#jupiter balem

[tom-the-queer-artist]

they're the transgender aliens that they were talking about in the presidential debate

[fawkes5050]

Eddie in Jupiter Ascending

[wearethewitches]

My Jupiter Ascending kick is absolutely stealing my brain this month, enough that I commissioned Jupiter and Kalique from the amazing ✨@deannamb✨, because they are the best, and they deserve more fan art.

(Yes, Kalique is definitely flirting. Yes, Jupiter is horrified and in disbelief at the very thought. And maybe a tiny bit flattered.)

[bhaallbabe]

gortash girlies also wanted to fuck this guy

[howdoyouwhiskit]

Once again adding to lists of my posts technically from tiktok but I’m cross posting here.

Can you tell I have a lot of fictional character anger? /s

[whatarewedoingdude]

Jupiter Ascending may have been a whack ass movie. But god damn we need Eddie Redmayne to serve that level of cunt again

[laufire]

JUPITER ASCENDING (2015)

[Caption: large gifs from the aforementioned film. Jupiter states that, even if she doesn’t seal the electronic document Balem handed her while threatening her and her family’s lives, he can’t touch the Earth even if he kills her. He claims the Earth belongs to him, that it is his right; Jupiter removes her arm, refusing to use her seal, looks him in the eye and says “Not anymore.” Balem says she has no idea of what she’s doing, threatening, and Jupiter replies, “I’m making sure that whatever you do to me and my family, you’re not able to do to anyone else’s.”]

[scifi-smashorpass]

Balem Abrasax (Jupiter Ascending)

[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Chapter 31 END)-Balem series

A/N: Guys...guys, I actually did it. 4 and a half years later but I fucking did it lmao listen, this was always the ending I had in mind, but a little shorter than intended, but it is what it is and I am just happy to have finished it for anyone still interested lol fucking hell...even if no one reads it, I'm proud I even came back to finish. Not beta read because I'm too worked up to care about grammar.

Mood Music: my own cheers and tears

***

Blades of grass thread between your toes, cold and smooth, dotted by the dew of morning that provides a sense of relief to the heat around you. You spread your arms in the warmth of the atmosphere, eyes closed and head tilted back to let your very being breathe in the day.

Your chest rises and falls with every hardened breath, inhales just as strong as the exhale to take in the sunrise. And oh, is it one with earth. The view brings a smile to your face, feet taking one, two, three steps until the field is open, long stalks of various plants tickling your skin, over your bare feet and ankles, the tallest reaching your shoulders that peek over the red cloth of your dress.

It’s Summer, you think. Must be. For the heat is grand and the sunrise is wanting.

It’s big, orange, burning yellow and bright along the horizon of where you stand. You take the view in, lips quirking into a grin, reminiscing of Summer’s past, where earth has given you joy as a child.

This is much the same. A grand sun, backdropped to orange and yellow hues, signaling the day’s start. But in contrast, there is snow. Falling from above, in delicate flakes, hitting your bare shoulders, melting over collarbones and you hold your hand out, collecting them into your palm.

Snow in summer....not of earth, and it makes you smile. “Just like home...”

***

“I don’t know what to say...”

His forehead came to rest on yours, eyes closed as he urged you to say what you both wanted. “You do.”

You do....

The very idea of that made you laugh, inwardly of course, because you were more than aware a certain Primary would frown upon that reaction. “I don’t, Balem. I don’t even know where to begin...”

His eyes pierce into you, steady, eerily calm but you’ve known him long enough to gauge the swirl of fear in them, tinged with an urgency that begs you to choose him. To desire him like you once did—still did. “You come here, expecting—expecting what? That I allow myself to be yours again? That I turn a blind eye to the world you literally create for yourself? You’re asking me to live with the fact you...you...”

“I am what I am, little bird. And I’ve never claimed to be more. I have given you my very existence, earth be damned...” His eyes flicker down your features, lingering on your lips, hand raised by his side to touch but he doesn’t dare to do more than merely hover there, waiting, pleading for your acceptance. “I don’t want it, I don’t yearn for it, there is little here I care for and I’m currently in its presence.” Balem’s gaze softens, that sheen of hesitance there, so unlike his usual self that makes you question so much. “I have promised you. I will never take from this planet, there is no bargain here. I ask nothing in return, but if I must,” and it’s then you hold your breath, solid in your chest as he begins to kneel.

The very sight is unimaginable, a man with so much to his name, his worth so grand you’re of very little consequence to him in the grand scheme of life...yet, he kneels. Before you.

