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Quirks

This is just me dumping all of my thoughts so bear with me

What are quirks? Like genuinely, what are they? They're genetic, and they influence personality. There are also quirk vestiges which are just the echos of the wielder's consciousness. But what are they really? Sure they are superpowers, they are supposed to be the next step in human evolution. But I have SOOO any more questions!!!

Quirks were an extremely sudden change. They developed and evolved incredibly fast. Seeing as Quirks are a natural development, they would have had to happen via mutation in human genetics. But a development like that, that was this widespread, this diverse, that happened this quickly had to be in the making for years. Since not only babies but teens and kids had been developing quirks right when they started it has to be a few changes that suddenly turned into quirks. But, as I said, quirks are so diverse that it couldn't have been a single, small change. Which brings me to my second question, "How did scientists not notice?" the start of quirks happened somewhere in the 2000s, a few decades after, and maybe even in the 2090s. They have modern tech, and they most likely have ongoing experiments. Why didn't any scientists flag the change? We don't know everything about DNA and which genes do what but we still should've or could've seen the new changes. Did scientists know but didn't publish anything? Did people brush it off as nothing to worry about?

Back to what quirks are. They are genetic, and they can affect personality and are rooted very deeply in the person's consciousness. But how can humans, in a few hundred years, go from us right now to being able to TRANSFORM at will, create things from our bodies, create energy, control things telepathically, and literally make EXPLOSIONS from our hands? The time it took to go from animals to humans took millions of years and in a fraction of the time we managed to actually have SUPERPOWERS, something fictional. They are such a mystery to me. Most magic/power systems have some reasoning. Like its just energy that humans use that just exists in the world. Unlike in comics, quirks are extremely common and diverse and developed FAST, so they aren't your regular abilities.

This brings me a mini theory I have, that quirks were made, or influenced by an outside party. We have always loved and been enamored by fiction. What if someone wanted to bring his favorite comic to reality? What if they were meant to be bioweapons but someone miscalculated? Or does some disease manage to change humanity and take out most of the ones not suited to survive it while possibly strengthening the ones who do? This is just a small thought I had while thinking about quirks.

I'm a science and sci-fi/fiction nerd in case you couldn't tell... but in all seriousness, quirks are very fascinating to me.

And this is why shapeshifting is GOAT

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

I'll be the hot glue villain. I am immune no one else is muahhahqhah

Mind reading

I don't really get people who say they tihnk mind reading would be a bad super power to have, most reasons I've seen for it are that you'd get to know all of the bad things people think of you but...

Wouldnt that actually just be a positive? I mean at least to me (may or may not have some issues with paranoia tbf) it's like sure I'd know what other people think of me and some of what they think might be negative but at least I know they see me negatively or positively and all things considered I'd be satisfied with that knowledge.

I do suppose it kind of depends on the mechanics of the mind reading to say for sure but that might already be looking into it a bit too deeply.

Just a random thought I've had for a while.

OMG I finally finished this design an ETERNITY ago and never posted smh... 

Here is Adrian’s completed design with her doc oc arms and all! I had both a challenge and and BLAST deciding how I was gonna make everything look and be octopus themed so here’s a rundown: 

 Bike helmet looks like a beak since octopi have beaks but most people don’t really know about that. The shading was hard as hell but I was eventually able to make it look like oil or mayhaps some ink? 

Her mask: Meant to mimic Japanese diving mask that inhale water and then allow you to breath the oxygen in the water.  (Still don’t know the exact science behind it all lol) Like with her ankle braces and wrist tubes from my last post those little knobs on the sides of her face mask are indicators of her oxygen levels.  The brighter, the better her circulation and flow is goingSince her blood is her weapon of choice aside from normal combat and her tentacle powers, she’s going to be needing a lot of air if she wants to last long in a fight. I also tried to make the actual shape if the filter on the mask look like a filter in a fish tank or the gates to Poseidon’s castle. Take your pick!

Her visor: Meant to look like a squid when their skin is at a more neutral glow rather than their invisibility when camouflaged. The actual shape is also very similar to an octopi or squids eyes.

Her hands: Grab attack! Injector fingers adding a little more weight to the idea of “if this character gets a hold of you- Its game over..” the more she grabs onto you, the faster the fight is going to go but this doesn’t mean it doesn’t tire her out a bit either. It IS still her blood after all.

