#septiplier week

[lesboytism]

what was your gay-awakening???

when i was a little kid i didn't have restricted internet access lol, i was watching markiplier x jacksepticeye ship edits on youtube in my moms closet. i realized if two guys could kiss and be romantic like that, i could be a girl that likes girls and came to terms i had a crush on my girl best friend. septiplier helped me find out im a lesbian lmfao

[kayethedragon]

i've been consuming dsmp content + ccs for about 4 months now. apparently its heyday was only two years ago. i feel like an archaeologist unearthing an increasingly cursed mythology with more twists than the story of jamestown. repeat cases of ccs writing their own fanfiction or reading fanfiction about them. cc relationships portrayed and treated as if they've known each other for decades when it fact it was less than 5 years. multiple instances of ccs who don't currently publicly interact but used to be close and mysteriously stopped. a disproportionate number of professedly straight men shipping themselves as if they were fans. utterly nonsensical phrases banned from twitch chats. and it doesn't stop there. the breaches of containment are unlike anything i've ever seen. several documented cases of mainstream celebrities reaching across the veil, unprompted, to engage these ccs. an overwhelming feeling that this entire fandom and anyone associated with it is public internet enemy #1. a genre of music on spotify??? every week i stumble across evidence of some historical thing that would send any previous fandom i've ever encountered into incoherent hysterics for the rest of time, and here they are nothing more than passing faded landmarks. there is more ooc lore than one man could ever hope to learn. i thank god i am past the age of obsessing over interests or this alternate dimension would surely swallow me whole. as it is, i will claim a perch from a safe distance to make further observations as it continues its strange evolution.

[wilfywarfy]

“My friend… it's been a while, hasn't it?”

Wilford stared down at the coffin. Half black, half white. Waiting, as if it could respond to him.

He's finally remembered. After years of trying to figure out why this day was one of the few that ate at him every year… he remembered.

“You've been here a long time…” he says. The greenery had started to really take over. Vines had been slowly wrapping around the coffin, drawing it closer into the Earth.

That word felt weird. Friend. Would Annus have considered them friends? If Wil was being honest with himself… he didn't think so. The few times they spoke to each other were nice, yes. But is it enough to be considered friendship?

Hell, Dark was closer to being considered a friend to Annus than he was.

“Heh, you know, the last time we spoke, I figured that you weren't going to do it… I thought it would be a ruse. It's always a ruse around here. It's one big joke. I… I didn't know you had it in you.”

When was the last time an ego died? Septiplier? That was on purpose, and they were more than happy to rid themselves of that monstrosity. When was the last time that an ego had truly… died? Or better yet, when has an ego ever willingly died? Encouraged dying?

All of them wanted to live forever. What many of the egos would give for Wilford and Darks aging. Near nonexistent. What they would give to live forever…

“Do you know how quiet it was? We had to clean up after you, you know. We had to clear out the set for the rest of our shows. And no one said a word.”

Wilford remembers it. How crushed some of the others were. Elliot especially. The E-boy was attached at the hip to Annus. That was the boy's father… the man that gave him the life he has now. The poor kid went weeks having to be comforted. Months maybe. Time was weird.

“We still find some of your shit around here sometimes. I found that horrifying statue you made of that poor woman in a storage closet a few days ago. Seriously, you two couldn't capture her likeness for anything.”

The birds chirp around him. As if they were laughing at his comment. Would Annus have laughed?

Would Annus even want to see him?

“...damnit. Do you know how stupid this feels? Talking to a box, wanting an answer?”

Wilfords hands start to shake. He starts to fidget to try and hold back his tears. It doesn't work.

“Do you know how much we miss you? How much everyone here misses you? How much Elliot misses you? Do you know that we still come out here for you? Do you even care? Did you think for even a second about what would happen?”

It's all stupid questions. Of course Annus thought about it. He had his plans all laid out in advance. A burial spot. A hard drive for Elliot with videos for him. The fucker even gave Dark special permission to his suit collection. Of course he thought about it.

And yet… he hurts. Even after all these years.

“God damnit, Annus…” he says, dropping to his knees. Tears start to fall from his eyes, dropping into the grass.

It hurts.

It all hurts.

