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i'm not very sorry for being the person that i was approximately 6 hours ago going through your simon snow trilogy art from the past year or so because i want to inject your art into my veins, but i do want to apologize in case the notifications bothered you. please enjoy your day
Oh man, not a bother at all! It brought me much delight. Thank you!! 🥹
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I AM READY FOR SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY FOR ONCE!!
I may have taken some mental health days this week and spent all of my free time writing.
Worked a lot on May Their Blood Boil -- I have officially finished the first arc of this beast of a fic!! It's sitting just shy of 80k (and now I have to edit it and I do not want to in the slightest.)
And a bunch of silly little one-shots. So I actually have WORDS for everyone today.
6 Sentence Excerpt from Chapter XXII of May Their Blood Boil
It didn’t work last time.
When I took the [redacted] down to the heart of Eldia - nothing happened.
It should have bound him to the palace. Tied him to the land. Let the soil feed off of [redacted] until it was sated.
But it didn’t work.
6 Paragraph Excerpt from Untitled Reincarnation One-Shot
Things weren’t perfect. Levi still found himself suspended on occasion, mostly for fighting or being disrespectful to his teachers. But he got away with more than he should have as everyone in the school quickly learned that Levi would do anything for Erwin.
Most of his fights were over Erwin.
Smacking someone’s lunch tray out of their hand for calling Erwin a teacher’s pet. Kicking someone in the back of their knees for insinuating that Erwin was a nerd. Pushing someone against the chain link fence behind the school for stealing Erwin’s notebook.
It didn’t take long for Levi to gain a reputation as Erwin’s guard dog.
Erwin, meanwhile, was more discrete in his defense of Levi. Pinning a boy against the stall of the restroom and threatening him with a cold voice for spreading rumors about Levi. Quietly telling a teacher that someone who had tried to steal Levi’s jacket in gym that they were cheating on a test. Tripping someone and sending them flying down the stairs for insulting Levi while being sure to leave no witnesses.
By the end of Levi’s first year at Trost Middle School, the duo had a reputation for being an inseparable pair that shouldn’t be trifled with.
6 Sentence Excerpt from Untitled PWP One-Shot that I fully blame @ic3-que3n for
Grabbing at the lapels of Erwin’s canvas jacket, Levi’s words are slurred as he tries to find feeling in his mouth. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some kid.”
Erwin spins them suddenly, pinning Levi against the edge of his desk with a tone that’s meant to be playful. “Then don’t act like one, boy.”
The tremble of pleasure that causes catches Levi entirely off guard. Never having thought about, considered even, the prospect of Erwin talking to him in such a way.
However Many Words I Fucking Feel Like Excerpt from Untitled Client & Secretary One-Shot
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Three concise buzzes that tell me that it’s from the dark little app that I indulge in late at night.
Normally, I wouldn’t check it during the work day.
He’s too much of a distraction.
But I need a distraction right now. And I did tell him to tell me about his job interview - which was … today.
No.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I see the 1 Unread Message from Levi across the top of my screen.
It couldn’t be.
Pressing my thumb on the sensor to unlock my phone, I tap on the message notification.
Levi [3:42PM] : You said you wanted to hear how my interview went. I got the job on the spot.
It’s just a coincidence.
I type out my reply as I walk back to my desk. Not wanting to ignore the man that has captivated my every thought outside of work.
The Commander [3:43PM] : That’s wonderful news!
This could be terrible news.
Grabbing the folder that Hange left for me, I throw it open. Scanning the top of the page for the name of my new secretary.
Levi Ackerman.
Fuck.
Hello's to all my online friends who I am terrible at staying in contact with below the cut.
And apologies for still being on my AOT bullshit. I swear I have outlines for CO fics. Swear. Promise. I'm just chasing the dopamine and serotonin lately.
