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z0mbatz · 7 months

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marble hornets is actually eating away at my brain right now^_^

here’s the og image��

DO NOT CLOWN ME I KNOW THEY LITERALLG LOOK NOTHING ALIKE 😭

#marble hornets #alex kralie #tim wright #jay merrick #slenderverse #woo autism

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solazu1 · 3 months

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OH SHIT, THEY’RE ROAD-TRIPPING!!!! I have,, a bit of a thing planned :3 a series of images if you will, maybe one can consider it a project or whatever. They're on a journey!! More content awaits including how chaotic it is to have Alex, Amy, Brian, Tim, Jay, and Jessica all in one car going from Alabama to Arizona.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #jessica locke #amy walters #alex kralie #brian thomas #No this is not a road trip Au because why on earth would it be an alternate universe #I'm so picky about road trip “aus” if you guys saw the planning I put behind the mere idea of a roadtrio scenario you'd be shocked #Anyway this is the first stop they make #it’s Jackson Mississippi!!! Woo!!!

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spearxwind · 3 months

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Here's another concept for Broken Horizon - a dragon pilot saddle! Ft. Alex as the model (and Riptide as the pilot, even if you can't see his face)

Modern saddles were jointly developed by dragons and humans post-war to make dragon riding safer and flying more precise, as regular reins and voice commands quickly became obsolete.

In these saddles the control sticks on the pilot's seat transmit inputs to the steering modules, which are then interpreted into nerve impulses for the dragon to follow. However they are not hard commands, and the dragon can still choose to ignore the impulses for any reason. This means that the dragon and the pilot must have an incredibly strong trust bond for the best performance.

#windyart #broken horizon #alex #riptide #oc ref sheet #I MEAN KIND OF????#anyways i hope u enjoy this i have been obsessed with it for the past couple weeks mwah #by the way you can see how much bigger alex (and the other dragons) are now with this worldbuilding #cause wow he big. on par with actual jets! :D though alex isnt specifically a fast flier (or the fastest at least)#BUT UUHHHH YEAH!!! SCIFI DRAGON RIDING!!! WOO!!!

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henfox · 5 months

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“You disappeared again,” Alex says, like he can see the moments the world becomes too much for Henry, swallowing him up. “Did I?” Henry asks, avoiding eye contact with the other man.

The Wonder That's Keeping The Stars Apart by Anonymous.

#also when he leaves the lakehouse and stares at alex and his eyes fade a bit #first 4k gifs ever so woo?#rwrb #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrbsource #alex claremont diaz #henry fox #filmedit #tzpedit #ngalitzineedit #m*#rwrb*#great fic btw!

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arieswritez · 2 months

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puppy love

puppy love | yandere!mark grayson x afab!reader | MULTI-CHAP: 2

chapter 1

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!!! reader is neurodivergent, ableism, growing up is messy & adults suck, angst, niceguy™/slight incel mark, childhood friend/bully!mark, mark gets his powers sooner, teeny tiny implications of pseudo incest (blink and you'll miss it), violent rape, threats of violence, & canon typical violence, stalking, implied murder, gender & body dysphoria, mentions/implications of disordered eating, mark teases reader about their body once, overall asshole mark, implied grooming (mark handles it but he's a lil bitch about it later), so, victim blaming, misogyny, the inexplicable horrors of being afab, objectification, sexualization

about; . . i am not the boy you knew and you are dead to me you watch someone you know grow into static company - boy (alex g)

your chest ached.

with changing seasons, countless birthdays, the broadening of your consciousness brought an expansion of your body. growing in places that made you walk with a slouch and had your hands tugging at the front of your shirt. the shorts you'd wear during summer turned into your shame whenever your parent(s) would ask you to go and change for something more. . 'appropriate'.

ridiculous, you thought. how could they be inappropriate? they were your favorite pair.

or they used to be.

a man old enough to be your father leered at you while you were out riding your bike. you took them off as soon as you got home. you're sure they sit at the bottom of your closet to this day.

your hands got bigger. your fingers stretched. you got taller. people often told you you looked like your parent(s). you didn't see it.

despite the passage of time, mark was still there.

your parent(s) had long received the grayson's blessing to allow him refuge in your home: playdates whenever he wasn't preoccupied with baseball and important school work. but as the pages of the calendars turned, your parent(s) worried your little playdates had gone on for too long.

