#simon and bea

[semisolidmind]

Can we maaaaybe get some headcanons or info about Simon the cat and like his personality? Not much is known about the cat boy 😔🙏🏻

(was nice to draw them again, trying to get out of this funk im in)

-simon is anomalous as a being. is he a demon? an eldritch creature? some kind of weird cat? it’s not clear

-it’s also not clear why he’s attached himself to bea

-he doesn’t always kill to eat, and he doesn’t always kill for protection

not sure what else to say, simon and his lore change often

[cowboydisaster]

Alkaline

Ghost x reader -hate sex

cw: dead dove do not eat, dub!con, hate sex, choking, violence

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Ghost hates you. He swears to god, to whatever higher being may be out there, that he fucking hates you. It’s a deep hatred. One that sinks into his bones, lingers in his irises, sends sharp ice shooting down through his veins. He should have killed you when he had the chance, but he was sloppy. Uncareful. 

Ghost despises you. The way that you linger in the back of his mind. The way that, late at night, he craves your touch. He shouldn’t want you, need you, anymore. You’re a traitor. A disgrace to the service and to your country. He should have killed you back then, but he didn’t. It’s selfish, keeping you on a string, using you as his little toy. But Simon hasn’t been a good man for a long time.

You’re riding him, gasping and gripping his shoulders as you lower yourself up and down on his  hard cock. You throw your head back as you moan, exposing your throat to him. He has half a mind to sink his teeth into the tender flesh there, to pull deep, thick ichor from your throat. It makes him sick, seeing you using his body to pleasure yourself. Rough, experienced fingers wrap themselves around your throat and squeeze. It’s too tight and you struggle to breathe. A pathetic squeak leaves your throat, and you claw at his hand before he pushes you off him. You cough and gasp for the air that you were deprived of as you hit the wooden floor. It’s cold and unforgiving. 

So is he. 

“My turn.” Ghost growls, sliding his tactical pants the rest of the way off before he’s on his knees in between your legs. “Needed me so bad, you had to come crawlin’ back, huh?” You wish you could disagree with him, argue with him, but you know that he’s right. He chuckles and it rumbles in his throat. “Little fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” He lowers himself over you on the ground. 

An apex predator circling, preparing to devour its prey. 

“Fuck you.” You spit at him. Satisfyingly, it lands wet on his cheek and he growls.

“That was the point in you coming out here to find me, wasn’t it?” He wipes your saliva away with two fingers and promptly shoves them into your mouth, pushing past teeth until his fingers are deep in your throat. You choke first, but then suck, and he groans. You can feel his cock pressing hard against your thigh, and you squirm your hips down until you can feel him, just barely, against your folds. 

With sharp eyes, staring up at his lifeless mask and his cold eyes, you bite down on his fingers. It’s hard enough to leave indents and cuts from your canines. He’d slap you if you didn’t have his hand trapped in your mouth. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell. Still a bloody spitfire, aren’t you, love?” The old pet name makes you grimace. His fingers are drenched, sopping with your spit when he takes them out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva connects you to his fingers as he pulls them away. Slowly, he trails them down your body, leaving a path of wetness around your breasts, down to your lower stomach. You whine, bucking up your hips, and shudder at the featherlight feeling. He halts suddenly, and you feel his eyes boring, burning, into you. 

“Shut up.” He barks. 

“Then hurry up, unless you want your captain to wander in here and-” He wastes no time, not even letting you finish your sentence.

Ghost slips two thick fingers into your throbbing cunt, curling them up, nearly touching your navel from the inside. You moan, gripping the floorboards to no avail before your fingers grasp his arm. Nails dig into his scarred flesh, leaving crescent shaped imprints, drawing blood. 

With a half-raised mask, his mouth meets your plump breast, and he toys with your raised, stiff nipple. He draws circles with his tongue before flicking the muscle over the raised peak. He releases it with a pop before taking you into his mouth again. You buck your hips further into his hand, hips raised off the floor as he licks and sucks your breast. Electricity ignites under your skin with every flick of his tongue. You hate him. You hate how good he makes you feel, but he's practiced in touching you. You whine at the feeling of his teeth grazing you, teasing you just until it hurts and you cry out, nails once again drawing blood. Raised claw marks streak along his arm. It’s a never ending dance between you and Simon– Ghost.

