Schneep is an ex-employee of IRIS...
Just a thought.
i like this idea! "schneep" might not even be his real name - maybe something like witness protection?
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Schneep is an ex-employee of IRIS...
Just a thought.
i like this idea! "schneep" might not even be his real name - maybe something like witness protection?
‘I didn’t kill him.’
So JSE fandom...
how we feeling?
YES OHMYGOD YES
EyOOO!!! congrats @turquoisemagpie!!!
Holy shit??? MAGPIE CONGRATS OMG
SOPH FUCKING WHAT
It’s been a heck of a secret to keep. :)
IM LOSING MY MIND, THATS SO COOL
I’M SORRY WHAT?! ONE OF MY FAVORITE FAN CREATORS IS WORKING WITH SEAN TO MAKE CHARACTER CONTENT?! HOLY SHIT?!
is it like official that Engineer!Mark is Actor!Mark? bc like....i wanna believe that Engineer!Mark is just his own character. il ove his story so much even on the surface level bc it’s so fuckin tragic. this absolutely dedicated and loyal man, totally destroyed by his own invention, rescued by the person he always had faith in right when his faith waivered most. it’s a great story. like, it being Actor!Mark adds another level of tragedy i guess but i like them as separate characters.
An Eternity In Hell (In Space With Markiplier Drabble)
The darkness had stopped eating at him ages ago. He didn’t have a time. There wasn’t really time anymore. Days didn’t start and they didn’t end. There was no morning, no coffee, no evening, no sleep.
He was getting close to being finished. He knew they would be here soon, and that the moment would finally arrive. All the times - the only time, again and again - that he’d seen them arrive. Called out to them only to see their shocked expression melt into nothingness and blue light. Every time - the only time - they were gone in an instant.
He’d been desperate to leave at first. Clawing at the door and banging away at the controls, pulling at panels and, every single time they arrived, he’d jolt toward them, desperate to pull them close and have some kind of comfort again. But still, every time, they slipped out of his reach, and he’d be alone again.
After a while, he ended up curled up in one of the corners. He was utterly alone, and he couldn’t make himself see why he should bother getting up. Moving. He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t feel like he was aging. He didn’t feel anything at all but the endless exhaustion and terror, the cold floors.
He ran through every endless life then. Every death - jettisoned, suffocated, shot, frozen, burned alive, detonated, stretched beyond physical limitations, eaten, smashed - all of them played out over and over and over again. Sometimes he could feel his bones, old and brittle, and the slowing of his movements. He could see a cafe at the end of everything, getting darker and emptier as the stars around it winked into blackness.
Every single time, they were there. They led the charge. They send him into danger. They met him at the table.
They decided. Time after time after time after time, for all time, they decided.
And it all ended in misery.
No more.
He moved, finally. He stood, and pulled panels from the walls. Pulled circuits. Found the emergency tool stash and started building. Rewired the controls to feed into the central hub. Crafted the designs from memory, painstakingly, with aching hands that never got any rest.
Still they showed up. Again and again, and every time, he had to stop and look. Had to call out. He couldn’t help himself. He built three soaring spires and connected them, used them as a focus and a kind of closed circuit to create a layer of shielding and containment.
Finally it was done. It had power. It ran and its diagnostics, programmed from scratch, came through at 100% capacity. It was ready.
And there they were, right on schedule. He felt nothing and everything at once as he calmly pulled the extinguisher from the wall and took aim.
“Hi, Captain.”
this scene feels powerful to me for some reason??
idk just the thought of mark not giving up on building the warp core and spending the endless time doing it
just hits me right in the feels
okay but every face in this image shows a different emotion. some versions of mark are just shocked to see you - they might even be excited. the mark in the bottom left looks scared of you. the mark on the right side of the core looks upset.
and the mark at the control panel looks cold, and done with you.
Literally just hit my first ending for ISWM and I straight up cried.
this is literally my theory and even i kinda doubt it but like
i see similarities
this.
this makes perfect sense.
How many full rows do you have?
I’m actively shocked that I don’t have a bingo.
I got nothing else to say but if ISWM doesn’t get merch I’m gonna cry.
In Space With Markiplier
Mark out here doing what he does best and giving his fanbase a damn heart attack.
i feel obligated to point out that destiel has only reached 100k fics on ao3 if you're logged into an account....
PLUS the 'favourite tag' option is only there if you're logged in
are you all seeing this???? heller king misha has an ao3 account y'all i bet he wrote the 100 000th fic
I thought I’d make the information from my survey available in a more fun format. Enjoy!
Hi Mr. Gaiman,
Recently I’ve been trying to change how I interact with the world and take a more active role instead of just watching and waiting for things happen. I’ve realized that if I never ask the answer will always be no, and I feel like knowing that I tried is better than wondering “what if” for the rest of my life. So here goes: Not long ago I wrote my first ever piece of fan-fiction. It’s short, only around 3k words, and it’s about Crowley and Aziraphale feeding the ducks. Would you be willing to read it and give me your opinion? I understand that you probably get requests like this all the time, but like I said, at least I know I tried. I hope you are doing well.
Well done! I'm the wrong audience for your fan fiction, though. You should put it in front of people who read fan fiction and enjoy hearing what they say about it.
hello @space-pot8o! amateur fan historian here, and i just wanted to say that while authors of the original work aren’t necessarily keen to read fanfiction for legal reasons, there’s a big community of us writers who are more than happy to read your work!
that includes me, i love Crowley/Aziraphale!
Thoughts about the WAIA
Honestly I would love to do more theorizing surrounding the WAIA but there’s not a lot of theorizing to do.
It’s pretty out in the open. I don’t think the FNAF connection is super lore-steeped; I think it’s just Mark poking fun at his King of FNAF status. What I do think is lore-steeped is the WAIA’s responses, which are super on-the-nose but not in an overbearing way. This is direct storytelling done right, and I think that Mark is extremely talented to be able to pull it off.
HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THE REST OF THIS POST.