however, much like the dilemma your teachers had, no one had the heart - nor the energy - to separate you two. the two of you were entering the age where interest in romance grew and your parent(s) worried. it was cute, at first. when a 6 year old mark would follow you home and your parent(s) would have to contact the graysons, lest they turn the world upside down searching for their one son. or the time in which he'd brought ring-pops and claimed you'd gotten married.

but the fact of the matter was that mark had changed, too. you didn't see it at first. didn't even imagine it could've ever been that way.

mark was a growing boy.

there was evidence of that etched in markings on the wall next to your bedroom door: comparisons of height done in pencil. one with your initial. the other in his. you'd always be surprised when he kept surpassing you inch by inch. and you'd make a face whenever you'd - yet again - failed to keep up. and after your parent(s) wearily watched the two of you engage in hand size comparisons, the door to your bedroom was to remain open at all times.

but the truth of the matter was that there was simply no need.

mark was hardly ever in your bedroom those days. and much to your disappointment - well, why were you? it's not like you didn't see it coming - he'd gotten friends of his own. friends who grew with him in height and mannerism. who'd say big, nasty words and who's eyes would follow girls down the hallway. who he'd sit and rough house with until teachers had enough and sat him next to the most 'well behaved student' - you - despite his huffing. friends who wouldn't spare you a glance even though you were walking with mark. who'd talk directly to mark as if you weren't even there and steal him away with excuses of baseball practice. or simply because they could.

and mark would go.

and once, you felt your face going hot when one of them scoffed, "sorry, are we stealing you away from your girlfriend?"

mark returned the laugh - you didn't know if he knew you heard or not. you also didn't wanna know - and said, "ew."

laughter.

and if you were anyone else you would've thought about throwing his own baseball bat against his back. but all it did was make you sad. it made you angry. it made you embarrassed. and you didn't know why.

mark was a growing boy.

you were growing, too.

but you wanted to stay little for as long as you could. and the dread that came with buying newer clothes each passing year left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

you obsessed over magazines. the pretty girls on social media who's hair looked perfect. who's teeth were whiter. who's skin looked painted on. you're sure

the others in school shared your sentiment.

soon, you had to preoccupy yourself with shaving your arms or your legs or drinking large amounts of water in order to feel something in your tummy.

but mark. .mark never had to worry about that. he was a growing boy. he didn't have to worry about clothes or skincare. he didn't have to watch what he ate.

he was a growing boy.

who cared if he ate half a dozen donuts in one sitting? he was a growing boy.

who cared if all he did was run a few steps in baseball and eat like a chipmunk all the while remaining the same? he was a growing boy!

who cared if he could burp and sneeze loudly, sit like he'd bought the planet, and go outside at night?

.. certainly not you.

but sometimes you wish -

"it's so fucking hot." mark mumbled, hanging off your bed, voice muffled around his - seventh? - donut.

you stared down at the bowl of cotton candy grapes on your lap.

your teeth ached with need.

- . . you were a. . it was easier.

"yeah." you said, squeezing one of the grapes between your index and thumb until the flesh oozed out, shiny and sticky. "i know."

"you almost done?" he asked, turning onto his stomach and wiping the icing off his hands onto your bedding.

the homework sheets in front of you were nearly done. but you'd need a lot more time to finish homework for the both of you. you wonder if your parents knew that mark coming over to do homework just consisted of him distracting you while you did the work.

and maybe they did.

they were always so forgiving to people who weren't you.

in their eyes, you'd ask for advice if he was really taking advantage of you. and none of that whiny complaining of him being too rough, either.

you should've known what you were getting yourself into when you befriended a boy.

boys will be boys. right?

then, he doesn't know his own strength when you were mad at him when one of his playful shoves sent you staggering in front of his friends.

or, he was trying to be funny! lighten up. when he'd grabbed you and groped at your fleshy sides - also in front of his friends.

and most importantly, the two of you had been best friends for so long, there was no reason why something as innocent as you doing a couple of favors for him could cause such turmoil.

you should be nicer to him. i mean, how many other friends do you have?

and that's what the excuses were about.

your parent(s) felt indebted to him. after all, they didn't have the energy to deal with the tides of your mental state: the complex emotions, highs and lows, that only seemed to become that much more apparent as you entered your teenage years.