Predator and prey morph, fighting back and forth, switching between the aggressor and the wounded. 

“Gonna cum f’ me already?”  His voice is breathless and raspy. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You toss your head side to side, a muffled “huh-uh” falling from your tightly shut lips. He notices the way your eyes are drawn closed, your nose scrunched up from pleasure, and your lips are plump from biting them.

His eyes grow dark, “We’ll see about that.” You’ve challenged him. Ghost accepts.

His fingers are pumping inside of you and the pressure begins to build. Just then, when he feels the first tense shudder, he traps your poor, aching clit under his thumb, pressing down in circles that are too hard, too fast. It’s too much all at once. You clench your muscles, trying to resist the building pressure. He laughs. The bastard. “No use tryin’ to get away.”

Ghost is still rubbing tight circles around your clit, and your attempts to hold back fall away to nothing. White stars burst in your vision and you’re coming undone on his fingers, squeezing them tightly in your walls. The moans that leave your lips are downright sinful, dotted with curses and shouts of his name. Your hips buck rhythmically into his hand, slowing as your pleasure winds down. 

He only allows you two deep breaths to recover before he’s flipping you over. Your knees hit the wooden floor harshly, leaving bruises and scrapes on the unmarked flesh. 

“Fuck, you could at least try to be careful.” You grit your teeth. 

“Careful isn’t exactly in my handbook, is it?” He runs his thick, long cock along your dripping folds, grabbing your ass hard enough to leave an imprint of his large hand. “Plus, you should be thankful. If I was careful, you’d have a bullet between your eyes.” He smacks your ass, hard. “M’ still thinking about it, actually.”

Then, while you're still sucking in through your teeth from the sting of his slap, he rams himself into your tight, throbbing cunt. It’s too much. He’s too big. You always have to build up to this part, but he’s wasting no time. With no afterthought about you, he stuffs himself in further, feeling the tightness. It’s not easy, shoving his length past your barriers, but he wants to bottom out against your pretty little pussy. Or, rather, he likes watching you squirm with the pain of it all. You deserve it, afterall. It’s only a fraction, a morsel, of the pain that you’d caused him. 

“Ah- Simon!”

“Ghost.” He corrects. You don’t get to call him by his name. Not anymore.

“Ghost, wait-wait. I can’t-” you gasp, “Can’t take it all at once. Please, wait.” You squirm away from him, but he grabs you by the waist, holding you firmly in place. He ignores your comments, ramming his cock the rest of the way into you until he’s hitting your cervix, groaning. You scream, walls stretching too far, ripping, to accommodate his size. Your nails dig painfully into the wood under you and you scream. 

The predator finally sinks its teeth into the prey, razor sharp claws tearing into soft flesh. 

He wastes no time and spares you no ache as he steadily, but harshly, fucks you. It's rough, aggressive, near primal as he lowers his chest to your back, scooping under your stomach to reach further depths. 

“So fuckin’ tight. Fit me so- so good.” He grumbles, breath hot against your back.  You’re sure it’s because he’s carved your walls to fit him. He keeps a steady pace, and after a while, the pain in your core shifts to a pang of pleasure. He's stuffed so deep, cock pressing deep into your belly, stretching you out so completely that it aches. 

You run your hand down your stomach, past his arms, as your fingers reach your sore clit. With the slightest contact from your fingers, you moan. Immediately, Ghost rips your hand away from your body holding it tightly behind you, over your back. You whimper at the loss of contact. 

“Not yet,” He says, breath coming in heavy  puffs as he pushes you lower to the ground. Your knees fall further apart, and your chest touches the floorboards in his new position. “Want you to cum from my cock.” He groans, shaft twitching inside you, “Not your pathetic little fingers.” 

He can reach impossibly deeper with you pushed all the way down to the floor, and you fight back tears from the pressure. He feels so good. Tearing you apart. Putting you back together. When you start moaning, he keeps a steady pace, feeling the way you sporadically clench around him. 

