#moxi wheels

[spidey-bie]

Hi hi hi! I do have extra development on Moxie. That little possibly 1k message? The basic fucking surface to be scratched. I have not been normal about Moxie since the second movie came out. I'm telling you, I probably would be hyperfixating on spider-verse harder right now if Moxie wasn't just so goddamn intriguing and scratching the right parts of brain rn. Absolutely fucking enamoured, with Moxie rn. Loosing my absolute shit and full neck deep into writing Moxie at this point in time. My favorite part of them is honestly the writing challenge.

My typical writing style for doing most stories is this almost grim-dark realism, and yeah that has it's place and it's weight and it's a good vehicle for world building and everything to use real world examples as a jumping off point into getting into something more fluid and concrete, but sometimes you need a story that breaks all of your own rules so that you can focus solely on being creative, and that's what Moxie is for me.

Moxie's ideas came from slapstick black and white cartoons of the 1930s and later. This almost fluidity of motion itself and the expression of emotion without words itself. Originally, they were going to be about a world of black and beige, the only colour being organics (people, animals, flowers, organic matter) but because of how concrete their city and world is, there is no colour. Cities and companies paint exclusively in black with beige light to illuminate. It was going to be a message about anger, (hence Moxie's name) about punkness in the most concrete definition of the word (not the musical scene, about the movement of punk) and what happens to that frog when you slowly boil them. My typical writing style, and it was a really interesting concept that I will be frogging (recycling ideas for something else) but it was hard as hell to write and emotionally taxing to think about how we're fucking up and all that. Moxie was always meant to be the brightest, most colourful thing in the room because they started and lead the rebellion against climate change.

Moxie's story is about how care can be an act of rebellion. The rules of life is that you have to be cold and jaded, that the world is cruel but Moxie sees the world differently. They see the world in the eyes of someone who didn't get to experience childhood wonder rediscovering it long into "adulthood" where they're supposed to be this serious and callused and good at shit but they aren't. You're supposed to be interested in all these things, but Moxie's just interested in painting these bluejays. Moxie's only love is wonder. I love them so much for it. It sounds so simple when I put it like that, but how the fuck do you write a world for a character to belong in when they're so different from it, not only visually being that the setting Moxie takes place in is dark, cold, wet and dreary with not alot of money with Moxie's contrast being so bright and colourful; It's how the fuck do you explain to people how this isn't just cold and wet? It's a world rooted in perspective. That bat that you just put away into a container didn't really disappear into a void, but because it looked like it did, suddenly it can and items can mary poppins themselves out of even the weirdest of places if you try hard enough. It's a cartoon in written form, with emotional forefront being so integral to bringing everything together. Anger, is a crucial theme, with many of their "villains" being people who take different ideas of how anger can be worked through and how it challenges people. It's a narrative that says there's too many different perspectives out there to have villains.

Yes, I love Moxie very much, and I'm so fucking glad that spider-verse exists and with the amazing creative minds that it did, because let me fucking tell you, This is changing my entire view of being a writer and storyteller just by writing this little dickens. I have not shut up at all about them to anyone who will hear me speak, I am FOAMING at the mouth.

Writing Moxie has also given me a new perspective on comic hobie, and how many more flaws he has and ways he could've been fleshed out that they just fucking didn't that I could also talk about. There's also the thing about the edge of spider-geddon that has it's own issues I feel need to be addressed on a larger scale but, not time not place.

I refuse to be normal about this little shit at any point. XD  

I'm physically vibrating with this ask.

I love how we're playing with the mediums here. Like that's so interesting of a concept.

No but I have a similar issue because my writing always seems to veer in a more dark and tragic type of writing too. (I tried to make it more positive but after reading this ask I started brainstorming and it got like 70 shades darker 😔.)

Okay but the layers. The way they just burst through and defy everything that's considered the "normal". They exist outside the gender binary area, they refuse to let the world make them bitter, and they literally exist outside the norm of the world regarding its medium. I ju- UGHHHHHHHH DESPITE IT ALL THEY CHOOSE TO BE CARING. (Literally holding back tears at this point ngl)

That bat that you just put away into a container didn't really disappear into a void, but because it looked like it did, suddenly it can and items can mary poppins themselves out of even the weirdest of places if you try hard enough.

OKAY BUT THAT'S SO COOL OF AN IDEA. I don't know if you meant in a literal way or a metaphorical sense or both. But either way that's ju- ASDFGSJXJDJDKKD.

Nonononono continue with that rant in that last paragraph about how they could've expanded on Hobie's character. <-Person who hasn't read the comics.

BUT FR LIKE KEEP FILLING ME IN ON MOXIE.

#i hope you know im sitting here in my car looking crazy because i keep screaming and hitting my steering wheel 😭 #if i could just send you a voice recording of all the things i yelled #like OMG i didn't even type half of the things that i said #IM SO EXCITED #i too am foaming at the mouth #literally can't be normal about them #Moxie #spidersona #spiderman oc #jay webs words #my fuzzy friends [🕷️]

[moxie-girl]

goin' for a walk!

