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[starmon-tb]

🖤🤍UNUS ANNUS THANK YOU TOME KICKSTARTER🖤🤍

Hi everyone! So, who remembers Unus Annus? For those that weren’t there, Unus Annus was a YouTube channel made by Ethan Nester and Mark Fischback (Markiplier). They uploaded one video a day, every day for a year. The content was silly and fun, doing whatever came to their minds. But there was a more serious undertone. At the end of that year they deleted the channel, and all videos on it, to teach us that nothing can last forever, just like our own lives, so we should live our lives to the fullest and make memories like the ones we did with the channel. That was over 3 years ago.

Now what most people probably don’t know is that for those 3 years, a group of people have been working on designing a gift to Mark and Ethan as thanks. A custom made book, filled to the brim with art and thank you messages focused around Unus Annus. Now that the gift is designed, there’s a kickstarter going on to fund its production. The team doesn’t get any of the money, all of it goes towards production. But there’s only 2 days left, and although they’ve raised a shocking amount with how many people have donated, we’re still just under $3,000 short.

The time to act is now! Time is our enemy once more. But I know we can do it! At the top of this post is a link to the kickstarter, you won't get charged unless it reaches it's goal. And if you can't give, but know friends that watched Unus Annus, please share this with them! It would be amazing if we could make this book a reality and show our heroes the gratitude they deserve! We will not go quietly into this good night. We will rage, rage against the fading of the light. Memento Mori friends, Unus Annus. 🖤🤍

[sardonic-the-writer]

He's thinking about murder <3

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[spaceyshenanigans]

AMY!!!!

[iluffyouxo]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 || 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

YouTube — markiplier x black, female oc

The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. She had been gone for years, and to, suddenly, show up out of the blue? She flinched as her mind raced through the worst case scenarios. “He could either yell at me or be utterly repulsed by the fact that I returned unannounced.” But, she blinks and laughs at her own pathetic-ness.

That wasn’t Mark, now, was it?

“That’s a reaction that belongs to me and me alone,” she mumbles to herself, “Mark is not me.” She looks up from where she had been staring at her feet to be met with the sight of her daydreams and teenage infatuation. “He’s better than me.”

Though, infatuation couldn’t be the right word. How could it be when her feelings still lingered? Feelings so strong, it’s the only reason why she found herself returning to such a painful place.

Amy, Mark’s ex girlfriend, had let her in—the sweet woman had just finished her weekly check up on him since he had a tendency to go off the grid for long periods of time. “He’s in his office editing a video; I think he’ll appreciate the needed company.” The brunette had said after a brief greeting. “Today’s my last day coming here,” she continued sadly, “We both need to move on. So, thanks for answering my request.”

Amy had planned Mark’s surprise. A last gift before she left his side completely.

Now she found herself standing in the open doorway of Mark’s recording room, anxiously waiting for him to finish. Truly, she did want to speak to him…but, if he was going to end up being upset with her, might as well let him finish his work so that he won’t be too angry.

And when he had finished, when he did begin to turn around in his chair, she flinched and prepared for the worst with a crooked smile and nervous flick of her wrist.

His mouth fell agape and the bags under his eyes seemed darker as his blown pupils grew wider. His raven hair had grown and barely grazed his shoulders. His round glasses graced the edge of his nose. And it seemed as if his facial hair was the only thing that remained unchanged on his otherwise matured and solemn face. He was no longer the boy she once knew.

Her first initial thought was that she wanted to kiss him. Badly. How desperate could I possibly be? For him? Very desperate.

“Mark,” she breathed. And at the same time he exhaled Cyan in disbelief. “Hi,” she continued, “Long time, no see.” In a second he was at her side, pulling her in close for a tight embrace. “Cyan I missed you,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

She wrapped her arms around him and breathed in his scent. It had changed. Instead of sweat and his mother’s perfume, he smelled of teakwood and muted Old Spice. “I missed you, too.”

—

“What’re you doing here?”

His breath tickled her lips but, she wasn’t stupid enough to lean in. She looks up into his tired eyes, giving him a small smile, “Because I missed you too much.” And I love you just the same. His weary grin grew wider and he pulled her in close again. His arms tightening around her shorter frame.

