#Operation Ark

[marble-theez-hornuts]

The Thre Graces

These three drawings where made for the commemoration of the aniversary of marble hornets, i hope you all like them. -J.V

Masky | Timothy Wright

To The Ark | Skully

Brian Thomas | Hoody

Made by @jax-vizzo

[brokenpuns]

Forgetting to post lately who gaf

[creative-clawmarks]

If Alex ate so much of her like that, I'm assuming that also implies that there wasn't enough left for the operator, but also not enough for skully to salvage either?

Oh, to be clear, Alex devoured her like that because he believed it would keep her out of the Operator's clutches.

That doesn't mean he was right.

[prismolovesfanfiction]

I went to The Ark and all i got was this mask

[villruu]

Really nice guy who hates only you Alex x Brian?

Anon, anon... Listen, um. Well, this originally had more of a comedic vibe with timetravel splashed in, but then "the red means I love you" snuck up on me and suddenly this happend. I, um. Well.

Enjoy timetravel doomed brilex??

On AO3

This contains canon-typical violence :)

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Alex woke up slowly, woozy and trembling.

His whole body felt off-putting, numb and cold and not entirely his own. It was dark and humid, damp in the way cement only knew how to be, the slight scent of mold typical of abandoned buildings that Alex had come to learn intimately as he searched locations for his film.

Where… where was he?

Last he remembered he had gone to sleep. And, it had been a good dream. There hadn’t been any weird creature in the distance, he hadn’t felt angry, everyone was working together and, and it was just him and his friends having a good time. Brian had been there too, joking, close to him in a way he hasn’t been since he had fallen sick a few weeks ago.

Alex tried to move, but his body felt too slow, muscles barely twitching even as Alex forced himself as much as he could.

It was cold. Too cold.

Was it still night? Where was he? 

He had his pajamas on, though no socks. He didn’t have his glasses on either. When Alex tried again to move, he found something digging painfully into his wrists. Plastic and hard, almost threatening to cut into his skin with each slight movement.

Where the fuck was he?

Steps. The crushing of glass beneath shoes. The swish of clothes moving.

“Hello?” Alex called, voice thin and fearful, “Who’s there?”

Silence.

“Hello?” He repeated, “I… I need help.”

Silence again.

The darkness was absolute. Was even someone there, or was Alex imagining it? 

Alex trembled.

Steps again, closer and closer until Alex could swear he could feel the warm emanating from another living being. Fear sprang to life inside him as a sudden light turned on, the flash blinding him momentarily, leaving him reeling with a pained yelp.

With watering eyes, Alex slowly adjusted to the harsh white light shining on his face. A figure stood in front of him, obscured in the shadows produced by the strong light. It was a flashlight, Alex noticed distantly somewhere in his panic, a big and clunky one, the kind that hikers like to get.

All Alex could see were the dirty black gloves of the figure, covered in dust and some liquid that looked almost black in the light that reflected on the flashlight.

“Who… Who are you?” Alex rasps, voice gaining confidence the longer he goes on, “Did… Did you take me? Where am I? What is this place? What did you do to me—”

Alex’s is abruptly cut off as something whacks him across the face. He groans, wishing he had his hands free to rub at his face. Something wet dripped from his nose, probably blood since Alex doubted it hadn’t been broken, a deep ache coming from his cheek where he had been struck first.

The flashlight looked scuffed on the edges, now.

He has a million questions to ask, a thousand words to say, but he keeps quiet, now weary, like a dog who suddenly learned its owner is also capable of kicking it and not only petting it.

Why is he here? Why him, why out of anyone, him?

The figure doesn’t move. Alex doubts they are even breathing, so still and silent as they are now. Alex watches in silence as they take something from their pocket, probably, the sound of an object dragging across, the shift of clothes. 

A glint of silver. A metal barrel.

A gun, in front of his face.

Alex stays still, frozen, watching the weapon with wide eyes.

“Are….You…” Alex whispers as the gun gets closer to his face, the hand holding it as steady as a mountain.

His dad taught him how to fire a gun, before coming to college. They had spent an entire day practicing with cans and glass bottles near his grandpa’s, in an empty lot close to the forest. His dad had proclaimed that in a state like Alabama, it was best he knew how to defend himself, and had even given him a gun, which Alex kept locked up and hidden deep beneath mountains of trash in the small shed of the house. 

Alex had never gotten over the shakiness of holding onto a real gun.

He wondered how this figure managed to do so.

He can see the edges of the sleeve now, a faded orange, dirty and scuffed. 

The silence stretches between them, like an eternal graveyard.

“This is for the best,” The figure tells him. The voice is familiar, extremely so, but Alex first processes the movement of the gun.

In a fit of desperation, Alex throws his head forward, the metal of the gun colliding painfully with his temples. There’s the sound of metal falling onto the floor, but any relief is short-lived, as the flashlight is brought down on his face again. He struggles, as the flashlight falls to the ground and rolls a few feet away.

He can see the figure more clearly, a dirty faded hoodie, some dirty jeans, scuffed shoes. They lean down, grabbing their gun, and all the fighting abruptly leaves Alex’s body as the figure stands up and the light is finally shining on their face.

Hazel eyes, deep bags, pale face, brown hair. It’s a familiar face. It’s a face that Alex has seen for almost 5 years, it’s a face Alex trusts, it’s the face of his friend.

It 's Brian.

(It’s Brian, Brian his best friend, Brian who he knows from highschool, Brian who he spent countless nights studying with for midterms, Brian who was with him when he adopted Rocky, Brian who joined his film when nobody else would, Brian who found other actors for him.