#theyre going to meet up with crunchy chip + the creamwolves for a puppy playdate! #the grip this man has on me i stg #rotating him 360 degrees around in my brain #cycling through hyperfixations like a roulette wheel rn #red velvet cookie #red velvet #red velvet crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run red velvet #chiffon #crk chiffon #cookie run chiffon #cake hound #crk fanart #cookie run fanart #moxie draws

[masonshaws]

well. on the bright side i like our deadline acquisitions

#klinger has poise. sundqvist has moxie. mojo has FUCKING WHEELS. #wild lb

[bone-paste]

finally getting the chance to upgrade my skates after having the same $100 pair for like four years ToT I’m attached to them but they are falling apart on me and I wanna start park skating without breaking my ankles

#ive already changed the wheels and stops on these but the boot is actually starting to like peel off from the base LMAO #might be getting moxi lolly's if my budget allows we are yet to see 🙏 #still gotta wait like two weeks but im hopeful?? #ive been skating for a long time but I've been amping it up recently so idk might be worth the investment. #a treat for me if you will

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

DISOWNED!VERSE YOU SAY 👀

Dick waited until you were upstairs, listening intently to the sounds of kids and dogs being settled down for the night again. Taking a second to glance around.

A small bench with shoes around it. Coats and jackets on a coat rack. Helmets and knee pads in a basket next to the bench. It wasn't a pricy house. And it was old. But clean. And well-maintained. Some dog smell. Some kid smell. But it wasn't unpleasant. Just lived in. Homey.

Jason jerked his head toward the kitchen when he heard you open a door, telling Moxie to stay with Lee and tucking them both in. Making sure that he was still asleep. And he smiled a little- That boy could sleep through an earthquake. Unless breakfast was involved. As soon as Bacon hit a skillet he was downstairs and hell on wheels. The one he was worried about was Kylie. But hopefully, if you put Pepper in with her that little demon dog would put her back to sleep.

In the kitchen he took the keys to the shed from their hiding spot taped to the bottom of a drawer and exhaled slowly. He didn't WANT to look back. But if Dick was here, he'd asked everyone else. Because they always asked everyone else first.

"How old are the kids? I mean you've only been gone for-"

"They're her niece and nephew," Jason explained, shouldering the backdoor open. "She adopted them."

"Are you gonna-"

"How long has Bruce been gone this time?" Jason asked, deflecting. No prying. Jason was disowned and no one had reached out since- save for Alfred. And even then, Jason had been reluctant to share much. Not wanting to give Bruce anything to exploit.

"A few weeks," Dick answered following.

"And did anyone think to call any of the people he's fucking?"

"Talia hung up on us and Selina left me on read."

"What about-"

"Either off-world or not dealing with men right now."

"Good to know he's still a whore."

"He's old not dead," Dick snorted.

Jason lead Dick across the grass and unlocked the shed, exhaling internally. This was the compromise. He could keep this in the shed under lock and key. Away from the kids. And he understood. They'd been through enough. And now- well. Thinking about having a toddler running around it made even more sense. You had a point. You always had a point.

He flipped the lights on and Dick whistled, "Now this is the Unabomber setup I expected"

""I got wifi. I got electricity. I got guns. As long as Babs can let me into the mainframe I can know everything you all know." Jason ignored the dig. Or tried to. Arguing with Dick wouldn't get him out of here. And he wanted him to go. The sooner the better. Because he wanted to go Boris out of his spot and go to bed. Not because he was tired, not really. But because none of this felt real. And he wanted to Bury his face in the back of your neck and hold you until it felt normal.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #reader insert #minors dni #ask answered #disowned!verse

[dimepdf]

can i request sub!steve and he has had the biggest crush on reader and he’s completely head over heels for her and he gets rlly shy and stuttery every time he tries to talk to reader? could reader also be fem!reader pls? love ur writing!

NEVER IN YOUR SUN. + STEVE HARRINGTON

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? summary. Steve Harrington made you a music tape. He felt as if he was dying, or at the very least on the verge of dying, his heart pounding against his chest. He paced around his house, a piece of paper twiddling between his fingers on which he had written your phone number. author's note. This is me pleading with someone to give me shows/movies with small fandoms like the society, the 100, my babysitters a vampire, and moxie so that I can help the under appreciated characters in need. everyone thank @hprefect for proofreading!

[ ❥ ] pairing. steve harrington x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 2.9k

[ ❥ ] genre. fluff

[ ❥ ] warnings. fem reader, not show canon, slut steve, one sided pining, friends to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, misunderstanding, himbo steve, simping, good 80s music, king steve

Steve Harrington hated driving around in his dad's car.

Although it was majorly convenient–considering the number of times he would creep down the steps of his home and snatch the keys from the hook before slipping out of the front door, just to meet up with his usual group of friends that spent all night partying and drinking–it didn't take away the stress of actually being behind the wheel, swerving down the dark Hawkins roads, intoxicated.

Getting your license when you were of age was a necessity in the small town, not having to bike around to places or take the school bus with everyone else was like the entrance to the unwritten passageway of being at-all relevant at Hawkins High School.

Steve didn't really understand the whole “rules” thing, but he wasn't one to stick a toe out of place seeing what the “less fortunate” students in school had to deal with in terms of not being “cool enough”.

Steve was cozy and comfortable with his statue at the top and wanted the status quo to stay as such all the way until he graduated.

He had gotten used to it so far, being popular for most of his life. Since there weren't any new people in the rural town in Indiana, everyone just sort of grew into their respective places of cliches.

Despite his forward image of being "King Steve", he was still a teenage boy who didn’t understand the hearts and minds of women his age.

As the last class bell rang, signaling everyone to go home, it was normal for teens to linger outside of the school–waiting for buses, their parents or chatting with friends.

Steve was doing the latter, leaning his butt on the back of his father's car as Tommy had his own parked next to him, standing between Carol's thighs as she sat perched on the trunk of his hood.

Steve didn't find the conversation that they were having very interesting, mostly because the couple made him feel like a third wheel by redirecting whatever he would respond with to whispering something sexual to each other.

