#engineer!mark

'I'll go wherever you go

I'll go wherever you go

I'll go wherever you go

Engineer mark sketches for @underwater-forest

The top one I think I’m gonna turn into a full drawing

Got your heart in a headlock.

You know you're better than this.

Engineer!Mark said that the only other person he trusted the most was the Captain.

Engineer!Mark also built the warp core.

Now, with this in mind, recall when the Captain first found the warp core.

The warp core itself trusted the Captain to resolve the time-space paradox we got ourselves into.

If you think about it, this could be Engineer!Mark's statement of trusting the Captain still ringing true despite his distrust to the Captain before engaging the warp core.

Even if he thought that the Captain was the reason why the events of ISWM happened, he still subconciously trusted the Captain enough to resolve everything.

It wasn't just our hopeful persistence that saved the time-space continuum and The Invincible — it was Engineer!Mark's faith in the Captain that helped in resolving everything.

Markiplier may say this is about "the illusion of choice," but this is just as much about deep relationships that lead to a deep level of trust.

Honestly, this is one of the most beautiful things that I have ever realized about this.

Love me some angst. Post-ISWM pt. 2

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Prompt: “I can’t sleep. Can I sleep here?” / “It’s just you and me.”

You didn’t go down to the planet like the others, preferring to stay on the Invincible II where you could see it and protect it. It had been some days since you’d last seen a wormhole, but the creeping feeling that you’d be sucked into another dimension at any moment had yet to fade. You couldn’t eat. You couldn’t sleep. But you could pace the bridge, staring into (literal) space, pretending you were okay.

“Captain?” 

You turned. Mark stood at the door, refusing to meet your eye. He shifted his weight back and forth, shuffling his feet. “I can’t sleep,” he blurted out, when you didn’t say anything. He gestured to his cryopod, just to the right of the door. “Can I sleep in there? I’m . . . more comfortable there.”

You kept your expression carefully blank even as a maelstrom of thoughts crashed into your mind; Mark here, for decades, entire lifetimes, with nothing but himself and the ship, looking for a solution. Looking for you to be a solution.

“Captain?” Mark asked, and you cleared your throat; you’d been silent too long.

“Of course,” you said, hoping your voice was steady. “You can sleep wherever you want.”

For a moment Mark looked so intensely grateful that you had to avert your eyes. You heard his quiet footsteps as he plodded to his cryopod, and thought even those footsteps were exhausted.

“Do you ever-”

You turned. Mark had the cryopod door open and was half-in, leaning out to talk to you. 

“Do you ever think about how it’s just you and me?” He asked. “Just you and me who know, I mean. What happened.”

Of course you did. It was all you thought about.

You paused a moment to compose your answer. Mark’s stare remained on you, unwavering. 

“It is just you and me,” you said carefully. “But it is you and me. You’ll never be alone with what happened because I know, too.”

For the first time since you’d destroyed the universe, Mark smiled. “Thank you, Captain.” He said. “That makes me feel better.”

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