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I talk about this all the time, but the alternate versions of him be so different sometimes I forget that it’s HIM. I’m like Naaaah no wayyyy

Sinister Mark is so fucked up in particular that I sometimes forget he's Mark Grayson. I look at him and I don't even see Mark, he's just built different. No way that's an alternate universe version of this guy

The power Inconsistencies with Eve:

This is in no way to bash her as a character and more a slight critique to the writers xoxo

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Okay so I’ve seen a few people bring up how power scaling often doesn’t work when comparing characters from a game, show, or any other media. I personally don’t like power scaling, but to each their own. Now, Invincible has very odd inconsistencies with characters. Like Mark can be ran through a building and get back up but the electric shock of Powerplex will fuck him up? But also it barely affected Mohawk Mark? See what I mean?

I feel the biggest victim of the inconsistency in the writing is Atom Eve. Which Mark is a victim of this too but the most obvious for me is Atom Eve. I feel like we all know her power is OP as hell, that’s why they gave her the mental blocks as a plot line in the first place. But even WITH the mental blocks there’s still a lot she can do but the writers just won’t let her.

Yeah, it’s because they don’t want her to outshine Mark because he’s the protagonist, but then why give her that OP power? It’s probably because they wanted her to be able to be “immortal” or whatever but I don’t agree with that choice anyways.

They could’ve explained it too. Like saying that creating anything but those useless walls takes a lot out of her in terms of stamina. But they didn’t?

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HER SAYING TO MARK “now we just have to figure out how to afford a house” AFTER SHE GAVE HER DAD A GOLD APPLE AND AFTER SHE MADE HERSELF A TREE HOUSE AND AFTER SHE MADE THAT HOUSE FOR THE PEOPLE OR WHATEVER. That line truly pissed me off.

Anyways, imma call my yapping series called Screaming Into the Void.

An Au where all the Invincible Variants we saw were kept alive to defend Earth from Viltrumites

This will be called the AVRP AU from now on, and here’s a few of the base line notes I wrote for the Au. This Au is meant to be shared, so if you want to create your own interpretation of it, I encourage it! Ideas and questions are also encouraged so I can expand the story of the AU.

I have some designs for the variants, some sketches, and some story building that I hope to share in the near future! Also, anyone have ideas for names for the variants? I don’t want to just call them Mohawk, Viltrum, Tracksuit, etc, because those aren’t real names yk?

I love her and I’m glad that I can find Amber fans on tumblr because the haters drive me up a wall

I love Amber and her fuckass hair so much!!! If Amber has no fans I am DEAD. Fight me but she’s so much better than Eve

Spirit

Title: Spirit

Chapter: Episode 2

Previous Chapters: part 1

Fandom: Invincible

Type of Fanfic: Reader, self-insert

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Rating: Mature

Chapter Warnings: mild swearing

Chapter Summary: Being from a barren wasteland of a universe to this new one is both exciting and overwhelming and it has been proven to be a difficult obstacle to tackle.

Pairings: Mark x reader, variant!mark x reader, Rex x reader, (one-sided) Eve x reader, multi-paul x reader, Rae x reader, bulletproof x reader, to be determined…

Written By: MangoSpit

⌜Alt Universe inspired by: Fallout⌟

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Your first day in your new world, your new normal, was the best day of your life since the day you were able to learn how to lockpick! Okay, to be honest, it may have been even better than the day you learned how to lockpick, but that day you were able to steal so much useful shit.

You have a place to yourself, a place that appeared to have belonged to Angstrom before, you assume so since he gave you the keys. You were able to shower without having to worry about getting poisoned or rationing clean water! You ACTUALLY smelt good! You didn’t think a good smell was ever possible but here you were. You were able to take your time to scrub the grime from your body, to massage your scalp and untangle your hair, and to wear different clothes. Yeah, you have to admit to yourself. This is the best day ever.

You had to wear the clothes that were abandoned in the closet, none of them felt right or comfortable but it was still fresh and new. You were so used to wearing the same clothes every day, and on a rare occasion getting new clothes to wear every day. But now? Now you get to wear a different outfit every day.

Going outside was a bit overwhelming at first, but still worth it. As the sun shone down on your face- it was much brighter than it was in your world. Well, I guess it would now be called your previous world, this was your new home. Looking around, you could hear strange high pitched noises. Turns out, they’re birds. Like crows and vultures but smaller and make a more pleasant sound.

Whenever someone approached you however, it was another story. They seemed friendly, but how likely was it that most of them were actually friendly? They probably were trying to kill you for your backpack. You would freeze and stare at them, blank and soulless until they left you alone. Even if you had a bad feeling about them, it was almost thrilling? Being able to see so many people, in new places and with new appearances. It almost made you giddy enough to let a small rumble of laughter come through your mouth. Not quite there yet.

It was getting late, the first day almost officially over when you finally figured out how to work the TV. You were killing this shit, maybe you could adjust to this new society after all…

“Invincible saved 20 civilians from a collapsing building-“

You perk up at the name.