The main reason behind the problem was Tommy didn't know how to whisper correctly, as his lewd comments made Steve cringe more word by word, curling into himself as his arms crossed, pretending like he wasn’t hearing his friends talk about having rough car sex in earshot of him.

Steve didn't want to come off as sour, nervous to tell the two to knock it off because his weekly girlfriend had recently ghosted him–just because he had moaned another girl's name during sex.

He thought it was a totally normal and very common mistake. Steve rolled his eyes, noticing Tommy shoving his tongue down Carol's throat and grasping at her thighs as he pushed against her.

He knew that he couldn't get angry about it, not bothering to hide his own displays of affection to other women in public that he had been dating, but it didn't make it less awkward being someone on the outside looking in.

Then there was you, standing just at the corner of his eye, wrestling to get your bike out of the stand, with your messenger bag strap hoisted around your shoulder.

Fumbling with the lock on your bike, you seemed to have forgotten the password.

For some reason, this mesmerized Steve. You were always the one girl in his entire grade to catch his eye.

Maybe it was because of how your brown skin seemed to glow as you sat at your desk in the only class you two shared, your chin always resting on your palm as you slouched against the desk.

Maybe it was because you two used to be best friends before Steve gained his "King'' status as a freshman in high school. Or because you cursed at him and sneered at Coral for accidentally bumping into you in the lunch line, the mess from her lunch tray colliding with the book cover you held in your hands.

Steve had noticed it was the same book that you liked to hide your nose in between the pages of, your glare pointed at him the second she had collided with you.

 You hadn't taken too kindly to the exchange.

Thinking it was just another one of Harrington's shitty jokes, whenever you caught him having fallen trance to your looks, you would return his hopelessly romantic look with an almost deadly glare.

Ignoring the fact that he was weirdly attracted to you, simply wanting to earn back your attention since you were just so beautiful in a quiet way.

Since then, Steve hasn’t seemed to make it up to you, not knowing when the relationship between you two drifted apart.

Being caught up in being someone he wasn't all the time was confusing, but the only thing that seemed to stay the same was you.

He hated how you just seemed to be the main reason he couldn't figure out women, like a puzzle missing a single piece, and only as he was reaching to finish the puzzle you had taken a sledgehammer to the table and scattered all the pieces again.

He knew the feelings he had for you were more severe than just missing the friend he once had.

You were just so hard to talk to, he thought, his eyes squinting as Jonathan Byers walked up to you, Steve watching how your eyelashes fluttered and your face curved into a bright smile to greet your friend.

God, how he wished that smile was directed towards him.

You were friends with Jonathan, he knew, watching as you made small talk by the bike rack.

Jonathan reached down to unlock your bike for you as you made some type of big gesture reaching out your arms before pulling Jonathan into an embrace.

“Dude, Steve, did you hear me? We’re gonna head out,” Tommy interrupted, snapping his fingers in front of his face, Steve flinched away, pushing Tommy’s arms as he rolled his shoulders back.

“Alright, alright I got it, see you guys later,” Steve grumbled, mentally deciding that staring at you the entire time was getting a little weird as he hopped into the driver's side of the car.

Just as he was about to pull out of his parking lot his foot slammed against the brake, his head peeking out the car window after hearing a thud.

"What the fucking fuck Harrington," your voice startled him out of his car, leaving the door open as he ran to your aid.

Seeing your bike practically under his tire, the handlebars bent at an ugly angle, no doubt broken, he was at least happy that you weren't the one under the tire.

Your eyes are big, almost like a deer caught in headlights before switching to your usual glare at Steve.

The boy almost freezes as you look up at him, his mouth opening to apologize or at least say something that would save him from your sharp tongue.

"Hello, Earth to Steve. You ruined my bike." He'd just realized how long he'd been staring at your face, which had turned a flushed pink as his hands stretched at his side.

 "Uh, yeah I—I’m, I'm so sorry." Steve stuttered out. 

You moaned, hunching down to your knees and burying your face in your hands. "Fucking hell, Steve," your groan was muffled in a whine as Steve paced behind his car, mind racing with ways to not screw up any more than he already had.

"Okay wait, I'm gonna back up and–yeah." Not finishing his sentence as he sprints towards the front of the car, pulling just a bit forward and bouncing off of the metal of the bike. It was still usable, as you yanked your bike from the ground, climbing over the seat, wanting to do nothing else but get home.

"Steve," you shout. Looking at you from his rearview mirror, gripping his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel, he bowed his head for just a moment. 

"Y—yeah, yes?" Steve’s brain was fumbling as he swore he could feel smoke coming out of his ears from the thoughts firing in front of your presence.

Who would’ve thought that you could be the only woman to make King Harrington so nervous? Just now realizing how loud his radio was, he reached to dial down the volume enough to hear you.

"What song is this?" you asked, pushing yourself closer to the car window as Steve was caught a little off guard by the sudden question, being the only actual conversation you had given him the chance to have in years. 

Wearing taffeta and lace

That matched her braided hair

With their coraled beads that sang to me

The lyrics in the background hummed, as Steve refused to make eye contact with you, standing so close to him, glancing at his lap as his words were once again caught in his throat.

Not wanting to slip out the fact that when he first heard the song, he instantly thought about you and had not stopped listening to it since, caught in an unbearable loop.

His hand accidentally hit his own horn as a car behind him had honked.

Upon reminding Steve that he was in fact sitting parked in the middle of the exit way, hearing you giggle at the interaction only added onto to his flushed state, finding yourself noticing how adorable it was to see Steve so nervous for no reason.