@ic3-que3n @shrekgogurt @artsyunderstudy @krisrix @stardustasincocaine @upuntil6am @buffy @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-snake @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @ebbpettier @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @skeedelvee @stitchyqueer @theimpossibledemon @wellbelesbian @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @thewholelemon @yellobb
#six sentence sunday#six paragraph sunday#however many words I want sunday#The universe won't let me rest#So I told the universe to fuck off and hid from my responsibilities#And then I wrote a lot#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#aot fic#snk fic#eruri#levi ackerman#erwin smith#levi x erwin#erwin x levi#somebody go read May Their Blood Boil please
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Sketch Sunday
Thanks for the tags today and Wednesday: @artsyunderstudy; @hushed-chorus; @cutestkilla (hoppy easter! lol); @martsonmars; @ic3-que3n; @you-remind-me-of-the-babe; @theearlgreymage; and @whogaveyoupermission
I'm so lucky. The Easter bunny (my partner) gave me a manga.
After staring at the art, I decided to try to draw it....but make it snowbaz!
This is my second attempt:
Below the cut is a sneak peak of what's coming next and my tags.
So my first attempt to do a manga style failed miserably because I tried to do all of the shading in crosshatch. ( And in ink...so no repairing that mess😭)
This artist, Marimo Ragawa, uses a combination of linework and blocks of shading. I think I can do the same by mixing ink and paint.
So! What's coming next? I'll take this outline and lay down a wash of paint. Afterwards, I'll go over the outlines and add hatching in ink. (Because my fountain pen is loaded with a blue dyed-based ink, which will smear if wet.)
Bonus! I have so many tubes of beautiful shades of blue! Which shade would you pick? (I've made my decision, but reply with your choice.)
Happy Sunday! I hope the Easter bunny has brought you love and chocolate:
@aroace-genderfluid-sheep; @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cynopoe @dragoneggos; @ebbpettier @excalisbury @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @forabeatofadrum; @foolofabookwyrm-activated @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ic3-que3n @ionlydrinkhotwater @ileadacharmedlife @jbrrring @johnwgrey @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @mostlymaudlin @moodandmist @nick-eyre @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @penpanoply @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @stillmadaboutpetra @takenabackbytuesdays; @takitalks @tea-brigade @technetiumai @theearlgreymage @thehoneyedhufflepuff; @urban-sith @whatevertheweather @whogaveyoupermission @confused-bi-queer @thewholelemon @yellobb
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Hellooo! Today I'm sharing possibly the last sfw snippet from my upcoming @erotic-grope-fest fic (which is a collab with @stardustasincocaine, who is a genius and a fucking delight). Thank you to @tea-brigade @j-nipper-95 @martsonmars and @aristocratic-otter for the tags- I love seeing what you're cooking up :)
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Simon
I make my way back to the door and grab the grocery bags, heading into the kitchen to put the stuff away. By the time I’m finished and return to the living room, Baz has worked his way through all the envelopes and most of the packages. There’s some stuff we ordered for the flat that got delayed over Christmas– a new spatula, some hooks for the back of the door, and Baz’s fancy face wash. I snatch up a box of chocolates sitting on top of the pile and plop down in the big squashy chair across from Baz.
“‘Oo are ees rom?” I ask around a dark chocolate caramel.
“Daphne’s sister,” Baz replies without looking up.
He’s in the midst of opening the final package, a flat one in a cardboard envelope. I’m about to grab another chocolate when the look on his face stops me. The tops of Baz’s cheekbones have gone faintly pink, and his eyebrows are pinched together in the middle.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing,” Baz replies too quickly, clutching the open package to his chest.
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What's in the package, Baz?? HMMMMM???
Tags to say hi, hello, you are lovely: @foolofabookwyrm-activated @krisrix @mostlymaudlin @palimpsessed @captain-aralias @skeedelvee @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @letraspal and @facewithoutheart
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WIP Wednesday
I'm back. I promise I am alive! Thank you so much everyone for the tags, I'm back with more COTTA goodness. And even better news, the fic actually has a name now. Thanks @artsyunderstudy again for helping brainstorm (I'm useless at coming up with titles!!), I can now announce the fic is called 'The Trails We Blaze'!
