[viltrumtraitor]

#VILTRUMTRAITOR: i had to go back to being a viltrumite. i had to do what i was put there to do — whether i wanted to or not.

an independent & selective, 21+ mutuals only portrayal of NOLAN GRAYSON / OMNI-MAN of INVINCIBLE. primarily show-based, but with influence from the comics. crossover & oc friendly. potentially triggering themes present. est. 4/21/24.

not spoiler-free for the show. comic spoilers will be tagged "comic spoilers". i scarcely follow first. personal blogs dni.

A STUDY IN — blood you can't wash off your hands, conflicting loyalty, defying your nature, living with your regrets, and becoming more human than soldier.

info. / memes. / threads.

AFFILIATED WITH — @nvincbl.

[talescriashope]

TALESCRIA'S HOPE is a 21+ discord rp server set within the invincible (show) universe, with the inclusion of other superhero crossover & ocs. if interested, read the rules -- then send an ask or dm!

[talescriashope]

TALESCRIA'S HOPE is a 21+ discord rp server set within the invincible (show) universe, with the inclusion of other superhero crossover & ocs. if interested, read the rules -- then send an ask or dm!

[viltrumtraitor]

okay soooo.... ive been meaning to make a post like this for a bit, but its slipped my mind until now. uhh. hi guys! fuck i've been gone from here for a while. i've been pretty much only rping in a server for the past several months, but i do want to come back here.

thing is, i'm not really sure where to start. i have a lot of stuff in my drafts that.... honestly, i'm probably not keeping all of it? it's kind of intimidating to look at. i might keep things that i can find muse for, that is if people would want to continue them but... otherwise i'm probably gonna start fresh. i'll figure out what i want to do but. yeah.

[viltrumtraitor]

man what the hell. what the fuck. hahahaa. im fine and completely normal about all of this

[viltrumtraitor]

do you guys think that when nolan woke up from that coma after killing the guardians, he was just groggily coming back to his senses before the realization struck him that his friends were dead, and that he'd killed them. that he wasn't just waking up after being injured by a kaiju or something less significant. and then if debbie were in the room with him the moment he woke up, needing to bury those feelings down around her and act like he was just the sole survivor in that same attack

[emeraldbuilt]

"I know a guy who also wears a red cape. Gotta say he wears it with more honor than you @viltrumtraitor if what I've heard is right - and by all accounts it is."

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[viltrumtraitor]

"yeah, i might know who you mean. got comparisons to one such hero a lot, back in the day," he recalls, with an ounce of weariness. people likening him to a real hero, one that doesn't turn around and hurt those he's meant to protect— it's something he doesn't like thinking of now.

a frown grows, although it's born of reflection, rather than annoyance towards anything the man's said. "i'm not about to pretend to be innocent. but i don't intend to hurt anyone else."

[rebelpuff]

“   nope.   ”

she   POPS   the   p   with   a   glee   that   comes   naturally   only   when   someone   else   is   annoyed.   it's   almost   the   truth   ,   and   there's   no   shame   associated   with   it.   heroing   isn't   exactly   conductive   to   friendships   when   you   don't   have   a   secret   identity   —   when   you   can't   get   away   from   it   no   matter   what   you   do.   she's   lost   count   of   the   people   who   have   DRIFTED   away   because   she   and   her   sisters   didn't   have   the   time   to   lounge   around.   robin   got   used   to   it   ,   eventually.   mitch   got   used   to   it.   beyond   that   ,   she   doesn't   really   have   friends   who   aren't   a   part   of   this   lifestyle.   (   adding   them   brings   her   up   to   FOUR   total   friends.   she's   at   an   all   time   high.   )   but   she   can't   imagine   any   of   that   would   be   news   to   him.   same   hat   and   all   that.

“   i   already   picked   a   fight   with   the   devil.   i'm   all   out   of   fun   people   to   piss   off   ,   ”   she   says.   also   true.   as   evil   as   him   is   ,   they've   mellowed   in   their   old   age.   and   she   knows   all   their   moves.   him   never   tries   a   plan   TWICE   but   they   do   stick   to   a   routine   in   battle.   it's   monotonous.   she's   figured   it   all   out.   she's   BORED.   new   guy   looks   like   he'd   be   interesting.   unless   all   those   muscles   are   for   show   and   he   doesn't   have   the   superstrength   to   match.   he   looks   like   he's   holding   back.   something   about   that   makes   her   want   to   BREAK   it.   she   loves   a   good   fight.   

