#murder!mark

[eekahchu]

I’m starting to think I have a type...

and I’m a little worried about what that means. 

[the-bois-jim-and-jim]

👀👀 will you draw murder mark?

I recently found out that the fandom is calling him "Murdock" and I love that. So. Much.

[mimento-more]

everytime is a new experience🔪 🩸

i bought this glasses today and i could not not cosplay murderiplier/murder!mark/murdock

@markiplier thanks for inspiring this cosplay with that new ego

[mivyarts]

Murdock with a mullet

[fangirloverlode]

It Never Gets Any Easier…

Murderplier/Murder!Mark x Reader. There’s nothing explicitly romantic, I just wrote it with a relationship in mind.

I’m new to tumblr, so I’m sorry if this is formatted weirdly or anything. I’m not really active here, but I wanted to try it out. I’m so sorry this was my first impression. Murder’s name is Crow in this, and I got that idea from this post.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knives, implications of torture, no actual blood or gore but there’s some slight mentions of it. You’re serial killers, it’s messed up, but there’s no actual murder or extreme violence.

Summery: You and Murderplier pick up a victim for a special occasion.

The man in your passenger seat was still sniffling and crying from his previous encounter with the big bad Murderplier. He'd come to your car for help, banging on the window and screaming bloody murder, and you'd had to let him in.

It was a good thing he wasn't local, or he would've known two things: 1) there were several reports of the killer working with an accomplice, and 2) this was not the way to a police station.

Crow, who was hidden in the shadows of the back seat, was waiting for the right moment to spring.

He didn't have to wait all that long, in the grand scheme of things. It was late, nearly two in the morning, so there was no traffic on the small town roads, and your stop was only thirty minutes away. It felt like an eternity even to you, though.

So, when you pulled up to the old, abandoned cabin, and your passenger finally started to question you, Crow wasted no time reaching around the head rest and pressing a knife to the man’s throat.

"What—"

"Shh," Crow shushed him with a sickly sweet voice, free hand cupping your victim's jaw and tilting his head up. "It'll be over soon, Brian."

"H— how do you know my name?" His voice shook as he asked, eyes full of that delicious fear. You leaned over the center console to admire it. You couldn't get enough.

"We know a lot about you. For example: you're a pharmacist, you live in Georgia, and you're here on vacation with your wife. Fine lady, might I add. Me and my partner might pay her a visit after this."

"Please don't hurt her," Brian pleaded, tears now freely streaming down his face.

"How about we make a deal?" Crow was almost whispering now, mouth close to Brian's ear. It was strangely intimate. "You walk calmly and quietly to that cabin over there, and let us tie you up without a fuss, and we'll leave your beloved be."

"H... how do I know you're gonna honor that?"

"You don't, really," Crow tilted his head, making a face like he was considering new information, "But our word is all you've got."

"We're not unreasonable people, Brian," you added, pressing a finger to his temple and dragging it down to his jaw, relishing the way his neck tensed.

"We just have needs," Crow agreed.

"I..." Brian gulped, squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a harsh breath.

"Going once..." you started, looking to Crow for a moment.

"Going twice..." he continued, digging the knife a little deeper into the tender flesh of Brian's throat.

"Okay!" The man burst out, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. "Deal. Okay."

"Sold, to the man in white," you smirked, leaning back towards your own seat and climbing out of the car. You couldn't wait to see how fast it would turn red.

You walked around to haul him out, and Crow followed suit. The both of you took one of Brian's arms, just in case, and man-handled him towards the cabin.

His credit, he didn't do anything besides look towards the heavens and cry as Crow duct-taped him to a chair.

You, meanwhile, made sure the toolkit was in order one last time. You set the drill— with no less than four spare batteries— to the side; that bad boy was your favorite. The room was already covered in plastic sheets, and no-one was around to hear the screaming, so you were really looking foreword to taking your time.

"Are you ready?" Crow asked, and you turned around with a bone saw in your hands.

"As ever," you replied with a grin. You offered him the saw, "Have the first slice, birthday boy."

[cozyenigma]

Blind Date

Word Count- 954

Request?- Yes!

Summary- This date was turning out to be one of the weirdest ones you'd been on. You had thought it'd at least make a good story for later but...

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- offscreen death, unnamed character death

You were beginning to think you'd been catfished.

Not only did the man across from you Not look like the photos you saw online, he didn't act the same either. This guy carried himself way more confidently than you got on first impression. Then again, it was just texting over a dating app so you could have had it wrong.

