Mare Liberum

This blog is for my work in progress, Mare Liberum which is a fanfic that ships Captain Nemo and Professor Pierre Aronnax. It picks up immediately where the book left off. It is also for anything Nemo and Pierre, not just my story. This is for all of you! Submissions, discussions, asks, all welcome. Now, won’t you please come into the salon and make yourselves at home…

[quesneliar]

Just the two of us in the melody of Atlantis

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Hahaaaaaa AAAAAAAA i commissioned again yes I really want to share thissss😭 this masterpiece made by @sainsai2 (on ig) their art so soo beautiful amazing work like a storybook illustrations guysss just look at them i sob😭😭😭

Actually I also commissioned her before to draw nemonnax on valentines

Soooo soooo adorableee

[tsunderejon]

my favourite silly goose

[sloppystyle]

[ninadove]

Happy Amiversary, @pegasusdrawnchariots! Thank you for another wonderful year of whimsy and movie nights and buddy reads! 💜🪶

Your gift this year had to be 20,000 leagues related, and I figured Nemonnax would be perfect for a contrapuntal. I call this piece: Maëlstrom. Because I'm evil. Hehe.

Full text below the cut and AO3 version here! 🌊

The scientist

The depths

are calling me.

Nothing matters

except for

these sights,

these sounds,

this aventure of ours.

The wanderer

Of love,

I know nothing

anymore.

You

and

your foolish dreams

will be the death of me.

Maëlstrom

The depths // of love

are calling me. // I know nothing.

Nothing matters // anymore,

except for // you,

these sights // and

these sounds. // Your foolish dreams —

This aventure of ours — // will be the death of me.

[slowpokegamer]

*looking at myself in the mirror*

Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.

[theonlyowen]

What if Captain Nemo spotted Moby Dick while cruising around in the Nautilus?

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recently thrifted the perfect shirt for $5

[palominodragon]

I listened to the audiobook of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea for the first time and it's such a funny scenario from Captain Nemo's perspective.

"By pure chance, the author of a book I really liked is now my prisoner! I get to hang out with him and he doesn't have a choice. Let me show you my pokemon collection of sea shells."

[targetedknowledge]

[drtanner]

You may or may not regret unmuting this one. :')

[cryskir]

Antarctica is in peril! And Captain Nemo must train the penguins to fight!!

You can read this short comic featuring Captain Nemo and Professor Aronnax in Rise of the Flightless: A Penguin Vs. Robots Comics Anthology! Proceeds go toward penguin taxes Antarctic research

[lumi-waxes-poetic]

Lament for Captain Nemo

The years have stolen what the sword could not, Nor cannon’s wrath, nor empire’s cruel decree— Old Age, with step as soft as sorrow’s thought, Hath laid him low beneath the moon-swept sea. There lies the man whom Time itself should fear, Not claim as prey, as though he were but clay— The most gifted prince e’er known to wander here, Now lost where no bright beacon lights the way.

Neptune’s own scion! With a heart unchained, A True Prince of the Seas—both stern and kind— The dreamer’s soul within his breast remained, Though scorned by those of lesser, duller mind. Scholar and sage, with storm in eye and tongue, He bore Man’s burden though he loathed its brood— A titan in whose praise no song is sung, For none but he knew what it meant to be good.

He lived before his time, and thus must fall By hands not armed with malice, but with age— O Fate! Must noblest spirits give their all, And die before they turn their wisest page? The world was not yet worthy of his name— It feared the fire that in his breast was cast— So let it rot in ignorance and shame, While Nemo sleeps beneath the deep at last.

Ah, mourn that such a mind should pass away On some far isle no map or star can find— Where genius blooms in exile and decay, And leaves no heir, no echo, but the brine. What truths lay furled within his silent scrolls? What marvels perished with his final breath? Now, naught remains but murmurs through the shoals, And dreams that died a second end in death.

O Man, ungrateful child of chance and mud, You spurned the gift you scarce could understand— He fled your wars, your prisons, and your blood, To raise a nobler throne far from land. And now he’s gone, and none shall take his place— All that was most singularly divine In this accursed and misbegotten race Has vanished down the ocean’s cold decline.

He might have saved you—had you known his worth, Had you but listened he might have changed your fate— But now the seas alone shall prove his birth, And keep him in their deep, indifferent state. There eternal sleeps a prince the world chose to hate— Alas, ye forestalled all redemption too late, far too late!

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CAPTAIN NEMO

CAPTAIN NEMO.

nobody has ever done it like nemo. pun not intended

[grvwlkr]

20kluts sketchdump

Nemo, Ned and Conseil my boy

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!