"Alright, I’ll spare you just this once, Harrington. Just promise me you’ll tell me later, okay?" he heard you say, watching you pedal away ahead of him. 

Reaching the exit of the parking lot, grinning as you waved your hand, still looking ahead, Steve wanted so badly for the conversation to continue.

Smacking his fist against the wheel, flinching as he honked his horn once again, swearing under his breath, he accelerated forward, dialing up his music as he tried to process what the hell just happened.

Your last words to him, already circling his thoughts. "Just promise to tell me later?" meaning that you wanted to talk to him again? 

You were truly going to be the fucking death of him. Steve couldn't count the number of times he had found himself glancing in your direction, only to find you already staring at him. 

The first time he'd caught you was when his eyes trailed up your thigh.

His bottom lip got caught between his teeth, just as he glazed up to your torso.

His blood ran cold as he met your gaze, his hand wiping any traces of drool from his mouth as he nervously chuckled. 

Trying to point at the window trying to come up with the excuse that he was “just staring out the window” and “totally not checking you out”, you mouthed something to him, almost as if you were begging him to watch your lips. 

Your mouth curled with every syllable, finishing whatever you were saying with a grin and your eyebrows raised. That's when Steve watched you attempt to repeat the string of sentences.

This time he was actually paying attention before he realized what you were saying to him.

“My eyes are up here Steve.”

I looked up at her and smiled

And said, why I don't know

But would she agree, to stay with me

As the bell rings, you pack up everything into your binder hurrying for the next class period.

You’re both surprised to see Steve standing beside you, his hand clutching the strap of his book bag as he gives you a nervous closed-mouth grin.

“Well good evening Harrington, come to get a closer look at my thighs?” Steve’s brows furrowing in confusion he didn't understand why you would switch from addressing him to his first name one second only to call him by his last a second later.

Maybe you were still pissed at him, he thought. You giggled watching the familiar pink tint flush across his face. “Oh the song!” you suddenly smiled, your eyes beaming brightly up at him in a way that made Steve’s knees buckle, his mouth opening before he could close it again, wincing at himself before covering it up with another nervous chuckle. So much for King Steve.

"Yeah! yeah , the–the song, uh, it's…Never in Your Sun by Stevie Wonder, I uh, recently just started listening to it and it just sort of…stuck." Steve was trying hard not to stammer his words, but it was so damn hard to act normal when you were looking at him like that, like you and him were the only two people in the classroom.

“Stevie Wonder huh, okay white boy I see you.” you smile, playfully punching his shoulder as you gestured for him to follow you to your next class. “Oh wait, awe man, I'm totally gonna forget if I don't write this down.” Steve watched you shuffle your arm around in your messenger bag before pulling out a black ink pen, scribbling the song name onto the back of your hand and then without any protest taking Steve’s hand in yours, inking your number onto the back of his with big bold black ink.

“Can't believe we’ve known each other for so long and you’ve never called me once in your life, Harrington.” there you go calling him Harrington again with that look on your face, it was like you were toying with his head, knowing that teasing him would cause him to short circuit–almost like you got a rise out of it. “I say–for putting me through so much emotional stress–you owe my own music tape.”

The request left Steve a bit stunned as his foot dragged against the floor stumbling over his feet catching himself on your shoulder as you suddenly paused, “Only of songs that you’d think I'd like though, I'm putting trust in your music taste right now white boy,” you waved him off, parting to walk to your next class leaving Steve tongue-tied as he cringed, realizing how little he responded to you.

It took Steve only a day, a whole fucking day, to try to fix every single song he could fit on the tape.

He raised it above his head, almost like it was a nobel prize, “for [childhood nickname]” it read. The case was just plain clear plastic, no funny designs but the bold scribble of font on the front.

When you found it in your locker the next morning, you were less concerned on the speed with which it was created, moreso on how the hell Steve had managed to get into your locker.

Even more, that he probably bribed someone to give him your locker combo.

But it was passed aside the moment you stepped inside your bedroom, fishing for the clear case and tossing your bag on the floor, flopping on your mattress and pressing play on the cassette player.

Not bothering to hide your excitement, as the first song played through your headphones, your feet kicked up and you neglected to brush the knot of curls from your forehead as you pushed the front of your face into your duvet to muffle a yelp.

Not quite believing yet that Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins, had made you a music tape.

“for [childhood nickname]”

Never in Your Sun — Stevie Wonder

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic — The Police

Just Like Heaven — The Cure

Everywhere — Fleetwood Mac

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes — Paul Simon

Maneater — Hall & Oates

Steve felt like he was dying–or at least felt close to it–his heart hammering against his chest as his fingers curled around the phone line connected to his wall.

Listening to the dial tone managed to get his heart racing as he bit his lip, his mind raking over every possibility that could have been your reaction to the tape. 

Just the mere thought of you managed to cloud all of his thoughts for the entire day, from the plush of your thighs as you sat down in a chair, to the way your plump lips formed every word. 

He wanted to hear from you the instant he had gotten home, but alas, under all of that expensive hairspray, Steve Joseph Harrington, was actually a huge fucking softie.

Procrastinating the time for as long as he could, he had paced around his home with the piece of paper he had written your number on twiddling between his fingers.

“Harrington?” was the first thing that came from his phone, already feeling himself get breathless as he exhaled away from the phone. “I never expected you to be such a musical softie. I really like it.”

“Really? like …really?” Steve freezes, not expecting you to praise him this much. It was actually starting to become a little overwhelming in his mind.

“Yes, really Steve, thank you so much.” Hearing your laugh helped any ounce of insecurity clear from his mind as he couldn't help but to copy the breathy chuckle.

