#iswm x captain y/n

[breadyeetking]

Dude new headcanon that is so heartwarming to me. I love the idea captain has friend ship bracelets with there head crew (Mark,Mack,Gunther,Celci, and Burt) all have there name.

I can see mark being like a happy puppy when captain gave him his. Like thanks you 100xs and gives you a hug (if you like hugs of course)

Mack probably acted like he didn’t care and said he was going to throw it away. It currently lives in his pant pocket or one on his shirt.

Gunther would act all chill like “thanks captain” he definitely wears it but it breaks a lot and he tries to fix it on his own. But if he can’t fix it he will go to you (the captain) and ask you to fix it.

Celci would be shocked but would happily accept it. She definitely wears it but make sure it won’t get damaged at all. She definitely looks at it if she feels upset. Brings her comfort.

Burt was the calm one. He definitely loves it like everyone else and it makes him feel appreciated. He definitely thanks you in a weird poetry way like he always dose.

All in all I think they would love them no matter what and treasure it.

[rhys-blacklight]

This is from my old blog, enjoy!

“Captains Call”

Summary: My take on the “Hold On” ending of ISWM. Also the Captain can speak, but is very quiet.

Warnings: General sadness, spoilers for ISWM, angst, not proofread

Words: 517

This is also completely platonic.

The Captain sat down in front of the warp core, head in their hands, sighing a mix of despair and relief. Mark was behind them, so they thought.

He sat down next to the Captain, who didn’t move a muscle. For once, it was like they didn’t know what to do. Like they were lost. Through all of this it was shots of adrenaline, one after another disaster, dying all those times and never having the luxury of so much as a break. They’ve died, they’ve killed, and for what? For a dead starship in a sea of dying stars?

“I… I built the warp core.? It was me?” Mark finally broke the silence. The deafening, horrible silence, though this was hardly better. “..It was me.?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” The Captain spoke. Mark wasn’t quite sure he’d ever heard them utter more then a couple words once every blue moon or so.

Mark looked up at them, who was idly staring at the ground, their eyes glazed over with a look of exhaustion. Mark expected anger, rage. Maybe the Captain expected it too, but there was nothing. If anything, there was sympathy.

Mark closed his eyes, looking down. “Captain.. Captain I’m tired.” He said that as if it wasn’t already completely obvious. The bags under his eyes and the look of weariness. He had died far more then the Captain had, and you could tell by how he carried himself, how he talked, everything.

The worst part is that he didn’t die quick by a gunshot or head trauma like the Captain, if he was really here for as long as he claimed, it would have been dehydration that took his life. No doubt one of the slowest and most painful ways to go.

The Captain felt horrible. This was their crew. Their head engineer. They were meant to keep things this this from happening, it was their job to make sure nothing went wrong and yet… everything seemed so, so horribly awful.

“I don’t think I’ve slept, I don’t think I’ve slept at all..” He turned to face the Captain, this was the first time they made eye contact since Mark was begging them to let him go while the Captain looked him in the eyes while they destroyed what he spent an eternity in hell making, which already felt like an eternity ago. “Have… Have you..?”

The Captain shook their head and choked out what was meant to be a laugh, but sounded more like a choked sob and smiled a sickly sweet smile that was meant to be comforting. “No, no I don’t think I have.”

Mark nodded, looking back down at his feet with a a combination of regret, shame and agony painted on his face.

“Like I said—“ The Captain stood up, offering their hand to him to help him up. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over, we can go back to our ship and finally land on that planet with our colony. We can have what we wanted. Finally. Deal?”

Mark looked up at them, took their hand and nodded. “Deal.”

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

duality of my favourite ships :)

[districtattorney404]

the memories kept coming back to me...

oh Engy, how can I respond to your love now...?

[captainrose35]

So like has literally NO ONE done an In Space with Markiplier role swap?! Like Engineer Mark goes through the wormhole, warp core, universes are being destroyed shit and the Captain is the one he finds different versions of in these universes and has an old version?! Oh and the warp core scene at the end where the Captain is the one to hit Mark, take the crystal and give the whole speech! Because then he's the one faced with the choice of letting the person he admires go or hold on for dear life! Then we get the "It's my fault." speech in the Hold On ending from the Captain!! I mean come on! Surely it's been done already and I just haven't looked hard enough right?! RIGHT?!

