#Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick

[immortalmuses]

[howlingmoonrise]

10 characters // 10 fandoms

rules: list ten favorite characters from separate fandoms/media, then tag (ten) people

tagged by @sunriseverse, thank you!! 💖💖💖

in no particular order:

howell jenkins (howl's moving castle, book version)

oreki houtarou (hyouka)

leon orcot (petshop of horrors)

jiao liqiao (mysterious lotus casebook)

gladstone gander (disney duck comics)

moist von lipwig (discworld)

lara croft (tomb raider, pre-reboot or 2013 game only)

goblin king jareth (labyrinth)

elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

carolyn fry OR richard b. riddick (pitch black movie ONLY, fuck the rest of the chronicles you're my only ho ✊😔)

tagging! @dying-suffering-french-stalkers @booksfoodmusic-minion @awishturnedwell @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @httpsawesome

mandatory linebreak so tumblr won't eat the other tags! @definedareasofuncertainty @galvanizedfriend @purplesigebert @a-memory-a-distant-echo @junemermaid

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

One of my now favorite words comes from a pairing that has 86 fics (complete and incomplete). Tepid. The fic was over 20 years old. But I still left comments through the entire thing, and I learned the author was still alive and well and happy to revisit their own works. Even suggested other fics by their friends.

I've fallen in love with fics that are 10 years old, and the author no longer updates/replies/is on ao3. But that fic is one I read every few months. It shaped and changed me. It's weird to say, but I fully believe that fic changed my life. It's inspired me, and I consider it to be the best thing I've ever read (including actual books). I want a tattoo based on it. I want to bookbind my own physical copy of it. Because I love it that much.

If you put it out there it might not be appreciated the moment you publish it. But that doesn't mean that in 20 years someone won't find it and love it. It might even be the moment you publish. But no matter how "cringe" or crappy you think it is there will be someone that wants to read it.

write for yourself. put your fantasies on paper. no one knows what you are writing. no one knows what's in your head. no one is going to write it for you. if you don't write down your ideas they will disappear. if you are too scared to write your thoughts then don't write, try something different. if writing is the only way, get to writing. no one else's opinion matters. no one else's opinion will ever matter

[immortalmuses]

@defyant sent: "If you're so unsatisfied with your dame, then why stick around her?" Riddick was curious. Another night and Vaako came into his chambers. What just to talk? He didn't seem like the type to just want to hang around. Riddick had gotten sick of the complaining from the command so he targeted a small poverty stricken world to help them. He figured why let them starve when they could be comfortable among their ranks and it seemed to please the overall people.

Vaako is becoming somewhat accustomed to Riddick's unprompted (and often far too perceptive) questions, both about the inner workings of the Necromonger race as well as... his personal life. The Commander sighs, shifting in his seat to stretch long, booted legs out before him.

I'm sure I do not know what you mean--" except that Siberius damn well does. Evenso, he levels an unreadable look in Riddick's direction, mentally calculating how much of himself he is willing to reveal to the Furyan. "It is not in a Necromonger's nature to be satisfied, My Lord. Our entire purpose is to seek the annihilation of all living things in the universe, and only upon arrival at the Underverse will we know true satisfaction."

Which is alot of words just for Vaako to deflect from answering Riddick's actual question. One he is begun asking himself as well: Why am I here, when I could be in my Dame's treacherous embrace? Is it because the Second Among Commanders feels as though he has finally found a place of acceptance within the Necromonger hierarchy? Because Riddick, for all his lone wolf bravado, does actually seem to listen to Siberius's counsel, in ways the old Lord Marshal never did?

( Or is it more than that... a deeper truth Vaako isn't sure he's willing to face... )

Discomfited by the thought, Siberius hesitates... then quietly admits, " Wulia and I... we serve a purpose to one another, a mutually agreed advantage. Or we did, once.."

