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razzle-zazzle · 1 year

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1207 Words; Pre-canon

Based on this ask answered by @erigold13261

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"No son of mine will be cavorting around with psychics!" Augustus' tone brokered no argument, the scraps of the pamphlet fluttering to the ground with a sense of finality.

Raz trembled, fists clenched at his sides, before running off. Nobody missed the tears scattered behind him as he ran.

Mirtala swayed on the balls of her feet. She didn't get it. She'd heard all the stories, about how fortune tellers were scary tricksters, but she didn't get it.

Raz wasn't a scary trickster. Frazie was more terrifying (more awesome, some part of Mirtala hastened to say) with a knife than she ever was juggling pinecones without hands. Her siblings didn't match Dad's stories at all.

(Queepie was still up in the air in that regard, though. But he'd always been a little bug-eyed and weird, long before he'd ever started making the radio dance with him. So Mirtala still didn't get it.)

Raz came back later that night, sulky and irritated, Dion's hand firmly on his shoulder as the two marched towards Donatella. Mirtala didn't hear what Dee said to their mother, his mouth pressed into a thin line, but there was no way for her to miss her mother's shout.

Raz had tried to run away. Supposedly. They only had Dion's word to go off of, as the one who'd caught Raz in the act of messing with Sugarcube's pen, only had a backpack full of supplies as evidence.

But Raz didn't deny it, either, cringing under his mother's scrutiny. Mirtala hadn't moved any closer to the group, and couldn't hear what he said. But his face was pinched, brows drawn together under his helmet, his hands fiddling impatiently with the hems of his sleeves.

Mirtala didn't get it. Raz got super grounded, which Mirtala did get, but she didn't get why he didn't wait until later to try.

She pretended like she didn't understand why her older brother would ever run away, turning teary eyes to Raz and asking him if he hated their family.

(She kind of got it, though. Frazie never talked about her powers for a reason. Nobody had missed the tears on Raz' face when Dad had ripped up his pamphlet, the one he read almost as obsessively as his comic books.)

"Of course he doesn't hate you," Mom reassured, when Raz had simply stared at her. "Right, Pootie?"

Raz blinked. Nodded. "Yeah." He said. "I don't hate you, Tala." His eyes spoke truth.

Mirtala hadn't asked if he hated her. She'd asked if he hated their family. She didn't correct him on this, letting the unspoken words hang loose in the air where she wouldn't have to acknowledge them if she didn't want to.

Well, whatever Raz felt, he wasn't going to get to reattempt his escape anytime soon. And Mirtala wasn't sure she could really think of it as anything other than an escape, when Raz had run off on the verge of tears, when Dion had marched him back with a hand on his shoulder.

Mirtala cast her eyes to Frazie, who was putting on a show of being more worried about Sugarcube than Raz. But she kept glancing at the caravan, her brows pinched together.

Mirtala turned to Dion, who was resolutely not looking at anyone, his jaw set tight. He wasn’t looking at the caravan, where Raz was being watched and lectured by their mother.

Mirtala turned to her father, who was…

She wasn’t sure where he was. With Nona, maybe?

Maybe Mirtala should go see Nona, actually. Dee would, when something upset him, but he was upset now and he hadn’t moved since bringing Raz back to camp. But something told Mirtala that Nona wouldn’t be one for dissecting Raz’ actions, either—Nona was great, but it was getting late, and she was probably tired. Mirtala knew she sure was.

With a huff, Mirtala wandered off to go find Queepie. Maybe he’d talk to her. Or maybe he’d be just as upset as everyone else, refusing to talk about all the awful stuff hanging in the air like Frazie and Dion.

She found him behind one of the tents, sitting on the ground and pushing pieces of paper together.

It was the pamphlet, she realized, the one that had started this whole mess.

(But it was never really the pamphlet, was it? Everyone had been frustrated lately, Raz most of all. Something would have had to give at some point.

But Mirtala didn’t really want to think about that. Everyone else was so weird when it came to feelings—they never said how they really felt about anything.

