#she's got a southern accent tho

[asprinisnotacatch-all]

As an American (Vauge i know) i give you full support to do this.

I've only done like, 3 days worth of research to write an entire multi chapter fic before, so

Go forth and prosper

if i ever write something set in the united states im just going to do zero research whatsoever and make stuff up to sound cool it’s equality

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

Instagram

ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

[elliesmainhoe]

need need need headcannons about ellie and southern!reader

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Southern!Reader

(I'm bri-ish 🇬🇧����🏼‍♀️, so this will probably be very stereotypical, but I'm entering my yeehaw era in spirit so <33) and because i know its going to be laughanly stereotypical, this is a CRACKFIC, and is overdramatised,

I'm not going to sugar coat it, she bullies you a bit.

loves to imitate ur accent and thinks she's so funny (she's not but don't tell her that)

"Ellie darlin', have you seen my face cream?" you yell from the ensuite bathroom to your girlfriend still laying idly in bed.

"i dONt KnOw DARliN'." she laughs to herself, imitating a bad southern accent. she shuts up when you throw a pillow at her tho so 🤷🏼‍♀️.

finds visiting your home state SO fun.

I feel like if there was no outbreak she would be such a city girl idc

absolutely loves your home, it's in the middle of nowhere, a secluded little town with all locally sourced shops and bars, no commercialisation in sight.

and when she finds out about the horses?!

she's packing her bags immediately.

even if you don't own a horse, she's making it her life's mission to find one and ride it around town like she's in an old school cowboy action movie.

it's embarrassing as fuck.

loves your mamas cooking.

it's so generic but her favorite dish is her fried chicken.

you could tell your mama loved Ellie. how? you may be asking. easy answer, the portion sizes. as soon as she entered the dining room with the usual blue patterned china plates but an extremely unusual heap of fried chicken, mash potatoes, greens and barbeque sauce.

"thank you ma'am"

"you're welcome sugar, eat up, I've got some sweet pastries in the oven as we speak."

your dad on the other hand? she's terrified of meeting him, already envisioning this tough broad man with a shotgun and a stupid fucking cowboy hat.

but when a sweet older gentleman who was a bit chubby after a few too many homemade sweet pastries that doubts and worries instantly fade.

does absolutley NOT stand for classic country homophobia.

her inner chihuaha ankle biter instincts kick in and before you know it some guy is being knocked off a stool ,in a bar you and ellie decided to visit ,by a mean right hook.

[inesbaby21]

Hello how do you feel about writing fluffy headcannons about Ashlynn Shade.

I literally love Ashlynn! soooo 1000% (i also have a picture of her framed on my dresser but ntm ..)

ASHLYNN SHADE FLUFFY HCS !!

Sweetest Gf ever I swear!

Always offering to carry things for you/Buy you lunch/dinner whenever you two go out!

Her end goal is to make sure you feel loved, and she does that with gift giving, lotsssss of quality time, study dates etc

Ashlynn and Photographer!Reader is sending my head in spiralssss

Social Media manger! Gf who has the best pregame/Post game pictures of Ashlynn and the girls!

She's giving me big spoon vibes- with the exception of a bad game, and she just needs a little extra love 💕

Like actually the most photogenic couple EVER.

Definitely having to teach her tiktok dances tho .. baby has nooo rhythm.

I'm also seeing Photographer!Reader with a thickkk southern accent ! Idk Ashlynn just looks like she could decode the accent well :)

Definitely meeting Ashlynn's Family/ and she's wayyyy more nervous than you

She's so clingyyyy- but not in an annoying way she just wants to live in your skin! and honestly it's vise versa!!

Definitely had to convince you that country music was actually goooood .. but thats bae so you can see it through !

Loves, Loves, Loves when you do her makeup! Even if it's something simple she loves it!!

Shes so sun-kissed I can't get over that- definitely going on morning runs/ workouts together bc she wants to share something she loves with you

Shared playlist/sharing airpods on team bus rides to away games

Definitely gets the other option you were stuck on food wise- so you two can try both (she always ends up liking what you got more)

Most smiley couple EVER. Now you two definitely do argue- but neither of you ever walk away/ let the other go to bed angry

Very cry baby couple during arguments- she says something a little off, so now you're crying and now she's crying because she feels super bad :(

Definitely matching outfits on game days/ just in general baby lovessss to match

A/N okok guysss this was VERY short- and on the spot .. buttt im getting some more requests out asap!! i love you guysss- and im spending allll weekend catching up writing wise bc band camp has been literally kicking my ass in 20 different directions.. and i use writing to get through thattt so please DO expect some more work in the upcoming hours/days :)

[kit-foley]

Nancy Drew Games are 50% off on Steam right now so here are some shitty descriptions of the games for newbies or partners (not in order, also spoilers)

Secrets can kill: dickface high schooler was pushed down a flight of stairs, find out who did it

The Silent Spy: Nancy has mommy issues and cosplays as a spy in Scotland

Sea of Darkness: all of the characters have trauma around a ship. featuring the only canonically queer character.

