#moxie writes

[mnxxxie]

Nicknames BNHA characters will give you girl edition Bc I never see anyone do the girls lol ♡

(It’s like midnight and I need to get to sleep but whatever..)

♡Momo Yaoyorozu♡

“Darling” - I can imagine her walking up to you from behind, wrapping her hands around your waist and leaning in to give your cheek a soft peck, saying “hello my darling~” … literal shivers

♡Kyouka Jirou♡

“Baby girl” - it took her a while to get comfortable enough in the relationship to start calling you pet names, so when she first called you ‘baby girl’ it was more of a joke, kind of.

♡ Ochaco Uraraka♡

“My love” - I’ve always thought of her as more soft spoken and genuine, kind of how I picture Shoto to act towards his s/o.

The second you walk into the room with her she looks up, sets aside anything she was doing, goes over to your side and showers you with soft kisses all over your face. “How are you today my love” she beams up at you, giving you the sweetest smile

♡ Tsuyu Asui♡

“Love bug” - you both thought it was a cute nickname and also a funny little reference to her quirk. She always calls you this during cuddle sessions or any wholesome moment between you.

“Easy Love bug” she whispers when she notices you stirr in your sleep, eyes squinting awake, “I’ve got you, go back to bed.” She nuzzles closer to your body and watches your eyes begin to close again, relaxing into her soft grip.

♡ Himiko Toga ♡

“Bad bitch” - it sounds like more of a bestie nickname tbh. Of course she usually just calls you babe but calling you a bad bitch is more funny to her.

Toga steps into the room your in, rudely interrupting your conversation between Dabi, “what’s up you bad bitch” she punctuated with a harsh smack to your ass that elicits a delicious gasp from your lips. Of course she’s only teasing … sometimes

[moxie-girl]

um. asl seraphim au fic, anyone?

Deep in the heart of a forgotten government laboratory, three brothers make a life for themselves in a run-down scrapyard. (Or: No matter what, the bonds of brotherhood can never be broken.)

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #5

“Afraid I’ll get lost?” Chuuya baited with a tiny smirk.

Pretending to be this bastard’s boyfriend was easier than Chuuya would have liked. Instinctive, almost as if all of their banter over the years had been nothing but practice for this lie. Sharp words lost their edge when seeped in fondness, and Chuuya couldn’t help but relax into those warm teases that stoked a fire in his heart.

It was all a performance, Chuuya knew. None of it was real. So why did Dazai’s fingers squeeze his so tightly? Why did he seem unable to look away from Chuuya, to step back even when he needed to walk away?

A tiny ache had begun to form in Chuuya’s chest, a pain so tender that even the brush of Dazai’s thumb along his wrist made it sting.

“I’d just hate for somebody to steal my Chuuya away while I’m not looking.” Dazai tilted his head and smiled, the very picture of charm and innocence. He lifted Chuuya’s hand up to his mouth to brush a sweet kiss along his knuckles. Chuuya was glad he’d worn his gloves, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like to actually feel those lips against his skin.

The thought brought a fresh wave of heat to Chuuya’s cheeks, and he cleared his throat, hoping that Dazai hadn’t noticed. He tried to keep playing along with the blatant flirting, but the kiss he’d hardly felt had left him shaken. All he could manage was a roll of his eyes and a hoarse, “I’ll be fine.”

[moxiebustion]

Is there such a thing as posting paralysis? I have THREE fanfics in the can, ready to deploy and I'm suddenly just so anxious about it. Why???

[malewifemoxley]

title shot (a temp placeholder name) - jon moxley / brody king

It’s weird the things that stick with him after a match. Moxley can still smell the warm leathery beard oil that Brody uses and the mint- sweet mint, which Moxley finds interesting, as most choose peppermint or spearmint- gum he had been chewing. It’s not weird that he had been in close enough vicinity to have the chance to smell those things, they had a very close confrontation, as Moxley tends to do. He hadn’t been expecting Brody to, well, double down, in a sense, but then again, he was taller than Moxley by at least four inches.

[frogoru]

colored an older sketch on my phone

[snckt]

i wondered if villainy was like armstrong feint, someone once kind and gentle who lowered himself into treachery, or more like a mysterious beast, hidden in the depths and summoned to wickedness. but all these questions seemed wrong.

