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j0eyj0rdis0n · 6 months

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This was a request in the comments of one of my posts a while back. I totally forgot about it for a hot minute until I was scrolling through my drafts. I hope whoever requested this enjoys!

CREEPS IDEAL TYPE

JEFF THE KILLER:

He's pretty open when it comes to a partner.

He doesn't care what you're interested in because he'll just tease you no matter what

But he does like someone whos clean (even though he's literally the grossest creep)

I feel like it's something about the contrast he likes? Or maybe it's just because you need everything to be clean so you do it for him?

Wash his clothes please

EYELESS JACK:

He probably wants someone quiet like him

Someone who likes to read as well!

Quality time is a must for him!!

He's interested in someone who's more covered up when it comes to clothes? Maybe more professional looking?

Honestly he's happy with whatever as long as you accept him for the beast he is

TIM/MASKY:

Housewife. Housewife. Housewife.

PLEASE cook and clean for him

It's not that he's incapable, it's just the act of service melts his heart

Would love it if you waited at the door for him to come home, or were just setting the table as he walked in

"Honey I'm home" type vibes

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Someone innocent

Good LORD would this man fall so hard for an innocent s/o

He wants to be your only source of protection, the one who shows you things, teaches you, tells you what's right

It's the manipulation talking, but it's out of love

He'd give you so so so many gifts (wear the outfits he gets. NOW!)

"TICCI" TOBY:

Someone who's down for adventure!

He needs someone who can handle his up's and his down's and who's always ready to do something together

Probably would fit better with an outdoors person

If you like the same music as him it's a HUGE plus

He'll talk to you for HOURS about his favorite bands

BEN DROWNED:

Gamer. Obviously.

Dude needs a player 2

Also someone who smokes! If you'd smoke it up with him he'd be happy forever

Aaand you should probably know how to cook because this man burns water

Make him mac n' cheese

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jtkys · 6 months

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Random headcanon post

silly habits I think crp characters would have!!

Jeff-

leaves things everywhere (by accident). Whether it be random items, clothes, etc. he’ll go in one room and put an item down, intending to pick it back up again when he leaves the room, and then will just completely forget it was there and leave to do another thing. People have grown accustomed to just assuming whatever has been left alone is Jeff’s, and usually leave it outside his door or in his room. He’s caught onto this, and has just accepted that whatever is left out in the open now belongs to him. Finders keepers.

Toby-

Doesn’t chew his food enough. I know it sounds silly, but most of the time when he’s eating he just zones out or has his attention on another thing (video, book, game, whatever) , so he doesn’t chew his food enough and swallows pieces that are too big. He doesn’t choke he just sits there like 👁️👁️, and it looks like he’s absolutely out of it, but he’s actually just trying to swallow the food. Will probably just silently stand up and grab a drink to try and wash it down, and then act as if nothing happened. Tim witnessed him doing it once and genuinely thought he had been possessed, now everyone knows to just grab him some water instead of calling for an exorcist.

BEN-

Forgets to take cans/plates/cups out of his room. I’m also guilty of this habit so it’s ok, but honestly I see BEN as quite the introvert, usually hiding away in his room for comfort. He doesn’t really like to eat with other people and is an absolute iPad kid to he’s got to be watching something while eating, so he usually goes up to his room. also, probably drinks atleast 15 energy drinks a day (yeah me too) and simply forgets to throw away the cans, or to bring the plates/bowls that he’s eaten out of downstairs. He intends to do it and then forgets to do it and then just decides he doesn’t wanna make the trip downstairs again to do it. So oh well. Either someone sees the state of his room and does it for him or he very slowly accumulates all of the manor’s plates and glasses, until literally nobody has anything to eat or drink out of.

EJ-

Hits his head on things/bumps into things. Already said in a previous post, but I hc this motherfucker to be TALL. As in he towers over everyone. This, unfortunately, leads to him bashing his head on the doorframes of almost every room, as the massive manor they live in wasn’t designed to home demons that tall, or demons at all, for a matter of fact, which leads me to the next thing. He bumps into things all the time, and has probably broken some things over the years (which he’s profusely apologised for every time) because he’s just so big- also, that tail of his doesn’t help. He tries his best to be a careful gentle giant, he really does, but who can blame him for some slip ups when you’re that size? The others would tease him for it, but he gets embarrassed and insecure about the fact he’s so tall and big compared to everyone else, so they bite their tongues.

