#Comic ConQuest

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

Here are the first three pages of "Comic Con-quest"!

TBH I am not super satisfied with how my main comic "Forbidden" looks so I wanted to try and practice a bit with something kind of self indulgent. I decided I like how it looks shaded....even if it takes WAY longer. I think that could be what Forbidden is missing.

Anyways, Barley is going to comic con with a very close friend of his...who also happens to be his crush! When he realizes they will be alone together he decided it might be the best time to try and confess his feelings. But apparently Barley is a lot shyer than he would have thought. Will he be able to work up the courage and speak from his heart's fire?

[tlouglazer]

i’m gooning

[crystallakec]

\S2來了噢噢噢噢噢/

[pyrasterran]

"I don't even get a real name, only a purpose."

[meowmeowstick]

OH MY GOD MY GOD MY GODSHVHESUJWNWSUEIWHHSUEHWVSEJUWBSBEWHIWHSBEUDHS

[d0rksausalito]

My first WIP dump of Invincible stuff while I work on comms 💙💛❤️🩶🤍

Most of these have already been posted to my Twitter a while ago. I am very active there!

[universallyexpertfan]

You see , Conquest. Mark is half human so when he gets too agitated or mad there's this thing called adrenaline that actually makes him quite.......

[else-creates]

Something that gets me about Invincible is that Omni-Man's name is Nolan.

Like, it's not a Clark Kent/Kal El or Goku/Kakarot deal where he has his birth name and one he uses/was given on Earth and it's not a fake name....That man's actual name is Nolan, other Viltrumites call him that.

So we've got Conquest, Krieg, Thragg.....And Nolan.

It's like having the most feared warriors of your society being "Murderkill the invader", "General War", "Ugg" and "Richard from accounting".

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Conquest of the Planet of the Apes - Mad Magazine art by Mort Drucker (1973)

[xsister-serpent]

The Offer

Summary: Y/N, a Kryptonian, encounters Conquest, a Viltrumite warrior, on a earth. They engage in a tense exchange, testing each other’s mental strength and resolve. Despite their differences, an unexpected bond forms between them, leading to a new alliance.

Warnings: Cursing/ MDNI 18+/

Info: Words 2,554 / Author's Note at end /

Y/N had felt it before she had seen it. A ripple in the air. Not like a Kryptonian. Not like anything from this planet.

As the figure slowed, its silhouette took shape—a man, clad in white armor with deep gray accents, the sigil on his chest foreign but unmistakably worn with pride. A Viltrumite.

Y/N brow furrowed. She had read about them, heard whispers from her own people patrolling deep space. A warrior race, a civilization built on conquest. Y/N had fought many powerful beings before, but this was different. The moment their eyes met, she understood.

This man wasn’t powered by the sun. He wasn’t drawing from an external source. The strength, the durability, the sheer presence—it was all just him.

The Viltrumite hovered, analyzing her with the same intensity. A smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips, as if he had come to the same realization.

"You’re not human," the Viltrumite finally said, voice rich with confidence.

You glanced up at the older viltrumite and taking a stance.

“Neither are you.”

You could see his dead eye lock onto you with a sort of curiousness.

He chuckles to himself as he hovers around inspecting you.

"You really do have guts don’t you? Most aliens would be shaking in their shoes just being in the presence of a Viltrumite." He circles you around inspecting your body language and physique, the way you stood, the way you talked.

"So, what’s your name?” He asks in a mocking, condescending tone. His eyebrow raised as he continues to circle around you like he’s trying to find a weak spot.

You exhaled slowly and rose up to met him, his face looked a bit shocked to say the least.

“I’m not human..” You answered him meeting his steel gaze with your own, “It’s..Y/N.”

His eyes go wide as he takes a closer look at you, your body, your facial features, everything. His steel gray eyes lock into your own gaze.

"You’re an alien aren’t you?" He asks, his tone serious and mocking to say the least, his thick white mustache moving as he does so. “What is it? Martian? No..” He circles around you again, his eyes narrowing as he studies you.

You allowed him to observe me but you watched him closely, your eyes going to his partially missing arm.

