#Viltrumites

[gl1tchr]

fuck the empire we do it for the love of the game

[smoosie]

The 'We need to talk' scene

but I've made it into a wet cat short comic

(and it only gets worse for him...)

Bonus secret 5th panel :

(intrusive thoughts so strong they make his brain crash)

[miz-orque]

It's probably just me, but-

[cheemscakecat]

Invincible Spoilers [Viltrumite Thoughts]

When the big purge happened, the most peaceful and well adjusted Viltrumites died because they were deemed “weak”. We know this, the culture died and was replaced with the current regime and ideology. The best parents would have died too, the ones who would never think to kill their kids for being weak.

But the remaining Viltrumites would have still varied in how committed to the cause they were, even if they kept it secret. There would have been couples that really were in love, in private or no. Men and women who managed to crack each other’s hard exteriors and win the soft heart hidden inside.

For all the awful things that twisted love in the empire, the real thing never truly died. Children were still being born to parents that would do everything they could to prove they were strong enough to live. Couples still sacrificed their time for each other and for family. They were people, people vary in how warm they are and how much their career means to them.

The plague is what took out the romantics and the ones who desired children.

It killed the type of people who chose to get to know each other after training, slowly falling in love.

It killed the type who had “lesser” jobs and therefore more free time to enjoy another’s company and raise children.

It killed the generals and soldiers whose children and grandchildren loved their stories about other worlds.

It killed the ones that were getting by in a regime they didn’t fully agree with, but had to live in.

The 50 who survived were the strongest and most loyal to the regime. Thragg being the most deluded of them all and the face of their twisted beliefs.

It left individuals who would never have considered romance or parenthood. The ones who believed that there would always be someone having children

Some, like Anissa, didn’t want anything to do with opening up to somebody or “wasting time” on a child that may be weak. Or like Conquest, whose true love was violence, and only violence.

Others were overachievers that saw romance as a distraction from their training and missions.

I can easily see Nolan after hours in the training room, scoffing to himself at a couple who is spending time on “nothing”. He’s more concerned with the “important things”. Until Debbie corrected him at the baseball game, he hadn’t considered recreation as anything more than a distraction.

[Man was pouting over having to watch little league]

Maybe he never would have taken up writing, if not for the need to keep track of his old missions inconspicuously. Maybe book one started with a short draft that read like a brief report. I picture him begrudgingly going to a human library and checking out books on astronauts. Having to replay finer details of the mission in his head and change them to sound more human. Maybe that’s how he figured out he liked writing.

Kregg and Luthan probably never thought about romance and parenthood until it became their mission. Maybe they had never stopped to think that they might like it. And I doubt they’re the only ones.

If you’ve ever held someone else’s baby and felt scared you’d drop it, you wouldn’t be alone. But humans are pretty good at moving past that fear. We learn how to be gentle from our youth. We know how to handle an infant without hurting it.

Imagine being someone who never thought about having a child, from a world where it’s considered a waste of time with your long lifespan. And then you have to have a baby, because your people are dying off. You were never taught how to be gentle, you were never taught how to care for a baby. But now you must.

I think Nolan was the first to feel a deep, paranoid fear of crushing his child. If a baby Viltrumite is weak, and a human adult is like an ant, how weak must the half-human baby be? Man probably thought he could breathe on Mark wrong and he’d explode.

And then when the others had their kids, they felt the same way. [Except Thragg. He built different.] For the men, this was the easiest to deal with. Nolan, Kregg and Luthan could all leave their children with their wives. It’s normal for the baby to spend its early days close to mom. It gave them time to have breaks from the newfound fear and to get used to handling the baby despite it.

Thula had to handle the baby so much more, but she had a human husband to give her a break when she needed it. When the fear of accidentally crushing the baby got too loud to ignore.

I think the reason Anissa sought out a human husband after everything she did was because she couldn’t handle the baby on her own. Perhaps she thought it was because the babies were part human that all her peers were disgustingly shaken.

But that wasn’t it at all. They all would have still been petrified of hurting the babies even if they were full blooded. They were all petrified because they were responsible for fulfilling a mission none of them were prepared for. One where failure could mean extinction. For the first time in a long time, every new life was valuable in their eyes and the eyes of their regime.

It hadn’t felt so important to these people in particular when the empire flourished. They had never considered the love and sacrifices and fear of failure that “weaker” Viltrumites felt when they raised their kids in the heyday. They sacrificed their time for the cause and didn’t leave room for relationships. None of them knew how much their lives were about to change.

Family became a priority for them when it never was before.

Average child shenanigans surprised them because they never got to experience normal childhoods.

They had to learn how to respond to child’s play.

And how to give advice/discipline a child. It made them think differently over time.

