I'm disturbed. Ask anyone

philologist/bartender

[leecheedoodles]

Currently obsessed with the Simon Snow trilogy and couldn’t help but doodle a BUNCH of Simons and Bazes. This batch is based on Carry On, the first book in the series :)

[mara-miranda]

Fiona🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[crowsnotvultures]

is this nOT WHAT HAP-

[morganite-illo]

Crowley, Snow.  I’m way too excited for AWTWB

[doublebraide]

Messed around with some more brushes

[thisistoomarch]

I'm sorry, but BAZ

(Or Dmitri Pisarenko in 1991s Tsar Ivan the Terrible)

[vkelleyart]

WARNING: WAYWARD SON SPOILERS (Trigger warning: blood)

“I hold on for dear life.” — Baz, Wayward Son by @rainbowrowell

I know a few iterations of this scene have circulated already—my timing is awful. But I loved this moment so much, and the image of Simon fighting through his wounds to save Baz’s life wouldn’t leave me alone until I drew it. ❤️

[weremagnus]

He gets to the end of the ramparts, but instead of stopping, he leaps up on top of the wall, then out over the moat - just takes a running jump off the building! And doesn’t fall! He floats out over the moat and lands on the other side. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I’m reading Wayward Son right now and it has inspired me to dig out all the sequences I sketched out from Carry On. Hoping to finish them all in the next few months! (And then proceed onto some Wayward Son art :O )

[thisistoomarch]

amazing

[rainbowrowell]

[thisistoomarch]

*heavy breathing*

[thisistoomarch]

Yes, I really do like drawing hands

[a-court-of-queerness-and-joy]

Repost-snowbaz with floral patterns

[carryonmybloodylovelies]

Look at the smol gay beans. Aren’t they adorable

[thisistoomarch]

This is so cute i just can't

[vkelleyart]

One last set for 2018. A retrospective of sorts with a promise of wonderful things to come in 2019. :)

Last January, I never could have dreamed that the year would end this way - with new friends, a new fandom, and a seemingly endless impulse to create. I can’t overstate how grateful I am for all of it, and all of you.

Thank you so much for being here. To my fellow artists and writers, thank you for sharing your gifts and inspiring me to be better. And to @rainbowrowell, thank you for being a lightworker and bringing stories into the world that fill us up with magic.

*raises a glass* Here’s to endings and beginnings and all the ways we change each other for the better. Happy New Year, everyone! 

[minyard-03]

Wymack: Neil don’t talk to the reporters if you are gonna say something stupid aga- where is he?

The foxes: he left

Neil:

[thisistoomarch]

My attempt to draw something Baz-like. So, flames (and my shitty handwriting)

[thisistoomarch]

is it just me or is Joshua Shea a perfect Simon?

[carcino-giovanna]

(Carcino Giovanna)

It was inevitable and I warned you that I was going to write a SnowBaz song in Baz’s point of view

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me unveil a story that I will never tell Let me send myself into flames again Let him get some sleep Some peace from prophecies that fill his mind Like lies fill mine Free his mind Like he frees mine

It’s hopeless, that I know In fact, that’s the operative word, He brings me to the constellations, Constantly better than expectations If I’m built for hate, he’s built for love, And if he is so much, I’m not enough,

CHORUS Sing me a swan’s song, Wrap me up in gold, For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow We might just be the heirs of war, But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold As cold as snow

And as the temperatures run higher, We’ll find what we desire My heart built like catacombs, How to get out no one knows, As we stay alive, Do you see everyday I’m dying over you?

CHORUS

Sing me a swan’s song, Wrap me up in gold, For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow We might just be the heirs of war, But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold As cold as snow

I’m drawn to fire and the things that burn me most, I’m drawn to you like a shadow to a ghost, And life goes on, We carry on Life goes on We carry on.

CHORUS

Sing me a swan’s song, Wrap me up in gold, For the monster’s in love with Simon Snow We might just be the heirs of war, But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold As cold as snow

[mintaero]

anything i ever make and/or do will never amount to the level of perfection this song is

[m-ikrokosmos]

a little doodle (that totally got out of hand) based on @prouveaire ‘s twitter convo with @sallygreenhalfbad​

[sallygreenhalfbad]

Thanks for doing this great strip - and so quickly! Love it.