#avatar cameron

[oakbuggy]

For @justcaptiannoodles because there needs to be more art of Tsu'tey FR ! 😤😤

Was a bit lazy with this one but I wanted to post it as soon as possible!

Full Images Here!

Also the KoFi link seems to be working again! Thanks y’all for ur patience 👍

#smut #tsu'tey #avatar cameron #doodle #fanart #oc #avatar the way of water #tsutey #tsu'tey x oc #mmm #a little braindead rn! #i will update tags #later! #goodnighttt

[iluliluu]

Mother Earth - Eywa

#just some appreciation for our little blue planet #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar cameron #earth #nature

[artofmacabre]

I can’t, I just love them

#artists on tumblr #avatar twow #avatar cameron #avatar #avatar fanart #avatar the way of water #kiri sully #spider #miles spider socorro #spider socorro

[asfateentertwines]

The boys are barely hitting teenagers when Jake stumbles on Neteyam teaching Spider to shoot his bow. About seeing the little human he watched grow up mirror him 13 years ago, holding a weapon double his size and not knowing how to handle it, but this time the boy is comfortable. He’s grinning, cocky and safe, with his son’s hands over his own. He sees his wife for a moment in his son’s soothing touches and then his brother in Spiders grin. It’s healing in the same way that a part of him curls and aches at the sight.

He watches for a while, a silent guard if they get in over their heads. Neteyam is normally level-headed and responsible but Spider is a wild card - plus he rarely sees the two by themselves.

He lurches to intervene when Spider pulls a gun from the bushes, tossing it to his oldest with a teasing prod. It’s big for a human but looks barely larger than a pistol in his son’s childish hands. Neteyam looks nervous but shrugs as Spider lifts his hands to position them better. It takes a few tries to find something comfortable for the taller - it’s one of Norms weapons, not meant for Na’vi, those are locked up safe in home tree - but they settle it in his hands and Jake forces himself to relax. It makes him nervous but he tries to give them a shot. Why, he can’t really decide, but he sits back. If they’ll survive, then they’ll need to adapt. Every solider packs a few scars and he’d rather they do it now when he’s within arms reach.

Spider runs his fingers over the gun and points out where the safety is, how to load it, and then how to trigger it. He doesn’t want to know why he knows all this but suspects his own raids might have been the boys teacher. Neteyam takes a shuttering breath and shoots the gun at the largest tree in their little clearing. The kickback nearly makes him drop the gun and he stumbles back but he grins and laughs like a boy again.

He didn’t realize how long it’s been since he heard that sound.

Spider joins him soon after, clumsily notching an arrow and attempting to hit the same spot. He misses by a long shot and groans dramatically but there’s a camaraderie in the air that he remembers from his own youth. It’s a signature of growing up and something he only really remembers from Tommy. He smiles and watches for a bit as Neteyam tries to fix Spiders posture then tries to one up him with another shot. They’re sparing with the gun, clearly worried about getting caught despite the bravado, but the sound is swallowed by the forest enough to allow a few trysts.

It’s been a good half hour when Spider manages to knock a branch off the tree he’d been aiming at. The boys cheer with such pride that Jake can’t help but feel a little proud. He guesses they really are growing up.

“Okay, okay, hear me out - your dad can’t be pissed if we bring home dinner right? Why don’t we, yknow, try these out for real?”

Jake swallows back a groan and steps out from his hiding spot, perhaps they aren’t that grown up after all.

#drabble #spider socorro #avatar the way of water #spider soccoro sully #atwow #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #nocorro #If you want #pretty ambiguous #I tried to keep Jake in character but bestie is complicated and kinda hard to make a healthy dad before ateos #so he’s still in the whole soldier mode #jake sully #avatar cameron #also cause how tf was spider using that giant bow in the beginning of atwow #it’s the same size as him

[anxiousdreamcore]

An avatar comm I did not long ago! Characters belong to @/misamisa on discord✨

(Psst. My commissions are open!)

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(Do not repost my artwork on any other platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so and I will find out.)

#atwow #atwow fanart #atwow jake sully #avatar 2 #atwow Na’vi #avatar na'vi #avatar cameron #avatar2 #avatar 2009 #avatar oc #atwow oc #atwow recoms #digital art #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water

[moving-asfateentertwines]

Spixo?? Roter?? Tf are they called??

Anyway

Rotxo has identity issues and has a crisis when the Sully kids show up

They're different. They aren't of their people and they're weird - they have extra fingers, tufts of hair over their eyes, their skin is dark, their eyes the wrong size, their tails too thin - he could go on

Yet they're so proud

There's a sense of purpose in them, they aren't quite kids like he, Ao'nung, or Tsireya are.

It scares the hell out of him

He lashes out at Lo'ak and Kiri, goes for their weaknesses when Ao'nung does

He wants them to leave, take their war with them, and let his family stay safe and tucked away on their beaches

They don't, clearly, and yet he comes to care for them

They're freaks but they're his freaks

Tsireya coming home with blood on her hands, teary cheeks, and Lo'ak in her arms terrifies him. However much he grew up that day he thinks she did double

Ao'nung is suddenly fast tracking his apprenticeship as Olo'eyktan

And he's left behind

Spider comes with the worst day of his life thus far

He once would have gutted anyone who said he would accept a sky person in his home but so much has changed and he can't bring himself to do anything without Ao'nung there to lead him

So he throws himself into his training, wanting to stop what happened to him and his friends from ever happening here

If what happened in the forests happened here he thinks it would kill him

Then Jake convinces Tonowari to let them use a gun

Tonowari - the man who is practically a second father to him after growing up between his children, who hated this war more than anyone he knew, who barely let them use offensive moves before their 15th year - is scared for them

He's awful with a gun

Metkayina kids don't get to carry a gun, it's not allowed to be their primary weapon, it's only for emergencies, but he saw what happened to Neteyam and he needs to know how to use it

He's off in the woods along their beaches trying to practice. Training was over hours ago but he doesn't take to it like the older kids (he and Ao'nung are the youngest learning right now - they strong armed their way in and he thinks it broke Tonowari a little bit inside)

Every shot is just a little off, he can't get the target quite right

Metyakina are spear wielders, their weapons bring them close to their enemies and they use their strength to bring them down. Bows are a necessity but archers are few in the specialty: it's just not what they do

The gun is heavy in his hands, hard to balance and kicks back every time he tries to shoot

Why the hell a weapon bites the user he has no fucking clue -

"Brace your back foot. You're leaning too much, it's not a harpoon."

...

