ā¢ hi im felix idk what to put in a pinned post. also idk how to write fanfic but i sure can try
ā¢ ftm, gay, mega yapper and obsessed with snowbaz, mainly baz
ā¢ mostly snowbaz fanfic, reblogs, diary posts, and maybe some occasional art
ā¢ semi-nsfw minors beware
ā¢ current fic im working on:
This Place Will Become Your Tomb
Chapters: 1/? incomplete
Baz writes in a diary and Simon is obsessed with finding it. cannon-divergent watford au, song references, angst/comfort, unreliable narrator, timeline jumps.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You won't believe it, but in the year of our common era 2026, I have opened not one, not two, but three fics that have never before been published. Have I done substantive work on them besides opening the file and then closing it again? Maybe! Maybe not! Don't worry your pretty little head about that! Progress, not perfection.
Also no! It's not Sunday! I'm not a perfectionist okay! I'm getting the party started early!
Below the cut, tags and 3 snippets, one for each fic, because I'm feeling luxurious.
FIC 1, which I'm calling Simon Out Loud (this is the rewriting the "not a date" scene from canon where Simon watches Baz read books he stole from the library. It's not very original, which I think is kind of the fun of it--more of a revision of a couple scenes from canon. Is this still worth publishing/reading? You tell me.) (no really please tell me):
The first few places we checked in Covent Garden looked promising, by which I mean full of dead-eyed people who seemed too interested in looking Baz up and down, but I think they were just Normal clubs.Ā
At one of them, with rainbow flags lining the wall, we actually got swept up on the dance floor before we could make sure it wasnāt the right place. Vampires can be gay too, you know.Ā
I thought I was going to lose Baz in the crowd, so I grabbed his hand again and he must have felt the same way because he didnāt shake me off.
FIC 2, which I'm calling Three Scoops (you should never take me seriously, you must know this by now):
Suddenly, Simonās whole demeanor changes. Normally, heās very Golden Retriever. I mean literallyāheās all big eyes and golden and curly-headed. Maybe more like a golden doodle. (I love dogs!) But right now heās more like one of those pointing dogs thatās spotted a duck or something. Ramrod straight and at attention. Itās at odds with his surfer-dude vibesāI think he literally surfs in his free time, based on some comments he made and his muscles and the freckles.
I had been about to ask him if he was dating anyone, and then work my way around to if his friend Penny was dating anyoneāshe was in the shop when I interviewed and in that five minutes I learned sheās super smart and a little terrifying and also completely adorable. (I donāt think I should tell her that last one.) (Yet.)Ā
But now Simonās on alert and definitely not paying enough attention for me to be able to dig for answers.
āWhat is it?ā I say.Ā
āCustomers,ā he says grimly.
FIC 3, and let's just call this one MBFMW:
"Um, hello?" he says to me.
āBlue,ā I say dreamily.
āBlue?ā he asks, confused.
I clear my throat. āI mean, do you need help?ā
He smiles at me and goddammit, heās got a dimple. I definitely must have cast a spell. Or someone did. āProbably,ā he says, smiling at me on the floor. āBut I feel like I should be asking you that.ā
Have you opened and then closed any word docs recently that you want to mention? It's not too late!
You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
Don't Get Me Wrong [M, 9.6k]Ā by @fiend-for-culture /Ā fiend-for-culture (caspian)
Baz overhears Simon and Penny working on Penny's eighth year spell. Determined not to let Baz steal Penny's spell, Simon hits Baz with a short term memory wiping charm, but Simon's magic being what it is... well, he does a bit more damage than he intended to.
And Baz is just grateful the Mage banned the internet at Watford.
Yoo Snowvians. Looking for fic recs š want some "Shepard gets lore dumped" fics šš silly or serious, anything really. Id just looooove seeing Shepards reaction to knowing WHO and WHAT hes befriended ajd all the CRAZY stuff that happened to them. If theres annextra sprinkle of "crazy shit happens and Simon+Pennelope act nonchalant about it". Really love them showing their protag sick of this shit energy lol
a guy walks in with two puncture wounds on his neck like āu should see the other guyā and then a vampire walks in covered in those cartoony lipstick kiss marks
Tonight I got my backup pack of cigarettes and lighter out of the drawer where theyāre stowed away in my new apartment, and sat on the balcony in the rain staring at them.
