#my balls are so scared of fans who might attack me for ooc

[eunxhan]

❝ Despite all the difficulties, I have grown to care about you in a way I never expected to. ❞

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Ꮺ 🗝️ Anon Requested ⨾ OHHMIGOSHSHHHHH HI!! i love your blog so far, and its just so cool!!/srs/gen i was wondering if u could write anything for masky? idk if u do marble hornets but i noticed u write 4 creepypasta!! IF YOU DONT YOU CAN DELETE THIS ASK!!!! if you would like me to be more specific, i was wondering about a male reader who is a proxy..? :3 hi this is the anon that asked for the masky w proxy reader!!! i ws wondering if i could go by 🗝️ anon? SORRY I FORGOT IN THE ASK

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ I love how cheery you are and I appreciate the kind words, I've been trying my best ^^. Ah yes, I do write for Marble Hornets and i was planning on expanding for what fandoms i write in. I did have some errors because of how i wanted Masky to be Canon as much as possible. I apologize if i made him ooc, i barely remember the actual lore. I hope you do enjoy my works.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — I do not condone this kind of behavior in real life situations. Might be out of character, I apologize it might be random. English is not my main!

Reader & Genre ⨾ MALE!PROXY!reader, can be romantic or platonic.

Words used ⨾ 10,000+ ( 27 headcanons )

Character ⨾ MASKY ( TIMOTHY "TIM" WRIGHT )

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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FIRST MEETING —

Masky from marble hornets encountered a new male proxy, he would likely react with extreme suspicion and caution.

Masky would have a very strong protective and possessive attachment to the current male he is bonded to, and would view anyone else as an unwelcome intruder and threat.

Masky's reaction would likely be more reserved and guarded towards the new proxy. He would still feel protective and possessive towards the current proxy, He would likely just observe the new proxy's behavior and attitude, and would attempt to get a read on their intentions before deciding what level of caution and suspicion he should have towards them.

He would likely have a more calm and neutral reaction. He would likely still be somewhat suspicious and cautious of the newcomer, but would not likely view them with much aggression or hostility. Masky would likely act cautiously and reserve judgement until he actually got to know the new proxy, and would not likely act aggressively or violently without reason.

Timothy's backstory has made him very guarded and paranoid, making it natural for him to be suspicious and cautious of other people's intentions. However, he has still developed some affection and fondness for the group, feeling somewhat close to them but still keeping some distance and mistrust towards them.

His initial reaction would be one of suspicion and distrust. He would likely sense there is something special, unique or different about this new male, and would feel wary and unsettled by this fact.

However, the new male's personality and friendly interactions would also likely intrigue Timothy and make him feel somewhat attracted to him. Over time, Timothy's suspicions and mistrust would likely lessen, and he would begin to develop an attachment and fondness for the new male. He would likely begin to feel protective and possessive over the new male as well.

FIRST INTERACTION —

If the two were forced to have a first interaction and to work together, it would likely be quite awkward and tense. Masky would likely be very reserved and guarded, and not be very willing to engage in any type of interactions or small talk. The new male proxy would likely find this interaction quite uncomfortable and awkward, and may feel frustrated and irritated at Masky's non-responsiveness and guardedness. This interaction would likely not go too well, with little communication between the two.

Masky might even try to convince the group to not include the new male proxy in their assignments or tasks, but would find it difficult to justify not having them join the group without revealing his true and possessive feelings towards the group. Overall, Masky would likely be quite distant and aloof towards the new male proxy, refusing to engage in any form of small talk or interaction.

If the new male proxy happens to be talkative, this would likely frustrate and irritate Masky even more than having to interact with a new person already would. Masky would likely feel overwhelmed and irritable at the new proxy's attempts at communication and small talk.

Outside, Masky and the new male proxy would probably mostly avoid each other.

Masky would try to keep to himself and not engage with the male proxy unless absolutely necessary. The male would likely find this attitude quite frustrating, feeling pushed away and ignored. Masky only responding to them with minimal replies and refusing to engage in any type of long conversations. The two would likely keep to themselves and avoid interaction with each other unless they had to work together again.

Masky would not trust the new proxy to watch his back or back him up in case of conflict while on missions or outside of them. He would rather stick to himself and rely solely on his own skills and abilities.

Masky would not be inclined to share his thoughts or feelings with the new proxy, seeing them as someone who he only has to work with and does not want to get close to on a personal level.

Little by little, the two would likely become somewhat used to the presence of each other. The new proxy would likely become used to Masky's aloofness and detached nature, and likely learn how to read his subtle cues and body language. Masky would also be somewhat familiarized with the new proxy's talkative and energetic nature, and would learn to anticipate and prepare mentally for the possibility of such interaction. Despite their one-sided conversations, the two would likely become used to each other's presence, though their conversations would still remain largely one-sided.

