Dark Side Headcanons: Markiplier Edition.

I like to think that sometimes dark will get these twangs of guilt or regret and he can never work out why, but there’s a reason he’s never got rid of that cracked mirror in his office. Or maybe he is just as broken as Wilford except wilfords response to being torn apart was to just spiral into it while dark tried to fight back and regain agency over himself? Like that’s why he’s so determined to get revenge, he’s just as hurt by wkm as wilf, he’s just dealing with it differently

I think Dark retains all the memories of WKM, and all of Damien’s memories, but the person/people that he was are forever changed (but maybe not completely gone), and that the dark entity that powers him led him to a different kind of insanity, one that’s hyper-focused and obsessive rather than sporadic and hyperactive and stereotypically “mad”.

Just wanted to say, thank you, Jack, for everything you do with the Egos. This is by far one of the most amazing stories I had ever seen, and one of the most long-lasting. These characters, completely original and complex in their own way, interact not only with you and each other, but with US. DIRECTLY. It’s amazing! I’m in the story that I’m helping to tell! This is exactly what fiction is supposed to be, an interaction between creater and audience, and almost no other medium allows for this level of interaction. Thank you for working so hard on these amazing characters and their stories, and for interacting with us to give us more to work with and expand the story even more, and for allowing us, the fans, to make this story bigger than any of us could ever dream. 

That being said, please please know that whatever you want to do with these characters will be fun for us. Small glitches? Awesome! So fun to catch! The occasional spoofy moment in videos? Wonderful! It’s fun to see our faves cameo! Small parodies with the different characters? Great! Hilarious! Serious works that take longer to put together? Oh hell yeah!! It’s all part of the fun of this unusual story, big or small. 

You don’t have to go all out to make something fun, and you don’t have to make a lot of things, either. There’s no quotas, it’s all just something to enjoy, together. We love it, and you, and are just happy to be sharing in the creative process. We’ll happily support whatever you want to do with them, and if you want to take a break? Take it! We’ll fill in the gaps with fanfics, art, edits, and memes while you chill out and just enjoy the creations. <3

Expectations

I wanna talk about the egos for a second. 

They have been by far one of my favourite things that have ever come out of this community and my own brain. I love characters, I love story and I love a good mystery so to have our own lore and plot in this community based around content that I put out there is nothing short of surreal and amazing. Recording let’s plays is awesome but this was something I created and put out there intentionally with high hopes and no one else at the time was doing it and it went over super well. It was incredibly creatively fulfilling. 

However in the mix of all this has come a lot of frustration and headaches too. I am constantly beating myself up over not doing more with them and putting things off because what I want to do with them is so fucking ambitious that I stop myself from trying sometimes out of fear of not living up to it and messing the whole thing up. I feel like I have one good shot at a story with them and don’t want to put out something that doesn’t make sense or is safe or is just badly written and kind of lame. I want it to be GREAT but that’s a really hard thing to do, especially when almost the entire creative process for all of this is resting on me. It doesn’t have to of course but it’s my baby and I want to treat it well so I get frustrated when things don’t go EXACTLY how I want with the characters.

Not only that but people fucking LOVE these characters (which is the sweetest thing in the world) so I want to do them justice for all of you as well. Use them as a way of telling a good story with characters you can relate to and designs/imagery that inspires you. Sometimes those expectations aren’t met or are set WAY too high, far too early and what comes out disappoints some people or isn’t exactly what you wanted either. This constant cycle and back and forth in my head has been a huge creative and motivational road block for me. I have ideas and plot points and places I want all this to go but trying to get there has proven hard for me because again, I don’t want to fuck it up. The stuff that I’m trying to do is also just taking so fucking long to talk through. 

This is why teases have been slow and sparse. All of this is way bigger than I thought it would be initially so thank you for that. I love these characters so so much and I want to see them fly high. I do love all the theorising though and the stories people write about them and how creative you all are. It inspires me. Keep theorising, keep having fun, keep your stories going. I want to have more fun with it and not put so much pressure on it all anymore. 

Some thoughts about the Dark!Robin that’s been going around.

So first of all, I’m loving the name “Deadpixl,” which’s been thrown around recently. Also, I’m loving the art and edits I’ve seen of him!!

Here’s a couple of headcanons. :)

-Deadpixl is a puppeteer. He’s the one who effectively created Anti, and is most in control of him. Anti has exactly one fear in the whole universe, and that’s Deadpixl.

-He hates the spotlight, preferring to work from behind the scenes to manipulate his way through the world. Unlike Dark, though, he’s not power-obsessed or revenge-driven. Nope, he just wants to see the world burn.

-If he is forced to act directly, however, he is terrifyingly strong and deadly smart. He’s a master of hypnosis, able to bring people under his control with just a few words.

-He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, so try joking or sassing him and you’re probably not gonna live to try it again.

I love dark sides so much! They’re such fun little fandom things, and they’re super fun to write. ;)

The end of the world didn’t look anything like we thought it would. There were no fires. There was no screaming in the streets. No gunshots aimed at brick facades teeming with armies of the unruly dead, or extraplanetary life that had for some reason decided that humanity was to be systematically eliminated. There were no world leaders corrupted by their position into beginning nuclear Armageddon. No, it was nothing like that.

The end of the world was…quiet.

Oh my god yeah and from that point cc is kind of like draped in blankets all the time so he doesn’t singe any of the furniture or wooden tables etc so like you’ll just kind of hear him mumbling from the next room and you’ll just hear the swishing of the blankets as he makes his way about the house

Awwwww.

