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#get you a Man who can do both

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The Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis in Aquaman (2018)

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THOSE FOREHEAD TOUCHES WHERE THE PERSON GRABS THE BACK OF YOUR NECK TO ANCHOR YOU IN PLACE ARE SO IMPORTANT.

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#my three (3) moods

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not sure i’m vibin with my psd.  also not sure what else to use since the lighting in aquaman is not noob friendly.

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FROM: @oceantempest​ RE:  “i love you so much.” STATUS: accepting

          they’re sitting at the edge of the dock he spent so much time on as a kid.  sometimes he’d walk out with his father and stay long after the older man went back into the lighthouse.  arthur had always felt the pull of the waves but he brushed it off as growing up right next to it.  their crash always lulled him off to sleep then greeted him in the morning.  when he was lonely the sound would keep him company.  when he was sad the water would wash away his tears.

          a smile forms at the corner of his lips, stretching into something people very rarely saw when alcohol wasn’t involved.  arthur looks down at the beer bottle in his hands, feet starting to sway a little harder as they hovered over the water.  the smile had nothing to do with eased tension and everything to do with her.  

          “ i love you, too, “ he leans over to kiss mera’s cheek.  the hand closest to her moves to rest lightly on her thigh.  that he can say those three words out loud was an indicator of just how deeply he meant them.  he’d been terrified, at first.  he’d been terrified of how he started feeling about her and even more terrified of what it could mean.  after hearing the story of his mother’s sacrifice he thought loving him was some kind of death sentence.  even before that he’d always watched how his father’s love tore him apart.

                    it terrified him.

          as luck would have it, loving mera wasn’t nearly as scary as anything they’d fought so far.  beyond a few initial hiccups it was actually pretty easy.  she made it easy, whether she knew it or not.

          “ where’d that come from? “

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FILE :// APRIL FOOL’S

          arthur doesn’t ever partake in pranks as a general rule.  he doesn’t really partake in holidays as a general but that’s a different post.  yes, he can be incredibly sarcastic and cracks a lot of jokes but those are all defense mechanism part of his personality.  he’s seen a lot of pranks in his day.  there were a lot played on him in elementary school after the incident at the aquarium and he doesn’t ever want to make someone else feel that way.  and?  if he sees someone upset by a prank?  there’s a good chance he’s punching someone.

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(   sayitsdrawkcab   )   zee   ​

asked :  “ you’re an idiot. ”

Okay, so maybe she could have been a bit more careful. But, when she’s trying to save a certain someone from being overwhelmed it took away a lot of her concentration. So there she sat, almost pouting as Arthur patched her up. She could have easily healed herself, but she was already thrumming with magic and didn’t trust herself not to tip herself over the edge with even the most mundane of spells. Her skin was still nearly glowing with it, but her eyes had dimmed back down to cerulean as she looked up at the tower that was Aquaman. “You’re awful sassy for someone whose ass I just saved.” Was she teasing him? Probably. More than likely.

A slight wince came and she bit down on her cheek, the pain managing to bring her down from that magic high even quicker. “Thank you, Arthur.” She finally uttered after he had secured the bandage. “You should be more careful.” She grinned, a simple pull of smeared lips as she held her hand up for some help off the ground.

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          something had the trench on edge.  for weeks he’d heard whispers of unknown creatures attacking fisherman.  all teeth and scales and hunger.  he’d initially brushed it off because every attempt to investigate ended up in a different story from the last.  hell, the fishing boat he’d saved in the labrador sea described lizard men.  arthur was starting to think it was some world wide urban legend spiraling out of control.  like one of those weird dance things you see on social media.

          he hadn’t seen nor heard from the trench since he pulled atlan’s trident from the bottom of the ocean.  the battle against his half-brother, orm.  as far as he knew the trench minded their own business unless some poor soul landed right on top of them, like he had when searching for that ancient legend.

          “ i can save my own ass, “ it’s gruff but it’s gentle.  the smile combined with tone translated in to gratitude if you knew arthur well enough.  the actual words, however, were still pretty hard to say out loud.  he appreciated zatanna, though.  another minute or two and he’d be fish food.  plus, any time he got to see a badass woman in action was well worth the risk.

          “ i gotta figure out what has them travelling this far.  they don’t usually come to land, “ the tip of his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as if concentrating a little too hard on the last piece of gauze he’s trying to gently tape down.  several of them muttered something about hunger.  had zee heard that?  or was it a figment of his imagination.  not exactly like the trench were great at conversation.  “ but i promise i’ll be careful. “  with the tape down he reaches for the extended hand to help the magician off the ground.

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And even if I have to drag that whole kingdom to the surface…no one is getting between us again.

