“I’M MARKIPLIER BITCH!”

Some of Jack’s whiteboard messages

Happy Birthday @therealjacksepticeye ! Thank you for making all of us smile and happy everyday! I hope you have a great birthday and a great year! Please keep up with the amazing work! - This is a collaboration with a close friend of mine (will post her part soon). She did the sketch and I outlined and colored.

Darkiplier doodle

I was also testing some new brushes that look like color pencils :0

Reminder: We are visiting Yancy on 17th November. Reblog to claim your seat on the bus to the penitentiary.

Was messing with the brushes and I ended up with this small doodle of @crankgameplays

The Host Headcanons

I finally have some time to write some headcanons that have been regurgitating in my mind on a daily basis about one of my favorite egos. Oh, to be an unidentifiable entity in a trench coat with bloody eyes narrating someone’s death. The mystery. The intrigue. This is Peak Character Design. I am living for this.

Origins

The Host is the end result of the psychopathic murderer known as the Author, who, after being shot by Daniel, was left to die in his cabin in the woods. 

The Author, having discovered his supernatural ability to control one’s actions with his writings, began tapping into forces that would eventually lead to the Host’s creation the moment he put his pen to paper.

Something happened in between the period of the Author being shot and the Host sitting in the ego office. As the Author was dying, he was visited by the manifestation of the forces that gave him his power. It is unknown if this manifestation was physical or simply a vision. The forces offered him survival, but at a costly price. The Author agreed without hesitation, and without knowing the price.

The forces used the Author’s body to fashion the Host. The price was the Author’s freedom, independence, humanity, and eyes. This transformation led to additional changes in both its physiology, personality, and appearance.

What It Is

After losing its humanity, the Host lost its right to be called “he.” It is not a person anymore. It is an extension of the forces that created it.

Whatever forces created the Host are not benign, but they do follow a certain order or code. No one knows what that code is, but it involves the death of selected, unrelated individuals.

The Host cannot physically break that code. It was made by the code. To break the code would be to kill itself. 

The Host does not live by our rules. It can exist at any point in time it needs to be, while simultaneously living in its own illusioned time. Its old-fashioned clothes, its 1900s microphone, and its garishly yellow studio light have all been chosen by the forces that created it, and it is a part of the Host. 

The Host cannot change its appearance, cannot age, and cannot be killed.

The forces have a sense of irony. The Host cannot see or read or write, but it can see far into the future and is selectively omnipotent. It knows everything about its victim, as well as future occurrences that will happen in the world. 

Abilities

The Host can see its victim’s entire life, as well as their death. It can accelerate occurrences in their life to happen in an instant, or change them completely. It almost always leads the victim to their swift death.

The Host, while unable to see the path in front of it, is able to move from one point to another, say a room. No one has seen it walk, however. 

Despite its lack of sight, it’s known on occasion to look directly into its victim’s eyes before they die.

Exactly like the Author, anytime the Host narrates the victim’s actions, the victim will be compelled to do so. If something it narrates something happening to the victim, it will happen.

There is no known defense against the Host.

Vocal warmups.

Oh gosh this… this was crazy. I really wish I went there earlier but the traffic was crazy. Basically what happened was, the group was leaving but Mark got out of the car to take a picture with me. And… I just have no words of how much that means to me. He got out to take a picture with someone who he doesn’t even know. It just… I’m so happy he did that. I was shaking and so awkward but I was still able to take this. I wish I could tell him how much he means to me but, we had to go. I wish I met the rest but, they were just waiting for Mark. Mark if you see this, thank you for letting me take this and being so kind. Thank you for helping me through all the tough times. Please continue doing what you’re doing. @markiplier

Getting Over It [2018] (x) | Vanish [2014] (x)

NEVER FORGET.