#simon thread.

[inkshadow]

random closed starter for @sunliights

❝ alright. what is your ideal date? what's something you've always wanted to do but haven't or something that you really really enjoy? ❞

[bluegiragi]

underground fighter au goes crazy (inspired by this threadfic over on twitter)

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[inkshadow]

"just know that i will always come back home to you. as quickly as i possibly can."

"i would — i think you're worth it."

[griefyards]

The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Brokeback Mountain (2005) // Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // A Lover's Discourse, Roland Barthes // A Ghost Story (2017) // The Second Sex, Simone de Beauvoir // Candy (2006) // Letters to Vera, Vladimir Nabokov.

[tojisun]

hockey player simon pt 0.5 // pt 01 & 02

(pre-pt 1 & 2)

there is something that riley (41) does that kind of—or really, if you're being honest, which you aren't—makes you breathless. you wonder if it's a deliberate habit, or if it's something he does unconsciously. whatever it may be, it drives you fucking nuts.

when he's on ice, mid-game, riley chooses to chew on his mouth guard instead of wearing it.

thing is, he's not the only one who actually does this—countless lead players are photographed as they chew on their mouthpieces, their eyes faraway because they are in the zone—and you've always noticed them, of course you have, but there is something fundamentally different when riley does it.

it's pleasing when it's him who does it. attractive.

the others barely make you blink, but riley? god, you can't even show your camera roll to your friends anymore because of that one day when you mass-saved every single photo of him biting on his mouth guard that you could scour.

you probably downloaded about forty-one (ha!) images of those types.

it's embarrassing to admit out loud, but dear god he is so charming like that—in full hockey gear, his damp hair framing his flushed face, and his grin made cheekier by the fact that he's biting down on his mouth guard.

one was even your homescreen for a while.

fuck him for being gorgeous.

---

(post-pt 02)

simon skates towards you at the sound of the buzzer—the first period is over, and now it was time for the intermission. the rink is being cleared out for the re-icing, but here he is being a bastard, loitering and everything. even his coach seemed to have given up at shouting his name already, and after a quick glance at him, you know simon’s going to be reprimanded for this.

but the thought and the fond exasperation is squashed into hot smithereens, with your heart lodging itself in your throat again. you feel faint, your eyes going wide as you map the way simon moves towards you, gliding across ice with a rugged grace.

simon’s eyes are dark, lined with exhaustion and adrenaline, and his teeth, pearly, are chewing on his mouthpiece.

fuck—

he stops just in front of you and taps the glass protector. cameras flash by your sides and you know damn well you’d see your face later posted in different socials, but right now, in front of simon, you can’t even begin to care how ridiculous you might look.

(you looked breathless. cowed. in awe. everyone can’t fault you, really, after all that’s riley.)

you don’t even know what you did—did you wave your hand too? did you tap back? did you do something else, something that you typically wouldn’t have done?—but whatever it was, it has simon smiling, his lips tugging up to show more of his pearly teeth gnashing on his mouth guard.

you whimper.

-

"why the hell do you keep chewing on ye' gumshield?" mactavish asks in the weight room while he spots simon's reps. garrick is in the corner by himself while price is out with the coaches, discussing about other plays they can start with come the second period.

simon has to tamp down his smile at mactavish’s words, his arms almost buckling as the rush of inexplicable giddiness that fills him up, before he murmurs, "s'none of y'r business."

"oi!"

well what does mactavish want simon to say? that he accidentally peeked into one of the albums in your old phone only to be met by series of pictures of him biting on his mouthpiece and decided to tease you during today’s game?

that’d make him look like he isn’t serious about the game, wouldn’t it?

this is, truly, inspired by draisaitl 😔 and for @spngingerbread21 <33

[gomzdrawfr]

Soul Marks

"I had a different place in mind..."

part 1 here :]

:･ﾟ✧Bonus ✧･ﾟ:

[inkshadow]

every one of her actions went successfully unnoticed by him, his eyes now in a daze and head foggy with liquor. simon doesn't remember the girl's name he'd been dancing with, nor does she seem to care that he doesn't address her as such. his lips brushing over her skin every now and then seemed to do the trick, distracting her from the details that should have mattered but no longer do. ultimately, the decision had been made to take her back to his, since it was the one night that his parents would stay the night at the hospital. hand at the small of the girl's back, simon opens the door out of the club but makes the final terrible decision to look back into the crowd one last time to lock eyes with bea, letting his gaze linger for perhaps too long, before breaking the contact and stepping out into the cold night air.

bea had complained enough to her friends, trying with everything in her power to not burst at the seams emotionally. the idea of leaving early had crossed her mind many times, just so she didn't have to deal with the fact that she was under the same roof as simon while he was dancing up on another girl, let alone having to catch it out of the corner of her eye. but her friends had insisted that she stay, to show him that she was having a fun time without him-- or at least give him that illusion. and with that, she had downed a number of more shots, trying her hardest to forget about what had happened that evening but miserably failing at doing so. by the end of the night, she just couldn't help but glance back, hoping and praying he didn't catch her sight-- but at this point, she was too drunk to care, considering this would probably be the last time she'd ever see him.

