Buttercup (Invincible)

Spirit

Title: Spirit

Chapter: Episode 1

Next chapters: part 2

Fandom: Invincible

Type of Fanfic: Reader, self-insert

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Rating: Mature

Chapter Warnings: death, descriptions of violence and death

Chapter Summary: You come from a universe that’s left as a wasteland, the human population constantly dwindling, as morals have gone and died, thrown aside to just survive. While you’re out to pickpocket the deceased, you find Angstrom Levy looking for Invincible- much to your confusion- as Invincible doesn’t exist here. Seeing the state of your universe, he offers you a more peaceful world- only if you do something for him in return. (set shortly before the invincible war)

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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Invincible doesn’t exist in your universe. And if viltrumites do exist, they have seemed to have left Earth alone. Maybe they would assume nothing was alive on it anymore. They didn’t even need to conquer Earth when humans had destroyed it themselves…

You walk down the broken pavement, what used to be a road years and years ago. That was before you were even born though. This is all you’ve ever known. Sure, you’ve heard stories about what clear skies looked like, what fruit tastes like, what clear lakes and oceans looked like, but you’ll never see it for yourself. Is it possible to miss something that you have never had? If so, that’s something you would feel more than you would like to admit.

Keeping down your path, you stop as you spot something at the corner of your eye. You lower your head in a fast jerking motion to see if it was a threat. No. Just a dead body. Kneeling down, you can see that the deceased woman isn’t decomposing yet. Meaning, the people who did this could be near. You look over her features, wondering what she was like.

She had a kind face, her clothing made it seem like she was guarded- but not in the way many are. She was probably one of those empaths, one that would try and teach children what morality is- even when there is slim to none left. She was probably in her 30s, and she was shot a few times in the chest. Usually you would search dead bodies for anything of use- bandages, medicine, food, clean water, weapons- but she didn’t have a bag on her. You didn’t specifically feel like checking her clothes as she didn’t have many pockets or padding on her. You hope her original soul is resting easy as you begin the sharp inhale, causing a small vacuum for her duplicated soul. Her soul was a soft peach color and it came out as a small wisp, grouping up into a ball. You quickly grab it in your hand before her duplicated soul would zip away or try to possess you. It lets out a small squeak, sounding like a mouse. The beauty of your powers.

𓉘 “047241, do you know why your veins look like that? Why your hands emit a soft yellow glow?” 

You shake your head in response, curious as to what this could mean.

“You, 047241, were chosen to become one of the divine. A weapon. Your veins are filled with divinity, you have been chosen for greatness.”𓉝 

So much for greatness. Being blessed to become divine just means they fill your veins with radiation and liquid medication as a baby so you can become a weapon for the high court. Turning you into a humanoid mutant. However, you missed the mark. Out of 34 subjects, you placed 11th place, and they picked the top 10. You were left to fend for yourself after that. 

Your divine power is complicated. You are quite literally a vacuum for souls and energy. You can vacuum up to 5 hours worth of energy out of a living creature, and can vacuum a duplicated soul out of a deceased human. Their souls usually have some sort of helpful ability to you: like living soul protection, picking up objects, dazing others, sensing others, healing, etc,. However, as soon as they are brought out of their body, they panic and try to run away or they get angry and try to possess you. And their possessions can go from 30 minutes to 12 hours if you’re not careful. They can’t talk, they're like a small animal that needs to be trained. You look at the peach colored soul as it tries to wiggle free from your grip.

“Sorry, no hard feelings.” You pull out a bottle from your bag and squeeze the soul into it as it bangs on the bottle from side to side to try and get out. You would deal with them later. Right now, you should get out of here, in case whoever killed this woman is still nearby. After adjusting your heavy backpack onto your back again, you see a figure. This figure has their back turned to you, clearly not worried about any possibility of danger behind them. You carefully scan them over, as you grab for your weapon. 

From behind, it looks like it could be a mutant, its skin is puffed up and wrinkly from the back, but when they turn around, they look normal from the front. It’s a man wearing something that doesn’t look protective or plausible for the wastelands. He seems like an anomaly almost, he feels too out of place. He looks around slightly before spotting you. You wait to see what he does, but he gives a polite smile- though you feel as though it might not be fully genuine. You tsk to yourself, looking him over before raising your voice so he can hear you.

“Are you armed?

He casually holds up his hands to show that he has nothing in them, that he’s unarmed. You can’t tell if he has something hiding in his clothes but you keep your weapon close as you approach.

