Hi everyone and thank you for the tags @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire! I wanted to reblog and gush but tumblr won't let me WHY WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! But be assured I am so stoked to see more of what you're all working on!

Here are some sentences from an upcoming chapter of Those Glowing, Magickal Years.

“Are those dogs?” I ask. “No,” Ebb says. “Those are paindeer. What the bloody hell are they doing here?” “Paindeer?” I don’t like the sound of that. Not at all. “They’re dark creatures. They’re like muntjac deer, but they cause mischief.” I have no idea what a muntjac deer is, but I don’t tell Ebb that. “They break things, steal, and eat everything.” “Then why are they called paindeer?” “Because they’re a pain in the arse, Simon!” 

(Also thank you everyone who tagged me in the ask game, not taking part because I'm unsure my answers will be interesting *cough* I'm busy with a puppy)

Hello tags and some personal thoughts on TGMY below the cut.

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It's been a hell of a fortnight, which has shaken up all my self-doubts and insecurity regarding TGMY. Like, is this a dumb idea? In a fandom with so much fanon, will me building my own vision of the Watford era be unwelcome or seen as arrogant? For example, having no DeNiall and giving them my own invented surnames? Or will I bother someone with my own interpretations of how magic works, or how pre-CO canon events went down, or what creatures like paindeer might be like? But I also know I don't care when someone else does that (in fact I love other people's interpretations of this stuff) and this is just crappy brain self-talk. I'm writing this fic because I enjoy it. Give me power, give me strength, and please give me a decent night's sleep

I’ve never been the brave one, that’s always been Simon.  The one who sticks his chin out in the face of impossible circumstances.  The one who wore me down when all I wanted to do was run.  Content to hide away and build up walls around my already broken heart.  But he’s relentless, and I’ve never been able to stay away.  

There hasn’t been a day since I met him that I didn’t think this would all end in flames.  And for a moment it did.  For a moment all my worst fears came true.

But he’s here, and this doesn’t feel hopeless anymore.  This feels like something to keep.

Chapter 8 of The Mirrors that Hold Us

Or start from the beginning.

Signs of the Past

Art for Chapter 1: The Visions in Reflections, from Signs of the Past, a @carry-on-big-bang fic written by @seafoampuddings.

Huge thanks go to my incredible partner!! It has been such a joy getting to work with you on this project! The fic is amazing and I’m so happy that I got to make the art for it. ❤️❤️

Thanks also go to the COBB mods for all the work they did on the event!

So based on this post of mine. I come bearing gifts :3

The completed fic of 'Agatha puts makeup on Simon and Baz is Flustered (TM)'

its called Makeup! (I know, so original lol)

Summary:

It was a few seconds later that he realised Baz wasn’t backing down from a fight, he was staring. At him. Simon was never very confident in his looks around Baz, (I mean, look at the man!) but today, he felt rather superior. He knows how he looks, he’s seen himself in the mirror. Simon smirked smugly. Makeup. He’s wearing makeup. Baz cursed the fact he just fed.

Enjoy!

Champagne problems by theresnothis (me)

“Simon Snow dropped my hand in the middle of a dance in our annual Christmas ball to go to Agatha Wellbelove, leaving me crestfallen on the landing”

Can’t believe I wrote carry on fanfic and not aftg fanfic wow am I moving on? (No I’m still planning to reread aftg for the fourth time)

Anyways hope you guys will give this a chance!! It is pretty short just 1k words

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @cutestkilla and @ileadacharmedlife! I've got some ramblings for you today, and, yes, a bit of a WIP.

As some of you have already heard, I've been trying some new meds which left me incredibly sleep deprived over the last two weeks (not to worry-- I've stopped taking those for the time being). On top of that, I sprained my ankle just in time to go on a very active, high-energy trip. In a surprising turn of events, my sleep deprivation did wonders for my creativity, and I made a lot of progress on a new WIP. I didn't finish any existing ones, of course. That would be ridiculous.