I’ve been told the reason why these bots are doing this is due to copyright infringement issue where they’re trying to steal your works (possibly to train AI but this is just a guess) ‼️‼️‼️and once you deleted your fics, it will be either very difficult or impossible for you to claim ownership of your own fics when they were already deleted.‼️‼️‼️

a reminder that AO3 will never contact you through your comments section (in case they claim to be one of the moderators). AO3 will only contact you through your email address which you use to register your account, and it will be from AO3’s official handle. not some sketchy ass @

so if you get a comment telling you you should “delete your works to protect your account because AO3 is doing blah blah blah” report that comment. don’t delete your works.

PLEASE DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SCAM.

AO3 IS NOT DELETING WORKS.

DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE CLAIMS THEY KNOW SOMETHING.

[pelagicnemo]

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[poe-of-the-odd]

The Pierres 🫶

Thank you everyone who showed their wonderful interpretation of this character that we all love! Reading and looking at then brought me so much joy :)

It's really just a few sketches and very simple. Some turned out better than others. But I hope I at least more or less did everyone justice <3

In order of replies and again thank you so much @nemo-is-my-dad @nautilusgays @marionetteangie @nice1cream @quesneliar @cinnaspice79

As for the last one, a version with and without freckles since you said you were thinking about then :>

[nautilusgays]

LOOK AT THEM ALL!!!! AHHH SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE THEM ALL!!

[poe-of-the-odd]

Short Pierre growing up with a bit of a strange relationship to love thingy :)

Sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes I write on my phone 🫶

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All his life, Pierre Aronnax had been told that love is difficult. That women are hard to love and, if you do ever find true love, you'd be one of the very few lucky ones.

He never quite understood why women would be hard to love. He always found it very easy. He loved his mother. He loved the old lady that sold fish at the market, the girls from the neighbouring school that would walk home with him; he loved the young woman that came to collect their laundry once a week to wash it and he loved the nuns he would meet on the evening walks with his mother. Perhaps, not all men were lucky enough to know such wonderful women, he thought.

Naturally, as he grew older, Pierre began to understand that they didn't mean sisterly or motherly love. It caused him to question the concept of marriage for a while. Weren't men supposed to love their wives? At least, the women he knew all loved their husbands very much.

When his friends first began to speak about girls they wanted to kiss, he couldn't help but feel as though he was missing something. He had loved many women, but never like that. Maybe, he thought, romantic love is harder. Maybe falling in love required an effort he didn't know how to make.

They were twelve when his friend first proudly proclaimed to be in love; and a week later, he was heartbroken. "She loves another, Pierre! I shall never find the one!"

Pierre gently tried to remind him that he was only twelve and he did not have to get married tomorrow, but he would hear none of it.

He didn't understand the dramatics. He didn't understand why it wasn't enough to know the person you love was happy.

Time passed and, more and more often, Pierre began to think to himself that maybe, he simply wasn't made for love. Not romantic love, at least. He listened to his peers' woes and troubles and he told himself that maybe it was for the better. He had always been sensitive. Who knows what heartbreak might have done to him?

He was well into his twenties when he first heard about the idea of homosexuality. In a university class on psychology. He didn't quite understand why they spoke about a sort of love like it was a disease. Weren't people who found true love so few already? Shouldn't they be allowed to love?

He didn't pose the questions. He understood quickly that it was not looked kindly upon. He understood that the understanding he was beginning to gain of himself was not to be shared with anyone.

Pierre found, over time, that he was content without the troubles of love. He saw his friends struggles - not the men's but the women's - and he decided he was happier not having to put up with it. Especially not under his circumstances. At a point, he even began to question everyone's obsession with the concept of love. Was it truly that necessary?

He was forty years old when he first fell in love. And all at once, he understood it all. The drama, the heartache, the yearning. All of it. And once again he was left to wonder how anyone could find it difficult. To him, it felt like the easiest thing in the world. It was exciting, it felt like he was in a fever. It was easy.

Until it wasn't. But even then, it was worth the effort. It was worth the pain and trying so desperately to wrap his brain around the inner workings if the man he looked at with such adoration. It was worth it, because it was mutual. Because he was never left to question the Captain's love for him.

Pierre Aronnax was forty-one years old when he first experienced what it felt like to have someone that is so dear to you ripped from your hands. And worse, have to be the one to make the choice. It felt like he had torn his own heart out and cast it into the sea. Perhaps it would remain there, never to be found. But, part of him hoped that it would be carried back to him, returned by the man he loved so deeply, without even knowing his name.