[jamesrb4th]

Honestly I think Mark’s best bet was to tell Conquest that he missed, like, a dozen other versions of himself WAY more into fighting and murdering than he is, and then Conquest would just get really depressed

[lavenderr-starrs]

Viltrumites— Toxic masculinity

Kryptonians— Healthy masculinity

[gl1tchr]

I sortant disagree with your whole "Nolan exerting power over women" yeah he called his wife a pet but at the same time you can see in the show that he really does care for her, when he was in jail he was experiencing new feelings like, longing for Debbie, missing his son, willingly ending his life for what he's done both byba black hole and the Viltrum prison, not because of "toxic masculinity" but because a Viltrumite never needed to feel for his family, they just need and prepare them for combat to conquer other worlds, Nolans time on earth turned him human, if the whole thing was really about toxic masculinity female Viltrumite like Anessa and that knife hair women wouldn't even be mart of the empire, or at least be used a breeding mare rather than soldiers, the Conquest thing also kind of bothers me because the reason he's isolated isn't because "Viltrumite don't like all this violence and bloodshed" it's because he's nuts, they care about expanding their empire, Nolan only cared about expanding their empire albihit via violent bloodshed but he never showed any joy for it, if anything he was trying to make a point to Mark, Conquest is only fighting because he loves bloodshed more than conquering, he says it himself that he "enjoys feeling the warmth of his fists drenched in blood" he encouragés Mark to keep fighting despite him being at his limit, he called slowly pulling Oliver apart "amazing" he's a sadists and does not represent the empires core values

I think you're a bit misguided about how deliberate misogyny has to be! Patriarchal societies can exist with women in them without necessarily turning those women into *slaves*, America is plenty misogynistic and patriarchal and women do still have agency, they're just held to a worse standard that makes it harder for women to reach the same ceiling as men. Nolan may love his wife, but at least until (narratively) recently, he did see his wife as a lesser being who wasn't as important as him. He DOES change and grow and we love that for him, but at one point, he truly thought these things. It's representative of how men uphold patriarchy in their interpersonal lives both with and without intention.

The Conquest point, I think I could've phrased it better! It's not so much they're put off by his desire for violence, but the fact he has a desire at all. That's extremely taboo in fascist societies, you cannot express any desire for personal gain, you must be solely dedicated to the Empire and for Conquest to take joy in something that isn't just Quiet Servitude is too much agency and individualism for a fascist society.

I think an important anecdote to bring up is when Thragg is chewing out Kregg, Lucan, and Anissa, Anissa POINTS OUT that "breeding" for her is a VERY different task for her as a female and Thragg says he doesn't care, he expects her to be as proactive as the men despite pregnancy literally being several times as long of a process as getting someone pregnant. Female Viltrumites are expected to put a LOT more on the line and are just as required to do so as their male counterparts, and that essentially *is* being a broodmare.

[rezonan]

The Plane Problem

Oh no! The plane is going to crash! We need Generic-Superman-clone-man to help us!

Now you're probably thinking, of course, Generic-Superman-clone-man can just simply lift the plane and drop it on the floor. Just like who he's an expy of!

But here's The Plane Problem.

Superman has a quirk of his power that he can lift an object by almost any point and it retains its structural stability. A kind of Tactile telekinesis forcefield around his body he can extend to his body that makes things he holds stronger so they don't break from his strength because super strength means nothing when you're so strong you break anything you try and lift. It also let's him make an anchoring point on the ground that let's him pull a Hancock and let a train crash into him. Because see, no matter how strong and durable you are, if something is moving and it's packs enough force to move your weight, You Will Move. But since Superman can create his own anchoring point on the floor he's cool.

Not only that it also helps avoid another problem with lifting things since the ground needs to be just as stable to carry the weight of what you are lifting. Otherwise you'll end up like pure Bulk here.

This let's Superman kinda break Physics when it comes to how he uses his powers. In Man Of Steel Vol4 #1 Clark explicitly states that things get easier to lift when he's flying. This is because his flight which seems to also be some form of gravity manipulation or Telekinesis let's him create his own leverage to let him lift things easier so he doesn't get the Bulk problem above.

In Superman Returns you can see this version of the character explicitly doesn't have this ability or at least in my opinion has a weak version of this power, He starts to push on one wing to stabilize the aircraft but it tears away. He then has to kinda glide it downwards from the nose, which kinda shouldn't work exactly as shown but is close enough, he probably has a less powerful version of this ability. Other characters like the Viltrumites from Invincible have the explicit ability to 'create their own leverage'.

The best example of the use of this lack of leverage certain expies of the character have is Homelander from The Boys.

In this scene Homelander explicitly says 'You want me to lift the plane, there's nothing to stand on, what do you want me to use air?' or at least something like that.

He's right, since all he has is flight and super strength as in super strength not supes TK. If he tried to lift the plane like he did in the Superman gif above, he would quite literally punch a hole right through the plane and just make it crash faster. Wanna clarify tho, I'm not defending him. There are other ways he could have done this if he was actually competent.

