#riddick is just like ????

[primitiveside]

-> various pitch black promotional imagery

[knightotoc]

I was looking for reviews of The Chronicles of Riddick and I instead found this hilarious review of Fifty Shades Darker that is actually a stealth review of The Chronicles of Riddick. Apparently in the book teenage Christian Grey had posters of Fight Club and The Matrix, but in the movie he had a poster of The Chronicles of Riddick. This makes Christian slightly younger (late 90s -> early 00s), more brand loyal (Riddick and Fifty Shades are both Universal), and, most crucially, wayyyyy dorkier. Fight Club is on one end of the edgy-earnest spectrum, and The Chronicles of Riddick is on the other (The Matrix is bilocating).

But for the grace of God, teenage Christian Grey could have had a Revenge of the Sith poster, and I would have had to watch these movies and sympathize with him. Still even I have to acknowledge that Riddick is funnier.

[annwayne]

The WIP game looks fun, the Oc x Rikkick isekai fic looks fun, but I'm also really interested by Alice in Atlantis.

I'll take any opportunity to talk about my wips bc lord knows I'm far from posting them 🥲

The oc x riddick isekai is suchhh a fun fic and probably my saddest? bittersweet, I'll say. but I love it sooo much. Very general summary-Ares is a regular person living in a regular world, until one night they wake up from a very vivid dream with marks that match how they died in their dream. Also, that dream world is a movie they are obsessed with called Pitch Black.

Alice in Atlantis is my SGA long fic, and actually the second fic since I've started writing fic again (around 2022?). Alice is a human scientist who's been with the Atlantis expedition since the beginning. When an alliance between Atlantis and Todd the Wraith forms, she's the scientist tasked with working with Todd to find a gene therapy that'll allow Wraith to eat regular food. This is that story. (and its a ship fic between Todd and Alice, if that wasn't clear lol)

oc x Riddick isekai:

“I don’t blame you.” I broke the silence of us sitting on the ridge overlooking the desolate camp.   “What’s that now?” Riddick scraped off that black goo he used to shave his head into a bucket.  A beat passed between us as I stared out at the multiple suns in the sky. “I’ve spent a long time thinking about why you’ll do what you do.” He glanced my way. “It never made sense to me, especially with how much you stick up for Jack. I don’t think I could even imagine thinking how you do. I don’t think I’m supposed to.” He scraped another line of goo from his scalp. “It’ll happen again.”  From my peripheral vision I saw Riddick lift his head to look at me. He didn't need to ask what I was talking about. I kept looking forward.  “Considering what’s coming, I’m not sure if I’ll come back.”  “What’s coming?” He asked, voice steady and serious. Everyone else thought me insane or cursed, but Riddick listened. Didn’t mean he always believed me, but he was smart enough to listen.  “A blood bath.” I answered, finally meeting my own eyes via the reflection of Riddick’s goggles. “You’ll run.” His head tilted back. “I don’t run.”  “You’ll want to.” A sigh slipped from me. “But that’s what I wanna talk about–I want you to know, no matter what happens to me, I don’t blame you because I know you’ll do the right thing when it matters.”  He sat, taking everything in perhaps. “That’ll be the first time you’ve been wrong, little girl.”

Alice in Atlantis:

"Ugh, you should have seen me, Teyla. I was a disaster in the lab." "I'm sure it was not as bad as you think it, Alice." Ronon’s eyes flickered with curiosity. A sly grin grew as he asked, "What happened?" The doctor pulled back the lid on her fruit cup and in one swift movement knocked back the contents of the plastic cup as if it were a shot. A habit from childhood. After wiping off the stray juice on her lips, Dr. Tucker answered. "I was focused, in the zone. Completely forgot where I was and who I was with. After I ran the simulation the whole program flashed errors at me and I swore at the computer." "I've heard Rodney threaten to rip apart a computer's mother before." The muscular man bit into his apple. Teyla gestured towards the full bottle of water on Alice's plate. "That's not all." Dr. Tucker grabbed the bottle, following Teyla's urging. After taking a long gulp she continued. "I guess Todd was curious. Hell, I'd be too. It was the first words I'd spoken since we started."  Ronon sat up and rested his elbows on the table. He crossed his arms and tilted his head while listening. Teyla finished off the last of her mashed potatoes as Alice continued. "He came over to check my work, only I didn't notice. So next thing I know, a Wraith is leaning over my shoulder and pointing out my mistake." Between words Dr. Tucker forgot about her lack of appetite and started shoveling down her meal. "I nearly fell off my stool and then couldn't say a word without shaking. It was pathetic."  Ronon chuckled quietly and Teyla threw a glare at him. "Alice, you have never encountered the Wraith in person before. It is sensible to react fearfully." "Sensible, but not strong." "So get stronger." Ronon lifted a hand the doctor's way. After a blank expression from her, the Satedan continued. "I've been giving Dr. Keller lessons. You could join us."

