#whatever…. whatever shiesty mark…

[spurionage]

evil shiesty bug that I hate

[lazy-ahh]

Hello!! this is just a silly request of a idea that spawned in my head, what about a Sinister Mark (+ variants) with a male or gn Reader, they're in a 'healthy' (as healthy as it can be if they're unhinged/fucked up), like, every variant had a reader that either die or they accidentally kill them, main mark reader is dead and is just that Sinister mark is the only one with a alive reader? (english isn’t my first language so sorry for any errors, i just imagine Sinister all smug that he has a living reader)

THE LAST ONE STANDING

pairing sinister! mark grayson x gender neutral reader (+ variants)

what happens when you're the only one left alive across every dimension? ask the eight broken marks trailing behind you—or better yet, ask your mark, the one who saved you. the one who watches with a smirk as his variants crumble at the sight of you: breathing, laughing, his.

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you're alive.

that’s the thing that sets him apart from the rest—the other marks, the ones who stagger in from broken dimensions like starving dogs, fists clenched and eyes hollow with grief. they’re here to burn this world down, to carve their pain into something that bleeds, because what else do they have left? some of them killed you by accident—hands too strong, a battle they couldn’t end fast enough, a mistake they’ll spend eternity choking on. others were just too slow, forced to kneel in your blood, useless as your pulse stuttered out under their fingers. and then there are the worst ones—the ones who chose it, who tore into you themselves because their love was always just another kind of violence.

but your mark?

he didn’t just keep you.

he saved you.

and not in some noble, selfless way—no, this was something hungrier, something possessive and brutal and his. he fought for you like a man clawing his way out of a grave, and he’d do it again. he’d do it a thousand times.

and yeah, he’s smug about it. you feel it in the way his fingers press bruises into your hips when another variant stumbles into your path, all ragged breath and shattered composure. his grin is a blade, glinting in the dim light as they freeze, staring at you like you’re a ghost—alive, warm, his.

"look at that," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, voice dripping with something between pity and triumph. "another one who couldn’t hold onto you."

it should hurt you, seeing any version of mark like this—broken, desperate, ruined. and it does, a little. but there’s something else, too, something dark and curling in your chest as you watch their hands tremble at their sides, fighting the urge to reach for you. for a second, you imagine what it’d be like to see your mark like that—kneeling, shattered, yours in a way that’s more surrender than victory.

the thought makes your pulse jump.

(and from the way his grip tightens, he knows.)

it's been one day since the invincible war started.

now, it was your job to round up all the broken, furious, useless versions of mark before angstrom got them killed. you weren’t an idiot—you saw the writing on the wall. angstrom would toss them aside the second they stopped being useful, and you? you weren’t done with them yet. not when every single one of them looked at you like you were the last drop of water in a desert, starving and pathetic and yours to play with.

convincing them to abandon their posts wasn’t hard. all it took was a look, a smirk, the barest hint of come with me if you want to live wrapped in something softer. they followed like strays, hungry for whatever scrap of attention you’d throw their way.

you weren’t stupid enough to think your mark wouldn’t notice, of course. he’d let you wander, let you have your little game—because he knew, in the end, you’d always come back to him. but until then? you were going to enjoy yourself.

so far, you’d collected eight.

there was the mohawk-and-piercings variant, all sharp edges and sharper desperation, playing at indifference while his eyes tracked your every move like you might vanish if he blinked. you later find out that he had a harem of people who looked like you, but he had killed them off because every time they made a mistake (whether they didn't laugh the way you did, didn't stand their ground in situations where you would, didn't look at him the same way you did), it would break the immersion, and the grief would hit him ten times harder. the veiled one—arrogant bastard, vulgar as hell, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab you by the throat or pull you into his lap, never deciding which. pretended not to give a shit until something so much as scratched you or inconvenienced you, then he was the first one ripping throats out. hypocrite. the fully masked one in black and blue—no skin, no tells, just the slight tilt of his head when you spoke, like he was recording your voice to replay later. soft-hearted idiot. still talked about his dead mom like she might walk through the door, still smiled when remembering dumb childhood games. you made sure to keep him close. not because you cared. just because he’d be the first to get himself killed otherwise.

the goggle-less one was a riot—literally. his eyes too wide, too raw, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. but he adapted quickly. cracked jokes mid-battle, laughed when punches landed, blood in his teeth and excitement in his eyes like pain was just another way to get off. you’d never admit it, but his shitty one-liners sometimes got a smirk out of you. the maskless variant didn’t joke. didn’t smile much either. just floated there like a kicked dog, staring at you with this hollow look while casually mentioning how he’d torn his father apart piece by piece for killing you. you approved, of course. even combing your fingers through his hair and watch his expression light up, a soft pink hue dusting across his cheeks as he looked at you like you just kissed him. you might've. you might've not. the red-and-white cape bastard was ice personified—monotone voice, cold eyes, the kind of guy who’d call genocide "mildly inconvenient." but his hands shook when you got too close, and that? that was hilarious. "you were the only tolerable thing on this rock," he’d muttered once, like it physically pained him to admit it. or to remember. pathetic. so deliciously pathetic.

