#yeah it's animated orm

[garthofshayeris]

MY OFFICIAL THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM. Spoilers ahead.

OKAY. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. It was very fun and it did not have the problem of too many villains that I was expecting based on everything I read. If that was the result of the rewrites and reshoots, I am happy for them.

A lot of the visuals and smaller adventures felt very Silver Age! There were certain creatures that were directly from the 60s, which I appreciated. Topo was lovely. If you know me, you know one of my major gripes with some of the recent Aquaman comics is that they do not lean into the animal sidekick thing anymore. And the group of whales straight up killing all those people? THAT is the Aquaman content I like to see.

The horror elements were just enough to balance out the sillier parts. Although I knew Arthur Jr was never in any actual danger, this is the closest DC has come since the 70s to making it even somewhat realistic that they would kill a baby. Like, I knew they wouldn't. But for once I said to myself, "they've established this enough that I believe this threat." You know my stance on DC trying to bait another Death of a Prince...

The cursed Trident possessing Manta was giving such Preboot Orm vibes. I liked it, I appreciate a slow possession arc. Manta was scary and felt like a real threat, which is difficult to achieve when he's a human and he's fighting people so much stronger than him. Shin was also SO good, you knew he was going to redeem himself but it still felt very natural for him to do so. Idk why Manta trusted him with the baby duffel bag tho, after all the times Shin clearly was snooping and giving Manta disapproving looks. Also why did they put that baby in a duffel bag lmao

Overall, it was a pretty straightforward story that felt easy to follow. This isn't always the case for superhero films, so it was refreshing. And a good end to the franchise. This actually felt like it would have been a great end to a TRILOGY, and that we were missing a middle story...

HOWEVER.

Not to make this about me and my blorbo but.......this would have made a lot more sense as a story about Arthur and Garth. I'm sorry, but it's true. Every time I saw a Silver Age reference, I just said to myself "oh yeah, that's a story with Aqualad in it, but now it's Orm." I KNOW that Orm needed his lil redemption arc, but if Patrick Wilson was not besties with James Wan, I don't think he would have gotten one.

Because Kordax was Slizzath. He just was. They took Slizzath's story and renamed him Kordax. So many parts of the movie I was like "this is adapted from Tempest (1996)" BUT IF THEY HAD USED SLIZZATH WITHOUT GARTH I WOULD HAVE BEEN PISSED so I get it but I don't get it, you know? But Kordax was just Slizzath.

I posted a few years ago about my ideal Aquaman trilogy, and tbh this felt like my ideal third movie, plot-wise and tone-wise......except my vision was about Garth, not Orm. Orm could be there, I guess, but imo he should have had a sequel redemption and then the third movie should have introduced the evil sorcerer thing. It would have made perfect sense to need Atlan's blood, thinking they're fine because they saved the baby but then Garth accidentally bleeds on the altar and unlocking his powers, and releasing Slizzath. PLUS then he could freeze the ice caps again with his new found powers lmao I'm worried about the implications.........nobody in this universe has ice powers.....

I get that it would have been hard to introduce a new character for a sequel with absolutely no chance at a third movie, so I do understand that Garth was never an option....but holy shit, Garth would have been a perfect fit for this movie.

AGAIN, not to make it about my blorbo .......

also I cannot believe they killed Vulko via plague?? I almost laughed out loud. It's absolutely because they could not reconcile that if Vulko was alive, Arthur would not need Orm's help lmao RIP Vulko I choose to believe you were hanging around as a ghost like in Vol 5

One last gripe but omg Atlan's trident looked so BAD in some scenes??? It looked very prop-like, and not metal at all??? did anyone else notice it? It's really bad on the iceberg scene. The costumes were actually great but omg that trident prop lmao

OVERALL, it was a really fun movie. I'm happy to say that I liked it. I think it will get bad critic reviews and really good audience reviews. It just felt very fun and heartfelt. The action scenes were also well lit and easy to follow, and that alone should convince people to see it

I'm going to see it again tomorrow and I want to make a list of the other random things that I noticed. I know I'm missing a lot. How did ya'll feel about it??

#aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #yes I DO need to make everything about my blorbo sorry besties

[naughtygirl286]

Yes we went to see Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom (aka Aquaman 2) and yes of course there was collectable goodies which you can see here!

but yeah over the Holidays we went to see Aquaman and the final chapter of the DCEU also known as the "SnyderVerse" it is kinda sad to see it go I think because I enjoyed all the movies but this universe has met its Zero Hour (see what I did there? comic fans will get that reference) and the Universe will be remade anew.

Now as for the movie itself personally I thought it was great! Its really fun, exciting, there is some humor and also I believe a deeper message about protecting the environment, the importants of family, legacy, and taking care of your responsibilities and doing the right thing even when its hard. The story picks up some time after the first Aquaman maybe a year or so and we find Arthur in a bit of of a funk almost he is enjoying being "Aquaman" and he is also enjoying being a Husband and a father now as well but he is not enjoying being the King of Atlantis. and while this is going on Manta is actively looking for a way to get his revenge on Aquaman and finds an ancient lost Kingdom of Necrus which was removed from history and buried in the ice of Antarctica as well as the Black Trident with this new powerful and devastating weapon he can now get his revenge. because of this Aquaman must team up with Orm and the 2 go on a crazy adventure to find and defeat the now possesed Manta before he destroys the world by unleashing the evil of Necrus on the world.

Now like I said I thought the movie was great I really enjoyed it it has plenty of nice action and it is visually impressive!! the production design and all the creatures and under sea life and monsters and everything its just all wow! you want to pause it and just look at everything. like the The desert creatures when Aquaman goes to rescue Orm and the monstrous zombie like creatures from Necrus you just want to look at all the fine detail from a design stand point. but yeah the movie is impressive visually like if you thought the first one was something this one tops that with the worlds and locations that it creates and shows.

now I know people have complained about them teaming up Aquaman with Orm and heard some say that they are a second rate "Thor and Loki" to which I say so? I feel that Jason Momoa and Patrick Wilson play off each other very well were Patrick Wilson is the more serious one and Jason Momoa is more comedic I liked their pairing in this. It was good when they were opposite each other in the first movie but having them on the same team and having them kinda riffing on each other and trying to one up each other at times with some great banter made alot of there scenes together fun and interesting and the "Thor and Loki" comparison was noticed and Aquaman at one point in the third act when they are on the island hunting down Manta he calls Orm "Loki" which I thought was pretty funny. and not only that there is a second Marvel reference where the movie ending is kinda funny were it ends pretty much the same way as Iron Man did in 2008.

Now where things are ending I thought Jason Momoa was a great Aquaman he took a character that everyone thought was a joke and made it into something cool and one of the reasons I liked him as this character is he reminded me of the version of Aquaman from the Batman: the Brave and the Bold animated series I feel the 2 of them are very similar and the only thing I wanted from Jason Momoa's Aquaman was for him to say "Outrageous" that would have made me so happy but sadly it didn't happen. but I did think he was great for this character. Now as for his future many have said he'll be returning as Lobo in he New DCU and I think he would do a great job as "The Main Man" that is another character that would suit him but only time will tell.

As for Amber Heard people were saying that she was removed or her role was reduced to a couple of scenes which its not. She is in it quite a bit from what I seen, she is in the first of it and gets taken out by Manta and she is not in the middle of the movie but reappears in the 3rd act and is in it for the ending and all that I would say she was in for maybe 15-20mins? no more then 25mins tops I'd say. I thought she was good as Mera but I can't really say she is one of my favorite people I do think she is most likely more nutty then a bag of squirrels after what you see on that whole trial thing but you just have to separate the art from the artist so to speak her personal life should have nothing to do with the character she is playing.

but in the end like I said I thought the movie was great I enjoyed it and the people I went with seemed to like it too so that is it the focus has been taken off Earth-1 (the DCEU) and in true comic book fashion everything is being retconned and rebooted and a new universe is being created. but I did like this movie and if your curious then give it a watch. Also there is a mid credits scene that is related to something earlier in the movie.

#Aquaman #Aquaman movie #Aquaman2 #Aquaman 2 #Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom #the Lost Kingdom #NaughtyGirl286 #ShannonJ286 #dc comics #dc #dceu films #dceu #dceu movies #dc superheroes #dc super heroes #dc universe #DC Films cinematic universe #dcfilms

[jaamytarts]

I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word

#orm marius #ocean master #aquaman #my art #yeah it's animated orm #i dig his design

[cienie-isengardu]

The feelings for Aquaman movie does not leave me and, like the maniac I am, I feel need to watch/read DC stuff. So I finally watched Justice League: Throne of Atlantis and... and.. yeah. That wasn’t the best idea. Sure, there were nice moments (drunk Arthur talking to lobster, Batman being Batman, Mera’s brutal fight style, Black Manta and all the nice shots with beautiful sharks) but the movie set the bar pretty high. Can’t look right now at animated version of Orm who was childish and egomaniac and seriously lacked any good trait. Of course, he was meant to be the bad guy, but one may be bad and at least smart, or something. I felt strong urge to turn off the movie when Orm instead of using great water wave to flood the city, did not use it at all during attack. Like, what is the point of sending troopers to fight in not natural for them element (dry land)? I get the movie needed dramatic fight scene and so on, but Orm’s action of ignoring his own advantage was too painful to watch. Movie!Orm, however guilt of crime(s), at least felt like compelling character while JL:ToA!Orm was so one-dimensional that I was bored. The only interesting thing I find about him was his “mommy issues”; how much Orm exaggerated his complaints about her and how much of valid reasons he had is, sadly, not really adressed by movie.

I’m not really fan of Aquaman - I’m familiar with his character but not the whole lore beyond the stuff in some Justice League and/or Batman related stuff. I knew the animated movie will not be the same as the cinematic movie, but the way the conflict was set between Arthur and his brother makes me feel unsatisfied.

What means more research (reading / watching) ahead of me... 

#justice league: throne of atlantis #arthur curry #orm marius #aquaman #DC Universe #dc animated universe #my rants #i really blame the movie for setting the bar too high to enjoy older animations #especially for orm #arthur wasn't that bad but his change from drunk and broken to new king was a bit meh #at least batman was batman #and black manta was fun to watch #though i'm still not sure if he was a human or atlantis or what was his true goal #but yeah whatever not like it was that important right? >_< #also wonder woman x superman heh that wasn't something i wanted to see #not per se anything against that pairing but was their romantic plot in any way needed? #nevermind

[lorkhran]

you know that orm from the animated throne of atlantis movie?

yeah, he was right.

[aj-allen97]

Zack Snyder Justice League part Six and Epilouge:

Spoilers!!!!

- The real wonder is the fact Mama Kent managed to leave a few boxes behind...is she coming back for them??? Or did she cut her loses on them???

- Does anyone even know who Bruce Wayne is??? The fact that Bruce Introduces Alfred as his boss like he’s hasn’t been introducing himself as Bruce Wayne

- Wait...hasn’t everyone veen to the batcave already??

- a sweet little filler when the whole Kent family getting back together again...

-how exactly do they explain Clark’s sudden revival from the dead??? Superman would have been easy enough to explain?? But Clark? Of no no this isn’t Clark...this is Clark’s twin brother....Mark Kent...

- Oh course Arthur would point that out - after all he does have a close relationship with his own father

- You Need to See This Cliche

- Aww Cyborg fixed the ship so sweet - now off to die!

- I love how we don’t even see Orm in the reshoots - the King of Atlantis and yet his reaction to the mother box’s going boom is not as important as Meras and Vulkos reaction

- The Fortress of Solitude and fatherly advice

- Screw the Red and Blue color scheme I’m feeling black and grey today

- Can’t tell if Superman is one step away from becoming Justice Lord Superman or not....

- I will admit I’m glad the family filler was cut out - they weren’t the only family I’m sure and yet they got prime time

- Well that was easy...

- I am really really hoping this town is abandoned in this version because the implication that it might not be is quite frankly terrifying for some reason

- Victor put all that effort in repairing that plane and giving her wings back only for Bruce to once again clipped them

- The Batmobile vs paradeamons scene is pretty BA tbh - and gore-y

- So can Wonder Women fly? I feel like the context of her powers changes with each new film

- Arthur...I don’t think that’s how gravity works....

- Hehe Batman’s ejector seat

- Apparently none of these paradeamons know how to properly shoot - they must have learn to shoot at the same place storm troopers learn to shoot

- I love Batman’s little shaded googles

- Holy Moly Mama Currys triton has game in this version, To bad Arthur didn’t have that triton by the time his own film came around

- Diana I love you and you are way more awesome in this version - and your theme music? *chefs kiss*

- ooh the creepy spider arms are back

- Don’t listen to him Diana he’s full of smoke and lies

- Poor baby - victor get you butt in gear and put Barry out of his misery

- Woohoo Go Superman Go!!!

- Not so tough without your ax now?

- WooHoo superpower team up!!! Wonder Woman, Superman and Aquaman for the win!!!

- That must’ve hurt!

- No Barry No! Poor baby is hurt and probably panicking

- Mother Goodness looks much more terrifying here then in any animated versions Iv seen

- What are you up to Barry?

- speed force???

- It is the Speed Force!!!

- Now the real question did the super nova blast kill even Superman? Diana? Aquaman?? It definitely kill Batman and Cyborg? But what about those three?

- It did kill even those three!?! Wow what a blast!

- also slightly freeky seeing them being put back together again from the molecule up

- Do Not Fall for this!! Not after what Barry went through for you!

- Hell yeah you ain’t broken!!! And hell yeah you ain’t alone!!! The Justice League is your family now! Never forget!

- Hell Yeah Aquaman and Wonderman show Darksied and his minions the Justice Leave means business!!!

- Was Steppenwolf horn things hollow??? Weird?

- Also Darksied castle is a good creepy - love the color scheme and decor not gonna lie

- The Ship Still Flies!!!

- Every One (except Batman) is wearing a darker color version of their comics counter parts costumes that I’m getting serious Justice Lords vibes

- It’s a good thing Papa Stone didn’t throw that out when he found it broken

- Why not swim?? Wouldn’t that be faster??

- So would Bruce technically be the teams own version of Daddy Warbucks??? There are many orphans and half orphans within the team technically...

- Look how Proud and Happy Papa Allen is of Barry! Sooo sweet!

- “I bough the Bank” tbh the best flex ever not gonna lie

- It was nice to show Diana being homesick for a moment - shows that she’s still coping and all

- I love how Barry has officially embraced his powers and became a superhero who enjoys his job

- Soooo...how did they explain Clark’s sudden revival?!? The Whole Yeah Clark is dead but I’m His Twin Mark???

- Like your telling me No one was curious on how both Clark and Superman were dead and now both alive now?? No one put two and two together???

- Gotham Home of Emotionally Troubled hahahaha

- Finally A Villain puts two and two together!!!

- So that’s what Earth would have looked like it Steppenwolf won...huh...

- I’m guessing this is the same Vision Cyborg had were Arthur and Diana were dead and Superman is Evil???

- Apparently every Gotham Villain knows Batman secret identity- not for sure why - after all he’s so good at keeping it under wraps 🙄

- Poor Rose??? .... Superman’s daughter? A nickname for Lois??? A quote from a sitcom?

- So was this a what if Steppenwolf won?? A altered reality where Steppenwolf won and how Batman keeps sending Flash back in time to prevent it???

- The third loved Joker was gonna mention was Jason Todd’s Robin - so that means there were more robins before Jason

- I’m guessing Joker killed Harley and Batman was there for her final moments? Or someone killed Harley because of her connections to Joker??

- The Badges on Jokers tactical vest are probably trophies

- And Evil Superman is wearing his iconic red and blue super suite

- OH OH Martian Manhunter!!!!! We’re where you earlier?!?

- ehh better late then never

-Bruce has zero cares about his secret identity

- Bruce you could have offered him some coffee or tea! Alfred raised you better then that!

#zack synder's justice league #zack snyder #justice league #dc justice league #dc extended universe #dc films #hbo max #warner brothers #superman #wonder woman #Batman #cyborg #the flash

[piraticalarchive]

@twistedwit: The last thing he'd expected when he had entered the decrepit building with the team of agents he was part of was to come face to face with the man who had tortured him mercilessly for close to two weeks when he'd been a hostage, but that familiar leering grin was unmistakable. The shock stopped Guy in his tracks, gun hanging useless at his side; he had been assured the man was in prison, that he'd never see the outside world again.

Apparently 'never' was much more brief a time than he thought.

