#Doorframes

[placesofpurejoy]

[zillychu]

i have entirely too many people enabling me to stop at this point

[smittyscurls]

Sometimes I forget he's actually a 6-foot hockey player and not a little 5-year-old

MWC25: 05.11 vs HUN

[kibutsulove]

ozai used to football hold both of his kids when they were infants i think

[heartorbit]

catch us if you can! ☆

[krinklefry87]

been rlly into drawing fic fanart lately :P <3

[readingbunny44]

You're Dead Everywhere But Here │Invincible Variants x Reader x Mainstream Invincible │#5

An Invincible that was friends with you in his dimension has something up his sleeve...

MARK bring me a beer and bend over I'm back

also I've rewritten and edited the chapters but there's no actual plot change so you can just read this with no worries. I've updated it on here and ao3, but if you want to reread cause of the "new" content and to refresh since its been two months LOL I suggest going on ao3 for easier digestion. not required though!

#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #?

CW: swearing

WC: 4.6k

Jesus fucking Christ, what was wrong with you?

You tried not to grumble under your breath, and with how much you were huffing and puffing you resembled that of the big bag wolf in that three little pigs fairytale.

You sat on an old mattress, your back against the wall as you stuck a spoon inside a can of pineapple that you had stashed away inside of your hideout. It was still miraculously good for consumption—at least, gauging from how it tasted.

The expiration date was scratched off so you couldn’t exactly tell whether or not if it was well past the suggestion for consumption. You chewed on the pineapple chunks that were coated heavily with sugar, forcing yourself to swallow the processed fruit that held a sicky and strong sweet taste.

It wasn’t great but it filled your stomach from hungering pains, so it was whatever.

You actually sort of missed the G.D.A dungeon, they served good food from time to time. Especially on Thursdays. The chicken pot pie was divine, whoever cooked that shit really deserved a raise.

You didn’t know chicken pot pies can taste that good before your capture—but then again you never really tasted a real one. The closest you got before was one time when you stole a box of half frozen pot pies.

You had changed out of your blood-stained ripped prison unison, finding a pair of pants and black top that were a size too big for you. They were dusty and had a couple of holes, but you didn’t care. You were just grateful that there was something to change into with how this hideout was hoarded with miscellaneous items.

You would just throw random shit that caught your attention into your hideouts—which was usually junk.

You reached to scratch your skin, feeling the dried patches of blood on your skin that clung like stubborn Velcro. Some of it was smudged with how you messily tried to wipe off the excess.

Suddenly, a plastic cup filled with broken pencils, dried pens, and used erasers fell on the floor. The insides of the cup were scattered on the floor, rolling away on the concrete flooring.

Your eyes flickered away from what you were looking at that was currently upsetting you, focusing on the Invincible variant who was responsible for knocking off the cup.

He muttered a quick apology, hastily picking up the fallen contents and putting them back where they originally belonged before going back to what he was doing.

Mask was exploring the dusty shelf that was filled with random objects and items you had thrown together in the past in an attempt to clean up. Half-burnt books, old DVDs, mini figurines from kid meals from various fast-food joints, and more useless trash that people had thrown away.

The masked Invincible had made it his personal mission to find you something better to ear, clinging on to the mention of you keeping various amounts of nonperishable foods in all of your hideouts to fill your stomach when resting.

You were completely fine with just the canned fruit, annoyingly telling him that so he could stop with the noise, but he had brushed you off. Saying that you deserved to eat something “better.”

What is he, mother hen?

You snorted quietly to yourself at the thought, shaking your head. It was better than him trying to make conversation down here at the secret bunker, thankful for the silence. He had surprisingly kept his promise to shut the fuck up when you let him follow you, and you weren’t in a rush to get his grating voice back to buzzing in your ear.

You were thankful, sure, but that didn’t make you any less uncomfortable.

Having one Invincible variant in your vicinity was dangerous, and your mind was on high alert, at least on high alert as it could be with how tired you were—on whatever he could potentially do.

