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I just thought about random trio (Lucan, Conquest, Thula) Don't ask me why. Also next image is how I view Kregg x Conquest ship, I think they're neat đ„ș
Every time a piece of Invinvible media comes out that has Conquest interacting with the other Viltrumites my theory about the higher ranking Viltrumites not being scared of him and just being annoyed with his presence because more and more true like LOOK AT THIS SHIT
And it's always Lucan beefing with Conquest too like he's the #1 Conquest hater out there nobody does it like him
Lucan confirming they talk about Conquest behind his back đ the Viltrumites are some high school fuckin bullies dude đ
It feels so good to constantly be proven right I am on such a high horse right now. Like no he's not a fraud the only reason people think that is because the only Viltrumites he interacts with are his higher up and they aren't scared of him because Conquest puts up a front of being cold and emotionless and so they think he's a stupid stupid dog
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I wonder if viltrumites have ever seen snow and if not how would they react when they wake up and everything is just white lol
I *think* they know what snow is since Viltrum seems to have a similar climate as Earth does (or at least I assume so, since weâve seen sunny times and thunderstorms there so far)
But!!
Viltrumites donât interact with snow like, at all. Itâs just a thing their planet does, as many others do.
So imagine their surprise when they see children SO excited about snow, adults grumble âcause now theyâre gonna be late for work (human vehicles are so obsolete). And why would people just fall backwards into the snow and make so-called snow angels, flailing their arms and legs around like dumbasses? Not to talk about the oneâs face planting themselves in the soft, icy stuff. Itâs just weird, isnât it?
Kregg is definitely the first one that learns about humans and what they do with snow since he enjoys observing and interacting with people and has been all around the world, both above and beyond the equator. He was just walking around in a park, a smile on his lips as he looked at people having fun. Until he got hit in the back by a loose snowball. And he saw some kid staring at him, jaw open in shock - the kid really wasnât aiming at him, and he looked scary, eyepatch and all. But before he could blabber some excuses, the kid gets hit by a snowball in the face. And then another one, children running around and laughing like crazy and⊠that seems fun to Kregg, doesnât it?
Thula and Lucan would probably hear Kreggâs retelling of the story before they even got to see people playing in the snow themselves, and they would definitely come to agree that humans really know how to find joy in the most trivial things.
Conquest wouldnât really mind snow at all, he has lived long enough to see other races do some of the weirdest stuff he could imagine, so nothing really shocks him anymore. But! He does like to drink hot beverages in front of a chimney while it snows outside. After millennia of non-stop fighting, he has learned to appreciate the cozy moments.
Anissa would not really care about snow - sheâs used to the freezing coldness of space, so it doesnât give her any thrill nor pleasure. She definitely finds playing in the snow to be silly if not annoying. But once she learned about winter sports, she was sold. She tried a bunch of them out (excelling in them all), and in the end stuck with skiing.
Thragg cares just as much as Anissa does, which is basically not at all. Until he ends up in a snowball fight. And then things would get really competitive real quick. Of course heâd never admit he cares about winning, but if he somehow manages to lose he would sulk. And he would then probably join Conquest and eat a hot chocolate (with whipped cream and extra marshmallows) in silence, staring daggers at the snow piling up outside the window.
Hay I hope itâs not too much but what if Viltrumites or the mark variants with a fem reader who is a meta omnipotent and a shy and timid person and magical girl
Of course! For the Viltrumites I decided to include Nolan, Conquest, and Thula (because sheâs a baddie). This will be a very long post since Iâll include all the characters here, enjoy!
Genre: Platonic relationship headcanons (with F! Reader) đ€ â though they could also be seen as romantic somehow đ, SFW đż
Warnings: Blood, violence, Reader is kinda OP and immortal, Reader is a Guardian of the Globe, Reader is human but her powers come from another planet in the universe, open endings (you can choose whether Reader kills the character or not, except for Nolan, Conquest and Thula), second person pov
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How would the Viltrumites and the Invincible Variants behave with an OP magical girl F! Reader?
Nolan
After killing the Guardians of the Globe, Omni-Man came looking for you since, for some strange reason, you hadnât shown up at the base after receiving the alarm on your bracelet.
Nolan was fully aware of your abilities: he knew you werenât a weak opponent to underestimate, even if most of the time you appeared timid, innocent, and almost fragile.
The problem was, even though he had seen you fight against small-time criminals before (people who were far too weak for someone like you), he had never witnessed your true potential.
The reason you hadnât arrived in time at the meeting was because you had been delayed by a simple bank robbery. A desperate man had tried to steal, and because you were shy yet deeply empathetic, you had hesitated before stopping him, sensing he might have been forced into it.