[clemblog]

Clem’s Markiplier Oneshots

•••

Mack wants his partner, Y/N, to take a break. Mack always gets his way.

——

[i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this]

I would love to see some more Camp Counsellor Mark fluff next time you get the chance~. He seems really sweet the way you write him and I think he deserves lots of smooches~ 💚

You deserve it(Camp Mark x GN Reader)

Summary- You live the perfect life with Mark, something out of a fairytale. You can't help but wonder if you deserve it, Mark is there to reassure you that you deserve all of it.

TW's- little self deprecation, fluff, on the shorter side under 1k words

SOOOO I actually wrote this a month ago and thought I posted it, turns out I didn't to my horror. I am also so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it. I was in a mood when I wrote this so hopefully, it's fluffy enough for you all! Thanks, again and I'm actually starting a small business ( Keep an eye out, you all will like it)

Masterlist

Join the taglist

Nothing could beat this. You sat on your cozy ass couch next to a warm fireplace drinking some hot cocoa that your amazing boyfriend made for you. The view of the snowy forest made the moment perfect. 

When your nature-loving boyfriend had suggested moving out to a cabin in the woods you were iffy (we've all seen that horror movie), but looking back on it, you were happy you said yes. A part of you never thought you would have any of this, you thought maybe you would die alone, but you were okay with that. Though this was much better. 

You looked at the love of your life hugging your side and laughing at his favorite movie. You were so thankful for the off-season, camp was amazing, but seeing Mark so relaxed made your heart flip in your chest. He had lost his usual counselor uniform and hat. He was instead wearing some red plaid PJ pants and no shirt, his dark hair a mess, and his tan skin a little less tan because of the winter season. His dark eyes sparkled in joy, you had no idea why he loved Yogi Bear so much, but if it made him happy it made you happy. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer to him, making sure the blanket covered you both. Mark turned his head with a soft smile, 

“What are you staring at Darlin?” he asked, you blushed being caught starring at him,

“The love of my life, the light of my life, the apple of my eye.” You answered pressing kisses all around his face. Mark let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing your face gently and placing a kind kiss on your lips. 

“ You are absolutely amazing, I do hope you know that Darlin.” He said, before starting to get up. You let out a groan before wrapping your arms around him, stopping his attempt to leave. 

“Wheeeeere are you going? Why must you leave me?” You joked, 

“ I am going to refill our coco and add wood to the fire. I promise I'll be right back.” He replied, Take your cup. With another groan, you let him go and rolled off the couch watching him walk to the kitchen laughing gently. 

You smiled before standing up and walking over to the window, it was snowing outside and while the cold was a bitch, it also is really pretty, 

You let out a sigh, this moment is perfect, but you can't help but feel like you don't deserve it. You never thought you would have this kind of dream life, and maybe you don't deserve it. A pang of guilt hit your chest, you weren't a perfect dream kind of person, you were

Just you. 

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you interrupting your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder to see Mark with his messy hair. 

“ Now, Now Darlin what's got that glum look on your face.” He asked, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“I don't really know, it's kinda stupid.” 

“ If it's making you feel sad then it can't be dumb,” Mark stated pulling you close. 

“Well,” you sigh, “ Everything is amazing, I live in a beautiful cabin in a beautiful place with my amazing boyfriend and I have no worries. “ You paused 

“ Though I’m not sure I deserve this kind of fairytale romance. It looks like we popped right out of a storybook and well.” You looked away from the window, “ I'm not royalty.” 

Mark frowned. He turned you around and held your hands,

“ You may think that, but to me, you're above royalty. You are such an amazing person, “ he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “you deserve to have a fairytale romance.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He quickly pressed kisses all over your face, before leading you to the middle of the living room. He took the blanket off your shoulder, and before you could protest he threw it on the sofa and pulled you close. He yelled out 

“ Computer plays the dancing playlist.” and soft slow classical music started to play. 

He grabbed your hand and placed the other on your waist. He kissed you and started to lead you around the room. 