The hand he had stretched out now moves forward, gripping yours in a tight hold, fingers threading through your own. His palms are cold, you notice, and all at once, you wish to warm them.

“If I must yield to you,” and he squeezes, so softly, but the touch burns all the same. “Know that I do so with every intent of my...” a breath. “My heart.”

“Balem—“

“Come back with me—to me, Y/N.”

His words pierce you, throughout your entire soul, so strong they make you squeeze his hands back in response. You’d be foolish to deny the way your heart seeks him, willingly beating in earnest of a love you hold. There is no consequence to your emotions, that much you’re plainly aware of, but it is morality that whispers in your ear. Softly kissing the idea that he can never change into your mind. That he can gift your worlds and still hold many more in his grasp.

Then again, has he ever asked more from you than your love? Such a simple notion in reality, to give yourself to someone so fully but to him...to him that must be the only concept that eludes him in life. In all his centuries of living, he’s never once flirted with its grasp.

Until now.

Until you...

Enough to gift you the entirety of earth. To ask nothing in return, to kneel...if you had the presence of mind, you’d have smiled at the action, because you’re more than aware he’s never kneeled for a single person in his long life.

Morality speaks of truth, and in that you find one thing; you do love him. No matter the actions of his life, his business, his past indiscretions, you still loved him. You knew deep down the profound nature of your feelings towards him would never change, and your time back on earth had proven that. How often can a person admit such things? How often can anyone say they’ve been faced with this decision, it’s unlikely, that’s for certain.

However, seeing him before you, kneeling, lips brushing over your knuckles as he closes his eyes in preparation of your answer...you realize one inevitable fact; yes or no...you love him.

And what more should matter?

***

Gentle footsteps sound behind you, and with little more than a turn of your head, you see Mr. Night by the entryway.

"Are you ready?"

Have you ever been? You'd be lying if you said some small part of you never hesitated...

***

Your eyes move to the deed in your hands, the tablet smooth, so small yet holding a power far beyond your own importance. I have Earth, you think softly to yourself, and what do I do now?

"Come back with me..."

Balem's urgent whispers bring you back to the moment. You glance up to see him standing closer, his hand outstretched, shaking so slightly you'd almost miss it.

"I beg you."

You swallow, pained--grateful, in a very wrong way, but that warmth sweeps you in its grasp. Come back with me, he keeps asking, but your hands remain tucked at your sides, one tightening around the tablet...

***

"I am." You say it so matter-of-factly, pulling the corners of your gown up to pack yourself to the entryway. Your bare feet feel content with the grounds of the garden, always your favorite place amongst this monstrosity of a palace, and it's only when you near the golden doors you slip them back into your heels, a stark, vibrant red. They glitter against the fading sunlight, and you take one look back at the vast gardens. "I am..."

***

"Okay..." It's so soft when you say it. So soft Balem seems taken aback, a line drawn between his brows as he nears you, frightened in his own right.

"Say it again..."

You look to him, somewhat moved by his own surprise. Perhaps he truly did not come with expectations, "Okay..." Only a desire to see you off in a way that would honor his old promises, honor his own feelings for you. It settles a confidence in your heart, one that makes it a little easier to know deep down... you've made the right decision. "I'll go back with you." The affirmation feels like a heat radiating through your being, waking your muscles as you slowly reach for his hand that remains ever so pleading to you. "I'll go back." You say more pointedly, threading your fingers through his pale ones, his cold palms soothing to you. It's a memory of a softer time... when you could pretend the ethics behind all of this didn't matter.

When you could pretend, just for a moment, you were both normal human beings...with nothing more than love between you.

Balem's fingers tighten around yours, fearing you'd let go at any moment. As if you'd change your mind, and he'd be left just as heartbroken as before. His eyes glow with adulation, but wary of how far his own feelings could take him.

"Little bird..."

***

Snow still falls around you, and only when you reach your palm out do you realize it's ash. You stare towards the refinery in the distance, smoothing your thumb across the flake and watching it dust your fingertips.

There is beauty in the world around you, gardens elongating down the pathways, the windows, the arches...and then there is darkness. It's never too far, is it?

But a smile still comes to your face. Perhaps guilty, perhaps content. In the end, you pay it all no mind. You knew...you knew not everything in this universe can be saved. Maybe not even yourself...

"Little bird."

But what is happiness, if not a selfish thing.

"I'm coming."

You slip through the doorway, fingers finding Balem's as he gracefully smiles at you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a subdued kiss. You feel his desire in it, feel the urgency to move all of this along.

To find that end that catered to both your hearts.