Willing myself to put them away, or to light a spark. Willing myself to make a decision.
Wash away five months of progress in one night? For some semblance of control when it feels like the world is in shambles around me.
I sat there grasping at the seams of the crushed box, wondering if it was worth it.
Feeling quite like a flimsy, tattered paper box myself.
Folding under the weight of my reality. The reality I chose to face head on.
No more cushion to fall back on when things get too hard.
I closed the box and gently placed it back in the drawer, tucked away in the corner.
Moving is so exhausting I never want to move ever again iām suddenly very acutely aware of how autistic I am and how it affects every single facet of my life and my routines are GONE and I want everything to just go BACK TO NORMAL please but thereās no normal anymore because I can hear the interstate from inside my apartment this was a huge oversight on my part but at least I can afford it.
simon - favorite cake flavor is chocolate so i think it's safe to say the same for ice cream. they like chcolate ice cream
penny - idk why but im feeling blackberry.
baz - tells people its some shit like earl grey or black sesame but his favorite is actually cookies and cream.
agatha - vanilla :) which is not me calling her boring ok vanilla is a beautiful flavor and one of the top ice cream flavors of all time for a reason
shep - seems like a strawberry guy. OR mint chocolate chip (not an insult either. im neutral on mint chocolate but he seems like he would enjoy it and defend it with his life)
niamh - coffee?? idk her that well but i think she would like coffee
lucy - butter pecan girl :)
davy/the mage - pistachio...? tbh it's because of the color lol
malcolm - like his son, he tells people his favorite is some niche, fancy sounding flavor. but it's chocolate.
daphne - seems like a lemon ice cream kind of lady
natasha - i think she'd like vanilla and when people call it a boring flavor she'd go on about the history and complexities of the flavor and how it actually isn't basic or simple at all and anyone who thinks that probably hasn't tried real vanilla etc etc etc
Another lovely wip Wednesday, another excerpt from my smut fic
āBecause you would know? As if youāve ever seen me naked. As if my anatomy makes me any less of a man.ā
āThatās notāI didnāt mean it like that. Iām sorry. I just. Iām not good with this stuff. What I mean is I didnāt expect this, when I imagined you naked.ā
Did he just apologize? This is a fever dream. Iām so overwhelmed with lust I canāt keep my thoughts in a line. My foggy mind is going into overdrive. The little gay people that control my brain are running around, blaring alarms and shouting āSimon! Simon! Simon!ā
Iām panicking. I am severely gay and devastatingly panicked. This knowledge breaks every law of the universe Iāve come to know. Every natural law weāve learned in school is suddenly unjustified. The sentence āSimon Snow is straightā has always been undoubtedly true, Iāve relied on that known fact like a mantra.
Until now.
He said he imagined me naked. Me. Naked. Snow has imagined it before. I almost come just from the thought.
āWarm-up complete. Time.ā I hear the umpire say through the speakers. My hands are jittery with nerves. Itās time. āGrimm-Pitch to serve. Love-all. Playā
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Told through a series of matches that helped define the blossoming careers and the secret life of the two new greatest tennis players of our generation: T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch and Simon Snow Salisbury.
oh my! we're gonna be timeless [G, 1/?]Ā by @bazsbffĀ / bazsbff
āWe can change the bathroom, Baz, we canāt extend the garden!ā
āIām just trying to think logically! Why would we need a back garden anyway?ā
āUmā¦ where would our dog piss? Where would our kids play?āĀ Kids.
Simon wants kids.
I mean, heās never said. Weāve never really discussed it before.
I keep my composure, but he gives me a look regardless.
āSimon we donāt have children, or a dog,ā Snow crosses his arms.
Or, a decade of snippets of Simon and Baz's life together.