[unknownmusing]

Masterpost List of One's Own Fics Created and Still Creating

Fandoms:

Torchwood - Torchwood Fanfic: 'The First Tale of the Immortal Storyteller'

Baldur's Gate 3 - Masterpost of One's Baldur's Gate Fics (including Crossovers)

Dragon Age - Adoribull Fanfic: 'When a Thread of Fate Brings Two People Together'

The Witcher - The Witcher Fanstory Collection - Masterpost

Hannibal TV series (this includes Hannibal Extended Universe Fics)

Ghost of Tsushima

Chronicles of Riddick

Bleach (Manga/Anime)

Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Star Wars

The Dark Pictures (Game Series)

Marvel (various)

Original Works (Stories with Original characters)

DRAMAtical Murder (Visual Novel) 

Dead by Daylight (Video Game)

Black Sails (TV series) 

Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) 

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) 

吸血鬼ハンターD - 菊地秀行 | Vampire Hunter D Series - Kikuchi Hideyuki 

Peaky Blinders (TV) 

James Bond (Daniel Craig Version)

[findroleplay]

Hey! So, I'm back. Took a few-year hiatus from writing and realized I really missed the connection with other writers. Name's Sam. I write. I work. I'm not on 24/7, but my job allows me a little freedom so I'm looking to get back into writing again.

Literacy: Multi-para, bordering on novella (though I am rusty, so it might take me a hot minute to get back to my old style). I like description and character development. I like slow-burn.

Fandom: Star Trek, Doom, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, Star Wars (periphery because I really only watched the movies), Reign, Chronicles of Riddick, Spartacus, TES: Skyrim/Oblivion, The 100, OUAT, MCU/DCeU, True Blood, The Originals

Pair: MxM, MxF, CCxCC, CCxOC, OCxOC (honestly, I'm not picky about genders or lack of gender)

Character(s): John Grimm (Doom), Agron (Spartacus), Cailan Drake (OC witch with no specific fandom)

Ship(s): Nagron, Grimmcester (Reaper/Dean), open based on chemistry

Triggers: none

Genres: High Fantasy, Mild Sci-Fi, Horror, Thriller

Plot ideas: anything but slice-of-life. I suck at that.

Where: I have discord and will plot and/or write there. Or here on my blog. Not picky. My discord is: reaperasingrimm#3196

Other: I'm 25+ and ask that you be 21+. I am NOT comfortable writing with minors (kid characters are different, but I don't really see how they'd fit with the themes). Looking for those who don't mind that I write male characters (she/they) but aren't just looking for an internet boyfriend. I'm here to write and make friends. I am not my characters.

Should probably add that I do tend toward MxM pairings as it's easier for me to write. I don't shy away from NSFW or smut, but I don't jump right into it either. If you're just looking for that, I'm probably not the one you're looking for.

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[canonrpfinder]

Hey! I'm a 30 +Looking for players 18+ I have been wanting to play with some m/m vampire maker/progeny relationships for awhile. While I love Interview with a Vampire I don't really want to do Louis/Lestat with Season 2 still in play. So on that note I Was looking to either do for older fandoms such as Angel/Buffy verse or True Blood. So I know this is a long shot but are there any fans still around that would want to do either? I would want to play either Godric or Spike Eric Northman/Godric* Or Angel/Spike* Also I'm Looking to RP Firefly or Chronicles of Riddick if anyone is still interested in those. For Firefly I would like to play Simon Tam against Mal or Jayne For Chronicles of Riddick I’m interested in playing Vaako against Riddick DM me Thanks

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[immortalmuses]

As Vaako dodges back from Riddick's advance, he's brought up short by the sheer rockface of the sinkhole's wall behind him. Grunting, the Necromonger can't help but have an incredulous thought --This Wasn't Supposed To Go This Way.

It's a familiar refrain, by this point. Ever since Riddick revealed himself on Helion Prime, his mere presence has sown chaos among the Necromonger Fleet, undermining the Faith and hurtling members of the Elite towards their untimely deaths. Some part of Vaako admires the ruthlessness with which this Furyan is able to exploit weakness (even if it is among his own people), but By The Underverse, how is it possible a single Breeder can stymie so many of his Dame's his well-laid plans for Ascension?? He Isn't Even Purified!

Baring his teeth, Siberius lifts the familiar heft of his war axe, its multi-bladed head within easy range of Riddick's carotid artery. But in the same instant, he feels the unsubtle nudge of a sharp point slipping past the plates of his armor, Riddick's own weapon seeking the vulnerable gap between his ribs. The Commander stills, his eyes narrowing.