Mirtala was like that sometimes, too.)

Mirtala watched over Queepie’s shoulder as he pieced together the pamphlet, trying to read the words that had had Raz so entranced.

“Whis-pering… Rock… Sum-mer Camp.” Mirtala read. Queepie turned back to make a face at her. She ignored him. “That’s what it says, right?”

“I think so.” Queepie turned back to the pamphlet. “What’s so special about this place anyway?”

“No son of mine will be cavorting with psychics!”

“It’s special ‘cause it’s got other fortune tellers, duh.” Mirtala responded. She put her hands on her hips, coming around to stand in front of her brother. “And it’s where they learn to be more weird.”

Queepie stared at what he’d managed to assemble. The silence stretched on, and Mirtala considered giving up and going off to go entertain herself until bedtime.

“I don’t get it.” Queepie broke the silence, staring down at the pamphlet.

Mirtala had been thinking along those lines a lot, lately.

“Yeah,” She conceded, sitting down across from her brother. “I don’t get it either.” She poked at the dirt. “What makes fortune tellers so bad, anyway? Raz and Frazie aren’t bad.”

And Queepie wasn’t really bad, either. He was just weird.

Queepie looked at the pamphlet, then back at Mirtala.

“What if…” He paused, chewing the air as he contemplated what to say. “What if we went to see it for ourselves?”

“What,” Mirtala’s nose wrinkled, “like Raz?” No way. They’d get in so much trouble—

If they got caught.

Maybe Queepie was reading her mind. Maybe he saw when her eyes widened. Either way, he stood up, and Mirtala stood with him.

“It’ll be like a mission from one of Raz’ comics.” Queepie muttered, “A challenge.”

Excitement tumbled through Mirtala’s veins. Aquatos were daring! They didn't back down from challenges, and Mirtala didn't intend to, either.

“Yeah,” Mirtala declared. “We’ll make it all the way there and see for ourselves what it’s like!”

That decided, she and Queepie made their way back to the caravan. Raz’ backpack sat abandoned by one of the wheels, still full of all the stuff Raz intended to run away with. Mirtala could faintly hear Frazie saying something in the caravan—was she talking to Dion? Mirtala couldn’t see him anywhere nearby.

“Should we go now?” Queepie asked, hefting the bag onto his shoulders.

Mirtala looked at the caravan. She couldn’t hear Mom lecturing anymore. Frazie had gone quiet.

She looked around the camp. She couldn’t see Dad or Nona or anyone. She and Queepie were the only ones out right now.

Sugarcube’s cage was right there.

Mirtala made her decision.

“Let’s go.”

#zaz writes #psychonauts #mirtala aquato #queepie aquato #razputin aquato #the other aquatos are all mentioned #the babies are off on an adventure!!#mirtala's not psychic here. or maybe she is. idk it's up to interpretation #but i think it would be funny for queepie‚ a literal four year old‚ to be able to psychically pull mirtala's mind into other minds with him #the counselors are going to have their hands full #i was originally gonna put this in the ask box but then it got long and i liked it so. here it is #for all the world to see if they so choose #i almost ended it at mirtala telling queepie ''i don't get it either'' bc like. that would have been such a good ending line #but doing that would have just made this piece a ''raz fails to run away'' au #instead of a ''tala and queep go to whispering rock in his place''#me trying to hint at dion's guilt and turmoil without being heavy handed about it #bc this isn't about him #even if he made the choice that causes this whole au to spiral into existence #raz gets a nap au #tentative name for it for now

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professor-abeloved · 1 year

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OK TO REPENT FOR MY LAST LINCOLN POST

here Lincoln stans imagine ur man's doing this

All while trying to escape his father who doesn't want him to know the truth of what happened to his mother

All while hiding this from his childhood best friend who is haunted by millions of ghosts