You had gone easy on him, but even then, your energy blast had still gravely wounded him. The guilt weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you had replayed that moment in your head with shame, wishing you had found a gentler way.
When Omni-Man showed up, you immediately noticed his condition. For you, he had always been a guide, someone to look up to, even if he wasnât part of your own superhero team. You deeply respected him as a colleague and secretly admired his strength.
Without thinking, you had rushed to him, timidly showering him with anxious questions, your voice soft but trembling. Nolan, however, looked at you with his usual calm expression, though his battered state made you realize that whatever had done this to him must have been incredibly strong.
Nolan told you to follow him out of the city, claiming that the so-called âkaijuâ was still there, fighting against the Guardians, and that they needed your help. His voice carried authority, and shy as you were, you didnât dare question him.
You trusted Nolan, why wouldnât you?
Unfortunately, once you reached the outskirts of the city, you noticed that there was no sign of the kaiju. Confused, you hesitated, wondering if perhaps the battle had already ended. But the threat had seemed far too serious for it to vanish so quicklyâŠ
While you were distracted, Nolan suddenly lunged at you. Your heightened senses immediately screamed that something was wrong, and you barely managed to dodge his attack.
Shocked, you froze for a second. Omni-Man had just tried to hit you? You timidly called his name, stammering as you tried to ask what was happening, if someone had taken control of him. But he didnât answer, he only kept attacking, punch after punch.
Thanks to your reflexes and his exhaustion from the previous fight, you were able to avoid every blow, though your heart pounded in your chest with fear and disbelief.
You tried to reason with him, pleading in a trembling voice, but Nolan ignored you. When his fist finally connected by sheer luck, you were knocked back, breathless. Tears stung your eyes as you realized you couldnât keep holding back anymore.
Whether he was controlled or acting by his own choice, Nolan had to be stopped, no matter how much it broke your heart.
You didnât want to kill him, so you used your powers at a restrained level first, timidly hoping it would be enough. But his resistance was far too high.
Shaking, with no other option, you pushed your powers to their maximum. Nolan hadnât expected that. One final strike and he was down, unconscious, but thankfully not dead.
You stood over him, trembling hands pressed against your chest, guilt and fear gnawing at you. After a moment of hesitation, you contacted Cecil to report what had happened.
You werenât ready to hear the news he had to deliverâŠ
Conquest
As if the destruction from the Invincible War hadnât been enough, another Viltrumite arrived on Earth, this time targeting Mark.
You happened to be in the same place when it happened, and although your heart was pounding with fear, you forced yourself to step in and help Mark against the threat.
That was when Conquestâs gaze immediately locked on you.
It wasnât because he thought you were weak, quite the opposite. He admired your courage for stepping forward voluntarily, especially when you looked so timid and hesitant, almost trembling as you stood your ground beside Mark. Still, in his eyes, empathy was a weakness.
Without hesitation, Conquest attacked you with all his might. He didnât care that you were just a girl in a cute costume with an innocent appearance. To him, if you had stepped into the battlefield, it meant you had potential... and he wanted to drag it out of you, to see what you were really capable of.
You and Mark fought side by side. You knew how much Mark hated killing his enemies, and you timidly followed his lead, holding back your full strength.
You used your powers at a moderate level, enough to wound but not to kill. Combined with Markâs furious punches, Conquest actually found himself pushed back at first.
But Conquest had millennia of battle experience, centuries of conquering planets across the galaxy, and it didnât take him long to read you. He understood exactly what kind of girl you were.
He also recognized your powers. They werenât unfamiliar to him at all. He had conquered the planet you came from not too long ago, by his own hand. The moment he realized your origin, his attention shifted entirely to you.
Conquest despised admitting it, but your kind had given him serious trouble before. He refused to let the same thing happen again. From that moment, he ignored Mark completely and focused only on you.
Unfortunately for him, history repeated itself. You struggled, timidly trying to communicate, stuttering out questions between attacks, desperately hoping he might listen. But Conquest only laughed.
Eventually, you couldnât hold back anymore. Trembling and guilty, you glanced at Mark, silently seeking his approval. His pained look was enough to give you the permission you needed. With your heart heavy and your hands shaking, you unleashed your full power.
Conquest fell. Dead.
You hovered there, chest heaving, whispering apologies under your breath. At least, you tried to console yourself, the damage he had caused wasnât as catastrophic as it could have been. But the weight of what you had done stayed with you.
