#werewolf markiplier

[paperbaghero]

It’s been a full blown fucking year JSGSHSCDSNSFMAGSBSSJFX— *vomits blood*

I’m so sorry, a lot has happened, from work, to burn out, to not really being part of the YouTube fandom anymore— huh, who said that?!

But I didn’t want to go another year not posting and I really, REALLY want to get to chapter 4 so badly!!! 😭😭

This must be heaven, HERE’S PAGE 11, BAPY!!

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[curioscurio]

ONE DAY you wake up and your face looks a little different. Its not really the same shade of flesh that you've known your whole life. It's a bit off color, and seems like it's getting a little longer. Not too much, but long enough for you to really think about getting your mirror replaced.

The next day, when the moon is full, you collapse on the ground. Writhing in pain and clutching your unfamiliar body, agonizing pain floods your senses.

You notice your hair color is dark black, approximately shoulder length, and straight. The fat in your face has shifted. No matter what gender you were before, you realize you're now a half-Korean 35 year old man. Black headphones grow from the sides of your skull to wrap around your ears. Your bones snap as they reshape again, and all the genes in your body change their very structure into something newly alive.

Slowly, as the pain and fatigue subsides, you notice that you've transformed into a perfect identical biological copy of famous gamer youtuber, Markiplier.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Maybe a little werewolf Dark? Maybe helping him through what he can’t tell is either a chronic pain flare or a full moon coming soon? Either way, his body doesn’t like him and he is ouch. Scritches for the wolf man to make him feel better.

Pains

(I LOOOVE WRITING FOR THESE TYPES OF CREATURES! Tysm to @mothgodofchaos for helping me out with some details)

Dark entered your shared room, looking moody and incredibly exhausted. His hair was unkempt and all over the place, Despite how incredibly hot it looked on him, something was up. Dark would never let his hair get that messed up. Dark approached your shared bed and just face planted down onto a pillow. "Hi honey, you doing good?" You asked, putting your phone away and looking down at your boyfriend. "..No. I appreciate you asking though." You ran your fingers through his hair. "You wanna talk about what's bothering you, or are you going to just lay there like the edgelord you are?" A small sound akin to purring reverberated from him in response.

Dark then turned his gaze to you, he looked incredibly tired and his eyeliner was smudged. "It's merely a bit of pain, nothing big." He then moved himself closer to you, putting his head on your lap. "Is it werewolf related or just the normal flare up?" You asked, continuing to play with his hair. "I'm unsure." He replied before re-adjusting himself to have you leaning against him instead of the other way around. "Do you need anything? Where does it hurt?"

"My bad leg and my neck, but it's fine dearest. Your presence is enough to make me feel better." He said, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. "If you need anything at all, I want you to tell me. I don't want to find you on the floor in pain again." You told him, combing your fingers through his disheveled hair. "I'm fine my love, as long as you're with me I have nothing to worry about." You just sighed and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you so much, Damien."

"I love you so much more, my little monster."

[unorthodoxposts]

draft: blood in the water

"I know what it means, Dark."

Anti could feel dark, dark eyes on him then, just the barest hints of red peering past the edge of his pupils. He was hungry. Dark was hungry. He needed to feed.

But, still, all Dark seemed able to do was look, stare at him. His skin was pallid, almost as pale as the natural tone of Anti's at this point; gray, even. Obviously, it wasn't right. It just made it less right that Dark's skin was tan, was supposed to be tan.

"Anti," came Dark's voice, low, a different kind of rough. "Are you certain you want to do this?"

Anti took a deep breath in through his nose, breathed out, and he looked at him. Dark was still stood at the opposite end of the room. If Anti didn't know better, or was anyone else, Dark seemed his ever-present calm; composed. But Anti did know better, and he wasn't anyone else. He could see the tension in his shoulders, the rigidity of his spine, like he was forcing himself straighter than he actually felt like holding himself. Honestly, he looked terrible, so, "Yes, I'm fuckin' sure. You need to feed."