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: Anonymous

our interviewee today is the anonymous author of the "SBI Crit Post". he's asked to both remain anonymous and not to be sought out; he's been incredibly helpful and polite through this entire interview process, and i would ask you all to leave any residual feelings you may have from that time at the door. If you think you remember who posted it, please keep it to yourself. that said, let's begin!

Q: Before we begin talking about the ‘Crit Post’, I’d love to hear what your experience of MCYTblr was like before it was posted. Do you have any standout memories from this time?

A: Not particularly. There's some things that I guess looking back on nowadays is kind of wild, like how in the groups I was running in, shipping of any kind that wasn't DNF was super frowned upon (as in, I trigger tagged for IRL shipping)…but truthing wasn't really? Or, how back then the lines between 'critblr' and main mcytblr were super fuzzy. I hung out with both groups before the Crit Post to no issue. Oh!!! And this is a wonderful piece of MCYTblr lore that you may not know, but when I posted the Crit Post, I was apart of a MCYT art exchange themed after MCC called MC Creatives. I think it only happened once, and I can't exactly remember who ran it. They were a really nice DNF (? or just DTeam) blogger. I think it's cool to see that even back then the community was pretty tight knit and had overarching community activities like we see today. It's interesting to me that our fandom has missed out on some of the more important parts to being a fandom… not many big bangs, only one or two that I know of. It's very sad, but we are a weird fandom in general, and definitely a Modern Fandom, if you understand what I mean by that LOL. There is one memory that does stick out, completely irrelevant to this interview though. The fake Dreambur meetup. I pulled an all nighter for it. I was shaking. I drew fanart (though never posted it). Everyone was hysterical. And then it was faked and everyone went WHAT.

Q: As you let me know in your dms, you were the user who made the original “SBI Crit Post”. Would you mind giving a quick rundown of what it was exactly, for anyone who may not know?

A: I would, but frankly I barely remember anything about it. It was like… I saw someone being like "weird that we aren't as critical of SBI as we are of DT" and I thought, "Well, I can probably try?" and made shit up. It was nonsense. I can't even remember what I said about Philza. The points against the others were "Tommy is too young to be in this business" "Wilbur queerbaits" and… "Technoblade needs to be less honest about his ADHD he's glorifying it" or something like that. Again, it was nonsense at its best.

Q: What was your reasoning at the time for making the post? Did the overall culture around you play a part in it?

A: Here's the part no one knows: At the time of posting, I was 13 by maybe… one, two, or three weeks. And I'd spent almost the entirety of my time as a 12 year old in a community that was like "we need to be Critical of our Favorite Creators because this is Righteous and the Only Good Way To Engage With MCYT" and I was like "Everyone here is older than me and therefore endlessly smarter than me," and therefore just accepted it. You can see it very clearly in the part that was "critical" of Wilbur Soot. He was queerbaiting for what? Acting like he wanted to kiss men? Dressing nice? Ridiculous! But if we called Dream a queerbaiter (and never GNF, because everyone was convinced he was gay), then I thought surely Wilbur Soot could also be a queerbaiter! This made total sense to baby 13 year old me. It's not fair to really call that indoctrination: it's not like I was falling down an alt-right pipeline or anything. I was just a stupid kid with too much internet access who liked minecraft and knew nothing about like Dan & Phil or Septiplier (kind of thing that would make me suspicious of this activity--especially truthing). I thought I was fufilling some honor by saying "and yes, my favorite minecraft boys aren't without fault either!" The people that stayed friends with me after that… some of them were my closest normal non-Critblr friends, who refused to abandon me (shout out to you guys you know who you are), and the rest were the people in Critblr who were… okay with my behavior.

Q: I understand that the backlash to the post was very intense– what was it like from your perspective? Did it have any affect on you?

