The Conqueror

[timeconqueror]

Ok uh rough overview:

-Mix of MCU and comics, obviously. -Mostly MCU based in terms of vibes and characterisation but ya kno. -He's multiversal he's not beholden to one canon. -Probably gonna ping-pong between The Conqueror, Victor Timely and He Who Remains variants (or are they all the same? Hm? Makes you think.) -Got rough ideas on characterisation but they're too scattered to verbalize fully ya feel me? -You can find the rules over at @metalfeather , or @jademight or @hopefuture too lazy to make a theme and pages on this blog. Just don't be a dick tbh, its that simple.

[timeconqueror]

You know? You know.

[medusx]

The great conquerer’s words frighten & insult her both. Desperation & helplessness had lead their people to this moment in time — backed into a corner by the Mad Titan, urged into the dirt upon hands & knees by their King, with only her left to help the fallen back to their feet. This was never meant to be her role. She was never meant to decide anything, only decipher.

All her choice had been taken away the moment when her parents told her she would one day marry Blackagar. Now she was burdened by choice, by questions without answers & no one to look upon for them.

Heart seized at the mention of Ahura, jaw clenched, navel tightened. She would see for herself, set her own eyes upon him after all this time. To remove the last image of him that burned behind her eyelids & haunted her dreams. The fright upon his face, their last embrace, watching him as she sent him through the door Eldrac had summoned for him: thinking she was sending him to safety.

She had sent him to his doom.

The thought of her own precious son taking Kang’s place sent a chill down her spine, his strange & maniacal smile causing the ends of her living hair to recoil inward. How could Black Bolt leave their son to this mad man? She knew her King held little love for the boy, but she had hoped his love for her would have kept Ahura safe.

Such games he plays for his own amusement. Medusa can only imagine what sort of trials Kang has put her boy through. What can she offer him in return? She cannot give him the throne. She would give him Maximus if only she knew where to find him… There is only one thing she can think of that would interest him, one thing that their people have kept secret, hidden & safe since the beginning of their time in the universe. The source of their incredible & unique powers — their sacred Terrigen.

But Blackagar had destroyed it all…

There were whispers & rumours of a hidden cache within the palace walls. So far their searches had been fruitless, but what else could she do? What else could she offer? There was nothing to offer except herself in her son’s place — she would not sacrifice another, she would not become a ruler like her husband, with no regard for the wants of others.

“I would offer the equivalent of what Ahura’s life is worth.” she told him, finding courage to speak sternly, taking a few, careful strides toward him. “Each of us is unique, our gifts bestowed upon us by the Terrigen Mists. The caste system was abolished in Attilan because you cannot put a value on the gifts of any individual.”

The Council had made a mistake when they decreed her son too dangerous to live. Her husband had been mistaken in agreeing with them. She had been wrong in allowing it all to happen. It was not the circumstances of his lineage that defined Ahura, it was the circumstances of his upbringing. They were mistaken in treating him like any other denizen.

“I, however, can.”

They were mistaken in forgetting the strength of a mother’s love.

“I will give you what is as precious & rare as my son — I will give you the last remnants of our sacred Terrigen Crystals.”

Medusa would doom the future of their people for a chance to spent the rest of hers with her boy.

[timeconqueror]

A brow rises, slight, yet in a sense seemingly exaggerated for a conqueror as iron as he, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In the grand scheme of things, it was an empty gesture. History would show that the Inhumans, despite everything, despite the intervention of the Gods Themselves, would endure. Always starving, always striving, but always being.

But she did not know that. And it was the thought that counted. The sacrifice. The desperation.

"You would do this? Sacrifice your people's future just to save your son's soul?" Strength of a mother. Bonds of love. No greater prison.

"Tell me, beloved queen, is it only love that motivates you so-- Or is there something else? Something more?" He stays put, letting the queen come as close as she wished, if she ever posed any danger he had multitudes of safeguards in place. Time, as ever, was on his side.

"After all, your husband has betrayed you, acted behind your back, against your wishes. You sit on a throne-- was it ever made for you? Do your people see you for you, or as the mouth of a Silent King?" His smile grows, head tilted in genuine inquisitiveness. They were all in prisons of titles. King, queen, mother, father, ruler, conqueror. Was there ever room for I in such things? Could someone selfless, be selfish?

"To betray someone who has seldom cared for you is hardly betrayal at all, no? Keep talking, you have my attention."

[medusx]

There was only so much that her husband could hide from her. Decades spent reading the scripture upon the lines of his face, the myriad stars within his deep blue eyes. Trying so desperately to locate that one shining light that he kept so well hidden from her…

Her sun.

Left cold & pale & withering without his warmth, in this time of great upheaval & uncertainty. Without Black Bolt to weave orders for her to follow upon his brow, all was left to her now. The fate of their people, the terrible pollution sickness of Earth, the disbandment of their family. Everything fell to her while he, what? Played God with his mad brother & those foolish mortals that called themselves the Illuminati?

Fine — he could do what he liked. But she would have her son by her side in whatever time the universe would allow her.

The mighty Kang sheds his fearsome countenance before her, a show of good will. She wonders if he has already been here, has already heard this conversation, has already decided what will transpire between them. Black Bolt & Gorgon would prefer to decree their war cry, but Medusa now had the final say. The Queen of Inhumans was tired of war — she would not risk another loss. Especially the most precious loss of all, one that she has endured for the last fifteen years.

She would have Ahura home.

“No.” she agrees. She would bow in turn if it meant anything. She would beg before his feet for her son’s release if it meant anything.

