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[atinydragon]

hehe I'm cooking up some whump ocs :>

[d0rksausalito]

My first WIP dump of Invincible stuff while I work on comms 💙💛❤️🩶🤍

Most of these have already been posted to my Twitter a while ago. I am very active there!

[crismakesstuff]

here’s to moving onto 2025!! c:

partial face reveal wooo ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[awhhayden]

GIVE ME ALL THAT YOU CAN GIVE | ⋆˙⟡

pairing: main!mark x hyperfem!reader

Summary: you haven’t seen mark in weeks, only to be suprised when he stumbles into your room in the middle of the night…something is different.

The digital clock on your nightstand blinked 3:27 AM in mocking red. Outside your bedroom window, the world was wrapped in the kind of silence that only came with late-night solitude — a quiet so thick it made your chest feel heavier than it should. You lay on your back, arms folded under your head, staring up at the ceiling with eyes that refused to close. Sleep hadn’t come easy since Mark left on his mission. Weeks had crawled by, each one more agonizing than the last, filled with anxious half-texts that never delivered and headlines you avoided reading. You had no idea where he was — they never told you specifics — just that he was needed somewhere out there.

Your fingers toyed with the edge of his hoodie, the one you hadn’t taken off in two days. It still smelled faintly like him, like wind and warmth and something you couldn't name, and you held onto that like it was your lifeline. Your mind replayed the last time you saw him — the way he kissed you like he was afraid it might be the last time. The memory ached more than comforted. You hated how used to this you were becoming.

The softest whoosh of displaced air made your body tense. You sat up slowly, heart thudding, every instinct flaring to life. That sound — you knew that sound. Then the window creaked open, just enough for a shadow to stumble through, and your breath caught when you saw him.

“Mark?” you breathed, scrambling off the bed.

He was barely standing. His blue and yellow suit was torn in several places, dark blood soaking through in thick patches. One of his eyes was almost swollen shut, his lip split, and his breathing was ragged. He looked like he’d fought through hell to get back to you — and maybe he had.

“Hey,” he rasped, and then, like all the strength had drained out of him at once, he collapsed.

You caught him before he hit the floor, arms straining to support him. His body was burning up, trembling against you, and you lowered him as gently as you could onto the carpet. “Mark, what the hell—what happened?” you asked, voice cracking as panic started to override the shock.

He gave you a weak smile, his bloodstained hand coming up to brush your cheek. “Missed you,” he murmured, and then his eyes fluttered shut.

You pressed your forehead to his and whispered his name over and over, the weight of the past few weeks slamming into you all at once. He was here. He was alive. But God, what did it take for him to get back to you like this?

You moved on instinct, tears blurring your vision as you dragged him toward your bed, every grunt of pain from him slicing through you like glass. Your hands were shaking, but your mind was locked in survival mode — he needed help. Not Cecil. Not anyone official. Not yet. They’d ask too many questions, maybe pull him away again. You needed him here. With you.

You laid him out carefully, his blood already staining your sheets, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You peeled the remnants of his suit away as gently as possible, biting down a sob every time he winced. His chest was a mess — bruises, slashes, something that looked too much like a burn. You grabbed your first-aid kit, praying it would be enough for now.

As you dabbed antiseptic along a deep gash on his side, he stirred, hissing through his teeth. “You should be asleep,” he mumbled, his voice rough and raw.

You took a deep breath tears slipping silently down your face. “What happened to you?”

He opened his good eye, locking it with yours. “Didn’t want to waste time. Just... needed to get back to you.”

The way he said it — like you were gravity, like everything in him was straining toward you even when the universe pulled him apart — made your heart ache in a way nothing else could. You pressed a cloth against another wound, your hands gentler this time, and leaned in close so he could hear you clearly.

“You can’t do this to me, Mark,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You can’t disappear for weeks and come back half-dead like it’s normal. I can't just keep pretending this is okay.”

“I know,” he said, his fingers curling weakly around your wrist. “I’m sorry. But the whole time... all I thought about was you.”

