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Hello everyone. It's been a month! Thank you for the tags @that-disabled-princess, @nausikaaa, @artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @whatevertheweather, @cutestkilla and @blackberrysummerblog for the tags.

As the banner says, I have nothing to show ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But that doesn't mean I haven't been writing. In the past few days I have churned out over 26k words and 46 pages of writing about... Glee. Of course. I started a recap and review blog called @glee-furever, where I recap and review each episode from memory and add a cat photo. Please clap. I am having a lot of fun.

As for fic writing, I am trying to get back to the Inhale my Richard Snowbaz fic, but the reason I got stuck on it a month ago is because I, as usual, have issues writing the actual get together part of the getting together fic. I might write something else to get back to it. I also have a Zimbits fic from 2023 somewhere, and I have a silly Klaine idea. And there is Memories of You, that needs two more chapters, and I think I may have a plan for Nozomi's chapter. (Fuck Kenji, though, cause truly, what do I write for him????)

(Also, I still need an appropriate title for Inhale my Richard.)

So. That's that. Hi! Have a cat!

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck  @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral ​ @facewithoutheart​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @esilher @kurtsascot @blackberrysummerblog @nightimedreamersghost @ivelovedhimthroughworse @thnxforknowingme

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags @monbons @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @artsyunderstudy ! So nice to see you today!

I don’t have much in the way of any kind of updates, but I did post Chapter 4 of When That Light Hits the Sky! Go read it if you want.

Under the cut, tags and a snippet from the next chapter; beware of spoilers (someone is smiling for once).

It’s dark. The river beside them is a muddy brown and the clouds are ominous overhead, but Baz’s smile is making Simon feel warmed through. It’s blinding; how are people walking by them, indifferent? Why aren’t people stumbling to a stop? “I might have gotten prickly about that,” Baz is saying lightly, as if he isn’t giving Simon the sun right now. “I felt like a fool at that party, in a full suit and that idiotic makeup. I might have been a bit sensitive if you’d made fun, and snapped back at you.”

Share if you want, feel hugged if you don’t.

@alexalexinii @alleycat0306 @aristocratic-otter @best--dress

@bachusekart @bookish-bogwitch @bookishbroadwayandblind @brilla-brilla-estrellita 

@confused-bi-queer @drowninginships @emeryhall @facewithoutheart

@fiend-for-culture @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-trow-95

@jyae23 @katatsumuli @larkral @leithillustration @letraspal

@martsonmars @messofthejess @mooncello @nausikaaa 

@noblecorgi @onepintobean @orange-peony @pato-roldnart @palimpsessed 

@papierhaikuphoto @prettygoododds @raeny-day @rimeswithpurple  @roomwithanopenfire

@run-for-chamo-miles @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @talentpiper11  @the-beard-of-edward-teach

@theimpossibledemon @valeffelees @whatevertheweather @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hello friends! I wasn't sure if I was going to post today since I updated There are Monsters in the Wood just this morning, but it's been active so far and I love you guys so I wanted to join in.

I hope everyone has had a good week. I've been recuperating from mine by doing weekend chores very, very slowly and writing more of my fic. I keep thinking I've reached a spot where "all the good stuff happens" and I keep thinking that writing should go faster now, but there's still so much to work out. But, progress is definitely occurring. And I mean, I love it. I love when a chapter I mapped out with a very nebulous plan starts to come together and form something that surprises me. What was once a bridge chapter that I was simply using to show the passage of time now has immense thematic and dramatic weight, and I'm excited to go back into the document today and work on it some more.

I'll share a little bit from the chapter I posted today. First line of dialogue is Davy, the POV character. He's talking to Lucy.

“Why does your mother refuse to accept me?” “You know why, darling. She doesn’t understand your … intensity.” I laughed quietly. “Intensity?” “You take up so much space, don’t you know? You fill the room even when you’re silent. People can’t stand it.” Her voice sounded awed.

And now quite a bit more from the chapter I'll be posting in a couple weeks. Below the cut due to length.