Rotxo will swear for the decades to come that he did not jump, fuck you-

Then the little sky-person is there

He met Spider when they brought him home

The boy was pale, thin beyond what he suspected was natural if the slight sway to his stance had anything to say. He was mottled in bruises and striped with scars but there was a feral strength in the kids eyes

He stuck close to the Sully kids, blended right into the little pack they made up

The other kids flanked him at nearly all times. He never saw the blonde alone and they seemed happy that way. The kid was haunted but he guesses they all are now

They didn't talk much. Lo'ak threatened him with raw fear in his eye that if he and Ao'nung even tried an ounce of what they did to him then peace talks and found friendships be damned, he'd make them regret it

Spider would hang out with them, but he didn't talk much. Most of the others still resented him. They feared him or hated him and Rotxo suspects he knew that

That said, he doesn't know what to do when Spider walks up and forces his gun down to his level

He moves his hands, steps back and adjusts his stance, then steps back with an approving nod.

"Alright. Aim a little lower, you aren't in the green. Shoot, it'll be better."

He hits the target in the neck, then the tree behind it. The gut the third time.

"Uh..thanks."

#Spixo #rotxo x spider #spider socorro #avatar the way of water #atwow rotxo #rotxo #avatar spider #atwow #avatar cameron #oops have some angst #rotxo gets some character development #rocorro

[introspectivememories]

avatar au where growing up everyone remarks on how much spider and quaritch have the same eyes and you know spider's not stupid. he can hear the disgust and the hate in their voices when they say it and it hurts. and yeah, maybe he could go to norm and max but it's not like they can really do anything. they can't change his parentage or his genetics. so spider does what he does best, he adapts.

nobody likes his eyes, right? then he'll just cover them up. and it takes a while til he can find a good enough fabric that he can see through but other people can't but he finds it eventually. and norm and max used to give him comic books to read and based off those, he takes a strip of fabric and wraps it around his eyes.

it's hard at first. he bumps into things constantly and norm takes to worrying over him like a concerned mother but he brushes it off. finally, when he can navigate around the base without bumping into anything, he goes outside.

outside is even harder than inside but he trains himself. he trains himself to hear the way rotting branches sound when stepped on. trains himself to approximate distances. trains himself to hear the animals coming. it takes even longer to learn how to live outside with the blindfold than it did inside hell's gate.

it's better this way, he tells himself, no one has commented on your eyes in months. it's better this way.

#blindfold spider!au #norm and max silently worrying over spider's new fashion choices #but he won't tell them and they don't know how to close this chasm that's opened between spi and them #him meeting the kids in this au... #that's definitely another post #but can you imagine him learning how to hunt with the blindfold on? #im going insane!!!! #spider socorro #spider te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar cameron

[anntova]

kitty🐾

#avatar #fanart avatar #avatar art #avatar fanart #avatar fandom #avatar cameron #avatar james cameron #jake sully #avatar 2022 #artists on tumblr #art #artists #fanart #digital art #sketch #my art #Jake Sully fanart #jake sully avatar #avatar 2

[yuzuyom]

Shhh, es un secreto

PAREJA: Neteyam x Reader

Capitulo 12:

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Capitulo 13

" LIBERTAD "

Todo fue tan silencioso cuando llegaste a casa, Neteyam acariciaba tu cabello con cariño y tú te permitías cerrar los ojos con calma por qué al fin había paz en tu corazón, al fin habías terminado con este ciclo donde te torturaban, ahora estabas segura en los cálidos brazos de Neteyam.

Cuando llegaron a casa te dejaron descansar, Neteyam te siguió sin dudar, subiéndote por la ramada para acostarte suavemente en la cama, su mano acarició tu cabello con suavidad observando como cerrabas los ojos con calma ante su toque. miró tu cabello frunciendo su ceño cuando no encontró las cuentas que él había puesto en tu cabello. Sin embargo, no dijo nada, él solo quería pasar tiempo de silencio dónde estuvieran uno al lado del otro.

----Neteyam... ---- llamaste en un murmullo.

----¿Mm? ---- preguntó sin dejar tu cabello.

----Te extrañé.

Él sonrió con cariño. Juntando su frente a la tuya para que sus ojos amarillos miraran los tuyos con amor.

---- Te veo, (T/N).

Sonreíste con amor, acercándote a él para esconderte en su pecho disfrutando de sus manos jugando con tu largo cabello. Cerraste los ojos antes que él, permitiendo que el sueño te abrace. Amanecieron de esa misma forma, abrazados en tu pequeña carpa disfrutando la calidez del otro, te sentaste encima de tus rodillas observando al Na'vi dormir, tu dedo remarcó su nariz y sus ojos, seguiste el borde de sus labios con suavidad para después tocar cada franja de su piel. Una pequeña risa salió de tus labios cuando notaste como su cola se movía de un lado a otro demostrando su gusto.

Entonces abrió sus ojos y aquello te hizo sonreírle en grande, tu pequeño dedo tocó su nariz dejando salir un pequeño "bop" haciéndolo reír. El muchacho se levantó acercándote a su regazo para dar un pequeño beso de buenos días a tu boca, sonreíste entre medio del beso, feliz por qué al fin podías tenerlo para ti solita.

-----Bueno días... ---- saludaste sonriente.

----Hola... ---- saludó con voz profunda debido a la siesta.

Comenzaste a jugar con sus trenzas, porque sinceramente hoy solo querías estar acostada en tu pequeña carpa a su lado, no era necesario hablar. Solo estar juntos con un momento a solas o al menos eso pensabas hasta que tres Na'vi conocidos entraron a la carpa a tropezones.

Reíste mirando a los niños sully, alejándote de Neteyam para prestarle atención a los hermanos.

Kiri ya estaba en tu cabello volviendo a hacer trenzas para robar las cuentas del cabello de Neteyam y ponerlas en tu cabeza, Tuk la hermosa niña te enseñ�� su pancita vendada, diciendo que su hermana había curado el veneno gracias a tus conocimientos. Ambas hacían coronas mientras Lo'ak se recostaba en tus muslos y simplemente pasaba el rato hablando payasadas. Neteyam estaba mirando de lejos riendo y sonriendo ante las idioteces de su hermano.

Cuando fue la hora de irse él y tú quedaron solos en la carpa. Tus ojos suaves miraron a Neteyam quién tenía su mirada lejana, tu corazón se apretó al ver la inseguridad en sus ojos. Te levantaste rápidamente yendo hacia sus brazos para besar sus labios con cuidado, Neteyam saltó con sorpresa al principio, pero poco después sus labios se encontraron siguiendo tu beso mientras sus ojos se cerraban con anhelo. Cuando te separaste juntaste tu frente con la de él, buscando su mirada al notar cómo él no se atrevía a mirar tus ojos. Tomaste su mano con cuidado llevándola a tu pecho para darle una ligera sonrisa.

----Te veo, Neteyam ---- sus ojos amarillos mostraron duda ---- y mi corazón es completamente tuyo.

Él notó la sinceridad en tus ojos.

sin embargo, tenía dudas y no se le podía culpar después de ver tu llanto ante la muerte de aquel Na'vi.

---¿Podría saber...?---- preguntó Neteyam inseguro.