“You part of a group?”

“Me? Oh, no. I’m just looking for someone.”

You hum, “Oh? Bounty hunter?”

“Not exactly.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his vague answers. The way he talks makes it obvious that he is not from the deep wastelands. Maybe he’s part of the high court or some other group of people that are protected but then again, he’s out here alone. Plus, he has a scar and looks like he may be mutated. He would be kicked out in a second if he was part of a higher group. So maybe he’s been ex-communicated?

“Who you lookin’ for?”

“I’m looking for Invincible.”

You pause, giving him an odd look.

“Who?”

“So you don’t know of him?”

“Nah. Doesn’t ring a bell. Is he supposed to be a big name, cause I know a lot of big names but that ain’t one of em.”

He chuckles to himself, “I would say you are lucky to not know him, but it seems your world is already facing its own challenges.”

Own World?

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“I am Angstrom Levy, I can travel dimensions.”

Before you can even ask questions, he opens up a portal with ease, emanating a bright green hue. You stare in awe, never thinking you would see something like this before. You quickly tear your eyes away and look back at Angstrom.

“And you came to this- uh, here- for this Invincible person? Why? Did he get lost in a dimension?” You doubt that theory a little as he does not seem panicked. Instead, his lip ever so slightly twitches downwards.

“Invincible is a murderer, he killed my son- he ruined the lives of millions across many of dimensions.”

You stare dumbfounded. Well, that would explain why he was looking for him. You have always heard that if you have a bond with blood relatives, you will feel a new intense feeling of adoration for them, wanting them to never be hurt. Having someone take away his son would probably trigger intense rage. You try to grasp at the concept of that intense of an emotion, but you can’t feel it.

“That must be why you’re here. You want to get revenge?”

He stares for a moment, before humming in agreement. He takes in your appearance. You do look odd, but not out of place for the wastelands. You wear a large color with a short chain on it, under it your number written: 047241. Your eyes are heavy, with prominent bags under them as you never feel relaxed and barely sleep. A big backpack stuffed to the brim with supplies you need, causing it to weigh over 100 pounds. Your shirt is a dirty forest green, paired with baggy camo pants. Underneath both your shirt and pants, you have padding underneath to act as a vest to prevent easy targets. Then, the oddest part, you have long, leather gloves on- reaching up to your elbow. He stares at your gloves, and you know what he is wondering. He’s wondering what you are hiding, because it’s even odd to wear this long of gloves in the wasteland.

“What is your name?”

“047241.”

He just stares at you, before huffing out a short laugh. Is your name one that causes humor?

“Are you happy here?”

You stay silent.

“Do you have a home here?”

You stay silent.

“Do you have loved ones here?”

Again, you stay silent.

“What if I can offer you a dimension that will give you the chance to experience all of that?”

You perk up, trying not to show off your excitement too much. However, it’s hard not to when you think of the idea of clean bodies of water, clean air, animals, fruit, sunshine, alive plants and trees, and the possibility of actually meeting and keeping in contact with new people. You have to remind yourself to not show your excitement because you don’t know what this Angstrom could be asking of you.

“What do you need in return?” Your voice comes out rough but you know that he knows he already got your attention.

“Simple, all I need in return is for you to give me updates whenever you hear about Invincible. I need to keep track of him for my… plans.” 

“Done.” You say without a moment of hesitation. You can do that no problem, and you get to potentially experience living in a world similar to yours before it became the dreaded wasteland it is today. 

“One last thing before we go. Once you get there, about a week and a half from now there may be a catastrophe, I would recommend going into hiding.”

“Can you see into the future too?”

“Something like that.”

“One more question.”

“And what is it?”

“How many days is a week and a half?”

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End Note: Hope you enjoyed this story. This is chapter 1 but it kind of serves as a setup for your character, background, motivation, and powers. This will probably just be shorter compared to my future chapters. I am open to any suggestions you may have for the story!

May I please request Rex splode dating dating reader who dresses emo? 😽

Of course, of course. I wrote it for a gender neutral reader and I did make it generally emo/scene/goth/punk/alternative because it is hard for me to tell the difference completely

Reader: Gender Neutral!Reader, Gn!Reader

Fandom: Invincible

Headcanons:

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He thinks it’s very eccentric. Your sense of style definitely makes you stand out among your peers but it’s not enough for that alone to catch his attention. What will catch his attention is when you were cutting things out that you liked from a home design magazine. He at first was annoyed, saying that magazines are expensive and shouldn’t be wasted but then he looked closer to see what you were cutting out. He calms down when you explain it’s for an art project.