If you know the film, you'll recognise the song title!
Anyway, words! You'd think having 57k words worth from which to find an extract, it would be easy to choose something. Yeah, nope. Not the case! But here's a little something (Agatha POV)
This new gang, the Now Next (seriously? That’s the best name they could come up with? How pretentious!) are sending runners out to lure Simon and Baz into a trap, and they’re not being discreet about it. They want to be found, they feel like they’ve got the upper hand here.
Almost every single one of them is armed. One has a revolver and is twirling it around his finger. I refuse to flinch whenever it points in my direction.
“This is taking too long,” another grumbles. He’s handsome, this man. Tall, strong, sharp jawline. If he weren’t American … I probably still wouldn’t give him a second glance.
“Patience, Josh,” the leader says, one hand resting in his trouser pocket, the other holding a pocket watch attached to his waistcoat by a delicate silver chain.
Basil would have that lifted from his pocket in ten seconds flat, of that I have no doubt.
“Braden, it’s been hours,” Josh replies frustratedly. He all but huffs and stamps his foot. “If they were coming for her they’d be here by now.”
“And that,” Braden says, snapping the watch closed and tucking it back in his pocket, “is why you weren’t in charge of setting this trap.” He crosses the space to loom over Josh. He isn’t much taller, if anything they’re practically the same height, but the aura Braden gives off is enough to have the other man cowering. “Trust me. They’ll come. And then we’ll finish this.”
Someone clears his throat at the door to the warehouse and we all turn and stare. At least I stare, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
Basilton Pitch, sauntering forward like he owns the bloody place, sneer already in place.
“Gentlemen,” he says in greeting. “I believe you wanted to see me.”
Tagging: @artsyunderstudy @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aristocratic-otter @bazzybelle @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cattocavo @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @dragoneggos @erzbethluna @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @prettylightsbigcity @palimpsessed @phoxphyre @raenestee @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @theearlgreymage @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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Is it me, posting in the middle of the day? WTF?
Somehow I finished everything early this week, so with tremendous thank yous (and many interested looks at your work!) to @hushed-chorus, @larkral, @cutestkilla, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @shemakesmeforget, @sosoapi, and @j-nipper-95, here's what I've been doing this week. (Under the cut)
From: Raising Dragons
I jump to my feet and scoop up the cryer. It’s Ebb, I think. At least, the bronze curls on the baby's head look a shade lighter than those of their sibling, Nat. I pull the baby into my chest instinctively, letting my heartbeat soothe them. Agatha said they got used to listening to my heart beat in the nest, and now that they’re out of their shells, they miss that comfort.
Ebb’s cries soften, but they’re still leaking pathetic tears out of the corner of their eyes, which are nearly closed with tiredness.
From To Heal a Broken Mind:
Baz drops my hand when he reaches the bed, and turns to face me. I smile into his pale, intense face and lean forward, touching my lips softly to his. His hands fly up to cup my face and he deepens the kiss. I let him. When he pulls away for a breath, I wrap my hands around his hip bones and kiss him, over and over.
And then the lights start up around the edges of my vision.
From Westward Son:
We’ve been able to camp in the sprawling grasslands each night and tie out the beasts to graze the night through. Dante’s ribs are hardly visible anymore, and some shine has come back to Agatha’s coat.
This should be the beginning of the end of our journey. Fort Boise is the last stop on the trail before Oregon. But I can’t stop thinking with dread of the mountains between here and the Willamette Valley. We haven’t gotten there yet.
From my mystery project (sorry for so much redaction, so much is spoilery):
“I just didn’t realise how poetic you are,” he continues smoothly. His face is still and expressionless, but his blue eyes are dancing with merriment. I snort.
