Memories

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.

(ok one last observation for now then maybe I’m done but-)

When Mark was in the height of his rage, we got this fiery display of sparks and chaos.  

Then, in the post credits scene, we see Damien walking out of the cabin. 

Looking back at this scene, I loved the detail how the grass (which wasn’t there before, another sign of Spring with the flower? To show Winter’s over and that Damien is no longer trapped?) itself is affected by similar red effects.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s emotional insight of what Damien is feeling.

Leather.

Pairing: 9/Rose, 10/Rose

Rating: G

He found it while cleaning up. Just busying himself while Rose was asleep, really, tidying the wardrobe room. Which of course the TARDIS hated, he was taking things out of the nice order she'd put them in, but he loved it! He'd forget how much brilliant stuff was in there if he never cleaned up. So this was something he did while Rose was out for hours and hours.

And he'd find things like his jacket.

His leather jacket.

Oh, the memories he had of this thing. He held it up to his nose and smiled as the strangely still familiar scent hit him. Old leather, his old cologne, bananas...

This was the jacket he'd worn coming out of the War. If he tried hard enough, he was sure he'd find bloodstains on it. He wasn't going to try. This was the jacket he'd grieved in, he'd roamed in, homeless, for years and years. This was the jacket that said, "Keep away!" if the rough accent and tough, if daft, old face didn't scare you off first.

This was the jacket he'd met Rose in. This was the jacket she'd clung to and hugged tight and slapped when he was being stupid. This was the jacket she'd given a new meaning to, the old traveler's jacket instead of the warding he'd worn. This was the jacket that'd kept her warm on several occasions, that'd been used as a seat for picnics on bright hillsides all over the universe, that'd been their umbrella in blue rain and a shield from the wind and shimmering sand of some planet he'd long forgotten the name of.

This was the jacket that still felt like the Vortex, just a little bit, and still smelled a little bit like smoke, and Hypervodka, and Slitheen slime, and the perfume in Satellite Five's game rooms.

This jacket didn't fit him now. And he didn't mean physically, though of course it didn't fit him physically either. But it did fit someone.

He wandered up to Rose's door, and held up a hand to knock, still looking at the jacket. Deciding against it, he simply folded it and set it outside, then reached into his pocket, drew out a notepad and a pen, and scribbled something before ripping it off and setting it in the pocket. He put away the notepad, straightened his jacket and tie, and meandered off down the hall, whistling an old song he'd danced to once.

Rose found the jacket a few hours later, and read, through slightly teary eyes,

For those planets with a North. Let's see them all.

-Big Nose's Daft New Face

Uh...guys?

I just thought of something disturbing about Dark’s view of Anti as it now relates to Dark’s backstory.

Dark must fucking hate Anti, but he’s also probably terrified of him. Imagine, you’ve been the only one of your kind for so long, and you know all the pain and torture that goes into creating something like you, and then this happy-go-lucky glitch bitch pops up out of nowhere, murders indiscriminately and seems to enjoy all the pain he’s causing.

And Dark’s actually scared for the first time since he was human, because if that thing is so numb as to enjoy what he’s doing and kill without caring, what has he been through, and where would he stop? He can kill regular humans all he likes, that’s not Dark’s problem, but Anti’s not afraid of anything.

And that puts Wil in danger. And Dark will not have that.

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

Is your blog title a reference to a wrestling song?

No, unfortunately, that would’ve been a lot cooler than what it actually is. XD Is there a song called “Like Puppets on a String”? I have to look that up now.

But no, actually it was just a generic reference to villains using other people as pawns, treating them “like puppets on a string”. It just happened to get really relevant to youtube dark sides. lol

Transcription of file 4nt1.aud October 22, 2016. 6:42pm. Location undisclosed.

[Start recording]

State your name for the record, please.

Helena [Name withheld for privacy]. I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?

No, no, Helena. Can I call you Helena?

Sure, I guess.

We've heard that you're quite the expert on certain recent...developments, in the online community.

What do you mean?

Could you tell us what you know about Sean Mcloughlin?

[Pause] What does he have to do with anything?

Helena, we're trying to help. Please, we need you to tell us what you know.

[Another pause] I...don't think you can help.

What do you mean?

I mean...I think he's too far gone.

Can you explain?

[Long pause] I've started calling them Hyde Glitches.

Hyde Glitches? As in, Jekyll and Hyde?

Yes, exactly. Some call them monsters. Some call them demons. Some simply call them the...darker...parts of us. All of them are right to some degree. These things...they're somewhere in between. Near as I can figure, they're a type of thought form, something created from the minds of people, brought into real life by enough concentration from enough people for a long time. These specific thought forms, they come into being through the internet. Youtube, primarily.

And how does that happen?

Fandoms. They...they grow around these people, thousands or...or millions of people, who're watching, focusing, thinking about this one...focal point.

Does the entity just...come into being? Naturally?

Well, no. Not usually. I think it starts when someone...some mad bastard has the brilliant idea to write up something...dark, about these creators. A fanfiction. They write them a dark side, a hidden psychopath. And then for some sick reason, people latch onto these dark sides. They name them. They draw them. And the longer this idea is around, the stronger the creature gets, until...until they take control. [Pause] I think that's what he's doing now.

And what's his name? This..."thought form" version of Mr. Mcloughlin?

He's got a couple of them...but...the most popular...

Yes?

They...call him Anti.

"Anti"? As in, opposite?

Yes. [Nervous laugh] I never said it was terribly creative. It's short for Antisepticeye. A play on the channel name.

Alright. So..."Anti". This creature has control of Mr. Mcloughlin? Is there any way to destroy it?

[Pause] You believe me.

Yes.

Why?

Helena, it's my job to believe in...unusual things.

[Pause] Yes. There might be a way.

How?

Well...Sean's got to do it. He's got to fight him off. That's why I call it a Hyde Glitch. They're dark sides, so the only way to defeat it is for the light side to win.

Do you think that Sean is strong enough to do that?

I think...he has to try. I hope to god he is.

Why is that?

Because no one else has a chance at stopping him, once he's free.

[Pause] Thank you for your time, Helena.

[End recording]

I love this. Feedback is so much fun.

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

Anti and Flowey.

Can I just point out that I very much love the parallels between Anti and Flowey from Undertale?

Firstly, aesthetically, Anti and Flowey’s voices (as deigned by Jack) are very similar: high, raspy, constantly jumping or glitching.

Secondly, they speak in very similar patterns. They both constantly talk about power, control, and the weakness/powerlessness of their audience.

“This world is mine!” -Anti “I am the GOD of this world!” -Flowey

“Over, and over, and over!” -Both, in the same tone of voice (according to Jack, anyway)

Both of them are apparently soulless, very violent and sadistic, and they love to play with their audience (Flowey through false friendship and betrayal, Anti through glitching in and out at random and leaving cryptic messages). To them, everything is a game, and they want desperately to be in ultimate control.

But it makes me wonder...

(SPOILERS FOR THE END OF UNDERTALE)

Flowey is a more-or-less corrupted version of Asriel. In the end of the game, in a pacifist run, you might not be able to save him directly, but you remind him what it felt like to feel. If you open the game again after the True Ending, it’s Flowey that appears to ask you, beg you not to reset the game again, because he wants to remember how to feel. He wants the others to be happy.

if Flowey could be saved...could Anti? Taking it even further than that, could Anti be in a similar situation to Flowey?

Is he a corrupted Ego, perhaps one we forgot existed? Who could that be? And is there a way to save him?

Side note: I love that Anti said “There are no strings on me!” Makes me love my url even more than I already did. Gives it a nice fandom touch. :)