You didn’t answer right away. You just let the silence stretch, except now it was filled with the sound of his breathing — shaky, alive. Slowly, you laid down beside him, careful not to touch the worst of his injuries, but close enough that he could feel you there.

He shifted slightly, just enough to rest his forehead against yours again, his bloodied hand finding yours in the dark.

the weight of it all became too much to sit with alone. Carefully, you settled in on your side, facing him, forehead just an inch from his. Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. You traced your thumb lightly over the back of his hand, memorizing every line, every groove. You hadn’t held it in weeks. It still felt like home.

“I was starting to forget what it felt like,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Being near you. Touching you. I thought I lost you.”

A beat passed. Then another.

And then — softly, like it hurt to speak — he mumbled, “I kept hearing your voice.”

You blinked. “What?”

Mark’s eyes fluttered open halfway, unfocused, but they searched for you anyway. “When I thought I was gonna die. I kept hearing you… telling me to come home.”

Your chest caved inward like something inside it cracked. You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, your tears quietly slipping down between you. “You are home.”

You didn’t say anything else. Not tonight. Not when there was still so much left to clean up — wounds to treat, questions to ask, promises to make. That could come later.

For now, you just held on to him like you were never going to let go again.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds in slow, warm ribbons, casting soft lines across the room. It was quiet — too quiet — the kind that makes you hold your breath without realizing it. You blinked awake slowly, still on your side, the ache in your back a reminder that you hadn’t moved much all night.

Mark was still there.

He looked better in the daylight, though that wasn’t saying much. His bruises had started to darken, the swelling in his jaw slightly worse, but he was breathing deeper now. Steadier. The tension that had clung to his body like a second skin had finally loosened while he slept.

You shifted carefully, afraid to wake him, but he stirred anyway. His eyes fluttered open and blinked blearily at the ceiling, then slowly drifted to you. A soft, tired smile tugged at the corner of his split lip.

“Morning,” he rasped.

God, even like this — broken, bandaged, exhausted — your chest still fluttered when he looked at you like that.

“Hey,” you said quietly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. You came back. That’s what matters.”

He turned his head toward you a bit more, wincing at the motion. “Barely.”

“Still counts,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth — the one that wasn’t busted. He exhaled slowly, the touch grounding him. “Do you want water? Or food? You haven’t had anything real since you got here.”

He nodded weakly. “Water first. Maybe… something soft. Everything hurts.”

You smiled gently. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

You stood, stretched, and padded quietly to the kitchen, your body still heavy with worry but your steps a little lighter. The kettle hissed softly as you filled it, and for a moment, everything almost felt normal — like he was just sleeping in, like he hadn’t just crawled back to you from the edge of the universe.

When you returned with a glass of water and a bowl of oatmeal, Mark was still awake, propped up slightly against the headboard, your pillow behind him. His eyes followed you like he was afraid you’d vanish the second he blinked.

You handed him the glass, steadying it for him when his fingers trembled. He drank slowly, then looked at you with something unreadable in his eyes.

“You should’ve been mad at me,” he said quietly. “For coming back like that. For not calling.”

“I was mad,” you admitted. “I am but I was more scared. And I don’t want to waste time being angry when I just got you back.”

He watched you for a long moment, then reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours despite the stiffness in his joints.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he confessed, voice rough. “Not the hero thing. This. Us. You deserve someone who comes home in one piece.”

“I don’t care if you come home in pieces,” you whispered, sitting beside him again. “Just come home.”

Mark leaned his head against your shoulder, his body heavy with exhaustion. You rested your cheek against his hair and closed your eyes.

You’d have to talk more — about the mission, about what happened, about what comes next. But for now, you stayed right there, wrapped in the quiet hum of morning, holding on to each other like it was the only thing keeping either of you breathing.

Because maybe it was.

ahh first mark oneshot 🙈 and first story in 2 months (IM SORRY) ermmm

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[agropuff]

okay more invincible doodles bc im an animal

[cosmic-crashout]

Can I ask for something a little spicy? Like Omni getting a bit handsy with a female y/n?

