And Another One!

Ah good idea! Thank you! I’m trying to think of what to ask you about headcannon wise hmm do you have any ideas for maybe what the egos do for Christmas?

Aww Christmas Egos!

So I’m thinking that Schneep and Chase get super into it, decorate everything to the nines! the others just kinda deal, are generally chill with the whole Christmas thing. Anti haaates it. XD

We’re just... Having fun sprEading some wonderfuL Positivity. That’s all.

“We’re just... Having fun sprEading some wonderfuL Positivity. That’s all.”

I’m a humble theorist, my poor lost friend, Can’t see why Anyone wouldn’t waNt thaT in their lives.

I think he did! i wonder if that’s related? Didn’t Mark say something about us getting two Warfstache videos?

Today’s Teaser (Sept 7, 2020)

FRIENDS. THINGS ARE HAPPENING. I’M BACK ON MY THEORIST SHIT AGAIN.

So I watched the clip several times, at varying speeds, and tried to transcribe what I heard:

[loud screech, metal on metal]

[crash, again seems to be metal on metal]

[hiss, as of steam being released]

[car engine revving]

Unknown Voice: Everything is happy…

[sound of a train going over tracks, faint train whistle]

Unknown Voice: [unclear] living his life to come through…

So that second voice line is one I couldn’t quite make out. The top two interpretations I got were “He’s living his life to come through” and “He’s giving his life to come too.”

I also snapped a picture of whatever flashed on screen in the darkness:

So you can’t see much here, but when I brighten it…

A door? When the image keeps moving, there are lights at regular intervals along the roof. Coupled with the sound, my guess is this is a train compartment, possibly in the style of Murder on the Orient Express.

Are we getting a new adventure? Possibly another murder mystery?

Such interesting developments, and with Halloween right around the corner…

Home (A DBH Kara and Luther Drabble)

Winter in this part of Canada was incredibly cold and dreary. It snowed every few days, and when it wasn't snowing, it was overcast and windy, blindingly white all around. Everyone who lived in this particularly frigid part of the world knew better than to spend more than an hour or so outside at a time, lest they risk frostbite or worse. Everyone, that is, who was human. Luther trudged around the side of the house, laden down with freshly cut firewood over both arms. He'd been out since before dawn, making sure that all of the chores that needed doing outside were done before Rose and Adam even woke up. It seemed like the least he could do in reture for all of the  help they'd been in the past few months. He was careful not to be seen, given that his kind was still forbidden to be here. If he was caught, then people would start asking questions, and that could lead to problems for his family. Shaking those dark thoughts out of his head, Luther climbed the steps to the porch and started setting the logs into the firewood stand by the door. Just then, the door creaked open. "Luther?" "Good morning Kara." Kara's snow-white hair was gently touseled. Was it his imagination, or had it grown a little bit since they'd been here? Her borrowed nightshirt hung loosely around her thin frame, bunching where her arms crossed over her chest. She couldn't have looked more human. She couldn't have looked more beautiful. Kara frowned, head tilting slightly to the side. "Have you been out here long?" He shrugged. "A few hours?" "Your jacket..." "Hm?" She nodded at it, and he looked down. It was completely soaked through. "Oh. I should probably dry this." "Come inside. Bring the rest of the firewood, we'll light it so it's warm when Rose and Adam get up." He smiled and nodded, following her as she went back into the livingroom. As he dropped the wood by the fireplace, he caught sight of her socks, and started laughing. He was rewarded with a soft smile. "What's so funny?" "Your socks...?" The smile got even bigger as she held up a foot to show off. "Do you like them? They've got little rabbits on them, and they're so soft." "They're adorable." You're adorable, he wanted to say. She seemed pleased by this. "I thought so." They lapsed into comfortable silence for a little while. He heard the sounds of breakfast being made. The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted out into the living room as Luther got the fire going. He loved the smell of food cooking, even if he didn't need to eat. There was something comforting about it, a sense of home he'd never known before he'd come here. He sat back on the couch to watch it for a moment. Kara sat down beside him. "The fire looks lovely." "Breakfast smells good." They glanced at each other, and chuckled. Kara shook her head. "Is is crazy to say this feels like a dream? Like I might wake up tomorrow, and be back in Detroit. In the car, or Todd's place..." Her smile was gone again. He slid a bit closer to Kara and put his arm around her. It made his heart jump a bit when she melted into his side, slender arm going across his chest. He hesitated for only a second before pulling her hand into his own and holding it. "I never felt like this at Zlatko's." He could feel her looking up at him. He didn't talk much about his time before they met, and for good reason. In his mind, he didn't really exist before he met Kara and Alice. He'd been a machine back then, and he'd done terrible things he'd rather never think about again. This time, though, he felt the need to say something. "Zlatko at well every morning, but everything smelled like grease, not food. That place felt...small. Far too small. This place is smaller than that house, but this...is home." "Home," Kara laughed. He looked down at her again, and was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "It's nice to be home." Sitting there, with her curled into his side, the smell of food in the air and the warm fire at his feet, far away from the cold slums of Detroit, Luther couldn't agree more.

