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[droppopseptic]

day 2 : AU (Alternate Universe)

If I were a zombie, I’d never eat your brain~

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[rainbow-neko-main]

Septiplier Week - Day 7

Prompt: Earth/Space

(Earth Jack x Space Mark gives my life meaning lmao) this is defiantly one of my favorite pieces for this week. it was wonderful to participate in this week and I thank you for all the support and reblogs <3 everyone's work was so great to look through and enjoy and its nice to see one of my favorite ships still sailing strong.

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[demittinix]

Photo Manipulation, Feel Free To Use =) Happy Septiplier Week! 💚❤

[fashionkitty512]

Septiplier Week, Day 2: AU

So, last year I drew this for Septiplier Week..

And I decided, "Hey that's an AU-"

So, this year, I redrew it!

There's still room for improvement- The lines look kinda ugly, but it's better than last year!!

So yeah!

(also, i drew that while driving to six flags last year, and i redrew it while driving to six flags this year :o)

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:D

[septic-starkid]

Septiplier Week Day 7

I decided to go with something a little different for my final piece for Septiplier Week. I’m sad to see it end, but I’m also really glad I participated in it this year!

A few months ago, a spaceship landed on Earth and we finally got proof that aliens existed. Surprisingly, they looked almost identical to us, but something was just a little off about them and I couldn't put my finger on it.

Surprisingly, we as a planet decided to treat them the same as humans, and some decided to stay.

Before we knew it, aliens were visiting our planet and astronauts went to their planet to see if it was safe. The aliens that decided to stay learned how to fit into society and act like humans, for the most part. They got jobs, bought cars and houses, and some even started relationships with humans.

The house next to mine had been empty for a while, but one day I woke up and a “sold” sticker was over the “for sale” sign. I took a moment to wonder who my new neighbor would be, but didn’t dwell on it too long.

The next day, there was a moving truck in front of the house. I peaked out the window to see if I could see the new neighbor but didn’t want to look like a creep so I went back to watching TV. I went about my day as normal, forgetting about the new neighbor for a while until I heard the doorbell.

I got up, puzzled at who would be at my door. When I opened it, I was shocked to see one of the aliens.

“Uh, hi.” He said. “I just moved in next door and thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Jack.”

“Oh, you’re the new neighbor!” I said, kind of excitedly. “I’m Mark.”

As we shook hands, I took in the alien’s features. He had bright green hair that looked like it could have been dyed, but was probably natural. He was a little taller than me and wore a bright smile. When I looked in his eyes, I just stared for a moment.

“Your eyes glow.” I said, finally realizing what was different about the aliens.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Jack said and suddenly his eyes turned a pale yellow as he looked down.

“And they change color? That’s so cool!” I exclaimed.

“You really think so?” When he brought his head back up, they were a vibrant blue, much brighter than they had been before.

“Yeah it makes you look magical.” I smiled and Jack’s smile grew even bigger as his eyes glowed brighter. It seemed like they get brighter the happier he is.

“I mean, I have no control over it, but it is kind of magical I guess.”

There was a short pause that normally would have felt awkward, but for some reason it wasn’t.

“Oh, uh, do you want to come in?” I asked suddenly, feeling a little awkward now.

“Actually, I still have a lot of unpacking to do.” Jack said, his eyes dimming a little. “I’d love to come over some other time though!”

“That would be awesome!” My smile grew and so did Jack’s. “Good luck unpacking.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

I waved to Jack as he walked back to his house, watching him as he entered. I felt nervous and excited and I knew there was something special about him. I couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

[tansypansydandy]

Day 2 | Costume/Cosplay

almost caught up! i was gonna do like, the generic alter ego swap but.. hear me out.. dream daddy.

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[light-sins]

SeptiplierWeek (Day 6)

Remember when I said I wouldn’t write more ? Yeah, I lied. I couldn’t help it. All of the days combine to make one story.

