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For Day 18 of Carry on Countdown 23, Hunger. @carryon-countdown
In which Simon is an actual half-dragon and he's found himself in a bit of a situation with a certain human mage. He supposes there's probably perks (pancakes) to this arrangement.
This part is rated T, mostly just for the language.
Days 9 & 15 can be found [here] and [here]
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Simon quirked his lips at Baz’s threatening spatula and shrugged. He was already in this, he might as well be committed to it. Simon pushed the contract over so Baz could inspect it, his own signature prominently displayed at the bottom. “I’m the ‘maybe you’re a dwarf’ dragon you caught last night.”
Baz stepped cautiously towards the signed contract, picking it up carefully and squinting down at the curly scrawl that made up Simon’s signature. “Simon Snow?” Baz asks, incredulous, “You signed this? Really? And that’s really your name?”
“Well,” Simon answered with a shrug, “Yes. And yes.”
“Not a terribly creative name for a dragon.” Baz still sounded doubtful, but at least he wasn’t pointing his spatula at Simon like it was a weapon.
“You’re one to talk,” Simon shot back, brows furrowing as he leaned back against the seat he’d taken. “What sort of name is Baz for a mage, anyway?”
“It’s an abbreviation.”
“For?”
Baz sighed and returned his attention to his pancakes– thick, fluffy pancakes– which had somehow not been miraculously burned. Simon felt his stomach rumble again as he was reminded of that sweet smell of syrup and fresh made breakfast. “It’s short for Basilton.”
Oh, Simon would really rather be talking about the pancakes, but he couldn’t help but give to the urge to prod a little further. “And what sort of name’s Basilton, anyway?”
“An overly complicated one, and technically my middle,” Baz answered while he plated the first batch of pancakes, making Simon’s stomach rumble even more obviously. “Which is why I like going by Baz and Basil more often, but my mother had a philosophy about mages needing overly complicated names and I loved her and her odd little quirks too much, so I suppose that’s why I’ve kept it.”
“Oh,” Simon stopped himself short of asking if he was getting any pancakes, “Seems a good reason to keep it. That was a bit more explanation than I was expecting, though.”
“You asked.” Basil was pouring more of the batter onto the pan, perfectly portioned out mini pancakes and Simon completely unsubtly licked his lips as he watched. “Well, what about Simon Snow?”
“Nothing special,” Simon answered with another shrug, “Just what people have always called me, as long as I can remember. Seems to have stuck.”
“Seems so, if you’re signing magickal contracts with it,” Baz hummed back, eyes careful on his pancakes, waving his hand over the cooling stack to the side of him, “Are you going to wait for these to get cold or are you going to eat?”
“Oh! I wasn’t sure if I was allowed,” Simon admitted, half-standing from the table but still wavering.
“You said you signed the contract.”
“I did.”
“Well, did you read it?” Baz questioned with a sideways glance back towards Simon.
“Obviously! It was a magickal contract, I didn’t just sign it without checking… I’m not that stupid.” Simon stood the rest of the way and but paused, not quite taking the first plate, hesitating a moment, “Umn?”
Somehow, Baz understood him. “If you recall, the contract said I’d keep you fed and housed. Also, Butter’s top shelf in the fridge door, real maple syrup in the cupboard above, pull it down to the table for me, will you?”
Simon took his plate and found everything as Baz had described, sitting down with his pancakes and breaking into them all too quickly, soothing the beast in his belly. “Bloody hell– so good.”
“You’re welcome,” Basil called back, sitting himself across from Simon with his own stack of pancakes, if slightly shorter. “So. You’re a dragon? Really?”
“Really really,” Simon answered again, more confident this time. “Or well,” He waved his hand between bites, “I’m half. Mum was normal as far as I know, never met my da though. Do know he was a dragon though, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
Simon sat forward, shifting up to the edge of his seat, scrunching up his nose and bending forward enough that his face was nearly in his plate. A concentrated look fixed itself on his face and great, long wings popped into existence on his back and another short moment later, a tail sprouted from the base of his spine, a dark gold leather to match the wings on his back.
