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don’t nobody give a fuck about that tape 😭 we (yes WE) was lookin at ass and thigh, let’s not lie on the dash

top 10 gayest marble hornets moments was the bit where tim was bent over behind his couch and jay zoomed in on his thighs so he could see the imprint of a tape in tim's pocket

(edit: everyone in the reblogs saying they didn't even notice the tape Really just adds to my point that this was UNNECESSARILY gay)

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real for this. being black w/ aspd on this app feels like getting dropped into hot topic purgatory with 300 dylan klebold kins. 90% of the tag is 14 yr old white kids with joker icons and usernames like “voidgunner.” i’m gonna lose it.

please tell me theres other black people with aspd on tumblr im tired of seeing crackers with school shooter themed accounts in the tags please get me out of this hell im begging youuuuu

and before you give me some bullshit reason as to why you have that as ur icon , i dont care. i dont give a shit what the reason you decided to use , it gives me the same vibe as those racist niggas who have confederate flags on their trucks , instant indicator get fucked

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Alex seen the Operator and said ‘I’on duck smoke.’ 💯

Bro had a Major in Film and a Minor in Felony Assault

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Emergency commissions

Doing avatars/pfps/icons whatever you call them

20 dollars

Undertale

DC comics

Sanders Sides

Supernatural

9-1-1

Accepting money through Zelle and PayPal, dm me for the usernames.

Examples:

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Comm of my OC Colby (Who I have just realised I’ve never posted here..) from @rottedcreatures !! <3

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IM EATING THISSS

WAIT WAITTT MOONJO X MASKY TOO I AM CRINGE BUT I AM FREE

COLBY YOUR MINDDD I love it

-Moonjo is fascinated by Ammon’s volatility — the instability, the raw violence, the hidden trauma. It's not pity; it's curiosity.

-When they "work" together, it’s almost clinical. Ammon is brutal and impulsive; Moonjo is deliberate, methodical. It’s a weirdly effective dynamic.

-It’s a constant, shifting balance. Moonjo tries to study and control, Ammon resists or explodes. Moonjo never punishes, just waits. And sometimes, Ammon lets him win, not out of submission — but curiosity. What happens when he gives up control?

-Ammon has nightmares. Moonjo once woke him up to just ask; “Who is Alex?”

-One thing about them is ‘love’ is not a word in their vocabulary. They don’t say it. Moonjo simply says “You are my most fascinating artwork yet” and Ammon grunts and shifts a little closer. Sometimes he’ll say, “That so, Van Gogh?”

-Moonjo loves watching the difference between Ammon and Tim, he calls them “day and night”.

-Sometimes he feeds his presence — triggering the switch just to see it happen. Ammon hates how easily Moonjo can draw him out.

-Ammon is suspicious of everyone. He tracks exits. He watches hands. But with Moonjo? He relaxes his guard just slightly. Not because he feels safe — but because he knows if Moonjo wanted him dead, they’d have killed each other by now.

-Moonjo has this unnerving ability to soothe Ammon, not with kindness, but through eerie consistency.

-He always speaks in the same tone. His movements are exact. For a brain that’s constantly glitching, Moonjo’s predictability is strangely comforting.

-Moonjo prepares small, carefully arranged meals and offers them like a peace treaty. Ammon often refuses the first few bites, but eventually caves and now, it’s a kind of ritual. Moonjo feeds the beast so it won’t destroy the house.

-He keeps a thick notebook full of observations; Ammon’s triggers, coping mechanisms, episodes, sleep patterns. Ammon knows, even read it once.

-He destroyed part of it, then asked Moonjo why he wrote “Subject 27-A” next to his name. Moonjo just smiled and said, “Because you’re special.”

-Ammon probably gets jealous. If Moonjo even looks too long at someone else (whether out of curiosity or predatory intent), Ammon grows twitchy.

-Moonjo thinks it’s cute, like a rabid dog growling from a corner. Sometimes he provokes it on purpose, just to watch.