Characters : Markiplier + Suicidal!Jacksepticeye Prompt : High School Event hosted by : @septiplierweek Chapters : [1]  [2]  [3]  [4]  [5]  [x]

“Sean ? Sean, are you listening ?” A voice snapped him back to reality, and he lazily opened his eyes, turning to the therapist in front of him. “Yeah, sorry, I ah…zoned out there for a Sec” he yawned, stretching. The tiny Box Tim plush sat comfortably on his lap, smiling as always. She sighed, but offered him a gentle smile. “It’s alright, Sean. Let’s just focus on something else for now” she leafed through the booklet. Honestly, she was very happy with the progress he had displayed. Perhaps in a few months, he could even start working again. But the heavy bandage around his neck made her hesitate. Maybe. She just left it as maybe.

“You said you had another persona, called ‘Jack’, right ?” She looked at him, watching as he nodded, smiling. “Yeah, was a high school thing” he told her, stretching. “Well, maybe you could tell me about then ? How was high school like ?” She inquired. He was about to continue when Mark came in, twenty minutes late. “Sorry, sorry, did I interrupt ?” He asked, turning to look at the two of them, who had changed their attention to him. His face flushed pink, starting to list out a pile of excuses like traffic and work, but she just smiled and waved him to sit down beside Sean.

Originally, she had been Counselling him alone, but found that being around Mark helped Sean open up a lot quicker and smoother. If there were tears, Mark could comfort him and soothe him. If Sean felt bad, guilty or hesitant, he was the one who slowly coaxed him. She had insisted that it was time that perhaps Mark could take care of Sean on his own instead, but she could see the hesitation and worry in himself. “What if i fail him again ?” He had told her. “What if I can’t choose what’s right for him ?” And with that, their sessions continued.

“So, uh, what’re we doing ?” Mark asked, still a little embarrassed from his sudden yell when he burst in. “We we’re going to talk about high school” she informs. “Mostly about this ‘Jack’ persona” she adds, preparing a pen in case she needed to take notes on their behaviour. It was always heartwarming to see how their love worked, despite the problems they both had. Then again, all relationships had problems. It was the way they tried to help one another with them that made her so happy to see them every week.

“Well, why don’t we get started !”

High school was a time that wasn’t too hard for either of the two boys. Or, that’s what it initially appeared as at least. Other than the acne, and the occasional problems with trying to fit in and the ‘girls and guys’ kinda thing, it was pretty normal, only… it was hard for Sean to stay ‘normal’. And, the fact that his name wasn’t Sean during then. His name was Jack, and he was so much more different than he was as an adult. Teenage Jack was called a lot of things by his friends. Mostly cause he only had one. Jackadork and jackaboy were his favourites during then. Mark had a tendency to just call him 'Jack’ though.

“Hey ! Mark !” His voice practically boomed through the room, and his accent was still fresh in his voice. He still wasn’t so used to a new country yet, but he was making good progress! “Hey !” Mark responded the call with a high five, exchanging a complicated hand greeting they had made up at the end of last year. “Ready for tonight ?” Jack couldn’t hold the excitement off his voice, practically jumping in his spot, making the other laugh. “Of course I am ! Are you nervous ?” He teased the Irishboy, grinning. “Of course I am ! It’s our first time streaming on twitch, who wouldn’t be nervous ?”

“It’ll be just like we practiced !” Mark assured with a smile, slapping his shoulder. “Oh yeah, sure. I Guess I should trip over my computer wire again ?” Jack joked lightly, smiling back. “Maybe this time your content would actually make someone laugh” he responded with one of his own, filling the small room with laughter.

It was Jacks birthday that night and they had wanted to celebrate with a full game fest online, and figured it would be fun to stream it too ! Their growing channel was slowly speeding up to a hundred thousand people and it was getting more and more fun by the day. So many happy comments and viewers who cheered them on. It was always so heartwarming to see, and he loved to read the comments with Mark. Well, he loved spending time with Mark in general. And honestly… he was a little confused on how he felt.

