ââbut Daphne softens him. Sheâs the reason I got a mobile phone when I turned 15. And the reason I got to go on school trips. And probably the reason my father didnât murder Simon after our ancestral home lost its magic. Sheâs a good person. A good stepmother.â
Daphne Grimm | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy
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âItâs a memory book,â he says. âThey used to give them out at Watford before the Mage took over. At your leavers ball. Itâs got class pictures from every year and little storiesâŚâ He holds the book open to a page full of photos. It makes me wish I had something like itâI donât have any pictures of myself or my friends.
Or, fulfilling Simonâs wish (and mine tbh).
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Her golden light, her silver hues
In the old days, Margaret and Blue could spend hours together. Days, even. Blue could take physical form, leave the confines of the water to walk amongst Margaretâs mountain. Margaret could make the flight from her mountain to Blueâs dam.
A Margaret/Blue fic for the @carry-on-sapphic-week prompt "blue" â¤ď¸đ
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Thank you @shrekgogurt for the tag!
With the hockey fic finally finished and not looking over my shoulder anymore, Iâve been putting my efforts into my COBB fic and my âfor funâ fic. Thank you @aristocratic-otter for betaing my for fun fic. Iâve looked forward to your feedback and itâs motivated me to write.
Having said all that, whoâs ready for a little angsty Snobaz knight action?
âLady Wellbelove, could I be so bold to ask for a token to give me luck today?â Baz asks Lady Wellbelove with a flirty smile.
To my surprise, she not only responds, but looks mildly interested in Bazâs request. A spark of jealousy ignites in my chest and my mind is screaming âwhy him?!â.
âDo you rely on luck, my Lord? Or skill?â She asks with a coy smile of her own.
âBoth. As most men do,â he says.
âYou donât need luck if you have the skill,â I interrupt.
And weâll stop there as it gets a bit spoilery after that.
Hope everyone has a fabulous Wednesday
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Happy Wednesday yâall! I bring you big pining from the distance makes the heart grow ouchier chapter. (Yâall thought you had already seen the peak pining in IKABIKAM? Oh, dearests, youâve seen NOTHING yet.)
Baz POV, present:
The loss of a fantasy. Thatâs all. Itâs the loss of an escape that never wouldâve been. Not in reality. Not in a way I actually want. And so, instead, the Instagram notification burns a hole in my pocket. A reminder I ignore for the time being. Whatâs a little longer? A little more? Forever and ever on.
Iâm at a party.
I will talk. I will charm. I will have fun. Like muscle memory. Like the tattoos on my arm.
I had a life. I have a life.
Someone asks for my name.
âBasil,â I introduce, stressing the âahâ sound.
Itâs the most neutral option. Friendly enough, but not overly so. Basilton is too contrived in the American accent and for all my resoluteness, I still donât want to be called Baz right now. Not without the ghost of a Celtic lilt. (How the notification burns, indeed.)
I forgot! I get to announce chapter titles in the wipsday posts! So Hot Youâre Hurting My Feelings of course. Itâs only natural.
Alright Iâm tagging! I wish I had a list I just copy and pasted but tumblr actually hates linking tags that way so I just go down the alphabet every week and hope I donât miss anyone.
@alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter (started reading The Snow Fox this morning btw) @bookish-bogwitch @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @dani-vc @ebbpettier @emeryhall @erzbethluna @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @ineffable-grimm-pitch @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @mitranian @monbons @mooncello @ninemagicks @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettygoododds @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @roomwithanopenfire @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @urban-sith @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian @yellobb @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you to those who've been tagging me these past few weeks despite me never participating @wellbelesbian/@nausikaaa @forabeatofadrum @best--dress @stitchyqueer
@noblecorgi @run-for-chamo-miles @hushed-chorus @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe
@youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @cosmicalart đđ
I've been quietly working on some WIPs I'm not ready to share for personal/mental health reasons, but I read back through an old (really old, from 2021 old) WIP this morning, and wow I am a great writer. And the WIP is almost 6k words?!?! Things were really different back then, huh?
The premise of the fic is that the final showdown happens, but instead of killing Baz, Simon runs away with him and they get a flat together while they let the adults fight their war.
Lengthy snippet under the cut.
Baz:
âWhy are you here, Fiona?â I reiterate.