“Bloody hell,” Basil grimaced, “Doesn’t that hurt?”
“Like a bitch,” Simon said a little too proudly, “You get used to it though.”
“And the other shape…?” Baz asked, gesturing to the basement door Simon had emerged from.
“Oh, that,” Simon shook his head, clearing the last of his pancakes. Was he hungrier than normal? Well, it had been a while since he’d last had a real meal, he supposed. “Not at all by comparison. Maybe a little discomfort but it’s different. Don’t worry about it, it doesn’t bother me any. I’d say sometimes I’m more comfortable like that even.”
Baz furrowed his brows as he took in all of this information. “This is going to be an odd contract, I think.”
“Well,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not your average dragon, but I think we can make it work anyway. If you end up needing me in my dragon shape, we’ll do that, if not, we won’t. Simple as that.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever had a dragon-half familiar before. I wonder if there’s any books or records on it… I wonder what resources I can find on dragon-halfs in the first place…”
Baz seemed to have forgotten a pancake and a half in his contemplation, and Simon couldn’t quite stop himself from eyeing it, wetting his lips again. His fingers tapped on the table as he wondered just how to ask if Baz was going to finish that without being impolite.
Luckily, he didn’t have to.
“Oh, you’re probably still hungry, no?” Basil asked when he noticed they way Simon was practically frothing at the mouth.
Simon nodded, fingers already reaching across the table as Basil passed over his remaining pancakes.
“I should have warned you. Familiars have a hunger. It’s the magick you’re storing now,” Basil explained as he glanced off and out the window above the kitchen sink.
“You haven’t done anything though? And I’ve always been hungry…” Simon admitted between giant bites of the remaining the pancakes.
“Yes, well, more,” Baz continued, still looking out that window, “The process started as soon as you signed, and it will enhance your metabolism further. So I suppose since you’re at least half a human, I’ll have to consider more than doubling what I buy when I shop normally… the costs of having a familiar, I suppose.”
“You were the one looking for one,” Simon countered.
Baz’s eyes turn sharply back towards the dragon half, nostrils flaring for a moment. “You’re worth it. I can tell.”
“Already?”
“Already,” Baz confirmed with a curt nod, “I’m quite certain of it.”
#Carry On Countdown#COC 2023#baz pitch#simon snow#snowbaz#carry on fanfiction#my writing#there's more of this to be posted#probably#i'm not sure when though
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through
#art#i had to block multiple people because of this post and i easily could have blocked more#do you guys have any idea how exhausting it is to hear 400 people make the exact same unfunny joke each thinking they're being original#or worry that another person might get harassed over a post i made because of the way people are talking about them#or be harassed/insulted YOURSELF because some people don't know how to fucking behave#you guys don't get reblogs back. you should be grateful i'm leaving the post up at all.
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"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw
#i originally posted this as just a 'hey remember how fuckin bad middle/highschool was? shit was wild' type post but now#there are a bunch of teens in the notes being like 'oh my god are you serious? it gets better? im not stuck in hell forever??'#and im reminded that the only people who told teenage ella 'it gets better' were speakers at mental health assemblies#aka the least relatable people alive who were seemingly born to lie to you#so. uh. yeah im a certified adult who isnt here to lie or sugarcoat the realities of being a teenager#the only thing more certain than the pain is the transcience
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Thinking about... Grieving the undead.
#i speak#this sounds like a vampire or zombie post but it isn't#grief#technically 'grieving the not dead' would be more accurate but i like the sound of undead better
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today on the train home the guy next to me was on his phone and at one point i saw him go on tumblr and he just had like. a normie dash. like it was all photography. of nature and architecture. he was using tumblr the way a heterosexual landscaper for rich people might use instagram. i actually had to watch his screen for a few seconds to be sure it really was tumblr because i was so taken aback by the content he was viewing. this is why algorithmless websites are so beautiful btw because i genuinely didn't know that this side of tumblr even existed. he didn't even so much as scroll past any text posts.
