#writing by moose

[theerurishipper]

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"Hey, Bruce. Just needed to pick up some— Damian, what happened to you?"

Damian glares across the room. Dick stares at his black eye, unabashedly confused. Bruce just fights the urge to sigh.

"He got into an altercation with Roy Harper," Bruce reveals finally, and understanding blooms on Dick's face.

"Ah."

"I was defending your honor, Richard!" Damian seethes, slapping away Bruce's hand. "And anyway, this is nothing compared to the tomfoolery that takes place atop the Watchtower. You should see them go at it, as though they were common schoolchildren and not respected superheroes holding the fate of the world in their hands."

"And how is that different from you starting a fight with Roy?"

Damian scoffs, face turning red. "He had it coming."

Dick smiles for a moment, and then sighs. "This whole situation is causing way too many problems, isn't it."

"I don't know," Tim says, a smirk on his face. "All of Young Justice is on your side, Dick. I'd say this whole ordeal has brought us all closer together."

Cass nods, grinning. "And we are more... united than ever."

Bruce is just glad someone is getting something out of this. Because he sure isn't.

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"Well played, Grayson," muttered Roy, as Lian happily licked the large lollipop in her hand. Next to her was a little piece of paper that simply said 'Gotcha.' And all Roy could do was shake his head, amused.

"Well played."

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[thankstothe]

[updatingranboo]

ranboo house update! they had sewer water coming out of both of their shower drains after trying to use the bathtub to bath moose and momo!

[golby-moon]

you know what this world needs rn? a distraction in the form of supernatural animal crossing AU and yeah I'm still mixed up over which animals to make them even after I already made them don't @ me I'm indecisive

oh yeah. the cookers themselves. still having nightmares over drawing Sam's antlers btw even though I drew one and then flipped the image because I hate them and they're still awful. also Cas needed a sweater vest don't deny it. also also I'm very aware the proportions are horribly inconsistent this is why I don't really animate anymore guys

(01/20/25)

[charleslelurk]

If you give a man a baby

Carlos just stares as the fan hands her baby, her eleventh month old, to Lando and steps back with her phone. The baby is wearing a dinosaur onesie, feet tucked away but soft, hair tufty and sparse. Lando stands contrapose, one hip helping support the baby as Lando has him under the arms and around the belly. His big hands covering almost all of the dinosaur pattern as he holds the baby securely.

���Look here, sweetie!” The fan tells her baby, trying to get a picture he will never remember of the time he met two Formula 1 drivers at the Monaco mall. The baby looks at the camera, opens his mouth and makes a joyful noise at his mother, little hands flapping. Carlos watches Lando smile, at the baby and then the camera. Carlos is still staring at Lando, holding the chubby and gleeful baby, when the flash goes off.

“Jeez, Carlos,” Lando murmurs against his lips when Carlos presses him into the wall by the front door. “What got—got you going?”

Carlos just makes a long noise against Lando’s lips and grips his hips as he tilts his head more to lick into Lando’s mouth. Carlos toes off his shoes, kicking them to the side as he refuses to stop kissing Lando. He realizes what Carlos is doing with his feet and is smiling into the kiss.

“Stop laughing,” Carlos tells him when they break apart. Carlos is already grabbing Lando’s arm to drag him towards the bedroom. When Carlos glances back, Lando is giving him a toothy little smile.

“What was it?” He asks as Carlos pushes through the bedroom door and pulls Lando down onto the bed with him. He comes easily, folding his legs under his hips as he settles over Carlos’s lap. Lando gets the same toothy grin on his face again when he realizes how hard Carlos is in his jeans. He bites his lip and looks at Carlos with a thoughtful expression.

“Was it the sweater I tried on in Acme?” Carlos shakes his head as he gets his fingers under the hem of Lando’s hoodie and peels it off of him, Lando’s curls springing free from the neckline as Carlos tosses it away. Lando’s nipples are pebbling at the cold room and Carlos leans forwards to get his mouth on one. Above him, Lando gasps and buries one hand into Carlos’s hair, holding his face to his chest.

