#timlex mh

[nannerjam]

TIMLEX..... timlex... please draw Tim and Alex I beg you 😞😞😞😞 You're art's gorgeous !!!

-Love, Lexie Kralie

thank you for the compliment!! ❤️ uh i tamed it down a whoel lot

[shotsfired-au]

i havent drawn these two outside of this image so this is what we're getting for now. due to some health issues ill be slow to put out content because im resting, but i promise more is coming, LOL.

[narabea06]

Timlex where Alex fell first and couldn't understand the coldness on Tim's side, and when Tim FINALLY did start to catch feelings and open up he realizes he infected Alex

Timlex where Tim is convinced hes cursed and Alex wants to convince him he isnt only to be proved wrong

Timlex where Alex flirts through teasing and Tim assumes its condescending

Timlex where Tim notices how Alex stares at him but hes so used to being othered that he doesn't realize its out of adoration not hatred

Timlex where Alex finds a tenderness in Tim that Tim himself doesnt see

Timlex where Tim has to watch Alex destroy himself not knowing hes the cause

Timlex where Tim cant help but see his symptoms in alex

Timlex where Tim basically rushes into bringing alex to the hospital, sharing a part of his life so intense so sacred to him, only for Alex to betray him and try to kill him

Timlex where Tim waits for Alex to come to him to kill him bc he cant stand the idea of having to actively search for him himself. Almost a parallel to their relationship at the start, Tim refuses to engage until Alex does

[creepypastabilities]

All your edges are familiar.

Pairing— Polyhornets

Characters— Tim Wright, Brian Thomas, Alex Kralie & Jay Merrick (Marble Hornets)

CWs— None

Jay and Brian are sleeping the way soft things do.

One tangled in the other, knees hooked, hair fanned, breath warm and heavy in the hush between midnight and morning.

Jay sighs against Alex’s chest, fingers still tangled in his hoodie like a child who forgot to let go.

Brian’s got a hand up the back of Tim’s shirt, not sexual—just searching. Anchored. His mouth is parted, lips twitching in dream-talk, forehead pressed to Tim’s throat like he’s trying to melt in.

Tim doesn’t move. He’s wide awake.

So is Alex.

They lie opposite each other, across the bed like two chess kings marooned on the same square. No one else is awake to translate the looks they send across the dim. No one else needs to be.

“You twitch when you’re thinking,” Alex says, voice barely above breath.

“You breathe like someone’s watching.”

“I am watching.”

Tim shifts one ankle under the blanket, deliberately nudging Brian’s calf. “Get a hobby.”

“You’re mine,” Alex says.

It’s not flirtation. It’s not even fond. It’s just true.

Tim huffs. “That’s unhealthy.”

Alex glances at Jay. “And yet.”

They fall quiet. The kind of quiet that fills a room, that hums in the spaces beneath the drywall and between heartbeats. Not empty. Just lived-in.

“You always sleep closest to the door,” Alex murmurs.

“You always sleep like you’re waiting for something.”

Alex hums. “Maybe I’m just a light sleeper.”

“Maybe you’re just a coward.”

“Maybe you should shut the fuck up.”

“Maybe you should say thank you for not suffocating you with this pillow.”

There’s no bite in it. Just rhythm. Banter worn smooth by repetition. Their love language isn’t softness. It’s familiarity. It’s friction that doesn’t cut.

They’re quiet again. Long enough that Jay lets out a whimper in his sleep and Alex’s hand instantly finds the crown of his head, thumb brushing through his curls.

Tim watches. Doesn’t say a word.

“You think too much,” Alex says after a while. “You grind your teeth like you’re trying to eat your own tongue.”

“You talk too much.”

“And yet you’re still listening.”

Tim turns his head, finally, just enough for the moonlight to catch his eyes. “You’re easier to listen to than love.”

Alex meets him there, gaze steady. “You’re harder to love than listen to.”

Tim snorts. “And still.”

“And still.”

They don’t smile. Not really. But something like warmth flickers in the dark—dull and steady, like a coal that never quite dies.

“Fuck off,” Tim mutters.

“You first,” Alex whispers.

Neither of them means it. That’s the point.

[kralierror404]

Okay first, new writing layout bc i got inspired by another writer on here!

Second, Polyhornets mueheheheh.

Their love was like a wave in the beginning, rising and building before slowly lapping at the shore, the joy and bliss you’d feel whenever the afternoon sun would cast beautiful golden light onto your bedroom walls. They all remember it like it was yesterday, when they’d wake up squished together into a double bed that seemed too small and too hot, Brian wakes first with blurry eyes surveying the surrounding he has long gotten used to by now.