"In here, my lord." Mr. Night pushes the doors to the throneroom open, Balem's white and gold cap sliding effortlessly across the tiles. A man resides on the high steps, dresses in robes, and beckoning you both forth.

"Would your majesty place his hand forth, signifying the bond."

Your eyes drift to the machine floating before you both, Balem moving his hand with no hesitation towards it. You watch in awe as a light shines from it, a mechanism arching over his finger as it burns an elaborate ring across it. His eyes never stray from yours, a pride glowing in them as he lifts his hand to show the imprint of his devotion.

"Your turn, little bird." It's said gently, almost humorously, so unlike him that it actually makes you laugh. Maybe he still thinks you'll turn heel and run, or maybe he's so engrossed in a moment he can't believe is actually occurring.

But you know this is what you want--what you asked for.

A devotion dressed in chaos, in uncertainty, yet...in perpetuity.

You lay your palm across the machine, watching as the glow of the ring etches into your skin. There is no turning back, and you remember the words, the vows, you both whispered to each other this morning while lying in bed. They were meant for this moment, but Balem had asked you to only repeat them to him and only him.

For anyone else's ear need not know what you mean to each other.

So even when darkness takes over the day, when your rings shine in each other's tangled hands, do you dare to say them to him again.

"I, Y/N, take Balem Abrasax," his lips pepper down your neck, one hand slipping under the end of your gown to lift it up, "to be my husband..." your breath hitches in your throat, "I enter into this union," his lips slide to your chin, halting there before he brings them to your own, "being of sound mind..."

"My beautiful little bird." His achingly devoted words get kissed into your lips, and you moan softly from the urgency of it all. The vows sing inside your head and you wonder, very briefly, how your heart could change you so much.

All for one man...

"Of my..." But in the very end, your illusion of what perfection was, what being good was...seemed so irrelevant in his arms, "own volition."

***

A/N: holy fuck I actually ended this series....fuck me, thank you, all of you, for ever having read this at all lol like...what?! It's so cheesy but fun to write and share and I realize many of you probably aren't around anymore but to those who ever stuck around and wished or hoped for an end, I hope this is something.

Thank you. Truly.

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

Jupiter Ascending (2015) - Behind the scenes.

#my screenshots

[charliedawn]

Could you do one with Balem Abrasax where reader is Jupiter best friend and her and Balem Abrasax fall for eacthother and maybe that changes his mind about earth and stuff since he falls for reader

Fandom( Jupiter acsending)

(I never wrote for this character. So, I apologize for any mistake I may have done concerning the original story. I hope you'll like it.)

Balem had commanded you be brought before him as soon as he had heard of your presence withing his ship and as many of the children's whims—nobody dared refuse.

You were brought forth and Balem's eyes swept over your shivering form with idle interest.

"So...You are the one who managed to befriend mother."

You blinked twice before daring raising your voice to correct.

"Not mother, my lord. Jupiter. She is not your mother. She is my best friend."

The crowd gathered around the both of you seemed to gasp and whisper. Your skin crawled at the uncomfortable sensation of thousands of eyes on you.

You thought Balem would be upset at your contradicting, but he seemed almost amused by it.

"You love her so much, don't you ?"

You gulped at his sickly sweet tone and the way his eyes seemed to bore into yours. He didn't even blink once.

"I do. She is like a sister to me.", you finally confirmed and didn't expect Balem's reaction.

In the flash of a second, he was standing right in front of you and held your chin in a tight grip—his cold dead eyes staring into yours intently.

"Sickening...Sickening affection.", he spat—as if it was an insult. "So much love in your gaze. So much naivety. Tell me, young dove...Do you fancy striking a deal with the devil ?"

"...What ?", you breathed out—scared and confused. His fingers digged painfully into your flesh as he reiterated his demand.

"I'll spare your precious Earth. I'll even spare the one you call Jupiter. All you have to do...is agree to stay with me. And take mother's place."

Your eyes watered at the notion of what he was asking of you and you wondered if it was better to throw yourself at his feet and beg for his mercy, or try to reason with him.

You settled for the latter.

"My lord...I am but a mere human. I am not worthy of such an offer. W...Why would you...?"

He clicked his tongue in disapproval and you were scared he might actually dislocate your jaw by the sheer force of his grip.

"Now now...Don't sell yourself short, my dear. I collect things. Rare things. Pretty things. And you...you are the most interesting and precious thing mother has acquired within her time on Earth."

Your breath hitched as his smile widened—almost unnaturally so—as he added.

"And everything mother owns...I want and must acquire."