Standing, Dark leant against the heater behind him, his feet crossed at the front as he raised his head to look at Anti. "How about this," he began, his head slightly tilted. "I agree to feed from you, and in exchange, you shift for me. Tonight."

Anti held back a growl at that, and he set his jaw. "Fine."

But Dark didn't move.

"Promise me."

Anti shut his eyes, took in another deep breath through his nose, opened them. "I promise."

He blinked, and Dark was directly in front of him, teeth glinting in the low light of the room. Anti held his wrist towards him then, his own impressive set of canine grit as Dark took the offered limb in hand. He made eye contact, opened his mouth. And Anti took that moment to appreciate the intensity of those teeth then, the precise point of them, their crisp edge; about to break skin. His skin.

He steeled himself, and Dark bit.

His teeth sank deep, deep into the pale flesh of his wrist, these small pools of blood beading at the surface as he fed from him. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, and Anti resisted a wince when its poignant smell reached his nose, the stuff feeling like it was clogging his throat at the taste of it on his tongue. But Anti forced himself to remain still, steady as Dark took his fill.

Whilst Dark stayed busy doing his thing, Anti let his head fall to the other man's shoulder, his nose close to the thin skin of his throat as he inhaled. Anti narrowed his eyes, and he watched close as the color returned to Dark's face, flooding his skin with that familiar, tan hue. It was at that point Anti was content to shut his eyes, his form relaxing into Dark. As with everything Dark did, he was careful, and he pulled back slow; controlled, to an annoying extent. Anti huffed against him.

He felt hands cupping either side of his face then, and Anti looked up. Dark leant forwards some, his dark hair messy but falling in a way that was also pretty against his forehead, and something primal and hot stirred in Anti's gut at that. Dark's mouth was meeting his then, and Anti didn't hesitate to return that contact, his eyes squeezing shut as he put his hands to the other man's torso. His fingers gripped greedily at his waist, and his lips parted fast at the insistent press of Dark's tongue at his bottom lip. And he could taste himself. The flavor of something like metal, and coppery; of blood, coating the insides of his mouth.

Anti exhaled harshly through his nose, and he pulled his mouth from Dark's. Dark was already doing the same, a tinge of red still staining his teeth. "Teeth," Anti murmured, his eyes somewhere distant, mind feeling like a thick fog.

"Ah," answered Dark, his hands moving to pull a handkerchief from his breast pocket. "Of course."

It's not that Anti had a problem with blood, really, but something about the taste of it in his mouth bothered him, and it wasn't its flavor. It took him back to the night of his first change, how hard he had fought against it, because he hadn't wanted to change. It reminded him how his teeth had elongated, formed into a set of thick, sharp canines, how those canines had dug into his bottom lip and caused a thin red fluid to glaze his tongue as he pushed back against the breaking and rearranging of bone. How he had clawed at his own throat, had ended up scarring it, to stay human.

[oonessawness]

Legally i need to ask for a A3 with yancy to survive/j [HSHSH if it's okay!! :3]

IM CUTTIN IT CLOSE BUT HERES WEREWOLF YANCY! Happy Halloweeeeen :D

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Werewolf Illinois 🐾

[sybersepticeye]

catboy markiplier

[fenneciplier]

WINNER: fnaf night guard Mark x Reader HCs

[jimsandfruit]

Au where Yancy is a werewolf instead of turning into a large monster wolf thing he turns into this.

[breakofficial]

Break Chapter 1 - Pages 95-104!!

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Looks like the night is getting much more intense as these strange corrupted animals continue to take over Apotos. Surely there's a source to all these lil gremlins, right? Tim has an idea of the thought that perhaps there is a mother or titan around to get to the root of the problem. For now though, its time to kick ass!!!

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And thank YOU all so much for reading!!! Stay tuned for another couple of larger posts with lots of pages!!! Enjoy :D!!!

[bookwormscififan]

Mini Werewolf Mark

From that one Unus Annus episode.