@asouefanworkevent day three of woevember : the clusterous forest, alternatively titled,   a lesson in turpitude.

[0perfectimperfections0]

What if, instead of being punished by the washer, the robots dragged Lou to a pipe that leads to the factory. Because he was a "rogue prototype," but the best model they had, they erased his memory. Now the all the dolls see Lou when he was kinder and sweeter, like Lou in Ox's flashbacks, but in the present.

I had to go ahead and write this because I love everything about this idea.

Okay, so for background, there are ideas that @natalie-the-writer and I have tossed back and forth regarding what Lou was like during his initial creation. You'll see what those ideas were in this story.

I'm also adding onto that with how I made Lou in the prequel of the movie I'm working on called "Basting Stitch" which is on Wattpad.

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"He will be fixed."

That was all one of the robots had told them as two other ones drug the prototype toward the far end of the Institute. Ox's memory was well enough to remember that being the direction of the pipe Lou had led him to years ago. His gut wrenched at the thought of Lou being recycled. What could even become of a prototype? Or a Perfect Doll? The recycling was designed for dolls like Ox or even ones like Nolan who needed to be rearranged into something acceptable for a child.

But, even with all of that, Lou still wasn't considered acceptable for a child. Perhaps there was no coming back for a recycled prototype. You can't get better than perfect and if that still wasn't enough to go to the Big World, then there was no use for him.

It made Ox sick.

More so did the dolls who were smugly grinning in the direction in which Lou had been dragged off to. This was a victory for them. The "dictatorship" Lou had subjected them to was finally over.

But then it suddenly wasn't.

Those same two robots (but they all looked the same, so who could be sure?) rolled back into the Institute a few days later. The Uglies were in the process of renovating the whole expanse of the area with the help of the rebelling Pretty Dolls. For dolls that had so fervently aspired to go be with a kid, it was a wonder they decided to come back at all. Maybe the Big World wasn't as wonderful as they thought it would be.

Nonetheless, most of them were present in the center of the Institute when two robots escorted a familiar doll back into their presence. Babo turned, giving a small heart attack to the toppling tower of Moxy, Wage, LuckyBat, and Ox that were grasping onto each other's shoulders. They had been trying to paint the Gauntlet an array of different colors before the octopus doll would eventually toss it into the water for the heck of it.

"He's back!" One Ugly panicked and bolted it toward some random direction. Pretty Dolls murmured amongst themselves and, despite already being a good distance, continued to step further away from Lou as he approached. The robots kept an even pace in front of him.

Ox scrambled down from the tower of dolls he was on and eventually slowed to a stop before the robots. "Prototype Model 12 has been fixed." They announced.

Again, the details of what being fixed entailed were lost to them.

The robots parted to give a full view of the blond. It didn't look like anything had changed. Perfect hair. Perfect body. Perfect suit. It wasn't as if Lou had any outward imperfections before, but what exactly did the robots fix? His attitude?

A little more than that, actually.

Those blue eyes looked different. But only to Ox. They reminded him of some part of Lou that had been long gone since Moxy's little rendevous. They were wide, open, and full. His pupils were dilated in a way that made him look younger. Mentally younger. The kind of innocent look that would provoke you to use a soft voice and bend at the knees to speak to him.

And then Lou spoke. "Hello. Welcome to the Institute of Perfection. My name is Louis. And you are?"

Ox's ear twitched as he eyed Lou up and down. His friends walked up behind him. Wage had a disdainful look in her eyes. "It's the Institute of Imperfection now--"

"H-Hold on," Ox waved a hand behind him to quiet her. He looked up at Lou curiously. He'd heard those exact words before. From Lou, too. But...had Lou not been recycled? "You're Lou, right?"

The doll tilted his head, arms folded behind his back. "Louis. My name is Louis."

"But Lou is your nickname," Ox clarified.

Lou blinked at the foreign term. Instead, he looked evenly at Ox. "What is your name?"

Mandy leaned toward Moxy. "What's wrong with him?" She whispered. Moxy was too perplexed to even shrug.

"You remember me, Lou. I'm Ox." The bunny put a hand on his chest.

"Ox," Lou repeated. "Your name is Ox. Welcome, Ox, to the Institute of Perf--"

"Alright, what's going on?" Wage interrupted as she stormed up to Lou. "What's wrong with you, huh? You're acting weird." She put a finger to his forehead, tapping it roughly. Lou squinted against the action, leaning back to try and put distance between them.