For you, my dear bestie, the world,

suggestive content underneath

I imagine he didn’t mean to grab you like that but he did and got maybe freaked out and pulled away, because aside from Mohawk Mark many of them are probably not quite experienced and thus maybe easier to fluster, of course knowing reader (ie you), teasing is almost second nature and so after only a moment she’s acting scandalized which makes him compose himself and proceeds to remind her that he’s not quite like the Mark in the mainstream world, but he’ll never forget how soft reader felt and the noise that escaped her lips when he squeezed

[dasanye-wet]

i will not be answering any questions at this time. thank you

[kawaiigirly21]

The Beast In His Arms: Chapter 3

There were eyes in the sky. Too many eyes. All of which held a particular goal in mind. A pair of eyes suddenly locked onto their target. Their object of affection. Their pet. Their Queen. “There you are kitty…Come to Daddy!” As Nayera held up a piece of rubble to help a man out from under it, her ears picked up on a noise behind her. Quickly ushering the man away, she stood at the ready. Her ears on a swivel, flicking and trying to find where the sound was coming from.

Suddenly, she was grabbed and shoved into the ground aggressively. “Fuck!!” The assailant then grabbed her by her tail and yanked on it causing to roar out in pain. She then turned and clawed at his face. Her claws getting their first taste of blood in a long time. “Oh ho ho! So you’re sensitive there huh kitten? That’s good! That’s so fucking hot~!” The man smiled as he held his cheek and looked at her. Nayera froze where she stood. “What the hell? Mark?!” Her eyes scanned the features of the man in front of her.

That was Mark alright…but not her Mark. This one was different. In so many ways. His suit however was the main dead giveaway that he wasn’t her Mark. It was black and blue and had black goggles but his hair was not showing. Unlike her mark whose hair had space to breathe in his suit. Next was his voice. There was something so sadistic about it unlike her Mark’s whose voice was caring and loving. Her Mark…where was he? Was he ok?

Did he know he had an evil him running around? Regardless, he was too dangerous to let live. “Who are you impostor? I will only ask you once…before I take your life.” Cowl Mark smirked. “Oh my god you are so sexy. But yea, I’d like to see you try Princess. I really do! Come at me baby!” Elsewhere, at the Guardians HQ, Lensless Mark continued to body the heroes with minimal effort.

“Holy shit you guys are so good! But like really? Where is that sexy lion babe you guys got in your ranks? I reeeeally wanna meet her.~” He smirked before getting shoved into a pillar by The Immortal and punched in the face. “Don’t you dare speak of her, you pale imitation of Invincible! You monster!” Lensless Mark took the punches before countering with his own much stronger ones.

“I mean, I don’t need more motivation to kill you but sure! Insult me! Look, I’m only looking for that lion babe! And none of you wanted to tell me where she is! Are you assholes gatekeeping her or?” As Kate’s clones tried to attack the variant, he simply dispatched them with ease. Clearly having the time of his life, he was then tackled by the Immortal in a futile attempt to stop him.

“You know, my dad killed most of you guys back on my world and your stretchy friend wasn’t even there. He’s awesome. Wait, what did he say when ripped him in half? Shit! It was like so weird right? Does anybody remember?” He was then punched by the Immortal and laughed it off before mocking the last words of Shapesmith. “Help! I don’t wanna not be living! Wasn’t that it? Oh no it wasn’t it was like Oh nooooo I’m gonna not be aliveee!” He laughed as he looked over at the martian’s body.

“You’re a weird dude, dude.” The immortal hit him once more which made Lensless Mark stop smiling. “Dude…You ruined the moment.” He then killed the immortal and the last of Kate’s clones and took a look around the HQ. “Aw..Man I always do this. I kill them too fast then it’s over. No torture, no screaming, no fun…Oh well…I’m gonna go find my future wife! Thanks for your time dudes!” With that, he took to the skies in search of Nayera.