Your gaze shifted back to what you were staring at earlier, resuming cursing at yourself and having a mental crisis as your eyes narrowed.

Your mind was even more on high alert because it wasn’t just one variant you had down here—it was motherfucking two.

Yeah, I did go crazy. You thought as your glare didn’t waver. Whatever disease those freaks had rubbed off of me. Only explanation on why I let another one down here...

The silent Invincible wore a close carbon copy to your world’s Invincible. The only difference was the mask he always wore was absent, his sharp but exhausted features on full display for you to observe.

Unlike Mohawk, who had a noticeable line crease with how much he smiled, this one had no wrinkles at all. You would say it was similar to the white one, but it wasn’t. There were no smile wrinkles, but there were wrinkles on his forehead like he had a permanent deep-in-thought look.

He also had a permanent line on his lips with a downcast gaze like he had been given the most devastating news.

You internally sighed, bringing another spoonful of processed fruit to your mouth as your mind wandered off.

You didn’t fully understand why you had allowed him to accompany you, nonetheless, let him inside the bunker with you and Mask. It was basically signing your death warrant to let two superhuman (were they even human?) beings inside close quarters with you.

Yet, against your better judgement, you did anyway.

You blamed it on how utterly tired you were. But it was an immature excuse, of course. You could’ve told him to bug off, but you didn’t and you hoped your impulsive decision wasn’t going to bite you in the ass anytime soon.

The no masked variant had made his presence known when you and Mask were about to enter inside the secret entrance that was propped behind a big smelling dumpster. It caught the two of you off guard, unaware someone was stalking the two of you. How long was this one following them? Did anyone follow him?

Mask was ready to drive him away, and you were all for it until you caught a glimpse of this Invincible’s eyes.

It sounded—still sounds stupid, but something about this one seemed... different.

He held that familiar look towards you that made it apparent that he knew you, holding some sort of relationship with you. His body leaned closer to you as he held a puffy, teary gaze in your direction. That look wasn’t that of attraction, obsession, or possessiveness like the others. It held something else—something nicer.

Mask was telling him to go somewhere else and leave you alone, but it was like the variant didn’t hear anything that he said. His eyes were on you, half focused and unfocused with how badly he was dissociating.

He was touch and go, and you wondered faintly if he was even aware of what was happening with how out of it he seemed.

He suddenly spoke, whispering your name. His lips barely parted. He hesitated before saying your name, trying to remember how to pronounce it with how long it had been since he said it out loud.

His voice was croaked and scratchy, like it hadn’t been used in such a long time.

“... I’m so lonely.” He confessed, his eyes flickering to the empty spot next to you like he was expecting someone else that should be there. A pitiful glimmer of hope flashed his empty brown eyes, lighting them up just for a millisecond before it was taken away as fast as they appeared when he realized the person wasn’t there.

You watched his shoulders sag, and his eyebags intensify. His gaze snapped to the entrance that you and Mask were going to enter. “... Can I come?” He asked, barely above a whisper as he looked like an abandoned puppy that had lost their will to live so long ago.

“You have to go somewhere else, man.” Mask interrupted, stepping in front of you to block his line of sight. The no mask simply paused, becoming silent. Deep in thought.

He stood there, back straight as he hovered inches above the ground. His eyes trickled down to stare at the ground, not making an effort to go away or move any closer. He chose to just... stand there, waiting for the two of you to crawl inside the entrance and leave him behind.

You poked your head out to catch a glimpse of his sorrowful face, the blood splatter on his face and chest doing nothing to deter you from seeing the sad man underneath the carnage.

“What do you want?” You asked, and Mask looked over his shoulder—surprised that you weren’t just going to tell him to get moving.

No-Mask paused, blinking slowly. He himself wasn’t even sure what he really wanted, his attention getting snapped back to reality. “Help you, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Protect you, but...” He clarified, trailing off, thinking back to William. He wanted to protect you; you were his friend and William’s friend—but he didn’t want to force it. His boyfriend always gave him a choice, even if option a was clearly better than option b. William always gave him a choice.

