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Death Battle WHAT IFS and my Winners
SO I WAS BORED AND WIDE FUCKING AWAKE SO I MADE THIS BITCH OF A LIST ENJOY. I uh... may actually do something with this tbh.
Sans VS Ghost Rider (Undertale VS MARVEL) Winner: Ghost Rider Soundtrack Name: Judgment’s Stare
Optimus Prime VS Artocitus (Transformers VS DC) Winner: Optimus Prime Soundtrack Name: Raging Justice
Megatron VS Bowser (Transformers VS Nintendo) Winner: Megatron Soundtrack Name: Tyrannical Factions
The Shredder VS M. Bison (TMNT VS Street Fighter) Winner: The Shredder Soundtrack Name: Criminal History
Darkstalker VS Nicol Bolas (Wings of Fire VS Magic the Gathering) Winner: Darkstalker Soundtrack Name: Wings of Magic
Asgore VS Endeavour (Undertale VS MHA) Winner: Endeavour Soundtrack Name: Flaring Redemption
Springtrap VS Baldi VS Granny VS The Neighbor (FNaF VS Baldi's Basics VS Granny VS Hello Neighbor) Winner: Springtrap Soundtrack Name: Average Indie Slasher
Standford Pines VS W.D. Gaster (Gravity Falls VS Undertale) Winner: Stanford Pines Soundtrack Name: Lost Genius
Error Sans VS Sonic.EXE (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Error Sans Soundtrack Name: I AM ERROR
Dust Sans VS Jeff the Killer (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Dust Sans Soundtrack Name: Stab Through the Soul
Nightmare Sans VS Slenderman (Undertale AU VS Creepypasta) Winner: Slenderman Soundtrack Name: Tentacled Negativity
The Mask VS Bugs Bunny (Dark Horse VS Warner Bros) Winner: Bugs Bunny Soundtrack Name: Cartoons, Blood, and Chaos
Darth Vader VS Voldemort (Star Wars VS Harry Potter) Winner: Darth Vader Soundtrack Name: The Deadly Force
Kai VS Laval (NINJAGO VS Legends of Chima) Winner: Kai Soundtrack Name: Spin and Slash
Luz Noceda VS Harry Potter (The Owl House VS Harry Potter) Winner: Luz Noceda Soundtrack Name: Titan’s Scar
Jay VS Donitello (NINJAGO VS TMNT) Winner: Jay Soundtrack Name: Technology Rules, Right?
Lloyd Garmadon VS Po the Panda (NINJAGO VS Kung Fu Panda) Winner: Po the Panda Soundtrack Name: Chosen Legends
MEGATRON SHOWDOWN (Bayverse, G1, IDW, Prime, Cyberverse, Armada, Animated, Beast Wars) Winner: IDW Megatron Soundtrack Name: Mechanical and Tyrannical, Yessss…
Blackwargreymon VS Nemesis Prime (Digimon VS Transformers) Winner: BlackWargreymon Soundtrack Name: Engineered Devils
SCP-049 VS The Medic (SCP Foundation VS Team Fortress 2) Winner: The Medic Soundtrack: Medicine and Missverständnisse
General Zod VS Omni Man (DC VS Invincible) Winner: General Zod Soundtrack Name: Manipulative Invaders from Space
Kaos VS Zomboss (Skylanders VS Plants V.S. Zombies) Winner: Kaos Soundtrack Name: You Dare Defy ME?!
The Guardians of the Galaxy VS The Ghost Crew (MCU VS Star Wars) Winner(s): The Guardians Soundtrack Name: Rebellions and Superheroes
Jack Sparrow VS Puss in Boots (Pirates of the Caribbean VS Dreamworks) Winner: Puss in Boots Soundtrack Name: Running from Death
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Just got MK1 after having it on my wishlist for so long and me and my brother were having so much fun messing around
"he's so babygirl coded" (he has killed so many people. and he will kill more)
Yall...Omni Man is hot...like really hot 🧍♀️
I'm having an aneurysm
comfort characters be like 👨🏻👨🏻👨🏻
me when the non-human character wants to be human:
You Can run, But You Can't Hide...
