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The Vampire Knight and The Chivalrous Dragon

Rating: M

Words: 3,493

Chapters: 1 of maybe 3

Sneaking in just before the deadline for @carryon-reverse-bang 2023, I’m so so thrilled to present my artwork and the accompanying first chapter of The Vampire Knight and the Chivalrous Dragon written by the talented @scribble-tier.

My idea was based around the English legend of St George and the dragon- an excuse to live out my dreams of putting Baz into shiny armour to match his glossy hair. Jude ran with it and is giving us a slow burn fic filled with class division, familial obligation and sword fights!

The artwork is only half of the original image I’d intended to create, so the final full piece will be released later on, accompanying whichever chapter feels most appropriate. I can’t wait for you to see the full thing and I’m so excited to read the rest of this story. Thank you @scribble-tier for picking my prompt, it’s been great working with you (: Hope you all enjoy!

Summary:

Basilton Grimm-Pitch is set to be a knight of legend and renown, with a powerful bloodline and training like very few knights before him. But when he's tasked to slay the beast setting fire to the kingdom, he grapples with how to decline without tarnishing his image or going up in flames himself.

And then Simon Snow is one of the missing.

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Big thanks to the lovely supportive folks in the CORB discord, sorry if I’ve missed tagging you, I am terrible at this stuff and have no idea what I’m doing 98% of the time 😅

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @knitbelove-draws @rimeswithpurple @larkral @melodysmash @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @katatsumuli @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @iamamythologicalcreature @squidamalink

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The Turkey Story

So it’s 2001, and my family drives from fucking California and like three blizzards to get to Ohio for thanksgiving, becuase my grandparents are moving into a nursing home and it’s their last holiday in that house.  So its a bit bittersweet but ultimately a good thing.

Since it’s their last holiday there, the family pulls out all the stops when it comes to dinner, all the Russian desserts come out, as does the Lethal Bacon Mashed Potatoes and the horrible candied yams with the mini marshmallows dish because not all expressions of love are good, even if they are sincere.  In the spirit of going all-out, Uncle Bobby smokes a Turkey.  

Uncle Bobby started cooking as a boy scout by tossing foil-wrapped potatoes into a campfire and has been addicted since, and now has a hand-made smokehouse in the backyard where he makes various cured meats and other delights.  He seasons the turkey in the traditional manner, but he and grandpa have a shared passion for a spicier mesquite-style bird, so Bobby makes a Cornish Game Hen seasoned that way, for them.

Then Bobby has a Brilliant Idea.  He realizes that he can stuff the turkey (once it has been smoked) with regular stuffing, and there is still plenty of room for him to put the game hen inside THAT, and stuff the game hen becuase why not?  He confers with Mom, and she explains how to cut open the turkey so there’s  dramatic reveal as the stuffing and game hen come out.  It’s Genius.

Except, of course, that my Aunt Sue is attending, Uncle Cliff slouching after her.

So the day of the dinner, tensions are running a bit high, between the marathon cooking, the kids all being trapped indoors due to aforementioned blizzards, and Uncle Cliff deciding that the best way to amuse himself is by hiding from the adults in the basement, getting drunk and rambling about how various ethic groups were destroying America.  Being that I had close Muslim friends that were leaving the country becuase of 9/11, I was near tears from this nonsense and ready to fight a man roughly five times my size.  

Sue, for some reason, keeps coming down and defending him, or telling us we’re rotten children for ‘attacking’ him, becuase she Must Stand By Her Man, even if her man is a hefty bag of dog feces with an ugly mustache.

My sister eventually bolts upstairs to tattle and my grandfather limps down to the basement and brandishes his Hip-Bone Cane, hands rock-steady in spite of the Parkinson’s slowly taking over him.

“Firstly Cliff, It may not be my roof much longer but while you are under it you will be civil, or I’ll beat your skull in.  Also, dinner’s ready, everyone go wash up.”

We go upstairs and sit down, and do the traditional “Name one thing you’re thankful for” as the bread gets passed around the table, and things calm down a bit.  Bobby brings out the Turkey and everyone goes OOH becuase it’s really pretty, them Mom carves it open so that the stuffing spills out dramatically along with the game hen and there’s an appreciative gasp all around becuase it looks cool.