The art project reflects your fashion taste and that causes him to fully appreciate your clothing in depth. After that, it took only a month of hanging out before he asked you out. 

He will listen to your genre of music without complaint. It’s not his specific type of music he’s into, but he likes it enough to listen to it with you. Plus, he likes seeing you jam out to the music. 

He would like to watch you go shopping- online or in person. He finds fashion similar in a sense to home design, liking the artistic aspect of it. 

He has to hit you with the fit checks- every time either of you will go out you have to pretty much model in front of him and he will rate your outfit.

Likes over the top outfits, with accessories and makeup (no matter your pronouns/gender identity). If you don’t like makeup, he will understand, but he will continue to encourage it. If you’re more masculine presenting, he will point out artists who wear full face makeup and still look masculine. 

It is easy to get him to dress in your clothes, he dressed in Atom Eve’s costume, so it’s very easy to get him into your clothes. No matter if the clothes are too big, too small, or just right- he will be wearing them for you. But not out in public because it may be uncomfortable material to him. 

While he is very supportive of your style, it does take some getting used to. He dated Atom Eve before and when he dated her he got her everything pink because of her hero costume. So he has to rewire his brain for it to fit the aesthetics of your room, fashion, and personality.

At first he doesn’t know what to buy so he will just buy CDs of your favorite artists/bands and hope you will have a CD player or at least like the value of the CD. You love it and he lets out a breath of relief.

If you wear platform boots, he’s trying them on every now and then and walking very awkwardly back and forth in your room. 

“See? I got this. And I look hot while doing it. Babe, you got some competition~”

Almost twisted his ankles a few times in them.

Helps decorate your room. Even if he isn’t into emo/goth/punk/alternative fashion, he loves house designs and will make your room aesthetically pleasing. 

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He smiles at you, confident but also a hint of warmth, as you help him with his art project. After he saw you cut out pieces you liked in the modern house design magazines, he thought about doing it himself. He just didn't know where to start, so he asked you for help.

"Remember, don't douse the paper with glue," You gently reminded him as you cut out some of the objects and furniture from the magazine with the precision he didn't have.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it hun, don't even worry about it," He he gently puts a thin outline of glue around the rim of the cut out of the couch and gently pats it onto the paper below. He had printed out a picture of an empty bedroom he thought looked cool and is gluing furniture, decorations and neccesities onto the paper like he's designing a house.

As you cut out more of the pieces he picked out, some of them remind you of what you like. It doesn't entirely fit with the theme of the bedroom, which is odd because Rex is always on theme. You don't question his creative liberty with this art project he decided on making out of the blue on a random Tuesday. Once you're finished, you pull your knees to your chest and watch him do the rest.

"I never thought you would be into art."

"I'm not- not really. But this is special."

"How so?"

"It's a dream bedroom, for when we get a house"

He lifts up the slightly wet piece of paper, showing off what he made like a kid showing their parents their finished project they made at school. It's a big bedroom that is filled with both stuff you like, and stuff he likes. He nailed all of your favorite designs, aesthetics, band posters- he put a lot of thought into this. Hell, he went through 12 magazines just to make this project. It warms your heart.

"Aw, Rex. It's beautiful. I can't wait to have this house with you"

"Me either, but don't worry. One day I will make it a reality."

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“M” privileges are back, and there will be a reason explained in my au as to why he picked a more Korean name (other than him being half Korean)

.Girl hear me out please . I wanted to ask if you could do a reader (who's also mark's girlfriend from invincible) that has the ability to manipulate time and because of that power she has a calm, logical, and emotionally reserved nature and having a strong sense of control and are often level-headed, even in stressful situations since she has future vision as well so she knows the outcome of every situation. This in tail make her struggle to process and express emotions in the present moment due to her precognitive abilities. This leads to a perceived coldness and detachment, especially when contrasted with anyones emotional intensity. Basically because she knows the outcome in every situation she doesn't express any emotion in the present. So the scenario is that reader knew that nolan would not only get rid of old guardians but also try to do the same with mark at season 1 but didn't say anything because she knew it was necessary for mark and earth development. How would mark and the others(new guardians and cecil) react to learning this information .

Sorry if it's alot I just had this idea in my head for a few and wanted to share it .

