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> no 18+ ,,, i can post that on ao3

> i feel iffy about writing for things that are explicitly mark romance+ wise but friendship is always okay (engineer/noir/heist buddy/etc, but egos are okay since theyre technically separate)

> yandere is always okay

> i refuse to be mean to wug :( no being mean to wug pls

more tba as things come up ?

[obsidiancreates]

AU where Mark and The Captain aren't only odd after The Wormhole, they're not really human anymore either.

Not to a particularly noticeable degree at first. But some start to notice their unusually high pain tolerances. The way they can take horrible injuries and barely react. The way Mark can get blasted by Cryo Coolant and still move after. The way The Captain can fall from high enough to break a bone and get up without a limp.

They start to notice Mark having unusual skill sets, knowledge sometimes beyond what modern science even dreamed was possible. They notice The Captain seemingly able to pull items out of thin air, items that should not only not be present but should not even exist.

They notice Mark sometimes picking at teeth that are too sharp, but when they blink his smile is normal. They notice The Captain sometimes wandering the area like a ghost, walls seeming to rearrange themselves into what The Captain needs to continue their path.

The Captain and Mark are odd. They share a deep bond no-one understands. They talk about things that make no sense but the two of them understand perfectly. They sometimes won't speak to anyone but each other for days (sometimes Mark speaks to no-one but himself sometimes muttering about how it's okay for other people to breathe now).

But they're more than odd. They're altered. Different from the people who first stepped aboard. Different in mind... Different in body.

One doesn't have themselves ripped apart, spread through the multiverse like pollen falling from the legs of a honeybee, live endless lives and end countless times forget themselves and then remember and then forget again, have all of reality flow through them and break because of their very own continued existence...

One does not go through that... and emerge fully human. Emerge without altered DNA.

They're odd. They're altered. They're inhuman.

But they lead well. The colony thrives.

So everyone lets them be.

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quick q bc i cant tell on mobile/idr how

is anon enabled on this blog?? i think it is but i dont remember how check nd ive gotta get up at 7am so can't check rn thank u

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Hi! Would it be ok to request that we ignore that in canon a hug from Wug would kill us and we get to actually hug him? And it inspires the captain to hug more of their crewmates for morale boosts? (I just really love platonic cuddles tbh xD )

making this a headcanon thing if thats ok!! thank u for the req 🤍

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Wug is all edges, all metal. If the Captain didn't teach Wug properly how to hug beforehand then Wug very well could have crushed the Captain's spine and internal organs. Wug wouldn't have meant to, of course, but Wug doesn't exactly realize until then just how fragile the human body is. Wug enjoys all contact with the Captain, even if it's just a smile and a pat on the arm and some words of approval. Getting told that Wug is doing a good job makes the alien much more productive, because Wug greatly enjoys being told that Wug is doing something good. "Captain! Wug did good job! Wug get hug now?" Wug is cold, due to Wug's metal suit, and it is impossible to fall asleep on Wug. Unless you can sleep anywhere, I guess.

Engineer Mark is always happy to give a hug. He won't admit that most of the time it's to put off work that he should be doing, nor that the hugs make him more productive afterward - he just genuinely does what he can to make their Captain happy, even if it is sharing a chair and snuggling for some extended period of time. "Oh, you want more hugs, Captain? That's what I'm here for! Or, well, technically I'm an engineer, but - you know what I mean!" They're very warm and easy to sleep on. He'll also fall asleep without meaning to, which will more likely than not end up with Celci scolding both Mark and the Captain both.

Celcionna F. Kelvina is also always happy for any attention to/from her Captain. She isn't as liberal as Mark is with cuddling, since she takes pride in her work and is almost constantly making sure everything is alright, but she loves any minute that she can spend with her Captain. Her productivity shoots through the roof, and every now and then she'll completely ignore Mark's efforts at antagonizing her. "Oh, Captain! Sorry, just give me a few minutes to make sure this is still safe. We can't cuddle for too long, I don't want to fall asleep!" She's very cold-natured, so it's recommended to either be very cold-tolerable or to wear a coat. You'll never catch her sleeping on the job, and if you're the Captain then you best not be caught sleeping on the job either.

Gunther B. Gunnerson is not much of a hugger, let alone a cuddler. Not that he doesn't like them, no - too much of a good thing and all that. Also because he doesn't like feeling confined for too long. Despite that, though, he does like knowing that his Captain doesn't mind that he doesn't like being held too long or too often, and that does make him a bit happier whenever it does happen. Sometimes he'll drop down from the ceiling to steal a hug and immediately disappear, because it makes him laugh. "S'up, Captain? What do you mean it's hug time? Uhh, well, it has been a while, I guess... Okay, but only for a minute. Gotta get back to the defense systems." He's not as warm as Mark, but not as cold and Celci - he does lean on the colder side, though. You'll also never catch him sleeping on the job, but that's mostly because if he naps then he naps in the ceiling.

