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braisedhoney · 2 years
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Don’t you know it’s rude to wake someone when they’re trying to rest?  First (You are here!) - Next @tracobuttons (tagged as requested)
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d-structive · 2 years
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Eh. Once again, it looked cooler in my head. ...But I liked this guy, so... PLEASE, DO NOT USE OR REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION. MY ART IS NOT FREE TO USE!
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in-space-with-wug · 2 years
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may i request something fluffy along the lines of a captain with severe sleep deprivation and a sheer stubborn will to keep on trudging on after everything, with our good ol’ engineer mark finally getting them to relax? thankyou!
A soft knocking at the door pulls you back to New Earth. You wipe the crust from the corners of your eyes and call out a gravelly "Come in."
The door doesn't creak as it opens, both from good building and good caretaking. The fluffy head of your semi-trusted head engineer pokes in before his body follows. He has a mug in his hands as he strides toward your desk.
"Hey, Captain." Mark gives you a sad smile as he sits the mug in front of you. "Brought you some tea today. You need to try and sleep."
You shake your head and frown, eyes narrowing at the cup as Mark starts to worry over you. His voice fades into the background as you pick up the mug and sip at it, eyes drifting off toward a far wall.
A hand waves in front of your eyes, and you blink yourself back enough to look at your second-in-command once more. His brows were knit together, his lip between his teeth as he tried to think of something to say.
What was there to say? It was his fault.
"Cap," Mark murmurs softly, moving around the desk in order to put his hands on your shoulders, "you need to relax. We made it out, the core is destroyed - there's no way we're going back."
That's right - Mark wasn't there the first time you lived through a good ending...he had died because of that window.
But maybe it would be different, this time...? After all, he was with you. He was there when you resolved the paradox.
But what if?
Your eyes close as you slump forward slightly, relaxing into the other's touch and taking a long sip of tea. "I don't want to sleep," you mumbled after a long silence, throat soothed by the warm drink. It still hurt to talk, only a little.
"I know, Captain," was the quiet response. "I... I don't like sleeping either." His hands stilled for a moment, grip tightening as the seconds passed, before relaxing again and continuing his attempt at massaging your shoulders. He had gotten better since the first time he tried.
After another few moments, after your mug was empty, Mark stopped his massage and turned your chair around. You give him a tired look of confusion as he pulls you up to your feet. You stumble into his chest, leaning heavily on him for support, as he starts to lead you away from your desk and out of the room.
"What are you doing?" you grumble as you try to pull away, to return to your desk - the sun had risen fully by this point. "I need to work."
"You need to work on sleeping." Mark's voice made you huff and try to pull away again. He let you go and you almost immediately fell to the floor, had he not grabbed you again before you could topple over. "Captain, you can't even walk by yourself - as much as I hate to say it, let Celci take over for the day. And tomorrow. She won't mind."
Your eyes widen slightly as you look up toward Mark, who had made a specific rude role on the ship just for Celci. You bite your lip and turn your head toward the floor as Mark continues leading you to your room.
Despite not being in there for a week, outside of showering as best you could and getting clothes, the room was clean. No dust to be found. It smelled different than you remember, but it was comforting. Warm.
"There you go, Captain," Mark says as he helps you sit on the foot of the bed. He moves to the head in order to pull the blankets back and you do your best to stand, leaning heavily on the edge of the bed in order to make it over. A smile forms on his face as he sees you trying. "Good job."
His voice had been a whisper when he said it, though you had heard it over all of your fears of trying to sleep - of seeing all of those universes, those timelines...
Mark gently leads you onto the sheets, making sure you were comfortable before pulling up the blankets and checking you over once more. He sits in the chair beside your bed - had you ever noticed it was there? - before picking up a worn book on the bedside table.
You eye the book warily, though a rough yawn forces you to close your eyes. The yawn causes your eyes to water and you quickly wipe at them before focusing on Mark once more.
He just smiles at you and reaches over to pat your head. "Try and rest, Captain. I'll be right here." The brunet leans back in his chair, opens the book, and starts reading. His narrating voice is a soft rumble that slowly lulls your mind into a state of calm, until you don't focus on anything else except for it.
It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, though you wouldn't remember falling asleep once you woke up. You couldn't quite remember any of the dreams, either, which let your soul rest a little easier.
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elveswithoutears · 2 years
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Everyone is talking about how mark's acting has improved and it has! A lot
But I feel like people are sleeping on how good his singing has gotten. Like
Space Was Cool? Excuse me?? It was beautiful!
That long note? "Stay Bright till we've burned"???
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junkcubus · 2 years
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WHOEVER THIS SERIAL KILLER MF IS, I LIKE HIM A LOT
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majflodder · 2 years
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So they turned our tragic past into goodnight stories, huh
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prinxejeanne · 2 years
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The Night The Stars Aligned
[[Tiny Yancy drabble, 545 words, pairing unspecified. Takes place between the events of the “I Wanna Be Free” ending in A Heist with Markiplier, and the short Yancy appearance in In Space With Markiplier.]]
[[Warnings: Swearing, small mention of crime, romantic pining, tooth-rotting fluff.]]
Being in love can change a man.
