#invincible

He was just trying to lad….

Delicious boy😋

Someone pls get him pregnant😭

Ignore these past depressing events who up still thinking bout Mark's Thraxan dress

Anywya I swear this will be my last thirst trap art gyus I'll be drawing real 💯 shit after this

im vincing it im vincing it

YES YES YESS😭😭

#invincible

You better be careful, or I'll have to marry you

-🐊🌈 (this is gatorbites sign off emoji combo lmao)

its not my fault you're making guys so cool that ive gotta draw them, my hand is being forced,,

Hi titlecard fans

(this is my variant mark oc btw his name is minivincible and he just stares at you and speaks animal crossing)

Mark is the perfect barbie doll. He comes in different variants and is so versatile, shipping him with anyone and it just somehow works like yeah thats my man. My mans man, my mans wowman, my mans mans man, my mans man, my mans-

So cute AAA

Who invited this guy zoom in:

[Title Card]

YE

Wait a minute…

BITCH IS THAT TECH JACKET??

ILY bbg pls come home

I love him, hes so bbg🥺

Little things Mark does because he loves you

Invincible!Mark x reader

He always walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street. Doesn’t matter if he’s literally Invincible—he still does it, every time, without fail. If you switch sides? He casually switches too, like it’s instinct.

He sends you good morning and good night texts every single day. Even if he’s halfway across the galaxy, fighting some crazy alien war, you still get a little “Sleep well, baby. I love you ” message whenever he can.

He plays with your fingers absentmindedly. If you’re sitting together, he’ll take your hand and just... fiddle with it. Rubs his thumb over your knuckles, laces and unlaces your fingers, presses little kisses to your palm when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

If he gets home late, he tries so hard not to wake you. He’ll float instead of walking so the floor doesn’t creak, change in the dark, and press the softest kiss to your forehead before climbing in bed. If you stir, he just whispers, “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m here.”

He loves when you wear his clothes. Hoodies, t-shirts, even his stupid superhero suit jacket. The first time he saw you in one of his hoodies, he almost short-circuited. Now he “accidentally” leaves them at your place all the time.

He gets protective in the smallest, cutest ways. Hand on your lower back in crowded places. Glaring at the barista who dares to flirt with you. Holding your waist just a little tighter when he hugs you after a long day.

He remembers every little thing about you. Your favorite flavor of ice cream, the way you like your eggs, that one childhood stuffed animal you still sleep with. He never forgets.

He holds you like he’s afraid to let go. Even after years together, he still hugs you like you might disappear. Arms tight, face buried in your neck, like he’s grounding himself in you.

If you fall asleep on him, he refuses to move. Doesn’t matter if his arm goes numb, if his legs are cramping—he’ll sit there, perfectly still, watching you sleep with this soft, soft look in his eyes.

He tells you he loves you all the time. In texts, in whispers, in casual conversation. “Hey, can you pass me the remote? Love you.” “Be right back, love you.” Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Sometimes, he just stops and stares at you. Like he can’t believe you’re real. Like he’s so in love with you, it physically stuns him for a second. And when you catch him? He just grins, shrugs, and says, “Can you blame me?”