#celci isn’t wrong!
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And Now I Wait for Death to Take Me, Too
Whumptober 2023, Day 5
Prompts: Pinned down | Words: 1088
Summary: Mark has been trying desperately to convince the captain that they aren't dreaming, but to no avail. Now them and the denizens of the Invincible II have been captured for the purpose of gladiatorial entertainment.
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The ceiling shook with the sudden eruption of cheers from above, and Mark felt bile rise in his throat at the sight of the pincer-mouthed alien bringing its two sided ax blade down on the crown of First Mate Smiles’ head. The engineer shut his eyes right before the weapon made contact, but the wails of his crewmates and colonists burrowed into his mind.
The captain gave a hum, as if considering something. “What part of the dream do you think has been the most strange so far, Mark?” they asked. He opened his eyes to look at them, eyes filled with both exhaustion and exasperation that they hadn’t snapped out of their delusion yet. He could tell they were watching Smiles’ body being removed from the gladiator pit. They didn’t seem disturbed in the slightest.
His throat felt tight. “Captain, this isn’t-”
They interrupted him. “I can’t decide if it’s this or there being a wormhole in our warpcore - or maybe dying. That was weird.” Their toes tapped softly in the sand as if they were content. Mark stared at them, eyes wide. He wanted to scream. He was sure they had woken up on the ship multiple times. What went wrong, and what happened to his strong, sure, sensible, sane captain?
“I think the strangest part has been you,” he finally spoke. There was no humor in it, but the captain laughed anyway.
“You’ve been pretty weird too.”
He twisted around to face them fully, his mouth set in a hard line. “Captain, I don’t know what I have to do to get you to believe this isn’t a dream, but I’m telling you it’s not. We are in serious danger! So many of our people have died! This all could have been avoided if we’d fought back or took evasive maneuvers but you insisted we ‘see where the dream led.’”
“Mark,” they said in a measured tone, and if it weren’t for the dismissive look in their eyes he might’ve thought some of their senses had returned. “You died. I watched you get sucked out the window and I tried to save the ship as best I could.”
Mark opened his mouth to speak but he couldn’t, something stealing his voice. He ached because he remembered; the sudden rush of air, the awful, instant shock of cold so intense it burned, the feeling of his blood boiling beneath his skin from the pressure, his lungs screaming for oxygen. He remembered it all. Why couldn’t they realize it was real?
The captain furrowed their eyebrows. “And then, for some inexplicable reason, I threw a bomb into the reactor room. Looked Celci right in her eyes as I did it. Why would I ever do that? Then I woke up in my pod again, with you screaming about having done this before. That’s when I realized - of course I didn’t blow up the ship on purpose. I would never murder our people, our friends. It’s impossible to die and come back. It’s impossible to remember dying. Time loops are impossible. So it has to be a dream.” They smiled at him warmly, reassuringly. “I just have to wait until I wake up.”
He wanted to believe them, to agree and just let this play out until he woke up, but he was positive this was reality. The feeling of dying, of getting tossed through a wormhole back into his cryopod, was too real, and there was no way he and the captain were sharing the same dream in cryo sleep.
“Captain, please. Snap out of it,” he begged.
“We’ll be at our new planet before you know it,” they mused. “I’m sure we won’t even remember most of this. You know how dreams are.”
The gate to the gladiator pit rose, its gears squeaking from poor maintenance, and the remainder of the Invincible II’s populace shrunk away and cried as three hulking aliens with tentacles making up the bottom half of their faces strode into the holding area. They gurgled and gestured angrily at Mark and the captain, and he scrambled to his feet while the latter took their time standing up - stretching for good measure. His heart raced as the three approached and he locked eyes with Burt who was standing distraught in the corner. This was it. He was going to die again. But then the aliens roughly grabbed hold of the captain’s arms, tugging them forward towards the arena.
Mark felt every atom of his being cry out in opposition, in distress. He lunged forward, shouting all manor of pleas as well as the captain’s name. His advance was halted by two of their captors - one of them tackling him to the ground and pinning his arms to his back, while the other bound his legs.
“Captain! Do something please! You have to fight back!” he cried out, his voice hoarse from the weight on his back and the awkward angle of his neck.
“It’s alright, Mark,” the captain smiled, looking back over their shoulder. “I’ll see you when we reach our destination!”
He screamed and thrashed on the ground, trying desperately to break out of the aliens’ hold but to no avail. The gate slammed to the ground once they and the other alien were out on the sands of the pit. Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the sand underneath him, and some of the grains got on his tongue and in his throat as he continued to call out to the captain.
Their steps were light as they made their way to the middle of the arena. Mark’s heart sank when they blatantly ignored the pile of weapons on the way and stood, shoulders relaxed, face to face with the monster that had killed Smiles minutes before. Blood and hair matted its weapon and dripped to the ground. He screamed out their name one last time as their opponent chucked the ax directly at their head with deadly speed and precision.
Mark couldn’t close his eyes like he did with Smiles. The captain’s head whipped back from the impact and their knees buckled immediately. They dropped dead on the desert floor, the crowd cheering with bloodlust. Their killer encouraged the cheers, soaking in the attention as their blood oozed into the sand and stained it red. He sobbed as he laid there, not getting up even after his captors stood and left him.
“Please be a dream, please let me wake up, I have to wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeup.”
#whumptober 2023#no.5#pinned down#in space with markiplier#fic#blood and violence#delusions#major character death#iswm captain#head engineer mark#my writing
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Summary: You can’t sleep. (post-iswm)
Pairings: just engineer/captain bein buddies but you can ship it if you want idc
Warnings: mentions of death, dealing with ptsd
Length (Reading Time): 1,124 words (4m41s)
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here is my kofi
He said an eternity in Hell.
Vicious, spit flying, shaking with rage as his tears spill over down his cheeks. The warp core pristine and humming behind him. Newly built.
Over an eternity in hell.
It’s there every time you close your eyes. It’s been months.
You leave your quarters trembling, though not from cold. The planet you’ve settled on is in the midst of its summer season— though it’s a temperate part of the planet, it’s too warm to catch a chill.
And too cold for your sweaty brow.
Your eyes dart along the bioluminescent paths, bluish waves spreading across stone with each step. It’s in direct contrast to the electric lamplight hovering overhead with soft warbles.
The colony is well-lit at night, something you all agreed upon.
You campaigned for it. You never know what’s out there.
What’s out there...
You swear you hear a voice, some kind of snuffling. Branches and leaves crackling underfoot, when you aren’t talking, when your path is neatly swept of any debris.
You’re tired, you reason. When you’re tired and it’s late, your mind plays tricks.
It’s been playing tricks since forever ago.
Maybe this isn’t the right colony. You fell asleep and died somehow and warped into another alternate reality. One where your colonymates are all monsters coming for you.
Or one where they’re all too human and still coming for you, your names as a curse in their lips.
You check your palm and it’s bare. No crystals.
But Lady warped without one.
You did, too, before you even got it.
There’s more snuffling, to your right. It’s in the park, the clusters of trees and dense bushes hiding... something.
It’s closer.
Is it a person, a vicious creature, or something else? The shadow over the ground could be anything, coming right for you.
In an instant, hearing rapid footfall on the sparkling blue grass, your hand goes to your knife. You’ve only just begun to draw it when-
“Chica!”
Your hand doesn’t leave the knife, but you’re relieved to see her bright little eyes, tongue lolling as she bounds towards you. Once she’s at your feet, you tentatively reach to scratch her ears.
She gives a delighted grumble, leaning into your legs, and your hand finally leaves the knife.
“Chica! There— oh. Captain.”
You know his voice before you look up. You’ve been through far too much for it to not be familiar.
“Mark.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean for her to just charge at you. She must have missed your pets,” he chuckles, but it falls a bit flat. “I, ah... what are you doing out here? It’s late.”
You eye him. Mostly relaxed, just the tiniest bit of anxiety tightening around his eyes, the edge of his smile. “I couldn’t sleep.”
He nods. “Yeah— I’m sorry. I can’t really either. The cryo did more damage than I think Celci was aware, maybe we should—“
“It’s not the cryo sleep,” you cut him off. “You know that. Don’t play this game.”
His shoulders draw up. “What game?”
Your fingers clench despite yourself, and your force your hands from Chica’s soft ruff. “You think it’s all over. It’s all solved and we don’t have to talk about it anymore. That’s not how it works.”
You expect a rebuttal, some spluttering about how you have him all wrong and you don’t know what you’re talking about. Defensive.
His arms cross, jaw tense. “Why can’t it be? You saved the universe and it’s over. We can just move on, stop dwelling on my mistakes.”
Defensive, but different.
It hits something deep within you, and you can’t keep the ice out of your voice any longer.
“Do you think I was just having fun?”
His brow furrows. “What?”
“You said you spent an eternity in hell, going through all of it, over and over. Do you think I was just having a grand time while you suffered?” Your eyes finally snap to his, rather than in his direction. “I knew you had a big head but this is a new level of uncharitable.”
“What the hell? After all I did— and I admit I fucked up big time—“
“I died, too! A million ways! And when I wasn’t actively dying, I was being hunted. By— by Lady and by monsters and— and even you tried to kill me.” You heave a great breath, but you can’t call it a laugh. “So many times, and your screaming through it all— you think that doesn’t make an impact?”
Mark takes a step towards you, slowly raising his hands. “Hey—“
“I can’t sleep because I think about it. I remember those deaths and all the blame and all the universes.” Your chest feels tight, words choked out through a painful throat. “I close my eyes and when I open them this feels like—“
“— just another universe. Another place where you fucked up, where you’re in danger,” he finishes, eyes warm but pained. “You don’t know where you stand. You don’t know if this is your last chance. You don’t know if you fixed anything at all, or just ruined it again.”
You blink, speechless, and there’s a cloth in your hand before you realize. Tan. Thick. “Mark?”
“Take it. I get it, I do.” He moves his now bare arm, gently placing one hand on your shoulder. “It’s not over. But I don’t know how else to handle it.”
“... I knew we should have had a doctor on board,” you try, and you both just manage a laugh, watery and weak, but real. “You’re gonna have snot all over your sleeve.”
Mark shrugs. “This jumpsuit has seen worse things.”
You clean yourself up as best you can and take a few breaths, Mark nodding encouragingly with each. “... so we should... I think we should talk it over. Some night.”