He spun you around the room and dipped you until it got dark. That day Mark had made you feel like royalty, and all your worries had been quickly kicked from your mind. The only thoughts you had were about dancing with Mark for the rest of your life. You had known Mark was your person and you loved him, but if you didn't know it already you would have learned that day. 

You both collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily. Mark pulled you on top of him and cuddled you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and closed your eyes. This moment was perfect and you both deserved it. 

“ I love you so much, Darlin.” You smiled, 

“I love you too Mark.” 

You and Mark deserve each other, and he made sure you knew that.

Masterlist

Join the taglist ( so you know when I update )

|| Taglist||

@authorracheljoyoy @lubunniii @crazy-obsessed-enbys-boyfriend@destructive-moonn @tinyboxxtink @weed-gummyies @clickbait-officiall @the-actor-you-love-to-hatee @captain-m-faye @raccoonsstinkybunns @jupiterkattt @choo-choo-trainwreck@cheeseburger-skate @cryptidjester @dark-cipherr @your-voice-is-mellifluous @orchid-356356

[cass-rambles]

Ah, fuck it. I like writing prompts.

So, ever since the whole ”destroying the universe” incident, he still holds an incredibly amount of guilt and often apologizes too much and has the occasional panic attack over the incident, what would the captain do to help him calm down and move on? and maybe Mark would return the favor by helping them overcome their trauma?

🧑‍🦯 legimitely forgot I had things in my inbox for SO FUCKING LONG dear god, hsbadjhs anyways anon :] I hope you enjoy even though it's very short and late tw: panic attacks, self-destructive/self-harming behavior, stay safe folks! ⟢

◟ my ways are wearing me down

It hasn't gotten better. Mark thinks shallowly as the ringing inside his head continues, piercing through his senses like a tainted dagger, lungs squeezing nearly painfully inside his ribcage.

He doesn't tell you/the captain about his nightmares or his panic attacks. Why would he? After all, it's all his fault. He's- was the source of your torment. He caused it. The constant loop, the reactor, the universe slowly falling apart as you both tried to save it. It's a shame he realized so late the misery was unfolding right by his hands, the gloves hiding from sight his blood and tragedy-painted hands.

He has trouble sitting near you, even the closest brush against his captain sending his mind reeling into a black captivating pit in the worst of ways.

He loves you for God's sake! Yet he has caused you so much pain.

When you finally encounter him in a usually unvisited by any members of your crew technical room, curled up against one of the walls, pressing himself tight into it as his hands pull at his hair mercilessly-

Your heart breaks just a little.

"Mark?" His name echoes out through the room as you take cautious steps to his form, slipping to the floor to his level.

The crew member doesn't respond, even more so curling up into the tight space as he hears your gentle voice.

You wordlessly shuffle closer, pulling away his hands from him, blowing on the fingers as you murmur to him:

"Your lovely locks are going to fall apart if you keep tugging at them so harshly."

It's no surprise that he chokes up hearing your words, taking a few sharp breaths in before he speaks out, as usual, guilt clawing at his throat.

"Why do you treat me like this? After all, I've done-- After what I've made you go through, all the blame- I don't deserve it. I don't deserve your kindness."

"You shouldn't blame yourself so much. I may not be, well. Over it. But despite everything I still care about you, Mark."

You keep a hold of his hands gently as you start taking deep breaths in, the look you send Mark motioning for him to follow your motions.

"Please don't give up. Please. A captain needs their head engineer by their side. I need you by my side."

The quietness of your voice and the broken edge of sadness to it is enough to make the man tip his head up, forcing himself to look at you. You still think he looks gorgeous, despite the teary face, exhaustion-stained face, and ruffled like a nest hair.

"You won't give up on me, will you Captain?" He asks somewhat steadily, although his words are spoken out hoarse, unsure. "Never. Captain's word."

And for now, it's enough. For both of you.

⟢ 🎡

i love these softies ahwbhhawh

[spookieypookie]

I feel like I should promo my fanfic on here, so...

It's a captaineer part coffee shop au part post iswm fic and it has 29/30 chapters complete. I would love to see some comments and love on it.