Deadly Device: tech bro gets electrocuted, who did it oh noooo. Feat: women in stem

Midnight in Salem: Glitch-wise, this is the fandom-equivalent of the first release of FNAF Security Breach but doesn’t nearly slay as hard and they didn’t patch any of the bugs. Haven’t played it but the fandom is 50/50 on it, maybe 80/20 against

Shattered Medallion: off brand amazing race goes wrong, feat. A recurring character who you’re supposed to know

Alibi in Ashes: Nancy didn’t commit arson (this time) so who the fuck did? See also, “I can commit major theft and prod you about your dead mom, but I draw the line at arson.”

The Captive Curse: monster and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus lederhosen.

Shadow at the Waters Edge: ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus kawaii

Ghost of Thornton hall; ghosts and intergenerational trauma, beautifully told story. Plus southern people.

The Final Scene: nancys friend who we’ve never met gets kidnapped. Plus magic tricks/Houdini. Plus old man.

The Haunted Carousel: Dead mom plus the most annoying daughter you’ll ever encounter and her emotional support robot. Also you’re supposed to fix a theme park

Danger by Design: Parisian fashion designer with anger issues and also might deny that nazis happened during wwii

Curse of blackmoor manor: British girl says oh no my stepmom is turning into a werewolf

Warnings at Waverly Academy; the trailer for this one said something like “I hang out with teenage girls in this one, it could be my scariest case yet”, basically be prepared to do other students homework. Also immaculate dark academia/fall vibes tho

Phantom of Venice: white boy of the month shows you his seven hour tesserae slideshow and you single-handedly bring down a crime ring while wearing stupid outfits

Trail of the Twister: someone is sabotaging a storm chasing team but Nancy cares more about asking the local general store owner about his dead wife

Secret of the Old Clock: It’s magically 1930 again, this game feels so far off brand from pretty much all of the other ones imo but the music goes HARD and there’s def some homoerotic tensions between a dead old man and his live-in psychic

Legend of the Crystal Skull: make a curio shop owner sneeze, collect glass eyeballs, watch a Gerard Way look-alike cry, and maybe get buried alive

Haunting of Castle Malloy: banshees and letterpress and a pub that conveniently only serves juice. Terrible Irish accents. Try to find a missing groom for a wedding but also enjoy a walking sim that walked so Stardew Valley could run

Creature of Kapu Cave: get stuck in a tourist trap resort by a guy who calls himself Big Island Mike, then get stuck in a forest with an entomologist who makes you do her work for her, then get stuck in a research facility with an angry white guy who makes you do his work and then falls asleep. Music slaps but no idea what the plot of the game is supposed to be. Also do a “freaky friday” style switch with the Hardy Boys every time you call them on your cell phone.

Last train to Blue Moon canyon: picture Paris Hilton inviting you on a train and then she goes missing. Also on the train with you: the worst police detective, Zak Bagans impersonator, and Colleen Hoover-vibes.

White Wolf of Icicle Creek: “I fired. And I missed. I missed again. I got sad. I had a popsicle.”

[callmeoncette]

Do u take requests?

if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.

thanks boo😘

Invited To The Cookout

Hobie x fem!black!reader

I remember someone mentioned they’d like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if that’s okay with you!

Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it

Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your family’s many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.

He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.

“No cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ain’ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckin’ eyelids!” Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair

“He so weird for that like if you ain’ wanna go wit’ the girl just tell her…” you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, “I used to do that shit too tho’ I ain’t gonna’ lie.” You cackled like you’d list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air force’s, “you think I should jus’ do these wit’ summ biker shorts? They go wit’ the colors Bee got on…” Bookie perked up, “oh my friend comin’?! HEY HOBIE!!” She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girl’s, “Lala look! Its Hobie!” The baby babbling excitedly. You ‘awed’ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, “Maggie bringin’ Tisha. You gon’ see yo bestie girl!” She laughed. Your face fell, “Stop playin’ wit’ me Bookie. You know I don’t like that girl.”

Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. You’d never mentioned the girl before but there’s clearly some history between the two of you. “Well alright…I’ll see you when you get at Granny’s girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.” Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.

He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, “right, so who’s Tisha?” His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, “this bobble head bitch I can’t stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.” you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, “the anarchist in me is screamin’ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantin’ me to come to your ends and meet your fam’. ‘Ow bout we just avoid her and ‘ave a good time, yeah?” A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, “okay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up an’ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.” You say with a small smile.

———

You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasn’t large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousin’s boyfriend holding their one year old, “it’s a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.” Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, “my guy!” He then squinted as he looked around, “she always said ‘er fam’ was bare big. Just didn’t think it was this big.” Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, “yeah they all hella cool tho’ ‘cept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you tho’ so…” the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.

You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalil’s hand and turned to you, “c’mon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.” She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasn’t really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, “hey Gran.” She squinted with a frail smile, “hey, w-who you baby?” She asked, confused. “It’s [name], [mother’s name] daughter? I’m one of your great grandkids.” A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, “yes! I remember honey. How you been?” She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, “oh. He one my grands too?” You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, “no Gran. He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded “I thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.” You giggled again and hugged her, “imma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkin’ to you.” You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.

