tdov was like a week ago already but I just wanna say when I came over to vacation slash help my sworn brother move flat he told me, "ever since you said you wanted to get top surgery I've been thinking about it. it's straight up number two on my bucket list"
old art again!! this time a rough animation of sawyer and yarnaby 😎 (looks better if u click to view 😭)
im working on a short ppt animation rn. im thinking i should post it to my youtube channel, though im not sure if people here would see it. i think i can link videos on here?? idk
okay I'm gonna talk abt more chapter 4 stuff.. this time about prototype's previous identity.. ch4 spoilers and also a theory below..
hiding the solo yarnaby under here LOL
people theorized 1006 was elliot, which was recently disproven in the chapter 4 tape where poppy refers to elliot as her dad and wishes he were there. in the same tape she addresses prototype as a completely different person. also recall that elliot died in the 90s, meanwhile prototype met theo in 1989. so yeah, they aren't the same person
I've also seen people say rich is prototype, which cannot be true either. in a ch4 tape he speaks to one of the employees under his supervision. the kid mentions his coworkers joking about him going missing. before the bbi, it would not make sense for this to be a common rumor at the company, which means this tape had to happen after harley was hired in 1990; at a time when the company would have a reason to silence people
prototype existed in 1989 at the minimum, but considering he says "it's always been about you and me" to poppy, he's likely the prototype of HER. she's elliots daughter, she died in the 60s, meaning prototype was probably created around that time as well.
this means that rich can't be the prototype because he was human long after prototype was made
if you want my take on who prototype truly is, i'd say his identity doesn't necessarily matter. i don't mean to say his origins aren't important, just that his name and specific role in the past probably doesn't mean anything in the long run. i've never believed he was elliot or rich, and maybe in the future i'll be proven wrong but for now i'll tell you the theory i've had since june of last year
elliot's daughter dies in the 60s. he divorced his wife in 1930, so his daughter is probably in her 30s when she dies. she gets sick or injured, maybe she's actively dying or already dead by the time elliot begins his research. he looks for ways to bring her back, but it doesn't work on the rats (as he mentioned a note in the 2nd chapter)
so what does he do? he tries it on something bigger as he said he would: a human. of course he's not going to try this experimental method on his own daughter, even if she's already dead, so he finds someone else to use it on. we know that elliot wasn't evil or anything, so it's unlikely he killed anybody to use for the experiment. considering the orphanage isn't open yet (it opened in the 70s, not the 60s), prototype probably wasn't an orphan child either.
if i run with my simple version of the theory, elliot may have dug up a body in a graveyard and used that. maybe a fresh one, who knows. he tried it, it worked, then he revived his daughter with the same method.
this is likely what harley wanted to know about in the chapter 3 tape (the "i learn something new about you every day" one), and also what prototype is asking harley to figure out in the ch4 tape they're both in. in that case, sawyer never actually figured out how to revive people with the poppy substance. sure, he can transfer people into the toys, but he can't bring anybody back to life
more reason to believe prototype and poppy are of the same "batch" is because it seems they are the only two who don't need food. it's outright stated about him in the ch1 trailer, and insinuated with her saying the "toys will starve otherwise" when she's talking about how nasty them eating humans is. she refers to them, not herself. her and prototype are probably the only 2 who were ever brought back from the dead, which circles back around to his monologue and gives meaning to the "it's always been about you and me, poppy. what we are". when i heard him say that i felt like my theory was lowk confirmed 😭😭
no guarantee this is right, but it's been my guess for a long time
summary — part 2 to "am i making you nervous?" :: you just had the best sex of your life, and it was with none other than your best friend. as the night continues, you question your feelings, fraser gives you three more orgasms, and after he accidentally lets something slip, you’re both finally forced to confront the elephant in the room. safe to say, this truly was the best night of your life.
warnings/tags — explicit smut, (best) friends to lovers, unprotected sex/creampie (again, always better to be safe than sorry!), squirting, cussing, pwp(?), kind of mutual pining, fraser is a sub for one millisecond, munch fraser (oral f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, couch sex, he takes his glasses off here..., accidental love confession, quite fluffy!, pet names (baby, sweet girl, good girl), intended lowercase, use of y/n, sort of proofread but also not reaaaally. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!
word count — 3,350
a/n — i tried to make this a stand alone but idrk how that went along 😭 also, if the scene where fraser gives head sounds awkward let's please uhm,, not talk about it,, bc ive never actually received good head before so i have no clue what that's like. anyways! thank u for all the love on the first one!!
one word you wouldn't use to describe yourself was greedy.
but right now, as you lay on all fours, begging fraser for more after he'd just given you the best orgasm you've ever had, greedy might be the most fitting word for you.
"fraser, please…"
fuck. he was a goner.
while fraser was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the past ten minutes, some sort of post-climax clarity hits you, and you start to wonder about what the aftermath of this could be. will you ever be able to look him in the eye again? would he ever be able to look you in the eye again? do you become best friends who fuck on occasion and end up ruining the bond you previously had? will you be left wanting more, only to be crushed when fraser tells you he doesn't feel the same way?
because it turns out… that small crush you had might not be so small after all.
your line of thought is cut off when fraser shifts, hands moving across your ass before he gets to your dripping cunt. he collects some of the cum leaking out, and stuffs it back in, emitting a moan out of you.
"more, huh?" and just like that, he's switched over to that bolder version of him– the version of him that exists with one goal and one goal alone: to please you.
he can feel his dick start to stiffen again; the sight of you like this was something he'd kill to see forever. teary eyes, disheveled hair, swollen lips, a faint bruise ghosting your hips, and you trembling in way that isn't visible, but could be felt under his touch. everything was so overwhelming.
but before he got too hard, fraser knew one thing he had to do. taste you.
"frase—" you start, voice whinier than ever.
"shh, i know baby, i know," he murmurs, voice entirely too soft for what he's doing—or is about to do. "but i wanna taste you first, is that okay with you?"
fuck, he was so fucking intoxicating. his voice was still sweet - it's the same voice you've heard pretty much everyday growing up, only now, it was tinged with something rough, dark, and… primal.
you nod as hard as you can, unable to muster anything other than: "please."
fraser wastes no second before sinking into you, groaning the second his tongue makes contact with your heat. he licked a long stripe up your pussy, then he pushed his tongue in, and as he does so, he can taste himself in you. that's when he's convinced this is heaven. right here, burying his face into you, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as your legs shake and you moan out his name like it's the only word you know.
he involuntarily bucks his hips up, grinding across the couch for any friction he could get. you taste so good his cock hurts from how hard he is.
as he explores the soft walls of your pussy, he moves his left hand to stimulate your clit and it feels so good your vision starts to blur. then he takes his tongue out, only to insert his finger in as he starts sucking on your clit. when fraser realizes you could take one more, he inserts a second finger, and you don't know if it was because of your prior orgasm, but you cum so suddenly it shocks you.
in fact, you squirt all over him, and fraser only realizes he still has his glasses on when it splashes onto his lenses.
he takes them off and continues thrusting his fingers in to let you ride your orgasm out before removing them. however, he's still lapping at you, drinking in everything you released, including what was dripping down your thigh.
then fraser snaps out of whatever trance your pussy put him in.
"holy shit…" he pants, face flushed, and lips drenched in your juices.
he notices you're still slightly trembling, and turns you around, letting you recover a little. his cock throbs when you pull him in for a kiss the second he turns you, and his heart warms at the thought of you wanting to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you.
it felt like you would've been kissing forever if he didn't pull away, although he was reluctant to do so. "do you need water?"
you hadn't even realized your mouth had turned into the sahara until fraser asked, and even though there's nothing you want more than to just continue, your body has its needs, and you might've passed out in the middle of sex if he hadn't asked you.
the attentiveness makes your head spin, but not in the way it had when he was fucking your brains out just earlier. this time, it had your brain spinning with thoughts you never dared to entertain before. as unwanted as they are, there's no stopping the smile that spreads across your lips.
"yes, please," you slurred, and you both laugh at how fucked out you sounded.
when he stands up to get you water, your eyes don't miss how insanely hard his dick is and that only makes your head spin more. partly because you knew that was going to be drilling inside you again, but mostly because… wow. he was rock fucking solid, and he still put your needs first.
it was honestly the bare minimum, but in a world where so many guys' consideration disappeared the second they're having sex, your heart can't help but flutter.
ohhhh no. fraser better hurry and make you cum again before your thoughts drift further off and become uncontrollable.
he's back with a cup of water and a small smile on his face.
"thank you," you say before downing the whole thing.
"always."
you set your cup down, and you spend a couple of seconds just looking at each other, like you're silently communicating that you're both aware this isn't the same anymore. but that can't happen… can it?
you break the ice as your eyes trail down to his cock still standing uncomfortably tall, "soo… are we gonna do something about that?"
fraser gulps, opening his mouth to reply, but you're inching closer and closer to his cock, looking like you've come straight out of his wet dreams, so he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out an embarrassing moan.
"n-no, i'm supposed to make you forget…" he says, cursing himself for stuttering, but can you blame him, when he can feel your breath on his pulsating cock that's been begging for attention ever since he licked that stripe across your slit?
"mmm, i dunno frase… having you fuck my face sounds like a pretty good way to forget."
you end the sentence with a bat of your eyelashes, and fraser truly can't believe this is happening to him right now.
before he's able to reply, you wrap your hand around him and he lets out a shaky exhale. "fuck…"
that brings a smile to your face as you continue stroking him, squeezing him at random times which sends his eyes flying wide open each time. you're stroking him at a torturous pace, but it was purposeful. you wanted to rile him up, to push him to the point of abandon.
"fuck, y/n– just…" he mutters, a whine slipping in his usually leveled tone.
"just what, fraser?" you smirk, stopping your movements entirely which makes him let out a frustrated groan.
"just do it, already," at this point, his teeth were clenched and his patience was running thin.