Burt is for hugs when the time is appropriate. Not that any time is never not appropriate, but it's generally hard to tell when he never gives a straight answer. The rare occasions he does give a straight answer are the ones that his Captain will end up stretched against his side cuddling or where the two sit and Burt just goes on about his thoughts (as complicated as they are). His productivity usually stays around the same, though he will admit that his talks with his Captain always leave his mind a bit clearer. "Captain, it's always nice seeing you here. Like a warm summer breeze, where the sun has just set and the world is falling asleep for the day. Come here, let me hold you a moment, just as the earth cradles the last light for as long as it can." He's almost as hot as his reactor - an absolute bonafide space heater. Every now and then he might doze off, but he never really falls asleep - the slightest movement or noise can wake him. If his Captain falls asleep then Burt will generally try to not move for at least a bit, or until he gets uncomfortable.

Bonus:

Other crewmates have mixed feelings about getting hugs from their Captain. Most have positive feelings (like the Sexy Crew and the First Mate) but others just don't really care.

Bandit is uncomfortable with constant physical affection, though she will absolutely be down to cuddle until either she or the Captain fall asleep. If Wug is with them as a lookout then the pair will likely both go to sleep until it's time for Wug to rest. Bandit is a very light sleeper, which is unfortunate with Wug around, but it's very useful for if Wug is not around. She gets better rest whenever the Captain rests beside her, which helps her keep her mind clear when she needs it to be.

Lady is a little awkward when is comes to any type of affection. They're usually fine with quick hugs, but tend to shy away from any extended contact. It's likely due to her culture, though she never does say for sure. The best way to up their production is to either leave her be or to help her get through something difficult.

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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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Long periods of time without sleep was sadly normal for someone who had lived through (and remembered) many timelines like you had. Whether using coffee or sheer force of will, there were times that you had to force yourself to power through.

Your crew, on the new planet, was worried. Most people who worked closely with you tended to know of your horrendous sleep schedule, and nearly all of them had walked in on you asleep at your desk at some point or another. Sometimes, you would be awoken from the nightmares of your "past." Other times, they would catch you gazing down at your hand, eyes showing something that only one of them could place - the only other one who remembered some of what you both had been through.

...but not all of it. How could he remember all of it? He had gone mad trying to keep you from destroying the universe when you knew it had been him from the beginning. Not the beginning-beginning, sure, but the way he acted...sometimes, you had wanted to smack him. To yell at him. To grab him by the front of his collar, shake him, try to get anything out of him except for the same accusatory words or mad ramblings or for him to remember -

But you didn't. You did not know everything he remembered, just as he did not know what you remembered. And once more, as you watched the sun rise without adequate sleep for the third day in a row, while the feeling of dread crawled up your spine, sinking its needle-like claws into the space between your vertebrae and holding you close as a lover would...you reminded yourself that today was a new day.

Today was a new day, and you would rather rot in hell before you let anyone take that from you.

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want to try write but no idea :( sad

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Sometimes, while tidying up your small space in Wug's ship, you hum. Whether it's bad or good or soft or loud, you hum to keep a little noise in the otherwise noiseless area - keeping time with the little beeps that the ship makes at times. You'll do it in other areas too, sometimes without realizing it.

Wug does, and at some point he starts doing it to. You don't notice it at first (mostly because you were either asleep or not around him) but when you do, you ask him about it. A simple, "Is that from your people?"

"What do you mean, Captain?" Wug turns away from the controls for a minute, tilting his head slightly.

"You were humming."

Wug nods. "You have been doing that. Wug likes the noise." You felt like he was smiling under his helmet, and you feel your ear-tips heat up slightly. "Was too quiet before." He starts humming in a more over-exaggerated fashion before turning back to the control panel, seemingly preferring to stare out into the vast emptiness before him.

Well, that was sweet. A smile creeps onto your face as you turn to keep doing your thing, eventually finding yourself humming along with Wug.

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if you were, perhaps, a weak little noodle-armed human, residing on a grassy planet with wug (&maybe crew idk), then he would be happy to do lawnwork for you after seeing you try & fail & almost spill your water on yourself trying to lift its bottle because you were trying to use a weedeater and you arms just. do not enjoy it

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The first time Wug ever asked you to play a non-card game, you were confused. You had no clue if Wug knew anything like charades, and there was certainly no way the robotic giant could play Twister - their movement was much too clunky for that.

When the alien reached up to the left-back side of their helmet, and their face screen changed, you were floored. And very, very worried, until a minute or two later, a few shapes popped on their screen -

Two smallish rectangles near each side, a thin line separating said sides, and a ball sitting in the middle.

