#p:simon

[a-bugz-life]

Cap or Get Capped || Anita & Simon

@inconvenientsimonstrocity

Most people in White Crest seemed smart enough to avoid abandoned buildings. You never knew what was lurking behind those largely disheveled walls, and most people didn’t want to find out. However, there were often large amounts of undisturbed bugs in the abandoned buildings around the town, which meant Anita did frequent them when she got hungry. Fortunately for her that was only once every few weeks. While she could certainly hold her own in a fight, not only did she prefer not to, but she could really only do so if she was evenly matched. Lamia have paralyzing venom for a reason, they prefer not to deal with fighting.

There was a building in The Outskirts, largely overrun by moss and vines. It was almost something out of an old fairytale, you know the ones that are actually sort of morbid and horrible and deadly. Anita passed by it pretty often, and finally decided to venture inside to see what sorts of bugs she could find within the stone walls.

As she approached the door, the wood was so warped from years of exposure to the elements and not being used that it took a great deal of time to actually pry the thing open. Maybe that should have been her first sign to just walk away and avoid any risk that might be associated with this place. But her curiosity got the best of her, and she pressed on.

It wasn’t until Anita was well within the house that she realized why this house was so abandoned. They looked like they were sleeping when she stumbled upon the room, but there they were. A little over a dozen small humanoid creatures with red hats. She knew what they were. She might not know every creature there is out there, but she knew about these. Anita tried to slowly backup, maybe slip out of there before they noticed her. She wasn’t exactly sure if she’d be able to stand a chance against all of them.

But then she stepped on something, and tripped, and her body made an ungodly thud against the ground. She turned back to focus on the room, using her ability to see thermal energy she saw them all get up suddenly. She knew she was screwed. She started looking around for a weapon she could use, making a mental note to never go exploring again without a weapon, when she saw a pair of shoes. She looked up at the stranger, no clue how they got there or why they were there, but thankful nonetheless. “Not sure how to explain this, but we’re about to get attacked by something out of that room down the hall.” She stood up, brushing the dirt and debris off of her. “I’m gonna look around for a weapon.” Anita said, digging around in the kitchen hoping to find an abandoned knife or something.

[orionchoi]

@katechoi: tell me everyday I get to wake up to this smile, I wouldn’t mind it at all

tagged on this photo: simon jung

[calloncharlotte]

Daredevil Game

Like any girl with a competitive streak, Charlotte loved dares.  No, that wasn’t exactly true.  Charlotte loved beating dares.  It was something she found fun.  Not nearly as fun as a campaign or spending the night on her Nintendo Switch, but still, pretty fun.  Once she saw the dare, Charlotte suppressed a laugh.  It wasn’t exactly a challenge.  Plus, she was sitting next to her friends, specifically right next to her boyfriend.  It would make the dare far easier.  “Hey, Si?”  Charlotte said, turning to him.  Waiting until she had his full attention on her, not always easy when with him and his boyfriend, Charlotte grabbed Simon’s shoulders and pulled him into the pool with her.  Once they emerged, she gave him a sheepish smile.  “Sorry, Si. Dare.  I love you.”  Before wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss right there.

[fernandbaptiste]

Svengali | Simone & Fernand

Late 19th century

Fernand and Simone were quickly becoming the most popular duo in Paris. The hunger for the occult had spread across Europe like wildfire, even reaching across the Atlantic to America. Simone was fond of pointing out how many of these self-proclaimed spiritualists were charlatans, which only further proved the two Baptiste children were different.

Fernand had a gift. He could make people do as he said, a seemingly natural gift for hypnotism. Some people were more difficult to control, and Fernand had a suspicion that growing up around him is what had made his sister so headstrong. Regardless of any bickering, the two were absolutely devoted to each other.

Simone, brought home by their father, could read minds. When he had begun performing with her, the two had rocketed to fame. Gone were the days of Fernand convincing their landlord to overlook the month’s rent, or a young Simone managing to blackmail some stranger into paying for things.