And finally I’v got a nice showing of what the back of her suit looks like and where the tentacles are positioned on her back! If any of you have constructive criticisms or advice I’d be happy to hear it! so far this is my favorite out of the fighting character designs I’ve come up with and I’m very proud of myself for what I was able to accomplish with it.  

Sorry for the paragraphs but I hope you found at least a little bit of it interesting! 

I make everyone gay or an ally no getting out of it

NGL the idea of being properly seen unlocking one's latent superpowers is a pretty banger concept

Absolutely astonished that while helping a lady today she turned and said, “Your eyes are different colors!”

Reader. My eyes are different colors but it’s so subtle that I’ve had close friends who couldn’t tell the difference. I’ve excitedly told people only to have them clock it and go, “That’s it?”

I’ve had multiple people I’ve known for years see my eyes in sunlight and go, “Oh! Your eyes are green!”

Mom mother still calls me her blue eyed girl.

But here comes this beautiful lady. Who I’d only known for five minutes was just gushing about how cool it was that one of my eyes was greener and the other bluer and how she desperately wanted a dog with heterochromia and how she thought it was super noticeable.

My day is made. I feel like an anime protagonist. I could leap a tall building. I think this unlocked superpowers, probably.

Gems of Eternity: Wrath of Vocturnus | Chapter 2: Awakening of the Tiger

In the chaotic ruins of a large city, burning buildings had collapsed, corpses were splayed all over the scene, and the people who weren’t dead were either running around trying to escape with their lives, or had already accepted their fate. A black figure stood atop one of the only buildings that hadn't collapsed. He had multiple hands sprouting out of his back like a spider, and a devilish...

Check it out guys, third chapter of my original series was just posted!

OMG I'M A TIME LORD!!! ALL THE YES

What is it?

I wanna see negative effects of the Infinity Stones...hear me out...

The Power Stone obviously overpowers anyone of “a lesser strength,” whatever, I don’t care about wispy purple explosions...

And we all know what the Reality Stone does to a person, Jane Foster and her possibly getting cancer from it’s exposure to her body alone being exhibit numero uno...

I wanna see somebody take the Time Stone and be plagued with nightmares of atrocities throughout history. Past, present, future, shit that almost happened and the infinite possibilities that have yet to come to pass! The days, ways and exact moments down to the very second you or your loved ones are going to die and not being able to do anything about it! Just like the Ancient One in Doctor Strange! Be burderned with knowledge of time!

I wanna see someone snatch the Space Stone and accidentally make a black hole every time they get depressed or shift gravity around based on their mood- like floating off the ground every time they have a panic attack or being physically dragged down to the floor in a depressive episode. I want them to have dreams of neutron stars exploding or solar systems being born at the core of the Milky Way or any other galaxy.

With the Mind Stone, I want ya boy/girl to be cursed with the knowledge of other people’s thoughts. Good, bad, ugly and down right disgusting. You have somebody stalking you? You now have to hear everything they’re thinking about doing to you, but do you know where they are? Probably not. And if you think that’s bad, imagine never being allowed to forget a single detail of your entire life or the details within the memories of others. For example, your mother’s possible turmoil in debating whether or not she was going to keep you. Or your Dad contemplating whether or not he wanted to be a father or take his chances on the run. Or perhaps even a former babysitter who thought about killing you when you were little.

You wanna take a moment to get weird and think about the ramifications of the god damn Soul Stone...? Because I wish I hadn’t. Can you imagine being the only human in the world who could genuinely see ghosts? Who could likely control the Ghost Rider and maybe even cure his madness...? Being the only person in the history of the world to hold the power of life and death in your grasp? Having to see ghosts trailing behind their loved ones, trapped on the mortal plain with unfinished business and you can’t acknowledge them or you risk being haunted by a spirit begging you day and night to bring them back...? Or to take revenge on their behalf...? You would essentially be taking on the jobs of Charon, Hades, Thanatos and Cerberus all at the same time and that sounds like a particularly shit occupation, because let’s not forget about the Ghost Rider’s boss. The literal Devil himself who would more than likely try to murder you for the Soul Stone to get his revenge on the One Above All (who is God in the Marvel Universe) which would likely then bring on the apocalypse! The Biblical End of Days, because you gave Red Skull the finger and killed a loved one!

