#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch

[dalooch]

Snowbaz commuting is something very dear to me 🫶

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[artandmartini]

Happy 27th!

[mirenjel]

❤️ Snowbaz fanart ❤️

Hi! How are you? 🌸 Is my first time using Tumblr haha so I really don’t know how posting works yet 😶‍🌫️

But anyways haha, this is a fanart I made last year about Carry On ✨

Is being a while since I drew it, so now I think on a bunch of things I would do different about it (specially that messy lineart 🤦🏻‍♀️😂) but well maybe I do a colored redraw on the future 🕺🏻

I hope you like it and I hope we meet again soon~ 🌙

[alexalexinii]

happy birthday to our beloved vampire boy, tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch ♡

[vebokki]

simon and baz still live in my brain. now what

[stardustasincocaine]

My job is sucking my entire life and soul out but I missed drawing these two dorkass goobers

[pato-roldnart]

Oh yessss, Carry On! Baby 

Some snowbaz sketches I wanted to share even though I haven’t been able to finish them

[letraspal]

“It’s a memory book,” he says. “They used to give them out at Watford before the Mage took over. At your leavers ball. It’s got class pictures from every year and little stories…” He holds the book open to a page full of photos. It makes me wish I had something like it—I don’t have any pictures of myself or my friends.

Or, fulfilling Simon’s wish (and mine tbh).

[artsyunderstudy]

'I kiss him back, and back, and back ...'

[the-anathemas]

My wife drew me snowbaz with a Hotel Transylvania reference 🥺💖

[moux-xe]

knight/prince snowbaz au because i can’t stop thinking abt them ever

[dalooch]

Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch🦇

[yoursecho]

It doesn't get more snowbaz than this.

[schn-tgai-sparks]

No no no I’m good I’m definitely not thinking about Natasha Grimm Pitch Visiting her son again when he’s 38 years old and him being a little afraid of her judgement and he saying something like

“Oh little puff, I would have changed the world for you. I would have changed my mind.”

(And also her saying something along the lines of “Say hello to Malcom and Fiona for me, and tell Daphne thank you, for picking up the pieces, and loving you when I could not.” And smiling at Simon and giving them each a kiss on the temple and leaving to wait peacefully behind the Veil)

[henreyettah]

Happy (belated) birthday to the boy 🫶

(Lil ficlet under the cut)

SIMON

We’re on the train, headed to Baz’s parents new house. It’s in some place I’ve never been before, but that’s ok because Baz took care of the tickets (I did offer to fly us, but again, I don’t know the way) (it’s also a bit away and neither of us were sure I’d be able to carry myself and a grown vampire for that whole flight)

He’s had a long day; he’s got this posh office job now which he wanted very badly, but the hours are horrendous.

As usual with Baz, this change in lifestyle has brought with it changes to his wardrobe: he wears loungewear now, as soon as he gets home. After particularly awful days he won’t even have the strength to change into them himself; he’ll step through the door and spell his office ones off and the cozy ones on. They complement his sharpness nicely; makes him more tangible, more like something within reach, that I’m allowed —encouraged, even— to grab a hold of and not let go.

Our luggage is stuffed beneath my seat, and my heels keep bumping into the side of it when I shift. We’ve only brought enough for the two nights we’re staying over, but Baz has this new suit set he wants to wear for his birthday dinner tomorrow and apparently it required ‘room to breathe, Snow’.

Whatever that means.

I’m not going to complain about it, however. It looks absolutely stunning on him; he’s started leaning into the vampire look again, like in school when he slicked his hair back to show off his widows peak, and it’s working wonders now just as it did then. The suit is a sleek and slender thing, paired with a blood red shirt that somehow manages to shift in color depending on where you stand. Baz said there was something special about the fabric (“Is it magic,” I’d asked, rubbing the sleeve between my fingertips. “In a sense,” he’d said. “It’s Normal magic, the art of weaving.”)

We had a drink with Penny and Shep before we left the flat, and the alcohol burns warm in my gut still. I don’t drink much, these days. Haven’t the need to.

[vebokki]

besties