“You’ve got low standards for poetry, [redacted],” I reply good-naturedly. We’ve come a long way in just a few weeks, he and I. Just weeks ago, I was trying to [redacted], and now we’re bantering, colleagues and near friends on [redacted].
From Saving Simon Snow:
I wonder if there are silk sheets under that duvet. That thought leads to imagining Baz, splayed out on red silk. Nude.
I feel heat rising into my cheeks (and something else rising in my pants). Then I hear Baz’s horrified whisper beside me.
“Shit,” he hisses.
From my COBB:
“It wasn’t a fuck up!” I shout.
He pauses, still facing away from me. “Hmmm. Seems unlikely.” Then he keeps walking.
I feel my fists clench at my side. I want to punch him or shove him, knock him down, straddle him and pound his head on the floor. I want…
Since there's so much Sunday left, I'm going to go wild on the tagging: Hi all, and I'd love to see what you're working on if you've got something to share!
@angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bloodiedpixie, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @captain-aralias, @confused-bi-queer, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @excalisbury, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @frjsti, @giishu, @gekkoinapeartree, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @johnwgrey, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @prettygoododds, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @technetiumai, @tea-brigade, @theearlgreymage, @takitalks, @upuntil6am, @urban-sith, @unfiltered-alice-liddle, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby
#six sentence sunday#co/ws/awtwb#Raising dragons#Dragon babies#Saving Simon Snow#Forced Marriage#canon divergent au#Westward Son#oregon trail au#mystery fic#COBB 2023#To Heal a Broken Mind#House Au
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Sorry if this is a silly question, but will the zine be a physical booklet or just digital?
The zine will be digital-only. PDFs will be delivered to the email address provided when donating (starting April 1st.)
Thank you for asking, 🖤
☀ Get the zine ☀
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krisrix replied to your photo “Happy New Year! Feat. my oc, Violet. Thank you for this year, despite...”
Happy New Year, my child!!! <3 I hope 2019 is kind to you and filled with good things.
Thank you so much daddy!!!!! I wish you both the same, good health as well!
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Carry On Reverse Bang
Hi! I have always been intrigued by the idea of a reverse bang, and after realizing that my ideas would only become reality if I made them, I have decided to create this event myself. Before I get too far into that process, though, I am looking to see if anyone would actually be interested in participating, so please let me know your thoughts on this event!
I know that the big bang is currently going on, and I do not want to take away from that, so I am also open to hearing when you think that a good time for this event to take place might be and if it would be okay if it overlapped some with that event.
If people are interested in this event, I might be looking for help planning and running this event, so let me know if you would be interested in that as well.
~~~
Some info on this event:
What is it?
A reverse bang is similar to a big bang, but instead of art being created based on fics, fics will be created based on art!
Who can participate?
Everyone! I am hoping that anyone who is interested in this event will sign up to take part.
What rating can the art be?
Any rating may be created. I simply ask that no minors create or write for M-/E-rated art.
How many pieces can an artist create?
Artists will be allowed to submit up to three different pieces of art for writers to claim.
What forms of art may be submitted?
Any! Whether it’s traditional, digital, embroidery, etc., all forms of art will be accepted as long as it is your own original art.
If anyone has any other questions, please let me know via ask/reply/dm! <3
In the hopes of getting people to see this, I'm going to tag people in the fandom:
@mostlymaudlin @stardustasincocaine @captain-aralias @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @krisrix @carryonmylovelies @dragoneggo @im-gettingby @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shemakesmeforget @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @aristocratic-otter @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @vkelleyart @letraspal @moodandmist @angelsfalling16 @martsonmars @bookish-bogwitch
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Hi! Thank you for the tags @martsonmars @johnwgrey @takitalks @artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @aroace-genderfluid-sheep it’s always so lovely to read your works and I’m sorry if I haven’t replied to last tags, I will.
