Moxy Makes Things

Hey guys! I am the self-proclaimed fabulous Moxy and this is the blog I post my stories and art on! If you want to get to know me a little better(and are okay with a bunch of reblogs...), go to my main blog at thunderheart534.tumblr.com. If you want to see some crappy art other than my stories or random things I post here, go to my colab blog at wesuckatart.tumblr.com. If you're wondering why my asks are turned off, it's because I have an ask blog! It's at moxyanswers.tumblr.com. Enjoy my fandomtrash-filled blog! (p.s. Zres, if you're here, HI!)

[moxycreates]

I’ll be honest, I totally forgot about linking my new blog until now. Soooo......

@i-am-moxy

[moxycreates]

WOAH HEY HI HELLO GUYS LONG TIME NO SEE!

If you couldn’t tell already, I’m back! And I’m glad to be back! A lot has changed, surprisingly in these 40+ days I’ve been gone. And boy howdy are you guys in for a surprise right now because I made the decision to do this over Lent.

I’m making a new Tumblr account for this blog, my ask blog, and my main blog. Basically, I’m gonna mash them all together into one big megablog, where I reblog a buncha shit, answer a buncha shit, and post a buncha shit. I’m gonna bombard you with posts and whatever YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT! EVERYBODY START SCREAMING!!!!! *silence*  ಠ_ರೃ Don’t worry, this blog will still be up for people to look back at my old stories that I’ve posted, so no need to question that.

Aaaannnyyyyway. I will make that blog momentarily and link it here. (<- here right here just give it a day or so cause I’m busy.)

And the results of the poll are in! I’m doing Strange Twins! And it’s a good thing too because I just got a friend to edit it for me and she is going NUTZ! I keep nagging her to edit it more and I think she’s getting tired of me. Heheheh.

BUT! You guys should check her out! If you don’t know her already. She’s got a Markiplier fanfic that uses the “Y/N” format and I’ve read a bit of it so far and I’m loving it! Even though it’s only the first two chapters. But, her Tumblr is @the-trashiest-garbage​ and her wattpad is here. She deserves to be noticed!

I will begin posting the “40 Days of Thought” stories on my new blog along with random tidbits of my life that happened throughout Lent. Good Friday was probably my favorite. I’ll see you guys later!

[moxycreates]

Hey guys. Just here to let you all know that Doubles is going to come to an end soon. Well, sort of. It’s probably going to end around chapter 16 or something like that. It’s getting harder and harder to continue to write it and it’s getting to a place that’s easy to end it off at. It’s not how I originally imagined I’d end it, but so much has happened that’s affected my view on Dark and Anti. With all the theories I’ve read and the newest Darkiplier news and shit, my brain just refuses to continue writing this.

HOWEVER! I do have a ton of other stories that YOU all can choose from! I will not post them for 2-3 months after this post goes out, which gives y’all a ton of time to click the link below and vote in the poll! YAY POLLS ARE FUN RITE? RITE? NO? ONLY ME? Okay. Whatever.

Link to the poll.

Also, on a very important side note, starting this Wednesday, I WILL NOT BE ON TUMBLR! Yup! You heard it here folks! I am going to be gone from March 1st, 2017 until April 16th, 2017. Yep. From Ash Wednesday to Easter Sunday! Afterwards, however, I will have an event I would like to call “40 Days of Thought” where I post stories I’ve written throughout the time I’ve been gone. One story per day for, of course, 40 days. Once that is done, I will announce the new story I will begin posting! YAY!

Anyways, long update post, but this needed to be said. I’ll try my best to get the next chapter of Doubles out by Tuesday this week, but, like I said, it’s been really hard to write. But I will finish this off and then we can get going with other things.

[stocksholm-blog]

GO ON ANON AND ASK ME THE MOST AWKWARD QUESTION YOU CAN THINK OF. IF I CAN'T PUBLISH IT, YOU WIN.

[kushandwizdom]

I’m ready.. 😐😶😊

[kuitsukuse]

You guys didn’t do so well last time. Who’s up for round 2?

[onlyblackgirl]

Come at me bro

[xxxozzyfozzyxxx-deactivated2018]

Please no sexual questions or questions about politics….

[paintedzacharie-deactivated2017]

^^^

[evelynhuskya]

Sure

[go-away-dont-try-to-contact-me]

Come at me!!!