“   whatcha   packing   anyway   ?   i'm   guessing   flight   and   superstrength   and   speed   and   all   the   normal   powers   ,   yeah   ?   ”

[viltrumtraitor]

somehow, her answer doesn't surprise him. though nolan can barely pass judgment, given that most of those he could call himself close to consist of the very same guardians of the globe he fights alongside on a regular basis— them or those associated. maybe there's a few people here and there that his wife had introduced him to, though he considers them more her friends than his.

"oh— great." with those two words, there's just enough inflection to accent the sarcasm falling from them. a corner of his mouth pulls with a bitten back comment, as he briefly considers asking if it'd ended with her annoying said devil back to hell. that seems like the most likely scenario from what he's seen.

"yeah, all that and i'm pretty much indestructible," spoken nonchalantly, even shrugging a hand at it like it's not a big deal. being able to heal from would-be fatal wounds, and most he deals with seldom ever getting him anywhere near that point in the first place is basically the same thing with less words.

he only faintly ponders what her own deal is, likewise unacquainted with whatever powers she might have. the urge to make a dry quip doesn't pass by him this time. "i'd ask if yours is what you're trying to do right now, but i don't think that'd get you far with a lot of what we fight."

[viltrumtraitor]

was randomly thinking about how pretty much any of nolan's partners are probably going to be subjected to him picking them up and flying with them at some point. honestly the first time he might even do it spontaneously, not really thinking beyond it being something he personally enjoys being able to do, that he wants to share with them.

and if they reacted badly, or panicked about... you know, being off the ground, he'd make sure to only do so after getting their permission, and not press it if it's something that they don't like because of heights or some other reason. and he'd make sure he wasn't flying too fast for them either, whatever makes them comfortable.

also if they offhandedly mention wanting to visit some place some day, even if it's way across the world, catch him instantly considering his schedule clear. he's taking them now. or at least bringing it up. alternatively, if somebody just wants something in particular that he has to fly far out for, guess what? he's still going to drop everything he's doing to get it for them. he's very much about acts of service.

[thenten]

@viltrumtraitor liked for a starter!

The Viltrumite's high-speed flight would quite suddenly be intruded upon by a red shape somehow pulling beside (and possibly even a bit ahead) of him in the air, revealing itself as an unfamiliar, manta-like creature remarkably keeping pace next to him.

Clearly not aggressively, though, as it would turn to wave & smile.

"Salutations!" The Aerophibian greeted casually, as if they weren't both currently blasting through the air at incredible speeds. "Don't suppose you can spare the time for some questions? You're clearly in a hurry, but you can trust that I won't be slowing you down.

Awesome cape, by the way!"

[viltrumtraitor]

going at this speed, there's not too many things that manage to keep up with him in the air. so, once the creature emerges into view — one he's unfamiliar with, surprise cracks ever so slightly into his features, only staring wordlessly as it greets him.

"uh— alright. thanks?" he replies with mild confusion and the raise of a brow. if they had negative intentions, they probably wouldn't be simply flying alongside him and asking to talk. "i can't say i usually have somebody drop in on one of my flights to ask questions." or at all, really. but he guesses there's a first for everything.

a brief shake of his head, seeming that he's already gotten past the absurdity of it while he focuses on the sky ahead of them. "what exactly did you seek me out for?"

[regulus-regent]

Vegeta's gaze remained intense as he scrutinized the newcomer. The man's nonchalant demeanor and billowing cape did little to ease Vegeta's wariness. He could sense the unfamiliar power radiating from him, and it set Vegeta on edge. However, the stranger's civility and apparent confusion about his own presence here made the Saiyan prince reconsider his approach.

"You're on Earth, a couple of miles from West City" Vegeta replied, his tone still guarded but slightly less harsh. "And if you don't know how you got here, that makes two of us wondering what kind of mess we're dealing with."

