You Ain't Afraid of the Dark, Are ya?

They say most'a your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side. The Furyan side. Independent Ask/RP blog for Riddick. PB, COR and beyond. Mun/Muse 21+. NSFW themes will be present. You've been warned. He ain't your friend. 

[babadork]

Pitch Black (2000)

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

[transalienoftheday]

Today’s trans alien of the day is:

Dame Vaako

[fan-ita]

both.

[necroiism-a]

                                          Richard B. Riddick

@furyanbreeder

[furyanbreeder]

“I was protecting you!”

"No! You don't get to put that bullshit on me!" There was too much fuckin' blood. It was everywhere. He'd slipped in it, nearly dropping the Necro Warrior twice on their way to the medical wing of the Basilica.

The heady, coppery scent of Vaako's blood still clung to him like a fucking cloak, but Riddick refused to wash it off. It'd dried, caked to his flesh and clothing. And he paced like the caged animal that he was.

And only when those tired, pale hazel eyes had opened had he finally started to relax.

"Don't fuckin' do that again." The fact that he'd ripped the fucker apart with his bare hands would be something Vaako would learn later. For the moment, all was quiet.

[mae-rps]

Violence/Death themed ask memes/prompts

((Obviously, lots of trigger warnings here so please be careful - Violence tw, death tw, killing tw, physical abuse tw, blood tw))

“Is that blood?!”

“You didn’t have to kill them!”

“Your car is dented, who did you hit?!”

“I could always just kill them…”

“Why are your knuckles bruised?”

“Just go! I’ll clean up this mess.“ 

“You busted my lip!”

“You clean up, I’ll hide the body.”

“They deserved it.”

“Dont you dare hit me!“ 

“I liked killing them.”

“Oh God, there’s so much blood!“ 

“Don’t be a baby, I only kicked you in the balls.”

“Kill them! Go on!“ 

“Who gave you that black eye?!”

“They died happy at least.“ 

“Do you want me to hit you?!“ 

“Get rid of them and I promise I’ll never bother you again.“ 

“I’ll kill you, I swear!“ 

“They were trying to kill me! I had to defend myself!”

“I’ll kill every last one of them.“ 

“Ow! I think you’ve broken my arm!”

“I’ll fight beside you.“ 

“Are you burning a body?”

“I was protecting you!”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I may have just run a guy over.”

“Have you ever killed anyone before? Be truthful.”

“It was an accident!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you hit them with your car!”

“Burn the body and lets go.”

“I’m glad they’re dead!”

“They’re not going to make it.”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I had to do it.”

“I killed them so we can be together, don’t you see that?”

“I may or may not have a dead person in my basement.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

[furyanbreeder]

|| So, like, do I actually owe anything? 'Cause I got what I could find. But if I missed somethin' lemme know. 'Cause it's been a fuckin' age since I've been on this goddamned blog and I need to resurrect it.

[deathxorxconquest]

“What happened to your face?” He was sprawled with that easy grace that, to an outsider, said he didn't give a single fuck. But anyone venturing too close would see that lazy sprawl shift into something dark and menacing. Using his ulak to gesture to the marks on V's face, Riddick smirked. "Hate ta see what the other fucker looks like."

The Commander jumped slightly at being suddenly spoken to since the room had been rather quiet only moments before. Everything about this man did not sit well with Vaako, still distrustful of the breeder.

Idly he lifted a hand to touch one of the cuts that sliced his lower lip open, only now patched enough to keep from bleeding even with speaking. He probably looked a sight considering even one of his braids had been cut and was now faintly unfurling behind him, his right eye darker than usual pale skin.

He probably looked closer to an old inmate at a jail than a Necromonger lord.

“A disagreement,” he answered in a slightly clipped tone. “As for the other, he will not be around anymore.”

[deathxorxconquest]

The Commander released him after a moment, dulled hazels bore straight at the Furyan. It was almost speaking to a child. He allowed the comment to slide; it wasn’t the important point, after all.

It bothered him to almost feel the breeder’s breath on his chilled skin and he was beyond tempted to pull away. “It matters because that last thing I want is more chaos. More attempts for the throne, the less time you have to find what you want. Or have you already forgotten that point?”

