Simon Lewis

Independent Simon Lewis || Private || Shadowhunters || Canon & Divergent

[thatslayer]

              Alright, my pretties, I’m trying to breathe some life into my poor, neglected muses. Work’s left me with very little time to myself and it’s so hectic and draining that I oftentimes don’t have it in me to write even when I do have an hour or two to myself, and I’m sorely missing writing.

     I won’t have time to do much until Sunday because my work schedule is still horrid but consider this a starter call for Faith Lehane ( @thatslayer ), Jace Herondale ( @inalifeafterthat ), Simon Lewis ( @imboldadjacent ), Alec Lightwood-Bane ( @whatsbeautifulandbroken ), Peggy Carter ( @tellusaboutitpeg ), Jessica Jones ( @mylasereyes ) & Ruby 2.0 ( @imusthavebloodinmyear ). Like this for a starter for a random muse, or feel free to let me know who you’re interested in.

                     I’ll still be a little bit slow to reply to things, at least for a bit until my IRL life calms down. Xoxo

[dualilpa-deactivated20171213]

[inalifeafterthat]

The Road Trip || Izzy & Simon ( shh, and Jace )

[imboldadjacent]

inalifeafterthat‌:

notjustadistraction‌:

Isabelle would never admit it, but when Simon had first brought up a road trip to Lebanon, she had felt less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but the look on Simon’s absolutely adorable face had made it impossible to say no to him.

Jace tagging along, however, was not exactly what Izzy had anticipated. Despite the blonde’s constant complaining, though, Isabelle found herself rather enjoying the trip. It was so wonderfully mundane to travel at such a leisurely pace, and she’d found that parts of the countryside were almost as beautiful as Idris.

As they finally pulled into their destination, Izzy rolled her eyes at Jace’s eagerness to climb out of the car. “Jace is a drama queen. He’ll always find something to complain about,” she told her boyfriend with a snort, not too bothered by her adoptive brother’s whining.

She watched as Simon climbed out of the car and waited patiently for him to walk around the car. It had taken her a while to get used to it, she didn’t need help opening a door, but it made Simon happy to open the door for her, so she waited, and took the moment to check her lipstick in the visor mirror, touching up the dark red color she wore on her lips.

                Jace is out in the fresh air, finally. Taking a deep, dramatic and pointed breath because complaining about the poverty fumes inside that rent-a-crap did absolutely nothing to detour the trip. Of course, now everything he owns is going to have to be dry cleaned to get the stink out of it.

Speaking of, there’s a very angry Shadowhunter who badly needs a shower. Actually, he needs a haircut and to trim his stubble before it becomes a full-on beard because an unkempt, hipster Nephilim is a gift to exactly no one. He should’ve known Hodge was evil a hell of a lot earlier. Because, beard.

     He barely throws up a little exasperation hands at Simon’s warning and gives his pet vampire a look that says he’s in absolutely no mood for this, “That’s right, it’s Clave business. Not a road trip. Not a vacation. I get that this is frustrating for you and believe me we are both sorry I came with you, but if I smell like I think I smell, right now? You’re going to be so very beyond sorry.”

            Jace walks past Simon, lifting the keys out of his hand as he goes. Makes his way to the back of the car and takes his bags out of the trunk. One of them’s long, definitely has weapons in it. The other? It’s huge, and most definitely has several changes of faux leather and enough cold cream to make the 1930s jealous. The weapons go over his shoulder, and he pulls the handle out of the bigger bag and drags it behind him — it is not a pretty picture, “Now, I need a shower and I need to not be here, right now, so-” he gestures over his shoulder to a little country inn a couple of doors down and kitty corner from the pizza place, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” then he’s gone, headed for a bed and a bathtub. And, probably, bed bugs. 

@imboldadjacent

         "Threats. Threats, really?!" he's practically got to yell to Jace, who's already so far away that there's no mistaking that he'd rather be anywhere else than playing third wheel to a couple he clearly just doesn't get.