Their father, François, was never too far away. He would usually watch their performances, but now that Fernand was 17, he felt comfortable letting the two children handle things. Fernand had just finished a performance, the plush velvet curtains swooping shut to separate him from the sold out theatre.

The audience loved his carefree manners. He was young and confident, and a terrible flirt. An unforeseen consequence was a troupe of admirers waiting for him outside the stage door if he wasn’t careful. He knew it was good for the show, but it did get annoying when he was just trying to have a good time out on the town.

Simone on the other hand was a perfect ‘Medium’. She seemed distant, as if she were in ‘the other world’, when really Fernand was certain she was just trying to filter out all the nonsense in people’s heads. She was horribly serious for a young girl, despite Fernand’s playful prodding. The two perfectly complimented each other.

“Simca!” He hugged her, squeezing her tighter when he felt her trying to squirm away. “That was great! When you revealed that phrase her grandfather used to say? I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house!” He turned, seeing the sillouhette of his father waiting backstage. “Let’s go have dinner, we can go to that cafe you like. I think papa wants to talk to me before we go.”

[lyla-tragicrose]

&& @simonmeadows

With Stanley being here with his family, the only place she could think of settling them in was Merveille hotel. She wanted to pamper her favorite big brother and all his little kids, currently 4 and twins on the way. She wondered how he and his wife handled it with his job, but then again, she was sure her parents were generous enough to grant them access to the numerous family accounts in banks. Just like she used to when she had no job and no idea what to do with her life when in university. She was currently waiting for them, arriving almost a full hour early for their meeting in hopes the kids could tag along with her but Stanley had said they were asleep, tired from the jet lag. So she had to wait and she had nothing better to do than take the notepad filled with documents she had taken from the office for the weekend and had forgot (intentionally) to take them out of her big one shoulder red Armani bag. she sat at the bar, which was quite peaceful and the atmospehere was perfect for what she was set off to do. Ordering a martini, she crossed her legs and adjusted her brown pencil skirt and white blouse. When her drink came she tapped her pen on the papers and took the glass to take a few quick sips, smiling at the taste. 

[nicolibxrato-blog]

no training wheels left for you [ liberowell ]

Nicola había llegado a la casa hacía un par de horas junto a Glasgow y Carter. Al parecer, debían haber sido los primeros en llegar junto a River, Javier, Morgan, Jerome y Thomas. Los tres venían del mismo lugar pues llevaban tres meses viviendo juntos. Tras Lost In Love, varios factores habían cambiado radicalmente: Se había ido a vivir a Inglaterra, había conocido a Orion, actualmente cursaba su segundo curso en la universidad... Haber vuelto a Europa había supuesto un gran esfuerzo para ella y una superación en si misma. Y sobretodo, ante todo aquello: estaba Simon. Cuando el proyecto hubo acabado, estos dos seguían hablando; diariamente he de añadir. Pero tras que Nicola hubiera descubierto que seguía manteniendo relación con Agnes en Las Vegas, algo había cambiado. Era consciente de que no eran pareja, ni mucho menos; pero otra cosa era lo que la morena deseara. En poco menos de un mes habían pasado de no poder transcurrir un día sin chatear a casi ignorarse. Y ahora que estaban con todos, en una misma casa en la que sabía que le tocaría compartir habitación con él, apenas se dirigían palabra. Tal vez se pedirían la sal, o a lo mejor le preguntaba a alguien que estuviera a la misma distancia para que se la diera. Pues, lo quisiera o no, Nicola se sentía incomoda hablando con el rubio ¿Que por qué? la muchacha era celosa cuando se trataba de Simon. Jamás le había pasado aquello. No con Alfie ni mucho menos Newt. Sin embargo, para la menor se trataba de alguien importante, de alguien diferente. Ni siquiera sabía si había respondido a la muchacha, pero a ella le bastaba con ver un registro de llamadas lleno de aquel nombre que se repetía una y otra vez. Además, la italiana había notado que no era solo por su propio comportamiento, sino que el joven había tomado la misma decisión que ella y no dirigirle palabra, apenas la mirada. 

