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I write for any gender reader, most creepypastas. If I do not know the character requested, I'll do my best to research them to maintain accuracy.
For my Neinhagen AU, find it here.
This is for other fandoms to come. Likely Spiderman related, though who knows.
Do you have any Tim headcanons that are Marble Hornets geared? Like surrounding Brian, Jay, etc.
TIM (MASKY) WRIGHT - MARBLE HORNETS HEADCANONS
ft. Tim (Masky) Wright. Spoilers ahead.
Despite popular claim, in canon he doesn't actually have DID at all. He is conscious during his missions, but he forgets them afterwards. Sometimes he gets extreme guilt from it, even though he doesn't remember anything.
Wrote letters to himself to try remember things.
I may have mentioned this before, but kept his mask after the end of Marble Hornets. Had an intense attachment to it, despite the pain.
Brim? Great. Jam? Even better.
He and Jay cannot survive without each other, but they are doomed to hurt each other by being together.
Sexuality wise, I think he'd be somewhere in the unlabeled category. Simply doesn't care. Were he more healthy, he'd probably be bi.
Realistically, do I think he and Jay hooked up? Probably not. Gay yearning though, absolutely.
Used to steal his social worker's cigs. Hence why in the "interview", he's already smoking.
Speaking of - had parents, but they lost custody / gave him up. He was in and out of psych wards most of his childhood.
Mostly worked dead-end jobs at old gas stations. He didn't stay in school for so long so he couldn't get any proper jobs - plus, the random fits of "not coming in" would get him fired easily.
Moved around. A lot. Hence why in the very end of the series, he's driving away.
A fellow bipolar disorder warrior. How he switches up emotions so quickly gives me that impression.
I actually can't even remember if this is canon, but non-epileptic seizures. His family members used to just pray over him that "satan would be expelled." He doesn't have much faith in the church anymore.
I also like to imagine he has some moral OCD. Constantly freaking out if he's doing things right, hence his crashouts.
I like to imagine Brian changed his number after taking up his "Hoody" persona, hence why it was so hard to find him. Tim used to stay up at night dialing the number just in hopes it'd pick up.
A brief Tim oneshot, mostly fluff.
He didn't fancy himself such a greedy man. Despite this, he couldn't help but find himself stuck onto a familiar face at the coffee shop just a few moments too long.
The rough callous of his palm pressed flat against the stinging cold metal of the café door, pushing his way in. He breathed out a small puff of a sigh as he was met with the warmth, a calming relief from the winter. It seemed that no matter how many times Tim reminded himself that he didn't need a coat, he always did. As if life taunted him, the shuddering in his ribcage a joke from the world.
It wouldn't have been the worst joke from the higher power, actually. To be frank, Tim's whole life had been nothing short of a shitshow from start to present. Whilst the other kids ran to the playground to play family and plotted to dig tunnels under the school fence gates that never did amount to anything, Tim's childhood was a blur of being milled about in cars, the hazy but drilling beeping of the hospital wards, the crunching of the forest floor beneath his feet. Pills, pills, pills. Have you taken your meds today? Why were you in the woods? You shouldn't say things like that, we'll have to pass it onto the higher-ups. Your parents will hear about this. Welcome to the newest ward! Pills, pills, pills-
Tim often wished he could play family now.
High school was his first taste of normalcy. He'd reached a homeostasis between sanity and his muted delusions, deemed fit enough to mix in with the rest. Sure, he arguably had a shittier time than more of the students he cared to admit, but quite frankly he didn't care about anything. Just a small dream, of a cosy life and a warm touch like he never felt before. He'd found himself a small group of friends, milling about to whatever club they fancied of him. It got easier over time, his act of mundanity. People believed it.
You wouldn't believe the feeling, of others repeating back to you the narrative that you're normal, that there's nothing wrong with you after having been deprived of it for your existence from birth.
Things were getting better. And then, Alex. Brian. Jay.
The brunette seemed to flinch, as if slapped by his own subconscious for even sparing a thought for his... former associates, like an owner berating a dog for chewing up the shoes. He similarly seemed to shrink into himself, tail between his legs as he shuffled through the café floor.
Fuck, it was so loud. He could recall the few jobs he'd managed to hold during that sweet spot in his life. A lot of noise, yelling, hot drinks spilt over his skin. At the very least, it had given him some sympathy for the poor workers bustling about at the counter.