Ladeaste tu cabeza confundida causando que él soltara un suspiro tembloroso. Tomó tus manos para llevarla a sus labios y dar un ligero beso en el dorso de estas.

----Su historia.

Tus hombros se tensaron, miraste a un lado insegura provocando que Neteyam estuviera a punto de decir que no importaba, hasta que te vio asentir.

----No es una historia bonita ----. Aseguraste mirándolo insegura.

Neteyam te miró confuso, sin entender porqué llorarías por alguien con el que no tuvieras una linda historia.

Entonces soltaste todo.

Por primera vez alguien escuchaba todo lo que habías pasado a manos de Ska'anekx.

Neteyam poco a poco sentía cómo la rabia llenaba cada parte de su cuerpo. Cada detalle lo hacía vomitar y sus pensamientos simplemente eran que debía haber dejado vivo a ese tipo y hacerlo sufrir.

Cada que llorabas o te veías nerviosa Neteyam te abrazaba o te recordaba que podías parar si deseabas hacerlo. Tú te negabas, deseando que él supiera todo, cada uno de los detalles para que ya no tuviera inseguridades. Y si, tal vez Neteyam ya no estaba inseguro pero, la rabia era demasiada. Se aseguraría de que ese maldito monstruo no tuviera un entierro digno, que su alma jamás descansará en paz.

Cuando acabaste Neteyam te abrazaba sobreprotector. Sus manos tomaban tu cuerpo contra el de él intentando brindarte toda la seguridad que necesitaras.

----- Neteyam... Hay que unirnos ---- murmuraste después de unos minutos de silencio.

---- ¿Mm?--- preguntó Neteyam mirándote extrañado ---- ¿ahora...? ¿No prefieres descansar? Ha sido un día pesado.

Reíste ante eso, mirándolo con amor.

----Me refiero ante Eywa.

No una conexión forzada, no una a la que tuvieras que hacerlo para sobrevivir. Querías una real y que tú persona fuera Neteyam.

Su cola se movió con felicidad que sin dudarlo se enrolló en tu muslo demostrando cuánto le agradaba esa idea.

Neteyam juntó su frente contra la tuya asintiendo con una enorme sonrisa.

----Si, definitivamente deseó eso.

Cuando menos lo esperabas tu ya tenías uns linda vestimenta Na'vi, tu cuello y cabello estaban adornados con piedras preciosas mientras que tú rostro y brazos era adornado con pintura blanca, Neteyam estaba hincado frente a ti.

Uno frente al otro mientras las hojas del árbol de las almas caían a su alrededor con suavidad. Era precioso, como un sueño hecho realidad en un cuento de hadas.

Una sonrisa brillante apareció en tu rostro cuando Neteyam tomó tus manos, sus ojos te miraron suavemente mientras que toda la pintura en su rostro asentuaba sus hermosas facciones.

Tu respiración se aceleró cuando Neteyam jaló tus manos suavemente haciéndote avanzar hacia él. Sus labios tocaron suavemente los tuyos, sonriendo cuando sintió cómo suspirabas en el beso.

---- ¿Sucede algo?---- cuestionó al sentir tu cuerpo tenso.

Negaste ante su mirada cálida.

---- Estoy nerviosa...

Neteyam soltó una risita divertido.

---- No es nada de lo ya hayamos hecho antes, mi amor ----. Consoló, acariciando tus costados con suavidad.

----Pero... Ya sabes es más, distinto es como un... ¿Una petición a Eywa...? ---- explicaste apenada, acomodándote más cerca de él.

Neteyam volvió a reír debido a tu nerviosismo. Sus manos apretaron con cariño las tuyas, esperando brindarte la confianza que necesites. El Na'vi decidió juntar su frente con la tuya, acostumbrándose a esta acción que tenías cuando eras demasiado sincera.

----¿Deseas parar? Podemos hacerlo otro día.

Negaste rápidamente.

----No, Lo'ak se esforzó mucho en hacerme este top.

----Por favor no hables de mi hermano cuando estamos haciendo estás cosas.

Reiste divertida, besando sus labios con suavidad.

Él acercó su trenza dejando ver sus zarcillos para mirarte expectante sus intensos ojos amarillos se clavaban en tu memoria poniéndote roja. Tus ojos miraron aquellas pequeñas cositas moverse, tú asentiste tomándolo suavemente Neteyam te ayudó a levantar tu cabello, sus grandes manos fueron delicadas y soltó una pequeña risita al ver lo que se supone sería tu trenza, era apenas del tamaño de su dedo.

-----No te burles, Neteyam. ---- te quejaste.

----Bien, bien... Ya puedes hacerlo.

Con un suspiro abandonando tus labios llevaste la trenza de Neteyam a tu nuca. Ambos suspiraron cuando los zarcillos se entrelazaron, reíste aferrándote a sus brazos. Sintiendo todo lo que Neteyam sentía. Su amor, su calidez, el deseo que tenía por ti, todo.

Cuando abriste los ojos sonreíste ante sus pupilas que casi abarcaban todo su iris. Soltaste una risa divertida provocando que él también riera.

----¿Por qué te ries?

---- Tus ojos... No es nada ---- dejaste un pequeño beso en sus labios arrebatándole un suspiro cariñoso ----. Sigamos.

El asintió.

Con tranquilidad acercaste tu mano hacía Neteyam el cuál mordió con cuidado, encajando sus colmillos observando como soltabas una queja.

----¿Estás bien? ---- preguntó en un susurró.

Asentiste observando como comenzaban a caer pequeñas gotas de sangre. Cuando levantaste la vista miraste como Neteyam mordía su propia mano haciendo un pequeño sonido de queja. Tomaste la mano de Neteyam y el tomó la tuya, ambos bebieron un poco para después sonreír en grande.

Neteyam y tú habían decidido compartir los rituales que tú sabías y los que él sabía. Claramente lo de la sangre era del clan Tormakticaya.

Ya estaban conectados en cuerpo y alma, lo cual te daba una gran felicidad.

---- Te veo, Neteyam...

----Te veo, (T/N).

Ambos se juntaron en un beso suave, el cuál poco a poco comenzó a volverse fogoso. Neteyam te subió con cuidado a su regazo. Podías sentir sus manos recorrer tu cuerpo con suavidad enviando escalofríos por todo tu cuerpo. Sus labios comenzaron a dejar pequeños besos en tu cuello, dando pequeñas succiones provocando que tus caderas se movieran deseosas contra las de él. Podías sentir sus colmillos burlándose de tu piel recorriendo con su lengua tus clavículas para volver lentamente a tus labios. Su lengua se burló de la tuya comenzando a juguetear contra la tuya arrancándote jadeos llenos de placer.

----Neteyam... Por favor, te necesito.