He wanted to give you that too. Did he want to leave you with this masked version of himself? No, but he wanted you to choose, not him. That’s what William would’ve wanted to—he can practically imagine his deceased boyfriend scolding him if he didn’t. “... If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

You stared at him with pity. Whoever he was feeling so heartbroken for wasn’t directed towards you, but someone else that was out of his reach. It was such a different sight than you were used to. New and fresh.

You still didn’t like it—like him, but the pity forming in your chest was weakening your resolve. You shouldn’t ask this but...

“Who am I to you?”

His brown eyes lifted from staring at the ground, unblinking as he spoke softly. The Invincible spoke it without skipping a beat. “... A friend.” His voice was so small, if a wind were to stroll by you were sure it’d take it and him away.

And with what he said, he was going to go away.

.

.

.

You cursed at yourself, tearing your eyes from the pitiful Invincible. “Fuck it, get in.” You threw yourself inside the entrance as Mask looked at you in shock. You didn’t want to turn and look at either of them, already regretting what you just impulsively said.

“Put the dumpster back in its spot!” You yelled as you walked further in.

Mask was sputtering out reasons why No-Mask should not come with the two of you, but it fell on deaf ears as you ignored him. No-Mask stayed quiet as he followed after you, glancing over to the other variant as if to say you’re closing the entrance.

Now, you are here. With two Invincibles. In an enclosed space because the overwhelming emotion of pity got to you. Great.

Something was thrown to your face, and you caught it with your hand. You looked down at your palms. It was beef jerky.

“That was in a photo album.” Mask laughed, amused he found it there. It was a photo album of random strangers that was clearly not related to you at all. You undid the wrapper and plopped it in your mouth, chewing it to soften the hard texture.

He watched you eat it, smiling to himself how you scarfed it down with more gusto than when you were eating that can of fruit. “Taste good?” Mask continued, trying to make small talk.

“It’s fine, Invincible.” You snapped, swallowing the dried beef. It did taste better than the pineapple.

“You can just call me Mark.”

“No thanks Invincible.” You refused.

You weren’t going to get personal and use his actual name. You didn’t want to add any more to their delusions. Besides, it just felt strange. You learned of this superhero’s civilian name through a different version of him.

Speaking of the original Invincible—you did need to find him. He was annoying, but he’s the closest ally you can get.

A silence passed, and No-Mask spoke up. “... You can sleep.” He suggested, “I can keep watch.” He offered. Keep watch just in case there is someone trying to break in but also keep watch on Mask who looked offended as soon as he said that.

“I’m—I’m not going to do anything! I’ll also keep watch!” He flushed, knowing the implications of the Invincible’s words.

“...”

“I’m not!” Mask reiterated, watching No-Mask’s expression not falter one bit. However, he did give him a light side eye, conveying that he did not trust his words at all.

“Sorry to break the news, boys, but there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping with you two,” you pointed, throwing the pineapple can that was now empty to a lonely corner, “here. Might fucking wake up in doggy style for all I know.” You half-heartedly said.

Mask broke out in a rambling mess, trying to reassure while simultaneously defending himself that he would never do something like that.

He threw in very subtle jabs at the other variants, Sinister in particular. His sick mind would be more likely than anyone else to do that. He was a psychopath, and Mask wouldn’t be surprised if he was some sort of sexual deviant as well.

You rolled your eyes at him, moving to look at No-Mask who—had a sour expression?

“What?” You asked, and he flickered to look at you.

“... I would never do that.” He stated, a bit angry that you had clumped him in with the other variant. Also, he just wouldn’t do that, he’ll never in a million years cheat on William. “That’s... weird. I would never touch you like that.”

“Why?” You asked, raising a brow. “What are you, gay or something?” You chuckled, tilting your head. It was supposed to be more of a playful joke to make yourself laugh than a genuine question.

Though he only faintly nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah.” He confirmed. Mark wasn’t a stickler for labels, but it wasn’t like he could deny he fit in that box.

Shock shown in your face, not expecting that genuine response “Oh.” You popped your lips. “Just cause you play for the same team doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep still. Could still do something.” You pointed out, and No-Mask just stayed silent as a response.