Now I think I have all the Unus Annus cryptids

@happybirthday-unusannus you told me to make this in the tags, I thought you’d like to be notified

[paperbaghero]

RISE AND GRIND, BOYS, WE ARE SO BACK!!! >:y

[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?

[the-ideal-iplier]

I know this might sound stupid but i just gotta ask, is Ben a werewolf or something? don't ask where that came from...

(the game is absolutely fantastic and beautiful, god i love it so much. adore those two goof balls <3 )

Now why would you say that? Hehe

Now what gave you that possible conclusion? Hehehe

It’s not like, there are little hints to a possible lycanthropy that people have to search for and catch in the game- Hehehehehe-

(Also thank you so so much! Me and Lleyah_fw on Twitter worked so hard on the game in the past month 🥰 Can’t wait to see if people post about the secrets in the game!)

Here is Late Night Jives again for people that haven’t played it yet :3

[unorthodoxposts]

BLOOD IN THE WATER

For now, this is a complete one-shot:

AU. “Anti,” came Dark’s voice, low, a different kind of rough. “Are you certain you want to do this?”

[goosedoes-fics]

Werewolf

Bill x witch!Reader

Content Warnings: use of POVs, hanging mention, use of y/n, it's really just mild hurt/comfort

Notes: when I uploaded this to ao3 about a year ago I put one of the tags as "impromptu divorce" and I think that's really funny

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POV: Bill

Bill ran through the thick forest as fast as he possibly could. Stray twigs and branches clawed at his face as he rushed by them, leaving dirty scratches where they whipped past.

Bill could hear the townspeople's outraged cries some ways behind him. His friends, his family, everyone he had ever known, trying to have him dead. He tried to tell himself it wasn't their fault. The paranoia got to them. But the look of hatred on his wife's face... he couldn't forget that.

At the memory of his wife, his mind flashed back to the scene in the Seer's abode. Despite their semifrequent arguments, Bill had expected his wife to defend him when he was accused of being the werewolf. But... she was so quick to turn on him. There was no sympathy in the woman's eyes when she followed the crowd to have him hung.

The memory brought tears to his eyes, blurring his vision. His emotions were a vortex of anger, of fear, of sadness and betrayal. Quickly, the anger overtook all others. Putting his jeweled hand in front of him, he threw off the precious golden ring viciously, watching it fly behind him and land in a pile of mud, slowly getting harder to see as his legs carried him further away.

The ring was hard to see now. In fact, Bill couldn't hear the townsfolk anymore, either. He slowed to a fatigued jog, straining his senses for any sort of evidence that he was still being followed.

Silence.

With the town, the villagers, and the ring now out of sight, it was as if Bill had never lived there in the first place. He couldn't decipher if this fact made him joyful or absolutely miserable.

Bill refused to stop walking for quite some time. Though every inch of his body begged him to cease his fleeing, he couldn't be sure yet if his pursuers were far enough away to be safe.

It was nearly midnight now. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an oddly serene light on the forest floor. Though, Bill noticed, the trees were beginning to thin out considerably.

Looking further ahead, he could clearly see an open field lined with dazzling flowers. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief at his fortune. This would be a good place to settle down. Nobody would be able to sneak up on him.

"You're quite some ways away from the village."

Bill leapt into the air, gaining astounding height from the shock of the sudden voice. Whirling around in panic, he swiftly noticed a human figure wrapped in a silken cloak and decorated by colourful flowers.

It was evidently none of the townspeople, so Bill let himself settle down. He took a few steps back before letting himself speak.

"Who are you?" he asked warily, eyeing them carefully to take in their features.

"You may call me [Y/n] [L/n]." the stranger's critical yet gentle [e/c] eyes were shaded slightly by the brim of their rounded hat. "The Seer told me of your town's plight. I am sympathetic, though as I told her, I am forbidden from tempering in Wolven affairs. I cannot help you."