"A Necromonger does not compensate." He grits out, though a traitorous whisper at the back of Vaako's mind reminds him: Zylaw. A Lord Marshal forged by paranoia... and for what? For the sake of Prophecy? Scowling at the Furyan, Siberius assesses their position and mentally weighs his odds on bleeding out before additional Necromonger soldiers arrive. It's... not favorable.

He might be faithful, but Vaako isn't a fool. He slowly eases his weapon away from Riddick's neck, adding "... and you, Breeder? I admit, I hadn't expected you to run from a fight."

INTIMIDATION AND VIOLENT RP PROMPTS @immortalmuses sent weapon from vaako.

They were stuck together for three more hours at least. In Riddick's evasion attempts, he'd ruined both their ships. Now it was a matter of not murdering each other in the sinkhole they'd fallen into long enough for Vaako's so-called rescue party.

A shadow crosses over Riddick. His goggle eyes covet the weapon casting it: this cumbersome and spartan two-hander. Another creation of this necromonger pomp and circumstance that, truth be told, tickled him. Murderers pretending to be better than the average con. Gussied up in their tech and their sacrament and their ritual.

Riddick preferred to be plain-faced about his depravity. Off-grid, off-putting. Spare him the bullshit creeds to feel good about killing. Can't shame the shameless.

This amusement slips into his natural pout, looking as pleased as the cat that caught the canary when it should be the other way around.

"Compensatin' for something?" A metallic ringing — his blade glancing up the necromonger's weapon before tucking neatly, lightning quick, in that sweet little nook where that armor doesn't cover a joint. The promise of blood for blood, but until then, he maintains.

[immortalmuses]

For @magikborn, continued from here

ㅤㅤㅤVaako follows the pointed direction of Riddick's Ulak with his gaze, spotting the bloodied heap of a lesser general lying dead in the outer chamber. The blood on the Commander's teeth turns to a fine mist as he expels a snarl.

ㅤㅤㅤ"This has all the hallmarks of an attempted coup," Scowling, Siberius ducks briefly into the en-suite bathing chamber to collect a towel. He emerges swiping at the blood smeared across his mouth, before offering Riddick the towel to wipe his blades clean. ".... and my intel suggests it is once again a member of the Nobility, unable to accept your rule because..." Vaako pauses, then grimaces, "...because you have not been purified."

ㅤㅤㅤThe Necromonger keeps his own thoughts about that to himself, knowing it is not a conversation that will go anywhere worthwhile. Beyond a doubt, Riddick has proven himself worthy to lead the Necromonger Empire, even without the added power granted by purification or transcendence. Siberius just wishes he knew what that meant for their prophesies of Underverse, and whether they will have earned their place amongst the Holy Dead.

ㅤㅤㅤSlanting his gaze back to the Lord Marshal, his lets his gaze trail over the Furyan, thoughtful, "...my patience wanes for these theatrics, but it is your choice. You may have to make an example of a few Nobility, if the Necromonger Elite are to take you seriously."

[araydre]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

thank you for the tag @snowzapped

DC - Jason Todd

MCU - Tony Stark

Assassin's Creed - Desmond Miles

Plunkett and Maclaene - Rebecca Gibson

The Chronicles of Riddick - Riddick

Star Wars - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Castlevania - Trevor Belmont

The Old Guard - Andy

Lord of the Rings - Aragorn

Fast and Furious - Brian O'Conner

some of these were really hard to choose just one character for, because of the huge franchises, but I did my best XD

tagging @commanderquill @sishal01 @horseyw @thefancydragonqueen @menatiera @shortyprov and anyone else who wants to play :D

[findroleplay]

Hey! I'm a 30 +Looking for players 18+ I have been wanting to play with some m/m vampire maker/progeny relationships for awhile. While I love Interview with a Vampire I don't really want to do Louis/Lestat with Season 2 still in play. So on that note I Was looking to either do for older fandoms such as Angel/Buffy verse or True Blood. So I know this is a long shot but are there any fans still around that would want to do either? I would want to play either Godric or Spike Eric Northman/Godric* Or Angel/Spike* Also I'm Looking to RP Firefly or Chronicles of Riddick if anyone is still interested in those. For Firefly I would like to play Simon Tam against Mal or Jayne For Chronicles of Riddick I’m interested in playing Vaako against Riddick DM me Thanks

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[bgoodg]

Yuletide Letter

Thank you! Thank you Yuletide writer for having patience with me as I got this letter up and for having amazing tastes in small fandoms. Yuletide is one of my favorite fandom traditions and I’m so excited for this year’s fic and festivities. 