[24-05txt]

[Excerpt of a journal found in the possession of one Captain John Price, dated 02.03.24]

Zombies.

Nothin' much more to say than that.

As expected, world's gone to shit.

People have died.

Some are still holdin' on.

Shitton of research. Ethics on that went out the door.

Not ashamed to say I think about handing them both over sometimes.

Our domesticated animals.

The academic types would be all over them for certain.

Zombies that don't bite? Trained, walking corpses?

Could bring us leaps and bounds closer to a cure.

On the otherhand... could just turn into a science fair project.

I wouldn't do that to my boys.

Even if I did, I wouldn't live long after. Because Simon isn't dead.

At least, I don't think he is.

No-one has been able to get close enough to confirm... Aside from Soap.

And Soap is definitely dead.

We thought the poor muppet had a stroke, at first; struggling to talk. To move.

Put him on bedrest. Ghost took watch (wouldn't give it up).

Didn't suspect a thing of either of them until I caught Ghost feeding him raw meat.

(Still don't know where it came from.)

They were quarantined for a bit. Ghost hadn't spoken for weeks at that point.

Just stared at us. Sat beside MacTavish.

He tried to break out when Soap started to go hungry.

I could have put them out of their misery.

Should have.

Gaz was on watch when Ghost finally broke out.

(Soap was too weak to walk by then.)

Let him go hunting. He brought back a body.

We didn't bother locking them up again.

No one has noticed yet. Not enough of a system left to report them to anyway. Options are to ignore it or shoot them yourself.

Guess their work makes up for it. Plenty of reason to turn a blind eye.

Soap is as well-behaved as ever. Quick on the uptake for someone who can hardly string a sentence together.

Simon is the worst he's ever been, but competent. Deadly. More ruthless than before.

Still hasn't spoken a word.

Suppose he is dead. Funny that his heart stayed beating once it finally took.

[s0fter-sin]

nikolai hunting ghost down whenever they're on the same base and plucking him from whatever duties he has to whisk him away somewhere private. he has no authority, nothing more than his reputation as a rogue pilot with a few screws loose, but the way he fearlessly manhandles the ghost has people ducking out of his way anyway

behind a locked door, he offers ghost the choice of either curling up at his feet or sitting pliant in his lap, his full weight against him with his head lax on his shoulder; warm, comfortable, boneless

he then tucks his mask up above his lips and plies him with fruit and sweets; things he'd never buy for himself, indulgences he’d never entertain, wasted on a hollow shell like him

but nikolai? oh, he knows how much he deserves them; these precious moments of peace where the only thing ghost exists for is the next delicious bite

he feeds them to him one by one; thumbing strawberry juice and powdered sugar from his lips, humming in pure pleasure as he sucks it away, and smiles at ghost’s involuntary shivers when he feeds him his favourites. ghost doesn't even know what most of the sweets even are; what they’re made of or even what country nikolai buys them from. he just knows he loves them; loves the chase of nikolai’s fingers on his tongue after each one even more

nikolai always brings plenty for him, always draws it out, wanting these rare breaths of contentment to last for ghost’s sake as much as his own; offering plump bites of tart, homemade treats, letting rich chocolate melt between his fingers so it's soft in his mouth and watches his eyes flutter shut as he savours it

decadence incarnate; slow taught and hard won

ghost licks the dregs from his fingers and suckles them long after they're clean; the thought of an empty mouth so wrong to his sweet-clouded mind. nikolai coos in russian down at him, brushing his fingers through his hair as he holds him close, but he's too far away to take in any of it; the only thing holding him in the present the sugared fingers held gently in his mouth

after all, nikolai's always been his favourite sweet

[inkshadow]

❝ yes, yes, i'll pick some up on the way - ❞ his words are cut short as chance dealt his fate today, his eyes locking on a girl whose face still haunts him in his dreams in the most beautiful way. couldn't focus on his mother's words that continue to trickle from his phone before he tells her that he needs to go, as if he needed to focus on something while waiting for his coffee order. she was on a date this time... at the very place he introduced her to. despite the pain ebbing in his chest, he supposed that karmic retribution was the only thing that could make this right, and he had no reason to be jealous. not after he'd ghosted her for months on end.

closed starter for @vvhimsicals

[inkshadow]

"hey no no no, i'm totally okay with talking about what happened last night over breakfast. just, you know, as long as you're fine with the graphic details," simon continues to tease once his mouthful was finished, though suddenly feeling a bit parched from the embarrassment of it all that causes him to take another long sip of his coffee. "i'm glad you like it!" it's a relief that she didn't wake up to shitty breakfast; he'd have considered that one hell of a bummer note to end on. enjoying a meal together had always been one of his more cherished ways to spend time with someone so he figured why not extend their happy little moment for an hour or two more? "this might be backwards of me to do," simon starts back up again, not wanting to linger too much on his impressionable cooking skills, "but what all do you enjoy doing in your free time? tell me more about yourself."

she noticed the bright grin spread across his face, and it naturally encouraged her own lips to mirror his. it surprised her how comfortable she felt around him, especially considering they had only known each other for a short time. placing a forkful of the scrambled eggs into her mouth, she couldn't help but laugh softly, a smirk soon forming on her lips. she absolutely adored the way he looked with his head tilted to the side and that smug expression on his face—it made her heart skip a beat in the best possible way. "i was talking about last night, but if you need extra reassurance that i'm impressed with your breakfast-making skills, we can discuss that instead," she teased, her tone playful and full of the same smugness. she took another bite of the delicious food on her plate. "It's really good, by the way."