“She’s a peach. ‘Ow old she anyways?” Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, “you not supposed to ask a lady her age.” He pulled you closer, “yeah, but I didn’t ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?” You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. “She’s 97.” He let out a low whistle, “97 years. That’s mad long!” He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.

There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and she’d answer your questions without missing a beat.

“Hey Granny.”

She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, “oh my sweet girl!” She pulled back and looked you up and down, “lemme get a good look atcha!” She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, “and who is this handsome young man?” A welcoming smile on her face. “This is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet yo-oh!” Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, “oh so tall! My grandbabies pickin’ right might finally get some height in this family.” She squinted as she peered at his piercings, “all these piercings don’t that hurt sweetie?” You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, “Granny.” She waved you off, “I know. He’s still very nice on the eyes.” She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, “now. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?” “London ma’am.” He replied respectfully. She nodded, “okay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz I’m almost done in here.” “Smells bangin’. Can’t wait to eat it.”

Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, “Granny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?”

“Girl!”

———

Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someone’s eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.

Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, “want some dessert baby?” He smiled softly, “that’d be lovely, doll.”. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.

“Hey.” Her tone making him scoot over a bit.

“Uh hi.” He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldn’t continue talking but of course luck wasn’t on his side. “I saw you wit’ [name]…” she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, “y’all like friends or summ?” He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, “bit more than that, mate.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance, “what wrong wit’ you? She don’t let you have friends?”

“Not with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.” Oh thank goodness for Bookie.

You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.

“You know you don’t talk like that in real life Tisha.”

Oh fuck.

The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, “whatever girl. He ain’t yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry ‘bout that!”

Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tisha’s friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.

Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, “mention my kid again and I promise you. He ain’t gon be able to keep me from you.” She growled.

You glared at the girl, “he ain’t hers but he mine and he clearly don’t wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayin’ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.”

“She’s part black…”

“Shut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!”

“I think he can speak for himself.” Tisha said snidely.

It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didn’t see the attack coming.

After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!

When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.

Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, “aight now. Someone get the girl up off the flo’. Get her on home.” He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, “shouldn’t been talkin’ shit.”

———

You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, “ow! That hurts Hobes!” He sucked his teeth, “oi, pipe down Mayweather. It’s not that bad.” He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, “I’m sorry I did that.” The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. “What are you apologizin’ for? Did wha’ you had to do, yeah?” His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, “it was a bit hot too…” he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, “oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

“Ouuuu y’all in Granny kitchen being nasty!”

“You have a whole baby??? Get out???”

“Okay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.”

“BOOKIE!”

[gallonofgoldfish]

Flowers and Fireworks

Returning to business as usual on the ranch is hardly monotonous with Abby around. New faces and old trails make for good company, even if it means getting sidetracked.

Pairing: cowpoke!abby x reader (sort of)

Content: established relationship, brief cowboy ellie, fluff, poor attempts at writing southern accents (i dont even think theyre in the south), reader isn't described, sort of a part two?, author needs a cowboy partner asap, i know less about horses than before, i don't think any warnings apply

A/N: the brainrot is brainrotting. i wanted to write cowboy ellie but then got distracted by both abby and the excitement of a motor vehicle. had a very specific song stuck in my head while writing this but now icant remember what it was (something colter wall??). anyway hopefully this is a fun read even tho its not too eventful (and also was not proofread lolz). planning to have more ellie in the next part if it ever gets written bc we're going to the CLERBBBB

WC: 1508

You haven’t met her yet, but you’ve felt the tension in the air like something’s about to snap into place.

She’s the rookie. The new kid. The hotshot from some bigger, richer ranch further west with a reputation that stirs more talk than her name—whatever it might be. She’s the racer on the back of a chestnut mare in a denim jacket with rolled-up sleeves and workboots that must’ve lost their shine long before she came here.

And she’s lunging in the ring outside the stables, faded black hat crooked, casting a stubborn shadow over the leafy tattoo wrapped around her forearm. Choppy brown hair brushes her shoulders and burns a color like coffee in the dying sunlight. 

Not that you care. You’ve got places to be, and she’ll fall in with the rest of the wranglers eventually.

Gravel crunches some ways down the road behind you, but Abby doesn’t kill the ATV’s engine in time to sneak up on you completely. She comes coasting down the dusty path, toothpick hanging from the corner of her mouth as she grins sideways at you and rolls to a stop. 

“You talk to ‘er yet?” she asks, and the sun flashes over the lenses of her aviators when she tilts her hat out of the way. 

“Not yet. You?”

Abby shakes her head. “Heard she ain’t done too much talkin’ to anyone yet.”

“Uh-huh.” You plant your hands on your hips and nod. “What else’d you hear?”

“Well, what’d you hear?”

“I asked you first.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, jerking her head at you. “Get over here and I’ll tell you.”