Currently, I have WIPfest, CORB, and COBB to be working on, but guess what my brain thought it would be fun to do?? Start two new wips and give me the urges to continue an idea that I need to have fully written to begin to talk about it (my secret fic, really).
So… this is what this is about. This new wip. I don’t know how it happened but I was thinking of Simon, Baz and Agatha and their fake “love triangle”, as one does, and I thought “huh, what would be likd if their story went on with their parents and they all went to Watford together?” And this happened…
It’s long and if you don’t like MalMage, please don’t read. It’s the only thing I wanted to share since putting this ship and SnowBaz in the same place feels weird and surely it’s even weirder to read.
This is almost pure dialogue since I really love writing it and usually when I make characters discuss, I can’t bring myself to write where they are or what they do when the fight is so intense.
MALCOLM
“I thought this was what you wanted!” I yell at David.
“No, that’s not what I wanted.”
“You’ve been throwing me to her since fifth year! Why are you suddenly so upset that I’m finally with her?”
“I thought it would be more like a fling or a hook up. I wasn’t expecting you to take her side about politics, especially when you always ignore me when I talk about them, claiming to not be our business. And—And you, more than anyone here, should be on my side; we’ve lived together for years, Malcolm. But you really don’t believe me, do you? About the Chosen One.”
I sigh. “I’ve told you that’s pure nonsense. Davy, we’re not in need of a Chosen One. There’s no danger!”
“There is when someone as elitist as the Pitches are trying to deny mages with small amount of magic to get into Watford! This is serious, this is about magic, Malcolm; it’s all about magic. The Pitches are leaving weak mages and other creatures out of Watford. Do you really want that to keep happening? For other mages to be deprived of their right to study something they were born with?”
“It isn’t my problem.”
“But it is! You told me once that you almost didn’t assist Watford because your parents are farmers and because the Pitches didn’t think you had enough magic in you and that you’d never be a good mage. And now you want to marry someone who almost refused what belongs to you for the mere motive of being a mage.”
“She’s not like that.”
“She’s a bloody Pitch!”
“Yeah? So, what? What are you going to do, then? Try to stop me?”
“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll show you what really loving someone feels like so you true love than can overcome everything. You’re so scared of even thinking of doing what you really want.”
“And what do you think what I want the most is?”
“Me!”
“No. I don’t love you. I don’t even fucking care about you. You got it all wrong, David.”
“You don’t mean that. You—You kissed me. You said all those things—You let me make lo—“
“Don’t even think of finishing that phrase.”
“Malcolm—Listen. I understand, you’re just scared about—“
“I’m not scared. I love Natasha Pitch. And I’m marrying her after Watford, so, please, piss off. Take your Chosen One bullshit somewhere else.”
I really just did that and my life is different because of it. Honestly, once you get on the MalMage train, there’s no way out.
Now tagging and apologizing for this wip since I don’t know who enjoys this cursed ship: @cutestkilla @wellbelesbian @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @fatalfangirl @frjsti @bazzybelle @sillyunicorn @tea-brigade @palimpsessed @aristocratic-otter @kherub @basiltonbutliketheherb @captain-aralias @krisrix @moodandmist @bookish-bogwitch @mostlymaudlin @prettylightsbigcity @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by the lovely @ninemagicks & @xivz
Trying to find a non-spoilery part of this fic was a bit difficult, but Simon obsessing over Baz isn’t really a spoiler, right? It’s more of a constant.
Simon
Penny huffs and rubs at her temples, the way she always does when her patience is wearing thin. "Have you ever considered that not everything is about Baz?"
"Obviously I know everything isn't about Baz," I reply, staring at his dashing figure on the pitch. "Although... he really likes to insert himself into every aspect of my life."
Penny scoffs quite rudely and slams shut her book with a loud finality. "Okay, nope. I love you dearly, but I've reached my limit. I'm going to be in the library—feel free to join me when you're done inserting yourself into Baz's life."
Narrator voice: But Simon did not stop inserting himself into Baz’s life.