I really, really wish I hadn’t just spent the last four hours thinking about this, but I had to share or I was gonna scream...I’m not sorry...

Superpower Ramblings: The Muscle 

Back aging with my BS, this time breaking down & trying to innovate on 'The Mussel'/ Explanatory, the Mussel is what it says on the tin, the Guy or Gal that's the strongest in the group, physically largest or not they will fall under several other categories such as "The Flying Brick" or "Combat Master" not "The Big Guy". These are not what I will be talking about today (Mostly), Im talking about the pure Mussel.  

Characters such as The Hulk, Luke Cage, etc. That have no or minimal training, they punch & punch and don't have a whole lot else going for them. Occasionally you get Mussel backed by Brains /Genius Bruiser such as DC's Hourman (Depending on the version), and Marvels Hank McCoy/'The Beast'. However they have something else going for them, I'm talking about pure strength builds with nothing else, so smarts, no secondary powers going for them, nothing. Characters like these usually fall into the "Dumb Muscle" camp, being all muscle, which is a disservice to their character as it degrades their role in the story, or the villainous version being 'The Brute' who are usually a throwaway character. 

The most common option is making them a "Combat Master" such as Wonder Woman or even the villainous version of the Hulk from the current 'Ultimate Marvel Universe', and while this what I think it should be I think it oversteps its bounds and they become another architype. Most "Combat Masters" have had decades if not centuries of implied experience honing their craft, and due to the Status Quo characters cannot evolve past a run to retain skills. At the best of times, you will have characters pull out stunts they learned 'in-between' runs/volumes without seeing any implied training. And that takes into account that you have descent control over your strength & won't just destroy the city because you know how to punch properly. 

SO now lets go to our character creation scenario, you as the average civilian are endowed with power beyond power, and you can't open your door or get physical with people without accidently destroying with them. You have the average experience, average money, and no connections, what would you do? Can you afford in time or money to take that expensive kung-fu/karate/ti-chi class every week? probably not, but you still want to go out there and do your best without causing massive damage & lawsuits for all the destroyed property, what can you do? Its simple, Hug them. 

No, I'm serous, when most people want to do no damage but still restrain people the best option is to go in for a bear hug, as Super Strength usually also comes with Super Durability and Stamina. Of course, you will be used as a "Warf Effect" constantly to show how powerful the villain is, and is what should spurs on an evolution, in this case taking the simple bear hug and turning it into Greco-Roman wrestling/Sumo. Yes, I am serous. Because unless you're team already has a 'Combat Master' on it you don't have the time or connection to get anywhere near the level that you need to control you strength enough to use it without 'Super Power Proof' items/housing. 

More ramblings of a madman, see you next time. 

Superpower Ramblings: Speedsters 

 Just some ramblings and Ideas of a madman, this time Speedsters. 

Speedsters, known for their ludicrous running speed, quick thinking, and occasional enormous appetites, are a classic stable in any Setting. Usually, the jokesters of the group they, while having many badass and emotional moments, are often seen as the least of the group. I think that is mostly to how they are portrayed, usably as the least powerful of the groups they are a part of.  

Think about it. 

Usually in the group you have the 'Heroic leader' they may or may not be the 'Flying Brick' someone who is seemingly near invincible and willing to jump in front of nearly every attack for their teammates, who while not as fast as the speedster can both take and deal out more damage than the speedster. 

Then there’s your second in command/'lancer', usually the brains of the group, their skill set is tactical, be that regular smart or cybernetically enhanced. They are usually a "Normal Badass" as all their skills are enhanced from gadgets they have made, which usually elevates them above their powered teammates. 

The rest are an assortment of "Muscle", "Trained Fighter", and "Spellcaster" and/or "Psychic". Speedsters are a niece category and too numerus to count, and while some are more creative than others, they are really dumb. I mean that they, like most others, have not thought threw their power sets to the outer most limits. 

There are plenty of creative usages I have seen, such as thinking in superspeed to outwit Psychics, or having "Bullet Time" to investigate an area in the matter of moments, heck the flashes tornados are a particularly good example. 