He finally let go of your jaw to let his finger travel up and down the side of your face. He then leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

"Without you, Jupiter would be crushed. A mess. One I cannot wait to see and enjoy thoroughly."

You closed your eyes and your whole body trembled as you realized...you were never going home.

"I wonder how much time it will take for you to hate me...?"

You looked up at him and even though he deserved your hatred and your wrath—you couldn't help but pity the prince.

You had heard of what happened to his mother, the way he had had to kill her because she was tired of life.

No child should suffer such responsibility.

"...I agree."

Your own answer surprised you, but you had no choice either way. He wasn't going to stop tracking Jupiter—and you would be caught dead before making her suffer another day of torture if you could help it.

"My life. And you'll set Jupiter and Earth free from your torment."

Balem seemed to think about it before smiling and bringing your hand to his cold lips.

"~You have my word."

And hence, it was done.

You became Balem's belonging and had to leave Jupiter and your life behind. And Balem was not easy to please.

"Y/N..."

You raised your eyes to meet the ones of the person you had learned to recognize as your master. He had a pensive look on his face and hummed to himself before dragging you up so he may have a closer look at you.

You were wearing Jupiterian' clothes now and had learned not to speak unless spoken to—which had earned yourself a little recognition from the man before you.

It was terrible how your thoughts and feelings were now linked to the man. He controlled your very existence, pulled your strings like a skillful puppet master.

"Tell me, Y/N. When will you start hating me ?"

You pondered on the question you had asked yourself so many times before and sighed. Truth was ? You had no idea.

He was moody. Childish. Arrogant. Selfish. Possessive...

And yet, you still couldn't bring yourself to hate him.

"Probably never, your highness."

Balem seemed taken aback by your answer, but a mocking smirk soon took its place on his face as he scoffed.

"You are such a compassionate being. Sickening really...Sick and contagious. Like a virus. A plague."

His eyes seemed to darken as he talked before his lips tightened into a thin line in obvious discontent.

"Get up."

You obeyed. You deduced your time must have come to an end and even though you knew better than to try to beg for your life—you still tried.

"...Balem. Please."

But, it wasn't the right answer it seemed as he fisted a hand in your hair and yanked you back to seethe.

"No. No more pleading. I am done waiting for things. I shall take. Take from now on until I am satisfied."

And...taking your life would bring him satisfaction ?

"And when will you be ?", you asked and the room fell into a deep silence.

"Ssh...Pretty things do not talk.", Balem finally shushed you before kissing your lips.

You were then too stunned to speak and Balem chuckled darkly.

"...Here we go. See ? You can shut up."

It was said in such a calm and collected way, it felt like a soft caress when in fact it was poison.

Your eyes burned with uncanny fire as you suddenly took him by the collar and shook him back and forth.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT ?! WHY ?! I THOUGHT WE COULD HAVE BEEN...!", you started—but Balem interrupted you.

"What ? Friends ? Don't make me laugh. We will never be friends, pet. As I have left my name on all this destruction and those planets, you shall soon recognize my name branded into your very body and soul—if you have one. So, better get used to it."

You took a couple of staggering steps back and felt tears in your eyes again.

"...You're a monster.", you recognized finally and covered your mouth with both hands in horror.

He seemed to feel guilty at first, lowering his face and the shadows covering his eyes. You felt the urge to comfort him rise again in your chest—swept away by a deep dark chuckle that turned into a mad cackle as he threw his head back in dramatic satire.

He closed his eyes and when his laughter had died down, his eyes slowly raised to meet yours. No compassion. No mercy.

"Took you long enough."

"S...Stop looking at me with those eyes.", you told him—even though you doubted he would listen. And sure enough, he didn't.

"My mother told me I had the most beautiful eyes in the galaxy."

He took a step forward.

"My father told me I was crafted from the finest gold and had a wonderful careful nature."

Another step.

"But, truth is ? I always found myself to be dark charcoal. Silent. Dark. And deadly."

He was trapping you in a corner—you realized. But, when you tried to escape, his arms wrapped around your waist and as much as you tried to pull away, you were no match for his alien strength.

He was sculpted in stone and you were clay into his hands.

"Balem...", you called out his name—but he didn't answer at first. He only let out a soft breath while nuzzling your neck affectionately.

"Yes, little dove ?"

You took him by surprise by softly scratching his scalp and embracing him fully.

"I forgive you."

He blinked several times before his lips quivered and he tightened his hold on you, fisting his hands in the soft fabric of your dress as he started crying softly in the crook of your neck.

