Tea. (Headcanons)

Sorry my handwriting is a mess! I might draw anti with antlers at some stage tomorrow like I could imagine Marvin cursing him with them at some stage cause he keeps making the Christmas lights glitch out

Thank you for the drawing!!! Your handwriting is fine!! And that would be hilarious. XD

So I wrote and recorded a brief horror story. Lemme know what you think?

WKM: A Closer Look At The Bedroom.

So earlier today I made my general theory post about Ch. 2 of WKM, but I thought I’d spend a little more time now on the bedroom we’re led into. Mark’s room. I’m gonna do what I did with the pictures from the countdown and discuss certain points.

Angle 1:

No. 1: Where does this door lead? Who had access to Mark’s veranda/balcony? If it’s not a veranda/balcony, then what is it? Clearly an outdoor area, but where outside? Is it the same balcony we’ve been walking around with the Mayor and the Colonel?

No. 2: The books and the envelope on the ground. One of the books is wide open, thrown down apparently. Was it being searched for information or did it fall open? And what about the black book, what’s in it? What about the open and presumably empty envelope? Was it always empty or did the contents get taken?

Angle 2:

No. 1: The bed is thoroughly messed up. Did Mark come in here to sleep and get disturbed, maybe get into a fight? Because I highly doubt the bed would look like that after a scuffle if he hadn’t just been in it and had to get out in a hurry.

No. 2: Another open book on the ground. So many books but no bookshelf.

And now, the table and the pictures:

No. 1: We can piece together a sort of story from the pictures, or at least understand that the Colonel, the Mayor, and Mark were at one point good friends (Why else would he keep these pictures in his private room?). But the last picture doesn’t feature the Colonel, so it’s from after the falling out. 

No. 2: The Seer is in this middle picture, hanging on Mark’s arm. The Colonel and the Mayor don’t look too happy about this. Do they not like her? Or are they jealous? The Mayor almost seems more nervous than angry.

No. 3: The picture of the Colonel alone, which we discover a few seconds later is the only broken picture, is turned down. And the placement of all of these pictures is very deliberate, laid out to tell us a story by whoever ransacked the room (And from this table, we can say it was ransacked. This is too cut and dry to be random). But why turn down the Colonel’s solo picture and none of the others? Was this done by someone who doesn’t like the Colonel? Or was it done by the Colonel himself, ashamed of what happened between him and Mark?

Overall, the room is curious. This whole thing is curious, and I love it.

So JSE fandom...

how we feeling?

Game Theory: The Secret Life of Markiplier

(I’ve no idea whether Mat and his team actually check tumblr, but I thought I’d put my two cents out there anyway.)

MatPat, I love that you covered this!!! And I think you did a wonderful job connecting, covering, and pulling it all together! I want to welcome you to the very specific subset of theorists that have devoted their time to decoding the YouTube-specific world of the egos; we have a lot of fun here when we’re not on fire! A request before we get into the meat of this post: Cover Antisepticeye? I’d love to hear your take on him! I reccomend you start with Jack’s Sister Location series from October of 2016, and go from there. And hey, if you want to collab with someone who’s been tracking all this stuff for literal years, I’d love to work with you! I’m sure tons of us would. :D

Anyway, to my point: There’s a couple of things I wanted to talk about in your theory. Specifically, I want to address Wilford’s role in the backstory of WKM, the cabin, the timeline, and the composition of Darkiplier as a final character. Also, bonus personal theory at the bottom of the post!

First, The Colonel (whose name we now know is William Barnum) didn’t kidnap Celine. The general concensus is that they had an affair, and when Mark found out, Will was forced to leave, Celine left Mark and Will, and Mark became reclusive. It was only at Damien’s urging that Will even came to the poker night, and he still had a major beef with Mark until he snapped at the end of WKM. Now, this isn’t 100% confirmed, but it’s confirmed that Celine made a decision of her own accord to go with Will (Mark says this in the BTS for WKM).

(...lots of acronyms today.)

Second, that cabin in “Go Back To Sleep” could be a reference to another of Mark’s egos, The Host, formerly The Author. More thoughts on him in a moment.

Third, ADWM is ambiguously placed in the timeline, as there is barely a proper timeline at all. We the theorists tend to believe that ADWM happens sometime after WKM and now WMW (Wilford Motherloving Warfstache). 