“Well, I mean I'm like, happy you like them so much,” he smirked, his smile so large on his face that it was starting to strain the muscles in his mouth, half convinced the look would be stuck there forever.

The effect you had on him should have been considered illegal. “So.. Do I need to worry about lyrics and song titles, or is it only a vibe thing?”

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[jeridandridge]

Enjoy the silence

reader and Melissa go to a Depeche Mode concert and feelings are shared.

I have song fic ideas for days. And others lol. Def not edited. I apologize for any mishaps.

When you walk into the teachers lounge on Friday morning you’re practically buzzing. Well, not as much as Janine but you don’t think that’s physically possible for you at this hour no matter what was going on.

“Dang, Y/N, you look hot!” Jacob whistles from the far table. You and Melissa were going to a concert that night and you decided to wear the tightest, blackest jeans you own since you both were going right from school to downtown.

You playfully roll your eyes and do a little twirl showing of your tight pants and loose, white button up for the day.

Barbara and Janine giggle, but the red head at the table looks at you in awe. You’d caught her many times before over the past two years looking at you that way, but you never said anything. There’s no way a woman like her could be romantically interested in someone like you.

“You okay there, Schemmenti?” You tease as you set your purse and mug down at the table you share with her and Barb.

“Yeah, I’m good, you look good, hon.” She snaps out of it. You chuckle and go on with the usual morning banter before the kids arrive, feeling warm and fuzzy whenever she calls you hon. She called you kid your first week at Abbott and after a simple ‘im thirty two thank you very much’ she switched it up.

“I wish I knew about the concert sooner, I would’ve tagged along!” Jacob chimes in. Gregory gives him a funny look.

“I don’t think they want a third wheel on their date, Jacob.”

Your head snaps over towards Gregory, but before you can say anything Melissa scoffs.

“It ain’t a date. She’s just the only cool one here that likes good music.”

That stung a little bit. You’d had feelings for Melissa practically ever since you transferred to Abbott, but recently it felt like Melissa was driving the point that she didn’t reciprocate those feelings.

Barb must see your face fall before you bring your coffee mug to your lips and stand up grabbing your bags.

“Well I gotta get ready for the rugrats. I’ll see you guys at lunch.” You give the table a tight smile and head to your classroom.

Once the other three clear out, Barb gives Melissa a sharp look causing the other woman to look up from her phone.

“Can you make it less obvious, Melissa?”

“What? I didn’t do anything.” She defends.

“Every time someone mentions you two as an item you get defensive and almost rude. That woman likes you and you like her. How long are you going to pretend it’s not there for everyone to see?”

Melissa huffs leaning back into her chair with a sigh. “Ya know I hate when you’re right.”

“I know you do. You two are going out for a fun time tonight, don’t ruin it by being foolish.” She says as she gets up and heads for the door. Melissa hangs back for a moment longer letting out a sigh.

She took to you right away when you started at the school. You were a young pup, but not young and naïve like Janine and Jacob. You had moxie and she respected you. That turned into movie nights, dinners, and drinks over the course of two years. Now, she found herself hopelessly in love but guarded still.

She takes Barb’s advice and knows what she’s going to do.

Later on in the day at the dismissal bell you found yourself heading to Melissa’s classroom now changed into a tight tshirt repping the band instead of your button up, luckily you had it with you because during your lunch period you spent the hour trying to get bright green paint out of the front of it.

You knock on the door frame like you usually do and stand ready with a smile.

“Let’s get outta here, Schemmenti, I have booze to drink and songs to scream.”

Melissa laughs grabbing her bag. “Am I gonna get to see drunk y/n tonight?”

“Nope. Happy buzzed, y/n? Yes.” You laugh as you two walk arm in arm out to her truck.

Downtown is busy for a Friday evening. People are going home from work, people are tailgating for a Phillies game, and others are getting ready for the concert.

“Babe, let’s go get some food first.” You suggest as you two walk from the parking structure to the bustling sidewalks. Melissa makes note of the nickname, a small smile on her lips as you make your way into a crowded bar.

“You’re taking charge today, huh?” She asks as you both weave through the crowd hand in hand.

“You knew a guy that got us the tickets, the least I can do is get the dinner and drinks.” You beam as you make it to the table tops. You’d brushed off her comment from earlier, happy to take what she could give no matter if it was just friendship or something more.

“Ya know, I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” She says leaning in so you can hear her over the noise.

You stand up a little straighter shaking your head giving her a soft smile. “I’m not worried about it, Mel.” You hum giving her a kiss on the cheek to make your point.

Throughout dinner and on your way to the arena, in your mind nothing is different but to Melissa she was about to take a big chance tonight and take Barbs advice. As you two made your way through the crowd, drinks in hand she keeps her arm around your waist as you make it up to a deck near the side of the stage- a spot people would kill for. Luckily Melissa only had to bake for a guys family party in return for the tickets.

You sip your drink and look around, chatting with the people around you as the opening band plays.

“How long have you two been together?” One of the other girls around you asks.

“This is our first official date.” Melissa yells over the noise. You look at her with a grin wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

“It took me two years and a lot of bribery to make it happen.” You joke with the stranger.

Well into the concert you’re warm from the drinks and dancing you’d been doing, a sheen of sweat covering you. Melissa grins keeping her arm wrapped around you as you move to the familiar beat.

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Painful to me

Pierce right through me

Can't you understand?

Oh, my little girl

You two hadn’t talked, but you turn wrapping your arms around her shoulder as you two continue to bop around with the rest of the crowd.