And then, there was you. The closest grasp he'd come to with balance. Things seemed to be falling into place - he'd secured a job, secured himself a little apartment. It wasn't the peak of life, but fuck would he take it. Normalcy, the one thing he'd craved for so long and it was finally so close he could taste it. And you seemed to be a gateway for it all, the vehicle to deliver him to the regular life he'd dreamed of.
You weren't anything special, really. But that's what he wanted, what he craved. You had hobbies and interests, a select few you were passionate about. You studied in university and worked part-time to hopefully pay off some debt. You liked coffee and still scrunched your nose at the taste of alcohol despite friends egging you on.
And you knew. You knew how it was, to be like him.
After his chestnut eyes did a quick once-over, Tim shuffled into queue amongst the other coffee-hungry people. The sleep-deprived students had cleared out by now, leaving only people looking to wind down their evening with something hot. His hands twitched within his pockets, his restlessness making itself known despite the exhaustion that racked through his bones. Until, finally, he dragged himself forward to see your familiar face.
You looked better than the last time he'd seen you, the black bags under your eyes having lessened a little. It wasn't that he worried for your health, more so that-
"Hiya, what can I get for you?" Your friendly voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter. It must've melted some parts along the way too, because he found himself suddenly dumb-struck, lips parted as he struggled to formulate his order.
"...Uh- uh, my- t-the usual," He finally stammered out, awkwardly clearing his throat afterwards as if it would drive away the flush of embarrassment that crept to his face. It did not.
Not that you cared, as you began to mill about. Of course you didn't.
His hands emerged from his pockets, a crumpled 5-dollar bill in one whilst the other toyed with the zipper of his jacket idly. He blurted out before his brain had time to catch up, a sudden show of boldness.
"...U-Uh- h-how was your day?" He coughed out. Very brave.
"Ah, pretty good! A little busier than usual, with the winter season and all," You called back over your shoulder with a warm chuckle, "Everyone's looking to warm up."
Tim nodded. Did he nod too hard? "Y-yeah, noticed." Fuck, why'd he say that? What was he supposed to say now-
"Got any plans over the break? Any parties?" You had tilted your head back, warm gaze meeting his with an aura of politeness about this.
His brain scrambled in response. He, of course, did not have any plans, let alone parties. He practically had to bite his tongue from muttering to himself "people still go to parties...?" as he paused before grumbling out. "...Uh... yeah, jus'... family and things."
Of course, he didn't want to seem like a total loser. He was, but you didn't have to know that.
"Great to hear. I'm just looking to wind down for a bit, maybe get some studying done." Your responses were so smooth, as if you hadn't even stumbled twice over the thought. He found himself a tad envious. Just a tad.
There was a brief brushing of skin as he shoved the creased bill and received his drink. An americano, no milk no sugar. The bitter taste on his tongue was a comfort in its crassness, like the hot cigarette smoke filtering into his lungs like an embrace from the inside. He muttered out a quick thanks as someone quickly brushed him aside to take his place, beginning to order something that sounded elaborate. He hesitated; legs stuck in place like cement as his eyes lingered on you. He knew he was about as wanted as the stench of a drug, clinging to the wool of a teenager's sweater before they staggered home, yet he couldn't help but indulge himself a little.
You looked at him in such a way. As if you didn't want him gone like the miasma of death. Like he wasn't an infection biting at your skin. Like there was something more to life than a hollow existence that he wallowed in, and you wouldn't mind helping him out.
That was... a little excessive, he knew. His mind slapped himself briefly, scolding him for getting caught up in his thoughts once more. But, he couldn't help but indulge just a tad.
Maybe, sometime soon. For now, he thought he'd just enjoy his coffee.
omg pls talk more about toby admiring another proxy i love that idea help.
TICCI TOBY ADMIRING A PROXY
ft. Toby Rogers
SLIGHT TW : extremely brief mention of suicidal ideation.
See, it's not inherently romantic. But that doesn't mean that it's not romantic either.
I headcanon him as pansexual, so that's completely a route.
Due to his upbringing and all, he tends to have a VERY low self esteem.
Once he finds a proxy he admires? You're holy, untouchable, heavenly.
You'd need to just walk past him for him to be enraptured the entire day.
If you ever brushed against him, he'd feel hot and tingly to the touch in that spot for hours. Which means a hell of a lot, for someone with CIPA.