Jane-

Leaves lipstick stains on everything. No glass, cup, mug or piece of cutlery in the manor is safe from her various shades of lipstick in red and black. When they host events, when they have a girls night out, or when it’s just a casual night of the adults drinking in the mansion, you can always tell which wine glass belongs to Jane because of the lipstick stain. (On the note of wine, she very specifically will only drink expensive red wine. Love her for that 🗣️🗣️)

Nina-

Doodles on everything. She gets bored super easily, and hates having to sit still for more than five minutes. She usually carries a marker or one of those scented pencils around with her, just so she can doodle on whatever surface she’s forced to sit at. Sometimes, even if she’s standing, she might just draw some silly things on the walls or wherever she can get her hands on. Very often, you’ll find drawings of cats, random squiggles, love hearts, or random notes about or to the residents. It can range from “you owe me $20!!” To “I really liked the way your hair looked today <3” and it makes people happy when they pass by and see what she’s scribbled on the dining room table or hallway wall for them today. She’s so silly how can anyone hate her

clockwork-

Talks in her sleep. This is super random, but I think it’s kinda silly for her. Sometimes, she goes out drinking with some guy friends of hers and come home at like 2 in the morning. Someone, probably BEN, comes downstairs intending to get a snack (because you know damn well his sleep schedule is fucked up as hell) and witnesses her fast asleep on the sofa, mumbling away. He finds it incredibly funny ofcourse and decides to record it, as she mutters away about whatever is going on in her dream. Ofcourse when she wakes up, hungover and grouchy enough as it is, and BEN teases her for it, well. You best believe that he’s already deleted the video and is undoubtedly sworn to secrecy after the threatening look she gives him. (He still tells Jeff though)

EXTRA (cuz I felt like it)

Shut up I know they aren’t technically crp but it’s for the sake of writing. Hush up and sit down 🗣️

Tim-

always leaves the lights on after leaving a room. He hates it when other people do it, and will always lecture someone about wasting electricity and blah blah blah, but he’s just as guilty. He’s usually rushing around with his billions of tasks to do, and forgets to switch off the lights after he exits a room. Truthfully, he feels a bit bad about being so hypocritical sometimes, lecturing everyone else despite the fact he does it himself, but he always claims that “it’s different!!” And he does it because he’s rushing around, everyone else does it cause they’re forgetful (he’s literally just as forgetful, but for the sake of his sanity, indulge in these thoughts and accept the lectures.)

Brian-

Taps on surfaces constantly. This is actually a habit he picked up from Toby, who at first just did it as a stim, but once Brian picked it up, they just randomly began to tap out random made up melodies together for fun. Nobody else gets it, and really, neither do they: it’s their little thing. Sometimes, they’ll silently agree to play a game of trying to guess the song the other person is trying to tap, and if they pick up on it, it’s always a fun little bonding moment of them just tapping on different surfaces together to make said song. They look absolutely crazy doing it, grinning at eachother and tapping away, but they’re happy and having fun, so that’s all that matters. Sometimes, the others catch on and join in, but most of the time it’s their little secret.

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creepypasta65 · 7 months

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Can you do female reader that want a child with Masky/Tim and their night together? (Nsfw) thanks❤

Thanks for the request :)

⚠️Warning NSFW content below⚠️

Masky/Tim x Fem Reader that wants a child:

Tim would be surprised at first when you said that you want to have a baby with him. He would get a bit nervous and laugh it off thinking it was a joke because that's his dream, having a baby with you, but he knows he can't because of his job.

However, a few days after what you said and him constantly thinking about it, he decided; he wanted a child.

That night, he was pounding into you. At first, you were in the doggy position and getting pounded by Tim from the back, he was gripping your hips and telling you how you have some good childbearing hips. He is groaning and telling you how he's about to put a baby into you.

Tim will also put you in the mating press and kiss you while he's pounding into you. He will say, "Imma going to give you a baby, and we will be a happy family together." and "I can't wait to see your belly full of my kids and your breasts growing with milk".

He will cum like 20 times into you; he just wants to make sure you are pregnant.

Have a nice day or night :)

#masky x reader #masky mh #masky marble hornets #masky headcanon #tim wright headcanons #tim wright marble hornets #tim marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #mh smut #masky x reader smut

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brights-place · 26 days

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Creepypasta Incorrect Quotes #19

Toby: *trying to climb onto the roof to do a backflip on to a trampoline* Hoodie/Brian: *trying to stop him* BEN and Sally: *cheering him on* Jeff: *making a bet in chat with Kate, Y/N and Tim on whether or not Toby will hurt himself* Slenderman looking into the camera like he's on The Office: I need some new Creepypastas

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sister-lucifer · 11 months

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Hiya, hope you're having a pog day <3

I wanted to make a request if possible (also if you're comfortable with it, if not, feel free to ignore this ask!! no worries)

nsfw headcanons for Hoodie and Masky with a trans masc s/o (with top surgery scars)

Masky + Hoodie w/ a trans masc partner who has top surgery scars

Masky + Hoodie x Reader (separately)