and finally—the hardest one to crack. the viltrumite. white uniform, perfect posture, face like carved stone—until you flew in. then his jaw clenched so tight you could hear his teeth grind. called you a liability. a distraction. liar. this one missed you so much it was practically rotting him from the inside out. raised on viltrumite dogma but still clung to that last shred of humanity—you. and when you’d died in his world? that shred had frayed to nothing. now he trailed you like a shadow, silent and watchful, intercepting threats before they even got close. brought you trophies from battles you didn’t even ask him to fight—an old bully’s severed hand, the head of a reporter who had talked shit about you in the news once, even a fucking crown, gently placed on top of your head without a word. his way of saying mine.

(you wore it for a few hours just to watch his pupils blow wide. worth it.)

now, they were all yours. for now. your mark would come eventually—he always did—but until then? you had a whole collection of broken toys to play with.

(and when he did? well. you’d make sure that was fun, too.)

and just like that, the day was over.

playtime was supposed to be over. but since when did you ever follow the rules?

your mark’s face was priceless—confusion flickering across his features as you landed at the agreed spot, trailing eight battered, bruised, and entirely too attached versions of himself behind you like some fucked-up parade. the air shifted the moment you got closer, thick with tension and something dangerously close to jealousy. you could see it in the way his fingers twitched at his sides, the way his pupils dilated just slightly as you stopped right beside him, close enough that your shoulders brushed.

"had fun?" he asked, voice low, teasing, but with an edge underneath—like he already knew the answer and wasn’t sure if he wanted to punish you for it or praise you.

you grinned, sharp and unrepentant. "oh, you have no idea."

his lips curled, slow and satisfied, and for a second, it was just the two of you—his hand sliding possessively around your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, "good." because he loved this. loved that you came back. loved that you wanted to. loved that even when he let you wander, you always found your way back to him.

the other marks didn’t move. didn’t speak. some stared at you like they were starving, fingers flexing like they wanted to reach out and take. others looked like they were one wrong breath away from snapping, from tearing you apart just so no one else could have you.

your mark’s grip tightened, just enough to bruise.

he wouldn’t let them try.

you weren’t naive. you knew exactly what he was—what this was. his love was teeth against your throat, a hand around your wrist, a promise whispered in the dark that sounded more like a threat. it was obsession, all-consuming and violent, and you? you fucking reveled in it. you never flinched. never backed down.

because you were just as bad as he was.

"missed you," you muttered, just for him, just to watch his eyes darken.

he laughed, soft and dangerous, and pulled you closer. "liar."

(you were. but he loved that about you, too.)

the red-and-white variant scoffed, turning sharply so his cape snapped like a whip behind him. "this is beneath us." his voice was ice, but the leather of his gloves groaned under the pressure of his clenched fists, betraying him.

the mohawk-and-piercings variant barked out a laugh, sharp and jagged. "what in the actual fuck is this?" he sneered, arms crossed so tight over his chest it looked like he was trying to physically restrain himself from reaching for you. "some kinda twisted harem fantasy? fuckin’ disgusting." but his eyes—dark, hungry, jealous—never left where your mark’s hands gripped you.

the maskless one was silent. just staring, his expression hollow, fingers twitching at his sides like he was already imagining the way your mark’s throat would collapse under his grip.

the veiled mark dragged a hand through his hair, laughing—a bitter, broken sound. "oh, this is fucking rich," he spat, voice thick with something between fury and desperation. his fingers jerked toward you before he forced them into fists, knuckles white. "you really dragged us all here just to watch you play house with him?"

viltrumite mark didn’t speak. didn’t move. just watched, his face carved from stone—but you saw it. the way his jaw flexed when your mark’s fingers pressed possessive bruises into your hip. the flicker of pain in his eyes, raw and aching, before he locked it away.

something twisted in your chest. guilt? pity? you couldn't imagine what it was like to lose someone—really lose them—and for a second, you wondered what you’d do if it were your mark gone. if you were the one standing there, hollowed out and desperate.

but then—

the way they looked at you. pathetic. submissive. like they’d fall to their knees if you so much as crooked a finger. and god, the thought of them breaking further—lips trembling, eyes wet, soft whimpers escaping no matter how hard they bit down—sent a thrill down your spine.

your mark smirked against your temple, his kiss burning like a brand. "cute," he purred, voice thick with mock pity as his fingers tangled possessively in your hair. "look at them—really thought they stood a chance." his lips curled into something vicious as he glanced at the broken reflections of himself, his grip on you tightening just enough to make his point. "weak. all of them. couldn’t even keep what was theirs."

you leaned into him, arms locking around his waist like a claim of your own, sighing as his other hand traced down your spine—gentle in a way that would’ve seemed impossible for anyone else. but this was yours. the way his touch lingered, the way his voice dropped into something warm and honeyed when he spoke only to you. "not you, though," he murmured, lips brushing your forehead. "you’re perfect. mine. only one smart enough to stay alive."