EDIT: look i'm not going to turn off reblogs but i cannot stress enough that THIS WASN'T A HIPSTER BLOG DASH IT WASN'T AN AESTHETIC BLOG DASH IT WAS THE MOST WILDLY GENERIC COLLECTION OF IMAGES YOU HAVE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING OR BEING A QUIRKY FANDOM TUMBLRINA WHEN I SAY "NORMIE" I GENUINELY MEAN "SO NORMAL THAT IT CIRCLES AROUND TO WEIRD". CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? HELLO?
#steph's post tag#also no more ''um actually there is an algorithm and this is proof'' THERE ISN'T AN ALGORITHM IF YOU DON'T LOOK AT THE FUCKING FOR YOU TAB#LIKE THE DASH IS A CHRONOLOGICAL FEED OF BLOGS YOU ALREADY FOLLOW. I DISCOVER BLOGS ORGANICALLY THROUGH THE ONES I ALREADY FOLLOW.#IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCING AN ALGORITHM ON TUMBLR THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM.
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yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow
#helenaposting#icarus#icarusposting#guys there is more to this post PLEASE check the notes i cannot handle one more chicken wing comment#<- person who did the chicken wing thing on purpose and now is regretting it
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"average cat owner spends 3 years in prison" factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette's mother, who kicked her body like the football and went to jail for One Thousand Years is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#miette#spiders georg#tumblrstuff#meme#1k#One Thousand Notes#oh! oh!#I swear I can math in real life#10k#tumblr is insane#is this post making the miette tag trend#20k#I know there are more than 333 cat owners#It was a small sample size#40k#50k#75k#100k
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
#not art#but important#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that#if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking#use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark#it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled#please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art#if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage#improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making#years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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reblog to give the prev a hot chocolate with (optional) whipped cream and marshmallows
[Doesn't apply to Harry Potter fans, no hot chocolate for you. JKR is an irredeemable bigot]
#ink.post#reblog to#I'm not the first one to make this post but it's a good post so yeah#i made this post because the one who made the more popular version is on my dni#1k#5k#10k#20k#30k
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★— ⋆｡˚ [Crossroads]
For Day 24 of Carry on Countdown 23, Cross. @carryon-countdown
In which Simon is an actual half-dragon and he's found himself in a bit of a situation with a certain human mage. What's a familiar even supposed to do anyway?
This part is rated T, mostly just for the language.
Prior Parts: 9, 15, & 18
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They were at a crossroads. Apparently, there was a lot of magick nestled in crosswords. Baz had explained it some along the way here, but Simon hadn’t really absorbed it all so much. That was fine, this was just introductory. Basil had said Simon didn’t need to remember anything and everything he said about magick anyway.
So here they were, standing at a crossroads, a fairly quiet one it seemed. “It’s not the most powerful we could’ve gone to, but we won’t be disturbed here.” Apparently a more travelled crossroad could store more potential, reach more depths, or something of the like. Simon was trying to pay attention, really he was.
Simon still wasn’t sure what it was they were going to do by being here. Baz was already drawing out chalk circles on the ground in some kind of cryptic obsessive-compulsive pattern. It sort of looked like something that would show up on a late-night BBC documentary about “the corrupted youth.”
He looked over to Basil again.
Yeah, he could have definitely be the face of the corrupted youth. No, maybe not in the traditional way or the way you’d expect. He wore his blazer and shirt and tie all neat and nicely, but his long black as pitch hair slicked back in a short pony and an ears full of golden piercings, his nails painted black… yeah, he could be the corrupted youth. If you looked close enough.
Simon inched closer to those meticulously drawn circles, careful not to disturb them as he squinted down at them. “We’re not summoning some kind of demon are we?”
Basil took a moment to look properly aghast at Simon, pausing his meticulous drawings. “Of bloody course not. That would be insane. It’s barely your first day as a familiar.”
“Oh,” Simon hesitated, “Does that mean we might eventually?”
Basil snorted a sort of half-a-laugh, “Not if we can avoid it. I’d prefer not to lose my soul being reckless like that.”
