#Viltrumites

[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.

[sweetrabbitteamx]

Maybe I spend way too much time thinking about viltrumites doing silly and wholesome stuff but I'm just girly girlie and can you imagine Conquest with an apron around his waist making soup and bread from scratch while his cat chill on the counter and they live in a small cottage somewhere and he's also really into gardening???

[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

[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

[instructionsonback]

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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….

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 10

Mark Grayson + Alien Biology

I wanted to write viltrumite reader stuff, and I figured out this was a great way to explore my viltrumite biology headcanons.

Warning about blood and the likes in this, as viltrumites are a very… violent people. Readers got a moustache, cuz hes a viltrumite.

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Space was vast and borderline endless, and with less than 50 viltrumites left, Mark hadn’t expected to run into any of them. Least of all you, who happened to be one of Thraggs favoured sparring partners, making you one of the few, if not the only viltrumite left that had the powerful leader on his toes. You were more than just strong, you were smart. Scary smart. Which was also how you had so easily tracked down invincible.

Mark knew it would have most likely been a fight to the death, that’s what it had started out as anyways. All the blood and violence, the two of you crashing through asteroids and planets, carving tunnels through the very makeup of worlds and societies homes.

He had kept his head on straight in the beginning, even if Mark felt his blood bubbling and rushing through his body like a shaken soda bottle, the bubbles only seeming to grow worse as more blood was spilled. The pain was almost unbearable, but part of it had him feeling more alive than any other thing ever had made him feel.

At some point during the fight Mark must have bitten you, as your upper torso was naked, the fabric of your uniform having been shredded. There was a slowly bleeding wound on your shoulder in the shape of his teeth, Mark feeling a hot syrupy feeling pour down his spine and pooling in his abdomen.

He felt… hot. Mark audibly panting as his mouth hung open, the googles of his suit having been shattered when the fight started. He was much younger than you, you were in your thousands, but there was still something interesting about him. Maybe it was just the fact that he was nothing more than a half breed, and had survived your punches, even if you hadn’t even used half your strength.

Or maybe it was the thick scent of arousal rolling off him. It was a viltrumite scent through and through. You had only met very few humans, and had smelled even less when aroused, but the scent was different. For viltrumites it was closer to the scent of bloodlust, of conquest and absolute dominance. For humans it just felt hungry, like a weak creature wanting to copulate.

You had a feeling that Mark didn’t fully know what he was feeling. Any smart viltrumite would have turned the battle from deadly to more carnal, if only to save what few remained of your species, but Mark kept taking pot shots at you and letting out guttural noises that had to be the human in him. His suit did little to hide the hard shape of his arousal either. You almost wanted to curl your nose at the sight, had his father not even taught him to control himself?

It was pitifully easy to finally pin Mark down. You only needed one hand to do so, straddling his torso and simply holding his hands above his head as he almost snarled, barring his bloody teeth at you like a cornered animal. His nose was bleeding, there were multiple bleeding cuts on his body, and from the looks of it there were at least three broken bones, and yet he still wriggled and spat at you.

Mark only seemed to register what he had been feeling when you tore his suit off him like butter, staring from his neck and down. Part of you wanted to scold him for being so indecent about his arousal, any true viltrumite would know how to control their slit and breeding appendage.

But even you were perplexed when you tore what ugly suit of his all the way down to his thighs, and were met with a sight you weren’t used too. He didn’t have the usual tools of a viltrumite. His breeding appendage was outside his body, as well as hard and oozing against his stomach. Out of curiosity you released his wrists to reach down and fondle that little pouch under it, not reacting to the fact that his now free hands had started clawing at you again.

“You truly are just a half breed” you mumble, more to yourself than anything, but it was enough for Mark to pull himself out of that unfamiliar steamy thirst for blood and dominance. Seeing him so easily pull himself from the instinctual need to always be in control and have your way was yet another interesting sight, you could only assume it was his human half again.

“What’s that… what’s that supposed to mean” Mark croaks out, eyes settled on your bloody hands inquisitively exploring his twitching hardness like it was something you hadn’t seen before. Normally the sight of blood on his body would have made Mark heave, but for some reason knowing it was his and your blood? It only fuelled that new unfamiliar feeling inside him.

“True viltrumites do not leave themselves vulnerable like this” you rumble out, giving his sensitive appendage a squeeze, raising a slow brow as the half breed arches off the ground with a howl, spilling white all over himself. It was cute, in a way. The young half breeds scent only grew thicker, and leaning down with a sniff confirmed that what he had spilled all over himself was what had caused it.

You knew you should just kill him, but that would be such a shame. Sure, he wasn’t a full viltrumite, and didn’t even pose a threat to you, but it could at least be interesting to keep him around. “W-what are you doing” he whimpered, his hands much softer now as they grabbed onto your hair, his noises too enchanting to be those of a viltrumite. Viltrumites didn’t moan, they growled, snarled, yelled and roared, they never let anybody make them weak enough to moan like this. And yet, Mark allowed it.