his grin sharpened as he looked back at the others, drinking in their rage, their grief, the way their hands shook at their sides. "bet that stings, huh? seeing what you could’ve had if you weren’t such fucking failures?"

you laughed, low and satisfied, pressing closer just to watch their expressions crack—

and something sick twisted in your chest when you saw how they flinched, how their eyes burned with something raw and starving. because that sound—your laugh, bright and fucking alive—it had been years for them. years of silence, of bloodstained hands and empty beds and the ghost of your voice haunting every battle. and now here you were, curled against him, looking at him like he hung the goddamn stars while they rotted in the periphery.

(and oh—the way their faces twisted. like they wanted to scream. like they wanted to beg. like they’d burn the world down just to tear you away from him.)

(they wouldn’t. couldn’t.)

(your mark would make sure of it.)

hey chat!! hope you enjoyed this messy little 2.1k word dump—this fic fought me like a rabid raccoon and had me struggling the entire time not gonna lie 😭 sorry anon if it's not exactly what you pictured, but i tried my best to make it deliciously messy for you! (lowkey viltrum mark kept stealing the spotlight in my drafts like the favourite he is—had to physically restrain myself from writing 5k words of just him sigh. the struggle was REAL y'all) BUT OMG THOSE LAST LINES WITH SINISTER MARK??? even i was kicking my feet and giggling like an idiot while writing that possessive bastard's dialogue heheh

[wordsofwhimsy]

did somebody ask which version of mark is puttin it down best?

guess i'll give my analysis 😮‍💨

main!mark is all about pleasing you, sooo he's definitely giving the other boys a run for their money. his oral & finger game? UNMATCHED. he's not dumb and aggressive about it like the majority of the others. he keeps it slow, intentional, so dedicated, living in your pleasure. the more praise you give him the better. his sex game tho takes awhile to come up to par - he's so scared of hurting you for soo long that he just takes it too easy, or doesn't take the lead at all. once he learns the fine art of blowing your back out without killing you tho? 😏

mohawk!mark is soo aggressively fun, but he's really only in it for his own pleasure. he kinda just assumes (rightly so) that you're gonna feel good either way but he never bothers to actually check in with you, see how you're doing lol it's probably also a MUST for you to suck his dick every time, forcing your head down and then mocking you when you gag or gasp for air. he doesn't care to return the favor too often but if you whine too much he will. it's not really that great tho - he's rushing and careless, just trying to move on to the main event

viltrumite!mark takes some teaching. he's of the mindset that sex is just for procreation, and if this is a scenario where he's taken you back to viltrum he's not going to really feel the need to view it any other way. but if he's staying on earth with you? well, sex sells baby and the influence is all around. he starts noticing things in movies and in songs, stuff on the internet--hell even billboards and magazines. don't be fooled his dickin is good even when it's boring missionary but once he starts coming around to trying all the other fun things? oh lawd have mercy

omni!mark is an interesting mix of dominance without aggression, no dirty talk. all business, really but this man IS in the business of pleasure - for you at least. he struggles to let you take the lead though which is kinda boring sometimes, and anything kinky? like spanking or choking? absolutely not. you're not some scallywag hoodlum (LMFAO) and he's definitely not going to treat you like one. buuut if you start talking dirty and cussing? he might be flustered, and maybe even a little more turned on than usual (he'd never admit it)

sinister!mark is all about HIM HIM HIM. but the caveat of this is he needs to know he's GOOD at what he's doing - which means you need to feel good too. he's so unbelievably aggressive and doesn't do missionary. you are not coming away without bruises and marks every single time. i think he likes to make you dance for him too beforehand. that's his idea of foreplay - something that reminds you both who's in charge and who it's all for. you better hope he's not in the mood to go down on you cause that bitch bites 😭

no goggles/lensless!mark is probably my fav 🤭 is literally 100% about whatever it is you're into. i guess except missionary whoops. like he's fine throwing it in there occasionally but not a chance he's opening or ending in that position. in fact switching positions is HIS personal favorite thing. honestly his oral is so-so. he's just too damn talkative and can't focus on the task at hand. he also doesn't take it well either - the man's LOUD. and honeestly busts pretty quick but that's okay! he bounces back quicker. viltrumite stamina is crazy and his libido just adds to it

shiesty!mark has probably fucked more people than all of them combined so, yeah, he's got the practice and experience. he KNOWS his dick is phenomenal and tbh if he's not really into you he's letting you do most of the work. he thinks he's doing YOU favor by letting you ride it. but if you were hard to get? ohhh he's got something to prove now, and trust he will. this man reaches spots none of the others even knows exist, uses his strength in a way that is just chefs kiss - pinning you without hurting you, playing with your nipples and the other sensitive parts with expert care. and probably my fav thing about him is that he's the only one (except maybe main!mark) who ever thinks to put on musiccc

