before season 2 came out. So I don’t know how OG fans felt waiting and waiting and waiting. So maybe I have that going for me as an advantage, that my hunger wasn’t growing more and more feral.

Then again, I’m now a part of The Sandman fandom, and we’re essentially waiting on Season 2 to start development. And while I’m hoping a few things are tweaked (like Dream and Hob’s relationship), I’d be more than fine if it stays the same as in the comics. And if they decide to go about that in an entirely different way, I’d be fine with that too. You know why? Because I’ve learned to trust the writers of the stories I love not to lead me astray.

And if I’m unhappy with something –because nothing is ever 100% perfect, and even my favourite stories end up coming short– there are always fanfictions to write, gifs to laugh at, and fandom friends to discuss plots and meta with.

I may have lost the point of this meta. I tend to do that, following a train of thought that doesn’t always make sense in the end.

Fandom friends, can we all just agree to take a breath and be thankful of the stories given to us? Can we learn to appreciate the entire picture, and not just a tiny section of it? And for the love of all that is holy, can we learn to be patient and to listen when our story tellers remind us to wait and see? To trust them when they assure us that our characters will have a happy ending, even if they need to traverse a little in the dark to get there?

I sure as hell am, and I hope you will too.

Gonna tag @carryonsimoncarryonbaz because she was instrumental in encouraging me to write this.

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sp00ky-baz · 8 months

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I have a hard time talking about myself because autism and trauma gave me self perception issues? nah, I dont talk about myself bc Im the mercenary sitting in the back of the tavern with a dark hood and a mysterious past.

#neurodivergent #autism #baz babble

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boyinjeans · 1 year

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it frustrates me that i don’t know what the cows crew sounds like, especially since my thoughts are largely “sound” based. like i know the vibe their voices would give off, but i can’t make up several distinct british accents in my head. i’m from ohio. they all just have my voice with different timbres and attitudes

#basil babbles #i actually can’t accurately envision any of their voices #when i try baz sounds like alan rickman #and simon sounds like andrew garfield #which he would not #agatha sounds like mia goth #except with an american accent #because i’m bad at imaging english accents #agatha wellbelove #snowbaz #penelope bunce #simon snow #baz pitch #carry on

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blackberrysummerblog · 11 months

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hii <3

2, 21, 23, 29 and 78 for the ask game. sorry if they're too many ^^'

Thank you so much for the ask @imagineacoolerusername! I apologize for not responding sooner, because I’m really excited someone took me up on the ask game (and it’s never too many, I love thinking more about what/how I’m writing).

2) Where do you get your fic ideas?

I’m similar to a lot of people on this one—my ideas come from things that I see or hear around me. It goes hand in hand with the first question in the ask list, which is “do you daydream a lot before you write” and I am a *huge* daydreamer. I generally do get an idea of a full story realized quickly enough that I don’t spend a lot of time dreaming before I write (haha…she says after literal months of WIP posts from the same unpublished fic, lol). I daydream constantly about my hyperfixations though, and I just let my mind wander wherever it feels like. There are stories in my head I would never actually post because they’ve become OOC and self-indulgent to a comical degree, but I get pleasure out of thinking about them and so I let my thoughts drift there when they want to. I often get some good material that way for stories that I actually do want to share with people.

For my crucible marriage AU, the idea came from a throwaway line in Carry On about Watford having possibly started as a mages’ settlement: I started thinking about an AU where that was still the case, and there would still be the school but it would start for students at a younger age than in canon. Assuming the kids mostly went home in the evenings, the crucible wouldn’t need to assign roommates, and instead could do another job like…magickally determining one’s spouse. That was the thought process, and because I am *feral* for arranged marriage/married-at-first-sight stories, the fic has been living at the front, middle, and back of my brain ever since.

21) Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

I don’t have a strong preference; it just depends on what the story requires. I’ll know when I begin writing if a story is going to be long and plotty enough to require chapters; in this fandom I’ve done entirely one-shots because I’m leaning heavily on soft vibes without enough conflict to need more than one post to tell. The crucible marriage fic will definitely be chaptered, though

23) Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

It depends where it starts in my head, i.e. the part I’m trying to get to. If the idea starts off largely in middle of the story I want to tell, then I need to figure out a beginning that can segue into that. It’s usually not super hard, but then again, I mostly enjoy doing domestic-style fluff and cutesy flirting, so it’s not an enormous exercise to intro that. I’m having a harder time with the current AU’s beginning, especially since at this point I’ve dragged it all out so long that I want it to be just right. The hardest part for me is almost always the ending, by which I don’t mean how it all ends up, but the last sentence. I’m pretty weak with last lines, and the *absolute fucking worst* at titles. I think both feel like high-pressure, sum-your-precious-baby-up-in-very-few-words situations to me. I am flat out disgusted with myself for some of the titles I’ve gone with after throwing up my hands.

29) What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I like my dialogue. I think it flows pretty well and is often cute or funny. And I think I do a decent job with shoehorning my contrived plot points in. The example I’m thinking of is the field trip fic I wrote (I can’t even bring myself to namecheck the title, did I mention how bad I am at them?) where the entire story basically hinged on getting Simon to have to sit on Baz’s lap on the bus. It was easy enough to assign them as seatmates, and spilling something on the seat is a good reason for Simon to not be able to use it, but because it’s a magickal universe there really shouldn’t have been any reason they couldn’t spell the seat dry. Magic had to have been disallowed on the bus, which let me write a nice little bit about how Simon had gotten it banned on an earlier trip (and also to reflect on how few field trips he’s even been on, awwww). Anyway, I thought it was funny and just about killed myself when Baz quipped “here comes the not-so-magic-school bus” to humiliate Simon in front of the class. Pretty much everything that happened after that was just as contrived, and I thought it was hilarious.

78) What motivates you during the writing process?

It’s a compulsion for the flesh to become word. I write even the stories that I would never post because they’re too dirty or too personal or too badly conceived to share, because once they’re described in words it provides a kind of release for me.

There’s a short story by William H. Gass called “In the Heart of the Heart of the Country” and I really recommend it for achingly real and emotive lines, but the one I’m thinking of is this, said of the narrator’s neighbor: “Nevertheless, I keep wondering whether, given time, I might not someday find a figure in our language which would serve him faithfully, and furnish his poverty and loneliness richly out.”

I want that when I write, to find words that will mean something to myself and someone else, that will hold a moment or experience up in the light in such a way that it’s viewed tenderly and with generosity.

Thanks again for asking; I hope my answers weren’t too long winded! If anyone else wants to play you can reblog this post:

#asks #ask game #snowbaz #married by the crucible au #Simon snow #Baz pitch #navel gazing #i babble on for way too long

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iamthebonecarver · 2 years

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Please hmu if you’ve reas rainbow Rowell Carry On BECAUSE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY WHILE I READ

#bone carver babbles #rainbow rowell #carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #simon x baz

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oh-austin · 2 years

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mistaken (austin butler)

summary: in which austin brings ines to set and shes a little confused to see her dad kissing someone who isn't her mom

ask: reader x dad!austin - the reader brings their daughter (a baby) to set and everyone is happy to see her but when they start filming their daughter sees austin and olivia kiss which confuses her so she starts calling olivia mommy. angst.

authors note/warning: no warnings! my first angsty kind of piece ahh, hopefully it's not crap- because im a fluff girl through and through tbh. part four of going method will be out soon my loves!!

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Bringing a 14 month old to set wasn’t necessarily a bad idea. Everyone loved Ines. She was a smiley baby, who slept through the night at 7 months and was happy to be held by anyone when in a good mood.

Ines was a little confused at first when seeing her daddy all dressed up in costume, but she soon realised it was him when looking into his blue eyes- ones that matched hers exactly.

Ines soon became a regular on set, babbling whilst Baz spoke to her daddy, loved being held by Tom and had taken a special liking to Olivia. All of the cast did enjoy having her around.