I'm both very excited and incredibly nervous about this fic. It features an OC that is Deaf, and I am not a member of the Deaf community. I have been taking ASL classes on and off for 3 years, and while that has certainly served as an inspiration for this character, it by no means makes me an authority on anything Deaf.

While I believe we shouldn't all limit ourselves to writing only characters we "know" (which leads to many an all-white cisgender heteronormative ableist etc etc story), I also don't want to fuck it up. So I will be doing a lot of research and examining internalized biases and stereotypical tropes as I plan and write to make sure I'm treating this character and story fairly. I will definitely be looking for sensitivity readers throughout the process as well, so if anyone is interested in helping me out with that please hit me up (tumblr and discord DMs open).

I could use some encouragement, support, advice, or, if you feel that I am making a terrible mistake, a reality check.

Ok, now to the WIP. There's a little more to this than just being a Stormchaser fic... I don't think it's hard to guess, so you might pick it up just from this. I had a really hard time picking which snippet to use.

Penny POV

His smile falters. “I hoped you’d be excited for me. It’s an opportunity to help students learn and connect. I thought you were all about education.” “Oh, don’t give me that,” I sigh. “Of course I’m all for education, and yes, that does sound like a perfect opportunity for you. But… you’ll be leaving us here for an entire year. We’ve never been without you for that long.” “Well…” he gives a nervous laugh, a sure sign that his next words are going to make me want to strangle him. “I may have volunteered Delilah for their foreign exchange pilot program.” Yep, that’s it. “Crowley, Shepard! I told you you can’t go around sacrificing our child for experiments! Just because I've gotten you out of impossible situations doesn’t mean I’ll always be able to!” “I didn’t sacrifice her, jeez! It’s just an exchange program, and I’ll be there! Give me a little credit. Even Watford has an exchange program.” His eyebrows scrunch together. “And I thought we weren’t supposed to say ‘Crowley’ because it’s–” “Problematic, yes,” I cut him off. “But you are being problematic, Shepard. We can’t send our daughter to school in America. To a creature school. Anyone could be there!”

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Old Habits (Die Hard)

snowbaz, rated m, 6k

Baz is just trying to get home for the holidays, but nothing is going right. This is what he gets for traveling on Christmas Eve. What he didn't expect was this whole mess to involve Simon fucking Snow.

Read it on AO3.

this is my secret snowflakes exchange fic for the wonderful, wonderful @letraspal! annie, you are a better christmas gift to this fandom than i could ever produce, but i hope this hits the spot anyway <3

Happy Six Sentence Sunday

Some more lines from my Fic.

Again this passage is fairly harmless but once its up please mind the tags

Painful Corridors:

I try to think about the breathing exercises my therapist had taught me but all I remember is the last conversation I had with her about what I had imagined when I pictured my parents as a child.

I told her how I imagined that my dad would be a footballer and my mother would be a model and how they would tell me that they had to give me up because they 'were too young for a baby, and because his(my father's) career was on the line'. But that they always missed me and that they were looking for me.

"That's interesting" She said

"is it?" I asked cause it seemed like a pretty run of mill fantasy to me, footballer dad, model mum, its cliché if anything.

"The part where you imagine them explaining themselves to you. I think most people would imagine them giving themselves an out..like you were stolen or they got amnesia or something...something that would absolve them...but you imagine them just telling you that they were too young and busy with work..." she said. 

"I...I wanted them to be honest with me...I wanted them to tell me the truth..I wanted..answers even if it was hard" 

"I see..." she said

This passage is based on this line from CO

Also please see the first pg of my new Comic: The Mages Men on ao3

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Unfinished Business (44504 words) by thewriterxj Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Simon Snow & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Original Characters, Penelope Bunce, Agatha Wellbelove, Dev (Simon Snow), Niall (Simon Snow), Micah Cordero Summary:

Simon spies Baz walking by one random day, and he realizes there's unfinished business between the two of them. The old rivalries and wars of the magic world no longer play a part in Simon's world, sure. But his magic still threatens to erupt from within, every day. He'd been discarded by the Mage, left by his girlfriend, and even his best friend has moved on to bigger, better, and more magical things. Simon's life is a small, sad, frustrated thing, and it is all Baz's fault.