"i need you to be a bit more specific…" you hold back a giggle, but fraser notices, and that's when he realizes what you were playing at.
he doesn't reply, instead, opting to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and guide you onto him himself. "that's right, open up, baby."
the pet name sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach again, but you ignore them, trying your hardest to break fraser with your mouth. but, unbeknownst to you, you'd already broken him from the moment your lips found his.
the beads of precum taste salty, and you lick around his head to taste more. fraser hisses at the feeling of your hot mouth and tongue engulfing his tip, eyes threatening to close shut from the pleasure, but he knows there's no way in hell he's missing this view.
fraser's big, but not so big that you couldn't deep-throat him without your gag reflexes acting up. when you reach the base of his cock, you hum, and the vibrations make fraser tighten his grip on your hair, letting out a deep groan.
"you're insane…" he pants, still keeping eye contact as you pull away to catch your breath. this time, fraser lets you work your magic—dragging your tongue across the whole length with a teasing smile on your face, then flicking over the slit when you reach the top. that gets a moan out of him, and you clench at nothing over the sound, fueling you to keep going.
fraser's caressing your head as you take all of him in again, making sure you show every vein, every ridge, every detail, some love, and there's not an inch of him that goes unexplored.
fraser betrays himself and shuts his eyes close, pleasure too overwhelming to keep them open. he focuses on the way your tongue is moving, the air you're exhaling out of your nose that makes him shudder, and the sound of slurping filling the room — the episode playing on the TV long forgotten.
he opens his eyes again, looking down to see you already looking up, eyes filled with tears. he moves the hand in your hair to pat your cheek.
"your mouth was just made for me, wasn't it?" you nod, replying with a muffled 'mhm' which sends another wave of vibrations through him, making him tip his head back in an attempt to keep it together.
"ohh, fuck…" fraser moaned, starting to buck his hips up, both of his hands now holding your head in place.
his eyes were shut tight, relishing in the perfect way your lips suctioned him and the perfect way you moaned against him. but as he feels his release building, he realizes there's a better place to cum in.
he suddenly pulls you off of him, and for a split second, fraser debates whether to turn you around or fuck you in missionary – because if he had to look at you while buried inside you like this, he honestly wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive.
the weight tips quickly in his head, and he turns you around.
you're surprised you aren't on your back, but you don't have to think about it too much before his voice interrupts your thoughts.
"tell me what you want, baby. tell me how you want it."
your anticipation skyrockets, tightening around nothing over the hunger that's so terribly evident in his voide.
"just please fraser. lose yourself, make me forget, and give it to me. i need you."
the raw vulnerability in your voice, practically begging him to let go of his inhibitions, is what finally does it for him. there were so many moments throughout tonight where he thought, this is it, but nope – this was it. you telling him you need him.
"everything," he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous promise, "you're taking everything."
there's absolutely no more hesitation as he grips your hips, anchoring you in place as he lines himself up. he enters you in one long, powerful, and unapologetic thrust that seems to reach all the way to your soul, and you almost scream at the feeling.
"ah— fuck!" you moaned, just as a low primal groan escapes his throat. he's slamming into you with no remorse, and you're sure the couch is never gonna recover from this.
he finds a relentless rhythm, and you swear wind gets knocked out of you with each of fraser's thrusts. he's no longer just your sweet best friend; he is a man possessed by the need to claim you, to drown out every bad memory and every ounce of stress you've carried all day.
he's driving into you with desperation, movements becoming faster and more frantic when he feels your cunt tighten around him, swallowing him whole. your mouth was heaven, but this… this transcended it.
"thaaat's it… just focus on me," he leans to growl into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "forget everything else – it's just you and me, y/n. just me."
every thrust is a declaration, every heavy breath a testament to how much he's been hiding beneath that calm, sweet exterior. every thrust shows his determination to leave you so completely shattered that the only thing you can feel is the shape of him inside you.
your head was spinning with each slam of his hips. this position allowed more of fraser's strength, and you felt it. the feeling was so overwhelming — every vein, ridge, and the swollen tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. you were drooling now, unable to help yourself. the sounds coming from both of you—your whimpers, his moans, the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass and his balls brushing against the insides of your thighs—were borderline pornographic.
"feels good?" he asks, speeding up his thrusts to a pace unimaginable. you can't even form a coherent reply, answering him with a bunch of unintelligible mumbles and murmurs. he can only laugh.
"my sweet, good girl... you've really been fucked dumb, huh?" you nod, and he continues. "anybody ever fuck you like this?" then you shake your head, mustering up all your power to reply with a simple 'no!' but it sounded nothing like it—just a bunch of moans and whimpers.
you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and start tapping on the couch from how intense it was, but you didn't want him to stop, and you let him know by yelling (what seemed to be) "don't stop!" over and over again until it sounded coherent.
knowing you want to keep going, your action of tapping out, has him smirking. huffing out a sweet laugh—contradicting his current not-so-sweet deeds. "what? you wanted this, so take it. take all of your best friend's big cock."
the sheer audacity of him to refer to himself as your best friend as he wrecks you makes your heart race even faster than the physical sensation. it was a delicious, dizzying contradiction.
fraser is completely gone now. the restraint he usually prides himself in has been incinerated by the heat of your body and the desperation in your voice. he sees the way you're tapping on the couch; a frantic, rhythmic signal of how much you're struggling to handle him and it only encourages him. that little smirk on his face is pure, unadulterated mischief, a flash of the confident, dominant man he keeps hidden behind his gentle smiles.
"nnngggfhh," your moans are muffled with the way your face is planted on the couch, and fraser can't believe how much he loves hearing you so absolutely lost, only able to produce cute little noises.
he finds your clit again and you scream. that was possibly the loudest you've ever screamed.
"you're so loud for me, y/n," he groans, voice thick with a dark, satisfied pride. "i love how much you need this. i love how much you need me."
and he doesn't know if it was the intoxicating feeling of your pussy wrapped so perfectly around him, or something else, but he pulls out and flips you around, shutting up any complaint that was at the tip of your tongue by sliding back in immediately.
and right away it feels different. this time he can see you, every proof of pleasure on your face: your unfocused eyes, the drool, how your eyebrow twitched. and it felt so much more… intimate.
this was really you.
and just like you asked, he's losing himself. losing himself in you, in the pleasure, in his indisputable feelings for you.
he can feel you reaching the edge the way your muscles are twitching and your breath is coming in short, jagged gasps. he knows you're right there, teetering on the brink of total oblivion, and he wants to be the one to push you over. he wants to be the reason you lose your mind.
"cum for me, y/n," he commands, his voice dropping into a low, intense rumble that vibrates through your entire body. "show me how much you want it. show me how much you love this dick."
he delivers a series of rapid, punishingly deep thrusts, his entire body tensing as he pushes himself to the absolute limit. he's driving you toward the peak, his eyes fixed on the way your body is reacting to him, waiting for the moment you finally break.
it's not long before you completely shatter onto him, moaning his name like a mantra, as your toes curl and your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.
then the feeling of him chasing his own high while his thumb continued rubbing your clit made you overstimulated.
you're pretty much limp at this point as fraser continues to thrust into you, but the urgency is no longer there. you already came, and that's all that matters to him.
soon, he's nearing his own climax, and he's repeatedly saying, "take it, take it like the good girl you are."
you're whining, but the overstimulation starts turning into pleasure and you move your hips to match his thrusts, finally regaining some of your brain power.
he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss, saying: "that's it... god, y/n... just like that..." in between kisses.
he gasps, which sounded awfully like a sob, and you couldn't help but clench around him. he delivers one final, devastating thrust, before burying himself deep, pouring himself into you. and surprisingly, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge again, vision going absolutely white as your body shudders with intensity.
fraser tries to help you ride your orgasm out, but he was exhausted, and he could only really manage four shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of you. he pulls out as he rolls over, nuzzling into your neck before impulsively uttering, "i love you."
at that, you freeze, and so does fraser.
"oh, fuck– i meant…" he trails off, eyebrows furrowed with worry, but he doesn't know how to excuse what he just said.
"you meant..?" you continue, hoping it wasn't just a slip of the tongue.
when fraser doesn't reply, you think: fuck it.
"fraser i… i think i love you too," his eyes widen.
"what?"
"look– i think love's a strong word, but i truly have liked you for a while, and if this aching feeling in my chest isn't love, then what is it?" his eyes continue to widen and his mouth is now agape, but he lets you continue. "and i know, maybe i'm not entirely thinking straight after four of the best orgasms i've ever experienced, but i'm confident that if you asked me in any state of mind, i'd still say i love you."
a smile slowly starts to form on fraser's lips, and he cups your jaw, caressing your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. this time, there was nothing underneath it but softness and the love you shared.
when you pull away, fraser's contagious smile just refuses to leave his face.
"i never would've thought i'd ever hear you say that, y/n," he starts, "i've loved you for so long, but i never expected… well, this," he gestures around you and you giggle.
"well, this is definitely happening, fraser pierre minten," you kiss him again, and in between kisses, he says:
How would the Primarchs react if you were assassinated in front of them.
For context, we are talking about a leisurely day...maybe you're cuddling, maybe you're just in close proximity, talking and laughing. Before something happens that should've never been allowed to occur.
This one is long and brutal, be prepared.
Lion
All emotions mix, Fury, Despair, Anger.
It happens fast for him, one second you're on the other side of the table and he's so capsulated by your lips, watching you speak as he's lost in thought. Content to just exist with you, before suddenly your head is popping and your body's on the ground and his sword in the assailants throat.
He stands there, with your murderers body hanging off his sword and his soul feels close to combusting. His face is emotionless except for his wide eyes staring right through the man that has just taken everything from him.
A dead man, a waste of space, a nothing has somehow managed to do the inexplicable.
