#all my mutuals are Simon Snow mutuals

[yellobb]

I went from 0 Good Omens mutuals to 2 today and I’m feeling very emo about it 🥹❤️

[c0nsumemy5oul]

I will never get over the fact that I have tumblr celebrities in my notes

[deblklesb]

[Phantoms of Past — Abby x Reader]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, Christmas themed, br!reader, angsty, MDNI]

a/n: well, is this late for Christmas? yes. but do i care? also yes bc i'm paranoid and have some need to make stuff on time, so imagine my despair when i couldn't finish this. but i ALSO know that I'm doing my best, and for that i have to pat my own back. anyway, this is for my brazilian besties out there!!!

cw: reader is brazilian, usage of phrases in pt-br with the translation after and between parenthesis, owen mentioned (this man is a cw by himself idc this is not a owen appreciated blog), mutual pinning, Abby understands portuguese and even talks some. let me know if i forgot something.

not proof read | word count: 3,274

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

While you drive through the recently cleaned streets of the neighborhood you grew up, thanking the heavens that it stopped snowing for now, the radio plays a seasonal song and your murmur along. The traffic on the main roads were chaotic, almost as congested as your uncle's arteries, but now the decorated rooftops and doorsteps replaced the headlights on your peripheral vision. In front of a house stood a snowman, or at least his body stripped of arms and face.

You park in front of a house with simple adornments and flashers around the main door, a LED deer standing next to it and a small table with fake cookies and milk on top. All the energy was so reminiscent of the years you'd spend a whole day decorating the house with your mom, mainly inside, just so your father and sister could take care of the outside. Now that you both were grown and away, the couple occupied itself with the house interior and resumed the exterior with a simple approach. It never failed to take a smile from you, though, especially seeing the way they would adhere to simple things just because it looked cute, even if it had nothing to do with their native traditions.

Coming from Brasil, for the first part of your life you had hot weather and sunny days on Christmas. Maybe a night of rain, but never snow. Fireworks and catholic mass were on the list, but your parents went just to go along with the rest of the family and friends. They weren't religious, so in the end Christmas was simply another holiday, but with presents and - as all the other holidays - a family gathering. The main difference now was that you were studying in another city, becoming one of the absent relatives; you know, the ones that mainly go home for the holidays and vacations. It wasn't bad, but they definitely missed you a lot and the feeling was mutual.

Using your key to get in, the sounds of Simone’s “Então É Natal” (“And So It Is Christmas”), a brazilian holiday song, hit you immediately. You chuckle, taking off your boots and coats. From the front corridor the ornamented tree is visible, carrying innumerous lights and details. There's probably not a single empty wall, the seasonal decoration filling every inch of your field of vision.

“There she is!” Your father shouts as you appear in the living room smiling. The man goes into your direction with open arms, holding you tight. You smell that same cologne he wears since you can remember anything, and along with the warmth of the house, it truly feels like home. Some of the tension from university and work just falls on the carpet, leaving your body to receive all the good things inside that place.

“Carlos, you'll smash our child and I cannot have another one”, your mom yells somewhere from the kitchen direction, making you laugh.

“I can get another one anywhere, Marília”, he finally lets go, an arm around your shoulders. “Won't be as nice as this one, though”

“Of course not, she's irreplaceable”, your cousin Felipe says, approaching. “Prima, você tem feito falta!” (“Cousin, you have been missed!”) He holds you sideways with an insane amount of exaggeration, taking an embarrassed chuckle from you. Felipe was a lawyer with a lot of charisma, but inside he was just your cousin that your mom liked a lot. You both used to play together growing up. “From some people, a little too much”, he whispers playfully before running away, not letting you scold him for bringing up something you were not prepared to deal with this earlier, especially when the person implied wasn't even around. Yet.

Your father doesn't seem to notice, now talking with your mom again.

“Hey, Alice”, you wave to Felipe’s wife sitting on the couch, drinking something on a Christmas themed mug.

“Hey, sweetie! How's uni?”

“Tiring”, you shrug. “How about the kids?”

Your name is once again shouted through the house, and as you turn around three kids are running into you. Camila, Jorge e Rayana hold your waist, almost making you fall with a laugh. Camila is the oldest, at five years old, but the others are at the age of three. They're simply the most precious people in that family.

“Meus pestinhas!” (“My little brats!”) You start messing their hairs and pinching their ears playfully.

“Eu perdi um dente, olha!” (“I lost a tooth, look!”) Camila smiles widely, showing the first little window on her mouth.

“Ela tá ficando banguela e feia” (“She's getting toothless and ugly”) Jorge points out, and by Camila's reaction this isn't a new saying.

“Well, that's too bad. Because you'll get toothless and ugly too, just wait a few years”, Rayana and Camila laugh as the boy pouts at your response, looking at their mom.

“Vamo, vamo, abram espaço. Preciso abraçar minha filha” (Come on, come on, clear the way. I need to hug my daughter) Your mom’s voice finally reached the living room before her arms were wrapped around your torso. It's warm and familiar, you've missed her so much.

“Oi, mãe” (“Hey, mom”)

“Você tá tão magrinha, filha. Aposto que não anda comendo direito na correria, né?” (“You're so skinny, child. I bet you haven't been eating well in all the rush, right?”) The caressing she does on your back is reassuring, and by that you can tell you're going back with bowls filled with food. “Sua irmã vai chegar só mais tarde, seu pai vai buscar ela na estação” (“Your sister will arrive just later, your father will pick her up on the station”)

“When will uncle Jerry get here? He said he would get me new crayons”, Rayana mumbles while playing with one of the numerous ornaments on the lit up tree.

You try not to react to what that phrase implies, going with your mom to the kitchen to busy your hands and your mind with something else. She would probably kick you out of there soon anyway, she never liked having other people in the kitchen with her unless very necessary. But the need to act normal, smile and not think about family friends coming over it's bigger than the prospect of being scolded out of a room.

While the conversation continues in the living room and the song plays to never leave an empty place in your audition, you hover around the place talking with your mom about the neighborhood news and her routines in the morning walks group. It's comforting to know about what's going on, even if it doesn't really affect your life.

You help her cut the bread to make rabanadas (french toasts), looking forward to finally eating them. It's one of your favorite things of this season, even though you could actually find it anywhere at any time of the year. But the memories of having a plate of those on the supper table, covered in sugar and cinnamon, it's one of your favorites. So you're dividing your attention between the chore of slicing the bread and listening to your mom speaking, when a name being yelled in the living room catches your ear and you almost cut the tip of your thumb.

It's Jorge’s voice. “Abby!”

It's a blessing your mom didn't notice it, but now you have a bigger motive to stay inside the kitchen and never leave it.

No matter how much your mother talked, or the music filled the air, or the people in the other room got into different conversations within the group; her voice seemed louder than any other thing to you. You would swear she was next to the table you had the cutting board on, chatting with the children and playing with them.

You could swear you could listen to her whispering to you about lonely nights and missing pieces of a puzzle.

“Tia!” (“Auntie!”)

Your mom stops speaking just to turn around and look into the tall woman's direction. “Abigail!” Her comforting, mothering arms hold the strong torso, and the blonde needs to be in a not very straight posture to fully embrace your mom. What could you say, hightness wasn't in your family's genes.

“One of these days you'll be able to carry me around, with how big and strong you're getting!” And they both laugh as if Abby didn't live at the end of the block and they saw each other constantly.

All the while, you're trying to avoid the upcoming, inevitable moment. Your eyes glue on the bread, but you're not really looking at it. They're talking but you can't decipher the words, just assimilate the sweet voice making your cells tremble in vibrations. Cutting another piece, and another, then another, then-

“Puta que pariu-” (“Motherfucker-”), a drop of blood falls onto the cutting board when you pull your hand away, thumb red and hurting.

“What happened?” Your mom asks, concern in her voice.

“I cut my finger”, the running water of the sink makes the wound sting when you put the finger under it, the blood keeps coming out.

“I can take care of that if you need to”, Abby says, making you look directly at her for the first time of the night.

And you have to give the lack of air to the pain. You have to, because otherwise you would be admitting that looking at her takes your breath away.

“Yeah, Abby is working as a nurse in a school now. I bet she's used to this type of thing”, Marília goes to the cutting board, taking the pieces you've cut already.

There's nowhere to run over this. What will you say, that you don't want her to take care of your wound? That you can't be next to her, orelse all the coherent thoughts in your mind will fade away, leaving room for her voice? That your fingers ache to touch her?

You look to your still bleeding finger under the open faucet, then to the tall, blonde woman again. And while your mother wasn't looking, you both had a silent conversation about something, everything. She could see the doubt in your eyes, but you could see the pleads in hers.

“Sure, I think it wouldn't be much…” You try to smile, finally turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wrapp around your finger.

You both go upstairs, she tells you how there was a first aid kit in the bathroom and your stomach jumps at the realization that she knew your house more than yourself probably. Looking forward at all times and trying not to pay too much attention to her careful hand touching your arm like she was guiding you around the place.