After all, it was Baz who had stolen his voice in 5th year.

And Simon has always thought of getting it back. Whatever it takes.

Mil Horas | Enzo Vogrincic

*for the request of enzo :)

English and Spanish

It has been a challenging experience for you to witness the effects of your boyfriend's acting career on his mental and physical health. Your boyfriend, Enzo, recently secured a role in the movie "Society of the Snow," to be honest, this was a big deal for him. This was his first acting gig in a movie, and it was directed by a renowned film director, J.A. Bayona.

The movie's plot is set around a group of people surviving in the Andes mountains, and it follows a gripping storyline that keeps Enzo on his toes. He had to narrate some scenes and play a significant role in the film, which was exciting and nerve-wracking.

However, as the filming progressed, Enzo began to feel mentally and physically drained. He had to work long hours, often late at night, and the pressure to perform well was overwhelming. He struggled to balance his regular life with his filming schedule, and this took a toll on his mental and physical health.

You have been a supportive partner, trying your best to help Enzo cope with the demands of his acting career. You hope he can overcome these challenges and emerge victorious, as this is a significant milestone in his career.

Enzo, the lead actor in the upcoming film, had to drastically change his lifestyle to meet the demands of his character. He was required to follow a strict diet plan, but his dedication to his role led him to take extreme measures. He skipped meals and pushed himself beyond his limits as if he were truly surviving in the wild. As his loved one, you were understandably concerned about his health and well-being. You even spoke to the film's director, Bayona, about Enzo's condition.

One day, Enzo called you on WhatsApp, looking pale and exhausted. He had just finished filming a scene in Barcelona and was feeling weak. You answered his call and asked how he was doing, but before he could respond, you interrupted him and urged him to take care of himself, "Enzo, por favor, necesito que me escuches. Te lo he dicho millones de veces y nunca me das bola. Por favor, cuídate, me tenés preocupada. Necesito que sigas la dieta, si no vas a tener una reacción fea." You reminded him repeatedly to follow his diet plan and emphasized that he did not have to take the role so seriously. You assured him that his health was more important than anything else, and advised him to take some time to relax and meditate.

He sat there at the open-air café, his complexion drained and expression distant, sipping on a cup of coffee. With a reassuring tone, he said, "My love, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Take a look, just enjoying a peaceful moment with a cup of coffee here, and I wanted to see you. Honestly, Barcelona is treating me well, but I miss you so much, and I really need you here." Unsure how to respond, tears welled up, and you confessed, "Enzo, I miss you too!"

Enzo, noticing your tears, adopted a more comforting tone. "I don't want you to cry. I'm fine. Barcelona is challenging, but I know we'll be together again soon. I miss your hugs, your laughter, everything."

As you spoke, the conversation became tinged with nostalgia. Enzo shared details of his days in Barcelona, enthusiastically describing places and situations. "I swear, I even miss your scoldings here. No one cares for me like you do, and that's what I'm missing."

Amidst sips of coffee, you discussed plans for the future, dreaming of the moment when you would be face-to-face again. "We'll be together again soon. Don’t worry."

The background music caught your attention as he showed you through his camera the charming street in Barcelona where he was seated. To your surprise, it was your favorite song, "Mil Horas" by Los Abuelos De La Nada. A smile spread across your face as you recognized the familiar tune.

Funnily enough, Enzo, caught up in the moment, started singing the song, “Tengo un cohete en el pantalón/Vos estás tan fría/Como la nieve a mi alrededor/Vos estás tan blanca/Que yo no sé qué hacer/La otra noche te esperé bajo la lluvia, dos horas, mil horas, como un perro/Y cuando llegaste, me miraste y me dijiste: ‘loco, estás mojado, ya no te quiero’”His voice, carried by the ambiance of the street, added a touch of spontaneity to the virtual encounter. Without a second thought, you joined in, singing along with him. The distance between you seemed to fade away as the shared love for the song created a delightful connection across the miles.