-They don’t go on dates. They stalk people together, following someone for hours. Moonjo analyzing their routines, watching them, appearing just to get under their skin, and Ammon noting how easily they could be taken. Sometimes they act. Sometimes they don’t.

-Ammon 100% brings Moonjo living people as a gift, like a fucked up little show of affection, he’ll lead him somewhere discreet, abandoned; Just to show him some poor soul tied to a chair. All he says is “Knock yer’self out, darlin’.”

THIS WAS A HARD ONE BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

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IM VIBRATING IM CHEWING THE BARS OF MY CAGE RELEASE MEEEE

Yes I’m requesting here idc sammmmm I fw your Alex portrayal can you do Masky x Alex too.. love you my GOAT 💯

Thank you Colby,,, I try to post more but I’m. Shy

I’ll be referring to Masky as Ammon like you do! (I hope that’s okay..)

-Alex frequently falls asleep with his glasses on, Ammon has mastered gently plucking them off of his face without Alex waking up swinging.

-Ammon 100% listens to country music. Alex initially hates it but gets caught singing along to them very quietly; but he still denies that they’re growing on him.

-Alex is a pyromaniac, he sets everything on fire from pieces of paper to buildings, Ammon is no better. They set a building on fire together and call it a date. It’s romantic to them, okay?

-Alex is fluent in Ammons grunts and growls, he knows which one means what.

-Late night drives? Hell yeah. Alex hogs the drivers seat, Ammon gets revenge by playing country music. Long backroads will probably be where they spend their honeymoon.

-Alex loosens up when he drinks, specifically when he drinks rum, Ammon takes the chance to convince him to do dumb shit and then uses it as a humiliation tactic later on.

-They fight, sometimes it gets psychical— Ammon stops to wipe the blood off of Alex’s face. Alex laughs and they get over it.

-Ammon frequently throws Alex over his shoulder.

-Alex sits Ammon through corny movies that he calls ‘cinema’, Ammon tells him they’re shit but he watches them with him anyway.

-Alex likes to go to the theatre; Ammon doesn’t react well to loud noises. He punches the guy next to him. They learn to sit in isolated seats.

-Ammon brings Alex random bones. Some human, some animal. It’s his way of showing affection. Alex calls it disgusting but keeps them anyway.

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Hello can I have some Tim and Alex hcs?

Hello!! Of course you can!!

-Alex absolutely despises the way Tim makes coffee, his coffee is a black void of enough caffeine to keep you awake for a week, Alex says it’s way too bitter; Tim just rolls his eyes and says “I don’t drink it because it tastes good, I drink it because it’s caffeine.”

-Alex is always spotting random things to record or take pictures of, like a streetlight or a tree, sometimes he’ll randomly direct Tim to stand in a certain place so he can take a picture, Tim sighs but does it anyway.

-Tim hates his picture taken, Alex loves taking pictures, but he also hates taking his own picture, every now and then as a bit of revenge Tim will say “Stand over there for a second” so he can take a picture of Alex. Dose of his own medicine.

-Neither Alex nor Tim cook, they both just eat takeout or microwavable meals.

-While Tim relies on coffee for his dose of caffeine and nights awake, Alex relies on energy drinks.

-Alex’s space is a total mess, a cluttered mess of boxes, and crumpled up pages, but he can still navigate it, it’s his mess and he knows where everything is.

-Tim thinks everywhere he stays is a train wreck, and has learnt to identify where Alex has and hasn’t been because of the mess he typically leaves behind; “Yep, this place looks like someone drove a truck through it, Alex has definitely been here.”

-Alex likes polar bears, Tim likes grizzly bears.

-They both smoke, but Tim smokes significantly more. They both drink, but Alex drinks significantly more.

-Alex and Tim both have some sort of hyper-independence complex. They won’t accept help from other people, or even ask. But they both notice it from each other, and both help each other anyway in very subtle ways.

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HEYY GUYS THIS IS ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!! Please go follow him & check out his music and projects!!