Después de haber tenido aquella charla interna consigo misma, salió de la ducha donde se había metido un cuarto de hora atrás para poder limpiarse aquel estropicio que llevaba en el pelo. Jamás debería haber hecho caso a River, tal vez así no llevaría purpurina por el pelo todavía. Tomó un toalla y se secó el cuerpo y el pelo como pudo. Puso la toalla alrededor de su pecho, dejando que esta cayera hasta sus rodillas. No era un trapo muy grande, pero la corta estatura de la única mujer en la habitación hacía que aquella toalla ocupara lo necesario. Agarró el secador y comenzó la tarea en su cabello, hasta que finalmente acabó. Continuó vistiéndose con ropa limpia que había cogido antes de entrar y colocó las toallas sobre su brazo. Se calzó y salió a la habitación donde las lavadoras se hallaban. Las colgó en el gancho que había nada mas entrar y salió de la sala. Comenzó a deambular por la casa hasta que se le ocurrió ir al salón a ver una de sus pelis favoritas, “Star Wars: Una Nueva Esperanza”.  Continuó su camino hacia el hall de la entrada donde se encontraban las maletas. Observó con detenimiento sus tres maletas, intentando recordar donde se encontraban sus películas y videojuegos. Segundos después, recordó que había sacado ropa de una de aquellas mochilas y había visto la portada del “Batman: Arkham Knight” al fondo del equipaje. Abrió aquella donde su ropa se encontraba ya revuelta. Apartó esta para finalmente coger la peli y su PS3 que más tarde conectaría en la tele del lugar. Cerró la maleta y emprendió su viaje a la sala de estar. Nada más llegar, notó la presencia de quien parecía Carter, pues su cabellera asomaba por encima del sofá. No se molestó en ver que hacía, ni siquiera en tomar cuenta de si estaba viendo la TV -Hola-. Musitó, casi en un tono cansado. Puso su Play y película en una pequeña mesa que se encontraba al fondo de la habitación. Agarró el más caro de estos objetos y se acercó a la gran pantalla de plasma. Justo antes de llegar, echó un vistazo a la persona que se encontraba sobre el sofá. Su corazón casi se paró cuando observó a Simon sentado en este. Se paró y suspiró. No era un suspiro de cansancio sobre este, ni de cansancio; sino de terror. Sabía que llevaba tiempo esperando una charla entre ellos, y se temía que aquel era el momento. Intentó sonreír, aun sujetando su preciada posesión -Hola...-. Espetó, casi en un susurro; repitiendo la palabra que hacía dos minutos había ya dicho. Aunque no lo pareciera ye n cierto modo, la mujer se alegraba de ver al contrario. Como ya había dicho, hacía mucho que no hablaba con el hombre; pero si prefería hacerlo con Agnes, adelante; ella no se iba a interponer entre lo que tuvieran.

[enchantressofthemoon-archiv-blog]

Call @ Simon

A: With my luck, he's in the middle of surgery right now. [she mumbles into the phone, letting out a soft sigh.]

[damnedwanderess-archive]

Fancy Meeting You Here || Simlyn (flashback to 1891)