“Cyan—“ her ears perked up at the sound of her name, “—Amy and I broke up…she said she wasn’t coming back.” She heard his voice crack just the slightest bit but felt no tears. She rubs his back soothingly. “Well, I’m here now.”

“Yeah, but for how long?”

“However long you need me to be.”

His breath hitched. Out of all the answers she could’ve said, it’s the one he wanted to hear the most.

The smile that he tried to bury down with a frown could be heard in his voice as he replied with a short Okay. But, she knew that her words made him happy.

—

They were in the living room laying side by side on the floor, Genshin Impact had remained paused on the tv for the past thirty minutes. The two had been talking about everything and nothing and the yearning to kiss him was growing immensely too strong. “Cyan…why did you leave?”

Her heart felt ready to leap out of her throat every time he spoke her name. “What?”

“The last time I saw you was right before Ethan and I announced Unus Annus and the last time I heard your voice was when we played with Bob, Wade and Seán. I tried going to your house after you changed your number but, then I heard that you moved. You still posted on your channel…but, I thought I’d never see you again. Did you leave because of me?”

The more he rambled on about the memories, the more his eyes seemed to gloss over. He was clearly still hurt. She placed a hand on his chest and rubbed circles into the thin fabric of his black shirt with her thumb. “No, I didn’t leave because of you.”

My heart ached every time I saw you hug her. “I was going through a lot at the time.” Every time you kissed her. “I had to move back home to gather my thoughts.” Every time you looked at her with those adoring gazes. “And then, my brother died in a car accident.” But, worst of all… “And my mother collapsed out of stress and exhaustion.” I hated how much I wanted you to want me. Any crumb of attention I basked in. I’m sorry but I had to leave. “She’s doing better now, Bryan is taking good care of her. But, my father is still a mess.”

“Why didn’t you let me be there for you? We were best friends, right?” It just hurt too much. Everything hurt. “And we still are, but you were working on projects…I refused to stress you out even more. I wanted to return to you okay.”

“Well, are you?” She smiled sadly at him, “No, I’m not.”

—

It’s been months since I returned, yet this silly, little crush I have on you has yet to wither, and it has, instead, become monumental. A crush? Love? I’m afraid it’s become something much more greater than that. And I am terrified.

“Cyan?” She looks up from her notebook to where she had been beckoned. Mark stood a few feet away clad in a loose shirt and grey sweats. She nearly choked at the sight. “Wanna play a few rounds of 2K?” He had asked as if his attire didn’t affect her like she was a horny teenager again. “Yeah, sounds fun.”

“Let’s make it a little more interesting this time, though,” his voice had gone down a few octaves which caused her to raise an eyebrow in question. “More interesting how?”

“If you win, I’ll tell you something that I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”

“But, you always lose…?”

“Well, then I guess you have something to look forward to, but I’ve been practicing in my spare time.”

And, even so, Mark still lost five games of 2K and one round of Fall Guys. “Welp…I guess, you lost.” When she looked over his face was red with embarrassment. She chuckles, “So, what is it that you’ve been keeping a secret?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to win.” He cleared his throat and, suddenly, he found his hands quite interesting. “But, I’m a man of my word.” Despite his tough words, however, he still sat there twiddling his thumbs and Cyan could do nothing but stare.

After moments of complete awkward silence (and something on the brink of sexual tension) Mark finally decided to speak, “I…I remember the feeling. I remember how it felt.”

What? Now she was fully intrigued.

“When you left I first thought the worst. I refused to believe you would leave me like that—without saying anything to me. And when I saw your posts…I became so damn angry. It felt as if my anger issues had resurfaced,” he turned to look at her. There were so many emotions that lingered in his eyes, but there was one that she just couldn’t identify. What is that?

“I was angry for years. A different type of anger that I’ve never felt before. And I knew something else was there. I could never figure out what it was.” His fists clenched against his sweats as he seemed to become more emotional as he spoke on. “At some point it began to affect my relationship with Amy. I didn’t know why. Until she told me that somewhere along the line…I had fallen in love with you.” Cyan’s breath hitches.

“I’m in love with you, and have been for a long time.”

If Cyan looked in the mirror she would see what these last few years in a pandemic has done to her. Heavy bags under her eyes, her brown skin had become paler and, due to quarantine, her social skills have gone down the drain. So, how the hell is she supposed to respond?