Suplicaste mientras tus manos comenzaban a desatar su taparrabos, Neteyam sonrió entre el beso comenzando a recostarte en el pasto mientras su mano evitaba que cayera encima tuyo. Sus labios bajaron lentamente por tu pecho, su lengua comenzó a jugar con tu pequeño pezón, succionando y lamiendo enviando espasmos por todo tu cuerpo. Su atención estaba provocando que tu coño comenzara a mojarse, podías sentir la incómoda tela pegándose contra tus labios. Tu pequeño clítoris temblaba debido al roce de la tela y aquello te hacía entrar en más desesperación.

----¿Necesitas mis dedos, bebé? ¿Mm?--- preguntó Neteyam con tu pecho aún en su boca ----. ¿Quieres que masajee este lindo botón de aquí?

Su mano tocó por encima de la tela tu sensible clítoris.

----¡Ahh! ¡Si! ¡Neteyam!

El Na'vi sonrió comenzando a desatar con cuidado tu taparrabos. Sus enormes dedos lanzaron la tela a un lado y sin dudar comenzaron a hacer pequeños círculos en tu sensible clítoris. Tu espalda se arqueó soltando un alarido de placer cuando Neteyam al fin te estaba dando el placer que necesitabas

----Eywa... Suenas tan bien, cariño. ---- murmuró Neteyam.

Moviste tu rodilla un poco sintiendo como su polla cubierta por el taparrabos ya estaba levantada. Aquello te hizo sonreír pues por la conexión pudiste sentir el espasmo que Neteyam sintió cuando tu rodilla rozó con su miembro.

----Puedo ver que te encanta cómo sueno ----. Te burlaste observando lo gemir.

----Mierda... Bebé, espera ¡ngh!... ---- suplicó dejando caer su frente contra tu pecho ----. P-puedo sentir cuánto te gustan mis dedos en tu coño ¡Ah!.

Mordiste tu labio, arqueando tu espalda por la sucia conversación. Tus manos deshicieron el nudo de su taparrabos rápidamente comenzando a masajear su gran polla entre tus manos, haciendo que ambos soltaran gemidos necesitados.

----¡Dentro, por favor, Neteyam! ¡Ah! ¡La necesito dentro!

Él asintió desesperado, tomando su polla para alinearla con tu entrada mojada.

----Si, bebé... Y-yo también necesito estar dentro ¡ngh!

Cuando su polla te abrió te aferraste a sus hombros, el Na'vi gimió justo en tu oído provocando que tu cuerpo tuviera un escalofrío.

Se sentía tan bien, te sentías bien y estabas segura de que él también se sentía bien. Podías sentir todo, su placer, su amor y era tan abrumador para tu cabeza que te hacía sentirte en las nubes por completo.

-----Por Eywa... Es demasiado, joder~---- suspiro el Na'vi contra tus labios.

Sus caderas comenzaron a moverse lentamente, podía sentir tus paredes apretando deseosas a su miembro. Te sentías tan cálida y cerrada que hacía que sus ojos girarán debido al placer. Sus manos se aferraban con fuerza al suelo, comenzando a aumentar la fuerza de sus caderas. Su pene entraba y salía de tu coño mojado haciendo que ambos se sintieran en el paraíso.

Desde abajo Neteyam te parecía una belleza, podías ver sus orejas pintadas de azul mientras que sus labios estaban abiertos dejando salir jadeos y gemidos desesperados, su frente tenía pequeñas gotas de sudor que recorrían hasta su mentón y aquello te dio hambre, necesitabas tanto sentirlo contra tus labios que tus manos no dudaron tomar su rostro y obligarlo a unir sus labios. Tu lengua saboreó todo lo que pudo, sentiste como el Na'vi gemía contra tu boca y sus caderas comenzaban a ser más rápidas y ansiosas.

----¡Mmmhh! ¡Ngh! ---- soltaba contra tus labios con sus ojos en blanco.

Te aferraste a sus hombros con fuerza al sentir como su polla crecía más y más dentro tuyo, estabas segura de que estaba sobresaliendo por tu estómago y aquello solo hacía que apretaras más contra su enorme miembro. Cuando ya era demasiado, cuando sentiste ese cosquilleo en tu clítoris por el movimiento de sus manos abriste más las piernas deseando mojar todo lo que pudieras para hacer ver qué Neteyam ya era tuyo por completo.

Te separaste del beso intentando tomar aire siendo unidos por nada más que un pequeño hilo de saliva.

----¡Neteyam, voy a-!

Él asintió volviendo a unir sus labios.

----¡Si, si, si! ¡Ven conmigo, bebé! ---- suplicó entre el beso, volviéndolo desastroso ---- ¡Tengamos nuestro orgasmo juntos!

Tu espalda comenzó a arquearse conforme sentías que aquel cosquilleo aumentaba. Él comenzaba a ser más brusco y su pulgar aumentaba la velocidad en sus movimientos.

----¡Neteyam!~ ---- gemiste mientras dejabas que los chorros salieran, mojando su vientre y pelvis.

----¡Joder, bebé!~ ---- su semilla manchó cada rincón de tus paredes.

Neteyam dejó que su frente descansará en tu hombro con respiraciones pesadas, el Na'vi seguía viniendo dentro tuyo causando que tú cuerpo tuviera pequeños espasmos al sentirse tan lleno. Cuando lograron recuperar el aire ambos se miraron con una pequeña sonrisa.

Neteyam juntó su frente con la tuya suavemente, cerrando sus ojos para disfrutar de tu calor, para disfrutar tu cuerpo desnudo junto al de él.

----Ahora somos una pareja oficial ----. Murmuró él Na'vi con emoción.

Tu asentiste comenzando a acariciar sus mejillas.

----Si, lo somos...

Sus ojos amarillos volvieron a abrirse encontrándose con tu suave y amorosa mirada.

---- Entonces... ¿Cuántos hijos tendremos?

Reíste ante eso, golpeando ligeramente su cabeza divertida.

----Estamos teniendo un momento romántico, debes leer el ambiente ----. Regañaste divertida.

El rodó los ojos con diversión.

-----Bueno, que mi polla siga dentro tuyo no sé si sea una vista romántica para Eywa.

----¡Neteyam! ---- volviste a regañar. El Na'vi te miró moviendo sus caderas con una sonrisa ----. ¡Ah!~

Cubriste tu boca mirándolo ceñuda.

---- ¡Ya bas-ngh!

Sus caderas comenzaron a moverse suavemente y él con una sonrisa dejó un beso en tus labios.

---- Vamos de nuevo, ¿entendido bebé?

Te gustaba ser así, humana. Era difícil soltar tu pequeño cuerpo, además Eywa ya te había dado el regalo de sentirla de tener una conexión como los Na'vi. Ya eras parte de Pandora.

Ahora estaban aqui, tú y Neteyam podían tener una conexión como los Na'vi normal.