Gavin Parished x $alem - The Beats Inside My Head

So, here it is! My second project all together is also a first in a way, my first collaboration project. For context, this is an updated cover for DSPs, it has all the original pieces but since then we've both had name changes. I was going by Gavin Burtscher at the time, yes simply my legal name. I decided to change it to Gavin Parished a while later, because I don't want to know what it'd be like being a white-passing person named Burtscher trying to be an underground rapper. However, at this time it was even worse. My name was GBX, thank God I didn't keep that one. It was taken actually which is what motivated me to switch. $alem is a great name for that style of production honestly but at the time she was going by 2can. I honestly don't remember why she changed it but I prefer the newer name as well.

So, how did this record come about? If I remember corerctly, this album came out in 2018 so my memory is a bit foggy on it, $alem messaged me because she liked the songs I had out at the time. All I had released by then was a now lost single titled Sometimes and my first album, The Beats Inside My Head. After a lot of talking about how we'd do this we decided, after creating 2 of the 3 collab tracks, to just take our own songs and mix them in. So the project would become a rule of 3: 3 of her songs, 3 of mine and 3 collaboration songs. We both thought it seemed like a cool project so she attached 3 of her previously released songs, one of the most recent at the time, and I attached 2 I had made during the summer with Don't Go serving as the album outro. During the summer the two songs I made for this were Lost In Space and Unknown Temptation (along with my own single "i hate me, and you should too" which I'll get back to later).

Lost In Space was a very large song. I spent weeks on it. It was inspired by my electronic and dubstep roots in the music creation field along with the trap music I was currently into. It's the most complex song on the album, switching up every few bars so the beat is always unique sounding.

Unknown Temptation was my tribute to XXXTENTACION, as it had been finished a few weeks after he had passed away. It was finished before Lost In Space but came out after, I saved it to release with the album. This is the more "me" sounding song of my songs on the project. The weird synths, hard hitting drums, freaky loops. This is the DNA I kept as I grew. I made this song as a tribute to him because he inspired me a lot as an artist, despite all the rotten things he did as a person. I remember when he passed away, I was sitting in my room on vacation in Austria, visiting my family with my dad. His and Chester Bennington's deaths were, at the time, the only celebrity deaths that really effected me and honestly? Without X, there wouldn't be the same Gp standing here today. But you'll hear a lot more of that in my next album.

Before I get to Ruby's contributions I want to add that currently only our collab songs and my singles are up on DSPs, but this post inspired me to message her about getting her songs up and making it a whole again. However, if you'd like to hear it in it's original form, you can listen to the whole thing on SoundCloud, with links to both our profiles, below.

So, as far as her contributions go. The intro track, 10 kills g, was new at the time and I knew it had to be the intro. It got a rerelease and slight edit as the album dropped. Cocaine and Xaxax were her already released editions. We decided on those 2 after just talking about what the album is and what I'm doing creatively. They fit so we went with them. There's sadly not much more to tell here.

But now we have it, the 3 collaboration tracks. How'd they happen? Well, we made coffin first, which samples some Lil Peep interview clips. After making that beat around it we decided to go with that concept for all the tracks and sample artists we're inspired by. Ruby chose the artists and I did a lot of the lifting on the producion side. She was the lead on the first listed collaboration, Let Me Elevate Your Mind. She picked out the song and the voice clips while I did minimal editing. However, I did my best to work with what we had for graveyard robbers with the BONE$ and $UICIDEBOY$ clips. It fits her sound a lot more and honestly you can tell we were both amatuers at the time but that's part of the charm of these old projects, right? It was fun putting these together and eventually this lead to something a lot bigger that I'll get to down the road. You can listen to these tracks, as well as my 3, on Spotify. Here's the link to the 3 collaboration tracks.