You soothed him and even though the incredibly uncomfortable spiky suit he was wearing was digging into your skin, you didn't stop.

There was little to no hope for Balem, but it wouldn't stop you from loving him.

And it hurt. More than any knife or poison thrown your way.

You let out a heavy sigh while petting his head and the slight shift in your proximity was mistaken for discomfort.

He slowly pulled away from you to look at you intently with those beautiful eyes of his. His mother was right about one thing...

He then saw the red marks his outfit had left on you and frowned a little before trying to soothe them with his gloved thumb.

"Even now...You prefer to stay silent rather than tell me when I'm hurting you.", he mused before his eyes returned to your face. But, it was no empathy in his gaze...no.

He smiled.

"It only makes me want to hurt you more.", he confessed huskily and your breath hitched as he suddenly digged the tip of his thumb into your already sensitive skin for a second or two.

But, he quickly retreated when you let out a small cry and instead, pressed his lips to the abused flesh.

"...You taste like mandarins.", he commented.

You didn't know how to answer the comment of the prince...lord ?...his highness ?

You then realized you had never really understood Jupiterian's chain of command.

Most people called Balem 'Lord', but they also said he was part of the 'Royal family'. It made you realize just how important he was. He was royalty. Untouchable. He had always been praised and spoiled rotten. No wonder he had turned out the way he had.

"...I sometimes wonder if I should do like mother and ask someone to end my life. But, I have no one I could ask it to, no one that would hold my hand and tell me that everything will be alright...", he said before looking up at you with something soft in his eyes—some hidden weakness. "...Would you be that person one day—I wonder ?"

It wasn't a question adressed to you. You didn't reply and he hummed before intertwining your fingers.

"One day...One day, I will set you free, little dove. I promise. But until then..."

He tightened his grip on you and his eyes returned to their cold and calculating state and you shivered again.

"...Until then, you are mine. Your heart. Your body. Your soul."

You closed your eyes and let the prince embrace you once more, his slender hands trapping you in his arms.

"...Until then, you are stuck with me, little dove."

You let out a heavy sigh of defeat. Deep down, you already knew—but it felt different to hear him say it. He was without shame. Without remorse.

And it made you want to fight against whatever affection for him was blooming in your chest even more.

You tried to escape his cursed embrace, but he wouldn't budge and shook his head.

"Ssh...Settle down, little dove. We wouldn't want to have to pin down your wings so soon."

And as if to prove his commitment, he pulled out a dagger from his belt and ran it across your leg warningly.

You stopped struggling instantly and he seemed satisfied.

"Good, little dove. Good. You learn quickly."

His eyes gleamed with insanity and vicious sadistic pleasure.

He was insane. You knew as much. And it hurt you to know that you might never be able to change his twisted mind.

"Do I scare you, little dove ?", he asked.

You were tempted to lie, but finally nodded.

"Yes."

His smile didn't falter.

"Good. You should be."

He then finally released you and walked away.

"I'll see you around, little dove."

Even if he was the cruelest of all captors, he still remained the most majestic being you had ever seen. He seemed to float above the polished floor like a ghost.

His smile haunted you and it was only when he was out of the room that you regained your breath and your heart made its presence known in hour chest.

Yes. Balem was evil. There was no doubt about it, but...

Oooh...Did you want him. It was pure desire. And it made your skin crawl to be perfectly aware of your attraction to this bringer of chaos.

You smiled through your tears and threw your head back before letting out a pained laugh, covering your face as you did.

Maybe were you going insane too...?

[tom-the-queer-artist]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE REDMAYNE!!!!!!

[abrasax-balem]

blood-covered stairs, haunted chambers

dark passages sounding with a dull roar of passing millenia

drilling me hollow

I am suffocating with my memories

they choke my throat with invisible fingers

I am not alone, facing the cruel grin of time

I will make you feel it too

[the-breath-in-air]

kinda wanna write a fic with these three shouty, campy men interacting

I dunno what the story would be or how they'd all end up in the same universe or any of it. But hot damn, there'd be so much theatrics and drama.

Like, everything at eleven at all times. Lestat and Balem just making long, elaborate monologues. And Brother Day just silently judging them both. Until he loses his patience and throws a tantrum in the most dramatic way possible. At which point Lestat and Balem both burst into hysterics. Everyone just screaming and crying.

It'd be hilarious.

[wipbigbang]

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[bookgeekgrrl]

#Happy Pride to whatever this man was doing in that film (@tjalexandernyc)

Eddie Redmayne as Balem Abrasax in Jupiter Ascending