#Mile mm14

[cybercore-creations]

Survivor's guilt

Summary: Those memories were now mere echoes of what they once were, fractured beyond repair.

Cw: Panic Attacks, Death, Gore, Implied Self Harm, The most mentally unstable man you've ever met /hj, Hurt NO comfort

Editor sat at his cluttered desk, the dim light of his monitor casting a faint glow on his face. He stared at the screen blankly as videos of Mile flashed by.

A profound sense of guilt gnawed at him, a relentless question echoing in his mind: How could he have let this happen? The weight of responsibility pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him. Why Mile? Why Aunt Penelope? Why his mom and his dad? Why not him? Why did he get to live when everyone he's ever loved has died.

"Happy birthday to you." Played through his head phones as his eyes focused on the screen. "Happy Birthday to you!" Mile sat at the kitchen table, a childlike excitement shining in their eyes, a wide grin stretching across their face as their Aunt Penelope entered the room, carrying a cake adorned with flickering candles. "Happy Birthday dear Mile. Happy Birthday to you!" He and Penelope sang. "Make a wish"

Editor slammed his laptop shut, the sound reverberating through the room. His desk quivered with the force of his hand. The abrupt silence that followed was deafening, a stark contrast to his his aunt's sweet voice that had been playing in his ears.

As he sat there in the dim room, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, he couldn't help but long for the innocence of those simpler times

Editor knew pain better than he knew himself. Every step was a new festering blister inside of him. Those memories, once vibrant and alive, were now mere shadows of what they once were. Time had worn away their edges, like old photographs faded by the sun. They were fractured, shattered into countless fragments that seemed impossible to piece back together. The very essence of what had once brought him happiness had been irreparably damaged, leaving behind unhealed wounds.

The feelings he worked so hard to bury within himself resurfaced with cruel clarity, as if demanding to be acknowledged. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he balled hia fists, knuckles turning white.

His eyes involuntarily unfocused, blurring the room around him. The world outside seemed distant and disconnected as his mind was filled with looping images of death. The bloodied trash bag, charred skin on unidentifiable bodies, the disgusting grin on Mile's face. Like they were proud of what they'd done. Not Mile. Host. He ways tried to correct himself but despite it being an entirely different person, That was still the soft face of his younger sibling. The demented acts forever stuck to their appearance.

His heart pounded against his chest as he felt his body start to shake. His breathing became labored and shallow. His eyes burned with unshed tears. He knew he was losing it, but he couldn't stop it. The memories were too strong. Editor had to be strong. He always had to be the strong one. He forced himself to take a deep breath, his chest expanding as he exhaled. Editor stood up, his legs trembling as he walked to the door. He opened it and walked out into the hall. The door to his room was cracked open, allowing the light from the hallway to stream into the room.

He could hear his aunt's voice singing, Mile's laughter and the happy barks of their dog. He could hear every single moment that had happened in this hallway. Every single moment he'd relive in his head, desperately trying to grasp his once put together life.

There was another layer to these memories, a dark undercurrent that threatened to consume him. He saw the subtle changes in Mile, the signs that something was terribly wrong. The memories of that day when everything had unraveled. He couldn't escape the guilt that had plagued him since that day, the relentless questioning of why he had survived when they hadn't. The pain of those memories was like a physical weight, pulling him down.

Each mark danced on his body, another tally marking off the time since then. As Editor traced the scars with his fingertips, the memories flooded back with renewed intensity. He could almost feel the searing heat of the flames that had consumed their home, the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh. The images of Mile's face, twisted by whatever malevolent force had possessed them, were seared into his mind.

Editor knew that there would be no happy ending for him. The scars on his body were a testament to the enduring agony he carried. In the hallway, the echoes of his family's joy and laughter played like a cruel trick on his mind. He longed for the innocence of those simpler times, but he was forever tainted by the darkness that he was forced into.

With trembling legs, he retreated back into his room, closing the door behind him. The solitude offered no solace, only a suffocating sense of isolation. The images of death continued to haunt him, and he realized that there would be no escape from the torment of his past.

[amonymous-mm14]

First fanart of Mile! Taken from a screenshot in episode 4 titled 28.10.22, which I assume is a date for October 28th last year, and judging by the texts that were posted here, I think it could be for a Halloween party! Super excited to see where this story goes!

[fishymom-art]

Она плавает в формалине//Несовершенство линий//Движется постепенно…//У меня её лицо, её имя//Свитер такой же синий//Никто не заметил подмены.

Flëur - Формалин (Formalin)

Original page of a bunch of sketches hehe

[mymovie14]

Some of you might know that @mutatedleemon made a game based on one of the videos! We did a stream recently where Lee showed us the game and here is the part with the it! Enjoy!

[dolorum-magne]

Ya'll please go watch [My Movie 14] over on YouTube, its an incredible ongoing slenderverse series created by @fishymom-art!