[carelessflower]

Tmi gang and the perfumes they would use

your local tmi brained has come back with another analysis. this thread considered multi facets into picking a specific sense for each character, from their personality, occupation to their financial background. and feel free to add in any perfume you think also fit these characters 💖

Alec

Starting off with our beloved consul. After marrying into wealth and slowly moving away from the battlefield and into the office, Alec develops a penchant for light, comforting scents, thinking white floral, peony, and smell of freshly washed fine cashmere sweater. Note the sandalwood, through the influence of his husband

Magnus

The ever-elusive high warlock of Brooklyn. Gorgeous, exquisite taste. Say you can’t afford him and everyone knows it. Magnus loves a rich gourmand with bits of kick, much like his chaotic personality. He's a party boy at heart, but that family side sure brings out the sweetness

Clary

Clary is like the turning point between spring and summer. Windy enough for a lazy picnic. Floral but not too sweet. She needs something fresh, to roll out of bed every morning for shadowhunter training, art class, and then the occasional demon-hunting date night

Jace

The golden boy your parents warn you about. Is that the beast or the fallen angel? Can be seen either shirtless or sticking by his armies of worn leather jackets, Jace has no qualms about attracting eyes everywhere he goes. He would smell like he instigates a fight in some sleazy crowded bar, and win

Izzy

Classic. Feminine. Seductive. The fantasy of every man's dream. Vanilla, almond, and tropical fruits, it is as delicious as it get. But beware behind the sweetness, her sharp whip and sharper heels, ready to crush anyone and everyone getting in her way. And it would be an honor

Simon

He doesn’t know much about perfume but got this as a prank and refuses to stop using it unironically. He also thinks its' citrus and salt help with the sweat after training and band practice. He’s lucky Izzy happens to like his natural musky scent beneath all the spray

+ (2) BONUS

Alternative pick for Alec

Still his favorite white floral, but there's more push for fresh and fruity

Alternative pick for Magnus

A million different smells at once, smokey and sexy

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@khaleesiofalicante @wandererbyheart @raziyekroos @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @alexandergideonslightwood @andrwminward

@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag @cam-ryt

@banesapothecary

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[temeyes]

ghost back in 2015, maybe (extra under the cut!!)

stage one: denial

[inkshadow]

he couldn't help but turn his head to snicker, overhearing the panic and barrage of questions coming from the other end of the line. he'd fully expected her to have her phone on her but given how wedding dresses are never made with pockets, he supposed there would only be so many places to put it. ❝ oh really? well maybe you should tell her that next time i leave, she better be home. it's not my fault they only gave me a handful of days and we don't live in the same town anymore! ❞ and to be honest, he didn't have too long this time either. free hand tugging on the lapels of his suit jacket - which was growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute - his eyes flicker from his best friend and out the window. ❝ i know that spontaneity is great and all but... what do we do now? where do i take you? i mean, i guess you could come to my hotel but you can't exactly stay there forever, bek. ❞

that  was  fair.    she  did  have  a  way  with  words,    especially  when  he  beat  her  at  mario  kart    –    nothing  says  rage  like  a  fourteen  year  old  getting  second  place  by  just  one  second.    eyes  glance  down  at  their  hands,    a  feeling  of  comfort  and  safety  washing  over  her.    bek  nods  with  a  laugh,    reaching  for  his  phone  in  the  cupholder  and  dialing  her  sisters  number.    only  half  a  ring  before  it’s  picked  up,    a  frantic    hello?    on  the  other  end  of  the  line.    ❛  alison,    it’s  me.  ❜    she  begins,    only  to  be  cut  off  by  an    oh,    thank  god!    and    wait,    why  are  you  on  simon’s  phone?    are  you  with  simon?    ❛  yeah,    listen,    i  -    tell  mom  i’m  sorry.    shit,    tell  everyone  i’m  sorry  -  .  ❜    her  sisters  voice  cut  her  off  again,    rambling  on  about  how  she’ll  take  care  of  it  and  to  steer  clear  from  the  venue  and  home  for  awhile.    she  hangs  up  the  phone,    giving  him  a  pointed  look.    ❛  she  wanted  to  tell  me  to  tell  you  hello  and  thank  you and that you better see her before you run away from us again.  ❜

[furiosophie]

happy halloween 🎃💀🔪🧼

costumes are based on this twt thread