[skeptic-roach]

the entire fight sequence between junner and riddick in dark fury is the gayest fucking thing i have ever seen

[denydefeatarcarchive]

I still love the idea of Fry surviving and repairing one of the ships and getting off the planet years later, but being super fucked up because she's basically been surviving off of the creatures and stuck in eternal darkness for years. Anyways, who do I have to pay for Riddick characters?

[slaughterhouseshowboat]

A, C, D, E, L, N

A -Affection:How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Declan is very affectionate during sex. He's holding his partner close, he's kissing and nuzzling and purring and giving little love bites. He'll hold them after and make them feel safe and loved and taken care of. After that, he'll get on with his life as usual; Declan doesn't feel the way humans feel and he isn't convinced that he even can become romantically attached the way humans do. Because of this, he's absolutely willing to fuck and do these things with people he's not romantically involved with.

C -Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

The real trick is getting him to shut up. Declan has no problem telling his partner what he wants, asking if his partner is still comfortable if they're doing something new, praising his partner in ways that pretty much always end in 'for me'. He has absolutely talked shop during sex, too: giving pointers in how to fight, or strategizing for the next match/mission/trial (verse dependent). He's absolutely been balls deep in someone- making them cry out as they cum on his cock again- while taking a phone call and having a completely serious conversation.

D -Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

Answered here \o/

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

Yes. Declan creates content shamelessly and will do so with the slightest prompting. The second best thing to fucking someone is watching a recording of himself fucking someone. He watches porn and doesn't really need even the pretense of a plot to enjoy it. He doesn't much read it; reading has a lack of sound that makes it difficult for Delcan to really get into it. In the time he comes from in his main verse, watching can also include a kind of VR experience, which he'll do unless it's from the POV of someone other than himself. Porn totally gets him in the mood.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

The only place Declan is against licking is feet. This is not because of any kind of 'ew, gross'; it's because he feels he's too good to do something like that. He's a winner; winners don't need to lick toes. Anything else, he's happy to do and only gets more enthusiastic if his partner is moaning, whining, screaming his name while he does it.

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

Answered here \o/

[kraniumet]

people are mean to spectacle "justifiably" now (imo. most disneymarvel shit isn't even "spectacle" because it is so insincere and lacking & also boring) but people have genuinely always, from day one, called tfatf stupid. well I stand with my stupid girl 🫡

[primitiveside]

-> belongs in the asshole hall of fame

[serabellyms]

As much as she'd have loved to play the diplomacy card, she had to hope that even he understood that they didn't have time for niceties, not with the damn ship going down in flames. She'd be lying if she wasn't feeling a little antsy as he didn't answer; she just wanted to get the hell out of there, with or without him. Hearing the hiss of the hydraulics on the doors, Kat breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened, though she frowned briefly. "I could've done that," she muttered to herself, eyes glancing down the hall as she kept her senses on alert.

When he mentioned her ride, though.... Oh, she had something to say about that. "Much better," she answered proudly, pulling up the station's information on her omni-tool. “Not that way, though. There’s, uh… a few holes thanks to the other one we came here to get.” The one Cerberus wanted her to get. “Hang a left, we’ll head around Cell Block D.” At least, that was the way she’d come; hopefully it was still intact. Just to be safe, she pulled out her spare breather, tossing it at him. "Just in case."

Others could be heard banging on the doors of their cell, begging to be let out as the alarms blared. Kat didn’t want to think about who they were or what they’d done; if she started thinking like that, she’d probably end up spaced again. That… and if she let them free, who was to say they wouldn’t take lives again, like they had previously? Kat wasn’t about to recruit a criminal without some research of her own. She’d done what she could to find information on Jack—which wasn’t a lot—but Riddick she’d found plenty.

Either way—they both weren’t fans of Cerberus. At the very least, the enemy of her enemy could be an ally. Most would be a fool to turn their back on a criminal, but Kat was no fool; he was unarmed—and unprotected—and she had heavily defensive biotics she could rely on if he dared try anything. Commander Shepard hadn’t earned her reputation for nothing.