Though, she had been quiet for a beat too long and Mark’s soft expression was beginning to contort into one of hurt.

She shook her head, becoming upset with herself, I will not hurt him again!

Then, she places a hand under his chin and leaned in, allowing his lips to meet hers halfway. The kiss was short and sweet and innocent. “I love you, too…for so long I’ve loved you. And now I can finally say it.” She pecks his lips.

“I just wanted you to want me…and I needed you to need me.”

“Well, then, marry me.”

Cyan chokes on nothing but air as she registers Mark’s request. “What!?”

His blush is prominent as he tries to correct himself, stumbling over his words, “Wa-wait! What I…what I meant was…ummm…will you marry me? In the future?” He looks down and begins to play with his thumbs again. “I want to be with you, even if it’s not on paper.”

Cyan hugs his side, resting his head on her chest and kisses the top of his messy dark hair. “Of course I’ll marry you. I want to be by your side for as long as God allows me.”

She smiles into his hair. You wanted me to want you, too. We’re both so stupid. “Let’s play some Genshin, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And we can think about getting in bed later,” she smirks. Mark begins to fluster a cherry red. “Cyan!” She just laughs and kisses his lips again.

[souleater1987]

Merk :)

[strangenocturne]

Nothing is real, time is a construct

a revisit of this

@markiplier

[cybuns]

Nobody:

The Markiplier Community waking up this morning:

[wonderfulwackowrites]

Valentine’s Day

Reposted from my other blog @wonderfulwacko

“Oh my god.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“...At least no one died?”

Mark stood in the middle of the kitchen. Well what used to be a kitchen. It now was reminiscent of a warzone. Something was bubbling on the stove, liquids were everywhere and one was currently being lapped up by Chica. In the middle of mayhem stood Mark in an apron that had seen better days stirring a bowl. 

“Look it was supposed to be this amazing valentines day gi-”

“It’s the 13th.”

“What?” At this point between everything you couldn’t help but giggle. Mark began to sputter. “No, it's most definitely the 14th. I would know.” You didn’t answer, just held up your phone with the date clearly showing. 

Mark’s face flushed, and you couldn’t help it. He looked so adorable. You walked over and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. He dropped the bowl only adding to the mess. You were about to laugh again, but his hands cupped your face and he kissed your mouth. He deepened the kiss, adding tongue, hands began to roam…and then the smoke alarm went off. 

You began to fan the air in front of it as Mark, turned off the stove and dropped the pot in the sink.  You both turned and smiled at each other. 

“I’ll treat you to a real valentines day gift tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace.  

“Just please don’t cook anything.�� 

[cinnamon-toast-on-toast]

Two bros, chillin in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they’re not gay

[pbenjaminparkers]

[ID: A gif from the very first Unus Annus video, in which Mark and Ethan stand in front of a black and white spiral. Ethan is wearing an all-black suit and Mark is wearing a matching all-white one. They both have their hands positioned just in front of their stomachs as they slowly move away into the center of the spiral. Ethan speaks while they do. End ID.]

365:00:00:00

💀 We live our lives taking each second for granted. ⏳ ⏳ But what would you do if you knew how much time you had left? 💀

[famderfries]

Ethan's mess up of "don't cry because it's over, cry because it happened." is a pretty good explanation of Unus annus tbh

[sardonic-the-writer]

━"Guest Appearance"

━Tw: None

━Notes: A very cute idea I had reminiscing about the time Unus Annus did a wax video with Sean

━Song: "Twin Sized Matress" By The Front Bottoms

Ethan and Mark were staring to regret their choice in friends.

Or at least the kind of ideas they came up for this goddamn channels videos.

It was fucking loud. I mean, honestly what did they expect when offering two of the goofiest people they knew to fly out for a video and shutting them in a room with a camera. There wasn’t going to be a bit of content without yelling after all. Especially when it came down to the four idiots playing around right now with how tightly knit they were.

Maybe it was the full on wax war that wasn’t predicted.

The rapidly cooling substance was flinging nearly everywhere, clinging to the surface of the walls like sticky soda and some even being propelled on the ceiling fan above (which in turn splattered it every which way like a modern age art project).

