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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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Six Sentence Sunday

It's been a while, hasn't it? I know I've been tagged many times, by many people, over the last month or so, and I sincerely appreciate every one of you. I love to see what everyone is working on, and even though I haven't had the spoons to respond to everything, I'm so very grateful to be a part of this community we have.

I finally managed to get chapter 4 of Take a Walk on the Wild Slice (aka my Pizza!Simon CORB fic) up. I've been struggling with chapter 5 though, and it's felt like dragging myself through mud.

To be honest life in general feels a bit like that at the moment, so they're probably related.

Anyway, I do have a little bit of Penny POV for you today. I've never written her before, so I hope I've managed to do her justice.

I have to say, the last person I expect to get a phone call from in the summer holidays is Agatha. I know she likes to try and forget about school, and magic, and everything that goes along with it, and just have a normal life. I’ve never understood it. This summer, however, I’ve been wishing I could just forget about it. Just for a bit. Mum used some sleep spells on me for the first few days because I was having terrible nightmares, but then said that it was dangerous to keep relying on them. I’m not getting them as often now, but I just wish I could check on Simon. I don’t dare bring up trying to find him to Mum again, because she would just get that look on her face. The one that leads to Dad forcing her into a chair with a large whisky to stop her ranting about the Mage. So even though I think that Agatha is the last person who is likely to have any news of Simon, I still pick up the phone after the first ring. I’m desperate for anything that isn’t listening to my younger siblings’ terrible taste in tv shows inadequately drowning out my spiralling thoughts. I’ll even subject myself to a horse show, or (I shudder at the thought), a spa day.

Circe forbid one might have to be pampered. Perhaps you could take your mum along, sounds like she might need to unwind as well, Pen.

Sending relaxing and soothing vibes out to you all as we navigate the Monday of the year. (January. January is like a whole month of Monday)

Tags incoming in 3...2...1...

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Six Sentence Sunday/Creative Proof of Life

This WIP post is basically a proof of life statement. I can't believe it's been over a month since I posted Chapter 1 of the Haunting of Simon Snow. I'm so overdue for chapter 2, BUT... instead I finished writing the rough draft. I've been attempting to outline, because when I rough a draft, I really rough it up. Ahem.

So I have been working on it, even if there is zero evidence on AO3 as of yet.

How about some sentences? I haven't sliced up chapters yet, so not sure if this is from chapter two or three, but here's a snippet of Simon on the phone with Penny expressing some smooshy sentiments:

I curl up on the couch a bit more, maneuvering myself so my wings aren’t crushed. “I went flying last night,” I confess then, in quiet tones. Like someone might hear me. “You— Oh, but… You can’t! What if someone sees you?” I can actually hear her biting her lip. She wants to spell my problems away, and she can’t. “But I can,” I say, smiling a bit more. “There’s no one around for acres. No one will even willingly drive here on account of the house being haunted. It’s empty. And I’m flying at night.” I say flying in the present tense and realize I fully intend to fly again tonight.
Penny huffs. Her specialty. “I don’t like it.” “I do,” I say easily, warming up to explaining, hoping she’ll understand. “It’s so freeing, Pen. Like the weight of the world can’t hold me down, anymore. I feel… It’s like… It’s like I’m closer to the stars. Like I’m close to stirring up the milky way.” I let out a sigh, my eyes closing as I drop my head back, indulging in that recent memory. “I don’t hate it as much, when I’m up there. You know?” There’s a few seconds of silence, and I open my eyes again. “Pen?” “Hate what?” she asks quietly.

(just in case you were worried I wouldn't be including angst...)

Bit more info on my progress (maybe some whinging) and tags and hellos below the cut!

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"I've gotten better at identifying Penny's magic when I feel it. Apparently Normals aren't supposed to feel magic at all, but I can sometimes. It's a warmth that somehow feels sweet—it's hard to explain. But we're pressed against each other in our blanket burrito, and I feel it wash over me when she casts. Better safe than sorry. Safe. That's what her magic feels like. That's what she feels like."

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