It had always been obvious that Yancy was overexaggerating with the “youses” and the thick New York accent, but ever since his little crush started stopping by every third Sunday, he’d gradually stopped trying to sound tough.
He’d stopped trying to sound like someone else.
It wasn’t like he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Every song that he performed was a love song now, professing his love to someone who didn’t even get to hear him most of the time.
The other prisoners had caught on. Normally, they would be annoyed by his constant blabbering, but hearing him speak so highly of the one he loved could never get tiring. He hugged his friends, talked about the future he would have with them, and even talked about building a house.
Yancy could barely build a birdhouse out of popsicle sticks, but it was still nice to see him dream. 
Even the guards started seeing a change in his behavior... he was less violent, helping out with tasks around the penitentiary, and he’d even asked about signing up for parole. It was like he finally had hope that he could change, that he could forgive himself for what he did to his parents so long ago.
After every visit, he would write a bundle of songs, only to perform them several times a day in hopes of getting in some practice for his darling. The first thing he wanted to do, once he got out of this place, was to kiss them square on the lips. 
It wasn’t like Yancy wasn’t a softie before he’d met them, but he’d never talked about kissing someone before. He never had hope for a future with someone. He talked about their smile, the twinkle in their eyes when he complimented them, and their flustered reaction when he managed to hold their hand, even if only for a brief moment. 
“The night I met them,” he’d always said, “was the night the stars aligned. I think I’m gonna marry them someday.”
He fantasized about their lives together once he was finally free. Nothing too raunchy, no. Yancy knew they were too classy for that. He thought about the intimate little moments they would have together, cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, singing Broadway show tunes together, even just little things like holding their hand as they walked down the street together. 
Maybe if he wanted to sing a song, they would listen. He wanted them to know that the songs were just for them. His love. His little songbird. 
When the warden told him that he was eligible for parole, Yancy danced around the penitentiary all day, and ended up finishing everyone else’s chores that day.
It made his heart race every time he thought about how they would react when he told them, and Yancy found himself awake for the whole night before that Sunday finally arrived. He wasn’t tired though, not at all. 
He was just too excited to see his little songbird. 
As he approached the door to the visitation room, he held a paper with a love song scribbled onto it in his hand. 
It was time, for Yancy to see his songbird again. 
He couldn’t wait. 
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holdhoiyghost · 2 years
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mark, after heist: *absolutely shitting on all yancy fans because illinois is right there*
iswm: *more yancy than illinois, including a new musical number*
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orange-waterfalls · 2 years
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I AM FUCKING SHAKING AND CRYING RN R U SHAKING AND CRYING RN I AM LITERALLY SHAKING AND CRYING RN
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v1xv4p0rub · 2 years
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So, about Actor Mark
I have no idea if his apologies are genuine. I don't know if he's improved. I don't know if he's still just being a manipulative bitch. I don't know if he's learned his lesson.
I
Don't
Know
Quite frankly, I can see and understand both sides of the argument. I have experienced false apologies, and genuine apologies. People getting better, and people getting worse (or just staying the same). I've seen it from the point of view of the manipulator, the manipulated, and as a third-party who isn't even directly involved.
It could be him in some elaborate ruse, or he could actually be changing.
If the former is true, (I'll probably cry) I won't be too surprised.
If the later is true, then he still has things he needs to make up for, of course, but I'd forgive him. Even if not upfront, I still would. But everyone can make their own choices. (Also try to keep in mind that Celine breaking his heart left him extra susceptible to the entity in the house, so he has that thing's manipulating added on top of his preexisting self-centered personality. So Mark isn't the only one to blame. Nobody is entirely to blame, including the entity.)
AND! Even if he does change, nobody should have to forgive him (in that universe, or in reality). He's done terrible things, and hurt (driven to insanity, caused the death of, manipulated, etc.) plenty of people.
So I can understand not wanting to forgive him, but I can also understand the desire to forgive him. In the end, the choice is yours. Life is ours to choose, after all.
Tl;Dr
Actor Mark is fucking tragic, and I don't condone his past fuck-ups. I have no clue whether he's genuinely sorry for what he did, and if he's trying to improve or not. Either way, nobody should be pressured to forgive him, or to not.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk
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braisedhoney · 2 years
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Part 1 - Part 2 (You are here!)  
If there even is a home for you, that is. Do they know you’re gone, Captain?  Either way, it seems you don’t remember quite enough. If you did, I’m sure that glare of yours would be enough to kill.  Brushes: 
- Jingsketch sketch round for all sketching, writing, painting, and rendering!
- A random default watercolor brush for the backgrounds.
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meanya · 2 years
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The last goodbyeeeeeeeee
you’re at the end of space and time
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ender-selfships · 2 years
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IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER 2 SPOILERS!!!
YANCY!!! YANCY!!!!! YANCY!!! I'M SCREAMING AND CRYING RN HE APPLIED FOR PAROLE FOR US YANCY I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH
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IM SO FUCKING HAPPY WE GOT TO SEE HIM
(the path to him is in the tags!)
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floofyplier · 2 years
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iykyk
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dark-cipher · 2 years
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It's over and absolutely nothing has been answered. My health is in shambles and I'm loosing my mind.
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