It was weird, actually. He felt so nervous when he was around and he couldn’t help himself but want to be even closer. He loved how he laughed and how much he smiled and the way his jokes, no matter how self-deprecating, always made him laugh and never made him hurt, because he knew Mark never meant them. It was fun and they loved making those jokes, even if they were crude.

But being around him also roused a lot of questions about himself. Jack wasn’t actually ever sure if…if he liked girls. Of course, he never discriminated being friends but… the idea of kissing another girl, no matter how beautiful he imagined her, never appealed to him. He got anxious as the days gone by. Why was he like that ? Was there something else wrong with him ? He started panicking and started getting worse and worse. But of course nobody could ever tell.

After school, Jack and Mark bought arm-fulls of snacks. Cookies, chips, sodas. Anything fat and tasty. They had even bought lots of coffee for the drink lover to enjoy. Plus, it’d make sure he stayed awake. And after a few hours of setting up at Marks home, by the declared time, they were ready. They turned on their web cams, tested their mics and their headphones were on, grinning as they sat beside each other, Mark on his computer, and Jack on his laptop.

It was a little slow as it began, but neither really cared. They had fun, playing horror games, some fun multiplayer and made jokes about some really bad romance novel games, and the night just kept going with around a few hundred watchers. There had been no mention of his birthday either, because Jack was the type that never really liked himself to be publicised or anything. He liked to keep to his friends who could say those words to him, and they’d always mean so much more than the small texts that appeared. But…nobody had wished him birthday yet. It made him a little sad, but, he knew his friends still cared. He just wished they would call soon…

Halfway through, Mark mentioned he was going to take a piss. “Yeah, not subtle at all” Jack rolled his eyes, continuing the game, occasionally checking the twitch chat. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at the stupid comment Mark made at least. A lot of people were just chatting and watching and making random comments. A few minutes later, he heard Mark yell for him to help him with something.

“What ? Ya want me to help hold yer dick while ya piss ?” He got up, pausing the game as he did. He was halfway through the room when Mark came in, holding onto a sleek, expensive black video camera. The name Jack was engraved beautifully at the side and on top sat the most dainty green bow he could’ve possibly found. “Thought I forgot ?” Mark’s smile seemed to glow, giddy with his own form of excitement and relief at how stunned Jack was. “What kind of Friend would I be if I didn’t remember your birthday ?”

The chat exploded with exclamation marks and 'Happy birthdays!’, before there was the click that signalled someone had used a word that triggered their sound effects. “Happy birthday, Jackaboy !” He heard Singes voice came through, followed by Amy, Ethan, Felix, Marzia, Tyler, Bob and Wades. Everyone he had called a Friend wished him a happy birthday and when one clip ended, a new random one would play. Jack felt his cheeks flush red, staring at the computer in stunned silence. They hadn’t forgot…did… did Mark plan this ?

He turned to Mark again with a playful anger to ask the same question, but that golden smile silenced him again, the camera pressed into Jacks hands. And throughout all the noise in the room, filled with voices of the people he cared about, Marks voice was the loudest.

“Happy Birthday, Jack”

“I don’t want to go home…” Jack muttered, leaning against the couch in Marks home. It was the end of the short school holiday and he dreaded returning home. He didn’t want to, for more reasons than just to have more company with Mark. He was…afraid of going there. He didn’t want to hear his foster parents scream his name, and he didn’t want to bear the harshness of his dad. He instinctively rubbed his arm, hidden away under the sleeve of his shirt.

“Me neither, but…y'know, everyone has to go home sometime” Mark smiled at him, patting his shoulder. Of course, he could never understand Jacks fear of his own house. It was something he thought was personal and he didn’t think it was anything as bad as it actually was. He had met Jacks Mother and Father once or twice and thought they were kind people. But, under closed doors, they were from another world.