As they made their way to the ship, Kat caught a frown from Miranda, one she quickly silenced. “Don’t even say it, Lawson,” she replied as they were in the airlock. “Or I’ll be the one to space you.” It was an empty threat—Miranda was far too important to their mission for her to do such a thing—but empty or not, it held enough weight for Miranda to keep quiet, huffing as she quickly disappeared. Now… hell, she needed to play peacemaker.

“Jack, you can head down to the shuttle bay and find Williams. She’ll get you outfitted with something that doesn’t match Cerberus or prison aesthetics, and she can outfit you with some combat gear. Should give me enough time to get your request handled.” Ashley, at least, wasn't Cerberus, and that was probably what mattered the most when it came to getting Jack what she needed. With a nod, Jack departed, and that left Kat with only Riddick to deal with.

Turning to him, she pondered an offer. "There's a private shower up in my cabin, and I can arrange for some clean clothes and a meal, if you'd like. You're free to use it. Courtesy for not stabbing me in the back on the way to the ship." Plus, she needed a meal for herself. "I'd rather eat before we talk, anyway." She'd be far too irritable on an empty stomach for any level of diplomacy.

Facing mortal desperation, the prisoner above them stops his begging in favor of aggressive tactics. Banging of fists and boots against the unyielding cage.

Just background noise to minds already overcrowded with disasters of the past. Minds like theirs, unshaken.

Nothing penetrates his focus but thoughts of Cerberus. Pragmatism reminds: he can't afford daydreams of blood and revenge right now.

Riddick pulls away from the cell barrier. His hand - equipped with a metal shard - disappears into the jagged opening in the wall, twists his arm deeper. Blueprints shaping in his mind as he probes inside blindly until he feels the thrum of what he's after against the cutting tool. Pressing the raw edge forward, inward, further - it's not much different than opening up the right artery.

A grunt of effort. Air shoots out of the damaged wall with frightful, hydraulic hiss and big bright sparks. The warning system inside his cell bleats out its final slow notes as it goes dark within.

The barricade is eased open, manually. And the goggle wearing man steps through sputtering plumes of air pressure and into the strobe of the hall's red evacuation lights, with plenty of seconds left to spare.

"Your ride any better than the one in the hangar?" True, he intended to lodge that bit of knuckle-clutched metal in whatever guard was in the ship docks and leave on his own. The question was rhetorical, but he does know precisely where he's going. Riddick starts in that direction. She'll have the discussion she's come all this way to get.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Early

gn reader x Raphael

No warnings, just fluff

He usually comes by about halfway though his patrol. He only really gets to do it twice a week, but it is something he's begun to look forward to.

He hasn't realized yet that the first "half" of his nightly rounds has been growing shorter and shorter. That, on those nights, he's been counting the seconds until sundown, waiting at the manhole like a runner for a pistol. That, on those days, when he's supposed to be sleeping, he can't help thinking about all the things he can't wait to talk to you about.

He hasn't realized yet just how fucked he is.

He's early. Significantly. He can't help it, he's been thinking about you all day. For the last three days. You made the mistake of telling him you'd never seen the Riddick series, and he has spent the last three days coming up with a convincing argument to have a movie night with you. For the movies, of course.

He alights on the rooftop of the building across from your own, and smiles when he sees the warm light on in the living room.

A sweep of his color catches his attention as you enter the living room, hair wet as if you've just finished a shower. You are wearing the red blanket he knitted you a few months ago. As he watches you sit on the couch, and the blanket rides high up on your thigh, he realizes you are *only* wearing the blanket he knitted you a few months ago, and suddenly his shell feels way too tight.

He watches you lean over the coffee table and pick up your phone, the red knit sliding across your skin like silk. As a few stands of damp hair fall forward and you reach up to tuck them behind your ear, the blanket slips from one shoulder and his eyes can't help but follow the curve of your throat as his tongue turns to sandpaper.

You lay back on the couch, the blanket shifting to expose the skin of your side, the dip of your hips, the curve of your chest, and he's so focused on the vision in the building across from him he nearly falls off the roof when his phone vibrates.

After taking a moment to regain his footing and his composure, he looks at the phone.

You: [ETA?]

He looks back up at you. You are smiling softly as you wait for a response, red fabric draped across your bare skin, the contrast of color bringing attention to every slight shift in your position.

