#mm14 the editor

[fishymom-art]

it wasn't my idea, i swear

[mymovie14]

With this post I announce the Part 3 Q&A! The grand return is just a bit over a month away and I promised a Q&A in the discord server sooo yeah. Time has cometh!

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I talked to Cody. Transcript: E - Editor; C - Cody. E: Okay um… I Hope you don’t mind me recording this. I know you can’t talk, but you can shake and nod your head and I just want to record my questions and what I understood from you. So… well, first of all, I am still angry with you. You worked for Host or Amon this whole time and I thought I could trust you. Evidently, I can’t. But… I need answers and right now you’re my only source… I need you to be honest with me, alright? C: [nod] E: Good. Let’s start. From what I understood, Host wanted you to give me some of the information, but you shared too much, so they threatened you. Correct? C: [nod]. E: Okay… I noticed that most of the information you shared was about Amon, and Host got angry when you started sharing information about them. So… Host wanted me to know about Amon? C: [nod] E: Alright, why?… right, yes and no questions… uh… was it some kind of a warning? C: [nod] E: Oh! Yeah, I thought so because of all of the… well, warnings about him that I’ve been getting lately… But why would they want to warn me… I know this is a stupid sounding question but… is Host good or bad? Are they on our… or my side? C: [shrug and shake] E: What do shrug and a shake mean? Are they trying to help or not? C: [nod] E: Well, if they’re trying to help, they’re not doing it right. Whatever… A little different question. Amon is a demon, as far as I understood… so I guess Mile summoned him? To help with whatever they were doing? C: [shake] E: They didn’t? Huh, I thought they did… so… you mean he was already there? C: [nod] E: Yes… that’s… strange… what about Host? Are they a demon? C: [shake] E: They aren’t Mile either, so what are they?… C: [shrug] E: Huh… I guess we’ll never know. So um… They also seem to have some kind of rivalry, Amon and Host. Correct? C: [nod] E: Yeah, I assumed as such because of "PLAYED."... And "falling"… That’s why Host tries to warn me too… Do you know what they want? C: [nod] E: You do?! What is it then??? C: [shake] E: You’re not going to tell me, huh? C: [shake] E: Yeah, thought so…… Do you know the password? C: [violent shaking] E: OKAY, OKAY, YOU CAN CALM DOWN! You’re still on that “destroy the laptop” mission, aren’t you? Yeah, no, you’re not going to do that. I will find that damned password and open the folder if it’s the last thing I do… traitor. End log

[fishymom-art]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I LOVE IT I LOVE IT THIS IS AMAZING THAMK YOUUUUUUUU

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.

[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

[mutatedleemon]

The Editor

[lovedbz1]

The Editor - Glitches

@fishymom-art

[t0by-is-l0st]

Host: Fun fact: Did you know you can fit a whole aunt in a trash bag?

Stalker: Fun fact: Being struck by lightning can cause someone to undergo cardiac arrest?

Host: Fun fact: It only takes two minutes for the average adult to be underwater before they go unconscious and drown?

Stalker, *annoyed*: Fun fact: After losing 2 or more liters of blood can be deadly?!

Host, *grabbing their crowbar*: Fun fact!: Did you know-

Editor, *getting pissed off*: Fun fact: Did you know a life without you two arguing would cause people to be less insane? :D

Host: ...

Stalker: ...

Host: Wanna fact check that?

[polutek]

Just lil guys

[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 

[fishymom-art]

BWAHAHDHHDHDJDBDJDBDJND

All of these are now canon because I said so (except the mermaid magic, unless the evil mermaid in question is Amon)

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.

[cameronthecryptid]

MM14 au where Stalker and Host are just cats who won’t leave Editor alone

[fishymom-art]

Happy Halloween from the My Movie 14 crew :)

[viscerast]

live reactions to the mm14 new video

HEY THE CIRCLE OF SOLOMON I FIGURED THAT OUT EEHEEEHEE!!!

i really do not trust editor this guy STINKS

remember oo

can i get a waffel CAN I PELASE GET A WAFFLE

oh okay i see you mile fuck that guy get he ass, absolutely blasted

mile sock reveal i want them

editor sock reveal i also want those

the autistic stare also i FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! THE SOLOMON!!!!

thats sick as hell actually im gonna go on my mile arc i want it

I WANT YOUR FUCKING SOCKS

dramatic ass

the slow sink to the floor is so me when i lesser key of solomon (im tempted to draw this)

the difference between past and video-present mile is such whiplash dont make me sad!!! wtf!!!

reverb fart sound effect when they throw the book and it hits the ground actually

[mutatedleemon]

YAY!! THIS IS MY GAME!!

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!

[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.

[mutatedleemon]

@mymovie14 out of context the editor edition