Neteyam te hizo suya bajo el árbol de las almas, pidiendo a Eywa su bendición y su eterna gratitud por haberlos puesto en el camino del otro. Se habían unido y habían dejado claro lo que eran. Una pareja, una pareja romántica sin tener que esconderse. Hubo quejas, si, pero terminaron aceptándolo o tolerando que tú fueras la pareja del futuro Olo'eyktan.

Tú y Neteyam eran tomados como una pareja de casados para el clan.

Ambos se sonrieron con amor sintiéndose completos al fin. Tal vez a veces tendrías tus arranques depresivos o tus pesadillas invadirán tus sueños o los recuerdos te abrumarían, puesto que no era tan fácil superar algo que viviste por años en unos pocos días. Estabas segura de que lo harías algún día y que Neteyam estaría a tu lado. Tendiendo su mano para ayudarte a avanzar con él.

Ya no estabas sola y todo gracias a Neteyam.

#avatar #avatar loak #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar el camino del agua #neteyam smut #jake x reader #reader x neteyam #neteyam #avatar cameron #netayam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader

[quicktosimp]

The Hunt

Kinktober Day 24 Tsu'tey

Warnings: CNC, Chasing, Rough Sex, Blood Kink, Degradation, Hair Pulling, Knife Kink, Hair Cutting (Is That A Thing?), Object Insertion, Cleansing, Safe Sane Consensual, Aftercare, Alien Biology, Cervix Penetration, P in V Sex, Breeding Kink, Cleansing Kink (Again Is That A Thing?)

A/N: This is a dark one, read the warnings

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this event together for us all to enjoy 💕

I was in Pandora’s jungle, researching the flora and fauna of the land. Being on a new planet, I didn’t like to stray far. All alone for a quick harvest of research materials in order to study the bioluminescence of plant life, the beginning of the eclipse is the perfect time to harvest. The setting sun allows the plants to start glowing while bright enough to see. While scavenging for resources and tissues to study, I felt a presence behind me. All the hair on my body stood up as my skin prickled. I looked around the plush woods, and there was nothing but greenery and the swaying of the tall trees. Believing that I was spooked over nothing, I went back to retrieve the sample I was harvesting. 

Rustling came from behind me; I turned around, my heart in my throat, but again, nothing. Not even the leaves themselves were moving. An eerie still came over the forest. Not a sound could be heard. I stood, giving up on my research. They can wait for another day. I start to pack up, placing things in my backpack. 

I hear something in the distance, but I can’t place what it is. I throw my equipment into my bag faster, not caring if it breaks. Needing to get out of here as quickly as I can, as I swing my backpack, the noise I heard is much closer: deep growls vibrate through the clearing I’m in. Stupidly, I turned toward the sound, but nothing was there, no vibrations of the plant life, no rustling, just the green of the plants, so I looked up.

There he was. A na’vi male, deep blue and stripes decorate his skin, blending him in with the foliage. He wears a necklace that covers his neck and red beads in his braids. But what is most noticeable is the bow he has drawn and pointed at me. 

I turn and run. I heard a thunk as an arrow shot the tree it was standing by seconds before. I run into the foliage, the branches of the trees and bushes whipping at my skin; shallow cuts mar my exposed arms and legs. The stinging pain fuels me to push harder; my legs are clumsy as I trip over the roots. I catch myself, and I push myself forward. I found the path and made to turn left towards the labs. Something whistles by my cheek before it hits the tree in my direction, another arrow lodged into the tree to my left. I hastily turned right, dodging the next arrow. I scream as the next arrow lands near my feet. I slip, landing on the ground before righting myself and continuing unsteadily. I looked back, trying to see where he was. Unable to spot him, I looked forward, only to be stopped by a tree. I hit it, and my face erupted in pain. 

Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back, attempting to sit up; blood flowed out of my nose as the word spins around me. I try to ignore the pain and keep crawling. The tree I hit had an old den underneath it. I crawl underneath, hoping that I can hide.

Underneath the tree, surrounded by darkness, all I could hear was the sound of my labored breaths. Blood thrummed in my ears as I strained to listen to any sounds of the na’vi male.

I wait in the darkness; nothing happens, no movement, rustling, nothing. Everything seems to be back to normal in the jungle. I hesitantly crawl forward, the dirt-digging underneath my nails. The sun has long passed, leaving the jungle dark, sprinkled with the occasional bioluminescent plant. Peeking my head out of the hole, I look around, checking for any sign of the na’vi.

I scream as a large hand gripped my hair, dragging me out of the I was hiding in. My arms collapse with the force he’s pulling me, lifting me so I’m face to face with him.

“Tsewtx vrrtep,” He growled, his eyes glowing in the darkness. 

“Please stop!” I begged, hoping he understood.

“Does the stupid vrrtep not understand me?” The male sneered, “You’re a dirty demon. A plight sullying our lands,” He brings a large blade, laying it on my chest, “I will be doing Eywa'eveng a favor by spilling your blood.” 

“No! Please! I haven’t done anything!” I cry, grasping at his wrists, trying to free my hair. 

“You’re very existence here is a sin,” His sharp fangs gleam in the moonlight, and he slowly trails his knife down my chest, leaving a trickle of blood in its wake.

“Please stop! Please! I’ll do anything!” I scream, begging. 

“Anything vrrtep?” The male purred.

“Yes, anything, just please let me go,” Sobs raked at my chest.

“Alright then,” His voice was eerily calm.

The knife left my chest, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I plummeted to the ground, a sharp pain from landing. Startled, I looked up, only to see his clenched fit, full of my hair. His knife is next to the strands. I reach up and feel my now short hair, unbelieving of what he had done. 

“Don’t look at me like that. I did what you asked; I let you go.” A sneer pulled at his plush lips, dropping the cut strands on my head.

Tears sting as they slide down my face, falling into the cuts I had received earlier. I stare up at him. I tried to back away, but he threw his knife between my legs.

“What do you think you are doing?” He snarled, “You said you would do anything if I let you go,” He picked up his knife, placing it against the collar of my tanktop, “And I know what I want in return,” He slid his blade down; cutting through my shirt and bra, leaving my chest exposed. 

I raise my arms, wanting to cover myself, but his blade jabs into the soft of my stomach; a small well of blood pours around the blade's tip.

“I didn’t say you could cover those,” The growl was deep, vibrating through his chest, “A vrrtep like you should not be on Eywa'eveng, but if you were to be cleansed, then it could be acceptable.” He drawled. 

My body shakes at his demeanor, “Cleansed?” My voice shakes with the question.

A dark chuckle comes from him, “Yes, you need to be cleansed in the seed of Eywa.” He reaches around, untying his loincloth, and dropping it to the ground.

I’m shocked still as I see the rest of his body. The loin cloth didn’t cover much, only hiding a slit under his navel that was slightly open, glowing like the bioluminescent freckles that cover the na’vi body.