Since you got pregnant within the first month and a half of filming, everyone felt like a special part of Ines’ life. They were there when you went into labour, when Austin would freak out if you weren’t sitting down after hitting your 36 week mark. They saw it all.

Now with filming almost at an end, Ines was growing faster than the cast and crew liked to see.

Today they were filming Priscilla's first scene. Olivia had unruly curly clip-on bangs and Austin was looking very official in Elvis' army suit. Ines was on your lap as you sat in Austin's chair, his name on the back of it. Baz spoke with the producers as Austin was getting ready to shoot the scene.

You always made sure Ines had her pacifier in whilst they were shooting, a guaranteed way of having no baby noises in the back of the scene. If she ever fussed, you were very quick to leave the sound stage. Ines was very well-behaved though- Austin said she was very good at reading the room and that she knew she had to be quiet.

"Ready to watch Daddy, huh?" You whispered to Ines. Austin was getting last minute makeup done as you looked over to him.

"Dada," Ines pointed over at Austin, a smile on her face.

"Yeah, Nezzie say hi dada?" You showed her how to wave over at Austin, she replicated your gesture.

"Dada!" She called. Austin's eyes looked up and met his daughters.

"Hi my girl," Austin came over from the sound stage to come see you both, "You're getting so big," Austin picked Ines up from your lap. "Gotta stop growing for dad, yeah?"

Ines went to go touch one of the badges on Austin's suit jacket, "Nezzie, no," Austin said softly, shaking his head at her. Ines looked up at him with her big blue eyes, "No touch," Ines nodded, putting her finger back in her mouth. "Good girl," Austin held her close to his chest before placing a kiss on her head.

Baz called out for Austin to come back to the soundstage. "Daddy's gotta go," Austin gave Ines another kiss before handing her back to you. Austin kissed your cheek quickly before heading back ready to shoot the scene.

"Ready Nez?" You kissed her cheek a few times as you bounced her on your knee. Baz called for everyone to be quiet on set, as you popped Ines' pacifier in her mouth.

"Action!" He yelled.

"And then he said to me," Olivia began, taking a deep breath before speaking again, “You know what, Priscilla?" She changed her voice and made it deeper and more gruff. "You gotta listen to me, sweetie, because this guy, he’s got girls all over the world, okay?"

You watched as Olivia and Austin moved around one another, performing the scene that you had read with Austin multiple times before. They were doing great. You and Ines were relatively close to the soundstage so you could see everything that was happening.

The scene finished with Austin and Olivia kissing on the fake windowsill, Baz called cut. Austin came over to get his water from you in between takes, Olivia followed him.

"Oh my gosh, Nezzie! Look out big you're getting," Olivia crouched down in front of you and your daughter. You were very lucky to be so welcomed on set, Olivia often offering to babysit Ines for you both.

"Mama!" Ines shouted, reaching her arms out to Olivia. Your heart dropped a little and Austin stopped rubbing circles on your hand.

"Oh no, baby," Olivia shook her head with a smile, "That's mama," Olivia pointed up to you.

"Mama!" Ines shouted in what seemed to be protest. Austin sighed picking her up.

"She's probably confused," Austin bounced her up and down. You knew that he could tell it had upset you. At the start of your relationship, you had reservations about dating an actor- someone who would be kissing other people as a part of their job. However, overtime you came to adjust.

But now your own daughter was calling someone else her Mom, because she had seen your husband kissing her. "Sees us kiss and then watches the scene, she's just a little take back, hey Nez?" Austin kissed her cheek. "Look at mama," Austin pointed to you. Her eyes followed her dad's finger, but then Ines looked back to Olivia and you felt like crying.

Austin wanted to stay around and comfort you, talk you through how you were feeling, but Baz called him and Olivia back for another take. Austin whispered a soft apology when he had to hand Ines back to you. You heard mutters of Olivia apologising to him, but you knew it wasn't her fault.

You snuck out during that take, heading back to the trailer with Ines. When Olivia realised after the next take that you had left, she felt even worse than before- but Austin assured her that you probably went to feed her. He knew that you hadn't.