Yandere!Mark Grayson x Superpowered!Reader
A/N : The reader in this has a teleportation power, not interdimensional teleportation but like regular teleportation, and they can phase through walls, obviously in this dimension Mark joined his dad and he doesn't want to kill you either
Hiding with Robot and Adam Eve's group wasn't ideal. Resources were scarce. People scared and paranoid whether they got to live another day or not; but going back and forth from one part of the planet to another wasn't sustainable either, especially since with how fast the both of them can travel; it'd only be a few minutes of resting time before you had to teleport again. So, after narrowly escaping Nolan's death grip in Honduras, you made the decision to move back up north even to settle down in the sewers to have more than thirty minutes to cool down.
But you had spotted one of the freedom fighters and followed him back to the underground base, he was clumsy and loud. It wouldn't be long until they found this place. Finding Adam and Robot telling them was the best you could do for them; they were surprised to say the least. After all a hand straight through your chest should've killed you; but with the combination of teleporting and phasing an escape was granted to you. However, not without a cost, your heart was weak, Nolan had grazed the front of your heart and thinned the muscle there. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, just pop on down to Cecil and he'd have you fixed up in no time. So, your life was on a schedule, it was a rough estimate…maybe a year? Two if you were able to properly rest without the teleporting at all.
Adam convinced you to say, sweetly said it was to treat your injuries, but Robot had made it clear it was for you to help out gathering resources and getting as many people as possible out of here in case this place was found. No matter, it was nice of them to give you a place to recover after Robot had fixed up your heart. The scar was a thin long line, from the top of your throat to the underside of your belly button. It was overkill you were sure of it, but even after waking up after the pain of being ripped open, you still were in better health, than teleporting in fear of being caught and killed.
You were inside of a subway car, practicing teleporting instantly from one side of the room to the other side, it was going to take a couple of days of practicing to build up to longer distances again. It was nicer not having a time frame of when you were going to die, or having hope for the future that wasn't under the Viltrum Empire.
It was short lived however..
There was rumbling coming from the roof of the underground train station, at first it was dismissible-just buildings crumbling to the ground, but after the screaming started to pick up and then people rushing by the car it was obvious. They had found this place, and they were going to kill everyone in this place.
Rushing out of the car, you saw that they had split themselves up, Nolan was fighting Robot and Adam Eve was fighting Mark. Omni Man had made quick work of Robot and the other people who were unlucky enough to behind him after he was rushed. Teleporting to Robot after Omni Man had delivered his last words to Robot, you had told him that you would 'take care of it and not to worry'. His voice was rasped and hard to make out with the screaming, but the message was delivered a simple Don't fail.
Looking around for the both of them wasn't hard, just follow the fear induced screams was more than enough to be pointed in the right direction.
Mark had his hand around Eve's neck, they were talking to each other. Her hands are on his wrist... and then a snap...he broke her neck. Omni man is up there now he's saying something, Mark is shaking his head not as he puts Eves' body down. They're still talking to each other.
Both of their heads snap in your direction, FUCK they saw you! Before you can think of a place to teleport to Nolan rushes you bursting the people in-between you both like bloody pimples. He lifts you in the air by your neck. Mark slowly floats his way down to you and his father.
"I wasn't expecting you to be here" Nolan grimaces slightly "especially with how keen you were to get away from the city."
His voice was monotone and short. It was hard to see where this conversation would go. You try and keep yourself levelheaded knowing that one wrong move will get you killed or captured by the of them.
"I can't stay away from home for to long."
A nervous smile came across your cracked lips, hurting but not bleeding. The grip Omni Man had on your throat was tight, keeping you suspended in the air by your throat was starting to expose the scar. A flush of air meant that Invincible had come up to interrogate you with Omni Man.