Fourth, Darkiplier’s composition, for a lack of a better term. Darkiplier is, canonically, according to Mark (IRL Mark), Damien’s spirit using Celine’s power in the DA (Audience)’s body. It’s questionable how much of the house’s influence is present in Darkiplier as a final product, but it’s clear that that’s where his powers come from. So, basically, the spirit that was Damien was corrupted by anger, hatred, and the supernatural into a being bent solely on vengence.

Now back to the Host. Can I also talk about how it’s implied that Actor Mark (your Character Mark, but this is the community name for him) has children? Who are they and where are they? Here’s my personal theory: at least one of those kids is the Host. Where would he get his powers other than from the house? Perhaps his need to be a famous author came from a need to be acknowledged by an absent asshole father. And then maybe let’s take it a step further: how did the Author lose his eyes and become the Host, and how did he join Ego Inc? Maybe a vengeful evil spirit made a deal with him to finally get the attention he craves, and that spirit gets his power on his side?

"Dark Side" Headcanons.

-They're thought forms (See previous story about Hyde Glitches), so the bigger the following in the fanbase, the stronger they are. And they're (almost) all aware of each other.

-The Youtubers, or their Personas, anyway, are generally unaware of their dark sides. The exceptions are Mark and Jack (bc their counterparts have appeared intentionally in videos).

-For the longest time, Dark was the strongest of them. And then Mark turned him into a joke. He lost power quickly.

-No one was expecting Anti's rise. Not even Jack, who had his concerns but didn't panic until shortly before Halloween.

-When Anti rose, Dark was bitter and jealous. Anti's a snarky, arrogant shit, so he fed this bitterness. Now Dark's biggest wish is to kill Anti.

-Problem being, this would kill Jack as well, with how strong Anti is. Because Jack is Sean's online existence, and Anti is now canonically part of this existence.

-Mad!Cry, Pewdiepie.EXE, MadPat, Natemare, etc. are all weak, and were henchmen to Dark because they were afraid of him and greedy for a cut of his popularity and power. When Anti rose, they offered their surfaces to him, but he's not much of a leader, just a destructive force. Now they just cause minor havoc whenever they can.

And also...

-Corroded Crank just came into existence. And he's not evil, he's just broken. He's also Dark's prisoner. He's only dangerous when his programming malfunctions, then he's deadly strong.

If you want stories based on these ideas, my asks are always open and I’m happy to write suggestions!

Ill Met By Moonlight.

A/N: I really wanted to try and write a really, truly scary version of Dark, because I feel like he’s too often not used as scarily as he could be. I like creepy villains, so let’s make a worse big bad than Anti! Based in the same universe as Don’t You Trust Me? Taking place sometime in the beginning of October of 2016. Enjoy. :)

Thump. Thump. Thump. Buzz. A chuckle.

The figure alone in the alley smiled slightly as he laughed. The green tinge that the code on the walls gave his skin made him look like a walking corpse, made his red hair look like waves of infected blood spilling over his closed eyes. When he spoke, it was like listening to an ancient door grind open, raspy and deep, with quiet power. "So...you're the one I've heard so much about. This...other one that everyone's panicked about. It took you long enough to come to me."

His eyes opened slowly, pure black orbs that seemed to focus on the dark green smoke that was coalescing out of the coding about two yards ahead of him. He watched it with limited interest as it slowly took the form of a man, crossed armed and smirking. His eyes, crinkled almost shut with his grin, and his hair were the same toxic green as the coding, and he couldn't seem to hold this form perfectly, glitching every few seconds, now an arm made of static, now one eye that was just code. The two men faced off for a moment, each silently sizing the other up. The green haired man spoke first, and even his voice was glitchy, high and pitch-distorted, like radio interference or the rewinding of a cassette. "That makes you the old man, doesn't it? What a pleasure to meet you." He swept into a mocking bow. The red haired man's jaw tensed, but he made no reply. The green haired man let out a sharp, high laugh, but was cut off suddenly when the other lifted a hand, seeming to choke on his own sound. "You," growled the dark haired man, "are far too loud." He shoved his hand forward and the other man went flying, thudding into the far wall and sprawling on the ground, trying to get up but pinned down by some unseen force. The dark haired man strolled forward, unconcerned. "You're young. I can forgive a few...mistakes. But you're rising quickly. Keep this up..." He knelt beside the prone man, who glared up at him with bared teeth, and smiled for the first time, a cold, calculated grin. "You'll fall twice as fast. And I'll never let you crawl back up." "You think you can control me?" The green haired man spat the words, glitching hard in his fury. "I'll destroy you, you joke of a creature. I've ten times the power you ever had." The red haired man shrugged, and stood, turning. As he walked away, toward a black door frame that was taking shape before him, he spoke over his shoulder. "You've been around long enough to hear the legends? The stories my...fans, have told? Well...Find me when that day comes. I'll show you what power I have." And just as quickly as he'd appeared in this abandoned corner of the web, he was gone.