Genre: Fluff + NSFW, headcanons

Content/warnings: There’s a lot of talk of reader’s body but it’s all positive, Tim is insecure about his scars, chest + tummy kisses, tooth rotting fluff AND some soft romantic NSFW 😌

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Sorry if you wanted like…hardcore nasty NSFW, this is really sweet 😔

Tim Wright/Masky

Although I don’t personally headcanon Tim as trans (though i definitely enjoy trans tim content 👌😋), he certainly has his fair share of scars

They’re mostly on his arms and hands

Some are from fights, others are from miscellaneous accidents, some have been there as long as he can remember and he’s not even sure where they came from

But theres one thing he knows for sure:

He HATES when people point them out

He can’t really explain it, he just hates having attention drawn to them

You may not feel the same way, but even if you say you don’t mind he’ll be careful not to point them out

That’s not to say you won’t catch him staring when he thinks you’re not looking, though

The scars just look so…natural, on you

Like they’ve always been there

He forgets that they’re scars, really

He’s not sure why he feels so different about scars on you than he does on him

The longer he’s with you the less he notices your scars anymore

And the less he notices his own too

Over time he becomes less insecure about them as he watches you not only live with but accept and maybe even embrace your scars

And there’s something he loves about being able to run his hand down your bare chest, the marks on his hand matching with your scars

Especially when he finds you in bed with him, climbing on top of him and straddling his lap

He cant stop himself from reaching out and pulling your shirt off, his large hands splaying out over your torso as he admires you, feeling your heartbeat thump behind your ribs

If your position allows him to see your chest, don’t be surprised if he can’t pull his eyes away

He’s not very talkative during sex, but he’s always sure to remind you how handsome you are

He knows sex can sometimes trigger dysphoria, and he doesn’t want you to forget that you’re his sweet boy, forever and always

You can thank him for the praise by taking one of his scarred hands and pressing a soft kiss to it, a silent reassurance that his feelings about you are not unrequited

Brian Thomas/Hoodie

Brian, on the other hand, is very vocal about how attractive he finds your scars

Although he’s got a few of his own, they’re generally not very noticeable

And even if someone did point them out, he’d simply laugh them off

So he feels comfortable telling you how much he loves your scars

They’re a reminder of how strong you are, he says

It’s not easy embracing your true trans self in this world, and you should wear your scars with pride

He’s got an artistic streak, so don’t be surprised if he asks to draw on them

He may even suggest getting a cool tattoo to emphasize them!

Like barbed wire or a flower chain or something

But if you don’t want that, he’s perfectly content simply being allowed to run his fingers over your scars

He’ll often absentmindedly begin tracing them whenever you’re laying together, sometimes not even realizing he’s doing it

He loves to kiss your chest too

He’s a romantic type, what can I say 🤷

He just loves to give your scars all the gentle attention they deserve, he can’t help it

Don’t be surprised if his hands find your scars as if they have a mind of their own, always wandering to your chest whenever you’re standing at the counter or sitting on the couch with him

And don’t be surprised if those wandering hands lead to more than just gentle touches

If you allow him his way during sex, he’ll always insist on having you on your back

He’ll pay extra attention to your chest, and i don’t just mean your scars (although they certainly aren’t ignored)

He’s much more vocal than Tim, a constant stream of praises and reassurances spilling from his mouth and he drones on and on about how handsome you are and how lucky he is to have such a beautiful boy like you to take care of

You’re an absolute beauty to him, and he’s going to make sure he tells you every chance he gets

Brian Thomas: The Dysphoria Miracle Cure

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moonlit-horrors · 6 months

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Do you think that you can make angst and fluff head canons for Tim Wright and/or Evan Myers???

☼︎ Angst and Fluff Headcanons ☼︎

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Characters: Tim Wright (Marble Hornets); Evan Meyers (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: Fluff and angst (duh, haha); Allusions to mental illness; References to possession; Gender neutral Reader; No use of (Y/N); SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Sorry if this took forever! <3

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✧ Tim Wright

⊹ฺ Before I get into it, I love him so much, I just want to kiss all over his face.

⊹ฺ Tim is the best person to nap/cuddle with. He is so warm and holds you so closely, it's impossible not to feel loved.

⊹ฺ He has sleepy parent friend energy - like, he will gladly smile and nod at what you do, but will also get so nervous depending on what it is. As ready to smile and nod as he is, he is also fully prepared to sigh at you and your plan.

⊹ฺ Periodically disappears (as Tim does) and no matter how long he's gone, he always feels so bad and you are the first person he reaches out to.

⊹ฺ In that same vein, Time goes back and forth between seeking you out and isolating himself when he's low; he wants to be around you (his safe space), but he also doesn't want to put you in harm's way.