“Go to your room, I’ll take the kit”, and you don’t even look at her to see how she was looking at you. You don’t know how that hurt her, mainly because you’re trying to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

The room is just like you always leave it after the breaks, bed neatly covered and books on the shelves. Some stuffed animals that you couldn’t bear to donate were aligned on a shelf next to a poster of a band you liked, the black and red contrasting with the creamy colors of a small giraffe. You saw the table where once you were pressed against, the lamp giving a soft light on the room as you felt a pair of lips so close to yours after all those years of yearning and silent pining.

“Okay, let’s give this a look” she was back using that voice, the one for the workplace. Tender, but firm; like she was trying to be secure, but reassuring.

Abby pulled the chair next to the table so she could sit in front of you, her knees together between your separated legs as she carefully took your hand and unwrapped the towel. Crimson drops started to flow down your finger, and the blonde woman never took the blue eyes away from the cut.

The distance wasn’t enough. Her scent would haunt the bedroom all night, making you dream about her just like it happened before, during your late school years, when she came to spend the day and left you numb and daydreaming. Her touches were so gentle, featherlight.

“It wasn't that bad, we can handle it”, she muttered like she was talking to one of the students from the school she worked at. “So, how's college?”

“It's okay, I guess”, with eyes glued on your own hand, you tried not to notice her thighs too much. “I've been working my ass off to write a paper while keeping up with classes and the monitoring thing”

“You'll get this, I'm sure”, you looked up just in time to see a smirk on her lips, but then returned to look down again before being trapped on that hypnotizing expression. “After all, you've always been very good with your words”

“It was easier in school, though”

“It always is”, she cuts the bandage before wrapping your finger with it. “But that's the thing, right? We start to realize how school was maybe easier, but then again, would you rather be back?”

“Oh, fuck no”, you chuckle as she finishes the curative. “I wouldn't change this for that”

“Yeah”, you finally look up more confident, meeting her indescribable expression. “I would change some things, actually”

“Like what?” You're just keeping the conversation, just trying to let it flow well enough for it to be bearable. You surely weren't expecting the next phrase.

“I wouldn't have dated Owen”, she sighs.

Owen was Abby's boyfriend. They started dating in the last year of school, and looked very much in love, for your displeasing. He wasn't a bad guy per se, but the fact that you already had a crush on Abby made you think that your feelings towards him were totally based on jealousy. So every single thing you had to say about him would be shoved down your throat immediately, and you'd just smile and nod to your friend anytime she mentioned him. You told her he was nice - couldn't bring yourself to say more than that - and supported their relationship with the most painful role in that whole story: the best friend with an unrequited crush.

By fall you found out she and Owen had broken up. Right after…

“Why is that?” Her eyes wander from the quilt to your hands, then back to your face. They were so beautiful, you could spend the rest of the night admiring them. Or the way her hair would fall around her face with soft lines, how her freckles were so attractive to the touch, especially on her arms.

“Don't think I was really into him… At least not in the right way”, Abby was the one not looking at you now, almost more interested in putting the stuff back on the kit box. “I could've been honest with him… And with you”

“Abby-”

“That's fine…” She shrugged. “He was a little bit of a dumbass anyway”

Silence falls around you both, filling the room with an emptiness.

The image of them both in your living room, last Christmas, haunts your mind as soon as you remember how you knew nothing and was too caught up in your own thoughts at the time. The way she laughed at his jokes, making your stomach turn as you smiled politely. Or how you saw them kissing next to the coat holder by the front door, and all the food you ate wanted to come back in awful bitterness.

You never told anyone. Never said a word, as always, rather keeping the green feeling on the back of your mind in order to not do something stupid - like being rude or start crying.

But then, you came home for the summer break. You dad was making barbecues in the backyard, you mom decorated the house with all the stuff your cousin brought from Brasil on his last trip, and you'd listen to pagode in the living room while the kids were playing and running, waiting for the meat to be properly roasted so they could finally eat.

Internally, you were ready to deal with that same gut-rotting feeling all over again. The plan was to sustain the fake expression until the time allowed you to pull the tiredness card on everyone and go to your room to watch some old telenovela.

Abby showed up alone, greeting everyone as usual. And when she looked at you, you could swear that was something in her eyes that could make you shiver. How she took your figure in before hugging you, how she held you so tight and for a little bit longer. How she was always trying to be next to you. You couldn't decipher, though, and the whole day went by mixing the confusion of her being without Owen and not even mentioning his name, and the rush of being that close to her again.

That night, in your room, she kissed you. Right there, where you were sitting now, she held your face between your hands and your skin shivered, while her lips touched yours.

You waited for years. Kissing her was probably one of the only things you wanted to do every time she was around, flesh craving hers. And it finally happened… But she had a boyfriend.

So you never talked about it again. You went back to college and texted her less and less.

“Abby, Abby, Abby!” A childish voice came from the corridor, the door opened to show Rayana. “Come here, I need your help to defeat Jorge and papai” (dad)

“Okay, I'll be there in a second!” The blonde smiled before the girl ran back downstairs. “Well, it seems like a have a duty”

“Can't let her down, she'll never forgive you”, you both chuckled while she got out of the room, first to leave the kit back in the bathroom and then to go to the living room again.

Sighing, you laid back on the mattress. Just like that summer night, you were alone in your room trying to collect your feelings about an interaction with Abby. Heart beating fast and a familiar warmth on your chest, wanting to curse every single entity for putting you in this position.

You came down maybe 15 minutes later, mask back on to decorate your face with a smile. You saw the tall woman on the mat with the younger children on top of her, attacking her while laughs filled the place.

“Okay, okay, saiam de cima da Abigail” (“Get off of Abigail”) Your mom didn't have to say it twice before they were sitting next to her. “Abigail, I need a favor. Remember that bowl I lent to you last week?”

“Sure”, her arms seemed stronger now that she was supporting herself on the elbows. Why was she so gorgeous?

“I need you to get it for me, darling”

“Okay, I got it”, Abby got up and immediately went grabbing her coat again.

And you were about to go back to the kitchen to make yourself useful, but it couldn't be that easy.

“Filha, vai com ela. Está nevando bastante, não é bom dirigir sozinha nesse tempo” (“Daughter, go with her. It's snowing a lot, it isn't good to drive alone in the weather”)

“Oh, it's not necessary-” She really tried, but your mom wouldn't take a negative answer.

“I'm not asking, you won't go alone!”

You nod and start putting on heavy clothes. It was okay, all good. You both would get in the house, grab the bowl, and get back in no time. It would be fine.

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

[superherokisser]

my f/o list :D

ok so bolded means i’m uncomfortable sharing them but it is (probably) ok if we are mutuals/friends and if you have them as a platonic/familial f/o!!!

also it is a long ass list😭 i have a lot of love to give. alssooo group tag for all my kids is kiddos <3 bc im lazy and some f/os i feel rlly strong about and some are just for fun yk!!!

-lloyd garmadon from ninjago (it’s complicated but i love him dearly)

-michael afton from fnaf (romantic) tag: terchael <3

-henry emily from fnaf (parental figure/dad)

-espresso cookie from crk/cookie run (romantic) tag: esence <3

-jeremy fitzgerald from blueycapsules/fnaf (romantic) tag: jerence <3

-thoma from genshin impact (romantic) tag: teroma <3

-aether from genshin impact (romantic) tag: terraether <3

-sammy from my mind/oc (kid/familial) 

-gregory from fnaf (kid/familial)

-charlie/charlotte emily from fnaf (sister/familial)

-maven calore from the red queen series (romantic)

-alex from stardew valley (romantic)

-christopher lightwood from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-princess peach from nintendo (platonic)

-peggy carter from marvel (romantic) tag: every girl has her rose <3

-daniel sousa from marvel’s agent carter (queerplatonic)

-logan howlett from marvel (romantic) tag: logence <3

-natasha romanoff from marvel (platonic)

-diana prince from dc (platonic, maybe romantic??)

-pepper potts from marvel (platonic)

-sam wilson from marvel (romantic) tag: tersam <3

-steve rogers from marvel (romantic) tag: red white and irish blue <3

-magnus bane from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-apple white from ever after high (queerplatonic) tag: whipped apples <3

-bruce wayne from dc (romantic) tag: batarangs pierced my heart <3

-clark kent from dc (queerplatonic) tag: 💙❤️

-simon lewis/lovelace from the shadowhunter chronicles (queerplatonic i think)

-sharon carter from marvel (platonic/shes my niece technically)

-damian wayne from dc (familial/kid)

-jason todd from dc (familial/kid)

-dick grayson from dc (familial/kid)

-cass(andra) cain from dc (familial/kid)

-barbara gordon from dc (familial/kid)

-steph(anie) brown from dc (familial/kid)

-tim drake from dc (familial/kid)

-duke thomas from dc (familial/kid)

-laura kinney from marvel (familial/kid)

-sue richards/storm from marvel (platonic)

-alfred pennyworth from dc (platonic)

-selina kyle from dc (platonic)

-gabrielle kinney from marvel (grandkid💔)

-patrick bateman from american psycho (romantic) tag: 🎧♥️

-terry mcginnis from batman beyond (familial/kid)

-harper row from dc (familial/kid)

-johnny cade from the outsiders (hes my nephew<3)

-darry curtis from the outsiders (romantic) (fine with sharing but not like. in canon ships yk)

-t’challa from marvel (platonic)

-sodapop curtis from the outsiders (basically my kid/familial)

-ponyboy curtis from the outsiders (basically kid/familial)

-coriolanus snow from the hunger games (romantic) tag: 🖤❄️

-luke fox from dc (platonic)

-lucius fox from dc (platonic)

-mar'i grayson/nightstar from dc/titans (MY GRANDKID!!!!!!!)