Bill bowed his head nervously. "I understand. B-but... I have been driven out of the village. I-I am no longer a resident there." as he spoke, he felt his fatigue catch up to him. He willed his eyes to stay open, praying he didn't faint in the midst of a stranger's presence.

They paused for a moment, gazing at Bill carefully. "I'm sorry, but I have no room to house someone of your kind. My work is frowned upon in your world, and I'd hate to force my beliefs upon you." They said the last bit coldly, as if they had heard such a phrase a thousand times.

Bill opened his mouth to speak again, but the thrill of running from the townspeople was beginning to wear off quickly.

Fatigue hit him hard and fast, and as he began to crumble to the ground, all he could muster was a quiet sorry before everything went black.

POV: 2nd person

You gazed at the odd villager curiously as he unconsciously nestled further into his pile of woolen blankets. His sudden fall had surprised you for sure, but you managed to catch him just before he hit the ground. You suprised yourself with being able to catch the hefty man, really. You had to pretty much drag him to your cottage. Oh well, his clothes needed cleaning anyways.

You glanced outside the window. It was about noon by now. The man had been sleeping for at least 12 hours.

As if he had read your thoughts, you saw his figure start to stir in the corner of your eye. Turning to him, you could see just how much good the rest had done him.

He sat up in your wood-framed bed you had lent him, stretching with a loud yawn. The bags under his eyes were no longer visible, you noted as he turned to look at you.

You made eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time before you spoke up. "Despite my previous concerns... I'm willing to let you stay under this roof for as long as you need. So long as you keep your religious opinions to yourself."

The man looked dazed and confused. Perhaps he had forgotten the events of the previous night? "I don't... think I follow."

"I am a witch," you responded simply, gesturing to the herbs growing in pots around your room. "And your... ex-neighbors have been trying to kill me for years."

He blinked, eyebrows knitting together in an expression of concern. "Well, that hardly seems fair," he commented. "Though they don't seem to know the meaning of fair, I'm coming to realize." His words turned bitter and you remembered his passing comment about being driven out.

"What is your name?" you asked gently after a moment's pause, crossing the room to stand by your desk. You took a vial of coloured liquid, tapping a drop of it into a newly-brewed cup of herbal tea.

"It's... Bill."

You walked back to him, holding out the drink. He accepted it gratefully, taking a few sips. "Normally nobody drinks that brew," you commented fondly. "It's always too bitter for them."

Bill tilted his head. "Sure it's bitter," he agreed, "but you seem to know your way around herbs. I trust you."

A warm feeling filled your chest at his words. This odd man was clearly different from the other villagers. Somehow, he made you feel as if you wanted him to stay.

You quickly brushed the thoughts away. Surely, his fellow townsfolk would welcome him back soon. You wouldn't want to keep him for longer than he needed.

"You should go back to sleep," you advised quietly. "The potion needs time to take effect. It will clear any wounds that haven't already mended."

Bill frowned slightly at your words. "I don't know if I can. I'm not used to sleeping alone."

You raised an eyebrow, staring at Bill for a moment. After some thought, you let out a soft sigh, walking over and sitting on the bed. "Does it go against your kosher laws if you use a witch like a teddy bear?" you asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Bill's face turned a light shade of pink. "O-oh. Well, no, but you... you don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's fine." You smiled softly, laying down next to Bill and staring up at the ceiling. You expected that he wouldn't cuddle with you. You had only just met. But maybe just being close by would help him fall back asleep.

A few minutes passed by with no sounds from Bill. Thinking he had fallen asleep, you turned on your side, facing the window and looking out it placidly. Then, you felt a woolen blanket being pulled over you, and strong arms pulling you closer towards the center of the bed. Your face flushed at the unexpected embrace, but you didn't speak for fear of alarming the tired man and having him pull away. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warming your skin. His face felt almost as warm as yours, evidently unsure of whether you would accept his touch.

You let yourself relax into the embrace, allowing Bill to do the same. His breathing steadied as he drifted off again.

You closed your eyes as well, letting drowsiness overtake you. The two of you were safe together, you knew for sure.