“Shit…This is really bad Mark..They’re everywhere.” Eve said, looking up from her phone to look at her friend. “Jesus…what do we do? They’re all me. Fuck..I hope Nayera is Ok..” Eve sighed. “You two still dancing around the problem?” Mark looked at Eve. “What problem?” Eve rolled her eyes. “You tell me. Why’d you guys break up when you so clearly still love each other.” Mark thought for a minute before Eve spoke again. “See? You don’t know. Now stop being a pussy and tell her you wanna get back together dumbass…Mark! Look!”

Mark then directed his attention to the variant fighting a group of heroes in the street. He slammed his fists into the ground creating a sizable crater in the ground. “You won’t be enough! Even together, you’re a fraction of my power!” Suddenly Mark came in and clocked him in the jaw, sending him back. “How about now?” Elsewhere, Nayera helped more people out of the rubble in the aftermath of her fight with the variant of her Ex?boyfriend.

Her suit and fur were stained in a substantial amount of blood and brains. “You know…I know you were crazy strong but…not that strong.” Oliver spoke as he stood over the badly beaten and mutilated body of the variant. “Thanks for the save by the way!” He smiled. Nayera simply pinched his cheek with one of her bloody hands and kissed his head. “You are like family Oliver. I will never allow harm to come to you as long as you are in my sights.”

“Oh yea, she’s strong alright. But not stronger than me!” A voice shouted before another variant grabbed Nayera by her arms and flew her up into the sky. “LET ME GO! I DEMAND IT AT ONCE!” The variant only smirked and dropped her onto the roof of a high building. “We battle! Now!!” Nayera growled out. Ready to kill again. This variant of Mark was also different. This one, had a mohawk along with bags underneath his eyes. He forwent a mask or goggles of anything. “I’m not gonna fight you sweetcheeks. But if I have to knock your ass out to restrain you…so be it baby.”

@mikajack9273

[zestyangle]

Check out my invisible war OC. Invinciblunt...

[lyss-butterscotch]

Made a proper ref for her ^^

[atinydragon]

Medical Mishaps

Mallow needs some medical attention after an incident. Unfortunately he really only has one option...

The thin metal of the tweezers glinted in the light as they carefully pulled the root-like organism off of Mallow's arm.

He had been helping a research with some samples when one of them turned out to be far less dead then it was supposed to be. It snaked under Mallow's sweater and latched onto his arm. Then it just... went back to being dead? It didn't try to pierce his skin or move any further.

The researcher theorized that they had accidentally triggered a nerve in the sample. Causing the dead but still functional limp to react as if it was alive.

After some testing it became clear that it wasn't going to go limp and release Mallow's arm of its own accord.

Since it wasn't hurting him, Mallow was sent to the research medical wing rather then the actual medical area.

At least he was able to choose who treated him.

Mallow glanced up at the looming figure above him. Still, it would have been nice if there was someone more his size that could do this.

There was something odd about seeing Omni actually being professional. They were being very slow and careful as they did their task.

Really it just made Mallow anxious for the other shoe to drop. But still, he was glad Omni was waiting until after they treated Mallow to torment him. Much better then them waving large metal instruments all around.

"Finally." said Omni as they peeled the last of the organism off of Mallow. "You'd think it'd all come off together." They placed the last piece into the vial with the rest of it. Then sealed it up.

Mallow looked at his arm. In the organism's place was red irritated skin. Now exposed to oxygen, it was starting to itch.

"Is that painful?" A slim part of Omni's "hair" slipped under Mallow's arm raising it so Omni could get a better look.

"No, just really itchy." Mallow shivered. He was getting cold with no shirt on and Omni wasn't helping.

Omni rifled through some drawers until they produced a tube of itch relief cream. "Let me know if this makes it worst. Shouldn't but you never know with this stuff." They began applying it.

Imminently Mallow had a very dramatic full body shiver. "It's fine, just cold." He said through chattering teeth. How did things on this ship managed to get so cold without being frozen?!