In a strange development, all three of you were all talking to each other in a normal enough conversation. You let the men dominate the conversation, not that keen in genuinely joining in.

The two Invincibles had tried to coax you to sleep a few times then and there, but you sternly refused, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable state with them here.

There wasn’t anything that they could do to change your mind, so they just talked, and you joined in sometimes. For a while you just listened to them, but they had morphed into background noise that lulled you to sleep—and lightly participating in conversation helped make you stay awake.

“-I tried to explain the entire lore of Séance Dog to William, but he didn’t get it.” No-Mask recounted. He got more active in talking whenever he brought up this William guy, and Mask seemed to know who he was.

“It was because it was super ‘unrealistic,’ wasn’t it?” Mask asked, his back against the wall.

“Yeah. Couldn’t get it—or like it as much as I did.”

“It’s weird so no surprise he didn’t like it.” You pitched in. You read the comics when you were bored, having collected them because of people discarding them in the trash. You rubbed your eyes, drowsiness haunting you.

“It’s not weird, it’s a masterpiece.” Mask remarked.

“Both then, whatever.” You shrugged. You eyed No-Mask, a faint smile on his lips after a two hours of talking. It all seemed to be contributed to the fact that he was talking and thinking about this William guy. “Whose William anyway?”

You and Mask watched him tense, and Mask sighed softly. “He was our best friend.” He answered him, not knowing if his counterpart was going to dig deep into the relationship they had with William. Back at the ship when Angstrom brought them here, he stayed silent—but Mask had kind of figured out William was a little bit more than a best friend.

Many variants talked about various things out of boredom, and there were some who briefly mentioned William. Specifically killing the poor guy. No-Mask didn’t react, but Mask found himself noticing how more dissociated he looked whenever their best friend was mentioned.

The masked Invincible felt bad, so he went over to talk to him. Admittedly he kind of ran his mouth off, jumping from one topic to another. No-Mask just listened while Mask talked and reacted with small twitches. He figured the other one wasn’t really listening, and Mask was thankful for that since he talked about things he wasn’t proud of.

“... and is—” No-Mask sucked a breath, his lips thinning, “was my boyfriend.” He muttered, his voice cracking just a bit. He clasped his hand over his other one, gripping it tightly. “Nolan got him.” No-Mask bitterly spat out, his back hunching over like it was painful to think about that man.

Mask tensed, becoming silent at the mention of that man.

“Nolan?”

“Omni-Man.” Mask informed, and you nodded hesitantly as it wasn’t common knowledge of the Earth’s traitor’s civilian identity. “... He’s our dad.”

You turned to No-Mask, puzzled. “Your dad killed your boyfriend?” He parted his lips, speaking softly with grief riddling him.

“... Killed you too. Got everyone important to me.” He hesitated, looking at your face. A flicker of something appearing before it disappeared when he looked at the Invincible who was standing across the room.

He looked back at you but flinched, averting his gaze. It was hard to look at you without thinking of your mutilated face, torn apart by his dad’s bare hands.

Nolan had used his fingers to literally dig inside your flesh like it was a bowling ball before pulling, evident by the holes in your head when he arrived too late to save you or his boyfriend.

“Shit. I would be depressed as fuck too, I guess.” You commented, a bit too loudly. That was supposed to be more of an inside thought, but you’re very used to talking to yourself, so your brain didn’t compute it wasn’t supposed to be an internal comment.

“... You’re awful at words.” He deadpanned, but a crack of an amused smile played on the corner of his lips. He raised a hand, stifling a laugh that choked out of his throat.

Even though you were a pretty good friend that understood him well in his dimension, listening to his problems so intently—you were quite bad at how to give comfort. That was more of William’s thing. You really tried to offer helping words, but you always ended up phrasing it the worst way possible somehow.

Your cheeks burned unexpectedly, a twinge of embarrassment creeping on you. “Fu—”

“They are, aren’t they?” Mask snickered, unable to help but tease you. It was fun to see you express emotions other than anger; it really warmed his heart. This was the closet thing he ever seen you conscious and relaxed. It was just like back in the hospital room.

