#engineermark

[parkie-parkie]

If you could believe it, I've had serious thoughts of the canonical action universe with like doom/event horizon/resident evil inspirations, but this was the only fully formed concept I had 💀

[the-ideal-iplier]

Another successful programming session today :3 Wanted to show you guys a sneak peek at one of the mini games included in the game 👀

[authdotgov]

e!mark but with WINGS: a concept

[| i was gonna send this as an ask to @weirdlyhornyforegos but it was too long so this exists now |]

so space is funky right? sometimes you don't know your lefts from your rights. and somewhere in between incessant warp holes and mysterious vaguely threatening folk, the captain and mark are standing on the ship as normal. except--he's got wings. fluffy, enormous wings just--coming out of his back. mark is raving about how cool it looks and he's like Celci!! check these out, bet you don't have any!! and he's turning and trying to move them on his own, though you can tell he doesn't have the ability yet.

You compliment him and praise him until he's practically blushing but other than that, life goes on as normal. Though after a few more loops, he comes to you defeated, saying his wings don't feel "as awesome as they did so I did some reading on sparrows--they're from Earth, and I think they're tangled? Could you--um, check, Captain?"

And he's looking at you with his doe eyes and you say of course Mark, no problem. "Remind me at the end of the day and we'll find somewhere comfortable," You say. He's beaming, and soon he's following you along to your quarters. When you recline against the wall on the bed, he frowns, head tilted as if asking where he goes. You gesture to the space between your legs and his face flushes, making a few more vague gestures before clambering over the matress to find somewhere comfortable.

You think he can't possibly get any redder when you tap his side, gesturing for him to take his shirt off so you can see the wings with no obstructions.

For the first five minutes, things are nice. There is gentle music playing through the intercom, used to calm the ship after a long day, and Mark is like putty in your hands. You find pulling the messy feathers free gently then massaging the spot, causing any remaining feathers to fall out, is the best way to go about it. And this method doesn't give you any issues.

Until, well--something....interesting happens.

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Your fingers are gliding through Marks wings, and you come to some sort of spot that's firmer, but too soft to be a bone. Insanely curious, you press on it gently with your thumb and honest to God, hear Mark whimper, the muscles of his back rippling as his wings curve in an arch shape, even trembling in some places.

Your jaw drops, as you sit there shocked and--as the pretty little noise registers in your head, insanely horny. "I-I should go, thanks for the help, Captain--hey!"

Mark manages to get his legs under him to get up and leave, but you sezie the opportunity and use your position as an advantage to shove him onto his front, landing on the soft matress with a surprised gasp. Before he can sit up, and he does try, you straddle his back and delicately fold his wings under your knees, keeping them open and out of the way. This way, you note how his wings have taken on the same dark tone of his hair, the shade of brown getting lighter the closer they are to his shoulder blades and darker towards the edges of his wings. They're iridescent, and as your fingers find the small spot you found before, a wolfish smile appears on your face.

Mark, flustered, tries his best to roll you off. And when that doesn't work, he tries his hand at negotiation. "What are you doing? Don't touch that--hey, hey! Don't--"

You drag your finger down the bone-like appendage and press into it, noting the way Marks whole body tenses as he gasps harshly, and God, the way he cries out "Captain!" When you press harder makes you want to ruin him.

So you do. And if Mark is walking a little funny the next day, you make up some sort of lie that gravity changes the weight of his wings. Your lie doesn't account, however, for the bruises lining Marks jaw that he tried insesintly to hide, even going so far as asking Celci for her concealer.

You'd feel bad, if it wasn't for the lust filled gaze he'd given you when you whispered in his ear that the more he hides, the more you'll give him next time.

[jackaycola]

shitty meme edit

aight actually goes zzz

weezer reference

[authdotgov]

self inserts r so fun. like,,,,antis who hurt you, its SO comforting. yes I'm imagining myself cuddling w my blorbo and ur not gonna stop me.