Check out my AO3 on Sunday for the rest of this fic!
Tagging: @scone-lover @captain-aralias @wetheformidables @caitybuglove23 @nick-eyre @twokisses @otherworldsivelivedin @krisrix @banjjakbanjjak @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @thehoneyedhufflepuff
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What comic is your header from?
It's a short story called Non-Repro Blue that my husband and I made for an anthology. Unfortunately, the anthology didn't reach its fundraising goal, so it was never printed, 😭
We'll be releasing it on our own instead, though! Our rights for the comic are back in our possession, so we'll hopefully get on that soon. Thanks for the reminder! 🖤
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5 Lines from 2020....
Thanks so much for the tags @amywaterwings @ninemagicks @banjjakbanjjak @bazzybelle :D
This is my first year of like writing period- let alone writing fanfiction haha. So this was definitely interesting!
Here are 5 lines I liked from 2020:
1. “Baz once said: “I’d wake up every morning and think, ‘This will end in flames.’”
I feel like I could catch on fire. I love him so much it burns.
It burns, and I’m on fire.
I can’t let him too close. He’s flammable.
I’ll only hurt him more if he stays.”
(From Portaloo fic)
2. “He chuckles before moving his lips to my own and it feels like he’s taken this entire conversation and made it bold.
Before it was all parentheses and italics. Nervous, anxious, and tense. Now it’s sharper, more focused. Something you can’t ignore.”
(from The Ethics of Wanting You)
3. “I look at the clock as we fall back on the bed. We only get five hours, time ending at midnight each week.
11:59.
It’s too close. The clock must be lying, be broken, be confused by what we are trying to do here.
(Doesn’t it know I have a lifetime’s worth of kisses to give?)”
(From Heaven is a Place on Earth)
4. ““Could I come back over tonight?” Simon asks, whispers, when they separate.
Baz, a smile still on his face, nods, and leans in for another kiss.
Simon thinks, for a moment, that this is their Renaissance. Their rebirth.”
(From A Rebirth)
5. ““Baz,” He says, almost too quietly. Maybe I should just kiss him. At least then I would know what it felt like. “I don’t think I can guess. As you’ve said- I’m pretty oblivious. Sometimes I need things spelled out for me.”
“Simon,” I reply quietly. “You are completely and utterly oblivious, but even you should have seen the signs.”
Figure it out.
“Well then,” He says, jutting his chin out a bit. I want to kiss it until it softens. You don’t have to go into battle to fight me, Snow, I’m here for the taking. “I hope I’ve read them right.””
(From If Not for You)
This was so fun to think of!! Tagging artists and writers alike. Artists share your 5 favorite pieces, writers share your five favorite lines. (Are you both? Share both!!)
@foolofabookwyrm @annabellelux @krisrix @twokisses @thehoneyedhufflepuff @pipsqueakparker @nick-eyre @vkelleyart @hufflepunky @otherworldsivelivedin @scone-lover @palimpsessed @snowverylost @subparselkie @saltfics @snowybank @xivz @carryonmylovelies @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @wetheformidables
Happy New Year Loves!!
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Thanks to @vkelleyart @amphipodgirl @sourcherrymagiks @xivz @bazzybelle @pipsqueakparker @ninemagicks @angelsfalling16 @annabellelux @thehoneyedhufflepuff for all the tags! It made my day to open Tumblr and see all your notifications!
this is from an upcoming fic that is very much in process.
Simon
I crinkle the paper. It’s damp at the edges where my hands are sweating. What am I going to do about this? I unfold it again and skim the message one more time, trying to take in the details.
“Please reply to this email within ten days.”
“Choose from the highlighted dates below.”
“Please include traveler information on the attached form. Each traveler requires their own individual form.”
Ten days. I don’t know why I even bother to make a note of it. It’s not like I’m going to miraculously find someone to go on this trip with me in the next week.