Only Sue KEEPS gasping, in utter horror, before getting up and clasping her hands to her face ala Edvard Munch and shrieks-

“OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT!”

We all stare at Sue.  We all look back at the fully-dressed-cooked-and-stuffed birds that in no way had any internal organs in them or ever gave live birth. Then we all looked back at Sue, trying to figure out where to begin but since she’d been trying to justify Cliff’s behavior she was pretty much free-associating conspiracies and scandals now, and just kept going.

“IT WAS PREGNANT MY GOD WE’VE COMMITTED AN ABORTION WE’RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS, I’M SO SORRY JESUS-” She goes into full pearl-clutching gibbering horror at this point and falls back into her chair like it’s a Victorian fainting couch only it’s a shitty chair from the Eisenhower administration so it collapses and she slams into the floor, sobbing and kicking her feet like a toddler.

Everyone watched for a moment before my Mom sighs heavily and starts carving and serving the turkey while my grandmother mouths “she’s not coming back”.   

Cliff, reactions delayed by about six beers, finally notices his wife is on the floor and tries to pick her up, falls on his ass himself.  They are assisted by Dad, who is saintly patient man and less immune to this jacknapery at that point. I am stuffing dinner rolls into my face to keep from laughing at this grand spectacle and it’s not working.

“I CAN’T EAT IT, I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THIS BARBARISM-”  Sue begins but Dad puts on his best Kindly Father voice (he was heavily involved with the catholic church and even considered becoming a priest before getting drafted but that’s another story) and assures Sue that she need not eat, or even be in the room if she wants.  She nods, placated by being the center of attention again, and Dad goes in for the kill.

“I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.  Can I make you some Eggs?”

“That would be lovely.” Said Sue, joke flying over her head like a boeing 747.  I recall watching my grandmother nearly choke to death on the green beans over that, and everyone pointedly trying to avoid talking about anything poultry-related while Sue sat there and ate the most ironic scrambled eggs in the history of mankind.

Shortly thereafter, Cliff threw up in the sink and they went home, and the party got underway properly, with Grandpa raising a toast to Mom and Uncle Bobby “For marrying well, for a change” “Pregnant Turkey” has been an Ohioan thanksgiving staple since then.  I’ll see if I can hit Uncle Bobby up for instructions but if you decide to make it 1. you HAVE to shriek “OH MY GOD IT WAS PREGNANT” when you carve it open, or it’s not authentic and won’t taste as good 2. Share the pictures with me.

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“I tighten my arm around him. I get my wing around him, too. I like having four arms to hold him.”

— From chapter 20, Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell.

DAY 1 | Creature | @carryon-countdown

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you will probably not look like a skinny white anime girl when you transition you will likely look like someone's mom and you need to realize how swag this is

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not sure if this will make sense to anyone besides me but: the antidote to negativity is not positivity, its warmth

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Knight!Baz

Wow, it’s actually Wednesday and I have remembered to post!! *takes a moment to pat self on head*

Thank you @youarenevertooold @rimeswithpurple @best--dress and @iamamythologicalcreature for the tags 💙💙 I love seeing/reading your work. Sorry it’s taken me a little while to respond.

This portrait of Baz (still pouty even when surprised) is part of my piece for this year’s @carryon-reverse-bang with the fantastic @scribble-tier writing a fic to accompany the full image.

I’ve still got a lot to do on this piece- including adding a whole other figure and a background -while also prepping for running my stall at a 4 day Christmas market at the end of this month and pausing work for a family get together this weekend for my dad’s 80th birthday… so it’s looking likely that Baz will be accompanying the first chapter of @scribble-tier’s fic on his own for now, but I’m making it my mission to finish the full piece to coincide with the rest of the fic being posted later.

I hope you like how it’s looking so far. I’m looking forward to adding all the shading to Baz’s armour to make it (almost) as shiny as his hair XD

Hellooos and hugs to my fellow CORBers @alexalexinii @katatsumuli @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @theimpossibledemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @larkral

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Inktober Day 31 ⁘ Fire

Happy Halloween! Here's Simon and Baz as Calcifer and Howl~

These books give us so many ways to fill a prompt like "fire". I really wanted to finish Inktober off with a bang by doing a comic page, but dwindling energy and a big work deadline made that impossible. So here's a silly Halloween thing instead, 😊

Thank you all for supporting me throughout this wild month! Can't believe this is my 5th year of Inktober! It's a draining process, yet fulfilling, too. Even though I often don't have the energy to respond to comments, please know they're so very appreciated, 🥹🖤🖤🖤

Brandy Dazzle shimmering ink by Diamine

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Halloween memories 🎃👻

Mordelia choose this time, but if Malcom asks she was a princess.