The taste of his spend, his seed, was foreign on your tongue, but it wasn’t a bad taste. His little chest was cute too, Mark jolting and twitching as your moustache tickled his skin. So, his skin was more sensitive too, he truly was endearing. Your tongue was hot against his skin, it seemed his body temperature was slightly lower than yours as well.

Licking up his neck let you feel the pulse thrumming under his skin, you almost wanted to sink your teeth in and wrench your head back, just because his vulnerable veins were so close to the surface. It was a miracle he had lived so long, when he was so weakly built. Marks lips were soft against yours, his noises still huffing out between your lips as his arms curled around your neck, pulling you closer instead of trying to break it like most other viltrumites would have done.

How odd, his tongue wasn’t smooth, it had little bumps across the surface. Not enough to be annoying, but enough to be felt against your own. It wasn’t as flexible or as long as your own either, the tip of your tongue easily tickling the back of his throat as Mark gagged, yet moaned at the feeling.

He was rubbing against you again, dragging his dripping length across your muscular stomach as Marks legs hooked around your hips. You had little experience in kissing, there was no need for it in your culture. You didn’t have intercourse for fun, it was only a process to breed and to dominate, but having Mark huff and pant into your mouth as he wiggled about let you see why humans were so obsessed with it.

“Let me show you what I meant” you mumble against his lips, giving the roof of his mouth a lick before pulling back, your lips almost twitching upwards at the way he tried to chase you. There were some flickers in his eyes, like Mark wasn’t sure what to do, his human and viltrumite nature battling between submitting to you, or fighting you again.

Pulling down what remained of your suit seemed to settle for him, as Mark laid back on his elbows to watch, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he saw… nothing. There was nothing there, but length of flesh, and no balls, it almost looked like the body of a ken doll.

“Confused, half breed?” you grumble, amusement clear in your voice, what looked like the starts of a very small smile on your lips. It took some focusing on your part, to manually let your slit split open, having to reach down and assist in pulling it open. You hadn’t had any use for it for a very long time, so it took a little for the prehensile length to slide out.

“W-what the hell is that” Mark choked out, eyes wide as he watched what had to be your dick slide out. It was a deep red, like your blood, except for the small bumps and blunt spikes clearly meant for hanging on to assist in breeding, but not to harm too much, they had a purple tinge to them.

Mark didn’t know if he should do, or how he should react, even if that warm hot honey-like feeling was telling him to simply lay back and let you take your price. You had won, after all. So, unless he wished to die, he better let you have your way with him.

“This is what the body of a true viltrumite looks like. And here I thought you were simply a pervert who cared not for politeness. But it turns out you simply can’t control it” you hum, letting your prehensile length curl around his, the soft bumps rubbing against his skin and making Mark gasp and pant again.

Mark was mostly limp as you sat back and pulled him into your lap, letting him wrap his arms and legs around you, since he wouldn’t be able to hurt you anyways. “Go on, Mark. Show me how your humans like it” you rumble into his head as Mark rubs his face against your shoulder, panting against the wound still present there. It had stopped bleeding a while ago, but Mark still lapped at it with his strange tongue, as if trying to draw out any more of your powerful blood to wash against his tastebuds.

He moved like a man possessed, chasing his pleasure as he thrust into the writhing tube your own breeding appendage made, the half breed keening whenever those blunted soft spikes dug into the veins correctly. You got some pleasure out of it, sure, but it was nowhere near the amount Mark seemed to get as he moaned and whined. You didn’t find yourself annoyed by him though, simply letting him cling to you as you held him, letting him fuck himself as he craved.

Seeing his strange human-like appendage spill again was fascinating, your own length squeezing around his tighter to try and milk out more of it, making Mark whimper wetly against your neck. It seemed he needed time to rest between loads, how interesting.

It was a different experience for you, to sit there and simply hold another person, but the half blood clearly needed it, his scent all over the place and yearning for touch. It was only when you were sure he had returned to himself, at least somewhat, that you started drawing your own length back into your body.

Mark let out a noise, something high pitched and needy as he almost scrambled out your lap. The muscles in your torso tensed, ready for him to return to his blood thirsty haze, only for his mouth to descend onto your ribbed length. “W-what in the, what are you doing” you grunt, grabbing the back of his head, staring down at him with a hard expression.

“Do you guys… not have mouth stuff?” Mark questioned, his expression lax but confused, it reminded you a bit of those images you had seen of human dogs. “Mouth stuff?” you grunt, still not knowing what he meant. Was he trying to put your breeding shaft into his mouth? But why, there was no need for that, it didn’t assist in what it was there for. You were not shocked that humans had created something like this, with how obsessed they were with copulating.

“Let me show you, this time” Mark panted, a new determination flickering to life in his eyes as he wrapped his soft lips around one of your more vulnerable body parts. It sent a flash of heat up your spine, all the way up to your brain, sparks of pleasure coiling around inside your body. Maybe human ideas weren’t… too bad. You would have to study this, and you had an inkling that Mark wouldn’t be against helping you in your endeavours.