“Dude, CC, why are you wearing a blanket? You’re like a million degrees.”“Bing. Two things. First, don’t call me CC. Second, shut up.”

@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.

After The Invasion

Pairing: Ten/Rose

Rating: G

Rose shook herself awake, stretching and yawning and getting her bearings. She smiled. How long had it been since she last woke up in her old apartment? Looking around made her contented little smile bigger. Her mum still had a paper crown crookedly capping her hair, an empty wineglass on the table beside her. Mickey had apparently gone home hours ago to check on his apartment. You could never be too careful with alien invasions. Rose supposed it had only been a few hours since dinner, as it was still dark outside, and the snow...well, ash, was still heavy. The only person missing from this happy little scene was the Doctor. The new Doctor. But still hers. She decided to find him.

The Doctor stood, leaning on the console of his beautiful, beloved ship, letting his new eyes wander over all the little doohickies and gadgets bathed in their familiar green light, a fond little grin playing at his lips. He caught sight of a hand, and was startled for a moment before realizing it was his, and laughing to himself. He looked at the skinny little thing, all long fingered and fidgety, and up his thin arm. He took the hand and felt his longer, spikier hair, then down to his ear (so much less conspicuous this time), then his neck. He pulled it away and stared at it again.

"Is it weird, for you?"

He whirled around, grinning when he realized who it was. "Rose! You're up!" She did her little tongue-out smile. "I am, yeah. But is it weird?" His grin faded a little, eyes on his hand again. He flexed it, fascinated by the rippling of the little muscles and tendons. "Yeah. It is a bit, yeah." He huffed a little laugh. "It's like I said, never know quite what's going to happen. I could easily end up someone...ugly. Or cruel. Someone I don't even like. But" he drew out the word, "I think...I am going to quite like this one." Without looking up, he said softly, "what do you think?" A glance in her direction. "Are you?" Rose walked toward him, looking him up and down. He found he was holding his breath. Finally, she took his hand. He looked fondly down at their entwined fingers, a happy little sigh escaping, then back up at her, eyebrows raised. She stuck her tongue out again. "Yeah. I reckon I am." His face lit up.

Without warning, and without ever taking his eyes off of her, he flipped a switch and turned a dial, and the room filled with music. It was a slow, gently song. He stepped back and bowed. "Rose Tyler," he savored the sound of her name in this new voice, "would you care to take this dance?" In reply, she snaked her arms around his neck, and his seemed to find their own way to her waist. She leaned her head on his chest, enjoying the novel feel of this new body, the way she just fit into his embrace, the comforting double heartbeat.

Dadadadum. Dadadadum.

He buried his face in her hair, taking in the scent again, closing his eyes and loving the feel of his arms around her as they swayed on the spot. He smiled suddenly, an idea occuring to him. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Would you look at that? The Doctor is dancing, and the world hasn't ended." She laughed, the sound muffled against his suit, and moved so that she was hugging him across the shoulders. He was so much easier to hug now. And he was hugging back, tightly, a thousand-watt smile lighting up his thin face.

For a little while, nothing existed, except a skinny man and a blond girl, in a blue box, in an alley behind some apartments, holding each other, on Christmas night.

Funny. (A DBH Drabble)

A/N: Well, I absolutely adore Detroit: Become Human, and I’ve been wanting to write a piece about it for a while! So I thought I’d get my feet wet with a quick little drabble about laughing. Enjoy!

The first time it happened, he didn't know what to think. He and Hank were eating at the usual food truck. Well, Hank was eating. Connor was leaning against the table, nodding his head to the distant music eminating from a nearby club. He didn't much care for the lyrics, but the beat was good, strong enough that he could feel it shaking the table and resonating in the soles of his shoes. He would never know why his fingers tapped the table or his head nodded in time, but he didn't mind. Having some things be unexplained was...interesting, if neither positive nor negative. "You lost in your head again, son?" He blinked and looked over at Hank, who was gesturing at him with a half-eaten chicken sandwich. "My apologies Leuitenant-" "You can just call me Hank, y'know." He blinked again, and Hank grinned somewhat awkwardly. "You don't have to. I'm just sayin', it's...y'know, it's weird to only call your friends by their rank. No one does that." "Friends?" "Shit, Con," Hank laughed, then sighed. "I mean...hell, it doesn't make sense to not call you my friend after you've saved my life a few times, right?" He waved the sandwich as if in salute. Without thinking, Connor laughed. It was a genuine, honest laugh, somewhat loud in the quiet night air. As soon as he realized what was happening, the noise cut off abruptly. The look on his face must have been quite a sight, because Hank went from smiling to wide-eyed laughter. "What'd I say?" "I...I don't know?" Connor was surprised to find that he was still smiling. "I don't think it was anything you said, but...you waved that sandwich at me, and it seemed...ridiculous?" He found he was laughing again, and Hank chuckled in return. "Are you kidding me? Damn, how low does a man have to fall for his own fuckin' android to laugh at 'im?" In yet another first, Hank reached over and ruffled his hair. Thinking he might as well follow instinct again, he batted away the hand and shoved Hank's arm slightly. "I'm sure I'm not the first to laugh, L-...ah, Hank." "And now you're making fun of me too! What's the world coming to?" Connor thought he just might have to laugh more often.

ohhhhhh nOW THIS MAKES SENSE!!

SOME OF THESE ARE WILFORD’S ALIASES!

It just doesn’t add up…

"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!