“Well that’s a bloody relief–”
“We’re banishing one,” Baz interrupted as he puts the finishing touches on his circles, glyphs really, and stands. He claps the dust from his palms and stands himself up outside of the design, circling it and checking his work over.
“I’m sorry, what?” Simon blinked over at Basil, the colour draining from his face, “What happened to it being my first day as a familiar?”
Baz waved his hand dismissively, nose pointed up, “This is easy work. I could do this on my own, in it’s entirety, and I have before. You’ll make it easier though. Just stand…” Baz stepped over to Simon and guides him to a particular point on the design, the eastern side, if Simon wasn’t getting himself mixed up. “Here. Don’t move, don’t break the lines, just hands on the ground on either side of the point and…” the explanation sort of broke up for a moment, “Actually, how do you access your magick, usually?”
Simon settled himself as Baz had described. He didn’t really know too much magick, let alone how to do it well, or even consistently, for that matter. “Accidentally?” He finally admitted.
Baz didn’t answer right away, correcting Simon’s hands only slightly before stepping around to the opposite point of the circle. “How do you go about your little… shape change? Is that not magick?”
“Kind of?” Simon didn’t really know how he did that either, “I think it’s mostly instinct.”
“Alright, well,” Baz shrugged, “Reach for that instinct then. Find whatever little thing that makes you shift and just, I suppose, touch it. Try and touch it without switching shapes.”
Simon’s gaze stayed fixed to that corner for a long while, long enough that the silence between them got a little awkward, that the air between them got a little stale, that Baz started to get a little impatient.
“Think you can manage?”
“Oh, right,” Simon scrunched up his nose and concentrated, thinking about that feeling that came right before the switch, “Yeah, I think I’ve got it.”
“Grand,” Basil planted his own hands the same way Simon’s were, just opposite of him, “Just hold on to that feeling. I’m starting now.”
Before Simon could confirm he’d heard or understood, Baz was speaking. Well, Simon thought it was speaking, but it was definitely in a tongue he’d never heard before and it didn’t feel human. It felt heavy and thick and dark and Baz’s eyes had gone black in the sclera, but Simon didn’t have time to think about that either. He had to keep his mind on that feeling, that little… okay, maybe not so little, orb of energy that caused his shifts. It was warm in his mind and if he thought about it hard enough he could roll it around in his palms, like a small sun, but it wasn’t so scorching like this.
When the demon came through in middle of the glyphs Baz had arranged, it was a whole dramatic affair, or it certainly seemed that way to Simon. It was… a bit beyond direct perception, a swirling mass of dark energy and wispy smoke. The area immediately surrounding them had definitely grown hotter and the cement under Simon’s palms was notably more uncomfortable to the touch, but he didn’t move his palms away.
He did his best to remain as Baz had put him, despite the sweat pooling in the small of his back. It had gotten harder to maintain that connection with his miniature personal ball of sunshine now that the demon had found itself here.
And then the demon spoke.
Simon fumbled the ball in his mind’s eye and his shape slipped from one to the other like water rushing down from the apex of a waterfall. His wings fluttered behind him at the swiftness of the change, tail stretching out on instinct as his body adjusted, but his claws, even as small as they were comparatively to his human shape had managed to stay solid in that same spot.
Thank Merlin and Morgana and every other mage to come before. He ignored the pure power contained in that voice and focused to pull this orb back into focus. There was no sludge running over his ears, only this sun in his palms, only the magick of it flowing through him.
It was speaking the same tongue that Basil was using, but Basil remained unphased, only focusing harder on his incantation, his brows knit together with effort and sweat starting to bead down the back of his perfect neck. Simon couldn’t help but be taken with his unflappable aura for a moment, impressed by his sheer will to remain unwavering when faced with such a thing as the demon caught between them.
Simon redoubled his efforts to hold that little ball of energy, pulsing brighter the longer Baz chanted. He prayed he hadn’t fucked anything up too hard for Baz when he’d shifted. He also didn’t want to lose his soul to some reckless act within a day of finally finding a steady source of food.