A: Lots. Lots and lots and lots. I lost a bunch of my close friends who weren't okay with what I'd said or how I'd doubled down, and it really messed with me as a kid in the middle of quarantine. There were times where I genuinely considered hurting myself irreperably as either a way to "apologize for what I had done" or just a way to stop worrying that everyone I knew was going to block me one day. Those feelings lasted for a long time, I still struggle with them to this day, over three years later (? I think). And I was kind of lead to believe that was an okay response. I recieved asks the night that it all went down where I was told I should hurt myself. Of course my own behavior wasn't cool, but neither was that. I know there was a post out there by a popular (at the time?) Technoblade blogger that detailed the faults in that post, but I never read it. All I knew about it was that people saw it, and harassed me because they saw it, and that the OP of that post hated me. It got to the point that seeing that blogger's URL caused me to have panic attacks, a ridiculous thing because that blogger as far as I know never actually did anything wrong. I don't know. Every once in awhile, someone in the server I'm in (hi some of you are definitely reading this :3 i love you guys) will bring up the post in passing and I'll have to mute the channel for 24 hours because I'm scared. Or even when we're discussing normal drama, if something feels too close to the Crit Post, or like it might come up, I'll get shaky and nauseous and have to mute the channel for 24 hours. It's weird, the shit being told to kill yourself because you did something dumb as a 13 year old can do to you.

Q: As a follow-up: What, if anything, do you wish had happened instead?

A: I don't know really. I guess the obvious answer is "I didn't make the post" or "I didn't double down", but I think the real answer has to be that I wish the community I was in hadn't taught me that what I was doing was an okay move.

Q: Do you have anything else to add about the Crit Post, MCYTblr, or the community as a whole?

A: Not really. I "retired" from MCYTBlr in I think 2022, but kept a passing interest in it for a long time, and I'm still active in a discord (hi again) comprised entirely of fans and retired fans. I loved MCYT, and in some ways, I still do. When I'm sad, I put on old Technoblade videos. When I'm really sad, I put on old Purpled videos. These things are my comforts, things that I haven't ever been able to give up. And that's good! Even if I don't talk about MCYT anymore, I'm glad it's there for me.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Currently thinking about this one time when i was like, 11 i saw a septiplier edit on ifunny where the plot was jack committing suicide and mark talking about it on youtube and when i saw it i genuinely thought jack died and i was confused on why the hell no one was talking about it until i saw him post a video like, a week later

[septiplier-boi]

Wow okay so two different people have just ghosted and ditched Septiplier RPs with me. One I didn't notice because they hadn't responded to me in weeks anyway and the other conveniently forgot shit until after I put in effort and then acted like they weren't an asshole for ditching and being curt as fuck.

I can never have anything. The one great rp partner I had stepped back because of shit and I haven't heard back in a month, even when I just ask how things are.

Is it me? Is it bad timing? Does this fandom just suck now??

[rainbow-neko-main]

SEPTIPLIER WEEK - DAY 6

Prompt: Reunion/Departure

a happy reunion is a cute reunion <3

@septiplierweek

[flora-en-llamas]

Septiplier Week - Day 7: Earth/Space.

@septiplierweek <3<3<3

[cosmoanddoll-blog]

We are very late for this but here is the seventh and final day to the 2018 Septiplier Week. The theme for the seventh was earth/space. We kind of (?) Combined them. Mark is pointing out the constellations Ursa Minor (Little Dipper) and Orion (a.k.a. Orion's Belt). We loved doing this so much! Please consider checking out our other posts and maybe sending in a request for the emotion board thingy! -Doll

[toastydumpster]

Septiplier Week: Day 7 - Earth/ Space

Space entity Mark and Earth Fae Jack  ♡ ✧・ﾟ

Since it’s the last day of Septiplier Week, here’s a playlist I’ve been working on for them, this was really fun!! everyone is so talented and these type of events always boost the crativity, bless (¡¡

[mediocreonions]

Sup! This is my finished entry for day 5 of @septiplierweek Song/Quote! This took me roughly two days, cause I decided to be extra with it, but I’m super proud of how it turned out!! 

I didn’t think I’d participate in the week, but I got inspired when I saw the prompt and I just ran with it. It could also be seen as a Departure/Reunion, which was the prompt for day 6, so I guess I got two birds with one stone. 

Anyway, hope you like it, the view might be a bit weird but ah well. I will be posting the singular images on a separate post shortly.

Tags under the cut

@envarchy @septiplyer @introvertedissues

[night-creeps]

Day four free day

I felt like writing something cute and intimate! I hope it’s okay :/

Jacks twenty-nineth birthday was spent in L.A with his internet friends, everyone who could drank late into the night. All in all it was a pretty great party, but as is expected with any party everyone had to go home and try to battle the hangover they would have the next morning...

“C’mon Jack, let’s get you back to my place.” Mark said gently, throwing Jacks arm over his shoulder to help him get up from the couch.