Neither of them talked as Omni focused on applying the cream and Mallow focused on not messing anything up with his shivers.

Once Omni was done they put the cream back and began rifling through the drawers. "If this is going to react like I think it is, I'm going to have to treat it like it's bleeding." "

It's going to start bleeding?" Mallow look worryingly at his arm. Pixie's arms and legs aren't supposed to bleed much if at all. A slight perk of having limps that could fall off whenever you get scared enough.

"No, it shouldn't especially with you. But those kinds of things tend to react worst when exposed to air. So I'll have to bandage it up to keep as much air away as possible." They found the thin roll of tiny-sized bandages, as well as scissors that were sized to them.

Mallow couldn't help but stare. "Are the scissors necessary?"

"Of course. Better then me using my claws or even teeth right?" Omni's "hair" bounced up in a smile.

"R-right." Mallow gulped. Fair point yes, but Omni bringing it up meant they were getting jokey again.

Not a good sign.

Regardless Mallow held his arm still as Omni wrapped the bandage around his arm. Maybe he could just fly off the moment Omni cut it. That way there would be no time for the slime to do anything else. But then the scissors were coming towards him and Mallow froze up.

Omni grinned again. "Don't you drop your arm now after all that."

"I won't." Mallow said so quietly he wasn't sure Omni could hear. Not that he could really muster any care as he watched the sharp blades approached him.

It glittered as it advanced onto the part of the bandage Omni was holding to cut. Far too soon it was parallel with Mallow's arm. And then with a little snip they were retreating.

Mallow exhaled the air he'd been holding.

"Jeez you act like I'd stab you." Omni giggled as they put their things away.

"Sorry, they're just as big as I am..." though honestly that did seem like something they'd do. Sometimes Mallow wished Omni wouldn't act coy about loving to mess with people. Normally they didn't, just with Mallow for some reason.

It sometimes drove the pixie mad trying to figure out why Omni was singling him out. Not like Mallow was the only tiny to toy with or even the only pixie. Maybe it was just because Mallow didn't put up much of a fuss. He'd learned quickly that, so far, Omni had no intention of actually injuring him so he had a hard time remembering to try avoid Omni. Of course he also wasn't very good at running away regardless. His freeze response sabotaged him regularly so that was likely it.

Mallow jolted, realizing he had been daydreaming again!

Thankfully Omni seemed to be focused on the sample vial.

So now Mallow could make a swift exit. He grabbed his sweater, now he just needed...

"You have to take this back right?" Omni said, voicing Mallow's realization. "The smallest vials I have is still a bit big for you, so how about I carry it and you." They extended their arm, placing their palm-up hand just in front of Mallow.

Mallow flinched as Omni's fingertips almost touched his legs. He really didn't want to. This was asking to take part in whatever game that was on Omni's mind. But Mallow didn't have much of a choice, it wasn't like Omni was actually asking. So he stepping onto the hand.

His foot sunk into the jelly-like slime. Mallow shivered, hoping his foot wasn't going to go all the way in. It didn't, the surface of the slime held. So Mallow climbed fully on.

Once he did so, Omni raised their hand. Transferring Mallow to their shoulder.

Mallow was glad for this. He much preferred sitting on the fabric of the coat then on Omni themself. Less risk that the slime would just suck him in or something. Omni left the medical lab and headed for the biology one.

"Do you have anything to do after this? I wanna show you something." They were practically purring as they said it.

"No." Squeaked Mallow. He was meaning to lie and say he did but he was thinking how much he didn't want to and his mouth answered a different question.

So instead he sighed and braced himself for a long evening.