I didn’t know if you wanted this to have a bad ending or good ending so I wrote both… I also added to the powers so it’s more fleshed out and added downsides. I hope you enjoy!

Reader: Fem!Reader, Gn!Reader

Fandom: Invincible

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You had to keep your ability to manipulate time and predict the future a secret because of how it fared for you in the past. Your powers can control time, but only in limited portions. You could try to reverse time, but the most you can do is a couple minutes and it takes a severe toll on your body, same with speeding up time, or slowing it down so it’s in slow motion for you. On a rare occasion you can freeze all of time, so you can be the only one moving, but this is even more draining and if you aren’t careful you can slip into a deep sleep for a day or two. You can see possibilities, that will depend on certain actions- then there’s future events that no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop. It’s like a cannon event, except there is truly no way to stop it- life will find a way for this event to happen.

The only one who knows of this ability is Cecil, and you just have to pretend you're a regular person who just happens to help out at the GDA.

When you start dating Mark, he is like a lost puppy, trying to constantly understand if he did something wrong, or if that’s how you always are.

He eventually grows a little used to it, but it’s obvious that he wishes he could understand what is going on in your brain.

Due to you helping out at the GDA, you work around the new guardians when they do arrive.

When you worked with the old guardians, they liked you and treated you like an apprentice- even if you didn’t plan on becoming a hero. Martian man, Green ghost and Red Rush were particularly fond of you, always checking up on you- very understanding of your personality. The others were fond of you too, just in a less obvious way. DarkWing understood your cold personality and a personal level, and you got along with his “assistant” NightBoy- due to you being close in age.  They didn’t know of your powers, but they had suspicions due to certain events that had happened in the past.

As soon as they were confirmed to all be dead, you got the look from Cecil that says he’s angered by you, and disappointed. The Guardians were like your second home, so why did you let them die? You didn’t even need to confirm you knew the outcome, he already knew. 

He told you off, but he couldn’t let that stop you from working because he will need you to figure out how to stop Omni-Man. He will try every way to bribe you into telling him what the future holds, or how to stop Omni-Man. 

While you do little to show your emotions, the Guardians deaths were not lost to you. You had mourned them two weeks before they even died, but once it hits you they’re actually gone, you silently cry to yourself.

Mark tries to encourage you to show him your grief, and when you are presenting your detachment- he gets a little frustrated but doesn’t push it.

When you see the future of what Omni-Man will do to Mark, you feel a wave of dread. It’s something that is strong and you’ve only felt a handful of times- but the empty feeling, the rush of a depressing acceptance. You see the other outcomes, how Mark could become, and you know you can’t interfere.

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Bad Ending

Cecil watches as you sit next to Mark in the hospital with his mom, and he will call you over and ask when you will tell Mark- because the longer you keep the secret, the angrier Mark will be when he finds out.

You think it over, and it gets out before you can tell him. Nurses in his room had overheard the conversation and were whispering about it when they thought Mark was asleep.

Mark is pissed, when he gets out he’s arguing with you in front of the new guardians, and then he broke up with you and told you to go away.

New guardians started distancing themselves from you as well. Even if you try to explain it to them, they don’t want to hear it. Especially Mark. 

Robot will talk to you every now and then, but that’s about it. Unfortunately, you knew this would happen. When you were a kid, you knew that in the future- you would end up alone because of these powers. It was meant to happen and you cannot change it. Now, you’re alone while working at the GDA. Mark won’t even look in your direction anymore, even if you still love him- there’s no way he will forgive you.

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Good Ending

You sit next to Mark’s bed with Debbie. She has been very understanding of you being emotionally distant, perceived as cold. However, she can tell past your eyes that you’re struggling to see Mark hurt like this.

She goes to ask you how you feel and you let it all come spilling out. Everything. She sits there and listens. Afterwards, you feel a little ashamed. Her son is in the hospital, her husband being a mass murderer and you just ranted about how it’s a burden to know all of this. Out of shame, and fear of the worst outcome, you leave.

You’re scared to go back but after a few days, you do go back. She smiles warmly at you, and motions for you to come closer. Mark is awake, and she had told him everything beforehand. He’s mad, but mostly just hurt that you didn’t tell him, but due to Debbie putting it into perspective- he is willing to forgive you. 

After that, you guys talk about boundaries and how to proceed with your relationship. He is okay not knowing everything you know as long as you are open to communicating your feelings and emotions better with him. You two will work it out, one step at a time.