“Let’s not do this, all right?” I snap. “He does this all the time, Simon,” Baz presses. “You should be tired from training, not injured.” I turn on him, frowning. “How would you know the best way to train a knight? You never train at all. Have you ever even picked up a sword, princeling?” Baz glowers back at me. “Is that what he calls me? Princeling?” He spits the word like a curse. His eyes are hard, eyebrows up, and a pit opens in my stomach. My head turns away from him as I scrub a hand through my dirty curls. “M’sorry,” I mumble to my knees. “Shouldn’t have said that.” God, I don’t know why I’m so angry. I don’t care if Baz wants to learn swordwork. He just doesn’t understand what it takes, that this is what I need to do. Lord David would never do anything to harm me without purpose. He just wants to see me succeed. He wants me to be great. I’ve withstood worse than a sore ankle and for so much less.  Baz is right, though; that’s exactly what Lord David calls him. Princeling. He says it like a curse, too.  Silence stretches out, and the hum of the Wood settles in. Wind whips leaves off the trees, and one lands on Baz’s knee. I pluck it off him without thinking, brushing at the dirt clinging to his hose. Baz lets his knees part a little, his leg dropping closer to mine. I set my hand there. I rub the hem of his hose with my thumb. “I’m sorry,” I say again, quieter.

Low pressure tags and hellos!

@stitchy-queerista @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @letraspal @whatevertheweather @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raeny-day @shrekgogurt @prettygoododds @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ivelovedhimthroughworse @martsonmars @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @best--dress @messofthejess @mooncello @orange-peony @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @emeryhall @hushed-chorus @forabeatofadrum @roomwithanopenfire @noblecorgi @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @skeedelvee @valeffelees @drowninginships @talentpiper11 @fiend-for-culture @leithillustration @j-trow-95 @bookishbroadwayandblind @the-beard-of-edward-teach @larkral @bachusekart @angelsfalling16

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Hello hello! Happy Sunday everybody!—I’ve been gone a long time and haven’t been able to read nearly as much fic as I’d like, but I’m trying to mend that. For anyone who missed it, a few weeks ago I finished my birthday fic for @rimeswithpurple, Pull Yourself Together. It’s chock full of tropes like Only One Bed, Forced Proximity, Magical Mishap, and more. I have a real soft spot for it, so thank you to everyone who’s read it and let me know you liked it :)

I love a good process post from other people, so here’s one from me, in which I have to say that GENERALLY I don’t make any kind of outline. I GENERALLY have a pretty good idea of how a story will go from start to finish and then I write that story from start to finish—yeah, quite often surprising myself with a change in direction, which is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Isn’t it great to be surprised?—Gang, I’m old. Surprise means I’m not at the end quite yet.

So anyway, I’ve had two mad deviations from my usual process since joining this fandom: my ongoing crucible marriage au, which is STILL in huge pieces all over my drive (and still not dead in my mind) and now my COBB from 2024 with Arianna, Time Will Lie Down and be Still. I’ve been mostly working in a start-to-finish order, but here I am struggling a bit in the last chapter (the bit where I have PLENTY of framework to hang the action on—the story is literally based on a movie), and I’m realizing that it’s maybe not working because I need to add other scenes into the parts of the chapter that I’ve already written. That happens from time to time, but where I’m deviating from my norm the most here is that I’m writing scenes I’m not happy with. The writing stinks, y’all. It’s literally like, This happens, then That happens—I just put the action down to have it, and it is NOT GOOD. Not to say that my writing is always great, but I’m usually happy enough with it when I share. But, it’s a process. Maybe it’s not as bad as I think; I’m just having a bit of trouble reconciling the idea that I may have to reread my writing, a thing normal people do all the time. At any rate, it’s not how I usually work, so here’s a bit of what I have; it’s Baz POV, describing a dream he had the night before:

I was in a field, watching a boy cry. Not Dev, not me—far too fair, this one. His hair was thick and curly, a shade of brown that had been run through with gold. He looked about twelve or so—not quite a teenager, but nearly. It was dark and a soft wind kicked up—I saw it in the branches of the tree that he was leaning against. He scrubbed dirty fists into his eyes, and suddenly I could make out a cottage in the middle distance, with a light still on in the window. I could feel everything in this boy’s breaking heart: the overwhelming ache of disappointment, the self-loathing. Hopelessness washed through him again and again, waves that hit with each ragged breath between his sobs. I felt as though my heart might break right along with his, and then he suddenly looked up.