[whatthesavannah]

My Y/ns pt.4

ISWM

Name: Astrid Civis Valentine

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Gender Identity: Genderfluid

Relationship Status: Dating someone

Family: Stan the water man(bio father), Captain Magnum(step-father), Esme Dove Iplier(sister), Kitty Jade Hugo(sister), Mark E. Iplier(brother-in-law)

Relationships:

Dark: They have no idea who the fuck he is but all they know is their sisters don’t like him so neither do they, he doesn’t understand them as a person at all

Wilford: They’re pretty sure he confused them for Kitty, he kinda freaks them out a little, and they’re pretty sure he’s the only person that can resist their charm

Yancy: Yeah, he also confused them for Kitty, they don’t really have an opinion on him

Captain Magnum: I mean, they don’t have a bad opinion on him, kinda just meh, they’re just happy that their dad’s happy

Engineer!Mark: They’re special boy :)

Celci: She can be a little strict for their taste but it’s understandable

Gunther: Yeah, they like him as much as Mark does

Burt: They quite enjoy his company

Mack: FUCK NO. JUST. FUCK HIM.

Tyler: *head pats*

Danny: Honestly, they really like him! But not like that

Brian: They have a mutual respect for eachother, in a ‘we’re both way more powerful then everyone here and we’re great cause of it’ way

Bandit: Hell yeah, women

Allu(Lady): They really do like them.. until they try to kill them

Occupation: Space Captain

Song for vibes: Gallowdance, Lebanon Hanover

Ok byyeeee!!!

[jrtbo]

that's f*cking masterpiece.😤👌💖💘

Iswm if captain could speak/act on their own before they got interrupted

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Mark: "I SPENT AN ENTIRETY IN HELL REBUILDING THAT STUPID MACHINE AND YOU-"

Captain/Yn: do you not see you built the warped core in the first place?! MAYBE IF YOU SAW HOW DANGEROUS IT WAS YOU'D NEVER USE IT AS A POWER SOURCE!"

Mark: "I..."

Captain/Yn: "*starts going off on how people kept on blaming them for what mark did*"

Iswm: wait this isn't how this is supposed to go-

Captain/Yn: "shut the fuck up-"

Mark: "who are you talking to???"

Captain/Yn: "No, because bye *uses wormhole device that was somehow there again to go back to see Yancy*"

=-=-=-=-=-=

Wug: "would you like a cookie?"

Captain/Yn: "*stops themself from saying no* ofcourse, I'd love one wug"

Wug: *happy noise*

=-=-=-=-=-=

Yancy: *performing 'the last goodbye'*

Wormhole device: ok say bye bye now

Captain/Yn: No.

Wormhole device: Wait wha- *gets ripped off of the captain's hand and thrown onto the window, which breaks the window in the process*

Captain/Yn: *jumps on the table and through the window while yancy and the others stop their performance in confusion and shock*

Captain/Yn: *hugs yancy and cries*

[breadyeetking]

I have a Headcanon about Mack that I love with my whole heart. I know it’s like fanoncanon that Mack is a simp for us (captain) like mark. But I love the idea that he follows us around making sure we’re ok. Not in a yandere way or anything but like making sure we don’t get injured or if we do he’s the first to help. Obviously complains about it but still helps us no matter what.

[elenavr13]

Crew Party

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: None

*Pre-ISWM*

*You meet your crew & notice that a lot of them act strangely around you. You decide to point it out to Mark.*

Y/N’S POV

           “Am I the only one who thinks the crew is acting a little weird?” I comment.

           “How so? They’re probably just excited for the mission. I bet it’s that speech you gave them.” Mark lightheartedly elbows me in the arm.

           “I don’t know. It’s like…well…they were acting just fine before I showed up.”

           “You are the captain. Of course they’re going to act differently around you.”

           “I don’t think acting like you like the Captain is how you typically treat whoever is captain.”

           Mark gives me a confused look. “Everyone likes you. I don’t understand what you’re pointing out.”

           “No, Mark, they’re acting like they like me, like they love me. Do you not hear all the murmuring about how attractive I am? Do you not see how some of them just stare admiringly, longingly at me?”