you imagined how they must’ve thought of you.

it couldn't be that much different than how everyone else did.

mark is so patient, so good at babysitting poor, socially inept you.

but as long as they didn't have to do the heavy lifting, they figured letting mark keep you was their safest bet. it did you good. mark didn't seem burdened. if anything, he seemed happy. he enjoyed taking care of you. and you knew he did. in fact, when he wasn't around his friends. . he was the mark you grew up with.

kind of.

he was still into the same stuff: comics and superhero movies. as long as it was just the two of you. . it wasn't that bad. he cared for you. and he'd show he wasn't all gone when he'd warned you about boys - who, ironically, seemed to perfectly describe his friend group.

don't date them, he'd say, and it reminded you of when you'd gotten that ring pop and he told you you were his.

his protective demeanor wasn't a problem when he had the strength of a six year old. but mark wasn't six anymore. the jealous fits weren't as endearing. he was rowdier. moodier. and he'd grown into his body. . meaning he had the mass to back his words up.

but you weren't cowed by him. not much, anyway.

which caused you to push away the pile of homework and snap, "why don't you do your own fucking homework? it's too much."

you knew the most mark would do was sulk and pout. that's all he ever did when you'd be preoccupied with other things. . or grouped with the opposite sex. but there'd be moments in which you'd caught the flicker of darkness in his eyes whenever the two of you had a disagreement.

when you said no.

"i'm tired after baseball." he said, slowly, like it's something you were supposed to know.

"yeah, well, i'm tired, too!" you huffed.

"yeah? of doing what?"

"of thinking for the both of us."

"you calling me dumb?"

"you said it." you muttered under your breath, doodling onto the page to distract you from the annoyance bubbling inside you.

you didn't notice him getting up. he'd have a habit of sneaking up on you. maybe he was just quiet. or you were just too absent minded to notice. but either way, before you knew it, you were lifted off the floor from around your waist.

you don't even get a chance to react before he pinned you to your bed. the shock causing your face to grow hot before you begin to thrash beneath him, spitting out insults and trying to hit him in any soft spot you could.

but he was faster, stronger.

repeating, "i'm stupid?" while fighting you off like it was nothing.

he'd always had better stamina, and soon, you're tired and pinned beneath him.

and then he. .

just froze above you.

mark's world had gone still. he could sense everything. the air shifted around him and all his attention landed on you. he could feel weak throbbing beneath the palm of his hands as he held your wrists in a two handed grip above your head.

he could smell your perfumed skin. hear the blood soaring through your veins. the heat from your face warmed him like a furnace. and the realization slammed into him like a freight train.

he'd gotten his powers.

you'd brought them out of him.

“um. can I get up now?” you'd whispered from beneath him, flustered. your eyes narrowed towards your door, the one your parent(s) demanded you to keep open at all times.

mark blinked.

then, shuffled off of you with burning cheeks.

you watched him hastily sling his school bag over his shoulder and waddle out of the room. confused, you called after him - you had a test to study for for christ's sake! - but he didn't stop.

you scrambled after him.

but like years before, you couldn't keep up.

he was gone before you even made it out into the hallway.

CHAPTER 3

#mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible #invincible x reader #yandere mark grayson #yandere mark grayson x reader #WEE WOO WEE WOO #alex g brainrot

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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bakugou the type of man to not give you what you want.

for example, you were giving him a little bit of an attitude—which is fine, he can deal with an attitude. but it’s when you start to be a real brat when he’s busy that really gets to him. all you wanted was his attention, so who is he to say no?

has you on the bed, kneeling behind you and wedging you right against his chest. you’ve been stripped down to just your panties and you had thought you won, he was giving you the attention you needed. except he’s holding your wrists with one big hand and the other is between your legs; letting his fingers rub harsh circles against your pussy through your panties and it’s giving little relief for that ache.

you whine, and you feel his condescending snicker deep in his chest. “what? isn’t this what you wanted?” and you whine your breathless ‘no’ in return, but he doesn’t care. he keeps rubbing those harsh circles, your pussy aches from the friction. you can writhe all you want against him but bakugou isn’t going to be giving in so soon.

you manage to look up at him, and it’s no surprise that he’s already looking back down at you. “i didn’t mean to annoy you! ‘m sorry!” you plead and bakugou, whilst still very much a man who hates to give in, can’t help but let his resolve melt just a little at the way you plead and cry for something more.