He grasped my face with his free hand, “Now you’re going to be a good vrrtep, and I won’t need to use this,” Moving his blade along my chin, “You will be good for your cleansing, and you will be laro si,” He holsters his knife, “Now take off the rest,” Gesturing to my pants.

With shaking hands, I struggle with the button on my cargo shorts, unable to grip the button. As I struggle, I can see his patience waning. The frustration is evident in his eyes.

The male growled as his patience snapped. He flipped me over so I was face down with my ass in the air. 

“I try and be nice, and you fail at the simplest of tasks,” He pins me down with his large hand, and I hear him grab his knife again.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do better!” I pleaded, trying to squirm away, without avail.

“It’s too late for that,” His knife lands at the top of my ass and glides down, cutting through my shorts and panties, leaving my ass and cunt exposed to him.

I gasp at his actions as the cool air brushes against my exposed sex. 

“Well, look at that,” He seemed amused, “The tsewtx vrrtepsyìp is already wet.” 

He slides a lone finger through my folds, showing my fluttering hole to him.

“No, please,” I beg as more tears fall from my face, wetting the ground.

“Why would I stop vrrtep? Your body is begging to be cleansed,” He inserts a finger, sliding it in without pause.

“Oh fuck! It’s too big!” I groan at the burning stretch.

“Too big, nonsense, it is just a finger. You will have to take much more before the cleansing.” He comments before positioning his finger in and out of me. 

I can’t stop the moan falling from my lips as his finger hits all my pleasure spots. 

“Ahhh, see, your dirty body is begging for it,” He proclaims, sliding in a second finger, not stopping his pace for a second.

I arch my hips at the action, the burning intense as he widens me more, his powerful thrusts sliding my body across the moss-covered ground. My pert nipples grinding against the ground, bringing more sparks of painful pleasure. I can feel another gush of slick leave my pussy at the stimulations.

The male rips his fingers from my cunt, leaving my hole gaping, attempting to flutter shut before his eyes. I heard a wet sucking noise before a pop came from him.

 “I must say, I did not expect a vrrtep to taste so good.” He mused. The blush that covered my body intensified, “Now you said my fingers were too big, so I must stretch you more for your cleaning. This is all for your benefit, after all.” 

Something big and blut is pressed against my hole, pushing in. I moan as I try and jerk forward, away from the pressure seeking entry, but the lone hand spaning my back refuses to let me move an inch.

“Be careful, vrrtep. You wouldn’t want me to let go and lose my blade inside you?” His question came out as a statement.

With a final push, it pops past my entrance with a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“No! No! No! Please stop!” I beg, hoping to find a shred of mercy in him.

“Stop? Why would I do that?” He thrust the hilt in even more, “I will not repeat myself again. This is for your own good!” He snarled.

The man picked up the pace, fucking the hilt into my cunt. I could hear the wet squelching noises coming from my cunt, as my slick leaks down my thighs. I can’t help but clench around the hilt from the pleasure it brought me. Each thrust knocked the breath out of me as I gasped, trying to breathe, holding back my moans. Soon, there was no resistance around the hilt of his blade. It glided in and out of me with ease, my slick helping it move quickly.

“Now this is what I expect to see from a tsewtx vrrtep,” He slides the hilt out of my cunt completely before thrusting it back in, “An easy hole for the na’vi’s use.” 

I moan as the hilt enters me without resistance, causing stars to dance before my eyes. 

“Good vrrtep, enjoy your cleansing. You will finally be right be Eywa after this.” He purrs before removing his blade and tossing it aside, “Now we can get to the real cleansing.”

I look behind myself as he reaches into his slit, pulling out his cock. It was tapered at the tip, flowing out into large spines with the same freckles covering his body.

“No, please! You’ve already done enough!” I cry, knowing that the size alone will break me.

“You will be cleansed, vrrtep.” He hisses as he forces his cock all in on the first thrust. 

I scream from the pain. The large spines pushed past my entrance all at once, hitting my clit over and over again. My body doesn’t know whether to buck away from the pain or move towards the pleasure. I feel as tight as a bowstring while my body collapses, unable to handle it anymore. He continues to rut, unable to leave my cunt an inch, but still grinding as the spines on his cock move. They wiggle and writhe around inside me; once they find a spot they like, they become stiffer, sticking themselves to that spot, refusing to move. 

“I cannot believe how tight you are, vrrtep. It will not be long before the seed of Eywa is inside you.” He grunts, continuing to grind his hips into me.

I moan as the pleasure wins over the pain, the spines on his cock rubbing every spot I have.

“Oh fuck!” I whine, moving my hips towards him.

“Good vrrtep, take your punishment, take your cleansing.” He moans breathlessly.

The male continued to grind as all the spines on the shaft locked into place. I sighed in relief, thinking that it was over, that he would finish soon, filling me with his seed. 

“Are you ready, vrrtep?” He asks through clenched teeth, “Because you will now be filled with seed.”

The tapered tip of his cock hits my cervix, “No! Not there! You can’t go in there! I’ll get pregnant!” I scream, trying to crawl away, only succeeding in pulling on the spines in my pussy, causing painful pleasure to shoot through me.

His chuckle is menacing, “Of course you will be. You must be filled with the seed to be cleansed, but to atone for the sins of the vrrtep. You must carry one of our own.” He pins my body to the ground crushing my clit into the damp moss.

I shake as he continues to grind into me, “No, please, no,” I beg quietly.

“Do not worry. You will be a beautiful Sa’nu, and I will care for the one carrying my child.” He moans.

His tip found my cervix again, and he stilled before pushing in. As his cock tip beached my cervix, new tendrils came to life inside my cervix. They wiggled around before forming a seal. 

“I am cumming, vrrtep!” He shouts.

And cum he did. A flood of cum hit my womb gush after gush. The outline of his cock I could see before is now gone, replaced with the bloating of his cum filling me. He rolled his hips more as he came, grinding my clit into the ground, forcing me to cum. 

I scream wordlessly as I cum, my cunt tightening and fluttering about his cock, heightening our pleasure. Every wave of pleasure hit me before the previous one had ended. It built and built, causing dark spots to cover my vision. I slowly quieted down, softly moaning as my vision grew darker.

“Yawntutsyìp, are you okay? Yawnt-”

And I gave into the darkness.

Upon waking, I find myself warm, no longer on the cold ground. I am covered in a soft blanket as two arms hold me close. I look up and see my mate's face marred with worry.

“Yawntutsyìp, are you okay? You passed out on me. I have been tempted to bring you to those human healers.” Tsu’tey rushed out.

I wiggle up and kiss his lips, “Thank you, my love, but I feel amazing. I loved that a lot,” I mutter sleepily.

“Are you sure? I was rough on you. I have already washed and treated your wounds, but is there anything else I can do?” Tsu’tey asked me softly. 

“I am definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but I am happy with tonight, and if you are willing, I want to do it again,” I admit, looking up at him. 