That was the name of that guy!

You listen in closer as they explain his heroic actions in a positive light, showing what looked like him on the television. Was this what a recording was like? Were you being recorded? Could they hear you??

“I agree with you, Scott. His heroic acts were well thought out, and calculated in such expertise- you would think he has been doing this for over a decade”

The woman on the television laughs, not in a humorous way but as a way to fill the silence. It makes you sneer. Do these people not know of the crimes he’s committed? Of how awful of a person he is? The people he has slaughtered? Looking at his stupid fucking get up made your blood boil. What a manipulative piece of shit. He doesn’t even look trustworthy, he zips around in the sky like an oversized fly. Oh! No, more like an oversized wasp. Ready to sting.

You trust that Angstrom knows what he’s doing, that he will help bring Justice to everyone this Invincible guy has hurt. You commit his face to memory, trying to detail his jawline, lines, nose and hair to memory. This place was filled with people so you would have to burn the image of him to your brain to be able to try and pick him out from a crowd when he’s dressed like everyone else. Like a civilian.

You pull out your small notebook and write it down, as well as trying to sketch it out a bit, then write down what you heard on TV to report back to Angstrom. Your writing is sloppy at best and you completely butchered his portrait but who gives a fuck? He killed many innocents.

“Maybe I should kill you myself, Mr.Invincible…” you hum as you close your notebook. Tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day- and perhaps you will go out and look for him.

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“Are you askin‘ for a job, kid?” The man’s gravelly voice asks you. You furrow your eyebrows at being called a kid. Could a kid lockpick a door within 5 seconds and precisely hit a target from 50 feet away?

“Yes. A job.”

“What are your qualifications?”

“Uhh…. I am good at tracking people”

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“This is a Wendy’s”

You were having the shittiest of luck finding a job. No one was looking for a tracker? A looter? A temporary guard? How do people keep a stable life without these jobs??

“Hey, you’re standing-“

You quickly glare at the man talking to you, your eyes burning holes into his face. He seems only slightly taken aback.

“No seriously, get out of the road. You’re going to get hit!”

The fuck is he talking bout?

Suddenly the big machines that were unmoving (which you had heard or read somewhere once that they were called vehicles) started moving and making a loud noise at you. You were about to yell at the people inside the machines- vehicles- when the man pulled you out of the road.

“The hell is wrong with you?” He says in a more confused and light tone.

“I don’t need help” your voice comes out rougher than your appearance as you don’t talk much when you hardly have people to talk to. Angstrom was probably the longest you’ve ever talked to someone, other than yourself.

“Uh, excuse me? Do you need, like, mental help?”

You glare at him, your eyes wide and unmoving.

“That won’t work on me twice. Cmon, let’s get you to the hospital. Maybe you suffered a brain injury or possibly are high” he motions for you to follow but you smack his hand away.

“Okay, now let’s not-“

You push him up against the street pole, and he groans and looks like he wants to retaliate but he collects himself first.

“Don’t make me have to call backup and have the cops hall you off to be drug tested instead”

“Are you threatening me??” Is he seriously threatening to call a gang on you?? How dangerous is this gang anyways?? Cops is a dumb name for a gang anyways, maybe they’re small and insignificant.

“No, I’m not threatening you, I'm trying to get you help.”

“Help is not free.” You hiss.

“Look, I can’t control the healthcare system, don’t take it out on me!”

“Rex, what’s going on?”

A woman approaches, causing you to go rigid. Shit, when did you have time to motion for his gang?

“I was just helping- HEY!”

You run. You run down the street, diving through bodies, colliding with them if they don’t move out the way fast enough. It was enough to earn angry shouting at you but you just had to get out of there. No way you were going to die on your second day in this new world. You try to run in the direction of your home but… you can’t remember where it was. Shit.

Just your luck.

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End notes: I like to think I’m hilarious sometimes

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I have this stickers up on my Redbubble if anyone is interested in them. I plan to do the rest of the variants but they’re a little more difficult to me for some reason! Anyways enjoy!

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Buttercup (Invincible)

Author’s note: as someone who lost my mom, I had to write for full mask mark losing his mom. Different circumstances, but still has grief all the same

Warnings: Death, grief

(Technically a short story for the Invincible AVRP AU but can be read by itself)

Characters: Full Mask Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson

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“Mama!” His high pitched child voice squeaks out, running to her with open arms as if he forgot she was there with him. She smiles wider as he kneels down to his level, opening her arms wide. He giggles and crashes full force into her, knowing that she will always be there to catch him, to break his fall. He laughs as she hums “woah!” At his enthusiasm to ses her. She lifts him up into her arms, wrapping them around his tiny body to make sure he’s secure. Nothing will hurt him.

“Look mama!” He hands her the flower, and she gasps and takes it from his delicate hands.

“Woah, thank you, sweetie.” He beams at the praise.

“Do you know what flower this is?” He shakes his head in return.