Jack didn’t reply for a while, silent and holding onto the crumpled pieces of paper they had been working on for a while. Blue prints, or really just shitty designs for two character plushies, but he just kept staring at it. “…I don’t want to go home…” he repeated, quieter this time. Mark turned to look at him with a small smile but before he could convince Jack again, he noticed the silent tears drop onto the piece of paper, staining it. That was when he noticed something was wrong.

“Jack..?” He gently nudged him, putting his hand on his arm. He got even more worried when he flinched, tensing up. Something was horribly wrong. “Why don’t you want to go home ?” He finally asked. The answers that followed took hours to get, and the next few weeks felt like months. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything suddenly became clear to him. Why Jack seemed to always flinch when someone yelled, why the first few times he met him, he seemed to take a step back when offered a high five. How did he never notice ?

The next few weeks, was filled with careful planning. Mark stored Jacks clothes and all in his house, along with belongings like pictures and anything he needed. Only necessities and personal valuables. And throughout those weeks, he found out why Jack had always been so secretive with his money and owned so little. The computer had been something Jack worked months to buy, because it was his only happiness in his stressed household. And a phone, nothing else. Most of his clothes were thrown to Jack from his deceased older Brother, who had been a biological child.

The easy part was getting Jack into Marks house. The hard part was getting proof. Jack had to alternate into his own home, filled with dread and fear each day to record how his family was like, and each video clip made Mark sick to the core. How could he had lived like this for so many years, he would never know.

School was hard now too. Mark and Jack had to pretend everything was okay and find a teacher to help. Eventually, they found a teacher they thought could trust, a woman who was a counsellor in school. They told her about the abuse and she seemed to agree to help. So they relaxed a little and schooling continued and each day got a little more hopeful.

Until… Jack didn’t come to school. The entire day, Mark was anxious and fidgeting and chewing on his nails. He had never missed a day before, and with his parents background… Mark was anxious. But Jack had told that if this ever happened, he’d text him, and he’d know if he was okay. So during recess, he escaped to a safer place and checked his phone with shaky hands, finding a message from Jack to fuel his relief. But the text that had been sent only paralysed him from the inside out.

“Help me”

Mark held onto Jacks hand, trying to give him the strength he so badly needed. His blue eyes were dimmed in fear, watching the court speak. His parents were both bound, heavy with charges and they displayed the videos Jack had so carefully and secretly recorded. He could feel the weak teen tense and whimper, and he didn’t hesitate to pull him into his arms, hugging and patting him to calm him down.

“Don’t listen to it…” Mark whispered to him, covering his ears, holding him close. “You’ll be okay…you won’t have to live with them anymore…” he murmured. He could see his own friends casting worried looks to Jack. No one had suspected something like this to be happening in Jacks life. No one had ever thought it could be possible with how cheerful and excited he always was. He always looked like he was…happy. Not the crying, trembling man they all saw now.

This was not the Jack that they knew.

“It’s been three days, are you sure ?” Mark asked, resting a hand on Jacks shoulder. “I’m sure. I don’t want this…brand anymore. I don’t want to be 'Jack’ anymore” he muttered, holding onto him, as if to ask for support. “I know, bud, and I support you. It’s your name and…if you really want to, then…” he passed him the legal documents. “Make sure you choose a name you love, alright ?” Mark smiled, letting go of him, waiting outside as Jack left the room, because he knew when he came back, Jack would cease to exist. Because Jack was a dead name, something that had been manifested to be the happy, cheerful screaming Irishman. The man that suffered abuse and never spoke out. Jack was an old mask, and it was time to throw that away.

When he came back, he seemed to have had a load lifted off his shoulders, and he wasn’t Jack anymore. Jack was gone, and Sean had come back. And Mark knew, Jack or Sean, everyone would love him just the same.