You sat in Austin's trailer, trying to shush Ines to sleep for her nap. Soon, she was out and it was just you in there all alone with your thoughts. It wasn't anybodies fault that Ines was confused, she's only a baby. That's what you tried to tell yourself anyway. It wasn't hard to let negative thoughts penetrate your mind.

"Y/N?" You heard Austin's voice from outside the trailer around thirty minutes later, "Baby? I'm gonna come in, okay?" You didn't respond. Austin felt so guilty seeing you sit with small traces of tears glistening over your eyes.

"Hey," You whispered to him. He sighed before coming to sit next to you and a sleeping Ines.

"You know she knows that you're her mom, right?" Austin was still in his cadet outfit, his hair perfectly slicked back. You were about to open your mouth in protest, "No-" Austin stopped you- "She does," He whispered. "Baby, she's just one year old, like freshly one," He chuckled, "She only knows three words!"

"I know, it just-" You sighed- "It really sucked," You looked down at your daughter, who was a carbon copy of Austin. His blonde curls and blue sparkly eyes were all him, but he claimed she looked so much like you- you could never see it.

"I know baby, but she's not used to seeing her daddy kiss people other than her mommy, you know that" He grabbed your hand as you held Ines. You nodded, meeting his eyes. "The other day, she called Tom dad!" He told you with a wide grin, "Funniest thing I've ever seen," Austin recalled, "She's just little, but she knows that we're her mom and dad,"

You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing in the peace between the three of you. "She called Tom dad?" You asked from your spot against Austin's shoulder.

"Well it was more like 'dah', but close enough," He kissed your head with a smile. "She knows that you're her mom, yeah?"

"Yeah," You let out a deep breath that sat on your chest, "She does. Thank you," You looked up at your husband.

"Always," He smiled down at you. You were very lucky to be Ines' mom, just as lucky as you were to be Austin's wife.

#austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler one shot #elvis 2022 #austin butler drabble #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #dad!austin #celeste writes fics

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ionlydrinkhotwater · 5 months

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Wanted to draw something for SNOWMAS

And everyone around me is having babies and the babies are very cute so I wanted to Simon and Baz as babies with their dads

Baby Baz is babbling away at Malcolm and baby Simon thinks being held like a floppy football is a fun game that this weird adult that hangs around his mom sometimes plays with him 😅*

*taking a page out of MRB and making it so Davy is still Simon's bio dad but I imagine he and Lucy mutually agreed she'd have full custody

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #carry on rainbow rowell #simon snow trilogy #co/ws/awtwb #snow for christmas #my rosebud boy #babies #malcolm grimm #davy cadwallader #the mage #carry on countdown #its snowmas

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azsazz · 1 year

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No Tricks, Just Treats

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: In honor of Halloween can you do an imagine where Azriel and reader take the kids trick or treating? ❤️😭

Warnings: None, fluffy Halloween with the babes.

Word Count: 1,963

Notes: This is so flipping cute, thank you for the idea 💙

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“Is everyone almost ready?” Rhys calls as Azriel lets him, Feyre, and Nyx in through the front door. They’re the last of the family to arrive at your home, where you’d all agreed to meet before taking the horde of children of the Inner Circle trick-or-treating.

“Uncle Rhys, look! I’m you!” Wren yells, racing to him with Gideon on his heels. Nyx grins at his cousins, looking the two of them over. They’re all dressed as each other’s fathers: Wren wearing a replica of Rhys’ favorite suit, Gideon clad in blue siphons while Nyx wears leathers with red stones.

You want to laugh at Nyx’s overly colored eyebrows, made to look thick like his uncle Cassian’s. How they managed to find fake muscles for him to wear under his leathers you didn’t know, maybe they’d paid a pretty penny for the stuffed fabric, but you were intent on finding out.