This was good, it felt good. Actually, it felt right. Evelyn had lived her fair share of lifetimes by now, but she was truly on her own now. The vampire had cut ties with her maker and his family nearly five decades before. Now she was on her own and had found her way back to London, back to her human home. Much had changed in the lifetimes she spent away from it, but that was true of any society through the passage of time. She spent most of the time now experiencing the new, evolved London -- going to the theater and learning from the art and music that was now popular. The blonde vampire had also taken to spending some time at hospitals that were frequented by victims of a most foul sickness. It was called consumption, but it’s proper name was tuberculosis. It was an illness that Evelyn had an intimate knowledge of, one that had almost taken her life. That was, of course, until she was visited by the bastard brother from a certain family. But those were memories no longer worthy of being held on to.  “Relax, love,” she whispered sweetly to one of the sick, hand rubbing over his sweaty temple as she hummed a lullaby softly. In all her visits to these patients, she had taken to choosing one to heal -- to give a second chance. Of course, she had remained ever cautious of the doctor who seemed ever present. Dr. Wraith, she had heard his name spoken countless times since her first visit. He was always about, working hard to save the lives of these people. He was young, to be such an esteemed physician. His intense blue eyes were usually rimmed with red from what could only be lack of sleep. Perhaps, if he were to get a full night of sleep and clean up a bit, he could be considered handsome. Other than her initial observations, she hadn’t thought much of the young doctor. “Shhh,” she comforted the dying man on whose bed she sat, glancing up to make sure that clever doctor was no where in sight, “I’m going to help you.” The blonde let her face change, only long enough pierce the soft skin of her thumb. As her face returned to normal, she ran her thumb along the lip of the man and made sure her blood got into his mouth. “You’ll feel so much better when you wake,” she whispered, starting to hum again as she pulled her thumb back and moved to fix the pillows under his head.

[driftingkingsimon]

can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

[s0-this-is-l0ve-ellaglass]

Oh No! The Yo-Yo || Simon

"He doesn't do feelings...complete opposite of me. I'm okay, Simon. I'm probably just making a huge deal out of nothing, like usual." Ella's seat swung lightly. "I'm o-okay. I just need to figure out a dress for homecoming." She turned away and wiped her eyes in the darkness. "I'm sorry you're stuck up here with my whining."

[fernandbaptiste]

Homecoming || Simone & Fernand

Fernand had made his way across the city in the early hours of the morning while everyone was still in bed. He didn't want to see people, he was just happy to be breathing air that wasn't stagnant and stale. He was going to be home with his sister, and she'd be safe, he'd made sure of that. He was so tired... He barely realized when he was home, almost walking down the street and passed his own door. He stopped, entering the house quietly, not wanting to disturb Simone. He had no clue what to even tell her. just ignore it until she forgot or didn't care anymore. The cloak was clutched tightly around his shoulders as he finally was home again. No one would hurt him here, everything was safe. He began to creep up the stairs, hoping all would be well after he slept.

[sawyerbrooke-jfc]

Simon || Meet Me

simon-adams-rp:

He couldn't help but grin when her voice filled the small woodsy area. "Screaming my name huh?" He ask, a smirk in his voice, which came from behind a tree. He'd been sitting against it, waiting for her to show up. The night had brought a chill to his arms, but he still smiled when he saw her and stood up. "I'm going to guess that you missed me while I was in LA?" he teased, his green eyes on her blue ones, even in the darkness

Jumping Sawyer let out a loud scream before huffing and reaching up brushing some hair behind her ear pouting, "You're fucking terrible you know I-.." She sighed licking her lips her heart beating quickly. Walking over to him she stood up on her toes wrapping her arms around his neck burying her face against his shoulder closing her eyes, "I did." She whispered tightening her arms around his neck. "I'm glad you're home." She nodded leaning back from the hug her hands moving down to rest on his chest as she looked up at him, "Don't leave like that again."

[eirwenevans]

Watching The TIme

Wen had been aimlessly been reading and doing homework for the past few days when Simon texted her. Of course, she had to be mindful of time, but she couldn't pass it up for the life of her. Wen hadn't really seen him more than once or twice since the prom gone wrong, but she did like being around him. She always had. Smoothing out her skirt so she didn't get in trouble for the length, Wen grabbed her phone, and key before stepping out in the hall. 