[furyanbreeder]

"Ain't forgot. More like don't fuckin' care." He did, but if he let on that he cared about anything, it'd get jacked the fuck up like every other thing he cared about. And fuck that very much. Sniffing once, he pulled out of the cold grip and continued walking.

"If all'a you deadite fuckers are so goddamned sensitive, maybe you oughtta look at gettin' the sticks outta your asses." He glanced back, wry amusement lighting his silvered gaze. "Someone's gotta fuck with ya, V. 'Cause I get the feelin' that the Missus ain't doin' much'a that since I'm on the throne."

[furyanbreeder]

*guards drag in delivery boy, carrying flowers* "Delivery for a 'Dame Vaako'."

He just stares at the guy. Pretty. The things he could do to a mouth like that.

Or he could just kill him and have it over with. Cut that blood with some schnappes.

“The fuck’re you doin’ bringin’ flowers to her for?”

[game-for-the-young-deactivated2]

Jim was more wary from this point forward. His “mission” was complete and there was no reason for him to be sticking around. That meant he couldn’t check the bug in the hall, or the one nearer the engines.

However, his PADD beeped to tell him the low-level scan had finished. All of the data his bugs had picked up had been transferred, and he could take something useful back to command. Nobody could touch this ship, and the fact that Jim had found an ‘in’ had been something of a miracle.

Now, all he had to do was make it back to the delivery shuttle without arousing any more suspicion. He picked up the pace just a little. Hopefully, the guards would want him gone just as badly as everyone else. The last thing he needed was any more unwanted attention.

[furyanbreeder]

Nothing was sitting right with the ex-con as he tailed Pretty. Serious bullshit goin' on, that was what it was. And Riddick was like a fuckin' hellhound when it came to his curiosity.

He'd wait until Pretty was close enough and then tackle him. Maybe drag him into his little flower shuttle-thing and find out what the fuck was really goin' on.

The hallways were silent, it was mid-way into Alpha shift and most of the Necros were doin' whatever it is the deadite fuckers did. Riddick didn't give two shits. He didn't pay 'em any mind so long as they weren't attempting to shove something between his ribs.

And then the moment presented itself and he had a clear shot. With a practiced grace, the newly crowned Lord Marshal launched himself at the pretty thing and rolled them a few times on the floor. Grinning wickedly, he began dragging the man into the shuttle.

"Think it's time we had a little talk.."

[necroiism-a]

                                            𝓢𝓲𝓫𝒆𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓥𝓪𝓪𝓴𝓸

[anewanimal]

@furyanbreeder

The underverse certainly hadn’t been the paradise they made it out to be. It was grueling and grey. It was never comfortable, always too hot or too cold. Of course you were already dead so the intensity of it didn’t matter. At first, you couldn’t function, the body thought it was freeze or burn to death but after you lay in one stop long enough you become accustomed enough to function. 

There was no sun, but there was always light, what looked like clouds greyed the sky. Everything was made from a hard grey stone, the terrain was mountainous, but where the ground was level only a fine sand. There was ONE city, ruled by the Supreme Lord Marshal, they say he was the first and the oldest. Outside the city, lived wraiths ready to feed on the entrophic energy of those who come to the city. The city itself was a massive hard metal metropolis quite obviously built by Necromongers. She’d felt a strong pull towards it, but that only made her reject it. She was going back, this…would drive her insane. 

It had taken a lot for her, pushing against the repulsion she felt and the closer she got to from wince she came, the stronger it got. After a while it was the only thing she focused on, she didn’t even know why she pulled away from her draw towards the city, but eventually her stubbornness was rewarded. 

She woke up with a start, clawing at her dark surroundings, but she realized that she in fact was not covered in dirt like she had been when she first woke up. She was in a bed, one hand wrapped around her blade, her other went to her chest and she coughed as if to clear the dirt from her lungs. She flinched realizing a pair of eyes shined in the darkness. Familiar eyes but she couldn’t place them, she’d forgotten a lot of things, she remember the eyes, and for some reason the question rolled out of her mouth before she questioned his presence, “Where can I get eyes like that?” 