Fuck, you're beautiful...

You're the whole damn package, really. Smart, funny, a total knockout, what the hell are you doing spending all your time with him when you could be doing literally anything else? How could someone like you even give him the time of day?

Bruiser ♥️ : [Depends.]

He sees you make a face when you receive the message and smirks.

You: [On?]

Bruiser ♥️ : [On how much you miss me. 😏]

He sees a bright smile bloom on your face, and you laugh as you send the text, catching your tongue between your teeth.

You: [Desperately. 😭]

How were you both this fucking cute and this fucking hot at the same time? It can't be legal. A grin brakes across his features as well.

Bruiser ♥️ : [Be there in 5.]

....

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@thelaundrybitch @the-cauldron-witch @fyreball66 @ninnosaurus @tmntngl @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Looks Clear

This is part 8 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow along with the others decied the best way to make it off the planet alive.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language.

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Part 1 Part 7

Knowing that light hurts the beasts trying to hurt us, everyone quickly takes inventory of everything that makes light.

Despite how bad it looked or not caring how it looked I stuck close to Riddick. He kept me alive more than once today.

Plus I felt calmer around him. More myself. More in control. Something about being next to a man you knew could handle anything that got thrown at him.

So I stood next to him as I stood around the burning cutting torch trying to figure out a plan.

“So we got one cutting torch, we got two hand lights. There’s gotta be something we can rip out of the crash ship.”

“Spirts.” Paris says leaning forward to fan himself.

I was humid and stuffy in this room but it was better than being eaten alive.

“Anything over 45 proof burns rather well.”

“Mmm molotovs my favorite.” I say earning a snort from Jack.

I wink at her and smile. 

“Look, it's better than nothing.” Johns says, glaring at me.

“It was a joke.” I say, lifting my hands up.

I don’t even react as I feel the warm body heat behind me. Johns eyes bouncing to the figure behind me told me who it was.

I don’t know what I did to have the killer of the group be my bodyguard but I would take it. 

“How many bottles you got?” Carolyn asks, getting us in order once again.

“I don’t know, maybe ten.”

“Okay.” She says, nodding and looking over at Johns.

“Johns you got some flares.”

“So, maybe we got enough light.” She says, nodding.

“Enough for fucking what?” Johns asks.

“How thick are you? Do you wanna tell him or should I?” I ask, looking at Johns then Carolyn.

She holds her hand up as to tell me to shut up or she has this.

“We stick to the plan. We get the four cells back to the skiff, we’re off this rock.” 

“Look I hate to ruin a beautiful theory with an ugly fact.” Paris says standing up.

“But that sand cat is solar. It won't run at night.” He says walking over to Carolyn.

“So we carry the cells. We drag them whatever it takes.”

“You mean tonight with all those things out there?” Jack asks, holding onto her legs rocking back and forth. She was scared but doing a great job of holding it in.

I move to sit next to her wrapping my arms around her.

“It’s better to go now then wait them out. We don’t know how long the eclipse is going to last.” I say gently rubbing her back.

“Alright, how long can this thing last?” Johns asks, making me bite my tongue from starting something with him. That wouldn’t help us survive.

“A few hours? A day tops?” He says, very matter of fact.

I clench my jaw ready to shut up but decide against it.

“Didn’t we have this conversation a few hours ago? These people wouldn’t have left everything they own or the ship for that matter if they only had to deal with these things for a few hours or a day tops.” I say spitting the last word.

“I had the impression from the model the two planets were moving as one and there would be a lasting darkness.” Imam says looking at Johns.

“Thank you.” I say, holding my hand out towards Imam.

“Maybe you can only understand men.” I say earning a glare but he doesn't respond to me.

“Mmm.. These suns gotta come up sometime. And if these creatures are phonic about light then we just sit tight and we let the sun come up.” He says, meeting my gaze, the look on his face like he figured it out.

“Okay, where is the water we are going to drink? Or food or oh yeah we’ll probably freeze because deserts get cold at night time and a few days without sun will most likely kill us. If the lack of water and food doesn't. That’s if I put up with you that long.” I say, clenching my jaw.

“Why you little-.” Johns says starting to stand up. 

“Okay enough.” Carolyn says stepping in the middle of the room blocking our line of sight from each other.

“I’m sure somebody else said the same thing, locked inside that coring room.” 

“We need to think about everybody now. Especially the kid.” He says pointing at all of us.