The green haired man stood, studying the place in the wall where the other had disappeared. He was a force to be reckoned with. Not even his counterpart knew his true strength, hell, no one was sure if he himself knew. All anyone knew was that he'd been there since the beginning, practically, and operated in the background, silent, like a creeping dread. Anyone, anything that crossed his path...destroyed. Utterly, and without mercy. There were those that said even catching a glimpse of him was a death sentence, and those that said the black of his eyes was caused by the souls he'd overpowered writhing behind them. No other of their kind had the following he did, with so little for them to work off of but such passion. Such dangerous, dangerous passion. Now, the green haired man...New as he was, he was gaining a following quickly. And the bigger the following, the more power he gained, and the more dangerous he became. Why then did he find himself...uncomfortable, in the shadow of this older figure? What was this...weight in his gut? For the first time, he was beginning to realize with a degree of shock...he was afraid. But this only fueled his anger. "My turn."

And the alley was empty, with nothing but a whiff of smoke and a fading, high, maniacal laugh echoing on the walls left behind.

Could you maybe pretty please write even like a short idea on how you think corroded crank would realise they like somebody romantically and how they would deal with finding out their feelings were reciprocated?

Ohhh, interesting! I haven’t thought about CC in ages, I’m glad you brought him up. :)

(I’m going with him IDing as male because he’s modeled after Ethan, in the same way that Google IDs as male because he’s modeled after Mark, just so you get my reasoning there.)

I think Corroded Crank would be confused at first, because he doesn’t think he’s capable of attraction. He’d probably go to Google to ask about it, and Google would explain that androids are generally programmed to replicate and imitate human emotion in order to blend in to society more fully.

He’d probably be attracted to someone who’s kind to him, because he’s so unused to that, being under Dark’s control. He’d like someone who’s clever and witty, and doesn’t mind that he’s broken. Someone who isn’t scared of him when he breaks further or his programming malfunctions and he becomes dangerous. But I think he’d be terrified, because he wouldn’t want to hurt them. He’d probably end up pushing them away, trying to protect them.

When he found out that they liked him back, I think he’d be shocked. He’d ask them why they liked something like him, he wouldn’t understand. He would think that because he’s not human, no human should like him in that way, or in any way at all. But that person would probably tell him that he’s close enough to human, and just as nice as any human could be. He’s a person in all the ways that count.

I think that would be the day he discovers that not only can he feel, but he can cry, oil leaking from his eyes in a slightly disturbing but overall endearing display.

This is giving me one shot ideas hmmmmm.

Who Killed Markiplier? Mini Update 2.

Alright I’ve just been over to whokilledmarkiplier.com, and here’s the newest evidence.

-There’s another Jims video, in which they’re running around on the balcony, keeping an eye on the Detective, who’s strolling around, looking at his gun, then crying over his old partners. He gets spooked by something and moves out of our line of sight. The Jims are completely oblivious. (Also, question, is everyone in their family named Jim? If so, I love that.) I really don’t think there’s a lot of significance in this one, but I wasn’t watching too closely, so I could be wrong.

-There’s a soundbite with a heavy rumbling in the background, the sound of someone opening and then closing a squeaky door, the sound of a lighter being lit, something catching on fire, and then someone writing with what sounds to me like a quill (I write with them occasionally, and the scratching and flicking noises sound similar) or a pencil. What were they writing? What did they light on fire? And who is it we’re listening to? I think it could be Mark, trying to get a message to someone in the middle of the night, but that’s pure speculation, I have no evidence to back it up.

oh. oh no.

A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror