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Hello!! My name is Vry <3. I am an amateur writer!
Welcome to my blog where I mainly yap and post character x reader fanfiction with my favourite characters. I am currently in Germany and speak German, but all of my works will be in English. Please correct me on my grammar and/or spelling mistakes <3
On this blog, I mainly will write and post about Red Dead Redemption I/II, Dragon Age (the series) and Invincible!
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I only write x reader fanfiction.
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Right I’m not panicking because I’m trying to figure out how to style my wig for Conquest. I’m not because I have to work around a baldcap and may have to shave half the hair. I’m not because con is in 8 days and if it looks ugly I’ll have to live with it
Thragg being the most emotional one of the Viltrumites (showing anger, tears, passion, regret, etc), excluding Nolan, makes me imagine him actually warming up to humanity
He gets invested in movies, gets frustrated when someone cuts him off in traffic and softens his voice when trying to coax a cat to come closer. Just Thragg actually slowly becoming emotionally more human.
Hi omg I love your work!! I’m a little new to Tumblr, but I was wondering if you could make some more Conquest x Reader head-canons!
Conquest Headcanons!
Some headcanons about Conquest x gn!human!reader in a relationship on earth!
Note: He is a certified dad-joke-enjoyer. Also, I love him. Anyways, enjoy!!
Firstly, Conquest has some issues with controlling his own strength at first. Sometimes he grips your wrist too tightly and it bruises, other times he headbutts you on accident while trying to romantically lean down to your height for a kiss. He’s still getting used to moving around in a gentler environment, especially with the intention of trying to be cute.
His body’s temperature adjust according to the season and weather, somehow. Whenever it’s cold, raining and gloomy, his skin gets as hot as a furnace. Perfect to cuddle up with or to take his hands and move his palms under your shirt to warm you up. It’s hot as a devil’s ass outside with the sun beaming down? Conquest’s body naturally cools down and his skin becomes the perfect temperature to lean against and soak in the cool.
At first, Conquest tries to impress you by bringing gifts and offerings. Suddenly there was a Cherry Blossom tree in your yard, freshly picked in Japan, he seems to be very proud to show off. One time, after you mentioned being fond of kittens and felines, there is a whole tiger he wrestles in the kitchen with over a slab of meat. You’re anxiously waiting for a package after ordering online? Conquest finds someone random Amazon order and hands it to you. It’s not your package? Uhhhh… at least it’s the thought that counts?
Finding clothes for him is incredibly hard. Conquest doesn’t mind or care what article of clothing he’s wearing, it’s finding something that fits him that is the hard part. Also, when you try to steal a shirt or button up of his, you can literally style it like a dress.
People on the street often strike up a conversation with your alien partner. Especially grandmas, for some reason “Are you a wrestler?” “What kind of supplements do you take, dude?” “Oh, what a sweetie you are. If only my husband were half as strong as you!” “Cool moustache.” … and so much more. Conquest adores it! People are noticing and acknowledging him (even if it’s harder to not literally see the mountain blocking their sun) and talking to him about his moustache! No one really noticed his efforts to groom himself properly! Folk are even thanking him for lifting a little crate! This planet is awesome!
The next one is based on the new Battelbeast Comic #11 that recently came out.
Conquest surprisingly adjusts quickly to human slang. You don’t know where he learned it, how he managed to understand AND use it appropriately in certain situations. His favourite things to say are “Hell yeah.” and “dude”. Don’t let him discover the brainrot terms plaguing the internet. In fact, don’t introduce him to the internet at all.
He’s such an annoying teaser. If you’re ticklish, Conquest will be sneaking up on you and tickling you relentlessly until you either escape, squirm away or find out where he is ticklish. He eggs you on when you catch your tongue or stumble over a word until you slap him against the arm or threaten to withdraw your hugs (mean!). Conquest will joke and sneak in some puns into his speech, grinning from ear to ear and checking if you realise what he is done, holding back a laugh like a child. Conquest is the happiest whenever he gets to tease you, which is all day every day.
You died. How will he handle his loss? Spoiler alert: not very well
Pairing: Thragg, Kregg, Conquest x gn!Viltrumite reader
Genre: angst
Note: relationship was established beforehand and they r still very Viltrumite-ish. If they would’ve spend time on earth, they would’ve reacted differently. I might make another part about that specific scenario :33
Thragg // The Grand Regent
He is furious at you for dying.
How dare you pass away? How dare you perish and leave him behind to deal with the Empire’s messes? You were supposed to be the one to stand beside him to bring Viltrum back to its’ former glory, and yet you chose to show weakness and be killed.
Thragg is furious with you. You evoke emotions within him he isn’t suppose to feel for the weak: grief, anger and saddens. The place in his chest you used to occupy, the one that would flare up with heat whenever you came close or when your fingers brushed over his skin, is now empty. He ripped that part of him out once the message of your death reached him.
Thragg needs to cleanse his body and mind of you. He cannot be weakened or stunned by your death, he cannot dwell on the loss of the person he, admittedly, cherished the most. The Grand Regent has more important things to focus on, and yet…
His mind is clouded. His thoughts keep drifting back to your mind, your body, your voice. You were seemingly one of the only ones that can soothe his anger or push him to fight even further. You were the one he could bounce off ideas and discuss proper plans, without having to handle a whole council. You were his other, perhaps the even better, half.
Oh, Viltrumites are not immune to grief. Thragg is learning that the hard way right now, and if he ever finds the one responsible for your death, they, their whole race, planet and planetary system will be paying as compensation.
It will never be enough to satisfy his desire for justice or revenge, but it will temporarily serve as an output for his anger.
“Find me who is responsible. Use every resource available. This is your priority.”
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Kregg // Second in Command
Kregg isn’t supposed to care as much as he does. You’re just another soldier, another name to cross out, another weak Viltrumite eradicated for good.
He is the General and does not care about the lives of his soldiers itself, but rather about the potential and theoretical feats they could’ve accomplished if they were to continue on living.
It’s a complicated way to say; it’s upsetting that they’ve passed because now they get to skip responsibility. It’s different in your case, though.
Instead of slight annoyance or indifference, his chest feels hollow. His ribs ache and his eyes briefly gloss over the hologram in front of him describing further details about your death. To others, he seems composed. If you were here, if you weren’t dead and your body wasn’t so far away from his, you would notice his shoulders tensing ever so slightly. His brow twitched, his eyes gloss over the words describing your last moments and the hollow ache in his chest worsens.
He steels his mind to stay composed, stay calm, even if Kregg feels like either beheading his informant on the spot or ripping his own organs out to distract his seemingly uncontrollable mind.
He cannot dwell on your death, he cannot mourn you, he cannot bury you. The Empire requires his work and his focus, so he shoves every memory of your touch, your voice and your presence deep down somewhere inside his consciousness and forces his gaze to harden.
“Understood. Continue your work as planned, await further orders.”
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Conquest // Second Strongest Viltrumite
Oh, really? A shame. You had potential to one day keep up with him in battle. Conquest fantasised about becoming an unstoppable duo travelling from planet to planet to— well, it doesn’t matter anyway.
He’s annoyed over the fact that you’re not there anymore to spar and train, or at least that’s what he would tell others. Well, if they would care to ask (spoiler alert: they don’t. Or are too intimidated to)
In reality, as he hides away in his cubical and temporary home, this is where he allows himself to sit on the rags he considers his bed and just… stare.
You were really the only one who bothered to talk to Conquest. You two sparred, went on missions together, briefly touched fingers, talked to each other properly… things normally Viltrumites don’t do outside the usual breeding. Funnily enough, those were the only moments that breathed life and fun into his otherwise rather monotone life. He enjoyed himself outside of battle. He was someone outside of his bloodlust and fighting, apparently.
Your sparring sessions were different. You talked about strategies, footwork, then about exotic fruits you tried on other planets, then back to planetary conquest and how you two were trying to best the other by bragging. No more of that.
Conquest would retrieve further into his own mind, where in turn, he forces his thoughts into silence. He wants to cry for you, but what would that change? You died, you will not return, and Viltrumites do not cry out of emotion. The agonising feeling of yearning for your presence would not disappear, if he were to mourn you like he saw other races and civilisations do.
It would not change that he is seemingly undeserving of a mate, a partner. Conquest is not supposed to be missing you, because he never supposed to like you in the first place.
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
Yeah, I really want to make a version where they are softened up by earth, lots of love and smooches to take that away again bcs UGH. They’d restart their villain arc. It’s so so hard to find proper cool title pics for Kregg!! Why does he have. Like. 2 scenes and no usable pcitures. C’mon
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
So, I wanted to ask if you could write a Thragg x reader. How would Thragg react when he wants more kisses from his partner? At first, he might not understand what kisses mean, but he'd get so used to them that when he wants one, he wouldn't even know how to ask for it.
Or, what would it be like to kiss him in different ways? (lol) I'm sorry if my idea isn't very clear, but English isn't my first language 😭
Well, that's all. Thanks for writing about Invincible; we needed more fanfiction.
Kisses with Thragg!
What kind does he like getting and giving?
Pairing: Thragg x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Note: This is straight up Thragg being cute, blushy and completely ooc. To be happy is to be delusional!! ALSO THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHAT??
A kiss on the cheek.
Receiving: 4/5 Approval
He first mistook kissing as affectionate nudging, similar to cats rubbing their heads together when content. As a Viltrumite, kissing and being affectionate isn’t normalised in their culture, so Thragg had to learn how humans show affection by watching movies, videos and reading stories. Exactly why are humans so keen on pressing their lips on the skin of their partner?
A peck on the cheek is the first piece of innocent affection Thragg experienced. You tip-toed for height, cupped his face and softly pressed your lips against his cheek. His whole face tenses, his jaw visibly tensing before pulling away from you immediately to process what exactly you just did to him. It’s… nice.
He can feel his system redirecting his blood up to his head whenever you lean in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Thragg’s composure falters briefly as his whole face flushes to a rosy colour. It sometimes makes you want to pinch his cheek and pull, just to see him glare and struggle.
“You are teasing me. I do not appreciate it, but I will tolerate it. Count your blessings.”
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Giving: 3/5 Approval
As just mentioned, at first, he misinterprets the action of affection as a gentle nudge, so Thragg leans in and just nuzzles against your cheek briefly before pulling away. You had to give him a kiss first for him to realise Oh, this is the correct way of doing it.
He prefers other types of kisses, but the one on the cheek is the quickest and easiest way of doing it. You’re on your way out? Thragg corners you and gives you a gentle peck. You’re focused on a task and don’t notice his presence? He announces himself by resting his hands on your waist and pressing his lips against your skin. It’s his way of silently communicating with you, whether it be to say Hello, Bye, I’m happy to see you or I love you.
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A kiss on the forehead.
Receiving: 2/5 Approval
He feels a bit like a child when you cup is face, angle him down and tip-toe just to kiss his forehead. It’s soft, it’s warm, but it also feels a little belittling. Besides, why go through all this trouble when you can just kiss him on the cheek or lips.
Thragg likes it more during vulnerable moments, though. For example, you’re lying in bed while he is buried in a book about the fascinating world of plants in the Amazonian forest, you use the moment of distraction to lean over, plant a kiss on his hairline and then curl up against him for a cuddle. He just hums in reply and pulls you a fraction closer to him.
Overall, you can train this man to accept forehead kisses and to melt against you, like you taught him to love all your other ways of kissing. It only takes some time.
“I am no child. There is no need for this coddling.”
Giving: 2/5 Approval
Giving you a kiss on the forehead doesn’t feel affectionate enough, in his mind. The gesture of cradling your face, angling it for him so Thragg can lean forward and kiss your hairline, feels like it is lacking something. It’s not enough to express what he feels for you, so he just opts for other gestures of affection instead of placing a kiss on your forehead.
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A kiss on the lips.
Receiving: 5/5 Approval
No doubt, probably the easiest and best way to make Thragg’s face flush a cute rosy colour. You don’t always manage to fluster him, sure, but he adores it when you manage to catch him off-guard by giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He hums in acknowledgement and doesn’t really pull you back for another, prolonged kiss, but his eyes will follow you around for a bit when you move away. How you managed to captivate him the way you do and did, he doesn’t have a clue.
Also, he didn’t know that kissing on the lips was a really a thing on earth. Every planet has its’ own culture and way of showing love or something, but kissing on the lips feels a little too intimate for the Viltrumite. He needed some time schooling his face and not to tense up in surprise when you lean in with a mischievous grin and with the intent of peppering his lips and moustache in kisses.
Now, it’s one of his favourite ways to receive your love, besides having a hand rest somewhere on you at all times. Instead of tensing up when you gently tilt his chin, Thragg eases into your touch and almost melts against your lips.
“Again. Give me another.”
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Giving: 4/5 Approval.
Before you, Thragg was never one to even think about showing affection to his potential partner. A relationship only benefits for breeding, and even then, you are not affectionate with your partner. So, when you came along and decided to keep his heart for yourself, you had to introduce him to the concept of showing affection. That includes him showing you some as well.
After getting over the fact that humans kiss on their mouthes, you had to teach him to kiss properly and the way you like it. Sometimes he was too rough, other times too soft, and then finally, Thragg learned to simply lean in and softly press his lips against yours.
The dam broke that day, because nothing held him back from kissing you randomly at all times during the day. A kiss while you’re standing in front of the microwave, dressed in old and stained clothes? The perfect time to corner you and kiss you, over and over. Oh, so you just applied some lipstick while getting ready for a cute date with him? Too bad, he messed and smeared it up all over by wanting a kiss, and another, and another… Just remind him that his lips now have more gloss than yours do.
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Kiss on the neck.
Receiving: 4/5 Approval.
Don’t tell anyone, but… Thragg is actually really ticklish in his neck area, so whenever you sneak over with some malicious intent, he squirms away and protects his vulnerable neck with his hands. You had to lie and convince him that Nooo, I’m not gonna do anything… so you can actually jump him and kiss his exposed neck as much as you want!
After surviving your lips peppering kisses all over his sensitive skin, Thragg started to build a resistance towards his ticklishness. Now, instead of almost flying through a wall in surprise after you placed a single kiss on the back of his neck, he hums contently and tilts his head ever so slightly to expose more of his hot skin. He invites and welcomes it now.
“Hmm, this seems like something that has to be continued in the bedroom.”
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Giving: 5/5 Approval.
Yes, yes, yes!! Once Thragg realised that kissing your neck and watching you blush is an option, he never recovered. During ever cuddle, ever nuzzle and lying in each other’s arms now MUST include at least one mandatory kiss on the lips, neck, cheek..
He adores nuzzling into your warm skin and breathing in your scent, his lips ghosting over your heated skin, his fingers sneaking under your shirt to feel the curve of your stomach and waist. His thumb teasingly brushes over your ribs as he gently bites down and gives your soft skin a nibble. It takes a lot of willpower to not leave 9 hickeys behind every time he manages to corner you and plant his lips all over your skin.
Thragg doesn’t tolerate you squirming away when it gets ticklish. If he’s not allowed to escape your lovely trap, you’re not allowed to either!
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
AHHH I was absent for so long, I’m so sorry!! I celebrated my birthday, got voted into my city’s local council and had a lot of exams coming up in my school. I was a tad busy, but I wanted to write again, so I did! I missed my alien malewife
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I love posting on here because I always got at least one person going HELL YEAH when I’m writing about wanting to edge Conquest until he cries, whimpers and breaks. Love you guys
conquest x reader pls :3 he’s my husband :3 (no specific thing I want, just conquest)
Big spoon, little spoon.
He doesn’t get it. Why do you insist on holding him?
Pairing: Conquest x gn!human!reader
Genre: fluff
Note: This is straight up just cuddling and teaching Conquest it’s fine to be the little spoon
“It’s not a dominance thing.”
You feel a bit ridiculous, dressed in your pyjamas, practically begging your burly hunk of a boyfriend to finally give in and join you in bed. All because you suggested that you hold him in your arms tonight, instead of the other way around.
Conquest shifts on his feet awkwardly, standing at the end of the bed. His shoulders are tense. Why is this such a big deal to him? “It is a “dominance thing” to me.” He stares back at you, hoping you might give in under his stare alone. You don’t. “Being held is actually very nice, you know? I can scratch your back, run my fingers through the little bits of hair you have left…”
You can see the corner of his mouth fighting to twitch upwards at the tease. “I don’t want my back scratched.”
“You do. I know for a fact that you will like it. Come to bed, now.” You use your authoritative voice you usually reserve for ankle-biting puppies or misbehaving cats, but it seems to have the same effect on Conquest. His shoulders sag and the fight leaves his body. Fine. But just this once.
The bed creaks under his weight and with the grace of a boulder, he tries to settle in, his front facing yours. His eyes glance up at you, silently asking if he’s allowed to exist within your space. You sigh and place a light kiss on his temples. “C’mere.”
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your legs intertwine with his thighs as you use them as comfortable pillows. You’ll have to ask about lying your head down and napping on them one day, but right now, you’re too busy moving your fingers in soothing circles across his broad back. Muscle tenses beneath your touch before slowly relaxing. His body melts against yours.
Conquest sighs heavily, his head slowly moving to rest against your chest, his forehead pressed into the space between your collarbone and shoulder. His arms, as if finally being allowed to move, wrap around your waist and pull you more snugly against his. The warmth from his skin seeps through to you.
“So? It’s not that bad, right?” You mumble, smiling to yourself at the sight of him cuddling up and holding you as if he never intends to release you from his grasp ever again. His hands sneak beneath the fabric of your shirt, as his thumb copies the movement of your fingers against his back and traces small circles on your skin. “It’s good. I do like this.”
His eyes flutter shut. “So, I am the little spoon now? As you say.” His voice vibrates against your skin, making you shiver. “Mhm, that’s right.”
“What is the difference between the larger and smaller fork? There are two sizes of them in your cupboard. Are they associated with cuddling as well?” “How about we stay quiet for a little while.”
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
UGH CONQUEST. I am thinking about making a cosplay of Conquest and wearing it to an upcoming con but I’m not sure I have enough funds for it yet. Also, I WANT TO LIE ON HIM. I NEED HIM AS MY MATTRESS. He’s so ugly and mean and violent and cruel but also he’s so lonely. I can fix that
I hoped you liked what I cooked up and it wasn’t too boring to read!! This was kinda very self indulgent so if you’d like something more specific, message me!! <33
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Hear me out because I think Viltrumites don’t have sex for pleasure, at all, so what if they experience their first true orgasm on earth. A mind-breaking, crying, shaking orgasm.
Okay stay with me now but imagine Cecil‘s shoulders being less tense, his face more relaxed and him overall being more lenient when someone fucks something up again. It gets to a point where people start worrying: Stedman stopped sighing deeply every few minutes.
People have started a betting pool on why this is the case, and Cecil, obviously, knows this, but lets it happen anyway because he has someone like you waiting on him tonight, cracking him horizontally, vertically, destroying this old man the way he wants it. It gets to a point where pretty much every surface in your apartment has been victimized for your… stress-relieving-activities.
