Writing With Moosie

Hello! I'm Moosie. Here I will be posting some of my stories, headcanons about my characters, information about my characters, etc.

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MOVING BLOGS

I have a new headcanon blog –> nmcanons

There’s a lot of outdated stuff on this blog so I reblogged relevant stuff to my new blog. I’ll be posting all my OC stuff there now!

[themoosesharkwriting-blog]

MOVING BLOGS

I have a new headcanon blog –> nmcanons

There’s a lot of outdated stuff on this blog so I reblogged relevant stuff to my new blog. I’ll be posting all my OC stuff there now!

[themoosesharkwriting-blog]

MOVING BLOGS

I have a new headcanon blog --> nmcanons

There’s a lot of outdated stuff on this blog so I reblogged relevant stuff to my new blog. I’ll be posting all my OC stuff there now!

[tag-your-oc]

Tag your OC that was on a first name basis with their principal in high school because they got in so much trouble.

You know the one.

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It feels good / Oh, to be alone with you [x]

The late autumn air was cold enough that Owen could see the curling cloud of his breath lingering in front of his face before it dissipated into the chill. Splotches of soft, pale pink were rising in his cheeks as the cold brushed against his skin, making his face slightly numb. He wore a navy long-sleeve shirt underneath a heavy, olive-colored, wool sweater that smelled faintly of Misha’s deodorant. Thick, black leggings showed through the fraying rips in Owen’s jeans.

He sat on the balcony of their cabin, his legs dangling over the edge through the gaps in the railing as he looked out on the expanse of trees that surrounded him. Birds hopped across the branches, twittering sharply to each other as dawn turned into early morning. Scatters of the sunrise shined above the distant, snow-tipped mountains, until the heavy overcast swallowed the light whole. The scent of pine mixed with the indistinct aroma of soft dirt, morning cold, and the earth after a long rain filled Owen’s lungs, leaving him with a serene feeling that only the isolation of nature could give him.

The only thing that could be better than this is if Misha was sitting with him and they could enjoy the scenery together.

As if he’d read Owen’s mind, Misha walked out onto the balcony a few minutes later, his heavy boots thumping against the wood deck. Without a word, he handed Owen a muted blue mug filled with tea and took a seat beside him. The heat of the ceramic was warm against Owen’s bare fingertips. He lifted the mug to his lips and the steam kissed his cheeks, overpowering the cold.

Misha sat crisscross with his knees pressed against the railing and his thigh brushing against Owen’s leg. At the gentle contact, Owen’s entire world shifted from the vast sea of green needles to Misha. Misha’s skin was painted with constellations of freckles and underneath his black crewneck he was painted with tattoos. His soft, unruly curls fell into his face, the brown waves stark against the pale of his skin. Small, white scars decorated his knuckles and his knees, cutting through the constellations.

But there was more to Misha than scars, and freckles, and curls. Behind the deep brown of his eyes was warmth and laughter that made Owen melt every time Misha’s gaze passed over him. His bright smile was recklessness and bravery that got them into trouble more times than Owen could count. There was unresolved anger and defensiveness in his fists but unconditional love and gentleness in his fingers. He could speak loud enough for both of them but he would whisper Owen’s name like it was a secret.

Owen could spend hours looking at Misha, watching the way he moved, listening to him talk. Yet, no matter how many words he used, he would never be able to truly describe him. And he would never be able to tell Misha how beautiful he was or how much he loved him. Frustration bubbled up inside him whenever he tried to express his feelings because the right words were never available.

Wanting to express at least a fraction of how he felt, Owen quietly said, “I love you.”

He watched Misha carefully. For a moment, his dark brown eyes widened in surprise and his eyebrows disappeared beneath his curls the way they always did when Owen said I love you first. And then his expression softened, bliss spreading into his smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly.

“I love you too,” Misha said, leaning over to kiss Owen’s cheek, his lips warm on Owen’s cold skin.

Owen pulled his legs out from between the railings and turned on his side, resting his cheek on Misha’s thigh. Misha pulled his fingers gently through Owen’s hair, an automatic response to Owen’s affection. Closing his eyes, Owen listened to the world waking up while Misha played with his hair. Three words didn’t seem enough to express how important and incredible Misha was, but Owen couldn’t come up with anything else.

[ravens-nest-ofthings]

Now who said Aphrodite kids were the only ones who could make an orange shirt look good?

As many things are this started as normal practice. Trying something new with hair that I saw in a tutorial and then this happened. Somewhat practiced backgrounds and a bit of shading as well.

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I haven’t been checking this blog much lately and that probably won’t change anytime soon because life. I’m still pretty active on my personal tho so if you wanna message me for whatever reason you can message me there. My personal is @parkjimindotjpg :)

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we all have that friend that has no fucking idea how to whisper 

[jackwynandmoved-deactivated2017]

i want to cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle

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Misha and Owen!

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - eternally

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it took forever for them to actually get together bc Owen is in denial of his feelings but once they start dating they’re pretty much already in love

How was their first kiss? - their first kiss was just making out at a party it wasnt very romantic

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Misha! they talked about whether or not they were comfortable getting married yet for a while before Misha proposed

Who is the best man/men? - Ezra, Firuz

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Victoire, Yang

Who did the most planning? - Owen lets Misha do most of the planning but Owen’s sisters and mom probably end up helping too bc they’re so excited

Who stressed the most? - Misha acts more stressed but Owen internally stresses

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 (it could have been fancier but Owen wanted a small and modest wedding) | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - they probably debate on whether or not to invite their dads bc neither of them have great relationships with their fathers

Sex: (I’m gonna skip most of these cause they don’t really apply to them)

Who is on top? -

Who is the one to instigate things? - for just kissing it’s usually Misha but sometimes Owen surprises him

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children: (AU since they don’t have kids in canon)

How many children will they have naturally? - none

How many children will they adopt? - maybe one?

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Misha

Who is the stricter parent? - Owen but only when necessary

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - both of them

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Misha

Who is the more loved parent? - they’re both very loved for different reasons :)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - neither I don’t think they’d be interested

Who cried the most at graduation? - Misha probably

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Misha

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Misha bc Owen never really gets over his discomfort around food

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Owen

Who does the grocery shopping? - probably Misha but Owen goes with him a lot

How often do they bake desserts? - not often really

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat lover i think

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - definitely Misha and Owen is always surprised

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - I think Misha on nights where he doesn’t feel like cooking

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - probably Owen

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Owen but he really just cleans so it isn’t obvious they have a bunch of pets the moment you walk in the house

Who is really against chores? - definitely Misha though Owen rlly hates doing dishes

Who cleans up after the pets? - Owen

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Misha

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Owen does a lot

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - probably Owen

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Owen

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - they don’t really have any pets that go on walks? maybe if they foster a dog Misha does

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - they do for Christmas but not much else

What are their goals for the relationship? - they’re together because they’re the most comfortable and happy with each other so I guess their goal is to live a happy life together

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Owen but that’s just bc he messes his sleep schedule up pretty frequently

Who plays the most pranks? - Misha

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Describe Your OC

1: their voice

2: their smile

3: their greatest achievement

4: their insecurities

5: their shortcomings

6: how they deal with grief

7: how they like to dress

8: what they like to eat

9: their theme

10: their fashion sense

11: their family life

12: their romantic life

13: their embarrassing memory from years ago

14: how they react to burning their tongue on food

15: how they react to a brainfreeze

16: their dreams

17: their ambitions

18: how they sleep

19: their reaction to betrayal

20: their reaction to a mystery love letter

21: how they react to pain

22: what they're like on two hours of sleep

23: how they act when they're sick

24: what motivates them

25: why you enjoy them

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love hearts

Vaughn was half asleep when Graham suggested they do a thorough spring cleaning of their apartment. If he’d been fully conscious, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to help so readily. But Graham strategically waited until he knew Vaughn would be too sleepy to think it through and now Vaughn’s stuck rummaging through old journals and papers, looking for things to throw away.