“How scared is this poor boy gonna be out there in the dark.”

“Oh don’t you bring him into this.” I say, clenching my jaw and standing up. 

 “Yeah, don't use him like that.” Carolyn says.

“Like what?” Johns asks, looking disgusted.

“As a smoke screen.” Carolyn says at the same time I speak.

“As a shield.” 

“You deal with your own fear.”

“Yeah it’s okay to be scared Johns.”

“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth for two seconds and let me come up with a plan that dosn’t involve mass suicide.”

“You came up with one. It's sitting here waiting for the lights to go out so those things can eat us.” I say, the sounds of the creatures outside whaling making me take a breath.

Them clearly hearing us.

Breathing the breath out slowly I move to sit back next to Jack, wrapping my arm around her.

“I’m waiting.” Carolyn says, making me smirk.

I may have to change my mind about her after all.

“How much you weigh Johns?”

“What’s it matter Carolyn?” 

“How much?” She snaps back.

“Around seventy nine kilos.”

“Because you’re seventy nine kilos of gutless white meat.”

“And that’s why you can’t think of a better plan and you want to use Jack as an excuse.” I say joining in.

“Is that fucking right?” He says jumping up, snatching his gun out as he does. 

I don’t flinch.

I watch Riddick stand up stepping in front of him, blocking him from getting to any of us.

“Where are you going?” Johns asks, pressing the barrel of the gun into RIddick’s chin.

I have to stop myself from standing up. The anger I have towards Johns is starting to get to its boiling point. I wanted to hurt him but that would help any of us get out of this.

“This solves nothing.” Imam says, as if he was reading my thoughts.

I watch Riddick smirk, him lifting his goggles and looking over at Johns as the sound of tapping fills the air.

My eyes dropped to the sound seeing a homemade blade right on John’s crotch.

“Okay.” Johns says taking a step and sitting back down.

I couldn’t tell if he was smirking or giving him a fake smile. The look on Johns face creeping me out either way.

My head snaps to the right when Carolyn moves to crouch next to me and Jack.

“They’re afraid of our light. That means we don’t have to be so afraid of them.” She says calmly. Her eyes lifted up to meet mine.

I smile at her then down at Jack.

“You know I will make sure you are safe.” I say, rubbing her back. Jack nods, looking nervous but less scared.

“And you are sure you can get us there? Even in the dark?” Iman asks, looking over at us.

“No I can’t.” She says standing up.

“But he can.” She says looking over at Riddick.

I look up at him, his goggles still off him turning to look over his shoulder at her, the light hitting his face just right to show the silver shine in his eyes.

“That’s the smartest thing you said all day.” I say looking up at her.

She nods and bends down picking up the torch.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

Carolyn leads us back to the entrance of the ship. She uses the torch to shine under the ship in case there are any creatures hiding.

Sticking close together everyone starts to head out following her.

I’m stopped when a large hand grabs my wrist. Looking up over my shoulder I meet the face of Riddick.

Us being swallowed by darkness as the others leave out ahead of us.

“You know not everyone is gonna make it out of here.” He says, his low rubbing voice settling around me. It almost reminds me of the way a cat purrs. Something animal about it.

“Then let's make sure you, me, and Jack are on the list of the ones that do.”

“Is that all you care about?” He asks, sounding like a loaded question which I was trying not to read into.

“Honestly? Yes.”

He smirks, letting go of my wrist and heading towards the door. I stay close to him. The group of us stayed quiet as we walked outside up to the other side of the crashed ship.

“Riddick.” Carolyn whispers it is too risky for us to keep moving forward.

Riddick slides past me, his hand brushing my lower back as he does. I’m shocked by the shiver it shoots up my spine.

He walks to the front of the group, slipping his goggles up to look inside.

“Looks clear.” He calls back.

Johns pushes past me practically shoving me over as he sneaks up next to Riddick, gun in hand. Him having a light on the end of it.

I have to bite my lip to keep from snatching it out of his hand and beating him with it. Thoughts of stabbing him in his sleep enter my mind.

As soon as Johns light shines into the ship a monster comes jumping out towards them screeching.

Riddick drops to the ground, out of the way while Johns jumps to the right landing on his back.

The creature flies over our head away from the light. All of us ducking down. Jack’s grip on my hand tightening.

“You said"clear "." Johns says looking up at Riddick him slightly down a slope.