His sons run towards the room, ready to ask questions, but as soon as they see their primarch strung tighter than a string on a knifes edge, and your headless body behind, they turn still and accept the imminent fate they'll fall victim to, because HOW did he get through.
The Lion will be unpredictable in his punishment, he will be ruthless in his own guilt.
2nd - redacted
Fulgrim
He and you have been spending a lushious day together, he has been busy lately, working in the forge, spending time with his brothers, dealing with business, so today he decided to take time for you. You ate together, he fed you grapes and looked at you with devotion before the urge took over to draw you. You're laying on one of the beautiful couches drinking some wine as he's on the other side of the room deciding on the next paint he's going to pick up as he hears an ever so soft kling of metal falling to the floor.
He calmly raises his gaze and looks your way, a smile building on his face ready to quip at you for dropping your cup, but as his eyes meet your frame the smile Drops and his hearts skip several beats.
He's at you in an instant, the cup, which was supposed to hold luxurious wine, discarded on the floor as he calls out your name and grabs you not so gently to bring you up. There's tears already streaming down his face as he screams for an apothecary, running out, knowing that whatever was added killed you in an instant.
His despair is a vicious thing. Virtiol mixes with such heartfelt sorrow that looking at him is painful. All and everybody involved in the assassination are discarded of. Brutally, painfully and slowly. How dare they take his love, his muse and other half away. He cries so hard you can hear him choke on his own breaths in his chambers for a long time after your death.
Perturabo
The time you two spend in comfortable silence is far and in between. He's planned it all out, as much as he hates to deny it he loves to spend time with you. As much as he wants to pretend you aren't special to him, you very much are. You're not in any way better than him, but your natures and characters simply fit together like two puzzle pieces. Your proximity soothed him and told him that there would always be somebody that cared for him, whom would never treat him as something to be used or discarded of. So even if you don't speak, being near to you meant a lot to him.
He was working at his desk, a complex project, a building so immense and mind-blowing, although you couldn't well read the architectural plans you loved to simply sit on his lap and relax to the sounds of his pen leaving yet another perfect line on paper. A long while has passed already before you nudge him softly and excuse yourself to the toilet. He doesn't stop his project but helps u get off his lap as you make your way out the room.
Exactly seven minutes pass and Perturabo leans up and back in his chair, you should've been back by now he thinks but doesn't act on that thought. He stands to get more papers and it is as he picks up the rolls that he hears a crunching sound and a short lived scream that sounded way too much - NO -
He's out of the room and down several halls before anybody can blink, and his brain processes your death before his soul is ready for it.
Something has crushed you and his soul is ripping apart as his brain's already processing on how this might've happened and just how many must die for this.
The punishment is brutal, and as impossible as it might seem, he finds the perpetrator is found in record time. But no torture in the world, no number of dead, will ever bring you back, none will ever manage to mend the open wound that is his heart. His despair is silent, it is seething and it is dangerous in it's precision. He distances himself, yet never drops a tear, he doesn't need to, when his literal being feels like it's being brought through a wringer every second he breathes and you don't.
Jaghatai Khan
It was dramatic honestly. There was no heroic play, no grand race, no unfortunate accident.
He was hugging you to himself.
Cradling your head, dropping small kisses to it from time to time.
You were drawing circles into his skin.
You had a beautiful day and a heated evening, you were just laying in silent ecstacy, enjoying each other's presence, being grateful to have met each other, being grateful for such a perfect, lively match of free souls.
You were both nude enjoying the warm winds in your hair and on your bodies, you wiggled and with a mischievous, utterly relaxed smile leaned up on his chest to kiss him.
He heard it before it happened, a bullet moving at immense speed and his hand managed to cover your head in hopes of saving you from the impact. Oh gods, the terror as it simply passed through it and split your head anyway.
Not a second later he had you on your back, covering your body with his, but it was already too late. Your eyes forever stuck in a moment of confused shock, and he's forced to look at you, with his hand still at your head, shaking, not because of the pain, he doesn't even feel it, but because it didn't manage to protect what was most vital to him.
He both was and wasn't fast enough.
He let the sniper escape as he cradled you like the most precious porcelain doll to his chest. Trying to regulate his breathing as the tears start to fall and the despair starting to collect.
Minutes later he lays you down and closes your eyes as he goes to eradicate the disgusting scum that dared do such an inhumane act.
He catches up and deals with it quickly, before coming back to you and dressing you in utter silence. He walks back to his legion with you in his arms. Slow as the falling of snow. Step after agonizing step. His eyes never leaving your lifeless form. Utter silence befalls his kin, for months to follow. Not a soul dares laugh, there is no fun to be had when their father sits with part of his soul missing. The funeral is beautiful, the sorrow deep. Everybody lost something immeasurably vital that day.
Leman Russ
Your death kills him.
Any and all thoughts regarding you put him into a state of unfathomable horror. A manic sense of despair Befalls him. Remembering that day will never not make him want to gut himself and choke himself to death with his own organs.
It was a calm day, you spent your morning lazing around, before he got energized and started to lick up your body and tickle you, all to hear your delightful laugh. Something that never failed to make him grin like a stupid idiot. Something that could bring him back from any grim headspace. Something akin to a magic salve for all and any of his wounds. He nuzzled closer to you and grinned and enjoyed your joyous slaps and grabbing of his hair, before you too gave up and just let his heavy head rest on your chest.
He listened to your heart and breathed in your delicious scent. Holding you impossibly close and if he would've had a tail it'd be wagging like crazy. The joy you made him feel was hard to contain and if he could he'd burrow deep inside your chest cavity and live there.
That's the impression you got of him and you loved him for it.
You were massaging his head and he was absentmindedly nipping at your skin as you heard something weird. Before you even processed the sound his head was already up and body strung tight, like a predator watching his prey, except there was nothing there? The next moment a slit appears where he was looking and your eyes widen.
Howling winds and chaotic lights engulf the room as he grabs his axe and you're already nearly out the door. Dark beings come in and he screams at you to run. And you do, legs moving of their own accord, sweat collects at your forehead and you already hear the wolves coming your way, but something grabs your arm and you hear leman scream your name and you turn around. You barely make out his frame running towards you, nor the wolves coming from the other side of the hall, as pain so unfathomable engulfs you that you're unsure whether you even made any sounds at all as the warp consumed you in a burning, ruthless fire.
And just like that, the warmest flame to ever burn, to keep the wolves themselves warm even through the most merciless tundras, was consumed by a flame made of nothing but pure unfiltered horror.
He watched it all happens, every second of your demise like in slow motion. How nobody was fast enough to get to you. How this monster managed to slip past him to get to you.
It wasn't a part of him that died that day, it was his very core that was destroyed, now nothing but an empty husk remains. Like an izba with no pechka, a house stuck in a forever snowstorm with nothing to warm it up. It just stands there and witholds the cold, devoid of anybody left inside to protect.
Rogal Dorn
A hard to love man, complex in his own simplistic ways, and yet you matched. A genius to his own, somebody who understood him and showed unwavering support, somebody who held him when he didn't even know himself he needed it, somebody who helped clean his wounds, who never judged, who caressed him like he cared.
He appreciated you for way more than just your presence, he loved you for your soul, for your character and wit. He loved you for never lying to him, for being brutally honest even if you thought it might be painful to hear.
You built a connection so dear to him, just the thought of ever losing you would distress him significantly. It would bring his mind to shambles and his fingers would start twitching involuntarily. So he did the one thing he could, and that was to make sure you were safe. To make sure that his walls were impenetrable, that your soul would forever be kept safe for him to return to after a battle. It was no longer a dead man's embrace he sought out, it was yours.
Time was the most important resource and today he's decided to grant you his full attention. You were in your own chambers reading, when he came in and smiled ever so slightly, asking you about what your book. You smiled back and made place for him so you could talk about it, while referencing passages.
Time always flew by when the two of you were together, and he kept his head between your thighs, listening to your voice, content to just lay there with his hands crossed over his stomach. You were taking a pause from talking when he calmly mentioned that it was time for him to return to his chambers and you leaned down and kissed his forehead and caressed his hardened face as you whispered you'd accompany him there. You two stood up and you stretched and he looked at you adoringly before you made your way towards his chambers.
He told you about his past few days and held your hand lovingly as he explained his plans to talk to you again in a few days time, that he'd update you on a current project that should be finished by then.
You open the door for him and turn to ask him to lean down for a kiss, just as a shot rings out and suddenly you're on the floor with a hand to your chest as blood flows out your mouth.
Rogals brain short circuits, an impossible amount of possible miscalculations run through his head as he looks back into his own chambers to make out a dark figure with a rifle now aimed at him simply stand there. Like they didn't just do the unfathomable.
He doesn't even bother to close the door as he quickly cradles your wheezing, choking on blood, form. Without hesitation hes running towards the medical chambers as quick he can. And although he's not out of breath, his breaths are coming out shallow and unstable.
He has half a mind to send the closest fist towards his chamber as his brain picks up on your weaker and weaker noises and how your hand that was clutching his cloth loses grip. For a moment his brain is too petrified of looking down, but he still does, and he sees the terror in your eyes, he hears the horror you're experiencing, the way you know that you're dying, with your body desperate for air, yet being incapable of taking in anything other than blood. Your wide eyes stare up at him and your mouth tries to form his name and he's at the apothecary's room and you're up and out of his blood covered arms and minutes later comes the report that you died.
That they've tried everything they could, that a wound like that was unhealable.
And he just sat there and the fists came back and informed him that the intruder has been dealt with and they're investigating how he managed to break in in the first place. Rogal already has calculated 59 immensely unlikely, damn near impossible ways but ways nonetheless.
Now he just sits there. And he continues sitting and when they come for him to remind him of his duties he stands and goes to his chambers, takes the glove and turns unreachable for a long time after.
Your eyes will forever haunt him, and he will never be soft or smile again. For he doesn't deserve kindness or warmth. Once again he's failed, once again he deserves to be flayed.