“Would you look at that? You chose the handsomest uncle to be,” Rhys compliments, a feline smile on his lips as he admires his outfit. You’d had a replica of one of Rhys’ favorite suits made by a seamstress in town and had asked Feyre to force her mate into the matching one.

“You may be the handsomest, but I have the biggest wingspan,” Gideon claims proudly, flaring his wings. The blue stones adorning his clothes twinkle in the light like his eyes and Cassian chokes on his drink while Azriel’s cheeks burn bright. You and the other females glare at your respective partners.

“Alright now, easy boys,” Rhys says, hardly controlling the laughter threatening to burst from deep in his chest. Feyre smacks him on the arm and he tries his best not to roll his eyes. “Is everyone ready then?”

Your oldest daughter glides across the room, greeting her uncle at the door, twirling around and showing off her costume. “I’m ready Uncle Rhys!”

Zuzu is dressed in the billowiest silken threads of the Day Court, bright white and striking against the dark colors of the night. She dons a golden crown atop her head, looking much like the sun, looking exactly like an ancient Goddess of the Day Court.

Knox is bundled in a hooded robe which he keeps pulling down over his eyes. The toy scythe in his hand droops by his side when you crouch before him, tugging the velvety cloth back so he can see.

The three year old stares up at you with wide eyes, face stoic as you fuss over him. He calls the shadows from his twin who’s animatedly babbling to Wren now who is helping straighten her witch’s hat. The little broom in her hands swings wildly and she giggles, nearly hitting the boy in the face.

The tendrils swirl around Knox’s feet, immediately tugging the hood back down once you’ve fixed it. You raise your eyebrow, giving your youngest son a look that he can’t even see with the fabric falling across his eyes.

Baz comes racing into the room dressed as an undead being, bloodied and torn clothes. He’d made his aunt Feyre paint his face scarily, and it had been truly terrifying for all of your other children who weren’t dressed as something so gorey.

And he’d had a ball chasing the young ones around until they realized it was just their older brother. The scolding he’d gotten from Azriel was well worth it by the look that shone on Baz’s face, the cheeky little thing.

“Mom, can we go trick-or-treating in the Autumn Court? Please,” Wren begs, running over from where he was comparing costume details with his cousins. “Nyxie told me that they give out the best caramels!”

“And what does Uncle Rhys think of all this?” you question, scouring the room for the High Lord. He’s pulling a tiny black stuffed kitten from between the folds of realms for Malos, who stares at it, clearly unimpressed by her Uncle’s tricks.

There really was nothing that could impress that girl.

“I dunno,” Wren shrugs, looking down at his feet.

“I think it’s best we stay in Velaris tonight, Wren,” you try to soothe the stray strand of hair from his eyes but he ducks, wanting it to fall exactly like the stubborn piece of his uncle’s hair does. “For the little ones. Maybe when you’re older you can do that sweetheart.”

Or maybe when the Night Court and Autumn Court are on good terms.

He nods solemnly, “Yes mommy.”

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Wren picks lint from his jacket after every house, causing his cousins to burst into laughter each time. He’d thanked the female fae at the first house they’d stopped at with a “Darling” at the end, which Azriel quickly put a stop to.

The older children are two houses ahead and have no means of slowing down, even when you and Feyre call after them. You clutch your warmed spiced cider tighter in your hands, the air becoming cooler as night nears.

Azriel’s helping Zuzu with her coat that he’d been holding, the stubborn girl claiming that she wasn’t cold at all when they had first started. She complains that the maroon jacket is ruining her costume, but her father doesn’t give her any room to argue.

Jax reaches up for your cup. You’d been sharing your tasty drink with your fourth born, who was more interested in what you were sipping on than receiving candy from the houses. Cassian had even tried to help him, gently pulling the child away from you and leading him up towards the house, but Jax had burst into tears, screaming and wailing exactly like the banshee he was dressed as and the warrior had speedily surrendered him back to you.

The little boy preferred to be near you or his father, and didn't like strangers at all, even if they were giving out free candy.