-conner kent from dc (nephew)

-jon kent from dc (nephew)

-cassie from fnaf (niece)

-fred from the muppets christmas carol (nephew)

-herb cookie from cookie run (nephew)

-willy wonka from wonka 2023 (nephew)

-cullen row from dc (kid)

-daken akihiro from marvel (kid)

-dex poindexter from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: terdex <3

-abdonis from ringfit adventure (romantic)

-hank hall from titans/dc (platonic)

-dawn granger from titans/dc (platonic)

-karen page from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: 🤍📰

-amora (the enchantress) from marvel (romantic) tag: enchant me with your love <3

-sally jackson from percy jackson (romantic) tag: 💙✏️

-devon cassidy from i met a girl (platonic)

-dinah madani from the punisher/marvel (romantic) tag: terah <3

-amy bendix from marvel/the punisher (kid)

-the uno wild card/+4 uno wild card from uno (romantic)

-ryder page from roblox piggy (romantic)

-zizzy from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-pony from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-the warden from minecraft (romantic)

-the queen from a deck of cards (romantic)

-odysseus from the odyssey and any other media with him in it ig (romantic)

[thatuselesshuman]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thank you for the tag @wyked-ao3

It's always fun to do one of these lol

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I've had a Tumblr account for about 6 months or so but I've only been a 'writeblr' for a couple months.

What led you to create it?

Idk tbh. I kinda just decided that I wanted to share my writing and it led me here.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

All of the creativity is amazing. I'm a whore for lore and world building, and the worlds that y'all come up with are immaculate. I could only hope to think of a world that vast and interesting.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Please ddon't take me seriously. I've said it before and I'll say it again, but I'm not just a clown, I'm the entire circus. The day you take me too seriously (especially as an author) is the death of my whimsy.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Nothing I can really think of. I'm pretty happy with how it is rn lol

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Bloody Hands are Kind and None of Us Heroes are always floating around. They're never not beating my ass with ideas and scenes.

How long have you been working on them?

I've been working of the series component of Bloody Hands are Kind since February, and None of Us Heroes for about 1 and a half months.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

None of Us Heroes started from the Honkai Star Rail brainworms known as Adventurine and Dr Ratio. Their designs and story inspired the two main characters of None of Us Heroes. The series component of Bloody Hands are Kind was basically me shoving a long-standing OC of mine into the Hunger Games universe and praying it would work.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

At least a few hours a day, usually when I'm laying in bed trying to fall asleep. My array of illnesses make falling asleep hard and I find that thinking about my stories makes it easier to forget that I'm not asleep (and therefore hopefully fall asleep).

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

"Whatever the voices command."

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

Meh I say that because I find it funny so idk if I'd change it.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created. Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

OHH LORD THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG LIST. So we got Adrian, Nova, Amarantha, Jack, Cora Beth, Ben Al-Badawi (x3), Jack Collins, William Talt, Blue, Zero, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Azrael (aka Amane), Lucifer, Achlys, Quinn Amsel, Atlas Selic, Michael, Adena, Nakir, Evangeline, Celeste, Saeko, Gabriel, Kaz Anderson, Caspian, Jyn Osaka, Nikolai Sevigny, Cyril, Kylan Whitlock, Kestrel, Leo Valandi, Anaïs, Delph, Laz (short for Lazarus), Neo, Roland, Tobias, Will, Mirwais, Simon Cruz, Conrad, James Blackthorn, Alessandra Snow, Max Foster, Benyamin Safi, Haeyun Sin, and Dante Silvestre. There are more, but I either don't care enough to write them down or I've forgotten their names.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Blue 100%. He's not human and it is not uncommon for his species to be cannibalistic. He's not, but he's still unhinged asf

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Max Foster. He's easy to write because me and him share a lot if similarities.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Oh definitely. A lot of my old characters are cringy.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Dude idk what to tell you, whenever I try and force my characters to do something I hit the biggest writer's block wall I've ever seen.

On Writeblr Engagement

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

YES YES PLEASE ASK ME!! Anyways, I don't really care how you ask (I just want you to ask lol), but if I had to pick it'd either be asks or comments on Ao3. Though ofc I still love questions in any and all forms, even if it's something like making a separate post and tagging me loll.

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I mostly follow people if I think their cool or if I find myself consistently liking their posts as they come across my dash. I don't follow people often tho lol. I only follow abt 20 people I think.

What makes you decide against following?

If their vibes are too negative, if they're super political, if their content doesn't align with something I care about, or if they're super anti something I am. Any combination of those could be the reason I don't follow.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Yes. I think about other people's WIPs and such all of the time. I love stories, what can I say?

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Of course! As I said, I don't follow many people so I don't have many mutuals. I love interacting with different people though, so I'm happy to strike up conversations with random people I find cool!

@moltenwrites @willtheweaver @the-golden-comet @katenewmanwrites @agirlandherquill +open tag

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Things about AWTWB that I forgot about or just noticed for the first time, upon a recent re-listen:

Lady Ruth as an unreliable narrator: “I’m not one to hold grudges” but next page “I would dance on his grave and throw a fiesta and then resurrect him so I could kill him again” (My poor paraphrase) 

Baz, about vampires: “They’re less like murderers - more like sexy bedbugs” 

Baz, about Petra and Sophie: “I thought twins were supposed to be best friends, but all they do is eat jam and butter sandwiches and throw things at each other" (Me, adding to my Jelly Babies notes folder: “Yup, that tracks”)  

Simon (about Baz): “I mean, have a look at him. He’s the most fuckable person alive. Or otherwise” (#facts)

Dev is a PITCH cousin, not a GRIMM fuck me why did I think he was a Grimm sljk;dskljdskjldsaljks

The door knocker for Salisbury House is shaped like a SMILING CYCLOPS (adding to my Rosethorn girl notes folder) 

Simon, to Baz: “I’m not letting you fuck with my face. Although I’m starting to get the feeling you really want to.” Oh-okay, horny boi 

Simon notes like three times in three pages that Smith Smith-Richards is fit like hmmmmmm-kay

Every time Smith Smith-Richards mentions Simon: "I'm not jealous okay I'm a little jealous how is he so hot" they're a li'l mutual admiration club

Simon, to Baz: “I can get one of those poles” (clothes racks) but because of Yuri on Ice!!, my brain went “pole-dancing Simon Snow??” 

Shepherd holds the secret key to being magic even when you don’t speak magic: “The world is magic, and I’m a part of the world.” 

THE GRIMM KIDS HAVE A DOG: “a Tibetan mastiff that they bought when they moved to Oxford.” (In my head canon this dog is named Amblewise, or another name from this list of medieval dog names, THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT)

I continue to have Complicated Feelings about Malcolm Grimm but he is So Soft for Daphne: “He treats her with as much polite tenderness as ever. He dotes on her, in his way. Caters to her every whim without making a show of it.” 

JAMIE knew about the Goats of Watford when none of the folks who actually went to Watford did, besides Niamh, like JKASDJKLDSAJKLSADKLJADSKLADSKLJADSKJL UNCLE JAMBY FOR THE WIN

Penelope Bunce is a Fucking Queen: “Being comforting isn’t one of my core competencies. Breaking people out of towers is.” 

Pippa Stainton is a Goddamn Empress: “I don’t forgive you. I never want to see you again. Tell Simon I say thank you.” 

Simon and Jamie get fucking KFC in a stolen van after the hullabaloo with Smith-Richards and if that’s not nephew-uncle bonding at its finest, I don’t what is 

Miss Christie, the school nurse, is the only person (I think) who basically says to Simon, “I’m sorry for your loss” instead of “The Mage was a flaming sack of shit” 

I’m not crazy… Penny really is a year younger than the rest of them (thought I was mixing this up with Hermione)

LUCY also started Watford a year early fsalkjsadsjlkfsdljkdfs (now I have to go back and fix my timelines for Rosethorn girl, FUCK) 

Just like Lady Ruth, Mitali hoped that Lucy would come out of hiding after the Mage died (just stab me harder in the heart, Rainbow)

I DO really want a fic of bisexual Martin Bunce making bread; I feel like our core competencies overlap in many ways

There are magical swans in Oxford. I bet they r gay

Simon cries when Baz plays the violin 

They're all good dogs, Bront. 16/10 will listen to this audiobook again for like..... the sixth time

[via-the-cryptid]

so......if snow queen was with Simon during his adventure with fionna and cake, three things would happen

Fionna and cake are now added to the hord of children they keep adopting

Betty attempts to murder winter king who has mixed feelings for her

Betty vs candy queen fighting for the hand of simon

The last one is more of something I want to see for chaotic purposes

Fionna and Cake would go fairly differently in my AU, but the basic concept of ‘traversing the multiverse in search of a crown’ would be the same!

