mochafoxdoodles

[mochafoxdoodles]

NOOOO MOZ I MEANT YOU- I wanna give you little braids :D but I do think I need practicing on my tattoo designs if anyone's down :3

Unfortunately you can only do so much with my hair, the horns are a pain in the backside to dodge around too so little braids would be a pain- BUT here are some of my personal favourites! I recommend pig or synthetic skins for tattoo designs too, I only ever get my own work done on myself!

[mochafoxdoodles]

OOHHH I ADORE! amazing job! 🤍🤍🤍

I have so many ship art ideas for these two just wanted to make this one first. Congrats again @mochafoxdoodles for your surgery hope you are healing well!!

I may have made some ship art or friendship art of goat and tobias so yeah sorry

[mochafoxdoodles]

So, I've braided jacks hair before. Could I do yours next? I wanna put microbraids and beads in wahhhh!!!

Assuming you were talking to Jeff here friendo, regardless- Jeffs hair is off limits apparently! -Mozalphas

[mochafoxdoodles]

Toby appreciation

Toby appreciation

Toby appreciation

He appreciates you too? 🤍

[mochafoxdoodles]

Never will I pass up an excuse to draw the man the bitch the monster himself

[mochafoxdoodles]

I hope you're wellll 😊

Sorry to be the information consuming gremlin in your asks, but could we please get a lil Jack lore dump about when he was human? (Including how things went with the transformation, if ya don't mind)

Over explaining incoming, buckle up buttercup!

Jackson is indeed a complex character when it comes to exactly how the transformation went so we'll get there- for now; Jackson Nicolas was a sour man with a doe eyed face to hide it, while he was a formidable plague and illness doctor in his time, he only saw profit and gain from his work with the smallest of settlements and villages, a charming voice and kind nature never failed to manipulate and lie in such hard times. Jackson had one major vice though, paranoia. Meticulous as he was he was quick to overthink, so when his apprentice began to question his practices, what else was he to do but claim her a witch to douse the growing fires of doubt? Her name is long forgotten to all...but not her words. not to Jackson. Knowing of his paranoia, the woman screamed curses his way in her dying moments, empty words of a human girl at first but..they ate at his mind regardless. "Jackson Nicolas you shall suffer a thousand torments and die a hundred more deaths to match before the devil takes you!"

Transformation process

Jackson continued with his work for a while, though every little ailment and obstacle that viced him was another step into madness and eventually: he'd began to look for ways to avoid or even escape death entirely. It was small things at first, herbal drinks and medicines, small prayers in the darkest of nights, asking even his patients for their opinions as he continued to bleed them dry of every penny and tradable item. Slowly it became reading scriptures and books of old remedies and in some cases, even spells, indirectly he had become the very thing he accused his long deceased apprentice of. That's when things slowly spiralled into the extreme, paranoia ate at him every day, the fear of his actions catching up to him and the worst fate imaginable overcoming him. Plague was rampant and even he couldn't escape it eventually. Small Pox, a vile and ruthless plague his paranoia had failed to protect him from- and while only in the beginning stages- he went mad with every possible way to avoid his own death, for to him it would not be his last for a thousand years to come. Cannibalism was his first option, offering flesh to false gods from removed limbs or organs of his patients, then it was murder- blood offerings to nameless deities, between the headaches and fevers he struggled immensely to balance his facades. He tried everything he could find in old books and the words of kings and peasants alike. Very quickly he found himself alone- unable to identify pain from plague. Bones and muscle ached, skin tore and blistered, teeth fell out and regrew in a matter of days- he offered everything to whatever god might take pity. Non did. His eyes were the last to go, in his mind it was an offering, though hunger called louder, he'd either murdered and devoured or scared off anyone in the little settlement. He'd devoured himself even- yet flesh grew back- grey and grit like- inedible. ash to his fanged maw. a threat made real- the first of his tortures made real only by paranoia. So away with his eyes- sockets replaced with thick black goop, a mix of potion and mud- hot tar before tar was known. All an act of madness.

Aftermath

It took a good half a century before the pain subsided fully. Unaware of everything around him, only that his limbs moved in ways he did not recognise by the end. His jaw split and opened in terrifying ways and his teeth retracted only enough for him to barely close the deathtrap that resided behind them. He only felt one thing- Hunger. a feeling that would never subside no matter the leaves or bark or stone he devoured in desperation. Only the flesh of whatever was unfortunate enough to be caught by his overly sensitive senses. Animal or Human, Jackson hunts everything with a pulse. Though quickly learned that while death would not take him, he would suffer every wound inflicted to its fullest. So despite his large, defiled stature- he became a formidable ambush predator.

Jackson is mostly non verbal, though whether its selective or just the fact the ability to fluctuates is unknown really. He's mostly monster, though in short moments after eating he seems capable of thinking and acting as though he were human- once again, whether its muscle memory or actual thought isn't really known- but he seems to prefer at least the bare minimum of clothing that will fit him and while not the best of options- does indeed bathe in rivers and lakes in his calmer moments. Though that doesn't make him approachable- he's opportunistic, give him any chance to strike and he doesn't discriminate. Many a human have come and been devoured even years upon knowing the creature and while his body is frailer than you'd expect, those legs and teeth matched with his size and habit of aiming for the spine or neck despite his blindness make escape a fleeting last wish.

HOPE you enjoyed my little over explanation! I ADORE yapping on about all of my interps so give me the opportunity and I'll yap away for HOURS. Let me know if you have any other questions about Jackson!