But I can’t make myself give up on it so easily. Not yet.
I’m not ready yet.
Maybe there’s fine print somewhere on the website that makes allowances for unexpected break-ups. I mean, it’s been months since I submitted my entry. Relationships can start and end in that amount of time, right?
tagging @bazypitchandsimonsnow @fight-surrender @krisrix @carryonmylovelies @pitchpatronus @the-lincyclopedia @adamarks and anyone else who has something to post.
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It's still Sunday, I swear! What? You don't believe me? Fine!
Lol, I've greatly enjoyed reading through your fic excerpts today, you're tremendously expanding my future reading list, @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @cutestkilla, @hushed-chorus ,@fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @johnwgrey, @larkral, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @shrekgogurt, @palimpsessed, @ileadacharmedlife and @technetiumai
Since I haven't posted in two weeks, I'll give you a bit of every fic I'm working on. It's six sentences-ish about each one (sometimes a little more was necessary for context). And hey, I'm down to five WIPs! Just in time to start EGF 🤦♀️.
Under the cut for length:
From: Saving Simon Snow
“You–You baked these for me?” I hate the way my voice sounds uncertain, young. Fragile.
His face softens though and he says. “Of course I did. It would hardly be a care package for Simon Snow if there were no sour cherry scones in it.”
“I…thank you,” I whisper. He nods and smiles, and then tells me he’ll be back later, with Penny.
After he’s gone, I unwrap the scones. And break down sobbing when I realise that he’s left me a bowl of butter and a spreading knife to go with them.
From: The White Chapel (A Xanadu AU)
I watch Simon and Baz. They’ve found a cleared space over by the grand escalator, and they’re dancing. Simon’s arms are around Baz’s neck, and there’s not an inch of space between their bodies. As ELO plays on the store’s speaker system, they sway in place, Simon’s head resting on Baz’s chest, Baz’s head resting on Simons. Baz’s eyes are closed and there’s a dreamy smile on his lips. Simon’s are open. And strangely, he looks sad.
From: Westward Son
Simon alternates between calm acceptance and extreme irritation about his new appendages, so it’s a guessing game each day as to whether he’ll be tolerable to be around. We’ve not found much feed for the animals, because the river is far below us at the bottom of a canyon and the vegetation is growing down there, not up here. We’re surrounded by sand and sagebrush. And no trees for shade against the ninety degree heat. I spend each day in a puddle of my own sweat, and Simon’s irritation grows exponentially with the temperature, given he also has thick wings resting against his back, heating him up further.
From: House AU, gift fic for @yellobb-old. (In the market for an actual title if anyone's got ideas!)
Simon runs his arm over his eyes and then sighs, louder and longer this time. “Alright, Baz, I get it. I’m a liar and an idiot. But are we going to talk about why you decided to sleep in the bed next to mine?”
I look at him for a long moment. His blue eyes are staring into mine as if he can read his answers in them. He’s earnest and good and beautiful—and I need to get out of here before I declare my undying love for him.
“No,” I reply, and walk out.
And from: Raising Dragons
“There’s blood!”
If I had blood in my cheeks, it would have drained down to my toes. Well, this is it; this is what I’ve feared for the last eleven years.
When Simon was ‘with egg’ as he calls it now (he hates hearing the word pregnant applied to him. Even if he is pregnant again right now.), we had a lot of questions for the doctor. And Dr. Wellbelove patiently answered them all. But I had one question I never dared to ask, too afraid of the answer. And I’ve lived with that fear ever since.
And now it seems that fear has come true.
Since Sunday's over, tag backsies to everyone above for Wednesday, as well as @asocialpessimist, @bazzybelle, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @jbrrring, @krisrix, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thewholelemon, @tea-brigade, @whogaveyoupermission, @whatevertheweather, @yeonjunenby
#six sentence sunday#cotta 2023#house au#dragon babies#oregon trail au#canon divergence#co/ws/awtwb#mpreg
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