Fionna and Cake absolutely get adopted and added to The Collective alongside Marceline, Finn, Jake, and Gunther, who are all very happy to have new siblings (they WILL meet, I swear by the gods I don’t believe in that I will make them be friends). I feel like Fern and Flora are also added to this for some reason? But I have a separate thing for this AU regarding Fern so we won’t get into that right now.

yes, Snow Betty’s immediate reaction upon meeting Wrong Simon, as she calls him, is to try and throw down. which she wins because she’s fucking crazy and therefore has far less reservation in a fight than the guy who likes to think he’s sane. is Winter King still completely insane? yes of course! but Snow Betty is unhinged. she’s well aware that there’s something seriously wrong with her and she’s embracing it, and that is what makes her a bigger threat. plus, Winter King probably underestimates her due to 1. his apparent disregard for his own Betty (calling her ‘the dead one’), and 2. his disregard for people who act ‘crazy’, such as the Candy Queen. WK didn’t seem to think she was a threat until he was literally inches away from getting blended like the smoothie, so I could definitely see him not taking Snow Betty seriously until she’s got a pointed icicle a centimeter from his throat.

as for the third item on our lovely list, Candy Queen and Snow Betty would either mutually bond over their own Simons, ot they would both end up fighting over the superior one (ie, Candy Queen tries to snatch Magic Simon and Snow Betty is having none of it). I think they definitely throw down after Snow Betty has thoroughly curbstomped Winter King, so the fight with CQ is probably what leads to either Snow Betty or Magic Simon realizing ‘oh somebody’s offloading a curse onto you aren’t they’. after that they’re able to fix it with Magic Simon’s abilities (yes I know that seems beyond his scope of power, but the Fionna and Cake arc takes place after a Certain Other Event that I really need to make a post about at some point, which will explain the whole thing).

[norah-posts]

'Thanks for the whiskey.'

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Mactavish!fem!reader

Summary: It's not the first time Simon has been invited to spend the holidays with your family. He's been best friends with Johnny, your brother, for a long time, and having him around now and then is something you've grown used to. It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't developed a thing for you over time. And you had a massive crush on him too, even if he was older than you and everybody sad about him that he was cold-hearted. Because he wasn't! He had a gentle side only just for you. And he willingly showed more of him on that cold night.

NSFW - mutual pinning, drinking alcohol, smut, pet names, light choking, squirting, p in v, fingering, flirting, kissing, praise kink

Wc: 4,6k

******

You couldn’t sleep when Simon was in the house. His room was next to yours and the walls were thin between them. You could hear every nose from his room through the walls. Every sigh, every cough and every move what he took on his bed, making the weak furniture creaking under him.

’’I know you’re there,” Simon murmured, his honey eyes following your silhouette in the dim moonlight as you joined him in the backyard. ’’Can’t sleep either?”

’’Just like you,” you smirked at him and sat down next to him.

’’It seems we always end up spending a few late night hours together for some strange reason,” Simon murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle, eyes wandering over the horizon. The stars were out tonight and they appeared brighter thanks to the fresh snow fall. ’’A drink?” he offered, reaching for a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses underneath the patio table beside his chair. The tablecloth having been used to protect it from the snow storm earlier.

’’It seems you were expecting me,” you smirked at him as you watched him pouring the whiskey into the two of them, passing one to you. You couldn’t help but your eyes wandered around his big and veiny hands, and thank God he handed the glass, keeping your face straight from your thoughts.

You took a sip from it. The whiskey was strong, it burned your throat and you needed to cough a little to not spit it out. ’’This is too strong.” You wiped your lips and looked up at him with a teasing smirk. ’’You want me to get drunk?”

’’The question is whether or not you can handle your drinks,” Simon teased, taking a slow sip of the whiskey in his glass before turning to regard you with his piercing brown eyes, one eyebrow raising. ’’I suppose I could teach you how to drink properly,” he continued after a short moment of silence.

He gave you a small smile and a wink of his eyes, the smile lingering on his lips for a few seconds before disappearing into a neutral expression as he took another sip of his whiskey.

’’Drink properly?” you scoffed and took another sip as you shook your head slightly. ’’I can drink, don’t worry. It’s just not good for my legs.”

’’Why?” Simon inquired curiously as his gaze wandered over your legs for a few seconds before meeting your eyes again, his expression shifting from curiosity to a slight smile. ’’Do your legs get shaky when you get drunk?”

’’No. They spread,” you replied and held his piercing gaze while you took another sip from your glass.

Simon seed a bit suprised, his eyes widening as a smirk formed on his lips and he let out a small chuckle. He turned to face you fully as his attention was completely focused on you, his eyes on your lips when you took another sip of the whiskey. ’’I was expecting a more innocent answer.”

’’Innocent,” you muttered under your breath with a small nod as you leaned back against your chair. ’’What about you? How does the alcohol affect you?”

Simon let out a deep breath before answering your question. ’’Alcohol doesn’t affect me at all. As a matter of fact, I could drink this whole bottle right now without feeling a damn thing.”

You shifted your weight on your chair, leaning closer to him. ’’If it hasn’t affect you,” you started as you glanced at the bottle on the patio table and back at Simon. ’’Then why do you drink?”

’’I suppose I just enjoy the taste,’’ he answered calmly as he took another sip from his glass, watching you as you leaned towards him. „Don’t get any ideas,” he teased, placing his glass down on the table and leaning forward to move your hair behind your ear. His fingers touched your cheek for a moment. It felt like electricity ran around underneath your skin, sending a shiver along your spine and you couldn’t help but bited down your lower lip as your eyes met with his gaze. ’’But you’re a little too close.”

His warning woke you up, keeping you sober from your thoughts. Even if you and him were friends, he was still distant sometimes. Just like right now.

’’Sorry,” you muttered as you leaned back against your chair, looking away from him and studying the snowy and dark backyard as you took another sip from the whiskey to calming down your nerves.

Simon let out a small, amused chuckle as he straightened his back once again. ’’No need to be sorry,” he replied, resting his elbows on his knees and letting his gaze wander over your exposed neck. ’’Just don’t get too comfortable,” he teased again, his eyes landing on you once again with that same smirk before. ’’Or I might do something stupid.”

’’I tought the alcohol doesn’t affect you,” you grinned teasingly as you glanced at him for a moment and then back at the dark landscape, watching the snowing. But you could feel his gaze on you, it burned your skin, making feel goosebumps underneath your coat.

’’It might not affect me as much as it does with normal people,” Simon chuckled lightly. ’’But it sure as hell makes me feel things,” he confessed, letting his eyes wander over you and your snow-capped hair. The snow made you almost look ethereal in the moon light. ’’Like wanting to take you right here, right now.”

You were preparing to take a sip from your glass, but you stopped. You were shocked. You sat there next to him at the backyard under the snowfall and you couldn’t say anything.

Not even take a breath.

Simon watched you as his words seemed to have left you completely speechles, with your eyes on your whiskey glass, your lips parted slightly as a soft breathing could be heard.

’’I suppose I need to repeat myself,” Simon began, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey and letting out a small smile as he watched you with his piercing eyes. ’’I want you.”

’’I understood it at first,” you nodded and took a sip from your own glass to get more courage for continuing this unbelievable conversation with him.

’’Then would you mind turning around and facing me?” Simon asked, his voice steady but filled with a nervous, excited rush from the whiskey.

You could feel his gaze on you, on your neck. A look of desire and yearning as Simon’s thoughts filled with images of your warm breath against his skin as sthe soft snow fell all around them. ’’I want to see your eyes,” he said.

Oh God. You sighed and turned to him. Your and his knees were pressed at each other, you could feel his warmth beneath his jeans. And even if it was winter, you were overheated. Your heart was pounding so fast in your chest, your lung was tight and it couldn’t let you breath normally.

You gasped for air slightly.

’’You alright?” Simon mutteres quietly, his gaze never leaving you, and he could see how you were shaking slightly while your eyes were glued to his. ’’Relax. Take a deep breath for me.” He leaned closer to you, placing a hand on your tight.

He let out a small chuckle in an attempt to ease you, his hand still resting on your thigh, thumb caressing the fabric of your clothing. ’’In and out,” he muttered quietly, demonstrating how he wanted you to breathe.

You nodded as you let out a sigh. Your eyes travelled down to his chest as it moved up and down with every in and exhale. You followed him, you were breathing with him slowly and carefully.

You could feel Simon pull your legs close to him to being touched more. His hand still resting on your thigh, the touch sending shivers up your spine.

’’Better?” Simon breathed softly. ’’In and out, breathe slowly, like that.”

’’Better,” you nodded as you kept breathing slowly with him.