So, the album is done! 10 kills g, Unknown Temptation, Let Me Elevate Your Mind and graveyard robbers were here, fresh to the public. And people liked it. It was nice. Honestly it was the last time for a long time that people in my life actually liked my music which felt great. Another album done, on to the next. During the creation of this record I was creating my debut hiphop mixtape, this time with vocals! This tape inspired how I went about producing a lot on there and my history wouldn't be the same without this cool project. Thank you to Ruby for reaching out for me and making The Wandering Minds happen. Sadly she doesn't produce much anymore but hey, maybe I can get her out and about again to do a lil sequel to this. I'll leave with this, show her SoundCloud some love! She's a really nice person and deserves it all.

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“I could kiss you senseless,” Luis says, idly flickering the rusty lighter on and off, the orange flame illuminating his features in the darkness— Luis glows, Leon thinks, he glows.

Leon rolls his eyes and grumbles something, a murmured “Don’t be ridiculous,” before his eyes glue themselves back to the contraption in his hands.

“You’re doing it all wrong, Sancho.” Luis speaks again, voice smooth and confident as he steps towards the worn down table, gently plucking the contraption from Leon’s fingers.

The mechanism effortlessly clicks into place, and Leon almost wants to roll his eyes again, but he doesn’t— Too transfixed on how beautiful Luis looks with his brows pinched together in concentration, chewing his bottom lip.

God, Leon craves. He craves so much that he aches with it.

“Voila! All done.” Luis announces proudly, and Leon smiles. Leon actually smiles.

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Luis catches all the things Leon hides. The coldness in his stare, the vacancy in those icy eyes that really means he’s thinking about something, really thinking about it.

“You keep thinking those thoughts so deeply, Mi Amor, and you’ll drown in them.” Luis says, voice adorned with its typical playful edge, but he cares. His eyes show that he cares.

Leon snorts, “I can swim, y’know.”

Luis just smiles and shakes his head, then, a playful tut, “Even the best swimmers drown, Sancho.”

“Tell me, Leon, what is it you want?”

Leon opens his mouth; “I just want…”

You.

You.

I just want you.

But the words don’t come out.

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“I could kiss you senseless,” Luis says again, but this time—

This time blood spills with every word, a strained cough, this time, Leon is begging the world, don’t take this sinner from me, not yet.

“Don’t talk,” Leon speaks, a pleading crack in his voice that betrays the way he tries to keep his hands steady, but the wetness in his lashes is not something he can hide.

“Don’t cry, Mi Vida— Don’t cry,” Luis soothes, eyes fixed on Leon, watching, admiring, adoring. “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands.”

Leon laughs. Soft. Disbelieving, because even with his last breaths, Luis is reciting sappy poetry to him.

So Leon leans in.

And—

He kisses him. He kisses Luis and he tastes blood on his lips.

He tastes something he can’t have. He tastes Luis.

You can’t force the stars to align when they’ve already died.

“Leon?” Luis asks, calls for him in his time of dying, voice so soft and fragile that it makes Leon ache. “Yes, Luis?”

“I’ll tell every star about you.”

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don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying. MJJW

-Delrouge

Hello I have the plague rn (Exaggeration) but I did my best,,

"You're acting like you don’t know, honey," Moonjo said softly, voice coated with something darker than usual. “Like I’m the only one here with secrets.”

Jongwoo sat rigid, his fists clenched tight enough that his knuckles were pale. His breath came in shallow bursts, the weight of the past days pressing down on him more than ever.

“I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his words betraying him with an edge of panic.

Moonjo leaned forward, his smile widening ever so slightly, as though savoring the tension. "Oh, but you do," he murmured.

"Don’t look at me like I’m the only one lying, honey.”

Jongwoo swallowed, his throat tight, “I’m not like you,” Jongwoo said, Moonjo chuckled low, the sound a mixture of something fond and amused—

“I’m not like you," Jongwoo repeated, more firmly this time, even though doubt crept into his voice.

Moonjo tilted his head, his gaze studying him with unnerving intensity. "We’ll see how long you can keep telling yourself that.”