⊹ฺ When he's travelling around with Jay, he tries to come and see you any time he can. It's all far and few between, but he tries his hardest.

⊹ฺ Speaking of things more "Marble Hornets related", Masky hesitates when he sees you. While Tim would love to think his alter wouldn't hurt you, that doesn't stop him from trying to take control back to keep you safe.

⊹ฺ Tim gets so nervous whenever you cough. His body tenses and he feels like his heart stops.

⊹ฺ No matter where he is, he always makes sure to call or text right at midnight on your birthday. He loves you so much, and therefore, has to be the first person to tell you.

⊹ฺ Guys, I love him so much, you don't understand, haha.

✧ Evan Meyers

⊹ฺ Poor thing, holy shit.

⊹ฺ Loves holding your hand and carrying you around. He can't explain it, but carrying you around is so fun for him.

⊹ฺ Teases you a lot; seeing your smile or hearing your laugh just make his day twenty times better.

⊹ฺ Loves watching horror movies with you or playing horror games - he's always hoping something scares you enough for you to grab onto him, haha.

⊹ฺ Speaking of, Evan is absolutely your biggest protector. If he wasn't already trigger happy about kicking the asses of demons and cosmic/eldritch horrors, you would definitely be what kicks that off.

⊹ฺ Makes Jeff and Vinnie to swear they'll look after you if anything happens to him.

⊹ฺ Thinks about keeping his distance from you a lot to keep you safe. It never works, though. He misses you and worries about you too much.

⊹ฺ He makes sure that you know where all of his knives are and how to use them. He wants you to be able to have a fighting chance if he's not around, whether that's physically, or because his body's being used against his will.

⊹ฺ Would love to one day have a family with you (if you also want one), but also knows how slim the chances of that happening are. He doesn't trust himself enough, either.

⊹ฺ Evan always makes sure that he falls asleep after you. He's gotta make sure you're safe and sound before he rests.

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tobyislame · 7 months

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big fan of the grumpy old man/accidentally adopted rambunctious child trope with tim and toby

#acts like he could care less if toby died #in reality hed never recover #like dads with the pet they “never wanted”#might make a hc post abt this i have a lot #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #tim wright #tim wright headcanons #marble hornets #creepypasta #tobyhcs

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nikoisanidiot · 2 years

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hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta fluff #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #tim wright #tim wright x reader #tim wright headcanons #brian thomas #brian thomas x reader #brian thomas headcanons

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necroromantics · 2 months

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Tim with a wife bruh. I foam at the mouth from your ticciwork stories and I NEED your interpretation of him with a wife dawg

This one sounds really fun...

I think if Tim ever settled down and got married, it would be in the Marble Hornets universe after the canon events instead of a Creepypasta related AU where he's a proxy (like my AU, Cryptpasta)

He probably would've met her at a bar, or some other unconventional place. Maybe even church on days when it got bad.

She would be some southern belle who has all the wit and charm to keep up with him. He wouldn't be the same sassy college kid he was all those years ago, and he'd need someone persistent and nurturing enough to drag him out of that 6ft deep shell of his.

The relationship would be incredibly rocky at the start, Tim would definitely be way too scared to get close to her. She would have to be the one to be stubborn enough to not let him push her away. It'd cause a few heated fights.

Eventually as time passed, he'd slowly let her in. He'd drop vague comments about the things he's experienced, the people he's lost, and she'd always respond with a sort of kindness and understanding he's never had before. Or something he's had once, but had it ripped away from him.

It would take years for him to trust that everything would be fine. And eventually, he'd say fuck it, and propose.

During marriage, Tim would be one of those emotionally reserved husbands who goes to work at some trucking company or construction, and come back home to his wife. He'd live out a painfully traditional lifestyle with a woman who loves him, and he loves her too. And he'd have nightmares almost every night, and he'd always reach for her when it happens.

I think their marriage would be something very quiet and peaceful. Something uneventful and boring and normal. He wouldn't be able to handle having a wild life, all that man wants to do is to relax as best as he can. Tim would love his wife more than anything, and even though his PTSD would make things difficult for him, slowly he'd open up to her more and more. And most importantly, she'd always be there for him.

Tim would get along well with her family. He's very introverted and not interested in getting to know many people, but he has a sort of wit and charm that really matches with his wife. It's the sort of dynamic that would have her father shaking his hand and giving him his blessing.

Every morning before leaving for work, he gives her a kiss, and tells her he loves her. Just in case. Every night before he goes to sleep, he gives her a kiss, and tells her he loves her. Just in case.