His gaze remained fixed on your lips, eyes wandering from the shape of your mouth, down your neck to the snow-dusted collar of your clothing that covered the curves of your body.

Simon let out a quiet sigh as he watched you, taking a small, quiet sip of his whiskey and you followed his movements. You needed to lick your lips when you saw his adam’s apple as it moved slightly under his chin when he swallowed.

Your hands in your lap moved a little towards his hand on your thigh, not being sure about you should touch him or not, and Simon could feel it. After a few seconds of remaining in the same position, Simon leaned forward and placed his glass of whiskey on the table between you and him.

’’Take my hands,” he whispered, his gaze still on your lips. ’’I won’t hurt you.” He held one of his hands up, waiting for you to take it. He couldn’t keep from staring at the soft, smooth skin of your fingers.

You looked down at his palm, staring it for a few moments before you placed your hand on it. He wrapped his finger around your hand softly and made small circles on your skin with his thumb.

’’What the fuck is happening?” you spoke finally, your voice was filled with nervousness and excitement.

’’What we both want,” Simon murmured, holding your hand tightly. ’’I want to kiss you right now.” He was completely honest as he watched you, eyes focused on your lips as he let out a breath. ’’Tell me stop if you wish to,” he said with a small smile on his lips. ’’But I want your lips on mine.”

You looked up at him, your eyes widened at his words and you felt the heat around your cheeks. Simon was so confident and you couldn’t help but blushed more as you saw his eyes lingered on your lips. He really wanted it, so did you. You dreamed about this for a long time.

’’I won’t stop you,” you whispered.

’’Good.’’

Simon moved his head slowly towards you, his free hand on your shoulder as he watched you for any reaction or change to your behaviour. As his lips came closer, he could feel your breathe against his lips. He moved his hand from your shoulder to your hair, tucking it behind your ear as his lips brushed against yours, your breath mixing in the air.

A second later, Simon pulled you towards him with his lips still connected with yours. His lips was soft on yours, it didn’t match to his cold behaviour as he kissed you.

Simon’s lips parted slightly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, his eyes fluttering between lust and suprise as he felt the intensitiy increase. His arm wrapped around your back as he pressed you towards him. His lips carressed yours softly, and his hand went to the back of your head, gripping the hair behind your ear again as he kissed you deeper, his tongue gently prodding your mouth.

He couldn’t keep from wanting more, deeper, a primal need starting to take control of him.

As your knees were between his thighs close to his lap, you could feel something hard and throbbing beneath his jeans. You pulled away a little, gasping for air and it sounded like music to Simon’s ear.

’’Darling…’’ Simon sighed, his fingers moving along your jawline as his lips slowly parted from yours. ’’I can’t control it,” he muttered, eyes fixed on your lips. ’’You have to say the word and stop this…’’ he said with a soft smile, as his eyes flickered towards your neck.

He needed to taste you.

You saw as his face was flushed and somehow his eyes were darker than before. He was breathing heavily as you and you couldn’t think about anything else just the fact that you did this with him.

’’You… You want to stop?” you asked in a hoarse tone, your yes still lingered on his kissable lips.

’’No.’’ Simon whispered, his voice filled with a slight desperation what he couldn’t hide. ’’No, I can not stop, I’m sorry,’ he breathed, his voice filled with a quiet chuckle. ’’Not when it is like this.”

The tension in the air was almost palpable, his touch on you making his muschles move slightly under his clothing. And you chuckled too quietly and with a sigh you leaned back on your chair.

You reached out for your drink, takin a sip from it while you watched him. You were so dizzy. Your lips still burned because of his kiss, making you want more of him. So you glanced at the house behind you, where your parents and your brother, Johnny slept, not knowing what you were doing with Simon at the backyard.

’’Do you want to go inside?” Simon murmured softly, but his voice was lustful.

He looked at you, studying your lips and your body under your dark coat as he moved his hand onto your waist, gripping it tightly to get your attention back at him. ’’I can’t let this end now,” he breathed slightly. ’’I need you… I want to fuck you.’’

You nodded. That was all you could do. You needed him, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You waited for this a long time and now you couldn’t resist even if your family was int he house. You needed to feel him.

’’Okay.’’ Simon let out a small sigh as he stood up from his chair. ’’Up on your feet, love.” His voice was low as he lifted you from your chair by your hand and started to move towards the house, his other hand was on your waist, holding your firmly and moving your body close to his. ’’I want you on your bed,” he whispered.

*******

You turned to Simon when he closed your door behind him and glanced at your bed.

’’I will be on my best behavior,” Simon promised, his deep voice filled with lust and amusement.

His eyes wandered over your body and he let out a small moan as he move towards you, his face flushing as he stood in front of your for a couple of second, looking at your lips, wanting to kiss you again badly. ’’I must restrain myself,” he whispered quietly, taking the last step that separated him from you and pressing you against the wall.

When his hand wrapped around your neck, you whimpered quietly. He didn’t choke you, but he held you enough to not move. You were forcing to look upt at him. And only at him in this moment.

The wall was cold against your back, but Simon’s body was hot against yours. A shiver ran down on your spine because of that two different feelings. ’’What is it like when you don’t restrain yourself?” you asked in a whisper.

’’We will find out.”

Simon sighed as his hand tightened around your neck slightly. ’’Look at me,” he hissed as he forced you to meet his gaze for a couple of seconds. ’’You don’t want me to stop this, do you?” he asked as he looked down at your lip, biting his own. His eyes filled with a hunger and he caressed your cheek with his free hand, what wasn’t around your neck.

He drove you crazy. He was rough and yet his fingers on your cheek was soft and gentle. ’’No, no,” you moaned as you clenched your thighs together to calming down the heat between them.

’’Good.’’

Simon let outh a slight moan as he slid his free hand between your legs and you moaned because of his touch through your jeans. His hand on your neck tightened a little, his fingers digging into your throat slightly, but not enough to hurt you. He leaned into your neck and breathed out, his breath was hot against your skin as he pulled you closer. ’’In the bed,’’ he hissed. ’’I can’t control myself anymore…” he admitted with a whisper as he took a step away from you, letting go your throat.

Simon let out a quiet chuckle as he watched your move away from the wall and towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of th ebed and you looked up athim when he stood in front of you.. ’’Lay down, darling,” he barked slightly, his tone still filled with lust.

He moved his hands to your shoulders down to your thighs and his fingers gripped the fabric that covered them tightly, moving your body to a reclined position against th ebed. ’’On your back,” Simon demanded.

You nodded and layed down, taking a few deep breaths as you stared the ceiling above you. The room was dark and quiet, only your fast breaths could be heard in the silence. His palm on your thigt was warm and soft as he caressed you through your jeans.

’’Looking away won’t help,” Simon growled. ’’Look me in the eyes. Look at me,” he spoke agains, his voice softer and filled with the same lust and amusement.

You sighed and looked up at him. His gaze didn’t help you to calm down, it made the whole situation worse. He made you gasping for air and you needed to close your eyes when you felt the fabric of your jeans were getting lose as Simon pushed it down from the top, his eyes were on your face the whole time during the process.He watched you, almost like if you were his prey and his eyes showed the hunger he felt towards you.

His fingers gripped your thigh, his fingerstips digging lightly into your soft skin as he slowly started to move his hands up to the area between your legs until he gripped the fabric of your underwear gently.

Your underwear was already soaked, and he could feel it between his fingers. ’’Fucking hell…” He mumbled. ’’Look at me. Don’t look away from me. I want to see your expressions when you enjoy the way I touch you.”

It was hard to focus on his word when he moved his hand, rubbing your sensitive spot through your underwear. But you could feel the commande in his tone and you needed to get yourself together to fulfill his order. So you looked up into his dark and piercing eyes and let out a soft moan when your gaze met with his. You couldn’t help but you moved your hips against his hand for more.

’’Mmhmmm…’’ Simon moaned, his breath getting more heavy as you rolled your hips against his hand in a slow rhythm. ’’Good girl,” he murmured, his touch turned into small and slow circles. His other hand grabbed your chin, keeping her face still towards his as your and his gaze were locked onto each other.

’’Simon,’’ you breathed out his name as you felt that familiar heat under your belly.

Simon responded with a moan as he felt your hips moving against his hand, your soft moans and whimpers filled the the air around him. His eyes glanced towards your face for a couple of second, his eyes filled with desire and lust when he saw that you bited down your lower lip for holding back your moans.

’’Ahh fuck…’’ Simon moaned, moving his hand from your chin to your mouth, keeping it shut. Your whole body was thrembling while his other hand was still between your legs, his fingers still moving back and forth over the fabric of your underwear, making you cum and whine his name. ’’You are too good to be true,” he breathed quietly and groaned, his eyes still fixed on your face while you were trembling under his touch.

You mumbled something into his palm over your mouth, your eyes shutted tightly while his hand was still rubbing you, but now he was gentle. ’’I’m not done with you yet, love,” he whispered. ’’You need to keep it quiet, understand me?’’

You nodded. You need him once again. You didn’t want to stop.

