#so i was like god is this too self indulgent

[kittygowrite]

Midwest Girl

Warnings: F!reader, hunting mention, (just in case) slight gore/blood description, extreme weather mention (tornado sirens), just self indulgent fluff

An: trying my hand at a drabble 😌 (a very long drabble… more like a poorly formatted fic) saw this post by @succubusvalentine and just needed to write Simon with a Midwest girl lol. Lil disclaimer, this is based on my own experience in the Midwest and where I live in it (omg it's huge there's so much variety in the culture)

Word count: almost 800

Simon with a Midwest girl that absolutely fascinates him.

You were always so sweet and polite, a small smile would pull at his lips every time you said “ope.”

If you were surprised, bumping into something, or remembering something, every single one would be accompanied by a little “ope!”

Or when you would walk past him, a little “let me just squeeze right past ya...” he would be fighting off a grin.

The politeness wasn't a personal thing though.

The first time a stranger started talking to him at the grocery store, he thought they were insane. When his sweet girl started chatting with the older lady who had commented on the tomatoes Simon was holding, he thought you had fallen off the deep end as well. But that's just how you were. His sweet thing, sharing your sugar with the neighbors, helping with their gardens, bringing over dinner or other comforts whenever someone fell on hard times.

Your food reminded him of what home ought to feel like, all comforting and warm. Whether it be your mother's “famous” chili, a casserole brought to a potluck to celebrate some small town holiday, or a simple pasty warming his fingers in the heart of winter, Simon could never get enough.

While there were quite a few things he hesitated to eat, shoving a bite into his mouth usually shut him up and had him devouring the rest, despite the odd name or questionable ingredients.

The weather was its own situation.

The tornado sirens are blaring, he's grabbing things to hide in the basement and wait out the weather, following the safe and logical protocol. Searching high and low for his sweet girl, just to find you lounging on the porch, a bottle of Faygo in hand, watching the sky swirl and shift with a content smile. Brushing him off when he frantically tries to usher you inside, nodding to your neighbors who are all doing the same, outside despite the sirens screaming for you to hide inside where it’s safe. (Of course, if it actually got bad, you would go inside, but it would take a while to get to that point.)

The temperature changes were intense, 20’s and freezing his fingers off one day, 60’s and driving with the windows down the next, it was enough to give him whiplash.

Not to mention the god-awful winters. He would think you were insane for wearing just a T-shirt and jeans when it's nearly in the 30s. You would just smile and wave him off, laughing when the usually stoic man would be reduced to grumbles about the cold bite.

The chill in Manchester was enough for him to be tugging on a winter coat so the colder temperatures were less than comfortable. He would be bundled up in long johns, flannel, a down coat, mittens, and a scarf wrapped over a thick woolly balaclava you had gifted him for the holidays and he would still be shivering like a wet kitten.

It’s hitting the negatives and you’re unbothered.

“It’s not so bad without the wind.” You happily tell him, as if his nose wasn’t numb and his fingers stiff from the glacial weather. He had to buy a proper pair of winter shoes, his assumption that his combat boots would be fine stomping through the snow. After a too-close dance with frostbite, he caved and bought a real pair of snow boots.

The way you interacted with wildlife never failed to amaze him either. Shooing off a raccoon or coyote that was pawing through your trash. Feeding the birds and squirrels, not batting an eye as a deer walks past.

Growing up in Manchester, he had seen his share of wildlife, but it was so different in the States. The deer were bigger, coyotes would bark and scream like banshees in the night, and don't even get him started when he saw a moose for the first time.

But Simon whose girl goes hunting or fishing? He’s whipped.

You’ve got antlers on your walls, maybe a hide or two kicking around. His eyes would nearly pop out of his head when he walked into the garage to be met with the sight of his sweet girl elbow-deep in fish guts, scaling and gutting the fish with practiced efficiency. Blood splattered on your arms and a smudge on your cheek as you smiled at him and handed him a plate of fish to bring inside.

He would laugh at first, the need for a freezer in the garage seemingly useless. But come hunting season, when it was filled with rabbit, venison, and wild turkey, he changed his mind quite quickly.

You had your quirks, but you were his. And he wouldn’t trade his sweet Midwest girl for anything.

An: I had a lot of fun writing this! Like I said, it’s based on my own experience with where I live so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you’ve experienced it! Feedback is always appreciated <3

Taglist: @pythonmoth @hattiefunny @daydreamerwoah @bi-sk8er @sweetheart4you @shinebright2000

[wanderingibon]

a flock of birds, a crow family — everything aside, despite viago's frosty, stern demeanor I think both he and teia care about rook like family, in a way that goes past the pretenses of being a crow or just part of house de riva, they're literally found family to meeeeee

and while you have time, please consider finding a family on op. olive branch 🍉 and supporting / sharing their campaigns, especially the ones with low funding <3

[myokk]

A super fast scribble of Sebastian and Anne as kids💓

In my mind they were absolutely wild growing up, their parents pushing them outside in the morning with a picnic basket, to just run around in the fields & forests around their hamlet all day, coming home in time for dinner (totally inspired by my childhood growing up in a tiny village of 300 people 😂🫶). They always read together as a family by the candlelight before going to bed, and they’re memories that Sebastian and Anne cherish.