Would likely start a shrine for you if he thought you wouldn't see.
It is... rather unhealthy. But it's also Toby, so he doesn't really care.
Very much a worshipper to a god type of thing. Almost feels bad about existing next to you, since he feels as though he can't compare.
In meetings, he'll perform extra hard just to even pray that you'll catch a glimpse and think of him not as complete trash.
He would give you things, except he doesn't really deem himself worthy to give them.
But, if you make it known that you think highly of him? He's bringing you anything and everything he deems valuable or worthy for you.
For a suicidal man, you give him quite the reason to live. If he can't live for himself, he'd live for you.
Enjoy! I went down quite a dark route with this unintentionally, but I thought it'd be an interesting narrative to see. If you tell him you think highly of him, it's a whole different story.
Maybe maybe mayyybbeee might make a more nsfw version. Maybe.
Due to the hole in his cheek, he mainly eats really quickly and tilts his head to the side without the gash.
Wanted to have been a game programmer when he was younger.
Either very particular about his food or will eat literal trash.
Doodles on himself.
Collects items and gives them to whoever he deems worthy.
This goes without saying, but a pyromaniac.
If you get given phones? He's spamming you with reels. Mostly him trying to make you laugh.
He is VERY awkward. Like, not "cutesy" shy, but "stares at you like a deer in headlights" awkward.
If there is a proxy who he particularly admires? He treats them as if they're untouchable, and he's the dirt beneath their shoe.
I might explore more on this in another post!
More wholesome note. Loves orange juice and pancakes.
Like I said, either eats really specifically or literal trash. Frequently begs Tim to drive him to IHOP or Five Guys. Loves himself some sweaty greasy food.
This is canon, but is heavily neurodivergent. Autism, ADHD, OCD, BPD, etc.
If you're kind to him though, he VERY quickly favourites you.
I've been gone for a short while, but I'm back now! Feel free to ask away.
This is a small masterpost for anything related to my Slenderverse / Creepypasta AU. This is VERY loosely based off of canon, so the characters may differ greatly! Content is subject to change.
Trigger warnings for discussion of death, suicide and sickness.
WHAT IS IT?
The Neinhagen AU is a partial WW2, partial infection AU and partial folklore AU. Set in the Gespensterwald Woods, most to all characters suffer from sickness that develops into delusions as a result of sigma radiation, emitted by the Nachzehrer Slenderman.
If you don't understand any entity terms, see lower! Terms will be defined.
Whilst Slenderman is the key supernatural source of this sickness, other entities exist in these woods. The woods were generally put off from entering until the war considered it as grounds for invasion, thus starting back the movement of people through it.
CHARACTERS
TOBY
Toby plays the archetype of the character "Faust." Due to suffering health problems and delusions from sigma radiation, Toby attempts to take his own life. He fails, and is met with Slenderman who makes a deal - Toby offers Slenderman his soul in return for temporary bliss and worldly goods. Jack is assigned to aid Toby in this.
JACK
Jack plays the archetype of the demon "Mephistopheles" or "Mephisto". He is a demon who serves under Slenderman, though he has his own free will. See above for more.
JEFF
Though he was supposed to be drafted to fight in the war, Jeff was excluded due to suffering delusions caused by sigma radiation. Instead, he was sent to a monastery in hopes that he could be exorcised of his demons. He served under a mentorship of Jane, until one day spotting a spirit outside and mistaking it for Slenderman, the subject of his delusions. Whilst chasing it out, he became violent and erratic due to disorientation and ran further into the woods, losing contact with the church.
JANE
A nun at the church Jeff attended. Though she initially intended to aid Jeff, his radiation spread to her which caused her to slowly fall ill.
When chasing Jeff out into the woods to stop him, she quickly fled after he became violent. She later bumped into Natalie who took her in.
NATALIE
A hunter who resided in Gespensterwald Woods. For unknown reasons, she is completely immune to sigma radiation and has existed without issue. Though, she tends to be unwelcoming to visitors due to the amount that die almost immediately.
She took Jane in after discovering her fleeing in the woods.
SALLY
Born to an unwanting mother, Sally was killed during childhood due to her mother fearing the conditions of the war wouldn't prove fitting anyway. Sally was cursed to become a Mylinger, eventually put to ease by Liu.
KATE
One of the researchers in the Woods investigating the deaths. She is the first to become contaminated and go insane.
