Every Day I Wake Up And I Am HAUNTED By The Fact That Every Time Unholyverse Gerard Describes His Belief

every day i wake up and i am HAUNTED by the fact that every time unholyverse gerard describes his belief system it just gets less and less catholic. this bitch is NOT catholic that is an unitarian universalist with autism spectrum disorder and a convenient special interest. please i know this from EXPERIENCE

i have not written marble hornets fanfiction in almost four years so let’s find out if i still enjoy writing it :D this is some mid season two masky and hoody interaction, i plan on making another shitty 1am thinkpiece about these two clowns but for now have some projection :) all you really need to know for now about my interpretations of these scrunkly motherfuckers is that masky is mostly not tim and is semi verbal, where as hoody is is mostly brian and is completely non-verbal. please enjoy maybe :)

content warning: weird religion stuff

“brian,”

brian looked down from the grooves in the brick wall he had been staring holes into for the past fifteen minutes, and his gaze locked onto tim, who was gazing blankly at the dark sky. 

“brian,” again, with a slightly different vowel shape.

ah. brian was familar with this game. tim was lying on his back at his feet, adjusting his mask so that the bottom edge of it sat on his chin and the eyeholes lined up with his line of sight. brian looked down at him patiently and listened as he felt through the words.

“brian. jury. observe. above”

this was something that tim did a lot, whenever he was out in the woods with brian: reciting a series of slow, muffled words that he deemed comfortable in his mouth. 

“raise. angel. beneath, beneath, below, aside.”

brian had even begun to notice the patterns in these moments. usually, it was a string of between twenty and forty words (the furthest outliers in brian’s memory were a case of fourteen and two separate cases of forty six). usually, the words were only one or two syllables. usually, a word or two would repeat. usually, the series would begin with brian’s name.

“flood. tile. slip. bark. kite. lake. see.”

usually, brian’s name would appear a few times.

“exe- exce- except?” tim recoiled at that. that one must have been wrong.

“excerpt. exodus. ark. lace. brian. tide, tide. excerpt, tide, excerpt.”

it was easy to tell when tim was nearly done with the game: he would begin to repeat himself without any changes in shape. just the same words repeated exactly the same way. 

“leave. excerpt, tide. exodus. angel. angel. angel. angel.”

there was a silence. sharp black eyeholes turned in the general direction of where one would assume brian’s eyes might be. brian knew what it meant.

well, then?

as usual, brian didn’t have a response. tim was asking him for his thoughts, and he didn’t quite have those. not the kind that translated into words or sentiments. he mostly just had an ache settled deep in the center of him-- warm, throbbing, and dripping where it sat.

the ache said, i am much more than an angel.

the ache said, i am so far beyond divine, and yet so far below it.

the ache said, i am the ocean and the exodus and the word. i have the blood of a lamb and the teeth of a snake and i have lain in the lord’s soil with his very son.

brian looked down at tim’s mask, still worn incorrectly so that he could look straight up at brian. the night was silent and still and uncharacteristically empty. they would be found soon, and when the morning came, tim would not ache like brian, but he would at least hurt, and then they would have one pain in common. tim would hurt, and he would look toward brian for help, through two wide, black holes in a cheap plastic mask so ill-fitting that he had to crane his neck just to see straight through the eyeholes.

if brian were someone else, he probably would have laughed.

okay hello sanders sides tumblr i am coming all the way from marble hornets tumblr to comment on the fact that janus put a considerable amount of effort into neatly wrapping all those boxes in different wrapping paper for pattons gift and made a vague, impersonal, and extremely heartfelt card that he refused to address as patton read it

and then referred to roman as a “sweetie” for even bothering to put his gift in a box

something something janus is full of love even if he is still finding ways to express that to people he doesn’t know how to communicate with yet

something something janus has been meticulously testing the borders of how he can treat the other sides respectfully while staying true to himself and his chosen forms of self-expression for the past like five videos

something something janus is very used to people not paying any attention to him and was extremely unprepared for roman to acknowledge him so he coped with that unpreparedness by going on the offense like he usually does before realizing that attacking the other sides isn’t productive

something something janus is risking emotional vulnerability and this is huge

something something janus my brother in autism

that’s all im gonna go back into my hole now

kobra kid has a british accent not because he's magically from england or something but he didn't speak for ages in the zones and mostly uses zsl he figured the few times he DOES use words if he spoke in a british accent it would freak out/piss poison off so thats what he did. no secret backstory. pure spite

Little comic I submitted to my school’s publication last semester.