“You’re an ass,” you tease, but hop up onto the quad’s grate so your back leans against hers. 

“What, I get one record and you think we’re some big-timers?” Abby scoffs, nudging you with her shoulder. Her braid shifts in the humid breeze. “We got work to do.”

“Yeah, yeah,” is all you mumble as the ATV purrs back to life and jolts towards the barns in the distance. “Tell me what you heard.”

“Not much,” admits Abby. “I mean, not much you don’t already know. She’s got just about the same story as the rest of us. Some ribbons under her belt.”

Dust kicks up from the tires, funneling right past the mudflaps to gather on your jeans. “She got a name?”

“Relax. I’m gettin’ there.” Abby leans to the side to shoot you a skeptical, if halfhearted, glance. “What’re you tryin’ to get under her belt, too?”

“Abby.”

She laughs, then turns her focus back to the road. “Ellie,” she finally says. “Ellie Williams.”

“Alright.” The smell of fuel mingles with the freshness of the tallgrass scrolling by on either side, either one a welcome break from the tinge of manure drifting in from the neighboring fields. 

“Just alright?”

“Well, what the hell else am I supposed to say?” you ask. “I don’t know the girl.”

“I got a good idea.” The engine cuts again. The two of you come to a stop in the shadows just outside one of the stables, before the open sliding doors that stare right out over the mountains. Abby twists to look at you head-on. “How ‘bout you just tell me when we’re good to go?”

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“Y’know—” Your nose crinkles as you squint against the sun, shifting in the saddle with every step the horse beneath you takes. “I thought Manny was helpin’ you with this run.”

It’s muscle memory—tacking, adjusting, swinging up into the seat. Practiced. Routine. But it never gets old. Not the cool tones of the mountains shattering the skyline on the far side of the valley, or the steady gait of the horses as they fall into step beside one another. And definitely not Abby.

“He was,” she confirms. One hand holds the reins while the other settles her sunglasses on the brim of her hat. “‘Til he got busy.”

“With?”

The corners of her eyes crinkle with a smile. “The usual.”

“Sure.” You raise a brow. “And who’s the usual this week?”

“Beats me,” says Abby with a shrug. “Long as it ain’t you, it ain’t my problem.”

“Speak for yourself. The last usual kept leavin’ him notes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. In the wrong fuckin’ bunk.”

Another grin creeps across her lips as she looks back. Gold falls over her freckled face, flooding the scar on her cheek with light. 

“A little light readin’ never hurt nobody,” she teases. 

“You think?” You tilt your head, unable to avoid the same expression writing itself into your features. “Then next time—”

She’s drawing away, picking up pace.

“Hey, now,” you call, but she doesn’t seem to hear. You nudge your horse’s side to urge them on. Still, though, Abby’s got a good lead. She passes under the low-hanging branches of the trees bordering the path, through a set of rusted iron gates. 

Then, she flicks the reins and takes off. 

“Abby!” you shout, and with no choice left but to do the same, chase after her. 

A cloud of dust stirs up behind her, but you ride right through it, and soon, the trail falls away. 

“I thought you said you got work to do!” 

She laughs, easing up and straightening to drop back and match your pace when you slow. Tallgrass rises on either side of the makeshift path—trampled dirt and dust and the curled-up bodies of flowers unlucky enough to fall into the path of passing hooves. 

“We do,” she says. “That don’t mean we can’t take our time.”

“It’ll be dark soon, yeah?”

“Not that much time.” Abby rolls her eyes and smiles. “We’re just takin’ the scenic route.”

“You know where we’re goin’?” you check.

“Just c’mon.” Turning back to the trail ahead, she nudges her horse to a quicker gait. The unbuttoned front of her flannel flutters around her, giving way to the thin white tank top underneath. 

The ground slopes down, further into the field, as the sun fades over the jagged peaks. Through the yellowed straw and the waves of rippling green, pops of color appear where bright flowers have pushed through the soil and bloomed.

“You ever been this way before?” asks Abby.

You shake your head. “Not that I remember.”

The field is glowing, burning under dusk’s light. She’s glowing with it.

“Well, then.” She shoots you a wink. “You’re in for a treat.”

Just like that, she’s off again. 

The rough path winds down the ridges in the hill, between weeping trees with lazy, swaying branches that force you to duck. Over wooden planks laid out across the marshier parts of the lower pastures and a bridge where a dried-up river leaves a gash in the ground. Back up another slope, another patchy flower field, another grove. 

Until Abby stops to look back at you.

The Ranch sprawls over the acres of land before the two of you, windows lit in the bunkhouse and the barns and lanterns burning alongside the settled paths. The dark shapes of other hands wander like ants across the grass, while the mingling shadows of cattle fill the squares of plains just below. 

“Wait,” Abby urges. The horses paw boredly at the dirt, but, like you, remain in place as the warm summer breeze snakes around you. “Heard about this from a friend last time I was in town.”

You shoot her a curious glance.

“Don’t look at me.” She waves you away, grinning, and points towards the horizon instead. “Over there.”