Not at me. No, he was looking at the sky. He wanted to escape; he longed to be free. I took a step back, stunned by the magic I felt welling up and radiating from him. Power like this doesn’t exist in the World of Mages—it’s like something from legend. Dream or no, I could smell it—green smoke, burning, the sharp snap of cinnamon. Cinnamon and…the scents were familiar to me. Somehow I knew it was the scent of a spell, but I don’t think the boy was casting it. Not willingly, anyway. Rose petals floated in on the night air, and more blue feathers.

He fell to his knees then, shoulders hunching over, the back of his shirt splitting. Something was happening to him, something immense and frightening, but I wasn’t afraid. If anything, I wanted to go to him and tell him that he would be all right, and perhaps I would have if Mordelia hadn’t slapped me awake with a pillow to the face.

And now I have a lot of catching up to do! Enjoy the rest of the week, everyone! No pressure tags and hellos to: @larkral @raeny-day @cutestkilla @c0nsumemy5oul @artsyunderstudy @iamamythologicalcreature @ic3-que3n @cows4247 @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @valeffelees @letraspal @stitchy-queerista @monbons @imagineacoolusername @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @nausikaaa @confused-bi-queer @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @prettygoododds @shrekgogurt @facewithoutheart @alexalexinii @forabeatofadrum @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @supercutedinosaurs @ivelovedhimthroughworse @brilla-brilla-estrellita @drowninginships @bachusekart @the-beard-of-edward-teach @j-trow-95 @leithillustration @fiend-for-culture @skeedelvee @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch @best--dress @mooncello @orange-peony @talentpiper11 @sillyunicorn @martsonmars @wellbelesbian @onepintobean @hushed-chorus @palimpsessed

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Oh howdy there, it's been a hot second my wipsday peeps! Thanks for the tags today @monbons, and last week @larkral @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @nausikaaa @leithillustration @run-for-chamo-miles. And in general thank everyone who keeps tagging me even though I have not posted a wip on here since last September. FUCK ME.

I have been chipping away at finishing Hiding Out in the Open since then, I really truly swear, but I've been in that part of my process where I rough outline over and over until I have a good enough idea how to structure something that I feel good about writing it for real. (Also that part of my life where I have no time, never any time.) But I do have 14K of zero draft and the whole thing mapped out in detail. And then finally this week while I was on vacation, I wrote a chunk of actual draft that is sort of shareable (and replaces, hopefully in a more efficient manner, part of that 14K). Hoping I can stay on this roll and finish this before the end of summer!! (Before the 2 year anniversary of posting this fic, ideally - THANK YOU FOR WAITING ASHTON.)

So, under the cut for spoilerishness, a bit from Chapter 8, and tags for my lovelies.

“heard this and thought of you: www.invisiblemind.org/the-greatest-failure-of-all” “i finally listened to this in honour of being a great failure to you” “but the greatest failure of all was not learning from your mistakes apparently” “gonna try to do that” “in honour of being a great failure to you” …… “here goes” “heard this and thought of you: www.invisiblemind.org/an-antidote to loneliness/” “so apparently my loneliness *is* actually killing me” “appropriate since when i’m not with you i lose my mind” “(see previous messages re: derangement)” “anyway i’m going to have a visit with ebb tomorrow” “you’re still invited by the way” “in case you’re reading this” “in case your phone’s just been dead for 10 whole days and you’d want to go anywhere with me” "(give me a sign)"

Tags! Share 'em if you've got 'em and you want to share 'em.

@hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whatevertheweather @emeryhall

@bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aristocratic-otter @fatalfangirl @whogaveyoupermission

@raenestee @ileadacharmedlife @onepintobean @skeedelvee @brilla-brilla-estrellita

@moodandmist @mooncello @j-nipper-95 @iamamythologicalcreature @roomwithanopenfire

@angelsfalling16 @best--dress @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ic3-que3n @rimeswithpurple

@letraspal @messofthejess @captain-aralias @katatsumuli

@nightimedreamersworld @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @noblecorgi @orange-peony

@stitchyqueer @technetiumai @that-disabled-princess @theearlgreymage @urban-sith

@valeffelees @youarenevertooold @cosmicalart @alexalexinii

@forabeatofadrum @supercutedinosaurs @theimpossibledemon @blackberrysummerblog

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Stitches Songs and Sentences

Happy Sunday! I've been trying to finish my cheer AU, Smile Like You Mean It, before I have to go back to work and have to break some freshmen in (just two weeks now!), so there were no stitches this week. In lieu of adorable dolls, please imagine the Penny in my banner is wearing cute mini-headphones and jamming out to some of the songs on my playlist below the cut.