The boys dorms were on the other end of the school, and a month ago it would have seemed much larger, but now she was accustomed to the size, and to school it's self. There were things she was still getting use to, but she seemed to understand most of what she had learned. Wen stopped in front of his dorm, letting out a soft breath. She checked the time once again, making sure that she was still alright on time, which she was thank goodness. She pushed the door open, smiling at the boy, knocking a little. "Hey, thanks for inviting me over here." She looked around the room. "Do you have this all to yourself?"

[raphaelarider]

Newlywed Noon || Saphi

Rapahela awoke to a stubbly, sleeping Simon next to her, all warm and cozy in their hotel bed. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, careful not to wake him, and slipped out of bed to open the window, revealing the bright Paris sky. Surprised at the break in the rain, Raphi thought they should spend the afternoon outside. She wrote a tiny note on the hotel stationary, letting her husband know where to meet her, and set off in search of some food. The best way to spend a day outside, after all, was with a picnic. 

Later that day, she arrived beneath the famed Eiffel Tower, her head thrown back to view the intricate pattern of the iron structure. She lay a plaid blanket out on the grass and began to lay out her findings. Two legally purchased bottles of wine, a couple of long, fresh baguettes, some cheese, berries, and pastries, and a grilled fish from a restaurant down the street. She was about to text Simon and ask where he was when she saw two brown boots approaching. Raphi beamed up at him, opening her arms to display what she had set up. “Ta-da!” she stood, smoothing her white sundress, “What do you think?”

@ghost-boy-zerom

[ryderlowe]

» Ryder & Simon

Ryder pulls up to Simon's house, he hadn't seen his friend in a while. And the frantic way he wanted hi to come over, he knew it must be important. Sliding his phone in his pocket he slid out of the car, closing the door behind him. Walking up to the door, he knocked. Waiting patiently for someone to answer, Simon's mom answered the door. "Hello! Is Simon here?" Already knowing the answer he walked in after she said he was in his room. Going up to his room Ryder knocked on the door before slowly opening the door. "Alright, so what's up?" 

[enchantressofthemoon-archiv-blog]

I Don’t Know You Anymore || Simlex

It felt as though she had held her entire breath on her walk to Simon’s loft. Ears were ringing, eyes stinging with tears. She just couldn’t believe this. Any of it. But why would Damon lie about it? He had nothing to gain by telling her what he knew about Simon, what Simon did to Evelyn -- to those sick people. And he was right, she deserved an explanation from Simon himself. But for some reason she couldn’t get her key to his loft to work. Letting out a frustrated sigh, her hand came up and the door flew open -- almost off it’s hinges. Yes, she was emotional. Yes, her emotions often compromised her control. But she didn’t really give a fuck about her control right now.  “Simon?” she called out with no response. It was a few moments she spent just standing there, looking around at the loft with watery eyes. This was where they made love for the first time, where she let him feed off her, where he would cook her breakfast. How could the man she loved be the man who hurt all those people? She stepped toward the desk, footsteps feeling heavy, and her fingers skimmed over the back of the couch -- where they confessed their tragedies to one another. With shaky legs, she sat at the desk, looking over the smooth surface. With a pounding heart, she finally started searching through it. And finally, she found something. One paper about a subject -- a vampire, testing the limits of daylight. Another -- vampire, testing the effects of werewolf venom. There wasn’t many, about ten or so, but it was enough to make her heart fall. Taking the papers, she arranged them in a neat pile and stacked them neatly on the clean desk. Then they set fire, a fire that her eyes never left. She watched it burn until the papers were ash, the desk soon flying across the room and crashing into the couch. The tears she tried holding back now falling. Alex stood, looking around the loft once more. First she died, then her grandmother died, and now this. Her world was flipped upside down and shit on. Everything in the room was breaking -- windows shattered, furniture crashing into walls. Pillows and sheets shredded in the air before being flung all over. Everything was caught in her storm as she slowly sank to her knees, a sob finally escaping her throat. simonwraith