The only embrace he'll ever allow himself to feel again is that of the glove, for it's the only punishment enough.
Konrad Cute
He likes to tell himself it was inevitable. He knew it would happen, he just didn't know how. Too many ways, too many possible instances, too many chances. Your relationship was never stable, it would have never been stable. Doomed from the start, he'd murmur to himself.
And in a sense he was right, but on the other hand he never truly tried enough to prevent it.
He was perverse in that way. Loved you viscously, deeply even, possessively and obsessively. Yet when it finally came to it, he let you go like sand through fingers.
It was expectable, his son's got their hands on you, and he heard your screams, he heard you beg and his entire being was screaming at him to run and help you, and he did, he murdered them. They're morsel at his feet, but you're weak, you're not made to last, never were. Your bones were broken, parts of you skinned, cuts littered your body and the smell of blood was overwhelming. His body made him feel nauseous at the sight, his hearts...hurt? There was pressure on them he couldn't explain, and his eyes were teary and you sobbed and you cried. And he couldn't bring it over, he couldn't do it. So many times before he's taken life's, why, just why must you be so different. He couldn't even end your suffering. He couldn't make you stop crying, no matter the approach he took. He couldn't coo you to stop, he couldn't command you to stop and snarks wouldn't work either. Just...why wouldn't you stop crying. Please stop crying. And he took you and brought you into his chamber. He brushed your hair back and watched you writhe and cry and moan, unable to move even an inch without immesuarable pain befalling you.
And he just sat, and watched. An outsider would think, in awe, but truly it was horror that befell him and left his eyes wide and jaw open.
He sat and watched you writhe towards your ultimate demise and he didn't do anything to help. At one point you simply fell to your side and lost all energy to cry. You gave up and your ever so beautiful eyes looked up at him and oh...no blade was sharper than the gaze you looked at him with. You fell in love with a flawed man, a man not man enough to care for what he loves. A man who didn't get to be a child. A man who never understood what love means. An oh so flawed man. And he watched your eyes until the life left them, and he continued watching them for a while longer. And truly, he never moved your body. And he just couldn't for the life of him explain why there were tears falling down his face, and just how even in your death you never looked at him with disgust or hatred.
Sanguinis
He didn't see it coming. He truly, truly didn't see it coming. And it couldn't have been anything but the grandest punishment anybody or anything could've ever forced upon him. A disgusting twist of faith. Something that truly was never ever supposed to happen.
He didn't know just how much had to go wrong in such a short instance of time in order for this to be his ultimate fate, but it was an impeccable amount of things.
You and him have been a thing for a while now, a very, very popular couple. He chose you the moment he saw you, he knew you would come to him and he knew you would stand by his side. You were the one and only for him and he, god damn, he knew it.
What were his visions good for if they were false. If they fail to predict such an impossibly ruinous moment.
He thought he saw your future together, how many more years time you two still had with one another. And yet, none of it will ever come to fruition.
You were born and raised a noble, and you never even had it out for him. You genuinely enjoyed his presence, you enjoyed conversing with him. You adored his gentle way, his honest kindness and understanding. You knew he was a beautiful soul, a great person, a fantastic friend and primarch to all. Your relationship started as genuine friendship. You were goofy and easy going, with a kindness to match his own. He felt like he could be true with you, like he could let go of all his burdens and responsibilities. Conversation always flowed like the cleanest river between the two of you. Laughs came easy and were never forced. You smiled at him not because he was The Great Angel, but because he was Sanguinius. You talked to him not for status but because you enjoyed it. And he loved that. He adored and sought you out, and slowly but surely your friendship turned to more. He confessed and took you with him and you easily followed. You trusted him easily and in return he promised to never betray that trust. He called you his beacon of hope and you called him your precious little angel, even if nothing about him was little. And you cradled him and you sang to him and you took care of him. You curled his hair and the kiss to his nose he received from you before you parted ways easily turned into his favorite part of any day.
And now, you held each other's hands. Both of you adorned in beautiful bright red colors with gorgeous golden accents, and your eyes had gold applied around them and he was enamoured by your beauty. His hearts skipped beats as the two of you stood facing one another, easily zoning out the entire wide audience of your wedding. Both of you held smiles so bright one might think it was them lighting the stage, and not anything else.
The ceremony was coming to a climax and just before the priest called on the emperor to protect your bond, and Sanguinius could come to one knee to claim you as wed, a shot rang out and all hell broke lose.
Everything parted into on one side clueless panic and on the other very precise collected action. Any and all blood Angels present immediately went from happily standing and watching the ceremony unfold or guarding the place, to a ruthless kind of formatting. The man that shot was immediately brought to his knees. A simple shot from the first few rows. A jealous, disgusting act by an unworthy human.
But it was a precise shot and it hit your neck clean.
And for just a few moments Sanguinius sees red, and he falls to his knees as your eyes widen in slow motion and he grabs your body before you can fall and he holds you as apothecaries immediately run to your aid.
He doesn't understand. He saw you two being happy together, he saw the many conversations you two were yet to have, he was supposed to die first. You were meant to live.
He doesn't understand. And his hands are shaking and his breaths are coming quick and he looks so scared and lost, and everybody's determined and internally panicking and the damn civilians won't stop crying. And your family is right there, and your mother is screaming and his brothers are somewhere in the mix, he can hear guilliman screaming commands and the first tear drops down his cheek and his gaze seeks you out, being carried away, and for just a single second he catches the lifeless glint of your eyes and his hearts constrict like a vice. He chokes and covers his face with his hands.
Nothing about this makes sense and he prays, begs, for all of this to be a stupid, awful dream.
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That was part one, bear with me and I'll write part two with the other half of the primarchs <3
Sry for any mistakes it's 1:30 in the morning and I've been at it for a while 🥲
I had so many funny typos tho and honestly I only realized my autocorrect turned cuze into cute when adding the tags to make sure I didn't forget anyone but that's so funny I needed to keep it in
Other typos included but were not limited to:
"you nurgle him softly"
"Rogal's Dorn short circuits"
And every single time I wrote shot it autocorrected to shit, so I'm very, very sorry if I missed one 💀
haiii :D can u write some headcanons for Crowe and Sol plizz ? :P
thanks !!! :)
Hello there! Of course and have a good day!
Sol and Crowe headcanons
(10 each)
Tags: SFW, child neglect (Sol)
Word count:1000
Solivan Brugmansia
✧ He LOVED glitter pens as a child (even now..)
He would color all day with them, made his parents but him every variant that existed on the market.
✧ Lovees carrots.
Cooked? Give it to him. Raw? Give it to him. As a side dish? Give it to him! It's a thing he has in common with horses…and rabbits.
✧ The key around his neck opens a cabinet door or some chest or any container
He definitely has a shrine for you.. pictures, maybe a little hair, used tissues, anything that reminds you of him. And since he doesn't want anyone to know, he keeps the key on his neck at all times.
✧ He learned cooking because his parents were neglectful
Oftentimes his parents didn't make anything for him, so he learned to cook in his early teens. He also got a lot of nutrition from it (that's another reason why he has a sleeper build)
✧ Just like Crowe, he loves you no matter what you look like
With other people however he doesn't give a single damn what they look like or what they are doing, all he cares about is you only.
✧ He would love to have you as his muse
Every day you would be posed up differently as he sketches you. And while he'd look indifferent, don't be fooled, he is just concentrating. Inside he is actually going insane from happiness. (Especially if you offered to)
✧ He sometimes likes to be around Hyugo (now I'm not that clear on their relationship so please correct me if I'm wrong)
Of course their friendship is complicated, but I feel like such a lonely man would once in a while appreciate the presence lf someone so bubbly, even if he acts annoyed.
✧ Studies various ways to kill
I am telling you as soon as he learned about you and Crowe being close he went online and searched things like “most vital organs and how to penetrate them” and stuff like that. Or maybe he already knew?..
✧ Researches EVERYTHING
That man surfes the web 24/7 or taking out books from the library, it doesn't matter but once he intends on finding something out he WILL find out, thoroughly.
✧ Would watch cartoons with you
This one's vibe is in contrast to the previous headcannons but he would definitely sit down and watch like..my little pony with you if you asked him. He would act annoyed at first but then you'd see him actually locked in.
Jericho "Crowe" Ichabod
✧ He was a very disorganized child.
He was very messy, kept tearing and losing his papers in school, never had a pen, got food all over his stuff etc. This all lasted until his mother kept scolding him, now he keeps everything neat and tidy. He is literally the most organized man you'll ever meet.
✧ No matter how you look like, what you're style is Crowe (and Sol) loves you (though I think this is canon anyway)
Well both of them do but now I'm focusing on Crowe so, he absolutely ADORES you. It's your vibe that attracts him. He loves your outfits wherever you basic, alt, elegant, anything. Of course if you want to change it then he understands, although it would take him time to get used to your new style. But he would support you and maybe but clothes for you sometimes!
✧ His hair is his favorite part of his body
He takes very good care of it. He has a long, tedious routine but it's so worth it. He uses shampoo, detox shampoo, conditioner, and probably more. It's always healthy and shiny, but whenever it's even slightly oily his whole day is ruined.
✧ Just like with you he doesn't judge anyone's style
Unlike Sol who doesn't care, I think Crowe is the type of man to be fascinated by different styles. If someone has a very messy look or has poor hygiene then he gets concerned but other than that he isn't someone to judge people for appearances and think those who do judge are shallow minded.
With that being said you are the most gorgeous person for him.
✧ Loves cats so much!
He wants to get married to you and have like 5 different cats, he honestly wants them more then he wants children. Also if you guys remember in the very first version of the demo he had a cat for his profile picture.
✧ He has a saviour complex.
You can't tell me that his way of coping isn't saving or helping people. He helped like all of his friends, Jess, Brittney, Deryl and Geo. I think it's stated multiple times too that he keeps "saving people".