“Close- so close, Ghost. Ah- please, please don't stop.” 

He smirks. Your breaths come in quick, short gasps and then you're clenching around him, squeezing him for everything he has. Your cries fill the safe house, even extending outside as you finish around him. Your vision goes white, core clenching so tight that you fear you might rip in two. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just fucks you through it. When you start to come down, he overstimulates you instead of slowing down. When you squeeze him tightly, Ghost can't hold himself back. Two harsh pumps and then he's sliding out of you, spilling his hot, sticky seed all over your back, releasing a groan so guttural that it rumbles beneath your skin. 

For a few moments, you both catch your breath. Standing from behind you, still breathing heavily, Ghost starts picking up his clothes. This is always the hard part. The part where some of the blinding red, the rage leaves your vision and you have to leave each other. 

“Clean yourself up.” He tosses you a handkerchief from his vest. 

You take it, wiping up his mess before moving to find your own clothes. When Ghost is fully dressed, he moves to the door. You expect him to leave without saying anything like usual, but he hesitates for a second in the door. You look up, finding his gaze. It's cold as ice. Far under the mask, deep in his familiar brown eyes, there is a hurt, a pain, so deep that the deepest of all trenches could merely scratch at its surface. He disguises it with layers and layers of numbness. Ghost opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again, finding his words.

“Don’t come find me again.” His voice isn't angry. It's not filled with his usual rage and hatred. Instead it's ice cold, numb. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Next time, I will kill you.” 

The predator makes one final circle around its prey before stalking away,  licking the blood clean from its paws. The prey lay wounded, warned.

[aubreyathame]

wip favorite character bingo redraw

(old vers below cut)

[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

[moondrifterr]

more simera stuff + golbbetty scarred bea

[a-sparrows-melody]

The Mortal Instruments - Cassandra Clare

DISCLAIMER: These are my opinions. I do not mean harm - neither to the creator of this wonderful series, nor to the fandom and any of its followers. If you do not agree with my opinion, please do not engage merely to fight with me (I don't like it).

The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare is a mixed bag of brilliance and flaws, particularly when revisited with a more critical eye.

I'd started reading this during a reading slump, so the books seemed absolutely perfect - filled with fast-paced action, vivid world-building, and a character-driven plot that never felt dull. The relatable flaws of the characters, especially Clary's ideals and Jace's identity crisis arc, made them endearing (at least in the first four books).

The first three books stood out, reflecting Clare’s meticulous research and captivating writing style, which skillfully incorporated advanced vocabulary. These elements created a strong and powerful narrative that resonated deeply, making the books a joy to read (especially during a reading slump, when you want nothing serious).

Simon's character was sort of relatable as well, and Magnus and Alec's relationship was really sweet. Isabelle was fairly fine as a character (mind you, I'm only talking about the first three books) - so no qualms for any of them (they were written as well as they could have been written).

However, the series' latter half falters. The fourth book was fine, merely as a check-in on beloved characters, but by the fifth and sixth installments, the story had fallen apart. The writing style had lost it's grip on me.

Clary's transformation into a Mary Sue (reminiscent of Bella from Twilight), was particularly disappointing. Her character became obsessed with Jace, reducing her personality to just her relationship with him (you know those high-school couples that make dating their entire personality?). Additionally, Clare’s portrayal of Clary’s victim complex was frustrating; in every battle, Clary does so little yet ends up needing the most care - which felt unrealistic and annoying.

Sebastian was just straight-up psychopathic (which was great - I love psychopathic antagonists) but he should have remained dead, in my opinion. The Lilith plot-line was just an unnecessary appendage.

A significant shortcoming of the series is its superficial treatment of human emotions. Despite being a character-driven story, the emotional depth of characters like Clary and Jace is often glossed over. Their traumas are mentioned but never fully explored, making their reactions feel shallow and disconnected from their experiences. For instance, the death of Jordan Kyle, a close friend, is barely acknowledged, with the characters quickly moving on without much reflection or grief (literally they're like: oh, that's sad. Hey, those are funny, undersized pajamas!).