[furyanbreeder]

One question, one voice, it had haunted his dreams for far too fuckin' long. Like the Holy Man, he'd mourned her loss. It'd lingered a bit more for her than it had for Imam, but only because Jack meant more to Riddick.

He'd have trained her up right. Made a proper killer out of her. Made her in his own image.

It had been why he'd hightailed it off that fuckin' rock and gone off to that fuckin' ice ball to suffer for five, long years. Why he'd left her in Imam's capable hands. Because she deserved better. She deserved to be like Carolyn...

Not dead.

Except she was like Carolyn. And Imam. And every other fucker he'd ever entertained thoughts of letting survive. People didn't live long around him. He was a cancer. He was a blight.

He was a one-man slaughter-fest.

But that voice, it cut through him like that fuckin' wine the Necros were so fond of. And he paused, glass midway to his lips.

"Gotta kill a few people first." Because that was the only response to his ghost. To his tormentor. To the only sane part of him left.

[necroiism-a]

▓█ SǀƁƐRǀUS █▓

“Right.” He answered with a dry tone, nodding slowly as his eyes wandered down the Lord Marshal’s naked bulky form. “The smell still lingers and before the servants invade the privacy of my Lord, it would be wise if come here right away.” 

Vaako’s eyes left the man’s body and turned, letting the robe slip. Reaching for the band securing his hair in place, he removed it, leaving ebony strands fall over his shoulders. The water was hot as he let himself sink into the warm water. Its warmth made the coldness that his skin prickle, colouring his flesh in a pale shade of pink.

                           “Well?”

[furyanbreeder]

That would probably be the best (and only) invitation he'd get. Riddick grinned and stalked his prey, before sliding into the heated water with an equally heated groan. Not a hedonistic soul, Riddick had gotten used to shitty slam showers - or no showers at all. This? This was fuckin' decadence.

And with his Beautiful looking like a creature born of the water, soaking like that, Riddick growled and closed the distance.

"Keep lookin' like that, might have to dirty ya up in here, 'fore we clean back up again.."

[furyanbreeder]

|| RL's been kickin' my ass. Responses'll come when I can get 'em. As is, I have everything drafted. Haven't forgotten. Just haven't been on (or home) much the last few days.

[anewanimal]

Who’s the better killer?

                           it’s my favorite game

                                                        haven’t you heard?

[necroiism-a]

When you realize that Zhylaw has a fucking whip right after finding out that Vaako failed to actually kill Riddick…

[anewanimal]

Oh….did NOT notice that….well damn

[furyanbreeder]

It's actually the cable they used to read the Lensor's memories. But it works as a whip, because Zhylaw's a kinky bastard that way.

[necroiism-a]

▓█ SǀƁƐRǀUS █▓

Slowly turning to meet those silvery eyes, the shine visible despite the barely lit room. A few strands of hair fell in face and he blew them away. “I am not bitching.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he rose to his feet, pulling on a robe. Making his way to the entrance of the Lord Marshal’s chambers, he opened the door.

“My Lord?” A guard asked. Siberius swore he could see the older man’s cheek turn red.

“Get us a servant. The Lord Marshal requires his chambers need to be cleanse.” He ordered and closed the door to go back to where Riddick stood now, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, naked. Although the dark room made it difficult for him to see, he was able to see the outline of the man’s massive frame. Unconciously licking his lips, Siberius strode passed his Lord Marshal to stand in the light of the large bathroom. All the while, he felt Riddick’s powerful stare and it made the Necromonger sigh. 

“Riddick, stop staring at me like that.”

[furyanbreeder]

The ex-con laughed. "Just you. Took long enough to get ya into my bed, an' now you're actin' like it's been yours all this time." It had been, despite the fact that Riddick had bedded a good chunk of the Necro population. He had needs. And the deadite fuckers were largely unfulfilling.

There was a single exception to that, of course. And Riddick was watching that exception heatedly. Slowly rolling to his feet, heedless of his nudity, he stalked after Beautiful and into the bathroom.

"I'm gonna keep on starin' at ya. 'Cause I like what I see. Look pretty damned good all naked and marked up."