They wouldn't have kids, but they'd grow old together. Tim wouldn't ever fully open up to his wife about what he went through, and she wouldn't ever push him to. But they'd live a quiet, happy life together. And maybe after everything he's lost in his past, his future would make up for it.

#tombwrites #marble hornets #creepypasta #masky mh #mh #tim mh #tim wright #tim wright headcanons #marble hornets tim

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intimidating-fettuccine · 6 hours

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Pie || Tim x Reader. You bake Tim his favorite dessert

It’s not often that Tim feels drawn to the kitchen by a delicious smell. The only people other than him who are great at cooking in the mansion usually are Slender and Jane, and both of them are out on missions right now, leaving him both confused and intrigued by the delicious smell wafting up through the vents, until Tim finally places the smell; apple pie. Unable to resist the temptation, he makes his way downstairs to peek quickly into the kitchen, but he wasn’t expecting the sight before him.

You're bent over the kitchen island, trying to make sure the dessert before you looks as delicious as it smells, flour coating your form despite the fact that you have one of Tim's nice aprons covering most of your body. You go to wipe some sweat off your brow, but that only serves to smear some flour across your forehead. He can't help but inwardly laugh, imagining you standing there watching it bake in the oven with so much trepidation that you can't even get cleaned up while it bakes. As much as he wanted to stay hidden and keep watching from a distance you glance up, spot him by the door, and look at him like a deer in headlights.

"I didn't think you'd be down yet." Is all you can manage to say, causing him to chuckle as he makes his way over to you.

"How could I resist the temptation of such a delicious smell?" A smile decorates his face as he stands beside you, looking down at the quite large apple pie in front of you, his hands resting on his hips.

Slender has some larger pans for when he wants to bake one thing for everyone, and it seems that was the pan you believed would be best. Tim glances at you, and you avoid making eye contact, choosing instead to stare down at the pie before you. It's noticeable that it was your first time baking such a large pie, as the lattice design you chose to do doesn't quite fit correctly, but despite that, the pie looks quite nice and smells wonderful. Tim's stomach growls, agreeing with him on that, and he can't help but laugh along with you at the noise.

"May I try a bite?" The question leaves him with a smile, and you can't help but shift nervously before him.

"If you really want to... I wanted to make something yummy for you since you're always doing so much for me, but I wasn't sure how well it would turn out." Your voice is unconfident, and Tim shakes his head at you, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug, not minding as the flour covering you spreads to him as well.

"Honey, it smells incredible. Even if it didn't, you know I'd eat it. Anything made by you is well worth eating, trust me." He presses a soothing kiss to your temple, and you can't help but sigh as you lean into him. Tim always had a way of relaxing you, and you felt the exhaustion of making such a big pie hitting you as your arms wrapped around his waist.

"If you really think you'll like it, feel free to each as much as you want." You acquiesce to him, letting go of him to cut him a slice.

Tim couldn't help but lick his lips as he watched you, grabbing a nearby plate and fork, holding the plate out to you as you delicately set the still steaming piece of pie onto it for him. You watched him anxiously, hands clasped in front of you as you breathed in deeply. He took quite a hefty first bite, chewing thoughtfully as he considered the taste, a large smile coming to his lips, nodding his head in excitement at the flavor. The tension leaves your body as you return his smile, thankful that you succeeded in making something delicious.

"You really like it?" You ask him, your smile growing as he nods at you again.

"I told you it would be well worth eating, sweetheart." He said through another mouthful of pie, and you couldn't help but laugh at him, leaping forward to wrap your arms around him in another hug. A noise of surprise slipped out of him as he lifted his plate up so you could hug him, and he smiled down at you affectionately, patting your head with his other hand.

He reassured you as he continued eating, making comments on all the wonderful things you did while making it, like how perfectly you sliced the apples, and how you got the seasoning just right. He finished the piece without a single complaint, patting you on the head and pressing an apple flavored kiss to your lips as thanks for the meal, smiling at you lovingly as a few small giggles slipped out of you. Unbeknownst to you, however, a mischievous grin made its way onto his face as he pulled you closer.

"Although, I think there's only one thing that's more delicious than the pie..." You blinked up at him in surprise at his statement, preparing to question him on what he meant, but before you could, you let out a gasp as he scooped you off the floor and into his arms.

"And I've got it right here!" He yelled out, laughing as he took off sprinting for the stairs, your body bouncing up and down as he went, laughs tumbling out of you as you tried to cling onto him.

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 6 months

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S/O WHO HAS A DUMP TRUCK (a big butt) WITB TIM/MASKY, JEFF, BRIAN/HOODIE AND TOBY 🙏🏼🙏🏼

How dare you assume I don't know what a dump truck is!!

CREEPS WITH A S/O WHO HAS A FAT ASS

JEFF THE KILLER:

Unfortunately he's a tits man...

