aggressivemoose

HEY MAKE WRITING REQUESTS FOR CERTAIN FANDOMS AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN DO 'EM -Undertale (Sans is 20 points, y'all ruthless) -Hetalia -Black Butler -Homestuck -D. Gray Man -Creepypasta -Blue Exorcist -Fairy Tail -Fruits Basket -Mystic Messenger -Osomatsu san -Overwatch -OHSHC I also do OC's x (character) but I'm going to need a pretty detailed BIO on the character (appearance, personality, y'know) I'll do smut but that'll be on my tumblr which can be found right here https://moosewrites.tumblr.com/ I won't write for super large age gaps and I definitely won't write for child characters unless it's a sibling or friend type relationship Knock

(A/N: I wrote this at like 1AM. I've been trying to fight my way through writer's block, please forgive me. Apologies if anyone is OOC, I haven't actually watched Hetalia for a while.) animesparkleluv96 (https://www.deviantart.com/animesparkleluv96)    ~~~        The curtains in the small room were drawn open, allowing moonlight to drift in. The occasional fleck of dust was visible. No sounds could be heard, except for the breathing of the two figures in the room. One awake, and sat up on a bed, and one still in a slumber, resting next to the other.        Tired (E/C) eyes gazed out the window, watching the snow gracefully dance down to the ground below. Admiring the gentle breeze

She buried her face into his chest. Her trembling form was being held in his arms. She gave a yelp whenever she heard the clapping of thunder outside of the HQ. The lightning lighting up the room every few seconds that it happened. The two of them were underneath the thin blankets, pressed tightly together. He whispered comforting words to her as he ran a hand through her (h/l) (h/c) hair, while his other hand moved in soothing circles on her lower back. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, getting just a bit tighter whenever she was startled by the thunder. They had been sitting there for what seemed like hours. The storm had finally moved o

(A/N: Whoop. Apologies if anyone is OOC. Idk how to write for Grillby this is a first attempt.) Catarinaxfnaf (https://www.deviantart.com/catarinaxfnaf)    ~~~        The diner was considerably quiet, very few monsters were inside. Less than usual.        Grillby stood behind the counter, cleaning a cup that could be used if anyone else decided that they wanted a drink.        The flame being looked over to the clock that was slowly ticking away on the wall. It was around the time that a usual guest would arrive, and Grillby would have to contain the bits of excitement he felt. Yes, it was true. He had grown some sort of...        Love.        For this certain monster.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing OC belongs to deerspawn (https://www.deviantart.com/deerspawn) Requested by deerspawn (https://www.deviantart.com/deerspawn) (A/N: Hey. I tried. Ily.)    ~~~        It had been a very long day for you. You had been doing things nonstop for the past few days, and just wanted to rest for once. You brought a hand up to cover your mouth as you yawned. Your struggled to keep your (E/C) eyes open as you adventured back home. You didn't have access to a car/didn't have a car. You were going to take the bus, but someone had stolen your bus money earlier. A sigh escaped your lips and you frowned as you walked. You slouched over slightly as your lazy steps carried you closer to your home. You

(Alright so this was written because of some sad headcanons that were made up in a groupchat I'm in and I'm emotional and this was a little bit rushed but it hurt me too much to continue writing anything further)    She wasn’t sure why she bothered to keep it.    This absolutely stupid teddybear that just so happened to hold the Overwatch symbol upon its body. Amélie, or better known as Widowmaker now, wasn’t even sure why she had it. She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she felt a strange connection to the damned thing, being outright protective of it. As if it were a glass item that would break if out of h

(A/N: we here again pals. Another Sans fanfic for y'all. Enjoy the blue dude. Apologies for any OOCness.) (THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY STASH FOR LIKE A YEAR OH MY GOSH) Reader: she/her pronouns    ~~~        Waking up in the morning was hard enough.        Waking up with a huge headache was less than desirable.        She groaned loudly, wincing at the sunlight that found a home in her room.        But wait.        This isn't...        "What?!"        Panicking and shooting straight out of bed, was also less than desirable.    ~~~        She remembered falling asleep in her room, not her skeleton friend's room.        Sh