The silence stretched on, thick with all the things left unspoken. Jongwoo wanted to leave, to escape, but something kept him there; someone.

Maybe it was the fear of what Moonjo might do if he walked away. Maybe it was the fear of what he might do.

Jongwoo opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips. There was no escaping now. Moonjo had already won. And maybe, just maybe, he had wanted to lose all along.

Maybe winning was never an option. And Jongwoo knew that better than anyone.

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—Meowww

@abagofteeth <3

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“ your heart is beating so fast right now “ brim :3 thank uuu

!! Here you go!

Prompt— Your heart is beating so fast right now.

Pairing— Brian Thomas x Tim Wright (Marble Hornets)

CWs— None

Tim says it softly. Like a fact, not a question.

Like he’s reading it straight from the rhythm of Brian’s ribs.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

It hits Brian like a slap made of moonlight. Cold and bright and holy.

“Is it?” he says, voice too high, too casual, too guilty. He laughs, awkward, breathless. “Weird. That’s weird. Probably caffeine. Or dehydration. Or—what’s the word—existential terror.”

Tim doesn’t blink. Doesn’t smile. Just keeps looking at him, eyes slow and dark like he’s studying a storm from the eye of it. Unmoving.

Unshaken.

And Brian is all tremor.

He’s bouncing one leg, chewing the inside of his cheek, fingers twitching like they’re searching for a grip on something solid. He wants to say it’s nothing. That he’s just jittery. That Tim being this close—bare-kneed, soft-shouldered, smelling like smoke and safety and sleepless nights—it’s fine.

But it’s not fine. It’s never been fine. It’s—

“You do this to me,” Brian blurts, helpless. “You just—sit there and exist and my heart goes into overdrive like it’s trying to warn me I’m in love with a natural disaster.”

Tim blinks. Once. “You think I’m a natural disaster?”

Brian waves a hand. “The nicest kind. Like a solar flare. Or a tsunami that reads poetry.”

Tim blinks again.

Brian buries his face in his hands. “I don’t even know what that means. I think I’m broken. You broke me with your thighs and your sarcasm and your existential calm.”

Tim leans a little closer, and Brian hears it again—quiet, observational, amused now:

“Your heart is still beating too fast.”

Brian peeks out from behind his fingers. “Well, yeah. You got closer.”

Tim hums. “You really like me.”

Brian swallows. “Like is a weak word. I’m trying not to die over here.”

Tim doesn’t respond right away. Just reaches out, gently, and presses two fingers to Brian’s pulse point like he’s testing it.

“Fast,” he murmurs again. “But not fatal.”

Brian grins, nervous and giddy. “Not yet.”

Tim finally, finally smiles. Small, crooked, impossible to look away from.

“Guess we’ll see if it kills you when I kiss you.”

Brian’s brain flatlines.

And Tim—well.

Tim finally leans in.

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Hey.

Name’s Tim Wright.

Yeah, that Tim Wright. Or maybe not. Depends who you ask.

If you’ve found this blog; Either you’re curious, lost, or you really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. That last one’s my personal favorite.

Ask if you want.

Maybe I’ll answer. Maybe I’ll stare at your message and reconsider my faith in humanity. Flip a coin.

Extra from the admin;

Hey there! I’m the admin behind this blog, I’m 20, She/Her pronouns. You can call me Admin, Mod, God, or your new best friend.

This is an in-character ask blog for Tim Wright, who I portray as:

→ 26 years old

→ Indigenous

→ A system (DID); Masky is an alter, who I will refer to as Ammon on this blog.

⚠️ This blog deals with horror themes, mental illness, trauma, and the occasional eldritch situation in a Circle K parking lot. You’ve been warned.

Ask away! He might even answer you.

Eventually. Begrudgingly.

(You can ask me stuff too if you like. I don’t bite!)

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TIM!! This guy is so hard to draw..

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Why do you draw Tim so dark that is a white man

Not in my world homie 💯

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—And I miss my lover, man.