You’d given him a sip of your drink and a sucker to help soothe him and he’d favored the sweet liquid over the candy pop, which Azriel had caught before it hit the ground once Jax had abandoned it, popping it into his own mouth with a wink at you before he stalked off towards the older children.

“Baz,” Wren calls from a few yards over, “Come on, this house has chocolate dipped cookies!”

His favorite treat, anyone who knew Baz would know that. He perks up, remembering to say thank you to the older fae female who’d just handed him a piece of candy before he’s abandoning his sisters, jumping down the steps and taking off across the spookily decorated lawn to catch up with his older brother.

“Basil,” you scold as he dodges the intricate tombstones that must’ve taken hours to paint.

“Sorry mom,” he calls over his shoulder but doesn’t sound very sorry and he doesn’t stop, dipping and ducking under a low hanging branch with a silhouette of a witch in front of a moon hanging from a branch.

You send the woman an apologetic look but she’s just shaking her head and laughing fondly, clearly used to the excited children around Velaris during the holiday.

Knox chases after his older brother, making it only a few feet before the fabric of his cloak works against him and he trips, face planting on the cobblestone streets.

You wince as he looks up from the ground, hood still falling across his eyes, and he shoves the covering back, falling completely off of his head as he peers up at you, gouging your reaction.

You don’t give him one, remaining neutral-faced as he makes his decision whether to cry or get back up.

He shoves his feet underneath him and it takes him a moment to maneuver the thick robes but he eventually does, staring at his scraped palms before he holds them out for you to see.

“Are you okay baby?” you hand your drink to Cassian as he passes, making his way towards Az and the older boys. The little ones walk much too slowly for him and he’s ready to take his son and cousins out for some innocent trickery without you or Az’s knowledge.

You see him already downing your drink from the corner of your eye as Knox and Malos’ shadows dart for the child in front of you, swirling around his tiny hands and up around his ears. He looks to where his twin is, hand-in-hand with Zuzu who’s shoving her glowing ring that changes colors with her moods onto her finger. She looks over, curious as to if he’s okay.

He sends the dark tendrils of midnight back to his twin, reinforcements as Rhys places a gentle hand on Zuzu’s shoulder, ushering the two girls off of the front porch with a dazzling smile that makes the old female blush. Nesta and Feyre tease him when he reaches the sidewalk, the oldest Archeron scooping the baby witch off of the ground to coo at.

Knox’s attention returns to yours and he doesn’t look like he’s going to cry but you know he needs some love. You take his hands in your own and plant soft kisses to his skin. When you pull away he’s reaching up to be in your arms and you comply, tucking him into your side while Jax helps by cleaning up Knox’s spilled candy and his toy weapon.

“Here mommy, Knox dropped these,” he says, holding the boy's possessions out to you. You thank him kindly, taking your son’s stuff. Jax’s brows furrow as he realizes that you no longer have his drink with Knox in one hand and his stuff in the other.

“Uncle Cass has it,” you answer the unspoken question on your son’s face. He peeks to where the warlord stands with the older children, cup hanging empty by his side. Jax deflates a bit and clings to your leg tightly, your heart panging in your chest at the sight.

“Maybe Uncle Rhys will get you another one, if you ask nicely,” you try your best to hug him where he’s glued to your limb but it’s awkward and you end up patting his back with the scythe.

He sighs softly but it’s better than having to go towards the rowdier uncle who is whispering mischievous things in his son and cousin’s ears. Jax slinks towards the calm and collected High Lord.

“What’s taking you all so long?” Azriel appears, and he’s chewing on the lollipop stick, his tongue green from the candy that melted away. He’s trying to usher you on without seeming pushy, but he wants his children to get to as many houses as they can so he can sneak some of their treats when they get home.

“Little man down,” you reply, bouncing Knox on your hip for emphasis. He shows his father his hands, revealing his tender palms.

“My poor boy,” Azriel says, taking the boy that’s suddenly reaching out for him. You pass him over with a pretend shocked face, watching as Azriel fusses over your youngest son, pressing soft kisses to his hands and cheeks, tugging up his hood once again while Knox rests his head in the crook of Azriel’s neck. “All tuckered out little man?”