All while not trying to get his ass kicked by a whip wielding badass lady

#ILW #It lives within #lincoln mcquoid #Hades au #Hades! Matthias 😳😳😳😳🥴🥴🥴🥴🤡🤡🤡#THANATOS! ABEL is CUUUUTE AAH #Joss is Meg but I figured more platonically #Trying to find a way for Amalia to be here MAYBE AS EURYDICE AND RO AS ORPHEUS??#Or the other way around #Wan can be dusa because they'd Def wear a maid outfit for matthias and would friendzone Lincoln #wait I CHANGE MY MIND. DEVONOAH ARE EURYDICE AND ORPHEUS #Amalia and ro can be theseus and asterius BC they are kickass <3 #ok WAIT WHAT IF INSTEAD OF GREEK GOD'S ITS FILIPINO DEITIES #Tala giving linc the blessing of the stars #apolaki mlm legend giving linc sun and war boons

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teabiscs · 2 years

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maybe post canon or au-tala

set in university so like anywhere from 18-20, tala lets his hair grow out because hes so busy with schooling. and when he comes back (because he goes to college in siberia or whatever idc)

everyone’s like tala your hair!!! because its not gelled up and it goes down his back. and tala will laugh and be like yeah, i kinda forgot about it this whole time. and he’ll run a hand through it and push it back. “usually i just pull it back or tie it up”

bryan calls him pretty.

talas like bryan shut up. and his face is as red as his hair. but he’s giving bryan a nasty look.

and bryans like but you do! you also look very submissive and breedable.

and spencers just like “Bryan for once can you please be normal.” and ivans like “tala aren’t you glad you're back in moscow?”

#beyblade headcanons #beyblade shitpost #long haired none gelled up tala is so pretty #bryan is a menace #and probably the reason tala finds a white hair before he's thirty.#tala is a tsundere change my mind

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tuxedokit · 1 year

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👀 Tell me more about this favoritism idea. Have all of her children been favorites at one point, or did it shift from the ever-praise-seeking Dion to, say, Mirtala?

honestly mirtala was where my mind had gone with that, even though i wrote that thread over a year ago. not to be overly open or anything, but a lot of it was recognizing familiar behaviours and projecting my own experience being my step father's favourite child onto dion.

and, honestly, its the biggest reason why i have trouble liking donatella. the writing is too familiar, too similar to both the fathers i had in my life, who both emotionally manipulated me and hurt me a lot. they both loved me, i know that, but they showed it in ways that tore me apart.

burnt out favourite kid recognizes burnt out favourite kid, and dion looked way too familiar to me when i first played pn2. shes only looking more like a reflection as i go on. just... a much meaner one.

#carpet shut up challenge #psychonauts #dion aquato #sorry this got a little trauma dump y i just #i have a lot of feelings about this particular hc #and everything around it #i do thoroughly believe donatella will move on and favour a different child eventually #and i dont know why but my heart says its tala and that makes me so sad for her #and like me dions gonna fall apartndesperately trying to pull that relationship back together #which is only gonna hurt them more in the end #i honestly dont even know if anyone could get that idea out of her mind other than dona #cause it took my steo father being outed as an abuser for me to realize i was mistreated #anyway #abuse mention #sorry about all that #but yeah this is. a very personal hc lmao

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oakbuggy · 5 months

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Liar, Liar chapter 1

Recom!Neteyam x female OC

Summary : Tala of the Tawkami gets captured by a familiar face and to both of their misfortune, they are trapped together due to circumstance. They are extremely vexed by this and each other and also very horny.

Warnings: Minors DNI, non-con+dub-con, explicit smut, dirty talk, authority, power struggle, mentions+depictions of blood, minor violence, character death, marking, biting, scenting

!! Each chapter will have images throughout the chapter, only the AO3 will have the NSFW-uncensored versions. Please keep this in mind as you read !!

Chapter 1 (NSFW) ~5.2k words

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Tala grimaced every time a bullet was fired, noisily ripping through the greenery no matter where it was aimed.

She stayed huddled in a thicket, eyes darting through the leaves and flowers and rain.

Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. They were supposed to be the scouting party, that’s it, it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. But the tawtute sterile and foul scents proved otherwise.

The sudden downpour helped to mask all individual Navi scents, but it also made it harder to know where anyone was. Seeing a cluster of roots with just enough space for her smaller body to fit, Tala slid into the safety of the crevice, disturbing only blades of grass.

At least, that’s what she hoped.

And she was glad her years of alchemy training didn’t fail her because through the blood, ash, and mist, she smelled a much less offensive sterile scent. The rain was dampening it, but the odor of tawtute fabric stuck to their skin. Just her luck to have a dream walker hovering so close to her, but better her than another. She was technically a warrior, as all alchemists of the Tawkami went through the same rites of passage, but she honestly barely qualified as a fighter. Tala would’ve wildly preferred being someone’s pretty mate and just experiment all day for new recipes and poultices.

Tala stayed absolutely still, her green eyes glued to the entrance of the roots. She looked down at her hands, her entire body folded into the smallest ball she could be, frowning a bit at the scars and scuffles. She could imagine her friend scolding her for paying attention to such things when she was being actively pursued-

A gun’s barrel burst through the entrance of the roots and shot through her hair.

Tala screamed and thrashed, kicking the gun out of the way she forced her body outside of the root’s crevice. She reached into her satchel on her hip and flung coarse powder into the assailant’s face. The rain solidified on the soldier’s face and she scrambled away through the jungle.

The RDA soldier coughed and hissed behind her, empty-handed save for one of the pink flowers that were decorated throughout Tala’s hair. He crushed it and gave chase, abandoning the gun. He didn’t need it.

Tala jumped through all manner of branches and foliage. If she had time to think, Tala would be praying to Eywa now to save her, air burning her lungs.

The dream walker was insufferably graceful, talented at keeping his eyes on her. Tala dared a look back and gasped. She didn’t realize until too late that her foot stepped on only air beyond the edge of a steep glade.

“N-Netey-OOf!” The soldier fully pounced on Tala, which only sent them toppling. Large hands clawed into her sides as the two of them rolled down, slowly coming to a painful stop of groans and blooming bruises on their heads and limbs. Immediately the soldier got to his feet while his target was violently backing away, clawing through the grass. It couldn’t be him, he’s been dead for years now. It was a trick of the light, the rain entered her eye, she was being delusional, desperate.

As if a cruel trick of Eywa’s, Tala found herself back in the start, she had burrowed into a large and hollow tree trunk and was again trapped inside it. From the darkness outside, a hand burst through the entrance and clawed at her hair, impartial as to whether it wanted to pull her out or claw its way inside.

She was slapping, thrashing, the soldier’s large gloved hands were searching for her neck through her thick, loose curls. Her nails caught on the soldier’s green military headband, ripping it off to reveal a large, star-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead. He snarled but now so close, Tala froze.

Sunlillies and tree bark. A nostalgic smell.

She stopped, letting the soldier squeeze her neck, as her wide green eyes blinked upwards, staring at his face.

“Neteyam? Is it really…?” Tala started to whisper, she felt around at his hands. Four fingers, not a dream walker. She kept trembling eyes on his face, it looked so much like him. Even the way his forehead wrinkled when his brow raised in perplexity, now a large scar resting right above it. Yellow eyes met green and all the terror-induced adrenaline Tala had pumping through her was now going straight to her heart.

The soldier had also long stopped, stunned. Stunned by her scent, of spiced honey and rose, scents that he attributed to the environment than to her. The hammering pain he felt in his skull, from his scar, had dissipated drastically. He realized who he was holding.

“Tala.” His voice was low, uncharacteristically unsure.

She wanted to open her mouth and ask all the right questions, the smartest ones, but her mouth stayed silent. The soldier slowly loosened his grip. She looked at the name tag on his uniform. ’T. Sully’.

He allowed some minute bit of space between them, their breaths warming each other up from the cold of the constant rainfall. Tala eyed his scar, blackened and old.

