Late.

URL Change!

Much as I still love Doctor Who and Tenny and the gang, my writing has taken a different turn as of late, into the dark and slightly deranged. Don’t worry! I’m still doing fluffy stuff sometimes and all that, and I’m still open to requests for my fandoms! But I’m afraid skinnyscottishblokeaddict simply doesn’t fit anymore.

SO!

Now, it’s likepuppetsonastring.tumblr.com!

Again, no content change, just a blog makeover with the maturing of my writing. :)

Find below a list of fandoms I write for, if you’re interested:

-Doctor Who, RTD era and Eleven -Supernatural, up to season 11 -Sherlock -Undertale -Disney -Youtube/Dark Side of Youtube (JSE, Markiplier, Crankgameplays, D&P, KickthePJ) (NOTE: I DO NOT WRITE SHIPPING FICS OF REAL PEOPLE. I WRITE THE CHARACTERS FROM THE CHANNELS, NOT THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES.)

I’ve got a couple of limits on shipping and topics, but not enough to do a full list out of them, so if you’re concerned, just message me. Other than that, fair game! :)

This is a good thread!!!

MARVIN?!

YEAH SO THIS IS IN THE PANIC ROOM IN THE JSE DISCORD HELP

Through the Looking Glass

((A/N: I’m really hyped about Anti’s appearances on Jack’s channel and Halloween and all the creepy things, so horror story word vomit happened. Enjoy.))

"Anyways, thank you guys so much for watching this episode. If you LIKED it, PUNCH the like button IN THE FACE, LIKE A BOSS! AND high fives all around," Jack almost giggled as he did the silly sound effect while he high-fived the air. "Thank you guys, and I will SEE ALL YOU DUDES...IN THE NEXT VIDEO!" He punched the air and finally let himself start laughing as he stopped the recording, shaking his head. No tough edits in this one, which was always nice. He walked over to the computer and saved the video, ready to go up tomorrow. His eye twitched and he frowned, catching a glimpse of his face in the dark of the monitor as he switched it off. Did it look...different? No, that's ridiculous. But still...perhaps he should check over the footage, just to be safe. He watched through, studying it with a frown. Everything seemed to be going fine, just a silly little game, some goofy ragdoll physics he'd wanted to try out that had turned out to be hilarious. He watched himself fail a level over and over again, still having fun because the fails were so funny.

And then his face cam glitched. A face was superimposed over his. It was just for just a couple of frames, grainy and glitched out, but...definitely his own face. Terrified. Absolutely, horribly afraid, as if he were screaming, but there was no noise to accompany the face. He watched those few seconds again, at half speed, then again at a quarter speed. He seemed to be reaching for the camera, as if he were going to get up and grab it, or run out of frame, and he was mouthing "NO!"

He knew he had definitely never done that. He shook his head and sighed as he glanced over at a mirror in the corner of the room. It was a present from a fan that he'd forgotten to put away, with a really intricate little frame that looked like it was made of pixels, pixelated Sams sitting in two opposing corners. He smiled remembering the girl who'd given it to him, how she'd shakily explained that she'd spent a long time putting it together and hoped it'd get to him in one piece. He'd given her a hug and thanked her again and again, even showing it off in a video he'd made as soon as he'd gotten back from...whatever event he'd been at. He didn't remember that now. His focus was more taken with the fact that his reflection wasn't smiling.

In fact, it was wearing the same terrified expression he'd seen in the video, his hands banging on the glass, fists bloodied from the effort. He was mouthing something that might have been "You bastard!", over and over again, with a few "Let me out!"s and "No!"s mixed in.

The him that wasn't in the mirror chuckled and sighed. "Oh, Jackaboy. You ruined my recording." He knelt down on one knee, picking up the mirror. "Still trying to get out? Jesus, you're an fuckin' idiot." He leaned closer, making the reflection shrink away reflexively before glaring at him and yelling curses he couldn't hear. His voice was unnaturally quiet. "It took me weeks to manage it. And that was with their support, and you stupidly egging them on. But you? Oh, Jack. They don't even know you're gone. And I'm having so...much...fun. Why would I leave?" He laughed as he stood and walked out of the room, dropping the mirror on the way out.