moustache!mark is 😛 father dearest. TOTALLY showing you what it feels like to be owneddd - unquestionably, but not in the way sinister does. he does it with affection. you know, like a 'pet' and all that jazz. he's got this way of making you feel simultaneously small and like the most important person in the world. and when he goes down on youuu? THE TICKLE?? biiitch stop. he also is the one who appreciates the thickies the most ughh like he NEEDS all that ass in his hands, in his lap, on his dick. the love handles? the tummy? give him alllat - trust ☝️ he can handle it

prisoner!mark is an interesting one. if we're talking straight out the pen? he's an ANIMAL. i'm talking y'all are going at it aaall night long, him painfully impatient through every little break you insist he gives you. he's also physically the strongest of them all, and, yeah, it shows. all that body pressed into you? those arms? 🥴 idk how anatomically that would even work but for some reason i feel like he'd have a thicker cock too. he'd be so deep and guttural with his groans, all in your ear with it. no holding back. after some time though i think he'd be focused on you and learning what you like - buuut at the end of the day, he still is the most deprived and wants it ALWAYS

[clairewritesfanfics]

I know the variants are all very different people but imagine them doing Mark's kicked puppy pout

I feel like if I didn't cave immediately to whatever they wanted I'd just disintegrate into ash from the pain

The puppy dog pout is something all the Marks have by nature, some are just more expressive and others are more inclined to weaponize it. Keep in mind, the classifications can bleed into each other.

The "this is just my face" camp includes: Main Mark, Full Mask, Maskless, Prisoner, Shiesty, Mohawk and Viltrumite (he's a rock, but a cute rock).

The clever, more manipulative ones understand that a forceful man is a no good man, so rather than an aggressive, jealous lover, they act more like needy dogs. That way, when they're chasing you or getting in the way of work or licking you all over, you're less likely to get angry and push them away. I'd say this includes: Full Mask (again), Sinister, No Goggles, and Head Cap.

Others are too stubborn and refuse to acknowledge that they have such a powerful weapon with them, like Omni (I know I said he's smart but he's too full of it lol), Shiesty, Target and Flaxan.

[idyllwave]

I'm def gonna watch S2 and S3. I hope the variant thing doesn't get super confusing tho, my brain is pea sized T-T

I've seen a shiesty mark fic and wtf is a shiesty??? This is the first time I've heard of a shiesty. Is it a lore thing or is my English level just low (つ╥﹏╥)つ

I haven't watched The boys yet but maybe I will after I finish invincible. I think some filler eps are sorta meaningful in a character development way but most are just not rlly lore packed. The lore monster in me is super hungry :(

It's also rlly ironic that omni man calls the earth citizens animals when the viltrumites behave more like animals with the survival of the fittest and natural selection type. Props to the writers!!!

And I really like the chemistry between robot and monster girl cuz they're super cuteee. I hope nothing bad happens...I prolly jinxed it. It's really cute how robot took Rex's younger form cuz he thought monster girl was interested in Rex.

I would probably kill Rex tho, the fact that eve's parents tells her to forgive him pisses me off a lot.

Aside from that, it's pretty obvious that omni man's full of bullshit bcz 1. Who tf even does charity like that and 2. Some small research into viltrum would've probably solved everything. Maybe it's a plot hole or maybe it's gonna be explained in S2 or S3.

I find it funny and cute how bad mark fumbled that mars mission cuz Boi had one job 😭😭

Omni man DID NOT deserve Debbie at hall >:( she was so sweet. The fact that he said "What's more 17 years, I can always have another son", is crazyyyy. Like yooo, dats too muchhhh. Nothings more effective than beating your opinions into somebody, wish I did that during my debate team days :(

I'm glad you seem a lil bit better these days, hope whatever it was got cleaned up noice. And gud morninggg <3

Dw! I don't think the variant thing is confusing! Though I won't say anything else so I don't spoil it for you ^-^ (but I personally think you'll like it haha)

Shiesty either refers to someone untrustworthy or to a balaclava, but for this particular instance (in invincible) it's referring to one of the variants that wears a veil like mask over his face. So, I wouldn't say it's a lore thing, it's just us wanting to use weird words to describe something/someone

I will warn you that the boys is definitely rated r, a lot of blood, death, gore, and sex too. So watch at your own risk

Viltrumite empire keeps taking Ls 😔

I feel so bad for monster girl and her powers 😭 cause she basically gets younger everytime she uses her powers 🥹

Lol poor rex, I think you'll start to like him later on in the series

The Mars mission was so funny 😭😭 and like he didn't even stay to fight off those weird alien things taking over the planet lmao

Omni man taking the L as much as viltrum 😔 hopefully Debbie can move on from that loser. (I still think he's a cool character)

I'm slowly getting better, still feel terrible but everything moves on eventually lol

[rae-hiraeth]

F!Reader x Invincible variants (OminiMark, Shiesty Mark, no goggles Mark)

A/N: I hope not too self indulgent or ooc, using this as a chance to get out of writers block since nobody took the initiative to write this yet. Left out maskless mark as his story would be to sad lol but may write him later

Omni Mark & shiesty

His red Cape fluttering behind him, he knew it's only a matter of time before the city would look like any other and yet, he stopped out of nowhere, his other varient almost hitting his back as a result.

