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(Snows gone :( back to good old Irish rain) who would you say is your favourite character to write about and who would be the easiest to write about?

Ooooh you’re in Ireland?! That’s awesome! I’m in the boring USA. lol

Hmm, my favorite to write about...I think my favorites are Dark and Anti, because there’s just so much to say, especially since WKM came out. Anti has a special place in my heart because it was the first Antipocalypse that I actually joined the JSE fandom and really got into it, and that’s led to a lot of really good things. And Dark is super interesting and terrifying, unpredictable. A social manipulator will always be fun to write.

But I do love figuring out the voices of all the different characters, and writing for real people is interesting (for instance, writing Jack or Robin, that’s super fun!). So yeah! I have a good time with writing these people!

Dark was the first demon he ever encountered. He was possessed, and attacked a close friend, who survived only because Mark was just strong enough to fight the demon down long enough to call an exorcist.

He started training immediately, because he knew that Dark wasn’t done with him.

Tyler is the first to join his team, the other apprentice to Mark’s teacher and quickly one of Mark’s best friends. He’s better with the actual written rites themselves, while Mark is good at the symbols and the methods.

Kathryn’s good at recognizing demon types quickly, having studied them as a hobby until one of her friends summoned one by accident. The boys were passing through town and helped her get rid of it. She joined them after that.

Amy was next, and is fantastic at painting devil’s traps and symbols. She can recognize symbols almost instantly, and is excellent at recognizing traps. That’s how she saved Mark’s life on a case at her college. He asked her out, stumbling over his words and dropping a Bible at her feet in his clumsiness.

Ethan joined last, having read about Mark’s group of exorcists online and shooting him a message. He’s got a lot to learn but picks everything up quickly, never panicking on a case. He usually stays with the families that they’re protecting.

Jack was their first international case. And Mark nearly ruined everything when he was first faced with Anti. He stumbled over the words of the exorcism, and it Tyler hadn’t been there to take over, everyone would’ve been in big trouble. Jack was unhurt by the possession, and agreed to keep an eye on things across the pond, with help from his buddy Robin (who quickly became an exorcist because he thought it was cool).

No one asked Mark what had frightened him so much about Anti. No one needed to.

There was only one thing that terrified him that much. And Anti was an all too familiar being.

j’s other aesthetics.

Mark as an exorcist.

Oh my god, this is brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. You’ve somehow managed to perfectly blend to absolutely amazing universes and you’ve done it seamlessly. I would gladly read this as a miniseries or one-off book.

AJ Crowley and Harry Potter bump into each other in public:

Harry Potter: Oops, sorry about that.

Crowley: No, it was my fault, don’t worry about it.

Public: *stares at the two men making strange hissing noises at each other*

Both: Wait…

@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.

I GOT INSPIRED AGAIN

Mark was in the middle of cleaning his gun when Jack surprised him.

“M...M...?” Mark frowned and looked over to the corner of the room where he’d tied Jack down. It was raining outside and he’d taken shelter, dragging Jack along with him. They’d...or, well, Mark...needed a break, just for a little while. It was hard enough to lose everything without being out in the elements constantly for so many months. Jack never protested being dragged along. He never agreed, though. He never did much of anything these days, he didn’t even seem to be conscious of where he was, or even who he was, anymore. But that was what made Mark look in the first place, and what made him slowly put down the gun, get up, and walk a little closer. The sounds Jack made nowadays didn’t mean much. He grunted when he was hungry, or when he was being dragged. He snarled occasionally when he could smell other zombies, or, very rarely, people. But this noise was intentional. It was a specific “m” sound, as opposed to the usual generic vowel noises. And when Mark looked over...Jack was looking at him. Staring, squinting right at him, and he looked...almost curious. Confused. Did he dare to hope? “Jack?” “M...ma...” he tried again, clearly trying. “Ma...rk?” He could’ve laughed out loud if he wasn’t so shocked. “Yeah...Yeah, man, it’s me.” He paused for a moment. “Do you...know who I am?” “I...” He shook his head very slowly, shakily putting the palm of one hand against his face, rubbing clumsily, as if to get rid of some of the grime and blood. He still seemed very foggy, but for the first time...here. Present. “I...d-don’t...kn-know...D-don’t...kn-know...wh-who...” “Who you are?” Mark supplied, and Jack actually nodded. “Try. What’s your name? Can you remember it?” He spoke quietly, as if to a small child. Jack sat up slightly from where he was slumped on the ground, tilting his head to study Mark again as he thought. After a long pause, he mumbled, “J...Jack...I-I’m...” But then he shook his head. “N-no...S...Se...Sean...” “Take it easy,” Mark moved a little closer, one hand out, almost to pacify him. His heart was in his throat, and he was finding it very hard not to get worked up. “Yeah, that’s you. You’re Sean.“ He smiled a little bit. “Welcome back.” And he never thought he’d been happier to see Jack smile.

post apocalyptic mark & zombie jack –

   “C’mon bud,” Mark pulled at the rope tied around Jack’s waist, leading him away from the dead animal on the side of the road, “Leave that alone.” His friend did nothing but grunt and groan. It was all he ever did these days. Whatever had happened to his brain after the infection had made him incapable of speaking, along with many other things. He was once a loud, outgoing fellow with smiles and laughs for miles. Now, he was a walking corpse with lifeless eyes and sickly grey skin. 

   The best friend that Mark knew and loved was seemingly gone, but he couldn’t let him go. He brought him along on his travels day after day in hopes that he’d find a cure and bring his best friend back to life once again. He just had to make sure Jack didn’t infect him before he could accomplish his goal.

Hmmmmmm.

Okay. So! I’m thinking these are locations and/or people that have a connection to Wil.

-”Springf_....” (Springfield?)