“I said it looks clear.” Riddick says back, making me smile at the sass.

“Well what’s it look like now?” He asks.

Riddick raises his head taking a quick glance before turning to look back shrugging.

“Looks clear.” He says, making me snort a giggle.

Everyone turned to look at me in a shocked horror.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t meant to be funny, I know.” I say, as Riddick and Johns get up.

Johns casually walked into the ship, everyone following behind. Jack rushed ahead to stay close to Carolyn’s light.

Riddick doesn't move until I reach his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I think the exhaustion is finally catching up to me.” I say, feeling heat rise up my cheeks.

Riddick doesn't answer him, lifting a hand to grab my chin. I don’t speak as he moves my head to the left and the right, most likely looking at the bruises there.

Taking a shaky breath I let it out as his touch fell from my face, my skin almost burning from where he touched it.

“I thought I smelt blood.” He says, I almost feel like more to himself than me. But he didn’t seem like the type to talk to himself.

“Is my lip bleeding?” I question reaching up to touch my lip.

“Must have been something else.” He says, turning towards the ship, the clicking sound of the creatures starting to grow louder.

“We need to leave.” He says.

I nod following him into the ship.

[my-name-is-heartache]

riddick x guardian angel reader

part one

NOT MY GIF! NOT MY CHARACTER!

Forgive me if it's not all correctly in order I haven't watched it in a while.

Part two in my drafts but only released if specially requested cause honestly I'm to mentally tired to finish it with no motivation

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood, canon violence, animal cruelty, self harm to survive,

please enjoy!

The first time he saw her was the discovery of vaakos betrayal.

He lay at the bottom of that cliff his leg snapped in two and his numerous wounds bleeding. The pain almost as blinding as her glowing light.

"am I dead?" He scoffed.

She merely smiled and shook her head and reached out her hand to pull him out of the rubble.

"it is not yet your time."

"so you know when it will be?" He had asked the pain vanishing as she lead him through the desolate land.

"I do," she smiled pulling a gourd from thin air and filling it with water pouring down from the cliff.

"where am I?" He said taking the gourd when she offered it.

"not furya, so I suggest you get up," she replied playfully and then she was gone.

He glanced around but when he tried to take a step he fell, instead of hitting the ground however he found himself buried back underneath the rocks.

the pain in his body burned almost as much as the sun against his eyes when he finally dug himself out.

Feebly he crawled over to what looked to be water but on closer expectation it was a sulfur pit.

But that was only the beginning, his leg needed setting otherwise it wouldn't heal properly.

Finding a descent crack in the rock he placed his foot inside it.

Gritting his teeth he snapped his bone back into place.

He cried out, his leg felt as though a thousand suns had replaced the flesh. And the nerves with barbed wire.

In the distance he heard the yelps of some sort of big dog, and he knew he screwed up.

The sounds grew louder as he crawled towards the sulfur pit.

He hit the surface with a splash quickly taking a deep breath before submerging fully.

Opening his shrieking eyes he saw the dog like creatures staring down at him, his lungs burned and small eel like creatures nipped at his open wounds.

slowly his eyes were forced shut by the acidic sulfur pool.

For some unknown reason once his eyes had closed instead of the burning and swishing he felt a cool breeze and his lungs no longer felt like taught elastic.

"get up," your sweet voice called. "Get up!"

Slowly your voice got more distant and his cloths began to dampen, his lungs begining to burn.

"it is not your time."

Splashing above the surface of the water he gasped for air.

The creatures had vanished, and so had you.

He did not see you again for a short time.

Intact the next time he did see you he had just pressed the point of the sharp bard against his skin when you materialised Infront of him.

"what not whisking me off to wonderland this time?" You shook your head but did not smile.

"you listened to me, about the water?"

"didn't have many options," he said adjusting his hold on the sack of venom.

"but you do now, so maybe put that down," you said.

"can't do that lady," he tilted his head smirking a little.

"of course you can't," you rolled you eyes and picked up a bowl from thin air.

Riddick was about to ask how you did that, but the barb was already in his arm the venom sleeping into his blood stream.

Quickly you were on your knees Infront of him, your own eyes staring into his obscured ones.

"deep breaths," was all you managed to say before his whole body stiffened and started convulsing horribly.

He collapsed over head in your lap (or more precisely over the bowl) his whole body stiffened and shaking.

You ran your soft hands up and down the back of his neck, slowly removing his goggles.