But he supposes he can settle for someone with a fat ass instead

Smacks it every time he walks by. No exceptions.

Looooves it when you wear those tiny booty shorts. He's mush in your hands when you wear those. Bonus points if there's text/writing on the back

TIM/MASKY:

ASS MAN.

Good LORD he's down bad for someone with a fat ass

Hop on his lap RIGHT NOW. No literally. Take off your pants and start riding. Reverse cowgirl of course.

But honestly when you wear those jeans that hug your ass just right, he's a total simp and a fat mess. Will do anything you could possibly want when you wear those jeans.

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Put on some leggings with a pretty thong and he's in love. Actually... Scratch the leggings, just the thong.

Gives you a nice squeeze when he's leaving for a mission

It's his way of telling you how he loves you

But he loves seeing the way your ass jiggles as he drills into you

"TICCI" TOBY:

Worships your body. Like more than Brian or Tim does, and that's saying something.

Begs you to sit on his face

Did I mention he's a simp?

Like he's complimenting you 24/7, 365. No matter what you wear he's still just as down bad as the outfit before

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br0ught2l1fe · 6 months

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Headcanons on what Tim & Brian [marblehornets] would be like h!gh on their own

a/n: this post is sfw. this post only contains the characters tim wright and brian haight. if you’d like to see anymore characters you can check out my other post here or you can request someone in my dms.

TW- smoking & weed

Tim ▹

- not really into it if we’re being honest

- “having a cigarette is better”

- the only time he smokes weed is when he really can’t sleep or just feels overwhelmed and needs something to knock him out

- he can’t roll because he never smokes anything but joints

- will have an edible sometimes

- brian would definitely teach him how to roll if he asked though

- usually will stand outside and smoke

- once he’s finished he goes to his room and reads a book

- give him 30 minutes to an hour and he’ll be out cold

- even if he wanted to keep himself awake while high, he would not be able to fight the sleepiness fighting behind his eyes

- does not enjoy smoking in a group or with other people (besides brian)

- it just kinda irritates him to be around people while high, not to mention the minor anxiety that slowly kicks in

- so yea he doesn’t smoke much but when he does, it’s usually mostly for medical reasons

Brian ▹

- you might not think he is, but he is definitely a pothead

- this man knows how to ROLL. he places second place next to ben as first

- will use anything from edibles to bongs to pipes to blunts i mean anything

- has made his own bong once when his other one broke as a placeholder

- started smoking to help keep him relaxed but bro started to love it a little too much. cause now he gets high every night

- and sometimes the morning before a shower

- his clothes may smell fine but trust that his room smells strongly of weed

- when he gets high he usually just chills, watches a show, or doodles mini comics (i hc he’s a comic lover)

- please don’t put him, ben, and toby in the same room when they are high unless you want the place to burn down

- depending on who he is with he can either be super chill and relaxed or extremely chaotic

- basically matches peoples vibes when he’s high which is why many of the creeps love to smoke with him

- basically he’s apart of everyones dream blunt rotation

- loves to get high before a shower or before a nightly walk

- big pipe collection

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a/n: remember if you want to request anything or see a certain character, dm my account

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creepypasta65 · 8 months

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Hi, could you do dom proxies with dom reader arguing over dominance in bed + nsfw?

Thank you!

Thanks for the request :)

⚠️Warning NSFW content down below⚠️

Dom Proxies with a Dom Reader Arguing Over Dominance in Bed:

Masky/Tim:

Tim loves being the dominant one in the bedroom, which causes many arguments with you since you want to be the dominant one.

He will not allow it and is so stubborn about it.

However, if you pretend to cry about it, he will feel horrible and let you dominate him. You will be so happy, and once Tim realizes you fake cry, he will just let you dominate him since he likes seeing you happy.

Hoodie/Brian:

Brian is a sweetheart and will let you dominate him. He also doesn't like arguing with you, so he will let you do whatever you please.

He will praise you and say filthy stuff like, "you look so pretty taking my cock" or "Love, you sure are enjoying yourself on my cock".

Brian will let you dominate for a few rounds before he takes over again.

Toby:

Toby is naturally a switch, so he will happily let you dominate him whenever you want.

But if both of you want to be the dominant one, then you two will compromise and take turns for each round.

However, if you keep teasing him and edging him for hours or too long, he will break and dominate you and pounds you until he finally releases.

Have a nice day :)

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brights-place · 3 months

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Creepypasta Incorrect Quotes #18

Hoodie: Can you please keep it down? I’m trying to think.

Tim: Don’t worry. Trying anything for the first time is hard.

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sister-lucifer · 1 month

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Who’ll Stop The Rain?

