Ill Met By Moonlight.

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.

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7 years ago

Like he gets so salty and bitter when it gets close to Christmas and none of the other egos can work out why

He just haaates it so much, and everyone’s like “yeah typical.” lol

7 years ago

I was listening to this again, with all the new info...and I just...

Dark, all alone at Ego Inc, hours after everyone else has dispersed. It’s been a long day, they’ve been hard at work. And he’s having an internal conversation, as you do when you’ve got three or more minds to listen to at once, when suddenly he sees or thinks of something from the old days. Something completely benign and silly, and he just...loses it, for a few minutes. For a little bit, he just...remembers. For a moment, he can feel that happiness again, and he’s Damien, and Celine, and the District Attorney, and they’re sat around that poker table and Benjamin is betting that Damien can’t do a keg stand and Damien is just drunk enough to try it. And suddenly all three of them are laughing so hard their shared shell is cracking, and they let themselves splinter into parts for a minute just because though it hurts horribly, they feel more real and alive than they have in ages.

The pain from that is what brings them back to reality, though, and the laughter dies off...only for them to look up and see Wilford standing in the doorway looking utterly dumbstruck. He smiles, and for a second, Damien and Celine pull through a little more strongly, because that smile is the Colonel’s, it’s William’s knowing smirk, not Wilford’s manic grin. But then he’s confused again, and shakes his head, the smirk morphing horribly into the grin. He makes some off color joke about Dark falling apart, and wanders off, shooting the wall as he goes.

And Dark is back. And he is alone again.

Best Quality: His Giggles

best quality: his giggles

quick question why tf did i make this

please give me audio edit requests or something i can’t live like this


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7 years ago

Oh hello haha. You have a lovely blog. Hahahaha

What up demon? I’m curious about you all, but at the same time...concerned...

5 years ago

AMAZING

so ummm… what the fuck is going on

8 years ago

I think we can assume that Wilford and Dark work more or less together to control the Iplier Multiverse, with Wilford being the more in-control or powerful of the two.

…. Dark WAS sitting at the head of the table.

Because he’s the most powerful out of everyone there? Or the most intimidating?

Either way I LOVE that detail.


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9 years ago

Memories

Pairing: Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose

Rating: G, but with like really mild angst

It was in the library.

Just a little thing. It shouldn't have been important enough for him to notice at all, really, except that it was pink. And not just any pink.

Her pink.

Not out of place in a library, a book. But this book...

He picked it up, staring at the cover, reading the embossed cursive words with a sad little smile on his face. Stardust Journal. He opened it to the inside cover, smiling at the little message written in it.

Property of Rose Tyler. If found inside the TARDIS, Doctor, c'mon, give it back. If found outside the TARDIS, please leave it where you found it. I'll be there to pick it up in a minute.

A Journal of Me and My Doctor.

He flipped it open to the first page, and found a pamphlet for a shop in London, and a news clipping whose headline read ATTACKING MANNEQUINS ON RAMPAGE. One word was scribbled in the middle of the page. Run! He laughed, and flipped through a few more pages, reminiscing.

A picture of Pete and Jackie Tyler, Jackie holding a little baby Rose, at a wedding for a friend. An ad for the Game Station's live premiere of Big Brother. A WW2 gas mask safety flyer. A ticket to see a strange collection of alien technology in America, deep underground. A sketch of a Dalek. A sketch of a Slitheen. The words Bad Wolf scribbled all over the place. Fantastic in the margins.

A piece of satsuma peel. A scrap of striped pajama. A picture of him (he looked so young!) taken on New Earth, on a ridge overlooking New New York. A dried piece of mistletoe, a picture of Queen Victoria. A picture of her and Sarah Jane in front of a school that appeared to have blown up. Strange, devilish symbols and a sketch of a demon. A picture of him posing stupidly with an Ood. A broken mirror shard.  A child's drawing of him and the TARDIS. A picture of him lighting the Olympic torch. Allons-y and Oh yes! scribbled here and there. A sketch of a Cyberman.

He put down the book after that page, still smiling sadly at the image of her face, fuzzed over the years, smiling with her tongue out and laughing at him. He could almost still hear her saying "Doctor!" How long had it been, since...?

He picked up the book again, and flipped to the last filled in page. It was just a sketch of the two of them, holding hands beside the TARDIS, heads tilted toward the sky. Forever was written across the bottom, with a heart beside it.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he tucked the book onto a nearby shelf.

"Doctor?"

Amy stood in the doorway, looking impacient. "I thought we were going to see another planet? It's date night for me and Rory, you remember."

He sighed, nodded, and straightened his bowtie. "Of course. Where to?"