The Chronicle of Riddick Series: Riddick & Vaako

Okay, I just love movies that really go for it. And Chronicles of Riddick was that fucking movie. I love the larger universe that it introduces us to and the Necromongers. There’s something so captivating to me about fictional cults, especially ones like Necromongers that blend fanatical militarism with religion on that galactic scale. Riddick and Vaako are so fascinating together and I’d love anything with Vaako introducing Riddick to the culture and tradition of the Necromongers. It doesn’t have to be their murder, murder thing, maybe they have interesting art or food or  sacred temples. Vaako is a true believer and he wants to show that to Riddick. Cool with it being either a platonic advisor or romantic relationship. 

The Indian Lake Trilogy: Stephen Graham Jones: Jade & Letha

I haven’t read the second book in the series! Fine with spoilers but god I would love Jade getting a fucking break. Ghostface knows the girl deserves it. Maybe they get out of town and Jade gets to introduce her to one of her favorite cities. Jade is suddenly thrust into a “girls trip” movie and doesn’t know the thematic motifs. Maybe they go visit Letha’s family and suddenly it’s a Hallmark Rom-Com and poor Jade is just completely lost. Throw Jade and Letha into a new genre and let them smooch.

Dune: Lady Jessica or Leto or Paul or Gurney

So I love Gurney Halleck. Competent military dudes are my kryptonite. Competent and fiercely loyal? A recipe made just for me. I’d love anything exploring Gurney’s devotion to the House of Atreides. From Leto to Jessica to Paul: any or all. Maybe Leto and Gurney in their younger days before he was Lord Leto. Gurney watching Paul grow from a young pup to the Emperor. Gurney easing Lady Jessica’s pain after the loss of her husband and the loss of her son to the universe;s machinations. Romantic or platonic is good for any of the pairings.

General Do Not Wants:

Rape, torture, non-canonical main character death, ABO.

General Loves:

Worldbuilding, cult fanaticism, devotion, art and culture, pop culture references, hurt and comfort.

[latishiante1001]

New Fandom, New Writing (Part 2)

Hey y’all! I joined another fandom (someone really needs to stop me). I have joined the Marvel Cinematic Universe fandom! 

I’ve been wanting to join this fandom for awhile and I’ve finally joined! I’ve watched the vast majority of the Marvel films (basically all the ones to be able to watch Infinity War and know everyone and what’s going on) and I have seen Infinity War so I’m basically all caught up! 

So, what this post is about (if you didn’t see my other post like this) is that I am going to make a Marvel Cinematic Universe blog and I want to know what you guys think I should name it! There are options to choose from as well as the ‘other’ option to suggest your own!

Also, my 21 Day Experience has started (information about that is here and AO3)! So, on the survey there are multiple areas for multiple fandoms to suggest requests for me to write at least 1k words about! There is also a ‘Miscellaneous’ area for fandoms that aren’t listed so you can suggest a request for another fandom that I could be in. 

Link to the survey is here.

Please, please, please go take my survey! It’s only one question! The rest is just areas to give requests! 

That’s it for now! Thanks for reading and, hopefully, taking my survey! Tag your friends and reblog! 

Tags: @evyiione, @me-lexi20, @medicatemedrmccoy, @sebastian-scott, and anyone else who likes Marvel or wants me to write something for them!

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

My Liability, My Deadweight

Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick

Collection/Series: My Liability, My Deadweight

Pairing: Richard B Riddick x Female Fat + Glasses Wearing Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (Swearing, Riddick is Riddick, violence)

Warnings: Swearing, violence towards deadly alien creatures, violence from deadly alien creatures towards the reader

Summary: None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be on a holiday resort planet, relaxing by glistening waters and forgetting your troubles. Not traipsing through a deadly jungle on an uncharted planet with a just as deadly companion who seems torn between helping you and hating you.