My favorite part of a character like Anti is the fact that he’s legitimately scary and strange. I love to theorize about him and to wait on the edge of my seat, analyzing videos frame by frame, never knowing when he’s going to show up next, what he’s going to do, and it still makes me nervous every time.

But I also love the silly little memes and gifs that happen between times, the stuff that I know is not canon to his character, just because it’s fun. Those are side things, fun stuff from the community side that’s not meant to be taken seriously. That in no way detracts from the love I have for the actual, legitimately terrifying, psychopathic virus that is Anti.

Whatever you want to do with your character, Jack, is fine by me. I love seeing him, and I love watching what you do. Your acting is incredible and Robin’s editing is top notch, and everything you’ve done so far has been super fun. I love how seriously you take his character and I love how seriously you take your community and your love for them. <3

@therealjacksepticeye

I have to find Anti scary, I write him, and it’s always more fun to write someone truly evil or twisted.

This needs to be said

I do take anti seriously I really do I get spooked when he shows up and I enjoy it. I love this super serious theory’s about anti that are paragraphs long I live for that kind of stuff. But I also enjoy the anti memes that we as a community make like glitch bitch. Jack I’m sorry that it seems like no ones taking anti seriously anymore but we are and we still love him

@justsamantha19 mentioned this on my post and I thought I’d reblog it here.

Interesting...

Okay guys. I tried posting this once for some reason it didn’t go on but I played around with the picture.

All I did was lighten the picture in my regular phone settings then I took it into VSCO cam and darkened it and turned the contrast, saturation and clarity all the way up. And here’s the final product.

So here’s my theory. The mark in the picture isn’t Dark but Dark is in the room. The red and blue is his light reflecting on the window, because you can see it on “Mark’s” face and the mysterious figure’ shoulder. Dark has teamed up with another ego.

Okay but we were in Damien’s headspace...this could very well have been the same moment.

I feel like these parts fit together!

@markiplier

It legitimately made me think we were about to get Evil!Patton and I was not at all ready

Fanders that are also in the Jacksepticeye community

How triggered were y'all when Patton glitched

And then there’s me:

She looked like sunlight on the water, warm and cold at the same time, eyes like whiskey and hair like ice, a too-soft cardigan over a Metallica t-shirt and ink all over her fingers when she reached for the book in my hand. When she spoke, it was like listening to the ice crack under your feet as you slip through to the freezing depths, or the first chord in a rock song shredded out on the steel strings of an electric guitar.

“Please let go of my book. You’re gonna rip it.”

Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

‘I SAW YOU DIE' 

‘two men go to a party, they both share some wine, and they played a game. The most dangerous game. I didn’t know that gun was loaded, I didn’t know. Was it my fault?’

‘you can’t change the past, you can tell all the stories you want to tell, it won’t change what happened. You can’t rewrite the past. If you live in fantasy forever, you’ll lose yourself in the story.’