[jcpearsall18]

LETS GO!

[aprs-archives]

Sure why not? XD

[coffeemunchii-deactivated201907]

’-’ yeh, let’s do dis

[ghoul-whisper-blog]

I dare yous!

[unreal-bloger]

Pfffft easy

[thunderheart534]

Go to @moxyanswers and ask me things! IM NOT AFRAID!

[moxycreates]

Go to moxyanswers and send me the most awkward asks you can think of on anon!

[moxycreates]

Lavender

Flowers made way for her bare feet. Animals followed behind, but seemed mindful to not get too close. The little girl wore a white dress that hung down to her mid thigh. The sleeves barely made it past her shoulders and her long brown hair stretched to the middle of her back. Her hands were folded behind her as she hopped, skipped, jumped across the plain. She twirled, watching as the hem of the dress followed her every movement. She stopped, crossing her legs and folding her hair behind her ear. She was pale. Her eyes were a bright green and her lips were a distinct pink. Her nose extended from her face to a dull point and the arch was a straight rise to where it ended in between her eyes. She turned, facing the crowd of animals behind her, smiling, and turning back around to continue her trek. She stopped suddenly, bending her short legs to get a closer look at a small purple flower-like plant. It sure seemed familiar, and it smelled familiar too. She remembered smelling it at home when her father was at work and she was helping her mother around the house. “Mommy! What’s that smell?” she asked, looking up at her mother whom was wearing a blue dress. She herself wore a small pink dress and, once again, wore no shoes. “That’s lavender honey. It comes from a purple flower that’s in the field next to our house.” She smiled to herself, picking a bunch of the short purple flowers. “Mary! Time to come home!” She turned to see her mother across the field. “Coming!” She called back. Clutching the flowers close to her chest, she ran towards her, causing the animals that were following her to scatter to their homes. She slowed down and stopped just in front of her mother. She was wearing the blue dress. Mary held the lavender up to her mother. “I picked flowers for you!” she said in her high pitched, 6-year-old voice. Her mother smiled and took them from her hand, taking a deep breath to smell the flowers. “Well, let’s get home and put these in a vase. Daddy loves lavender.” Mary nodded quickly, taking her mother’s hand walking quickly to keep up with her. Mary turned her head and waved to the animals who had come back, filled with curiosity, before the plain went out of view.

[kpop-babygirl-deactivated201711]

Get to know me!

Okay I realized you guys know little to nothing about me so here’s your chance to ask away and send me some numbers  ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭˖*·̩͙✶o

1. What is you middle//full name?

2. How old are you?

3. What is your birthday?

4. What is your zodiac sign?

5. What is your favorite color?

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

8. Where are you from?

9. How tall are you?

10. What shoe size are you?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

12. What was your last dream about?

13. What talents do you have?

14. Are you psychic in any way?

15. Favorite song?

16. Favorite movie?

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

18. Do you want children?

19. Do you want a church wedding?

20. Are you religious?

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

24. Baths or showers?

25. What color socks are you wearing?

26. Have you ever been famous?

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

28. What type of music do you like?

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

32. How big is your house?

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

35. Have you ever tried archery?

36. Favorite clean word?

37. Favorite swear word?

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

39. Do you have any scars?

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

41. Are you a good liar?

42. Are you a good judge of character?

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

44. Do you have a strong accent?

45. What is your favorite accent?

46. What is your personality type?

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

48. Can you curl your tongue?

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

50. Left or right handed?

51. Are you scared of spiders?

52. Favorite food?

53. Favorite foreign food?

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

55. Most used phrased?

56. Most used word?

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

58. Do you have much of an ego?

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

60. Do you talk to yourself?

61. Do you sing to yourself?

62. Are you a good singer?

63. Biggest Fear?

64. Are you a gossip?

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

66. Do you like long or short hair?

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

68. Favorite school subject?

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

72. Are you scared of the dark?

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

74. Are you ticklish?

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

77. Have you ever drank underage?

78. Have you ever done drugs?

79. Who was your first real crush?

80. How many piercings do you have?

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

82. How fast can you type?

83. How fast can you run?

84. What color is your hair?

85. What color is your eyes?

86. What are you allergic to?

87. Do you keep a journal?

88. What do your parents do?

89. Do you like your age?

90. What makes you angry?

91. Do you like your own name?

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

94. What are you strengths?

95. What are your weaknesses?

96. How did you get your name?

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

98. Color of your room?

99. Color of your bedspread?

100. Make up your own question

[thunderheart534]

Yay!!! @moxyanswers

[moxycreates]

Writing about a cute little girl while listening to somewhat screamo music doesn't seem like a good fit. But hey, it works!