Lando’s voice is tight when he speaks again. “Was it when I pointed out that fucking leather shop?” Carlos makes a negative noise but doesn’t remove his mouth from Lando’s skin. He gently takes the nipple in his teeth and is rewarded by the way Lando’s entire body jumps. “Wasn’t the fucking kink joke?”

Carlos noses his way up to Lando’s neck. When Lando used his hand in Carlos’s hair to pull his face back, Carlos goes easily. They stare at one another a moment, and that’s when Carlos realizes Lando is rocking his hips down into Carlos’s hard cock in gentle, rhythmic little pushes.

Lando knits his brow. “What was it, Carlos?”

He feels like a panting mess, knows he’s looking at Lando with a dark eyes and pink lips and messy hair. He might as well admit it, isn’t keeping it to himself for any real reason.

Carlos swallows hard, throat bobbing. Lando’s eyes snap to it and then back to Carlos’s face.

Carlos moves his hands from Lando’s thighs to his ass, pushing his hips to press harder into Carlos’s.

“The baby,” Carlos says, almost breathlessly. “You holding the baby.”

Lando’s brow knits before smoothing out and cheeky grin pulling his cheeks. “Carlos?”

Carlos makes a noncommittal sound as Lando begins to tease, the evidence of it clear in the tone of his voice.

Lando pushes Carlos down onto the mattress, back flat as his legs still hang off the foot. Lando crawls over Carlos, lines their pelvis’s up and grinds down hard. Lando is clearly hard too, hisses when their bulges press together. “Carlos, do you—ah” Lando cuts himself off as Carlos tightly grips his ass. “Do you want to put a baby in me?”

Carlos groans, and slides a hand up to Lando’s head to bring him down for another bruising kiss. It’s answer enough.

[sparklecryptid]

Look, you say, This is just how it is, I am monster and you are a saint. I was to devour you from the very beginning.

Will you regret it?

A monster doesn't regret what he is, to regret is to die. I'm not like that other one. I don't regret the claws, the fangs, the blood drying on my teeth. What is there to regret? I did as nature dictated. I am acting on behalf of the gods.

You are a lamb and this is your altar.

I am a monster not a lamb, but if Iwas a lamb, what does that make you?

The shepherd. The butcher.

[snootlestheangel]

Back at it with more Shadow Company Moose

cause apparently my life revolves around him now @cod-dump

Big boy Moose falling perfectly jn line with Soap's type. Big, strong, intimidating but quiet, deep voice, all of it.

Soap being the type of person to flirt casually with people whose company he genuinely enjoys.

Soap flirting with Moose after getting to know him a bit better. Moose being flattered but not into Soap (as far as he's aware)

But then Moose overhears a conversation between Soap and Ghost and realizes Ghost is flirting right back. He's not jealous or hurt or anything (he's learned that's the type of friend Soap is and stuff). No.

He's actually terrified.

He's never heard anyone flirt back so openly with Soap before. Sure he's heard Gaz flirt back but the shit Ghost is saying to him shouldn't even be considered flirting. Its filthy and then Moose is backpedalling out of there so fucking fast.

He's terrified because "holy shit Ghost and Soap are together and Soap is flirting with me. I'm gonna be the reason their relationship ends and then Ghost will actually kill me and no one will know the truth."

The next day Soap wants to spar with him. Moose has learned by now that Soap enjoys challenging himself by taking on the guys that are definitely bigger and stronger. Moose accepts because he's now scared of hurting Soap's feelings and getting put on the top of The Ghost's hit list.

They're sparring and it's going well for Moose, actually. He's so close to stopping it, he doesn't want Soap to embarrass himself. But then Soap flattens him. One second he's standing tall and confident, the next he's on his stomach with Soap pinning him down and holding one of his legs as leverage.

