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Marble Hornets sideblog penned by spider ! low low low low activity. 32, its/itself
tim / jay / alex / brian / evan (not currently writing HABIT)
going to the Ark with @d0ingfine
the brian patrick to my tim && the dr corenthal to my evan, @musecastle
evan's beloathed shadow, @antlurabbit
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-- no, no, no, he wasn't supposed to be doing this anymore.
the cracked concrete ceiling started back at him impassivly. The abandoned building didn't care if he lived or died. There was something wrong with his body but he was too panicked to feel it. Just the warm sticky bloodsoaked denim. He stated back up at the ceiling again, tried to ignore the way his knee was bent.
That mask that had been following him around was clutched to his chest like a teddy bear. He let go, heard it drop to the side. Plastic thunked against the drywall scraps.
Ti.m winced, grabbed his phone. Yeah that sounded about right: the million unanswered calls to Bria.n going back months ago, a few to his therapist. The safety net that was burning up in front of his eyes just like Ro.sswood --
He was near Rossw.okd, could feel it in his chest as he dialed the last thread in his safety net. An old buddy.
"Aren't you too young t'be taking a smoke break with the adults?" "Shut up, I need the fresh air." He'd scowled as he kept his eyes on the trees. He'd been here longer than Marc-Jake-Steve, knew the nurses enough to get special favors, especially since he'd stopped running away after the new meds. (They were saying he could get out soon, maybe try for his GED) "Still looking for your imaginary friend?" Jake muttered. Saw him turn a bit, scanning the trees as well. Tim spared a glance away from the trees to see the sunlit shiloette of the cabbie hat. "Dunno, you still chasing after your bird god?" "Hey, at least mine has a face." "Dont think a beak counts as a face either, man." Jake had laughed at that, patted his shoulder.
In the present, with eyes on the bloodied concrete block he'd gotten his leg smashed in with, he pressed dual on the old number.
Clinging to the last thread of safety and hope with each ring of the phone.
They hadn't kept in close contact. Last time he'd called had been a few years ago, A.lex had been working on that movie and he'd called Marc to celebrate, something about acting tips and finally making friends who weren't tied to the hospital. They kept in touch as much as their separate lives could allow.
"H-- hey. Marc. Marc, right? It's, it's Tim. From-- uh. Y'know. Hey, sorry it might be late but ... Y'free? I'm -- I'm in a bit of a bind." Tried to keep the edge of panic out of his voice.
The mask stared at him blankly.
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Thomas Fuchs, Ecology of the Brain
was laughing at this clip earlier so i made a gif out of it since i don't think i've seen one already. we were THIS close
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What did amateur filmmakers ever do to you
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some marble hornets sketches :DD
never forgetting my roots frfr
mask cant hide a bleeding heart
Tim wright study
the way my new stigmata wonβt heal.. sorry for being so pious i guess
On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.
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Come on man, no pain no gain, told himself that a million times at the gym, right?
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Emo emo emo about Evan and toxic masculinity and how he found a home in gym culture and now he's using the comforts of that old safety net to console himself through this experience (both HABIT in general but also specifically this thing w Vi)
She'd wondered why he'd let her stay in bed, allowed her body to rest over his borrowed one. Usually, she'd be used and put aside, able to roam to her heart's content or locked away until he needed her again for something or other. It'd been so strange to fall asleep beside him, but she'd been too exhausted to reject it. Dealing with the aftermath had just been too much to so much as consider.
By the time she's pinned in place, she knows exactly why. Her immediate reaction is to panic and squirm, attempting to free herself of a grip she knows very well is too strong for her. She wants to know what's going on, still a little exhausted, still in pain, wondering who she's dealing with. When only silence comes to greet her, she knows. She knows.
"I'm sorry-" She whimpers and the words feel empty no matter how much guilt she fills them with. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"
Jury's out on the necessity of the apology, but her internal gallery of judgmental peers has already made their call. She did what she did β laid there and took it and tried to enjoy whatever she could therein. There lays her sin: trying to find something, anything to cling to in her disastrous life and hurting the only one she truly cared about in the process. All impulse and bad decisions, she is and always has been and very likely would always be.
"Evan," She gasps his name like she truly can't fucking breathe. "Please- Tha' hurts-"
And it's true. Not wholly the fault of his forceful rutting. HABIT liked to play rough with his toys. Liked to make her bleed when he fucked her, leave her tight cunt sore and raw. She's sure Evan's body isn't in much better shape, not after all the beating and screwing it'd been used for.
Of course he only gets the memories that paint her in the worst light. Natural that he never see the snot crying, the pleading, the way she misses him when he's not around. The way she misses him right now as her skull cracks against the headboard, worsening a pre-existing ache.
"Nnno- nonono- please, not like him-"
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he wants to fuck her hard, rough, ruin and wreck her.
the angry fire in his gut is willing but the body is weak, burnt out, exhausted. His voice is a fried rasp of poat-HABITS theatrical shouting, his own panting, and the feeling in his throat that's not, not, not, definitely not sorrow or shame and instead a rage, fury, swallowing the knot in his throat--
"not like him? you want me t'fuck ya all pissed off like I am? I ain't about to be lovey dovey. You gonna beg me to be gentle with you after..."
After you--
After he--
He swallows the acid down.
He paused for a moment, watches her catching her breath, her shoulders and ribcage expanding and shaking beneath him. He drags himself out, slowly, watches the tension building in her as she knows what's coming and he slams into her once, forces himself to bottom out into her. A heavy grunt as, God God God she feels amazing he wishes he wasn't so used and abused right now, wishes he could enjoy this properly. Wishes his body didn't feel like a raw flayed nerve ending. But he's gotta make her pay, make her cry. he pushes himself through the pain and lets out a shaky, exhausted grunt right at her ear.
Come on man, no pain no gain, told himself that a million times at the gym, right? Not sure if he's muttered it out loud to her in this moment.
something something the arc vi and Evan go on in Evans mind From not just like "I hate her" but specifically the queerness of it
seeing vi as this slut that's helped take his happiness & peace from him / eventually she becomes this trophy/prize/idealized woman as they case each other across interations & then in candleverse she finally becomes this like Complex Human being in his eyes / I haven't quite decided on his gender sexuality journey but also God they're just so queer and he starts to love her in a deeper "I want this person to be by my side forever as a whole complex person" / uhhh the rest of this idea or story arc is kinda blurry and still being written but I just think Evans journey processing his Toxic Masculinity / mild Mysoginy / coming to terms w the various types of assault he's been thru but in parallel w his relationship w Vi.
Does this make sense please tell me this makes sense oh my god.
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i can understand the trials but were the tribulations really necessary
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