Jay’s got his head still soundly on the pillow, Alex’s chin hooked over his shoulder while Brian holds around his waist and then behind him is Tim curled against his back. Its a nice feeling and sight to wake up to, although its a shame he’s gotta get up because in turn it always disturbs his partners too, really he has hasn’t determined if thats a good thing or not. Carefully, he detaches himself from Alex and sorta shimmy’s out of Tim’s space, for once he thinks maybe they’ll stay asleep..

Only to be stopped in the bedroom doorway by a rough morning voice asking wheres off to, he turns and even in the dark he knows Alex is leaning up and squinting without his glasses, he probably was jostled by the movement along with the sudden lack of warmth pressed to him.

“8am class baby, go back to sleep.” Brian smiled

“Nah m’hungry anyway.” Alex says, immediately reaching over Jays sleeping form to grab his glasses off the nighstand, slapping his hand around on the wood until his fingers reach them just enough so he can pull them up. The sound paired with the movement wakes Tim up, Alex says good morning to him but he only receives a grunt in reply, Brians already in the kitchen by now making tea for himself whilst he waits for toast to pop up hopefully not charred.

Jay is who sleeps the deepest so he’s yawing and rubbing his eyes when he joins everyone else in the kitchen, pulling a chair up to sit in where shortly after a mug of coffee is placed in front of him.

They have breakfast in peace, exchange weird dreams and a few laughs, kisses on foreheads too. Tim has a headache so he’s already taken two pain relief, he doesn’t talk as much as he wants to just to avoid being irritated this early at the people who dont deserve it.

By 7:20 Brian is getting dressed - stealing someones shirt thats maybe a tad smaller than the size he needs but its fine, slipping on some basic blue jeans to go with it and his beloved trainers. Then when he’s brushing his teeth he can hear dishes being washed from the kitchen, small conversations now more than just sleepy whispers. When he has to leave, he holds each of his boyfriends faces in his palm to kiss them goodbye.

He tastes Jays bitter coffee and the cigarette Tim’s lit- he misses it them second he goes.

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Theres the days they’d all be together on the university campus, sitting close together, limbs touching in some way whether thats leaning on eachother or locking pinkies, it was enough for them. It was enough to all do their own things in one another presence.

When did it stop being enough?

It started with Alex. He became irritable, angry over small things, and he lost his passion for his film. He and Tim began arguing more, they wouldn’t talk to eachother for days sometimes because they’re both too stubborn to say sorry from the get to go and realise they’re probably both in the wrong, Brian could only smooth those over every once in a while and Jay was just losing his patience with the two of them, so he started distancing unintentionally. In their own ways they were all trying to avoid one another.

Then Alex dropped the film and he dropped them, saying that he just doesn’t feel that spark anymore between them, there hasn’t been for a while and there was no use trying to keep it alight, plus he’s found interest in someone else. It hurt to hear that he was moving away, that he didn’t have feelings for them anymore, that they were being replaced (or atleast its how it felt). In reality Alex was just going through the operators effects which is what made him angry, made him need to get away from this stupid town, maybe that’ll help.

Brian, also being effected, was just exhausted and confused as he questioned why Alex was doing these things, he was angry too, didn’t try to stop him from going. If he wasn’t happy then..he wasn’t happy. Jay was heartbroken, cooped up in his room for days on end, missing classes while he was hurting - he was angry alongside Tim too, he didn’t know when it’d get better, the last time he saw Alex was when he picked up the tapes from him.

Tim could barely remember a thing, it’s unfortunate and really upsetting for him that hes lost huge chunks of time and memory, then it all would come rushing back to hurt him.

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Nowadays, they miss eachother deep down, mjss eachother so much it physically hurts. Alex lays awake in his bed, wishing there were the warmth of even just 1 other person and sometimes he falls asleep imagining there is, cycling between the partners he’s had: Jay, Brian, Tim, Amy. Anyone who can bring him comfort despite what hes done.

Brian isn’t even exactly a person anymore but he knows he’s missing multiple parts of himself, his eye, his memory and the people who filled the void now in his chest. Perhaps they all hate him now but he still cares, in fact hes trying to stop all this shit with Masky, its not Tim but it’s something right?

Jay had reunited with Alex, “helping him find Amy” before realising something was up and very wrong, he thought maybe this could be the beginning of something again but Alex wasn’t any better, still angry, still dealing with his own things so much so that he doesn’t have time for Jays past feelings. Then Jay stalked him for a while before eventually almost losing his life, after that he wanted to stay as far away as possible from him in fear.