Moose gives Soap his compliments. He's never been taken out so fast and brutally before, especially not by a guy that's almost a foot shorter than him. Soap grins at him, and there's an almost evil glint in his eyes.

"Felt good to finally get you underneath me." Soap says, the most blatant flirting he's ever done with Moose. Moose doesn't react, just kinda scoffs a bit and shakes his head.

Then he notices a certain looming shadow in the corner, skull mask tilted to the side as the wearer assesses him with a cold, judging gaze.

Suddenly Moose is bright red and booking it out of there.

He really doesn't want to linger on what Ghost means by telling Soap "Very good, Johnny. Think he'd let you do it again?"

[moosemann404]

LU chapter 13 cut content: They Were Roommates

So, I had a couple ideas for some of the flashbacks during the most recent chapter, and I cycled through a lot. Most were cut either because they messed with the flow, messed with the vibe (I want Aperture to be incredibly isolating and suffocating so any scenes outside of it are kept brief and mostly undescribed), or didn’t fit the theme. This one falls into the last category, and was cut pretty early in the draft, but it was already a fully formed idea floating around my grey matter so I wrote it out. Anyway, enjoy these two goobers stumbling into living together.

Words: 832

Doug stares at the notice board blankly. It’s clogged with papers, overlaid and crumpled, since no one ever finds the time to clean it off before adding something new. But he came here with a purpose, and that purpose requires he wade through the outdated announcements and company mandates. He sighs as he starts peeling them up.

There are a few with the information he’s looking for, though most have at least half the tear off tabs missing. Doug’s odds aren’t looking great. Still. He starts gathering a little collection.

He’s gotten maybe five before he hears footsteps, and an overly excited “Doug!” floats down the hall. Only one person ever greets him with that much enthusiasm, so he doesn’t bother to look up.

“Hello, Wheatley.”

A shadow falls across the board. “What’s got you out of the lab today?” Wheatley leans into his peripheral, all curls and smiles.

Doug wafts the slips of paper in the air. “Apartment hunting. Rents going up. Paycheck never does. I doubt these will turn up anything, but there’s always trying.” He pauses for a moment. “You think they’d reduce my pay if I started sleeping in my lab?”

Wheatley frowns at this. Doug is pretty sure he intoned that joke correctly; maybe it isn’t that funny since he’s seriously considered it a few times. He doesn’t respond right away, so Doug goes back to searching. Sometimes Wheatley gets quiet like that. Doug has learned that usually means he’s really trying to think about what he’s going to say. “What.. if…” He starts, then stops, wringing his hands slightly. “…say, if you had two paychecks… would that cover the cost?”

“…that’s why I’m looking to move in with someone?” Doug turns to stare at Wheatley.

“No!-“ Wheatley straightens and he’s starting to gesture more with his words. It’s an archaic language Doug has yet to understand. “I mean- what if- hypothetically, someone moved in with you?”

Doug turns fully from the board now. “Can you think of a single person in this facility who would be okay with moving in with me?”

“Me.” Wheatley responds without hesitating.

The silence is loud. Doug stares at him as he thinks it through. Not about why Wheatley brought this up or the way he seems incredibly nervous at the suggestion, but to properly work through the potential arrangement. Doug has been over to Wheatley’s aunt’s place plenty. He’s seen how Wheatley lives, been in his room, and knows some of his routine. And, conversely, Wheatley has been over to Doug’s apartment. He knows what he would be moving into. Doug’s lifestyle is unobtrusive at best, so it would make integrating Wheatley quite simple. It would also make morning commutes much easier.

They’d have to figure out other budgeting things though. Groceries. Bills. There’s a long list of things that need to get done, but the idea isn’t terrible. The biggest positive is that he would be getting a roommate he already knows; starting over with someone new, who could and probably would upend all his routines, sounds exhausting.