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8 years ago

Ok so your "do you trust me" was the cutest thing frickin ever! I loved it so much, and I am looking forward to what else you write! =w=

Oh my god, thank you! That’s so nice to hear. I’m excited to write more for you! :)

5 years ago
Why I Love "The Hunchback of Notre Dame"
(Spoiler warning for the 2014 stage production of The Hunchback of Notre Dame) Paris is on fire. Flames lick at the crowds that gather, running and fighting on

Thinking about making this into a video soon, let me know what you think!

5 years ago

Chase.

So! I had no idea this was happening until like 20 minutes ago!

Before I dive in: I absolutely love this video, and I’m so happy that Jack has decided to take his egos’ stories further like this. It’s beautifully shot, cleverly edited, wonderfully acted, and the premiere was just amazing. I’m so excited to see where this goes, even though I’d be perfectly happy to have this be all we get! Well done, Jack and team! I am astounded and impressed.

Now let’s talk lore:

Based on a first watch through, the story that I’m gathering so far is that Chase has been evicted from his home. This is the last straw for him, and to process, he goes to visit a place that is special to him. Now, this place is a cairn in the middle of the woods, a memorial to someone. While he’s there, grieving, suddenly he appears on a parking garage roof. He’s just as confused as we are...and afraid.

Let’s dig a bit deeper.

- The eviction notice

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Served by the LA Sheriff’s department, this is an official notice to vacate the premisis, meaning that he’s been evicted from his home. It’s dated August 11th (or 14th, I’m not sure), and gives him until the end of the month to get out. Is he being evicted by his ex? Possibly, but also possible is that he’s been evicted for violating his tenant agreement, maybe with excessive drunken episodes or not taking care of the apartment well enough in his depressed state. I can’t make out the signature, but as it’s probably meant to be a judge’s, I’m not particularly bothered by that.

When Chase gets into his car, we see that it’s littered with fast food debris. It looks like he’s been living out of this thing. I don’t have much to say about that other than it’s a very good way of showing us his mental state before getting even more explicit about it. He’s not taking care of himself, or his car, because he can’t.

- In the car.

I want to talk about Chase’s costume change. 

Previously, he looked like this:

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Childish and happy-go-lucky on the surface, covering his issues. This is him in his videos on Bro Average. It’s not a very serious look, because he’s not a very serious person.

Now he looks like this:

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Much more toned down and adult, realistic. Serious. This is Chase off-camera, when he’s the real human being behind the screen, dealing with his life falling apart. I think it’s a fascinating character development, and I love it.

My favorite part of the video is this next bit.

Right before he breaks down, briefly, we see...

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Someone else in the back seat. Someone in all black. Someone with Jack’s face.

Am I going to jump to the conclusion that this is Anti? Definitely. Is it possible that this is a manifestation of Chase’s concerns about that universe’s Jack who’s currently in a coma? Yep! Either interpretation is going to be interesting to play out.

- In the woods.

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At the cairn, we see him put down this photo. Now, this could be two things: either, this is young Chase with his mother (probable, given the age of the photo) or this is Chase’s son with his ex, Stacey. Either way, this cairn marks the loss of the photo’s occupants. Now, I’m inclined to believe that this is Chase’s son’s memorial, because that would explain Chase’s depression and his ex’s leaving. This could also mean that Stacey is dead, but that wouldn’t make much sense lore-wise unless Jack is starting the story over completely. That would be interesting to watch, but would scrap all previous Chase appearances, so I doubt that’s what’s happening.

- The scene shift.

Before:

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Alone and stripped of everything he had left, Chase is trying to decide what to do. He can’t go home, and he has nowhere else to go. This is a man who’s given up hope.

After:

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Utter and complete shock. Confusion. Fear. He taps his chest and looks at his hands as if he’s questioning reality, wondering if he’s dreaming, but clearly he’s not.

I want to talk about the music cues for a second. The sentimental music of the forest scene fades away, and there’s tight, minor key strings through the entire finale, which is excellent for building hype and setting the scene. That, coupled with the sudden cut, brings the audience into Chase’s head without him having to say a word. We can clearly see and feel the confusion and panic, which quickly becomes fear, and even if we’re not sure what we’re afraid of, we know it’s something serious, and dangerous. We’re on the edge of our seats.

What happened here? We don’t really have enough info to go on, and I’m hoping there’s more to come, but my guess? Something followed him to the cairn. And something wanted something from him, and took him to the place where that can happen.

What brought him there? Whose memorial what that? Where are Chase’s friends? Where are his kids and ex? And most importantly...

What’s going on?


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7 years ago

Made a Darkiplier Playlist, if anyone’s interested.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXTbogGI5MFHsOLVc8ECZ5FS8MSeU_Uu9


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