Also, Anne definitely took charge of their adventures and Sebastian was just happy to follow her around like a little puppy 💓💓

Bahhhh i just love thinking about their siblings dynamic 🤧🥰 sorry for my rambling haha

[skrrtscree]

.. an eternal promise, in another life ..💍🤍

[thomaskong]

I was afraid I’d lose him. So I got there late. And… as I entered, I saw him about to take pictures by himself. The first thing that I felt was… I wanted to hug him. No matter how bad I was to him, he’s still there for me. Every time that I’ve fallen or torn apart, he always runs up to me. He’ll come running and hug me. The same goes for this time, where he shows up. Am I happy? I’m really delighted. I really am. I’d like to thank Save for always being by my side till this very day.

DMD Friendship the Reality: It Takes Two EP. 5

[ganondoodle]

you know when you have an idea for a drawing and it just wont let you rest until you at least sketched it?

... yeah

....

demise and hylia (humanoid forms) sleepy cuddles o((>ω< ))o

[volivolition]

part of that "raising a kid au" i was working on, this is almost definitely not how skill checks work and i don't even know if i'll include this, but for now i think it's. so funny kjkgj

[disposal-blueeee]

[thesylverlining]

Might be spite-writing baby's first Disco Elysium fanfic

Because a bitch (me, I'm bitch) saw one too many things that slimmed Harry down (presented as an unambiguous Good Thing) so I had to write Kim adoring his belly before I turned into the got dang Joker

[maginnmauvaise]

[beigetiger]

PLEASE YAP ABOUT DUSK IN YOUR AU

OK DUSK YAP IN BATTLESCAPE OF THE GODS TIME. LETS GO

So for a bit of context, Winter has taken over the little fascist sorcerer regime in Roarhaven circa AMFoM. In the AU, what happens is as she’s trying to build up her power, she tries to get Dusk to join because of the potential uses of having a vampire on her side. Dusk, of course, knows how badly things will go for him if he does this (he’s 100% getting kicked out of the city and murdered by other vampires), and so he refuses and then goes to Valkyrie, since nobody else in the Sanctuary would ever listen to what a vampire has to say and he’s pretty sure that Winter is Val’s little sister.

So then Valkyrie, who is in a VERY stressful situation, also has to try and make sure that Dusk isn’t harassed by either the Sanctuary or Winter’s gang because she feels that she’s responsible for him for a BUNCH of reasons.

Then a bunch of things happen, Val becomes a god and leaves, all of Roarhaven has kind of been turned into a shelter. This means higher security, which means that vampires are far more likely to be harassed by Sanctuary officials (they have a community service thing they can force people into, it’s complicated) and Dusk, worried that they’re going to arrest him or throw him out or something like that, leaves of his own accord and goes to find Valkyrie.

He basically asks if he can stay with her group and kind-of work for her and again, still feeling semi-responsible for his well-being, she says yes so long as he’s careful to either always have serum on him or always be prepared to stay in a cage at night. He’s fine with this, not all of the people in her group are fine with a vampire though. Skulduggery certainly isn’t, but Dusk is technically following Valkyrie and not him and so there’s not much he can do about it.

And from there on out, he’s basically a half-domesticated cat who comes and goes from the camp. The sorcerers are very slow to trust him, but he does (against his will, mind you) end up making friends with a few of them eventually. The two I have in mind right now are Anton, who, while he hates vampires, has also spent much of his life being stripped of his humanity and so eventually comes to appreciate Dusk’s presence, and Myosotis, who’s younger, slightly more open-minded, and is used to being invisible. The three of them kind of form a friend group of social outcasts as they all continue to work for Valkyrie.

ALSO. Erskine is in this AU. Anton is the only person who knows at first (and he doesn’t destroy him for complicated emotional reasons), but eventually Dusk and after that Myosotis find out as well. Neither of them say anything to Valkyrie about it, though.

[seventh-district]

babe wake up a new Venti-coded song just droppped

“I’m as sober as a drunk.

I’m as high as rock bottom.

Free as a man with his hands handcuffed to the bar.”

[hanaasbananas]

been having SO MANY kanthony fic ideas while I'm at work, thinking up lines of dialogue and scenes for this completely self indulgent fic but goddamn it's like all my ability to write evaporates as soon as I get home what is thissss

[quinn-pop]

sorry for the metadede flood lately um. anyway i think dedede officiates waddle weddings. if they even have them lol. it’d be funny and cute

[teh-nos]

i don't know really. i have to add things to fics so they're long enough to be worth writing, but also i am to not add things to them. they are just to become the right length on their own. but the length they usually end up at is wrong. but everyone writing 500k is wrong too. but they are more right than me because longfics are apparently "better" (according to some fucking idiot on that 'novels are a snack' post). but also long has got longer. on it's own. because nobody else has to think of things to add.

[houndfaker]

i PROBABLY should have waited but immediately drew more to share. shapeshifter femc’s ‘true form’(?) and aigis who is a weird combination between a gargoyle and a guardian angel. for fun