“You’ve been poisoned.” Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. As if simply saying something was enough, the RDA soldier lunged back into her, his face in her hair and arms encompassing her. She made a strangled, distressed noise.

“N-Neteyam! What are you-“

“Shut up.” It felt like a shadow covered her body, snuffing Eywa’s light on her. The voice, low, husked into the shell of her ears. Cold. It was very cold. The usual comfort she’d feel hearing his voice was missing.

When Tala tried to pull back, Neteyam’s hands tightened painfully around her body, squeezing her impossibly closer. His head hasn’t felt this at peace since he ‘awoke’. The headache was mercifully lessened each time he breathed in the Tawkami girl’s scent. Months felt like decades of torture, something for him to shoulder with each waking moment. Everything hurt his head, it was constant and numbing but somehow, with her…

A whine cried out of her throat, her breath felt constricted. Tala tried to scramble her fingers around the sleeves of his black shirt, clawing at the fabric and trying to push him away but to no avail. His tactical harnesses, both on his chest and around his legs, dug into her skin painfully.

“Let go of me.” Tala weakly hissed into his hair even though her arms, though tense, felt so weak. Brittle.

Neteyam hissed.

“Just stay still. Don’t you understand how easy it is for me to kill you?”

Tala stilled, confused. She was used to being admonished, by many people, yet she’s never known the Omaticayan to waste time for a kill. She noticed though the shallow pressure of his broad chest against hers, the lowest and quietest inhale.

He was smelling her.

This na’vi may no longer be Neteyam, a shadow that shared his name, but still, something stirred in Tala when she realized this. Stupid feelings she thought were buried and dead.

“Killing me by smelling me then, are you?” She mumbled, taking the gamble. No matter how overpoweringly soothing her scent was, Neteyam felt irritation rise at her words. That’s right, she’s always been sort of a pain to talk to… They’ve met twice before and both times left him feeling embarrassment and indignation. For what exactly, he couldn’t recall.

Still, his tail swished irritably now. He sat up to see her face to catch a glimpse of those green eyes that constantly taunted whoever had their attention.

Great mother, he wished he didn’t remember her so the thought that she’d only gotten prettier wouldn’t enter his head.

“Don’t push me, Tawkami. How haven’t you changed at all?” He snarled, venom dripping from his maw. Tala frowned and sunk her claws into his uncovered bicep, earning a small hiss. His hands curled again around the column of her neck, lightly squeezing.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she started seeing spots in her vision. Somehow, the universe both gave her a gift and a curse. Eywa returned his body to her, but not his mind. No more gentle hands, no kind eyes, no bashful expressions, or the comfort of his silhouette. She felt so entirely bitter to have hoped at all.

“Maybe I’ve not changed at all…” Tala felt like the headband in her hand was suddenly too heavy, she didn’t want it.

“But you’ve changed too much.” She finished, her stare was acidic.

“I died. And now I’m back and I’m forced to bear the consequences of it.” His voice was stern but quiet. Tala’s brows furrowed. Then her eyes went back to his large scar. From her studies, it truly looked poisoned, festering, and painful but the skin on top was healed. She was confused, na’vi were not the type to hide scars.

Tala reached around and placed his headband slowly back around his forehead. Delicate fingertips felt like burns along his skin and Neteyam was ready to crack her neck at any sign of force.

“The poison?”

No response. She scowled.

“Poison’s made you a bore too?” Tala let out a loud gag when his large thumbs momentarily dug into her throat.

“Still so foolish and mouthy.” The soldier growled. ‘Poisoned’ was a strange way to call his ever-present migraine, but seemed close enough. Unfortunately, the cure to that headache was another one in the form of an incredibly annoying woman. His patience was thinning.

“But you still find me so pretty, don’t you? Otherwise, what’s taking so long, hmm?” Her tone and smile were sickly sweet, just the way he always hated it.

The consequences were immediate, Neteyam nearly buried Tala into the ground, knocking whatever little breath she had left. He forced her legs around him in the struggle and went for her neck to suck and bite. She yelped when rough fingers clenched at her hair and pulled her closer to him.