The raid had gone according to plan, but in the end none of the agents present could account for the man who had taken such joy in breaking him for twelve days straight. The news sent a chill coursing down his spine, and he looked warily over his shoulder as he made his way to the car, feeling the weight of eyes upon him with each step he took

.Even after he arrived home, Guy couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, his skin crawling and his knuckles aching with remembered pain, a cold sweat breaking out over his skin. He recognized the PTSD for what it was, eyes dark and wild as he met Killian's gaze, breath coming too quickly and heart racing in his chest

."Killian." His voice cracked under the strain of the lingering anxiety he was feeling. "I .. I think I need your help."

Home has never had much meaning, the promise of safety and a haven conveyed by a single word one that has always managed to elude the Irishman, and the four walls of the detective’s flat have done nothing to change that. They offer sanctuary, aye, a place to wash the blood from his nails, a place to breathe in the chaos of the world he has carved for himself .. but they are not home. Home is the blue depths he often drowns in, so much like his own but full of a warmth and unequal affection that never fades, no matter how he tries his best to piss the older man off. Home is the arm that instinctively seeks him out when he shivers from haunting thoughts that fight their way out of dark corners, the sound of the steady breathing that carries him through the flames that lick at frozen veins and a troubled heart. Home is Guy’s voice in the dark, ever guiding like a lighthouse brightens a troubled sea, unwavering in its strength and belief. Home is one simple phrase tattooed into the hollow of his chest, a benediction and reminder that despite everything life has tried to teach him - Killian Jones is not alone.

Hold onto me.

Maybe he should fight harder against the sense of belonging, maybe he should listen to the small voice that tells him commitment is nothing but a loss of freedom, that whispers trust is nothing but a chain that silently wraps itself around his feet ... but he doesn’t.. If this is what losing freedom feels like.. he’ll give it up ten times over. So instead the Irishman rifles through the other man’s cupboards, ringed fingers wrapping around his newest weapon of derision as the sound of keys in the lock fills the room. “What the hell is this?” He knows Guy is behind him, he can feel his presence like a balm to an open wound so Killian arches a brow, words falling between them with an affectionate teasing that has served well as his love language thus far. “Why do you have three different kids of coffee? What kind of git needs three different kinds of coffee, yeah?” 

The smile on his face fades as he turns, blue eyes catching the other man’s own just as the cracked declaration falls between them. The immediate instinct to light a match and immediately burn down whatever has caused the shadow to fall over his expression (and maybe the entire fucking city of London for good measure) wars with the unease of inexperience - comfort has never been the younger man’s forte, so the urge to run rather than admit failure gnaws at a steady beating heart .. but this is Guy. The gang leader won’t run, no matter how hard his brain tells him to.

 Rather then stumble his way through a half hearted attempt at fixing something broken, the Irishman reaches out, interlacing ringed fingers with the detective’s own and squeezing lightly as he guides him into their bedroom. The older man has never asked questions when he opens the door to discover a bleeding and feral animal in place of the man his boyfriend usually is .. so Killian stays silent as well, following the steps that have so many times kept him from drowning. Soon enough they’re laying on the bed, arms wrapped around one another and legs intertangled in the Irishman’s best effort to serve as a lifeboat, as a reminder that whatever is going on in the detective’s head .. he’s not facing it alone.

Nails play with the hair along the nape of Guy’s neck, traveling up in a ticklish touch until they scratch gently along the sensitive skin of his scalp. The words when they come are hushed, a whisper lest they tear down the blanket he’s tried to create around them and lips curve in a grin, heart doing its best to lend strength to the one that beats so steadily against it in return. “Help, huh? I draw the line at maiming animals but I’ve heard me body hiding skills are pretty good, yeah? Not to mention I can make a bloody hell of a breakfast.” Weight shifts as he moves himself closer, leaning forward until their foreheads are pressed together, lips brushing against skin with a tenderness that has no place in the life of Killian Jones.. and his smile widens, one eye giving a pointed wink. The declaration is laced with a hidden promise, a hint of something he doesn’t know how to put into words and the Irishman can only hope Guy understands it. “I learned from the best.”

Coinnigh orm. Hold onto me.

#twistedwit #v. grace under pressure #the way this fucking got away from me :|| #anyways i hope its okay baby #idk if you want this to be a full thing or not so i tried to leave it where it could go either way #i love them and this gave me feelings when you sent it. I love you so much

[ecofinisher]

¡Vamos a España! - Chap 16

Chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/74147223

https://www.wattpad.com/1041526358-%C2%A1vamos-a-espa%C3%B1a-chapter-16

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/16/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a

Three days later Rollan, his friends, and a few other students sat in the carriage approaching the harbor of Alicante.

„Two days off, what a relief,“ Pastor commented leaned against the board of the carriage. „My endurance isn‘t quite good for this moment. I need to work more on it, than anything else so far,“

„I believe I have the same issue as you. Rollan luckily is the opposite,“ Marina pointed out. „His endurance is great, his weakness is the focus during the parkour,“

„Indeed,“ Rollan agreed. „I will have to work on that,“

„Next week is a new week. We‘ll do it better,“ The boy assured earning a nod from Rollan and Marina.

„What are you going to do during those two days?“

„I don‘t know,“ Pastor answered. „I‘m someone who plans at the day,“

„What about you, Rollan?“ Questioned Marina making Rollan shrug his shoulders,

„For now on, I thought about staying back with those….cubs of my friend,“ Rollan responded. „Eventually I can help out my mother at home with something,“

„Hey in case you don‘t want to be alone, you can find me at the harbor near the fish market. Most of the time, if not ask my mom and she tells you where I might be,“ Pastor offered earning a nod from Rollan.

„Sure I‘ll see how my day will go tomorrow,“ Rollan mentioned earning a nod from the boy. One of the men inside the carriage pointed up at the sky at a black bird, then Marina looked up out of curiosity and smiled at recognizing the bird.

„Hey, do you guys see that?“ Marina asked earning a nod from Pastor, while Rollan squinted his eyes to recognize the animal. „That‘s a common swift,“

„No, that‘s a bird,“ Pastor commented making Marina stare dumbfounded at Pastor‘s comment.

„Are you serious?“ Marina asked the raven-haired boy, then the bird got closer to their carriage, flapping in front of Rollan and Marina, then Marina noticed on the leg of the bird a letter and she pointed at it.

„That‘s a message bird, I think,“ Marina commented, then Rollan watched the bird land on his lap and Rollan tried to take the paper roll carefully out from the bird‘s leg and opened it.

„It‘s from Gerda,“ Rollan mentioned with a big smile, then Marina leaned her head to glimpse into Rollan‘s letter.

„Dear Rollan. How is the flight going? I hope it‘s going well. Look Orm just passed a few days ago by our house asking for Arrog‘s sons and we assumed they might have gotten into your zeppelin too. If they‘re really around can you confirm this and make sure they‘re okay until Alfida or Orm gets the chance to follow you? Thank you in advance and take good care of yourself. Make sure Luta gets to eat and drink too. Bread would be ideal for her as long as you have it available…..XXX Gerda,“

„They already know about them,“ Rollan said, then rolled back the sheet. „That‘s great for now,“

„Is the letter about those three dogs you mentioned the other day at your home?“ Questioned Marina earning a nod from the Spaniard.

„Yes, I believe they will come to get them at some point when it‘s possible. Until there, they asked me if I could take care of them,“

„You‘ve been doing that already as we saw,“

„Yeah, if something happens to them it‘s bad or worse if they‘re kidnapped or anything,“

„If you want, we can be with you and take care of them?“ Marina offered making Rollan smile, but he refused the offer.

„Thank you, but it‘s fine for now,“

„If you say so,“ Marina responded, then Pastor placed his hand on Marina‘s shoulder to remember her to not continue trying to change his mind.

„I think after I arrive I will answer Gerda‘s letter and or before that I will entertain those little rascals for a while,“ Rollan joked making Marina giggle.

„The way you talk tells me they‘re in a better custody,“

„I have played already a few times before with them as I was with Gerda at their family‘s house. They know me fine,“ Rollan recounted.

„We‘re here, man,“ Pastor mentioned earning a smile from Rollan, which jumped down the carriage, then waved at the two friends.

„See you soon,“ Rollan wished, then watched the swift fly around the carriage and land on his head, making Pastor snicker.

„Be careful, he could let his food on your head. If you know what I mean,“

„Don‘t worry,“ Rollan assured holding his hand on his head, then the swift got on his hand and Rollan got into his house, then encountered Luta running behind Ivan, which was wrapped up in a towel making Rollan look questioningly at the two.

„Mama! Llegué!“ Rollan said loud, then he saw Ivan ran back along with Luta pursuing him and he went down on his knees to pick up the troll. „What‘s happening?“ Rollan asked, then Luta widened her eyes as she saw the swift on Rollan‘s shoulder and jumped against the bird, which took off and flew across the house flying up to the second floor. „Luta, stop!“ Rollan ordered, then ran stairs up and encountered the door of the bathroom open, showing his mother giving the young and the middle troll sibling a bath. „Why are you bathing them?“ Questioned Rollan entering into the bathroom and went down on his knees and placed Ivan down on the ground.

„Put him into the bathtub. He hasn‘t finished the bath,“ Leticia mentioned placing her hand under Ivan‘s butt, then Rollan helped her and held his hand inside the tub to held both cubs in it. „The light-brown one behaves very well, besides the other two.

„Okay, I take Ivan and you take his brother,“ Rollan offered beginning to scrub the cub‘s belly with his fingers making him laugh. „Don‘t worry, if you remain quiet, you‘ll be out of here in no time,“ Rollan looked at Leonid, which was playing with the foam, then Rollan placed his free hand behind the cub pulling him closer to the younger brother, then tried to scrub Leonid by only using his one free hand. Leonid began to laugh and splashed with his fists on the water spattering it over Rollan‘s face.

„Careful, my eyes were open,“ Rollan warned making the cub chuckle, then he moved his arm back to the troll, whose name Rollan wasn‘t aware of yet. „Okay I better take only care of you, then I‘ll deal with your brother as I see you‘re no fan of water,“

„I‘m done with one,“ Leticia warned picking up a towel, then helped the troll out and began to dry him with a towel.

„I will take care of the last two,“ Rollan mentioned, then the cub jumped at Rollan‘s arms making him wet due to the dampness on the fur. „Hey!“

The trolls giggled at what happened to Rollan, then he grabbed the hand towel, that hung on the door of the bathroom to dry the chubby cub.

„I will get another towel,“ Leticia mentioned earning a nod from Rollan, which moved on to Leonid to help him bathe.

„Come, now let me take care of your head and your back,“ The Spaniard announced scrubbing his back giving the troll joy, afterward he moved up to the head and massaged it gently making the troll groan with joy. „See, it‘s not so bad, right?“ Asked the raven-haired boy, then up on his shoulder appeared Luta holding the message from Gerda, that Rollan received before and Rollan nodded.

„Thanks Luta. Later on, I will reply to Gerda‘s message. I want to take more time for it,“

Leticia came back with two towels and handed one out to her son, which he placed on the ground, then picked Leonid out, sitting him on the towel, and used it to dry the cub‘s fur.

„Have you let that bird in into the house?“ Questioned Leticia earning a nod from the Spaniard.

„That‘s the message bird, that delivered me a message from Gerda. I‘m going to answer that later on,“ Rollan explained. „Luckily they‘re aware the three troll Princes have left unexpectedly behind me and may send Alfida or their cousin Orm back here to get them home,“

„That means they will soon get back home?“

„Si,“ Confirmed Rollan. „I do like to take care of them, but at the moment this is not the best moment for us,“

„Si…..Hijo, have you planned to go out tomorrow somewhere?“ Questioned Leticia making Rollan shrug his shoulder.

„No, I planned to stay back with the trolls. Why?“

„My old friend Mina asked me if I was interested to work during Saturday and Sunday at the fish market, as long as more people keep visiting the fish market for shopping. I had agreed on coming, so I could also earn something besides of what I get from my pension,“

„Okay, then as long as the cubs are here I‘ll be home,“ Rollan commented wrapping Leonid up inside the towel, then he made his way back to his bedroom and sat down in front of a small table sitting Leonid beside him and moved Gerda‘s letter around and picked up a pencil to write a response.

„Dear Gerda. I‘ve encountered the triplets inside the zeppelin around the evening and took them with me to my mama‘s home. You don‘t need to worry about them, they‘re safe with me for now. At the moment, I‘ve joined a guard formation academy, which was offered by the King of Spain and during the first weeks I‘m receiving during the formation 100 pesetas, which is probably like 100 Dinar, for now on a good start for me to help out mama,“ Rollan wrote down, then looked at Leonid wondering, what he should write on the letter, then Luta looked at Rollan‘s letter and jumped at the bed to bring him the picture of Gerda. „Yeah, I know the letter could have more in it…... I‘m….Wait……….How are you doing, Gerda? Are you doing well at Freya‘s library? What about your family?,“ Rollan wrote down while reading it out loud for the weasel. „How does this sound?“ Questioned Rollan earning a nod from the weasel, then she pointed at Rollan and back to Gerda‘s image. „Uh I can‘t follow you,“

Luta pointed out of the window, then grabbed Rollan‘s pencil and used it to fence with the air, while Rollan pondered about what the weasel was trying to say.

„I think I know, what you mean,“ Rollan said picking the pencil to get back into writing- „So far, I‘m fine at the formation academy. I made two friends, which tried during this week to support me as two others were trying to take me down to give up. But I remembered my mother and you, that I‘m doing this to help mama out of her debts. The moment I thought about you during this time was when I needed advice and I knew more or less, what you would say. Personally or per message, it would have been better for me, but as long as Luta is here, mama and my two new friends, it‘s bearable. Today it was way better, than the first two days and hopefully, it will get better in the future,“ Luta nodded as she looked over the text of Rollan, then pondered about what Rollan could add to the text, then she glanced up at the boy, which looked around the room and noticed Ivan and his younger brother on the ground rolling around on the towel. „The troll Princes haven‘t been a trouble so far. I and mama could manage to entertain with the minor things we‘ve got for them in our house. It‘s not easy to entertain them at some point alone when you‘re out of ideas and as long as they‘re magical beings and no one around the location is familiar with them, I‘m afraid to introduce them to anyone, even the new friends I made. It would perhaps be safer if someone would come as soon as possible to take them home or to be present for a few days until they can go home. You know I will do my best to keep them in safety, but I‘m afraid when they‘re alone with my mother something happens and I‘m not around to help……..I hope to see you again when the time is right. Te extraño mucho. With lots of love, Rollan,“ Rollan finished, then added a few crosses under his name. „So this is now my letter to her…...„Dear Gerda. I‘ve encountered the triplets inside the zeppelin around the evening and took them with me to my mama‘s home. You don‘t need to worry about them, they‘re safe with me for now. At the moment, I‘ve joined a guard formation academy, which was offered by the King of Spain and during the first weeks, I‘m receiving during the formation 100 pesetas, which is probably like 100 Dinar. From now on I had a good start to help out mama.

How are you doing, Gerda? Are you doing well at Freya‘s library? What about your family? So far, I‘m fine at the formation academy. I made two friends, which tried during this week to support me as two others were trying to take me down to give up. But I remembered my mother and you, that I‘m doing this to help mama out of her debts. The moments I thought about you during this time was when I needed advice and I knew more or less, what you would say. Personally or per message, it would have been better for me, but as long as Luta is here, mama and my two new friends, it‘s bearable. Today it was way better, than the first two days and hopefully, it will get better in the future. The troll Princes haven‘t been a trouble so far. I and mama could manage to entertain with the minor things we‘ve got for them in our house. It‘s not easy to entertain them at some point alone when you‘re out of ideas and as long as they‘re magical beings and no one around the location is familiar with them, I‘m afraid to introduce them to anyone, even the new friends I made. It would perhaps be safer if someone would come as soon as possible to take them home or to be present for a few days until they can go home. You know I will do my best to keep them in safety, but I‘m afraid when they‘re alone with my mother something happens and I‘m not around to help. I hope to see you again when the time is right. Te extraño mucho. With lots of love, Rollan,”

Luta nodded at Rollan’s letter then she licked her paw and placed it next to Rollan’s name to mark her paw on it making Rollan smile. “Good idea,” Rollan got up and walked to the window to see the swift pick on the ledge on small ants, which were walking up at the board attached to the wall. “Oh you will encounter there a lot of ants, my friend,” Rollan mentioned watching the bird fly a few centimeters away at the green leaves growing on the wall of the house and stuck his head inside the leaves searching for food. Rollan looked down at the cubs, which were wrapped in the towel, shivering a little and Rollan got down, then placed his hand on Ivan, then began to rib with his hands on the towel to warm the cub up, which smiled and leaned his head back to gaze up at Rollan, which smiled enamored at the emerald-green eyes of the cubs.

