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MASTERLIST

SMILE, Darling <3

A personal project centered on a world full of angels that aren't what they seem to be, or what the Bible has promised. Starring Zielle and her obsessive lover Zadkiel, an angel in disguise.

DRABBLES!

Adin p1

Kira p1

Zielle p1 p2

Ezra p1

Simon p1

HORROR!

The Lost Boys!

The Responsible One

The Boys p1

MARBLE HORNETS

A Close Encounter

Marble Hornets in 2024???

More likely than you'd think.

Way before Zielle's time, there was another.

Kira.

Kira was everything Zielle wasn't, which is why Zadkiel is confused on the attraction. What he wants with Zielle was nothing like that of Kira.

With Kira, he wanted to give her the world, to protect her from the dangers that were yet to be revealed.

Zielle.....Zielle confused them. Everything she did was odd. After noting that she was being watched, she was no longer cautious. She did not lock her door at night like she used to.

Like she was waiting for him to come in.

A Close Encounter

The night was young, the sun having only set what felt like moments before now. But the darkness was already closing in, the pitch black overwhelming you the second you were alone. It had been days since you had gotten your own house, no longer with your parents or roommates. It had never really hit you until now that company was truly a blessing. Yes there were times you wished you had moved out by yourself sooner, the freedom sounding lovely at the time. 

But now…

Now, here you were loitering in the dusty kitchen sipping water as if you had nothing better to do. But the sweat slowly making its way down your spine was ever present, letting you know how much the loneliness was truly affecting you. Trying to shove it down, you finished your glass of water and quickly rinsed it out. Setting it out to dry, you walked down the narrow hallway and into the only bedroom in the house. Quickly chancing a glance behind you, you determined you were relatively safe before shutting the door. Locking it, you raced to lay down on the nest of pillows and blankets you had on the ground. Only having the money to afford the house, you had nothing remaining to purchase good furniture. So you had to wait for the next paycheck that should have already come in. 

Tucking your body into the comforters, you closed your eyes and tried to breathe smoothly. Slowly, you drifted into a more relax headspace. An hour or so passed, further and further you were close to losing consciousness. At the border of sleep, you snapped awake. 

Eyes wide, your head whipped in every direction. Only to find no one present in the room with you. 

You felt eyes. 

There were eyes on you, someone was watching. 

Slowly inching the blankets away, you crawled over to the window. The blinds were almost completely shredded, but you had nothing else to replace them with. The heat didn’t work yet, not having been turned on for weeks. So you needed every one of those blankets you were huddled up with.. 

But you were starting to rethink that decision. 

Because as soon as you sat up to peek out of the glass, you spotted a lone figure out by the trees. 

They were standing still, a mask covering their face entirely. They were facing the house, seemingly staring right into the window and at you. The mask stark white, black details you couldn’t quite make out in your panic. A khaki cargo jacket draped over his hsoulders with the collar pulled up. 

Breathing in a gasp, trying to stifle the noise, you ducked back down below the sill. Air stuck in your chest, you tried to keep it there for a moment longer. Only to fail in the process of calming down, tears welling up without you even meaning them to. The purpose of sitting here and not calling the police was to calm down. Not to devolve into an escalating panic attack.  

Holding your breath, you crawled to your closet and reached for the box hidden under a pile of your clothing. Shakily opening the lock, you pulled out the gun that had been stocked away weeks ago. Running a finger over the barrel before reaching to the bullets beside it. Pocketing a box, you opened another and hurriedly loaded the weapon. 

Twisting around without thinking further, you watched wide eyed as you faced the window once more. 

He was closer than before. 

A few yards away from where you were posted now. 

You opened the window. 

Raising the gun and pointing it directly to the person standing so ominously close to your house. 

He didn’t move. 

At least for a few moments. But after seeing you turn off the safety, he rushed you. 

Feet pounding against the grass outside, you watched as the figure reached your window. 

Without another thought, you shot at them. Only to have missed as he ducked behind the wall. 

You hurried and closed the window once more. 

He held onto the glass pane before knocking a fist against it repeatedly. 

Crying out, you shouted at him. 

“Fucking- FuCKING STOP!”

He made no indication that he heard you, looking to ignore your voice entirely and continuing to bang against the glass. 

Finally, after what felt like years, the glass started to splinter. 

It creaked, until…

It shattered. The only barrier that protected you from this shadowed figure was now gone. Completely obliterated and scattered to the wind. 

And with it, came the figure in all its glory. 

The next time you blinked, the mask was in your face. 

Throwing out your hands, you went to push them away. 

But it was faster, catching your hands with their own and pushing you into the wall behind you. 

Hitting the drywall, you cried out in shock. There was no time between then and now when they were in your face. It was breathing against the mask, heavy panting echoing against the material. You had almost thought it was supernatural, but the breathing was almost relieving to hear.

No matter how disturbing the entire situation was in itself. 

The gun was still held firmly in your hands, safety still very much turned off. 

The person, thank god it was a person, shook the gun from your hand. Before it fell, they caught it with their other hand that wasn’t pinning you in place

They turned on the safety and tossed it behind them, down the hall and into the darkness once more. 

Breathing starting to stutter again, you tried to close your eyes and accept whatever was coming to you now. 

A beat passed.

And then another. 

Slowly creaking open one of your eyes, you saw the figure stock still. Remaining how they were before you shut your eyes. 

Seeing that you were now paying attention, the figure spoke.

“Don’t move.” And if that wasn’t completely fucking stupid to say. The moment he…

He. This figure was a man, something you previously didn't know.

Reeling in all of your racing thoughts, you focused on what you could comprehend in the moment. 

The smell of smoke lingered on his clothes, it was a male, the mask was white like you had taken note of earlier. The details now clear to you since it was so close. It was a face painted in black, circles surrounding the eyes and ridicously arched eyebrows. A pair of lips painted black were the only other thing to note. 

A good enough description to give the police if you were going to make it out alive. 

A hand came from out of your field of vision: gloved. He reached between the two of you and placed a hand over the mask. 

Panting, you watched as he slowly removed the obstruction to his face. Nerves lighting on fire in the process, eagerly awaiting some kind of reveal.

Only for his other hand to cover your eyes.

Not set free but unable to see what was happening, you decided to stay put. 

His breath fanned against your ear, his entire person pressing agaisnt your own. 

“Be careful who you call a friend.”

And then the hand was removed, and the mask was replaced. 

And he was gone.

Eyeless Jack in 2024.....woops

It was something that Zielle had noticed before, the creeping feeling of being followed. It had bothered her, scared the girl even. That had changed after she had gotten a glimpse of it. They were tall, taller than her at least. His hair was longer, too. His eyes seemed to have all of the answers to the questions she had ever asked. They had seen her glance towards him. Seen how she blushed and smiled.

Zielle was flattered.