Sketchbook Log: “Let my girls go! Ladies I don’t know what he told you but-” “There here on there own free will my dear, looks like some of your little fairies enjoy my company!”
A pair of baby teeth decided to stay with Pitch after the events of the movie.
This is part 4 of Snow In The Dark. Been a while I know but hope you like anyway.
Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.
Part Summary: Snow is trying to understand her pull towards Riddick.
Riddick x OC Snow
Warnings: Language I think that’s it.
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The memory of how I met Jack faded from my mind when a bottle fell from Paris’ bag. He quickly turns to retrieve it but not before Riddick reaches it first.
They stand up at the same time. Paris looks like he is about to puke and Riddick looks more threatening till Paris introduces himself.
“Paris P. Ogilvie.” He says nervously.
“Antiques dealer, entrepreneur” He says, sticking his hand out.
I watch Riddick take it with a smile growing on his face.
“Richard B. Riddick. Escaped Convict. Murderer” He says casually making me have to bite my lip to hold back a laugh.
I knew it wasn’t meant to be funny but it was from how relaxed he said it.
RIddick opened the bottle and lifted it to his mouth. Paris quickly told him that it was very expensive.
“But by all means help yourself.” He says, as Riddick downs what’s left of it.
I have to bite my cheek when I watch him hand the empty bottle back to Paris.
“Oh umm thank you.” He says, nodding his head and quickly scurrying away.
I shake my head and start my own walk behind him. Riddick behind me.
When we got to the small town they found everyone delighted including myself when we found a ship.
I didn’t bother trying to investigate further, not having much knowledge when it came to that stuff. Instead I walked around with Jack letting her expoller the different houses.
I walk around seeing all the different stuff placed around. I pick up a picture on the table in the living room seeing an average family photo inside of it.
I wrinkle my brow wondering why this was left. Looking around the house even more I realize that everything was left. If you took away the layer of thick dust everywhere it looked as if the owners still lived here. Like they would be home any minute.
I was leaning against the wall as she played with a toy lizard. She suddenly stopped and turned around with a pair of clippers in her hand.
“Can I cut my hair?” She asks, hope filling her eyes.
“Why do you want to cut your hair?”
“Well ya know.. It’s hot here.” She shrugs, making me chuckle.
“Sure, kid. Sense, it’s hot.” I say knowing good and well why she was doing it but might as well let her get it out of her system.
She grins and rips off her hat and moves to a mettle mirror on the wall.
“I’m gonna go see if I can help the others. Come find me when you’re done?”
“Yeah okay.” She says, nodding her head but not really listening to me.
Rolling my eyes I leave the house stepping into the blistering sun. I settle for walking back towards the ship but stop when I see Riddick walking by himself.
I knew I should have gone towards the others, faintly hearing some of them yelling about finding water. Maybe I even should have gone back inside and helped Jack with her hair but instead I found myself following him.
He was a bit ahead of me and so I had plenty of places to hide if he looked behind him. I don’t know what possessed me to follow him but I wanted to see what he was doing. He was meant to be such a big bad guy but I haven’t seen him do anything to earn him that title yet.
I don’t follow him for long before I lose him. Turning a corner and he is suddenly gone. I look around the different containers used as houses but find nothing.
I turn to head back towards the way I came but stop when Riddick drops down in front of me, making me jump.
He pushes me up against the wall of the house behind me. It’s hot on my skin. Him leaning into my personal space, getting his face very close to mine.
“Are you following me, Snow?” He asks, my name rolling off his tongue in a way I didn’t know could sound that attractive.
“Yes.” I say.
I watch him lift an eyebrow as if he didn’t expect me to tell the truth.
“Why?” He asks standing back up but still keeping me pressed into the house. His hands were on either side of my head so I was blocked between him and the wall behind me.
“I don’t know.” I say once again being honest.
“You seem to fascinate me for some reason.” I say, taking a breath.
My heart is starting to pick up. It wasn’t from fear. No it was a feeling I recognized but I didn’t understand how I could be getting turned on just by standing here.
“Hmm.” He growls out. That sound makes the feeling in me grow. I closed my eyes, blushing at how my body was reacting. I couldn’t help but wish he would lean closer but instead he pulled away from me.
“Come on. I would rather have you in my sights.” He says turning to walk off.
Despite having free will and knowing I shouldn’t follow him I do exactly that. Walking behind him trying to understand what has gotten into me.
Since I met him I was drawn to him. Something deep inside me pulled towards him. I don’t know what it was. Attraction? Possible. He was attractive. Desare? That was a possibility as well. I clearly wanted him. The thoughts I have had about him in just the past few hours of knowing him proved that. But there was something else. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that scared me if I thought about it long enough. Something inside me that told me I belonged with… to him.