SENTENCES I started working on the climax this week, so I can't share any recent sentences. Please accept some sentences featuring wet cat Baz from the homecoming chapter instead.

“I’ll be fine, Dev,” I assure him. “Go enjoy the rest of the game.” “I don’t actually care about football,” he counters. “I was only there because Niall’s in the marching band.”  “What a nerd.” “Yeah, apparently I love surrounding myself with them.” Dev shoves at me so he can make space for himself on the bed. I reluctantly shift to the right. This part of the mattress is cold, and I wish I still had my blankets.

Some bangers and tags below the cut

SONGS Given almost all my snips thus far show Simon romping around in crop tops and Baz thirsting after him, you might assume this fic is just a glittery good time. You would be incorrect. While this fic is funny and sweet, it's also a surprisingly serious fic that tries to tackle some pretty heavy topics. As a result, my playlist is kind of depressing. HOWEVER, I submit to you three songs from said playlist that are all Simon at different stages of the fic. Are they in order? Do they tell a narrative arc?! You decide. Enjoy! "Drama Queen" by Elliot Lee Lyrics that made me add it:

"I've been chasing highs/While crumbling inside/I taught myself how to smile..."

"Sabotage" by Bebe Rexha Lyrics that made me add it:

"Tell myself I'm safe and lonely/With nobody else to break my heart/Even though I know you'd never/I'm my own worst enemy and think you are."

"Kings and Queens" by Ava Max Lyrics that made me add it:

"To all of the queens who are fighting alone/Baby, you're not dancing on your own."

Four weeks till posting day! @alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy, @bachusekart, @best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer, @cutestkilla, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal, @mooncello, @nausikaaa, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony, @pato-roldnart, @prettygoododds, @raeny-day, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @run-for-chamo-miles, @rimeswithpurple, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee, @stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @jyae23, @j-trow-95

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Looooong time, no see. Thanks for the tags to everyone who's kept me on their lists. <3 <3 <3. And especially @martsonmars and @thewholelemon for tagging me today!

I've been writing, you understand, I've just not been writing about writing. Or engaging in fandom that much. I don't know! Brains gotta brain, I guess! Anyway! I recently published the first chapter of my COBB (affectionately titled 'Zombiedemic' in my draft, but in reality titled What Comes After, feel free to take a read!), and apparently with that off my front burner, a back burner project decided to catapult itself to the front of the range.

Which is to say, I've been writing on my Fandom Trumps Hate project, which also just so happens to be the very first Carry On fic idea I ever had? I ended up outlining it to death before realizing that I am, at my heart, a pantser. And now I have a new angle on it thanks to my FTH winner and am back at it in earnest. Yay! I have written....you know, just a casual 3500 words this week. No big (jk, it's big!). Of which these are some (Simon POV):

"Penny, tell Agatha I'm dating Baz," I say, clutching her hand like she's going to flee the scene of the conversation. "Why would you be dating Baz?" she says instead. I look at her. "Penny. Come on. You walked in on us two days ago. What did you think was happening?" "Walked in on you… dating?" "Snogging!" I say, and thank Merlin Baz is on his way over, or I'd feel like I was losing my mind.

Simon is such a delight, isn't he? ISN'T HE??

It has literally been SO long that I feel like I shouldn't include my regular tags here, but guess what: I'm going to anyway. Persistent love wins out.

@stitchyqueer @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @whogaveyoupermission @cutestkilla

@hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy

@captain-aralias @artsyunderstudy @martsonmars @nausikaaa

@chen-chen-chen-again-chen @that-disabled-princess @shrekgogurt  @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl

@blackberrysummerblog​ @valeffelees @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @run-for-chamo-miles

@talentpiper11 @orange-peony @thewholelemon @wellbelesbian @mooncello

@aristocratic-otter @roomwithanopenfire @monbons @kiwiana-writes @bookishbroadwayandblind

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WIP Wednesday

Hi everyone! No big updates today except to lament how slowly writing is coming along. I know part of it is that this story is so complex that I have to constantly go back and make small edits, but also life keeps getting in the way. And my own brain.

I don't know if anyone else is feeling this, but with the world currently being the way it is, it's hard to feel like writing fanfiction is a good use of my time. Like, I feel guilty for indulging in it, the same way I feel guilty for going to work every day and pretending like I'm not sad and angry and terrified. Cognitive dissonance, they call it.