Doug tunes back in and realizes Wheatley had started talking at some point. “-brought it up the other day, so I’ve been thinking about it. You know, I don’t want to upset the guy; he’s been really nice about the whole thing but-“ His fidgets with his glasses. “-Oh, nevermind. It was a stupid suggestion anyway, forget I said anything, you already see me at work all the time so why would you want to spend your time off with-“

“Could you fit all of your things in my car?”

“–me – b-beg pardon?” Wheatley stutters.

“I asked if all of your things could fit in my car.” Doug repeats. “I don’t want to make more than one trip.”

Wheatley sputters a bit, cheeks growing slightly rosy as he gesticulates wildly. “May- prob- I mean- we’d have to- I haven’t really-“ He’s twisting and turning and generally doing everything to avoid eye contact.

Doug feels a lightness seep into his chest. “Just guess.”

“I don’t think so.” Wheatley manages to choke out, half muffled behind his hand. “I don’t know; maybe we could make it work? I-I could just leave some things at my Aunt’s. It’s not like I’m never going back, and I know- it’s not a huge drive or anything like that- at least I think it isn’t- so- so, yeah, you know…” He peters out.

“We can talk about it after work.” He offers, and Wheatley relaxes into his typical illuminated grin. “You should probably get back to work before our pay gets docked.”

“Ah, yes, brilliant!” Wheatley claps his hands together. “See you after work, then!” He gives him a stupid little salute and walks down the hall with a noticeable bounce to his step.

Doug waits for him to disappear around the turn before looking down to the wad of slips still in his hand. For a second, he smiles, and then promptly crumples them up.

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee watches the whumper walk past their hiding location. With every step, their heart jumps in their chest. It takes everything in their power to keep their breathing shallow and quiet.

[mooseonahunt]

Trespasser

[imiya]

hes right behind me.. isnt he..

[wazzappp]

I drew. a lot for this. Also heads up for non RE mutuals this is going to be. confusing for you. I'm going to do my best to annotate and provide context but you are in for a wild ride.

Anyway long ass lore post for how Lisa and Robbie go from fighting to working together in this AU.

In the RE8 cannon all of the Dimitrescu daughters are made at the same time but for the sake of ✨the situations✨ I am going to change that. Lisa lived the longest as a human before being assimilated into the mold with a Cadou (infecting extension of the Megamycite). Technically her 'sisters' are older than her, as they were assimilated a while ago. Lisa has been a member of house Dimitrescu for about 2 years now. This puts her in this. Weird middle child zone. She wants to make her 'family' proud but she's also aware that what makes them proud isn't really the most achievable thing in the world (expecially with Bela to contend with. Older sibling overachiever to the maximum). She's got a certain degree of distance from them and sometimes wonders if she wasn't better off before all of this. Her memories are fuzzy but still there for the most part. She cant remember faces or names but she remembers feelings and situations. She doesen't remember families being like this (she wants OUT).

Chasing prey brought in is fairly standard for her. It's some of the only entertainment she gets. So when she catches Robbie exploring around the castle she has no idea that he's special in any way. He's just some new guy she gets to mess with before eating and DAMN he's FUN. If she didn't know any better she could almost think that he has experience being chased around (he does. he very much so does. all of RE7's worth). What she ALSO doesn't know is that Mother Miranda (big bad. Different from Lady Dimitrescu, who she refers to as 'mother') is planning on using Gabe (who is replacing baby Rose in this) to try and resurrect her dead kid with a 'perfect vessel' and this requires. uh. disassembly (in the base RE8 gameplay the reason Ethan goes to each house is because uhhhhhhhh his infant daughter has been dismembered and stored in jars and he needs to collect them so he can put her back together.... yeah). Robbie intervenes before this can get going and is instead going house to house because if he wants to get out of this stupid fuckass villiage he needs to collect the key components to unlock the gate keeping him in here (i need him to have a reason. to kill everyone. its important to me ok).