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— The Justice League + Smiling :) 

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FILE :// HOLIDAYS

         Holidays in general were always hard for Arthur.  It were those special days of the year when his friends with whole families would talk about the events that would be happening.  Two parents, not just one.  Some even rubbed it in his face but it wasn’t until one of the other kids poked that wound that Arthur would go off the deep end.  He never liked hearing that the state of his family was his fault no matter how many times he said it himself.  That didn’t give anyone else the right to say as much.

         Christmas was always the hardest.  Maybe because it was a cold December morning when his parents first met.  His father always seemed the saddest on Christmas.  He lingered the longest at the edge of the dock on Christmas morning.  The presents under the tree only served to make Arthur feel guilty.  Everything held an emphasis on family.  Because of him, his father had to give up part of his.  Because of him his mother lost her life, making it impossible for their unit to become whole again.  Arthur fought harder around this time of year whether that meant training on the cold beach or becoming even more unruly at school.

         Most days Arthur could ignore the fact that he missed his mother but something about seeing families out and about in the small town of Amnesty Bay made him miss her even more.  Their smiles amplified not only his pain but his guilt.  He’d wonder what it would feel like to wake up Christmas morning with two parents.  He’d wonder what kind of traditions they’d start, what she’d like to do, or how big her smile would be if he woke up early to make her a special breakfast.  Most days it was easy to ignore how much he was missing out on.  The holidays, however, made it feel like the world was shoving his broken family in his face.

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FILE :// VULKO

          arthur’s powers first manifested at a third grade field trip when he was eight years old.  without knowing how ( or really understanding at the time ) the creatures beyond the glass understood he was hurting.  they understood he was sad because two other children had been picking on him non-stop.  normally, arthur took it all in stride.  he’d hold on to his father’s words of being the better person and not fighting back.  but, with several mothers on the trip helping chaperone, it was hard not to be sad right from the start.  the weight grew and magnified until he felt like he couldn’t really handle it anymore.

                      then, a shark started slamming into the aquarium’s glass.

          six months later, after his father had walked off the dock and while arthur stayed behind to play in the waves, a man came up out of the water.  he didn’t come from the dock like he always imagined his mother would do, but about ten feet down the beach.  it was nothing more than a quick hello.  

        it took about another year for the fighting lessons to start.  up until that point it was a matter of getting to know each other.  vulko would tell tales of atlantis, of arthur’s special powers, and of atlanna.  he’d talk about various animal species.  sometimes, they wouldn’t talk about the water at all.  in a lot of ways vulko filled in that second parental slot by being home away from home.

         after his tenth birthday the training started.  at first it was all about self defense; ways to protect himself when the bullies tried to come in and cross a line.  then, slowly, vulko tried to introduce the idea of protecting people.  there was talk of atlantis and one day being king but arthur always brushed it off.  why would anyone want him to be king?  he heard stories of orvax and generations past.  he heard takes of the mysterious ocean master title and some of the creatures at the bottom of the sea.  essentially, he heard stories meant to inspire a future king.  but, vulko couldn’t ever compete with the hole atlanna left.  especially not after admitting she was gone.

          they kept meeting and training until arthur was nineteen when vulko pushed the crown issue one step too far.  arthur had become a much different person than the bright-eyed hopeful vulko first met.  over the years weight kept bearing down on his shoulders.  self-doubt turned in to self-hatred, fueled by images of atlanna dying because of his birth.  he turned into a fighter.  any and every reason to throw a punch was gladly taken.  it stopped being about bullies a long time ago and evolved into his own inner rage.  so, he told vulko to never come back.  he’d screamed it at the top of his lungs not really expecting the old man to take the words to heart.  but, it wasn’t until the mother boxes woke up that they saw each other again.

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stranger  things  season  two  (  2016 -  )  sentence  starters ↪  joyce  byers  edition.  alter  as  you  see  fit

“okay, so i’ll pick you up in two hours.”

“if anything happens, if you need to come home, just ask them to use their phone and call home. okay?”

“have fun.”

“oh, shit!”

“you’re gonna get me fired.”

“[name], i have to get back to work!”

“you feeling any better?”

“hey. what did we talk about, huh? you gotta stop with the ‘sorries’.”

“and listen, you know, there’s nothing to be nervous about, you know.”

“hey, i’m gonna be there the whole time. so it’s gonna be okay. okay?”

“what do we do when that happens?”

“i’m sorry, what you’re saying is it’s gonna get worse and worse and we’re just supposed to pretend it’s not happening?”

“‘trust me’? are you kidding me?”

“don’t call him that.”

“come on, honey, up and at ‘em.”

“[name], where’s [name]?”

“what are you doing?”

“let’s get this on.”

“you need some tape. hold on.”

“what’s this?”