“Kryptonian,” You answered him, “Our..people go way back.”

He raised an eyebrow, his mocking and condescending tone gone now as he studied you closely. "Kryptonian?" He says with a scoff, "I have to admit, you’re the first one I’ve met."

He circles around once more observing your Kryptonian physique and your powerful stance, his eyes landing on your clenched fist.

"I’ve heard of your kind." He says, his tone slightly changing as he does so. "Powerful… indestructible."

“That I am,” You replied watching him more intently now, “And what is your name?”

He stops in front of you, his feet hovering just above the ground. "My name’s Conquest." He says, his tone now slightly different than before.

He looks you up and down one more time, his furrowed eyebrow now relaxed as he observes you even closer.

Your walls didn’t go down but there was a sort of..stillness between the pair of you.

“Conquest,” You replied back.

That wasn’t a name. Your eyes went to his flesh scared face his one white eye and other brown shining almost curiously under the sky.

He stood there just staring at you intently, the stillness in between the two of you almost deafening.

The way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine, he was used to people being afraid of him, scared of him, running from him…

But you.

You weren’t like that. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something different about you. Conquest’s face hardens but his gaze relaxes as his eyes meet yours.

You notice it was only him here..

A lone soldier..

“They only sent one??” You questioned him, “There’s usually more..”

He smirks to himself as he folds his arms across his wide barrel chest. "You’re a smart one aren’t you?" He say with a scoff, his smirk still on his face.

He looks around the area, taking in your surroundings as his smirk fades. "It’s just me. They didn’t think they needed anyone else… but now I’m not so sure." He says with a chuckle.

You rose a brow, folding yours arms as seeing him smirk??

“Huh,” You mused hovering in mid air, “I can’t harm you, you know that right? The truce between your people and mine.”

It was a royal decree of sorts since the first war. Killing two powerful races with mindless bloodshed was a waste.

He rolls his eyes as his smirk fades away, his expression turning serious.

"Of course I know." He says with a scoff and a sigh, "It’s a mutual feeling I’m sure every Viltrumite has when they find out that a Kryptonian is around."

His eyes scan you top to bottom once again, "You’re different though, I’ll give you that much."

You tilted your head with a slight grin.

“Careful sounds like you’re trying to woo me there, Conquest.”

His face stiffens as his eyes widen slightly, he didn’t expect that.

"Woo you?" He asks with a scoff, "I’m not trying to ‘woo’ anyone. Especially not a Kryptonian."

He folds his arms across his chest, but his expression softens slightly as he looks at you.

"Don’t get any funny ideas."

You zoned on your hearing however as his heart was beating A bit quicker.

“And yet..your heart is beat a bit more faster.”

You watched him again as your gaze at his white eye once more.

He looks a bit flustered as you mention his heartbeat. He never expected anyone, let alone a Kryptonian, to be able to pick up on that.

He composes himself as his expression hardens once more, "I have no idea what you’re talking about." He says defensively, but his face gives away a hint of a blush.

He sees you looking at his white eye and averts his gaze for a moment. "What’s with you anyways? Why are you staring at my eye like that?“

“I’m curious about you, I’ve only seen two viltrumites in my years here. One being Nolan and the other his son..but you..” You paused as your curiosity peak again.

Why was taking a curious to this one..this older man..

He stands there in slight confusion as you say that. He doesn’t expect you to be curious about him of all people.

He feels a slight rush of pride, knowing that you’re taking a curiosity to him, but he keeps his guard up nonetheless.

"You’re taking a curiosity to me?" He asks with a scoff, "Why exactly? I’m just another Viltrumite. There’s nothing special about me. "

“No, your scars say different..” You spoke softly..a bit more softly than intended to.

He’s taken aback for a moment, he didn’t expect that sort of reply from you. He stands there for a moment, his expression softening slightly, before hardening once more.

"My scars?” He repeats, his voice a bit more quieter than usual. “You’re curious about my scars?”

He doesn’t know what exactly, but there was something about the way you said it. He’s felt…seen.

