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+ the silly ending

Happy 15th anniversary ! <3

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bray teaming up art ideas. I like to portray hoody as a stoic person and barely smile if he with his friends (if you see him smile just assume that he did that on purpose to piss you off)

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@weepingwriter is to thank for these

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hoodie and jay the ultimate besties

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Boys on Film [WIP PREVIEW]

Jay Merrick x Hoodie, starring Alex Kralie

content/warnings: none for this preview, except minor hints of slightly toxic alex behavior, but there will be in the full fic

Stress.

That’s the only word for it, but it feels like a massive understatement. What Alex is experiencing is far more than a quickly approaching deadline or rush hour behind the counter of a fast food restaurant; not just stress, but damn near mortal peril, and it’s wearing on him, grinding him down to dust bit by bit. Anyone in this situation would be…tetchy, to say the least, but Alex’s strain often manifests itself as pure, unbridled rage, simmering at the surface of his mind and burning red hot. 

As one could imagine, this doesn’t exactly bode well for his cautious alliance with Jay. 

They’re both under tremendous pressure. They’re both struggling, they both need each other’s help…

…but God, he pisses Alex off. 

Sitting there with that empty, placid look on his face like he’s a million miles away, but still stone cold sober. Always fiddling with his camera and always asking once, twice, thrice to have what was just told to him explained again. The way he looks up at Alex with those big doe eyes that don’t know anything, that oblivious face that reminds Alex of those days in high school where they’d sit behind the bleachers and gaze silently at each other, both of them too afraid to lean in and just—

Stop, stop, stop. Just stop it. 

Alex huffs in annoyance, shaking his head as if shaking the thoughts out of his mind. He flops back onto his twin mattress, staring up at the plain white ceiling of his bedroom. This old house has been his only solace these past few weeks, his only place of safety; it’s almost odd being alone in it now, seeing as Jay’s been practically living with Alex as of late for his own safety and peace of mind. He’d shown up at Alex’s door in the dead of night, panting, terrified, and begging to spend the night. 

How could he say no?

He, perhaps too eagerly, invited Jay in, assuring him that he could stay as long as he needed. It was a bad idea, he realizes now, to allow Jay of all people into his domicile. Despite his constant self affirmations that everything from high school was in the past, where it belonged, suddenly being so close with Jay ignited an old flame deep inside of him. It burned just hot enough to make his insides uncomfortably warm, bringing beads of sweat to his forehead whenever he stood next to Jay for too long. The heat made him irritable—sometimes it turned him into a downright nasty jerk, and today his barely contained rage had really bitten him in the ass.

He hardly remembers what even started the fight. The massive amount of stress both he and Jay are under certainly helped it along, yes, but the inciting incident completely escapes him. All he remembers is yelling—no, screaming at Jay, hurling insults at him for being stupid and useless, dragging his feet while Alex was trying his damndest to just not die. Why can’t he just get off his ass and do something?!

The outburst of anger was short lived, but intense. It was as if the years’ worth of animosity that had been slowly piling up, like grains of sand pooling in the bottom of an hourglass one by one, had come crashing down. Old wounds were torn open without warning, gushing crimson and shooting a furious agony through him. Suddenly, he was 17 years old again, wrestling with his feelings and failing to find the impossible balance between Jay and himself and calculus homework and inevitable realizations. 

Suddenly, he was that angry teenage boy again. 

He hates that boy. He’s always hated him. He hated himself then, and he hates the person he used to be now. 

Alex groans in frustration at his own juvenile fury. He rubs his eyes as he huffs a heavy sigh, realizing how truly tired he is now that the anger isn’t pumping through his veins. The moment of him storming out of Jay’s house with one last glare over his shoulder replays over and over again in his mind, poking and prodding at his addled brain with spindly little needles of regret. 

He lets his hands fall limp once again. He lies there, lying flat on his back and looking up at nothing, for at least a few minutes. He’s not really sure why; perhaps something in his subconscious is trying to gain his attention, but is only strong enough to paralyze him with apathy. He doesn’t have the energy to wonder about that sort of thing right now, or address the slowly rising revelation that he is a giant asshole. 

He turns his head to the side, and lays there a few minutes more to debate his next course of action.

“…I should call Jay.” 

The words are painful in his throat. He barely manages to push them out, but it takes just a sliver of the guilty weight off his chest. Not nearly enough, though. 

He rolls his heavy body over to the opposite side, now facing towards his bedside table. He sucks in a deep breath, and it evacuates his chest lazily. The herculean task of reaching out and picking up his phone taunts him. 

Then, as if by some divine miracle, the moment his fingers twitch to life, his phone pings. 

He sits bolt upright, practically scrambling to grab the device off the bedside table. 

Jay must be texting him to talk about what happened; maybe he’ll just apologize and they can brush past it, after all it’s not like this is the first time Alex has had an outburst like that, and really, weren’t both of them at fault for—?

…An unknown number? 

Alex blinked a few times, staring down at the notification in confusion. It didn’t even look like a real phone number, just a random jumble of digits trying its best to imitate one. 

“What the hell…?”

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Really love your artstyle!!! Your poses and ship stuff are so cute, i like the sketchyness of the line art a lot. I was wondering if you would draw any timlex or brian/jay?

RAAA thank you sm i am glad you like em. couldn't think of anythin rq for timlex but heres some bray(?)s . get two cus i got one idea then friend gave me a diff one but i was too far ahead wit the first to delete it lol

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that one les yeux sans visage poster was cool

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Now for my other style

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Please give that Dawg estrogen she Need it

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[[ UNAWARE, I’M TEARING YOU ASUNDER ]]

// 15 years of Marble Hornets… I feel terribly old. So proud to have watched the fanbase for this series hold strong and grow over the years!

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1 brian brunch doodle for @mersei47 >:)

Thank you for bying me lunch 🙏

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ever think about what could’ve happened if alex had managed to get jay on his side?

i do. a lot.

nbc hannibal scenes used as reference cuz they’re so hannigram coded

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STIGMATA

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tgirl alex and tboy jay slaying their fits

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Piece I made for @theslenderversezine back in 2023

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