You can see him struggle with that, and you don’t blame him. How do you even handle something like that? “It... it might be a good idea. Just to, you know. Get it out there.”
“If you’re gonna be awake, you might as well stay up with someone,” you point out. “So... your quarters are closer.”
“You think you can just invite yourself over?”
You quirk a smile. “Captain’s privilege. I’ll make you coffee.”
To your surprise, he grimaces. “Ah— maybe I’ve had enough for a while. I still have the hot chocolate mix from the ship store. If you want.”
“Oh, thank god,” you groan. “I hated your coffee. No offense.”
Mark looks to you, supremely offended, before shaking his head. “Give me back my sleeve. I’m burning this jumpsuit.”
You think it’s for the best, but...
He makes the hot chocolate mix taste pretty good, all things considered.
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The Story Doesn’t End Here
This is based off a dream I had a few months ago, around the time ISWM came out. Again, set in the universe where Actor is Engineer!Mark, etc. This time, it’s Y/N making a choice. This is weird. As usual, loathe entirely.
Rating: General/SFW
GN!Reader
Pairings: Mild implied past DA/Damien, current implied Actor/YN
Warnings: canon typical angry void men, eldritch fighting, gunshots (provided by Wilford), mild gore
Word Count: 2300+
It happened quickly- the reality shift from ‘Celci’ and Mark arguing- her smacking him across the face- then the world around you glitches as her eldritch brother dragged the three of you out of Mark’s story dimension and into the greater void.
The chill of the endless, black expanse is something that you had hoped you could forget by throwing yourself into Mark’s adventures. Sadly, it seems that Damien is here to wake you up from your escape. Yet…
Something is different.
Mark is visibly angry at his story being interrupted like this. He and Damien begin their raging at each other, quickly devolving to inhuman noises. They hurt to look at; the things hiding beneath their shells coming out to wage war against each other as their bodies degrade.
You watch Celine’s spiritual color flare with her brother’s strikes, her own body morphing and changing, almost fading at times. … She wouldn’t notice if you attacked her- if you could even touch her right now. You doubt you could.
There’s something wrong.
The void seems… malevolent, and not just to you either. The nightmarish realm twists and creaks around the four of you, Mark and Damien’s auras clashing in the air. They don’t seem to notice it, though. They're too focused on tearing each other apart to stop and realize their warring is shaking the very fabric of this unreality.
Little cracks and slivers of light splinter across the black sky, and through them, you can see- you can see.
It’s like looking back in time, watching all your adventures play out before you, no matter where you glance. And it isn’t just yours- you can see all that which Abe, William, and the other Egos have been up to as well.
The deafening resound of multiple gunshots and screams bring you back to the present- specifically, the change in the screams: dual eldritch roars of agony warping back into human cries of pain. Mark and Damien disengage from each other, twisting masses of power and energy folding in on themselves as they regain their human guises. The source of the gunshots, William, stands by Celine with his pistol raised, pointed at the two of them. His pink aura overwhelms the area around the both of them in twisting, nauseating pink and yellow, making your head hurt to look at him.
Mark clutches his shoulder, black and red ichor dribbling down his arm and hitting the ground by his foot. Damien’s hand clamps over his side, shadowy trichromatic ooze leaking out and staining his white suit. Both men stare at the third, who just shrugs and smiles, apologizing to Damien and claiming that it’s a bit difficult to shoot when they look like that.
Damien rages in the instant after that, aura twisting and pulsating, arching outwards and rushing at Mark like some solar flare snapping from the sun’s surface. It’s some arc of white-hot/frigid cold- a radiating, static shadow that carries an air of finality with it.
Finality.
Mark’s words echo in your head. “I go and I come back and I go and I come back and I go but I always come back!” The rage and denial in his voice from that…
… Will he, from this? You’ve never seen him bleed like that before. Not like he is now. Not like this.
He doesn’t move despite the wall of energy running him down like a freight train. You don’t know if he can. Does he want to? Can he? Will he?
… What happens if he dies? Does his place this fall apart? Do you disappear? Do you go back into that damned mirror? Do you sleep?
You lose all this. You lose him.
N̴̦͍̟̲͋͌͜͜ŏ̵̙̥
Something snaps inside you- something long-strained within your very core shatters and an old, familiar rushing of shadow and power take its place. There is a new heaviness in the back of your mind, but you don’t have time to think about that- the only thing you focus on is getting Mark out of the way of that goddamned aura-
It’s an instant, really. One second, you are watching Mark, and the next, you are colliding with the solid body of the larger man- he’s at least a foot taller than you and dense, but you tackle him off his feet with ease- too much ease. The Actor yelps from the impact, but you don’t care, as you feel the radiating cold and stinging heat of the aura brush a bit too close to your back for any real comfort.
You both fly at least 20 feet before he hits the ground with another loud grunt beneath you, sliding another few feet before coming to a stop.
You both pant heavily- you can tell he is in pain from the short way his breath hitches. He shouldn’t be in pain. With difficulty, you lift yourself up off of him, supporting your weight on your hands and knees- it is now that you notice his arms wrapped around your body. You pull back and study the man, finding those unnatural, burning eyes fluttering open and studying you with shock- a dozen different emotions flashing across his face.
By the way you feel, you believe the eyes he is looking back into are just as alien as his own, now.
“Y/N… what-”
“What the HELL is wrong with you, Y/N?!” Damien and Celine both scream, voices crackling with the roar of the void. You can see Damien motioning strangely in your peripheral vision, reigning in his aura to attack again. William, meanwhile, is cackling about the odd turn of events.
There’s no point in answering them just yet, instead you focus on the man below you. You can feel the strange motion of otherness shifting along the skin of your back- shadowy tentacles, most likely, judging by his eyes tracking them over your shoulder. Leaning in closer, you spread them out protectively over you both as you speak, quiet and private- just to him.
“He’s not the only one walking around without blood on his hands.” You can hear the way your voice pitch changes, and you can’t find it in yourself to care.
His eyebrows lift up in surprise, the grip on your hips tightening slightly. Your hand touches his chest, the place you know Damien’s axe once hit home long ago.
“I know what you’ve done. I don’t care what you’ve done.” You murmur quietly and sit up a little, focusing on him as you adjust his tie and lapels, fixing them up. “We’ve all had wrongs perpetrated against us in this place, and we all want revenge for that no? But that’s all in the past, isn’t it?”
You’re not really sure what possesses you to lean in and kiss his bloodied lips, but it feels right in a way. “I’m not ready to sleep yet, Mark. I don’t want it to end.”
You turn your head towards the trio, then, studying them individually, then meeting his again. “So I’m going to make sure that your story, our story, doesn’t end here.” You smile. “We still have so much to do, don’t we?”
The shock finally subsides into something familiar. Something warm. Before he can respond to you, the aura whips above both your heads, shrieking through the void above you and returning to Damien. The look of contempt he is giving you is something you’ve seen before.
“So, you finally pick a side, do you, old friend?”
You slowly pick yourself up off of Mark, maintaining eye contact with the man. You sneer.
“You stole my body and left me to rot, Damien. Why are you surprised?”
“It was a mercy- we spared you from this Hell!'
“IT'S ALL HELL!” you sneer, “But, hell at his side is preferable to nothingness.”
The man that you once thought you could spend the rest of your life with sneers at you like you are no more than shit on his heel. It hurts, but you don’t care anymore.
“Don’t worry, old friend. I’ll destroy the nightmare He has weaved and set you free.”
… You laugh. You laugh and laugh and laugh. Your stomach hurts and tears stream down your cheeks- even Mark looks at you with concern. You clutch at your stomach and wipe your tears away, fixing the ex-Mayor with a withering look that could melt steel.
"You think I'm going to let you hurt him? He is the ONLY reason I am free and I’m not going to let you take him from me."
His aura flares around him again while William lifts his gun. Damien sighs. You feel Mark shifting similarly beside you. The Actor laughs.
“Unfortunately, it’s come to this. I’ll make it quick, old friend.”
You grin.
“Cry havoc and let loose the dogs of war, Damien."
Damien’s body flickers with his aura, destabilizing as it overtakes him once again, screaming in anger- and dismay. William’s aura, strangely, does the same- instead of firing on you or Mark, his aura gets twisted up with Damien’s, creating some insanity pinwheel of color and sound- which then rushes the two of you.
You brace, pulling at the heaviness within you and feeling the void respond, surrounding you in shifting, flickering shadows tinged with the color of your soul. That holds nothing to Mark’s smoky crimson aura which envelopes your own, surrounding you both as his hand wraps around your wrist. As you look to him in confusion, the grin he gives you is mischievous, knowing- plotting.
You know that look.
Mark winks at you, then suddenly pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his body. The contact just bolsters the shadows around you both, growing and shifting into some great tentacled thing- you can hear the void creaking and raging below and above as his laugh resounds around you.
“You don’t want it to end, little monster? You want to stay with me?”
You nod, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face against his chest. He purrs, and you hear it underneath the cacophony around you.
“When it hits, I want you to push with all you have. Understand? I’ll take care of the rest.”
You nod again, and… there’s suddenly a quiet- almost like the eye of a hurricane. His voice is soft, when he addresses you again.
“... I don’t want to end, either, Y/N. Our story won’t end here. We really do have so much still to do.”
Of course you try to pull back to look at him because that’s Mark- that’s the old Mark- your friend from so long ago-
But the roar of the void slams back into everything all at once, almost deafening you to the point that you can barely hear him scream-
“N̵̝͈̓̆O̴̠̎W̵̳͗̎!̶͍͙̍”
You obey without thinking and push, and you feel a rush of energy bending the void around you almost like a shockwave, like the tensile weight of metal being put under pressure. Then you feel Mark- all of him pushing with you- the sound wave pressure buckles then rebounds with double the force, sending the cacophony back, and you in the other direction-
…
You realize a little too late that you’ve teleported, still clinging to Mark for dear life, face pressed into his neck, eyes shut. Releasing a breath you had been holding far too long, you pull back to look around, finding yourself in a grassy, flowering clearing in the middle of a forest. It’s early in the morning or evening by the color of the sky, shaded by overcast clouds, but not immune to the sun’s rays turning them a plethora of different colors.