he wrangles you into a different position then, legs clamped together and your knees pulled to your chest to expose your pussy to him once he yanks your ruined panties away. he continues his harsh strokes against your pussy but this time it’s much better—his calloused warm fingers glide easily against your wet cunt.

he teases your entrance with his fingers, holding just the tip of them there and he can feel the way you clench; trying to pull him into your plush walls. but again, he doesn’t give in. you whine, moaning when his fingers tap against your clit before finally, finally, do they slip down and he’s already two fingers deep. your moans are so pretty when you’re this needy, gasping and slurring his name as if you can’t get your tongue to work whilst his fingers curl harshly against your walls.

then he’s pulling his fingers out, stroking his hand up along your pussy. “holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” he groans, rumbling deep in his throat.

though you make a mistake in choosing to be embarrassed, hands coming down to cover yourself briefly and he wastes no time in slapping your hands away, delivering a firm spank to your ass cheek. “don’t you fuckin’ dare hide from me when you wanted this so bad.”

safe to say—you got what you wanted in the end. the man can’t resist when it comes to fucking you dumb on his cock.

#— alex rambles #— bkg thirst #bakugou smut #didn’t read this through and did it on my phone #now i shower WOO #🫡 goodbye

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lemondoddle · 5 months

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He's just so throwable carryable

[I.D. four photos of pencil drawings of various marble hornets characters picking up/ carrying jay. the first drawing has alex casually holding a very confused and slightly flustered jay bridal style. someone off-screen asks "whatcha got there?" and alex responds "he was in my seat." the second drawing has brian with jay hoisted over his back and arms draped in front that he holds onto. jay is sleeping and brian chuckles to himself while saying "let's get you home". in drawing three jessica stands having picked up jay and holding him at the legs. jay, impressed goes "woah" and jessica responds "told you i could, i spend all day moving boxes around!" the final drawing shows tim walking with jay slung over his shoulder, covering his face in embarrassment while the two bicker:

jay: TIM, put me DOWN. tim: nope, you need to go to bed. jay: i hate you tim: hate me when you're rested.

end I.D.]

#lane speaks #WOO first art of 2024 (kinda! started these the last couple days)#but i think these are very fun #also yeah im pretending that jay is still alive while jessica works at ship out in that third one :')#art #marble hornets #mh #nebulart #also also he wasnt actually in alex's spot alex did that just for fun 🤭

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mediocre-life-span · 10 months

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She'd never punch Vicar Max, tbh it probably wouldn't hurt him if she did

(Also please excuse my awful handwriting)

#WOO PEACE #yeah no i tried playfighting with my brother #zero damage #meanwhile he picked me up and locked me in the bathroom #i seem to have a theme with making characters with -strength #alex hawthorne #the outer worlds #tow #vicar max

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theoryofwhatnow · 4 months

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i just know alex and nigel are making the most of their valentine rn. one of them just murdered someone as romantic gesture towards the other, fancy dinner, formal outfits, etc.

#boutta go DOWN on eachother #wooing and seducing eachother all day to have a very long and eventful night ahead of themselves #like minds #nigel colbie #alex forbes #murderous intent #like minds 2006 #alex forbes x nigel colbie

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icebluecyanide · 1 month

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One thing I thought worked really nicely in the show was how Julia Rothman didn't once mention Helen in her first story about John.

We hear her talk about John's feelings for her and show Alex the letters, and then we get the small mention of Alex being six months old when John died, and just from that we get the sense that there's something she isn't telling Alex. Because there was another woman involved, it wasn't just her and John and there's just this question lingering of who Alex's mum is and what Julia must have felt about her.

And then later we find out she felt betrayed and used and nearly everything in her plan was about revenge exactly for this betrayal (and the Department taking down Scorpia). And there's already a hint of it not being the full/right story in the discrepancy in her first story to Alex.

#alex rider tv #julia rothman #john rider #helen rider #alex rider #alex rider spoilers #john x julia #john x helen #also it's interesting because i get the feeling that in the show john definitely went further in wooing her #and that julia might not have known about helen at all until after she realised she was played #while in the book she knows he is married from the start #but that part of the story from the book was also conspicuously missing

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