I feel his body relax underneath my own, “Now that I know you are okay. I must admit I am surprised by how much I enjoyed this. But I am still surprised that you wanted me to shoot arrows at you,” He mutters.

“It was realistic," I countered, “I can’t believe you cut my hair,” I whined.

“You said you wanted it cut and that you wanted me to be mean, but I will fix the rest tomorrow in our kelku.” He chuckles at my whining. 

“Sounds perfect, I mutter, drifting back into sleep.

#avatar #lunaskinktober2023 #kinktober #smut #avatar smut #tsu'tey avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #tsu’tey smut #tsu’tey x reader #tsutey #tsu'tey #avatar cameron

[oakbuggy]

A commission for the lovely @jakexneytiri, whose blog is finally back ahh!! thank u for ur patience and for letting me share! I'm trying new stuff stylistically as well

AO3 here!

#smut #doodle #avatar way of water #avatar cameron #jake sully #neytiri #jake x neytiri #commission #art commisions #fanart

[iluliluu]

Neteyam seems like the type of brother to point at a bin and tell Lo’ak that’s where they found him💀

no because he so would

and then lo’ak would try to copy him by saying the same thing to tuk and immediately feeling bad when she bursts into tears, followed by jake giving out to him while neteyam smiles smugly in the background

#just brothers being brothers #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #avatar 2022 #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak sully #lo'ak avatar #tuktirey #tuk sully #jake sully #james cameron avatar #avatar cameron #avatar 2 #james cameron's avatar

[artofmacabre]

Guess who’s back

I’ve finally watched Avatar, and I’m in love, my babies😭

Btw I don’t allow to hate Spider, he is the most precious person over there.

Enjoy my five-finger sunshines

#artists on tumblr #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #kiri sully #spider #miles spider socorro #avatar fanart #avatar cameron

[putaposyinyourhair]

One Brain Cell and a Whole Lot of Mistakes

• lo’ak x spider where i constantly just torture both of them because they’re ✨dumbasses✨

• a/b/o, ye be warned and shit

• seriously au but hey! trudy lives bitches

• also posted on ao3 so if y'all wanna drop any comments, go wild fam

Lo’ak and Spider have always shared one brain cell, have been the best of friends since as far back as they can remember. Unfortunately, this fact remains true even after Lo’ak mysteriously presents— because Lo’ak has won the proverbial jackpot when it comes to his father’s genes and all the human traits that come with that; including that thing humans do where they go through a second puberty and acquire a shiny new second gender for themselves.

And Spider? Well, he’d presented years ago and apparently he and Lo’ak aren’t the only ones missing a few brain cells, because every single adult in their vicinity casually forgets to give either of them a ‘talk’ that goes any deeper than, ‘This is your second gender, here are some things your body’s going to put you through, chin up, kid.’

And so, with one brain cell shared between them and all the naïveté of a human boy completely out of his depth and a Na’vi boy fed up with his fucking lot in life, they fall into the most dramatic love affair ever seen on Eywa.

Chapter 1 - Lo'ak

“Daaaaaaaad!”

Lo’ak is near hyperventilating by the time his parents get to him, accompanied by all of his siblings— which, of course they come too, drawn in by the terror in their brother’s cry— their eyes wide, battling away the sleep still lingering persistently.

“What is it?” his dad demands, sharp gaze flitting about erratically as he crouches by Lo’ak’s side— like he’s trying to pinpoint the source of Lo’ak’s distress. “What’s going on?”

Lo’ak’s got both of his hands firmly over his crotch as he attempts to reign in his unstable breathing. His face feels ridiculously hot, and his cheeks must be completely flushed because Tuk pops out from behind their mom and reaches out to poke at his face inquisitively.

Lo’ak sputters and immediately jerks away from her touch.

In response to his unusual behavior, Tuk flinches back, her little face twisting in a frown as she drops her gaze sadly.

Lo’ak grimaces, his shoulders slumping forward just slightly. He feels like an absolute prick. He’s never pulled away from his siblings’ touch before. But he doesn’t know what the hell is happening to him.

What if he’s… contagious?

“Lo’ak,” his dad calls, voice firm. “What happened, boy?”

The man’s gaze is firmly set on Lo’ak now but still Lo’ak hesitates.

He doesn’t want to say it in front of his mother. He definitely doesn’t want to say it in front of his sisters. Kiri will hold it over his head for years, she’ll never let him forget it.

And Neteyam’s probably going to come up with a never-ending supply of stupid jokes to crack at Lo’ak’s expense. Which will inevitably just get them both grounded because at some point Lo’ak will get fed up and he’ll snap and they’ll eventually come to blows.

“Lo’ak,” his mom trills softly, one hand placed on Tuk’s head to comfort her. “Tell us.”

Lo’ak digs his two front teeth into his bottom lip and looks away for a moment, his tail swishing behind him almost violently. He does his best to take a deep breath and then screws his eyes shut.

“Something’swrongwithmydick.”

He admits it quietly but swiftly and it comes out nigh-on unintelligible. And when he cracks one eye open to take a peek at his family’s reactions, he’s met with confused frowns all around.

Neteyam has one brow arched down at Lo’ak from his place over their dad’s crouched form— his expression clearly conveying that he thinks his brother’s finally lost it. Kiri meets Lo’ak’s gaze impassively then rolls her eyes with an exasperated huff.

“Again,” their mom commands, like she’s talking to an infant and not someone who’s practically mature. “But slower.”

Lo’ak opens his other eye and glances down at where his hands are pressing down against the front of his loincloth, wincing when his tail jerks sharply and it accidentally rocks him forward, sending an acute pulse of pain up his spine.

He groans softly, then grunts to try and clear his throat— his ears twitching in embarrassment.

“There is something wrong with my dick,” he gets out through gritted teeth.

He looks up— because even though he desperately doesn’t want to see their reactions, he also really does because he needs help— but his gaze is immediately drawn to the slow, mischievous shit-eating grin that’s stretching at his brother’s lips. Lo’ak only has enough time to narrow his eyes before the asshole is speaking up.

“It’s tiny, isn’t it?”

Kiri has to physically reach up and stifle her laughter behind her hands as fast as she possibly can.

Lo’ak doesn’t bother to hold in the brief hiss their antics elicits from him.

And their mom doesn’t seem to find it as funny as they do either because she turns and Kiri abruptly schools her face into an impassive expression, dropping her hands to her hips— and she’s scarily good at doing that— but Neteyam is an idiot and so he completely deserves the sharp slap their mom delivers to the back of his big-ass head. Not that it does much because the asshole just continues chuckling, even as he rubs at the sore spot afterwards.

Tuk is too young to really understand what they’re teasing Lo’ak about and so she’s kind of just watching everyone with an openly curious look on her face.