He could have called over the Deep and A train with him, you know actually leading his team. Then try and someone glide the plane into the water by angling it just right from the landing gear, he would probably have to laser the engine out or turn it off some other way. Then once he brings it to the land safely on the water. Then have Deep use his water buddies and A-train run on water to safely get them to land. I wanna clarify it wouldn't exactly be a 100 percent success, people could still die and he could have failed but what makes him evil is that he didn't even try. But yeah that's besides the point of this post

So basically Unless you have certain required secondary abilities to your main powers, you wouldn't be able to do most of the things you see superheroes pulling in stories. That's why things like Superman's forcefield, Iron Man's inertia dampener fields or the Speed Force exists.

[emtropi]

no one:

viltrumites

[miz-orque]

Can we have an episode of these two and the other Viltrumites on earth going bowling.

And a beach episode of them playing volleyball.

[crismakesstuff]

if it were me i would sit all the viltrumites down and make them watch “history of the world, i guess”

just to make them all the more confused about earth

[tlouglazer]

i’m gooning

[invoncible]

RUNNING INTO INVINCIBLE VARIANTS DURING THE WAR ft. mohawk!mark, viltrumite!mark, nogoggles!mark w/ gn!reader

— you were special to them, in another universe... — in which reader is not with the mark in the main universe, but has history w/ the other variants

the news said to stay inside. couldn't they have broadcast just 10 minutes earlier when you weren't in your car on the way to work? heroes resembling invincible were wrecking cities and taking lives left and right, and you were stuck in a traffic jam, trucks and vans crammed against your doors.

you climbed over the center console into the backseat, squeaking in surprise when the car rocked you off balance. some idiot decided to bulldoze through the traffic carelessly.

"fuck." you cursed, hurriedly opening the sunroof, climbing out and sliding down the hood. unfortunately for you, before you could even get off your car, you were stopped by—

MOHAWK!MARK

a joyful whoop made your head snap towards the incoming missile bulldozing through the congested traffic, trampling cars, snapping bodies in half, toppling buildings over onto the highway.

he flew right past you, bumping your car over to the side. your eyes were stuck on the building that was teetering closer and closer to tipping over. the resonating crrrreak sealed your fate as it came crashing down—

this is how i die. you let your eyes fall shut.

they were promptly forced open a second later when invincible crashed into your stomach, throwing you over his shoulders as he bolted out of the area of impact.

"holy shit!" he stopped in the air, holding you up proudly. "y/n!"

"wait!" you gripped him tightly, nails digging into his skin. you coughed when the dust plumed upwards, the fallen building settling against the broken road.

he hissed at the sensation but laughed; laughed like he was a kid in a candy store. "don't worry, i won't drop you. you trust me, don't you?"

"i..." you gasped, catching your breath as you studied him. he looked crazy, but after what he just did, looks wasn't where the insanity stopped. "i don't know who you are."

he frowned momentarily, holding you against him by your waist. "really? this world's me is lamer than i thought. i mean, look at you." he leaned in close, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "you smell the same. god, i missed this." he inhaled deeply, crushing you in his embrace.

you flattened your hands against his chest and pushed him back a little. "what are you—?"

"hey. i saved you. can a guy get a thank you?" he playfully scolded you, but with him, you couldn't tell if he was actually joking or not.

your eyes trailed over the calamity beneath you. thank you? as bewildered as you were, you played into his hands.

"thank you," you mumbled, a small smile spreading on your lips for good measure.

"you're welcome." he grinned, flying over to the top of an untouched building and setting you gently on the roof's surface. you stumbled onto the concrete until his hand steadied you.

"you say you don't know me. but i know you. and we are so good together, baby." mark said softly, backing you onto a wall. for all the blood on his suit, he handled you so gently. "what d'you say? let's get reacquainted."

VILTRUMITE!MARK

your breath caught in your chest as mark shot down from the sky, sending ripples through the asphalt road. you screamed as your vehicle floated in the air for a split second, enough time for your heart to skip a few beats too many.

mark sped over to you, stopping abruptly right in front of your car. the impact of his sonic boom made your car shoot backwards, sending your back into the windshield mirror with such a force that the glass broke under you.

you didn't even have time to blink before he grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards him, dangling you in front of him like a child inspecting a toy.

"you look just like them." he mumbled under his breath, brown eyes narrowing.

you just stared at him dumbly, horrified by the splatters of blood over his otherwise pristine white uniform.

in stark contrast to the barbaric way he introduced himself, he collected you in his arms and floated away from the disaster on the ground.

"wait—" you protested weakly, but he cradled you closer to his chest.

