Markiplier Fan Art Novels & Stories

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.

She muttered and Mark chuckled. "Quite a number of things, actually." He replied. "I'm not Mr. Perfect, you know?" Lily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Like what?" "Well, I'm terrible at painting. My artistic skills are limited to stick figures." He replied. "I took lessons when I was younger, but nothing I tried ever worked." Lily let out a small laugh at his confession. "Oh now, I want to see you paint." Mark chuckled. "Maybe someday, I'll show you my masterpiece." He laughed. "I just hope you won't be too disappointed."

— T*****d t*****d Tap read Tap Read T*****D T*****d A****n A****n kindle Although werewolves are still unknown in modern society, we are one of the most powerful species, we rarely get sick, and excellent resilience makes our physical stronger. Once the wolf in our hearts awakened, we can transform into giant wolves that can easily tear apart any human being. Not to mention the Alphas in the wolf pack, they are even stronger than all wolves. As the leader, Alpha will never leave the pack easily unless they died. I swear that no matter what happens, my father will protect the pack until the last moment.

“So, you’re an Ozarks fan?” “Uh, duh, of course I am. You’re famous. Asher Slater is one of the youngest and most successful AFA players ever. I’d be an idiot not to be a fan.” “Well, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She grasps my hand in return. “Camila Monroe, rising star,” she breathes, her handshake tight. “And I’m Mark, lover boy’s best friend.” I groan at his words but keep a smile plastered.

“Please.” Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. “After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There’s a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink.” “I’m the webmaster,” Trey murmured. “So make sure it’s a naked picture.” Mark laughed nervously. Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy’s belly with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark’s jeans. “I’ll sign it later.”

Mark was slightly taller than I and was a hundred and ninety pounds of rock solid muscle, his shoulders were wide and his waist narrow, he was not muscle bound, but there was not a damn thing on him that was not exactly where it should be including a set of abs that would make a twenty year old jealous. Mark, like me in a sleeveless shirt caught a bit of attention. Both of his arms shoulder to elbow were covered in enormous tattoo's, on the right was Pan the Celtic devil; horns, hooves and red eyes glaring, on the left was an incredibly detailed image of the Pale rider of revelations fame. With his build, the tats and his five o clock shadow Mark was flaunting the "Bad Boy" look and carried

I commented with a frown. “Well you see, my sugar cube and I have talked, and well...” “Wait, wait.” I laughed out loud “You call that woman you sugar cube? Rather it will be your African red ant... or Chucky’s bride or something like that.” “That’s rude, Mark. This is about my girlfriend and I love her the way she is.” “You're right.” I said, noticing his seriousness “I'm sorry...” I jumped on the chair when I noticed a hand on my right thigh and close to my dick.