Once, Simon Snow was just a boy—plucked from obscurity and given a place among nobles. A future as a knight. A hero. There, he met Baz, an arrogant young prince who, in a rare moment of trust, revealed himself to be something else—something more. Over the years, as political tensions surged, the two forged a bond deeper than duty. One that could ruin them both.
At twenty-five, Simon Snow isn’t a hero. He’s broken. Disillusioned. Angry. And he’s searching for something.
Summary: Simon promised Baz he'd keep getting better for him. That he'd try. So why is he suddenly getting all these mysterious packages? And why is he keeping all these secrets?
A story about what it takes to choose your people, to choose love, and to choose yourself.
Hello lovelies 💚 I hope you're having a stellar July so far (I am...not...but that's alright. Nevertheless we persist and all that yadda yadda etc etc.)
Surprisingly, I have a fic nearly ready to go! It's my Watford-era amnesia fic that I may have mentioned a while ago. (I actually can't remember, how appropriate.)
Here are six+ spoiler free sentences for you, from Simon's POV:
"Penny, we've been at this for literal hours," I remind her.
"And yet I notice you've yet to accomplish anything." Baz's drawling voice carries through the wood behind us.
I reach for my sword and nearly jab myself in the side with my wand. I don't have a good place to keep my wand. (I don't have a holster like Baz.)
I brandish it in front of me like it's a weapon, instead of a glorified twig. It feels too small.
A spoiler and tags below the cut:
Here's the spoiler that the Ao3 tags will spoil for you anyways: this is a fake amnesia fic. How does that work? Simon would also like to know, but the Mage has banned the internet at Watford so he just believes Baz when Baz says he's lost his memory.
Anyways, I still need to double check all my commas and come up with a title but hopefully that will be up by Friday!
+ anyone else who wants to share what they've been working on 💛
(also it's been forever since i've properly gone through this tag list, pls let me know if you're no longer in this fandom, or you want to be added/removed/italicized/etc)
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
Im tired of not speaking my truth to stay uncouth. We simply must torture The Character in perverse and cruel ways for my enjoyment and pleasure. Guards begin
RIP Marjane Satrapi, author of the amazing graphic novels Persepolis about living during the fundamentalist revolution in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s. She also created the animated movie based on the graphic novels, which is where these gifs come from.
Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.
"Don't ask. Don't ever ask. The answers always yes."
In celebration of finishing off the second book, I had to make one of these for these bumbling hot heads lol lol. Unlike having a good ship name for other pair from this series, I think i've affectionately started calling them "LachKris" or "LachKiss" I can't tell which one I like better lol
and while its not cannon, i do really love the idea that both love interests of xmas boys have pointy ears. not super exaggerated bc they do have to live amongst humans folk, but i like the idea of just a liiiil pointy shape hehe
so if you haven't - go read Nightmare Before Kissmas &/OR Go Luck Yourself. You won't regret it!!
Sliding in at the last minute to close off Mermay with some AU fanart of Simon and Baz from @rainbowrowell's Carry On.
Okay, so this particular illustration has been a rather long time coming. I did the original sketch for it two whole years ago, and since then I've worked on it a little bit here and there. But it's finally here! A bit messy for the odd journey it took, but still, HERE!
I had originally intended for Simon's tail and fin wings to be red, but after I posted my sketches, @monbons made these absolutely adorable dolls of them and gave them to me. (I treasure them!) She opted to make Simon's tail and wings green, and it got me thinking. I was then also inspired by the colors of the majestic sockeye salmon, and ta-da! Red and green. Baz also gets a purple(ish) tail. Because I too love putting him in purple. His tail and fins were inspired by those gorgeous tropical fish with striking patterns and beautiful diaphanous-looking fins. (I'm not sure which ones. I only know Alaskan fish.)
Anyway. Here, enjoy fishy Snowbaz! They will always have a special place in my heart.
The whole gang made it out to pride this year and what better way to celebrate queer joy than with a proposal? Baz planned the entire thing, including the amazing speech he promptly forgot in the thrill of the moment. That's okay. Simon said yes before Baz could even get any words out anyway.
(Close-ups of details below the cut because I am SO proud of everything I made!)
Yes, Simon's overalls have functional buckles and a functional front pocket on the bib. Baz sports real pockets, as well as a magnet in his hand that allows him to hold the tiny ring box with the gold band. (It has a magnet at the base!)
I painstakingly hand-sewed every sequin on Shep's jacket, Niamh's got a functional sports bra under her tee and a functional rainbow belt, and I commissioned Agatha's top since mini-crochet is one of the few skills I have not picked up yet.
Happy Pride, y'all! May it be filled with friends, found family, and love.
Hellooo would you ever do commissions. I love your art!
I would love to take commissions, but currently my day job is demanding and I have a limited amount of time to dedicate to it. But I hope to eventually open up commission spots. Once I do, I'll be sure to announce it here and on instagram.
It's a day off for me today and my Batman AU is on my mind. I'm trying to finish the final chapter and give Simon some rest. It's been hard, mostly because spending a lot of time with Simon on the (metaphorical but also sometimes literal) couch is always hard for me. I feel a lot of empathy for him in these moments, and it's hard not to feel what he's feeling. But also, I want some resolution for him, you know? I want him (me) to know there's light ahead.
It's just, in order to write that, I have to believe that there's light ahead, and sometimes it's hard to live in that space. I trust there will be light. I just can't actually see it and I can't write it.
But, I have a draft. No word if it works yet, it will probably need edits, but maybe that can get posted soon.
In other news, I tore through Thirty Love by Tom Vellner and that was a true delight. Highly recommend. And now I'm watching the French Open, which is pretty great, even though I still don't 100% understand the scoring conventions. I need to spend some time on Wikipedia to figure it out.
Under the cut, some Simon thinking about Baz and also tags.
Of course, if he’s honest, in the back of his mind, Simon wonders if he might run into Baz at the Goat. It’d be cute, right? Very romantic-comedy of them. It’s about time the universe gave him some good fortune anyway.
He stops on the pavement.
He’s still alive. It’s possible the universe feels like he’s gotten his fair share of good fortune at this point.
He pulls out his mobile.
Once, Simon Snow was just a boy—plucked from obscurity and given a place among nobles. A future as a knight. A hero. There, he met Baz, an arrogant young prince who, in a rare moment of trust, revealed himself to be something else—something more. Over the years, as political tensions surged, the two forged a bond deeper than duty. One that could ruin them both.
At twenty-five, Simon Snow isn’t a hero. He’s broken. Disillusioned. Angry. And he’s searching for something.