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The thing about fanfiction after writing original fiction for so long is that it feels like taking weighted clothes off. If I wanted a cool plot twist or a reveal or a mystery I had to set up all the expectations myself. I had to set up the red herrings, the clues, the boundaries of what was reasonable.

In fanfiction I drop a name from canon I never referenced before and it will carry the weight that a hundred pages of set up would carry in original fiction.

Do you have any fucking idea how intoxicating that is.

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have you guys ever had a dream that wasn't exactly a sex dream but it was like a hayes code era movie gay sex scene

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🍂Carry On Countdown 2023 • Prompt List ❄️

Hello, friends! We are excited to announce that it is once again time for the annual 2023 Carry On Countdown. The Carry On Countdown is a fandom hosted, month-long ‘countdown’ event to the Chapter 61 Snowbaz anniversary for The Simon Snow Trilogy by Rainbow Rowell. The event begins on November 25th and features daily prompts to help inspire all kinds of delightful, fan-created content as we draw closer to Simon and Baz’s anniversary date on December 24th.

We encourage fanfiction, fanart, cosplay, memes, songs, playlists, crafts, etc. The prompts are completely up to your own interpretation and can be used in your content however you like, but if you have any questions, please send us an ask. 

Speaking of, this year’s admins are thrilled to present the prompt list for the 2023 Carry On Countdown: 

Day 1, NOV 25: Creature

Day 2, NOV 26: Confession

Day 3, NOV 27: AU/Alternate Universe

Day 4, NOV 28: Stars

Day 5, NOV 29: Fight

Day 6, NOV 30: WLW

Day 7, DEC 1: Midnight

Day 8, DEC 2: Sick

Day 9, DEC 3: Pride

Day 10, DEC 4: Wrath

Day 11, DEC 5: Side Ships/Alternative Ships

Day 12, DEC 6: Wings

Day 13, DEC 7: Shudder

Day 14, DEC 8: Blade

Day 15, DEC 9: Familiar

Day 16, DEC 10: Smoke

Day 17, DEC 11: Fluff

Day 18, DEC 12: Hunger

Day 19, DEC 13: Sci-Fi

Day 20, DEC 14: Flowers

Day 21, DEC 15: Begin Again

Day 22, DEC 16: Music

Day 23, DEC 17: Bite

Day 24, DEC 18: Cross

Day 25, DEC 19: Carnival/Faire

Day 26, DEC 20: Angst

Day 27, DEC 21: Gift

Day 28, DEC 22: Gently

Day 29, DEC 23: Cherry

Day 30, DEC 24: Crack

You are welcome to participate in as many or as few of the days of the event as you wish. Completing every daily prompt for the COC is not mandatory, although anyone who does will earn a special spot on our “Page of Honour” once the event has concluded. 

The COC is a fan-created and fan-run event, and once again we have another dedicated team of admins who are busy organizing all of the fun: Cora @otherpeoplesheartachept-2, Lola @dragoneggos, Froggy @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, and Raegan @carryonmylovelies. Please stay tuned for our Meet the Admin’s post in a few weeks!

If you can believe it, this is the 8th consecutive year that the fandom has hosted this countdown, and its admins are thrilled to continue this cherished tradition with you all. We wish everyone who is planning on participating in the countdown the best of luck. And don’t forget! Our askbox is always open for any questions you may have concerning this event.

Reblogs are very much appreciated (please reblog!), and the hashtags we encourage using with posts relating to the countdown are #Carry On Countdown and #COC 2023. 

With love,

The admins of the 2023 Carry On Countdown <3

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Inktober Day 27 ⁘ Beast

He hadn’t meant to tell me that. It was when we were fighting the chimera in the woods during our fifth year. It had us cornered, and Baz wasn’t powerful enough to fight it alone.

–Carry On, @rainbowrowell

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Simon can't handle gentleness – he specifically expresses he doesn’t like gentle touches – but I think he still wants some form of it.