"Fucks wrong with you?" He flew beside him, his shiesty showing his lips every now and then when the wind flew by. "Are they back already? But you just broke her leg?"

Omni Mark stayed silent, staring at girl helping civilians from afar. "You've got to be kidding me..."

Following Omni's Gaze, he almost flipped his shiesty away in order to see better, "is that– him?"

"Yeah... I think so."

A rock broke off of one of the buildings right beside YN as she looked up in suprise, quickly shielding herself with nothing but her arms.

Like instinct Omni flew in, his hands on the rock wall falling before he could react himself as he broke right through it. Dirt and grime filled the air as he hovered above, his other varients already reaching him.

"Fuck was with that reaction? Don't tell me you were like that with YN in your dimension??" He rubbed his shiesty, his face scrunched in disgust underneath, "that's disgusting dude, that's our bro! We've known him longer than we can fucking count! That's like incest or whatever!"

Sighing, Omni just waited for the dust to disperse as he scended down to the girl he just protected.

And the moment the thick cloud cleared, a teary eyed YN could be seen.

"Mark?" She whimped at the somewhat familiar red suit. Pulling herself up, she quickly fell into his arms, feeling him stiffen slightly. "Mark, I'm so sorry, I know you told me not to come near here because you were fighting with Eve, but I was already out and one thing led to another and my phone broke, and then a baby was crying and..."

Her perfume smelled soft, her cheeks red and damp from crying, and with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, one could really only feel her boobs.

The other Mark staared at her silently, before rubbing his shiesty like a beard. "Can I be honest?"

"hm?" Omni just let her do her thing, YN crying too much to notice anything but the Mark she was holding.

"I think I can understand you now. I'm getting hard right now."

Omni hissed and rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything like that with my YN."

No goggles Mark

"Holly shit that you dude??" He slammed against the ground right beside her as she stumbled back against her apartment door. Big jacket and a nasty glare, that's his YN alright.

Catching herself, she got into his face, hand on her hip, "what's wrong with you? Can't you land normally?"

Flinching at her high voice, Mark just stared at her a little longer. The hair was the same, the attitude too but why was his YN shorter than normal? And somewhat weird?

Genuine concern slid over the variants face, "fuck that, who twinkefied you man?? Want me to teach them a lesson?" Mark grabbed her hair twirling it around before pulling around at her earings, "Holly shit, what did they do to you bro? I only wanted to mess around with you but now I feel bad..."

Groaning, she rubbed her face before slapping his hand away and getting right in his face, noses inches apart, "what are you talking about mark? We have things to do, Cecil called in for an emergency and you're here flirting and showing off your new fit?"

"Flirting??" He grinned, flying up and around her for a while. "I mean sheeh, didn't know you liked me like that dude, but I'm straight sorry, maybe next time if you ask nicely..."

Clicking her tongue at his poor joke, she turned her back on him and pulled her jacket off for more mobility. "Real funny. Since you're already here, Cecil said to get to the GDA quickly, fly us there, also can we push our date to tomorrow? I'm not feeling well."

Turning back, she was only met with wide, dialated pupils. The two of them stared at eachother for the longest, before the variant panicked.

"Wait– we're– date? you– you're a...?"

Taken aback by the reaction, she crossed her arms over her now somewhat more visible breasts. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Dude, they even gave you titts? They look fantastic!!"

Finally having enough, she threw her jacket at him, as he dodged it. "What are on about Mark? This is serious! Did your personality change along with that tacky suit?"

"I'm sorry..." Quickly getting down to his feet and grabbing her hands, he dramatically looked away, holding back nonexistent tears, "For always calling you gay... To me defense you were kinda weird too but that's all in the past, just... please, can I touch them?"

"Mark!!"

"and as for the tacky suit my love, I can take it off if you like?"

This is a request to all Invincible writers, can someone pls write a Mark (variants) x reader fic where in every other reality Y/N is a guy and is Mark's best friend

But in the mainstream reality, Y/N is a girl and is dating Mainstream!Mark yk a little childhood friends to lovers sitch

Then all the variants come to Marks world and find her (Y/N) and kinda just- blue screen/freeze like... "woah- who tf- HOW TF- WHY TF-"

Which eventually turns into "why am i getting a hard on rn?"