“Aww you really got the eyes of your mother…….your mom is the one with the green eyes, right?” Rollan asked making the cub chuckle. Leonid walked with the towel on his back and jumped at Rollan’s shoulder, pushing him on the shirt’s lapel hoping to get the same treatment his older brother was getting. “You know what? Just get into the middle of my legs with the cloth and I try to warm you all at the same time,” Rollan offered watching Leonid jump down, landing on Rollan’s taille causing him to yelp under his breath as the cub had hurt him on his private location. Leonid looked up at Rollan tilting his head, then Rollan faked a smile to hide his pain and watched the light-brown cub sit beside his brothers, therefore Rollan wrapped his arms half around the pets, then began to rib with their towels against the cubs slowly making them stop shivering from cold.

On the airship of Alifda, she stood at the front of the ship looking down at the landscape under it together with Orm analyzing on their map the location they were passing above.

„This is exactly the location I believed we were flying above. Brittany. After a few miles, we will see the ocean again and you will just have to follow the needle to the south until we see land again, which is most likely to happen tomorrow at some point,“ Explained Alfida making the troll nod.

„Understood,“ Orm responded.

„Are you sure you don‘t want to switch or even Gerda?“ Alfida asked making Orm shake his head.

„I‘m fine. Gerda so far hasn't said anything else, but you still can ask her. I have the feeling something is bothering her,“ Orm suggested earning a nod from the raven-haired girl, then both walked along the ship to find Kai steering the boat while Gerda watched over the landscape under their ship. Alfida leaned herself next to the girl to take a look down at the ground too, waiting for Gerda to eventually speak.

„You have been very quiet today. Are you okay?“ Alfida asked earning a nod from Gerda.

„I‘m a little seasick, that‘s all,“ Gerda responded.

„We‘re not even on the ocean, how is that possible?“ Alfida asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders. „What did you eat?“

„The raw fish Kai tried to prepare for us all,“ Gerda explained making Alfida snort.

„What you really ate it?“ Alfida asked surprised earning a nod from the blonde.

„You didn‘t?“ Gerda asked curious at Alfida‘s comment.

„One thing I learned on the high seas is, that not everyone is capable to handle fish, mostly newbies. Sure Kai did a good job, but just remember raw fish can be really bad to someone if not dealt with cautiousness hygiene and all. I still admit most of us pirates aren‘t the most hygienic people in the world, but we knew that we should handle raw fish with care,“

„Oh,“

„This is why most of the times we grilled the fish. The other times the only person focused on preparing raw fish was my mother, yet it didn‘t always pass perfectly throughout everyone‘s stomach,“

„But how did you not eat the fish?“ Gerda asked, then she rolled her eyes at Orm, which was looking at the glass window of the cabin, and used one of his claws on the finger to sratch out a bit of pink flesh out of his teeth.

„He ate the rest without Kai and you looking,“ Alfida mentioned.

„You girls are just rude. I ripped off my heart to make you this and you fed all that to Orm?“ Kai complained making Alfida chuckle.

„I prevented food-waste. Be happy at least about that,“ Alfida mentioned walking up at her boyfriend. „But please don‘t be mad at me, raw fishes is mostly done great by pros and none of us is a pro. You tried your best, but it didn‘t do well on your sister,“

„Weird it hasn‘t done to me anything yet,“ Kai mentioned making Alfida shrug her shoulders.

„Maybe her stomach is a little more sensitive than yours to different meals,“ Alifda mentioned watching Kai approach Gerda and place his hand on his older sister‘s back.

„Do you want to sit down?“ Kai asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders, then he helped her to sit down on the stairs and held his arm behind her back to pet her.

„I think we better follow the French coast in case we need to make an emergency stop,“ Alfida suggested. „Kai, Gerda won‘t take the night shift, you‘ll stay with her and see if she gets better,“

„We better stay here on the outside for her to be able to get fresh air,“ Kai mentioned, then Gerda got up and walked at the wall covering her mouth to prevent her from throwing up.

„Don‘t cover your mouth, just let it go!“ Alfida warned the friend, then Orm and Kai approached Gerda and Kai pulled Gerda‘s hair away and the girl began to throw out off board.

„Eww that‘s nasty,“ Orm complained turning his nose away.

„Let it out, lassie,“ Alfida mentioned watching Gerda lean down on the board, as Kai was there for her and slowly patted the sister on the back.

„Will you make Gerda some tea?“ Kai asked earning a nod from Orm.

„Ginger or Camomille is ideal for nauseous,“ Alfida mentioned earning a thumb up from the troll, which walked at the cabin and entered into it to search for them on a shelf.

#Снежная королева #the snow queen #snow queen 4 #snow queen mirrorlands #ecofinisher #ecofinisherfanfics #snowqueengerda #snowqueenrollan #Wattpad #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction

[rosellaortiz]

Full Name: Rosalynn Orm Tolkien (Riddle)

Nickname/Alias: Sweetie, Jellyfish, Jelly, Orm, Rosa, Tol, Kiki

Meaning: In German Baby Names the meaning of the name Rosalyn is: Compound of 'horse' and 'snake'.

Orm; Snake

Origin: German

Title: Miss, Lady.

Pet Name: Dove, Tater Tot, jelly bean

Signature: Rosalynn Orm Tolkien

Gender: Female

Gender Role: feminine

Orientation: Panromantic Asexual

Real Age: 13

Age Appearance: Younger

Birthday: October 31, 1995

Deathday:

Birthplace: Malfoy Manor

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Zodiac Sign: Pig

Hogwarts’s house; Slytherin 

Patronus; Grizzly bear, snake.

Immediate Family: Foster mother; Johanna Tolkien

Distant Family: Malfoy Family

Parenting: Johanna was a little bit of a strict and fun-loving parent.

Upbringing: Treat people how you want to be treated.

Infancy: Dropped, only made to turn into a Horcrux.Besides that a very good baby.

Childhood: Member of the order found her alone in a house. Took her in. Great toddler. Johanna raises her and adores her

Adolescence: Will figure it out.

Adulthood: Will found out

Coming of Age: When the minster of magic had to explain who her birth parents are. Around 11, before starting Hogwarts.

Evolution: She was a very bubbly and happy girl before becoming paranoid and scared people will figure out who her birth parents are.

Species: Human

Ethnicity: British

Blood Type: Blood Rh-null

Preferred Hand: ambidextrous

Facial Type: Heart

Eye Color: Heterochromia iridium, Silver/white(Right), Blue/teal(left)

Hair Color; Black (poliosis(near the front of head))

Hairstyle: tight Curly

Skin Tone: Pale

Complexion: pale

Makeup: Some. Mostly eyeliner and eyeshadow. Chapstick.

Body Type: Hourglass

Build; chubby thigh,

Height: 4'11"(149.86cm)

Weight: 122 IB 

Cup Size: 23 B

Shoe Size: 37 EU

Birthmarks/scars: Birthmark behind the ear. Childhood injuring scars.

Distinguishing Features: Long Eyelash and poliosis, heterochromia iridium.

Health: Good health(Seeker of Slytherin's quidditch team), has an undetermined sickness

Energy: Depends on the days.

Memory: Pretty good memory.

Senses: Needs glasses. Eyes are awful. Everything is good.

Allergies: None.

Handicaps: Glasses

Medication: None

Phobias:

Autophobia; fear of being alone

Claustrophobia; fear of confined, crowded space.

Aphenphosmphobia; fear of being touched.

Addictions: Coffee, 

Mental Disorders: Depression, Anxiety.

Style: Casual

Mode of Dress:

Grooming: Well-kept

Posture: Good Posture.

Gait: Medium speed, hold up high.

Coordination: Fit enough, incredible flexible

Habits and Mannerisms: Tapping her nails against table or tights. Bits lip.

Scent: Strongly smells like lavender and honey.

Mood: Mostly a good mood.

Attitude: Friendly. Sometimes bitchy.

Stability: Not too bad.

Expressiveness: Hides emotion.

When Happy: Hums, sing draws

When Depressed: Write, listen to podcasts, cries to sleep. Writes to her mom.

When Angry: ignores everyone, Screams into the pillow

Current Residence: Hogwarts

Community: Purebloods 

Family: Foster mother; Johanna Tolkien

Birthmother; Bellatrix Lestrange

Birthfather; Tom Riddle

sister; Delphni Riddle

cousin; Sadie Black

Pets/Familiars: Munchkin cat(black), Rottweiler.

Wardrobe:

https://www.pinterest.com/Pan_Rosella/rosalynns-outfittolkienhp/

Equipment: Wand

Accessories: Glasses, Serpent tempter pendant, silver intertwining snakes, serpent snake, elven ring fem leaf ring, ear piercing.

Trinkets: serpent tempter pendant.

Funds: wealthy.

Home:

Neighborhood: high and mighty.

Transportation: Horse and cart, flow fireplace, brooms

Collections: Rocks, crystal

Most valuable possession: serpent tempter pendant.

Prized Possession: elven ring fem leaf ring.

Lovers: doesn't have a crush at the moment.

Marital Status: Single

Sex Life: non-existent

Type: N/A

Position: Sub

Plays: Don't know yet.

Fetishes: None yet

Virginity; still one

Element: Water

Occupation: Three Broomsticks

Work Ethnic: Likes her jobs

Rank: Bar Maiden

Income: don't know

Wealth Status: Upper

Experience: Helped her mother in the cafe /bakery she owns in the muggle world and wizardry world.

Organizations/Affiliations: none

Education: Pretty good

School: Hogwarts

Grade: perfect marks

Special Education: almost a perfect

Social Stereotype: meh

Intelligence: Linguistic

Extracurricular Activities: Quidditch team, Duelling club.

Religion: Pagan

Morals: Everyone is a person no matter how small or big someone is.

Crime Record: No crime record. Does well with the ministry of magic.

Motivation: Family, friends, love

Priorities: First; family

Second; love

Third; friends

Philosophy: "Everyone is born a blank canvas, overtime we fill that canvas."

Etiquette: Great manners

Culture: Taking off shoes before entering a home, allowing the guest to eat first.

Traditions: Sits with family.

Superstitions: Four-leaf clover, Knocking on words. Don't open an umbrella inside.

Main Goal: Getting through school.

Minor Goals/Ambitions: making friends, win the quidditch game.

Career: Teacher at Hogwarts

Desires: people to just along

Wishlist: new broom

Accomplishments: yeah making it on the quidditch team as the seeker.

Greatest Achievement: Getting on the quidditch teams

Biggest Failure: not protecting her cousin.

Secrets: She has an older sister, tom riddle, and Bellatrix is her birth parent.

Worries: losing teddy or her mother, and her cousins.

Best Dream: becoming a caretaker of mythical creatures

Worst Nightmare: birth father coming back or her older sister breaking out of Azkaban

Hobbies/Interests: Hiking, camping, gobstones, watching(quidditch, wizard chess) Archery, running, geocaching, astronomy, gardening, drawing, flower, baking, bread making, quilting/crocheting/knitting, journaling, podcast hosting.

Skills/Talents: sing, drawing.

Likes: Plants, candles, coffee, sweets, audiobooks/podcast, potions, herbology, gardening, care of mythical creatures, storms, thunderstorms, drawing, bubble baths, Asian food.

Dislikes: unorganized, low hungry, her birth parents, people who compare her to her "parents" or sister, history of magic.

Sense of Humor: Dark, sarcastic

Pet Peeves: Slow walkers, noisy eater, Full mouth talker, couples who sit next to each other(instead of across from each other) in a booth, knows-it-all, 

Quirks: Unique eye or hair, sleeps with a stuffed animal.

Strengths: Good listener, calm under pressure

Flaws: Blunt, callous, cursed, flirty, klutz, overambitious, paranoid, soft-hearted, jealous.

Perception: there is some much to help chang     

Lures: kind people

Soft Spot: kids, muggle-borns.

Cruel Streak: family gets hurt

Powers/Abilities: controlling dark matter, snake talk

Origin: born with it.

Source: emotions

Ability: still don't know how to control it fully.

Weaknesses: family, friends, sketchbook/sketchpad

Immunities: can't feel the heat, pain

Restrictions: can feel pain if it is overbearing

Favorite Colors: Purple, teal, black.

Favorite Animals: wolf, sharks,

Favorite Mythological Creatures: Dragon, basilisk.

Favorite Places: Diagon Alley

Favorite Landmarks: Eiffel Tower,

Favorite Flavors: Strawberry, Blackberry.

Favorite Foods: Asain food, 

Favorite Drinks: Cold ice tea/coffee.

Favorite Characters: Hagrid,

Favorite Genre: Horror, fantasy, D&D, thriller, 

Favorite Books: "IT", "The Shining", "The Adventure Zone"

Favorite Sports: Quidditch

Favorite Stores: Wesley joke shop

Favorite Subjects: Flying class, potions,

Favorite Numbers: 25

Favorite Flower; Monk's Hood, Muscari, Lotus, Tea rose.

Languages: English, French, Spanish, German, Scotland.

Accent: British.

Voice: soft and confined

Speech Impediments: Smoothly,

Greetings and Farewells: Bonjour

State of Mind: Doing okay, paranoid.

Compliment: Je suis étourdi par votre beauté

(I am stunned by your beauty)

Insult: Tête de noeud

(Knothead)

Expletive: Casse-toi

(Fuckoff/bug off)

Laughter: Giggles mostly.

Reputation: Well behavior, great manners

Compliments: Great listener, pay attractions, sassy.

Insults: the good of nothing half-blood, daughter of killers

Self-Impression: Hates herself

MBTI Personality Type: ISTJ

Enneagram: Logistician

Ego/Superego/Id: society, and the idea of right and wrong.

Role: Leader

Symbol: Meadow of wildflower

#HarryPotter #HPoc #hp original character #tomriddle #bellatrix lestrange #malfoy

[discoontoast]

Queen songs but their in my native language

Don't stop me now

Anocht

Beith t-am go bra, agam.

Tá mé beo, beo beo beo, agus and domhan beidh se chuir taobh istigh (yeah)

Tá mé ag snamh lé ecstasy

So, na cuir stád liom, na cuir stad

Mar táim ag bhaint sult as, bhaint sult as!

Is réalt mé in san spéir, beith me ag léim thart, níl is agam chád é gravity

Anois is mé carr, ag ghoil thart tú, cosúil lé béan Godiva

Tá mé ag ghul ghul ghul

Ní thig leat cuir stád liomsa

Tá tiné orm (sa)

Dhá céad céimeanna

Ach níl mó anim Fahrenheit

Tá mé ag súil leis an spéir

An bhfuil tú abalta beidh fear

Na cuir stád liom, mar tá an t-am leat, go brá!

Na curi stád liom, tá t-am leat tú!

Na cuir stád liom, (mar tá an t-am leat, go brá)

Na cuir stád liom (sa, an t-am go brá)

an gcaithfimid stopadh?

Yeah, is mé roicéad, ag eitilt go to dtí Mars

Ar cúrsa imbhuailte

Is satailíte mé, tá mé as smach

Is grá liom gnéas

Cosúil lé buama

Oh, oh, oh, oh, boom!

Tá tiné orm, (sa)

Dhá céad céimeanna

Ach níl mo anim Fahrenheit

Tá mé ag súil leis an spéir

An bhfuil tú abalta beidh béan

Na cuir stád, na cuir stád, na cuir stád, hey hey hey hey!

Na cuir stád, na cuir stád, oh oh oh

Is mhaith liom

Na cuir stád liom, na cuir stád

T-am go brá, go brá

Na cuir stád liom, na cuir stád, ah!

Oh sa!

Ceart go leor

Tá tiné orm, (sa)

Dhá céad céimeanna

Ach níl mo anim Fahrenheit

Tá mé ag súil leis an spéir

An bhfuil tú abalta beidh fear

Na cuir stád liom, mar tá an t-am leat go brá

Na cuir stád liom, tá t-am leat tú

Na cuir stád liom (mar tá an t-am leat go brá)

Na cuir stád liom ( tá an t-am leat tú)

An gcaithfimid stopadh?