When Baz calls Simon love, that's a manifestation of Baz's gentle heart. We don't ever get Simon's reaction, but I think it's something he loves to hear because 1. he takes cues from that, he wouldn't start using pet names with Baz if he didn't like it when Baz used them with him and 2. his objection to being called "Snow" it's entirely about wanting to be closer to Baz, in the sense that people using surnames instead of first names to address each other carries a formality that can mean they don't know each other intimately (there's certain distance with "Snow" and Simon noting he only calls him Simon when "they're being soft," but I think eventually "Snow" becomes kind of a pet name to Baz, something only he calls him and has grown fond of). In that sense, being called "love" and "darling" is the complete opposite of that distance. Note that when Simon is trying to essentially consume Baz in bed (having woken up overwhelmingly aroused by Baz's smell and proximity) Baz calling Simon "my love, my darling" is a detonator. Simon was heading for a breakdown anyway – he's too overwhelmed by his feelings for Baz – but those words seem to give that final push.

A loved one being considerate of your wants and needs is a form of gentleness. It makes Simon happy to be loved by Baz... Baz's love is gentle. It makes Simon feel like Baz would be the death of him, but he wants it anyway. He opens up to it. Simon even grows to like it. He notes that he would have expected to be irritated or to find it annoying, but that he likes it when Baz – who's determined to love him gently – takes care of him, to the point it makes him wish he always had someone to take care of him like that. These are the feelings of someone who is used to neglect and harshness, but he wants Baz's love. Baz adjusts to touching him less gently, but says "fuck that" to whatever dysfunctional "I don't know how to handle love, I'm not used to having it" instinct that wants to overtake Simon.

Simon likes it when Baz is "mean" to him, but he specifically likes it when he knows Baz's gentle heart. He doesn't like it when it's coming from a Baz who he thinks hates him. Simon hates when Baz looks "disgusted" with him while thinking it's genuine, but it's a huge turn-on when a Baz that he knows at the very least likes him looks "unimpressed" with him. There's a certain gentleness to that. A certain playfulness, a certain camaraderie. If you hear someone being mean (but not cruel) knowing they have a huge soft spot for you, it takes all the bite out of it.

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Helloooo sliding in towards the end of the day to actually contribute a WIP, who am I?

I've been struggling to get into and stay in Writing Mode lately but we're making it happen! I'm pretty sure I'll hit 3k for my Knight!Baz CORB fic (with @leithillustration !!!) without much issue but it's definitely looking like it'll surpass that. Which is not surprising, knowing myself, lol.

Tags and the rest of the passage will be under the cut! I'm excited for what's going to come, I hope this will make you be too! >.<

* * * When I’m 18, I fight my first dark creature one-on-one. I’d encountered them plenty before, even in attacks, but I usually didn’t have to get involved. I didn’t kill it, but I wounded it and used a spell that caught some of the Ent’s leaves on fire. It was distracted enough that one of the knights struck it with an ax until one of its branches broke off. It groaned, and then the knight spoke a spell from the Holy Bible about the burning bush and it caught aflame. I shot backwards so the fire wouldn’t spark me, and the Ent turned black and trembled to ash. The knight looked down at me and grinned before helping me up.

A chill shot through me that has never left about what could happen if a knight discovered what I was. And at the realization that extermination of dark creatures was part of the job - we had just encroached on their territory, and they were defending themselves. It did not matter that they had done no wrong. This is what it meant to be a hero? To be chivalrous? That was the first time I ever thought, with fear, that maybe I couldn’t handle being a knight, and that I’d made a terrible mistake. I could barely kill for survival, but this. “All right, Lord Pitch?” One of the other knights had asked me.  I could feel all their eyes on me. I knew they saw a boy playing knight when they looked at me, a bored and spoiled aristocrat.  I swallowed, raised my head, and cocked an eyebrow at them. I resolved then to do whatever I could to get out of any combat or killing. I couldn’t control the way other knights acted, and I couldn’t out myself, but I refused to kill if it wasn’t survival or someone’s life was at stake.  “Perfectly fine. What are we waiting for?” I strode off towards the horses, shoving my hands deep in my pockets lest someone see how much they shook.

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A tender What's Left inspired smut for @cutestkilla to pry her away from work.