’’That’s my good girl,’’ he smilled, looking at your face with the satisfaction that he caused you this intense sensation that made you breathless.

He started to caress your cheeks as his other hand slid over your count once again, tracing it with a light touch over your thighs and moving up towards your hips, looking down at your body. ’’Turn on your stomach,” he demanded quietly before he started to move down the bed, his eyes locked on your face as he moved away from you. ’’You need to be quiet. Do understand me?” he growled, his tone filling with a different kinf of thirst now as he looked at your back after you rolled onto your stomach.

You nodded into the sheets. You felt as he spread away your legs to get more space for him. He knelt behind you and you could hear as he unbuckled his bend and you heard the sounds of the material of his clothes as he pulled them down to his knees.

You didn’t see him, you just waited for him to do something with you. To continue this. But you could hear his heavy breaths behind you.

He leaned down to you as he placed his hand on your hips. ’’I hope you are ready…’’ He licked his lips and moved his tongue across your neck. ’’Because I am so hungry for you.”

He moved behind you, his body were brushing against your own leg sas he prepared himself for you. ’’Lay still,” he let out a soft moan as he brushed the tip of his cock against the back of your thigh. ’’This is going to be a good time. You just need to be quiet, okay? Don’t wake up your brother,” he whispered.

Simon put aside your underwear from your entrance and he pressed himself into you. He moved slowly, inch by inch and he stopped when he was fully inside. He stayed still, holding your hips and letting you use his size like he knew that you need a few deep breath to not cry out in pain.

’’Take it. You can take it, love,” he spoke out these words gently but firmly. He held his breath, his eyes focused on your body as his body moved slowly back and forth behind you. ’’Good girl,” he whispered, his hands gripped your hips in a firm but gentle manner, his fingers digging into your soft skin. ’’Enjoy the pleasure, love,” he hissed quietly as he started to move his hips slowly and rhythmically.

’’Oh my God…’’ you breathed out and grabbed the sheets abouve your had for keeping you still against his thrusts. Your face was digged into the blanket, biting the material with your teeth to soothe your moans.

It was so forbidden and that’s why it was so good. You couldn’t believe you were under your brother’s best friend even if you dreamed about this moment a long time ago. But the reality of being with Simon ’Ghost’ Riley was better than your imaginity.

’’Such a good girl,” Simon growled quietly as his thrusts turned into a fast and passionate rhythm. ’’You are so damn good,” he moaned, his voice filled with pleasure. ’’And just for me. You are just mine, love. Mine all night. Mine forever.”

’’Oh, yes…’’ You moaned and turned your head to the side, pressing your cheeks against the sheets as you looked at him over your shoulder. ’’Fuck me, please,” you whimperred.

’’Fucking hell…”

Simon licked his lips, his eyes looking locked onto your beautiful face, still filled with hunger as he gripped your hips, his thrusts slowing down a little.

His moves was painfully slow and you couldn’t help but push yourself against him to making him move faster and deeper. You lost your mind. You’ve never been like this before, but Simon drove your crazy and he almost made you cry for that rough fuck what you wanted from him.

’’Oh darling…” His voice was soft and hushed, his breath quickening as he moved his hips slowly back and forth against you. ’’Take a breath, baby,’’ he whispered as if he had seen that you needed it. ’’Don’t lose yourself just yet.

His thrust were slow and gentle, moving his hip in a rhythm that felt like eternity. ’’I can’t,” you whined, gripping the sheets tightly under you as you arched your back to feeling him deeper. You could feel a small tear int he orner of your eye, and your throat was too tight, breaking your voice when you whispered, ’’Please.’’

’’Take a breath, darling. I don’t want to cum too quick.” Simon’s voice was still filled with a mixture of the same passion and desirve, but his tone was gentle and comforting right now.

But he moved his hips slightly faster now, feeling that your desire was growing as his breath quickened. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but he wanted you to experience the orgasm with him. ’’Be patient, lovely.”

You turned your face back into the sheets and wimpered like you were in pain. It was so hard to hold back your own desire for him. Your whole body was trembling, eyes shutted tightly. ’’Simon…’’ You moaned his name, and you clenced your thighs together to control that almost hot and tight feelind under your stomach.

’’Look at me, beautiful.”

Simon’s breath became louder, he moved his hips even faster now after he heard your voice calling his name with so much desire and passion what was driving him wild with lust. ’’Don’t cum, darling.’’ he warned, his voice quieter than before. ’’I know it’s hard, but please, don’t. Not yet.” He knew this night was his only chance and he wanted to keep it last longer. But you shook your head.

You could feel it, and it was too late to hold back. Your thighs started to trembling and a shaky feeling ran around your body. You gritted your teeth around the sheets, when you felt the hot wetness between your thighs as you squirted on him.

’’Oh God.” Simon groaned, his cheeks flushing and his breath quickening even more as his face filled with a suprise and joy. He kept a firm grip on your hips, his thrust going at a slow but steady pace. ’’You are so damn good, darling…” he murmured. ’’So damn good. I’m so proud of you, love.”

’’Oh fuck…” you breathed out, still whimpering because of his slow and careful thrusts.

’’That was hot,” Simon chuckled. ’’You’re amazing.”

He moved his hips even faster with the passion and desire that he felt before growing into lust as it filled his entire body. ’’You are so good,’’ he moaned silently, his finger digging deep into your hips as he was now letting himself being driven by pleasure instead of being controlled by discipline and self-restraint.

His breath got quicker as his movements became faster and intense and with one thrust he sank inside you fully, letting out a growl as he filled you up with his own seed.

Both Simon and you were trying to catch your breath, your bodies still joined together tightly while you remained quiet for a moment, feeling the euphoria that you have shared together.

It was as if time stood still, but the reality of the moment was coming back to you the longer you remained toghether.

’’Ah…’’ Simon mumbled quietly. ’’My God.”

’’Thanks for the whiskey,” you giggled.

’’You’re welcome. It was my pleasure,” he chuckled, leaving a kiss on your shoulder before he moved away from you.

[dipandpiptit]

What are your three favourite fanfic tropes and what are your favourite fanfics with those tropes?

☝️I sent this to multiple mutuals I hope that's alright 😄 I want to know what they like and even more I want to show appreciation to all the amazing writers, so I'm going to answer as well

I, personally, am a sucker for

- hurt/comfort, especially one taking care of another because of an illness or trauma

- amnesia, when they love the other so much but have to give them space and respect boundaries and earn their trust again

- enemies to friends to lovers, in a bad first impression/meet cute gone wrong way, with a lot of pining and slow burn

My favourite fics are mosty phan so I'm going with those, although I can recommend Ted Lasso, Captive Prince, Shameless, The Raven Cycle, Schitt's Creek and Simon Snow as other fandoms with top notch fics

[ivelovedhimthroughworse]

WIP Wednesday

Hello! Haven't seen me around? Yeah, I took some time off tumblr for a little break. Thanks to all folks who kept tagging me, including: @basiltonbutliketheherb, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @ileadacharmedlife, @palimpsessed, @technetiumai, @martsonmars, @captain-aralias, @aristocratic-otter, @nightimedreamersworld, @confused-bi-queer, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @facewithoutheart, @fatalfangirl, @artsyunderstudy, and @shrekgogurt

I'm sharing rough sketches. (Very rough) But fun!

Simon is locked out of Watford, in the Wavering Woods after dark. Instead of meeting Agatha, he's pelted by playful snow devils, who think he's great fun when he fights back.

More sketches and tags for my mutuals under the break!

Snow devil concepts:

Another layout. Two sketches to plan out how I might paint the background - snowy woods at night. Where to place light & shadow. What kind of colour.

Happy February 1st!

Wishing you well for all of your projects on the go: @asticou @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla @excalisbury @erzbethluna @foolofabookwyrm-activated @frjsti @henreyettah @hushed-chorus, @ic3-que3n @ionlydrinkhotwater @jbrrring @krisrix @letraspal @mostlymaudlin @moodandmist @nick-eyre @penpanoply @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @stardustasincocaine @subparselkie @takitalks @tea-brigade @nausikaaa @urban-sith@whogaveyoupermission @whatevertheweather

[d3adgayw1zzyr3ad3r]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜💜

1- Reading!!!

I love reading! I'm currently reading Simon Snow: Wayward Son, and I read a LOT on ao3!

2- Trees and nature in general

I love going outside, being in the forest, running around, playing in creeks, being as enthusiastic as a 5 year old!

3- my family!

When I say this, I don't mean the ones I live with or see at reunions. I mean the people who found me at my worst and stuck around till I was my best! My best friend, Willow, my girlfriend, K., and all my other friends, you mean everything to me!! These are the people who helped me be who I am!! A proud trans-masc-fluid (depends on the day, it's complicated)

4- my rp accounts!!!

These accounts have given me so many wholesome interactions, kind moots, and general sense of community!! Also, rp is just fun in general (moots if you see this; I love you, gurlies!!)

5- My pets!!