La da da da daah

Da da da haa

Ha da da ha ha haaa

Ha da daa ha da da aaa

Ooh ooh ooh

#bo rhap #roger taylor #queen band #disco deaky #deacon #john deacon #taylor #finger my gutair #freddie #freddie mercury #bohemian rapsody movie #brian #brian may #don't stop me now #native language #song conversion

[batdaddies]

Madreperola

warnings: explicit content, violence

pairing: orm x reader

about: im rusty, been AGES since my last time writing, tried to post this into orm tag for three times now, hope now works, after you are done and still want more, leave a prompt at my askbox, i need some more orm around, patrick wilson killed and now i should write kinky smuts about the ex-king of atlantis, this is not that kinky yet, kinda wanted, kinda dont, whatever, the whole Y/N looks funny because I made it into a scenario in an extra page on my tumblr that you can actually insert your name into it, but it wasnt working so yeah, i just wanted to post it so i can write another one. You are not a surface dweller, you are a badass atlantis warrior, a lot of canon made by myself, sorry. Enjoy!

MADREPÉROLA - MOTHER OF PEARLS

Orm is made out of duties, ideas, strength, pain and pieces of a man who once thought he could die alone.

EYES

They were cheering, loud within the dense water, they had music, excited with drums and bubbles around the instruments. Atlantis was painted of those sparkling jellyfishes all around, all the citizens with hands up, waving. Happiness was a strange feeling, how deeply it was, he had been going around for some minutes now, and everytime his eyes flashed around the faces of his people, the smiles were pure, how could they not notice the way his father’s hand on his mother was a little too hard? Were they not seeing through, was it too dark?  How could they not see their smiles didn’t match their eyes?

He could sense on his skin, the hair on his arms, right under his royal armour, his hands holding the ropes with a tiny shake. The image of his mother yelling, back and forth with his father had been disturbing; he could hear from the corridor, a strong impulse and he was by the door, opening just to see her beautiful form on the floor, the silver trident on her hands, pointing into his father’s neck, who had his own trident against her belly. They all shared a quiet stare between, his mother soon being the first to give up, she had called his name, throwing the trident behind her, a sign of peace for the time, she didn’t try to explain anything, instead her long arms circulated his torso with care, love. But he was stuck with the situation, with his parents obviously fighting, hard, to the point of fists. His father spoke first.

“Tell him, Atlanta,” the voice husky, dark, capable of investing fear in any being under the seas. The wrinkles on his eyes showed the age, showed the tiredness, the madness, and the hard pupils, they were black unlike his own, his traces only from his mother. A trembling hand came for his mother's back, holding her to protect her, to protect both, specially himself from that tone. “Tell him about your time in the surface…”

His mother pulled him out of the room in that same minute, feet pushing the water, mouth rushing his concerns, not that she actually could, however she tried, whispered what she normally did. Don’t listen to your father. You know he is out of his mind. I love you so much. A help with his hair, a kiss on his head, and they were separated for the parade. He watched his father soon joining him with the soldiers behind, the tridents on hands, watched how he whispered something into her ear before impulsing her trident to her hand so she could have, they all sat down on the animals. He had a shark for once he was young, small, only a prince. His father and mother in front of him, on a pedestal on top of a tylosaurus.

The parade was for pride, the kingdoms together for the solemn purpose of existing after the Great Fall. The royal families, the respected generals and war heros, all lined up to celebrate another year. Atlantis was first of course, the Xebellians behind, followed by the Fishermen, and the Brine. The occasion was peaceful, for what Orm wasn’t in peace at all, he wasn’t a man yet, couldn’t understand the factors of marriage, couldn’t let go of the incident, he was smiling at least, because at some point his father turned behind to take a look, and his lips moved. Smile. As his king wished, he did, an order he wasn’t exactly fulfilling, the white teeth where showing, his mouth opened, but it was crooked, and fake. So lost inside his own head, inside his own thoughts.

Focus! Focus! The voice inside yelled at himself, what kind of Prince he would be if he couldn’t complete his duty? When he finally took his eyes off his father’s grip on his mother’s hands, they averted to the side, searching on the crowd a will to go through all that. All the faces, all the shouts. Nothing. He felt nothing. Until his head moved up, and there, far away, on the higher platform for important, high-borns families, on the privilege views. Someone who had the same serious face as him, unbothered gaze, hair swimming, adorning the shape of her cheeks like a crown with a gold ornament on the side, the lips closed on the rigid line of her jawline. She wore purple and suited her well.

Orm tried to recall when he had seen her before, failing. A strange face. But she was sitting somewhere he would known everybody. By the sides, a man and a woman, he also tried to recall their faces, nothing yet. She entertained his stare until the platform was left behind, until his neck couldn’t turn anymore to watch her.

Seemed there were actually two sad atlanteans that day.

EARS

Once, the worst part of his birthdays was his mother, not herself. Not her caring, soft hands, or her hugs, or kisses. Not her smile. Not her blue eyes. Not the blond hair swinging in the entire room in pretty waves. Her absence. The first year without her presence was disturbing, the second was awful, and the third was fading. It was a shame to say, Orm didn’t remember her that well, now. Some years had passed, along memories, and longing. Sometimes he was ashamed to say he didn’t think of her that much, the grieving had a funny way with him, he was locked away in his own room for days, yet no tears. His father had kept the secret until the very last moment, he didn’t know what was happening until the trench was close enough, besides the entire kingdom knowing, he was oblivious, seemed his father had even funnier ways to mess with him.

Forced to look, forced to watch, and fight against his own mother being sacrificed, she had shouted for him, and Orm had yelled back, but his father was stronger, he was right there, holding him still, hands on his biceps, face on his ears, like a spirit from the past, he felt the lips on his earlobe. A bastard. He stopped immediately, shocked, body failing to keep fighting. The bastard. His senses numbed as she was slowly disappearing from his sight. She had a half-breed, treason.

For months, he didn’t know if he was grieving his mother, or her secret. A powerful queen like herself, to subjugate, accept, cohabit with a human… She had lost her mind, yet the more he thought about it, the more he lost his. The thin line of love, and obeying was starting to fade. The King’s speeches were beginning to make sense, the new ideas of a different future were settling right inside his brain, almost able to recite them one by one, the strongest was the King’s wish to make Orm Marius the best yet. The whole attention, devotion and energy should be spent on his training, on his lessons, on Atlantis that had been suffering with the surface for decades. It was showing then, Orm was becoming the man his father wanted him to be, who took pride on the pure-blood son one day not being only a great king, but a dangerous threat to his enemies.

That year was even decided there was no party, Orm needed to train, needed to study; the only thing it happening was people bringing gifts. He didn’t want that neither, but the King said this costum couldn’t stop, it was necessary. They needed to be spoiled, they needed to be known, to be superior. Vulko was on his right, while the King was on the throne, he was just floating in the warm water in the room, his hands together in front of his torso that was getting bigger, a shape of broad shoulders. He wasn’t small anymore, maybe still young, but not that young, not that innocent. If anything, Orm’s blue bright eyes had a colder shine, the traces on his skin starting to look more like his father than his mother.

“And this is the family of Y/L/N,” Vulko’s voice was distance, low, only for him to hear. “Their ancestors served the crown once, before the second war, they were habitating in Xebel, but decided to come back to Atlantis now the patriarch is dead.”

A woman and a girl were swimming close, stopping to greet. Who he judge as the mother was carrying a box with an aquamarine as lock, the attire of same shade, silver bracelets and a kind smile.

She was placing in front of him with the pile of many others, but he never saw her doing so, instead, he was intrigued by the weapon the daughter was holding, dark grey, utterly curvy on the edges which were five, the handle adorned by arabesques circulating until the extremes along the battle marks, seemed old, however powerful. The girl held it with a straight posture, a warrior. Different from what he reminded, but it was her, he was sure. Purple dressed her too well. The hair had four or six braids floating around her face, much like a halo, adorning the cheekbones, the still rigid jawline, and still hard lips. Her eyebrows were up high, pearls on top of them, matching the color of her eyes. And this time, the purple was tight, admitting both of them had grown up, the cleavage was revealing her popping clavicules, the extra skin of her breasts, the curves continuing to her waist, and hips. Almost a completely woman. An attractive woman.

“You bear a trident,” he stated to her, blankly, forgetting to thank for the gift. His face with no emotions, but it didn’t mean the shiver he felt in his spine wasn’t there, a trickling feeling on his skin that Orm couldn’t name it. It was somehow disrespectful, like a question, taking off her right to carry it.

Her left eyebrow lifted even higher, pearls sparkling along in shades of green, purple and yellow, the trident suffered a whirl, and a thug on the ground, sound echoing, “it belonged to my great grandfather, he fought in the war, died for Atlantis.”

The voice match her looks, daring, a reckon, the water danced on her tone, which meant she was not intimidated by him, ready to prove she was worthy of carrying it. A strong presence with a strong sound, even she was smaller than him, not passing his chest for a fact. All the lessons of reading the opponent was handy in a moment like this, her body language was of someone always alert, someone confident, her breathing was calm, indeed not caring who she was facing. The Prince Of Atlantis. She’d be a good adversary.

“Were you trained with it?” the question now didn’t have any second intentions, rather just curiosity. His face finally moved, just a curl of lips, a blink of lashes, and the feeling stopped by his neck, where his hair was standing on the ends.

“By my own father who had it before me,” she said, noticing his icy eyes were staring down at her, a little movement of her feet, floating higher to fix it. They were on the same level, in an uncomfortable silence, if any noticed, the others accompanying them were alert.

“Good,” Orm said, with a nod of his head. “One day may Atlantis need you as a soldier.”

“My honor, Your Highness,” her tongue hit the back of her upper teeth when talking, which he saw slowly, the feeling going down his shoulders, under the armour, to his hands, the tip of his fingers. It didn’t fade until she turned and left the room, legs swinging in the water with her mother by her side.

The day remained boring, nothing pleasing Orm, neither the training later, or the studies, for what his mind couldn’t stop remembering itself of a purple attire, a trident, and a ringing voice.

My honor.

My honor...

Your highness...

NOSE

The passages of his life were made of deaths, every critical decision, every choice given, every chance made only after losing a life. Queen Atlanna had been sacrificed, only then he was able to decide who he wanted to be, a traitor like his mother or a powerful king like his father, he decided to be none, to be better, to be the best in every way he could. Accomplished. The King Orvax had died, only then he was able to rise to his purpose, finally giving him the freedom of being just a Prince; the chance of serving his people, of succeeding his plans for the future. For what, Orm wanted to great, a legend perhaps, there was no insecurities for the throne, no doubts of himself, he knew he could, he knew he would, Atlantis wouldn’t know a better King.

Sometimes, Orm would even forget he was a man of needs. Yet the truth always found a way to slap his face, shouting to be recognize, yelling louder than he ever could.

It wasn’t a subject his father spoke with him about, he was just given a wife and nothing else. Mera, the xebelian. It was a deal, an arrange, and Orm had grown up with her for far too long to know he wasn’t able to love her, he could respect, offer his loyalty, be a good husband, but never love. She was beautiful, he knew, he always did, since they were kids in the adventures through the oceans, when the lights hit her just right, her long red hair waving, she was pleasing to look at, but something was lacking, something was off. Love wasn’t made of attractive faces or colorful hairs. Indeed, Orm believed he wasn’t capable of love. His biggest duty was to Atlantis, to its preservation, to its protection.

Mera felt the same, he knew. She would never love him. They had consideration for each other, it was even good on a side to have her as a future wife, he wouldn’t pretend to be somebody to gain her admiration, she wouldn’t force herself into a unhappy marriage with somebody else. At least, they were friends when young, and time only could help them to have an heir, as he hoped. Because it was issue he decided to mind after the marriage, after the ceremony, when it in fact happened, not now when they are only betrothed: touching her. She didn’t excite him. He didn’t fantasized about her. Rarely were the times he actually fantasize about a woman, even when it happened, his body curling in his bed, the water dense on his torso, thick on his lungs, and the spasms asking for it, there was not a face, or a body, it was just the feeling. Sometimes he would close his eyes and think of purple. Sometimes he would force himself to fight the feeling away.

Vulko tried to talk to him about that subject, voice taken back, an apprehension on how to approach such matters. Orm stopped him, noticing what that was about. “I am not an animal, this alone should be enough for your concerns.”

It did had a toll on him lately, when his young years were gone, and Orm was what others would call proper age. His body at its peak, his physical appearance established, and the looks it brought to him. The servants passing by, their pupils heavy under the lashes, not reaching his own gaze because that would be reaching, but piercing through the armours, on his neck, and lips. They would be intense when it was time to train, when his body was left to feel the water without barriers, they usually had his armour on hands, or food, or bars when it was time for a new lesson. His feet felt the ground under, his torso circulated in cold water, fighting. The muscles lines were changing according to his moviments, too many of them, back, abdomen, arms, chest, all the stares on him. Orm felt he was giving a show, not training. When it was time to try the bars, the servant came with a bowed body, delicate hands offering the new instruments of battle, and his hand lingered against hers to get it. She moved her head to him, the hair moving in the way, able to cover her entire face but an eye. Desire.

That night had been hard to get through, he wanted it. He needed it. Skin twisting in his bed, the water gaining a new temperature his body failed to adjust to, his neck couldn’t even shallow it properly. It was the first time desire won against him, he thought about searching for her, but what humiliation would be for a Prince around hallways, impulsing himself to seek a servant for satisfaction. He couldn’t sleep, the pain on his lower abdomen asking for release, for the torture he putted himself through, his mind didn’t focus on any other matters besides an atlantean’s body.

His journey through this path had been somewhat disturbing after that, women knowledge his presence, his beauty, his appeal of a sleek blond hair with big, blue eyes, a straight nose and a rigid jawline. He discovered what he liked as well, what made him ask for more, not many times, maybe just three or four, enough for him to be satisfied for months, or years, they were usually high-borns, discreeted, not interested in stealing him for his duty, rather having a night with Prince Orm while they could. He always felt bad after, dressing himself and his mind going for Mera, felt like a betraying act. Guilt overcame pleasure easily after.

But the ironies of life were much deeper than his oceans, even with his future wife by his side, so close to him, sensing the water running through her mouth, nose, and lungs, he couldn’t control the desire when it drowned him, it started as an impulse in the back of neck, growing into a itching on his palms, to a tightness on his stomach. The surprise made him lean forward, eyes wide, a predator watching.

She came dashing in whirls, the bubbles forming a tail behind her feet, the tip of her trident ripping the water, and she stopped, arms opening, trident rising on top of her head, the armour was composed of hard golden scales on the shoulders falling through her breasts and hips, her feet had the protection boots coming to her knees, under of course, as usual, the purple hugging her curves. The braids on her hair this time were the ones for war, from the roots of her forehead to the back where they were loose, no helmet, but a huge choker on her neck, with pointed ends curling out of her face. She shouted with the crowd, they cheered for her, they loved their champion. To savour her congratulations, the body swag around the platforms, trident in circles, everybody had their hands up, and she was rising. Until she stopped again, higher, close to the Royals.

Orm regretted missing the battles, he had better matters to attend to, but his presence in the deliver of the medal to the champion was important, only he could deliver it, when his vizier said the champion that year was a she, he never thought that she was the one, he should have known, all his years and she was the only he could recall who had a trident, and was willing to take it to battle. Also, he regretted not participating that year, he would be very pleased to fight against her, test to see what she was capable of. Of course much, for what she had won.

Closer, it was easier to see the scratches on her armour, only a glove on her right hand, the left with blood floating in tiny bubbles, the bruise on her cheek, a line of red between purple and green, but she was fenomenal, the posture straight, not losing the high class, her beauty had grow older just as his. The traces of her nose and lips were softer, those are a shade of red almost purple, and her eyes batted against the top of her cheeks in long, thick curtains of lashes, the height hasn’t improved though, still smaller, and Orm couldn’t describe exactly what he felt when she entered the platform, pushing herself to the ground, kneeling with her entire being, trident resting on both hands, and hair in waves. It was desire, so much desire the water around him became heavy, a pressure on his shoulder he hadn’t ever felt before.

“Your Highness,” she greeted still bowing for him, fulfilling his memories of her voice, Orm had dreamt of it once, or twice, perhaps more times he wanted to admit, and the electricity inside his veins almost choked his voice out to answer.

Mera or Vulko none existed by his side, or the crowd, or the cheering. Only the atlantean kneeling for her King, offering him her trident, paying her respects. Orm held the medal high, swinging his legs to stop by her front.

“My champion,” his voice was raw, and she looked up to his cold eyes, an abyss of darkness, her lips twisted, but in what he identificate as his effect on the opposite sex, and Orm knew right away he could touch her face and she would let him, but he didn’t, not because he didn’t want to, but because she had the right to obtain what she came for. His hands switched quickly and the pearls around the medal fell from her head into her neck, until it rested between the choker and the armour. “Congratulations.”