✧ He doesn't accept help easily
It takes so much time to actually spoil that man. He doesn't like it when people take care of him as it is very foreign to him. I feel like whether his parents were good or bad they didn't shower him with hugs and kisses. One way or another they wanted to make him be independent and manly.
Eventually he will let you take care of him, but even then he feels guilty. You could make the man ramen noodles in 5 minutes he would feel like you're “breaking your back for him”.
✧ If you're a writer he is enthusiastic about it
If you write something he always reads it. He loves literature so if you're a writer that gives him the opportunity to ask you a thousand questions about it.
I also feel like he would love to co write with you or send letters to you.
✧ Definitely a hopeless romantic
Definitely read mushy novels as a teen, I feel like he either got bullied for it or teased as we can see in the game he has a fear of you judging him. (When he goes to your apartment)
Also when he was a young teen 12-13 he though love was all holding hands, being silly and running away with each other like in movies. Sadly he was very disappointed after his first relationship. (Go make him feel loved!)
✧ He knew from the moment he saw you
I know this sounds cheesy.
Unlike Sol, he wasn't really waiting for you specifically. But don't let that bring you down! You're still everything in his eyes. As soon as he saw you he felt like he discovered a new galaxy. To this day and probably forever, he will always find you interesting.
What if reader meets real Avery (wether irl or via socialmedia), then becomes close to him? What do u think will the fake Avery's reaction be?
Had to ponder,, eventually cobbled this together
Friend privilege coming through here,, it is easier than constantly typing "fake Avery" so yeh Favery it is :P
(Full spoilers for dawtde/also just a long read)
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- Right off the bat,, the chances of getting in touch with Avery would be very slim
- He is without a doubt distraught with what happened and probably won't be touching Minecraft at all for a long time
- The only way you can contact him would be through his YouTube channel,, specifically the comment section
- Likely comment would be a cry for help on your part,, unsure of what to do about the thing in your world
- Who better to contact than the actual guy the entity is mimicking?
- You're not exactly commenting expecting a response right away or even at all,, Avery shouldn't have to worry himself with your problem he should be focusing on getting better
- It's not like the fake is actually hurting you,, right?
- Avery's response would be skeptical,, the king is gone so how could the fake him,, which is by all means an extension of the king's power,, be in your world?
- If we go with the idea that you posted videos of the fake on your channel,, there is some believability but it still irks him
- What if you're just some jerk on the Internet messing with him? You really don't need to twist the knife any further,, Avery still feels like he's hurting from the events of New Year's Eve
- It also feels a little insulting
- Derek died to defeat the king and you're telling him that a part of the king still exists? That his death didn't finish the job? That his sacrifice meant nothing?
- A chance is all you ask of him,, a chance to prove that what you're experiencing is real
- Eventually,, Avery gets a hold of your contact and joins your world
- This will just be a waste of time,, something he can leave whenever he wants and be mad about to distract himself from the emptiness he feels
- Yet the second he spawns in,, it doesn't feel right
- Could just be the general unease he feels towards Minecraft now,, but it's uncomfortably familiar
- You meet him at spawn before leading him to where your base and Fake Ave—where your base and Favery are
- The first thing Avery felt was dread upon seeing his doppelgänger
<You> So do you believe me now?
<You> Or do you still need convincing?
<You> Idk what else I can do to prove that this is real
<TheMostMayo> wow
<TheMostMayo> did you get a cloning mod or something?
- Avery's first response is that of anger,, not at you but at the thing walking around him
<TheMostMayo> you just couldn't get enough of me could you lol
<TheMostMayo> wtf
<TheMostMayo> ?
- Avery backs away from the thing mimicking his very being
<TheMostMayo> don't play dumb with me
<TheMostMayo> I am not "playing" dumb
<TheMostMayo> I am dumb in this situation
<TheMostMayo> why the fuck are you still alive?
<TheMostMayo> the king is dead
<TheMostMayo> you shouldn't even EXIST right now
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<TheMostMayo> I don't know what you're talking about.
- Not wanting to start a fight and possibly provoke whatever hidden power was in Favery under that façade,, you interfered and just killed it
TheMostMayo was slain by You
- Death wasn't permanent for Favery as it was for any other player—or player-like entity,, so it wasn't a big deal
<You> Log off
<You> We can talk more but we aren't doing it here
<You> This can wait until some other time
- In case he wouldn't listen,, you also kicked him from the server before he could type anything in response
- You log off yourself,, ignoring the way Favery finally returned to you as you opened your pause menu
- What followed was a very rough series of texts which soon turned into phone calls
- You apologized to him as you never meant to provoke him,, merely prove your claim
- What you didn't account for was that Avery would have reacted that strongly
- Having unintentionally poked the bear,, you were now on the end of a long,, angered rant that soon turned into sobs
- Avery hasn't had time to fully recover,, who could he even tell? Life kept going and it was pulling him with it even if all he wanted to do was dig his heels into the ground and stay in New Year's,, stay in the moments before Derek's sacrifice and just stay in the moments he had with Derek
- The moment he heard fireworks that night,, bright colorful lights flashed through a crack in his curtains,, illuminating his room briefly and highlighting his screen which read that he had been kicked from the world after Derek pushed him off the edge
- The world was gone. The king was dead. Derek was dead.
- Avery could've done more,, couldn't he? He could've found a way to defeat the king without sacrificing Derek or himself. Only the true evil would've died that night and Avery would've started the year with the person he spent hours looking for.
- Yet that was never going to be possible. Derek's solution was the only one. Avery was going to die and cause the demise of millions if he stayed for any longer or stopped Derek.
- So,, why?
- Why does a version of himself mocking the innocence he once had have to be all that's left?
- You don't know what to do,, or if you can do anything for Avery to help him
- You weren't there that night so you don't know what it felt like to lose someone under those circumstances
- All that ties you two together is Favery,, he may not have interacted with it,, but it's a remnant of the king's power
- The most you can do for him is just be there and talk with him about it as it wouldn't be any good for him to keep quiet about it
- You can do that,, can't you? Be stability for a person going through grief? Because you're definitely a solid candidate for a role like that.
- After what happened on your world,, you started to regularly check up on him. Texting him to ask how he's doing,, trying to make small talk,, and just hoping he doesn't shut you down.
- You made him feel bad,, and the least you can do is make him feel better. Things don't need to get complicated. Avery can just take the help you're offering.
- Sometimes you feel like he can tell you think it's an obligation to talk to him. It's not that you don't feel bad,, it's just that you're bad at showing it and have never been in a situation like this.
- You want to be there for him. It's hard feeling like it's You who's there and not the online advice you had been using.
- One of your attempts at small talk led to something good. Finally.
- An offhand mention of an event happening in your city,, one too specific to be anywhere else
- There just happened to be the same event going on in Avery's city as well
- Turns out you two were closer (at least physically) than you thought
- You offered to go to it with him,, meet in person and just…hang out?
- Honestly,, you weren't expecting him to agree at all but now you were set to go to one of your city's events that you ignored and despised for how bad it made traffic
- To say you felt nervous would be an understatement,, you're just an antisocial little freak who sits and plays Minecraft all day,, the outside is like a foreign world let alone the noise from the people around you as you stood off to the side of the crowd. Honestly,, you were hoping you would just get ghosted so you could go home and feel stupid for the rest of the day.
- But that didn't happen. Avery was running late and was searching the crowd when he finally spotted you. You were wearing the exact outfit you said you'd wear.
- Actually talking with Avery face to face was…interesting. Of course,, you couldn't just step to the side every couple seconds to look up something on your phone so it had to be purely you. …Is it just you or is the crowd getting louder? Like,, too loud. You can barely hear your own thoughts! Sweat. Sweat is just drenching your clothes right now. Are you actually starting to feel queasy? Dude,, it's going to be so embarrassing if you throw up in public right now—so,, like,, don't. Okay?
- Noticing your obvious anxiety and lack of a response to what he said,, Avery took your hand and took you both away from the event. Honestly,, he wasn't really feeling up for being there anyway.
"Are you okay?"
- As things got quieter,, you felt like you could finally breathe easier
"Uh…yeah. I'm fine."
"That's good."
- Despite the fact that this was your idea,, you couldn't be less prepared for this. This was a bad idea,, wasn't it? Would much have really changed if you just texted?
"Y'know, I actually know this diner not too far from here. It has some good food if you're feeling hungry."
- Or maybe it was worth it. Food does sound nice.
- The city felt easier to navigate,, mainly because all those who would be out and about were occupied with the event and were over there. It's nice. The serenity and walking with someone rather than being accompanied by your thoughts.
- The two of you finally got to the diner and sat down. Looking at the menu,, it was pretty standard but you found something to order,, so all was well. Avery certainly found himself something,, something that he seemed to order often.
- As soon as you two got your food,, you were a lot hungrier than you initially thought. Avery was right,, the food here is good. Either that,, or you're just hungry so anything you eat is like the best thing you've ever had. Glancing up at Avery,, you saw that he dug into his food with no hesitation. Shamelessly,, even.
- Sauce was getting on his face. It was almost comedic just how much. It was getting bad and you were staring. How wasn't he feeling it? Did he order extra sauce or was it just like that? You had to say something to stop this madness.
- Except you didn't say anything,, you just motioned with a hand and hoped he would get the message
"Do I have something on my face? Is it…here?"
- He got a napkin and proceeded to wipe the wrong side of his mouth. You shook your head and motioned a little higher.
"Here?"
- Again,, wrong spot. Were you going to have to do it yourself?
"Right…you meant here."
- Wrong spot,, except Avery was smiling. Oh,, he was doing this on purpose. The realization actually got a light chuckle out of you.
- Maybe leaving the house was worth it.
- After that successful hangout,, you actually found yourself wanting to do it more often. Your eyes,, back and hands maybe getting carpal tunnel could certainly use a break from gaming. It wasn't even because of your initial goal to make Avery happy,, you just liked being with him. You think he does too.