I love these cuddly bastards, my black cat, grey cat, and labradoodle:)

[illmetkismet]

Fanfic writer self-appreciation! Answer this, then pass the ask along to your favorite writer, your mutuals, or just someone who needs to answer it. If I were to read one fic of yours that best reveals who you are as a writer, or the one you’re MOST proud of, which fic should I read?

Oooh thank you for this cool ask!! I think it's probably no surprise to anyone who knows me that I'm picking Some Say It Is a Cradle, Other Say a Tomb, my novel-length Dishonored fic that follows what happens to the Outsider if Billie decides to spare him and he comes human again. It's definitely the one I'm most proud of. Took me the better part of a year and I poured my whole entire soul into that thing.

It doesn't, however, best reveal who I am as a writer lol.... Just the thought of spending so much time and effort on something again makes me nauseous, and I usually don't obsess over a character for ten years until they live in my bone marrow and I've got 100k+ words to say about them. Sorry to break the rules of the ask, but I'm gonna pick a second fic for the 'who I am as a writer' category, and that's The Art of Burning, a much shorter Simon Snow fic that's all over the place, full of abrupt turns in the narrative, comma splices, sentence fragments, and strange jumps backwards and forwards in time - basically all of my favourite things!

These two fics are tied for my favourite thing I've ever written, and I think it's kinda funny that they're so different from each other.... Anyway, thanks again for letting me brag about my own writing!! Now to inflict this on others.... I'm gonna send a few asks but I gotta get ready for work so if you see this and you're a writer please just assume I'd love to see your answer too!

[miles--to--go]

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hi! ✌️🌌🌧️ my name is [Em]. I’m 22, from arizona, any pronouns! disability pride (audhd, chronic pain+fatigue, EDS, & more, yay. /s)

i’ve been on here since 2013 so i guess I’m considered a tumblr veteran and i’ll be here to the end! tumblr’s the only social media i really enjoy these days lol.

i could really use some friends and hoped some of my mutuals — or anyone rly — would want to talk! I have rly bad social anxiety & have a hard time being the one to reach out to people to make friends, even tho i really want to!!

some of my interests(/hyperfixations) are:

≫ shows like Supernatural — (sideblog @did-it-all-for-you), Good Omens, 911, What We Do in the Shadows & Our Flag Means Death

≫ Dan and Phil — (sideblog @as-everlasting-as-the-sun)

≫ cartoons like Adventure Time, Steven Universe & Solar Opposites

≫ books like the Simon Snow trilogy, Fence comics & All For The Game series

≫ video games like Deltarune/Undertale & Life is Strange 1

& more stuff obviously. (we can talk about whatever tho!) [laying it all out i’ve realized im still kinda mentally in 2015, those were better times man]

this is an invite to reach out and be friends pls!!<3

i use a tagging system for my reblogs and posts so i can search + find posts i liked; feel free to search it if you want.

((my face under the cut :3))

bonus: me at dan and phil’s terrible influence tour in phoenix 💙🖤

[czenzo]

czenzo fic masterlist

All for the Game | The Foxhole Court

♠︎ Overcome ( G / 3,495 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten, Sir & King, Animal Sickness, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending

♠︎ red plaid, yellow stitching ( E / 1,306 ) – ao3

Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Pining, Plaid Pants, Shower Masturbation, Fantasising

♠︎ soft and sweet, firm and steady ( E / 1,658 ) – ao3

Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten, Post-Canon, Weight/Muscle Gain, Thigh/Arm/Stomach Fixation, Soft Beefy Andrew Appreciation

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Ao No Exorcist | Blue Exorcist

♠︎ The Joys of Working Retail ( G / 5,039 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Okumura Yukio/Shima Renzo, Alternate Universe: Convenience Store, Modern AU

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Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

♠︎ Go Big or Go Home ( G / 4,348 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Sickfic, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort

♠︎ Misguided Ghosts ( M / 4,292 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Alternate Universe – Lockwood & Co, Ghosts, Angst

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Carry On | Simon Snow

♠︎ On the Hunt ( M / 8,402 / ongoing ) – ao3 / tumblr

Simon Snow/Baz Pitch, Werewolf Simon, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

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Haikyuu!!

♠︎ nobody loves you like I do ( G / 5,862 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss

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Heartstopper

♠︎ falling for you all over again ( G / 3,445 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, Temporary Amnesia, Comfort, Group Chat Shenanigans

♠︎ Nick and Charlie (& Nellie) ( T / 3,381 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, 5+1 Things, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Nellie getting excited and interrupting

♠︎ Seven Years ( M / 16,259 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, Post-Canon, Post-Break Up, Adult Nick & Charlie, Exes to Friends to Lovers

♠︎ Thick Thighs Save Lives ( E / 2,974 ) – ao3

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring, Post-Canon, Thigh and Ass Fixation/Worship, Mutual Masturbation

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Harry Potter | Marauders

♠︎ now I hold the guilt on my hands ( E / 1,662 ) – ao3

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/James Potter, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex (sort of), University AU

♠︎ you fit well together ( T / 8,693 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, 5+1 Things, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship

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Inazuma Eleven

♠︎ food (and a kiss) is the best medicine ( G / 3,585 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Genda Koujirou/Sakuma Jirou, Sick Fic, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss

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Lockwood & Co.

♠︎ Consequences ( T / 2,335 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Fluff & Humour, poor attempts to cover up a hickey

♠︎ Dear Yorick ( G / 1,456 ) – tumblr / full zine

Tea Toast & Ghosts Zine, Magazine AU, Advice Column, The Skull

♠︎ In Record Time ( T / 5,117 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Quill Kipps/Anthony Lockwood, Soulmate AU (shared injuries), Light Angst, Sharing A Bed

♠︎ Just An Act ( T / 6,360 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Case Fic, Jealousy, First Kiss

♠︎ Misdial ( G / 20,348 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Modern/University AU, called the wrong number AU, First Kiss

♠︎ Revenge ( T / 1,514 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, sequel to Consequences

♠︎ Skullyle Internet Friends Series – ao3 / tumblr

[ 1 ] Pretty Boy ( T / 2,086 ) – ao3 / tumblr

[ 2 ] Missed Call ( T / 3,440 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/The Skull, minor/brief Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Internet Friends, Modern AU, Coffee Shop AU, Mutual Pining

♠︎ step into the moonlight (and throw your weight into me) ( G / 1,439 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle & Anthony Lockwood, Angst and Comfort, Book Spoilers

♠︎ The Final Applicant ( G / 2,832 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lockwood POV, Lucy’s interview, Rewritten Canon

♠︎ Watch Out for Skull ( T / 7,966 / Ongoing ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Lucy Carlyle & The Skull, Modern AU, Cat!Skull, Pet Sitting, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

♠︎ Young, Alive, Together ( T / 4,363 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood, Valentine’s Day, Angst, Poltergeists, First Kiss

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Professor Layton

♠︎ Secrets ( T / 9,856 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Alfendi Layton/Lucy Baker, Post Canon, Pining, First Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending

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The Quarry

♠︎ Summer Loving ( M / 13,097 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Abigail Blyg/Nick Furcillo, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Pre-Canon, Rewritten Canon, Post-Canon

♠︎ The Quarry: Prologue ( M / 6,433 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Rewritten Canon: the game’s prologue, in the form of a written story

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Yuri!!! On Ice

♠︎ meet me in the morning when you wake up ( T / 1,391 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Angst, Death, Old Age, Memory Loss

♠︎ sea, sand, and sun lotion ( G / 849 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Beach Day, Fluff

♠︎ warmth ( G / 782 ) – ao3 / tumblr

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Fluff, Blizzards & Snowstorms

[afantasycourt]

independent multi muse rp account featuring a variety of muses from acotar, bridgerton, the witcher, marvel, and more. written by kel, 21+, she/her, uk based.

open starter tag

currently reading: fourth wing

rules & mules are under read more

MUSES.

bridgerton.

hyacinth bridgerton: florence hunt, danielle rose russell

sophie beckett: alexandra dowling

francesca bridgerton: ruby stokes, hannah dodd.

lucy abernathy: adelaide kane.

kate sharma: simone ashley.

daphne bridgerton: phoebe dynevor

edwina sharma: charithra chandran

penelope featherington: nicola coughlan

anthony bridgerton: johnathan bailey

benedict bridgerton: luke thompson

colin bridgerton: luke newton

violet ledger (bridgerton) - ruth gemmell, connie jenkins

lady danbury - arsema thomas

queen charlotte - india ria amarteifio

a court of thorns & roses.

nesta acheron - phoebe tonkin

elain archeron - lily james

feyre archeron - freya allan

rhysand - undecided

throne of glass.

yrene towers - zendaya

elide lochan - danielle campbell

aelin galathynius - skylar samuels

dorian havilliard - matthew daddario

rowan whitehorn - henry cavill

the witcher.

jaskier - joey batey

yennefer of vengerberg - anya chalotra

cirilla of cintra - freya allan

shadow & bone.

alina starkov - jessie li mei

stranger things.

chrissy cunningham - grace van dien

eddie munson - joseph quinn

nancy wheeler - natalia dyer

once upon a time.