She finally stood up, and Orm had been so close, the threads of her hair waved close to his face on the movement, almost a caress on his nose, she smelled of the deep currents when they pass the lava and the texture of both were meet in the fire and water, of fresh seaweed in the old city, sweet like battle, like duty. He was private, he was against any public touch, yet the King himself drowned in that smelled and wished to take her right there, uncover her curves, learn about her flesh, and listen to the graceful music her sounds would be on the water. He didn’t fantasize, yet he was, flashing question of what she liked, of how she was once nude, if she had another men in her bed, lost in the color of her eyes, in the halo of her hair, in the fierce beauty. Behind her glory class, he also saw the imagination flowing, of him, his lips, his hands, his body.

“I must know your name,” his upper lip, slightly meatier than the lower, moved and caught her gazing. For the Gods, Orm wanted her.

“Y/N, I—” she whispered slowly, fixed on the mouth, but was interrupted by Vulko, carried the King’s trident to him, Orm woke up from the tantalizing moment when the cane was presented.

“It was one of the best battles I've ever seen,” he said, cheerful, letting the heaviness of the trident fall on Orm’s hands.

“Thank you,” she bowed again, and Orm wished she didn’t, not for anybody else, only himself.

“Go present Atlantis your medal, champion,” he sent her away with good intentions. Go feel your glory. To what she nodded, with a last look at her handsome King, heavy lids, heavy heart, then Orm smiled, a malicious manner, corner of his lips rising, no teeth, superior to all.

Y/N circulated in the ocean, the trident shining, the crowd cheering even more with the medal adorning her neck, and Orm was left with his vizier, with his betrothed, and the unspoken understatement, both knew what it meant, and it was enough. She would come back for him, he just had to wait.

That night, desired had won, and Orm didn’t fight against it, closing his lids and thinking of the smell of her hair.

MOUTH

Orm would never forget the first time he laid his lips on hers, Y/N had a tight grip on his golden armour, nails crawling up between the scales to find any piece of skin she could, it was more a press than a kiss, strong for what both wanted to feel for too long, desperated. They were soft, so soft, and so eager for him, there was no space for anything else as he held her head with his both hands, prisioning the hair between his gloves, pulling her closer if possible. But Orm wanted more, always.

His life was made of conquering, of ruling, they were his first extinct. The times in the past when the shivers in his spine passed through when seeing her were nothing compared to the hammering urge to own her. To be owned by her.

Y/N had parted the lips, her tongue advertising between in hunger, licking his mouth, and inviting his own to taste it. Her flavour was of warm waters, of longing, of desire, and pleasure. Of betrayal, of treason, of unloyalty, and guilt. A perfect mixture of everything Orm had been craving for his life. They kissed as two creatures, humming into each other as battling for more, for survival, knowing they didn’t have time to go slow, to take it somewhere. They only had that moment, and it had to be enough. His teeth came for her lips, crashing down on the lower one as his hands pulled her head back, wanting to both have her and destroy her.

I am not an animal, he had said to his vizier. But the lines of desires were blurred, Orm couldn’t recognize himself when his teeth bit into her neck, the flesh gently bending over, the veins pumping blood under his mercy, and she moaned, body pressing on his armour, pushing her into his torso. Orm lost it then. The first sound of her was the same as winning, the thrill of it. He was addicted to that, to devour her. He knew he whispered something into her ear as his hands helped her to strip himself from the armour, from the crown, groaning when her fingers ran on the muscles on his back, unplugging the attire, that fell on water and then the ground. Her purple attire was torn before she could have the chance to undress herself to him, Orm had grabbed the sides and pulled hard, for he couldn’t wait to touch her skin.

The curves were a sight to touch, the rough hands squeezing her being with want, too fast to remember, enough to feel, they filled with her breasts, then her hips, and his mouth joined, kissing and biting the way down. He had her laid on his own bed, the King’s bed. Almost a Queen. He drowned under her, on the edge of the bed, his tongue discovering her real taste as she wished. Orm could stay there forever, watching her swishing her hips harder on his face, the warrior strength forcing him deeper. Her moans were delicious, outraged, feeling his tongue entering, her eyes had searched for him, watching his tongue licking all the way from the crack, to the entrance to the point of pleasure. Orm sucked her intimacy with his opened, and was also able to watch the effect it had on her face, the eyebrows high, the flashing of color on the cheeks, and the pearls adorning their bones, sparkling. His thumbs seeked into her, opening the lower lips for more. He wanted more. He wanted everything.

The orgasm took a time, showing Orm both she had been done this before and she was not shy. Her feet stopped on his back, the jewelry on her ankles scratching his muscles, serving the support to thrust her hips toward him, and she rolled them many times, moaning his name, sucking water, loud and needy. Orm ate her up, helped her to the limit, took her there and admired the beauty in an atlantean’s cry. Her back curling, hands messing the bed and chest expanding His arms held her entirely, thighs, waist, ass, the skin hot, delicious. Y/N grabbed him immediately by the shoulders, eyes blinded by carnal thoughts, and kissed his lips, impulsing herself into his lap. They were sitting the floor then, and she cried again, the suffocating stretch for her King. He was big, thick, pulsing. Clutching into her back as the groan left his throat, she was tight, and wet; different from the sea, dense, heavenly.

No rhythm, no nice and easy pace. Orm groaned on her lips as rode, hands squeezing her back, pulling her hair, eating her moans, and cries like he had been starving. The breasts rubbed on his chests, the nipples hard, the thighs hitting against his own, and tides of water circulating them. At some point, he took control on the moviments, stiffening her body still, thrusting up into her. Y/N had let go then, nails digging behind on his knees, and back curled in the way her breasts followed his control. A hand came for her neck. Orm gave it a light thug to make it noticed, and didn’t know who enjoyed it more. Him, feeling her veins and the shape of it, or her, rolling her eyes and crying for her King.

Beg for me. He managed to let out, between all the mixture of emotions, all the creatures actions. Beg. And before she could, his feet pushed the floor, they ended on the wall, Y/N was turned and her head rested there. Give me the pleasure again, Your Majesty. She said, overwhelmed by him, their legs circulated together and they held on the glass. The sea outside with the purple and pink lights, gardens of seaweeds, corals, and Y/N inside offered herself to him, a tilt of waist. Make me worthy. Orm invaded her again with power, hitting her hips on the glass with a sound overflowing the room. He held her neck, disappearing his face into her hair, smelling the freshness, the sweetness, taking her from behind with the same strength he used to fight with. She accepted, she wanted it, she could take it. Muffed pushes into the wall with their many others noises, the fleshes of both collapsing into each other, easily mistaken as they could become one, and Orm never felt like that before. Fulfilled. Her lips caught him in ways he had never been kissed before, her body engulfed him in ways he had never been touched before; she was a beast of domination, and the track of who was the one in control faded, of course he gave orders and she listened, however how could he be sure she wasn’t exactly doing what she needed to do to make him follow the path she wanted?

They had each other for hours, and hours, Y/N had been bending for him in every position, and Orm had worn himself out in her arms. Their bodies floated around the room, back to his bed, Y/N on her knees and elbows, on the table with holographic lights that reflect on her skin in colorful maps and letters as she once again managed to get on top, terrifyingly holding his neck, laying on water, on the ceiling, soaring on the sides, clapping on the white material. He had come undone four times with her that night, stamina dripping from the pores, dancing between them in the drift, and Y/N wasn’t done, not yet. Laid on his chest, kissed his muscles and let his fingers entry her core, there was nothing left to do, but watch the perfection of how luxury stripped on her face. It was the moment he saw the future of wanting it again, searching for her again. And for the first time in a night of betrayal, Orm didn’t feel guilty. Instead, he felt peace, closed his lids and explored dreamlands.

Many were the nights Orm passed through the guards on the palace and dived into the dark, using the ruins of the Old City to arrive at her home, more times than he would like to admit. His emotions were always the same, every time seemed the first time. Y/N would greet him into her chambers, they would kiss and succumb into each other greatly, like warriors waiting for battles. She would wear purple, blue and even white; some nights the pearls on her face were on top of her cheekbones, highlighting the sea, some nights on the back of her hand, embellished into the dress, some nights her hair was braided from the roots, not letting him touch it, some nights she would wear diademas of precious stones, and gold. And some nights Orm wasn’t a creature, neither was she. Some nights he would trace her features with his finger tips before a kiss, some nights he would talk, of the throne, of Atlantis, of destiny, of her.

She was far more interesting than he could imagine. Her family came from a line of high borns since before the Great Fall, her great grandfather became one of the King’s vizier at his lifetime, but died in the second war, the trident was a gift passing through generations, her descendants were always proud of it, making the tradition of every heir being trained, guided to, when the Crown needed, they would fight by again. Her mother was from Xebel Royalty, what could and would explain when her fingers moved in circles creating bubbles and weak currents, however not always, she was quite unsure of it. Y/N was trained and educated there, coming to Atlantis when her father died, and her mother insisted she finished her training where he finished his own. His last words were be brave, and never ashamed. Before that, the only time she had been to Atlantis was on the celebration, the parade, many years ago when Orm remembered as the first time he saw her, sadness locked on her lips. He enjoyed the opportunity to ask why then, and her words trailed off, confessing she had an older brother, who by right, would be the one trained with the trident, and he was until he decided to swim too close to the surface, and never came back, Orm remembered his mother for a second, and it faded. Y/N was filling his space when the trident were passed to her, at the beginning, never seemed good, her father pushed to much, compared too much, she preferred the spells, preferred learning about the water, plants; after his death was the moment she stopped practicing the gifts from her mother, to honor him, it was her passion now. That night, they didn’t have any intimacy, Orm slept on her chest with her fingers curling his blond hair, most of his armour still on. A feeling easily to get addicted to.

“13,” her voice was quiet, as if telling a secret, the ringing a massage on his ears, he turned his face and felt her soft lips touching his cheek, they formed a smile. The fingers on his rib cage were gently tracing a scar there, the skin was rough unlike the rest of his torso, the muscles flexed in a shiver when only the long nail finished the drawing, obviously she referred to it. “I counted, you have 13.”

Silence.

It had been one of those night, where just lay together was enough, the warmth of somebody else’s body to press against was what he craved. He was nude for what Y/N had took his armour off piece by piece, unplugged his attire from behind and left a trace of kisses his spine. Orm floated on her silky sheets and she sat by the edge, admiring his bare beauty.

“Kiss me,” Orm said, his tone the same husky, grave, intimidating kind he used to give orders to General Murk, on his eyes, there was an abyss of coldness, the blue not transmitting any emotion, however his upper lip curled, asking for hers, and Y/N trailed off to accomplish, wondering if it was the closer her King ever got to ask for something.

She sealed his mouth with a first peck, then a second, and a third when the ends of her hair decided to play along his cheeks, until Orm had with her games, the tip of his tongue coming to line the shape of her bottom lip, calmly entering between the teeth, licking the inside inviting her to follow, and Melissa did, kissed him like promising to break him into pieces.

MIND

The yells came from outside, not perceived exactly what, seemed more of roars of sea beasts, and soon, knocks on the walls, loud thugs happening closer and closer to the entrance, then guns, the shots took always echoed of metal on the end causing everybody in the room alarmed into a group of protection, the guards pointing and waiting for the riot reach them while Murk and Vulko impulsed into a barrier for their King, who, for the sake of his own good, wielded his trident, and floated in a higher level, the black cape hem waving in water, covering the vision of Atlantis behind the huge glass. A final thug when the last guard outside bumped into the ground unconscious and, with the body light, stopped into the water, arms opened.

When she came, which he expected her to, she wasn't the type to be tamed down, her trident came first, the five edges crushing the fiber the door was, her body seen finally, the curves wrapped up in a gray suit, the boots had the famous scales of an armour, in the same of shade of white she cared on the scales of her shoulders, her hair whipped with the strength her arms up her head, the fingers were interlaced holding the weapon on the middle; the usual pearls where forgotten in the bubbles, disconnecting from the skin, her jawline was a rigid line along the lips, showing the ranger of her teeth, and the eyes… Oh, her eyes were revenge, demanding blood, they were never this insane before. Her biceps recoiled with the trident, and from her throat, they all heard her roaring, when in a first succeed try, the prongs breached the fiber isolation.

“Do not let her pass!” Murk shouted, sword ready to be used, but before the guards could follow, the trident entered the hole, twisted into a straight line and pulled back, having both of their heads bumped against the walls by the necks on the cane. The general was about to attack when, the last three remained noticed the same eyes asking for war were red, and bubbles of tears formed in the threads of her calm path to the middle where they were found.

Y/N stared at him, trident ceasing by the side, loose on her palm. She stared at his blond hair free in the water with the crown of a King, at his rosy lips that had no smiles for that specific moment, at the broad shoulders carrying the whole kingdom upon, and at the blue eyes, where she found nothing, no care, no compassion, no pity, no empathy, just a freezing immensity the Seven Seas could envy its depth. His posture was unbreakable, risen up above her, taller, stronger, with no mercy.

Orm saw on her face the confusion going through her ideas of to say, he knew when she was thinking, her lids blinked fast, he saw her sucking of water through the mouth, she was also out of herself. It wouldn’t be easy to invade a royal ship, all the degrees to finally reach him would cause even exhaustion on the most praised soldier, what was impossible in fact for her was just another task. He had to admit though, he expected her to come to him alone, somehow in private, not that way, not in an one atlantean crusade.

Her hand unlocked a plug from her silver belt, throwing it at his feet, the object a red flashing message. It had been sent last night, at her home, right at her by a soldier who didn’t identify as anybody, simply leaving it and going away.

“A year,” she started, voice trembling in both anger, and sadness, minding not at all Vulko or Murk glaring at her. “A full year and can’t my King at least deliver the news himself with me?”

There were seconds of anticipation, and waiting, when Orm spoke, it was in a misery. “I do not wish to see your face no more. Wasn’t I clear?”

“Orm…” she pleaded, intimacy wearing off in her, the old, caring way she’d greet him at her chambers, waiting for talks, waiting for kisses.

“Your Majesty!” she was corrected by Murk, who snarled with the scar on his face twisting in disgust.

Y/N left a single sick laugh, from the redness of her eyes, bubbles kept falling. “Of course, Your Majesty. I demand an explanation.”

“Leave,” Orm commanded, tone higher, mouth opened in anger, the teeth rangering, and his trident touched the ground under his feet in a warning. The shock on her eyes was not mistaken, she was about to pronounce herself again, but he stopped her, “Leave!”

It was her turn to impulse herself up, eyes on the same level as his, separated only by the vizier and the sword pointed at her waist, and her trident gave the same thug on the floor, for now her face were only anger. “I will not!”

Orm swimmed through the barrier of the two in a motion of arms and floated by her front, close enough he could see there were only three pearls left on top of one eyebrow, and only one on the other, the shine of her cheeks, the beauty of her traces which were harsh at glaring back at him, and could almost feel the softness of her lips. He was glad she came this way, it was easier to send her away in front of others.

The edge of his weapon trinkled in the movement of elapsing it to her neck, a real threat.

“It was an order,” his tongue clicked in every word, unforgiving, the voice raw and collected again.

Y/N blinked slowly, looking down at the edges on her trough, not being able to hold the strong posture any longer, when her pupils stared back, defeated, she whispered. “What was I to you?”

Orm didn’t expect it, there was not something he had prepared for before, his lungs had a tighter grip on their own, the water was too thick for the second, and he gulped, not answering.

Everything.

It was the real reason he had to leave, not for the lack of interest, or for what she could possible think of, no. Not at all. By the Gods, Orm didn’t wish for it. But, six nights ago, when he found himself between her arms and legs, gaining her comfort, he longed for what he didn’t know what.

A lie, he did. Orm longed of her eyes every morning, staring back at him on his bed, longed of her voice calling his name in the afternoon, longed of her smell when he was sitting on his throne, longed of her lips, kissing him at nights. He longed for her profoundly, feeling home only into her arms, feeling freedom only when she was close. It was new, the seconds counted to meet her, to lost himself into her, the way his body begged for her in the nights he was away. In that same moment, Orm thought for a minimum amount of time of a life with her, of how could be to have her as his Queen, present her as his, and valued as hers. Fantasized about not only for that, but much more. Showing her the other kingdoms she didn’t know, allowing her study knowledgement  available only for a Queen, swimming the rest of the seas together, helping Atlantis to grow.