Tim is getting better little by little, attending doctors appointments, getting his meds when he needs them. Only issue being when he isn’t himself..Masky keeps things from him, important memories that would explain to him why he had a broken leg one time or why he wakes up with blood in his hair. Jay approached him one day, saying he was trying to finish Alex’s film, god knows why when it was such a shit show.

That wasn’t all he wanted though, he was doing some weird shit right? so Tim had googled ‘Marble Hornets’. Jay was lying to him. One of the men he was closest to before, lied to him.

They all hurt eachother. Nothing will ever be the same.

[the-hornets-nest]

Everything Is Fine.

Except it’s NOT. Because I have no moots in this fandom and would very much like to have some.

I’m Maude, 23/NB, and Marble Hornets is my comfort fandom, I love rewatching the series and cosplaying for the fandom, and honestly just yapping over anything and everything. Canon events, headcanons, theories, I want it all- come yap with me, PLEASE. Shipping is a-okay too, I love it all. Brim, Jaylex, Bram, Jam, Brilex, Timlex, Polyhornets, it’s all wonderful and beautiful and I love them all(though I am very partial to Brim, Jaylex, or Poly).

And aside from yapping, I also love to rp! I mostly muse Brian and Jay, they’re who I’m most comfortable with, I’m not as strong with Tim or Alex. I’m up for all sorts of plots- fluffy, funny, canon, au, angsty, nsfw(21+ only pls)- I love it all! I also have tons of ideas cooking in my head right now that I’d love to share. I’ve been rping for upwards of ten years, I’m a lengthy responder- usually multiple, detailed paragraphs though I tend to try to match lengths- and a very frequent responder as well! I am also happy to double up ships, though please no OC x CC, sadly I only do CC x CC for MH. Aside from that I’m down for just about anything!

If anyone is interested please reach out! You can message me on here about anything, talking or rping(though I would really love to find some rp partners)! I would love to make some friends in this fandom!

[sister-lucifer]

masky x alex x hoodie revenge beating turned sexual w/ repressed Alex sounds like the best idea in the world!! Though I would just love the opportunity to beat that lil twink as well! I was hoping you would talk about how it turns sexual? THE VERTICAL 69 AS WELL?? THIS BLOG HAS MY WHOLE HEART!! Thank you bb

- Twink beater Anon 🎉

GETTING CALLED CUTIE AND BABY IN MY INBOX ON THE SAME DAY??( IM GONNA PASS OUT /pos

okay so if you haven’t you should read this post to get an idea of the gist of this fic or else idk how much sense this is gonna make

basically masky and hoodie sort of start to get bored of beating on alex after a while, and alex is starting to not be nearly as reactive, especially since he’s dizzy and lightheaded from blood loss. he’s just sort of groaning through his gag, trying to stay conscious despite the pathetic state he’s in.

masky and hoodie share a look. someone has an idea, they’re not sure which one thought it first, but now they’re thinking.

alex was always repressed. there were rumors in high school once he was getting close with a football player in his calculus class, and he nearly lost it on brian for jokingly bringing it up, spouting every homophobic thing he could think of. he wasn’t aware at the time that brian and tim were dating. no one was

even after high school alex would say things now and then that seemed shockingly hateful, even if just for a moment, but a bit of alcohol or weed in his system would make him admit things he’d vehemently deny the next day.

what’s the only thing better than breaking alex’s body?

breaking his spirit.

so of course they’re going to take his dignity by turning him into the thing he’d hate most:

a dirty, cock-loving faggot

and when they’re done they’ll leave him in the woods with cum leaking down his chin and thighs, and he’ll wake up in the morning to birds chirping and an unbearable ache in his throat and back.

and the worst part is he’ll like it.

now vertical 69 actually has more to it than when i first wrote it down

reader gets caught in an overzealous rope snare trap set by toby (or another character, not super sure yet) that wraps around their ankle and hoists them into the air. fortunately toby finds them only about 10 minutes later, and after he’s had his laugh he decides to let them go.

the problem? he’s not very good at setting traps, and he’s rigged it to go way too high. so, when he goes to untie reader’s ankle, their face is directly in his groin.

and reader’s a slut as usual, so hey, why not get a bit of revenge with some playful licks through his jeans? and toby takes to it better that they ever expected. of course he has to return the favor before freeing his captive…

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

timlex's dynamic in revival au's to me is like those cheetahs that need service dogs for anxiety, or the well adjusted domestic cats that help socialize hissy feral cats. and it works both ways