"So, what do you do?" You asked just as your food arrived.

The smile was needle sharp and despite the bustling, lively restaurant, it put you on edge.

"Oh I'm an artist. Nothing noteworthy enough to make it mainstream but I've got my own loyal following, you could say."

"Yeah?" You tried to push past the anxiety anyways. "What kind of art?"

"Sculpture. And anatomy."

He took a long, careful sip of his wine. You thought he definitely looked the part of an artist. Black and dark red suit, perfect hair and dark sunglasses. Well, maybe an eccentric one. Deft fingers plucked a steak knife from the table as he studied his plate.

"What I'm more interested in is you," he points the knife your way before spinning it around in his fingers and cutting into his steak, "tell me everything."

"Oh, well," you were put off by the sudden change in topic, "I'm not all that interesting, really…"

His steak was very rare.

"Nonsense. Everyone has a story." He took a bite, taking a few thoughtful moments to chew. Despite the dark glasses hiding his eyes, you could somehow tell they were picking you apart.

"Everything alright?" He asks, smiling slightly.

You tensed, realizing that you hadn't said anything

"Sorry, just, saying to get prepared for a real mediocre tale," you tried to lighten the mood.

As you talked about yourself, the man across from you watched with rapt attention. He didn't even look away from you to cut his steak. You saw your own anxious eyes reflected back at you in his glasses. He didn't respond much. Just cut his steak into bite sized pieces and chewed.

You talked about your job. His knife scraped against the plate. He chewed thoughtfully.

You talked about your hobbies and interests. Scrape went the knife. He chewed longer this time.

You talked about where you grew up and your family. Scrape. Bite. Chew.

Finally the awkwardness started to get to you. The noise of the other diners wasn't enough to make up for the void that was sitting across from you. As you opened your mouth to ask him a question, anything to get more of a conversation, he spoke.

"Is it not good?"

"Huh?"

He lazily points his knife towards your plate with a smile. You'd hardly touched your food.

"No, no, it's- it's as good as always," you tried to keep under wraps how off putting this date was turning out to be. "How about yours?"

He hums and dabs at his mouth with the napkin. "Spectacular. I'll have to remember this place for next time, right?"

"R-right," you didn't know how to politely tell him there wouldn't be a next time.

With a smile, he leans onto the table a bit more. "I do have one question though… what exactly are you looking for tonight?"

Did he mean…? You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. "Well I mean- I don't know yet it's- not anything casual but- bit early to tell right?"

The man tilted his head slightly, bemused. "Right… I suppose so."

Just as he went to continue, you heard a phone ringing. From the annoyed look on his face you could tell it wasn't a welcome call. Your date silenced it immediately, setting it back on the table and getting back to the conversation.

"Anyway-"

Only for it to ring again.

Anger plain on his face, he checked the phone again and sighed. It was odd. You watched him almost drop the annoyance and anger like a mask.

"I'm terribly sorry but something seems to have come up. I'll call you next time, okay?"

You nod, having no intention of answering, "Right. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, only a small issue, don't worry," he sets a rather impressive stack of bills on the table considering the price of the meal. "Have a lovely night, darling."

With that the oddest date you've ever been on walked out of the restaurant without another word.

And that was the end of it.

You didn't think much of the date beyond a weird story to tell friends. Another odd adventure with online dating and all. He never did call or message you. You certainly weren't going to message him. In time you'd almost forgotten about that fateful night.

Almost.

Because you'd happened to see a news story. One of a body found in the back of an alleyway not far from the restaurant. The picture on the screen was the exact same one your date had had on his profile.

It didn't take long for the police to turn up and question you. On the surface it was just because you'd had the last known contact with him. Then it was all about that date.

His phone, wallet and keys were never found.

The thought that made your stomach turn was the apparent time of death. The detective had told you that your date had been dead for an hour before your meeting time. You still had messages from him after that.

Or at least from who you thought was him.

The thing that got to you the most, though this was just rumors, was how the body was found. Despite the blood and the decomposition, the corpse was posed very deliberately.

Almost like he was meant to be a statue in a museum.

[princess-pipe-dream]

Smash or Pass: Murdock (Murderiplier)

Ohohoho 100% smash the murderer man.

Preferably him smash me but ya know-

[eekahchu]

All y’all sayin “Your type is just Mark Fischbach with a knife” don’t understand the Markiplier character experience, ok?

If Mark puts on a funny hat and talks with an accent that is a completely different human man.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.