The first stars are peeking through the bluish parts of the sky, just where it meets the hills. There’s a flash. A burst of red sparks. 

“Fireworks?” Even from afar, their light unfurls over your face. 

“Sure are.” Abby falls silent as the bang from the explosion crashes, muted, through the valley. “They had some leftovers from the fourth.” She sighs, then asks: “Some view, ain’t it?”

Another smattering of colorful bursts erupts over the hills. Another chorus of pops thunder over the grass. The sky changes from one color to the next, smoke gathering in thin gray wisps along the skyline, before you look away.

The lights dance in the lenses of Abby’s aviators where they’re still sitting on her hat, but don’t quite reach her eyes. She hasn’t been watching the fireworks at all; she’s been looking at you instead.

“Yeah,” you murmur, leaning over to kiss her. “Some view,” you say against her lips.

“Anyway—” Clearing her throat, she straightens, then jerks her chin towards the cattle in the field below. “Race you down there.”

“Hey—”

But she’s already gone. Racing back down the hillside, still bathed in the far-off lights.

“You’re gonna owe me a drink!” she calls, though she’s already dropped out of view.

After a last glimpse at the fireworks blooming over the ranch, you pick up the reins again and turn to follow.

The flowers and the fireworks blur, blooming and bursting against the shaded countryside. Lining the hills and lighting the sky and leading you.

Leading you right back to her.

[lambiewrites]

got this idea from @xxshadowbabexx hehe ✨

Warning: none, fluff tho

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Would they like me? Part 1

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Captain Price: well yes and no. I’m polite and well mannered but, I am very loud and obnoxious. Not in a whiny, bratty way but in a “I have no thoughts and no singular brain cells” way. Book smart not common sense smart. I have called this man “papaw” since I met him and even though he’s like 40, he’s still papaw. I consistently ask to come to his office because I feel like it’s a comforting little place, minus the cigar smoke. Price has asked about my southern/Appalachian accent more than enough times. I can tell him about mountain life. But he needs a break from me, are you kidding?! I talk way too much and ask stupid questions so, it’s 50-50. But at least I do what I’m told and well mannered.

Gaz: it depends. I really like Gaz and he seems so sweet and kind and polite. I feel like we would get along very well, until I don’t stop talking and he doesn’t know how to shut me up. I get this really strange vibe that he’s a marvel fan and so we can talk about that. I feel like he really likes Spider-Man (all of them) and so we could talk about that. Definitely would call him and say, “did you see that new trailer?” We like each other’s instagram pictures and we wish each other a happy birthday on our socials. I’d bake for him. We’d have sad boy hours together so, yeah I really think so but, I know I’m too loud for him.

Soap: bestie you already know the answer to this one and my answer is 100% yes. We both have big families (everyone headcannons him as having a giant family yeah?) lots of nieces and nephews we could bond over. We’d both try to understand each other thru our thick accents. (Him being Scottish and my southern one-) and it would be a delight! We both ramble and I’d listen to all his fun little stories. I’d follow him around like a lost puppy until he told me to give him space. I’d share a Dr.Pepper with him and cook for him. It would be the best time ever. Bestie for life. We gossip together and doodle together.

Ghost: hmmm, see here’s the thing. I have this feeling that’s like “yeah you’d hate me at first” and we’d just assume we hated each other at first until we have sad boys hours and just sit in absolute painstaking silence for hours. He’d hate me, I know he would because I’d get all “counselor” on him. (Hey I paid lots of money for that degree okay?!) and he wouldn’t be able to get rid of me but, I’d respect his boundaries (obviously) and give him his space (obviously) but he’d find little stupid notes with my handwriting on it being like, “you’re my hero.”, “take it easy”, “have a good day.”, “love you.” (Platonically), “you’re worthy” blah blah blah. He’d hate it so much. He’d throw them away at first but, later on, he’s kinda like “I hate this kid but why is she the way that she is? How can she see something or someone like me and actually like me?!” It gets the gears turning. Would I be a therapist? I would.

Laswell: I follow her around like she’s my own mother. She hates me for it but, it’s good to have another set of eyes. (Mine don’t work) we’re chill. That’s all we do is just chill and relax. It’s hard having so much testosterone around 24/7. We’re out and about. Having mommy-daughter day. Am I crying? I am, how’d you know? We talk about married life. She tells me about her wife, I tell her about my husband. We have dinner at each others house. We show each other our pet pictures.

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A/n: I am very much an extrovert and very loud and bubbly. I am an ENFP and I do have my counseling degree so, combine that into some sort of personality as you will and make your own assumptions ❤️ this was all for fun and feel free to comment or something that would be fun and great! Please be nice though 😭❤️.

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[running-with-the-feels]

Tell us about Errons daughter for the AU! We the people need to know!

AHhhhhhhh, fair warning, she's not a super developed oc (which is shocking considering how long I've thought about her)

But basically, her name is Adder (bc Skarlet has bever been normal about anything ever) and she goes by Addie, which most ppl think is short for Adelaide

Addie is a musician, currently attending Julliard on a full ride, so understandably she has no time to spare for "current events" like the revelation that Hell is real and at war with Earthrealm or that gods exist (she got accepted to Julliard after the Netherrealm war but was prepping for it basically all her life)

She can play piano, cello, violin, flute, trombone, and drums with ease and is working on guitar and harp

Addie knew she was adopted, her parents were always open with her about that, but has never felt comfortable trying to look for her birth parents out of the worry that her adoptive parents will take it badly, even tho she's curious. She was raised in the Appalachia area and has a THICK southern accent

Addie is very sarcastic and quick witted, with insults that can make grown men cry, and takes no shit and gives no ground. She is stubborn and confident and knows EXACTLY how good she is at what she does.

She also has terribly hand-eye coordination, so she sucks at darts, archery and sharpshooting

But she has always healed very quickly, due to a latent talent for blood magic that she doesn't know she has

She gets found bc a recital where she performed is posted to youtube and Cassie (who loves new classical music, no she will accept no criticism on this) sees that she and Erron are nearly identical

Erron has a heart attack when he finds out

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

You said send stuff ab the south and you know me well enough to know I can speak from experience

MAN I wish it was more accepting of queer people. There’ve been times in public where I’ve genuinely not felt safe if I’m not passing enough to look like a cis guy and that sucks! Let me live for fucks sake!

Part of the reason I want to leave for college is the HEAT. Southeast weather is no joke (heat indexes of 112 gonna be the death of me istg)

No matter how hard I try though I’m probably never gonna work “y’all” and “ain’t” out of my talking, and tbh that’s fine. And honestly it’s kind of funny to me when my accent randomly comes out because I usually cover it pretty well

But southern hospitality is where it’s at fr. That and southern comfort foods CANT BE BEAT. And boiled peanuts (god I love me some good boiled peanuts)

I’m rambling a lot but uhhhh yeah

Ooc: NO LITERALLY. we probably have the same sort of ideas on this topic cause yk but. Holy shittt the heat is bad.

And yea i rlly do wish they were more accepting of queer ppl but... yk..

AND SOUTHERN SLANG IS SO FUN THO... aint is so veratile. It means like. Everthing ever. And yall is just better. DID YOU KNOW THAY IN PITTSBURGH, PA THEY SAY "YENS???" cause bro my mommy told me abt that. She said it means "you ones" and i cry everytime i hesr it /lh

Southern food. Mmm i lov southern food.... the boiled peanut.man is my #1 fav at the flea market ong!!! Styrofoam cups of boiled peanuts... i got peanut juice all over my mommas car once. Oops.

Also. When old ppl call you nicenames. It makes me so happy. (I have sorta picked it up and i have started calling ppl sugar. Oops.)

Accents are fun. Mine isnt strong except when i get worked up or just sometimes on random words or when im thinking about my accent or when theperson im talking to has a southern accent. But its fun i love it (even if some.ppl tesse me for it)

ty for letting meyap more bro ily... /p

[s4mmiee]

CRIMSIN

OC REVEAL TIME CHAT BECAUSE IM INPATIENT AS HECK

crimsin is a self insert oc that i have origanally for funzies but now have to keep making things for because im crazy abt her chat she so pookie core

Crimsin talks weirdly and with a strong southern accent which i dont know how she got she just has

Example of crimsin speach:

“the uhm yu kno the uhhh erm tha fuckin expen.. Food fella dudes. Yea thos i saw 1 feighten the ibal flsh dude. Yea pando...panda mo... Uhm. Fuckin. Pandimuniomn? That guy.“

It doesnt know whats happening most of the time

She HAS tried to eat most of the experiment dudes (i cant spell it) and failed. She did get a good bite on pandemonium however. So they do try and kill eachother on the regular.

She was honestly just mixed with a ton of jelly fish. And red stuff.

She is a cannibal, literally she kills and eats expendables for her food source.

Sometimes she camps outside of seb’s shop for food

Seb has attempted to get info on her but she doesnt remember shit

She had to relearn english due to memory loss 😔

[astoldbychae]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Does your sim/s or oc/s mispronounce any words? Why? Is it on purpose or on accident?

( p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ! ~ 💛) ( p.p.s I also made a SQOTD blog! " simblr-question-of-the-day " feel free to share the name about :) )

Hey Anon Hey!

In my mind, Papa and his family (cousins & aunt) are from Memphis (or my sims world equivalent). He's since moved from his hometown so his accent isn't as strong as it used to be (that lil southern twang is definitely still there tho) but you can still catch him adding an extra "R" to specific words; Refruse (refuse), Frew (Few). And when he's got some liquor in his system, he'll hit you with a lil' slurred ass "Aye Mane, Say Mane" in a heartbeat 🤣

However, his cousin TJ, if you listen to GloRilla talk...that's all her. Especially that raspiness when she raps. Yup! That's all TJ from the sound to the way she pronounces her words.

Thanks for the ask. 💛

[wrongcaitlyn]

okay…so…we don’t judge for special interests here right…? cause i am very VERY intense with mine.

so my question is…have you ever thought about solangelos kids….

CAUSE I HAVE

I don’t have all of the lore sorted out rn but i know that they have three kids the first two are girls and the last is a boy.

but with their first daughter…i sort of have some of her stuff sorted out i mean it might change but…

SO (if you don’t mind me infodumping i just NEED to know someone else’s opinion and i have no other ppl who won’t think i’m crazy.)

first things first. Her name is wysteria (just a dif spelling of wisteria cause it looks cool) Bianca solace di angelo (or di angelo solace i can never decide…)

she has tanner skin and freckles but nico’s brown eyes and wills blonde hair. her hair is pretty dang long and sort of whispy almost like taylor’s at the start of her career. (also i find it funny if she were to just have the horrendous mash of an italian and southern accent lmao)

most of the time i imagine her she’s like 16-ish. she’s very kind and caring like will.

she’s either aroace or a lesbian or both i can’t decide yet-

she likes dresses over other clothes (we don’t judge a girl who knows what she likes even tho that’s a stereotype)

and her main powers are sort of a combination of hades and apollo but she more specializes in the light and dark aspects of the two gods.

SO she has really good light manipulation powers and can blind people and if she tries REALLY REALLY HARD she can make it a tangible object she can step on. she also glows cause idk it’s funny.

BUT she also has amazing shadow bending powers. she can again blind people but with obscuring their vision and she is MUCH better at shadow travel than nico is since her specialty is shadows. she’s not very great at the other hades aspects tho. she gets tired after like 10 jumps where nico gets tired after 1. so she normally fights by reaching out to the shadows and pulling them around herself and then zipping around the enemy and teleporting away before they can get to her. it looks very cool from afar. her main weapon is a stygian iron sword like nico’s but it looks kinda different and has some gold aspects. (hazel got the gold for her)

she loves music and to sing (ehem headcanon that she sung a version of nancy mulligan for one of nico and wills anniversary’s ehem)

but she is great all around and i love her even if i’m the only one who actually thinks of her existence.

help i just yapped so much very sorry but lmk your thoughts!

WE DO NOT JUDGE HERE (that'd be so hypocritical seeing as im the one who got so obsessed with nico being a popstar that i wrote 200k words and counting abt it..)

to be quite honest, i haven't! i guess that in my head i kind of will always picture them sort of as like 15 year olds, bc that's how they are in canon and i also always see them younger as me, so i don't spend that much time thinking about an aged up solangelo (despite the fact that they're nearly in their twenties in talk your talk, wow) but!!! i love this hc omg!!!

i love wysteria first of all😭 my mind automatically goes to the lakes, and i just think that's SUCH a solangelo song so ofc i think that's a perfectly fitting name!!!

personally i'm a fan of solace di angelo bc when you put it into google translate, italian -> english, it means "angel's solace" (and i know that google translate is far from accurate, but i just find that so cute <3) but also my brain says make it alphabetical order (so di angelo solace...) either way both are great!!

(also i find it funny if she were to just have the horrendous mash of an italian and southern accent lmao) YES. YES. THAT'D BE HILARIOUS. i just imagine that like some words she would pick up from nico with an italian accent, and then some from will with a southern accent, and then those blended together in a sentence would be so funny😭

i loveee diving into the light manipulation powers. i find it so nice to see the things that nico and will have in common and how they could work together with those powers, i think they'd be so powerful (and also it'd look really sick)

i love this!!! thank u so much for sharing :)

[otakween]

Digimon Frontier - Episode 12

This episode was decent. It was almost all action so my eyes did glaze over at some point, but I liked how intense it was. It got pretty dark when Vritramon was stomping on Blitzmon and then Takuya flipped out after he realized what he was doing. It was a little funny how they were basically like "well, anyway..." after he turned back lol.

Notes:

They're really stretching out this whole Grottomon/Gigasmon thing and I think if I hear "we gotta get to the forest terminal" one more time I'm gonna snap >:/

So the humans have two spirits: one human, one beast, but what about the warriors that are already digimon? Do they also have two? But then what's their "vanilla" form?

I think I like Vritramon more now that I've seen him in action. He's pretty badass. I like the laser guns on his arms (pew pew!)

Tomoki standing up to Vritramon reminded me of Hikari standing up to the villains back in the day. Very nostalgic

Amidakuji! I never really understood how that game worked. (I finally Googled it just now tho). In the dub they were just like "uh...it's a maze!" Close enough lol

Seeing quicksand was kinda funny because that was such a western cartoon cliche in the 90s. I don't think I've ever seen it in an anime before!

Takuya used slide evolution a bunch in this episode. I think I really like this new concept! More variety in the fight scenes. Sometimes it kinda seemed like he switched for no reason tho lol

We meet a bunch of other warrior baddies at the end and they're all...weird looking. At least they're not generic! Looking forward to getting a proper look at them later.