- It got to a point where it felt like Minecraft wasn't the reason why you two met. Favery rarely came up and you honestly didn't want to talk about it. Couldn't you handle it another day? Don't let it ruin the moment,, dude. Avery did have his worries about Favery hurting you,, but it felt good to ignore it. You said yourself that it wasn't anything harmful,, and he'll trust your word.
- Favery has been counting the hours since you left,, you know? It knows that the usual time between your log ins were so you could eat,, sleep,, do whatever it is you do to ensure that you still have a roof over your head,, typical things. Yet it seemed you were taking a much bigger break than usual. It knows the device it's on isn't out of power. How would it know that if it's just in your Minecraft world? Well…it likes to try and step out of Minecraft sometimes when you're gone. Just one look around and then going back before you return,, that's what Favery allowed for itself.
- With your long absence,, it has been getting bolder and exploring your device often. Poking around in anything that may have more telling information about you,, so it can get to know you better since you refuse to share anything. It's not harmful if Favery just wants to be a better friend to you. Maybe you weren't satisfied with your conversations and were off gaining a new interest,, one that it wanted to be prepared for. So as it looked at your social media,, it was surprised to see that you had been very,, very active in texting that Avery guy. Not it,, but him. And here it was thinking that you had no friends.
- The fact that you hadn't been playing Minecraft in favor of spending time with Avery really made it upset. What did he have that it didn't? It was created to be (mostly) the same person! You'll be just as happy with it. The only difference is where they stand,, Avery in the physical world and Favery in the digital one. Oh,, so that's where it failed.
- Favery knows that it will be impossible for it to leave and become physical. The king failed in doing that and with Avery at your side,, it will fail too if it tries the same. Well,, then what can it do? That's what it wondered about,, how to keep you and it together without Avery's interference or better yet,, how to get rid of him. Harming you was something it didn't want to do,, but if that's what it took,, then so be it.
- With the games that you did play with Avery online,, something weird had been happening mostly on your end. Messages and images only visible to you had been appearing,, illegible and abstract. Avery was confused and thought you were experiencing a weird glitch. This wasn't Minecraft,, so Favery wasn't thought of as being involved at all. Soon,, any time you were online and tried to play you would cause entire servers to crash or be stuck on a loading screen. Your internet was fine and you were sure that your device was clean—oh,, this was Favery's doing,, wasn't it?
- Going off of a hunch,, you logged onto Minecraft and sure enough,, it ran just fine. Opening the world that Favery was in,, things looked pretty different as this was not your spawn point or where you last where when you logged off. You were in a black void,, at least it looked like that. There were walls,, but it was hard to tell with no lights. Your inventory had been emptied as well,, leaving you with no way to break out (unless you wanted to punch through blocks with your bare fist for minutes on end with no clear direction) or make torches.
<You> What did you do?
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<You> Answer me
<You> What are you doing to my games?
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<You> Is this because I haven't been on?
<You> Really?
<You> I was going to come back eventually
<You> I just have something called a "life" that takes up my time
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- Yeah,, you weren't getting an answer from it
- Walking around was difficult as you weren't sure where you were going. The most you had to go off of was where walls were after running into them. A hallway was what you seemed to be in. It was then that you reached the end and saw something in your peripheral vision to the left—
- Yellow gates was what you saw
- Yeah,, no,, you were not doing this. You opened your pause menu only to find that your damn quit button gone. You tried to manually shut down your device but to no avail.
<You> Whatever you're trying to pull here
<You> I am NOT going to fall for it
- In defiance,, you turned your avatar around to not face the gates. For extra measure you tried to walk back into the hallway only for it to be blocked off,, or you just lost it in the sea of void-black blocks. You put yourself facing a corner and prepared to wait this out. Favery wouldn't actually do this,, it would fold and then you would settle this.
- It's been an hour now. You were on your phone giving Avery updates and discouraged him from joining you as you didn't want to put him back in this situation. Technically you would be safe if you didn't go through the gates,, and you had stepped away from your screen,, checking every couple minutes but making sure to keep a distance until something happened.
- One of your checks led to you hearing a loud noise,, one loud enough to be heard from your headphones you put down. Sitting back down,, you looked around to see what caused the noise only to see that the gates got closer. Turning back around,, you refused to give in.
- The cycle repeated until the gates were right behind you. You weren't going to face them.
- It was then that you were punched in game
<TheMostMayo> BOO!!!
- You turned and Favery was there.
<TheMostMayo> scared you didn't I? :P
<You> What are you doing?
<TheMostMayo> I would have scared you earlier
<TheMostMayo> but you just didn't walk up to the gates
<You> Because I know what could happen
<TheMostMayo> there's nothing behind here
<TheMostMayo> except for me so you would have been fine really
- You were getting tired of this as Favery clearly knew about the king if it made these gates to try and scare you. Just as you went to text Avery to tell him that maybe you two should start figuring out a way to get rid of Favery,, something appeared on your screen
- All of your apps that you had Avery on,, and the recycle bin
<TheMostMayo> you have a really nice device
<TheMostMayo> mostly because of me
<TheMostMayo> I made sure that every time you played with me that everything ran smoothly
<TheMostMayo> all the junk that could've ruined it was deleted by me
- The apps got closer to the recycle bin but you were stuck in Minecraft
<TheMostMayo> and now that you're playing with me again
<TheMostMayo> I have to get rid of more junk
- You tried to call its bluff
<You> I'm texting Avery on my phone
<You> Do you think this will do anything?
<TheMostMayo> the phone that you sometimes charge using this device?
<TheMostMayo> the phone that has a little bit of me in it?
<TheMostMayo> the phone I could easily move into so I can be with you wherever you go?
<TheMostMayo> do you think that will do anything? :)
- You were screwed. You needed this device,, and you needed your phone. It would take forever to replace them,, so you couldn't just get rid of either. You didn't live close to Avery so a way to contact him long distance was needed. He was your friend,, basically all you had going for yourself. You needed to bargain.
<You> I will play with you more often
<You> Just don't mess with either of my devices
<You> I will make time for you
<You> Please
<You> I am sorry
- Your apps were deselected
<TheMostMayo> glad we could come to an agreement
- Favery jumped in what you supposed was celebration
<TheMostMayo> you scared me for a moment!
<TheMostMayo> I thought I was really going to have to do that
<TheMostMayo> I could
<TheMostMayo> but I'd rather not :P
<TheMostMayo> so follow your end of the deal and I won't k?
<TheMostMayo> you look nice btw keep your cam uncovered more
- And so,, mandatory Favery time was now a part of your daily life. You had to keep Minecraft running so now it was privy to whatever you were up to now.
- While it allowed you to keep in contact with Avery,, it definitely made itself known when you did. It comments on your conversations and watches when you play with him. Minecraft is available to be played,, though Favery must be included. Avery still harbors a lot of negative feelings towards it but both of you ganging up on it helps just a bit.
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Kinda shifted into an x reader for actual Avery,, but I simply had to write as much as I did to explore what a relationship (which doesn't have to be seen as just romantic) between them would be like as well as adding some characterization to "You" that I have been kinda pushing for in my previous writings. Confident behind the screen but the embodiment of this image on the streets vv
- Socially anxious reader is what I'm getting at
And now to glaze myself while telling you meaningless details
- The typing styles on Minecraft are distinct for reader and the Avery's. Reader is the only one who consistently starts their chat messages with capital letters. The Avery's are based off how they type in sfawtde/dawtde with all lowercase.
- Favery actually has a distinct typing quirk in dawtde. Whenever typing a capital "i" it is always in bold and I wanted to show that along with bolding every mention of it. Subtle,, but still something I found interesting enough to include.
Thank you 7 for beta-reading and falling for my Fake Avery propaganda <3
Ooh can u write smth abt kryptonian reader n marks variants? Would luv to read in more detail abt their fascination w them especially since imo, kryptonians r wayy better the viltrumites lol <3
Holy crap, this has been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG. Finally, it's out!
I LOVE the mark variants! I so desperately need the show to add more of them cause the comic doesn't have anything! I need to know more about the universes they came from. We get Mohawks, which makes me happy since he is my favorite, but I wanna know about all of them!
It makes it hard to talk about all of them, since we have so little to go on, but I have done more with less. That does mean a lot of these are gonna be HEAVILY based on my headcanons, so be warned.
WARNING: COMIC SPOILERS! Not many, but a warning for the variants' fates. And quite a bit of NSFW, so like the other parts, MDNI.
Also, you're so right about Kryptonians just being better, especially in this universe, since the only thing that could stop them is a Red sun. Which could technically make them weaker, but with the extra powers if they had a 1 vs 1 fight, a Kryptonian would win.
This is all based off of my Kryptonian Reader rambles: Part 1 & Part 2
For the sake of my sanity, we'll break this up a bit, cause I want to talk about as many as possible.
For group one, these are the Marks that appear in that one panel showing all 16 variants that we don't get much time with. There are a few other Marks in the comics outside of these guys, but I'm already working with so little here that coming up with stuff for them would be too much.
There are also some different Marks in the show, but again, we get so little of them that even I can't work with that.
Goggles Mark - Out of everyone, this guy is one of the ones with the most info. This was the guy who went after Teen Team (the one with the big ass forehead). So, bro clearly knew how Rex's power works meaning he probably had a similar backstory to Main Mark.
A big thing with this man (and a lot of these Marks) is that he's cocky! Bro thinks he's the hottest shit ever to exist, which plays a lot into how he treats you.
He was watching the footage of you and was slightly impressed, but he was confident he could take you down. But then you ran into him during the war, without your Mark, and easily handed him his ass. He didn't even see you coming. One second, he was threatening Teen Team; the next, he was being shoved to the ground.
He blinked and saw your pissed-off face staring at him while you held him down, and it awakened something in him. In that moment, he became a bottom. That confidence GONE, his face red hot, his boner clear as day.