"Your voice has gone higher," Lou noted, rubbing his forehead. "Why?"

"Why? Why? Because you're acting weird and stupid and it's frustrating!" Wage screamed. "What did those robots do to you?"

One of them wheeled forward to offer some form of explanation. "Prototype Model 12 has been fixed. His memory has been erased and he is now reset to factory default."

That was it! That was where Ox had seen that look and heard those words. It had been when he had first arrived at the Institute and Lou had said those exact words to him. Lou couldn't have been but maybe two or three years into existence at the time.

And now, he had started all over again.

Wage glared at the blond. "That still doesn't explain why you're acting weird."

Lou seemed to shrink under her gaze. "I...do not know what you mean."

"You! The way you're talking! Your whole attitude!"

"Your voice is rising again," Lou noted. Wage looked about ready to strangle him if Ox hadn't eased her back.

"He don't know what you mean when you say weird. He ain't learned that word, yet."

"What are you talking about?" Wage narrowed in on Ox now.

The bunny ignored her and instead looked up at Lou. "What she means is that she isn't used to you. We know a different Lou--I mean Louis."

"I am Louis," Lou's brows pinched in confusion.

"You are," Ox assured, "but not...you're not the same anymore. You don't remember anything."

Moxy hummed and seized the opportunity to bound up to Lou and catch his attention. "Maybe that's a good thing! Hey, Lou--"

"Louis," he corrected.

"Whatever. Do you think I'm ugly?" She asked, arms crossed.

His eyes blinked and he looked at Ox. "It means not pretty."

"Oh," Lou straightened again and took this definition into consideration. "You are not a model 12. A Pretty Doll."

"Yeah, duh, but am I ugly?" She pressed.

"I...do not understand what you are asking," Lou tilted his head again.

Moxy groaned. "He's really stupid without his memory."

Ox swatted her. "Don't say that! He ain't stupid. This is just how he was when I first met 'im. He just ain't learned all of those words yet."

Mandy finally walked up to this new, wide-eyed Lou. She scrutinized him for a moment. Lou blinked at her, head tilting again. "What is on your face?" He asked.

She idly touched her fingertips to the rim of her glasses. "Glasses. They help me see."

"Glasses," Lou repeated the word. He looked her up and down. "You are a Pretty Doll. Model 12."

"Yeah?" Mandy squinted.

"Yes." Lou didn't understand the rhetorical nature of her question. "Pretty Dolls have ideal hair and bodies. You fit both of those standards." Mandy flushed but continued scrutinizing him. Lou caught on to that. "Your cheeks are pink. Why?"

Luckily, Moxy spoke up again so Mandy wouldn't have to figure out an answer to that question. "Do you think she's ugly?"

"I do not know what that means."

"Not perfect," Moxy stressed. "What other definitions are there? Not pretty. Not good-looking. Not up to your standards. Pick one, I don't care!"

Ugly: To not be perfect.

Lou hummed and looked back at Mandy. "You look perfect to me. You are a Pretty Doll. Pretty Dolls are made to be as close to perfect as possible. So, you are perfect."

Ignoring the heat coming to her face (because surely he didn't understand how his words were coming across) Mandy raised an interesting question. "Wait...so, if Lou never knew what the word ugly meant, then who taught it to him?"

They went quiet.

That...was a good question.

[topnotchquark]

#i still have to write about what I was thinking of regarding their styles of showing love but I have been wanting to collect more evidence#hmm maybe I should just write it <- scholarship? scholarship for the starving masses? 🥺

Okay let's get to this. I'll do a more coherent post when I have more evidence, but some fractured thoughts for now.

The way Pecco expresses affection to his bike: That two fingered kiss pressed onto the frame of the Ducati. The exaggerated quick massaging motion. It's almost as if the bike is human to Pecco. There is love but also a respectful distance, a recognition of personhood. The bike is something you work to build a relationship with, just like anyone you love in this life. The bike is something that brings you success and glory, so you thank it, you prove yourself worthy of riding it, you give it a kiss, you understand that the bike has its quirks and you love it for, and despite those quirks. Which (to me, okay) seems like Pecco's relationship with his loved ones in general (I'll elaborate that later, it's a jumble of thoughts). Also this year Pecco has been doing his fair share of goon riding for show. Imo the only purpose is to draw attention to yourself and your championship winning machine. Here, it's me and my baby, we're a winning team, here, we have fun. Because love is also a little bit about showing off, tastefully, of course.

