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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.

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Adin p1

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Ezra p1

Simon p1

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The Responsible One

The Boys p1

MARBLE HORNETS

A Close Encounter

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.

Could you do Tim wright as a father figure hcs? Just like a father figure to an emo teenager hehe but they act all hyper. Like they r rlly rlly shy at first but then sarcastic and hyper when you get to know them✨

Authors note: i think you are the same person who requested the same thing on my other account and i remember saying no but am gonna put on my big girls shoes and stop begin a pussy and just do it am sorry if i misunderstood anything about your request

Warnings: nothing just me saying curse words but thats the usual

I think Tim would be the most fucking awsome dad ever

I think he would be a bit very akward with you if you are shy because he would not know what to do to make you feel better around him but hes trying all the time by asking you to come watch tv with him or just small things like that

When it comes to your style begin emo hes a typical parent and hes an old fashioned guy and i think almost all of the fandom agress with that he does not understanding your style and i dont think he would like your style eather but he would be suportive about it tho sometimes small comments on it but nothing bad just like

"Are you going out like that?"

Dont you need a haircut? your hair is basicly in your face"

"You gonna wear that out? Okay am just asking"

You begin sarcastic would anoy him a bit but he wont say anything about it he kinda does not have any right to say anything bad about the way you act but he will say sassy comments about stuff and you two would just say stuff to eachother like that as like a love languages and i think thats really beutifull

OVERPROTECTIVE DAD

He wants you to be far away from the whole operator shit and alex and everything

Also he works a lot but he tries to make time for you and just be there for you wich sometimes fails

He haves days where hes just way too tired and stressed to really say anything to you and just do anything basicly but you just need to give him time at those days