#Tim marble hornets

[junocandraw]

“ermmmm marble hornets isn’t creepypasta, tim, brian, and toby would never interact, and masky and hoodie aren’t prox-“ ☝️🤓

*banging pots and pans together* CLANG 💥CLANG 💥CLANG 💥CLANG 💥CLANG 💥 OHHHHH MY GOSH I KNOWWWW!!!!!!!!!! I KNOWWW!!!!!! OKAY??? ITS CALLED AN AU!!!!! ITS AN AU!!!! ITS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!

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the twins

[iamfartoolonelyformyowngood]

canon

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⚠️WIP 📷👁️

I have to study for a test, but I can’t stop that grind 💀

[jaymerrickscamera]

this is literally me n @arlozabonk !!!!

[vegan-peppermint]

In which Toby is kidnapping the reader.

Toby never wanted to hurt you. He's just young and stupid, too eager to prove to those creatures lurking in the shadows that he is cut from the same cloth as them.

It's been no more than two years since the fire swallowed his life whole, since the faceless figure first started treading on the edges of his mind. Every day spent in that eerie house, under the watchful eyes of his so-called "mentors," pushed him further from the boy he used to be. Tim's unbearable presence didn’t help—Toby had even toyed with the idea of doubling down on his pyromaniac tendencies.

Then The Operator spoke his name—his name alone. It wasn’t just a command in Toby's mind, more like a one-way ticket out of being a second-class proxy, lesser than the other two. This was his first solo mission, a validation of all the time and effort he'd poured into this twisted world. A reward.

You.

He at least had the courtesy to stalk you first. He tracked your habbits down, watching your work from across the street or joining you on your bus ride home on particularly uneventful evenings. He has been creeping closer, gliding from shadow to light and back into the dark- just like Hoodie had thought him.

Toby never wanted to scare you, that's why the first thing he did after parking the car in front you your house was going to the convenience store down the street. He'd seen you buy this particular brand of chocolate many times before. He hoped once he handed it to you it would bring an once of comfort amidst the circumstances.

The fact your hands are tied behind your back and your mouth stuffed didn't cross his mind then.

You were nothing like the others, he observed. You didn't scream or cry- hell, didn't even bite. He wanted to be grateful for such an easy capture, but -for fucks sake- you stared. Stared with gloomy, empty eyes past him into some far-off, unreadable place. Shaking his head in frustration, he muttered to himself dissaponted he ended up with the creepy chick, before slamming the the trunk door down, leaving you blind in the cramped space.

The drive to the mansion was uneventul for Toby, giving him plenty of time to let his mind wander. He hadn’t asked why you were wanted or what his boss planned for you—it didn’t matter to him then. But he couldn't help notice how you were rather easy on the eye. Maybe it was the isolation, the pent-up frustration and loneliness but a thought crossed his mind; what harm could it do if Slender let him borrow you for a little while? He chuckled darkly at his own thoughts, already imagining your surprise when, after a few days surviving on scraps in the manor’s cellar, he'd hand over the chocolate he’d picked up. You’d probably think he was your savior, fall right to his feet.

And if you would still be devoid of any reaction, he'd fuck your face into a pretty nice expression.

The old Mazda pulled into the driveway, its engine puffing and huffing, similar the old man Toby had swiped it from. Tim and Brian were already outside, blowing smoke and ash into the brittle winter air, their jackets hanging loose against the chill. The car's strained chug faltered as it rolled to a stop, steam curling from under the hood. Without waiting for Toby to fully park, Tim burried his cigarette into the frozen ground with the heel of his boot, his sharp gaze fixed on the boy as if he didnt expect him to ever return. Brian exhaled a plume of smoke, letting it drift lazily into the night.

"Back already, Tics?" Tim snarled, looking back to his friend. "What you say, Brian- think he's got her?"

The hooded man didnt respond but stepped closer with hesitation.

"Obviously I g-got her, got her," he smirked proudly getting out the driver's seat. "Hardly a challenge, really" he added, tilting his head back so high he might've been mistaken for a certain snouted animal.

"I gotta admit, that's a pretty impressive first job," Tim said, clapping Toby on the back as they approached the trunk. Brian hummed in agreement but kept a few cautious steps behind.

"What d-does Slender even want-t with some goth bitch?" Toby asked, gripping the key with newfound confidence and turning it smoothly in the rusty trunk lock. The red, corroded door creaked open with a deafening shriek, the sound swallowed immediately by an even louder silence.

So heavy was the quiet, Brian was certain he heard Tim's grin vanish, and he Toby's posture shrink.

A collared dove cooed mockingly as it flapped past their heads.

"A witch, Toby," Tim finally exhaled. "She's a witch."

"Yep, a witch, thats exactly what I was gonna say..."

[sterifels-blog]

bro is so fucking beefed. (i'm talking about the cat 🐈)

[adaki]

Wanted to do some biblically accurate mh art

[strawberyz]

Heyyy tumblr </3 alt version with blood down below! - click on the images for better quality!

[cl0wn-f33t]

After hours and hours of me fighting my stupid adhd to get this finished, it's finally here!

I just wanted to thank you guys for 139 followers and I'm really sorry for not posting very often, but as the new year comes I'll try to post more silly sketches and finished pieces to this blog as my thank you for all of your support! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[morkali-art]

POV You're fucked up

[junocandraw]

tim and brian doodles on da church retreat???

[bimbvx]

punkkk hornets

[kalmiaclown]

Oh nooo I just can't stop myseeelff 👁️🫦👁️

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Entry #18 :]

[creatingawhile]