But then, I think there's power in stories. And community. And vulnerability, in general. It reminds us to not only acknowledge one another, but also connect with each other. And it gets some of that sadness and anger and terror out of my body in a way that's neither destructive nor isolating.

So basically, I feel the guilt, but it also feels important to keep creating things.

All that said, here's an illustration of Lucy and the excerpt of the scene it's attached to from There are Monsters in the Wood.

My eyes landed on Lucy. She paced slowly around the room, more entranced by the grandeur of the space, the gentle wisps who made it their refuge. She'd tried to speak with them more than once that night. I wasn’t sure if they understood, but their hums swelled in response to her. The air shifted. Their pulsing light made her skin luminous. 

This chapter is going up on Sunday.

Tags and hellos under the cut!

@stitchy-queerista @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @letraspal @whatevertheweather @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raeny-day @shrekgogurt @prettygoododds @brilla-brilla-estrellita @ivelovedhimthroughworse @martsonmars @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @best--dress @messofthejess @mooncello @orange-peony @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @emeryhall @hushed-chorus @forabeatofadrum @roomwithanopenfire @noblecorgi @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @skeedelvee @valeffelees @ic3que3n @drowninginships @talentpiper11 @fiend-for-culture @leithillustration @j-trow-95 @bookishbroadwayandblind @the-beard-of-edward-teach @larkral @bachusekart

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WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tag @martsonmars! You're doing Simon-as-Superman, and I've got a snippet for Simon-as-Batman today.

Chapters 4 and 5 of When That Light Hits the Sky are close to done, and I'm working on the final chapter! I'm hoping to be able to post chapter 4 this weekend; I just wanted to have 6 mostly done so you wouldn't have to wait long for this fic to be completed, and I have good-ish ideas for how that will go, so let's get it out in the world soon.

Since today is Work in Progress Wednesday, I'm sharing a deleted scene below the cut.

One of the things that's been exhausting me with chapter five is trying to make so many arbitrary decisions for Simon. It's felt particularly hard because Simon doesn't really know what he wants or what he's doing, so we're both struggling to figure what he would choose to do, minute-by-minute.

This is a deleted Simon spiral from a future scene where Simon and Baz meet back up; I decided it got in the way of them getting to have actual conversation, but I do love writing these Simon Spirals™️ so I'll share it with you here, instead.

“Do you want to call it a night?” Simon says quickly. “What, now? Already? We only met up, like, five minutes ago.” “It’s January, it’s raining, five minutes outside right now counts for five years in reasonable weather.” “It’s not raining. A few drops aren’t rainfall.” “You must be freezing.” Baz sips his tea and snuggles deeper into that soft scarf. “I’m fine.” Then glances at Simon out of the corner of his eye. “Do you want to leave?” “Me?” Simon’s baffled. “No. Why would I want to leave?” Baz sips his tea. “I don’t know, why would I?” Simon looks at him nervously out of the corner of his eye as they continue down the path together, then looks out over the muddy Thames and scrubs a hand through his hair. “Maybe because I don’t know how to do this.” “Do what?” “Be normal.”

Don't worry, Simon still doesn't know how to be normal, he'll just express it in a slightly different way that doesn't send both of them down an insecurity rabbithole.

if you're working on something, feel free to share! otherwise, I hope your Wednesday is treating you right.

@alexalexinii @alleycat0306 @aristocratic-otter @artsyunderstudy @best--dress

@bachusekart @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @bookishbroadwayandblind @brilla-brilla-estrellita 

@confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @drowninginships @emeryhall @facewithoutheart

@fiend-for-culture @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-trow-95

@jyae23 @katatsumuli @larkral @leithillustration @letraspal

@messofthejess @monbons @mooncello @nausikaaa 

@noblecorgi @onepintobean @orange-peony @pato-roldnart @palimpsessed 

@papierhaikuphoto @prettygoododds @raeny-day @rimeswithpurple  @roomwithanopenfire

@run-for-chamo-miles @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @talentpiper11  @the-beard-of-edward-teach

@theimpossibledemon @valeffelees @whatevertheweather @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

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People think Baz is all sharp lines and cold logic.

And maybe he is—in a lecture hall, with his sleeves rolled and a room full of stubborn students. He is brilliant. And brutal, sometimes. Intimidating in the perfect, untouchable way he carries himself.