When Lisa finds out this random, but fun guy, she's been chasing who she thought was JUST SOME NORMAL GUY killed one of her sisters she mentally goes 'Oh. OH. THERES A CHANCE FOR ME TO GET OUT OF HERE'. That in conjunction with discovering Mother Miranda is planning on FULLY DISMEMBERING A CHILD she uh. Makes some decisions.

What you have to understand about her plans of matricide is that neither Lady Dimitrescu or her sisters can actually really fully die. Sure, their bodies are gone, but their consciousness is stored in the hive mind and they can reform later after gathering their strength. If she has to put her kinda shitty found family in time out for the sake of getting herself out of here + keeping her newly revived conscience clean she's absolutely going to do it.

(fuckin. backgrounds. dialogue. fuck. why can things not just take place inside of the void. DUKE MY BELOVED WE LOVE AND RESPECT DUKE IN THIS HOUSE HES A REAL ONE fuck now I got it in my head that he keeps trying to play matchmaker for them and i need to. go draw that because its too funny not to.)

Lisas plan involves this lab I had her mention in the comic above. It's where Robbie needs to go to synthesize more poison for the dagger of deaths flowers, and SUPPOSEDLY where a medicine that might allow her to go outside again might be (enemies of Lisas type become SIGNIFICANTLY weaker in the cold. She could try to bundle up but its still really not a good idea). She would love to go there herself, but it's in an area of the castle thats exposed to the cold of the outdoors.

The Two of them make a fairly decent team and Lisa finds herself having a LOT more fun hunting with someone else than she does on her own. They balance each other out pretty well; Robbie works primarily with guns so he can watch Lisas back while she's up close wrecking any grunts they run into. It's also pretty helpful having someone who can turn into a swarm of flies for puzzle solving purposes.

After all this Robbies trust for her increases SIGNIFICANTLY. He's still not really sure about her, but she's moved out of the 'active threat' classification into the 'kinda helpful' zone.

Lisa's plan has three ways it could go:

They all fail miserably and get sent to mental and physical time out in the megamycite.

They win and get to go free but either the medicine isn't there or it doesen't work. In which case she's just planning on getting as many coats as possible and Try-or-Die-ing it.

The medicine is there and she actually gets to roam free

Luckily for her, the medicine IS there, it DOES work, and Robbies sense of honor / noticing her usefulness (its hard to wage a one man war on an entire community of mutants ok you cant blame him for appreciating having some ACTUAL HELP for once) all align for the best possible scenario.

The cold does still affect her; her healing isn't as quick as it usually is and her increased strength / speed is a bit reduced, but she can go!! outside!!

She decided to stick with Robbie in getting out of the village as a whole. She doesen't really know what the world outside is like but anything has to be better than here (plus if she stays here she's probably getting shoved into the Megamycite by Mother Miranda PERMENANTLY and that just. wont do).

Also yes Lisa being with Robbie for the rest of his adventures means that she is there for Heisenbergs 'proposal'. She uh. Does not like that much.

this all made. more sense in my head I hope it at least makes a little sense out loud.

[draculagerard]

I can’t keep this in any longer. I will never see Naruto as bisexual. Men can be bisexual but NOT that man. Not after all the times I’ve seen him say “I’m not really interested in women” on my screen

[leviathans-watching]

good morning <3

[shallowseeker]

Hey hey PSA I don't answer asks about fanfic, or what you see in fanfic per se. (I haven't even read The Greats in this fandom; I've only been here a coupla years!)

I'm happy to talk about specific things that fandom plays with on occasion and how I think they might relate to canon (often, canon can be braided to mean all of the things and all of the emotional states), but at the heart of things, I wholeheartedly believe fanfic is to EXPLORE things and have a good fuckin' time.

It's taking that what-if, or that moment of psychological fragility and putting it in the great big blender to see how you can stress it more, or even to heal it!

Like, really... fanfic isn't about meta, it's about answering important what-if questions like, "What if Sam got his period and then drank it because he hallucinated it was demon blood?" etc etc