Thula
Months after the death of the Guardians (your teammates for years) and Nolanâs betrayal, you often sought solitude. To clear your head, you would quietly slip away from Earth, floating aimlessly in space where no one could disturb you.
It was during one of these lonely wanderings, near a belt of asteroids, that Thula appeared. You had no idea she was a Viltrumite at the time. She noticed you drifting alone, and from your appearance, you seemed neither Viltrumite nor a common alien⊠most likely human.
Thula approached with her usual composure. Through telepathic communication in the void of space, she demanded that you identify yourself immediately.
Startled, you stammered out a timid reply, your words faltering as your hands fidgeted nervously at your sides. The fact that she looked so much like a human but clearly wasnât one made your chest tighten with dread. You only hoped your hesitant answers would satisfy her so she would leave you alone.
Thula remained expressionless in the face of your shy, awkward behavior. To her, people who acted so clumsily were usually incapable and unworthy of respect.
Her appearance unsettled you even more: the pristine white uniform, the long braid ending with a sharp knife tied at its tip. No matter how calmly she spoke, you couldnât convince yourself she was peaceful. You shrank back slightly, heart racing, trying not to make eye contact for too long.
Thula eventually decided to bring you aboard the Viltrumite ship, the very vessel where Thragg himself resided. She wanted more information about Earth and, more importantly, about Nolan.
In that instant, everything clicked for you: Nolan had been one of them, a soldier of this Empire, and Thula was his comrade. You shook your head timidly, refusing to follow her. Your voice quivered as you whispered that you wouldnât go.
Thula, growing impatient, prepared to force you. She assumed you were weak, just like every other being in the universe who wasnât a Viltrumite. She had no idea what kind of power you were hiding behind your timid exterior.
When you finally unleashed your abilities, Thula was shocked beyond words. She hadnât expected resistance, much less overwhelming strength. You trembled as you fought, whispering half-hearted pleas for her to back away, but she pressed on.
In the end, she had no chance. Out here in the empty silence of space, there was no one to tell you to hold back, no one to restrain you, no one to remind you not to kill. It was just you, your immense power, and the grief weighing heavily on your heart... the loss of your teammates and Nolanâs betrayal burning like a wound that never healed.
Sinister Mark
Hollywood had been reduced almost entirely to ashes. California had never witnessed destruction on such a scale before, and all of it was the work of one single person: Sinister Mark.
In his own dimension, Sinister Mark had never crossed paths with you. Back then, you hadnât obtained your powers yet, and honestly, he wouldnât even have remembered who you were: just another faceless civilian slaughtered among thousands of others.
But now, seeing your abilities in action, he became intrigued. "Where did you get those powers?" he sneered, provoking you without hesitation, treating you like a mere distraction. He acted as if you werenât remotely capable of posing a threat to him.
His constant taunts chipped away at your fragile confidence. You already tended to second-guess yourself, and his words made you feel small, inadequate, and unworthy. Your shyness turned into hesitation mid-battle, making it far more difficult for you to focus.
Taking advantage of your self-doubt, Sinister Mark struck you down again and again. Each blow left you more bloodied, and he mocked you relentlessly, repeating that you were weak.
To frighten you even further, he described in chilling detail what he planned to do with your lifeless body once he was finished. His cruel words made your hands tremble and your stomach twist, but you forced yourself to stay standing despite your fear.
Eventually, he managed to knock you to the ground. You lay there bleeding, covered in wounds, your breaths shallow and shaky. Sinister Mark stood over you, certain that he had won against such a timid and fragile hero.
But there was a reason you had been considered one of the strongest Guardians of the Globe.
Just as he moved closer to deliver the final strike, a radiant beam of light wrapped around you. In an instant your wounds vanished, erased by your powers. You slowly pushed yourself up, shyly avoiding his burning gaze but now standing firm, glowing with renewed strength.
Sinister Markâs irritation flared. He hadnât even exerted himself much to put you down, and now you had undone all his efforts. He had other conquests to pursue and no patience for wasting more time with you.
But you werenât about to back down. Fully recharged with energy, your timid expression hardened into quiet determination. You braced yourself for a second round.
This time, Sinister Mark was the one left bleeding, his arrogance shattered. Unlike you, there was no colored barrier of light to bring him back.
Target Mark
Target Mark had already reduced London to ruins. Fire and smoke spread freely through the city, painting a picture of the devastation he had caused.
You had focused primarily on helping the defenseless civilians you encountered along the way. Thanks to your powers, rescuing them was quicker and easier, but your timid nature still made you whisper reassurances nervously, trying to calm them even as your own hands trembled.
That was when he appeared.