"[My Movie 14] is about a teenage paranormal YouTuber Mile, who died prior to the events of the series. Their brother, introduced as The Editor, finds their laptop and creates a channel as an archive. But he soon realises that there was something strange happening to Mile and decides to investigate it."

You can watch the series over on their YouTube channel here

And you can follow the official My Movie 14 tumblr for video updates and additional content at @mymovie14

It's such a good series, I'd definitely recommend checking it out! There's also an official discord server, so if you do like the series, you should be able to find a link to the server on the creators tumblr!(tagged above)

Version without the logo overlay below the cut

[nikolainationpresident]

They deserved so much better ❤️‍🩹

[thatchaoticace]

Spoilers for MM14 new video

Me at Amon:

[cryptiddrawings]

(MM14 Spoilers ahead)

Some SCCC and MM14 doodles for your troubles~

Feeding the MM14 (owned by the almighty @fishymom-art​) gays and snail with some drawings. I’m also doing some drawing my slenderverse project because I felt like it. 

If you guys want to look into my thing, it’s literally right here on tumblr 

[lovedbz1]

Eheheh

Don't question me why they're standing in the rain and not using their hood, they are simply vibing

Everyone should check out @mymovie14 by @fishymom-art There's some interesting things there for sure!!

[nyc-looks]

Carlos, 24

“I’m wearing an MM14 Replica 70s sport jacket, CDG Homme Plus Sshirt, Levi jeans, Prada America’s Cup sneakers, and Muji tote. I’m very inspired by comfort and sport, I’ll make anything work as long as I like the piece and I can easily walk a mile in. And I love love love Brazilian club soccer jerseys.”

Mar 31, 2023 ∙ Chinatown

[cybercore-creations]

She's my muse

Summary: Mile leaves their sketchbook on the train, Cody just happens to find it.

Cw: None! Just cute Cody/Mile because they deserve to be happy

Mile had always been fascinated by the strangers who rode the train with them. To pass the time, they would discreetly sketch the strangers who sat beside them, capturing the essence of each passenger in their worn sketchbook. Among the countless faces they'd drawn over the years, there was one that had become their favorite – a girl with brown hair who sat across from them.

Cody was a regular passenger on the same train, always occupying the same seat. They had a certain charm, that drew Mile in like magnet.

Each day, as the train chugged along its tracks, Mile would discreetly sketch Cody, trying to capture the nuances of their appearance and the hidden personality behind those eyes. These sketches had become a cherished part of Mile's daily routine

Mile hurriedly exited the train trying to get home to finish the chores their aunt asked them to the night before. Just as the train pulled off they realized with a sinking feeling that they had left their precious sketchbook behind on the seat. Panic set in as they frantically searched their bag, hoping it'd be there, but it only confirmed that it was still on that train.

For days, Mile was consumed by anxiety and regret

As the days turned into weeks, they had all but given up hope of ever seeing their sketchbook again. Until they got on the train after school to see Cody, sketchbook in her hands. Mile stood wide eyed, cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment knowing their muse had every bit of the secret portraits in her hands.

Cody had a warm smile on her face as she approached Mile. She held out the sketchbook, and Mile took it with trembling hands, unable to believe their eyes. Their worn down sketchbook, filled with portraits of strangers and, more importantly, the sketches of Cody was back in their possession.

"Is this yours?" Cody asked,

Mile stammered in response, "Yes, it's mine. Thank you so much. I thought I had lost it forever."

Cody explained how she had found the sketchbook that fday on the train. She had recognized her own portrait and had been curious about the artist behind them. Cody had made it her mission to track down the owner and return the sketchbook.

Cody's eyes twinkled as she said, "Your sketches are incredible..."

Mile smiled awkwardly, feeling a mixture of relief "Uh Mile. My name" They had expected her to be creeped out. Any normal person would have been disturbed by the countless detailed drawings, but Cody's reaction was different. It was admiration. "Maybe one day I can actually model for you. Maybe at the Café on Main Street next weekend?" Mile smiled at the request. "I'd like that."

[thatoneslenderversefan]

Hmhmmmm any MM14 headcanons? Maybe for Host or Mile? Or just anyone you want!

YUHHH HEAD CANON TIME FOR MM14

Amon likes bird baths secretly

Host always has a blanket now.

Mile was definitely into minecraft

Editor/Leon used to have a bowl cut

Cody lost the voice due to mermaid magic

I can't think of much rn lolz just woke up and needz to eat lolz.

[viscerast]

everything would have been fine in mm14 if they just got mile a blanket send post

[fishymom-art]

The stream doodles! Surprisingly, not all of them are Marble Hornets XD

1. Alex and Amy! 2.The tunnel scene 3. THE HOODED GUY!!! 4. Mile and Cody cosplaying Jay and Masky ^^ 5. The Editor our beloved 6. SPAMTON G. SPAMTON???????

[dolorum-magne]

Happy Birthday Mile.

[thatchaoticace]

no matter the universe, Mile Pond can't catch a break