LIU
One of the researchers alongside Kate. He makes a breakthrough in the radiation and discovers Sally, but is soon killed by a feral Kate.
TIM
Conscripted to the war, Tim was sent to Germany as a soldier. His group were quickly killed, from sickness, warfare or unknown causes. Whilst fleeing, he bumped into Brian, another soldier in a similar predicament. The two decide to commit treason and flee South, hoping the escape the warfare. During this time, they accidentally run into Gespensterwald Woods.
BRIAN
See above.
ENTITIES
NACHZEHRER - A spirit believed to drag the living into dead along with it, often through malice. They are thought to drain their victim's life force remotely. They were associated with epidemic sickness, though this is not a necessity for their existence.
MYLINGER - A spiritual incarnation of the souls of children that had been forced to roam the earth until they could persuade someone to bury them properly. They are often the result of a child killed be an unwanting mother.
MEPHISTO - A demon from literature who acts as the devil's agent for Faust.
FAUST - A character from literature. He was a scholar, displeased with life so he attempts to bargain with the devil for worldly goods and knowledge in return of his soul.
OTHER
SIGMA RADIATION refers to a common concept in most Slender Mythos. Sigma radiation is the non-contact force that Slenderman emits to make his victims ill, delusional or disoriented, hence why so many of the characters are constantly ill or confused.
All of the German spirits mentioned are in fact German Mythology! They are slightly adapted to fit the story, though all do have their own Wikipedia pages.
You were kept in your room most days, you weren't really... allowed out. "For your safety."
Hell, you found it as weird as any normal person. But, you couldn't object.
So when a lumbering & huffing entity that reeks of iron thumps into your room through the window? You, surprisingly, don't flinch.
It's the most excitement you're gonna get at this point.
He thinks you're a masochist at first for just... letting him in. Frowns under the mask, looking at you incredulously.
Had you been able to see, this guy is... what, 6 feet tall? 7? He's staring down at you.
Surprisingly nice. He feels some sense of relatability when he finds out you're blind, whether it be from birth or it developed later.
Let's you feel around, if you like.
He's happy to listen to you ramble. I imagine he has vision, but it's very shitty and limited. He understands the importance of hearing things.
He's had to adapt, over time. He's more than happy to teach you things.
Did I mention he can echolocate?
Tried to teach you some form of it but quickly realized human ears don't work that well.
Occasionally, brings you little sensory things. He doesn't get it personally, but he knows it makes you happy.
He makes up for a lot of his lack of vision through senses. Being a demon, he's got a freakish scent and hearing. He can smell emotions, hear heartbeats, so on so forth. Like a dog!
He's a bit of a guard dog to be honest. A little overbearing at times, but it's with a sweet intention.
This one was more scenario based, but you can seperate it from the rest! Thanks for the request. :)
your username leaves me with more pressing questions
I LAUGHED READING THIS.
It's a nod to totheark from marble hornets. The "Theseus" part refers to an old character I had who played under a character archetype of "The Ship of Theseus."
Basically, if you get a ship made of wood, and over time change each piece to become metal one after the other, is it still the same ship?
In the character's story, he runs a blog called Totheseus. Took it and ran. Sorry Patrick.
Really random )I was reading your beautiful header post 🎀🎀(
How do you feel about dazed and confused, by Led Zeppelin?
(It’s my favorite song.. sigh..)
OH GOODNESS I LOVE THAT SONG. the bass is fantastic and I go CRAZY for the drums and guitar solo after the little intermission in the middle. Led Zeppelin does things to me.
You knew what you were signing up for when you got to know him, you suppose. It's not like he kept it all that much a secret that he has his disappearances during the night.
He remembers what he does, but he's very quiet about it. Likes to keep the manor members out of it as much as possible.
Of course, he blames himself for everything with the operator, so it isn't too shocking.
Likely will be dead silent when he comes back, spare from a few grunts.
Tosses his mask somewhere aside. Surprisingly, very uncaring of it.
His bones ache. He'll slump down somewhere, refuse to move for... a good while.
Might be snappy out of pure exhaustion or overstimulation.
SMALL EXTRA : in the case "reader" waits for him to take care of him
To be frank? He's a bit dumbfounded.
Not at all used to people actually giving a shit about him. He was kept in a mental institution most of his life and given heavy dosages any time he was in pain or acting up.