“did you have another episode?”

“see? it’s an exact match.”

“but … why would he lie to me?”

“then what the hell is this?”

“we ran. we just ran.”

“god, i want this to be over.”

“you promise?”

“be safe!”

“it’s just every time he’s away from me, it’s like i can’t function.”

“i know it sounds silly.”

“oh, it’s just so hard to explain.”

“it’s just that this … this is not a normal family.”

“jesus. have you seen them?”

“thank you. thank you. you’re a lifesaver.”

“will you make sure he gets in okay?”

“have a nice day.”

“no! no, you didn’t.”

“he likes you, too. i can tell.”

“i’ll kill them. i swear to god, i will - i will kill them.”

“what’s going on? where’s [name]?”

“can you hear me?”

“i need you to try.”

“[name], i need you to tell me the truth.”

“but … but i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s going on. so you have to talk to me, please.”

“no more secrets, okay?”

“did … did you see this thing again on the field?”

“what … what is it?”

“what does it want?”

“well, what does that mean?”

“it’s okay, it’s okay. hey.”

“listen. look - look at me. i will never, ever let anything bad happen to you ever again.”

“whatever’s going on in you, we will fix it. i will fix it. i promise. i’m here.”

“he’s still not there?”

“did he get any of my messages from yesterday?”

“just tell him to call me the second he gets in. please.”

“hey. how are you feeling, sleepyhead? any better?”

“okay, let me see.”

“do you feel cold?”

“you know what? i’m gonna run you a nice warm bath and it’ll warm you up and hopefully get you feeling better.”

“leave it open.”

“where the hell have you been?”

“what if you didn’t have to use words?”

“i mean, it’s sort of forking and branching like lightning.”

“you know what? now is really not a good time.”

“you saw who, baby?”

“you know, i - we’re fine, we don’t need anything.”

“those are great.”

“we … we just need you to help us figure out what - where … where this is.”

“[name], no questions.”

“what’s the problem, exactly?”

“okay. can’t you figure it out?”

“but we did all that work.”

“i need you to stay here.”

“that’s why i need you to stay here! stay here!”

“give me that. give me that shovel.”

“i need you to help me get down there.”

“he’s gotta be this way.”

“oh my god. [name], are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?”

“god! hold on, sweetie! i’m right here, just hold on.”

“that thing … it did something to him.”

“no. no, he has been telling you over and over that something’s wrong, and you said it was all in his head.”

“you said, “be patient”. those were your words.”

“what, stay calm? trust you?”

“they made me sign like, a thousand documents.”

“i mean, I lost track at a certain point.”

“oh, it - it’s not crazy at all.”

“sweetie, how are you feeling? you okay?”

“that’s enough. that’s enough!”

“what the hell is taking so long?”

“let me through. let me through!”

“who? who made you do what?”

“[name], sweets, talk to me. you got to help me understand.”

“okay, [name], [name] listen. do you know who i am?”

“hold him down.”

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

“come on, [name]. come on.”

“they’re right. we have to kill it. i want to kill it.”

“he knew who i was.”

“he’s still in there.”

“it’s gonna work. it has to.”

“[name], we just wanna talk to you. we’re not gonna hurt you.”

“we wanna help you. but to do that we have to understand how to kill it.”

“[name], baby … if you’re in there, just please … please talk to us.”

“please, honey, please can you do that for me?”

“i love you so much.”

“he’s not doing well.”

“what else did you see?”

“do you think if we got you back there, that you could close it?”

“he likes it cold.”

“it’s what [name] kept saying to me.”

“we keep giving it what it wants.”

“we need to burn it out of him.”

“we’ll do it here.”

“this thing has had [name] long enough.”

“let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

“just wait!”

“can you hear me?”

“yeah, it’s just what’s happening.”

“[name] wanted me to give him some space, so … i’m giving him a few feet.”

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                      hello && welcome! i’m luca and thank you for visiting

    arthur is heavily rooted in dceu canon, specifically mos, bvs, jl snydercut, and the first aquaman.  there will also be a lot of new 52 and headcanon to fill in some of the blanks.  as of this post there will not be any inclusion of rebirth.  any canon divergencies will be noted on the verses page until further notice.  

   this will be a low activity blog.  i favor heavily plotted threads so please feel free to reach out if you feel the same.  on that note, memes are also a great way to get started as will probably not be throwing out a starter call for a good while.  if it’s in the tag then i’m still accepting it.  always feel free to respond if you have the muse to do so !

     a few other things of note:           - this blog is single-ship with @oceantempest​            - a.mber h.eard will not be acknowledged or present here for a number of personal reasons

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JASON MOMOA as Arthur Curry / Aquaman in Zack Snyder’s Justice League (2021)

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