The day next to when it happened, Mera and her father had been with him for a mere hour, to discuss matters of Xebel. Her red hair coloring a guilt, a mirror Orm saw his own reflection as his mother. Treason, he repeated at himself. Traitor, he accused himself. Because he was ready to break the deal with the King Nereus, for his own sake, forget the huge plans he had for his people, for their future, he did not wish a betrothed, and he was ready to put his own kingdom at risk for it. Then he knew he had to leave Y/N before doing so, even if in the back of his mind, the vision of his father and mother fighting each other flashed non stop.

What was worst? A loveless marriage or two kingdoms splitting to fail the Rise of Atlantis?

Loveless.

Orm thought he was not able to, he thought it would never come to him, however there were her, the prove. He didn’t know sadness like that until she gave up, trident floating by itself in front of him and left, swimming away. In his chest, a heart he had dedicated only for Atlantis, arching.

His life had never been the same since then, but a Great King would never let life distract him from the duty.

HEART

“Orm,” his mother called, the long hair a whole wave of blond in the very clean room, her voice sweet and delicate. It felt strange in the beginning, it seemed more of a mirage, a memory lost in years, the point between dreams and sleeping where it was blurry to tell the difference, until her hands came in a gentle touch, to hold and hug, it was when the point of real reached higher than dreams and she was there. There. Alive and well.

He was quiet, not for ignorance, but for the animal on the other side of the glass, the small turtle was the first to appear that week, it was the season of year the higher water changed the temperature and fishes were claiming for the warmth, traveling from another part of the sea. It was utterly tiny, and it swang in a circle, legs clapping bubbles, definitely showing off to him for what he was close, the fingertips touched where the turtle was, in an attempt to reach it somehow. A small sound to communicate with him, and it spinned again. There was envy spreading inside his chest when seeing it, floating free beyond those clear walls where he was trapped with only a bed to rest, and a view to mourgue.

“Orm,” she called again, still calmly, noticing what had happened. Months had gone by since the last time he was able to swim in open sea and of course, he would miss it. Her son turned his head, ears in her direction, but not the eyes, still locked with the friendly turtle, one of the only companion he had in days.

Of course,  Atlanna would come almost everyday to see him, informing when she would be gone for more than two days, she didn’t say the reason, yet it was obvious it had to do with the human on the surface. Mera came twice only, said very little, for what her eyes had a sense of shyness when seeing his state, then she had come to say sorry, and was asked to never come again, pity was not something he wanted to hear. Vulko came after a long time, both not having any words for each other, it was out of consideration for before, when he was young and knew better. Arthur never came.

“Yes, mother?” Orm profered, quietly. Hand falling at his side, and feet switched in, slow, almost not moving, small inches above the floor. The boots he wore were black, a special shade reflecting the coral lights, and on the ends by his calves, a detail in blue contrasting with the white suit adorning his body, no hardness of armour, no jewelry on the shoulders, the ordinary kind, the ones that, when the light hit right, sprinkled baby blue on the scales texture.

“I took liberty to go into your bedroom,” she started, cautiously, making him turn complete at her over his shoulders, the once rough features of his face were nothing more than plain now, emotionless like the last months had dragged the life out of them, they were still ever so breathtaking, just lacking even the slight feeling to prove he was not dead inside.

As a mother, she wanted to find something, could be anger, could be pain, could be failure, anything she could use to help him heal, would be easier to know what Orm was thinking and feeling when she wanted to talk, but he was a barrier, one of the strongest, like the bridge outside Atlantis, surviving decades with no moving, in the ruins of once a empire. She had heard stories of Orm as a King, not about the war against the surface, the other ones, how he helped the technological advance in their soldiers, the study of the new plants presented in the capital, and news philosophies for their culture, the people had an enormous respect for him, an intimate relationship for what he was always watching his kingdom close. His ideas of change, of growth was supported by them all, Atlantis joined him in the attack on the Brine without second thoughts, and there were the whispers around.

King Orm. King Orm. The real King Orm. He still had support, for what Arthur had the Atlan’s trident, however was oblivious in a degree to Atlantis, to the people, and the costumes, for what Orm had grown up in those waters, under the kingdom’s eyes, won championships with them as a crowd, built new places, expanded the homes and knowledges, and gave a hope of saving their children, once for all. She wondered if Orm knew he was forgiven, not by the Fishermen, but by Atlantis and Xebel, and by his brother. Wondered if he knew the agitations presented in the few last weeks outside his cell was not just guards yelling at each other by another prisoner’s fault, it was in fact a failed attempt of freeing him.

Little they knew, Orm didn’t wish to be rescued, at least that Atlanna knew, because when she brought him some spare suits and some holograms to read through, he dismissed, saying he was just like any other in those prisoners cells, then shouldn’t be treated specially. The only favor he accepted was the window to the depth of the sea, to remember, to still have the contact with the land he was trying to protect. And to remember, that part of him who failed, lost his throne, hundreds of soldiers, his betrothed, and his glory.

“Mother, I told you I do not want special treatment,” he said, the last bit of hoping of making her understand, he wasn’t rude, however definitely bold.  

“I found the trident, Orm,” Atlanna stood from the bed, body hovering up in the middle of the room, the crown on her head rather small than he remanded from his young years, when she would play with him, and put it on his head, promising he would be great. From the way she spoke, she knew somehow, though Vulko, the only one present in that room who didn’t die or vanished, Murk was gone, never came back from the surface, and he didn’t tell.

Actually, it was a part of the beginning of his reign, Orm kept locked deep inside the back of his mind to never remember again, a hard task he had fulfilled like any other until months ago. It began with a struggle, when his hand closed around the trident left behind, the silence of the room sucked him into an abyss of despair, there was no need to excuse himself, Orm left right away, feeling the bubbles of her impulses breaking on his cheeks for she had been in the same path not long ago, but he went straight to the palace, two tridents and only one heir; he knocked her weapon down under his attires, under the studies on the tables, where no one could see, cracked the wall and hid there, the only vestige of its existence was a scratch on the material being taken off and placed back again. It hunted him like a spirit in nights, when his body arched for her, painfully, and he still felt the taste of her mouth on his, nightmares invaded his sleep, the weapon shaking the cabinet, shining through, it would break it at some point, align on his neck and take his life, Orm always woke almost drowning. He had missed her in the morning, for when he had opened his eyes for her smile, the curve of her lips an enchantment of their own, he had missed her in the afternoons, her voice of talks, of stories about her life, of Xebel, of her mother and father, and gone brother, how many details she could give when describing what she thought Atlantis could improve. He had missed her, completely, even losing in rare occasion the control of himself, opening the crack on the wall and staring at her trident. He doubted it was capable of calling her into the Seven Seas, calling her back home. He never tried, pulling the wall back into place and scolded himself to never even think of doing it.

And love didn’t fade like that, he grieved her for her death to him, and suffered quiet when he saw pearls, when he saw purple. Tried twice harder, and harder to forget her, focusing on his kingdom that was worth the sacrifice, for only years later, he was able to push her back into the darkness his brain made just for her to dwell, a coffin of black arabesques and red scales, her name adorned on the visior. Yet, Orm, with an extend acquaintance in atlantean behavior, should had know that kind of happiness simply wouldn’t be replaced like that, didn’t matter how much he succeed in his duties, that kind of happiness not even Atlantis could bring back.

The irony was the sacrifice he offered to the Gods passed by as nothing, for there he was with nothing left on his palms. Nothing.

Atlanna saw what that did to her son, saw the eyebrows falling, the lower lip curling, the pupils longing into the ground, and an awful sigh leaving his mouth. What did on his body, sinking into the floor with heaviness, the broad shoulders falling in an inferior posture. The first feeling coming from him. It was sorrow.

“Please, mother,” he begged, trembling. “Leave.”

She didn’t, instead went for him, staring at the ghost of a warrior who had no strength, she smiled in grace, empathy, denying with her head. “The writtens on it allowed me to find its owner. She is back in Atlantis, my son.”

Orm widened his eyes, heart skipping a beat with the revelation. “No, please, mother…”

“Yes,” Atlanna nodded then, careful with the words, whispering into his cheeks, the same ones her hands came to hold, to not let him shatter across that depressing cell. “Do you wish to see her?”

The mere thought of her in front of him, seeing his state, what he came was a shame of its own. Gods, the things she must heard of him already, the fallen, miserable thing he had become, locked away in a prison, no crown, the humiliation it brought to Orm was a reason to never leave there again.

He finally broke, shattered around, his blue eyes red of insanity, pushing his own mother’s arms away, impulsing himself into the ceiling, where his back hit with a loud thug, the roar leaving his throat was enough for the whole building to hear, if not, outside too. No! He impulsed to the glass then, hitting with his left shoulder in a chance to escape that room, go to the Trench himself and be gone, there was no way to bear the emptiness the news created inside. Orm wanted to disappear.

Atlanna yelled in his behalf, trying to get him, calm him down when he tried to divide the glass again, shouting with all his being. The guards outside were moving already, to contain him. Orm didn’t care, he kept trying, again, and again. Until he stopped all of the sudden, his senses captured the attack seconds before, and his body shifted to dodge it. It was no plasma, no shot, just five curved edges piercing the glass. He was definitely drowning when his neck betrayed his commands and followed from where it came from.

As the sun that long ago shined through Atlantis, Y/N was found by the entrance of his cell, hovering like a goddess ascending, if years had any affect on her beautiful traces, the only difference able to be shown would be her hair, longer than before, a big halo around the face, her own crown of braids dancing between the threads. The attire was purple, scales trickling green and blue, defining the curves of a body he knew like the lines on the palm of his hand in the past. Her wrists contained silver bracelets, a match to the silver boots up high on her thighs, where the ends branched gills. And, as the memories, on top of her high eyebrows there were the pearls, the biggest one between them, and the smallests following the shapes, her pupils under the thick lashes were harsh, the same superior posture she had when she was gifting in his birthday, the lips in burgundy color. She didn’t seem happier, neither sad. Neutral.

Orm was speechless, stuck. Emotions he had buried deep down forcing their way up against the barrier he built to protect himself, the water in his lungs missed the automatic suck and felt like he wasn’t breathing at all, he was drowning in everything she was and represented. How lower he had to reach to be enough?

“Orm,” she called his name as a firm song from the Fishermen, tenting to a side, speeding to enter the cell and hovering by this presence. It was a clue for every guard and Atlanna withdraw for privacy. He still couldn’t believe she was in his front, judging his defeat as the rest of his people was, the  disgrace he had fallen into, the strongest burden any could carry.

He retracted without noticing, to the corner, head low, his voice tried to get out, ask her if she had any pity left for him, she would leave. Melancholy, his legs curled, and he knelt on the floor, cheek resting on the surface, not capable of looking into her direction. Her shadow engulfed his being demonstrating she was not leaving, her soft hands came soon later, to his face, the palms pulling gently his cheek back. When Orm felt the scales of her attire on his face, realised it was true, relived the nights and nights her chambers were an escape, and before he knew, his eyes closed in a sob, his hands implored around her, grasped her hips, clutching closer, supporting his weight on her stomach, where he ultimately cried, tears mixing in the ocean.

Y/N hugged his head, caring, letting him lament all his lost, to assume him that, in the end, there was still hope.

#orm marius x reader #king orm x reader #orm marius #king orm #orm marius imagine #aquaman #dc #dceu #gabs writing #finally

[dc-plus-marvel]

Can I requests headcanons for being Arthur Curry's twin sister?

sure thing!!! i kinda got carried away with this lol   -mod soph

Twin

you were Arthur Curry’s younger twin sister

at first glance, that statement might seem normal

but add in the fact that Arthur Curry is Aquaman and currently deemed the true king of the lost kingdom called Atlantis

so yeah that complicates things a little bit 

when you were little it wasn’t a big deal

it’s every kid’s dream to talk to fish

but it also sucked that you didn’t have a mom 

and the fact that you and your brother were convinced that you two were the reasoning behind your mother’s demise

and that you had to watch your father slowly lose hope over the years of his true love ever returning to him

there were some perks though

you and your family were super close

especially now that your mom is back in the picture

that just means more family bonding to make up for all the years lost

don’t worry Orm comes along too

you’ve always wanted a little brother

you just never expected to watch him try to kill your twin and destroy your home with tsunamis

but you’re chill now 

you’re very involved in his rehabilitation process 

almost as much as your mom and Arthur

you would watch movies with him and introduce him to surface culture

you just showed him Aquamarine 

he said it was stupid but you know he enjoyed watching it with you 

talking about your other brother, Arthur, whenever he wasn’t busy you would swim together and take down baddies together

there’s no better team than twins right??

you two would also go to his favorite bar sometimes after his meetings with the council 

you would drink him under the table and destroy him at 8-ball pool and darts

you two were closer than ever

ANOTHER PERK is that you could talk to sea animals

your communication with marine life wasn’t as strong as Arthur’s cause he has that special fork or whatever it is 

but it’s fine because all the sea animals love you 

literally, ask any single one 

to save anyone time the answer is that they adore you

…even more than Arthur

you believe it’s because you’re one of few Atlanteans fighting for their rights

marine life deserve to live happy lives free of Atlantean interference

Arthur completely backs you up on this 

that is why you’re currently tag teaming so it can be passed in the Atlantean Senate

pretty cool right?

the answer is very cool. 

now let’s move along to our next perk

you also get all the advantages of being Atlantian royalty 

you get your own special fork 

not that it enhances your abilities and makes you ruler of a hidden underwater kingdom but it’s still pretty cool

you could like roast marshmallows with it or something

what do you do with those things besides stab people??? and play sword fight ???

isn’t that what knives and swords are for??? 

you think your trident looks pretty cool 

moving on from the gigantic utensil 

you also get to live in the castle

which took some adjusting at first

because apparently underwater beds aren’t like water beds 

you’re going to fix that as Princess 

oh yeah being Princess you get a say in Atlantean politics and policies without all the fuss that comes with being King

only your older brother had to deal with the annoying council and meetings and lawmaking 

while you could swim through the ruins on the sea floor or chat with some whales or literally anything

you were living your best life

ariel from the little mermaid would be jealous 

but there are some downsides

like being a “half-breed”

Atlantis is still full of people who view you as less than them

or a villain working in cohorts with surface dwellers to destroy the ocean

when in reality its far from that

you partnered up with Bruce Wayne to create a rehabilitation center/aquarium

where wild animals can recover from injuries and eventually be released

its also a place for animals who can’t be released back into the wild where they can stay and live a long, happy life

this center allows people of all ages to be introduced to different species of marine life and understand the importance of the ocean

and yet they continued to call you an ocean killer 

it doesn’t matter though 

you know what you’re doing is right 

and you will continue to better the lives of both sea life and human life 

cause that’s just who you are

#aquaman #aquaman x reader #aquaman x you #Aquaman headcanon #aquaman hc #aquaman imagine #aquaman drabble #Arthur Curry #arthur curry x reader #arthur curry x you #arthur curry headcanon #arthur curry hc #arthur curry imagine #arthur curry drabble #mod soph #soph does stuff #soph writes #soph answers stuff

[chalantness]

fic: You’re Every Part of Me

Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~3100 Characters: Arthur/Mera Summary: His smile softens, concern touching the edges once more as he lifts a hand to cup her cheek. “Still feeling nauseous?”

“No. I’m alright now.” She leans into his touch, turning to brush a kiss to his palm and murmur against his skin, “But a bath sounds perfect.”

For: an anon

A/N: I ended up with something that feels tonally different from the original prompt, but I hope you still like it, anon! I loved getting to write something so domestic and tender between them.

Read On: [ ao3 ]

Having lived her entire life under water, it’s easy to forget that, once upon a time, their bodies had been made for the surface—for fresh air, and the gentle press of gravity weighing her down. She adapted to the change in her balance and momentum of her first steps as simply as the first time she’d ever breathed air, and with that, it was easy to forget that her body wasn’t actually accustomed to being on land. Easy to forget that there were more fatiguing effects the surface might have on her other than a little nausea.

She’s barely two steps into their hotel room before she feels herself sway, her vision blurring as she blindly braces a hand outward against the wall to steady herself.

“Whoa, hey,” Arthur murmurs behind her, his large hands sliding over her waist to grip her with a gentle squeeze, and she lets her body melt against his as he pulls her back against his chest. His lips brush her temple as she closes her eyes and swallows, trying to will the ground to stop spinning from under her feet. “Talk to me,” he says, his plea gruff and gentle all at once as one of his hands sweep over her, pressing against her forehead to gauge her temperature, then dropping to her injured shoulder to trace the wound she received in their tangle with the strange creatures that Arthur’s surface friends antagonized. Whatever they were, they’d been capable of puncturing Atlantean skin.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles, turning to press her forehead against the curve of his neck. “Just a little light-headed.”