  It wouldn't be so bad if Jace were ever just one thing or the other. If he'd just decide that he hated Simon, or he liked him, instead of jerking him around on a whim like that. Call Simon soft, but if he could just be friends with everybody? That would be great.

It's just the way Jace is, though, and he realizes that but it's hard enough for Simon to fully embrace his relationship with a woman who's way, way too good for him on every level without her brother and adopted brother treating him like an interloper. Like he doesn't belong there, and he should realize that. He does, is the messed up thing. Simon absolutely, completely sees how out of his league she is. He doesn't need their input on the subject.

          Simon sighs, takes a deep breath, and pulls the car door open for Isabelle. He offers her his hand, as if she needs anything from him. It's hard to hide that he's thrilled to have shed their hanger-on, and it's written all over his face, "So, I guess it's just us? You and me. And," he tosses a quick glance at his watch, "Four hours to kill until the big meeting with the Winchesters," who kill monsters. Greaaat.

He pushes it out of his mind and glances over his shoulder at the pizza parlor behind him, "You hungry? Wanna go sightseeing? Not that there are a multitude of sights to see, here. Come on, we'll do anything you want." he gives her hand a gentle squeeze, "It's gonna be okay, okay? They'll hear us out, they're gonna help. I can feel it. And you made it all happen. We’re about to save Brooklyn, Iz. You got this. Hey, are there really Vampire Slayers here? Do you think they're married to the whole 'vampire slaying' thing?"

@notjustadistraction​

[baneedom]

[requested by anonymous]: alec looking up at the petals magnus is making fall from the air as they walk down the aisle out of the wedding 

[imboldadjacent]

ofangelicblood‌:

“All things must end.”

Or at least that’s what he thought. Now that it had come to light that he and Clary were related there was no way he could continue to pursue her like he had. There was also the fact that he had enough problems as it was and he didn’t need people to give him more trouble because it had come out Clary was his sister. Though standing there and talking to Simon about it seemed a bit strange. Jace had known the other had a crush on her and for a long while he assumed Clary and Simon were dating. With this new information he figured Simon would see it as his way of getting the one thing he’d wanted; Clary. Though, if that wasn’t why he was there then why? It wasn’t as they were friends and he didn’t make a point of spending time with Simon, so why? “I thought you’d prefer that now since that makes Clary free.”

@imboldadjacent

              "What? No, that's..." ugh, the last thing Simon needs right now is to be called out on his crap like this. And, as crap goes, he’s full of it. To add to how uncomfortable this exchange is? Jace has no bedside manner, never has, and Simon has to wonder just how far you can really get on nothing but tight abs and blonde hair.

Pretty fricking far, looks like.

    He perches his hands on his waist, tries very hard not to react badly to this because Clary wouldn't thank him for it, "Hey, I just wanna see Clary happy, okay? Right now, she's not happy."

[bunker-verse]

        Welcome to Lebanon, Sizzy!

                            Lebanon is proud to host the head of the Brooklyn Institute, Isabelle Lightwood ( @notjustadistraction ) and her other half, musician and Daylighter, Simon Lewis ( @imboldadjacent )!

[fancied-another-meme]

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway.. eventually..

[inalifeafterthat]

The Road Trip || Izzy & Simon ( shh, and Jace )

[imboldadjacent]

inalifeafterthat‌:

             Weeks on the road. Weeks! Or, more accurately, days on the road sitting in the back of a rental car that smells a little like cheap perfume and a fried egg sandwich. No ability to maintain a skincare routine. Convenience store bathrooms(!) and all the googly eyes going on in the front seat.

Oh, and Jace is in the back seat. Like a third wheel! Why did he agree to let Alec and Magnus portal alone and, for one more ‘why’, why didn’t Magnus bother to swirl up a portal for him? What could he have possibly done to deserve this fresh, meaty hell Simon so enthusiastically calls a 'road trip’?

   The car finally passes the 'Welcome to Lebanon’ sign, speeds down a deserted road flanked by a gigantic cornfield on one side, soybeans on the other. They finally finds the town square and pull up to the curb beside a pizza parlor. The car’s barely stopped and Jace is climbing out, trying to dust the rental goo off the high-end Mad Max looking thing he’s wearing, “I’m not doing that again. Do you hear me? We’re flying home. Flying.”

     Simon slows the car as much as he can to keep Jace from tripping on the curb and smashing his pretty, pinched face on the sidewalk. He tries not to give Izzy a look, but the 'I knew we should've left him behind' exaggerated sigh says about the same thing.

He parks, breaks and looks over his shoulder through the open door, "Is he still complaining? How is that even physically possible? I mean, it's not like he can catch tetanus from a car, right?" In theory, at least.

                The truth is, as well as he and Jace have been getting along this last year, when Simon suggested they take a fun, romantic road trip? He meant Isabelle and Simon, not Jace and not all of Jace's luggage. Granted, it's only two, giant bags so it's not all that bad. Still. Isn't Jace supposed to be a warrior? Aren't warriors supposed to live simple, Spartan lives? Didn't realize that involved a flat iron, but you learn something new every day.

    He gently rubs his temples, because there's a Herondale-induced migraine swirling behind his eyes, then he's out of the car and heading around to the other side. He might not be a 'man', as it were, but he's still a gentleman and a gentleman opens a door for a lady. Besides, it gives him a moment to bitch under his breath without Izzy hearing it. His grumbling slows and stops and he reaches for the door handle, only to pause and turn to Jace with serious!Simon face, "Do not ruin this for me. Okay, fine, this is Clave business but it's literally the only vacation we've had in a year and I plan to show Izzy a good time. You got a problem with that, Buddy?"

@notjustadistraction​

[whatsbeautifulandbroken]

                I’m here for a bit, and will be on Alec and Simon to do Shadowhunters things for @bunker-verse​. Sorry I’ve been otherwhere, I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks at work and a bunch of theme editing to do (which I’m still doing). So I’m very sleepy, lol. I’m going to try to get things responded to over the next couple of days. xoxo

[miriammaisel]

all this time.. (insp)

[imboldadjacent]

hellmouthbound‌:

        Ibrahim had to admit, he enjoyed watching people struggle. It gave him some kind of satisfaction knowing he could quicker remedy the situation. He leaned back against the wall; his eyes never left them. Arms crossed and judgment in his eyes, he spoke. “Whenever you want to stop being stubborn and ask for help, let me know.” ( @imboldadjacent )

         "What?" Simon dodges the swing of the most brutal looking ax he's ever seen. The blade's half as long as he is, curved and gleaming chrome and red silver, and the handle? Some asshole's sharpened it down like a stake and the teenage girl wielding the thing is so agile, even with his vampire speed he's having trouble not getting murdered.

The girl lets the blade swing past him, using the momentum to turn the stake on him, trying to ram it through his ribcage. She's snarling, and Simon looks downright terrified. He's focused on the girl, but calling out to the guy watching it all go down, "Of couse(!) I need help! Either she kills me, or I kill her and I don't know if it's obvious from where you're standing but I'm not exactly the Zodiac guy!"

[nephilimdaily]

Clace and Sizzy comparing themselves to Malec

[imboldadjacent]

It’s Raining || Raphael & Simon

[imboldadjacent]

immcrtuos‌:

Of course he didn’t consider himself a saint. There was too much sin in his life to even come close to being one. As to him also not being a devil… well, perhaps not. Regardless of the truthfulness of the sentiment, Raphael was glad Simon seemed to think so. The Daylighter had gone through many gruelling experiences in the past weeks and a lot of them were to blame on him.

His eyes linger a second longer on Simon’s silhouette, studying him while he looks out at the sunrise. There had been a lot of bad blood between them, but after everything they might be on their way to a better understanding.

“saved our bacon,” he remembered how it used to annoy him that his companion seemed to put random words together to form a sentence. Now it was just amusing. “You’re welcome. I have a feeling a certain warlock would be angry at me if I hadn’t.” It was a joke, and he hoped it was clear.