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End note: I hope you enjoyed! If you sent in a request, I promise I am working on it and will be posting soon! Have a lovely day!

Mark from Invincible !

I honestly can’t decide which suit i like more

Hello! Could you pls write something where the reader is struggling with addiction and is depressed about the situation. He goes to Mark when he’s sad about it and Mark doesn’t know and he ends up telling Mark what’s going on cause he feels like shit making him (mark) worry about him(reader). He and Mark have a heart to heart about it and Mark does something to cheer him up (they do something cute, like go on a walk and get food or smt fluffy idk). Thx sm

As someone who has severe depression and watched people struggle with different types of addiction, I feel like I was qualified enough to do this. Apologizes for how long this took I wanted to wait until I was done with my semester of college before answering asks.

Pairings: Mark Grayson x Male Reader

Fandom: Invincible

You don’t know when it started, time warped around in your memories to where it all became a big blur. Youll question the passage of time, how long has it truly been? The only thing that’ll stick out in memories is important events, like Mark’s Birthday.

That day stood out because while you were still struggling, it felt nice to have a time to just forget you even were. A nice distraction as you watched your boyfriend excitedly talk to you and his friends about how he loved the presents, and then how you all went out to do whatever he wanted to do. That’s when he pulled you all to the amusement park. You all warned Mark not to eat before getting on the ride but he said he went flying like that as Invincible all the time. Afterwards he was doubled over in a trashcan, not expecting all the loops and turns specifically, but also because he just ate too much. However, he still had a fun day and bounced back to normal after sitting down for just 15 minutes.

You smile tiredly at the memory before turning to your desk that had wrappers all over it- and you look at the keychain of Seance Dog that had the initials MG on the back, you and Mark getting matching ones with each other’s initials on it. Even if you weren’t entirely into the series, it made Mark happy- therefore made you happy. Then there’s the Photo Booth picture with you, Mark, Amber, William, Rick and Eve. Then the Photo Booth picture of just you and him.

You groan when you realize your phone is dead, and you scavenge among your room for the cord. There it is, right next to an empty pill bottle you never threw away. You let out a shaky sigh before plugging the cord into the wall and then into your phone. You wait for about a minute before the screen lights up and you see missed messages and calls. Shit.

[3 missed calls from Mark 💛🩵]

Mark 💛🩵: Hun? Did I do something wrong? You haven’t been answering me

Mark 💛🩵: Babe?

Mark 💛🩵: Can I come over tn? I had a rough day

Mark 💛🩵: ?

Mark 💛🩵: I’m sorry for whatever I did, I miss you. Is something going on? Please don’t shut me out

The messages make your gut coil and churn with guilt, it doesn’t feel good at all. He’s worried about you and yet you’re being a terrible boyfriend by not telling him, by being self-centered-

Then it hits you. He was like this with Amber before they broke up the first time. You were going to text but he deserves a call instead. You take a deep breath, rub your forming headache, and hit the call button.

It rings a few times before he answers, he voice sounding frantic, excited, worried, and relieved all at the same time.

“Babe- oh thank god. Oh my god I was so scared that something happened to you- or- or I did something wrong”

“No, no, you did nothing wrong. Sorry I didn’t answer, my phone was dead”

“It was dead? You used to never let it die, you were so concerned about its battery life at all times of the day” He lets out a sad chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. It’s so weird. Anyways- uh, are you okay? I saw your messages from last night”

“Uhm, I would say I’m okay but I could be better. Got a little beat up yesterday. It’s healed but it’s… not fun”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Can I come over?”

You hesitate. You look around your room and it’s a disaster. Laundry everywhere, trash everywhere, things out of place. It looks like someone threw everything into your room and called it a day. He hears the hesitation and sighs.

“Is that a no? Usually when you hesitate it’s a no”

Nonono, you don’t want him to get the wrong idea- to think you don’t love him or have time for him anymore. Before you can think you say, “No, it’s a yes. You can come over”

“Okay, okay, oh man, I can’t wait to see you. I’ll be dressed quick and be there in 5”

“Okay great, can’t wait to see you. Love you”

“Love you too, bye”

“Bye”

As soon as he hangs up you shovel the clothes from the floor into your hands and throw it into the bottom of the closet. When he says he will be there in five, he means it. Curse him and his speedy flying- but not really because you love that man whole heartedly. You grab a trash bag and just throw shit into it, hoping nothing important gets thrown in there. You’re making progress, but because it’s scattered all across your room you also feel like you’re making no progress at all. You just freeze and stare at the floor- almost as if you want it to just disappear. You can’t get yourself to continue to move- the sight alone makes you wanna start hyperventilating. It needs to be cleaned. You need to be clean. Oh god, what does the rest of the house look like? Before you know it you’re crumpling to the ground and sobbing into your arms. It feels life shattering, but you know with a little bit of drugs- it’ll just be a silly little problem that could be melted away. You sniffle, thinking about if you took the last pill or if you still have some more left.

