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walmartt · 13 hours
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they like a boy, and i’m not a boy
inspired from this post <3
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captainsaltypear · 10 months
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getting arrested by the universal stability agency.......WITH STYLE.
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spoopkook · 4 months
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That's the thing about friends, isn't it?
The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go
Allow me to demonstrate
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It's January and the mistledrone's STILL flying around? Danny......you've got some explaining to do......
bonus: THE MOST REQUESTS IVE EVER RECEIVED FOR A SINGLE COMIC
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for the past three weeks, THREE WEEKS IVE BEEN GETTING THESE ASKS. I HEAR YOU ALL LOUD AND CLEAR.
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cheezylueezy · 1 year
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an apology
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captain-neutrino · 1 year
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How funny would it be if the captain had family amongst the colonists this entire time
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oswinunknown · 1 year
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happy valentines day captain
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 22 days
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they're cosmic besties and soulmates, your honour. they may be a bit silly but their bond stretches across space and time, your honour!! no matter how, they're connected in every universe — every universe, your honour...!
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warped-au · 3 months
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So I did that Princess Mononoke 'meme'.
Good way to start the new year~
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caffeinatedreese · 6 months
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Don’t imagine the Perfect Captain Ending where the Captain has to go clean out Mark’s locker, only to find the cologne he always wore.
And don’t imagine the Captain taking the bottle for themself because now he’s gone but hey, at least they can still be reminded of him like this.
And don’t imagine the Captain spraying it on every now and then to imagine that they are still near him in some kind of way.
And definitely don’t imagine how devastated they are the day that the cologne runs out.
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buc-eebarnes · 2 years
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confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping prompt pls omgggg
cheezy homie i always see u in my notifs and of COURSE i had to go all out on this !!!! sorry if it's late jfsdkljfsdkj jet lag got me conked out as soon as i landed but here it be! (unbeta'd tho 🥲 also trying out a different format 👀)
conversations with myself (about you)
pairing: head engineer mark x the captain
tags: confessions, sleeping, fluff and angst
rated G || 1469 words || read on ao3!
You huff out a sigh of relief. You'd been trying to chase Mark down all day, but his assistants kept telling you that he was in different parts of the base.
You should've known to check his office.
But there he was, slumped over the table with his head resting on top of folded arms. He must've tired himself out from all the projects he was micromanaging. You squint at the laptop to see what he was trying to work on.
It's a progress report. Multiple, actually. You stifle a sigh and look down at his sleeping figure. "Oh Mark, what are we gonna do with you?"
He doesn't stir at your words, which is a testament to how tired he is. You keep your voice low regardless.
There's a folded blanket on the couch, and it smells of him, a weird mixture of pine, oil, and the soap rations they brought from Earth. The couch must be where Mark crashes all the time, which pulls a frown on your lips.
You drape the blanket over him, securing the folds over his shoulders. He's gonna have a crick in his neck in the morning, but he'll thank you later, probably.
He looks so peaceful, sleeping. 
You observe him for a while. The constant furrow between his eyebrows is gone. He doesn't frown in his sleep, but his lips are parted, and you can hear the soft puffs of breath he releases. His hair is a bit of a mess, as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times throughout the day, and you find yourself wanting to do the same.
"When was the last time you knocked out like this?" you mutter. Your hand touches a strand that's fallen in front of his eyes before you could stop it.
Reflexes kick in and you jerk back, but he doesn't stir. The only thing that changes is that his brow furrows slightly, but his breaths remain constant, and you relax your arm. You hesitantly take off a glove, and, before you can chicken out, reach forward to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear.
That then motivates you to run your fingers through his thick black locks, and it's as soft as you imagined.
You chuckle lightly, amazed. "Whaddaya know."
You continue the motions, and eventually, the wrinkles between his brows disappear, his features peaceful once more.
You drink your fill admiring him. Wide nose. Strong jaw. Big ears that stick out. Beard's getting to the point where it would break regulation but you're the highest official on this base and what Earth doesn't know won't hurt them, anyway. You look down at the fold of his arms, contoured by muscles. His hands, his fingers, that are so deft, made to create and fix what's destroyed. Why does everyone put you on a pedestal about looks when Mark is literally right here, sleeping soundly and looking sculpted by the gods himself?
"Everyone's blind," you mumble. "I don't hold a candle to you."
The urge to hold his hand is incredibly strong. You could do it—thread your fingers with his until he wakes, blinking blearily up at you with trusting eyes and whispering "Captain?" in a sleepy voice, and you suddenly feel small and unworthy about every single time he followed your lead without question.