[moxycreates]

Clap your hands!

~If you think that Dark is hot, clap your hands!

*clap clap*

~If you think that Anti’s hot, clap your hands!

*clap clap*

~If you think that they are hot, that they are hot and you can’t stop.

~If you think that they are hot, clap your hands!

*clap clap*

[moxycreates]

Discord

Hi guys! I decided to make a discord! I made it a while ago, but because of stress and finals, I wasn’t able to actually grab the link and throw it onto my dash. So, finally, here it is! Join whenever you want! Or don’t. That’s fine too.

The Discord: Dark Humor . net

[moxycreates]

@therealjacksepticeye Sam's got a Party Popper for all your party poppin' needs! Happy birthday Jack!!!

[moxycreates]

I added onto it!

[moxycreates]

I made a thing!!!

[moxycreates]

How would you guys feel if I made protective Anti short stories? I'd enjoy doing that since it would act as a break from Doubles.

[atomiktaco-moved]

Anti hates it when Jack cries(ノ´^`)ノ

[thunderheart534]

Protective anti is the best kinda Anti.

[moxycreates]

Little break from the sad lately.

[moxycreates]

Bloodthirst - Prologue

Hiiiiiiiii!!! Who likes gore? I know I do. I started this a while back and stopped midway through the prologue, and it’s definitely better written then some of my other writings. So I’mma post the prologue and see where this goes. I’ve got so many stories going rn. Probably gonna have a poll to see what story I should do once Doubles is done.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Xael breathed slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Her eyes moved, but nobody noticed. She opened her eyes, needing to blink. Her vision was blurred with sleep. She blinked, squinted, even kept her eyes closed for multiple seconds to try to un-blur her vision. But none of it worked. She heard voices and finally, her vision wasn’t blurry. She was in a science bed. She was laying down, but was elevated and made eye contact with some of the scientists in the room. “Okay. Time to test the final product to see if it works. Give her the syringe.” ordered one of the scientists. She looked at a scientist that had started to walk over to Xael. She read his nametag. It read ‘Thanatos.’ Was this some sort of worldwide mad scientist group? Because it sure seemed like it.

As Thanatos got closer, Xael started to struggle. What would be entered into her bloodstream? What would it do to her? She wanted to cry out for help, but knew her cries would only reach the emotionless scientists on the other side of a glass window. Thanatos was suddenly at her side. He gripped her upper arm holding her arm still as she kept on struggling. She felt the needle pierce her skin. Thanatos seemed to be enjoying her pain. It seemed like he pushed the needle in a millimeter a second. Xael cried out in pain, wanting everything to stop. She wanted Thanatos to remove the needle already. Get it over with. She was about to yell at him to do so, but he had already removed the needle and was walking back to all the other scientists behind the glass window.

Nothing happened. Xael was just laying there, unable to move, paralyzed in fear. She wondered what was going to happen to her.

Xael heard slams, and it seemed that the scientists did too. She strained her neck, trying to look at the door. Silence. Nothing was happening. Why was she so thirsty? Xael licked her lips, still looking at the door. Moments passed before policemen filed into the room. “Hands in the air now you freaks!” one shouted. Three others headed for the room Xael was in. It seemed like her vision had started pulsating, like her heart was in her eyes. Her head pounded and with every second that passed, she became even thirstier. As she was released from the science bed, she barely had enough strength to stay awake. She felt dizzy, having to blink every time her vision had started to go blurry. All the straps that held her to the table were gone, and Xael fell to the ground. “Are you alright?” asked one of the policemen who had freed her. Thanatos and the other scientists looked on in fear. “She wasn’t supposed to be released! She’ll kill us all!” shouted a scientist who seemed to be the boss. “What? An 8-year old, killing a group of ten cops? That’s highly unli-” the lead policeman was cut off at the screams of the three men in Xael’s cage.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Her thirst was overcoming her. Her parched, dry throat was driving her insane, but water wouldn’t solve the dryness in her throat. Her stomach grumbled. Not only was she freakishly thirsty, she was insanely hungry too. She looked up at the policemen. She opened her mouth, licking her now saber-tooth tiger sharp teeth. She drooled. The look of the fresh flesh on the policeman, was just too irresistible. Her normally short, extremely dull fingernails were now as sharp as a cat’s claw. She sliced across one of the policeman’s legs. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground, clutching his injured leg. Xael wasted no time as she climbed onto him and tore open his chest, ripping out any organ that looked good enough to eat, all while his screams dulled into the background, the thought “Eat him eat him” overwhelming anything and everything around her. She settled on one of his lungs and grabbed. She just pulled as hard as she could and only getting a chunk of the lung. But that seemed good enough. She shoved the chunk of lung into her mouth, swallowing whole. Her jaw unhinged like a snake and it slid down her throat perfectly.

