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Hey.
Name’s Tim Wright.
Yeah, that Tim Wright. Or maybe not. Depends who you ask.
If you’ve found this blog; Either you’re curious, lost, or you really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into. That last one’s my personal favorite.
Ask if you want.
Maybe I’ll answer. Maybe I’ll stare at your message and reconsider my faith in humanity. Flip a coin.
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Reoccurring Partners!
@tearfulfrowns Brian & Arrsen (Hoodie.) Best Friend, ghost with a charming smile. Is it gonna crash and burn all over again?
@ehssahdeppans Laura! Tim’s begrudgingly adopted kid sister (He loves her, just.. don’t tell him I told you that.)
@diagnosedeeznuts Brian V.2! Serious codependent best friends alongside @wrongsideofthelens (Jay!)
@my-chemical-kralie Alex! They love each other. Probably. Maybe.
@iwas-just-curious Moonjo! Don’t ask, don’t tell. It ain’t pretty.
Character name key:
Ammon = Masky
Lotus = Hoodie (V.1)
Arrsen = Hoodie (V.2, a different
friends portrayal!)
Runa = Skully
CURRENT PLOT / LORE SO FAR
This blog is set after the canon events of Marble Hornets.
Everyone died.
…Except they didn’t.
Jay, Alex, Brian — they’re alive. Here. Now. Walking, breathing, bleeding again like they never stopped. There’s dirt under their nails, but no graves. No one remembers a funeral. No one remembers dying.
They remember everything else — the Operator, the tapes, the paranoia and the blood —
Except Tim. Tim remembers in patches. Like static in his brain, sometimes sharp, sometimes soft.
You ask him about certain things and he’ll stare like you’re speaking in a language he used to know.
Ammon remembers it all.
Too well.
He doesn’t like to talk about it. Not because it hurts — because it threatens.
“If you keep reminding something it’s supposed to be dead,” he says,
“it might remember how to stay that way.”
There’s something in his voice when he says that.
Like a warning. Like he’s seen it happen before.
Lotus remembers, too. He doesn’t say much. Not anymore.
Runa remembers everything. And watches. Constantly. They haven’t told them yet.
And maybe that’s for the best.
Because the truth is:
they don’t know they’re not supposed to be here.
They don’t know they’ve been gone.
No birds. No Operator. No ticking clocks.
Just a static hum in the background of their lives and the constant, pressing feeling that something is waiting.
Something knows they’re awake.
Something remembers they’re supposed to be gone.
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→ This is a post-canon limbo AU
→ Everyone’s alive again, but they don’t know they shouldn’t be
→ Masky does know. Hoodie and Skully do, too.
→ This blog follows that plot. Ask interactions are encouraged — just stay within the vibes and don’t drop canon plot bombs unless we’ve talked first!
So the question is:
What happens when they remember?
Boundaries:
→ This blog follows its own cohesive plot with @my-chemical-kralie @wrongsideofthelens @diagnosedeeznuts & @iwas-just-curious — so while I do love interactions and brainrot, please ask before dropping lore-heavy stuff into my inbox! You wanna say “Hey maybe check on Brian”? Cute. Love it! But don’t drop full plot bombs into my inbox like “Brian just blacked out and woke up in Rosswood again and Tim was there and then the Operator ate a squirrel.”
Please don’t override the narrative I’ve got going. If you have any big ideas just ask me first and I’m sure I’ll be fine with it <3!
→ No straight-up NSFW. I’m ace, Tim’s ace, and I’m in a relationship OOC. Suggestive stuff in a funny or freaked-out way is chill (e.g., “Tim what do you mean you’ve never seen a condom IRL” “Tim what’s a fleshlight”), but actual 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂™ asks are gonna get deleted. Don’t make me say “cock” out of character. I’ll combust.
→ Duplicates are fine! I love seeing how other people write these characters. Just don’t be weird about it, and I won’t be either.
→ TL;DR: Have fun, be chill, don’t lore-bomb me or send Tim dick pics. <3
