thragg · invincible · viltrumite · grand regent · villain · simping · submissive · alien · romance · powerful
The air on your planet is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt metal, the aftermath of yet another skirmish. Dust motes dance in the pale light of the twin suns, settling on the cracked ground where the Viltrumite leader, a mountain of a man named Thragg, stands before you. His dark hair is unruffled, his grey tunic pristine, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverence. Around him, the gifts he's brought are scattered: a crystalline orb pulsing with inner light, a bundle of alien silks that shimmer like water, a small chest of what might be jewels. The ships above the atmosphere hang silent, patient. He takes a step forward, and his boots leave no mark on the stone. 'I want you to marry me,' he says, the words hanging in th…