[assassin-artist]

relationship chart for Mercy. used with permission, OG belongs to anghelikko on twitter!

quick explanations of each relationship under the cut (:

Cecil is the closest adult in her life at this point I think, so he gets a mix of trust and friendship from her. There's no friendship on his end not because he doesn't care about her on a personal level, but because he sees her more as a troubled child that he needs to look after than an equal to build a friendship on. There's trust on both ends because, despite the fact that Cecil is probably wary of both the twins + Oliver due to their father's actions, I think Mercy's willingness to understand Cecil's point of view with working with criminals and using whatever he has available has gone a looong way to making him respect her a lot more. He sees that she's open-minded and reasonable and it gives him a big sense of safety around her that he didn't have around the acting-on-moral-impulse Invincible.

Donald/Mercy is equally neutral and trust on both ends. I think Cecil would want to always be the one interacting with Mercy in order to build as much personal rapport as possible with this Viltrumite, so I doubt she interacts with Donald a ton outside of him occasionally giving her orders if Cecil is too busy.

William and Amber both get friendship with a bit of trust towards her. I think William has always been more of Mark's friend than Mercy's friend, so although they're somewhat close, they've drifted apart over the recent years and don't consider each other best friends or anything. She was decently close with Amber after the truth about Mark's identity came out (because as soon as Amber knew who Invincible was, she could put two and two together about the twin heroes...), but after the breakup and the split between the twins, I think Mercy would pull away from her because she just feels awkward about it all. They both trust her though because they know she's a hero and that she's doing her best to protect the world.

She's pretty neutral about Paul. Probably sees him very rarely, much rarer than Mark sees him because she's moved out and doesn't come back to the house very often. So I think he'd have to catch her by asking her to have lunch with him or something so they could get to know each other a bit lol. He wants to have a closer relationship to her because of course he wants to befriend his girlfriend's kids, but I don't think Mercy is that interested in it. I think in general she pulls away from a lot of friendships with non-heroes because she's always worried about getting them into trouble. She'd prefer to just be close with other heroes so she knows they can handle themselves if her and Mark's enemies come knocking.

Powerplex is a more obvious answer, I think. I think he hates Mark more than her because he would have personally seen Mark and Nolan fighting on that day, but Mercy probably wasn't there at the exact same time for him to see her and associate her with the trauma, even though it was well known that both of the twin heroes were there on that day. So he still hates her, thinks of her as a hero who gets a lot of people killed, but most of his anger is focused towards her brother. Mercy hates him because he's an unstable villain and he has a personal vendetta against her and her brother.

She's sort of neutral but leaning towards being friends with Allen. Allen would know about her hero and personal identity thanks to Mark being a little snitch, which she was mad about, but she figured that she could let it go because he's an alien so it's not like he's going to be telling reporters about her name or anything. I think they have few interactions together, but the few times they do talk with each other, it's generally a positive interaction. Allen understands Mercy's hatred of Nolan, even if he himself sees a chance of redemption for the man. Their relationship miiight be subject to change after Mercy learns about Allen's befriending and saving her father's life.. we'll have to see.

Now, Nolan himself... I've talked a looot about her relationship and thoughts about her father both before and after the betrayal. She loved him, was a total daddy's girl, and that was all wiped away the day he killed and abandoned her. Now she hates him and wants him dead, there's NO room in her heart for forgiveness towards him. Nolan probably hears from Mark (while they were on Thraxa together) that Mercy has NO intention of ever forgiving him for what he did, that she still hates him with a passion as if his betrayal was just yesterday, AND that she's been on a serious training regimen with the GDA for like 2 years since he left, and he goes "ummm haha i sure hope my daughter doesnt try to kill me like i tried to kill her. oh. hrmm. uh oh". I don't think he's scared in the sense that he thinks she could kill him - I think he's scared mostly because he doesn't want to fight again. Because there's so much hatred in her that a potential second fight can't end on a peaceful note. Someone is going to get seriously hurt or killed. He doesn't want that to be him (he needs to protect those he loves from his own people, after all) but he cant bring himself to do that to her again.. so there's fear at the idea of ever meeting her again.