Their dad just seems kind of disgruntled. And maybe a bit relieved. Like he’d expected something much worse. Like he’d expected to find actual danger inside Lo’ak’s snonivi. Like he’d thought he might have to kill something or someone tonight.

Lo’ak scowls.

He can’t really help but feel slightly offended that something being seriously wrong with his genitals is apparently not serious enough to warrant any immediate distress from his parents.

“There’s like… a— a round thing!” Lo’ak tries to explain, bobbing his head in an attempt to gesture down at his groin. “At the base. And it— it fucking hurts.”

His mom turns back to him with a sharp dismissive, “Tsk,” a human habit she’d definitely picked up from his dad over the years.

“Language, Lo’ak,” she reminds him pointedly. Which is ridiculous because Lo’ak swears all the time— it’s another one of those inherently human habits that he and Neteyam picked up from their dad.

Thankfully, it seems that Lo’ak’s words have achieved what he’d wanted— no, needed.

His dad’s face is blanching, his eyes wide, and it looks like there’s a million thoughts running through the man’s head at light speed.

Well, finally, some concern at last.

The thing at the base of Lo’ak’s dick throbs again— painfully— and he whines softly, doing his best to muffle the sound between clenched teeth as he wraps his tail around his own waist in a useless attempt to self-soothe.

His mother’s face clouds over with something that’s halfway between worry and perplexity and then, she glances down at her mate’s face and her eyes widen.

“Ma Jake,” she inquires softly, moving to crouch beside him. “What is wrong?”

Dad doesn’t say anything. He’s just… frozen. His eyes still moving rapidly like he’s one of those computers that the humans have up in the lab at High Camp, processing data faster than any organic creature ever could.

And Mom does not like his silence.

“Jake Sully,” she calls sharply, reaching up to mercilessly tug at one of his ears. “What is happening to our son?”

His dad winces, gasping out a soft curse. Then he kind of just falls over, let’s himself tip backwards until he’s sitting sprawled on the ground— his back pressed firmly to Neteyam’s legs.

“He’s presenting,” his dad reveals, the pitch of his voice completely monotonous— like he’s in shock. “I— I don’t… I didn’t think—”

The man cuts off his own rambling and abruptly turns to his mate, reaching out in a panic to pull her hands into his as he stares up at her with a strangely desperate look on his face. A look that clearly conveys guilt.

Their mom stills.

“Like you?” she inquires, her gaze dropping to the front of his dad’s loincloth for a split-second. And when his dad does nothing but hang his head in despair and nod, she shuffles forward and pulls his face into the soft skin of her belly.

Then she looks over at Lo’ak and Lo’ak unexpectedly jerks back.

Because there’s pity in his mother’s eyes as she looks at him.

Lo’ak feels like he’s been slapped in the face.

The lump at the base of his dick pulses again, sending sharp pain skittering along his legs and up his back again and Lo’ak’s eyes fill with tears.

And not only on account of the pain, but because it coincides with the moment his dad speaks again.

“He’s even more human than we thought.”

#loak x spider #loak sully #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #avatar fandom #avatar cameron #avatar the way of water

[asfateentertwines]

Thinking about a Kiri desperate for answers who begs Ewya to see her, to talk to her, to just give her a chance. About her slipping into the water and connecting to the tree of souls when she knows she can’t. About her crying into warm sand as she racks her brain for memories she can’t quite reach and not knowing if they’re even hers.

About a Kiri meeting an aunt she never met, who brushes the hair from her face and whispers about before all this. About a school yard and a her mother as little as Tuk. She dreams of glimpses of red hair and a teacher, not a mother yet. She can’t imagine a life as peaceful as that could really be real.

A Kiri who opens her eyes and is immediately on the floor, a narrow eyed man pulls her up and holds her shoulder tight as if he didn’t shove her to the dirt the moment before. Tsutey is barely there before he is gone but she feels strong as stone. She wants to ask what he was going to say but the ground under her feet is growing growing growing until the earth reclaims her as it did him.

Her grandfather is found when she tries to bond to a tree with a shimmer in its bark. Is not a soul tree but she thinks there’s something there. He whispers about failures. About passing his burden to his youngest daughter’s oldest son. How he almost ended a cycle. How he didn’t.

She never thought about the people in bridgehead that were like Norm, Max, Trudy, Grace - they couldn’t be people in the stories or else the fires were too hot. But she breathes in the air of one of Norms meal kits and the metal floor beneath her feet is littered with candy wrappers and paper. There’s laughter, clinking of vials, a song humming through a tinny radio, and humanity feels a little too real. Her skin suddenly feels thin, her bones weaker. Her body is too big and too awkward but there’s a haze she hopes they felt all the way til the end. She never forgets how warm the sun through a window felt on such fragile skin.

Spider is so small and so stubborn and she can’t protect him. She’s screaming into the soil, begging for her mother to tell her what to do, and then the smoke fills her lungs. She gasps, breathing in fumes and choking on the poison when his eyes meet hers. Paz Socorro has his eyes, his curls in darker little ringlets. She cries, sobbing just like Kiri. She tried to get home, she tried not to leave him. She didn’t mean to start the pattern. She was only 23, she’d never done this before. Her plane burns and all she can taste are ashes but she feels her strength in her bones, trembling as they are, and she marches home like she doesn’t remember what fire tastes like.

The answers never come plain and sometimes Kiri doesn’t think she’s one person. She thinks she’s a collection. All the souls lost on pandora, gathered and loved with her ancestors or buried beneath the dirt she walks over. She tries though, again and again and again because the heartbeat thunders so loud that she swears it’s thousands of them, begging her to find them. She loves them as much as she hates them. She clings to her mother, the large and the small, and speaks with the only voice that doesn’t shake. Thinking about Kiri who calls it a blessing because a curse is ungrateful and she can’t call them something so cruel. She was never a little girl in the same way there’s always one reaching for her hand in the quiet seconds between minutes. Thinking about how Kiri can never just be Kiri but the way it’s integral to her that she can’t ever just be the one girl she was born as. How she’s not even sure which one that is.

#kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #meta #drabble #idk what happened #have some angst #sort of #paz socorro #for a second but I think about her a lot #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar cameron

[nilnether]

Innocent Wainfleet

I was checking something else and I found out that Paul Frommer the guy who created Na'vi language has unveiled bunch of new words in September - among them this one:

layl (adj.) ‘innocent’

As I understand this is pronounced basically the same as Lyle. Na'vi names don't really have meanings but his does. I don't know if "I'm Lyle" can be used for introducing oneself in Na'vi language but even if it can't I bet Spider would still teach him to say it just to troll him. Letting him roam the world saying "I'm innocent" to confusion of everyone.

I wonder if Frommer did it on purpose because it's feels almost too meta making Wainfleet a walking oxymoron. Reminds me of Mars Attacks! parts with the invading Martians saying "Don't run! We are your friends!" while disintegrating people.

You can never trust space invaders.

Especially when everything about them is a lie

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