           “They have every reason to.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Mark’s tan skin tone turns dark red. “Uh…w-what I’m trying to say is that…it’s not that you’re not attractive. It’s just that…uh…y-you kind of just have that…effect on people, you know.” I find him stumbling over his words to be precious & humorous. He is desperately trying not to blatantly admit I am attractive but he also doesn’t want to confute it. Had he not made the first move, I would have never done this, but alas he did & I’m not going to miss this opportunity to make fun of my best friend.

           “I just have that effect on people?” I bounce up on my toes to peck him on the cheek. Even from that brief second my lips hold contact with his skin, I feel how hot his face is. “Is that why you kissed me first?” Somehow his cheeks flush an even darker shade of red.

           “Hey, Cap, you just gonna spend all day in there or you gonna get this party started?” A new voice, which I recognize as Gunther’s, breaks the tension between me & Mark. He leans on the door frame with his cigar in his mouth. “Is he okay?” He removes his cigar & points it in Mark’s direction. Mark gives him a small, forced smile & a singular, stiff nod.

           “He’ll be fine. In the meantime, let’s give him some space.” I say before leaving my flustered engineer in the room by himself, not before flashing him a smile.

 *You continue to tease him, usually by suddenly kissing his cheek when in private. Eventually, your relationship with him develops into something a little more than just a friendship although neither of you will admit it when Celci or Gunther try to make either of you confess.*

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

tiny Captain

[supernatural-bias]

━"Things Best Forgotten"

━Tw: Mentions of muder, truama, angst, derealization, ect

━Notes: I'm so sorry but at the same time have angst <3. Based on this request

━Song: "Your Sister Was Right" By Wilbur Soot

"It's you."

Two words.

Two words that brought the world crashing down around you.

Resolve crumbled away into nothing. The light behind your bright eyes dimmed, mirroring the shortness of breath in your burning lungs.

It hurt to see him. Hurt to hear his voice. To be bombarded with his smile. His stupid crooked smile that at one point would unleash a storm of butterflies in your stoumache.

Your only hope was that this was a different universe. That this wasn't your Wilford. The same man who had shot you through the heart and gone insane.

Your hope was short-lived.

He looked so different. Yet so much of the same man that you'd laughed with.

Cried with.

Love each other with.

"Gumdrop?"

Fuck.

Too much. It's too much.

The blinding lights and party streamers surrounding the two of you made you want to vomit. It was too bright. Too much of a reminder of that fucking mansion you had been trapped in for ages.

The sound of lightning still made you jump to this day.

You hadn't even realized you'd been crying untill a painful hiccup passed your lips.

The sound of Wilfords voice dripping with concern and a heart wrenching apology meant nothing to you. Hardly anything did any more.

Memories bubbled to the surface like scars. Damien. Celine. Marc. Dark.

A mirror

You recalled a mirror

It was cold in there

Maybe that's why you found yourself in the endless confines of space. Becuase no matter how hard you tried to push down the memory of what happened that fateful night you couldn't. It followed you everywhere.

So cold.

You leaned into the hand that was being placed in your back, rubbing in slow circles over your black jump suit. Even through the layers of clothing serperating the two of you, you still felt fire scortch your skin with and invisible brand.

Tears cascaded down still, not pausing in their cries of sorrow untill a few moments later.

"You're not supposed to be here yet gumdrop." Wilford mumbled. His voice was much quieter than you'd ever heard from him.

You just looked at the man through your blurry vision.

He stared right back, lips twitching downwards slightly.

The silence stretched on. You hadn't pushed his hand away yet, but you were no longer leaning into his soft touch.

It made Wilfords heart ache for reasons he couldn't explain.

He could see the anguish in your eyes.

He could see how you had come to terms with things a while ago.

How there would be no happy ending for you. No right decision that would bathe you in the peace and calm you so longed for.

There would only be the reminder of that mansion. A burning in your heart that so mimiced the bullet that had pierced it.

It just happened that some things were better off forgotten.

[yancy1nancy]

Did the Captain ask for coffee??

Inspired by a piece I saw but I can't remember who did it and I can't find it (◞‸◟)

I was gonna wait to post this until I actually finished the colour but I'm starting to think that this will never get finished... so enjoy I guess