                 Simon refocuses his attention on the sunrise. It's amazing how often he used to take it for granted. The beauty of it, the warmth. Things you certainly miss when they're gone and truth is that everything --- the hunger, the dizzy of heightened senses, --- it's all easier when you've still got the daylight as comfort. A little reminder that you're not fully gone, a little bit of that humanity's still swirling around with everything else that makes up a monster's soul.

He wishes he could take that comfort, lean into it and put all of this behind him but he'd be an idiot to think any of it was over. As much as Simon's come to think of the all stars of the Brooklyn institute as family, albeit a rag-tag sort of family, he's all too aware that so long as The Clave set the boundaries of the law, nothing will ever be settled. War hasn't been avoided, just side-stepped for the moment.

       Raphael's joke isn't lost on Simon, and it cracks a crooked smile across his face, "Hey, you still could'a said no. Look, I know we've had our differences but it doesn't have to be that way. If all this has taught me anything, it's that the potential for change is real." he takes a deep breath, folds his arms and sighs that breath out, "So, where do you go from here? I mean, I know you've got a life path kinda figured out, but if you need anything..?"

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[imboldadjacent]

beguilcd‌:

      AT THIS POINT SHE FEELS LIKE she’s befriended more things that go bump in the night than she’s slayed. it turns out things aren’t as black and white as she thought when she first went through slayer 101. exhibit a: conversation with a vampire. ❛ –oh come on. now i have to be worried about ANGELS too? ❜

@imboldadjacent   /   ♡

             Simon tries to shurg, rubs at the back of his neck nervously because he's trying so hard to not shit a brick, here. He's a vampire, she just introduced herself as a vampire SLAYER and it's not hard to imagine a scenario in which Simon irritates her enough to get his head cut off.

"Well, I mean Nephilim. Technically. Sure, there are Angels, or an Angel. Come to think of it, I've never really been clear on how many actually exist but it's probably better not to think about it. Hey, listen... when you say ‘vampire SLAYER’, what exactly do you mean by that?"

[elllesmemesa]

salvatore brothers sentence starters

taken from the vampire diaries season two episode one. adapted for rp. tw for gendered slurs, murder

What do you think, someone stole it?

You want me to pick you up?

What happened?

Come here. Look at me.

You need to be at the hospital.

I came as soon as I got the message. Is she okay?

If I do this, you and me, call a truce?

I know this is probably the last thing you want to do right now but we should talk about what happened tonight.

Come on, we kissed, [name].

If you want to forget what happened, fine, but I can’t.

Mmm, you got to be kidding me.

Did she say what she wanted?

Woman certainly knows how to make an entrance.

Are you alright?

If [name] wants you dead, there’s zero you can do about it; you would be dead.

You would be dead, but you’re not. So clearly she has other plans.

To risk another frown line encroaching on a very crowded forehead, we… kissed.

What do you mean you kissed?

Well, you know, when two lips pucker and they go -

Don’t be obvious, [name].

She loves to play games and you’re fooling yourself if you think you’re going to find out what she’s been up to before she wants you to know.

I’ve got a better idea: I’m just gonna ignore the bitch. See ya.

I’m just gonna ignore the bitch.

If [name] thinks she’s been ignored it will lure her out, she’ll make a move.

I’ll stake her, rip her head off, something poetic. We’ll see.

We’re all on edge here.

You’ve suffered a great loss.

Ready for this?

We know she did this to you.

You’re a little too weak to play tough guy.

You may be okay with dying but I have a better plan for you.

All I have to do is kill you.

Yeah, I threatened him.

No [name], he tried to kiss you. I’m not okay with that.

Speaking of your guilt, how’s [name]?

No good deal goes unpunished with you, does it?

You’re starting to believe your own press.

Leave her alone.

You’re taking this a little far, don’t you think?

You need to leave now.

[name], I’m not doing this with you.

Just tell me what you’re doing here.

What game are you playing?

No, I don’t get hurt, [name].