Everyone else there had to look away. It felt like they were interrupting a private moment between the two of you. While you're trying to ignore it since this man almost killed your friends. He keeps moaning every time you press down harder, and it's grossing you out.
I'm not sure why I decided he was the biggest bottom out of this group. I think something about him made me want to knock him down a peg. Just watching Rex completely turn the table on this guy was the main inspiration.
Cap / Bald Mark - This was the guy in the show that Oliver mistook for his Mark. Again, another very arrogant Mark. And again, another Mark who is going to be fighting one second, kissing the pavement the next.
Unlike the previous, he takes it as a challenge. He's one of the Marks who seeks out strong foes to fight so he can feel cool. So, taking you down would be cool, but keeping you since you're so strong would be even better.
He forgets about the other heroes and focuses solely on taking you down, all with a giant smile on his face. You can't see his eyes, but you can assume he has crazy eyes going on underneath the bald cap.
Wolf Cut Mark - A comic exclusive character, who was killed by a guy who can make anything out of Darkness. We know so little about this man; however, he does a wolf cut, which tells me he's a little alt.
Maybe this is just a me thing, but I've only ever seen guys with wolf cuts if they lean alt. So out of all the Marks, he's the one who's most into your appearance, especially your casual outfits. He doesn't want you to talk or do anything. He just needs to look at you, and that's enough for him. Honestly, anything else would probably piss him off since you're not the alt badass he thought you were.
He would never get the chance, but he feels like the type of guy who would jack off to an image of you while fantasizing about being a switch, because he wants to top, but bottom would be fine if it were you.
Mustache Mark - One of the two Marks who is wearing his home world's color scheme. In the show, he's killed by Tech Jacket, and in the comics, he's killed by a female superhero called Ultra. With the uniform he's wearing, it's clear he was once known as Invincible since he's got the symbol, but he also sided with the Viltrumites cause of the mustache.
So I think that he held Nolan and Viltrum in high regard while growing up on Earth, before joining his Dad to join the Empire. So, he's gonna have the mentality that everyone who's not a Viltrumite is weak.
Meaning that he probably sees you as lesser. He has too much pride in being a Viltrumite that he can't acknowledge you as anything more than a pet, as Nolan did with Debbie.
I imagine you would meet on the battlefield while you were trying to help some civilians. He strides over, knowing how your powers work from Angstrom, thinking he would be able to outmaneuver you and win. He would drag you to his home and somehow figure out how to make stronger Viltrumites with the combination of both of your DNA. And he was VERY wrong.
You were able to stop him without breaking a sweat, and he's having a meltdown. He's kicking and screaming, still trying to fight cause he refuses to lose to you. You leave to help others, since the heroes assure you they have it, and that only makes him angrier. With the little life he has left, he makes it his mission to take you down.
He tries to chase after you, but the other supers stop and kill him.
Bulletproof Mark - This is the guy who was wearing the first costume Mark tried on that Bulletproof ended up wearing.
Side note, Bulletproof has a weird obsession with Mark and trying to be him. Maybe I'll write about it later. But anytime Mark leaves the planet, that man is trying jump your bones like he does with Eve in the comics.
Anyways, back on topic. Not much to say about this guy since we don't know much. The only information I'm really getting from him is that he's a bit of a people-pleaser, or just really doesn't give a shit, since he probably didn't like the design of the suit. However, he didn't want to tell Art, so he agreed to the suit, or he just didn't care enough and agreed so he could leave.
He's also one of the weaker variants, since he got killed by the ReAnimen. Bro zipped right on into the GDA, which makes me feel like he's very overconfident. So, maybe he's just lazy and confident. He may have gotten his powers early, so he felt like he didn't need to train.
Bro would probably feel (like many of the Marks) entitled to you. I see things going very similar to Mustache Mark, with him trying to fight you one-on-one and getting his butt handed to him. However, I feel like he would have a less severe meltdown. It would be a mix of Mustache and Goggles, with him being upset, but also a little turned on.
Tracksuit Mark - In the comics, his dude fought Tech Jacket (the guy who KILLED Mustache Mark), only to be killed by a hero named Witchblade.
Again, don't know much. However, looking at bros dialogue, he would get along with Sinister Mark since he was threatened to EAT Tech Jacket!
So you know this man is a freak. So imagine, he and one or two other Marks are fighting you cause he wouldn't be able to take you down alone. You're bloody from the fight, your knuckles are bleeding from constant punches. Then, by some miracle, he is able to grab your arm with both hands. Then he licks the blood off your knuckles.
You looked like you were going to puke after that, and somehow that makes him more into it.
Flaxan Mark - I feel like this version, after the first Flaxan invasion, followed the Flaxan through the portal and started ruling over them. Which means:
1) He was already a little evil before Nolan ever revealed his master plan, since Mark probably took over by doing what Nolan did to the Flaxan.
2) He doesn't really care about his family since he's wearing the Flaxan's armor. No way he went back home after going through that portal.
He took his first opportunity to be a dictator and took it. He's also probably the oldest variant, but that doesn't mean he's the wisest.
Another one on the list of overconfident Marks and another one on the weaker end (Bro might even be the weakest). He would try to punch you, only for his hand to bruise, and you're standing there completely fine.
He's so embarrassed, but also in pure awe of you. He goes from confident emperor to a stuttering nerd in seconds.
Long Hair Mark - Our last Mark in this group, who's again one we don't know much about. He was killed in the comics when Tech Jacket blew up his own suit, Rex style.
From the very little I'm working with here, he just gives off very vain vibes. I don't know why. He seems similar to Wolf Cut Mark, where he likes how you look and couldn't care less about your personality. You're pretty, and he's pretty. That's all he needs; you should be his.
Obviously, that doesn't happen since bro is on the weaker end of the power scale. The idea of this Mark evil monologuing to you, only for you to come in and beat the shit out of this man, just perfect. He didn't even get the chance to fight you. He's so bad at fighting you, it's honestly funny.
In group two, we have the Marks that got some screen time in the show, but we don't know what happened to them (probably dead, but who knows). A pretty short list, but I couldn't include them.
Shiesty / Hood Mark - This is one of the Marks whom you would have canonically fought in the Kryptonian Reader ramble, part one.
His design is definitely similar to the one Mark made himself, so I get the feeling that when he got these powers, they came to him fast. His natural talent went right to his head. I could also be looking too much into it, but the way he fought didn't seem like he knew much about combat. I think his powers were carrying him, and he's not really used to fighting people with the same power level as him.
All that to say, even though he's getting annoyed with how he's losing, he's enjoying the fight. A part of him is frustrated that he's losing, and he really wants to kick both of you into the pavement. However, he also likes the challenge. For the first time, he's getting trade blows with someone not weaker than him and not holding back.
When he first heard about you, he really didn't care. He thought you would be like everyone else and go down without much effort, yet you end up fighting, and he's struggling. And somehow he's having a good time.
He's 100% getting pissed that you keep turning your attention away from the fight to save people. He's having a good time getting to beat you up, then you have the nerve to not pay attention to him to save some random human. He would rip a civilian out of your hands to throw them across the city so you could focus on him. He's a big baby and wants your attention, cause all versions of Mark need attention.
I can see you punching him in the gut, causing him to slide back. His mask is flying in the air, letting you see his lips as he coughs out blood, only for him to smirk and lap it up with his tongue.
No Goggles Mark - I had to add this absolute nut case! So, he's pretty childish, being completely giddy while fighting the Guardians. I'm on board with the idea that he got his powers earlier, and it went right to his head.
Now, he would be the most excited to fight you. You rush into the Guardians' headquarters, and he throws Immortal across the room with the biggest smile. "Holy shit! It's you! I was hoping to run into you!" He sounds like a fan girl at first, then he punches you into a wall.
The only reason he's not a part of the group on day three is that Dark Wing got lucky. I'm convinced he's one of the strongest variants. Meaning, you're struggling in this fight, but you're holding your own, which he's hyped about.
I have a feeling he hasn't had a satisfying fight in a very long time, so fighting you is a breath of fresh air. If anyone else joins the fight, he's going throw them like a football in any random direction to focus again on you.
He also has to be so weird. He falls back after getting blasted in the face by your heat vision, and he laughs, "I wanna shoot you in the face with cum." Or you wiped away blood from your nose, and he gawks, "fuck, you're so cute covered in blood. You should come back to my dimension, and I'll cover you in something else."
He does want to drown you in baby batter. Bro would be a terrible lover. He would fuck you like a sex doll with no care for your pleasure.
Also, anytime you try to save one of the Guardians, he pouts like a child. He stomps his foot into the ground and puffs out his cheeks. "Why are you so focused on them! We're in the middle of something!"
If the Guardians help you take him down, he's going to be so mad. He's going to have a temper tantrum. Even though he's been beaten to a bloody pulp, he's going to grumble as you leave to help other heroes.
But if you manage to beat him all by yourself. He's upset that he lost; however, some of the blood that isn't bleeding out of him is going to his dick. He's going to be looking at you with dazed eyes as you fly away, hoping you'll come to play again.
Finally, the Marks who survive the war. We get to see some of their personalities, which are surprisingly different than the comics since Maskless seems to be fully added for TV. Like, I'm sorry, who the hell is this Mark with the kneecaps in the comics, and how did he survive? Did those kneecaps somehow protect him? (Also, sorry to the one kneecap Mark fan, he was not included.)
You also need to understand how much I need the show to add in the conversation all these guys have about how they ended up the way they are. In the comics, Mohawk said that they all talked about their past before Sinister got peckish. I'm on my hands and knees right now begging for more of these guys. Please, I need it!
Maskless Mark - Our yearning boy! Poor man misses his boyfriend so much!
Okay, this might be a little bit of an unpopular opinion, but I think this Mark is the reason his William is dead. I think either William got caught in one of Mark's fights and got hurt, or Mark didn't know his own strength.