You turn your attention to the Actor still holding you. His eyes are still possessed of the void, though he regards you with a strange, warm curiosity now. Your hands slide down to rest on his chest, adrenaline, and anger bleeding into… embarrassment.
Fuck, you really kissed him, huh?
A blush spreads across your cheeks as his lips quirk into an interested smirk- but there’s that ever-present softness, still.
“... What was that back there, little monster?” His tone is teasing. Sing-songy.
He’s going to address it- of course, he is- well-
You sputter and try to remove yourself from his arms, but his grip does not slacken. He practically forces you to look at him by taking hold of your jaw and tilting your head up. “I- … a lot happened back there, and I-”
The man huffs and presses his lips to yours, as if to remind you of exactly what he means. He doesn’t pull away immediately either, coaxing you to respond to him.
You do, and only then does he slowly draw away, speaking softly against your lips. “The kiss, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Now is not the time to be playing coy with me. Not anymore.”
You… really don’t see the reason for lying anymore.
“... I had- complicated feelings for you in college. It developed into… something, but by then, you had eloped with Celine, and- …” You look away. “I get to have you, here. If not in that way, then I get to do all these adventures with you. I get to be with you. That’s… that’s why. I didn’t know how to express it at the time.”
He draws back and watches you with an unreadable expression while you explain. You see his pupils flex in a strange, catlike way the further you go along, and by the time you finish, he scoffs softly in a strange way, considering you.
“.... Perhaps, if I had followed through with my own feelings then, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”
You blink. Wait.
What-
“But… As you said, our story wasn’t going to end there.” He smiles at you, drawing you close to him again and cupping your cheek. You blink again. Ah-
“What’s say we add a little more personal, intimate touch to our story, hm? What say you, Dove?”
Your heart clenches at the old nickname- his nickname for you from college.
Oh.
Absolutely.
#my writing#ISWM#actor x reader#darkiplier#damien the mayor#celine the seer#iswm y/n#iswm captain#actor mark#gender neutral reader#gn!reader#wilford warfstache#Y/N with spooky eldritch void power?#Yes.
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Captain’s Log
an ISWM fanfic heavily inspired by Alone with My Thoughts - Noah Floersch
(i have had this song on repeat since @spiritmoon23 recommended it with engie and it spurred this headcanon that i wanted to flesh out)
this was also written quite mediocrely, quickly and minimally edited
warnings: none? angst out the wazoo tho
The Captain had terrible memory. If you asked Mark, he would say they have no faults, they are perfect, the very apex of their species... except for that.
On the Invincible, there were many, many things to keep track of. That’s why, despite how silly it would look to others, the Captain would always be seen with an arm lifted up to their face mumbling into their device.
“What are you always saying into that thing, anyways?”
“Just boring captain stuff.” they replied with a chuckle and a dismissive wave.
Though it wasn’t entirely false, they were the only one to access it, so it was never really a worry. Mark never pressed further, content with the answer.
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Though the passage of time really didn’t exist per-say, he would guess he’s been in the room trying to rebuild the Warp Core for about a couple days.
And he already missed them.
A freak collision in the wormhole sent him here, without his Captain. Without anyone really.
Normally, he would only (rarely) leave the Warp Core to eat and use the bathroom. But, on particularly bad days, he wanted to just take a walk and clear his head.
It was pretty depressing, the empty Invincible. Mark was so used to the (somewhat) organized chaos of the ship that it felt unnatural for no one to be there. Nothing. No sign of anything, save him and the core.
He found himself close to the cabin wing. He debated whether it would be ok for him to sleep in his own bed, instead of passing out on the cold, hard floor of the Warp Core room, tool in hand.
Mark shook that thought away. He had to use every possible moment to try and get back, to fix everything. He probably should be there right now, instead of wasting time here—
He came across the Captain’s cabin. Mark felt his hand come up to press the scanner to let himself in, almost on autopilot.
He had never been inside, as he didn’t want to cross that boundary, as close as the two of them were. He respected their privacy. It was quite plain, with a bed, desk, and some lighting.
On the desk were scattered several pens, notebooks, and paperwork. But that isn’t what caught Mark’s attention. A blinking red light from under the numerous papers did, however.
The telltale sign of a low battery was coming from the Captain’s personal device, one that he noticed was slightly different than Mark’s own as he turned it in his hand.
He didn’t know why he went to charge it. The Captain wasn’t here to use it, so who would need it?
As he plugged it in, he accidentally touched a part on the screen, and the sudden laughter made him jump.
*kzzk*
“BAHAHAHAHA!! NO!! No way!! wh—GAHAHAHA—what in the Cosmos possessed you to do that you absolute dingus!!
Dingus? that’s a new one, Cap. Is that worse than Asshat? Celci, should I be offended?
The answer to that question is always yes, Asshat. Now can you PLEASE stop horsing around and get back to fixing this CryoChamber?”
*kzzk*
It took everything in him to not start crying. It hit him all at once. That was the Captain. Their voice. They didn’t just use this for official reminders, they used this for memories of their time here. This is one of multiple recorded files.
70, to be exact. Little snippets describing funny things that happened on the ship, actual Captain reminders, and secret little recordings of the most mundane conversations, always filled with laughter from the crew.
By the time Mark had listened to them all, the device flashed a bright green, seemingly charged.
It felt wrong to just leave it unused.
He made his way back to the Warp Core, a new fire of determination in his heart. A faint click was heard in the room.
“uh...”
“Captain’s Log: Entry 71, the wires at the base of the Warp Core seem to be attached properly now, giving...”
#markiplier#in space with markiplier#iswm#engineer!mark#h-hey guyss whats up...#how we doin on this fine day#>:) hehe#IDK WHY IM ON SUCH AN ANGST TRAIN LATELY#but anyway if you read this i love u with all my heart i am not that good at writing and i appreciate anyone reading this#this is the like.. second fanfic ive ever really done.. pls be nice#calscribbles
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Aftermath
Word count: 1302
Ships: Could be read as platonic or romantic Captain/Engineer!Mark
Trigger warnings: Cursing, slight self hatred, slight angst, my first attempt at angst and comfort. In space with Markiplier pt 2 spoilers (Tell me if I should add more)
Description: My version of the imminent aftermath of Part 2 of ISWM
Mark and the Captain look out of the ship's control room window, watching the shuttles fly towards the alien planet. The planet they've found (or at least the ship found) looks wonderful, full of green lush life and clear blue waters. The Captain could feel the warmth from the nearby sun through their protective suit. Mark put a hand on their shoulder bringing them close to him.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it? The scanners are still working their magic but I have a feeling it's going to be perfect. In fact, I think we could start building houses riiiight here” Mark points to what seems to be a flat, grassy area next to a forest. The Captain could almost smell the clean air coming from the planet.
They looked down at the steaming coffee Mark gave them. When was the last time they had coffee? Hell, when was the last time they had a real meal? They shook their head trying to get rid of the thought. Their mouth watered but couldn't eat just yet, after all, Mark was still in the room.
The Captain looked up at Mark, smiling at him and putting their arm around his shoulders. Seeing their helmet covered by the fog from their coffee, Mark laughs, letting go of them and setting down his own coffee on the control panel.
“You know you’re a mess sometimes,” he grabs a cloth one of the crew members left wiping the fog off their helmet. “There now I can see your handsome and/or beautiful face.”
Mark smiles at them and the Captain shyly smiles back. They both turn towards the window watching a few shuttles land on their new home.
“We should go help the crew. Lord knows Celci will get on my ass for keeping you away.” Mark smiled once again, “besides they're probably lost without their fearless captain.”
The Captain doesn't respond, still staring at the planet in front of them clinching the glass in their hand tightly.
Mark's smile slightly fell, confused by their sudden change in demeanor.
He rests a hand on their shoulder. “Everything ok Captain? We can stay here for a little longer if you want. I understand if you aren't ready yet.” He mentally kicked himself. They had both gone through hell and were finally in a place of peace. Of course, they weren't ready. He shouldn't have tried pushing them back into work so soon.
The Captain looks at him, then back at the planet in front of them. They gently take his hand off of their shoulder. Mark laughed awkwardly, retreating his hand and brushing off the imaginary space dust off his suit. Did he really offend them that much? He looked to the side trying to avoid looking at them. Of course, he shouldn't be surprised by their sudden change in mood, after all this is all his fault. Mark felt himself spiraling into a hole of bad thoughts but was brought out of it by the Captain clearing their throat.
In a horse, scratchy voice they finally speak up.
“I don’t think they’re waiting for me.”
Surprised to hear their voice for what felt like the first time, Mark laughed slightly confused.
“What do you mean Captain? Of course, they're waiting for you!”
The Captain looks at him then back at the planet in front of them.
“I'm going to have to go back aren’t I?”
Mark's smile slowly fades, confused he asks,
“Go back where? To the warp core? It's gone now, it can't hurt us anymore.”
Mark could hear something like glass cracking, he whipped his head towards the windows but found nothing wrong with them. He looked back at the Captain to find their helmet slowly developing cracks. In a panic, Mark tried grabbing their helmet only for his hands to be slapped away.
“Drop the act, Marc. The scene is finished, we’re done with the script.” More cracks develop on their helmet. “Why are you still going? Is this for some extra DVD content? Can’t you just let me rest!?” The cracks continue to cover their helmet making it impossible to see their face clearly.
Mark took a step back confused and a little scared. Did the warp-core really damage their mind this much? He knew that neither of them were perfectly sane after what happened but he never expected his beloved captain to be this gone.
“Captain, what are you talking about? What script?”
He began to question if this was really HIS captain. Did he accidentally get put in a different universe from his captain? Is this just some imposter from a different timeline? He began to panic. If this wasn't his captain then where were they? Are they also trapped in a different universe? Were they dead? Mark felt his chest tighten and his stomach drop.
“God damn it, Marc! Are the cameras even rolling!? Why are you still in character? Just stop this mind-numbing act and let us go home.” The Captain's voice echoes slightly like feedback from a poor microphone. The cracks on their helmet make it impossible to see anything.
“Stop it.” Mark clutched his chest.
“Stop what? Breaking character? Look I know you like reusing old bits but this is getting ridiculous. I'm not going back into character. Just put me back in my mirror, I don’t care anymore” The Captain glared at who they thought was in front of them.