âLetâs see.â She starts ticking things off on her fingers. âYou didnât come home for Christmas. Your parents were worried about you. The last time no one could find you, you were trapped in a coffin for six weeks. I wanted to know if you had taken down the Chosen One yet. And I wanted to know what you were doing in a shitty flat. And while weâre at it...â Fiona grins wickedly. Simon and my aunt would make a terrifying duo. âWhoâs your flatmate?â
âWhat makes you think I have a flatmate?â
âWhy are there two bedrooms in this flat, then?â
âThere are loads of reasons I could have two rooms, Fiona.â
âThen explain the takeout,â Fiona says, pointing to the kitchen. âAnd your face. Who are you hiding, Basil?â
Sighing, I drag a hand through my hair and down my face.
âSnow,â I call. âCome out and meet my aunt.â
Simon:
Iâm dead terrified as I walk out into the living room.
âYouâre fucking the Chosen One?â Fiona Pitch exclaims when she sees me, jumping up from where she was previously seated on the couch.
âNot fucking,â Baz corrects. âSnogging.â
I blush.
âYouâre snogging the Chosen One?â she shrieks.
Past me was really great at this, wasn't she? Also I apparently used to swear a lot more when writing, too xD I've deleted a lot of "fuck"s haha.
Tagging back everyone above for Sunday plus @bazzybelle @hoothalcyon @valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature @confused-bi-queer <22
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Rosebud Girl
I never thought it would be an art class that finished me off.
I had hoped it would be a bit of stress relief, a creative outlet sorely needed between my real classes. Itâs at a community centre on campus, a short walk from my morning law class. I should have just stuck to football, and said fuck creativity.
Iâm good at it, Iâll admit. I gave my step father one of my still-lifes for Christmas, and she loved it. Actually loved it, not just pretended- he hung it up. He doesnât even keep my little siblingsâ finger paintings up on the fridge for more than a week.
But now weâve moved on from fruit to figures, and the table in the centre of the room has been replaced by a model. A nude model.
A nude Simone Snow, my first year roommate.
read on ao3!
another @carry-on-sapphic-week submission, for day three, the prompts being paint and bloom! fem!snowbaz with a side of fem!deniall. thanks to all the lovely people in the discord server for helping me with Devi and Nellie's names!
i'm not sure if i'll get anything else posted for sapphic week, i'm pretty sick and am going through a tough time personally, but i had this pre-written, so managed to polish it in time.
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Rosebud Girl
I never thought it would be an art class that finished me off.
I had hoped it would be a bit of stress relief, a creative outlet sorely needed between my real classes. Itâs at a community centre on campus, a short walk from my morning law class. I should have just stuck to football, and said fuck creativity.
Iâm good at it, Iâll admit. I gave my step father one of my still-lifes for Christmas, and she loved it. Actually loved it, not just pretended- he hung it up. He doesnât even keep my little siblingsâ finger paintings up on the fridge for more than a week.
But now weâve moved on from fruit to figures, and the table in the centre of the room has been replaced by a model. A nude model.
A nude Simone Snow, my first year roommate.
read on ao3!
another @carry-on-sapphic-week submission, for day three, the prompts being paint and bloom! fem!snowbaz with a side of fem!deniall. thanks to all the lovely people in the discord server for helping me with Devi and Nellie's names!
i'm not sure if i'll get anything else posted for sapphic week, i'm pretty sick and am going through a tough time personally, but i had this pre-written, so managed to polish it in time.
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knight/prince snowbaz au because i canât stop thinking abt them ever
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Spitfire
In the morning, someone will come to collect me, and I will have to leave Niamh, and Simon, Baz, Penelope, Shepard. The friends I have made, and the love I have forged. Back on dry land. How am I supposed to return to the life I had led before, how am I supposed to agree to some other arranged marriage, to another man I have never met, who cares nothing for me? How am I supposed to give up the pistol I have kept close for over a month and pick up my embroidery again?
read on ao3!
my first fic for @carry-on-sapphic-week 2024! honestly, i wasn't sure i would get this out on time (it is an hour late, but shush), there's been a lot going on in my life at the moment. i have covid (for the FOURTH time- men in pubs have no concept of staying home when they're sick) and have had to take my bottle baby goat kid to the vet three times in the past three weeks. we also have two lambs on the bottle. it's a lot. but i managed! yay!