I push those thoughts down as I follow him towards a large building. It is the largest one of them all.
When he stops to pick something off the ground I stop. Him doing it again only a few feet closer to the building picking up something else.
“What is it?” I ask walking closer to him.
With him still knelt down, he holds up a pair of broken glasses.
“That’s weird.” I say, as he stands up.
“The houses are the same too. Their stuff is just forgotten and left behind.” I say, him turning to look over his shoulder at me.
He lets out another humed growl but doesn’t say anything. I’m starting to realize he wasn’t much for talking.
He takes a few steps forward checking the doors. They seem to be locked. I faint giggling can be heard from the other side.
“They chained them closed.” I say, more to myself than anyone. Despite that Riddick still nods slowly.
Reaching up to grab the tarp hanging off the building he lifts it up to reading Coring Room, over the door.
I didn’t get a chance to say anything, a whistle filling my ears. Both me and Riddick snap our heads in the direction, finding Johns standing there with his hands on his hips.
“You’re missing the party.” He says looking at us.
“Come on boy.” He says patting his leg then walking off like Riddick was a dog that would follow.
I look up at him expecting a reaction but he only pulls the tarp all the way off revealing Jack on the roof ready to pounce down on us.
Her gasping at being caught.
Riddick looks up at her as if he expected her to be there.
“You’re missing the party. Come on.” He says mocking John’s southern accent.
He turns to walk back towards where the other survivors are.
“Come on Jack.” I say, looking up at her.
“I almost had you two.” She whines jumping down to the ground.
“How did he know I was there?”
“I think he was just pulling the tarp off kiddo.” I say not wanting to hurt her pride.
But i didn’ believe that. Riddick seemed to know things before the rest of us even thought about it being a possibility.
Me and Jack walked into one of the other buildings just to hear the tail end of Imam’s prayer.
I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I saw the glasses of water sitting on the table. Walking up to grab one, I feel eyes on me.
I didn’t get to see who they belonged to when I noticed everyone was looking in my direction. I quickly realize everyone is looking at Jack.
“What?” She asks, looking around.
“It’s the winner of the look-alike contest.” Paris says poking his thumb towards Jack.
With her now shaved head and roughly made goggles it was easy to tell who she was trying to look at.
I ignore his comment and smile behind the cup placed to my lips. I thought it was cute and understandable.
I was honestly glad I wasn’t the only one who had a fascination with Riddick.
“Who were these people, anyway? Miners?” Paris askes.
“I don’t know. Looks like geologists.” Sharon says holding up a crystal of some kind.
“You know an advanced team ,moves from rock to rock.”
“Nice of them to leave so much stuff here.” Carolyn says looking about as worried about everything that we all felt.
“Why did they leave their ship?” She asks looking at Johns, him glaring at her.
“It’s not a ship. It’s a skiff and it’s disposable really.” Johns says looking nervous.
“It’s more like an emergency life raft, right?”
“Yeah they probably had a big drop ship take them off planet.” Sharon says, looking hopeful, I start to say something but am cut off.
“These people didn’t leave. Come on.” Riddick says his deep voice making my insides rattle.
“Whoever got Zeke got them. They’re all dead.” He says throwing the rag he was using on the ground. Then putting his goggles back on.
“You don’t really think they left with their clothes on hooks…-…Photos on the shelves.”
“Maybe they had weight limits. You don’t know” Sharon says.
“I know you don’t prep your emergency ship unless there’s an fucking emergency.” He says grinning at her.
“He’s fuckin’ right.” Jack says
“Watch your mouth.” Johns says, making me glare at him.
I didn’t get a chance to teathen him before Carolyn started talking.
As if the man read my thoughts I suddenly felt a large presence behind me. I swallow and glance over my shoulder. Riddick standing a few feet from me. But close enough to make my heart pound.
“Has anyone checked the coring room?” Riddick says, making me realize I missed a question.
With that said everyone heads out to go look for the missing boy. Me and Ridick being the last ones out I’m stopped when he grabs my wrist and spins me around.
I let out a gasp when he presses me into the wall holding my wrists so my arms are pinned down by my sides.
“What are you doing?” I ask looking up at him.
His face expressionless but he wouldn’t be pening me to the wall if he wasn’t thinking of something.
He doesn’t say anything, only leans closer to me.
“Do I stink or something?”
I shiver when a low growl leaves his throat. He pulled away from me just as quickly as he grabbed me and left towards the direction of the group.
I take a breath collection myself before I follow them. Wanting to know what was up with Riddick.
This is part 3 of Snow In The Dark. (I know it’s been a while. Life has been crazy lately)
Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.