[mochafoxdoodles]

Lots of love to you all on my side, wish me luck! 11 years waiting and I'm finally here! I'll be here, reading all the asks and dm's so don't shy away! While I recover, help me out and remember to feed jeff and give Ben a good kick in the nuts to keep him in check for me yeah? thanks!

[mochafoxdoodles]

GODDAMMIT PAL WHAT IS THIS-??

you're having so much fun.. and even though i have no clue what i'm signing up for, i wanna see more. you're quite a gem as an artist.

[ always choose quality over quantity. you have a life of your own, just like everyone else. the crowd will wait. ]

I promise you I'm one of those people that have a series worth of lore but the energy to post only surface level shit wh E E Z E

for now- BEN lore!

[mochafoxdoodles]

Small mistake I had to fix forgive the re-upload BUT- the darlings and their Line Ups!

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Planning a lineup of the lads-

[mochafoxdoodles]

How does Jeff feel knowing he's my special little princess and I would buy/steal him bleach and battery acid if he asked me niceys

Not the weirdest thing he's ever done for supplies, but no it's on sight for you now.

[mochafoxdoodles]

I don't believe those boys deserved that kind of fear before they died...but I was too.... [sigh] ...what's the term? 'drugged up' I think? to pull him out of that..state he flickered into. Honestly- he looked at me with so much fear and then...then.. it's like a final lightbulb burst somewhere in his mind.

I remember Jeff wrapping my face in- m-my scarf I think? a desperate attempt to hold my..m-my... [long pause]

sorry- uh..my- my jaw- I couldn't hold it up on its own, it was just- limp, the room was spinning with colours and patterns and all I could taste, feel and smell was blood- fuck. it was so loud though. so LOUD.

I'd never heard cries like that before, even after doing what they did I can't help but think of how young they looked- y-you know- before they stuck me with that stuff- and how quickly they went from towering over me to crying out so fearfully- I don't remember a single pause- it's like once he started- he just couldn't or..no..wouldnt- stop-

Jeff always recoiled at the name- Jeff The Killer. We use to chuckle over how cliché that was [soft chuckle] ... I never realise how serious that title was.

I don't..fully blame him but- there's a small part of me that feels a weird sense of guilt..or is it fear? I dont know- for how happy we all were- a-ah- that being Me, my Ma' n my Da' to be the first ones to get through to Jeff- I didn't believe the stories I'd heard about him- I still miss him sometimes-

I mean for fucks sake his favourite hobbies were crocheting and taking 15 hour naps.

[mochafoxdoodles]

Mozal, if Toby and Jeff were monsters like Jack and Ben what would they be?

I can imagine Jeff might be a lycan or werewolf since you associate him with dogs often.

But idk, I'm just curious 🫢

Probably a Werewolf and Harpy Phoenix- keep reading for a break down of my choice

Werewolf for Jeff: Unlike Lycanthropy, being a werewolf means you've been cursed into a beastly form. Jeff, like a werewolf, was moulded into a creature that causes harm and destruction against his own will: a victim of extremely shitty circumstances. At times, like said werewolf, he is unable to rein in that engraved instinct and may do things to relieve his inner turmoil that he would rather forget.

Harpy Phoenix for Tobias: A harpy is often times explained as a creature of death, fear and unknown realms, its foil? a Phoenix, a creature of resilience, rebirth and transformation, a perfect depiction of Tobias' inner turmoil, his reality and delusion. A being seen as a death bringer yet would rather use such a power dynamic to better the world around him, to change it.

Aka, I took a very simple question and blew it up into something way over explained!

[mochafoxdoodles]

OMG MY MOOT IS ACTUALLY ALIVE?! YAY!!! I MISSED YOU *HUG*

Yes! tis I! I live! hello my dearest of friends!

[mochafoxdoodles]

Yo it me again lol I wanted to ask you is it cool if we made shipart of our OCS with your versions of the crp bois? Wanted to ask before and made sure it cool

Of course friend! ^^

in fact I'd love an @ if you end up posting! show me what you got in store!

[mochafoxdoodles]

Hi Ben! You're cute! 🥰

Punch him and run.

[mochafoxdoodles]

I don't believe those boys deserved that kind of fear before they died...but I was too.... [sigh] ...what's the term? 'drugged up' I think? to pull him out of that..state he flickered into. Honestly- he looked at me with so much fear and then...then.. it's like a final lightbulb burst somewhere in his mind.

I remember Jeff wrapping my face in- m-my scarf I think? a desperate attempt to hold my..m-my... [long pause]

sorry- uh..my- my jaw- I couldn't hold it up on its own, it was just- limp, the room was spinning with colours and patterns and all I could taste, feel and smell was blood- fuck. it was so loud though. so LOUD.

I'd never heard cries like that before, even after doing what they did I can't help but think of how young they looked- y-you know- before they stuck me with that stuff- and how quickly they went from towering over me to crying out so fearfully- I don't remember a single pause- it's like once he started- he just couldn't or..no..wouldnt- stop-

Jeff always recoiled at the name- Jeff The Killer. We use to chuckle over how cliché that was [soft chuckle] ... I never realise how serious that title was.

I don't..fully blame him but- there's a small part of me that feels a weird sense of guilt..or is it fear? I dont know- for how happy we all were- a-ah- that being Me, my Ma' n my Da' to be the first ones to get through to Jeff- I didn't believe the stories I'd heard about him- I still miss him sometimes-

I mean for fucks sake his favourite hobbies were crocheting and taking 15 hour naps.