emma swan - jennifer morrison

robyn mills - tiera skovbye

alice jones - rose reynolds

snow white - ginnifer goodwin

drizella/ivy tremaine - adelaide kane

the musketeers.

queen anne - alexandra dowling

constance - tamla kari

ninon de larroque - annabelle wallis

aramis - santiago cabrera

merlin/arthurian legends.

lancelot du lac - santiago cabrera

elaine of corbenic - undecided

lady morgana - katie mcgrath

guinevere - angel coulby

the chronicles of narnia.

lucy pevensie - georgie henley

susan pevensie - anna popplewell

wednesday.

wednesday addams - jenna ortega

enid sinclair - emma myers

downton abbey.

sybil crawley - jessica brown findlay

daisy mason - sophie mcshera

other.

hayley marshall - phoebe tonkin ( originals )

hope mikaelson - danielle rose russell ( legacies )

rebecca mikaelson - claire holt ( originals )

freya mikaelson - riley voelkel ( originals )

amy pond - karen gillan ( doctor who )

yasmin khan - mandip gill ( doctor who )

morgan stark - katherine langford (marvel)

bucky barnes - sebastian stan (marvel).

peggy carter - hayley atwell (marvel)

rebecca barnes - tbd (marvel)

RULES

RULE ONE/OOC INFORMATION Hi, my name is Kel, I'm over 21+ and use the pronouns she/her. Time zone is GMT.For now, my blog will run on a queue as I'm busy with some real life stuff. But sometimes, I may come online for an hour or two, depending on my mood. Blog is selective, private and mutual only. Also OC, multi fandom and multi-muse friendly too.

 RULE TWO/THREADS AND REPLIES  Replies can take a while to reply to, but I am not ignoring anyone. Please message if I haven't replied within a month.The best way to begin threads are through sending ask memes. I will also post open starters and maybe the occasional starter call. Not really a plotting person either; prefer to go with the flow.

RULE THREE/TRIGGERS I don't really have any triggers. That being said I will tag other people's triggers the best I can, and if I don't feel free to send a message and let me know. Don't send anon hate either. We all make mistakes and can't remember everything. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen.

RULE FOUR/ETIQUETTE I do not tolerate any forms of hate. Racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia and any other forms of hate are not tolerated on this blog and I don't want to see any of it on the dash. It's an immediate hard block if I see anything. Respect each other, it's not that hard.

RULE FIVE/SHIPPING. Regarding shipping, I'm open to anything really. That being said, don't force any ships on any of my characters. I'll just unfollow/block if it continues to happen. I mostly ship for chemistry, but don't mind discussing ships beforehand if anyone wants to try anything out.

RULE SIX/SMUT AND MATURE THEMES Smut will not be featured on this blog. All other mature themes will be tagged accordingly and I'm pretty much open to anything except rape, incest etc.

CREDIT All gifs, icons etc on this blog do not belong to me. Credit goes to their rightful owners.

[carryonsimoncarryonbaz]

I posted 266 times in 2022

10 posts created (4%)

256 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rainbowrowell

@letraspal

@sailorblossoms

@artsyunderstudy

@stardustasincocaine

I tagged 266 of my posts in 2022

#simon snow - 204 posts

#baz pitch - 188 posts

#snowbaz - 168 posts

#carry on - 157 posts

#good art - 144 posts

#any way the wind blows - 89 posts

#cscb art queue - 80 posts

#wayward son - 67 posts

#simon snow series - 58 posts

#the simon snow trilogy - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the poses—on guard and confrontational at watford/facing away from each other for wayward son/tender and turned towards each other in awtwb

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Fic author self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Hey anon, thanks for the ask and thanks also to @messofthejess for tagging me to do this! I’m always awkward with any kind of self-promo but here goes.

Always the Sun (Teen, 11K) Baz Pitch is a well-recognized face and name in the intense world of high fashion. Fashion Week finds him unexpectedly thrust into forced proximity with Simon Snow, the inexperienced model who has become Watford's new face and director Mage's new protege.

Self-indulgent fluff. I had the best time writing this—their game of 20 questions particularly and I always love writing flustered Baz.

Little Secrets (Teen 2.5K) Simon joins a Live Action Role Play club and meets Baz there. Penny knows nothing about it and attempts to introduce them, since she's friends with Baz. In an effort to get out of telling her about the LARPing Simon gets himself in far more of a situation with the story he concocts. Baz decides to role play along with him.

Short one shot written in response to a tumblr prompt. I had such fun including all the canon call backs and having Baz just run with Simon’s story.

Let My Love Open the Door (Teen, 12K) Baz is a teacher quarantined at home and Simon is doing temp work delivering food for The Girl and the Goat, a local pub. A craving for a burger leads to Baz ordering from the pub, followed by weeks of mutual pining, the slow burn of a developing relationship thwarted by the physical constraints of social distancing, and a refrigerator full of pub food.

A completely self-indulgent, fluffy quarantine fic with mutual pining, wingman Agatha, and erotic hand holding. And flustered Baz. Again.

Bad Case of Loving You (Teen, 8K) Medical AU where Simon is an A&E (Emergency Room) physician and Baz is a surgeon. A miserable day and night on call bring Simon and Baz to some realizations about themselves and each other--amid medical emergencies, automobile wrecks, and call room mishaps.

This fic brought my fandom favorites into my world, into my line of work. They fell into this medical AU so easily and made me laugh so much as I was writing it.

Can’t Find My Way Home (Teen, 65K) Former school roommates Baz and Simon run into each other at an airport when their flight is cancelled due to inclement weather. They team up to try to get home for the holiday but luck is not on their side. A Travel AU with planes, trains, automobiles, snowstorms, road trip mishaps, mutual pining, bickering and banter, gratuitous use of tropes, and quite a bit of romance.

This is my longest completed fic, my most popular Ao3 and Carry On fandom fic. I enjoyed writing it so much. It was a daily part of my life for months and I still find myself thinking about this AU. I’m proud of the story arc and the characterizations. And the fact that it’s the one multi-chapter fic I sort of managed to finish.

This was fun. In looking over this list my favorites definitely all fall into the “fluffy AUs that make me laugh” category. 😂

Not sure who’s been tagged but I’ll tag @bazzybelle @fight-surrender @sourcherrymagiks @tea-brigade @palimpsessed

27 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#4

UNSUNG HEROES

Thanks for the tag @bazzybelle

post your three most under-appreciated bookmarks! fics you love that may be flying under the radar!

1. Recapture The Magic by rainbowbaz

This is an older fic and I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t have more hits. I know some people have read it but it you haven’t check it out!! It’s one of my early favorites and one I come back to again and again.

Summary:

“If you don’t meet your spouse at Watford, Penny says, you could end up alone – or going on singles tours of Magickal Britain."

Ten years after Watford, Simon is lonely and magic-less, and ends up doing exactly what he vowed he would never do - going on a singles tour of Magickal Britain. The only problem is that out of all the mages in England, he's been matched with Baz Pitch, who seems just as moody, rude and annoyingly attractive as he used to be.

2. Wings by @aristocratic-otter

This is a post-Wayward Son fic that imagines the gang back at Watford after their return from America. It tenderly confronts the idea that Simon retains some residual magic, explores his Salisbury family connections, and gives such a lovely snapshot of this found family, and the depth of love between Simon and Baz. It’s a very healing fic. Canon divergent now that AWTWB is out but oh so worth the read. Just lovely.

Summary:

Simon may not have lost his magic after all.

3. Written in the Scars by half_a_numpty

Ok, full disclosure, I am so fond of reading domestic fluff and this totally hits the domestic fluff buttons, but it also is a very healing fic to read? It’s like an epilogue to AWTWB. It addresses some of their past Watford-era conflict and it features body worship and intimacy and just go read it! (Also, it’s this author’s first fic in the fandom and I’d like to see more from them.)

Summary:

A night at home a week after events of AWTWB. Simon and Baz in bed. An exploration of scars. Memories of their time at Watford. Confessions. Boys in love. Mostly fluff but a little hint of more. AWTWB spoilers.

I’m sure everyone’s been tagged but just in case I’m tagging @midnightbluskies @fight-surrender @penpanoply @meenawrites @makedonsgriva @angelsfalling16 @otherworldsivelivedin @amphipodgirl @ladymac111 and anyone else who would like to add their under-appreciated favorites

32 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#3

This is a selection from the massive Simon Snow playlist I’ve been putting together over the past few years. This is a smaller collection of songs that make me think of Simon–at his best, at his worst, and somewhere in between. They span the Carry On, Wayward Son and Any Way the Wind Blows years. A few songs have been pulled from the official playlists but not many.

Happiest of birthdays to you, Simon Snow. You deserve the world. And Baz would do anything to be able to give the world to you 💚. Enjoy the cake and the love of those around you 💜.

36 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#2

My Rosebud Boy

By @rainbowrowell

(slightly) Spoilery mood board

Below the cut

49 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS!!!

I can’t believe it’s been a year. All the love to this dragon-winged boy and his vampire boyfriend. Thank you for their story @rainbowrowell 💚

106 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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