Her words incensed him and now he knew that Eywa cursed him, why did this loathsome woman have to smell so good, and have to smile so lovely and be so soft?

“You’ve always been so fucking-“

She could feel Neteyam’s tongue and fangs scrape over her neck. Her strangled yelps stopped when Neteyam roughly pushed the stiff tent of his pants against her thigh.

“Annoying, so fucking full of yourself-“

She saw only a flash of golden eyes glaring at her before she felt lips crash onto hers. Fangs clashed against each other and Neteyam stuck his tongue into her mouth. Tala was mortified when she could immediately feel a heat pool in her belly. The musk of his arousal was so dizzying even through the thick camo fabric.

She wanted to say she struggled heroically but in shame, Tala’s will crumbled quickly. The kiss was just so bruising, so angry, she stopped struggling to focus on twisting his tongue and stealing his air.

Neteyam didn’t break the kiss as he ripped the gloves off his calloused hands, now feeling desperate to lose himself in her smell and her softness. He groped at her waist and squeezed the roundness of her hips, now her smell was intoxicating, tinged with her desire. He moaned at the contact, practically rutting his clothed cock against her. Tala could feel slick gather underneath her tewng, she knew for sure a wet spot was already leaking through it.

His hand stilled and Tala could finally look at him, tense. Neteyam seemed only to revel in it, his pupils enlarging further, brows furrowed, he looked near enraged. With him or with her, Tala figured it was probably both.

“What are you doing, Neteyam?” She rasped, conflicted and now hot and bothered. Her only answer was him sucking her clavicle hard, hands now groping at her tits wantonly.

Sense returned to Tala’s head and she started kicking at him, kicking around his much larger, muscular waist.

“Get away-oh!” She screeched when suddenly he was picking her up, making her back bend uncomfortably around the roof of the hollow tree, she was practically sitting on his shoulders now. His head was between her thighs and the wet muscle of his tongue was digging through her tewng, getting her wetter and wetter. She smelled divine here and he licked a long strip over the thin cloth, he could feel her heat on his tongue.

Unable to keep her balance she gripped the back of his head, his neck, the slope of his back, just anything so she wouldn’t topple over. Squeezing her thighs around his face only seemed to goad him on further.

“Neteyam!” Tala said, choking on her drool as the heat of her core rose exponentially with Neteyam’s sudden worshipping.

“I’m going to taste you. Don’t stop me.”

The announcement makes her cunt clench around nothing and she stills. Her face is on fire, she is so conflicted by the way he was squeezing her ass and how completely and uncomfortably drenched her cunt was- Neteyam pushed the tight fabric of her tewng to the side and started lapping at her pussy lips.

“Ooohh, oh, fuck!” She moaned, feeling just so filthy. His rough and wet tongue pressed against her hole, licked long strips against it and he dug for deeper, more of her juices. The more those juices dripped down his face, the more he lapped it up hungrily. He was just fucking gone, nothing hurt anymore and only extreme pleasure was left in his wake. His ego preened as he listened to her muffled whimpers like a favored song, she was not so annoying when his tongue was deep in her cunt like this. He thinks he prefers her like this, hanging onto him desperately, legs wide for him.

Neteyam felt like he could cum from just the sound of her desperate whines alone.

“Net-Nete…” She whispered his name harshly but could barely form it. The coil of heat in her belly was tightening oh so much, and when Neteyam’s nose burrowed further onto her clit, her eyes glazed over in pure ecstasy.

He sucked at her clit and groaned at the sweetness that exploded on his tongue. In his mind, it was his private feast and the satisfaction he got from making this irritable woman melt in his hands was simply an appetizer.

Her eyes rolled back, the spring snapped and she closed her legs impossibly tight around his face as she came so hard she saw white. Her body stiffened, even her tail squeezed tightly around Neteyam’s bicep, and after agonizingly long seconds, her body went limp.