You snapped your neck to look at him with a crazed stare, wanting to pounce at him and choke him out. “Fuck both of you. I can kick you two out.” You barked, pointing at the door. The nape of your neck felt warm.

“Sorry, sorry.” Mask apologized, but he didn’t mean it as he was giggling to himself. “We’ll behave.” He promised, but you simply rolled your eyes.

The topic shifted, and you just stayed silent as you sat on the old mattress. They talked about stuff they only knew about, being an outsider meant you really didn’t understand things they were referencing to.

As time slowly ticked by, you felt your eyelids grow heavier. You stifled a yawn, not wanting the two of them to know how incredibly exhausted you felt.

You were becoming well-rested, and if you powered through this tired state you could go out again and find help and somehow ditch these two. Your Invincible must be somewhere, and you faintly wondered what he was doing. Probably saving people or something, he probably doesn't even know you're out here. 

You figured No-Mask would be easier to leave behind with how he didn’t even force himself down here, but Mask... you’d definitely need to find a way to get rid of him with how stubborn he was to stay by your side.

You quietly hung your head against the wall, blinking slowly as you tried to formulate a plan.

It’s been a few hours since you fell asleep.

Mask and No-Mask noticed how close you were to falling asleep and just continued their small conversation, trying not to bring attention to how they knew you were dozing off.

Then finally, you completely stilled with your eyes shut.

Mask walked over silently, and No-Mask eyes trailed silently—following his every move. He watched as he picked you up, and he hummed in displeasure to give a warning that he was there and not to try anything to his friend.

“Don’t worry, just fixing their posture. When they wake up their neck will be sore if I left them like they were.” Mask reassured, gently putting your head against the mattress. Though, Mask was clearly displeased that the variant was there—if he wasn’t, he would for sure kiss you.

Instead, he brushed your cheek and straightened up the collar of your shirt. Mask heard a rustling behind him, but he didn’t look as he was preoccupied with just taking in the sight of your sleeping face.

“... Sure.” No-Mask nodded, but with his tone it was like he knew that Mask wanted to do something else.

“What?” he asked, looking behind his shoulder at the quiet variant that was glaring at him. “I’m not bad like the others, you know that. We’re not bad like them.” Mask said in a hushed town, turning to fully face him.

No-Mask was holding a clear plastic water bottle. Where did he get that? He curiously wondered. It must’ve been under some of the miscellaneous junk.

No-Mask stared at him, a brief silence passing by them as he gripped onto it—his eyes bore into him with a calculating gaze. “... No, maybe not like them but somewhere close.”

After he said that, he quickly threw the water bottle at the blue and black variant—Mask easily catching it. He looked at him puzzled, wondering what was going through his head.

No-Mask nodded as if to say go ahead, drink it.

Mask slowly opened it, and he noticed how the cap had no resistance—the cap smoothly came off like it was already opened beforehand. His guard was completely down, not threatened at the quiet Invincible.

“I would never hurt them, I love them.”

“...”

“I do! Why are you staring at me with that look like I’m going to do something!” Mask accused, pushing his mask upwards. His face was revealed, and his hair was overgrown with purple eyebags to accompany it.

“... I miss William, you know. I loved him.”

“Yeah, I know.” Mask nodded, his accusatory voice still there but more calm. “I’m sorry that happened to you, dude. He was a good friend to me so I’m sure that must’ve hurt.”

No-Mask flinched, like the way he called William a friend pained him. “And if William was right here, in my reach, I would do anything, so he never ever disappears.” His voice cracked. “Anything.”

Mask stayed silent, awkward at how to respond to that. He took a swig of the water bottle so that he didn’t need to say anything, and No-Mask watched silently as he did that.

He didn’t begin speaking until he watched him swallow half of the bottle, his eyes shifting down to the ground. “So that’s how I know even with how much you love (Y/N) and never want to hurt them, you would do anything too. Even something bad.” He whispered.