Paintbrushes with cream colored bristles—that had previously been used for spreading wax across bare skin—were now being dipped in the milky white substance. Before the wax could harden completely it was launched at a respective person, who got a face full of it to enjoy.

Honestly (Y/n) was having the time of their fucking life.

They didn’t give a shit whether or not the camera couldn’t even see them properly right now. All they were focused on was ducking up and down between the protection of a scrappy desk, trying their best not to get smacked in the mouth with the slimy wax as they fired their own ammo at Sean.

Ethan was on the other side of them, the team of two having mischievously grabbed half a bucket of hot wax halfway through the scheduled video and attacking the other people in the room.

The war had only been officially waged after Mark had grabbed a handful from his own bucket without a second thought, nailing Ethan directly in the scalp with it as a ‘thank you’ gift.

”Surrender losers!” A girlish squeal came from Ethan as he narrowly avoided another fire ball of wax, sticking his tongue out at Mark. His brown hair was plastered to the front of his forehead with a mix of sweat and wax, mimicking the look of everyone else. He had even almost knocked their cover over as he squatted down.

”Nhever!” Determination poked its head through Sean’s thick Irish accent. (Y/n) paused to clutch at their rib cage in a fit of laughter as they witnessed the man stand up and pose like a superhero, only to slip on a puddle of wax and land straight on his ass.

”Oh ye think tha’s funny (Y/n)?” He said quickly getting back up and making devilish eye contact. They let out a sudden yell as Sean grew closer and fully left the protection of his pathetic looking plastic table, formerly having hid behind it with Marks bulky figure.

They attempted to scramble up and out of the room, a complete disregard for the camera recording all of this as this point. All that they were worried about right now was escaping the ghoulish grin and bucket of wax coming their way.

”Wait no please!”

Their pleas were met with a tirade of evil laughter, managing to just barely close their eyes before warm wax slid down every available surface of their face.

Even Ethan and Mark had stopped in their ferocious battle to watch the buckets contents get emptied onto their head. Now instead of (Y/n) rolling on the ground belly laughing it was them, completely ignoring the mess sticking to their clothes like wallpaper in exchange for playfully howling at the fellow content creator.

”You guys fucking suck!” They spat, already feeling their face start to freeze up with the wax. While their words might be venomous their tone was not, breaking up with an amused wheeze halfway through.

“I’m telling Amy and Gab that you three were pushing me around!”

”Oooooh I’m so scared of Sean and Marks girlfriends!”

”Dont think I forgot about you either Mr. Crankgameplays. You act like I won’t go get your mother on the phone right this second.”

The other boys made oohing sounds at Ethan like a fifth grader who just watched their classmate get in trouble. He simply blew a raspberry at them in response.

It was only then that Sean backed up slightly, bumping into the forgotten camera and startling himself

(Y/n) laughed as much as they could with a temporarily paralyzed face, watching as the boys discussed jokingly in front of the camera if attacking each other with discolored crayon wax was enough content to satiate their gremlin viewers. Spoiler alert: They determined it was.

”Not exactly the normal content of Unus Annus. But then again we wouldn’t have invited you and Sean if we had wanted that. Congrats on being the first and last special guest to hijack our original plan for a video.” Mark grinned with teeth, now holding an arm out so (Y/n) could help themself up. They took it with as much of a smile they could manage, attempting to mumble a jovial ‘thank you dumbass’ back at him.

”Mark wipe their face off I can’t understand jack shit coming out of their mouth.”

”Awhh bu’ I was enjoyin ta silence.”

(Y/n) simply made a slitting gesture across their throat at Sean, cussing him out with their eyes. The motion just received more snickers.

“You know what? Sure. Let’s get Chica in here to wipe that wax off their face.” Mark rubbed his hand together in a comically evil motion. “Or should I say lick it off?”

Their eyes widened as they chased after the laughing boys, yelling from the back of their throat desperately with a smile.

Totally worth the trip.

[spaceyshenanigans]

AMY!!!

[clockwork-lavender]

Sentences that are not a good start

[uy8hg-art]

Memento Mori, friends

[bripickled]

This is preeeeetty old but, I wanted to post something for Mark's birthday! He's always cared for this community, so I thought it'd be good to give something back