Masky would likely react with frustration and irritation to the male proxy acting as if he was just any normal person, despite having such a dangerous job under slenderman.

Masky would feel his own importance and role being diminished and not given the respect it deserves, and would probably be upset that the new proxy does not understand or recognize the challenges they face.

Masky would likely act in a dismissive and detached manner towards the new proxy, feeling frustrated and annoyed at his lack of understanding and respect for their situation.

People would likely feel intrigued and perhaps also a bit suspicious of the dynamic between Masky and the new male proxy. The others would likely notice how close Masky is to the male proxy, and would wonder why he is always right behind him or holding onto him in such a possessive manner.

Some would likely joke and make fun of Masky for seemingly needing to watch over and protect the male proxy, while others would feel slightly unnerved by the intensity of his protectiveness. Either way, their dynamic would likely raise some eyebrows and cause some speculations among people.

Masky would likely treat the male with somewhat indifference and detachment, though he would also be very territorial and protective of him, being constantly by his side and acting as his shield in case anyone tries to come near. Masky would likely only interact with the proxy if it was ABSOLUTELY necessary, and even then, he would keep his interactions short and to the point. He would not like forming any kind of friendship with the new male proxy despite having to work with them. He would see the man as just an associate and nothing more.

If the male proxy becomes comfortable around Masky by small things like sleeping on him and being in close physical proximity with him, Masky would likely feel slightly unsettled and uncomfortable. He would not be used to such closeness and familiarity with anyone outside of the core group, and would likely feel awkward and irritated by the man's actions. He would also not like the feelings of jealousy and possessiveness that the male proxy's closeness and intimacy would cause him to feel.

If others grab the new male's attention, Masky would likely show off his behavior by trying to constantly position himself between the male and others. He would likely make it a point to be as close with the male as possible, and would use his body as a shield to block or push away anyone who tries to approach the new male proxy.

Masky would likely try his best to not show it or act too aggressive about it. He would likely just make passive and casual remarks that would signal his frustration without revealing the full extent of his feelings. Some examples: "Oh, you're so popular" or "Everyone seems to be so interested in you".

Masky would likely find it irritating that the new male is not noticing or appreciating his efforts to shield the new male proxy from others. He'll probably start making slightly angrier and more aggressive remarks at the new male proxy, in an attempt to get them to focus their attention on him instead.

Masky and the new male proxy get closer, Masky's behavior towards the new male proxy would shift slightly. Starting to show a bit more warmth and friendliness towards the male proxy, as he starts to trust him more and feel more confident in their relationship.

Masky would also become more protective of the new male proxy and would be more likely to stand up for him or defend him against others. Masky would likely still be somewhat distant and aloof at times but would overall become more caring and considerate towards him.

Masky would also be very uneasy and distrustful if he catches the new male proxy being too friendly with other proxies or people outside the group.

Masky would feel slightly threatened if the new male proxy became close with other members of the group.

Masky and the new male get closer, Masky's behavior towards the new male proxy would shift slightly. He'll start showing a bit more warmth and friendliness towards the new male proxy, as he starts to trust him more and feel more confident in their relationship.

Masky would also become more protective of the male and would be more likely to stand up for him or defend him against others. He likely still be somewhat distant and aloof at times but would overall become more caring and considerate towards him.

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[pinkmilkyblue]

Sonnet 34: A Rotten Prequel (Nick’s P.O.V.)

Hi everyone! Today’s the day… It’s been a year since I’ve seen Something Rotten! And even before watching it, I fell in love with the show and its characters. So here’s the first chapter of a fic I have been working on for forever! It’s set in the years before canon SR! events, and it basically sums up all my headcanons on the Bottom-Shakespeare friendship. Technically it’s my version of what happened, so idk if its an AU?? Sorry if anything is ooc or inaccurate… Comments and suggestions would mean the world to me! I’ll stop talking now, and I really hope you enjoy it!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

And make me travel forth without my cloak,

To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,

Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?”

Ugh. Shakespeare…. Am I right?

Yes. I hate Shakespeare. A lot.

Well, not exactly….

Actually, I used to know him; or at least I thought I did… Believe it or not, he used to be my closest friend.

What happened? To tell you the truth, I think this sonnet pretty much sums it all up. I’m sure he practically wrote it because of me. Just ask Shakespeare.

It all started one late afternoon so many years ago…

Chapter 1

“NEXT.” I yelled from my seat across the theatre.

The young actor quickly got off stage and exited the room. It was the 21st person we auditioned that day, but to no avail. Unfortunately, these people just weren’t what we were looking for…

Lord Clapham left me in charge of this production. It was simple. He paid the troupe and provided us with the funds, while we put on a great show. I was the leader of the troupe, so everything from scriptwriting, auditions and rehearsals to   previews and opening night, was my responsibility. It was a hard job, but I had to do it, for Nigel. I slumped on my seat and groaned.