"Why? They’re just scars." He says, trying to brush it off, but his tone betraying him.

You wanted to take a small pace forward. But he looked, skittish now. Like a wounded animal. You cleared your throat and looked at him once more.

“A testimony,” You replied.

Your attention the went to your home feeling a sort of sadness, “You mean to destroy this planet?"

His face hardens once more, he sees the sadness in your face as you say that last sentence.

"I do what must be done." He says with confidence, but at the same time, a certain melancholy to his voice now.

He sees you looking at the house and understands what’s going through your mind right now, a memory resurfacing in his own mind.

"...for my people." He says, this time with a much more resolute tone

A tightness came over your chest as you looked at your house once more. Sure You didn't have emotional ties to this planet, in fact it was all going to hell sooner than later.

"I..I have no where else to go," You admitted looking away.

He watches you from the corner of his eye, his expression remains stone cold as he tries his best not to let his curiosity take the best of him.

He turns his stare away as a flash of guilt washes over him for a split second, but he quickly shakes it off.

"Why do you care so much about this planet?" He asks with a cold tone in his voice, "What does this waste of a planet have to offer?"

A light scoff left you as you furrowed your brow.

"I don't have emotional ties to this planet, I just finally settled into a home."

It's not like You were the last kryptonian in the universe but you kept yourself hidden, You managed to keep up the walls around yourself and now here was this viltrumite, destroying the foundation.

"It gets..tiresome starting again," You mumbled.

He looks at you for a moment, the emotion evident in your expression as you speak.

"You're tired, aren't you?" He asks with a stern tone, but his eyes are much softer than his voice.

"I can relate to that." He continues, this time a more empathetic tone to his voice, "But I have a duty to my people."

He steps back a bit, giving you some space.

"I can give you a choice. You can join me, or you can stay here and let this planet die."

My face collapsed in almost a shock. Conquest did not hold back, his attitude and stature matched that much.

"You let join you?" You asked him, "As what? A pet, a slave???"

It was suspicious enough that a viltrumite would even offer Kryptonian this.

He lets out a small chuckle as you say that, a bit of humor in his tone as he speaks.

"A slave?" He asks with a scoff, "No, not a slave. A mate."

He continues, "You've proven yourself to be worthy of my attention. I don't often offer this choice to people, but I am offering it to you. It's a great honor to be given this choice, not many get it."

It had clicked as you understood what he meant. He wanted..you, as companion..or in his words. A mate..

"You certainly are forward aren't you?" You replied as you looked at your home once more then to him.

He nods slowly, his expression now a bit softer as he sees you considering his offer.

"I am a Viltrumite, I am direct and to the point. I know what I want and I try to get it as quickly as possible. And what I want right now, is you."

He folds his arms, waiting for you to consider your options. It’s obvious he’s serious about this, a rare thing for a Viltrumite to be sure.

"I see," You answered as he hovered a bit closer to you.

With a exhale you held out your hand, "Very well."

His smirk turns into a small smile as he sees you hold out your hand. He hovers down a bit closer to you, his own hand out to grab yours.

He takes your hand in his own, his grip firm but not too tight. There’s a sense of gentleness in his touch.

“Deal.” He says with a nod, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity you haven’t seen before.

It was almost uncharacteristic feeling his touch over my hand, but it quickly left. You composed yourself, "Do you mind if I leave the planet so you can..do what you do?"

He let out a scoff and a chuckle as he let go of your hand, his hand dropping to his side.

"No, I don’t mind if you leave the planet." He said with a smirk, "I’ll be done here soon enough, then I’ll come find you."

With a nod as you flew a paces back.

"See you up there."

With a sonic boom you shot up into the atmosphere feeling your clothes burn in through the layer until you were only in a bra and black boxers briefs.

"Shit," You sighed in annoyance looking at your pale skin. You watched stoically as the planet below being..well..desolated. Soon enough you saw a figure appear, it was Conquest. His face red and bloodied. That wasn't his blood..not in slightest.

Conquest flew up into space, his white Viltrumite armor stained crimson and his face bloody. He saw you waiting for him, his intense gaze fixated on you.