“This is a buttercup, if you hold it under your chin and your chin is yellow it means you like butter” he gasps in return and lets his mother hold it under his chin.

“Oh, looks like someone likes butter” she teases and lightly tickles his tummy. He giggles in response before chuckling out, “now you try mama!”

She hums and holds it under her chin with a smile, the buttercup glowing a yellow hue under her chin, “is my chin yellow”

He gasps and nods, like this is some sort of witchcraft he’s never seen before.

“Let’s go see if your dad likes butter” Mark cheers as she lets him down, holding the buttercup as his tiny legs run to his dad.

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“Do you remember that, mom? After that I have always picked you a buttercup or two on Mother’s Day until I was able to buy my own flowers. Always of a yellow variety though, it has to be in theme,” he chuckles weakly before talking again, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

Mark pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as tears dropped onto her pale skin. He pulls away, as he stares at her lifeless body. He can’t let go though, they haven’t had enough time together. They never got to go on a mother-son vacation, she will never see him have children, she will never get to even reach the age of 60. In his head, he hopes by some miracle she will gasp for air again, but he’s tried all he could. CPR didn’t even work but crushed her ribs.

He carried her over to the couch, hugging her close and he pulled a blanket over her. He doesn’t want her to get cold, she always hated the cold. Out during sunny days was what she loved. The yellow lilies, daffodils and buttercups were wilted on the floor, the water spilling, the vase shattered.

He runs a hand over her cheek, feeling her body slowly get cooler. He clenches his teeth, thinking of all the times she said I love you, and he wished he said them back. Or the times he would rush out of the house to play at a friend’s house and she looked disappointed that he didn’t stay to eat her cooking. Or when he would play with his dad more than her. What if she hates him for that? He’s sure hating himself right now for that.

He hums a tune to an old song they used to play in the car as he braids her hair. He knows she’s dead, even if he doesn’t want to accept it, but she deserves to look beautiful even after she lives.

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“Mama?”

Debbie turns, she hadn’t heard Mark use that name in a while. He looks in shock, on the verge of tears, and he wraps her in an almost crushing hug- literally.

“Mark?! What’s gotten into you? We had dinner together yesterday. Are you happy to see me?” She chuckles it off.

“Mom, oh god- I want you to know I love you, you mean the world to me. You raised me better than this” He rambles as his voice quivers, his eyes watering and ready to overflow.

“Mark? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I got you these”

He hands her a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and buttercups, with specks of dirt on them like he found them and pulled them from the dirt himself.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama…”

What if I said that Mark being with Eve goes against the theme of Mark keeping his connection to his humanity?

What if I said Kirkman only had Comic!Amber to make mark realize he can’t be with normal women and needs a super powered one with an instant resurrection from death woman?

What if I said that in expanding the themes in the tv show, showing how having his connection to his mom is what keeps Mark good, his human mom!

What is I said that Eve is not only a bad match character wise because she only placates and fucks Mark, but also because she removes his connection from humanity?

And what if I said that Immortal is better than Mark because despite him knowing that every woman he loves will die and he will live on, he spends their entire life with them because being human is more important than being a superhero?

Rant about how the Fandom treated Maddie and Cait:

Okay by the title it might seem like I’m in defense of what they did to the Undercity but I’m not. This is a weird gripe I have with how people reacted when they found out the two were sleeping together. Spoilers for Arcane season 1 & 2

So when I was watching season 2 of Arcane for the first time, around the time it came out because I was trying to hold off watching it to watch it with my sister but I failed, I think I had a very chill reaction to Cait sleeping with Maddie. I saw Maddie pop up and I was like, “oh, I didn’t see that coming” and continued to watch it without thinking that much into it. At this point Maddie hadn’t bertrayed Cait as this was still Act 2, not to Act 3 yet so I still liked Maddie.

Going online was very different. People started to hate her for sleeping with Caitlyn and I was confused. I don’t know, but I just have the reaction of like “okay?” Because it’s not a crime to sleep with someone. Then came the slut shaming comments towards Cait, that’s where I have the gripe. It’s very odd to me how people were mad at Caitlyn for sleeping with someone while she’s still single. She was not with Vi, it’s not cheating.

To me, I got this odd sense of purification culture, even if it was unintentional. The reaction people had to Cait sleeping with someone while she’s single compared to Jayce was odd. From what I saw, and I could be wrong, no one had a negative reaction to Jayce sleeping with Mel while single. And I’m not saying people should, because both should be able to without judgment.

It was weird to me, that people were more concerned that Cait was a “slut” than her leaving Vi crying on the ground after she hit her in the stomach with her gun. I’m bad at putting thoughts into words but I just got an icky feeling of people slutshaming the two. You’re allowed to sleep with other people! You’re allowed to date other people! That’s life, I know I haven’t stayed with one person in my life. Dating and sleeping with others is to see what you like, it’s okay to experiment.

Idk if people will understand what I’m saying but I had to get it out there. Screaming into the void

I do not like Eve x Invincible enough for the finale to work for me tbh :/