histórias de Adoptedbyseptiplier

(characters on the cover) The days of Tim/Timothy (bottom) and Sam/Samantha (top) I hope you like this story. See Ya!

Hi my name is Raven, I am 12 years old I have lived in this orphanage for 10 years. And here is the story of when I was adopted by my heros!

Ella Anne-Marie is a five-year-old girl, 2 feet 6 inches living in Ireland. She doesn't know much, just knows what happened to her parents. Not as much detail course, just that there were fireworks downstairs in her home, I'm not her parents had gone to live with the angels. she had one person though, well two. their names where Jacksepticeye and markiplier. She was too young, and innocent to understand most of the jokes coming from them but enjoyed they're happy attitudes nonetheless. when she gets news, that an Irish man was going to adopt her name Sean, she was excited. she didn't know how this would turn out, but hoped it would be better than living where she was now

The world is half human and half werewolf and everyone lives in peace, or so we think. What happens when Mark Fishbach and Jack Mcloughlin are werewolf middle school teachers and their student is in trouble. This story will include the ships: Septiplier Tythan Pewdiecry Natepat Troyler Phan And any more that you guys want. I am in no way saying that any of the people that I ship in this story are actually dating nor am I outing them. Please don't send this to them. Thanks! Comment people you want to be in this story and don't forget to vote! Buh bye! :)

This is a fanfiction about the daughter of Mark Fischback(Marikplier) and Sean McLoughlin(Jacksepticeye) Although the cover art mostly looks like a guy, it is a girl. The cover art does not belong to me, all rights reserved to the creator.

I run straight out the front door both of them following me. They're hot on my heels. Why is my face so cold? There's water there? No I can't be crying I haven't cried, like actual full tears cried, since.... No, I can't think about that now, all I need to do is run. Run till my legs feel like jello. Run till my lungs feel like they're on fire. Run till I can't run anymore. Run away from the feelings and the memories and the life I'm forced to live. Just run. WARNING: I POST WHEN I HAVE TIME SO LITTERALLY BARELY EVER BUT PLEASE CONTINUE COMMENTING ASKING WHEN ILL POST NEXT BECAUSE THAT GIVES ME MOTIVATION!!!!