His chest rumbles in a low chuckle. “Yeah, this is probably the longest you’ve ever had to breathe such poisoned air,” he says, voice light with his teasing, though she knows that if she opens her eyes, she’d find his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes flickering in concern.

That’s the thing about Arthur that she’s come to adore just as much as she admires—his every emotion swim in those mesmerizing eyes of his, his every expression bright and clear on his face. Try as he might, he’s a terribly open book. He may be able to play things off to an extent when need be, but he prefers not to. And as someone who learned at an early age to wield her composure and her charm in calculated measures, it’s… refreshing. To not have to guess. To not have to be wary of his intentions. Some may criticize him for being too passionate, too governed by his emotion, but it’s exactly what makes him a great king. The people of Atlantis have come to love it about him, and so has she.

“And the gravity,” she reminds as his arms wrap around her, warm and sturdy, and she hums softly as she tips her head back against his shoulder. “It’s different up here.”

His body shakes in a quiet laugh. “Need me to carry you?”

A smile tugs at her lips as she exhales a laugh of her own. “Don’t tempt me, my king.”

The title draws the playful groan of exasperation she’d intended it to, making her smile widen, and then she lets out a soft yelp of surprise when, in one swift motion, he has his arms tucked under her to sweep her up with ease. Her arms wrap around his neck on instinct to steady herself, and she finds her face only inches away from his, that endearing and mischievous grin on his face as he arches an eyebrow at her. “Leave it to my queen to be sassy with me even when she looks like she’s about to puke her guts,” he laughs.

She wrinkles her nose at his words. “Eloquently put,” she remarks. And, simply to poke more fun, she adds, “and technically, I’m not a queen. Not yet.”

He tips his head as he makes a noise of agreement, walking them across their suite and into the large bathroom, and he sets her atop the granite countertop before flicking on the light. She flinches at its sudden brightness, though nothing compares to the brightness of the smile on Arthur’s face as he gazes at her.

“True. I haven’t even proposed to you yet.”

The thought makes her chuckle. “You don’t need to. I was betrothed to the king of Atlantis, and with Orm gone, that alliance now falls to you.”

He pauses to glower at her, just as he always does when he brings up his brother, especially in relation to her. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that,” he grumbles as he turns away from her, leaning over the tub to twist the water on. Over his shoulder, he adds, “and that doesn’t count.”

This makes her pause. “Our marriage won’t count?” she asks, not hurt, but confused nonetheless.

“Not what I was talking about.” She can hear the amusement in his voice as he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly to the floor, then reaches over his shoulder to grab his shirt in his fist, tugging it off and over his head.

And, not for the first time, she finds herself drawn to the intricate designs inked into his skin, stretching and coiling around the broad expanse of his back. The patterns are both jagged yet fluid, reminding her of scales and also of armor as they wrap around the dips of his muscles, as if they’d grown to become part of him.

Then he turns to walk back to her, oblivious to her staring, or maybe simply used to it by now. She finds herself pausing to watch him quite often, for one reason or another—admiring his easy charisma with the people of Atlantis, or surprised by the quiet but firm way he commands his royal court, or simply because she wants to. Because, despite what she’d told Arthur before about duty versus want, she’s discovered that she can balance both with him. With Orm, their personal relationship had been overshadowed by the politics and agendas of their alliance, manipulated by her dedication to her people. But with Arthur, their betrothal had been severed from all of those complicated strings.

Her love of her duty had grown because of her love for Arthur, and with that, her life carried a kind of warmth and lightness that hadn’t been there before.

A warmth that flutters in her chest in this very moment as Arthur slips under the edge of her shirt, finding the smooth, soft skin of her stomach and splaying his fingers over it. She shivers lightly, leaning into his touch.

“I’m talking about the proposal part,” he says, finally answering her question as his hands start pushing her shirt up her torso, exposing her skin. “You deserve a real one.”

“Stop trying to distract me,” she interrupts with a playful shove at his chest. “I’m too tired to have sex with you right now.”

A laugh bursts from him, echoing in the small space of the bathroom, and perhaps part of her would’ve had the sense to be offended if not for the pure delight and amusement in his eyes as he tugs her shirt up higher. She complies, lifting her arms so he can pull it off, and he drops it to the floor. “And you think I’m not? I was out there getting my ass handed to me just like everyone else until you and Diana finally came in with the save.” Eyes twinkling, his smile grows a little wider as he adds, “I’m not an animal, you know.”

She rolls her eyes, her lips twitching as she tries in vain to fight off a smile of her own. “I seem to remember you boasting the contrary to your friends the other night.”

He grins, unapologetic. “Yeah, well, right now I just want a warm soak. Maybe that’ll help take the edge off.” His smile softens, concern touching the edges once more as he lifts a hand to cup her cheek. “Still feeling nauseous?”

“No. I’m alright now.” She leans into his touch, turning to brush a kiss to his palm and murmur against his skin, “But a bath sounds perfect.”

“Atta girl,” he says, tapping her hip, and she complies as she slides off of the counter and onto her feet. She lets him strip away the clothes that Diana had leant her, then he rids himself of his jeans, steps out of his shoes and then turns to twist the faucet off. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub and onto the tiles as he settles in, but the tub must be deeper and wider than it looks, because he settles comfortably inside. Then he holds his hand out and she grasps onto him for balance as she climbs in after him, tingles quickly spreading over her skin as she sinks into the steaming hot water, and the relief it has on her muscles is almost instant as she settles across from him with a soft sigh.

“This ritual of yours is almost worth the trouble it takes to be on land,” she says as she lets herself sink all the way in, until the water just barely touches her chin.

Arthur chuckles, his hand curving under her calf in the water to lift her leg, and then he takes her foot in both hands, gently but firmly pressing his thumbs into her sole and drawing a soft moan of content from her lips. His eyes twinkle. “Don’t forget about this ritual.”

She hums, eyelashes fluttering as he massages away the ache in her foot that she hadn’t realized was there. “Oh, I certainly hadn’t.”

He chuckles again, then lets the sound fade into the comfortable quiet of the air between them. She leans her head back against the edge of the tub, her eyelashes fluttering but not quite closing completely as she holds Arthur’s gaze, his fingers working over the bottom of her foot in gentle presses before sliding higher, kneading at the tension in her calves, then higher up her thigh. She makes a noise from the back of her throat, earning a twitch of his lips, and then he sets her leg down and starts again with her other foot.

“See?” he says after a few quiet moments, kneading at the side of her thigh, working over a tender spot with the pad of his thumb. “It’s not so bad up here on land.”

“It has its charms,” she admits, lifting her hand out of the steaming water to runs her fingertips over the edge of the tub. “You know, I don’t hate the surface.” She says it simply, not trying to be defensive, and he nods like he understands.

“I know.” His lips twitch at the edges, tugging in a grin. “But don’t think I forgot how vocal you’ve been about not liking it, either.”

She laughs softly as she pulls her leg back, moving forward onto her knees to bring herself closer to him. He taps her hip gently and she complies, turning herself as gracefully as she can in the small space, settling between his legs with her back to him. He reaches for a bottle perched on the edge of the tub, uncaps it to squirt a dollop of liquid in his palm, and then his hands are in her hair, fingers gently massaging at her scalp as he lathers her in suds. She hums, leaning back into his touch. She remembers the first time he’d done this to her, in his small bathroom in his childhood home by the lighthouse—how small and simple the gesture was, yet it had been one of the most intimate things she ever felt. His affection is always so open and impulsive, almost absent, like he’s touched her this way their entire lives, and it’s entirely unlike any affection she’d ever received.

But where she expects there to be hesitance on her part in receiving it, there isn’t. She’d adapted to it as easily as she’d breathed air, and she finds herself craving it more and more each day.

He takes his time rinsing the soap from her hair, then grabs a different bottle, making her gasp slightly as he squirts the cold liquid directly onto her skin this time. His hands are warm and calloused as he starts rubbing it over her skin, working more of the tension from her muscles as he washes her.

“You know,” she says, turning her head to peer at him over her shoulder, “you never did explain what you meant by giving me a proper proposal.”

A smile tugs at his lips, his eyes warm and bright. “Well, for starters, an arranged marriage doesn’t count as a proposal. Not up here in on land, anyway.”

She gives him a playful look. “I think the arranged marriage is more of a royal thing than an Atlantean thing.” Turning her head forward again, she leans away slightly, giving him better access as his hands work lower down her spine to the small of her back. “There are actually quite a few similarities between human and Atlantean culture that survived despite how different we’ve always been, even before Atlantis sank to the bottom of the ocean. You just happen to have met me first, and I’m not exactly normal.”

“Lucky for me,” he says with a laugh, his arms suddenly wrapping around her waist from behind and pulling her back against his chest, spilling water over the edge of the tub with the sudden motion. He kisses her temple and then buries his face in her wet hair, making her smile. “Any normal girl wouldn’t have put up with me for this long.”

His words, simple as they are, make her feel tingly and light. “I was doing my duty, which unfortunately now includes you,” she teases. His chest vibrates against her back in a low, rumbling laugh, and she tips her head to the side to look at him, smiling.

His amused expression softens at the edges, turning contemplative. “I would’ve been tempted to do something big and flashy, just to embarrass you in public,” he tells her with a breathy sort of laugh. “But you would want something simple and quiet. Just the two of us, like this, so you know that it’s from me and not from some king.”

“You are a king, Arthur,” she points out, running her fingers along the scruff of hair along his jaw. It’s not as smooth and soft as it is under water, but she finds that she likes the texture of it against her skin. “But that doesn’t make anything you do less sincere.” She gazes into his light eyes, finding them open and eager. “In fact, you are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. And if you wanted to make some royal declaration of our betrothal, I would still believe it came from your heart. Though don’t get any bright ideas,” she adds when his lips twitch at the corners, his eyes practically gleaming in mischief. “I will not be made a spectacle for your amusement, even if you are my king.”

He feigns a noise of disappointment. “You’re no fun.”

She rolls her eyes, smiling as she tangles her fingers in his long hair. “Simple and quiet sounds quite lovely, actually,” she admits, voice softer now. In Atlantis, despite being betrothed, there are days where she barely sees him. They get pulled in so many directions, and she finds herself wanting nothing but to be shut away in their bedroom, just the two of them enjoying each other’s company as they are right now. It had felt selfish at first for her to want something like that, but she doesn’t see it that way anymore.

“Yeah,” he agrees, brushing another kiss to her temple. “It does.”

They lapse into another comfortable quiet as he continues washing her, and then she turns around in his arms to return the favor, laughing softly when he starts to pepper her neck and her face with kisses, attempting to distract her as she works the soap over his skin.

Eventually he stands, pulling her up with him, and wraps her in a soft towel before she steps out of the tub. Her every muscle feels tired, though not in the aching way it had before they’d gotten into the bath, so she doesn’t protest when Arthur decides that he wants to dry her off himself. He gently wrings the water from her hair, moving the towel in soft strokes over her skin, and then he leads her back into the room, pulls one of his large shirts over her head and draws the covers on the bed back for her to climb into.

Her eyes are practically closed when he climbs in beside her, and she feels him draw her body close, starting to work a brush through her hair in gentle strokes. The steady, repetitive motion nearly lulls her to sleep, then loosely twists her hair into a braid over her shoulder.

He nudges her shoulder, guiding her to lay down, but she shakes her head as she turns to face him, holding her hand out. He chuckles as he places the brush in her palm before turning to let her brush his hair, too, her fingers gently massaging at his scalp as she works the tangles out of his wild locks.

When he speaks again, his voice is low and gravelly, and the touch of—not hesitance, but something almost similar, makes her pause when he says her name.

He pauses, long enough for her to set the brush down and grasp his chin, gently turning his face toward hers. “Arthur?” she prompts softly.

Meeting her gaze seems to give him the reassurance he needs, because his smile is warm and bright and so very hopeful that it makes her smile, too, even before he says the words, “Will you marry me?”

She holds his gaze, her stomach fluttering. She takes his face with both of her hands and presses her lips to his, gentle but firm, making a soft noise from the back of her throat as his hand cups the back of her head and draws her closer, kissing her just a little bit harder. “Yes,” she breathes against his lips, kissing him again, and again.

He chuckles lowly, arm wrapping around her, and she feels him tip her gently back against the bed as his body comes over hers, large and warm, drowning out the rest of the world until it’s just him and her and their simple, quiet moment.

#aquamera #arthur x mera #arthur curry #mera #aquaman #chanty writes #anon

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Aquaman Easter Eggs And Comic Book References

I’ve seen Aquaman a few times over the last couple of weeks, and I finally got around to sitting down and typing up my list of Easter eggs. It’s unlikely I caught everything, but you know, it’s always fun to try.

There are spoilers in the list for the movie since plenty of the plot points where Easter eggs occur are major moments in the movie. By this point, you know the drill. I kept mainly to comic book references, but there’s the odd pop culture one in here as well.

Obviously, there are other pop culture references as well. Everything from The Karate Kid to Pinocchio seems to get a shout out. The more general pop culture knowledge isn’t going to be here. I also didn’t list every single character who comes from the comics unless I thought there was something specific about their appearance that deserved a nod.

DC Logo

Because Warner Brothers produces all of the DC Comic movies, the DC logo appears following the Warner Brothers one, usually. This time around, the logo doesn’t just flash in its cute CGI glory. Instead, it appears as though it’s underwater.

The Opening Sounds

In addition to the DC Logo being submerged, there’s also the sound of a sonar ping and a humming that you wouldn’t really notice as anything important. Turns out, it matches the sounds made by the trident at the end of the movie. (I only noticed this on a second viewing.)

Jules Verne

Arthur’s narration that opens the movie gives a nod to genre writer Jules Verne as he quotes the author. The hidden sea also provides a nod to Verne’s classic Journey To The Center of the Earth (though it is also a comic book locale from a recent story where Mera and Arthur discovered Atlanna was alive and leading an island full of exiled Atlantean descendants).

Amnesty Bay

This is the comic book location where Arthur Curry makes his home on land. The whole Tom Curry as his dad, owning the lighthouse, etc, is out of one of the newer comic book origin stories. The difference is that in the comics, when Arthur is an adult, his father is dead. It’s nice that the movie kept Tom alive. (In modern comics, as in, last year, Mera even lives in Amnesty Bay while she’s recovering from injuries.)

1985

I don’t know why this year in particular struck me, but I thought Atlanna ending up in Amnesty Bay that year had to be significant. After all, Jason Momoa was born in 1979, so it’s probably not a result of trying to get his age lined up with Aquaman. Here are a few things that happened in 1985: Gal Gadot (Wonder Woman) was born and the Crisis on Infinite Earths event debuted. The latter seems more likely of an Easter egg nod, but we may never know.

The TV Show

The show playing on Tom Curry’s television when he brings Atlanna back to the lighthouse? That would be Stingray, a show that used puppets as underwater heroes. The group had their own submarine and a princess from an underwater kingdom. The show originally aired in the 60s, the same decade the Aquaman comic book series was originally published.

Dunwich Horror

The book under the snowglobe on the coffee table is by H.P. Lovecraft. It’s a collection of short stories, one of which is the title story. In it, a son is born of two different species, much like Arthur.

Atlanna’s Crafty

She’s got a box on the table at the lighthouse, yes? You’ll notice that its design is very similar to the motherbox. Perhaps she spent a great deal of time guarding it. That might be why we get Mera saying (in Justice League) that Arthur needed to retrieve it, since Atlanna would have been responsible for it. As a bonus, we also get Mera mentioning the events of Justice League to Arthur later in the movie.

Manta

Black Manta is (perhaps obviously) a comic book villain. His origin gets a bit of a tweak here, and I like the joke for just why ends up with the giant helmet. (And the nod to Jaws there with “I”m gonna need a bigger…” you get it.) What’s great is that before he actually declares himself Black Manta is all the nods to his ocean inspiration. You’ve got the experimental craft that’s shaped like a manta ray, you’ve got the engraved manta on the knife, and you’ve got his family backstory as well. (Fun fact: Michael Beech, who plays his dad, was originally cast to voice Black Manta for an animated series, but rights issues meant the name of the character had to be changed.)

Lifting The Sub

That shot of Aquaman lifting the submarine is straight out of the comics. A lot of the big money shots in the movie are, like Aquaman holding the trident in front of his face when he activates its power. The team did a good job at nailing the comic book aesthetic.