The series also became repetitive, with a recurring plot cycle involving Jace getting possessed -> shutting down/running away -> Clary attempting to "save" him (read: putting more people in danger).

This redundancy, coupled with the lack of emotional realism, made the latter books feel like a letdown. Ultimately, the series should have ended after the first three books - which delivered a powerful message about a neglectful government and a flawed revolution. The decision to extend the series only diluted its impact, turning it into a disappointing follow-up to an initially strong start.

Yeah, I don't think I'll read the rest of the Shadowhunters mega-series

-X-

Trying books reviews for the first time! Yay! Any thoughts?

[heliza24]

The best cowriter and friend @bluedalahorse commissioned these absolutely perfect portraits from @loren91 of the Young Royals characters in our Heart and Homeland regency AU for Christmas. I love them so much!

They are!!! So good!!! Simon looks so handsome, and he has a purple waistcoat! August has a smirk and high cravat that looks like his turtleneck! Sara and Felice look so pretty, and the details on their dresses are perfect. And Wilhelm is wearing the Swedish flag colors and looks so determined, which if you've read the most recent chapter of our fic you'll know is absolutely correct for him.

I will definitely be posting these again once we have new chapters ready, but I couldn't resist posting them now because it's such a perfect Christmas gift!

Also if you're looking for a long read over the Christmas break and these portraits intrigued you... here's over 200k of heartfelt regency feels for you :)

[everseens]

this was supposed to just be a normal night at the club, out with bea's girlfriends. that was the plan at least, bea dressed up in her favorite light blue party dress with her hair straightened (quite the rare occurrence). she had already downed more shots than she could count with her friends, and by this point she was on the dance floor trying not to lose track of where everyone was. but suddenly, her eyes her shifted to a familiar figure, and she began to try to convince herself that it wasn't who she thought it was. was this town really that small? after another glance, as much as she tried to convince herself that her eyes were deceiving her, it seemed pretty obvious that it was once again simon in the corner of the dance floor. and at that, it looked like he was flirting it up with some random girl. she had no right to express any form of anger, but she did a little bit once she pulled her friends to the side to point out that he was there. she was trying to duck her head a bit in case he would see her, but wasn't exactly sure how well that would work. / @dysnomiias

[a-ramblinrose]

"It's Not Hoarding If It's Books" Book Haul!!!

Romance! Poetry! Nonfiction! Fantasy!

I had way to much fun combing the shelves of three different bookstores today! Well, two bookstores and a thrift shop with a lovely collection of very reasonably priced reading material. XP

[cowboydisaster]

dom!Ghost x sub!reader is just a really fucking intense game of Simon says.

[aubreyathame]

i got a bit quirky with that favorite character bingo thing and i am SO sorry for these tags

(THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LO

[inkshadow]

mama mia here we go again @everseens

you have got to be fucking kidding me. simon was so close to actually letting the words fall from his mouth, opposite the date who continued to droll on about they various species of butterflies she'd learned about on tiktok today. couldn't be a worse subject for him to sit through but now, with the appearance of a certain someone, he was tempted to just set the whole town on fire. clearing his throat, he sat up even straighter in his seat, hoped that neither bea nor his date noticed him, and continued to listen to the girl as if she was the most interesting person in the world. spoiler alert: she wasn't.

[moondrifterr]

he would so kill me and i am so here for it

close-up on his scary face :)

[sunlightbash]

Bash ig story's 💗

[deconstructthesoup]

Why is Chappel Roan giving me another excuse to actually freaking write the Slay the Princess Enchanted AU

[everseens]

things felt like they were finally starting to make sense for bea and simon. although they had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions and situations, what came down to it was that bea wanted simon in her life, and was willing to put in the work for them. snuggling up in bed after a dinner date, bea's head rested on simon's chest, letting her fingers trail gently across his chest as she sighed softly in satisfaction. "today was perfect, thanks again for taking me out..." she trailed off for a second before finally looking up at him, making eye contact now. "so... any updates about your next assignment? i just... want to be prepared again, i guess." / @inkshadow