Marks soft voice rang through the silence of his and his fathers animalistic brutality just minutes ago.
"Why are you here?"
His tone had remained soft and understanding like he was talking to a child; it made would always make you wonder if Mark was choosing to do these horrible things, or he was going along with his father trying save thousands from his father.
Nolans eyes started to wonder down the slightly red line and a deep frown began to set on his mustache.
"Ah, Mark, that's a really st-"
Nolans grip had tightened suddenly as he dropped lower to the ground making sure your feet could barely scrape the rubble ridden concrete. A stern look strikes his face as he turns to Mark. A short look is shared between them before turning back to you, their eyes drift down your face and towards your pulsing scar. Nolan's thumb presses in deep enough to make Mark suck in air harshly and Nolan giving a somewhat disappointed grumble from some deep crevasse of feeling that you quite aren't sure is there.
A soft sigh came from Mark as a frown sets deep on his skin.
"What happened to you? What's with the scar? Is because of what happened in Honduras? You know if you'd just stayed still nothing would've happened. You pushed dad's buttons..., I'm not saying you deserved that, but still."
A shrug passed through him, he moved closer, Nolan's grip was starting to get harsher. Mark puts his hand on top of your head, he doesn't take heed of it. He begins to it upward slowly as you struggled to look up, a chuckle came from Nolan.
"He won't kill you, just make sure you won't be able to see straight. I've seen him practice works well enough."
You weren't able to at least get a sarcastic rebuttal out before his hand came down on, your head. It was an odd experience a slight pain, a sharp realization of being able to see in opposite directions, burning in of bile, and then not having sight in front of yourself.
the old switcharoo
I bet there’s an actual universe of these two swapped
Scion=What if Superman was a murderous space whale instead of immigrant?
Superman= Superhero who is coded as an immigrant/alien that is the subject of controvery because he supposedly 'doesn't belong'.
Brightburn= What if Superman's people were evil and despite growing up with a loving family, found out about his origins and relented to his nature?
Homelander= What if Superman was evil, and didn't grow up with a loving family but rather seen as an experiment and weapon and not as a person or individual?
Omni-man= What if Superman was raised on his home planet and was a colonizer and supremacist, rather than an immigrant?
Mark who's "fuck you"-ing/mocking Nolan is my only favourite part of this ep. The rest is suffering
I forgot that I can draw damn
(Something from my AU that I’m too shy to tell about)
I need for this to be Debbie when she sees Nolan in S3 😂
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Invincible Asks/Requests
So this is, like, spur of the moment type shi but if any of you guys want to send requests/asks for invincible related content- I would be happy to indulge. I will mostly do writing but maybe on a good day I can give out some sketches. Invincible is my hyper-fixation rn and I want to write for it before it possibly fizzles out.
I do have to say I didn't think this through entirely so there may be things that I didn't write down or mention so I apologize and I will add edits to the post if I have to.
P.s.: I may be making a small sketching series where I make my own invincible variants. We'll see how that goes.
What I will write:
Reader inserts (gender neutral, fem, or male)
Black reader inserts (I am black so I am comfortable writing for specifically black audiences)
Pregnancy
Aus
Smut/nfsw
crossovers
Headcanons/imagines/one-shots
violence/death
polyamory relationships
ocs
fluff
angst
lgbtq relationships/sexualities
And I think that's all folks! I will probably update this later but I want to post this and then go back to what I was drawing. If you want to see some of my artwork to see a reference of what my sketches may look like if you do want to ask for a drawing, then I will post some of my work. Stay healthy, hydrated and safe folks!
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❝Always You❞
Mark Grayson x Childhood Friend!Reader ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
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❀ summary: you showed up uninvited, made his dad question all his life (and facial hair) choices, and never left. now you’re older, hotter, still annoying—and mark? very much in love. congrats.
❀ contains: sfw. childhood friends to lovers. slow-burn vibes. emotionally repressed!reader. soft!mark. reader has a difficult home life. light trauma but make it casual. fluff, banter and comedic tension. mark grayson being stupid-in-love.