“All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm”

You tip your head back singing along, Melissa stilling you with her hands on your hips. You let out a breathless laugh when she leans in slowly capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

With your fingers buried in soft curls you pull back with a grin pulling her closer to put her in front of you, finally getting the girl.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti #wlw #Youtube #lgbtq fiction #Melissa Schemmenti imagine

[pinkandpurple360]

Concept: Blitz is hostile to Moxie because (explanation, not excuse) before he came along, him and Millie were a competent assassin duo under an assassination company, they were Millie-Billie and B. She filled that sisterly role he was missing so dearly after he ruined his relationship with Barbie and the optimistic best friend role Fizz once had. Together they worked hard enough to go freelance. Would explain her optimism for the success of this new company.

She was someone he had a lot in common with, and she was the first person who supported him and made him smile again after the accident, she was a bright light and became his best friend and even made assassination something he could find joy in and have fun in. Maybe his humour as a clown helped her not to take herself so seriously and ease up on that temper. [No romantic or sexual dynamics whatsoever please, enough of that] But, once Mox came along and she spent time trying to train him up, fell in love with Mox, he suddenly had all her attention. Whenever he and Millie would go to their favourite bar, now she’d bring along her boyfriend who was a third wheel, until one day, when the two got married, Blitz became the third wheel. And he never got over it. Honestly this happens in real life allll the time when your bestie gets a husband and it’s all changed forever.

The fact they’re newly weds might mean their dynamic as a married couple is something that is still a bit hard to adjust to.

#helluva boss #helluva boss Millie #Millie and Blitz relationship

[miravariable]

X - THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE.

Digital cut-paper drawing commission for @dragonsden of his Tiefling Bard, Moxie! (he/him)

I had a ton of fun working with the composition and colors on this one! 💙💫💜

#commission #digital art #2023

[bikebound]

1974 Honda CB550 “Moxie” by engineer @m_kubak. Mat had a lot of firsts with this project — adding knee dents, painting the bodywork, lacing wheels, pinstriping, etc. — and managed to build the bike for just under $2500. He also came to realize he prefers the 550 to his old CB750: “I’ve learned that I like the lighter bikes more. It’s incredibly nimble and fun at turns…. It might not beat an R6 in a race, but it’ll make me smile from point A to point B.” Photo: @revivalcycles / @handbuiltshow. Full story today on BikeBound.com. ⚡️Link in Bio⚡️ https://instagr.am/p/CtodScKOMvF/

#IFTTT #Instagram

[0perfectimperfections0]

What if the robot dog bitten Lou. (When he broke the portal or during the gauntlet)

Alright! I made a wheel with keywords for each of the (14) asks in my inbox. So, I'll be tackling them in the order of which the WHEEL has decided.

All hail the magic wheel.

Lucky you, Anon! Yours is the first.

I may also need to mention that I had just written down the 14th ask when I realized there were also drafts of asks that I had started on...

But I'll get to those...later. These 14 are the majority anyway.

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Of course, the dog would be the first obstacle in the house. It loomed over them, pupils dilating as it looked at each of the dolls. Nolan had skidded to a stop and just barely dodged having metal jaws clamp on his legs. Lou turned to run, shoving Tuesday out of the way before the dog could pounce on them.

Even then, something pinned Lou down to the floor. It wasn't until he turned to see the dog's head laying on the ground, holding one of Lou's legs in her mouth, that he realized she had pierced through him. He bit down on a scream, feeling hot white pain shoot through him.

This stupid, ignorant, mangy, mutt--

He clenched his fists and bit down harder on his tongue. The pressure was released just as fast when the dog realized what she had done. She was only meant to serve as a hindrance to the dolls. It was not intended for her to actually hurt them.

Bad dog, she whined, leaning over Lou as he turned onto his back. Bad, bad dog.

Lou glared up at her through watering eyes and barely spared a glance at the decently sized hole that his stuffing was escaping through. "You st--" he cut the insult short as he breathed heavily. She just got carried away. She just got carried away. She didn't mean it.

The other dolls, outside of the Uglies, hurried to finish the Gauntlet. Moxy and the others did a double take, debating if they should go on or help Lou. Mandy urged Moxy forward. "He'll be fine. Serves him right for what he tried to do to us."

They left.

Red ears and black eyes peaked around the wall. Luckybat quietly hung back from the group and stayed to make sure Lou was alright.

The blond grunted and tried getting back up on his feet. The dog whined again, ears drooping. "It's alright," he huffed through another sharp pain, "it was an accident."

No matter how hard he tried, he could never find it in him to get mad at her. It wasn't the first time he'd tried going through the Gauntlet (in vain attempts to leave this forsaken Institute) and on more than a few occasions she ended up hurting him. But they were both stuck here. They had been for at least a decade, now. That understanding was what kept him from spewing out his anger toward her.

They both got carried away sometimes with the training.

Lou felt something push under his arm. The dog was nudging it up with her nose, giving him something to lean his weight on. "Good girl," he praised quietly.

LuckyBat watched, curious. This was...a new side to Lou. He never acted this nice with the dolls. Why was he so nice with this robotic dog?

"I need your help," Lou looked at her. "Those Uglies are about to ruin everything. I need a way to stop them."

She whined again. You keep fighting and never get anywhere, Boy.

He could practically see the statement in her eyes. "I can't let them pass. It'll all be over if they do. I'm going with or without you to stop them." Lou took a small hop forward on his good leg, prepared to do just that. The back of his suit was pulled taut and he was lifted off the ground. The dog angled her head to gently ease him onto her back.