Tim Wright/Masky x Gender Neutral Reader

READ PART ONE HERE

READ PART TWO HERE

Genre: Comfort, fluff, slight angst but nothing heavy, not explicitly romantic

Summary: The thunder rouses you from a nightmare-filled sleep, and in your distress you run to Tim for comfort

Content/Warnings: None really, reader has nightmares due to unspecified trauma but nothing is explicitly written, Tim is a little emotionally constipated but does his best, no explicit romance.

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

You nearly jump out of your skin when the screaming thunder rips you from your fitful sleep. You sit up so fast you almost fall out of bed, your jaw hanging open like you’re trying to cry out despite no sound leaving your throat. Your chest is heaving so fast you start to choke on your breath. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus, and even longer still for you to remember where you are.

Do you recognize this place?

Home?

This isn’t home.

No. Not quite.

A home, yes, but not your home.

The TV is still on.

The wallpaper is still peeling.

The shag rug is still discolored.

You know where you are.

You look around for a second, taking in your surroundings and making sure your assessment was correct. It’s like a flood of memories coming back to you in an instant, and for a second it’s almost calming. That is, until you get to the part that made you so afraid in the first place.

The nightmares have been pervasive for weeks now. You’re not sure why. It’s some sort of episode you think, one of these days it’ll stop, but it’s been wearing on you. You’ve hidden it from Tim as best you can. You don’t want him to worry, that’ll only make you feel worse, and usually it’s easy enough to shake the thoughts from your mind.

Usually.

But this time it’s lingering, an unwanted guest meandering in the doorway for an uncomfortable amount of time, like dirty smoke permeating everything around it and yellowing the walls with its horrible malodor.

God, it’s everywhere.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bringing your knees to your chest and hiding your face in them. It’s a feeble attempt to calm yourself, to stop the images of your nightmare from flashing in your mind over and over again, but it does little to help.

The thunder cries out again and you yelp in surprise, the harsh noise cutting through the static buzzing taking over your mind. It irritates the pounding headache you can feel coming on. You’re exhausted, only being kept awake by the obscene amounts of adrenaline being pumped through your veins.

God, it won’t go away.

There are just some thoughts that can’t be forced out no matter how hard you try. They can’t be pushed away or covered up or cut out of you. You can only wait until they dissolve on their own, but right now they feel like a cement block weighing you down from the inside.

The headache is coming on faster than you thought, and you wince under the pressure of pins and needles in the back of your head.

God, it hurts.

You can’t stay here.

You can’t stay in this room.

It’s like the walls are closing in on you, the darkness barely shrouding their approach.

It’s not safe here.

You need Tim.

He’ll know what to do.

You jump from your bed and tumble to the floor, not even taking a moment to acknowledge the pain as you thrash your way out of the covers tangled around your ankles. You barely manage to stumble to your feet, slamming into the doorway as you flee the room. It stings, but you don’t care.

You’ve forgotten all pleasantries or manners as you burst into Tim’s room, slamming the door open so fast the knob rattles from the impact. Tim jolts awake with a grunt of surprise, and for a moment his hand jumps to grab the revolver he keeps in the dresser drawer. He only fumbles with the handle for a moment before he blinks a few times and pauses. He squints at you, tilts his head, then sighs in both relief and annoyance.

He collapses back onto the bed, rubbing his eyes.

“God…dammit, kid!” He groans, and you feel a pang of guilt that’s quickly washed away by the flood of tears stinging your eyes and burning your throat.

You rush to his bedside, collapsing against the mattress and gasping for air as you try to collect yourself. You try to breath in, but the air is forced back out of your lung before you can take a meaningful breath. You choke out a pitiful cry of Tim’s name, but with the old TV being the only light in the room and his vision still blurry with sleep he can’t see the distress that’s evident on your face.

He turns over onto his side, brows furrowed in annoyance and a hint of a scowl on his lips.

“What do you need, kid?”

You don’t get to answer before the thunder comes down again, making you flinch and forcing a surprised noise from your mouth. Tim turns and looks out the window, sighing and rolling his eyes.

“Is it the thunder, huh? You scared, kid?”

“Yes,” You finally choke out.

He pauses, his expression instantly shifting to one of concern. He scrambles to sit up, making room for you on the bed.

“Okay, okay,” He says softly, “Come on, get up here, I got you.”

You claw at the sheets as you climb up into bed with him, your hands immediately finding his body and grabbing onto his shirt. You pull yourself into him so desperately he almost falls over, barely managing to catch himself just in time to keep you both from going down.

He’s almost as frantic as you are, large hands fumbling with you as he clumsily pulls you onto his lap and into his chest. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, your fingers clutching the back of his shirt so hard your knuckles are getting sore. It hurts, but you can’t let go. You hiccup and your breath stutters as you fight for air.