“Do you vanna keep journals from EA?” Vaughn asks, flipping through one of Graham’s old notebooks.

“Depends on the subject,” Graham says, tossing an old calendar into the trash.

Vaughn’s about to ask which subjects Graham cares about when something in the journal catches his eye. He flips back, looking for the page. In black pen the page he glimpsed is decorated with hearts. Some are drawn big enough to fit two sets of initials – initials that are definitely supposed to be Vaughn’s and Graham’s. In the spaces between the doodles, a name is written over and over.

“Graham Belyakov,” Vaughn reads aloud, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. With a startled expression, Graham’s gaze darts to Vaughn.

“Oh my God,” he says, his entire face turning the same shade as his hair as realization hits. He makes a grab for the notebook, mortified that Vaughn even saw it in the first place.

“That’s so gay, Graham,” Vaughn says, stifling a laugh as he holds the notebook out of Graham’s reach.

“I was sixteen,” Graham says defensively. He tries again to snatch the journal away but Vaughn scoots back, evading his reach. Graham pulls Vaughn towards him and Vaughn leans back against the floor, still trying to keep the journal from him.

“This is middle school girl type shit,” Vaughn says with a fond smile. “It’s adorable.”

“Vaughn, give it,” Graham whines, now straddling Vaughn’s waist.

“You’re so cute,” Vaughn says, looking at the page one more time before Graham grabs the notebook and tosses it towards the trash. Still lying on the floor, Vaughn reaches up and taps Graham’s nose with his forefinger. “Graham Belyakov,” he says again. “Adorable.”

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Graham curses quite a bit but he sometimes substitutes cursing with phrases like “by Jove,” “heavens to Betsy,” or “son of a gun.” There’s not really a reason why he’ll substitute cursing with phrases like those, it’s just part of his vocabulary.

[alwayskaysanova]

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Writer’s preference

[escanons]

Me, You and a Desert Wasteland pt. 1

Post apocalypse au? post apocalypse au.

Keep reading

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owen + his father

Owen doesn’t have even a remotely good relationship with his father. Jonah misgenders him, uses his birth name, and emotionally abuses him. Owen always takes it in silence because he learned from a young age that he’s supposed to respect his elders, especially his male elders. The abuse still impacts Owen and he ends up really despising his father. Despite this, he’s still respectful. He says “yes sir,” never talks back, and does the things his dad asks him to do. 

The emotional abuse definitely contributes to Owen’s body dysmorphia and dysphoria. If he didn’t have his dad constantly verbally abusing him during the summers, Owen may have recovered more quickly.

Because Owen can’t bring himself to disrespect his father, he redirects his anger by doing things he knows his dad won’t like. That’s the biggest reason for his teenage rebellion.

Once Owen graduates Hogwarts, he loses most contact with his dad. After his parents get divorced, Owen stops talking to his dad completely.

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parker + selflessness

Parker almost always puts his friends before himself. He focuses on their needs and problems and he’s their for them unconditionally. While this can be really great sometimes, especially for his friends, Parker ends up ignoring his own problems. He could be having an awful day but he’ll pretend he’s fine for the sake of making everyone else happy.

His empathy can hurt him too. He doesn’t just feel the positive feelings people are feeling, he feels the negative ones. So, he ends up making his friends feel better but takes on all the negativity that they were dealing with. And then he bottles it up and pretends everything is fine.

There’s always a point where keeping all the bad feelings bottled up hurts him. He’ll have moments where he’s frustrated for no apparent reason or moments where he’ll just break down out of nowhere. During these moments he tends to think his friends don’t care about him as much as he cares about them. It’s not their fault because Parker never really tells anyone when he’s feeling horrible so they wouldn’t know he needed them anyway. Elenore is usually the first person to notice when he’s having a bad day and always listens to him and tries to make things better.