And you feel the weight of infinite universes on your shoulders. Not once did you initiate anything more than friendship with Mark with all of the chances you've been given. He was always the ballsier one, more impulsive, more outspoken. As someone who has taken the mantle of a captain of a spaceship, you are an incredibly timid person.
"I wish I had your courage. Your tenacity. Your ability to take charge." You let out a humorless chuckle, and your fingers twitch against his scalp. "Countless universes, countless timelines, and we end up right back here. If only I wasn't a coward. Maybe I could finally ask you out on that date, y’know? To not worry about being a captain. Just someone going on a date with the person they like."
He doesn't respond, but you think you could see his breathing stop for a moment. It's a minute thing, barely there, but it's enough for you to cease running your fingers through his hair.
Did he hear you? Panic wells up in your throat. Oh god. "Mark?"
He doesn't answer.
"Are you awake?" you whisper.
He still doesn't answer. His breathing resumes again, slower this time.
You bite your lip, waiting for ten very long seconds, and you slowly pull your hand away.
You swallow down whatever feelings bubbled up to the surface and leave his office, quiet as a mouse. You lean against the door and close your eyes for a moment, wondering if you'd fucked up a friendship you'd spent these past few months trying to mend.
The trek back to your quarters is long. You get ready for bed and end up staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night.
Was he awake? Did he hear everything? If he heard everything, then he definitely felt you with your hand in his hair.
Sleep takes you, eventually, but the sun is starting to rise when it does.
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"—and that concludes today's meeting. Please consult Summers for the minutes if there's an item you have a question about. I'll see you all next week. Dismissed."
The morning following the whole did-Mark-hear-did-he-not-hear dilemma is strangely anticlimactic. Mark greets you with the same gusto he does every other time he sees you, which is, to say the least, minimal. He doesn't give an indication that he heard you last night, or that he was disgusted by any of your actions. Frankly, it seems like he's avoiding talking to you, which is already the norm for your relationship these past few months. You chalk it up to your paranoia and gather up your datapad, shutting off the holographic projection on the table when he says, out of the blue, "I don't think you're a coward."
You jump nearly three feet in the air. The room had mostly cleared out, and any stragglers were busy talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the sheer terror running through their captain's veins.
"Jesus Christ, Mark! You scared me."
He raises an eyebrow. "How? I've been right here this whole time."
"It was unexpected, alright?" you huff, clutching your heart. "Give a person a warning, would ya?"
There's a fond smile on his lips, one that rounds his cheeks and narrows his eyes in a good way. That's when what he said hits you.
"Wait. What did you just say?"
"I said I've been right here—"
"No, no. The first thing."
"What, about me not thinking you were a coward?"
Your jaw drops, and every single cell in your body is screaming to run. He fucking heard you last night. He knows. He knows.
"I don't think you are. I never thought you were. I still stand by my opinion of you from the first time I met you."
You don't know what to do. He tilts his head down so that he can look you in the eye, and strangely enough, you find yourself unable to pull away.
“Captain, I’m going to be very presumptuous for a moment.”
Your mouth mimics that of a goldfish. “E-excuse me?”
“And I will go ahead and repeat myself again. You’re the bravest person I know. I don’t think you’re a coward. And even if you were, I wouldn’t think any less of you.”
You maintain eye contact, but you find yourself at a loss for words.
He steps closer, and there’s no malice or anger on his face. All you see is your head engineer, smiling at you like he always has, but there’s something clearer about it. Open fondness, affection, adoration. He tentatively takes your hand, interlocks your fingers together.
“I think you shouldn’t worry too much about being a captain. And I should probably take my own advice and not worry too much about being a head engineer. It’s a hard thing to adjust to when it’s the only thing you’ve known for so long.” He swallows, looks down at your hands. “But I’d still like to see what it’s like to not do that. Just someone going on a date with the person they like.”
It finally hits you.
You close your mouth, and you feel your features morph into something incredibly hopeful.
“I think I’d like to see that too,” you beam. Then, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Mark?”
The answering grin he gives you is blinding, and your chest is aflutter.
“Yes,” he squeezes your hand, saying your name. It sounds wonderful coming from his lips. “Yes, I would love that.”
buy me a coffee!
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walmartt · 2 months
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pat pat
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plush engie!
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captainsaltypear · 10 months
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Also I'm BEGGING for the rest of yall with captainsonas to draw your captainsonas posing with Mark in that barbie movie meme PLEASE IT'LL LOOK SO CUTE
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omexaprime · 16 days
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Engie has got some feelings about the Captain's new haircut
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Hey there everyone! I guess we can start sort of simple, what do you all think of the captain?
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The Captain's a pretty cool person. Mark can tell you all about them! Just, give him about 6 hours.
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cheezylueezy · 1 year
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do you ever just look at engie and-
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