Knock knock knock. At your window. You can hear it behind yourself- and you feel yourself start to cry again. God, now Mark- you’re perfect superhero boyfriend- knows you’re a fucking slob with an addiction.

Knock knock knock. Sounds a little more frantic this time. Time to face the music, face your greatest fear- and it was one you knew you couldn’t escape because you couldn’t get your life together. You slowly stand up, and open the window. You expected him to recoil in disgust at your appearance and the state of your room. But no- his soft brown eyes look concerned.

“Are you okay? I thought I heard you cryin-“

The question alone brought you to tears again. He looks a little startled but fully comes into the room from your window and pulls you into a hug. You wanna pull back- telling him to get away because you’re disgusting. But you just sob into his shoulder.

“Oh hun, what’s wrong?” He asks delicately with warmth underlying. You sniffle, trying not to hiccup over every word that stumbles out of your chapped lips.

“I’m sorry” Is the first thing you say, as it is the first thing that comes to mind. You feel like you need to apologize for everything, for even existing.

“Sorry for what?” He pulls back to try and look at your face, when you look down, he doesn’t try to force you to look at him. But he just wants to gauge your facial expressions from what he can see.

“I’m- I’m a mess. Me, my room, and- and” You can’t think of a way to explain your addiction to him, or your severe depression that just kept getting worse these past few months. He doesn’t cut you off, he waits patiently for you to finish.

“I’m… I’ve been taking pills.”

You expected him to gasp, to flinch even, anything that showed horror, disgust, maybe even him being upset. But no. He lightly rubbed your arms and nodded.

“For how long?”

“2 months.”

“Okay, I’m here. Do you wanna talk about it?”

His calm response almost made you cry again. It felt so normal- not like he was brushing the problem under the rug, but like he was humanizing what you went through. Your lip quivers and you don’t know how to respond. Yes, you wanna talk about it. But also no, because you don’t trust your own voice.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. We can just lay together, sit together, watch Tv. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I will try to make possible”

You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, “I think I wanna shower first, if that’s okay.”

“Of course. Do you want me to order food or make food in the meantime?”

You didn’t feel hungry but it wasn’t good to not eat so you end up agreeing. You grab some fresh clothes from your closet, which isn’t much, and then head into the shower.

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After the shower, you eat the food Mark cooked for you and explain to him what has been going on. How you fell into a deep depression again and then you started using. Then you explain, with your eyes watering and your voice threatening to break, that you were ashamed. That you didn’t want to tell him because you feel gross when you get to this point, and it feels like you can’t come back. Then you hiccup and sob that you’re sorry for being distant and making him worry.

He sits there and lets you finish, before pulling you into a hug. He kisses your temple softly and explains that he understands. He doesn’t understand on a personal level but he understands your thought process and thanks you for opening up to him now.

He makes you feel sane. It isn’t like he fixed you, but you feel less insecure as he helps you clean your room and make a plan for how to navigate this moving forward. He helps with resources, if you’re willing to accept that just yet, and then helps shop for new groceries as well.

He understands it takes time too, you don’t just magically get better. He’s there for you every step of the way. He’s been understanding to you the way you were for him. When he’s in the hospital because of a fight or is bruised up, you drop whatever you're doing and rush to be there. In a way, you two understand the other's struggles without being in the same position. Perhaps you understand each other in only the way a boyfriend would. He celebrates every day you go without using, every day you’re clean instead of focusing on the fact you’ve used at all. And you patch him up (really it’s just putting kids bandaids on his bruises while the two of you laugh at how silly it is) and tell him what he did was brave and that he’s saving lives. And maybe he even saved yours.

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.

Lioness cait. Spotted hyena vi. Do you see my vision

“And so dear audience, perhaps it’s time to give Amber and Mark some privacy and turn our attention to—” NOOOOOOOO

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