He sways his body slightly, rocking Knox back and forth as he soothes him.

“I think we should be heading back soon,” you suggest, watching them with a soft look.

“A few more blocks, love, and then we can go home,” Azriel offers as you two bring up the rear to the group, the rest of your family walking ahead. “We’ll help the little ones to bed and then I’ll show you some tricks and get my treat.” The spymaster winks and you bite back the grin of excitement threatening to split your face in two.

You can hardly wait.

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #azriel/you #azriel #dad!azriel #daddyaz #azsazz #acotar #acowar #acomaf #acotar next gen

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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hi yall! it’s time for another signature Bex Announcement!

this is something i’ve been thinking about for quite a while now, and it’s something i’ve recently shared with a few close friends. i’ve had a lot of nerves around this because i’ve been questioning my pronouns and gender and what it all means for me. i’m still exploring my gender and trying to find who i am, and right now i don’t have a label for my gender, but i am continuing to learn and explore my truest self! but, with that being said, i do feel confident about changing my pronouns a little! if that’s okay with yall? i’ve had such a special connection with the names i’ve chosen to use here on tumblr with yall, and i’m ready to further explore those names with new pronouns!

my new pronouns are she/he (though my primary ones will continue to be she/her)

i prefer she/her with the names: bex, jasmine, bubbles, starry

i prefer he/him with the names: baz, oliver

if yall could please use these pronouns with these names, that would really mean a lot to me <3 if you’re not specifically using one of these names, you can continue to use my primary pronouns of she/her. but if you use my masculine names, or if I am using my masculine names on my personal posts, please refer to me with he/him pronouns.

thank you all endlessly for all the support and love. yall make me feel so safe to explore who i am and i’m really grateful and thankful to you all for being here with me on this journey. I love you all <3

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monbons · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @thewholelemon!

I feel your pain on just making progress. Perhaps it will make you feel better to know that I am also just throwing words into a document and seeing what sticks?

I keep promising to start posting The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, but the further I get the more I realize that I may need to finish at least a rough draft of every chapter before I can post the first chapter. Why?

I am still actively avoiding the slow burn. Evidence below:

If they never become SnowBaz, we don't have a story now do we?

2. The closer I get to writing the climax of this story, the more I realize it's going to be harder to land this plane than I thought. I'm still on track, but when your premise involves word games, curses, and a non-chron plot, you gotta make sure the math is mathin' - know what I mean?

3. This is really just an extension of the above, but I already had to go in and significantly revise two chapters by chopping up later chapters for parts. Both revisions were necessary and absolutely improved the flow of the story, but it does mean I can expect it to keep happening.

I just started Spring Break today (woohoo!), so here's hoping I can exorcise myself of this fic with a finished first draft before break is over. The pile of grading on my desk that I've ignored while cranking out words is not getting any smaller!

Here are some words for you. Thanks for sticking with me!

Hampshire, England February 22, 1708 The boy with the silky black hair is running—crashing—into the woods. His lungs burn and his legs ache, but he can barely hear the voices calling to him anymore. Can’t see the eyes always on him. Expecting. Judging. He can only sense the ancient trees looming ahead, hear the chirping of birds and the familiar babbling of the brook that he knows is nearby. A destination.

No pressure at all tags below the cut!

@emeryhall, @noblecorgi, @cutestkilla, @bookish-bogwitch, @valeffelees, @beastmonstertitan, @roomwithanopenfire, @raenestee, @youarenevertooold, @arthurkko, @iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#i took a four hour nap today #my grading judged me the whole time #it's still a planning period if its for a fic instead of lessons right?#the eternal life of baz pitch #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #wip wednesday #addie larue x snowbaz

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bazzybelle · 7 months

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Swear to God, if Blackbeard ends up killing or hurting a bunny in the next season of OFMD, I'm gonna be SO PISSED.

Actually, if any bunnies get killed or hurt, I'll be very upset.

