#Mh fic

[fr4nkie0stein]

pls can we have holt/jackson dating witch gn reader where they get into a fight but ends with fluff I understand if not but thank you for reading :)

Yes of course! Please enjoy :3

Apology Accepted

Pairings: Holt Hyde x gender neutral witch reader, Jackson Jekyll x gender neutral witch reader

Summary: when you and Holt get into a fight, Jackson takes over to help apologize

Content warning(s): mentions of a fight, fluffy ending as requested :3

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You loved both of your boyfriends, but sometimes Holt could be a bit much. Take for example earlier that day. You'd been trying to practice some spells for homework but kept getting distracted because of how loud his music was.

Holt got upset when you asked him to turn it down, and it escalated into a fight pretty quickly. You grabbed your stuff and left, deciding to finish your work somewhere else. Part of you wanted to go back and apologize, but your pride wouldn't let you, especially when it was technically his fault.

"Hey," Jackson's soft voice called out as he hesitantly approached you. "I just wanted to come and apologize. I- I know it wasn't my fault, technically, but I still feel really bad."

A faint smile formed on your face at his attempted apology. "It's fine. I'm not that upset, I just needed to get some air. I forgive you, both of you, so don't worry."

It was as if a weight had been lifted from Jackson's shoulders. Sure, he wasn't the one who caused you to be upset, but he still couldn't help but feel just a tad bit guilty for it happening. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Do- do you want to hang out again, maybe?"

You let out a quiet chuckle at his bashful nature. No matter how long you'd been together, he still always got so nervous around you. "Absolutely. I'd love nothing more."

Fin ××

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[dolorum-magne]

I just finished chapter 1 of the ghost Jay fic I’ve been working on for months!! It will be posted tomorrow!!

I am very excited to finally be posting this this is the first fic Ive written in a very long time and I am incredibly proud of it.

The title is Remnants and is a Jam fic starts around entry 82, roughly 2 months since Jays death. So excited to share this, can’t wait to post it but it will have to wait for tomorrow because I finished this at 1am and I am very tired lmao

Stay tuned for that!

Edit: forgot to go back and add it after I posted it yesterday!

I did make a separate post about it, but here’s the link to the fic!!

[marbleknight]

new marbleknight fic just dropped hollyyy shittt. wasn't gonna post this but i was asked for it. jam fic, tim having a panic attack, hurt/comfort, you get it. go eat! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57840781

[rattfreakk]

I had this fic idea of tim and robin going through robin’s old high school photos and having a realization about how miserable she used to be and being grateful for where she is now.

[givemeureyes]

so… i finally posted that fic that i promised forever ago. maybe give it a read?

[iamther0t]

Everything Is Fine -- [ Marble Hornets Oneshot ]

Basically, a bit of the aftermath from after entry 87, from Tims pov! its very short T_T

Word Count: 530

Warnings: Pills, sort of vague gore, mentions of murder

Genre: Angst

POV: Tim Wright

Dealing with the aftermath of…everything had become quite the challenge for Tim.

He had a vague idea of how to deal with some of it; drowning himself in pills and trying to remind himself it’s over now were two things he’d grown comfortable doing.

Sometimes, they worked to help him, even if it’s just a little bit, but other times they just aren’t enough.

He’d resorted back to bad habits some nights where nothing else helped. But even that just numbed him, if anything.

He hadn’t had another night where he woke up in an unspecified location with a mask strapped to his face in a few months. Sure, it was great that it hadn’t happened in so long, but the on-edge feeling of not knowing when, or if it was gonna happen again was like a ticking time bomb; or a disaster waiting to happen.

Despite the constant worrying and anxiety, things felt normal for Tim.

Too normal.

It felt like every night he was curled up in the corner of his room, clutching whatever weapon was closest to him and just waiting for that thing to come back, things got both increasingly less, yet more normal.

His new doctor tried reassuring him that so long as he kept taking his medication, it wouldn’t come back. It wouldn’t just show up out of the blue.

While that helped with the paranoia of The Operator coming back, he didn’t have anyone to reassure him that Alex Kralie was truly dead.

Not Jay.

Not Brian.

Not Jessica.

Not even himself.

When he said that phrase over and over, Alex is dead. He’s not coming back, he felt it starting to work.

And when he started calming down, and feeling just the slightest bit safer in his apartment, he felt the blood on his hands.

His knuckles turning white from his grip on the tiny pocket knife as he plunged it deep into Alex’s chest.

Alex’s corpse laying there unconscious.

Passing out on the stairs.

That’s why he moved.

A fresh start, where he wouldn’t be swarmed with old memories and people that he wished he’d never met, for his sake and theirs.

Where, maybe, everything could be normal.

Tim had got his wish.

Everything was normal.

But he was still the same.

A new town wouldn’t erase his past and what he did.

He knows Alex deserved it. He knows it was his only choice. He knew the moment he saw Jay bleeding out on the floor, a bullet wound pierced through him.

Alex was dangerous, and so was The Operator.

Tim just wished he wasn’t the one to have finished the job.

These thoughts haunted him at night, and even at day, too. An increased heart rate, sweaty palms, hyperventilating as he tried to get out, get out, get out–

He’d grown to know the feeling all too well.