A sense of relief washed over him as he spotted you, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit. He took a deep breath and hovered over to you, his eyes boring into yours.

"You actually stayed, hm?" He said with a scoff, a smirk appearing on his face. "I thought you'd leave and I'd have to chase you down."

You made your lips into a fine line and glanced at him, "I'm not really in the mood to be chased. Especially like this. Do you have a cape I can wear? My human clothes burned up.."

He looks you up and down, noticing the absence of your clothes. He let out a scoff and a chuckle, amused at your current state.

"A cape?" He repeats, his smirk widening as he hovers in front of you. "Sure, I have a cape you can wear."

He takes off his now bloodied stained Viltrumite cape, now only wearing his white spandex suit. He hands it over to you, his gaze still on you.

You took the battle worn cape fastening the cape over your shoulders.

"Thanks."

You glanced at the now desolated planet with a soft sigh. You knew where you would follow him next. It was a place that wouldn't entirely welcomed you but not entirely shunned you. Planet Viltrum.

He watched you wrap the cape around yourself, his gaze still fixed on you. There was a strange feeling in his chest as he looked at you.

He followed your gaze to planet Viltrum and let out a scoff.

"You know where we’re going, don’t you?" He asked, his tone slightly different than before. He knew it was his home, but he didn't know how you'd feel about it.

You nodded as clutched onto the cape seeing that planet in the far off distance. You inhaled a breath of courage.

"You promise to not let them break the treaty?" You questioned him, searching for any hint of dishonesty.

He turns his gaze to you, his eyes locking onto yours. There's a seriousness and a sense of determination in his gaze.

"I promise I won't let them break the treaty," He says firmly and without hesitation. "You have my word."

He hovers closer to you, his white spandex suit almost touching the white Viltrumite cape wrapped around you.

With a exhale of unease you followed his lead, keeping yourself close to him as we flew toward planet viltrum.

You landed on the cold steel. The planet was beautiful not doubt, clean, untouched, but cold..unfeeling. A group of viltrumites gathered their cold gazes landing on you then Conquest. Like a part of the sea all the viltrumites parting making a path for Conquest. Not just out of respect but of..fear.

A.N: Well You guys asked for this and here it is. I know everyone wanted to have this. Maybe smut for a possible part 2? Photos I found on google and gif found on here.

Banner by: bernardsbendystraws

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

I think I will try and make a schedule where I work on Forbidden weekdays and Comic con-quest weekends for the rest of 2024.

I just sorta felt like I needed a break to decide if I wanna continue with what I already drew for Forbidden or to start new. I think I will start fresh because I’m not super satisfied with the pacing. I may reuse some panels to save me some sanity or something though.

[cwazytvthings]

I don't go here(don't have the motivation to watch the show) but I have been waiting for Conquest to show up so here's a little dood I did.

[kirbyfigure]

"I have my whole life ahead of me." No you don't, conquest is coming.

[wroogymoony]

Lonely, lonely I guess I'm lonely...

I saw a trend got an idea and sacrified two days by doing this. I don't regret it. Conquest is ready to conquer Cecil's ass (maybe heart but we alredy know how would that end) with Viltrumite seduction.

so old men can be lonely together <3

[theduckeminence]

AU where Conquest breaks free and just straight up kidnaps Cecil because "haha you're gonna teach about Earth and we're gonna be VERY good friends,,," and Cecil's just regretting any and all of his decisions.

I need them to have a horrid moment where the two of them are sitting under the stars while they both lament how lonely they are, and no it's not necessarily a sweet moment. If anything, it's bitter as shit for Cecil because the fact that the only guy he'll ever admit that to is the same guy who killed thousands and nearly killed Mark, Eve, and Oliver. And nothing about that should ever bedeprioritized in the name of yearning for that intimacy and connection. And the worst thing is how Cecil craves for that closeness - that affection - just as much as Conquest did. How much he sees himself in a homicidal maniac.

It leaves a foul taste in Cecil’s mouth.

[himbolithium]

Rururururr Yaa haaaa, uraaa!