Languages

Probably not an Easter egg, but I find it interesting that Aquaman appears to pick up on other languages pretty well, just like the Amazons. It feels like a nod to the fact that Atlanteans and Amazons have been around for centuries and have lived hidden from humans, but have still learned a thing or two about them.

GBS

The news station that pops up is the Galaxy Broadcasting System. It’s part of Galaxy Communications, part of a multimedia company from the comics. It’s kind of like Supergirl’s CatCo.

Dr. Stephen Shin

Okay, I know he kind of seems ridiculous and cartoonish in the movie compared to a lot of the other characters, but… he’s pretty on par with the comic book character. The character actually knows Aquaman in the comics. Arthur even comes to him for help once in a while, but Shin ends up disgraced because of his involvement with Aquaman, and Arthur won’t even let him prove that some of his research is accurate. So, yeah, I could see him going the supervillain route.

Annabelle

When Mera and Arthur pay a visit to Vulko, there’s a doll on the ocean floor outside the sunken ship (BTW, is that a sunken galleon, as in the name bar Arthur and his dad frequent?). It looks just like Annabelle. It makes sense that we’d see some horror nods since that’s James Wan’s wheelhouse.

Nereus

Mera’s father is a comic book character, just like every main character in the movie, but his comic book backstory is very different than what you see in the movie. For one thing, he wasn’t her father. Instead, Nereus was a military general for the Xebel people. He was also Mera’s betrothed before she left Xebel behind on a mission to kill the King of Atlantis (yeah, her comic book backstory is a little different too). It’s an interesting twist on his character, though Nereus is very jealous of Atlantis and pushes for war a time or two, so he’s not that far off.

Atlantean “Tribes”

Some of the different groups of Atlanteans are rooted in the comics. Mera and Nereus lead the Xebels, for example. In the comics, Xebel is an extradimensional pocket for Atlantean separatists were sent long ago. It was basically a prison, but the people evolved and adapted. The royals learned magic that allowed them to control water, hence Mera’s abilities. Those in the Trench? They were a species of sea animals that lived in a literal trench in the comics that were dying out. Mera and Arthur ended up trapping them to prevent them from trying to eat humans.

Ocean Master

The name Orm spouts as the leader of all of the Atlantean tribes is Ocean Master. That term is also his supervillain name in the comics. It’s a cute way to change it up for the DCEU.

Man of Steel Reference

Okay, I frequently forget that Man of Steel technically started this cinematic universe, but when Orm takes Arthur to task for the way the surface world poisons the oceans, we get a nod to it to remind us. One of the images used is a collapsing oil platform. It’s the same one that fans theorized Aquaman saved Superman from by sending whales in to help him during Man of Steel.

Octopus On Drums

In the 1960s, back when Aquaman first got his solo series, he had a slew of sidekicks, both animal and Atlantean. One was an Octopus named Topo. I like to think this Octopus was a nod to Topo, but also, a nod to The Little Mermaid, because, come on. We all notice Mera’s fondness for ship wrecks, her red hair, and her not staying underwater like everyone wants her to, right?

Leigh Wannell

This guy appears in a cameo role as the cargo plane pilot. He’s a close friend of director James Wan. Like Wan, he’s a big horror guy. In fact, he’s an actor, director, writer, and producer for the Saw and Insidious franchises.

Africa

The sequence that sees Mera and Arthur rising from the water with the Africa remic playing in the background? That’s intentionally shot as an homage to the Fast and Furious franchise, according to James Wan. I mean, sure. I guess if you got to play in that world, and one of your stars became a DC superhero, and then you got to direct a DC movie, why wouldn’t you want to come full circle there?

The True King

Arthur becomes the True King when he gets the trident and comes back to battle Orm for the throne. Before that though, he has to find the trident with the help of the “true king” in Italy. That turns out to be Romulus. It’s a nice parallel since Romulus becomes the first true king of Rome when he defeats his brother Remus.

Murk

Played by (Power Rangers Black Ranger) Ludi Lin, Murk is one of Orm’s inner circle, and high ranking in the guard in the movie. In the comics, he’s also high ranking in security when Arthur is King. He looks a little different in the comics. He looks more like a big gladiator than Ludi Lin. He also has a harpoon for one of his arms. When he fights Mera in Italy though, she gets one very deep slash to his arm, so maybe we’ll see that come to fruition in the future.

Khal Drogo’s Kelp

The scene where Arthur wakes up on a boat after his fight in Italy? His injuries are wrapped with kelp in a very specific way. Game of Thrones fans will see that as a nice nod to Khal Drogo, the role that really put him on the genre map.

The Trident And King Atlan

There’s a whole thing in the comics with the “Dead King” coming back and trying to get control of his kingdom, wanting to use the world. There’s also his scepter in the comics, which does a lot of what his trident does in the movie. Atlan’s clothing, and the ceremonial armor Arthur ends up in, are also a nod to Aquaman’s gear in the comics.

The Karathen

The comics label this sea monster as the Karaqan, but it sounded like it was pronounced differently by the actors, so choose your spelling. The sea monster looks exactly like it does in the comics. The effects guys did a great job. More than that though, they gave it a better story. In the comics, the animal went a little crazy and Arthur ended up having to kill it because he couldn’t communicate with it. I prefer the movie version where he’s the only one who can communicate with it. Bonus: the giant sea monster is voiced by the classic Julie Andrews. She actually didn’t cameo in Mary Poppins Returns (which opened in theaters the same month!) because she chose to do this voice role instead.

Aquaman Rides A Seahorse

The Superfriends TV series had a lot of silly moments for Aquaman. One of those things was him riding a seahorse into the thick of battle. It’s one of the things that has made a lot of people make fun of the character over the years, but now, it’s also iconic. The movie gets to put its own (much more badass) spin on that idea as Arthur grabs a seahorse to meet his brother in the climactic battle.

Coast City

This DC comics locale gets a nod in the post credits scene. It’s one of the locations where Dr. Shin has a newspaper clipping from. Coast City is home to Hal Jordan and Carol Ferris of the Green Lantern comics.

That’s all I’ve got for this one! Let me know if you guys spotted anymore!

#aquaman #aquaman movie #DC comics #aquaman easter eggs #easter eggs #i wrote a thing

[douxreviews]

Aquaman Review

By CoramDeo

"What could be greater than a king?" "A hero."

SPOILER WARNING: There will be a brief non-spoiler review to start with, then I'll discuss the film in depth for those who've seen it.

Also, SARCASM WARNING: For whatever reason, I was in an extremely sarcastic mood when I wrote this review. As a result, I use sarcasm here. A lot.

By nature I love brevity: Absolutely gorgeous in every shot and action-packed, Aquaman is full to the brim with moments that will make die-hard comic book geeks and casual fans alike say things like, "Aw, YEAH!" and "That was awesome!" While there are a few themes, they don't do too much. All in all, it doesn't have a lot of depth, which is surprising for a movie set primarily on the ocean floor.

In Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice, Zack Snyder stuck Jason Momoa in an aquarium tank and filmed him for ten seconds. In Justice League, he used green screen to depict underwater action that sound exactly like it really would to human ears - dampened and unintelligible. For Aquaman, James Wan has been handed the task of trying desperately to make Aquaman look cool. Perhaps a more traditionally-minded director, Wan wisely decides that the decades-old tradition of great filmmakers deciding that scientific accuracy is for losers (and Nolans?) and not really caring what human ears would actually hear is probably not a thing to abandon at this time.

The result is what Neil DeGrasse Tyson might call 'disregarding science' and what I might call 'making an entertaining film.' The underwater action is engaging and epic, and every single frame of this film looks like a freaking Van Gogh as far as color goes. Where Snyder's DC offerings employed the vast range of color one might find in, say, a zebra, or a weekday newspaper, Wan uses revolutionary new techniques like 'orange,' 'bright blue,' and 'not actively desaturating your entire film.' He's got a keen sense of colorful beauty and contrast, and the movie is stunning.

Don't expect a particularly interesting plot; the quest and the story as a whole were fairly by-the-numbers. Neither should you anticipate any clever dialogue; the characters stumble their way through unnatural lines and gobs of exposition in a good half of the film's key exchanges. What you should expect to see, but not be blown away by, is some themes. I'll get into exactly what those themes are in the spoiler section below, because they are somewhat spoilery. And you definitely won't guess the entire plot by the end of the first act.

Though Aquaman isn't too deep, it's a heck of a lot of fun to watch and quite an enjoyable experience. I really do recommend that you go see this movie, if you enjoy fun action and pretty pictures. Also if you are a person who likes to mock the character of Aquaman, because I'm 90% sure that's the target audience.

3 out of 6 pretty pictures.

Friendly neighborhood Aquaman:

This film is not too family-friendly. There is a fair amount of swearing and foul language. If you want a fun movie you can take your kids to, go see Spider-Verse.

SPOILER ALERT: The review will discuss spoilers from here on out.

I mentioned that this film has some themes to it, which aren't exactly clear or well-realized. The first and most obvious of these is the uniting of two worlds which are completely alien to one another. This is the theme that is central to the first and last scenes of the film. In the former, a man from our world meets a woman from theirs as Aquaman narrates about ships meeting each other without any discernible force to propel them. The clash of cultures is evident in the opening sequence more than in any of the rest of the film. In the film's closing moments, too, we see these two representatives of completely different worlds coming together at long last, after what we know has been many years of waiting and longing.

The issue is that this particular theme doesn't really come across very well in the rest of the film. There are loads of situations and dynamics that on paper carry the theme, but in the context of the movie and the way it felt, it doesn't come through almost at all. Aquaman and Mera, themselves a pair from two worlds, are chased by both surface dwellers (Manta) and Atlanteans. They fight both on land and in the sea. And Mera clashes with the humans' culture almost as much as Arthur does with the Atlanteans'. Yet because the quest itself is entirely Atlantean in nature, and because the classically sci-fi world of Atlantis isn't too far off from other sci-fi worlds, which do center around humans, we don't really feel the blending of two worlds. Had the Atlanteans felt more alien, and the plot involved the human world more significantly, this theme would have been much more strong a presence.

The other theme I feel warrants particular scrutiny is that of a great unifier - or a hero - de-escalating conflict instead of escalating it. Interestingly enough, this unifier/hero is not Aquaman. The film's central character always escalates the conflict, at every turn of the plot. It is instead Atlanna (Nicole Kidman) who truly exemplifies this. If you think about it, every effect the character has on the film is to bring peace and unity, not chaos and conflict. She leaves Tom and Arthur in order to protect them. She tries to teach Orm and Mera, and Arthur when he finally meets her, to be better. And in the end, she arrives to end the conflict, saving the life of the film's antagonist. At key points, Atlanna brings people together and gets them to be more peaceful.

The issue with this theme is also that it's not overt enough. For this to be real and feel like it matters, Aquaman would've had to oppose it more directly at the start, and be convinced more significantly to act otherwise by the end. Instead, Arthur fights his way out of every situation right up until the end, and doesn't really show enough signs of having grown. The only thing he does even remotely displaying a change is his refusal to kill Orm, which is a more merciful act than his abandonment of Manta's father early on. Yet this is not particularly great, nor does it have much of an impact as his chance to kill Orm immediately disappears after his initial reluctance. Even with Mera and Atlanna encouraging him to learn throughout the film, he never really does in any way that matters.

A few other themes were present, but weren't really intended to make much of a difference. These include the bits about ocean pollution, which were not as heavy-handed as one might have expected and subsequently been annoyed by, and the bits that deal with duty to one's people. Both themes were present but not overpowering, and were quite tasteful in their execution.

Real quick, let's talk about the final battle. As I said before, I kind of feel like the target audience of this film is people who mock the character of Aquaman. The reason it feels that way is that all the things that Aquaman gets mocked for - talking to fish, riding seahorses, throwing water while underwater, etc. - appear in the third act as epic moments. It feels like the filmmakers just made a list of all the things Aquaman gets mocked for and then intentionally set out to make his scoffers cheer for those very things. Which is kind of fun.

Acting is acting like you're not acting:

The performances in this movie were neither outstanding nor terrible. They all pretty much hovered in the middle of the spectrum. At the high end were Nicole Kidman's Atlanna, Amber Heard's Mera, and Temuera Morrison's Tom Curry. At the lower end were Patrick Wilson's Orm, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II's Manta, and Dolph Lundgren's King Nereus. So, you know, all the bad-guys. Jason Momoa (Arthur/Aquaman) and Willem Dafoe (Vulko) hung out near the middle of the pack. One thing was reinforced in my mind by this film - no matter what character he plays and no matter how much of a good-guy that character is, there is nothing more terrifying than Willem Dafoe smiling.

Pensees:

-So, can we talk about how much Michael Beach (Manta's Dad) looks and sounds like Steve Harvey in certain shots? I'm just saying, I had a really hard time taking him seriously when I could so easily picture him hosting Family Feud.

-I was totally not expecting the Karathen to speak. That took me by surprise. Also, that was Julie freaking Andrews!

-Randall Park plays Dr. Stephen Shin after playing a character in Ant-Man and the Wasp. Interesting franchise leap, and for that role, too?

-There are a total of six actors listed as playing Arthur in this movie, not including Jason Momoa and his stunt doubles.

-Interesting choice, going with the 'quest based on a specific series of nonsensical instructions' plot that you most often see on animated children's shows.

-I wish they'd left Manta out of this film and saved him for a sequel. His character didn't have enough of a good role in this one to justify his inclusion.

-The final battle is probably the first cinematic battle between sharks, crabs, and... Attack seahorses? Attack seahorses. Alrighty then.

-Apparently, James Wan was offered the choice of directing this or the practically non-existent Flashpoint. He made the right decision, apparently, since Flashpoint seems cursed to lose all its directors.

-Despite anti-Snyder measures such as color and a non-confusing storyline, the Snyder slo-mo still remains. Which is perfectly fine; that was never my problem with Snyder.

Quotes:

Guy in the bar: "You that fish-boy from the TV?" Arthur: "It's fish-man."

Arthur: "We've got a bogey on our tail!" Mera: "What does that even mean?" Arthur: "Bad-guys behind us!" Mera: "Why didn't you just say that?" Arthur: "Bad-guys behind us!"

Arthur: "Redheads. You gotta love 'em." *jumps out of the plane*

*Mera pulls water from Arthur's skin and uses it to activate the device* Arthur: "Show-off. I could've just peed on it."

Mera: "You based our exit strategy on a children's book?" Arthur: "I didn't read the book. I just saw the movie."

Arthur: "I'm no leader. I came because I have no choice. I came to save my home, and the people I love."

3 out of 6 Attack seahorses.

CoramDeo likes to review movies and television. He thinks he's getting good, but he can handle criticism.

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[squirrelwrangler]

Going back and reading the Throne of Atlantis arc and Aquaman run from 2011. I’d seen the animated version but knew that Orm wasn’t the straight/only villain in the original comics, but seeing panels of his speech to Arthur for the last couple days where he confesses how much he loved his half-brother and just wanted them together on the same side convinced me to hunt down the full arc. And ouch. It was already tugging the heartstrings (the main difference between the two versions is that in the comics, a former adviser is the one to manipulate the attack that causes the war as a way to force Arthur to oust his brother and take the crown he doesn’t want) - but then the chapter ending on Orm locked away in prison and begging to talk with his brother (and looking so very young and hurt and betrayed when Arthur allows him to be arrested) - yeah, this is the woobie Loki shit of a million fanfics and I hope the hints are that we’re getting some of those mixed nuance feelings in the live-action movie. Also wondering if the live-action movie will bring in any of the plotlines about how Mera was sent to Atlantis as a double agent to assassinate Aquaman. I know a YA novel is coming out soon that focuses on that. But, yeah, every time the Aquaman books focus on the underwater political and family intrigue, I’m more interested than the outsider-esque team or the special forces marines. Or the meta narrative highlighting and debunking the ‘Aquaman is Useless Meme’. Nah, give me all this soap opera sibling drama and we mutually accidentally murdered each other’s fathers and thus locked in a revenge cycle stuff. Oh, and where’s the AU where Queen Atlanta successfully escaped Atlantis to return back to the surface world to reunite with Thomas Curry and Arthur, only this time dragging alone a twelve-year-old Orm? Especially with the Mera: Queen of Atlantis mini-series showing an Orm than adapted to enjoy a new life with humans and how many times Mera plays the part of a proverbial Nala looking for Simba. (Add in Mera’s twin sister for more comedy gold. and where is the Aquaman cast watches the The Little Mermaid? That has to be a fan comic somewhere...)

#aquaman #i knew going in i would stan the villains #but ouch #happy aus please?