You’re scared. You think [name] is gonna send me off the deep end, don’t you? I don’t need her for that.

Why is it such a surprise that I would kiss you?

Now I’m hurt.

Yeah, why did you want them dead?

You haven’t changed at all, have you?

Don’t flirt with me [name].

I was never in love with you, [name].  None of my feelings were real.

The truth is you’re the same lying, selfish, manipulative bitch that you’ve always been.

So, whatever it is that brought you here, why don’t you just get on with it and leave town?

I will hunt you down and I will rip your heart out.

Well the problem, [name], is that I hate you.

We got a crazy ex on the loose.

I mean it’s only fair since I went after your girl.

So what’s it gonna be, huh? Fight to the death?

Go ahead, make your threats, stake your claim.

I’m not gonna fight you.

Why not?! I’d fight me.

Brother, don’t you worry, our bond is unbreakable.

You kissed her because you feel something for her, because you actually care.

I’m not gonna let [name] come in here and destroy that part of you that is finally willing to feel something.

Very brave of you to come here.

Leaving so soon?

Don’t pout. It’s not attractive on a woman your age.

Why don’t I kill you instead?

I’m better at the enigmatic one-liners, [name].

I have a question. Answer it and it’s back to fireworks and rockets red glare.

I’ll forget the last one hundred and forty five years that I’ve spent missing you.

I’ll forget how much I loved you, I’ll forget everything and we can start over. This could be our defining moment because we have the time.

I just need the truth, just once.

That’s me, your trusty bodyguard. Calm in crisis.

No, I’m not upset. Upset is an emotion specific to those who care.

You’re the liar, [name]. There is something going on between the two of us and you know it.

You’re lying to me, and you’re lying to [name], and, most of all, you’re lying to yourself. I can prove it.

She got under his skin. She undid everything that was good about him.

[imboldadjacent]

Being Human || Levi & Simon

BV Summer Event | @bloodintolerant

         Simon's in Lebanon because he has to be, or that's what he tells himself. Because there's Clave business and that's more important than steering clear of the corrupting power of a the oldest active Hellmouth in the world. It's stronger than the Hellmouth in Brooklyn, and with fewer baddies to feed off that power, it's like a white hot beacon to the undead. As much as he tries to keep his head on straight, to stay calm and gentle and live as human a life as he can, Simon's still a vampire.

Like the lure of all that supernatural energy isn't bad enough, when he rolled into Lebanon that morning with Jace and the Lightwoods, the town was in the middle of an all-out shindig. Catnip for a vampire. Crowds, sweaty bodies with hearts that pound so strong, the beat gets stuck in your head. In your teeth.

                   He's not going to hurt anyone. He's not like that, never was, but he’s made the mistake of getting too close to the Follies carnival. With it's whirring lights, it's calliope music. Cotton candy and popcorn on the damn wind and, frankly, he's weak. No, he won't hurt anyone, but no one would judge him harshly for wanting to be in the thick of it all. Pretending to be a real vampire, even if it's just for the night.

    So, he's a little distracted. A little bit in his own head, drunk on the atmosphere and going through the motions of a hunt he has no plans to go through with when something in his peripherals catches his eye. Just a kid by himself, watching the fun and mayhem from the business end of the ticket booth, and then he's gone. If Simon were smart, he'd leave it alone but he can't, because there's something in the back of his mind that's nagging him to abandon that faux hunt and make sure that child's alright.

          Simon's past the carnival, behind the tents where they're throwing out their days garbage when he finds the kid again. He pauses, then slowly walks towards the child, "Hey, hi there... I'm Simon. You looked kinda lost out there, I just wanted to make sure you were... oh god." and, props to Simon for his ability to take the Lord's name at all, after so much practice, but he's not thinking about that. His expression's pained and he crouches down, even though the kid's not particularly small, "You're one of those Nosferatu vamps, huh? Wow, I thought it was against the Accords to turn a kid. Do you need help? Is your sire-?" but he thinks better of that, corrects with a hard swallow, "Are you by yourself?"