#murdoch markiplier

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Murdoch tooo huuuh? He's a FINE MAN~

I'd let him stab me tbh~

i was SO not ready for him oh my goodness 😖💖 i know it's just Mark but ugh there's something about the cadence of his voice as Murderplier...!!!

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*approaches you reluctantly and holds out a basket with a hello kitty bow on the handle*

Necromancer, God of Night and/or Murdock headcanons pretty please👀👀👀👀

-🌙🥐 anon(if the emoji combo isnt taken)

Oooooh my favorite fucked up boys, and no it isn’t taken! I don’t have many emoji anons. Off the top of my head I have like, three or four emoji anons.

Necromancer:

He's a necromancer, so I choose to believe he's also a lich so he doesn't actually die after the events of The Mystic Crystal

His phylactery is actually the crystal around his neck, which is a really durable type of pink sapphire that he has enchanted with a few things

There is very little that brings him joy more than causing problems

To a degree it is a form of revenge for being cast out of the kingdom as a young mage

As soon as you start showing him soft love, he stops trying to terrorize other people so much

God of Night:

Absolutely full of himself, but you can't really blame him? He is responsible for like, half the day

He has scars and tattoos beyond the spiral on his eye, and they glow when he has certain emotions like Hades' hair flaring in Hercules

His tattoos and scars turn blue during certain lunar events, like full moons, blue moons, blood moons, etc.

During eclipses, his markings glow gold as his powers get too strong for his blood to contain

Often prayed to for rain as the moon controls the oceans

Murdoch:

Fucked up and evil man

Borders on obsessive when it comes to his job, definitely a perfectionist

Hates to leave a place messy unintentionally

Has a greenhouse out back as an excuse for buying hydrogen peroxide in bulk

The greenhouse is also where he buries some of the bodies of the ones he needs to get information out of

The hydrogen peroxide is to clean the blood out of his clothes

Very Dexter vibes except he's far less picky with his targets

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Fatigue

Shhhhh... this isn't an old prompt. Shhhhh...

Murderiplier (Murdoch) x GN!Reader, TW: mentions of death Words: 490

Soreness settled into his muscles, back straining against the weight of the death upon his back. He tells himself that it’s worth it to keep you safe, that there’s some light at the end of this bloody tunnel. But it’s days like today that just make him want to hide away in the depths of his den and not emerge for a few weeks, allowing his body to catch up with the fact that he’s just a human. 

He steps into the house and hangs his keys on a hook on the wall and when he sees you pop your head around the corner, he steps up to you and drops to a knee. Kissing your palm as you grab his cheek, noticing how tired he is.

“Long trip?”

“Too long. Too long away from you.”

Every part of him just wants to collapse in this hallway, too fatigued to even make it to the carpeted floor. You’re not built like he is, but you manage to tug him to his feet and at least get him to his recliner. The comfort allows him to melt into the cushions, head hitting the head rest as his fingers tiredly fumble with the controls to tip it back. Your hand brushes against his forehead, pushing his hair back before taking his glasses off with care.

“I’m glad you’re home, Mur.”

“Can’t keep me away for long…”

A sleepy smirk crawls onto his lips, but he struggles even to keep his eyes open to look at you as you play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Mur. Go ahead and sleep, you look exhausted.”

He grumbles, reaching for your hand as you walk to the kitchen, halfheartedly squeezing it as he flips around to look at you with squinted eyes.

“You’re not trying to escape from me, are you?”

“No, just give me a second, I have to set the crockpot to cook so we have something for dinner. Caught me in the middle of food prep.”

Murdoch growls as he flops back onto his chair proper, appeased with your answer. It’s rare when you get to see him like this, but you know the only thing he wants right now is to hold you. A few button presses and a snatching of a blanket from the bedroom later, you sit yourself on the arm of the chair before swinging your legs over next to his. As soon as he senses you, arms snatch you to hold you close, growling as he noses your hair. You throw the blanket over the two of you before you settle against him, knowing it won’t be long before he’s snoring beneath you. Your lips press gently against his cheek, scruffy facial hair brushing against your face from several days of not shaving. As your head hits his shoulder, you can already see his breathing slow, grip loosening slightly as he settles into sleep.

“I missed you too.”

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It has been SO LONG since I last drew him. And man, I love how he turned out.

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Eldritch murder man.

The Hunter:

The Hunter takes the form of a serial killer, with moving void-like tattoos on his upper body, heavy scarring, inhuman muscular build, and a large mouth spanning his abdomen. He picks his targets through a method of seeing wrong-doings, offended by anyone "more diabolical" than he is. Once a target is chosen, he will always stay just out of sight, but the target will stay in his. His methods of killing range from supernatural to mechanical, with a preference for using his hands, a knife, and a sniper rifle. He can project his thoughts into the target's mind, move at inhuman speeds to catch up, and appear in new places if barred from reaching his target. It is believed by making the target feel watched constantly, that he exhausts them to the point of exploiting their weakness. He kills them finally by ripping out their heart, feeding it to the mouth on his abdomen, and draining their life force. He enjoys watching the light drain from their eyes, before abandoning the rest of their body.

Do not try to confront or fight back against The Hunter, as he will use his inhuman abilities to further debilitate his victims and prolong their suffering. He is sadistic and finds enjoyment in what he does, particularly in inflicting pain upon his victims. He cannot be reasoned with, although it is theorized that he can be bribed into briefly leaving his target alone if a bigger target is presented. The Hunter is a long-term ambush predator, and has no problem waiting as long as he wants before ending his target's life.

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Murdoch/Murderiplier fall aesthetic wallpaper. Pinterest will be the end of me.

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Honey

He's a bastard in this one, if you were hoping for him being sweet this time around.

Murdoch x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 351

Murdoch sets a jar of orange blossom honey in front of you, smiling as you turn the jar in your hands. The lid is a gingham of white and a soft tangerine color, with a delicate ribbon tied around the neck and a clearly hand placed sticker on the front of the glass. It’s from a charming little family farm that you know is somewhere local around you. He seems rather proud of himself that he found something intriguing that you may like for a treat. 

“You know, you and I, reminds me of certain animals working together. The honeyguide and the honey badger work together, both with the goal of gathering the honey. But it’s the honeyguide that scouts out the land and finds the hive, while the honey badger keeps away predators, and gathers the honey for the two of them.”

You cock your head to the side, looking at Murdoch with curiosity as to what he could be referring to. A golden ring rests on his finger, matching the golden medallion around his neck, and the gold jewelry he insists you wear. It begins to click as you set down the honey, heat flushing your cheeks as he picks it up and opens the lid. 

He takes a deep breath of it, enjoying the citrus notes that cut through the strong sweet scent that you know tempts him. You’ve known for a long time that he has quite the sweet tooth. He takes the little honey dipper, watching it fall back into the jar before turning it and letting a little fall onto his finger, tasting it. His gaze turns to you, offering you some silently with a gesture of the honey wand.

“Uh, sure?”

You hold out your hand, expecting to do the same thing to you but he instead swipes the wand across your lips with a smirk. He sets it down, leaning in to kiss you and licking his lips when he pulls away.

“Little bird indeed brought me to the honey. Thank you, love.”

You might have to kill him for this one, boys.

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