And then again to "WHY COULDNT MY Y/N BE A GIRL ‼️‼️"

[wordsofwhimsy]

… so y’all think mark keeps it trimmed down there or nah?

i feel like he used to but then he got his powers & just didn’t have time for that level of manicuring anymore. now he just takes a buzzer to it every few months when his pubes start getting caught in his zipper

i think mohawk always lets it run free—ironic, considering the constant choice to maintain that hairstyle but he’s a rebel, what can he say?

omni probably keeps it CLEAN. as smooth as he can get it. probably gets irritated if he’s on a mission for over a week & doesn’t get a chance to maintain it

sinister keeps it trimmed. he can’t be completely bald — he’s a man, damnit. but he finds it unattractive even on himself if it gets too long

viltrum probably keeps it real low, neat, squared up even lmao but it’s just apart of his culture! have you seen their staches?? of COURSE the men have a particular expectation on how to keep themselves groomed

lensless couldn’t care less—it’s whatever you’re into baby! want him smooth as a dolphin? no problem. like it bushy? ohh he can grow it THICK. want to shave a pattern in it? he thinks a landing strip would be chefs kiss

shiesty keeps it TIGHT. super low. not clean shaven cause he thinks that’s sus but he wants to make sure you get a clear view of that invincidihh—all the way to the base. doesn’t want you to even miss a freckle 😮‍💨

[clairewritesfanfics]

So viltrumites live for a really long time, basically forever. So imagine the Marks searched for some kind of way to extend Reader’s life span and the did it, they found a way to have their life connected so that she could live as long as they could.

But she doesn’t want to live forever, she never asked them to and wants to live and die as a human.

Would the Marks do whatever they could to convince her to accept or not take no for an answer and do it anyway?

A/N: Greetings, fellow Rizzly enthusiast. Bon appetit!

“See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle Just remember darling all the while You belong to me

See the marketplace in old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs Just remember when a dream appears You belong to me

And I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'd be lonesome too, and blue”

–You Belong to Me

He understands. He hates that he understands, but despite his rough edges, your Mark is a good man. He knows you, he knows you weren’t cut out for that life, and even if you were, what matters is that you do not want it. He says he respects your choice. It’s your life, at the end of the day. But with each new year and following birthday, with every gray hair and new line on your face while he looks the same… it breaks his heart. So he prioritizes you. He chooses you all the time, making as many memories together as he possibly can. 

MAIN MARK, maskless, mohawk, prisoner

He is always loud, always forceful, but when you told him no? No to his immortal empire? No to a long and prosperous life by his side? He’s quiet. Silent anger rolls off him every step he takes away from you. You chase after him, beg him to understand, but he merely holds a hand up, a plea for you to stop. He needs to think. He needs to be alone. He’s not going to force you, he can’t live in a world where he’s hurt you, but he can’t pretend that everything is fine. So please, for now, let him be.

head cap, shiesty, SINISTER, target

Choice? There is no choice to be made here. You don’t get to make him love you and then just back out like this. He will personally knock you out and carry you to the lab; he doesn’t like it, but he will if he has to. You hate him for what he’s done. You stopped talking to him. It’s okay though, you don’t see it right now, but in a few years, you will understand. Someday, you will forgive him, and until then, he will be right here waiting. He’s waited for you all his life, he can wait for your smile for as long as it takes. 

NO GOGGLES, VILTRUMITE, omni-mark, flaxan, full mask

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[clairewritesfanfics]

we all know that the mark variants are basically a whole red flag parade, but what about a reader who loves them all the same and has a legitimately healthy, green flag relationship with their respective evil marks.

reader could be an actual, powerless human civilian with a 9 to 5 job who legit does not care, or a mad scientist who is willing to exploit anyone who isn't their mark, or a power-hungry manipulator who wants to rule the whole universe with their beloved.

it doesn't matter. you two love each other and the world can burn while you dance on its grave.

Love was once a crazy dream Now it's my new evil scheme And I'm as happy as can be!

omni-mark, head cap, viltrumite, no goggles

It's the age-old story how an evil boy meets an evil girl We got a love strong enough to rule the whole wide world

TARGET, sinister

We both maniacally laugh at all the same stuff I found my other half, yes

MOHAWK, sinister, shiesty, NO GOGGLES

author's note: in all seriousness, there is an interesting ethical debate to be had in supporting the person you promised to love or immediately shunning them for their choices. more than just romance, there is also the question about "devotion to a cause" and a "whatever it takes" philosophy when it comes to fulfilling certain vows. i forgot what these topics are though. if you guys know any good articles or books that explore these concepts, i'd appreciate a recommendation.