“Ah Mark yer no fun!! The party’s still raging!” Jack slurred, his accent practically dripping from his voice. He was well and truly out of it, Mark didn’t have the heart to tell him that everyone else was headed home as well.

“Let’s go birthday boy, you’ve had enough fun for the both of us tonight.” Mark teased, swinging open the front door to the grump space with surprising ease.

“I’m sure I have but there’s still more fun to be had and I want you to have fun too Mark!” Jack whined, leaning all his weight into his friend as if trying to slow them down.

“Hm? What kind of fun is there to be had?” Mark questioned, knowing full well Jack didn’t have a real answer.

“Well gettin’ naked and bonin’ each other all night long o’course!” Jack said, his words devolving into little more than laughter. Despite the joking nature of Jacks words Mark felt a small flush settle on his cheeks.

“Sounds like a real intriguing offer Jack but I think it best we wait until you’re sober before we do any boning.” Mark responded dryly, practically throwing Jack off of his shoulder into to passenger seat.

“Sober schmober, you’re not drunk and I know you wanna piece of this.” Jack hiccuped, slowly buckling his seat belt and resting back in the chair. Mark sighed, leaning over to brush the hair out of Jacks eyes.

“Be that as it may, I’m not going to take advantage of you while you’re like this. Even if you want it while you’re sober you aren’t sober right now.”

“Jack we’re back to my place.” Mark said gently, looking over to his friend in the passenger seat.

“Home sweet home.” Jack said happily, stepping clumsily out of Marks car.

“Hey! You’ve been here for three days and you’ve already decided to move in?!” Mark feigned astonishment, quickly stepping out of the car to help Jack into the house.

“You bet your chiseled ass I am!” Jack said a bit too loudly for Marks taste.

“Well I’m flattered that you think my ass is chiseled but I’m afraid I don’t have room for you in my house permanently.” Mark once again lifted Jacks arm over his shoulder, slowly making his way towards the front door.

“O’course ya’ do! I just gotta stay in your bed.” Jack said it as if it was obvious, but something didn’t quite click in Marks head.

“Then where would I sleep?”

“In the bed with me you fuckin’ idiot.” Jacks words felt like a slap in the face, if the slap were on fire because Marks cheeks were all of a sudden very very warm.

“Well... uh...” Mark was at a loss for words as he struggled to fit his key into the lock, trying to avoid Jacks searching and inebriated gaze.

“Yer real cute when yer flustered.”

“With words like that I’ll be cute for my whole god damn life.” Mark finally managed to jam the key into the lock, throwing open his front door and letting Jack go in first.

“Good.” Closing the door behind them Mark turned to face Jack, try to convince him to go to sleep. Marks plans were thrown out the window as suddenly he was shoved up against the door. Jacks face was inches from Marks and it felt like he’d forgotten how to breath.

“J-Jack I-“

“I know what you said Mark. And I’m not asking for much...” Jack sighed before he leaned in the final distance and captured Marks lips in his.

@septiplierweek I hope this is okay... and sorry it took so long. It took awhile figuring out what to write...

[absisanerd]

they need to get the sun’s vitamins smh truth to be told i dont know what netflix and chill really means but it sounds fun,i too want to watch voltron and just relax :)

[dreamypastelskies]

Septiplier Week: Day 2 - Cosplay/Costume Honestly, I didn't know what to do with this one. I was originally going to do a Dark and Anti swap but I also thought that switching the other egos up would be pretty interesting! So here is Mark as Jackieboy Man and Jack as the author! I would like to think that they would poke fun at it honestly @septiplierweek

[browningdryingflowers]

i have the markiplier rap stuck in my head so help me god

[rainbow-neko-main]

DAY 2: SEPTIPLIER WEEK - 2018

Prompt: AU

“Fallen From Grace” is an Au about an angel and demon war. this war is said to have lasted for an eternity and will most likely continue till the end of time or until one race wins. Mark and Jack are an angel and demon who often come across each other on the battle field, both are less than happy to fight in the war and never truly injure each other in their fights. one day Mark is shot out of the sky by some arrows and Jack dives down instinctively to catch him. with his wings out of commission and both his mental and physical state injured, Mark is left having to be taken care of by the Demon. What blooms is a romance that leads to serious consequences...

 @septiplierweek