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i had really hoped to do a podfic of one of my previous fics for this year's sapphic week but i have covid (for the fourth time đ), and a really hoarse voice and bad, persistent cough as a result. when i catch whichever old man at the pub thought it was fine to leave the house sick and presumably cough on a glass i handled...
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Spitfire
In the morning, someone will come to collect me, and I will have to leave Niamh, and Simon, Baz, Penelope, Shepard. The friends I have made, and the love I have forged. Back on dry land. How am I supposed to return to the life I had led before, how am I supposed to agree to some other arranged marriage, to another man I have never met, who cares nothing for me? How am I supposed to give up the pistol I have kept close for over a month and pick up my embroidery again?
read on ao3!
my first fic for @carry-on-sapphic-week 2024! honestly, i wasn't sure i would get this out on time (it is an hour late, but shush), there's been a lot going on in my life at the moment. i have covid (for the FOURTH time- men in pubs have no concept of staying home when they're sick) and have had to take my bottle baby goat kid to the vet three times in the past three weeks. we also have two lambs on the bottle. it's a lot. but i managed! yay!
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do you think pushing someone down the stairs is erotic?
god. this is such a difficult question am i under oath
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Welcome back to slutty Sunday feat Baz.
Thank you for the tags today and wednesday: @cutestkilla @bookish-bogwitch @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @wellbelesbian @prettygoododds @rimeswithpurple
Tagging: @theearlgreymage @noblecorgi @run-for-chamo-miles @angelsfalling16 @thewholelemon @ileadacharmedlife @artsyunderstudy @nausikaaa @aristocratic-otter @youarenevertooold @onepintobean @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @confused-bi-queer @palimpsessed @martsonmars @skeedelvee @ivelovedhimthroughworse @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @johnwgrey @mostlymaudlin @raenestee @ionlydrinkhotwater @wolfywordweaver @fatalfangirl @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @kohatenz @foolofabookwyrm-activated @facewithoutheart @moodandmist @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @stardustasincocaine @ileadacharmedlife @j-nipper-95 @larkral @stitchyqueer @imagineacoolusername @brilla-brilla-estrellita @moodandmist @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @best--dress @monbuns @roomeithanopenfire and anyone who wants!
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Some Sentences Sunday
thanks for the tags this week @prettygoododds and @forabeatofadrum!
i couldn't find a way to whittle this down to six sentences, so you get however many this is instead.
this is from one of my upcoming @carry-on-sapphic-week fics, it's fem!Snowbaz. you might remember i shared a different snippet of it a few weeks ago.
under the cut for slight nsfw-ness.
âSo, can we see what you drew?â Nellie asks eagerly.
âI lost the drawing.â
âYeah, right.â Devi smirks. âItâs probably taped to your ceiling.â
âBelieve it or not, Iâm not actually so egotistical as to masturbate to my own art.â I retort as Nellie giggles. Besides, I think to myself, Snow has an instagram.
Iâm not proud of myself for that one.
and here's something for @carryon-disability-week for good measure!
Weâve gotten halfway round the reservoir, and I think I understand how Simon felt when he was about to go off. Iâm absolutely fuming, seething, because the blasted cane is actually helping, and I canât stop smiling despite myself.
My leg barely hurts at all. Weâve walked so much farther than I thought we would manage, and Simon is extremely pleased with himself. With his dreadful coat and its godforsaken inside pockets.
Heâs trying to be humble about it, but he keeps giving me these glances. I catch him at it again and knock my shoulder into his.
âSmug bastard.â
tags and hellos: @forabeatofadrum @j-nipper-95 @artsyunderstudy @that-disabled-princess @prettygoododds @confused-bi-queer @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @shemakesmeforget @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @shrekgogurt @bookish-bogwitch @thewholelemon @supercutedinosaurs @shutup-andletme-go @theearlgreymage @ileadacharmedlife @alleycat0306 @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @comesitintheclover @blackberrysummerblog and @orange-peony
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Carry On Sapphic Week 2024 begins in three days!
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I mean, she was fierce as a lion. And darker than most people were comfortable withâall the Pitches areâand she fought the reforms with her own teeth and nails. But she loved Watford. She loved magic.
Natasha Grimm-Pitch | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy
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