He gagged into the bowl and you sighed running your right hand along his upper arm, the other rested on the back of his neck.

You expected it to be over soon.

Soon you'd summon the stair way and lead him down to hell.

"It's your time," you muttered sadly, making to shift his quaking body away.

But you gasped when he grabbed you left wrist.

His voice barely loud enough to hear, he croaked out, "not today."

You just sat there in shock as he continued to shake and vomit.

As you had previously suspected he soon fell limp and you cast the bowl aside resting his head in your lap his face turned to the side.

hurriedly you checked the pulse line on his wrist that only you could see.

and it beat, in steady slowed beats.

Never in your millenniums of life had you seen anything like this, he should have flat lined a whole minute ago.

You had previously scoffed at other angels who had claimed for this to happen to them.

you knew what this meant.

Scared you removed his head from your lap and stood pacing back and forth in the cave.

A small creature whimpered in a cage made of bones.

Walking over to it you crouched down infront of it.

"what should I do little one?" You asked it, not really expecting an answer, but to your suprise it tilted its head and looked over your shoulder at the unconscious man. "You think I should do it?"

The little dingo creature yelped in agreement.

"but he's a serial killer? He'll go to hell if I do this it'll tie my fate to his, I have a place in heaven, I have a duty to do, other souls to watch over and inevitably lead to the afterlife," the little creature pushed it's muzzle trough the bones and sniffled.

Carefully you reached your hand through the gap and stroked it.

Smiling you sat there for a while, but then a sound from behind you made you stop.

the man on the floor, grumbled slightly stirring.

And you were forced to make a split second decision.

as he slowly came to you walked over to him and replaced his goggles and left.

Back into the crystal white beyond, until he would need you again.

For the next few days riddick continued to grow his immunity to the venom, but not once did he see you.

You saw him though.

Everytime.

You would appear to find him shaking on the floor and you would pull him against you and run soft hands down his neck, his arms, his back.

You'd sit until he was safe then you would attempt to leave but every time he'd shift or his hold on your arm would slacken and your stay.

But always there was the knowing in the back of your mind about what this meant, and always you knew what this man was and where he was going.

Everytime was the same until it wasn't.

You materialised onto the planet looking for his shaking form but instead you saw him sitting on a rock his head on his fist, thinking.

"your my angel aren't you," it wasn't a question.

"I am," you answered still.

"when an I going to die then," he said looking to you. "And I know about the lying thing before you try."

"the lying thing? You mean that if I lie to you I'll be indebted to you?"

He nodded.

"good for you, but I don't know when you'll die," you smiled meekly.

He frowned.

"I thought I did but, your time has been and gone, yet your still here."

Silence fell upon the room.

"and if you know what that means I'll be quite shocked," you said.

Cautiously he shook his head and you nodded yours once before turning to leave.

"good luck."

And you were gone

Part 2

https://www.tumblr.com/daryldixons-wife/756293535188303872/riddick-x-guardian-angel-reader?source=share

[yumikire]

A GhostSoap fic idea anyone can have if they want.

Basically, it's Chronicles of Riddick, but literally just Ghost being like the prisoner most everyone fears down in Crematoria. Cue Johnny, who gets caught (or framed) for something and ends up the fresh meat there. Also, bonus points if he gets lowered in and breaks out of his chains just like Riddick in that scene.

Up to you what to do from there. Do they both plan an escape? Do they just stay there? The world is your oyster.

[frankenfran]

im pretty firmly on the side of like, wear whatever you want whenever you want no judgement no rules but. i have to admit when i see someone wearing goggles all i can think is fuck i just walked by a digi destined. that's chronicles of riddick at the safeway. most likely to say "heh. this firewall doesn't stand a chance against my hacker brain". those kinds of things and many more

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Happy Science Fiction Day: Black Women in Sci Fi

January 2 is Science Fiction Day... Here is the blackfemmecharacterdependency masterlist for the sci fi content that can be found featured on this blog

Starting with the Basics:

Afrofuturism | Black Women in Sci Fi | Black Women in Star Trek | Black Women in Star Wars (Shows & Movies Masterlist) | Black Women in Doctor Who | Black Women in Sci Fi | Sci Fi | Science Fiction Day (Many of these might just be the same stuff. Idk right now.) Black Women in Sci Fi Playing Women I will be expanding on this person's work someday. Black Women in Sci Fi Playing an Alien (Alien Characters Masterlist)

Franchises

The Alien Series | Doctor Who | Star Trek: The Original Series, The Animated Series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Discovery, Lower Decks, Picard, Strange New Worlds, | Star Wars |

Shows I've Reblogged

3% | 4400 | The 4400 | Altered Carbon | Battlestar Galactica | Black Mirror | Blake's 7 | Brave New World | Dark Angel | Dark Matter | Dark/Web | Defiance | Electric Dreams | Eureka | The Expanse | The Fantastic Journey | Final Space | Firefly | For All Mankind | Foundation | Fringe | Gen V | The Gifted | Heroes | Humans | Intergalactic | Invincible | Jason of Star Command | Jupiter's Legacy | Killjoys | Kissing Game | Krypton | Lost in Space | Lovecraft Country | Minority Report | Misfits | Quantum Leap | Raised by Wolves | Sliders | Space: Above and Beyond | Stargate SG 1 | Supernatural | The Tomorrow People | Torchwood | The Twilight Zone | The Umbrella Academy | Utopia | Vagrant Queen | Warehouse 13 | Westworld | Y: The Last Man

Movies I've Reblogged

Alien VS Predator | Alita Battle Angel | Avatar | Children of Men | The Chronicles of Riddick | Class of 1999 | Cloverfield | Dune | Fast Color | Ghosts of Mars | Guns Akimbo | Jupiter Ascending | Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome | Men in Black International | The Old Guard | Repo Man | Robot Jox | Strange Days | Supernova | Valerian and The City of a Thousand Planets

Short Film

I Am

Definitely likely changing the way that this is set to have it be a character list like the other BFCD Masterlists, but for today, this all I got for the girlies. To be fair, it might need to be like the Monsters ones. Or, I might do a separate one that's characters later. Idk.

[phantaloon]

listen listen

i know so many of yall will have complaints, which i personally will simply not pay attention to, bc personally this last episode was such a perfect adaptation

the fight with ares was phenomenal, and if you think for one second that it was underwhelming go back to reading the scene in the book, it was so fucking perfect, and percy's inexperience, and ares's slow showing off, and then the WAVE, and percy outsmarting ares and showing him he shouldn't have messed with him, im just !!! god i loved it

what takes the crown for me, is that sequence in olympus, from start to finish, a goddamn masterpiece, god fuck, lance riddick, rest in peace, but the TALENT the man displayed as zeus, the way he flawlessly showed off power with simply sitting in that chair and just standing, the ANGER when he attacks percy, the disbelief when poseidon shows up, he was so fucking good, god idk how anyone could portray zeus as easily as he did, and I'll miss him so much

and toby stephens too!! maybe it was my daddy issues, but poseidon surrendering, A GOD SURRENDERING, FOR HIS CHILD, "JUST SPARE MY SON"!!! and then the conversation with percy, god fuck, the raw emotion in his eyes, the PAIN when percy asks if he dreams of sally, i FELT THAT

and walker's acting, god he somehow has managed to accomplish the brown eyed puppy eyes with his big blue eyes, HE CAN PUT SO MUCH FEELING WITH JUST HIS EYES

and dont get me started on the betrayal of luke, both walker and charlie were amazing, and you can see how vulnerable luke looks already, even if little does he know that his fear, his pain, his manipulation is just getting started, the whole "im your friend percy, im not here to betray you", IT KILLED ME, the way he put so much feeling into it, god im crying

and annabeth being there! annabeth had to have known, bc why else would she lie about staying with chiron, why else not trust that they would be alright alone by themselves, the way she must have struggled so much with her inner feelings, bc she only fought back when Percy's life was genuinely in danger, she could have stopped the fight much earlier, but she couldn't make herself

and that ending 😭 them going their way, annabeth going back to her dad, percy going home, grover going on his search for pan, and PERCY proposing their pact to meet again in a year (he's definitely in for a surprise lmao), i fucking cried

and then meeting with sally, and SIKE, literally fucking taunting kronos like he's no big deal, and him calling kronos grandpa literally fucking killed me

i just need to say, yes, it wasn't perfect scene by scene from the book, it could have been more detailed, i would have loved more of annabeth, and no we didn't get the scorpion, but it was such a perfect adaptation

i get why everyone said this was the best episode, and i already know im going to rewatch the fuck about it, im genuinely so happy about it, i had such high expectations and this episode met every single one of them

tldr; percy jackson season 1, episode 8 is a masterpiece and you should definitely watch it <3