So, as he kept a normal routine, living in his apartment in a normal town while he worked a normal job and was surrounded by normal people, he had technically gotten what he wanted.

He wanted normal.

He wanted everything to be fine.

And, it was.

It is.

Everything is fine.

[squipedmew]

so help me god i will learn to draw different body types if it kills me

had to do it

[camthecatchameleon]

im going insane and can't stop thinking about this au idea. uhh marble hornets but they were in marching band together not film school

please don't tag as creepypasta smiles :)

alex - battery (snare)

jay - flute

tim - clarinet

brian - trumpet

seth - front ensemble (synth)

jessica - saxophone (tenor)

sarah - color guard

amy - not in the band (theatre kid)

[soaplickerrr]

guys wtf happened to all the good creepypasta content😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

I JUST WANT MY SILLY SLENDERMANSION FANFICS BACK.

I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK

I WANT THIS FANDOM BACK TO WHAT IT WAS.

BUT I ALSO WANT GOOD CREEPYPASTA FICS

I ALSO WANT PEOPLE WHO WRITE REALISTIC HEADCANNONS TO STEP FORWARD AND KEEP DOING IT.

ITS TAKES ME HOURS OF SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR AND AO3 TO FIND SOMETHING THAT IS NOT HEADCANONS (too many headcannons EVERYWHERE.) AND ARE ACTUAL FICS THAT HAVENT BEEN DISCONTINUED.

I respect the people on tumblr who still write for the fandom so much 🫡🫡

Where did everyone who was in this fandom go??😟

At the same time, I’m a hypocrite because I keep writing headcanons too😔😔

[fr4nkie0stein]

Snowflakes in My Heart

Pairing: Abbey Bominable x gender neutral reader

Summary: you have a crush on Abbey, but she unfortunately doesn't seem to share the same sentiment

Content warning(s): pining, slight angst, (seemingly) unrequited love

Author's note: if you guys want I might end up making a part two 💙

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There she was. Abbey Bominable. You thought she was absolutely gorgeous, but were much too scared to make the first move, and Abbey's not a ghoul well known for her patience or understanding.

"What do you want?" She asked in a blunt, harsh tone when you'd approached, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared down at you with an unimpressed look on her face.

"Um..." She was intimidating, for sure. As if her personality wasn't off-putting enough as it is, she was also incredibly tall on top of that, towering over practically everybody she came across, and that included most teachers.

"Well?" She pressed impatiently, clearly not in the mood to wait for you to properly collect your thoughts. "If you have got something to say, then spit it out already. I do not have all day."

"You- you're really pretty," you finally stammered before quickly scurrying away, your face heating up as you kept your gaze focused on the ground.

Her eyes softened as she watched you leave, puzzled by the interaction that just took place. Why did you appear so nervous around her? Was it something she'd said? She'd have to get to the bottom of this...

Fin ××

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[champion-of-love]

Cupid, swirling around her sparkly pink drink as she talks: It took me fur-ever to learn all the fairy tales that my classmates had. And I'm sure there's boo-sands more I don't know!

Deuce, sitting on the same table as her and eating ambrosia-dipped treats: At least they only have one ending? That they're trying to break free from, I mean. I still can't wrap my mind around all the possible versions that my story could end up.

Manny, eating a spread of meat, cheese and fruit while occasionally sneaking a treat from Deuce's plate: Why'd your old man even decide to send you there? We're myths, not fairy tales.

Cupid, slamming her hands on the table to dramatize her point: Haven't you guys been listening to me? Like half of their stories end in tragedies. What's more Greek mythology than that?

[marbleknight]

hello! you may remember a fic i wrote a while ago called repent... i rewrote it! it’s a rewrite of entry 80 and my interpretation if alex was a religion fanatic... i hope you like it!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43528995

[rattfreakk]

I’m almost done with chapter 1 and tim is going through it so bad

[snakesandferns]

Got bored during class and doodled on the back of my syllabus. I apologize to the people sitting next to me that saw this.

some parts are inspired by my fic, others are just me messing around

[shitty-mh-aus]

au where they all just shoot the operator

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[whaliiwatching]

How do you think hurt/comfort noirpunk would go?

they deal with blegh days by distracting each other. crafts that require engagement like block print carving or making jewelry or other diy stuff, aimless conversation with the goal of making each other laugh.

bad days mean closing the blinds. less engaging activities like watching movies, sewing, lots of reassuring touch and just.. being there for each other. hobie strikes me as someone who prefers to talk—fuck suppressing your emotions until they rot—so he can air it all out, and it won’t fester inside him. he doesn’t like to be alone when he’s hurting, and loves staying in contact to help ground him. if he goes to make tea, noir will follow him and hold his hand as he goes about it. imo hobie is also more prone to crying; crying feels damn good, and noir’s sweater never minds the tears.

i think noir prefers to work through hurt internally, sitting with the emotion bc yknow, every emotion is part of living and just bc despair/anger/grief hurt doesn’t mean they’re Evil. he gets quiet, sometimes likes to be alone, but more often prefers to curl up with hobie, listening to him murmur reassurances (breathe, one step at a time, i will always be here, i love you), and stay like that until the world feels manageable again. he doesn’t cry often, but his voice does break, and he hides his face. usually in hobie’s hair or the crook of his neck. it helps remind him he’s not alone anymore.