[douggydraws]

Day 3- Angst/Fluff

Skipped day 1 and 2 'cause I didn't have any ideas for the two prompts lol

So um, I made a comic for this day’s prompt :,) it’s pretty quick so my apologies if it doesn’t look that great orz

(Hope you can read the words! My writing is smol hehe :,>)

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[dreamypastelskies]

Septiplier Week: Day One - Outdoor Activity

wasn’t sure whether I wanted to join this but I decided to in the end :) Anyways, they went on a hike and found this rare summer butterfly (I forgot what it’s called) Honestly this helped me a bit with background practice so that’s nice @septiplierweek

[totallynotmc]

IT'S FREE DAY!!!! What’s up, guys? I wanted to do fan art for Dream Daddy SO BAD, but I never got around to it due to having too many projects to work on, so Septiplier Week day 4 posed to perfect opportunity to do so! So, I present to you the two dreamiest daddies you may ever lay eyes on! (Don't take that the wrong way XD) Thank you all so much, and especially to @septiplierweek once again for starting the event in the first place, and I'm looking forward to viewing what creative ideas the community comes up with today! Have an absolutely wonderful day, night, or afternoon, and until next time, this is MC out.

[droppopseptic]

Day 1 : Recording/Outdoors 

an event for @septiplierweek hosted by @envarchy / @septiplyer 

been a while since I posted here sorry lol life and stuff.

[rainbow-neko-main]

SEPTIPLIER WEEK - DAY 6

Prompt: Reunion/Departure

a happy reunion is a cute reunion <3

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[icydragoness]

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Day 1 : Outdoor activity

“Lets go see the stars, okay?”

For my dear friend @light-sins’s fanfic under the same prompt here - https://light-sins.tumblr.com/post/163868037949/septiplier-week-day-one

Super damn late because procrastination and stress but yes. Here it is. Finaly. After 48 years

2 versions because i can’t choose

[fashionkitty512]

Septiplier Week Day 1

So, I asked myself "What would happen if I made every single of the prompts in this week into angst?" and thus this was born

Outdoors/Recording

I mean, he is technically outdoors.

Next, I asked myself "What would happen if I used an invisible ink pen?"

And thus, this was born

"I'm glad he can move on."

Anyways.. Does this even count as outdoors? I hope it does,,,

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sorry if I broke anyone's hearts!!!

(and yes, i know i spelled Mark's last name wrong- it was purposeful-)

[insotten]

I am hella late and really sorry

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1. Recording

2. Au (pls write me if u know owner of this au)

3. Morning

4. Free day (I am very predictable)

[septic-starkid]

Septiplier Week Day 5

I’m once again late, but hoping to catch up today. Here’s my entry for day 5 inspired by I can’t help falling in love with you

“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?” Mark asked me through the phone.

“I couldn’t sleep again.” I said, same as I’ve done for the past week. Mark had learned what time I normally called and to leave at least an hour open to talk. Despite this, he always asked what was wrong whenever I called.

“It’s been almost a week. Maybe you should see a doctor.” Mark suggested.

“I know, but actually making the call and going there takes too much effort.” I whined. In reality, I already knew what the problem was and it wasn’t anything a doctor could fix. I was lonely, which is why I started calling Mark. He doesn’t know, but this has been happening for much longer than just a week. I was just too afraid to say anything.

“If you don’t, I will fly over there and make the appointment for you.” Mark joked.

I almost said how great that sounded, but didn’t want to seem needy, so instead I joked back.

“Or maybe Dr. Iplier can take a look at me.” I said in a suggestive voice.

“He’ll just tell you you’re dying.”

There was a long silence, but it wasn’t awkward. Even if he wasn’t talking, it was always comforting to know Mark was on the other end. I tried to stifle my yawn but Mark still heard it.

“You should get some sleep now.” He said softly.

“But sleep is for the weak.” I said, yawning again, then added, “Will you stay on the phone until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.” We had been through almost this same routine every day, but it never felt old. It was comforting to know he cared so much.

“Wise men say only fools rush in” Mark began to sing. “But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

As Mark continued to sing, I felt myself getting more and more tired.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too.”

“I love you Mark.” I said softly as he was finishing the song.

“I love you too, Jack.”