The way Bezz expresses love to his bike: Gentle slow circles rubbed on the frame, bringing his entire body as close to the bike as possible, smallest pats on the side, as if placing his hand on the chest of a loved one, momentarily resting his helmet covered head on the frame of the bike. Characteristic lack of distance, motions so small and controlled that they could only be communicated between two beings that are so in tune that every other sensation is simply noise. To Bezz, the love for his bike is like an ancient animal understanding that exists between two bodies. There is no explanation for it, no justification, the connection is there and the thread that ties the two beings together thrums with a life of its own. Nobody has to prove to be worthy of the other one, the bond is there, and it's a positively reinforced feedback loop. The more your honor the inherent connection between two bodies the stronger it grows, under duress or during good times. Which is just Bezz is general isn't he, everyone likes him, there is no effort required to be loved, to be adored. His team, his mechanics, Vale, academy folks, everyone on MotoGPblr, almost everyone watching MotoGP, everyone likes Bezz.

Pecco wants to be worthy of his bike. He works to earn that love. Bikefucking as a desire tied to aspiration.

Bezz is connected to his bike like two beings that just know they have a need to belong together. Bikefucking as something your mind and body just does.

[infini-tree]

today's warmup is brought to you by: me thinking about pre-canon sticky notes by thinking about post-canon fics

[jessicas-pi]

makes me giggle when someone says that i must have put a lot of thought into the plot of time heals. like on the one hand yes i do spend at least 1 hour per day thinking about it. on the other hand. babygirl you have no idea how many of the plotlines have shown up out of absolutely nowhere.

[moxie-girl]

this one's for the 5 other Fischl fans out there 🫡

As both sides unleashed their might in a war where there could be no victors, it was not only the lands of the gods that fell under siege by the dreamers’ war machines. All-seeing Celestia, seeing an opportunity to be rid of unpredictable magics it could not control, quietly turned a blind eye to much of the destruction.

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #8

An unedited sneak peek at one of my fics for Soukoku Fluff Week~

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” Chuuya mused, his voice so low that Dazai strained to hear it. He sounded fond, exasperated, and if Dazai wasn’t pretending to be asleep just then, he would have pointed out that Chuuya should be at work, too.

Dazai didn’t think that he’d been napping for very long, so he guessed that it was still early afternoon. Too soon for shorties to be home from their oh-so-important mafia jobs. Maybe later, Dazai would tease him about it, but he wouldn’t risk disturbing this quiet for such taunts, much too comfortable to tempt the chibi into kicking him out of the bed.

A bare thumb brushed Dazai’s cheek, a slow caress that drew shivers up his spine. A whine, needy and humiliating, escaped his throat, and he heard Chuuya’s victorious chuckle. He cringed, both inwardly and out, and slowly peeked an eye open to see the chibi’s expression.

Only dim light filtered through the curtains, evidence that Dazai had been right about the time of day, but Chuuya’s blue eyes still shone. His mouth curved at one corner, crooked, inviting, and his thumb stroked along Dazai’s cheek again.

“Knew you were awake, jackass.” Chuuya still spoke quietly, cradling the fragile moment between them as kindly as he held Dazai’s cheek. “I’m just as familiar with your shitty body as you are with mine.”

[19eyebrows]

I think about this post a lot (made by @19elaine if i remember correctly):

That Mo Guan Shan and Zhan Zheng Xi form a bond after Jian Yi and He Tian left. A special bond that includes sex because they feel very lonely at times and want to FEEL someone. And they are on the same page. And everyone is cool with it (even Jian Yi and He Tian) because they are all sooo mature and understanding... And i love this head canon so muuuuuch! Yes Mo will just have romantic feelings for He Tian and Xixi's heart just beats for Jian Yi but when it comes to platonic love and platonic intercourse they are there for each other.... And yes i love a good OT4 T^T

And I drunk too much mulled wine today... I excuse myself...

[malewifemoxley]

ok maybe i will just post some snippets from things I've written that i actually like so be on the lookout perhaps also i have no idea how to actually post anything nice on here so pls if u have tips on how to do that lmk

[amyisherenowitsokay]

i just be doing shit sometimes