"dad said you'd come around. that after we took over the planet, i could keep you and you'd eventually stop fighting me." he sighed, heavy. "my mother did. she eventually stopped fighting my dad."

your eyes were wide and vulnerable, unable to tear away from who could be your murderer. what was he talking about?

his grip tightens involuntarily. his jaw clenches. why aren’t you reacting the way you should?

"don't you recognize me? or does the invincible of this world direct his... affection somewhere else?"

mark can feel himself getting frustrated by the look of confusion on your face. you didn't recognize him and it makes him want to kill the invincible of this world even more.

on his world he went to earth to conquer it by his father's side. he didn't expect to ... fall in love with you. love is what his father told him he was feeling, a human emotion that he could only have for something small and harmless. like a pet.

"mother will like you," he muses to himself. "it's been a while since she's seen someone from home."

"i don't—"

"shhh." he softened as he looked at you, a ghost of a smile on his face. "i'll take care of you like i promised. it'll be just like before. we'll be so happy together. right?"

something told you to nod your head if you wanted to live.

NOGOGGLES!MARK

"boo!" mark touched down right in front of your car, a wild grin plastered on his face. this bitch looked insane, the wide-eyed delight he had on his face from causing the carnage around him.

you screamed and slapped him impulsively, a loud crack echoing around you. oh fuck. holy shit, i am so dead.

but he laughed. he giggled all giddy and massaged his jaw. "holy shit, you've got a good arm on you. do it again."

"huh?" you spluttered, scrambling up the hood of your car away from him.

"wait," he frowned, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back down the windshield. "i said do it again."

as frightened and perplexed as you were, you couldn't stop your mouth from running. "you... want me to hit you?" what the fuck?

"i'm not gonna ask again." his eye twitched imperceptibly. "c'mon, give it your best shot. it'll be fun!"

when you continued to hesitate, he jerked forward. you flinched, sending your knee into his nose.

"haha!" he beamed, swiping at the trail of blood underneath his nose. "this is more fun than the heroes. you're so..." he gripped your shoulders, squeezing experimentally. "small but—"

your hands curl around his biceps in an attempt to deter him, your nails digging through his suit. he hissed, clicking his tongue as he laughed lowly.

"ughh it sucks that i've gotta go kill some heroes now..." he said under his breath, unmoving as you squirmed against him.

mark leaned back, stretching his arms like he hadn't just been breathing down your neck. "you're lucky I'm in a good mood." he tilted his head, as if reconsidering. "or maybe you’re unlucky. guess we’ll see, huh?" he huffed a laugh, his expression wild.

he took your hand gently, almost sweet, lifting it up and pressing your knuckles against his bruised jaw.

"go on," he whispered. "give me one more for the road?"

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After facing the harsh reality of his existence, the Viltrumite Hybrid finds his footing as hero, surviving hardship after hardship, one may question if he’s actually….

[pastelclovds]

invincible is dragging me back by the ankles

thinking about a human!reader who has lived a pretty decent, normal existence. at least, as normal as it could be with all the hero's trying to exterminate world ending threats daily, and leaving major cities in ruins afterwards. the death of the guardians made the threats worsen over time.

one day, as you were taking your usual midnight stroll, you were stopped by the one and only, omni-man. his only excuse? he said and i quote.

“human, it has come to my attention that you’re releasing strange, aphrodisiacal pheromones; and it has become a problem for me.”

you blink once, twice, thrice, and you’re eyes widened as you finished processing his sentence. you were releasing sexy pheromones?? where was it during your days in college? your vision on omni-man’s flushed face trails down to his pelvic region, where his ragging boner was making itself known beneath his suit.

cue to nolan dragging you to an empty alleyway, stripping you both butt naked, and riding you until you left his hole gaping and filled to the brim with your cum. he let out an uncharacteristic, longing moan as he painted your chest in white.

turns out he’s been wanting you for a while ever since he first caught whiff of your scent that one afternoon a week ago as he was defeating a kaiju.

as for the “aphrodisiacal pheromones” you seem to unknowingly release daily: it only seems to affect nobody else but nolan. you don’t have a problem with it though, as long as you continue to fuck the number one super “hero,” you don’t need anything else.

that’s until mark appears before you with an embarrassed grin and a hard on of his own. then his other variants appeared like beasts in heat, and now conquest. yeah, you’re a viltramite magnet.

[nana-au]

thinking about an alternate mark whose first and only objective in the invincible war is to get to you. you were his first love - his only love, and he's missed you desperately...

in your universe you were too nervous to make a move and now it's too late since mark and eve are basically meant for each other... so when chaos hits and all the invincible variants come to wreak havoc and mark rushes to make sure you're safe, you don't understand why he's not out there saving the world with eve.

you're in his suffocating embrace when you ask him this and he stiffens briefly, before pulling away to look down at you. his eyes so full of adoration and he asks: "who's eve?"