-”Florid_...” (Florida, probably)

-”Tuscany” (...as in Italy??)

-”Next???” (Probably questioning where he’s going to be next or what he’s going to do next)

-”_aldorf Juniper” (Waldorf, I’m assuming. But I’ve no idea what Juniper means.)

-”_a Jaka Baka” (...what.)

-”_son Jackson” (PLEASE LET THIS BE JAMESON JACKSON OHHHH THAT WOULD BE A COOL CROSSOVER FOR STORY REASONS)

It just doesn’t add up…

Hey guys?

Here’s my idea about the ending of today’s video: Jack’s supposed to have been in a coma right? According to Chase. So...

What if we’re seeing what Jack saw in his coma?

“PLEASE!”

That might have been the first time you’d ever heard Dark speak sincerely, or say the word “please” in any context other than sneering dismissive commentary.

He was hanging by one arm, trying desperately to get a hold with the other but failing because his hand was broken to shit, shattered into little pieces by the fall. If no help came for him, he’d fall into the crumbling void, and whether he’d die there or not you’d never know.

But you couldn’t seem to move.

“CAN’T YOU HEAR ME?! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” His voice was cracking underneath its echoes and distortion, and it was clear from his tone he’d given up on his “I need no one” attitude that’d been his trademark. He genuinely sounded afraid, and in that moment, so much like Mark.

That, you decided, was the reason that you scrambled over to the ledge and grabbed his arm, grunting from the pain of trying to pull him up. He scrambled along the wall and after a tense moment, managed to crumple onto the ground beside you. Neither of you moved for a long moment, just heaving in labored breaths and trying to get your sense back.

“Why?”

You turned to look at him, frowning in confusion. He was sitting up slightly, hunched forward and holding his broken ribs and hand. You struggled to sit up.

“W...why what?”

“Why did you save me?”

“You asked me to, asshole.”

He glared at you, but the usual deadly malice was missing. He just looked tired. “I’ve asked you for a thousand things. I’ve forced you to do a thousand things, and you...you had the chance to be free, to get rid of me, why didn’t you...?”

You sighed heavily, lying back down to stare at the...ceiling? Was it a ceiling or was it sky, or was it neither? You supposed it didn’t matter too much. “Because...you sounded afraid.”

“Why does that matter?” There was a little bit of anger in that one, but it didn’t seem to be directed at you.

“I’ve never heard you sound like that before. You sounded like...”

“Like him.”

A long pause. “Yes. And no.” He frowned at you, and you elaborated. “You sound like Mark, yes, but...mostly, you just sounded like a person. Any other person. Someone who didn’t want to die. And I don’t think I could live with myself if I let you fall, and there was any chance that you were...”

“What? Human?” A sigh, again, and then, disdainfully, “There is nothing human left in me.”

“Left?” That was a surprise. Since when had there been anything human about him at all? But he didn’t seem willing to tell you any more. You thought for a moment. “Well, it sounded to me like there was something left. Small as it was, it was there. Maybe...maybe whoever you were originally isn’t as far gone as you thought.”

The look he gave you then was terrifying. Not in his usual “I’m going to rip you apart just to see what makes you tick” way, but in a way that was more subtle, and more chilling. He looked at you as if you’d given him hope he didn’t want, and he looked very much like a man that was just too tired. Done up in that suit of his, disheveled and broken, he looked like he could’ve been some politician, caught up in some scandal he hated, just wanting to do the best he could to make the world better. He looked like a different person completely.

“What was your name?” The look hardened. “Before you were Dark, what was your name?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. That person is dead, and anything they were is dead along with them. What’s dead should stay that way.” He stood, cracking his neck sickeningly, and seeming to pop some of the bones in his chest back into place, and turned away, starting to walk. “If you can’t get up, then die here. If you can, then follow me so you don’t.”

You stood, certain he would be good to his word and let you die here if you didn’t. But you could never look at him the same way ever again.

If Darkiplier was reaching out to you, would you help or let let him die?

You choose.

Like = Kill

Reblog = Save

So if you’re a fan of my stuff here, I’ve been moving a lot of my older fic to AO3, and I’ve even re-written and added to some of them! If you feel like checking that out, go for it. I’m under the name Kittenbedtimestories there, the same as my old Wattpad name.

And Another One!

And with that, we have Day 1!

Source: Mark’s tumblr

When you brighten this one up, there’s a looot to talk about, so let’s do that:

No. 1: “Kill”, apparently an omnipresent now. I’m almost sure at this point we’re dealing with Google, at least in some capacity.

No. 2: That’s the same floor as the last picture, which I assumed was a kitchen floor in my last post, but apparently it’s just the normal floor of the foyer. So again, same location. This is all taking place in one house/mansion/castle/thing.

No. 3: The light from this lamp drew my eyes immediately, with it’s red-and-blue tinge, a calling sign of Darkiplier. Coincidence? I highly doubt it.

No. 4: The statues. They look very typical of what we see in horror games, so is this a nod to Amnesia and others like it? Is it a hint that we’re getting a sort of horror game in the coming video? Or are they simply fortunate decorations? Whatever the case, the owner of this mansion is definitely rich and powerful. Is it Dark? Maybe the Host?

No. 5: Timestamp. Again, real time, and happening at 1 am. So all of these pictures were taking approximately 24 hours apart, and then released exactly 24 hours apart. This is a ransom note, and we’re the ransom. To save Mark, we’re going to have to travel here.

If Mark’s posted anything on youtube, or anywhere else, I don’t know it yet. Please enlighten me. And I’m so curious as to what you guys think is happening. Does this new picture change your thoughts, or add to them? Have I missed anything you see? Do you see anything differently than I do? Talk to me! I’m so excited about this, and I’m having so much fun.