“Hey, hey,” He whispers, trying to keep you still against him without crushing you, “Are you hurt or anything?”

“No,” You answer, not relaxing your grip for a second. You feel Tim nod.

“Okay, okay. What’s wrong, kid, what’s got you all worked up?” He asks. Hopefully you can’t hear that little shake in his voice.

“N-Nightmare,” is the only reply you can stutter out, but it says enough. It strikes a nerve somewhere deep inside of Tim’s being, and it hurts like hell. He knows what it’s like to wake up screaming, terrified and alone.

You’re not alone, though. Not this time. He won’t let you suffer like that.

…But god, he is so bad at this.

He loves you with everything he’s got, but he can count on one hand the amount of times he’s come right out and said it. It’s embarrassing for him, that’s all, the words taste contrived and sticky in his mouth and it’s just unbearable. It’s not something he can make himself do.

What else can he possibly say?

He ponders that question as he keeps you against him, almost afraid to let you go. He can feel your hot tears soaking through his thin night shirt now. He doesn’t know how to stop them. He’s always suffered alone, he doesn’t even have a frame of reference here.

Think, dammit, think, Tim.

He won’t tell you everything is okay. It’s not, it never will be, and he’s not going to lie to you.

He won’t tell you to stop crying. It’d be a horrible thing to ask of you, full stop. Christ, at this point, you deserve a good cry.

He won’t stay quiet. It’s completely out of the question, he has to say something, and it has to be the truth.

He has to tell you the truth.

“…You’re safe with me, kid,” He sputters, trying to get the words out as fast as possible, “You’re safe, I ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you. Not ever.”

You go quiet for just a moment, like you’re surprised to hear that. Then you hiccup and suck in a harsh breath, and the sobs roll in once more. He sighs and starts to rub your back in smooth circles.

“Whatever’s scarin’ you, kid,” He mutters in your ear, “I won’t let it get you. Nothing‘s gonna get to you while I’m here. You can sit here in my lap all night if you want, I ain’t lettin’ you go nowhere ‘til you feel safe.”

As he talks, you slowly start to calm down. It’s gradual, but when he stops talking your hiccups and sobs have gotten just a bit quieter. Your grip on his shirt has loosened a little, too.

You believe him.

God, you really do believe him.

And for some reason, that’s the most amazing thought that’s ever crossed his mind. You really do trust him to keep you safe.

He plans to keep it that way.

He adjusts you in his hold just a bit, moving to lean back against his pillows. He tightens his grip a bit just to keep you from moving. He doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to get away from you, he just wants you both to be comfortable.

Both of his hands rest on your back, slowly sliding up and down as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. Your body shivers against him, the heaving in your chest starting to level out bit by bit as you catch your breath. He can feel your lungs expand and contract with each breath.

He reaches up to scratch the back of your head, his other arm wrapping around you. He listens intently as your voice quiets until you’re silent, and then the only thing he can hear is your steady breathing.

He just sits there for a minute when he realizes he’s actually managed to calm you. He’s almost impressed with himself. In any other universe, that was probably a disaster.

His hands still and move to rest on your back once more. He doesn’t feel the need to keep you held so tight now. You’re not going anywhere.

Are you even awake?

He turns his head to look at you, and you stir a bit in response. He quickly turns his head back so as not to wake you if you are asleep. He’s not going to get up until you are.

He sighs softly to himself, his eyes turning back to the TV and whatever trashy sitcom he fell asleep too a few hours ago. He doesn’t really care. He won’t be up for much longer. Now that the adrenaline has worn off the exhaustion is quickly taking over, not to mention the warmth and comfortable pressure of you laying on top of him is more relaxing than he’d like to admit.

He’s only just allowed his eyes to flutter shut when he feels you stir, and suddenly they fly open again. He stays still, but alert. You’re not having another nightmare, are you? Shit…

He tenses as he listens to you, watching your movements carefully. You don’t seem upset, at least not yet, but that can change in an instant.

He’s ready to hold onto you if you freak out. He’s thinking about where he last left the first aid kit, just in case. He’s wondering what he’ll have to say this time if he can’t bring you down again.

But then you go still.

And you’re quiet.

And you’re breathing steadily.

And everything’s okay again.

Then Tim flinches as an unexpected mumble of his name falls from your lips, and he turns to look at you in surprise and slight concern.

“Yeah, kid? What is it?”

He gets no response.

Your eyes are closed. You’re asleep.

Thank God.

He huffs at his own anxiousness before laying his head back again. He pats your back softly, and his eyelids are starting to feel heavy again.

“You know what?” He whispers as he reaches to pull a blanket over both of you, “I’ll ask you in the morning. Sweet dreams, kid.”

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