❀ wc: 1899
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You don’t remember exactly how you ended up in the Graysons’ house that first day.
You’d only just moved in next door, and your mom was already yelling about boxes. The man she was with—this week’s guy—smelled like beer, sweat, and no patience.
So you left.
Well… not really, but something along those lines.
You wandered down the sidewalk barefoot, dragging your backpack behind you, until you spotted a house that looked safe. Lived-in. Rich. You rang the doorbell like it owed you something.
Debbie Grayson opened the door, took one look at your face, and smiled. “Hi there, sweetheart. You okay?”
You didn’t answer. Just walked right past her like you belonged there.
Mark was on the floor with a comic book. He looked up, mouth half-open.
You pointed at his dad. “Is that mustache glued on, or is it a punishment?”
Nolan nearly dropped his coffee. Debbie choked on a laugh. Mark blinked, unsure whether to be offended or amazed.
You were five.
By the end of the day, you were sitting cross-legged on their carpet, eating cookies like you’d always been there. You told Nolan he “sounded like a guy on TV,” which earned another chuckle from Debbie and a long sigh from the man.
By the end of the week, you were staying over so often Debbie started keeping a toothbrush for you.
By the end of the month, you were helping Mark build Lego towers in his room—then immediately yelling at Nolan for knocking them over “on purpose.”
(He did. He 100% did. Nolan Grayson, Earth’s strongest man, had personal beef with a five-year-old and no shame about it.)
And before long, Mark couldn’t remember a life where you weren’t in it.
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Being around you was chaos wrapped in kindness.
You’d stick your tongue out at Mark and Nolan the second Debbie turned her back, then curl into her side during movie nights like you were her own kid.
You terrified Nolan with the things you said—adult questions in a child’s voice, bold and unfiltered. Like asking, “If you flew into space too fast, would your brain explode?” Or, more memorably: “Do aliens poop?”
“Enough,” Nolan muttered one night after your fifth question. “You’re worse than a Pentagon interrogation.”
“But I’m cuter,” you argued, and Debbie nodded like that settled the matter.
You were nine when you figured out Omni-Man’s identity.
You’d been watching the news over cereal, Mark beside you, both in matching Grayson hand-me-downs.
With squinted eyes at the screen, you groaned in disbelief. “Seriously? That’s your dad’s disguise? I can recognize that ugly mustache from space.”
Mark froze with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “Wait, what?”
“Dude, it’s so obvious.”
You didn’t even flinch when Nolan walked in seconds later, fully suited up but holding his slippers like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Morning,” you said sweetly. “Nice cape.”
Nolan grunted and turned on the coffee maker without a comment.
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Debbie adored you. Nolan, surprisingly, respected you—maybe because you always challenged him without fear. And Mark? Mark had someone who understood him without even trying.
Your home life, though, was never something you talked about.
It wasn’t bad, not technically, but it didn’t feel like a home. The yelling never stopped. The guys came and went. You learned early not to ask questions, and that silence was safer.
So you stopped asking.
But one night—when you were eleven—you showed up at Mark’s window with bruises on your arms and dirt on your knees. You didn’t say anything. Just climbed inside and curled up next to him on the bed.
He didn’t say anything either.
He just pulled the blanket over you and let you fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
After that, the Graysons stopped asking if you were coming over. It was just assumed.
That’s how it always was.
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By middle school, the two of you were inseparable. You walked to class together, bickered over who got to name the group projects, and ganged up on anyone who tried to mess with either of you.
One day, in the cafeteria, some eighth grader bumped into you hard enough to knock your tray.
“Watch it,” he sneered, clearly expecting you to back off.
You looked him dead in the eyes while tilting your head innocently. “Try that again and I’ll make sure you’re crapping Jell-O for a week.”
The kid blinked.
Mark stepped in beside you. “She means that in a… non-lethal way.”
“Do I?” you asked.