Takuya managed to steal Gigasmon's spirit which...once again...not sure what that means. Can Takuya digivolve into Gigasmon now? (I mean, I know he probably won't, but shouldn't that be how it works?)

Omg the water warrior has a southern accent in the dub! Her design seems fun to, I like that she's slightly chunky.

[mooniebatz]

Here’s it! It messy lel uhhh soooo I dunno witch wun ta choose!! Fur de sweater, yellowy cloud or orangey clouds?

besids dat,,, dis is zeze znores! Dey ar jus a sleepy wittle wolfi! :3

he/they/it/pup/cloud pronouns fur zeze!

de stuffie it carry it name bee “mr nini” (he/it)

❤️‍🩹🍼info bout zeze!🍼❤️‍🩹

Dey ar wik a stuffie basically. Although talls (5’7) it is very Smol n never big

is nicknamed sleepyhead by Julie and Howdy

never leaves their house witout mr nini n der paci

wears primary cowlrd pads :3

is regressed at de age of 3-5 yrs olds

poppy, howdy, Wally, eddie and Julie takes care of them. Mainly howdy or Wally tho

hates loud sounds

prefers the quietness

loves lullabies and soft tingys

voice is soft and has a slight southern accent to it

likez frank and his rambls bout butterflies

sally is a bit too loud for him but if they tell sally she’s being too loud, she’ll twy n bee mor quiet

Finds home wacky

gives home pats,, doesn’t knu if it cn feely it but it seems oki wit it n pup tinks he cn wik it

Sees barneby as a big brother of sorts

💫and here’s sum nicknames zeze gib der neighbors :3💫

calzz Wally “da” or “wawa” Wally melted wen zeze called him da fur de 1st times lel

callz Julie “Jaja “ :p she giggles everytime zeze callz her it

callz Eddie “Dede” cant help but hug zeze wen he callz him dat

callz barneby “bee” or “pubby “ he pats their head wen he hears des names :]

Callz poppy “mama” she nearly die of cutesness wen zeze calld her dat

callz howdy “buggy” or “baba” he giggles n picks up zeze gibbin escemo kithes ta zeze

Callz frank “fwanki “ or “bubber “(wik bubberfly :3) frank likes it. Smiles, and continus ramblin bout bugs :D

callz sally “sunny” she boops zeze n goes “hehe yes-sir-y! Yu got dat rit mr!”

Dat wus a wot (^^;) hehe woopsieee pup rambled

DNI IF NSFW N NUH SAFE FUR CHILDREN!!!

[magic-swords-art]

Any of these that you'd like to answer I'd be really excited to see! I love learning about people's OCs. Hope you're doing well!

2. describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

15. who is your OC’s best friend?

19. a memory that still makes your OC sad?

25. favorite food and color for your OC?

I’ll answer these with both Jaiden and Yon because they’re my favorites and also the ones I’ve posted about the most :)

2. describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

Jaiden does have a voice claim, and it’s Emmy DeOliveria from TMBS show! Although it’s not quite the perfect match because Jaiden has a southern accent. She talks really fast, and even faster when she’s nervous. I also can see her voice as being a bit nasally? But that one scene in TMBS season 1 where Kate says, “It’s a nice sewer! …Well it’s an alright sewer…” sounds very her minus the accent.

Yon’s voice claim at the moment is Soren from the Ga’Hoole movie but tbh that’s open to change because I can’t seem to find a voice that really fits him. I see his voice as very shaky, especially when nervous (and that’s often), and he stumbles a bit over his words. He’s very hesitant when he talks, too, and doesn’t say much. Well, that is until he opens up more. I also feel like his voice cracks sometimes when he talks. Poor fella.

10. what kind of music do they enjoy?

Jaiden would absolutely love rock and grunge. She’s the kind of kid to think “Oh, I listen to old music!” but its only dad rock lol. She also has the vibes of blasting 80’s synth, too, like Oingo Boingo. And also ABBA.

Yon is a bit harder to nail down because he didn't get to listen to music hardly at all growing up. So to be honest...he doesn't know (and I don't either).

15. who is your OC’s best friend?

Neither Jaiden nor Yon had many friends growing up, and despite their rocky start, they do eventually become best friends.

19. a memory that still makes your OC sad?

I feel like saying “so-and-so’s death” is cheating because of course they’re still sad…so I’ll choose a couple others.

One of Jaiden’s is that she once tried asking her uncle once about his life, but he shut it down and told her she didn’t have to worry about him and it didn’t matter. She knew next to nothing about his life. She just wished he was more open with her before he died.

And for Yon, he had a stuffed slug when he was younger. But it unfortunately got destroyed. It was the last thing he had of his biological parents.

Well I guess both of those answers are wrapped into people they’ve lost, but yeah.

25. favorite food and color for your OC?

Jaiden’s is green, and she loves a good cheeseburger (even tho she’s lactose intolerant. She does not care). And for Yon, it’s blue. Or maybe purple. As for favorite food… I'm going with favorite Earth food because I am still worldbuilding but he would love goldfish (the snack crackers. Not the actual fish).