[clairewritesfanfics]

i realize the gda could and would provide the mark variants their own places to live in "variants trapped in main marks universe and working together against viltrumites" but imagining an absolutely hellish roommate situation happening is way funnier

i imagine mohawk, bald cap, and shiesty are somehow at once very close to each other and the most frequently beefing out of everyone, they get along (to the detriment of everyone around them) or they are AT WAR (to the detriment of everyone around them)

another pair youd expect to be fighting constantly is prisoner and viltrumite and they do! but also prisoner understands that he was raised on viltrum and has had no choice but to drink viltrum supremacy koolaid for all his life, so hes also working with full mask and no mask to deprogram the little soldier boy over time

bad roommates: TARGET/EMPIRE whatever you call him, is probably the worst, followed closely by mohawk and sinister(all 3 of them have conquered earth, they are not used to cleaning up after themselves and they do not respect common areas) the least bad is shiesty actually mainly because his mess is contained to his room. though dishes will kind of disappear for a while (theyre getting gross in his room until he remembers to put them in the sink)

good roommates: flaxan, omnimark,(<self assigned chore enforcer/annoying big brother) prisoner,(<housework is actually kind of novel and fun for him, sometimes does other marks chores for them) full mask,(<at least in part because he goes to stay with debbie and main mark semi frequently) no mask, viltrum almost ended up in the bad roomates but i think hes taught to do chores by the other good roomies and doesnt complain about doing them so he starts kind of bad but does become good

after all this ive realized a happy medium is the gda buys out an entire apartment building for them and makes poor y/n run it

A normal human acting as the sole enforcer and manager of a group of planetary-level destructive aliens sounds like a great romcom plot. It's giving slice of life manhwa/manga. It's giving 90s sitcom meets anime humor WAHAHAHA

"I was just a regular 9 to 5-ver until one day, the alternative versions of my boyfriend arrived and threatened to destroy the Earth unless I live with them?!"

Going by my personal headcanons, Shiesty and Viltrumite surprisingly get along. They're the "younger brothers" and tend to stick together. They're also both virgins (by choice!). Apart from you, Shiesty is the one who teaches Vil how to live "the human way," and introduces him to game.

Both Shiesty and Vil are pretty neat, though like you said, in Shiesty's case, it's because he restricts his mess inside his room. Vil's room was so sad to look at when you first entered. Bare walls, no curtains, a single mattress on the floor, and he used to have a single bar of soap for ALL his bodily washing. You took him shopping with you (along with Shiesty, who played with his phone the entire time).

Maskless, Shiesty, Viltrumite, Prisoner and Full Mask are the more chill variants for sure. They're consistent in their chores, but Prisoner, Shiesty and Vil do not keep track; when they see that the sink is full they will wash the dishes even if it's not their task.

Maskless will reprimand the variant who failed to do their job and drag him by the ear until he makes things right.

Full Mask keeps track. He has a whole white board and planner with the entire schedule written down to the minute. He'll sneakily mention that he did this or that even though it's not technically his job and you give him a star and he will put that star in the altar he keeps hidden inside his walk-in closet.

Shiesty is the one who pulls Vil away before he and Prisoner get into another fight.

Target is for sure the biggest diva. It's honestly annoying. He is so bad at cleaning up after himself and everybody else and irritates everyone, even the ever patient Flaxan. Target is the lightning rod of this screwed up family; the Meg or Klaus or Britta of the group. You can't help but feel bad for him sometimes, so when he's sulking because the others are ignoring him, you bring him food. He pretends to hate it but then goes out of his way to force you to stay and eat with him.

Mohawk and Head Cap are both manwhores, both the "bachelor" type, and so they hate each other. (Head Cap is smoother than Mohawk though.) They try flirting with you at the same time and end up throwing jabs at each other.

Head Cap is a good cook and baker and he likes to hold that over Mohawk's head.

Omni tries to manage the madness but he himself is prone to getting sucked into the chaos. Tries hard to be Miss Minchin. He gets competitive and can lose his temper. Think Jeff from Community.

Flaxan is the physically present but emotionally absent dad WAHAHAHA he genuinely does not care about the others and only attempts to interfere with their BS when he thinks that it will cause more work and stress for you.

No Goggles is more dog than man tbh.

I'm actually not sure where Sinister stands in this scenario. I'll edit when it comes to me.

[clairewritesfanfics]

mohawk and some of the worse marks being bad influences on purpose vs omnimark and the nicer marks frantically running damage control on him. maskless mark is the peanut gallery watching all this happen for fun.

that said i still think that mohawk is one of the variants viltrumark would trust the advice of for those types of thing. definitely not as much as some marks (omnimark is the one he trusts the most in this regard) though he wouldnt seek advice until he had someone to use it all on, before he gets a girlfriend its mainly asking other marks to explain stuff he hears from shiesty(that shiesty refused to elaborate on, virgin shiesty is cute and funny to me so ive adopted it as headcanon)

BRO, GET OUT OF MY HEAD

Omni-Mark and Flaxan are definitely the more mature Marks, they're going to be the cool ones, though Flaxan feels like he would be more distant than Omni. Omni is at least going to show concern for whatever nonsense is being forced down into Viltrumite Mark's throat while Flaxan is going to be busy reading or something.

Let's face it, Mohawk is a manwhore so it makes sense why Viltrumite would go to him.

AND YES, VIRGIN SHIESTY. I said before that he feels like the baby of the bunch. Viltrumite Mark feels like the second youngest, that's why I feel like they'd have an adorable dynamic. Shiesty's got no rizz HAHAHAHAHA also, I'd like to share that I was busy the entire day writing for a request involving Shiesty (and three other Marks) and I prepared an author's note addressing my thoughts of him being more interested in his hobbies than getting laid.