“Ugh! This is hopeless. We’re never going to find anyone in time!”

“Relax, Nick. I’m sure someone great will pop up soon! You’ll see!” my younger brother, Nigel, smiled from beside me.

It must have been a pretty complicated situation if Nigel was the calm one in the room…

“But, our play opens in two weeks and we still don’t have enough actors!” I told him, beginning to give up.

“Then we’ll just find a way, like we always do!” Nigel reassured, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I couldn’t help but smile. I could always count on my brother to keep me in check. He was pretty wise for a kid his age. Ever since we came from Cornwall, Nigel and I have had to look out for one another. Times were difficult at first, but we got through it together. And we always would.

“You’re right, Nigel…” I gave in. “But that boy was the last person who signed up. It’s already getting dark. No one else has been here for hours. Where can we possibly find another actor at this t-”

Suddenly the doors flew open. To our surprise, a man in leather came rushing into the theatre.

“Sorry I’m late!” he cried, trying desperately to catch his breath.

“It’s alright.” I replied, offering him some water. “We were about to close off auditions, but you came right on time.” I said matter-of-factly.

The man sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. I’ve been trying to get into a troupe for weeks! You see, I was searching all around London until I found your flier.” he said, holding up the crumpled piece of paper.

“Anyway, you must be Sir Nicholas Bottom.” the man held out his hand.

I shook it.

Then, the young actor caught sight of the little boy hiding behind me. “And you must be little Master Nigel.” he smiled, giving a courteous bow. My brother giggled.

“And, you are?” I asked.

The young man quickly realized he hadn’t told us his name yet and said, “Oh, of course! How rude of me not to introduce myself! I’m terribly sorry. My name is William Shakespeare, but you may call me Will.”

“Alright. William, is it? What do you have prepared for us this evening.” I said before taking my seat.

“Well, Mr. Bottom, I have decided to recite a poem for the two of you.” he replied as he stepped on stage.

“I love poetry!” Nigel exclaimed happily.

William chuckled. “As do I, little sir.”

Nigel hopped eagerly into the seat beside mine, and we both awaited the start of Will’s audition. He stood there on stage, cleared his throat, and finally began.

“Come live with me and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.”

Wow. This guy’s not bad… I thought to myself.

Clearly, Nigel agreed too. I could see him staring in awe from the side of my eye. He spoke with more eloquence than anyone else in the troupe. His facial expression combined with the emotion in his voice stood out. It was the same Marlowe piece that everyone else auditioned with, but something was different with William’s performance. It was perfect.

“Delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and be my love.”

He ended dramatically, adding a bow afterwards.

Nigel gave him a standing ovation on top of his chair while I joined his applause. Will got off stage and laughed. “I suppose that means I did well?”

“You were brilliant!” Nigel exclaimed. I had never seen him happier.

“Oh stop. You’re making me blush!” he chuckled, pretending to turn red.

“He’s right, you know. You were great.” I said, trying to conceal how impressed I really was.

“Thank you Mr. Bottom.”

“However, there’s still one thing I need you to do.” I added.

Will raised his brow. Nigel’s jaw dropped. “But he was perfect!”

“Not yet.” I replied.

“What else may I offer you?” Will asked politely.

“You see, everyone else did Marlowe. I’ve seen the same thing all day. To get in, I need to see something a little different.” I explained. Sure, he was a great actor, but theatre comes with some improvisation as well. This was just my way of testing him…

“Oh. Of course.” William replied nonchalantly. “I can do another piece, if you don’t mind.” he suggested, going on stage once more.

“Go ahead…” I responded, very impressed by his immediate reaction. It didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Once William was ready, he recited the piece.

“From fairest creature we desire increase,

That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,

But the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory…”

Nigel and I exchanged looks. His smile widened, as his eyes were filled with awe. I was just as amazed. This time it wasn’t only because of his acting prowess. It was the poem itself. The sonnet was unfamiliar, if not unknown. I had to admit, this guy had talent…

“Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee.”

He ended, with another small bow.

“Well, what did you think?” he asked nervously, but very eager to hear our response.

Both Nigel and I were speechless. My brother broke the silence with a great applause. He grinned from ear to ear. I smiled and joined in. “Well, that was definitely something, Mr. Shakespeare.” I admitted.

“Why, thank you!” he beamed.

“Did you write it?” Nigel asked excitedly.

Will gave a sheepish laugh. “Yes actually. It’s not that good yet though…” he confessed, fidgeting with his fingers slightly.

“W-well I thought i-it was a work of art. M-Maybe even better than Marlowe!” my younger brother commended. William smiled, then turned to hear my reaction.