I guess my gripe is that they are normal humans, with normal ways of thinking, that usually unless you are a "Normal Badass" you don't do any training. Think of it, all speedsters fight the same way, with superspeed 'Hit and Run' tack ticks, and with Supervillains that know how to fight (Usually the fastest Speedster among the pantheon) why have tactics not evolved?  

I want to blame lazy Wrighters and the status quo of this, which while true is not the entire point. People don't think outside of the Box. Just Imagen that you are a random civilian that has lived in a world with decades of Heroes & Villans, now you have superpowers and decide to join the game, what do you do differently? Absolutely nothing, oh sure you may have a gimmick tied directly to your powers, but that is it, you may have a 'Power Evolution' at some point, but you don’t actively go out of your way to change, and you wonder why you have such a hard time fighting. 

Now dear reader, if you had superspeed what would you do? Get dishes done in an instant, Clean all your rooms in record time? Well sure, but you usually have a dishwasher that automatically does that for over an hour or more, and how often do you actually clean your room? Well, what about practicing? Yes I know, people don’t want to, hell I very much don't want to, and without some music or something it can become tedious. But think of it, reps done in a secant, stretching exercises done in the mater of moments, that stupid jazzercise fitness routine done in a minute instead of an hour. Now lets push that forward to its most extreme, practicing a fighting style in the matter of weeks or months instead of decades, sure you need an expert to point out your flawed form when you begin, but as soon as you got it you can do a thousand punches, kicks, or whatever move in the matter of moments. 

Why shouldn't there be a Speedster that stands still in the middle of the street weighting for you to attack, and when you do that can Kickbox your ass at supersonic speed, that when you shoot at them with anti-speedster weapons they ‘Dempsey roll’ there way through laser weaponry? 

Yes this whole ramble is a plea for more "Boxing Lessens for Superman", so will the rest of my "Superpowers should be more Interesting" ramblings. 

I guess my power is being a piece of chocolate blessed with cognitive human thought and speech, as well as making questionable memes and fanfictions straight from the pits of hell. So yeah.

ZHENYA ‘PSIKH’ BOGDANOV

(pardon the terrible lighting 😔)

Codename : Nyx, named after the primordial greek goddess of the night (yeah it's a feminine name, but does Zhenya give a damn? Hell no)

Nickname : His friends and family members know him simply as Zhen, otherwise in the underworld he is better known as Psikh Bogdanov, or the madman as some prefer to call him for simplicity

[ 20 || 6'1" || cis-male || demisexual || in a relationship with Ash and Rin ]

Appearance : Short midnight black hair, and emerald green eyes

His stats

(dudes here ready to go full on doomslayer on his enemies)

Some facts about him:

~ He likes smoking, and that too the best quality cigars

~ As a child Zhenya wanted to be a writer, maybe even a journalist. He liked journaling his days as a kid, writing small stories and frequently narrating details of his day with his father, uncle and Ash before the incident with his dad, following which he discontinued writing indefinitely. He never touched his little journal after that.

~ Once had a bucket list containing all the things he wanted to do as a kid. These included bungee jumping, going to the seven wonders of the world and hell, even riding an ostrich (overall he just wanted to do every crazy thing one can possibly do). One of the wishes in this list included going to Disneyland with his dad. Unfortunately it never happened and he refused to ever go there

~ is very fond of daffodils. Ash regularly buys daffodils to be put in a vase in the middle of the room where he can see them

~ he is very fond of Donna tartt's books, especially the secret history

~ during his (cringe) puberty phase, when emotions and hormones run high and teenagers become the biggest menaces alive, Zhenya had the misfortune of stumbling upon Twilight. Following that fateful encounter he became a hardcore Twilight fan, especially as a firm member Team Jacob. He even went as far as to get a wolf tattoo and got his ears pierced as a form of his teenage rebellion. Thankfully he got over his cringe phase quickly, and now everytime he thinks about it he can't help but feel embarrassed to the core. (I can say this with a guarantee that Rin tries to pull his leg every once in a while by mentioning his horrific past, just for the sake of seeing Zhenya blush furiously.)

~ also likes reading books and historical research papers on medieval punishments and torture methods, for science ofcourse he says

~ is a pretty decent cook

~ although he can only cook dishes related to chicken, Zhenya is experienced enough to debone a raw chicken blindfolded holding some of the sharpest knives ever. The countless scars on his hands and arms are a testament of his perseverance. Apparently he's ‘practising’...

