#climon

[butterflysist3r]

Little Simon x Clea piece

I like the idea of both Painted!Clea and Simon being freed and finding each other.

He’s her gentle giant now.

[drusilla-carstairs]

Round 1

Which Canon Shadowhunter Chronicles Ship is better?

Julian Blackthorn/Emma Carstairs

Clary Fairchild/Simon Lovelace

Voting ended onMar 15

[artingdreamers]

A promise unfulfilled

So originally this was going to be a Paintress/Curator piece, but then I remembered the tragedy that is Clea and Simon and well... here we are, and without fighting the negative space that would've been their faces. This was done within 3 hours in csp. No timelapse as I forgot to turn it on (I've not drawn in a hot minute, forgive me).

[bonechandelier]

Drop some songs you associate with Simon Lewis

[mushed-kid]

part 6

[forbescaroline]

11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #44. clary fray and simon lewis - shadowhunters

[asaara-writes]

a bit late for Valentine's Day, but I made my own set of prompts for my Versulie server for Verso's birthday and thought I might as well share my silly drabble for petals / wine / blood.

(slightly nsfw after the cut)

“Are you sure your family won’t be back home soon?” Julie asked, uncharacteristically shy.

“Not a chance,” Verso replied, grinning. “Clea is with Simon, my parents are out having dinner, and Alicia is at a book launch, so we have the manor to ourselves until late tonight.”

So saying, he tucked the bottles of wine and bubble bath under one arm, wrapped the other around Julie’s shoulders, and guided her up the staircase to his parents’ palatial bathroom, with its large clawfoot tub, frosted windows, and sky light. Rare were the days when all Dessendres had vacated the manor, and Verso had pounced on the occasion once he’d heard of his family’s various Valentine’s Day plans.

The master bathroom was usually off limits, but his parents out, who would enforce it?

The blood heating Julie’s cheeks was nearly the same colour as the jar of rose petals she held to her chest. She, too, must be picturing them sprinkling the petals over the bubbles that would fill the tub before sinking into the warm, fragrant water. Verso could already feel the silky, smooth expanse of Julie’s back under his hands as she sat between his knees, and they’d share the bottle of wine between lazy kisses and caresses before finally moving to his bedroom, still damp and sweet-smelling and—

Verso opened the bathroom door and was engulfed in a cloud of floral-scented steam. The bathtub was occupied: the foam barely concealed Clea as she reclined in the tub, legs hooked on the porcelain lip, Simon kneeling between them. Verso blinked and looked away, but not before getting an eyeful of the, um, Sword of Lumière in all its jutting, dripping glory.

“Oh my god, Verso,” Clea shouted. “Close the door, you dolt.”

She threw a sponge at him, and Verso obeyed just as it hit the frame with a squelching noise and a spray of soapy water. He winced and cleared his throat. “Well. Looks like my sister had the same idea,” he said, trying to scrub what he’d just seen from his brain.

Julie was looking at him, eyes bright with tears of mirth. “Want to get a start on that wine while we wait for them to be done?”

“God, please.”

[evermore-girlie13]

thinking of you but it’s clary wishing she loved simon like she loved jace in the coa