I used to believe that version of him, too. Used to think that was all there was.

Until he let me meet this Baz.

The one in heart-print boxers and a messy bun, knocked out on our pink couch with his head in my lap. His shirt’s half-unbuttoned and wrinkled from the day, and his breathing is soft and steady. This is the Baz who lets me run my fingers through his hair until he melts under my touch.

Who only ever really sleeps like this, like he’s safe, when I’m the one holding him.

And I think, I get to see him like this.

Not the world’s idea of him.

Him.

My Baz.

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Do people make World of Mages OCs? Do ppl write OC-centric fanfic??

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baz pitch really is such a funny character if you think about it. if you take away all of his and simon's musings about how he's an Evil Plotting Vampire and look at it from an outsider's perspective, he's really just some guy. like all he does is walk around campus, he has 1 friend (the other is his cousin so he doesn't count), and he LIKES to do homework ahead of material studied in class. he's literally just some random 18 year old nerd

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snowbaz wedding sketch based off that one picture @simon-pitch posted ✨

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vague elf x human au i was thinking about but not gonna finish

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miss tornado herself ✨🧚‍♀️

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Six Sentence Sunday

Hello buttercups. I got my napoleon cake yesterday so all is right in the world. Thank you @monbons @leithillustration @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa and @facewithoutheart for the tags today!

What have I been reading? I finished the Corruption of Hollis Brown by K. Ancrum on @monbons’ rec. Such a great ghost story. I finished Heart Lamp by Banu Mushtaq hours before the library snatched it back; that one is short stories. They made me laugh and also made me so sad.

May I interest you in an exactly-six-sentence snippet from the next (unposted) chapter of When That Light Hits the Sky (chapter 4)? It’s fully written but I’d love chapter 5 to be done too, and it’s close. I still think it will only be six chapters, not a long fic, but long for me and it’s emotionally tricky. I want to keep my momentum going if I can.

He hits send, as if that’s just a thing he does, and then he locks his mobile, puts it in his pocket, and proceeds to clean the inside of the oven, a chore he has never once done before in his life. And this failure shows, both in his lack of skills for this task and the state of the oven after.

When he’s done he feels a sense of accomplishment he didn’t expect, that he hasn’t felt since he locked up Mr. Mime—maybe not even then; the guy was kind of a pushover in the end, although he did manage to wreak a lot of havoc.

He almost forgets the text he sent out into the ether, for about a minute until he feels the weight of his mobile in his pocket, realizes he never felt it buzz, how humiliating to have his first outreach to someone besides Penny be completely rejected, but that’s what he gets for trying. He pulls it out—it’s dead. He plugs it in, paces around his room while waiting for the screen to light up, watches as it begins to process what appear to be a year and a half’s worth of updates, decides to shower, and races for it as soon as he’s out, hair still dripping down his hastily thrown on shirt.

How was that snippet only six sentences? It’s SO LONG. share if you care to:

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[wellbelesbian]

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday friends! I have been so swamped with work that I've had hardly a scrap of time to write this week, but today feels like the day. I did have time to edit though. My beloved @cutestkilla worked with me tirelessly this week on what is probably The Best chapter of There are Monsters in the Wood so far, and with her input I added 800 words to an already 10,500 word chapter, all really good words, too. The best words. Endlessly grateful to her and also to everyone who agrees to help me with my fanfictions.

That said I am worried about the next chapter!! We're taking a little detour from Simon and Baz to learn more about our antagonist, the lore, the magick, and most importantly, Lucy.

Lucy reached for me and—knowing what she intended—I met her. I placed my hand, palm up, over hers, her freckled skin supple and sun-heated.  She closed her other hand over mine in a simulacrum of prayer, and almost at once there was a shiver of sensation. A fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird between our palms. Her magick—God, it was a wonder. It buzzed and breathed and expanded. I imagined it as something alive, the twisted roots of an ancient tree cutting paths through the resisting earth. It spread all the way to the tips of my fingers before settling. When she finally pulled away there was a single rose pressed into the very centre of my hand. The petals, full and faultless and the colour of new blood. “It’s beautiful,” I said. She smiled her blinding smile and said, “Good. I made it for you.”

It's actually one of my favorite chapters, too. Some of my best work. But I do worry about the lack of Simon and Baz. Ah, we'll see. :)

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