At least in this shape, there was no sweat to gather down his spine and his palms didn’t ache so much. Simon’s wings fanned gently to keep him cool and he allowed himself to concentrate on Basil’s calm repetitions over the oil-slick wet feeling that came with the demon’s words.
Almost as suddenly as the demon appeared, the ground under it fell away.
There was a large whooshing noise.
And then the demon was gone too.
The road reconstructed itself in between the two of them and then everything fell quiet.
Simon stayed poised until Baz moved. Basil stood slowly, dusting his hands off again, and fetched the bucket of water he’d left aside. He poured it over the now sizzling sigils, burned of their power (Simon had no idea how or why he knew that), and that’s when Simon allowed himself to move. He trotted over to Baz’s side and headbutted his calf.
It was as close as he could manage to a ‘good job’ without words.
“Oh,” Baz looked down at him, “You shifted.”
Simon let out a small trill of confirmation and then Baz’s nose started bleeding.
“Oh,” Baz said again, catching the blood in his open palm, and Simon could see he was moving too slowly, that his balance was starting to go, “It seems I over-exerted myself.”
#Carry On Countdown#COC 2023#baz pitch#simon snow#snowbaz#carry on fanfiction#my writing#there's more of this to be posted#hopefully the last part on the last day#oops tone shift#baz'll be fiiiiine#i love him#he'll be fine i swear
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make a cohost account, make a blue skies account, make a pillow fort account, make a artfol account, share your discord, make a back-up account, make another account, make another account, make another account-
#shitpost#pot dog#pot dot#doodles#sites just remain normal challenge impossible#i can barely manage having a tumblr and a twitter account to both post to#the prospect of making more accounts more places just because shit may go down in flames or threaten to do so is exhausting#i will remain here until the ship is at the very bottom of the ocean cause i'm so tired of extending myself for social media efficiency
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Underrated panel
#he should be beating Laius’s ass more often tbh. We all know he wants to#chilchuck tims#laios touden#dungeon meshi#rereading the manga for the 347th time because the anime has resparked my brainworms#my post
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gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas
#i am intrigued………..#is it to spritz more butter on your popcorn????#does the popcorn come unbuttered?#or is it extra flavouring on top of that#is it at all cinemas? or just some??#is it just pure melted liquid butter???#anyway#i just watched oppenheimer but honestly all i can think of is that tiktok comment: ‘why einstein gotta be such a cutie patootie’#yes i’m drained but also….#albert einstein in his babygirl era#long post#gritty#barbie#barbenheimer#philadelphia flyers
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the amount of ways we have to qualify the geoncide in gaza in order to get people to care is actually sickening to me. “it’s a feminist issue!” “it’s a disabilities issue!” “it’s an environmental issue!” like i’m sorry but even if this was happening solely to able bodied men and was causing no harm to the environment, it would still be wrong because it’s a genocide and these people are being bombed and killed and starved every fucking day. you shouldn’t need an extra label to give you a reason to care about people that are dying.
#i just keep seeing more and more posts like that and it’s just. yes it is those things you’re right#but i hate that that’s how we have to get people to care#you shouldn’t have to use sjw buzzwords to get people to care#you should care because there are people dying by the thousands at israel’s hand#free palestine#greatest hits
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I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid
#an autobiography#skravler#*editing tags to add: ftr i dont like the addition to this post and it was not meant to have the 'use your words like an Adult' tone#it's abt refusing to play out bad/bigoted/uncomfortable/pointless social scripts; not abt fighting passive aggression w more of it#and calling yourself a real adult for it
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no offense but you guys need to learn the difference between someone implying their experience is universal and a post simply just not being about you
#i’ve seen people respond to my personal posts venting about my own experiences and say that it’s ‘not universal’ or ‘needs more nuance’#like??? no it doesn’t ?? it’s a vent#i don’t need to pass it through peer review#text post#10k#top posts#15k#20k#25k#30k#40k#50k#60k#80k
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