Mark turned to you, deadpan. “Can you not threaten to rearrange someone’s insides with pudding in front of the lunch monitors?”
You gave him a shrug. “No promises.”
People thought you’d grow apart in high school. That Mark would change. That you would change.
But you never gave him the chance to drift. You clung—stubbornly, fiercely—like you knew if you let go, something in you would unravel. And Mark never wanted to be anywhere else anyway.
High school didn’t change you much. If anything, you just got bolder.
Mark got taller. You got sharper. People asked if you were dating. You both said no.
But neither of you looked too convinced when you did.
You still wore his hoodies. He still shared his fries with you without asking. You stole his blankets. He carried an extra charger in his bag just in case you forgot yours.
He never forgot your birthday. You never missed a single one of his baseball games.
It wasn’t just friendship. Not really.
Not with the way you rolled your eyes at affection from anyone else but melted instantly when Mark laid his head on your shoulder.
Not when you’d fight with him one minute and be curled up against him the next, hoodie sleeves too long, fingers grazing his under the blanket.
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Mark watched you far more than he should’ve.
He noticed the way your laugh cracked just a little when you were too tired.
The way you hugged too hard, like you were making sure someone stayed.
The way you’d stand between him and anyone who dared to mouth off—like you were the one with superpowers.
He didn’t need to know the exact moment he fell in love with you. For him—it was always there, he just hadn’t been smart enough to understand.
Maybe it was that one day when you were watching cartoons on the floor, and Mark was pretending not to stare at you. You turned to him, grinning, and said something dumb like, “You’d probably get beat up in a real fight.”
But your eyes were soft.
He smiled back, and thought, God, it’s always been you.
But he never told you. Not really.
Because every time he almost did, you’d turn away. Or laugh. Or call him something close enough to a slur and throw popcorn at his face.
Maybe that was your armor. Or maybe it was his fear.
Either way, the words never made it out.
So he held onto them in silence. Carried them like bruises from a fight—but these ones never quite healed. Let them bleed out slowly over the years through lingering glances, soft touches, and unspoken understanding.
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You were sixteen when he nearly told you.
It was late. You’d been watching horror movies with you curled up against him, almost half-asleep.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Mm?”
“You know I—I really—uh, care about you, right?”
You cracked one eye open. “Mark, if this is your weird way of trying to tell me you love me, just do it.”
His breath hitched.
You snorted. “Relax. You’re too chicken to actually say it.”
“Am not.”
”Then say it.”
He paused.
You reached over, poked his cheek, and mumbled, “Didn’t think so.”
And then you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder, blissfully unaware of how badly his heart was racing.
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Even now, sitting in his room, you’re stretched across his bed with a random comic forgotten beside you, legs tangled in his blanket like you own the place.
(Because you kind of do—not that he’d give you the satisfaction of knowing that.)
Mark watches you from his desk chair, ’Seance Dog’ comic in hand, but he’s not reading a word.
“You’re staring again,” you mutter from his bed, cheek half-squished against his pillow, voice muffled and judgmental.
“I am not,” Mark lies—incredibly unconvincingly.
You glance over with one brow raised. “You always stare when you’re thinking something gross.”
“It’s not gross!”
“So it is something.”
“…Maybe.”
You sit up, stretching your arms overhead with a dramatic yawn. “If you’re about to tell me you’ve been in love with me since we were, like, eight, just say it. Don’t do the weird broody stare like you’re in some CW drama.”
Mark blinks. “I mean… okay, not since eight. But maybe since… twelve?”
You blink at him.
Then before he can overthink like always—you let out a long, theatrical sigh and flop back dramatically again. “Ugh. Finally.”
Mark startles. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.” You shoot him a lopsided grin. “Do you know how annoying it is being the only one aware of the mutual pining in this room? I’ve been carrying this ship on my BACK.”
Mark’s mouth opens. Closes. “Wait—you like me?”
“I’m literally lying in your bed, wearing your hoodie, and insulting you in front of your anime figurines. What do you think?”