Motherlovin' Pong. An absolute classic. Who would've guessed?

After a quick explanation from Wug of how to join as Player 2 ("Grab Wug's hand, hold thumb, push."), you two were into the game, with the small white ball bouncing between both sides of the screen. It was fun, though definitely a little awkward on your end - the most you had touched the alien before this was patting them on the back whenever they seemed down.

Wug seemed happy when they got the first goal, and pouted a bit when you got the second. It went on like that for a while, the both of you swapping goals - until you got lucky enough to get two goals in a row, putting the score at 11-10. Wug's screen flashed the win screen showing that you were the winner, before it went back to the screen that first appeared.

It wasn't exactly like Pong from home, since it didn't have the start screen, but...it was still nice to have something other than card games.

Wug reached their hand to the same spot from earlier, their screen going black again before their eyes popped up. They asked if you had fun, and you confirmed that you did - it had been a while since you had even thought of the game, let alone played a version of it. And then they asked if you wanted to play again.

The two of you played Pong for a long while after that.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Got projection from the word gen, how about that with Wug(I have severe brainrot still and figured the word projection could work with a spacey boi)

- Salt Anon

"And this right here is Earth. My home planet."

"Oooooo..Wug find planet pretty!" The armored alien's eyes glowed with awe at the holographic projection you displayed, coming from a small badge you keep on you at all times. 

It's good for providing quick visual explanations to your crew during debriefings. Or, in this case, teaching your new friend about your planet.

He touched the hologram with a single finger, surprised as it moved. "It spins?"

"Yep." You chuckled as you gently flicked the hologram, allowing it to spin around and around. "This represents our day and night cycles. And this..." Tilting the badge at 23.5 degree angle, the Earth followed suit as its spinning came to a gradual stop. "Causes our seasons."

"Seasons?"

"Different weather patterns. Like it's hot some seasons, cold others, the trees change colors...”

“Ohhh.” Wug nodded in understanding, listening to your explanations of Earth. But he was mostly mesmerized by the hologram, trying to spin it to see the different continents.

You just smiled and let him have some fun.

You used to be so afraid of him. Though underneath all that scary and pointy armor lies a sweet and curious alien.

[tiny-featherss-deactivated20220]

wow I can’t believe Mark finally became an engineer! Good for him

joking aside iswm is amazing and I cannot wait for part 2!!! here’s just some characters from it I wanted to draw

[cuddlesworks]

Collaboration with @jackaycola !! It was fun doing this with them!! Yall should check out their art!

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k so this person mentioned a fnaf sb au in their footnotes and i am digging my grubby little claws into the idea and putting it into my hoard. ideas i threw into the tags of my reblog:

> invincible 2: interstellar saloon. (the first one met an unfortunate fate, but the only different between 1 and 2 is the name)

> wug as mascot (not 100% sure on that but wug:) ). wug can either be friendly or unfriendly (peace/war) depending on your choices at the beginning - if you're nice to wug, then wug will be nice! but if you hurt wug then wug will hurt you

> ft. the WAIA for fun family games (will probably have his own section?). also google maybe - tho whether they share a space or not i.dk.

but!! other ideas!

it's captain & mark against the saloon trying to save their crew :) originally my thought was "hmm animatronic versions of the crew....." but THEN i was like "wait!!! mark make animatronic based on the crew!" and then the animatronics feel like they should be a part of the real crew and are trying very, very hard to do that. by kidnapping the crew members they're based off of and trying to replace them

not 100% on what each section would be like, but celci's section would def be cold, gunther's would probably be laser tag, and burt's would be. burt. maybe poetry related. (there are some other crew who might get their own little areas if i could make maps/actual designs, but ye)

neways that all for now :3 thank u for listening to my rambling

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building off of this post because i am awful:

the wugs have various rip-offs of human games that are uncannily similar, though no wug will admit/knows if they got the ideas from humans. such games include: wugalaga, dig wug, mr/ms wug-man, etc. none of them are playable on a wug's helmet (except a super small, hard-to-see version of mr wug-man), so if a wug can afford it then wug will bring along something to play the games on.

the most popular games to pass time are the ones mentioned above, along with wug fighter. wugs are not the best at naming things.

[romanticslimecreature]

Broke: Wug goes by he/him pronouns because the narrator said so.

Woke: Wug goes by she/her pronouns because the person at the Universal Stability Agency corrected Mark's pronoun use.

Bespoke: Wug goes by wug/wugs pronouns.

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wug has a in-helmet program that only wug can access that lets wug play pong with 1 or 2 players. no i will not elaborate and no i will not take criticism

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@dragonangel201 use wug's thumb as a joystick lol. wug can control their own side the same way, but just by moving their thumb

i didn't rly put much thought into this i just really have had the idea plaguing me since a few days after space came out