Notes: So I guess this is going to be similar to Western AU Din in that i’ll probably write some stuff in the same sort of world/vein as this. I’m just interested in the idea of Riddick with a reader who is the opposite of a survivalist, who isn’t fit or strong, who is scared. The idea of Furyans having mates or soulmates that they don’t really get to choose and the idea of Riddick having to come to terms with the idea that the person he wants to protect so bad needs his protection more than most is interesting to me.

This is probably such a niche thing to write, not only because the fandom is tiny, but also because people tend to write Riddick fanfic where the reader or OC is extremely capable, but I wanted to write it. So self-indulgent fic coming up.

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Kratos is a horror show of a planet. It’s the sort of planet you’d never thought you’d end up on, the sort of planet that you saw on horror vids and read about in the tales of survivors of tragedy. You weren’t supposed to be on it. You were just on a short trip, just supposed to go to a stupid holiday planet, at the insistence of your boss that you needed a break from your desk, that you worked too hard. You were a city slicker, an urban citizen, not an outdoorsman or an adventurer, certainly not the sort of person who’d come to a planet like this. But, your pilot had needed to make a stop, said there was a problem with the fuel cells that he needed to check out. So you’d made a pit stop on a barely charted planet. Nothing good ever happens on a barely charted planet. 

Covered in dense, muggy jungle, the planet would have been beautiful had it not been trying to kill you and your, for want of a better word, companion at every turn. It was covered in vibrant green forest, tropical plants, exotic and brightly coloured flowers (many of which, it turns out, were deadly themselves). There were brightly coloured bird-like creatures and primitive mammals that scurried through the trees and across the ground. It would have been beautiful, except for the limp in your walk from the burning claw marks deep in your thick thigh, except for the blood that followed in your wake, the dead bodies of the crew you’d left behind, and the yellow eyes that seemed to follow the two of you under the dark canopy.

After a stupid decision by your group to go out into the jungle to try and find a settlement of some sort, just because it had seemed like (as if there was any real reason to leave), you’d been picked off one by one. You could only describe the beasts as fucked up panthers. Two tails with stingers at the end, sharp spindly spines along their backs, an elongated neck, venomous fangs and sharp teeth and claws. They were hard to spot, silent in the underbrush and decidedly and most definitely deadly. The only reason you were still even alive was because of Riddick, because for some unknown reason the man, the murderer, had decided to stick close to you, like glue. You weren’t complaining.

At the time of boarding the ship for your trip it had seemed horrifying, to know that you were travelling on the same transport as Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, known murder, predator. He was the sort of man your parents whispered about, the sort of man that you never wanted to meet. He was someone from your worst nightmare. Now he is your saving grace and surprisingly not what you had expected of a notorious big bad. While he meets many of your expectations, crude at times, harsh, and physically intimidating, he defies them too. He is at times oddly gentle with you and, the mere fact he cares about someone’s survival other than his own, is in itself a surprise. A fortunate one for you. 

“Are we nearly back to the ship?” You ask because your leg is killing you, because you so desperately just want to get off this planet even if it means being stuck in a confined space with a convicted murderer. You hate this planet, you hate the constant feeling of fear and of uselessness. You hate the truth of it all, that you are weak, vulnerable, prey not the predator. It has you realising your many weaknesses, many vulnerabilities, many failings. 

“Shhh…” Riddick raises his hand out in front of you, a universal sign to stop, while the other comes to his lips in a shushing motion. If he were a dog, his ears might very well have pricked up at the slightest sound. 

To you nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were no unusual sounds or movement in the brush. You couldn’t see anything out of place. Just as you begin to notice the silence, the lack of sound, that is the moment everything goes terribly wrong.

“Riddic-” You were cut off by your own scream. 

Things happen so fast that you don’t really have time to process them. One minute you are standing behind Riddick attempting to get his attention, the next a dark shape crashes into you and you’re on the jungle floor a heavy weight pressing on your chest and stopping your breathing. Your hands reach up instinctively, pushing against the creature in an effort to keep sharp gnashing teeth from your face, but you’re not strong and you’re not a fighter and you can feel your arms beginning to collapse already. Can hear yourself screaming for Riddick even as part of you thinks he’ll leave you there, abandon you to be eaten alive. There is a deep fear that this is it, this is the end. That it shall be painful, terrifying, lonely, and unfamiliar. 