#our flag means death #ofmd #listen... its more common than you think #and im just all 'not cool guys... not cool'#still havent forgiven Baz for the bunny he ate in Wayward Son #Justice for Sir-Hops-A-Lot #belle babbles #belles stupidity

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sp00ky-baz · 7 months

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Who needs therapy when I have the power to create a side blog for every hyperfixation I end up going through.

#hyperfixation #autism #neurodivergent #baz babble

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boyinjeans · 1 year

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creature of the night - boyinjeans

this is a song from baz’s perspective based on any way the wind blows. one of my uke strings snapped so it doesn’t sound as good as it does when i perform it (i perform it a lot! people seem to like it!)

words & chords:

g bm am c

g bm

you don’t wanna see me tonight

bm am

i guess that’s fine, i guess i’ll cry

am c

to sufjan stevens and get high

g bm

you told me you wanted to take it slow

bm am

so we took it, and there you go

am b7

i taught you to drive & you hit the road

g bm

you said you wished for the magic back

bm am

“we were a mistake,” what’s up with that?

am c

i thought you knew i have your back

g bm

and if you wanted to let go

bm am

i’d understand, but you have to know

am b7

i love you, and yes im sure

am d

but i can’t hold on if our love is your chore, but

c am

if you touch me like that

am f

i’ll be pretend i don’t care

f d

it’s been weeks since you texted back

c am

is this just a game to you?

you’ve never been such a tool

f d

on love’s light wings, i was your fool

g bm

you don’t wanna see me tonight

bm am

or ever again, but i know you’re lyin’

am c

i’m the moth, you’re the flame dyin’

g bm

i won’t stay and try to fight

bm am

you’ve just gone & proved me right

am b7

im a creature of the night

b7 g

…….& i guess this is goodbye

#baz pitch #snowbaz #simon snow #rainbow rowell #any way the wind blows #snowbaz song #basil babbles #my music #original song

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iamamythologicalcreature · 9 months

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Six Sentence Sunday! The sequel!

So... Yes. I am still working on this little (I hope it's little) "What if Baz succeeded in stealing Simon's voice in 5th year?" fanfic of mine. Because. Um. I like the potential for angst? So much angst. Also other feelings. But for the purposes of today's little snippet: ANGST.

Since I missed last week (and might miss next week if I can't manage to write something new between now and then), you get 12 lines instead of 6! Also because the snippet wouldn't have worked so well cut in half.

You already know the premise of my fic, so this shouldn't come as too much of a shock: Baz did a bad thing, and he remembers it too well.

He didn’t start our would-be confrontation with any of his usual questions or accusations. He started with my name. "Baz—" That single utterance morphed into the most terrible sound I’d ever heard. Would ever hear. Snow choked on it, because it wouldn’t stop. It twisted and writhed in the air after clawing its way out of him. It became an unrecognizable, fading wail. Only I knew. I never stopped hearing my name. My name on Snow’s lips took forever to die. And as awful as that slow death had been, the silence that followed was a thousand times worse.

(Yeah. Canon divergence begins here. I did say I'm here for maximum angst XD)

Side note: Looking for brainstorming/writing buddies so I don't overwhelm the ones I already have. Ahem. If this story idea intrigues you and you'd like to let me babble at you a lot (I am happy to accept return babble if you also have a WIP), let me know. It's the only way I get anything done, apparently.

Bonus picture of my pile of notecards, mostly to prove I'm doing something, under the cut, along with tags!

(I am posting this at 7-ish am, then going to bed, so if you've posted already all you lovelies in other time zones, consider this a friendly wave hello! Will read stuff tonight!)

@nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @alleycat0306 @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @prettygoododds @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @supercutedinosaurs @martsonmars @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @raenestee @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ic3-que3n @facewithoutheart @rimeswithpurple @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @ionlydrinkhotwater @whogaveyoupermission @theearlgreymage @philaet0s @scone-lover @youarenevertooold @whatevertheweather @brilla-brilla-estrellita

(Want tags? Don't want tags? LMK!)

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