Mark felt himself tearing up. He is tired. So very very tired. He doesn't have the strength to fight or question whoever was in front of him. He thought he was finally ok, that he and his captain could take a break and make a home for themselves. He could feel the tears slowly trailing down his face. Where was his captain? Who was this asshole in front of him?
The Captain opened their mouth to make fun of him for crying but stopped when they saw his face. He looked up at them with sadness and betrayal, real sadness and betrayal. It was the same look they gave him when they figured out Mark was behind the wormhole. It was the same look they gave Damien when they left them in their mirror. It was the same look Marc had when he found out about his wife and his brother.
This wasn't Marc. This wasn't the Actor that never called his kids and always yelled at minimum wage employees. This was Mark. This was the man who built the Invincible and the Invincible ||. This is the man who loves space and sharing cool rocks he's found. This is the man who would give the shirt off his back to anyone that asked and loves his dog more than anything in the multiverse. The Captain looked at their sobbing friend with guilt. Fuck they really are an asshole.
Mark held himself and sobbed all he wanted was his captain. He sobbed until he felt two strong arms hold him. He opened his eyes to see the Captain without their helmet holding him. He couldn't help but hug back and cry into their shoulder. He didn't really understand what had just happened but he could tell that now, in front of him, was his captain. His beloved, strong, fearless Captain. He held onto them tighter, hiding his face in their shoulder. He knows better than to question the gifts the universe gives him. After all, now they had all the time in their universe to explain to each other what happened in that wormhole.
He held onto them as they mumbled an apology and assured him things were ok, that they would explain later and that they were sorry that they snapped. They kissed and pet his hair assuring him that things are ok now. They’re both ok.
Bonus:
MEANWHILE
(in another universe)
Marc laughed, patting his co-star on the back.
“That was a great final scene! I mean you were a little late on your cue but not everyone can be as perfect as me.” He sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. He leaned back into his chair admiring his reflection in the small handheld mirror he always kept with him.
“Alight “Captain” that's enough of you, back into your spot. I don't need you getting in the way now especially since I have a meeting with my parole officer in an hour.” He put the mirror back into his back pocket. He let himself relax while his makeup crew surrounded him covering his partially rotting skin in heavy makeup.
When they finally finished he waved them off and cracked his back. He made his assistant schedule an Uber while he looked around his desk. “Alright who the hell moved that damn crystal?”
#in space with markiplier#in space with markiplier pt 2#markiplier#iswm#markiplier egos#my post#in space with markiplier part 2#iswm pt 2#actor mark#actor markiplier#engineer mark#engineer!mark#actor!mark#y/n#iswm y/n#iswm captain#engineer mark x captain#engineer mark x y/n#my writing
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You’ll only get this if your in the ALWY Discord lol
Read if you want! <3
Gunther had just been sat in the crew lead common room. It was a day off for the leads. He was dressed casually, watching the television. Many pre recorded movies had been sent with the Invincible II for its crew.
The idea of movies must’ve knocked him off his game though.
“Hey Gunther? What’s that?” Asked Celci, who sat on the other sofas. The other leads looked up from the film.
“What’s what?” Frowned Gunther.
“Your wearing dog tags.” Said Mack.
Oh.
Oh no.
Did he leave them on show?
Gunther looked down at his shirt and saw his necklace with the tags.
He got too caught up in the movies, now he’d have to tell them.
God, hopefully they wouldn’t see him as too weak after this..
“Their tags from when I was in the space force.” Admitted Gunther.
“I thought you where only supposed to have one?” Said Mark.
“This one isn’t mine.” Replied Gunther.
“Who’s is it then?” Asked Burt.
“Peter P. Pilotson. He was a pilot in the force. A very good friend of mine. He’d have loved to be here on the Invincible II. Always dreamed of it.” Smiled Gunther, fondly holding the tags.
“Why isn’t he here then? Did you go on to different things?” Asked Celci.
“That would explain why Gunther has his tag.” Nodded Mark.
“I wish he’d gone onto different things.” Sighed Gunther.
“What happened to him?” Asked Cap.
“Peter P. Pilotson died in a wreck on the 31st of October 2115. That’s seven years ago now.” Confessed Gunther.
“Oh Gunther. I’m so sorry that happened.” Sympathised Burt.
“That sounds awful.” Agreed Mark.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle. Hopefully you all don’t see me as weak after my little sob story.” Muttered Gunther.
“We’d never do that.” Said Mack.
“That’s just wrong.” Agreed Celci.
“I was in the space force.” Said Captain. Gunther turned and faced them. The pair had volunteered to make dinner for the leads.
“Really?” Asked Gunther.
“Yup. I had to be. For my captain training. Needed to be in some form of operation for about 3-5 years.” Nodded Captain, gathering plates.
“How’d you find it?”
“Alright. I was discharged around four years. I had to get on with other training and my general agreed in the sense I’d done enough.”
“At least you weren’t discharged due to health.”
“Hey, Y’know that ship incident I’m famously known for? How I saved a whole crew of fifteen?”
“Mhm. How could I not?”
“The crew was a crew of sixteen.”
Gunther froze and looked at Captain. They gave him a smile and pulled out their own pair of dog tags from under their shirt.
“Amity P. Nell. A friend of mine and Mark. Died helping everyone out of the wreckage. It exploded.”
#mark#captain#in space with markiplier#iswm#gunther#Celci#Burt#Mack#peter p Pilotson#Amy Nelson#Markiplier
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Can you do space mark x female captain! reader after the mission is over? A lot of pining, with Mark feeling like absolute shit over causing everything, and then feeling even worse when he sees the mental toll it took on the Captain. He’s barely able to look her in the eyes. He tries at first, tries to joke and goof off with her like he had originally done before, but all he can see is his hands ripping a crystal from her palm or ramming a fire extinguisher into her head. All he can see is the anguish in his Captain’s eyes after he had called her evil. After he had given up on her, when she had never given up on him.
And so he cowers and ducks his head down like a dog that has been kicked too many times whenever he’s in her presence. He tries to make himself small and quiet and to stay out of the Captain’s way, because hasn’t he done enough to last a few lifetimes?
Then there is the Captain still going through paradox ptsd, staying up late at night and barely eating as she studies every single part of the Invincible l ship over and over again, trying to pinpoint down to the last second everything she will need to do when/if the loop restarts again. Because Mark didn’t know about that one time when she had lived to be old and gray and still was cursed to come back to the beginning, did he? So how can she ever be sure that she is truly free?
And she forgave Mark, she really did, but she can’t help going over why? Why did he lose trust in her? What made him believe she was capable of doing all of that? It’s over, everything’s okay now, but she can’t help feeling hurt over it. Were they not as close as she thought they were? What did she do wrong to make him lose faith?
Why wasn’t she good enough to be believed in?
It only aches all the more when she realizes Mark has been avoiding her. And a part of her believes that he still hates her. After all, he had spent so long rebuilding the warp core believing her to be a monster to his core. Could she really have expected it all to be gone in one day?
Maybe she deserves this. Maybe she should have done more. Been a better Captain. Mark might’ve built the warp core, but she was the one who had lost her mind close to the middle of the journey. She had lost hope at one point. None of it had felt real anymore. She had jumped into the wormhole over and over again, blown up the ship in a desperate bid to stop the loop, thrown herself out of the airlock more than a million times, and had knocked Mark or a crew member out more than once to let herself jump in front of the laser turrets that guarded the asteroid defense system. It had taken her thousands of loops before she had come back to herself, realizing that her mind had been close to snapping. But somehow, she had thought of Mark’s face, and managed to pull herself back to a semblance of sanity.
Maybe if her mind had been stronger, they could’ve beat this all far sooner.
Somehow, Mark starts to realize that the Captain is really, really, not okay. She’s avoiding everyone and barely sleeping or eating. All she does is stay up in the damn Invincible I ship, tinkering with all the mechanics inside it. Celci, of all people, finally convinced him to check on her, and Mark walks in on the Captain, his precious Captain, with a gun to her head.
He tries to stay calm, but he can’t help but become slightly hysterical as he physically gets on his knees in front of her, begging and sobbing to “please don’t do this, please—“
The Captain shakes and has silent tears on their cheeks, staring ahead blankly. She’ll never know if this is real. What if it isn’t? What if it’s all just a fucking loop? She can’t go through this again. She can’t get her hopes up. She can’t get close to Mark again only for everything to be restarted and for her to end up in that same damn room with the warp core as Mark screams at her that she’s evil. She can’t do it. It’s better this way. Don’t let it drag out. Just rip the bandaid off. Don’t, don’t let this loop get your hopes up—
Somehow it all comes to a crescendo and there’s a lot of crying and sobbing and desperate, long and angsty kisses with feelings confessed, with Mark trying everything in his power to convince his Captain that this is real. That they made it out.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t believe in you. But you never stopped believing in me. Not even once. And I… I just need you to believe in me one more time. Please. I need you to believe that this is real. Please, God, please, don’t do this. Don’t leave me. Please—“
I had this main idea in my head, but it’s hard for me to put stuff together. And your writing is so good and makes me cry and I know you’ll do this justice so welllll.😭💔
(I won't be writing this but I'll post it for y'all to cry over BC it almost made me cry :') )
You've captured so much emotion in this, anon!!! The tension! The angst!!! It breaks my heart 💔💔
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Laid to rest.
I asked to post this on behalf of Sinclair. This was not the original request, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway! -Captain YIN
“... Hey. It’s me again. Been a while, right?” Mark placed a brilliant cyan flower on the ground before him.
He sat down, folding his legs beneath him. His eyes were cloudy.
“... I’m sorry. For what happened. I… I didn’t know. It… it’s not your fault, it’s mine.” Mark sniffled.
“Mark? Who are you talking to?” Celci asked, her voice soft. Sympathetic.
Mark jumped, not realizing she had approached. He wiped at his eyes, getting to his feet.
“N-no one. No one at all.” He lied, shoving his fidgeting hands in his pockets.
“... Isn’t that where Gunther buried the warp core?” She pointed down at the flower.
Mark paled, scratching the back of his neck. “O-oh, is it? Weird…”
Celci didn’t buy it. Of course not. She was too smart, even if Mark wasn’t sweating buckets. She pulled him close with an arm.
“... It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” She patted his chest, not meeting eyes.
“What do you mean? Wh-what are you talking about?” He squirmed, feeling hot, wanting to run.