“…Okay, that’s fair.”
You pause. Then smirk. “So… now what?”
Mark thinks for a second, then shrugs. “I mean, I could kiss you, but I’m 99% sure you’d just roast me for it.”
You hum. “Depends. Are you going to do that thing where you hesitate awkwardly and make a weird-ass face?”
Mark throws a pillow at you.
You cackle, catching it midair. “I’m kidding, dumbass. Come here.”
And when he does—grinning like a total idiot, heart thudding like he’s about to leap off a building for the first time—you tug him forward by the collar of his hoodie and kiss him first.
It’s warm, a little clumsy, way too long overdue.
And when you pull back, breathless and smug, grinning against his mouth—whispering, “Took you long enough, Grayson.”
Mark laughs, his cheeks tinted pink.
His fingers are still in your hair.
And for the first time in years, his heart feels lighter than air.
Because he’s always been watching you.
But now, finally—you’re looking back at him the same way.
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Later, as you both lay tangled in blankets and shared warmth, Mark breaks the silence.
“…Do you think my dad knew?”
The question lingers in the air, and your mind drifts back to the old days—the easier ones—before your eyes open.
You blink up at the ceiling. “That you’re in love with me? Yeah. He always knew.”
Mark groans. “Debbie probably has a betting pool going.”
“She does,” you say without hesitation. “Amber’s in on it too. I think William’s the bookie.”
Mark gapes at you. “Are you serious?”
You grin, smug. “Dead serious. I’m pretty sure I just made someone twenty bucks.”
Mark buries his face in the pillow. “God.”
Patting his back, mock-comfortingly, you snort under your breath. “Don’t worry. You’re still the last one to find out.”
“…That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“It wasn’t supposed to.”
And somewhere in the house, Debbie smiles to herself in the kitchen, sipping her wine like she didn’t just win her own bet.
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What does a girl have to do to find a good slow burn 😭😭
Like I just wanna read about how a character over time falls in love with y/n, I keep finding a good one then the author either stop posting/ the ending is terrible or it isn’t even a slow burn. When I say slow I mean SLOW I don’t wanna see them kiss until 30 chapters in - like what happened to actually going through the effort of taking the time to fit y/n actually in the story. like don’t get me wrong I love au! But I really just wanna plan fanfic where I see myself in these crazy situations!
Guys please I’ll take any recommendation im multi fandom!😭💔
🫠 Omni-Man Is My Jam. Drabble.
(Short drabble thingie while sleep deprived celebrating my incoming birthday, 200+ words,🫡 while I finish up some of my other fics, ready to explode. If you're feeling generous, here's my kofi.)
Omni–Man:
Long hard day of work or doing nothing, you lay on your bed to catch up on some much needed down time with yourself and phone before Omni–man invites himself in through your ever-forgetful window. The persistent viltrumite you can never get rid of even when you want to.
What does he say to that? from MK1, "I can hold my breath for weeks."
So it's no surprise when you're the one gasping for air, one hand desperately clinging onto your pillow for dear life to not blackout from the sequence of eye-rolling orgasms, the other with fingers digging deep into his short hair as he stays determined and hyperfocus on eating the sweet little pleasure between your trembling thighs caught in his strong beefy hands. You definitely blacked out after the 5th or was it 9th orgasm?
When you awoke at midnight, it wasn't to peace. Omni–man never seemed to take a break, almost threatening with an infinite amount of energy and stamina as he loomed over you, your legs draped over his mountainous shoulders. "I'm going to demolish this pussy." And he meant it in every soul punching thrust, increasing in intensity.
And when he finally calls it a night… Oh you could only twitch in response, dazed and gaping in many ways than one as he chuckled, throwing a lazy blanket barely covering the mess he made of you before flying out in an instant.
His message on your phone blinkied in the darkness: 'Be prepared for next time, pet.'
You either die constantly saying the hero is actually a villain, or you live long enough to see yourself become the hero who is actually a villain
