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Hi! It's Annie. I draw fanarts, teach 6th graders and fall asleep reading fanfics. 🏳️🌈.
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Hi, all! I know I just posted WIP Wednesday BUT. i immediately went on and wrote damn near a thousand more words, including some that consumed me whole
I’m feeling so motivated and proud and utterly destroyed by my own creation, that I mentioned to the discord server about wanting to post six sentence sunday already.
Yall were super nice and said you’d read whenever, so here it is! thank you very much @roomwithanopenfire for suggesting Thwip Thursday!
Without further ado, here is some of my 2025 COBB!
since i’m not limiting myself to six sentences, here is some Simon pov this go around:
Merlin, that used to drive me mad. His voice in the mornings. Baz’s voice dropped before mine, that wanker. Always just two steps ahead of me. Two steps ahead and two inches taller.
One year, we came back after summer and Baz’s voice was deeper. Gravelly in the mornings. I didn’t notice it as much at first. By breakfast it was normal. Well, deeper than normal—it was the new normal. But first thing in the morning? Crowley it is rough and scratchy. I was jealous. I wanted my voice to be deeper. To sound like rocks crumbling under the relentless force of a waterfall when I first wake up. I wanted anything he had that I didn’t.
and here is the Baz pov that is destroying me:
To top it off, Snow was staring when I woke up. I cannot get a single moment of repose. He’s always there. Watching, staring. It’s nowhere near as bad as fifth year, but still awful. I won’t survive this. Him. I stare with longing, subtly, as to not get caught. He stares, unabashed, with overt hatred.
BAZ STARES DISCREETLY WITH LOVE
SIMON STARES OBVIOUSLY WITH HATREDWHY MUST I WOUND MYSELF SO
tags under the cut (thank you guys for putting up with this for a second day):
Baz: *exists*
Simon:
Yesssss
Baz: *exists*...Simon: