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Happy birthday, @therealjacksepticeye! Please enjoy this video/trailer of a JSE-themed story I’m working on! 😁

@therealjacksepticeye I’m currently writing an action-comedy novel about you!

With the reception to the @markiplier fanfic MarkiSPYer being very positive, I’m proud to announce the sequel, starring your Irish boi @therealjacksepticeye, and @pixlpit. Main Jackaboy pic is by @bristlee1

The new Happy Wheels is so realistic! @therealjacksepticeye

@markiplier! I wanna show this badass book cover/edit I made of you and your friends! I’m on a journey to write a story/fanfiction and prove that it isn’t always dirty stuff when it comes to fanfics. Sometimes it can be fun and engrossing. 😁

Look what came in the mail. @therealjacksepticeye

@therealjacksepticeye @wiishu I MADE DIS.

@markiplier I have a unique story idea! I’m writing a book about it. Markiplier gets recruited by the YouTube Agents of the Secret Service (Y.A.S.S.) to hunt down Darkiplier, who is looking for a powerful ruby to complete his death ray in space! And you know what that means... Space has never been cooler than this,

May I present... THE WORLD'S MOST WANTED. @therealjacksepticeye @markiplier

"OUTBREAK" A Jacksepticeye Horror story @therealjacksepticeye and @wiishu Part One - New Neighbors The sun shone on the busy town of Brighton as the clock struck twelve noon, everyone on the streets were busy doing their daily tasks. Cars honked as they drove along the highway, attempting to merge with the daily traffic. Among the vehicles was a moving van, with its driver hastily squeezing between the other cars to reach the place within the specified time of arrival. The truck made a left and into a less busy suburban road, eventually stopping by a house a few blocks away from where it had turned. The front door of the house was wide open as a tall, skinny man with green hair has been waiting for them there. The man looked up from his phone and saw the truck, he glanced at his watch and approached the delivery guy with a wide smile. "Nice, you got here right on time! Too many cars on the road at this time of day, eh?" He commended, his voice high and Irish. The worker brought out his clipboard and read out the man's name, "Mr. Seán McLoughlin?" He asked. "Yes." Seán smiled. "Will you please sign here?" The man gave him the clipboard and the Irishman gladly complied. "Alright, boys! Let's get movin'!" The driver ordered. Two others jumped from the passenger side and began their task. __________ Two hours had passed, and the men had already finished unloading Seán's belongings from the truck and had brought them in the house. "Thank you, kind sirs." Seán said, giving the driver a tip for their job. The driver did not leave his spot yet, "Uh, Mr. McLoughlin? Will you please sign my daughter's shirt?" Seán's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the guy unfold a black t-shirt with an image of an eyeball with green sclera and blue iris printed on it. "You are Jacksepticeye, right? The famous YouTuber?" The Irishman grinned, "Aw, come on, I'm not that famous! I'm just a guy screaming at video games." He chuckled, signing the shirt with the marker he was provided. "You've made my daughter laugh whenever she's feeling down, and for that I am eternally grateful." A single tear slipped out from Seán's eye. "I'm always happy to help, sir." He couldn't help but smile as he handed him back the shirt. "Thank you very much, Mr. McLoughlin." The man bid goodbye. "Don't mention it!" He waved, watching the truck drive away. Seán walked back to his new house, still having a wide grin on his face. On the front porch was a woman waiting for him, she had short brunette hair, bright blue eyes, and a slim frame. She was holding up her phone recording him as he approached her. "The famous Jacksepticeye bidding goodbye to the moving guys." The woman laughed. Seán put his arm around her and kissed her forehead, "This is it, Signe. I can't believe we'd be able to afford our own house." The couple walked into their new home together, genuinely proud of how far they've come, and how strong their relationship had been over the years. He suddenly felt his girlfriend wobble slightly, her skin was cold and she looked pale. "Hey, babe. Are you alright?" He stopped walking, voice echoing in the living room that lacked furniture. "I'm fine, Seán. I think I'm a little bit winded after a whole day of cleaning up the house." "You should take a rest." Seán guided her to the