Oliver and Debbie's relationships to Mercy have also been talked about a lot so I'll just give a very quick summary. Mercy loves them both, but her relationship with her mom is strained because of all the trauma of Nolan's actions, and Mercy moving out of the house or always being busy with GDA work means they don't talk that much anymore. She hated Oliver in the beginning bc he's a reminder of her father's abandonment and she saw him as a 'replacement' for Nolan's 'failed children', but then she put that aside and grew to love him as her brother. Recently, with his admiration of their father and going by kid-omni man, she has grown to fear that he would become just like Nolan.

Now the second chart... this is already getting pretty long lol, even though I'm trying to keep it to just one paragraph per relationship.. Sorry I got so much yapper DNA in me

Mark - their relationship has also been talked about a lot. They were very close twins, they remained close even after Nolan's betrayal and abandonment. But Mark began to forgive their father, to believe that he's a changed man who deserves redemption, and Mercy hates their father too much to ever believe that. The worst strain on their relationship was Mark leaving the GDA after the fight, but Mercy chose to stay. I think Mark would have considered that something like a personal betrayal. They're both very hurt right now.

Eve and Rex were Mercy's friends before all the trauma and splitting, and although their relationships with each other have been through some ups and downs, I think they still care about her and trust her as a hero. Even though both Eve and Rex agreed that she shouldn't have stayed with the GDA after the splitting, they still retain their strained friendship with her I think.

Amanda used to be someone Mercy admired as a hero, and they were sort of like close coworkers before, but after the GDA split I think Amanda would be angry at Mercy for staying. Amanda probably would have said something hurtful - something about how she can't believe Mercy would work for someone who 'tried to kill her brother' - and it would upset Mercy a lot and make her pull away. Very little interactions after the split, so they're both sore at each other still, but there's just enough of that old respect there to not be outright hatred.

Mercy hates Immortal. She put up with his distrust for a while, but one day came where he compared her to her father, or implied that she would betray them just like Omni-Man did, and that was the last straw for her. I think they would have gotten into a physical fight over something like that, so now she just avoids him altogether to not get into another fight. She would pummel him for what he said, it's just that she doesn't want to get in trouble with Cecil for it lol

Black Samson has her respect both because of his status as an original member of the Guardians, and because he chose to stay with the GDA after the split. She looks up to him for guidance sometimes, and he tries to give good advice to this young hero. There's not a personal relationship there, just a good working relationship.

Robot still has a trusting, friendly relationship with Mercy even after leaving the GDA. Amanda was very angry at Cecil and chose to leave bc she hated/distrusted him, but Rudy seemed neutral about it and it looked like he only left because he wanted to go with Amanda.. so I think Robot wouldn't blame her for staying and they could keep a friendly relationship. I think Mercy could still go to him for help if she needed something from him, and he still trusts her instincts and judgment as a hero.

Shapesmith really likes Mercy because she's very nice to him, I stated before that she probably shares her food with him whenever they're having lunch. She'd be patient enough to explain Earth things to him that he's confused about, and I think she'd be curious and want to know more about Mars from him too. She thinks he's pretty naive so there isn't a lot of trust in his instincts as a hero, but she still recognizes that he's pretty tough and can hold his own in a fight.

Dupli-Kate mostly has a neutral relationship with Mercy because they don't interact much in general, but when they do, it doesn't tend to be positive. Kate has the habit of saying mean things sometimes, and Mercy is just high-strung enough by season 3 that she'll shoot back with something just as mean. So the two of them often insult each other and just generally have a negative relationship.

Bulletproof's relationship is mostly neutral, but with him being one of the only flying heroes meant that they probably interacted while on missions more than she did with other heroes. Others had to drive or be flown, but the two of them could fly through the air and chat while on the move. Not a personal relationship, just... marginally closer than most of the others. They both trust each other's instincts and strength.

[crismakesstuff]

they definitely went as morticia and gomez one year

🔮🦇happy halloween! 🪦🎃

[spiritboxies]

saw these floating around n decided to do both! blank templates under the cut:

[agropuff]

more doodles

[elementaskylos345]

Feral doesn't like Omni-Mark very much...