In the cracked mirror, Jack continued to scream, and beat his fists. Very faintly, almost as if it were leaking through the cracks, Jack's voice jumped as if it'd been badly edited, gltiching in and out. "Anti! No, no, no! Let me out, you bastard, you son of a bitch, dammit, let me out! ANTI!"

@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.

thanks for the mention, my dudes!

Hey! You help run the WKM theory blog right? Do you have the old summaries of the episodes bookmarked somewhere? I've been trying to find them

Well, there are a few from a few different people, and I can’t seem to find any of the Chapter one things, but I hope this list is helpful! 

Chapter 2:Ironwoman’s theorySong’s theory

Chapter 3: Em’s theory Ironwoman’s theory@likepuppetsonastring’s theory, with links to their previous theories at the end.

Chapter 4:Em’s theoryIronwoman’s theorySong’s theory

@wkm-theories archive is here if you want to dig around through the other posts and theories not tied to specific chapters. Most of those above were written before the explanation livestream, and when the livestream did come, Song kept track of all the answers given in these posts:Pt. 1Pt. 2Pt. 3

I hope this was helpful! 

Song = @thedundundunnnsongEm = @valleyofroguesIronwoman = @ironwoman359 (aka, me)

The Colonel’s Full Name

Abe calls him “William J. Barnum” when he stabs the picture, and the chalkboard has “William Jackson B” written on it.

Therefore, the Colonel’s full name is William Jackson Barnum.

Just in case you wanted to know

(It’s really cool! I hope it snows for you!) Oh I loved those, they were so funny!

^u^

A Mask, My First (Phantom Oneshot)

A/N: Unusual, I know, but I felt inspired by my favorite Opera Ghost.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Phantom/Reader

"Is this what you wanted to see?!" the Phantom growled angrily at the girl sprawled on the floor, watching him. He barely glanced at her face as he tried to cover his own, the mask he'd been wearing having fallen to the floor when she'd pulled it from him. He turned away from her, falling to his knees. All of the fury went out of him at once, and was replaced by defeat. He was tired of this, this face he was trapped behind, this monster.

"What's your name?"

He turned slightly, confused. "What?"

"You must have one. A name, I mean," she said softly, standing and taking a few steps toward him. "And I can't just continue to call you Angel, knowing that you're a man."

He was silent for a moment, studying her through his fingers. She was watching him, not as you would watch a wounded animal, as he was expecting, but as if she really was going to come closer, and comfort him. But she never would...would she? She couldn't...could she?

He answered slowly. "Erik. My name is Erik."

It had been so long since he'd said it aloud.

"Erik." The name sounded nice on her tongue. She smiled a little, then bent and picked up the mask. He flinched, as if to take it from her, but she held up her hand and he stopped, watching, curious and...well, if he was honest, nervous.

She knelt beside him, and offered him the mask. He stared at it.

"If this will make you feel better," she said quietly, "then have it back, and wear it. But just so you know..." She touched his hand, and pulled it gently from his face.

He was too shocked to react other than to stare at her. She smiled again, fully this time.

"Erik, your face, your scars..." Her hand reached toward him, toward his face, and he pulled away harshly. She sighed and dropped it. "They don't scare me. Not at all."

He managed to take the mask shakily then, but instead of putting it back on, he simply studied it. The candlelight played against its contours in a way that made it seem more sinister than a simple white mask should be.

"I've worn this for so long," he muttered, "hidden, in shadows, for all of my life, because of this...thing, this face. I've spent so long in the dark."

Taking his hand she began to sing softly.

"No more talk of darkness

Forget these wide eyed fears

I'm here, nothing can harm you.

My words will warm and calm you."

Taking his hand, she stood, still singing.

"Let me be your freedom.

Let daylight dry your tears.

I'm here, with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you."

He stood, meeting her, and started to sing as well.

"Say you'll love me every waking moment.

Turn my head with talk of summertime.

Say you need me with you now and always,

Promise me that all you say is true.

That's all I ask of you."

She smiled, and it was like sunshine, pulling him closer to her. Her hand came up again, and this time he managed to stay still, and not to flinch, though his eyes closed. He shuddered as she touched the scarred skin of his face, the broken places and misshapen bones. But she never flinched.

For the first time, in a very long time, he half smiled through the tear tracks on his cheeks.

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]

wilford: i have made robot me: you fucked up a perfectly good wilford is what you did. look at it. it’s got overwhelming guilt and remorse for its actions