Part Summary: Johns let Riddick free only if he helps them get off the planet. Some back story on how Snow met Jack.
I walk out of the ship Jack running up to me as soon as her eyes land on me.
“Are you okay?” She asks looking up at me.
“I’ve been through worse than just getting cuffed to the floor.” I say smiling at her.
She grins and nods at me. She is not able to reply due to Johns calling everyone’s attention.
He wanted all of us to go to the hole Zek dug.
Maybe it was because I knew what to expect but I swore I could smell blood before we even reached it.
“Alright Snow put this on.” Johns says, handing me a rope.
“Excuse me?” I ask, lifting any eyebrow looking at him.
“You’re going into the hole.”
“No I am not.” I say as I cross my arms.
“Yes you are.”
“Sorry I was told to stay above ground so I think I’ll follow that order instead.”
“Who-.”
“I’ll go.” Carolyn, says interrupting Johns. Most likely expecting another argument to come from us.
“There ya go.” I say waving towards her.
“A woman doing your job just the way you like it”
“That’s enough.” Carolyn says snatching the rope from Johns and begins to tie it around herself.
I stand there in the heat watching as she slowly crawls into the hole. My stomach was in knots but I couldn’t understand why.
I’m sure I most likely looked like a child pouting but I didn’t care. When someone like Riddick. Someone who seemed more animal than human tells you to do something you should probably listen to them. I was on the outside of the group now. Because of what I did. I didn’t understand how defending a man from getting ganged up on was the wrong thing but my morals were never right I guess.
Growing up in the alleyways of the worst planet out there made me less than normal I guess.
My head snaps to the left when I hear a scream. My eyes snap to Jack making sure she is alright then I see her standing just a few feet from me. I relax.
“Did you hear that?” I ask, looking at the others.
“Hear what?” Johns asks, glaring at me.
“I thought I heard screaming.” I say ready to dismiss it, until I hear it again.
“I heard it.” Jack says looking at me worries in her eyes.
“Let’s go check it out.” I say starting to walk towards it.
“No one is-.”
“Oh just shut it Johns. I’ll be right back.” I say cutting him off.
I follow the sound of screams picking up my pace as they get louder. When I reach what looks like a stalagmight sticking out from the ground I’m a bit confused till I hear Caroyln scream inside it.
“Hand me that bone Jack.” I say pointing towards a dicared large bone on the ground.
Taking it from Jack I start to hit the rock glad when it starts to crumble. I hit it again, the others joining me.
“Let me do it.” Johns says pulling me out of the way.
A frustrated growl leaves my throat, shocking me and Jack.
‘When did I start growling?’ I think to myself.
Johns brakes open the rock just in time to get the Caption out. I jump when I watch her get pulled back in for a moment. Whatever was down there wanted her bad.
“Cut the rope!” She screams trying to claw her way out.
I move closer grabbing onto her as Johns does exactly what she asked. With the loss of tension I fall back pulling her on top of me.
“Ow.” I groan out softly.
“Are you okay?” Jack asks, dropping down next to us.
I start to answer but realize she’s not talking to me.
“I heard you screaming.” She says helping Caroyln up.
I get to my feet watching the others surround her, then walking back towards the ship. My stomach twists in a familiar way. Being forgotten or left alone was something I was used to. What I couldn’t understand was why it was happening now.
I follow behind them my mind full of questions. Once we reached the ship Johns went inside most likely to pick at Riddick. I at first stayed outside trying to enjoy what little breeze there was but my curiosity got the better of me.
Jack was fine, she was next to Caroyln so I didn’t worry about walking into the ship. My heart jumped as soon as I heard the sound of a gunshot popping off. It makes me stop in my tracks.
I don’t know why but my first thought was worry for Riddick.
Of course I would worry about the murder on the ship and not the cop. But I couldn’t diene the pull I had towards Riddick.
I started to walk again wanting to know exactly what happened but I didn’t want to rush into anything. I once again stopped when Riddick came walking towards me.
He was angry his whole damaer would scare anyone away from him. So why did his eyes soften when they met mine? For just a second they locked with mine then they were gone covered up by his goggles and he was gone, seeming to disappear the moment he passed me.
I take a shaky breath not realizing I was holding it and turn around to face the exit. I had more questions than answers at this point and it was starting to make my head hurt.
It also didn’t help that I was dehydrated and tired. The heat made it seem impossible to want to do anything.
Hearing footsteps behind me I look over my shoulder seeing Johns walking towards me. I quickly head outside not wanting to be around him.
As soon as I stepped out into the son I could hear whispers but they for once were not about me.
I look over at Sharon talking to Jack and Carolyn. I was just out of ear shot but I was pretty sure I knew what or who they were talking about.