He uncrossed his arms, taking a step closer to Nolan, still wary but willing to extract more information. "This isn't exactly the kind of place where people just 'wander' without a purpose. If you got here by accident, it could mean there's something—or someone—behind it."

Vegeta paused, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't afford to ignore any potential threat, especially not one with this level of power. But he also recognized that this man could hold valuable information or even be a potential ally, if handled correctly.

"So" he said, his tone shifting to one of cautious curiosity, "do you have any idea what kind of power brought you here? Or where you were before this?"

[viltrumtraitor]

in contrast to nolan's own calmer disposition, he's aware of the other man's eyes on him, like daggers, as though expecting him to turn and become a danger. and given that he'd done just that in another location far from here, he thinks to himself that it's not unwarranted, regardless of who he is now. from the frigid air radiating off this man, he half expected him to ignore his inquiry completely.

"i'm afraid i don't know much more than you do. the last thing i recall is traveling through space." winding up in the wrong dimension now and again isn't something he's a stranger to, with occurences of interdimensional invasions on his own earth. but this time, he has little recollection as to what led him here.

"what i do know is that earth exists in my world— but from what i've observed so far, it's nothing like this one." a tilt of his head is accompanied by an open hand gesturing out towards their surroundings.

his own eyes become a touch more serious as he mulls over vegeta's response to his arrival. "does everyone else get this warm of a welcome, or does this place not get a lot of visitors?"

[patchworkcowboy-archive-deactiv]

The Viltrumite is frustratingly calm and composed as he angrily rants about his painful past and even as he points a gun in his face. The man is likely assuming the gun is a normal one... Is he really dumb enough to think that someone as tormented by the colonization of his home planet wouldn't figure out a way to hurt the ones that hurt him back? Oh what he'd give to read the Viltrumite's mind...

He doesn't get much of a reaction out of Omni-Man until he shifts into Invincible. Good. Let it be shocking, let it hurt... The hell he's putting Omni-Man through is only a fraction of the nightmare he's experienced since losing his parents and his home. The mention of wiping out his own race for the sake of safety earns him a bitter laugh from Patchwork Jack. "Your kind has always been good at killing, haven't they?"

He lowers the gun but doesn't put it away. Anger still rages in his veins, making his blood boil. But despite the heat in his heart his mind can't help but note that having a Viltrumite to fight other Viltrumite's would be handy. "Save Earth even though they hate you. Save this whole solar system and then maybe I'll believe you. Maybe I'll even help you. But only if you say please."

[viltrumtraitor]

biting as his remark is, the truth behind it is something he can hardly justify being offended by. viltrumites like himself, leaving entire civilizations as crimson stains marking the ground they once tread — it makes his own enlightenment that much more absurd.

subconsciously, nolan finds himself resting his stance after the gun is lowered. but regardless of its lack of presence, he makes no move. "as you say, my kind has never been known for simply sitting and talking things through. i confess that my defection is something even i struggle to comprehend." he wouldn't have blamed him if he had decided to hold the weapon his way the entirety of the confrontation, though the lack of it does give the impression they might be getting… somewhere, perhaps slowly.

"it's not my place to ask anything of you, or expect you to even listen to what i have to say." his next words are careful and quiet, delivered with sensitivity — uncertain that even daring to try and apologize for something of this magnitude isn't simply going to rile him up again. "and it means nothing in the grand scheme of things, i'm aware — but i… am sorry, for what we put you and your people through."

[haemomaga]

"I'm afraid it does not. Though I will admit to being unfamiliar with the races and factions of Earthrealm." Or so it was called, a realm connected by a focal point of a planet, more than referring to the planet itself. As this man clearly was not of such meager stock. She could practically feel every blood cell of his. Smart, alive, speaking in unison at every part of his body. She could theorize what this would mean, how strong he must be--

Though the level of communication in his body was not even.

"So I am to assume, then, that you are a 'Viltrumite'?" It was a safe thing to assume. He did not exactly ring subtlety in any fashion, which meant he might fit in more here than he probably would have expected. Still, she moves like fluid with each step, each one full of intent compared to his cold and apathetic movements. Efficiency came in different shades.

"Forgive me. I am Skarlet. This--" She motions with a vague direction to the space all around her. "--Is Outworld."

