#not tagging as brilex but this is brilex *to me*

[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.

[snowaftermidnight]

brilex mutuals. hear me out

[bluedishsoap]

now i'm not really into mh for the Romance.. but i have noticed many pairings pop up over the course of this fandom and i'm wondering what you guys would consider to be your Favorite marble hornets pairing.

i'm kind of already predicting the top two answers (though i'm not sure which of those two would win) but maybe you'll surprise me!

reblog for sample size!!! i set this poll to 24 hours, so it's up to youu guys to make this do its rounds around mh tumblr... i need as much data as possible.

as for my thoughts: i am partial to any ship with alex in it (and i hc that he has had crushes on each of them at different points. and all at once) but i think my favorite is gonna have to be jaylex ("script supervisor"...)

but like most of you guys i also very much appreciate jam. and while i'm not too huge on tim/brian (as i know many of you Also are) i am Very much a fan of masky/hoody. i don't know if enough people understand the distinction to justify including masky and hoody pairings on top of tim and brian ones.

[ble-ed-mo-re]

real footage of me waiting desperately for the brilex tag to get new content

[blackberry-jam]

I know Br*m is huge in this fandom and that’s fine but hear me out. Alex Kralie and Brian Thomas pining across a classroom for four years. Alex casting Brian as the lead before he’s even finished writing the script because when he thinks of love it’s Brian’s face he sees. Alex watching Brian run lines through a camera lens for hours because it’s the only way he can’t be caught staring. Alex packing his stuff up and Brian always being just an inch away from saying “you don’t have to drive home tonight, you can stay with me”. Alex being deeply in love with Brian but never saying it and then completely losing it and killing him in the depths of the sickness. Alex going the rest of his life knowing that Brian is dead because of him, only to be haunted by a Whole Other Person wearing Brian’s face and puppeteering his corpse for eight years. Alex watching this thing wearing Brian’s empty shell and loathing it because it’s a constant reminder of what he did, only to watch it die. Alex dying days after Jay, days after Brian in a final suicidal lashing out at Brian’s former best friend- the friend who caused Brian’s second death, and who will kill Alex. Like it’s not only the most melodramatic heartwrenching bullshit ever, it hits so supremely in the tragedy quadrant. It stabs me in the chest. It gets me in all the right pain.

[realityrewind]

local scene kid hit in a kiss and run, more at 11

[neon-sparrows]

if...,,, if ur still taking fic requests,,,, can we have, soft brilex (if u write for that-- if u dont then maybe some JayxBrian :'0?)

i am still taking requests! did u know i’ve never written brilex before in my life but i still certainly ship it here’s some college days Softe so i don’t scare you off with the rest of my schemes

Alex shifts the camera angle as Brian drapes himself over the couch, the pose excessively dramatic with one arm above his head and the other dangling towards the carpet. This positioning puts Brian at the center of the frame and Alex shifts back with an approving nod, his back pressing against the coffee table that had been unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the tripod.

“How’s that look?” Brian’s face is half pushed into the arm of the couch, and Alex shrugs as he pushes his glasses up.

“You’re in frame and look about as ugly as you always do, so it’ll work.”

“Aren’t you sweet.” Brian’s sarcastic reply comes with a twitch of a smirk. “You compliment all your actors like that?”

“Just the ones who aren’t criticizing my dialogue in earshot.” Alex glances over the camera again with a slight smile.

“Oh, come on.” Brian sits up, ruining the shot, and Alex furrows his brows, in the process of telling him to lay back down as the other man continues to speak, “It’s art, Alex. It’s great.”

Alex scoffs, slightly.

“Tim called it ‘about as dumb as a sack of bricks’ and you laughed.” He says, pointedly.

“Because his impression of you is funny.”

“What about when Seth was pretending to deliver your lines and you swooned?”

“He’s a good prop actor!”

Alex sighs, rolls his eyes, shakes his head, and gestures towards the couch again, intentionally not looking at the slight pout that has come to Brian’s face. He knows what that’s for. That’s dangerous. That’s an invitation. He adjusts the camera on the tripod and refuses to make eye contact.

“Alex.” Brian sighs, and instead of laying back down, he more or less rolls over, throwing his legs over the back of the couch and hanging his head towards the floor. “You know we’re just joking around with you because we like it.”

Alex glances at him over his glasses, then back to the camera. He wins because he pouts. That’s hardly fair. And it happens all the damn time, too, like a cliche in the middle of the script that everyone and their mother thinks is something profound and incredible–

“C'mon.” Brian continues. “I think it’s great.”

Granted, maybe Brian’s pout is profound and incredible. Alex sits back on the floor and sighs, shaking his head slightly and pointing back to the couch.

“Lie down right, will you? We have to get this shot before Jay shows up.”

“Is this one for the movie or for you? I didn’t ask.”

Alex chokes and turns red, shaking his head and hiding his face.

[life-and-signs-thereof]

More doodles of my sweet brilex babies. I think I pretty much know their characterization by now and I will have to draw more of them along with annelaurent’s amazing headcannons. If anyone has more ideas please tell me. I would love to discuss next gen or pv in general. More of these designs can be found under my next gen tag and I also have pv pirate and historical aus if you would like to see.