“... The Captain told me what happened. I asked them what was wrong, they told me everything… I… Remember some of it. I remember freezing everyone…” She bit at her lip, guilt weighing at her chest.
“... oh…” Was all he said, throat tight. “... CC… It is my fault. I built it. That’s why everything went wrong. You can’t say it’s not my responsibility. My failure.”
“You only wanted what was best for the colony, Mark. That’s what all of us wanted.”
Mark buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing. He cried a lot more since they had arrived on the new planet.
Celcionna pet his hair, lifting him up and carrying him back. He needed some rest.
She brought him to his module, an apartment of sorts they lived in together. She laid him in bed, pulling his boots, bracer and comm off for him. She turned to leave, but he clung to her sleeve.
She looked down at him, removing her own bracer and boots, climbing into bed with him.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 - 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒌
hhhh hihi, to try to get back into writing I made a little self-insert/oc thing with Mack because I have brain-rot
Warnings: uh, slight spice? There’s a kiss at the end, there’s also lyrics to “Dirty Thoughts” by Chloe Adams included, there’s also cursing. This isn’t proof read or whatever either, just want to get back into writing ^^
Words: 2.7k
Some backstory/explanation, my self-insert/oc is the Medic/Doctor and pretty close with Mark/the crew
My requests are open!!
There was never a dull moment on the Invincible II, hell since the Captain arrived it was like the chaos had doubled, not in a bad way of course. The Captain seemed to match a lot of the higher energy that was already swarming on board, buzzing around like a toddler on a sugar high, encouraging most silly acts the other crew would partake in. Which was unfortunate for the more parental like figures, mainly Celci and Sparrow, the two constantly had to keep the ship from imploding or exploding.
Weird occurrences had started to happen at one point some time after the Captain arrived, but so far the weirdest and the most permanent was the appearance of a new person, Mack.
Mack had identified himself as the head engineer for the ship, which the crew knew wasn't exactly right but the Captain and Mark had decided that Mack could stay, if he could agree to being under Mark. Which took a bit of back and forth but sooner or later Mack agreed to the terms that were set up, which surprised a lot of the crew. Mack had started out as a bit of a rough individual to get along with but he slowly melted into the group and started to get along with everyone, everyone except for Sparrow that is.
Now, Sparrow wasn't really someone to hate someone else, or even get into an actual argument with someone. He never wanted to be included in something negative, but Mack made it so hard to be around him. Sparrow did what he could and avoided the other male as much as he could, but due to being the only trained medic on board and the fact that they were on a space-ship in space made it a little hard to avoid the other.
Mack didn't exactly get hurt much but due to his tendencies he often showed up in the med-bay wanting something to get looked at. Sparrow would never degrade someone for worrying about their health or tell someone they were wrong about their body as Sparrow wasn't in their body, and he knew that some people couldn’t help but be anxious, but how Mack acted drove Sparrow up the walls.
Mack would always talk much more then needed, asking Sparrow what schooling he had, if he thought he was actually fit for the job, if he knew what he was doing, telling him that there was someone else that could do better with fixing him up and much, much more. Sparrow never really talked when Mack started spouting his bull-shit, Sparrow knew feeding into it would just allow Mack to fire back, which Sparrow did learn the hard-way.
It eventually turned into Mack almost teasing Sparrow, which Sparrow tried his best to tune out as Sparrow took it at face value, Mack just being Mack and being an asshat, which Sparrow had started to like, even though he would never admit it out loud.
Though something Sparrow did find a bit odd was that Mack never let someone else do the same. It only happened twice that Sparrow had watched Mack tell off a couple of crew members, but due to whispers floating around and Burt just straight up telling him about it Sparrow knew it happened a lot more then what he saw.
The first time it happened was when Sparrow was patching up a cut on Macks hand he had gotten while working on the ship, Mark had also been there as he escorted Mack to the med-bay and decided to stick around to make sure Mack was alright, and to give Sparrow some company. Though the situation turned sour when Mark had cracked a joke when Mack had flinched when his cut got cleaned, Mark had said they might have to launch Sparrow out of the air lock and send a signal out for a new medic if Sparrow couldn't keep a steady hand. Sparrow had never seen Mack get so pissed off at Mark, and by the looks of it, Mark hadn't had that side of Mack directed at him either. Mack had started off with a hearty 'Shut up, you know nothing about his skills' and started doing nothing but compliment Sparrow and went on to describe how Sparrow was one of the only crew holding the ship together and how the crew was lucky to have him aboard.
The sudden flip caught both Sparrow and Mark off guard, and due to the awkward feeling that had suddenly washed over him, Mark had decided to leave, patting Sparrow on the shoulder with a small 'I'll see you later' before leaving the med-bay.
Sparrow could of sworn hearing Mack mutter "You don't deserve to touch him" before glancing up and seeing a patch of pink coating Macks face, but he didn't want to look up for long as he didn't want Mack to know he was looking.
Sparrow had been even more surprised when Mack had stopped by the med-bay at the end of the day, he said it was to make sure his cut was fine before he went to bed but he had brought a slice of cake in for the two to share. Mack insisted it was only because it was the last available slice and he couldn't finish it and he was in the med-bay anyways so the two 'might as well share' but Sparrow couldn't help but feel touched, and that there was more meaning to his actions and words then he was letting on. After all, it was his favorite cake and it rarely got made.
After that incident Mack had started to live in every corner of Sparrows mind, he found himself wanting to be around Mack more then wanting to avoid him. It was apparently clear to everyone but the pair that they had these 'feelings' for each-other, hell even Celci asked if the two were together.
It was Sparrow, Celci, Mark, Gunther, Burt and the Captain hanging out one night after a bit of a busy day. When Sparrow had freaked out at the question and acted confused and slightly disgusted, Gunther had pointed out how Sparrow started to follow around the other engineer like a lost puppy, which caused Burt to chime in with how Sparrow was the only person Mack let touch him without instantly cleaning or sanitizing himself afterwards, Mark and the Captain also throwing in their bits of information into the conversation. Mark bringing up the whole hand cleaning situation, The Captain spoke a bit about how they noticed both Mack and Sparrow somehow weaved their schedules together, starting to point out what exactly changed within the pairs schedules.
At one point Sparrow simply couldn't take it anymore and decided to head to bed a bit early, with some final teasing words from Gunther, Sparrow very quickly made his way back to his room. Oh god, he had feelings for Mack, didn't he? He might of had some, well, ideas, about the other but he didn't put too much thought into them and simply wrote them off as a small thing, but the more he thought about it reality set in. He did write about Mack in his journals, even going as far as drawing him to go along with some of the things he wrote. The medic couldn't help but run his hands through his hair as he entered his room, the first thing on his mind was to look through one of his said journals to reread what he had wrote, just to see if he was going crazy, but his heart stopped when he noticed something.
It was missing.
That should be impossible, it should be sitting on the same spot it always is on his desk, where was it?? Sparrow spent a few minuets basically tearing apart his room to look for the simple dark blue journal before he remembered something.
He took it to the med-bay.
He had taken a large amount of paper-work there and accidently included the journal when sweeping up all of the folders and papers. Well, at least he knew where it was, now he just had to go get it, which Sparrow quickly started to move when he realized he had to do just that. He knew the other crew members knew better then to paw through his things as most if not everyone on the ship is respectful about those types of things, but he couldn't help but feel a bit scared that someone might look through the journal.
It is human to want to do what you aren’t supposed to.
Sparrow did his best to calm his nerves as he went to his main work-space, but he slowed down when he heard a voice coming from the open door. The doors normally didn't stay open but due to the med-bay being a little different the door was programmed to stay open longer in case of it needing to stay that way, it could always shut faster with a quick shout to the computer. It was fairly late so it was unlikely that anyone would be out and about so he wanted to try to convince himself that he was just hearing things but he knew the voice all too well, it was Mack, and he wasn't just reading something random, no of course not, he was reading something from his journal.
And Sparrow couldn't be more terrified and what it was
"I get dirty thoughts about you, they get worse when I'm without you. Does that mean that I'm going to hell, or are you thinking them as well?"
Sparrow heard the all too familiar words drip off of Macks lips, almost burning his stomach as he digested them
"When I'm lonely, all the corners of my mind start racing, things that should be kept in the basement, spend my time trying to erase them"
Sparrow wanted to move, he wanted nothing more but to race into the med-bay and snatch the book out of Macks hands, but he felt frozen
"But when you hold me in the fantasy it's so convincing, I shouldn't think the things I'm thinking, but now I've gone and let them sink in. The more that I push 'em away, the more that you're stuck in my brain, the more I mentally undress"
Sparrow didn't know how to react as his body felt like it had bursted into flames
"I confess, I get dirty thoughts about you, they're so strong that I'm about to say them all to you out loud, God can't save me now"
Mack just kept going and going
"I'm frustrated, Do you really look good naked?"
With hearing Mack read out the certain set of words Sparrow snapped out of his trance and did what he had just been thinking about, he raced into the med-bay and ripped the blue book from the other males hands as fast as he could. He knew he couldn't prevent Mack from reading what he already did but, maybe he happened to open the book to the page and read the lyrics? Maybe he didn't know they were about him?
"Mack what the hell?! Don't you know how rude it is to look into someone else's private things?" Sparrow simply hissed, not wanting to alert anyone who might be lurking about, feeling a bit better at hearing the med-bay door close.
"What are you doing in the med-bay anyways? Did you get injured or need me to look at something? I should probably look at that cut while you're here, it should be all healed up by now, but a check-up never hurt" Sparrow spoke while holding his journal behind his back, reaching out with his other hand to grab onto Macks wrist.
Sparrow had to blurt out his words to try to brush past what had just happened. The shorter male couldn't even look the other in the face, not with the bright blush he knew had to be covering his face, most likely spreading to the edges to his ears.
Just as Sparrow had a hold on Macks wrist to turn it, to possibly take his glove off to look at his very much healed hand, the taller male had spoke, answering Sparrow
"Don't you know how rude it is to draw someone like that without their permission?" Macks voice still held its usual stiff, slightly cold tone, but he was quiet, very quiet, as if he was whispering for only the two of them to hear.
