Happy Birthday, Marp !

[Qiresea]

all the best <3

[lumplore]

Merry making birthday, Marp, have a wonderful day, year and life (with any blues begone)!

[Heffernan]

[Strakknuva225]

I'd write a fanfic about Marp, but I don't know anything about Marp.

[Argentis]

A duel for his birtdhay. Interesting. HPB.

[Heffernan]

I'd write a fanfic about Marp, but I don't know anything about Marp.

he loves Nutcrackers... thats basicallyall u need to know about Marp to write a good story.

[Kandarim]

I'd write a fanfic about Marp, but I don't know anything about Marp.

fake it.

[MarpTarpton]

Marp fact #37: I send my snap chat friends ***** pics almost every day.

Nsfw

[Forungi]

Happy Birthday Marp

[Strakknuva225]

Marp's Nutcracker Suite

In the world of Salem, there are two sides of the coin. The light and the dank. And just like people who go down in legends, usually live in the dank, but some also live in the light, no judging.
Anyways, this is a story of a sentient Gameboy, that's sometimes a man clad in black and a tophat and sometimes a -----, but whatever Marp is, he/she/it/they/zie/ziu/za are still human. And humans have cravings. Cravings from McDonald's food, to Mercedes Carrera. During his journey to a grand collection of ***** rivalling even the ones of pornstar's, he had learned of a fetish that he knew he had. It went by the name of 金蹴りプレイ, or Tamakeri. The Japanese fetish of getting kicked in the nuts. But just like everyone in these fanfictions, Marp is also a loner whom would have to go on an epic quest to find a partner to satisfy his cravings.

The quest began, Marp knew he would have to head north. Far north, even north than... uh... insert a meme here, to the lands of the North Pole. Legends speak of a toy factory where the infamous SinDerklaus resided, making terrible gifts to all the boys and girls, some mutilate, some spook, but they all leave trauma. This epic journey would take place through the great lands of America into Canada, the darkest frontier yet. But since it'd take too long to write the journey and I'd rather get to the nutcracking, Marp, after his trecherous journey finally reached the most northern part of Canada. It was permanent night and herds of rabbid wolves can be seen stampeding in the distance. And there it was, the asylum turned jail turned TMV turned into gift shop. Having entered the factory, there was a clerk. A small midget with green facial hair. "A nutcracker, I need one." Marp quickly approached, his urges going through him. "That'll be twelve bucks." And before the midget could finish, Marp had already thrown the money on the counter. Money went into the box and the midget put a standing horse statue onto the counter. "This isn't a nutcracker!" Marp protested. The midget responded with ; "Oh, it very much is a nutcracker." he'd wi/ank once having finished, pushing a button. The two frontal legs whatever they were would clop together. Marp now understood, satisfied with his purchase, he'd return home after having gone down the same way.

Atlast, he could get his nuts cracked.