Everyone was suddenly on edge again. I could understand why. Rddick was the villain in this story. Johns was the hero. That’s why everyone jumped to look at him when he called out.
“Alright everyone let’s go!” He says while heading off into the desert as if he knew where he was going.
Despite watching Jack fall in line with Sharon. I couldn’t seem to make my feet move until Riddick walked past me.
Even though he was wearing goggles I could tell he was looking at me, even through me maybe. He jerked his chin forward so slightly I thought I may have imagined it. Yet I got in line in front of him and started walking. Us, the last two, once again separated from the group.
We walked for what seemed like hours, the heat of three suns bearing down on us. All the while Riddick pulled a power cell behind him as if it weighed nothing. I think it was the sand catching the thing then the weight of it that kept him in the back of the line.
Or maybe he chose to stay there, so he could watch everyone. Well watch Johns rather. I didn’t blame him. He was on my hit list too.
As we walked I fell more behind walking next to Riddick more than in front of him. Maybe it was to see what he was seeing or maybe it was just because since I landed on this rock I felt more comfortable around him then I did anyone. Even Jack.
Her bouncing between hanging out with Carolyn and Sharon since we got here.
I didn’t mind it. She was a teenager wanting to make new friends. It wasn’t like she owed me anything. If I was honest I’ve only known her a few years.
It was cold out. Colder than it has been for a long time. Every breath I took made my teeth hurt. Despite that I took another breath trying to warm up my hands. To make them feel alive again. I should get up from crouching in this trash filled alley way but I didn’t see the point. I was broken. More broken than I have been in a while. Being used just to get thrown out into the streets once again makes you lose a part of yourself each time. I was tired. Tired of trying to fit in to act like everyone else. I wasn’t like everyone else. I was something… different. I couldn’t explain it. I had better instincts than everyone. I always knew when things were gonna go bad.
Others always seemed to stay away from me. I blamed it on my attitude, my smart mouth. But I knew the truth. That deep inside me there was just something that made people uncomfortable. People treated me like a wild animal. Either hostile or afraid. So once again I was alone on the outskirts of civilization. But it seemed that’s exactly where I was meant to bed.
My head snapped up to the sound of running feet. The slapping sound of worn down shoes on frozen ground.
Looking to the left I watch a child running for her life holding something wrapped up in her arms. A large man behind her, him more hair than a man screaming at her to come back. Yelling that she was a thief.
As they ran past me the sweet smell of fresh bread filled my nose, everything clicking together. She stole food, she was hungry. I had that primal urge to protect her. The primal side of me flaring up the older I got.
I stuck my foot out tripping the guy, while also pushing myself to my feet. The girl stopped turning to see what was going on, her ragged breathing hard from a yard away.
The man stood up, him standing well over my head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He said through clenched teeth. His lip busted from the fall.
“Leave her alone.” I say calmly not looking for a fight.
“Are you two in this together? She steals food and you beat up the honest owner of it?” He asks, cocking his head, his fist balling up.
“No. But she’s hungry so leave her be. You’ll make it, she might not.” I say moving to go sit down where I was.
I’m stopped by a very tight grip wrapping around my arm. The man jerked me back into him.
“Now you listen here you-.”
That was the last thing I heard before I went numb. Before everything seemed to turn off. Everything that kept me in control.
When everything turns back to normal, I’m not surprised to find a body at my feet.
That always happened, when I blacked out. But what I didn’t expect was that the girl was still there.
Her slowly inching towards me, an outstretched hand holding a hunk of bread. Caution clear on her face but there was something in her eyes. Fascination.
“Thank you.” She says gently as I take the bread from her. My stomach is very empty.
“You’re welcome.” I say nodding my head.
I once again return to my place on the ground. Surprised once again when she moves to sit next to me.
My favorite of the three films by far. ‘Riddick’ does a nice job of tying into both of the previous films, while at the same time not allowing them to serve as an anchor and bring the momentum down in this one. When you stop and consider that Pitch Black came out thirteen years ago and Chronicles of Riddick came out nine years ago, Vin Diesel’s ability to jump back into this character with such ease after such a long absence seems almost timeless. It’s clear why he has so much fun playing this character as it allows him to showcase the qualities that his fans are most endeared to. It was a why decision for Diesel and Twohy to show Riddick’s more vulnerable side this time around while also maintaining the fact that he is one bad ass motherfucker who can’t be taken out by anyone at the end of the day. GRADE
So… I want to draw lots and lots of blackice but I have like zero ideas, so I figured I’d just draw scenes from fanfics I like (Which I’ll credit ofc!)
This is from chapter 31 of @not-poignant‘s The Golden Age That Never Was I love that fic man