This variant, the one responsible for the destruction, believed he had already defeated every hero in the city. Clearly, he had been wrong.
Target Markâs eyes fell on you, and he immediately made a cruel remark about your costume. He didnât just tease you... he outright mocked you, his words sharp enough to make your cheeks burn with shame. You lowered your gaze, biting your lip, struggling to hide how flustered and embarrassed you felt.
The humiliation and anger that welled up inside of you made it even harder to fight. You couldnât focus, your thoughts tangled with his cruel words. That lack of concentration gave him the upper hand in the battle, and every strike from him left you doubting yourself even more.
But just when it seemed like Target Mark was overpowering you completely, you managed to unleash a desperate attack. With a burst of light, you struck him so hard that his body was hurled four blocks away from where you stood.
He emerged from the debris injured... and furious. His disbelief was obvious. How could such a timid, seemingly weak little heroine have done this to him?
Now it was his turn to be blinded by anger. His rage clouded his judgment, while you, shaking but quietly determined, finally found a sliver of focus. For once, the advantage was yours, and with cautious but firm resolve, you managed to defeat him properly.
Omni Mark
Tokyo was no longer the way you remembered it, bright and playful. Now it was nothing but a pile of debris, rubble, and death, all caused by Omni Mark. After his battle with the Mark from your dimension, he had managed to survive the ReAnimen.
The question was: would he be able to survive your powers too?
Omni Mark had been a particularly silent variant. He spoke only when absolutely necessary, especially in the middle of a fight. His silence made him intimidating, and you couldnât help but feel small under his gaze.
Still, he couldnât resist commenting on your fighting style. He didnât admire it, of course, but he also didnât see you as weak or someone to underestimate.
His blunt observations made your cheeks flush with embarrassment, even though he was your enemy. You found yourself nervously averting your eyes, feeling conflicted because he wore the same costume as Omni-Man, the very hero you had once admired and even worked alongside years ago.
Your battle dragged on for a long time. Neither of you gained the upper hand, which left you breathing hard, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to muster the courage to face him again.
Omni Mark, however, grew impatient. He had played around long enough, now he was ready to fight seriously.
His strikes grew stronger, faster, and seemingly endless. He didnât appear to understand the meaning of the word exhaustion. You timidly tried to defend yourself, each block making your arms ache, but you also knew something he didnât: potential.
Just like his father, he hadnât expected it. When you finally struck him from behind with a sudden surge of energy, Omni Mark was caught completely off guard and immediately fell to the ground, defeated.
Prisoner Mark
Moscow was being torn apart by a variant of Mark who looked nothing like the hero you once knew. The destruction was overwhelming, and you hesitated, your hands trembling as you forced yourself to intervene.
At first, Prisoner Mark hadnât even noticed your presence. He was too busy battling heroes already worn down to their limits, dismissing them as âfar too weak.â You hovered nervously at the edge of the fight before finally gathering the courage to act.
You had drawn his attention with a small, hesitant attack. The moment his gaze locked onto you, you already knew what was coming.
He smiled amused, almost excited, to finally fight someone stronger than the pitiful heroes he had just crushed. Your heart pounded, and you lowered your eyes, suddenly wishing you hadnât spoken up.
Prisoner Mark lunged at you and unleashed his attacks without restraint. While fighting, he spoke casually about his time in a Viltrumite prison, the endless experiments, and the torment he had endured.
His words made your chest tighten: you couldnât help but feel pity for him, even as you struggled to defend yourself.
Despite keeping your guard up, you timidly tried to reach him, your voice wavering as you pleaded with him to stop, to think for just a moment about what he was doing to this dimension. Your shy tone carried more desperation than authority, but you still tried.
Prisoner Mark, however, wasnât the type to dwell on good or evil anymore. He was consumed entirely by rage and vengeance, and your timid pleas only made him scoff.
He demanded that you show him where Nolan, the Omni-Man of this dimension, was, promising he would make him pay personally, just as he had in his own.
You felt your throat tighten at his words, but you shook your head quickly, whispering that you couldnât allow such a thing.
Summoning your courage, you gathered a powerful attack. Though hesitant, you released it, and with that single strike you managed to knock him to the ground with surprising ease.
Your hands shook afterward, your voice barely above a whisper as you admitted to yourself that you hadnât wanted to hurt him, but you couldnât let him go after Nolan.
Mohawk Mark
The Statue of Liberty had literally lost its head, and Mohawk Mark seemed to find it far too amusing for your liking. His cruel grin made you shrink back slightly, your fingers fidgeting nervously at your sides.
He was certain he would make you âlose your headâ the same way. His words made you swallow hard, your timid heart racing at the thought.