“But if no one’s here, then we don’t have to—”

Baz draws back, his eyes wide. “You don’t want to?”

I don’t even know what he’s offering.

“Don’t be stupid. Of course I want to,” I say, like Baz is the mad one here. For once, he doesn’t seem to mind my tone.

Tribute to chapter 4 of Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias aka one of the finest pieces of fanfiction I’ve ever read.

Baz started Watford determined to hide his vampirism at almost any cost. But what if the Mage had confronted him about his secret? What if, instead of threatening to expose him, the Mage offered to help him? And what would be the consequences of accepting his enemy’s help?

Those Glowing, Magickal Years looks at the ripple effects this canon divergence would have on Watford, the wars, and Baz’s relationship with Simon Snow.

You can find Those Glowing, Magickal Years on AO3

(M-rated, 13k, 2 of 40 chapters posted)

Spicy Sunday!!

Yep I'm here with more spicy content for your Sunday. It feels particularly apt, considering some of the themes of this fic. Borderline fucking blasphemous, eh?

I'm mostly posting because I need motivation. I did a little trello board to plan out my next couple months because I have such a surplus of travel, projects, and other obligations and I needed something to help me keep deadlines straight. Technically, I DO have time to write, but my ADD brain doesn't always know how to prioritize and I sort of end up in indecision limbo.

I'm playing with some ideas for the next chapter of Someone Wicked so maybe this wont stay, or maybe it'll shift into a different thing, I dunno. But this is something I wrote this morning. It's not explicit but it is spicy, so no cut be be forewarned.

I needed him then, the way I’ve never let myself need anything. In a way I’ve got no idea how to process or reign in.  Halfway between sleeping and waking, I didn’t even try. Instead, I held on tighter, clutching at his bare stomach, rubbing my thumb up and down the downy trail of hair, my nail catching in the dip of his naval. I fit my teeth against his neck and tasted him between whispered pleas for more. I pressed until he was pressing back, his long, lithe body arching for mine. He let me kiss him, tangle my fingers in his hair and roll our sleep-warm bodies together until space between our skin was only a vague and distant concept. Not chasing any sort of release or end. Just more.  And more.  And more.

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Strictly Professional

A collaboration for the @carry-on-big-bang 2023.

Author: @palimpsessed

Artist: @knitbelove

Rating: Explicit

Tags:

There Was Only One Bed, Strangers to Lovers, Meet Cute, Bed Sharing, Smut, Normal AU, Simon is a Salisbury Because I Said So

Summary:

Basilton Pitch and Simon Salisbury are brand new co-workers attending a professional conference together. They are also sharing a room, for reasons. And a bed, also for reasons. But it's a professional conference, and they're both professionals.

Obviously they can ignore the instant attraction that sparks between them.

Obviously nothing untoward is going to occur.

Obviously.

Word Count: 38,593 (3 chapters, complete)

Art:

https://www.tumblr.com/carryon-agatha/722698343604748288/strictly-professional-salisbury-blinks-feeling-my

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

I actually did write something this week! By procrastinating on my upcoming exams. I worked a little on an old project of mine that I'm not sure I'll post or not, but I'll prolly make up my mind when I finish it.

This is Watford era, 7th year, a little ooc, but I'm trying to make it better.

Anyways, here's a little something from Baz's pov:

Baz sighed. “Something happened last night.” He explained vaguely.  Niall gasped, followed closely by Dev. “You didn’t!”  “He did!” Dev grinned. “Good on you, Basil! Finally getting laid!”  “No! That didn’t happen!” If Baz had any more blood, it would be rushing to his face. “We just talked!”  “Sure,” Dev winked at him.  “We all know what talking means.” Niall waggled his brows.  “Crowley,” Baz sank in his seat, “You lot are the worst.”  “You love us, really.” Dev nudged him. 

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a little something for @orange-peony fic Hiding

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Go read this cute fic here!