It was now, when Xael had finally quenched her thirst and satisfied her hunger, that she realized what she had done. She got up and looked at her work, laying on the ground in pieces. She saw his glazed over eyes and his beating heart was barely noticeable in his open chest. She looked at her hands and screamed, stumbling back. She ran her tongue over her newfound fangs, stared in horror at her claws, slitted eyes widening as her vision became sharper and sharper by the moment. She could feel blood drip from her mouth and hands and she bit her lip, increasing the amount. She felt pain in her back and legs. The unnatural weight of bullets embedded in her back made it a little hard to move as they weakened her muscles. Xael was harmless now, especially since she was back to an innocent 8-year-old.

She began to cry. She covered her face in her hands and she ignored the questions from the police officers as she was carried out of the scientific building and placed into a patrol vehicle. She sat silently in the car, completely content with what was to come next in her now not-so-normal life.

[moxycreates]

Setting Description Practice

Across the field under the night sky, the wind brushed over the tips of the two-foot-tall grass that covered the dry ground. The crescent moon created a faint glow, enveloping the area in white. The light stretched across the land, over the distant hills, into the holes of the burrowing animals. Moles peeked out of their holes, seeming to sense the glow of the moon before sliding back into the darkness from whence they came. The air was dry and dusty, cold yet warm, formless. A breeze created the soft shuffling in the leaves of trees that were scattered around, them being the only sound for miles other than the breathing of the above-ground animals, which was so silent one needed to be mere inches away from their snouts to hear it. A small group of wolves lay cuddled together in a small area, attempting to keep warm in the somewhat cold air. A faint splash is heard in the distance from a skimpy pond. A few fish can be seen swimming just under the surface of the water, scaly rocks sitting still off to the side. The stars twinkle above everything, scattered endlessly across the sky, galaxies painting and molding them into something much more than bitsy lights above everything. Something that gives life to all that see it.

‘Tis a small thing. Not important. Just practicing a thing. :D

[moxycreates]

Doubles - Chapter 13: Recovery

Well that took fucking forever. Woooooooo.

A few days later, Sean was checked out of the hospital and went back to Mark’s place. Mark decided it was a good idea for Signe to stay with them there, and she jumped at the offer, almost too quickly to be honest. Sean was sitting in the guest room, twiddling his thumbs and staring at open air, off in his own world of who-knows-where. Signe had gone off to get food and Mark and Amy were the only other people in the house. Sean jumped when he heard the faint scratching of claws against the door. When he got up and opened the door, Chica was on the other side, sitting down and staring up at him with curiosity in her eyes. He smiled, kneeling down and scratching her behind the ears. He watched happily as her tail wagged back and forth. He stopped suddenly, letting his hand fall down to his lap as he let out a long sigh. Chica tilted her head to the side and stood up, stepping forward so she was close enough to lick Sean in the face. She achieved her goal, which appeared to make Sean smile again. He fell backwards and Chica advanced, continuing to lick his face. His forehead, cheek, nose, her tongue even grazed his ear, and with each drop of dog slobber that stuck to his face, Sean laughed. He spat and stuck out his tongue when Chica’s tongue had migrated to his own mouth. He sat up, spitting out air and making disgusted noises. “Ugh! Oh my god Chica!” he shouted, bringing her forward so he could pet her some more.

Sean heard footsteps come up the stairs and stopped when a black-haired Mark appeared in the doorway. “When did you dye your hair back?”

“Earlier today. You didn’t hear me leave the house a few hours ago?”

“I’ve been spacing out all day, so no.”