Once again Sparrow stopped what he was doing, Mack saw a lot more then he would have liked and, again, he didn't know how to react to the situation. Quite simply put, the drawing was of the two in a rather spicy position
Sparrow had been silent for what felt like forever but it was most likely only a minuet or two, he cleared his throat as he slowly let go of the other. "I..." he paused for a few more moments "I'm sorry" he felt so... weird? He knew he felt embarrassed that was for sure, but other then that he just felt hot. He started to back away "Listen if you don't need anything I'm just gonna go, we don't have to talk about this ever again, we can just pretend like this never happened, just try your best to erase what you saw from your memory and-" When he had gotten to be about an arms length away, Sparrow suddenly felt a tight grip on his own wrist
"I never said I didn't like the drawing" Sparrows eyes widened at Macks words, his head snapping up to look at the other. He almost couldn't believe that Mack had said what he did, that was until he spotted the red dancing across Macks own face. Sparrow could only see half of Macks face due to Mack facing some counters and Sparrow was facing his side but he could tell Macks eyes were glued to the counter in-front of him, like he was still reading the journal. Like he was avoiding meeting Sparrows eyes "It was actually really good"
"You like my drawing of us?" Sparrow barely managed to whisper out, he was afraid, he was afraid he misheard Mack, or that what just happened could be just one big act, one big 'fuck you' from the other.
"Of course I do, how could I not like something that you do?" Sparrow swallowed, somewhat out of confusion
"Well, it's not exactly easy to tell that you ever thought of me like that, enough to like a drawing of us in a... rather steamy position. At most I thought you simply tolerated me, most of the time I'm convinced you genuinely want me off of the ship" Sparrow felt Macks grip get tighter as what he assumed was guilt flash over Macks features before Sparrow was pulled closer, Mack still facing the counter rather then Sparrow.
"I would rather launch the captain out of the air lock before even thinking about you leaving the crew"
Those words alone caused Sparrow to drop his journal, did Mack just tell him he would rather kill the captain then think about him leaving?
"Mack?" Sparrow asked, his voice still soft but louder then before. He could feel his heart beating in his ears, it was fast, loud, and heavy. Mack had still refused to look at Sparrow, in fact his eyes were in the opposite direction, almost like Mack was afraid Sparrow would turn sour, like Sparrow would tell him the drawing or the words he wrote were simply that, a drawing and some words, a drawing and some words with no meaning
"Mack look at me" Sparrow had spoke louder, slightly demanding that the other listen to his words and when Sparrow spoke again Mack did just that, even if he did so with a small pause, he slowly turned his head to look at Sparrow.
He didn't know what flipped inside of him, but Sparrow felt like he had to do it. With his now free hand Sparrow reached up and cupped one side of Macks face, placing his hand against the other like he was the most expensive piece of art Sparrow had ever seen. He guided the other down a bit, only stopping when their faces were centimeters apart "I feel the same way" Sparrow had lightly whispered, as if the captain was somehow listening to their conversation.
Before Sparrow knew it Mack had closed the distance in-between the two, connecting their lips as if Sparrows verbal confirmation was the green light to do something he had been dreaming about.
Mack had turned himself so he was finally facing Sparrow, pulling him closer, their chests colliding while placing his free hand onto Sparrows hip before letting go of Sparrows wrist. Mack settled his newly free hand in the middle of Sparrows back while Sparrow kept one hand on the others cheek, his other found its place on Macks shoulder, gripping at his uniform.
The kisses were anything but soft, but neither of the two were going to complain about that.
#iswm mack#mack#iswm mack x reader#iswm#iswm x reader#iswm self insert#iswm oc#f/o#f/o x reader#iswm mack x oc
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112 was almost perfectly fitted in the hide slot in the wall. Her heart was pumping a thousand miles per minute. Space Pirates landed on the ship and haven’t hurt anybody yet. But 112 was indeed the last one awake.
“It’s a ghost ship!” 112 sighed thankfully at the angered voice. “Not quite.” The cover was ripped off and 112 was yanked out. “EEP! Let me go!” 112 struggled but froze seeing the Amethyst blade. “We’ve got a BIRDY!” 112 hissed curling up mid air in their grasp.
“C’mon tell us where the values are. Not like you can’t!” 112 punched her captor just enough to be let go and bolted down the corridor. “CHANDLER!! DARK!! MARK! MACK!” 112 screamed her heart normally needed to be fast for flight. But it felt dizzying how fast her heart pumped.
112 looked up, seeing the speakers aligned the Halls. “COMPUTER!! WAKE THE CAPTAIN! AND THE HEADS!” 112 yelled as she desperately looked for another escape.
“Crew waking in. 3. 2. 1.” 112 heard the doors open and bolted into the room seeing a confused Chandler and Dark. “GUYS!! Help!” “112? What’s wrong.?” “PIRATES!” 112 looked behind and around and sighed slowly not seeing them.
Mack and Mark walked in with Gunther and Celci. “112 there isn’t a ship in miles. Your being illogical.” Chandler hummed almost with a smile. “But- they.! Maybe those where just. . Exhaust. . Can you walk me to my pod? I’m sorry.”
Mark and Mack gently held 112 up as the adrenaline fell. Chandler followed behind with Dark and Gunther. As Celci walked back to her pod.
The group paused hearing gruff voices down the hall and seeing the two large pirates. “BIRDY has some FRIENDS!” “Get. Off. My SHIP!” 112 growled wings opening and pushing Mark and Mack back. “Hm. No.” 112 jumped forward, her hands now talons almost identical to the ones on her feet as she slashed across one of their faces.
“112!” “GO! GO KEEP THE OTHERS SAFE!” 112 screeched her voice slowly turning more into a bird’s call. Feathers fell in the fight. Gunther unloaded his guns at the aliens and Chandler was frozen. The sounds of broken bird calls and screeched, the gun, and slowly. . The sound stopped.
112 was covered in purple blood. And her own. The blade deep inside her chest and peaked on the other side. “If I have to die. You are too! SEE YOU IN HELL BIRDY!” 112 sputtered blood erupting from her mouth. Chandler rushed to her side. Her eyes slowly losing life. “Captains!” Mack yelled as he turned the corner.
“We’re almost there. Chandler. Please. . . Don’t forget me? I-“ she coughed up blood as she fell onto Chandler, they sat on their knees holding 112. “Your not gonna die. Your not dying here! No. NO I WON’T LET YOU! CAPTAIN’S ORDERS!” 112 smiled fondly as tears splashed on her face. Her dopey smile when she did something stupid.
“I- I don’t have any more time. I wish I could’ve seen 500! Ha! Haha. . Remember when we joked with Damien? During the party? I was only 100 then! I knew he was the one for you. . Dark?” Dark kneeled down as her shakey hands hugged onto Chandler and him. “Take care of each other? Co-Captains orders? Mack? Please. . Please be a good Co-Captain? Bury me somewhere nice?”
112 laughed again but it was more shallow, less life into it. “112! No. I’ll get you to Med Bay!” Chandler stood up and stopped as 112 hissed in pain. “Chandler. . Finish this mission. . No matter how much I- I joked. I- I loved being your sister. I wish I met you before. Before Mark, before Damien, my time is up. . I’ll seea later. My sibling.“ 112 slowly went limp and Mack let out a sob.
She closed her eyes and a light smile covered her face. Her resting face. . Chandler fell to their knees looking up as tears fell from their eyes. Dark gently took 112 from their hands. “We’re almost there. We can fulfill her wish. . Let’s put her in some ice.” Chandler nodded and followed holding in a sob seeing 112’s limp wings.
Chandler looked back at the two intruders and rage swallowed them as they put their boot on one’s head. “Burn in hell.” They spat as their skull made a sick crack splattering purple blood on their mask.
They walked off getting to Cyro and Dark setting 112’s limp form into a ice box. Her closed eye smile stayed as Celci cried over the box. And Dark’s face was hard, almost confused. Thoughts racing from both souls in him.
Mack was outside, he couldn’t be in the same room as the box. His face was down covering his expression. 112 affected everyone on the ship. The sleeping colonizers would never meet her. . But her story will be told. Not as the irresponsible Captain who got herself killed, but a hero for taking out the intruders.
“What. . Happened?” Mark walked in looking around. “There’s a bunch of blood around the pirates. . Don’t tell me.” Mark looked at the box and around the room. “This is a joke? Right? All a prank? 112! 112!” Mark yelled and ran out the room looking around.
Chandler walked out. “Everyone. Get into your CyroPods. Now.” They hissed walking out and walked into the bridge.
They froze. And 112 died. Their the reason 112 isn’t there. Joking about how funny it would be if she died. Or how fast she took out the pirates. If they had ran to MedBay 112 wouldn’t have been choking on her own blood.
Their sister. Their only family left. . The one who never screamed in fear when Chandler took off their mask. Was gone. Forever. And HE would’ve laughed at them. Laughing how they got attached to his pawn. . . 112 was never his pawn.
They looked down seeing the center console about to crack with how hard they held on, and stray tears running down the screen.
They let go and looked at the time. “1 week. . . 112 I guess you’ll finally achieve that dream of yours. . I’ll find you the best flower felid to rest in. And I already miss you! Ha! Remember when we first died? You said you hope someone would bury you in your flower garden. Deep in the forest. But we both woke up that day. . You died twice trying to save me. Why me? Why do you have to make me miss you?” Chandler leaned over the console.
“Why would you save me? I’m Immortal? Why would you constantly rather die then let me feel pain?” A ring in their ear made them stand up and flip around. “Because she loved you. She loved us. I remember the first time we all met. She swore that we would take us for drinks. After the party. . But it’s never that simple.”
Dark sighed standing next to them. They looked out the window seeing the planet. A weeks trip worth of time. One week with 112’s corpse, and a forever with the guilt.
“It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s. Even if you did save her. She still would’ve died. That blade would’ve stuck her heart, she needs to be close for her attacks. They would have stabbed her anyhow.” Dark grumbled.
“Just wish I would’ve seen the spear. If I did maybe I could have done something.” “Hey! If I’m not aloud to be guilty neither are you! C’mon we can go get drinks, for 112.” Chandler wiped their eyes slowly. “For 112.” Dark repeated.
(Time skip)
The week was fast they landed and did a scan on the planet. Celci helped dress 112, In the traditional Harpy burial attire. Orange and Red robes and lace and two golden bands on her left leg.
She was slowly lowered into the ground in a casket, Painted with flowers and wings. There was a rough flat stone that Mark painted her name onto. Nobody could stand up to say anything about it. 112 affected everyone around her. Trying to be friendly. To be friends with everyone she meets.