It would be a fruitless effort, she knew. But when the boy had his mind set on something, he saw it through. It was best to let him follow whatever plan he had in place and let him realize it wouldn't work out.

It humored her, really, watching him run the Gauntlet times before. Especially when he had very little knowledge on how it worked. The fumbling little doll could barely beat the clock, even without her interference.

She noticed the red bat on her way down the stairs, but made no sign that she acknowledged him. Her Good Boy wanted her help.

And no, they didn't beat the timer. They didn't stop the Uglies. The dolls still revolted against her Good Boy.

But she was there to catch him when they so ruthlessly tossed him.

She was there to carry him toward the least fatal punishment that had been thrown out there.

And she was there to gently pick his water-logged body out of the washer and to someplace safe where she could take care of him.

His plans didn't usually work out. But neither did hers. Only one of her plans ever came to fruition each time.

And that was to always be there when he needed her.

#uglydolls #lou #fanfiction #writing #short story #ask #answer #went in a different direction than i thouhht i would #hope u like it #robot dog #i call her Bella #hurt/comfort

[moxie-girl]

oh yeah?? well could a robot do this? *debates for 20 minutes abt whether or not there’s enough of an overlap that this other box also counts as a “box containing a stoplight”*

#no 1 captcha hater moxie #oOoH nOoO you don’t know which box has a bike in it? well you must be a robot!! #meanwhile me: does a motorcycle count as a bike?? does just one wheel make the whole box count?????

[patheticmenscuffle]

i was writing some gilear propaganda but he is so pathetic that there was so much and my phone died so here are the greatest hits

-last night he couldnt get to sleep so he tried to jack off last night but was too sad so he stayed up all night eating expired yogurt

-his car got repossessed by the rideshare app he works for

-the most divorced man in the realm. cucked in his first marriage by a demon from the nine hells called gortholax the insatiable who was trapped inside a ruby at the time

-passed over for guidance counsellor at his daughters school for a drug dealing werewolf named jawbone

-jawbone was objectively better at the job than gilear ever would be. and also later got with his ex-wife

-(trying to talk to a woman hes interested in) "sklonda i'll level with you: i recently found out that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew from a leak in my apartment that i have this new kind of foot fungus, and my doctor says..." "thats a nat 20 charisma?"

-gortholax the insatiable later got with sklonda also

-got hired as the lunch "lad" instead. his daughter fig set up a tip jar to try and boost his moxie but all he received was written cruelty

-somehow became vice principal

-soon fired as vice principal and demoted to "intern" on fig and her friends' spring break quest

-"gilear do you want some elven whey bread?" "ah, no id better not i cant afford it." "im giving it to you, its a gift." "i know, but if i eat it then ill remember how it tastes and i wont be able to get any of it later"

-died no less than 4 times on said quest (maybe more i cant remember)

-the first time was after having his face used as a launchpad by his stepson fabian to get advantage on an attack roll. fabian "got advantage from jumping but also got disadvantage, cause its gilear, so it cancels out"

-fabian wants to kill him. his mother (gilears girlfriend) makes gilear sleep in the garage

-the second time was upon taking ambient damage from a rain of hellfire immediately upon following his daughter to the nine hells ass moral/legal support

-the third time was after a sarcophagus he was hiding in was shot from a canon

-last time was when he clipped the tip of his penis putting on the armour of the sin of pride. he almost survived because he has no pride but then he started feeling good about how he was doing and immediately died and his body was spat out naked into the forest of the nightmare king. hes hung btw

-(unprompted) "mm, this yogurt tastes exactly like potatoes!" "gilear thats potatoes" "what?" "youre eating mashed potatoes" "ah.. another 'own goal' for gilear faeth..."

-got all jammed up in the wheel well of a van while "trying to do a little trick for himself" and let his bare foot touch the morning dew while reversing very slowly and eating an apple at the same time

anyway. gilearsweep!!

God they're really jsut throwing this poor fuck into the washing machine over there huh?

-Mod Knight

#propaganda #p: gilear faeth #i wanna start watching D20 eventually #but also holy shit his wife sounds like an actual jackass poor guy #dimension 20 spoilers #dimension 20 fantasy high spoilers

[himboblackdragon]

Notes on the novel so far

- His speech to chidi nüzi about “you’re too weak to do anything to me” and her reply are just about the same as in the drama

- Magma? he has magma instead of hellfire? Or rather his hellfire is red instead of blue? Magma seems to be coalescing into red hellfire, and his eyes turn red when he uses it

- I love this description of their power: 上古魔尊与赤地女子一战，使天地失色、昼夜颠倒，星辰时间仿似也受其干扰。

- And I also loved the description of Dongfang Qingcang! 东方青苍眯眼轻笑，他站起身来，银白色长发长及脚踝。一步踏出，火山在他脚下仿似畏惧地震颤摇晃。

- Oh so she killed him in a fair fight (and lived after) go Chidi

- Jiuyou seems to be “the nine underworlds” rather than “ninth you county”. Jiuyou is just the netherworld according to Baidu, or possibly “the numberless netherworlds”

- Jiuyou is canonically barren, guess that one proposed fic got it right

- 3 things about DFQC’s immortality: his body can’t die, he doesn’t enter the wheel of reincarnation, and his spirit won’t scatter

- Xlh talking to her master as a potted plant is so cute

- zhanshen in this book is named Moxi

- ok that was cute

#clj novel liveblog

[driedupeyeballs]

🚗& 💯 for your fankids!

Due to the fact you didn’t specify which ones I will be rambling about all of them so. Have a seat ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LOJG TO ANSWER

🚗 - “does your OC have a drivers license? Can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?”