[artbyblastweave]

On reflection I'm realizing that a really prominent thematic throughline in Invincible, indeed, in a lot of Kirkman's writing, involves taking a character who's trying to Make A Hard Utilitarian Choice and going, hey, hang on, did you actually need to do that or are you just chasing the high of being Adrian Veidt. Were you actually in between a rock and a hard place here or did you do something expedient and thoughtless to try and resolve the situation at hand, which you now feel the need to dress up after the fact in the language of self-sacrifice even though it's some other guy's arterial spray all over your nice outfit. Are you actually in this for the omelet or do you just really enjoy the tactile sensation of breaking eggs

[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.

[gutterfuuck]

Human!Mark with a Super-powered/Viltrumite!Reader

It’s cute he’s so possessive, as if we wouldn’t break him like a twig... 🙈

THISSSS this is incredible!! i am going crazy!!

i love this idea so much,, perhaps reader is an child of thragg. i am now putting my little headcanon in where i think that mark would have glasses and braces… real nerdy guy x girl that is only gentle with him… cute dynamic hehe!!

this is sfw since im writing a full fic currently, just some headcanons maybe to get the concept out there!! the fic will be called “the perfect girl”

cw: nothing really, as i have stated this is short, maybe a blurb? i am not sure haha,

the youngest viltrumite to be sent to conquer a planet. you’re sent to earth to take over another viltrumite’s mission that was supposedly cut short due to his untimely death. as soon as you burst onto the scene you’d had everyone’s attention; splattering kaijus like they were bugs, stopping criminals with your presence alone, saving those who were weaker, more susceptible to danger. you’re quick to rise as a favourite of the public, surpassing even the guardians in popularity.

mark meets you at a comic book signing at a con because of course he does. you’re there because you find humans interesting, that and you’d caught wind of a possible attack incoming at the event. you doubted they’d actually come along seeing as you’d made your presence known and you weren’t too kind with your beatdowns. you’d never admit it, but you found this type of media entertaining, the stories would interest you. even though you were a viltrumite, there wasn’t any law that said you couldn’t have a little bit of fun. (you also somewhat enjoyed the fame and the fanbases that had cultivated around you since you decided you didn’t need a superhero name, your name was good enough)

brown eyes stare at you through thick framed glasses, sparkling with interest and recognition, a goofy braced sideways smile forming on his face. you raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over your chest as you stared dead into his eyes. mark almost dropped the stacks of comic books he held in his arms, you were ethereal. he’d seen you on tv, you were all over the newsfeeds sometimes so you were hard to avoid. he thought you were beautiful before, thought you looked like an angel now. other people had gotten pictures with you earlier so he was sure there wouldn’t be a problem if he asked.

he got his picture but you had gotten his number, watched him walk away with pink cheeks, caught in a sort of daze. mark felt so comfortable to you, so… familiar..? maybe all humans weren’t so bad, mark was proof of that.

when you’d come over for dinner with his family one night, you’d finally worked out why. you’d never met nolan, but had heard stories about him growing up on viltrum. he’d been priming the planet for invasion but had been killed which put a cap on things until your arrival about two and a half years ago after you’d proved yourself worthy. you had the shock of your life when you sat at the table and squinted at your boyfriend’s father, heart dropping when you connected the dots. you and mark had been together for months now, you’d know if he was a viltrumite… had the great nolan faked his own death and fathered an offspring with no powers? you almost scoffed at the irony. what a tired and cowardly old man, the karma of having a child with no abilities must have been damning enough. you thought about you and mark’s potential future children and a warmth washed over you, the same warmth that made you feel all gooey and sickly sweet inside.

“tell me about your planet.” he’d say, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the stars together, “ah, viltrum… haven’t you heard of it before?” you questioned, head tilted into his. you couldn’t wait to report back in a few years, couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how you’d found nolan and he hadn’t been killed… but mark would’ve been heartbroken. you couldn’t do that to him, not yet at least, it seemed cruel. plus, he had no idea what a viltrumite was, though your pride as a viltrumite felt attacked as you’d figured his father hadn’t even mentioned mark’s background to him.

you told tall tales about how you’d created the best civilisation, how your kind helped other planets and those less fortunate… you’d tell him the truth eventually, you’d have to seeing as you wanted to keep mark for as long as human lifespans allowed you to. he would open his mouth and his eyes would widen in awe, saying something about how you were like a character from his comic books which made you nod in turn, the conversation slowly changing to the subject of the comic book he’d been talking about. before you met mark, you would’ve probably never been able to experience life in such a human way. before it felt as if you had no sense of individuality, now it felt like you couldn’t stop being yourself even if it was a little alien to you.

[sweetrabbitteamx]

Viltrumites are so fucking hot. My god. Thula???? Kregg my beloved??????? Also Lucan and Vidor????? Oh my god. I'm so gay.

[supercap2319]

Getting fucked in the ass by Mark while sucking off Omniman

"You see, Mark, every good superhero needs a friend to keep them grounded. And every good Viltrumite needs a slut to get them off." Nolan moans as he feels Y/N's lips around his cock.

Omni-Man knew his son Mark had a boyfriend and he and his wife accepted that, but he never could have fathomed that Mark's boyfriend would be so eager to suck his cock and let Mark fuck him in a spit roast. Both Viltrumite took him into the air and fucked him senseless.

"God, Y/N! You're such a good slut." Mark said.