If you stay up waiting for him, he'll probably scold you. Tell you you're dumb for staying up, how he doesn't need it.
Hard ass.
(He's unbelievably flattered.)
If you do keep doing it, he won't object over time. Finds comfort in it after a while.
Like coming home and having your dog run up to you to greet you, in a way.
If you want to take care of him (dinner, bath, etc)? Holy shit he's folding.
Gets really goddamn emotional after his work. Most of those emotions filter into anger, but oh my god it can also be joy.
Will try to deny it at first but also isn't trying thhhaaattt hard to deny them.
Probably starts sobbing because you're so nice to him.
Gets mad at himself for crying, which makes him cry even more.
Emotions are not his strong suit.
Will act way different with you the next day. Unnaturally nice. Maybe he feels like he needs to return the favor.
A welcome change, though.
Very self indulgent. Sorry not sorry, I adore Tim.
ft. Ben Drowned, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim (Masky) Wright
BEN DROWNED
For whatever reason, Slenderman entrusted Ben to buy the tree.
You best believe he's buying the biggest tree he can find. Like, an obnoxiously large tree.
Jack fucking hates it. A very sensory person, Jack despises the pines shedding everywhere.
Ben spikes the food. He's pouring alcohol in the Jelly, putting whisky on the fig, probably puts salt blocks in the turkey.
Absolute shithead.
Keeps nicking the decorations. Hides baubles around the house.
Snuck one into Jeff's underwear draw.
JEFF THE KILLER
Honestly? Doesn't care so much for Christmas.
Doesn't hate it, just never was big into it. Not a huge thing in his family.
The proxies don't need to know that though.
He can and WILL use Christmas as an excuse to be as obnoxious as he can.
Blasts Christmas music. Dont get me wrong, he hates it himself. But if it pisses someone else off? Worth it.
Somehow is bribed into wearing a Santa hat.
Actually kinda likes it. They don't need to know, though.
Buys half a kilo of pigs in blankets for Smile Dog.
You know those giant pinwheel pigs in blankets? He thinks it's the funniest thing to get a huge line and just start feeding it to Smile Dog continuously.
EYELESS JACK
Actually cannot take it.
He is the epitome of "do not disturb". Constant music drives him absolutely insane.
Plus, demon ears. Surprisingly very sensitive, he can't take it.
Despite Jeff and Ben being as annoying as possible, he enjoys the actual festivity of it.
Hand makes gifts! He's a surgeon, he's very good with his hands.
Sews little dolls for Sally.
Steers CLEAR of the food. He can tell from a mile away that Ben spiked it. He's not going anywhere near it.
Warns people. Do they listen?
Nah.
TIM WRIGHT (MASKY)
Tim cannot stand the event.
Hates loud noises, hates big groups of people, hates obnoxious singing, Christmas is a nightmare.
Doesn't really ask or get anyone anything. He's not the type to bother with pleasantries like that. May come across as assholish, but that's just how he is.
You get him something though?
He'll act like he doesn't care. Won't really make a face or respond, maybe grumble out a thanks.
In reality, he's treasuring it with his life. No matter what it is, he absolutely refuses to let it out of his sight.
If Ben even *thinks* of taking it, he's ripping the ghost a new one.
Oh god, I need Slenderman reacting to a cat coming up to him now-
HOW SLENDERMAN RESPONDS TO MEETING A CAT
ft. Slenderman
Tribetwelve stan here. I like the idea that he's (going by t12 canon) a sort of forest spirit, so he's no stranger to animals.
But, animals typically freak the fuck out and run away. Can't blame em.
A cat coming up to him? Oh, he loves it.
He knows he can be intimidating, so he's not gonna do anything drastic. Probably just observes it a little.
Restrains himself from petting it, really.
Now, if he (somehow) ends up with a pet cat? Different story.
Best believe he's spinning around slowly in his office chair, cat on his lap, stroking it as he turns to meet whoever he called over whilst rambling some villain monologue "I've been expecting you."
(He thinks it's the most amusing thing ever.)
Calls the cat his "right hand man." Borderline respects the cat more than half of the proxies.
Also, talks to it. He doesn't really understand different intellectual capabilities, so he'll just start... speaking to the cat like a human.
A silly little ask, enjoyed this one. Just my interpretation of him. Honestly very tempted to draw him with a cat now. Enjoy. :)
