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[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2616

(Dialogue from The Amazing World of Gumball.)

[friendzoned61]

I was watching bobs pov for the chained together series and omfg mark making them fall an entire 500m while they stepped out just about killed me

[curioscurio]

Markiplier Werewolf Adventure Part 3

You manage to shove your shirt over your head just in time to hide your identity from the crowd of rabid accordion enthusiasts. No one can know that your transform into Markiplier once a month; ESPECIALLY not all these souls who only came to see the unexpected savant they call The Accordion Wizard. You realize that the shirt mask actually helped muffle the wall of screaming adorations a little, and decide that this was obviously the best choice. Finally, you can shred on your expandable keyboard thing like you’ve never shredded before. Accord like no one else before.

Around halfway through the concert, you pass out due to lack of oxygen from the cotton shirt obstructing your air-thirsty mouth hole.

You groggily wake up to the sight of a relieved looking stage medic, and known accordion enthusiast and tri-co-host of hit Spotify podcast Distractible, Wade Lordminion777. The world is still spinning, but you know that you’re fucked. Wade is one of Markipliers closest friends.

One of Marks most trusted advisors has now seen your dark secret, and will surely hand you over to the authorities for identity fraud. You have definitely committed identity fraud a good amount of times over the past few months.

“Mark!” Wade cries out in relief. “You’re okay!”

You nod, still too stunned to speak, and wonder how on earth this man got backstage.

“What are you doing here?” You gasp out. The medic is asking for your autograph, but you shove him away and tell him you saw some clarinet players doing ecstasy and chewing eucalyptus leaves over by the lemonade tent.

“What do you mean, Mark? You’re the one who gave me the tickets to this concert… Are you sure you’re not having a stroke? Eleven straight hours of nonstop accordion playing may be unhealthy for your delicate body.” Wade asks.

Everything comes rushing back to you. You didn’t just play for half an hour and then pass out. You played for three hours, took some ecstasy, chewed on some eucalyptus leaves, had some kind of reaction, smoked from 3 different bongs that all felt like something other than weed, and proceeded to play accordion for another 8 hours.

In the back of your stupid head, you feel an inappropriate sense of pride over the fact that you managed to keep your face covered the entire time. What a great fucking night you had.

But Wade is still here. He must have been a true fan of the anonymous Accordion Wizard to have stayed this long by your side.

“Why didn’t you tell me that YOU were The Wizard? We could have turned this into a sponsored event.” Wade asks with a pout.

“Funny story…” You begin to think of something really clever to get you out of the situation, but the voice that just left your mouth wasn’t the sultry, low-frequency baritone of one Mark Fishbach. That was your original voice.

The pain hits again, this time beginning from your abused thrussy as it begins to rearrange every atom in your body. You try to scramble away, pathetically cover your gurgling skin with your tattered shirt, but it’s useless. You have to run. You can’t let this man see who you really are. You scramble up and lurch towards the exit.

Unfortunately, you trip over your own accordion, and fall into a pile of mic stands.

One by one, the mic stands begin to fall like dominoes on top of your bruised and abused body. You’re trying to block some of them, but the pain is so intense that you have no choice but to lay on the ground and let this happen. It looks really pathetic, and sad accordion noises putter out with every thwack.

As the transformation ends, you come back to yourself. Wade is staring at you. He just saw your body transform from Markiplier into a random stranger. What do you say?

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Remembering that Mark has said he has/had frequent nightmares on Distractible and thinking about Dave.

Something about parallels idk where I’m going with this

[squeeshh]

Was listening to distractible and I resonate with Wade so much. 💀🫶✨

[misteria247]

I'd been watching Distractible for most of the day and all I can think about is Ford, Stan and Fidds being in these insane situations because Mark, Bob and Wade are so chaotic and share a single brain cell that it just screams Mystery Trio shenanigans.

In fact fuck it new au for me and my needs. I'm calling it-

Mystery Podcast Trio.

Once I come up with more stuff I'll harass y'all some more.

[dizzybevvie]

ik as a collective we like to make fun of I dont believe in ghosts/when i turned around, but like. we should talk about how "I went searching for the truth, and... like a fool, i found it." is an actually raw line

[weirdmixofweirdness]

Mark talking about giving himself different credits in Iron Lung reminds me of Wilford Motherloving Warfstache, when he credited himself as “this asshole.” 🤣

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2624

Mark. Mark, no. (Dialogue from pankenlewd on tumblr.)

https://www.tumblr.com/pankenlewd/728657259557715969/need-to-find-a-new-name-for-myself-that-reflects?source=share

[sybersepticeye]

his hairs super curly today

[smallfrye-23]

I got a lot of motivation to design a collection of jackets after binging both the Distractible & GMFST podcasts.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

I love listening to Distractible, especially when they’re talking about when they were in school cuz it’s always:

Bob: we did stupid shit in college, you know what I’m talking about Mark. Also I nearly died multiple times.

Mark: I did the stupid shit but I also remember only the magnets despite walking through a Dino museum

Wade: I don’t remember much but Tyler was fucking terrifying. Also Mark, weren’t you in [insert here] class??

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt ‘joker’ from @drarrymicrofic

Ok so, this might have been very loosely inspired by that one Distractible episode where Mark plays the higher or lower game and his very fair joker rule. I’ll love you forever if you know what I’m talking about. It’s truly one of the best podcasts out there.

Word count: 140

Drarry microfic: higher or lower

“Higher or lower?”

Draco took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes. The card in front of him was an eight. It could be either lower or higher. He sighed. “Lower.”

Slowly, very slowly, Harry turned the next card around, revealing…

“A joker?” Draco asked, confused. “What the hell does that mean?”

Harry’s lips curled into a smug smile. He leaned closer, placing two fingers under Draco’s chin. “It means,” he said, his voice low, “that I get to do what I’ve been wanting to do for a while.”

Draco’s gaze was focussed on Harry’s slightly parted lips. From this close they looked fuller than he would have thought. “Is that so?”

“Hmm.” Harry hummed, leaning all the way in and placing his lips against Draco’s.

Without Harry even realising, Draco lifted his wand and transfigured all the cards into jokers.

Prompt from March 7th

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[parforjpar]

friendly reminder that wade is somewhat close to 2 million subs rn, and if you’re a mark fan you should also sub to wade :) he’s really really funny and his content is great and he posts consistently, and his other friends besides mark & bob are also very funny

and he just deserves 2 mil i think

[mockiery]

and if you reblog, ofc please tag where and why you feel that <3

[strawberryamanita]

I have no fucking clue what led to this, but it is an entire mood. It's real Bunnyplier hours