Ok I was not expecting anyone to pick this I have like. Never thought of this??? Like I’ve never looked at my fankids and thought “hmmm. Which one of you is forklift certified?”- (Rico definitely owns a shirt that says “I’m forklift certified” but he’s not) After giving this a bit of thought I’ve come to a somewhat conclusion- I think most of my fankids can drive, Ik Zelda can’t bcuz she’s too scared to be outside in a light rain in case she somehow gets struck by lighting so there is no way in HELL she’s getting behind the wheel of a vehicle. And obviously my malleus kid can’t bcuz he’s uh. Blind- but he isn’t relevant bcuz I haven’t even drawn him yet- I’m sorry aihan 😔 Ember tho. Ember would get his license revoked for modifying a car so much that it’s no longer street legal. And I do not trust Shenzi driving bcuz she gets distracted so easily- we’d have to put her on medication 😭 but everyone else I think is good to go

💯 - “share three random facts about your OC that others may not know”

This one was interesting when it’s like. Any of them- I already answered this for Skye in my other post so I’ll limit this to my other kids tho

On the topic of ashengrotto kids tho, we all know Skye couldn’t be trusted around baby mers as a kid cuz they’d eat them. Akram sort of had the opposite issue?? He was terrified of anything that swam, especially eels. Which was pretty awkward for the first few years of his life, he was very anxious around the eel kids in their merforms and refused to go anywhere near the adult eel mers

Okay my basketball trio is something remarkable I swear- three completely different energies there. But Ember was actually briefly banned from playing real games cuz he kept using Moxie to cheat, he actually added a specific program in Moxie’s code to predict the other teams movements. He was thus banned from bringing any robots to basketball 😔 (I realize I haven’t talked abt moxie publicly- or Ember much for that matter. Moxie is a robot beetle that’s like a mini ortho, Ember built him and he just kinda hovers around him like Idia’s skull thingie)

Okay I have plenty of facts I could put here but I’m gonna opt for a mysterious little thing here; not one, but two of my fankids have indeed killed someone in their lifetime! Whether by accident or not! I will say one of them is my Malleus kid, (I rlly need to draw him he’s just the forgotten child), just cuz he has insanely powerful magic and as a kid he didn’t have great control of it. Unfortunately a random civilian found this out firsthand! The other one tho. That reveal I’ll probably save for when I drop all of her lore. Which will be soon! Cuz I plan on doing a lot more loredrops for these dudes soon!!

#ash-OCs #yipppeee!!! #twisted wonderland OC #twisted wonderland #Twst fankids #Twst OCs

[cosmo-rider]

I saw this little color wheel trend and I wanted to do it with my OCs! My favorite part of character design is choosing the colors, and I’m usually very picky with them. I think the colors of a character can tell a lot about the character’s personality and story.

For each of my OCs, I give them one main color that represents their character. It’s usually the main color in their design apart from a few exceptions. I love talking about characters and colors, so I ended up writing a little bit about each of my OCs in the color wheel (I ran out of space on Instagram, which is why this is going here.)

🔴Philia— My champion fighter has a lot of reckless, passionate energy. Her name is even one of the four words for love in Greek, and in this case means “friendship”. Such a passionate character deserved to have the primary color of red.

🟠Atticus— Atticus’s color scheme is more brown, but his palette was the closest to orange. Brown gives off feelings of stability and dependability, and this is Atticus’s exact role as Cosmo’s companion. It made sense that his color scheme gave the same sense of stability as his personality.

🟡Morganite — Morgan is a secondary character in Moxie’s story and his youngest adopted sister. Of her siblings, Morgan is the most innocent, often leaning on the side of optimism as she hasn’t yet experienced the darkness to which her older siblings have. Like the color yellow, she represents hope and comfort to those around her even in the cruelest places. However, it can just as easily represent caution.

🟢Gul — Gul is a half orc, so I won’t deny that was the biggest reason for choosing green 😅 Green isn’t a favorite color of mine, so I rarely use it in character designs. I’d say his actual character is represented more by purple. However, green is a representation of nature, and the laws of nature are a key theme in Gul’s character. If anything, his sickly green color can be seen as a defiance of nature.

🔷Moxie — Most tieflings in my stories have warm colors, but Moxie is the one exception. Even his adopted sisters all have warm color palettes, but his palette is meant to be cool. Moxie stands out from the world of red and gold he was raised in, representing how he never did quite belong in the world. When he leaves his underground home, his color palette is meant to blend in more with the surroundings of the world above ground. Blue also represents tranquility, and although he doesn’t realize it, that might be what Moxie has been searching for all along.

🔵Iousa — Iousa is a darker shade of blue than Moxie, representing more of his maturity. However, he also is meant to give off a more tranquil presence. He’s seen and expect a great deal of pain and suffering, but has refused to let it keep him down. He is a Paladin with a strong, unshakable faith, and I wanted him to give off that aura of security.

🟣Cosmo — The heroine of mystery is of course represented by purple. Purple is meant to represent mystery, power, and ambition, which perfectly describes Cosmo’s masked persona. Cosmo is meant to be a very secretive character, so I felt it would be perfect to have her cloaking herself in dark purple.

💖 Ecstasy — Finally, the playful Ecstasy is rather self explanatory. She is incredibly bubbly and carefree, but also open hearted and empathetic to the struggles of others. She greets the world with open arms, and thus tries to show those around her the joys of living to the fullest.

#fantasy #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #digital artist on tumblr #digital artist #color wheel challenge #color wheel meme #fantasy OCs #original characters #dnd ocs