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she is still but a child

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bzzt

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suddenly regained consciousness hi

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I think I might be a Lesbian, any tips?

how's the weather in Mytilene this time of year

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YALL

UAYAYYAYYYY ACKNOWLEDGED BY TROY !!!!!!!1!

u uwawa uwa

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mufin ^_^

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What is the gayest thing you've ever done

co-write and co-star in "marble hornets" apparently

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an addition to my prior post

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u uwawa uwa

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if you could rename masky and hoodie (bc the fandom is so original) what would you name them instead

jerry and kevin

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hihihihi art dump !!! feel free to reach out to meee

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YAY COLORS !!!! (trying out comm banner ....)

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Had lots of fun playing with the stylization in this one 🌙👻✨

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candeee ^_^

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"guys we have to defeat the operator!" Jay yelled.

Smirking, Tim stepped forward, "we have a secret weapon- the power of the marble hornets!"

Jay gasped as Tim unleashed the powers of friendship and the operator fucking exploded

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What if instead of collecting slendermans 8 pages you had to collect gyatmans 8 brain rots?

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thinking about being a childhood friend of Toby’s… and then making your way onto the proxy’s hit list in the future bc you just couldn’t stop searching for the boy that just up and vanished from your life

being the one to keep the town plastered in missing posters that bear his name and a picture of him from years ago. you know he probably doesn’t even look like that anymore, but it’s all you have.

constantly tracking down leads, searching out people who were there that night - who had to have seen something, anything - not realizing that the more you dig the bigger the target on your back became.

Toby didn’t know who you were when he got the mission. Any lingering memory of you buried deep, deep down where he could never find it. He hadn’t asked why he needed to kill you, he never asked that about any of his victims - after so many years in the business, it didn’t matter whether they were a good person or not. If the boss wanted them dead, then they had to die. Simple as that.

He’d creep into your house one night through an unlocked window. The same, family home that you had grown up in. The entire time he traversed it, he’d have this strange sense of uncanny familiarity prodding at his skull. Like some sick form of deju vu, his body knowing that he’s been here before, but his mind too shackled to realize why.

It only got worse once he reached your bedroom. The scent of you immediately hitting him like a truck - sending him into a fit of twitches so violent he nearly dropped his hatchets and woke your sleeping body.

His head pounding, thoughts screaming louder and louder with each step forwards - not even realizing he had stopped breathing until he starts to feel dizzy.

Who the fuck were you? And why did his body know you?

Staring down at you through his goggles, the image of you tinted vibrant orange, fingers gripping his weapons so tight his knuckles turned white. Lying there so peacefully, none the wiser to the volatile bundle of emotions that was the man above you.

After a few moments of just… staring at you, unblinking, Toby would finally manage to shake himself free of this strange shock you had sent him into. Head still pounding, ears still ringing, but he lifted his blade anyway. Because well, he had a job to do. And maybe, getting rid of you would be good for him as well, with the adverse reaction he seemed to be having.

And he’s just about to do it. Just about to slice through that pretty little head of yours, when he sees it.

Sees a picture of him, on your bedside table. Grinning back at him like a taunt. With his arm slung around your shoulders, like being close to someone was something that came easy to him.

His eyes would flicker between the picture and you. Because that was definitely you, just a few years younger - but was that really him? A softer version of him, that still knew how to smile? How to laugh? With skin unblemished where his own face was now shredded and mangled?

He knew it must be. He wasn’t too far removed to not recognize his own face, but it felt like staring at a doppelgänger.

At some version of him, who had known what life really had to offer.

A version of him, that knew you.