“I won’t hurt them.”

“... I know you’re probably planning to take them back to your home. If you do and (Y/N) refuses to go with you to your dimension,” He blinked, his quiet voice unwavering. “Would you let them go?”

“...”

“You wouldn’t. You’ll use force. You would do whatever it takes, even if (Y/N) didn’t like it.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“How do you know that for certain?” Mask said bluntly, his fists clenching. He wanted to refuse the variant’s words as baseless assumptions but... no, he wouldn’t. ... Right? “You’re just making assumptions.”

No-Mask shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes wandered to the pill bottle that he had quickly hidden from Mask’s view. He had found it along with the water bottle while silently observing his surroundings when he was conversing with his counterpart before you fell asleep.

It was a relief that you still had bad sleeping habits. In his dimension, you always kept some form of sleeping pills to get you to catch up on some rest, so he was hopeful you’ll keep some lying around too.

If there wasn’t any, he was just going to knock out Mask the old fashion way.

He crushed half of the pills in the bottle inside the water to ensure that the variant would actually knock out cold. “I know for certain that you would, we’re the same person after all...”

“... and I would do the same exact thing too if it were William.”

That made Mask become silent. He wanted to say something, a retort or a counter but he just simply shut up—biting his lip as he looked away, walking to the other side of the room. He threw the water bottle to the ground, getting as far away as he could get.

Mask sat on the ground, staring at his mask that he just removed seconds ago. His gut was stretching itself and twitching at what he was saying, and it made him feel sick.

A good twenty minutes passed, and Mask found himself feeling abnormally tired. Drowsy even. Did today really take a toll on him?

No-Mask side eyed the other Mark, already knowing how sleepy he must feel. He was ready to fall asleep any minute now, and he just had to wait so that he could take you away to someone who can help you. This dimension’s Invincible should be safe enough, but where could he be?

“I’m not bad like the others.” Mask whispered to himself as he closed his eyes and No-Mask narrowed his eyes at that.

No-Mask waited before saying something, observing how the other Mark kept his eyes close. His chest raised in a soft, rhythmic pace. “Tell that to the kid you killed.” He whispered, thinking back on the ship when Mask had rambled to him. He was out of it pretty badly, but he heard everything as clear as day. No-Mask assumed that the black and blue Mark didn't know he was listening with how quiet he had been, but he was. He knew everything he did. 

Even though Mask was in denial, he was capable of hurting you just like everyone else. And he would do it too if things didn't go his way. Just like what he did to that kid—even though he felt guilty about doing it, he still did it. 

It wasn't like Mark was shaming this variant of himself, because if it were William instead of you dying with that type of circumstance, he would do the same thing too. 

I know this is short but like next part is WAY longer i still havent finished it and this just gets the ball rolling and to alert everyone that hey um... i didnt abandon this... im still cracking mark

also me when mask did something bad and i vaguely mention it at the end:

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[beli-eve-ing]

“Sirius is short” no he not 🫩

[courtofthecorpseking]

THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SILLY DOODLE SHEET... WHAT HAPPENED.... Squid Games...

(without silly doodles under the cut!)

[carlyraejepsans]

people doing height estimates for the UTDR cast based on their sprites always make me laugh so hard, i can't take them seriously. "the average height for a doorframe is 6'8" average for who. average doorframe for who.

[tprings-hair]

spock + emily dickinson

[sunflowermp4]

so obsessed with this little moment from ep 3

[bluerasbunny]

siighs. fine

1 year since the original sun ass saturday. here you go. sun ass saturday on a tuesday merry christmas

[sodaneko]

i feel like i don’t say it often enough but i’m super grateful for everyone who has shown me small kindness here. whether it’s stopping by for a chat, leaving nice comments or tags, sending asks, participating in silly little events or just parallel playing dolls together. coming on here is like a little sanctuary and i don’t take any of it for granted

[heartorbit]

happy birthday minori!! ☘️

[lemongrace]

Eluein's original outfit/armour breakdown - I wanted to make a proper reference for it, finally, and all of its parts