Claws scratch at your arms, blood runs over your skin in rivulets as you scrabble in the dirt. Then as suddenly as the weight came it was gone, hefted off of you with an angry roar and the sound of a knife hitting flesh over and over again. You don’t look, can’t bring yourself to look, just lie there and breathe, in and out. You don’t want to see him do what he’s good at, don’t want to see alien blood, a dying creature, the parts of him that are less than gentle. So you stare up at the canopy and catch your breath, feeling the blood flow down your arms, the bruises that ache over your stomach, hips and legs. Feel the relief flow through you, combat the shock, as you realise you are not dead, you are alive, and he did not leave you to die. 

You’re rather numb in truth until you hear him muttering above you, “goddamn liability, deadweight…”, it shouldn’t upset you because it’s true. But it does, it upsets and angers you because you didn’t want to be here, you didn’t want any of this and you didn’t ask him to hang around, didn’t ask him to help you. You had no say in this. This was not your idea of a holiday, your idea of fun, or your fault. 

It forces you to your feet, forces you, despite the blood dripping from your wounds, to stand and face him, despite the bruises, despite the pain, despite the fear. You find yourself planting your feet even as you sway unsteadily, standing with hands on your wide hips and a scowl aimed at a man that could kill you easily. For the first time you’re too angry to overthink your actions towards the man. For a moment you stop thinking and start acting. 

“If i’m such a goddamn liability, then just leave me here! I didn’t ask for you to stay, Riddick! I didn’t ask for your help! If it’s such a fucking chore to have me along, if i’m really dead weight then leave me! Go!” You didn’t normally scream at anyone, it wasn’t your personality type. You were quiet, shy, retiring. A wallflower. You didn’t scream. You didn’t start fights. You didn’t do any of that. Anger wasn’t your natural response to anything. Fear was. But after being hunted down, time and time again by giant alien cats with venomous fangs and an uncanny ability to hide on a jungle planet, all while being called a liability, a dead weight by the one person you had to rely on, well, you were finally at your wits end. You were in pain, you were upset, frustrated and ready to just go home. 

You didn’t understand it. Why Riddick even bothered with you, practically a stranger. You knew you were a liability, that’s why it hurt so much when he said it. You were soft, emotionally and physically. You were a slow runner, a poor fighter, had terrible eyesight that required glasses, you weren’t light on your feet or graceful and you certainly didn’t know much about survival. You were overweight, unfit and unsure on your feet. You were prone to panic and tears, you were easily emotionally and physically unbalanced. Until this trip from hell you’d been content in the inner rim, working a normal job, a safe life. Your day to day had been comfortable, safe. Easy. You weren’t cut out for this, for danger and potential death and had Riddick, this known criminal, one of the most sought after murderers in the verse, not decided to stick by your side you’d have died at least ten times already. It didn’t make any sense and your frustration at yourself, the situation and at him had tears pooling in your eyes. You didn’t ask for any of this.

“I can’t.” He’s so impassive, so calm, that it pisses you off more. It pisses you off how hard it is to read him, how he hides his eyes behind black goggles that stop you understanding him. How he hides all emotion from you so easily. How is he okay with this? How is he so calm when everything around the two of you wants to kill you, when he could have left this goddamn planet already if you weren’t slowing him down at every turn? How could he stand there above the body of some hell spawn creature and just stare at you like that, like everything was just fine, just normal? Like he wasn’t covered in it’s blood. Like you weren’t dripping in your own. Like you hadn’t almost died. Again. 

“I..I don’t get it…? What do you mean you can’t? You could walk the fuck away right now. I can’t stop you! No one else is here to stop you! If you want to leave, leave! No one’s holding you back, Riddick! No one is going to stop you! I can’t bloody well can’t! Look at me!” You sound hysterical even to your own ears but you can’t help it. You are so scared, so confused, so frustrated, so panicked by all that’s happened, all that could happen. You gesture down to yourself, to the bloody coating you, the way you protectively hold yourself off of your hurt leg, the sheer stature different between the two of you. All the things that make it very abundantly clear that if he chose to simply walk away you couldn’t stop him. 

“Listen, princess, it’s not that fucking simple!” The snap is almost relieving, that he’s not as cold, not as impassive as you thought. That he could break too. That he could be angry, that he could be upset, that this wasn’t just normal. Even as his steps closer cause your back to hunch, cause you to second guess your antagonist behaviour. 