Brian who everyone loves. Brian who’s the social butterfly of their college. Brian, who Alex trusts with his life. Brian, who has a million friends and yet always makes time for him. Brian, who makes Alex feel like he is seeing the world again. Brian, who Alex can't never stop admiring. Brian, who he loves.

Brian, who is pointing a gun at him. 

Brian, who is probably the one who dragged him here. 

Brian, who he thought was his friend.)

“...Brian?” Alex yet still dares to say, as if hoping saying the name of the other would stop this nightmare, would make the scowling person in front of him transform back into his friend.

Brian stares at him and looks briefly at the flashlight, before simply moving until they’re staring at each other. Alex stares into the sunken gaze of his friend, and wonders what happened. 

“Brian…?” He repeats.

All he gets is a kick to the side, leaving him dropped on his side, curled up like a dying larvae, wheezing.

Brian steps closer. He is standing right above him, gun steady as it points directly at Alex’s head. His eyes are hard and dark.

“Brian,” Alex breathes out, breathing noisily in and out to try and ignore the pain radiating from their side, “Brian, I don’t understand…”

“You know,” Brian says absently, voice light, “It’s a good thing I got dropped back now rather than later.”

Brian smiles. It is not a nice smile.

“After all, who would believe that sweet, naive Brian would ever do anything to hurt his friend? Everyone knows he would die for them,” He gives a bitter laugh, and Alex swears that in the dim lightning his eyes shine almost red, “No, people will just assume whatever else. And after I take care of a few more things, that thing will never hurt another, and neither will you.”

“...You see it too?” Alex said, confused and hurt and unsure, “That, that guy, the one in the—”

“Shut up,” Brian spits, after he kicks him again, “I don’t need it coming to look into what’s happening now.”

Brian gives a brief look around, and Alex shudders, staring at the tall figure in the back, but Brian doesn’t see it, or if he sees it, he doesn’t react.

“I don’t understand…” Alex repeats, voice thin and unsure, “Brian you, you know how to stop this? how to, how do I stop seeing it—?”

Another kick.

“I said, Shut. Up.” Brian snarls, voice dripping hatred in a way Alex had never thought possible, “You don’t deserve help, Kralie. You, you fucked everything up before… If it weren’t for you…”

Brian shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter,” He says, “With you gone, the group will not stay together. Tim will clearly not keep contact except with me, maybe, and will not spread it anymore. I’ll have to make sure Jay keeps his distance, permanently if necessary, but, right now, the only thing I need to do is get rid of you.”

The gun clicks, safety finally off.

Alex whimpers, static building up in the back of his head as he stares up at the barrel of the gun.

“Goodbye, Kralie.”

The static builds up into a screech, a high pitched screaming that builds up and up and up, and Alex Kralie knows no more.

[marbleknight]

i'm still so upset clearlakes44 got cancelled and we never got the full story

[drrealityslenderverse]

Updated Map!

Updated map of the ARK for my Glitchedverse AU/comic

Features locations from: Everyman HYBRID, Marble Hornets, Creepypasta, Whispered Faith, Tribe Twelve, and some OC based locations

What's new:

Imagery was updated/cleaned up/added

New location! -> Portal to the Old Dimension/Alastor’s Domain

[marblehornetskinfessions]

ghghghbgbgh- i just saw the offering hug tag yes please i don't have anywhere else to mope about in, and y'all are nice :'< grgjghhgg- guilt is less guilt rn but agjghjghghhhh???

– Operator 📼🌲

Hugs!!

[wychelm]

Absolute roller coaster of a day man, these animals are running me ragged

[dizzydennis]

Do you remember, Sonic the Hedgehog: Operation ARK Fall?

This 2014 spin-off was the most tone deaf idea SEGA ever had for the franchise. It was a third person shooter where you played as a G.U.N. Soldier and worked with a squad of 3 other soldiers. Your names were Charlie, Keith, Ash, and Bob. You battled against the Black Arms, Eggman Robots, Echidna Clans, Artificial Chaos and even Gizoids. You had missions where you fought against an invasion in Westopolis, saved civilians in Central City, escaped the bombing of Prison Island, and even raided the ARK.

It was extremely dark and surprisingly violent. The Project Shadow mission was in poor taste. It even had an online component that was only updated for about 4 months before being abandoned. The last update included an asymmetrical multiplayer mode where one person played as Shadow the Hedgehog.

The game is often regarded as the black sheep of the Sonic franchise. People rarely talk about it and it’s often forgotten as it was just chasing trends and didn’t have any idea how to use the source material.

The music was pretty good though.

[fereldenshero]

my hopes and dreams for the mh comics is that jess finally calls tim (bc i SEE his name in her contacts. it drives me crazy every time) and asks for his help to kill the operator <3 and well should he be the one to deliver the final, killing blow then who am i to complain

[sillyr4wr]

i rly dont know how i feel about him

[sanriohorror]

Im planning and writing a fanfiction for Tim Wright and I have two separate ideas on how to start it.

Im really wondering if my OC and Tim should meet before, during or after Marble Hornets. My current draft is featuring after the fact but now as I flesh my character out more and more in my head im considering scrapping it…

idk im so indecisive 😭

[viscerast]

anyone else about to have a mass housing crisis in their headspace

[muttlyparasitic]

Sasheairo hates being under the influence of the Operator, the mask is extremely uncomfortable since its molded into its skin.

Sasheairo is an ark entity

[drrealityslenderverse]

Into the Ark pt. 114

Ash is going to have to watch their back after a threat like that

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