couch. "I should be preparing supper." Signe rushed over to the kitchen, her heels clattering on the tiled floor, "We have guests coming over, remember?" "How about I cook? You don't look fine to me." "I'll be fine, Seán, stop stressing yourself over me." "Are you sure?" "Uh, what's that? I can't hear you over the sound of the radio!" Signe's voice came from the other room along with the sound of her portable radio blasting music. Seán laughed. He then went up the stairs, "Call me if you need anything." __________ The doorbell rang. It could be heard throughout the house. Seán was at his recording studio working on his setup when he heard it. The man ran down the stairs and dashed for the door, adjusting his shirt in the process. He opened it and two people were standing there: a man and a woman, their hands linked together. "Felix! Marzia! Glad you came!" Seán greeted the couple with a hug. "Come in! And welcome to our humble abode." "Marzia!" Signe ran and hugged her, their height difference noticeable when her arms wrapped under Marzia's arms. "Now, it's time for dinner." She guided the couple to the dining room. The four were enjoying the food Signe has prepared. They were sharing their most cherished memories with each other, not noticing how fast time flew by. Upon finishing, Seán stood up, "I'll do the dishes." "And I'll help you." Felix helped gather the plates and went after him into the kitchen. "So, how's your first two days in Brighton treating you?" Felix asked, handing him a bottle of dishwashing soap. "Still managing, but overall good." Seán scoffed, who was carefully placing the fragile plates in the dishwasher, "There's still some stuff to set up like my recording studio, and we need some furniture." "I'll tell you what," The Swede said with a smile as he sat on the counter, "How about we take you two to the pier tomorrow evening? Y'know, for a little rest from making videos and doing all this." Seán's face sparked with joy, "Sounds great, Felix!" His excitement evident in his tone, "It'll be the perfect place!" "Prefect place for what?" "This." His wet hands dug into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet pouch. He unbuttoned the cover and took out a shimmering, diamond encrusted ring. Felix gasped, "You're going to tie the knot?" He whispered, sounding more excited than his friend. "What does it look like?" He chuckled, "When I first met her, I knew that she's the one. I wanted to propose to her a month ago, but I decided to hold back until we have moved out of Athlone, and the Brighton pier seems like the best place to do it." "Congratulations, bro." Felix patted Seán's back, "I'll tell Marzia and we'll make sure you two have the time of your lives." "Thanks, man. For everything, and I mean everything. Without that Pewdiepie shoutout I dunno if I'd be able to buy my own house." Seán said wholeheartedly, pulling his friend for a hug, "Thank you." "No problem. Will I be the best man?" "Hey, don't rush me." The Irishman laughed. "Seán! Felix!" Marzia's yell came from the living room. Her panicked yell alerted the men, especially Seán. The two ran to her aid and saw Signe with her head in a bucket, gagging. "She said she's feeling lightheaded." "Signe." Seán pat her back as she vomited even more, "I told you you should've taken a rest." She was catching her breath, a thick strand of drool dripping from the side of her mouth, she was pale as a piece of paper. "Come, I'll bring you to bed." He scooped her up in his arms and carried her bridal style as he walked up the stairs. Minutes later, Seán went back down, "She's alright now. Just tired from a hard day's work." "Thank God." Marzia's hand went to her chest, "I hope she'll get better." "I told her she should rest." The man brushed strands of green hair from his forehead. "And you, green Pewdiepie, should get some rest as well." Felix said, glancing at his watch, "You have a big day tomorrow, and it's getting pretty late." "I'm so excited for you, Seán!" Marzia cheered, "We'll pick you up tomorrow morning." "Thanks for coming over." Seán led them to the door. "Thanks for having us." Felix replied. It was a cold evening, Seán shivered as he guided his friends out of the house and walked with them until they reached the sidewalk. It was past eight in the evening, people have begun settling in their houses after a hard day's work. The streetlights illuminated the sidewalk along with the lights from every house on the block. "One last thing, Jackaboy," Felix stopped in his tracks, "In case Marzia makes me sleep on the couch again, do you mind if I crash here?" He asked in a serious tone then beamed at his girlfriend, who responded with a grin. Seán guffawed, "Anytime." He waved goodbye to them, watching the two walk to their house that was just one house beside his. _________ He locked the doors and went up the stairs exhausted, his feet making heavy thumps on the floor as he went to their room. Seán silently pushed open the door to not disturb his sleeping girlfriend. The room was dimly lit orange by a single lamp on their bedside table, illuminating the bed and a lone cabinet. To his shock, no one was on his bed. "Signe?" He called out, before noticing light coming from the bathroom. He approached the door and heard sobs, "Signe? Are you alright?" He knocked. The door opened and Signe showed up, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. She looked up at him, her eyes swollen with tears. "What's wrong?" Seán's heart sank upon seeing her. "T-There's something, I-I need to t-tell you." She stammered. "You can tell me anything." He pulled her in for a hug and led her to sit on the edge of the bed. "I've been feeling quite ill a few days now," She recounted, "I'm sorry, Seán." "Sorry for what?" He narrowed his eyes, utterly confused. She didn't say a word. Instead, she rolled up her sleeve that was concealing what she was holding in her hand: a small rectangular plastic apparatus with a small oval window at the center that serves as an indicator. Seán took the object in his hand and looked at the small window. Two pink lines. He gasped, his mind racing and so was his heart. "You're... pregnant?" "I missed my cycle five days ago." She bowed her head, "I'm sorry." A smile immediately formed on his face, "What are you talking about? This is great!" He lifted up her chin to look at her. A huge wave of relief washed over Signe, and those tears of sadness were instantly replaced with joy. She pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. "I'm going to be a dad!" Seán declared, rubbing his girlfriend's belly. His heart overflowing with joy knowing the great news. He was happy that it was Signe who got to carry his child, the woman he has been with for three years. "Hopefully he, or she, won't be as loud has the father." Signe laughed, placing her head on his shoulder as he giggled at the thought. "We'll be up all night when this little loudmouth is born." He said. "I can't wait to-" Suddenly, loud blaring of emergency sirens came from outside, sounding throughout the area. It was followed by distant screams for help, tires screeching and gunshots firing. "What the fuck is that?" Seán approached the window blinds and peeked through the slits. He saw smoke rising from a few blocks, people on the road were running away being chased by other people. A van swerved into view and ran over a couple of the pursuers, splattering blood on the windshield. Not long, the vehicle crashed into a nearby telephone pole knocking it over and blocking the road. Seán glanced back at the victims of the hit and run to see them rise again from their puddles of blood, they were making indistinct gurgling sounds, limping as fast as they could to the crashed van dragging their broken limbs along the way. The group surrounded the van and used their bare fists to punch through the glass. "What's going on?" Signe grabbed his arm and peeking through the window like him. Seán watched in horror as the poor man was pulled out of his van and swarmed by the group, screaming in terror. Seán screamed upon seeing a bloodied human foot fly out of the horde. "Holy fuck!" He shrieked. Signe jumped and looked away, "What is going on?!" She dashed towards the window but her boyfriend pulled her away from the awful carnage. He ran to the door, "Stay here. I'm gonna board up the house." She held her boyfriend's hand preventing him from moving any further, "I'm coming with you."

If @therealjacksepticeye is a spy. Based on James Farr’s FNAF Animated.

@therealjacksepticeye Is this true?!?! If it is, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YA! Just please don't change your YouTube content, we don't want our Irish grassy potato from YouTuber we know and love change. Don't let them boss you around, because YOU'RE THE ULTIMATE BOSS.

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@therealjacksepticeye THIS COULD BE THE NEW HIDE YOUR PAIN HAROLD MEME.

A speed draw of @therealjacksepticeye and @wiishu outrunning something. Sorry for the crappy shading. I'll redo it again one day.