“I agree. Personally, I’m not the biggest fan of Marlowe-”

“Neither am I!” Will interrupted.

I raised a brow at him.

Embarrassed by his sudden comment, William quickly recomposed himself and said, “Oh… Well, what I meant was that his work is commendable, yes, but it’s not all that great.” he shrugged.

“Your sonnet wasn’t too bad either.” I grinned.

“So, does that mean I get the job…?” he asked.

I was about to reply until-

CRASH!

The sound of thunder boomed from outside, along with the pouring rain. Greatly startled by the weather, Nigel rushed to my side and hid behind my back. His breathing increased rapidly and he turned quite pale.

“Oh no.” my face fell.

Will quickly shifted his attention to my little brother. “What’s happening? Is he alright?” he asked with concern written all over his face.

“I’m so sorry about all this. My brother deals with anxiety. Whenever he’s stressed out or scared, this happens. He has panic attacks quite often actually.” I replied while attempting to calm Nigel down.

Another crash of thunder made his attack worse. Nigel always had a fear of thunderstorms. I tried my best to resolve  the situation by stroking his hair massaging circles on his back, and telling him to take calming breaths, but it didn’t help. Will watched in shock as my little brother continued to hyperventilate.

I turned to the perplexed actor saying, “Don’t worry, I can handle it. You can just-”

But William stopped me from continuing as he approached Nigel carefully. He crouched down to the corner that the little boy was balled up in and smiled.

“It’s alright, Nigel. You do not need to be afraid. Everything will be alright.” he said calmly as Nigel looked up at him, still struggling to properly suck in air.

“Your brother is right here, and so am I. As long as you’re here, you are safe. As long as you’re with us, it will be okay.” he reassured soothingly as my brother’s breathing slowly returned to normal. “Thunder can’t hurt you. Not while we’re around…” he finished.

Just when I thought this guy couldn’t impress me any further, Nigel’s panic attack stopped. He actually stopped. My jaw dropped at the sight before me.

“W-Wow… N-No one else can calm Nigel down o-other than me…” I gaped at Will, still very shocked.

“I’m flattered.” he replied simply. “Anything for this sweet innocent angel.” Will laughed as he playfully ruffled Nigel’s short curly hair.

My little brother giggled and gave William a hug. The young actor was taken by surprise with this gesture, but nevertheless, he hugged the little boy back. This had to mean something…

“You’re in.” I blurted out, getting both their attentions.

Will furrowed his brows and asked, “Pardon?”

“I said, you’re in. You’re hired.” I repeated confidently with a grin.

“Really?!”

“Really.”

Will was absolutely thrilled. Nigel was just as delighted. “Thank you ever so much, Mr. Bottom! I promise that I will not let you down.” he said ecstatically.

“Yay! Will’s in our troupe! Will’s in our troupe!” Nigel rejoiced, jumping around the theatre. Will and I laughed.

“You can start tomorrow. Don’t be late this time.” I smirked.

Will chuckled. “Alright then. I best be off…”

However, rain was still quite strong, and it was getting pretty late. I couldn’t just let the poor guy get drenched in the cold rain. So before Will could leave I shouted, “Wait!”

The young actor whirled around looking confused. “It’s still raining hard, and it’s already dark out.  If you’d like, you can stay here at our place.” I offered. Nigel seemed very pleased with this idea and nodded profoundly.

“No, it’s alright. I wouldn’t want to be a bother. I’ll be fine! Besides, I can just walk h-”

“Please stay!” Nigel pleaded. This took Will by surprise. He thought about it for a moment and finally answered, “Alright.”

Nigel and I smiled as we led him to our room upstairs.

As we entered the room, I opened the door and said, “It’s not much, but it’s home.”

It was quite cramped and could definitely use some work. “I hope it’s not too shabby for you,” I added, slightly embarrassed.

“It’s perfect!” said Will brightly. “Much bigger than my inn room.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, William.” I beamed.

“Thank you for letting me stay here, Mr. Bottom.”

“Please, call me Nick.” I told him. He ignored me completely, though.

“Goodnight, Mr. Bottom.” he grinned slyly, getting ready for bed. I rolled my eyes. This guy was stubborn, like me, as Nigel would say.

“Goodnight, William.” I replied, before finally closing my eyes and falling asleep.

NOTE: I really hoped you enjoyed it!! Just some notes… I headcanon that this event happens when Nick is 19, Will is 16 and Nigel is almost 11. Will’s audition piece is The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe. Honestly, I don’t know much about Marlowe and how stuff go in the Renaissance era, so sorry if anything is inaccurate… The next chapter is my favorite, so stay tuned for that and let me know what you think about the fic so far!! Thanks! :)

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