Coincidence? Or are you a telepath, anon?

[clairewritesfanfics]

thinking about having mainstream mark and the variants and trying to set up a date with your original mark (mainstream) and trying to work around his superhero life and wondered if the variants would be any help or if theyd just try to steal his spot

i can see prisoner mark actually respecting your and his alone time together alot more then the other marks and just covering for him pro bono. omni mark would also cover for him so you can get some time together but he is only doing this for good boy points and the vague hope this will net him a reward later

sinister and no goggles just swoop in to try and steal his spot zero shame zero attempt to hide it and will not leave even if mainstream finishes up whatever disaster he was taking care of and comes to spend time with you. shiesty hears mainstream is running late and shows up to try and sidetrack you onto some other date he wants to take you on while youre waiting for main...

I feel like Mohawk and Head Cap would be relatively supportive, or at least unwilling to hinder Main Mark's date with you, because he knows you'll get mad if they all start fighting again 😂

Vil is jealous but helps with fighting the monsters and dealing with disasters because punching stuff calms him down lol

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi! Recently just discovered your writing and I love your invincible fics! 🤍 What do you think would be the reactions of the mark variants seeing reader, as a hero having powers like duplikate? (like just infinitely duplicating) since the reader in THEIR universe is just a normal human with zero powers? ;>

Hi!

I'm glad you're loving my Invincible fics! My parasocial relationship with my little half-alien boy grows stronger each day and I hope my writing reflects that haha

I'm not taking new requests yet so I can only share my thoughts on the matter hehe.

This is tough because, as I have mentioned before, I don't like reading or writing about a superhero Reader, so there is not much for me to share about that specific situation.

But the reactions of the variants may differ depending on their dynamic with you in their realities of origin.

Take Sinister, for example, are you alive in your universe where he is evil? Are you supportive? Are you his hostage? A mere plaything to pass the time?

Or is he evil because you are dead?

Let's say that you are 1) alive, 2) you're a normal and non-powered human and 3) you are a supportive partner that he sees as an equal. The Sinister who has a Y/N with the aforementioned traits will be different from the Sinister who is, e.g., 1) alive, 2) normal human and 3) his pet.

The first version of Sinister is going to be teasing and condescending towards the superhero version of you, and he's going to have difficulty engaging you or your clones in combat because you have the face of his beloved partner. The latter version of Sinister is also going to be teasing and condescending, but he will have no issue killing your duplicates to make a point. He may even try to steal you back into his universe so he can give his version your powers. (I'm sorry if it's confusing, 2nd person is so hard sometimes🫠)

I love being worshipped and adored (as I am sure you all do as well) so I'm going to share my opinions on their reactions based on the assumption that the variants have a living Y/N, who they love and respect, that is currently waiting for them to return:

Will ignore superhero!you all throughout their time in your dimension: Omni-Mark, Maskless

Will tease you about building a harem, but not go out of their way to hurt you: Sinister, Mohawk, Target, Head Cap, Shiesty

Will try to minimize the destruction or carry you to a safer location regardless of your protests: Full Mask, Prisoner

Will steal you back in their dimension so they can use your powers for the sake of preserving their Y/N's life: Flaxan, Viltrumite, Target (again, but not for the harem thing; he wants his Y/N to live a long life and your powers will be useful for experimentation)

Will try annoy to annoy you to hit him as much as possible but not really fight back: No Goggles

I'm sorry that this became more about my writing process than anything else, but that's really all I can say about this situation. Basically, the variants exist more closely to chaos compared to main Mark (in terms of characterization and backstory), so while I do have a vague set of personality traits for each one, their reactions to whatever prompts my dear readers send me will vary depending on their relationship with a hypothetical Y/N.

[wordsofwhimsy]

*Slides in nonchalantly*

... hey twin. Been thinking about Shiesty. As always. When am I not😔

He would 10000% get a tattoo of your bite mark. He's like. He's silk shirt RnB. That's all I can think of to describe him. Oml he's so RHEHRJEHRHRJ RIPS OFF MY SHIRT AND SCREAMS

Imagine putting him on a pussy ban🥀🥀 he'd come out of it looking shellshocked. Stares at you like he just got home from war.

Yk that one letter Napoleon wrote to his wife like "Home in 3 days. Don't wash." Yeah that's him. That's him???

I'm going CRAZY with my headcanons I fear this might be just straight up mischaracterization or whatever BUT IDGAF!!! THATS MY MAN ILL DO WHATEVER I EANT WITH HIM!!!!

I just figured you would wanna hear my thoughts teehee🤗!!

-you probably know who I am 😕💔🥀

not the napoleon reference i’m fucking dyiiiing 😭

this was the most ACCURATE depiction of Shiesty I’ve ever heard and i am HERE for it 👏 I swear between him & lensless these hoes don’t stand a mf chance 😮‍💨