Simon, Looking For Baz In The Catacombs, Casting Finding Spells: Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!

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use the tears that fall on your paper to blend together the colors and shades to create a beautiful masterpiece

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i stopped drawing for so long that i kinda lost muscle memory so i decided to do some tracing exercises to get that hand/eye coordination back, but then i became inspired by this art and i got creative with it

This is super random, but I loooove your blog aesthetic (the mobile version, haven't check how it looks in a computer) the way your banner, profile pic and main color match

omg this is literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me <3 i literally just used a color palette photo extractor to figure out the perfect colors that matched my header lmao 

❝You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.❞ -Carry On, Rainbow Rowell

i’ve always loved the sun/moon aspect of simon and baz’s relationship. they were complete opposites yet so similar. “because we match.” i’ve had this drawing lingering at the forefront of my mind for quite a while and i knew i had to illustrate it. the biggest problem for me is being afraid of not having the drawing live up to the expectations i’ve had of it in my mind, but i’m quite (read as ‘very’) satisfied with how this turned out. watch me make this my phone wallpaper. 

baz is looking a little grey, and simon’s hair is a bit browner than i intended, but nonetheless, this is completed. done. this is it, chief. 

do not repost on tumblr at all, and without credit on IG, please!

I just want Viktor Nikiforov to wink at me

Carry On Alternative Ending:

It's the Summer before Eighth year again. Baz isn't kidnapped by numptites. The visitings never happen. The political climate is deteriorating as is Simon's and Baz's relationship. Simon and Agatha are still together.

Needless to say, nothing in Carry On happens.

The year goes on as the ones before it, and before they know it, Simon and Baz are having their big fight. Simon has Baz on the ground, and he's holding his swordtip over Baz's heart. Simon can't read his face, though there's a tear slipping down Baz's face. A few feet away, on either sides of Simon and Baz are Penny, Agatha, Dev, and Niall.

"Do it," Baz says.

Simon grimaces, his brow furrowed. He looks troubled. Baz can't understand why. "I never wanted it to come to this."

Simon brings his sword down through Baz's chest.

"I love you," Baz says at the same time that Simon says "I'm sorry."

Simon drops his sword, and collapses onto the ground, just as the sun falls beneath the horizon. Before he knows what's happening, the ground is spinning out from below him and he feels as if he's being taken somewhere.

He opens his eyes and comes face to face with a 15 year old Baz.

They've been granted a second chance.

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“Look, I don’t know how the concept of privacy operates in your head, but my sexuality is my business. I don’t know what possessed you to discuss it and apparently work through my sexuality with Bunce, but-”

“Your sexuality?” Simon asked, stupidly.

I rolled my eyes. “No, the Queen’s.”

His eyebrows seem to furrow impossibly deeper.

❝You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.❞

fun fact! i made this like a month ago when i first saw the carry on countdown prompts and couldn’t help myself from making it and posting it a month earlier, but here we are, again! i added the pisces and cancer constellation into their hair respectively bc i thought it’d look cool. in case you couldn’t tell, this is for the sun/moon prompt :)

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“artists must suffer for the art, that’s why it’s called ‘pain’ting” -danny devito

this took way too fucking long, but i’m determined to get better at digital art since i’m disproportionately better at traditional art, namely watercolor. regardless, please enjoy this portrait of my favorite disaster gay vampire wizard boy. i don’t know exactly how long this took, but a rough estimate would be t o o f u c k i n g l o n g. i shall now go back to eagerly awaiting to hold wayward son in my cold, clammy hands, thank you, friends. :)