[viltrumtraitor]

if his people are unheard of in this world, there's little intention on elaborating as to what that typically entails. though the reach of the viltrum empire is expansive, their grasp had not yet touched across dimensions, as he draws the conclusion that he's no longer in his own.

from what he's observed in a short period of time, the realm he's wound up in carries a particularly hostile, unwelcoming air with it. vigilant, narrowed eyes scan their surroundings. though he's by no means worried he can't handle things, he's not sure what to make of this place yet. "nolan," he offers, in spite of pleasantries not being his priority at the moment.

content to stay lingering above ground, at least for now, he watches her own movements with an unchanging expression— less out of caution than interest in gleaning something useful from her. "the little i've seen of this world tells me it's not exactly inviting to outsiders, let alone those from it. i had assumed the same of its people."

[gurestart]

no turning back

[rebelpuff]

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[rotbleed-a]

" oh. " does he think she's that stupid ? maybe it's a little rash, he's only concerned, but she'd learned her lesson in paying attention. she'll just have to be more careful next time.

" yeah, well, i'm . . . fine. " a small gesture towards him, even as she glances away / a little awkward over the situation. she'd like to think that usually she wasn't that absentminded. " thanks to you. "

another ping from her phone has her shoving it into her hoodie pocket, " i was texting my dad. not paying attention, n' all. the usual stupid stuff. " the best bet was to act like the average teenager, and not make him anymore "concerned" than he already seems to be.

a glance away and a small huff, then, " i'll -- i'll be more careful next time. i won't let myself get run over, or anything. "

[viltrumtraitor]

clearly, she's embarrassed by this situation. it occurs to him that maybe she would have preferred him immediately taking to the sky once he'd done his job.

"humans are prone to that sort of thing, aren't they," he muses offhandedly about her explanation as he observes the city ahead of them. then he realizes his words likely wouldn't help how awkward she is, eyes darting back her way with an added, "it's just something i've noticed."

he moves on almost immediately, shrugging with a hand. "anyway — that's good. i'm sure your father wouldn't want you to get hurt because of him." as a parent, he knows that he wouldn't like finding out mark got himself hurt because of something so careless.

[dragonspined]

he doesn't respond so she waits. lays back down, posed as if to cross forelegs should both be present, an elegant posture that said devani was willing to remain for as long as needed. immortals tended to be good at being patient. if he was taking his time then the answer was more likely to be true.

"and if he doesn't want to talk to you?" their fight before nolan left had become infamous. mark had been beaten and betrayed, much like the rest of humanity. devani wonders if he would hit his father on sight. they would love to see that. duller gold eyes follow gaze back to the house. "you abandoned him. lied to him for his entire life-" head whips back around to stare in disbelief when he continues. the fire in their chest sparks back up with unease. their brain feels as if the ground shifts underneath them like rocking waves. almost dizzy as the viltrumite's words sink in.

his tone-his heartrate-everything points to him being honest. "what do you mean?" she snaps to keep her own voice from shaking. spines bristle and tail resumes it's lashing, talons digging back into the ground. "why now of all did you suddenly grow a conscience? what changed?" blue light blazes underneath her collarbone in instinctive reaction to emotion. their wings pin to sides unnecessarily tight, straining muscle to the point of trembling.

[viltrumtraitor]

even as the colossal figure in front of him goes back into high alert and appears only seconds from lashing out, nolan doesn't move a single muscle to react defensively or otherwise. intensely aware of the primal urge they may be holding back to spill his blood— especially after confessing something so outlandish, but continuing to meet their eyes regardless of it.

tension reaches his face as the perplexity of the truth remains on both ends. "i'm… not so sure, myself." he knows it's not a satisfying answer. nothing he'd ever done had given him such pause the way the incident on earth had, once the bitter reality of it had caught up to him. "my people and i are monsters by nature. we culled our own population until only the strong remained. we shouldn't be able to… care for other beings."

"and yet, what i did to this planet..." he struggles to articulate the extent of the bloodshed, to remind himself how many lives he's discarded. not the threat of the disgruntled being in front of him, but the image of his battered son at his feet, barely clinging to life pushing itself to the front of his mind starts his heart hammering rapidly in his chest. "the thought of going through with it was... it was too much for me to bear."