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come in from the cold

@iamamythologicalcreature

It takes a lot of effort to find balance without benefit of solid ground. // Jodotha // She/Her // Tragic writer with a sob story // I also draw things // HIGHLY ENTHUSIASTIC FANGIRL (you have been warned) // Current escapist obsession: Snowbaz (Simon Snow Trilogy) // Occasionally NSFW // Accepting messages from real people // and DMs on Discord from mutual server buddies
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It is somehow Sunday! Not a huge fan of how that keeps coming around, so I'm numbing the pain of the passage of time with fanfiction.

Specifically Musical Chairs. (And for those who've been reading along, it might help to know that Baz is not at the table here.)

And Simon couldn’t—wouldn’t—shouldn’t look up again, but his eyes drifted just high enough to see that perfect fucking mouth fixed in another smirk. Simon stared at it, and then he made a desperate sound at the back of his throat and turned to Agatha.  “My mouth is literally watering right now, are you kidding me?” “Sounds like a you problem.” “I don’t think you understand.” “How it is you haven’t changed your tune to wanting to punch him in his punchable face?” Agatha said breezily, swirling her drink. “No, I do not understand.” “I’m salivating, Agatha,” Simon explained. “There’s extra saliva in my mouth because I’m looking at him.” “It’s quiet time now.”

We're nearly there y'all, nearly there. Just a few sections to connect and a couple more to fill out. Also my silly little timecode headers to solidify, which are currently looking like this:

Tags! Hellos! I love yous! Beneath the cut!

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Okay, hi, happy Sunday and new year and whatever else. Thank you for the tags @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife <3

So, I'm not one for resolutions, but I did set some writing goals that are mostly do with original writing but do also include me shaking myself by the shoulders and demanding that I finish and post three particular fics this year. To that end, here is something from the last chapter of Musical Chairs, which is first on my list for finishing and kicking out of the nest.

Shepard inclined his head, though most of his expression was devoted to frowning. “That’s literally the bare minimum of what you’ve asked of me.” He huffed and squared his shoulders. “You gave me a two-item list, and I won’t fail you.” “I gave you a three-item list, and you’ve already failed me.” “First, like, how dare you, and also, second, what have I failed?” Baz gestured grandly at himself and raised his eyebrows. “The removal of my consciousness from the mortal plane.”

And you know what, here's another beneath the cut for good luck.

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