She was the younger sibling everyone dreamed about. . . Chandler stood up and fished out the small flower that grew in the plant nursery. It was purple and pink. They dug out a small hole right where her wound would be. They gently put the roots inside the hole and buried them.
They stood up wiping their eyes. “They where my best friend. The one person that. Wasn’t scared of me. She saved me before all of this. She. . She risked her life so many times before. I’m kinda expecting for her to hop out and hug me. To yell ‘Got you!!’ And I would laugh. Because I knew it was a joke. But. . Her blood smeared all over my hands. And stained her suit. She’ll be missed.” They laughed looking down at their tear stained sleeve.
“She would have laughed at me now. Telling me how I’m ruining a good suit. 497 years old. Not even a even number.” Chandler sighed looking up. “She’ll be greatly missed. But I don’t think I can recover to tend to the colony. So I’ll leave it to Mack and Mark. Til I can actually close my eyes and not imagine her face.”
They walked to go sit down. For a moment of silence. And soon everyone started leaving rushing out and cleaning up. Hopefully to avoid everyone crying and the people in charge being unable to do anything. Dark gently rubbed their shoulder and they both walked into their cabin.
“You should go to bed. You need to rest hon.” Dark sighed as Chandler nodded and walked up the stairs. “I’ll. Seea later.” Chandler gave a peace sign and opened their door. Slowly changing into more comfortable clothes and getting under the covers. . In the morning. . Maybe they’ll wake up.? 112 will open up their pod giggling saying how they found a rock. Or they found a space suit and landed on a passing moon and got them some stuff.
Or maybe they’ll wake up. 112 will be buried under flowers and dirt, rotting away in a wooden casket, her wings will never move again. Her hands will never fix another ship, her voice will never yell another good morning. Her hair will never be braided again. Her eyes will Never EVER will hold life again.
And 112 will never walk again. .
Chandler at least. Thought so.
holy shit. oh my god. yOU WROTE A GODDAMN NOVEL THATS JUST A N G S T
i. i wake up and this.. thing... is the 1st thing i see. holy shit 112 /pos
I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY??? ITS SO GOOD THO,,, SWEET SWEET ANGST <3 <3 <3
all ik this is goin RIGHT in the faves
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ok now i want a millie note
(spiritual successor to this post go read it)
Maybe they’ve made it to the void. Maybe they haven’t. There’s more than one note, some in better condition than others.
The first one is in perfect condition.
Head Engineer Mark,
I don’t know if this is going to reach you, but you’re coming back, right? I’m just going to chuck it into the wormhole and hope for the best. I appreciate the sentiment, but I can’t do this alone. It’s a daunting task. I think I’m doing good for now, though
Like you said, Mack threw a fit when he found out the Computer recognizes me as the Head Engineer. He’s been giving me he stink eye ever since. It was really annoying at first, but now it’s just funny. Celci was also pretty annoyed, but she’s been saying she trusts my judgement, apparently. I can tell she misses having you around. She doesn’t appreciate the new ADS Knife Roomba like Gunther does.
Come home soon. Please.
— Millie F.
The next one is crumpled at the edges. The handwriting is a little shaky.
Head Engineer Mark,
It isn’t making sense. I don’t know why it’s not making sense. I’m doing everything right. It can’t be your computations, because it worked for you. It’s not you. It has to be me. I’m doing something wrong. I’ve been working with the rest of the engineering team. We’ve been doing our best. The loop keeps resetting our progress. I don’t know what to do. The team is losing morale, fast.
I can’t save everyone if I can’t save myself
There’s a crack in my glasses now, though. You know. My old timey retro ones. I sort of threw them across the room. Makes it hard to focus. It looks like a spiderweb.
I just want to save everyone. The colonists and crew are relying on me. I’m going to be a little honest, though. The Captain scares me.
I hope that you’re safe, wherever you are.
— Millie F.
The last one is fully wrinkled, like it’s been balled up and smoothed out. There are drops of water damage here and there. His writing is the messiest it's ever been.
Head Engineer Mark,
I can't do it. I'm sorry. All I wanted to do was save everyone and I can't even do that. I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you proud. I just wanted to show everyone that we can't lose hope.
I have an idea. It's stupid. It's insanely stupid and it's dangerous and I don't know what it's going to do to me or the ship or the whatever. But it's my last resort, and if I don't do this now, then we might not ever get out of this.
I still don't know if you can read these. But if you can, I won't tell you here. I'll tell you when we meet again. Because this is going to work. I'm going to find you and I might slap you but I'm going to find you and tell you everything.
If I can just access the warp core I think I'm going insane
I wish you let me say goodbye.
See you on the other side,
Millie
#☾ — in character#☾ — jumpinagain#☾ — millie#(hi i meant to do a soft one but i made an owie instead#i also did not mean to do three notes but that comes with the owie#also this might be a spiritual prequel to the millie-gin thing we're doing
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[ STARGAZING ] : for our muses to meet while stargazing — @theorycorp (his iswm verse perhaps...)
It’s not often that the Captain gets a break.
Generally, they spend every second being torn between a hundred different calls from the crew, Celci screaming at Mark about something pointless but infuriating enough to warrant a shouting match in the middle of cryo, Mack with some new error report in the engines, Gunther complaining that the ADS isn’t up to snuff, Burt rambling some nonsense in their ear, Tyler detailing an integrity weakness somewhere in the ships depths... It was all they could do just to get to all of it before collapsing into their bed, only to wake up eight hours later and start it all over again. Running a ship was hard work. Anything that could go wrong did at some point, and they were the one who got called in to figure out how to fix it.
But sometimes... Sometimes they get a moment of peace.
Just a few minutes. A gap between calls, when nothing desperately needs their attention, and they can simply rest a while. This time’s aligned with them passing one of Mark’s oddly placed windows, looking out into the endless expanse of stars and spacedust stretching out into the distance, and the Captain is awestruck. They step closer, bringing a hand to softly tap the glass as if they could simply reach out and take the stars in their grip if they tried. It’s easy to forget with all the rush that it’s a miracle they’re even here at all. That they’re piloting quite possibly the most important space flight in all of mankind’s history since the Apollo missions. That they’re in space.
It’s beautiful. It’s terrifying. It’s humbling. It’s hypnotising.
They’re so caught up in the view that they almost don’t notice someone joining them, barely catching the movement in their peripheral. It’s not a crew member they recognise immediately, searching their mind for a name... Oh. Casper. Works under Mack, they think. They haven’t had the chance to speak yet.
The view’s almost good enough to excuse the blatant engineering fault of putting windows on a space ship, they start, hoping their joking tone comes across in their signs and helps break the ice of a Captain speaking to a crew mate somewhat. Almost.
#; fragments of fragments (ic)#; through the glass (asks)#; a child of the universe (iswm)#; theorycorp#; but that’s just a theory (Casper)
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Levitating - Head Engineer Mark x Captain Fanfic
“There are no secrets that time does not reveal.”
—Jean Racine
Part Eleven:
Scene: Invincible II, Cryogenics Control Room
[CELCI is seen speaking to ACTOR MARK. The two seem to be in a heated discussion.]
CELCI: Whoa, whoa. Hold on, what do you wanna do?
ACTOR MARK: I think if we just... remove a couple hundred colonists or so, the ship would run a lot more smoothly.
CELCI: How? And what would we even do with them?
ACTOR MARK: Well, some of these cryo-chambers are in desperate need of repair and---as we all know---there just aren’t enough staff aboard this ship to do all the maintenance needed. So, I was thinking we could lessen the issue at least somewhat if we just... got rid of the colonists in the damaged cryo-chambers.
CELCI: That’s absurd. Where would they go?
ACTOR MARK: Um... out of the airlock?
CELCI: You’re joking, right? You’re not seriously that stupid, are you? We can’t just kill the colonists!
ACTOR MARK: I mean, we’d only be killing a couple hundred of them. That’s a small fraction of the total amount.
CELCI: Uh, no! That’s genocide! What the hell is wrong with you? Shouldn’t you be busy following the Captain around or something?
ACTOR MARK: No? I have an important job to do on this ship, you know.
CELCI: [scoffing] Ah, right. You tryna get Janitor of the Month or something? Hey, how does it feel to be demoted from Head Engineer? That must really hurt your fragile little ego.
ACTOR MARK: What do you---oh, right. Uh, I suppose it does, yes.
CELCI: [rolling her eyes] Ugh, whatever. Unlike you, I have a real job to keep up with around here. Oh, and how many times do I have to mention that I don’t want you cleaning in here? Trouble always seems to follow close behind you, Asshat.
ACTOR MARK: [with a scowl] You’ll regret not taking my advice. This ship is doomed---you’ll see.
Scene Change: Invincible II, hallway
[MARK sets his cleaning supplies aside and approaches the main control room. Since it’s currently around lunchtime, he figured he should ask the CAPTAIN if they’d like to head to the cafeteria with him and grab something to eat. As MARK nears the door, though, he overhears the CAPTAIN talking to someone.]
CAPTAIN: [muffled, MARK only catches some of the conversation] ...go back where? No... I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Who’s that? He’s... No, I don’t think so. I’m sorry. You know I can’t... don’t wanna upset Mark. No, he isn’t... I know, it’s confusing... No, we really aren’t... It’s okay... Yeah, so can you help me? Okay, good. No, don’t worry... I won’t tell Mark. Yes, I’m quite good at keeping secrets.
[MARK doesn’t know what to make of the strange conversation. Whoever the CAPTAIN is talking to, MARK isn’t close enough to hear them. He wonders what sort of secret the CAPTAIN might be keeping from him. He wonders if he should confront the CAPTAIN about what he’s just overheard.]
Scene Change: Invincible II, control room
[The CAPTAIN sighs loudly and runs a hand down their face. A message on their portable tablet tells them that it’s finally time for lunch. They pick up their previously discarded face-visor, as well as their Invincible standard-issue Captain uniform.
Putting it back on after the events of the past fifteen-ish minutes feels weird, but the CAPTAIN knows it’s better to be slightly uncomfortable and sweaty in the extra layer of clothing than to risk having someone walk in and question why they’re standing in the middle of the control room half-clothed.
And, as it turns out, it’s a very good thing that the CAPTAIN puts their uniform back on, because only a few minutes later MARK walks in.]
MARK: [smiling brightly] Hello, Captain. I was wondering if you’d like to grab some lunch with me in the cafeteria.
CAPTAIN: [smiling back, though it looks a bit forced] Sure, Mark. I’m starving.
MARK: [with a chuckle] You do look a bit sweaty, Captain. Have you been trying out Gunther’s fifteen-minute workout routine? I’ve heard it can really work up a sweat, if you know what I mean.
CAPTAIN: [nervously] Oh... no. I mean, only fifteen minutes? That’s a pretty short amount of time. Certainly not enough time to get any, uh, aggressive exercises accomplished.
MARK: [looking confused] Um, I never said they were aggressive. Are you all right, Captain?
CAPTAIN: Yeah! Yeah, of course. I’m just, uh, hungry. Really, really hungry.
MARK: [with a laugh] All right. I get it. Say no more, my dear Captain. The cafeteria awaits us.
CAPTAIN: [following MARK out of the control room] Yes. Food. Food is good. Can’t wait to... eat some.
MARK: [turning back to look at the CAPTAIN] Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You seem a little nervous.
CAPTAIN: [voice higher-pitched than usual] What? No, I’m good. I’m great. Today’s a great day.
MARK: Okay... if you say so, Captain.
[The CAPTAIN feels bad for having to lie to MARK, but they know it’s for the best. He won’t understand. He’ll be upset with them, surely. He can’t know... at least not yet.]
For previous parts of this story please check out the pinned post on my profile.
https://missxfaithc.tumblr.com/post/682465956921032704/levitating-head-engineer-mark-x-captain-fanfic
#markiplier#in space with markiplier#inspacewithmarkiplier#ISWM#mark edward fischbach#youtube#youtubers#youtube originals#actor mark#darkiplier#fanfiction
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Guncanons
Just some things to get us started while I keep working on a proper about page! There’s no particular order to them, just know there’s spoilers and that’s why it’s under a read-more.
Now that I’m reading over it, a lot of this will actually be helpful for the about page. Whoops. xD
Yes, the ‘B’ stands for ‘Bullet’.
He’s laid back. Years of explosives training has helped him learn how to remain calm under pressure. Even if his ideas aren’t always the best, his (usually) grounded demeanour can help lessen the panic.
It means that he did try to apply for the vacancy of ‘Captain’ when it came up. He lost out, but he isn’t bitter about it.
G.unther's a man who respects authority and the smooth procedure of running any sort of ship. In a default ‘everything is still bad but not the absolute worst scenario’, he does appreciate the Captain and is on good-neutral terms with them. He’s very laid back, and thinks that having a new face at the head of the team might help liven things up amongst the other heads of staff.
While he is the lead of ADS, he is a slightly lower rank than Celci, Mark and Burt (not taking the role of ‘ASSHAT’ into account). If they tell him to stop, he’ll stop.
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One big idea I'm liking is that he has a very strong sense of justice. This can be either be because he is Abe recast, or he's a new person with shards of the Detective in his soul (like how I write Damien on b.lueheartedmayor! Click here for a little more info on that). What this means is that if anything happens to link him to Abe somehow, the foundations are already in place.
He comes from a background where truth and integrity matter. If something is foul, he wants it set right. This is why he’s so adamant on accusing the Captain when things go so badly wrong. He doesn’t have the same insight we have, and instead has to rely on hearsay and grounded logic. Since all decisions have to go through the Captain, and the Captain made the final choice, he places the blame on them. Them disappearing due to powers out of their control only shows itself as them abandoning their post in the ship’s time of need.
He doesn’t hate the Captain at this point, it should be noted. If they had passed the role willingly, he would have let them stay and try to help fix things.
Luckily, this hunt wasn’t for naught. Him focusing on the idea of finding a traitor was what kept him sane compared to C.elci and B.urt. He's not in charge of these important systems, he doesn't understand the dangers and risks that are lurking under the surface. But what he DOES know at one stage is that C.elci has made the cyro base room WAY too cold, and B.urt is trying to fuse himself with a computer. How can either of those options help with finding the truth?
This, in turn, inspires the mutiny. If he can outrank Celci and Burt, neither of them will be able to go ahead with their crazy ideas. Gunther doesn't have any solutions on how to fix this, but he is willing to try over and over if it means they can find a way to save the colonists.
He might be far too proficient with guns, but Gunther isn't trigger happy. Using the mutiny as the example, he aims the gun, but there's never any actual risk. Neither option gets the Captain killed because they can escape. But he's stalling for time and looking for a peaceful resolution, or for the Captain to confess.
He did take a similar approach to Mark with the wormholes. He tried shooting it, then jumped in to try to get a better shot. It didn't work, and the bullets whipped back around to kill him. Unlike Mark and the Captain, however, no doors could be found. He has nothing to do with the problem, and so the wormhole opted to shut him out. When he tried jumping in another time, he was brought through and spat back out.
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Gunther is fairly popular. He's not too eccentric, nor is he too boring. He has shared tales of his past to the other crew while they were working together, and is in charge of helping with weapon training. Similarly, others can come to him if they have a problem. Said problem solving might involve pointing a gun at someone until they talk, but it works!
I'm still trying to read up on it, but apparently one can chew cigars. Apparently, one isn't supposed to hold a lit cigar in the mouth. However, it seems an unlit cigar used for chewing tobacco might be a viable alternative? It would also make sense given that a lit cigar could be a danger with all the ammo he deals with.
He tried to teach C.hica how to use a gun. C.elci stopped him almost immediately.
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In the early timeline split where they successfully colonise a planet despite losing Mark, he becomes very loyal to the Captain. He's got the gunpower (both weapons and strength) to help with jobs as needed. He oversees the security and defense systems, as well as hunting before the colonists were properly established.
In the other timeline split where they colonise a planet but Mark does everything for the Captain, Gunther keeps his distance. He can see something isn't right but... It's not really his place to step in. Not when there's a chance of an immediate demotion.
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i dont exactly remember what happened in the route that leads to the cap being cryo'd by CC, but imma assume mark's alive the whole time
so imagine instead of illinois, yancy or whoever else may find the cap there, its space!mark.
he spent AGES asking around for the captain, but noone answered him, or just said "dunno" and he FINALLY gets a lead from someone that they might be in a cryo pod.
(now, i dont actually remember where the cap was frozen in ISWM, but for this imma assume it was in the main control room, where caps and marks pods usually are.)
now, mark's been searching for the dang captain for what feels like a week straight. mans hasnt slept a WINK. so he just stumbles his way towards the control room, and orders the computer to wake them up cuz its an emergency.
...
nothing happens.
so mark just does what he does best. starts breaking shit, and by shit i mean the cap's cryo door.
its frozen shut. something that should NOT be possible OR allowed. it puts the person inside in too much danger, both of just freezing to death and of them not being able to get out.
finally, the door is broken off, but oh god.
the captain is frozen solid. imagine smth like birdley from deltarunes snowgrave route. that.
their whole pod is just. ice. and mark can k ly vaguely see whats inside. but it really does appear to be the captain.
and now theres an emergency meeting because WHAT. i bet CC is blamed cuz shes literaly jn charge of cryo i think. and because of what truly might be a murder attempt of their beloved captain, she herself is probably locked away in cryo.
now its time to pray they can free the captain from all the ice. i'd like to think they succeed and the cap ends up surviving and recovering because plot convinience.
they end up confessing that yes it was CC who did this, but instead it was fully by force. cap didnt have ANY options to even try defending themselves.
and now i present, CC trying to pull this same shit but its in space swirl and bodyguard!dark would rather be put in a room with 10 wilfords than leave caps side :
CC : hey cap :) can we chat :)
cap : oh sure, whats up?
CC : oh its private, could he uhhj leave us alone for a minute? :)
dark : no.
CC : i wasnt askin y--
dark : n o .
and thats how dark prevented a murder. not CC killing cap, he was restraining HIMSELF by saying "no" to when he wanted to strangle CC. my man didnt even hear a thing she said i bet.
and even if she did somehow end up cryo-ing the cap, she'd have an eldriitch demon on her ass, featuring a VERY pissed mark who are not above hunting her for sport.
cap will be fine tho, dark can probably reality bend a bit to what their body was like before being iced.
ive noticed i have a knack for making y/n and/or dark suffer in every ask i send in. oops.
Oh! In that route Cap basically jumps from Gunther's rebellion to Burt merging with the computer to Celci believing that freezing everyone is for the "greater good" (if you choose "think of the colonists" each time).
Mark's completely absent which is strange but I'll assume he's alive in this timeline too and Cap kept warping around the ship to find him.
He'd try to find out where they are but everyone's already frozen over (and Burt, Celci, and Gunther are hostile to him, since they blame him for all the shit that went wrong too) so his worst fear comes true when he does, indeed, find Cap in a frozen state as well.
It wasn't actually attempted murder (since Cap willingly goes if they choose TotC, as Celci seems genuine when she says they can rest and not worry about anything anymore) but Mark's still gonna be pissed off, especially if there's a reset.
Least to say she’s gonna be very confused when Mark isn’t as sassy around her as he usually is and is just snappy/giving the silent treatment
#as for dark?#hm#he'd probably be shocked and uncomfortable if he learned that#considering the damien video where he lived in the cold for a long time with celine trying to protect him#just an eerie parallel#clanask#iswm spoilers
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AirLock Anon:
Aliens: so your the Alpha?
Captain in full armor nervously nodding: more like Captain but we can go with that!
Aliens: and that is is your pack?
Captain slowly nodding getting a Smug Grin; yes! And this is my wonderful mate! *picks up Mark* isn’t he adorable?
Aliens nodding: yes yes of course Captain of the Humans. You two shall share a room?
Mark too flustered to speak: HHHHhhHhHhHhhHhhHhHHh
Gunther: Oh ABSOLUTELY. Captain’s MATE won’t ever SHUTTUP Without Captain!
Celci laughing: we hear it all the time while Captain is working.
Captain nodding: yes we shall share a bed.
[the whole crew ships it and its so funny]
Alien: What's wrong? Why do your faces change colors?
#i saw this thought this and had to make it real#was gonna draw my own alien but i remember the ahwm alien#clanask#airlock anon#iswm#ahwm#space mark#captain yn#ahwm alien#my drawings#armored captain yn
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