“I don’t understand!” 

With a growl he’s crowding you against a tree, thick arms caging you in. He’s imposing, large, a head taller than you and the action has him taking over every one of your senses. He never touches you in anger and while the display is intimidating, it oddly enough doesn’t scare you. It almost feels secure. Perhaps because not once has he done anything to suggest to you that he would hurt you, every move he’s made has been to keep you safe. Every time he’s touched you has been to pull you from danger or bring you back to your feet. Despite his harsh appearance, his foul language and the deadliness that he displays at every turn, he has never once given you cause to fear him. To fear how he would treat you. 

“You’re my mate, got it?! I don’t get to choose, I don’t get a choice! I can’t leave you! I just fucking can’t, so you’re a fucking liability and dead weight, but you’re my dead weight, got it? I ain’t fucking leaving you, we either both get off this motherfucking planet or we both get eaten by these fucks, princess. There’s no inbetween, understand?” Silver eyes flash at you as he tears the goggles from his eyes,  his brow furrows and the muscles in his thick neck and broad shoulders bunch and move with every piece of tension that bursts through him. You are distinctly and sharply reminded that Riddick is a predator in every sense of the word, while you are prey. You are on two separate ends of the spectrum. 

“Mate…?” Your eyes flit across the landscape behind his head, trying to process all those words and all their meanings. You don’t understand, you don’t understand any of it. But, those words soothe you in a way you can’t explain. He isn’t going to leave you. For whatever reason, for whatever this is, whatever he means, he isn’t going to leave you.  You let out a breath you didn’t even realise you’d been holding. He’s not leaving, even if you’re a liability, a deadweight. Even when things get bad, he’s not leaving. He is, at this point, your only chance at getting home, getting away from him, of surviving. The panic in you begins to soothe, calm and settle. 

“We don’t have time for this.” You’re startled by the sudden display of affection as the man cups the back of your neck and presses his forehead into your own, “Just trust me.”

“I do, Riddick, I trust you” It’s hard to explain, the trust you feel for him, the safety as you let him lead you once more through the jungle. You are bleeding, in pain and still ever so aware of the dangers around you, but you have an implicit belief that with Riddick you are as safe as you can be. That if there was ever a person to carry you through this it would be him. 

You might still be confused, might not understand what he means by you being his mate or by his obligation towards you, but you know that he isn't leaving you for dead and that is enough right now. That is more than enough.

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@unwaivering sent: “I love it when you take charge.” (Riddick for Vaako)

ㅤㅤㅤ"That--" Vaako grits out, his reply so sharp it nearly becomes a snarl, "--is a bold-faced Lie." Typically, the Necromonger's composure is ironclad, even in the face of Riddick's more vexing flirtations. But right now?... He's currently incandescent with Rage.

ㅤㅤㅤ(Whether that Rage is directed at the intruders attempting to kill his Lord Marshal, or at Riddick himself… that remains to be seen.)

ㅤㅤㅤCrouched behind a heap of rubble, in the shadow of a crumbling structure that was once this planet's political forum, Siberius works with savage efficiency. He presses a self sealing steri-patch over the bleeding wound grooved across Riddick's bicep, fingers clamping down hard to stem any blood loss. The phaser blast somehow nicked a major artery in the Furyan's arm, and since Riddick still hasn't accepted purification, it's a wound that might actually prove fatal.

ㅤㅤㅤ(Not that Vaako would allow such an ignorable promotion to full-dead for his Mate. They will go together, stepping beyond the Underverse's Threshold in their Due Time, and not a moment sooner.)

ㅤㅤㅤ"You hate when I'm in charge," The Necromonger reminds Riddick, releasing his arm once he's satisfied that no more of the Furyan's life blood will be escaping his body, "-- you don't even let me control the method of our sparring, regardless of whether it's within or without our bedchamber."

ㅤㅤㅤNot that Siberius is complaining… he's just making a point.

ㅤㅤㅤMore incoming phaser fire bounces off the rubble around them, and Vaako's pale features grow more angular by the ferocity in his expression. He shoots Riddick a look, "…These combatants are not native to this planet. Who are they, and why are they trying so hard to kill you?"