~ “a balanced diet is very important.” also him, proceeds to carefully remove all the peas from his food

~ has never lost a single match of rock-paper-scissors, even against Rin. However, one cannot say the same for his terrible luck and history with UNO. My guy here can get almost all the power cards at the beginning of the game, yet somehow always manages to lose them all and be defeated brutally. It has come to the point some believe he's intentionally losing, he's not.

~ likes watching and listening to true crime podcasts

~ Zhenya has a very bad habit of smiling whenever he's lying, making it impossible for anyone to figure out when he's lying or not (except those close to him who can see the discrepancies between his real and fake smiles)

~ can hold his liquor very well. The most he can go with, is 23 shots, which is his highest record so far, until he eventually passes and wakes up to the absolute worst hangover of his life

~ will call you a moron if you were to ask him the classic “would you still love me if I was a worm?” but still answer with a yes

~ sorry no Pixie cameo this time 😔, on another note, Zhenya actually adopted Pixie from the streets when he accidentally stepped on her on his way home. Feeling guilty he brought her home and the kitten that was barely a month old became a part of his small family. Now refuses to let anyone even touch her without his permission, talk about being overprotective

MIKHAIL 'MICKI' VICTOROVICH LANG

(this is @headdaze's MC, btw all comments are made by them-)

Codename : Tisiphone (he’d probably get a kick out of the nicknames he could make– like he picks up the phone and goes “hello? This is tisiphone answeirng the phone at avengers speed-” OR EVEN BETTER “hello? Tis me, tisiphone–”)

Nickname : His close ones simply call him, Angel, meanwhile the rest just go along with Micki

[ 20 || 5'5" || agender, he/they || demisexual || working on getting Ash, will work on Rin (when they meet each other as adults which they haven’t yet LOLOLOL)]

Appearance : Slightly long brown hair, with grayish, green blue eyes

Some facts about them

~ after destroying a microwave, ruining a meal, burning a few items, and other travesties, micki resigned himself to simple dishes… no five star courses (later on Zhenya takes it upon himself to cook for Mikhail, after keeping him 6feet away from the kitchen ofcourse)

~ loves nothing more than a good book and as such gets heavily irritated when something good disappoints them

~ very pro-healthy food but still eats unhealthy

~ vision is ABSOLUTE SHIT, wears either ridiculously thick glasses or contacts

~ usually sweet but can have a scary side too (people like to call him the wolf in sheep’s clothing)

~ his dream is to go around the world, eat the things he wants, and buy the things he wants without feeling guilty about spending money

~ a MASSIVE penny pincher

~ “ZHEN CAN YOU PLEASE STOP RUINIG YOUR LUNGS WITH THOSE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL CIGARS” “No.”

~ comfy > fashion, the man is not going to strut outside on a winter day in an outfit even if he looks good in it because if it gets him a cold it is GAME OVER

~ literally cannot stay up for the life of them, alwAYS gets irritable when sleepy so prefers to get their hours of sleep in

(why is a majority of this basically just me)

IF : VENDETTA BY @vendetta-if

“I will deny you death until you beg for it”

Here's my MC with his pet cat, Pixie! His name is Zhenya 'Zhen' Bogdanov. Though his enemies rather know him as 'Psikh Bogdanov'.

Because of his soft looks and polite demeanour Zhenya is often misunderstood to be a pushover by people who aren't very familiar with him. However for those who do, they know that he is anything but one. He's a softie around his family members and friends, but Zhenya's reputation as a ruthless individual sometimes far precedes his own family's. The people in the underworld often refer to him as a 'Psikh' (which basically means a madman or asshole in Russian) all because of his utter callousness when dealing with people and the extent of his ruthlessness. It is an unspoken rule in the underworld not to provoke him in case the 'nuclear bomb' goes off again. He looks up to his Grandfather and Uncle a lot (they're practically his role models) and he hopes to become the head of the Morozov family and bring it to new heights, although that might take a while considering he's busy with a rat (cough the killer cough) on the run. Plus despite his high ambitions Zhenya has a very bad habit of procrastinating things all the time if he doesn't find them interesting and running away frequently to hide in a cat cafe (psh the benefits of being a pampered kid i tell ya). Because of his strange obsession with cats and just felines in general, one can often see him cuddling on the couch with a shadow tiger (imagine instead of shadow hellhounds we have shadow tigers :D). Also he loves his pet ragdoll, Pixie with his whole being so to be given the chance to hold her should be considered an honour. The only ones who have been given this honour are Ash, Luka, and Rin.