“Arrangements were made between you & King Black Bolt — you would protect our son from Thanos is his search for the one he sired, at the cost of Ahura’s enslavement. While I thank you for his ardent protection I must ask that we now make new arrangements, as this one was struck without my knowledge or consent.”

He is mine. Black Bolt has no claim — he is my son & how dare he be bargained off like a spoil of war.

“I am reluctant to show my hand so quickly, Kang, but I’ve no intention to waste your time, or mine. Let us spare needless negotiations & tell me — what would you have in place of my son?”

Whatever the price, she would pay it.

[timeconqueror]

When one had lived as long as he had, things often grew...dull. Human minds were not meant to endure so long, after all. There came a point where the cyclical nature became all too apparent.

Alexander, after all, had wept once there were no more words to conquer.

What was Kang? An idea? A force? A student's thesis taken to its most extreme? A weapon made, sharpened, by itself, for itself, against itself. Time's very own jester, made to dance for its amusement. How many times could he find himself, shed himself, make himself anew?

Exhaustion clung so deep to his bones.

"Enslavement." He hums at that, hands clasped together, slow and steady steps taken back and forth as he pondered the queen's words. "What do you get the man who has everything? Who has done everything?" Theoretical question, of course, but he lets it hang in the air all the same.

"Your husband, the great king, Blackagar Boltagon, came to me with something rarer than any treasure-- The element of surprise. For him to offer his child so, the desperation and helplessness that must have lead him to my feet. There aren't many things that pique my curiosity in such a way."

"Your son is fine, by the way. Perhaps, in time, he will grow up to be a great general, maybe even a king. Perhaps he will try to usurp me and take on my mantle. Perhaps he will become a healer. Ah, the unbound potential of one so young." That, he smiles at. He smiles at the potential timelines, the avenues; He smiles at the king's foolishness, his shortsightedness; He smiles at the complication at the heart of the royal family. A house build on weak foundations...

"I appreciate your candor, and as such I will return it with honesty of mine own. What would the great Queen of the Inhumans offer in return for her son? Show me your imagination. Interest me."

[timeconquerora]

On one hand I think Rama-Tut is very boring and bland

On the other hand

These are some Rama-Tut vibes I fear

[timeconqueror]

@medusx gets a thing

There were many metaphors for time. A river that flowed in both directions, a mountain that was ever insurmountable, a series of highways that some ran on in incredible speeds. For him, in this second of this hour of this day, it was a series of markers. Little points of light that created its own shape despite whatever surrounded it. Time was everchanging, its details forever in flux, people naught but copies of copies of copies. How could you care for a copy? How would you keep track?

Enter, a marker. Stride of royalty, fury of maternity. He doesn't need to ponder from which timeline she came forth from.

"Your highness." Blue shimmers to give way to his natural complexion, a slow turn as he meets her gaze, the smallest bow of the head in a curtsy.

"I assume this is not a social call."

[mndvx]

CANDRA / X-TERNAL and RAMA-TUT / KANG THE CONQUEROR in X-MEN ’97 — Rise Of Apocalypse: Part 2 (S02E04)

[aenslem]

The Timeless Children // The Power of the Doctor

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

[ctae]

WONDER MAN 2026, dir. Destin Daniel Cretton Ep. 1, "Matinee"

[mndvx]

X-MEN ’97 — Rise Of Apocalypse: Part 2 (S02E04)

[timeconquerora]

Like okay listen

Nathaniel Richards, born in the late 1800s, getting that TVA handbook, becoming 'Victor Timely' because everyone needs a stage name (also dodging taxes if necessary), post Loki S2 he manages to hitch a ride to 31st century because wow future science is so dope (during which time he works through his speech impediment etc)

Then the whole Multiversal War thing happens, he tries to escape through time, ends up in Ancient Egypt with a busted spaceship, becomes Rama-Tut, that's the time during which he starts becoming forged into a proper warrior and tactician

Then he fixes his spaceship, goes all 'Fine I'll fight the war and fucking WIN IT--' becomes Kang, then [insert 60 years of Marvel Comics history]

and then he becomes He Who Remains

And then he does it all over again

[timeconquerora]

The peace between realities... erupted into all-out war, each variant fighting to preserve their universe and annihilate the others.

He remembers the fire, the desperation, the aching in his muscles as he threw himself into the Time Sphere as everything crumbled around him. Nathaniel Richards was a scientist, not any of these 'Kang's that descended upon his world.

The explosion nearly blinded him as he punched in the coordinates, anywhere, anywhen was preferable to the carnage he was in.

And so, he fell, across time, across space; gone were the wonders of the 31st century, the advancements, the buildings that threatened to piece the sky; replaced instead with antiquity, the endless dunes of history.

He was weak, then, washed ashore on the banks of the Nile, possessing naught but his intellect and the torn clothes on his back. He would be found by some travelling merchants, whom he would travel the sands with; learn the ways of the times, the means of keeping himself from harm. He would not be known as Nathaniel, then, no. He would have a new name, one bestowed upon him by those who witnessed his arrival, wreathed in golden flame as he crashed upon the Nile.

The Visitor from Beyond the Sun.

Rama-Tut.

Perhaps Nathaniel Richards could not save himself; perhaps he was too weak, too innocent. Perhaps the fires of Egypt could forge him anew. Rama-Tut, rising up from the ashes of Nathaniel's lost future. If he could survive there, in those ancient times with only his wits and what little technology he still possessed, then he would be able to survive anything. He could repair his ship, travel back in time, get back what was taken from him.

Perhaps, one day, the conquered would become the conqueror.

[acecroft]

ALAN WAKE II

[timeconqueror]

Beloved.

[timeconqueror]

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

[timeconqueror]

Pookie <3