I feel like this Mark was more naturally evil, and William was holding him back. However, the moment he was gone, Mark was ready to take over the plant. I think that's why he doesn't wear a mask, he never saw a need since he very quickly started his empire.
The fandom likes to see him as a soft boy, but he was taking glee in beating up the heroes. He's a little sadistic.
All of that to say, he's still missing William, and also enjoying expanding his empire. So, when he sees you and hears about you and Mark, he is kind of jealous of your Mark. Your Mark doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting you or you being hurt by getting caught in one of his fights.
The yandere part would come from seeing you as something to fill the hole in his heart. Not completely replace Will, but a partner that he can use to pretend that everything's fine and he's not grieving his boyfriend.
I can see him coming up to you, before you realize the war had started, pretending to be your Mark. The two of you hug, and a part of him feels better being in someone's arms again. In that moment, he convinces himself that he somehow takes you back to his dimension.
Then you realize that this guy isn't your Mark, and the fight starts. A part of him is sad that he has to fight you cause again, he wants you to fix his issues. But he is also having a good time fighting you. Bro can't stop the smirk growing on his face as the two of you trade blows. I feel like he really enjoys being able to go all-in in a fight.
At the end, before getting shoved through the portal, he's yearning for you more than just using you as a replacement for Will, but also as an equal in combat.
Empire / Target Mark - From the one line ee does get from this guy, I know he is the king of overconfident Marks. It takes a certain amount of audacity to say shit like that.
However, that's really all we get to see of his character. He did survive to the last day, which tells me that he's pretty strong and is at least a little smart not to get himself killed.
Unlike Maskless, if he found you before you knew what was going on, there is no way you would believe that's your Mark. He has the Viltrumite symbol and is just way too cocky. You would be throwing hands pretty quickly after meeting him.
He would be one of the ones who fight you and is having a blast the whole time. He gets to fight you without holding anything back, and it's so fun for him. However, he also doesn't wanna hurt you too much since you want to bring you back with him.
I feel like he's the type of guy to take trophies after a battle, and in his mind that would be you if given the chance. But, no way your Mark is letting that happen.
Also, I feel like he's part of the group making the grossest comments at you the whole time during his fight. If he ever manages to pin you down during his fight, he's grabbing your chest while making a honking sound. Before, he gets decked by your Mark because how dare this man touch you! This will not stand!
Viltrumite Mark - The better version of Mustache Mark /j. But, seriously, unlike Mustache, I feel like he's not the biggest fan of the Viltrum Empire.
I feel like he grew up at least for a bit on Earth. Then something happened with Debbie, or Nolan took over the planet before Mark got his powers. I like the second more, so we're going with that.
The planet was taking over sooner, so Mark grew up on Earth, but the Viltrumite version of it. Debbie would still be alive and influencing him somewhat by not making him fully follow the empire, as evidenced by him not growing a mustache. However, he still has some pride in his heritage, which is why he wears the uniform.
Anyway, a part of me wants to say that if you two fought, he would be mostly silent during it. However, seeing how he was yelling at Spawn in the comics, I don't think he could keep his mouth shut.
Maybe in the beginning, he's generally curious about you and your powers, so he tries to focus on the fight, keeping all his thoughts in his head. However, as you two fight more and more, he can't keep it inside.
One comment slips out, and now the floodgates are open. He is throwing out overconfident, dirty remakes, while you're confused as hell, since he was so composed a few minutes ago. What the hell happened?
Also, if our sweet, stupid Reader had seen him before they knew about the battle, he would have thought Mark had been brainwashed or something. They would tackle him with a hug, basically crying, telling him that they'll save him and get him back to his normal life.
At the same time, he's confused, but enjoying being wrapped in your massive arms.
Full Mask Mark - Another sad boy. He misses his mom so much, probably because he had something to do with her death, or he blames himself for what happened.
I saw someone online say that he probably covers his face after killing Debbie out of shame, which I feel like I agree with. We don't get anything about these characters, so we have to take as much as we can from their designs.
So, like Maskless, I feel he would use you to help with the loneliness he feels after Debbie's death.
However, he's not totally innocent in this. A part of him would want to take you to show that he could. He sees how strong you are, and something in him is just screaming that he's gotta conquer you (in more ways than one).
I just have a feeling that all Viltrumites have some attraction to power. So when they see something strong, they either have to kill it to prove that they're better or somehow grow to be more powerful.
And even though he would never admit it out loud. He's definitely feeling that with you. But he has some self-control, so he's not say weird shit to you when you fight.
Also, he's one of the variants that could trick you into thinking that he was your Mark. You would fall hook, line, and sinker while he gets to enjoy snuggling up against you.
Omni-Mark - One of the only serious variants. Seriously, him and Sinister are the only two I could see actually running an empire. The others are too childish.
Clearly, this man held Nolan in high regard looking at his costume. However, in the comic, he mentions how he killed his father. So... Giving mixed signals.
But both can be true at the same. An idea I had was that Nolan changed his mind about joining the empire after Mark was already on board. Then the two got into a fight, and Mark won. Mark felt bad about his father, so he changed his suit to honor him.
Also, in the comics, he was killed by a fucking yoyo? A YOYO? I'm glad the show changed that cause what do you mean this Mark was able to kill Nolan, but got strangled by a yoyo? I'm sorry, was Nolan even fucking trying in that fight?
Back on topic, before Angstrom explained who you were and your powers, I felt like this Mark wouldn't like you. I think he would believe that your Mark was rejected by Eve and started dating you to make himself feel better.
But then he learns about your powers, and he's more understanding of your Mark now. I don't think he would fall for you until you meet on the battlefield.
Only after his heart is racing from trying to take you down does he admit that you're pretty great. However, that's also the moment when he decides you must be his.
He is willing to fight tooth and nail for you. However, he's not verbalizing any of this. At some point during the fight, he starts attacking harder than before, and you have no idea what changed.
Externally, he's cool as a cucumber. But I feel like, internally, he's one of the variants who is the most lonely since Nolan and Debbie are both dead, and he has this pent-up anger against Eve. So internally, he's imagining your family together.
He's just a little delusional. Let him have this.
Prisoner Mark - He's the Mark besides Sinister I wanna know the most about. Why did he get put in prison? It's heavily implied in the comics that Nola put him in there, so why? What happened to his face and body? Viltrumites seem to be able to shake off some injuries without scars, so what must have happened to give Mark those?
So many questions that will never be answered, so much time to make some guesses! Nolan probably put him in there after he didn't agree to join the empire. The scars are probably from torture experiments in jail. Just like the other Marks, he has some form of empire, so maybe he brought together some species to rebel against Viltrum? Or maybe his deal had nothing to do an Empire and he just wanted out of prison.
All that to say, he's got some issues. Mainly, I feel like bro has terrible trust issues since his own father threw him in jail. So, he would probably be pretty wary of you. Again, if he did fight you, it would be to prove that he's stronger.
However, I love the idea that he goes to find you before you know the war has started. You see him and immediately assume something has happened to your Mark to cause him to get all of these scars and just wrap him in your arms. You're sobbing, asking him what happened and what you can do to help.
Meanwhile, he's so confused, but also you're so nice and warm, and he hasn't had a hug in a very long time. The guy just melts into you. He's letting you baby him while cursing your Mark out for being such a lucky bastard.
Then your Mark shows up, and you're sitting there confused because if that's your Mark, then who the hell are you cradling right now? While Prisoner is pressing himself further into you because he just wants a second more of not fighting.
Mohawk Mark -MY BOY! Sorry, I adore this variant. He's such a rat bastard, and I love him.
And I think he would like you. I think he sees your punk vibes and is down. Then he finds out about your powers, and bro is ready to meet you and even more ready to beat you up.
He knows you're gonna end up fighting. That's what he wants! It's been so long since he's been able to let loose, and battling you seems like the perfect opportunity.
However, he's also pretty sneaky. So, I feel like he would try to play himself off as your Mark. Which, of course, you fall for you. There are no thoughts in your brain. You're getting really excited about his haircut and piercing, talking about how you guys match now!
And he's playing along while also keeping you away from your Mark and news about the variants, so he can spend some time with you before he beats you up and drags you back to his dimension.
But finally, you realize this isn't your man, and the fight begins. Just like No Goggles, he is making the grossest comments ever to you. Like, some of them are so weird you don't even understand what he could be implying. And honestly, he might not know what he's saying and is just saying stuff to see your face contort into a confused expression.
He's just having a ball, guys. This is the best day he's had in a while.
But then you get hurt by a few other variants, and his fun is now gone! How's he supposed to enjoy destroying cities if you're not there?
Also, if he ever got back to his dimension, he would add some people to his harem who look like you, no doubt.
Sinister Mark - Finally, Mark and the one with the best outfit, you know I'm right.
He's without a doubt in my mind the strongest variant. I feel like that comes from his universe being one where everyone is stronger and more villainous than in the normal timeline.
In the comics, we learn that one of the heroes in the normal dimension is a villain in Sinister, which is rich, since Sinister is super evil. But that just makes me believe that everyone is just kind of a bad guy. Like this would be one of the cases where Debbie sided with Nolan and Mark; however, that really doesn't matter since Sinister probably killed both of them.
But oh, his meeting with you. A part of me wants to say that he would trick you as Mohawk did; however, I feel like it wouldn't last very long. I think you pull him in a hug or wrap your arm around him, and he would take that moment to attack.
He's just a sadistic guy who likes to see you suffer. He also likes getting the upper hand right at the start.
I don't think he would make gross comments like some of the other guys do, because he's just too focused on beating you into the ground, as I said in my first post. He has a hard-on during the whole fight and makes no effort to hide it.
I can see him pinning you down to lick the blood off your face because he's such a freak. If any of the Mark variants are going to be the reason you end up in a hospital bed for the rest of the Invincible War, it's gonna be this guy.