Zhenya also likes reading books (though most of them are either horrifying fairy tales from the grimm brothers and the likes or manuals related to medieval torture methods, don't question him about it he'll simply call them necessary for scientific reasons, whatever they mean), trying out new kinda of foods (his favourites are the spicy and sour kind) and gatdening to a certain extent. Looking at his hobbies no one would believe that he is the heir of one of the biggest families in Elysium City (and that's exactly what he wants you to think). He's the living embodiment of 'looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you'.

(psshhhhh sorry for the bad lighting tho! I hope you like him ^^ @vendetta-if )

I wish I could fly. Or like float/swim through the air like it was water, bc then I would just take naps while levitating all the time. Just a cheeky air nap.

I'm a hobbit from the Shire, with the unusual abilty to locate every strawberry in a 144-mile radius and gobble it up. Oh, and side note...can I please also be Diamond of Long Cleeve (Pippin's wife!), please?💖✨🍓

zeekayart, with the power of phonetic pronunciation of letters, and general art snobbery!

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”

….

“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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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!

What are the chances that one (hypothetically) could become Spiderman?

We (within the marvel universe) live in Earth-1218, the only universe with no superpowers. There are 3 options here.

1. Genetically modify a spider to give someone Spiderman's powers.

In Amazing Spider-man, Richard Parker genetically modifies a common spider using human DNA and radioactive isotopes (Araneus Oscorpeus), which suggests that it is hypothetically possible for scientists in our universe to do the same.

But then the roadblock (life is roadblocks- Dj Khaled) comes, our universe does not have superpowers, does that include genetically creating them, or does it mean current existence?

If it means they cannot possibly be, that brings option 2.

2. Creating a collider.

In Spiderman, Into the Spider-Verse, the collider is clearly a main point of the plot. Miles Morales (Earth-616) is bit by a spider from Earth-1610, which is only possibly with interdimensional travel. Therefore, if it is not possible to create a spider in our universe, would it be possible to create one within another universe, or to steal one from another universe?

But then, one could also argue, all of this is fiction and impossible, which I think is stupid and no fun, but would it be possible to become Spiderman without powers?

3. Training, Technology and Costume Design.

If you're a whiny crybaby partypooper, you may or may not argue that it is impossible to gain superpowers. One could hypothetically then devote their life to training, althought it is probably only possible for a rich person with no life.

Lots of stretching, weight lifting (for strength, not muscle gain), agility training, parkour??, building scaling, and many more in the lot.

A good healthy balanced diet (apologies if I scared any of you I know half of the site eat trash and bugs for lunch)

Very sticky technology. I'm not actually sure what I mean either, but some sort of suit or gloves that allow you to easily stick to surfaces.

Magnets could work but I don't see many buildings made of magnetic metal. I don't know if you could get one strong enough to stick you to a perpendicular but weak enough to let you move.

String would also be a necessary, but I don't have the skills or the care to think that one out either.

Am I going insane or am I making a scientific breakthrough here?

I was designing a little magic system for a game project I'm planning once I finish Brawlmentum and I had some trouble with telekinesis: how do I make it not overpowered? It's one of those powers where even as a kid watching superhero movies or reading comics I always had in the back of my mind things like "why don't they just telekinetically grab the guy's heart and rip it out of his chest" and whatnot. So to that my solution is "it's just not that precise and you kind of have to intuit a general area of what you want to grab; but then the other problem: how to limit the weight of what can be picked up in a way that doesn't seem entirely arbitrary? So I deliberated on that for a bit and came up with what I think is an easy solution and even kind of doesn't break physics as hard as usual telekinesis does: whatever force you apply to the object gets applied in reverse to you, spread over your whole body or parts of it so you can lift up a small rock no problem, it's just gonna feel a bit heavy on your arm - but if you try to lift up a boulder, it's either not gonna work at all or you'll collapse into a puddle. Which in turn also means that I have a good excuse to have incredibly jacked up wizards - the stronger you are physically, the more you can lift with magic, too

Incredible 10/10!

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