As soon as he recognized you as âthe heroine killed in his dimension,â he approached with an attitude that felt far too casual and friendly considering the destruction around you. You shifted awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
âWhat happened to you here? Why is your costume so cute and feminine?â he asked mockingly. He didnât remember you like this and clearly didnât expect any version of you to adopt such a style.
His tone made your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and you averted your eyes, quietly wondering what the version of you from his world had looked like. Still, you tried to stammer out a reminder that this wasnât the time for small talk.
Mohawk Mark was violent, far too violent, and his attacks were unpredictable. He enjoyed announcing his next move in painstaking detail, only to strike in a completely different way, leaving you confused and stumbling back timidly with every feint.
His blows werenât weak in the slightest. Between attacks, he insulted you constantly, comparing you to the version of yourself from his dimension. The words stung, and you bit your lip to keep from tearing up, your timid nature making it even harder to ignore his taunts.
Once you grew too exhausted and cornered, you finally unleashed your powers at full strength. A timid flicker of doubt crossed your face: had his version of you ever done this? Judging by his startled reaction, probably not.
In the end, you silenced him once and for all... or at least, nearly so.
Your cheeks were still flushed, your body trembling, but you stood your ground, whispering to yourself that you wouldnât let his mockery break you again.
Full Mask Mark
Sydney had been reduced to ruins, and the one responsible was a Mark variant in a costume unlike any you had seen before. His face was completely hidden, which only made your chest tighten with unease.
At first glance, Full Mask Mark seemed like a ghost. He behaved nothing like the Mark you knew, nor like the other variants you had encountered during your journey to Australia.
You clutched your hands nervously, your heart telling you this difference couldnât mean anything good.
His silence was unnerving. Since you couldnât read his facial expressions, you shivered, a chill crawling up your spine as you wondered what he was planning.
You tried to get his attention with a hesitant, almost shaky attempt at calling out to him, but he ignored you completely. He seemed far more focused on destroying the city than on fighting, which at least gave you some information, but left you feeling embarrassed, as though you werenât even worth noticing.
With no other choice, you were forced to attack him first. The timid part of you trembled at striking first, but frustration bubbled up inside, after all, he had disregarded you for so long.
Full Mask Mark quickly showed interest in your powers. In his dimension, you hadnât had them; you had only been a simple college girl. Nothing particularly exciting, at least not in his eyes.
Well⊠you had been cute, he admitted silently to himself. He had never truly had a crush on you... well, maybe a tiny one, but nothing serious.
He hadnât planned on fighting any superheroes, much less you. But your determination to protect your dimension made you stand out, and he found your timid yet resolute stance almost commendable. You looked small and hesitant, yet still stood firm.
In the end, Full Mask Mark had no choice but to counterattack, all without saying a single word. His silence weighed on you, filling your chest with self-doubt.
You didnât understand why he waited until the very last moment to strike, or why he was so quiet... did he consider you weak? The very thought made your cheeks burn with a mix of irritation and humiliation.
Gathering every ounce of courage, you charged your next attack. When it struck, Full Mask Mark had no way to escape, and you finally proved that you were more than just the timid girl he might have remembered.
Viltrumite Mark
Viltrumite Mark had been the one behind the destruction of Chicago, a Viltrumite soldier just like the ones you had encountered before. Your heart had pounded nervously as you watched him approach, hands fidgeting and shoulders hunched slightly.
You had wondered if he would be much different from the others you faced back then, but communication or negotiation was out of the question.
You had tried with his father before, and it hadnât worked. The ideology of the Viltrumites left no room for compromise. You had feared the same would apply to him... and you had been right.
Viltrumite Mark had only limited information about your powers. In his dimension, your planet had been recently colonized, and months of fighting had just begun. Research on its inhabitants hadnât even fully started.
Still, he knew enough to recognize you as a threat, one that had to be eliminated immediately. The thought made your stomach knot with fear, and you quietly murmured to yourself, hoping you could survive this encounter.
The fight had dragged on for a long time. Viltrumite Mark attacked as if his life depended on it, leaving you trembling and hesitant, yet you kept trying to hold your ground. You attacked over and over, your timid movements hiding the fear that gnawed at your chest.
His resilience was incredible. Even though he bore the same wounds you had inflicted on his father and other Viltrumites, he pressed on without faltering, forcing you to muster every ounce of courage you had.
Finally, you managed to land your final attack. Even Viltrumite Mark could not escape it, and he collapsed under your power. You exhaled shakily, cheeks flushed, still timidly glancing away as you realized you had won.