Mark chuckled, beckoning Chica to him. She did so, but not before she got one more lick on Sean’s face. He smiled again, giggling. “You seem much happier.” Sean gave Mark a look. “You know how much I love dogs dude.” Mark opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it, shrugging and tipping his head to the side for a small moment as a ‘touche’ gesture. He turned and left, leaving Sean alone once again in the guest room. His smile faded and he stood up to close the door before he jumped onto the bed and folded his hands behind his head. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, letting all his worries fade away. “Heeeeeyyyy~” Sean groaned. He yanked his hands out from under his head and slammed them into his face to proceed with the longest facepalm imaginable. Not again. Not this bitch again. ‘Give me AT LEAST one day to be free from your stupid taunting Anti!’ Sean practically screamed the thought and he felt the echo of it rattle throughout his brain, sending ringing through his ears. Anti was silent, and Sean hoped and prayed he had either given up for the day, which was very unlikely, or he just went deaf from the magnitude of the scream. Neither were true. “Hey hey hey, no need to scream like a little girl. Then again, it’s pretty accurate, right?”

That comeback wasn’t even good. Then again, Anti never was super talented with comebacks. His line of expertise was in the pain department. And boy, was he good at his job. Sean hadn’t realized he still had his hands covering his face until he heard the door open and spotted Signe peek into the room. “Oh hey.” he said, sitting up and trying his best to ignore Anti’s giggles echoing in the background. “Hey. Howya feeling?”

“Definitely better than yesterday, lemme tell you what.”

There was a pause.

“I’m waiting.” she finally said. The sass sounded forced as she sat down next to him on the bed.

“Yesterday I felt like shit, I still feel like shit. But less like shit. More like crap now.”

Signe laughed, and Sean laughed along with her. She hugged him and he let her weight push him down on the bed. “Oh nooooooo! I’ve fallen!” he quietly yelped. Signe continued to laugh, and it was now that Sean realized how much he missed her laugh, throughout everything he’s had to go through for the past few weeks. Wait. Has it only been three weeks? It feels like it’s been so much longer than that! But Sean was going to worry about that later. Mark had a tv in the guest room and all Sean and Signe did the rest of the day was watch tv and talk. They would joke about some of the commercials and how the food in Ireland differed from the food in America. They compared Korean commercials as well. This day was going so well for him.

Anti watched in disgust through the screen. “What does he see in her anyway. She’s such a bitch.” he murmured, positive Sean couldn’t hear the remark, especially with all his damned laughing. It was so bright too. But I guess that’s what happens when you spend most of your time trapped in a giant black box that has “Anti’s Fault” written all over it, metaphorically of course. Tom hopped out of Anti’s dark green locks of hair and floated in front of Anti’s face, taking his focus off of the agonizingly happy life Sean was experiencing. He scratched Tom under his chin. The little floating eye split somewhat in half, showing his small teeth. His tail curled up in delight, wrapping itself around Anti’s wrist. Anti smiled. Tom was the only thing he’s ever known to make him truly happy in this life he’s lived. He closed his eyes and sighed. Tom let go, moving forward and nibbling Anti’s face, licking up some of the black and green blood that dripped from the puncture.

All of a sudden, Tom froze and seemed fixated on something behind Anti. Anti adjusted his vision and turned his head slightly. He saw a dark figure standing behind him, but he couldn’t quite figure out who it was. It definitely wasn’t Jack. He was still having “fun” with Signe. Was it Mark? No, he couldn’t come here without Dark. Dark…

It was definitely Dark. Anti based his assumption off the faint red glow of two dots hanging out where the figures face would be. “Well hello.” Anti began, standing up and shooing Tom away so he wouldn’t get involved. He turned to face the other demon, finally making eye-contact. They both just stood there in silence, neither wanting to say a thing. Dark seemed, nervous? Anti kept his composure, but on the inside he was screaming, near panicking about what Dark may do. He tried to look as calm as possible. “So. We finally talk, huh.” Dark finally said. Anti managed to show a light nod. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you for quite a while.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Aren’t you anxious to know why?”

“I haven’t been anxious about anything in a long time. Surprise me.”

Anti stepped forward to stand right in front of the slightly taller demon. It was awkward having to look slightly up into Dark’s glowing red eyes. “I want…” Anti started, smirking.

“To work with you.”

ANTI SHUT UP SIGNE IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!!!

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