To her vague surprise, he was still completely supporting her despite her relaxing her whole weight over him.

To the extreme surprise of her nerves, he was still swallowing all her excess liquids, now sucking over her reddened and puffy cunt for just a bit more savory sweetness.

“N-nete- I-came…” She said in broken mewls and weakly pawed at his back, eyes starting to water from the overstimulation. He, of course, didn’t stop, he didn’t even hear her. “It’s too much, stop…” She said a bit louder and dug her nails deeper into his back, but still Neteyam didn’t budge.

He basked in massaging her twitching, sticky cunt, the way it pulsated around his tongue, and flinched at every light scrape of his teeth. He only wished he had enough space to soak his fingers in her until she was hiccuping and the pads of his fingers were pruney.

Tala felt another orgasm crash through her and this time she wailed, body staying limp, hair cascading over her and over Neteyam’s back. Her cunt was now hurting and she was struggling to keep conscious.

She blinked at the distance, seeing the flash of yellow plastic. The Compass. She had pressed random buttons in the struggle, trying to get the dog tags or his uniform name as she knew the device could record nature, likenesses. Tala continued trying to blink away tears but before she knew it, her eyes clamped shut and everything went dark to the constantly stinging and tingling texture of Neteyam’s tongue.

It was maybe 20 minutes before the RDA na’vi noticed her noises were considerably muted and her body felt boneless. He swallowed the rest of his fill, he had practically licked her clean before he let her body completely relax on the jungle floor.

He stared down at her figure and took another deep breath, his migraines truly were gone.

She had said that he was poisoned. Neteyam clicked his tongue as he readjusted her coverings and hoisted her over his shoulder.

To the detriment of both of them, she seemed to be the only cure he had for now.

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When Tala came to, it was as violent as she had never hoped it to be.

She screamed, static coursing through her entire body and when an RDA soldier shut it off, her whole body felt numb. She could barely see the bright white linoleum floor as two combat boots came into view.

A large hand forcefully tilted her head up and she grimaced.

“Well, outta all the biters you could’ve brought back, you chose a pretty one.” The dream walker said, his face was aged and his hair was cut extremely short. He had a square jaw and aged features, along with thick eyebrows. He let Tala’s face fall carelessly as he stood back up straight.

“That better not be the only reason you chose her, Corporal Tom.” His voice was hard. Tala was vaguely aware of her body being strapped vertically onto a table and only able to move around her neck, though she barely had the energy to lift it anyway.

“No, sir, Colonel Quaritch, sir.” It was Neteyam. Voice cold and unfeeling, just like how he had first talked to her. No sunlight, no warmth. “She is of the Tawkami clan and has knowledge of all of Pandora’s natural resources as an alchemist and healer. She will be of use in identifying plants still undiscovered.”

Quaritch simply stared hard at Neteyam, or, Corporal Tom, and grumbled quietly. The Phoenix II reconditioning program had worked almost miraculously well, but the older soldier still had his suspicions. He was somewhat aware of the change he himself was facing since the Skirmish at the Three Brothers years ago, so he had to keep a close eye on the former Sully boy.

It’s been a fast year since his reawakening, and to Quaritch’s knowledge, he was pretty sure the kid spent his ruts alone and barely interacted with those outside of the Recombinant Squad if even them. The… experience left him angry, which was great on the battlefield. Not for making sure his head was all there even in downtime though.

The colonel kneeled low to look at Tala’s face clearly, her head still hanging. Easy on the eyes at least, would it be so bad for him to have his own little fucktoy? It wasn’t regulated, but some prisoners became favored partners of the Recoms or other reawakened Na’vi, if at least to help with their monthly biological needs.

“I know you can understand me doll face, most of the Tawkami does by now.” He started with a cold hostility in his tone. Tala kept silent, trying to steel herself. She didn’t want to die, but she’d welcome any return to Eywa with open arms before helping these demons.

“To make everything crystal clear, I’m going to say this once. You make a peep of trouble, we shoot you. You fuck up, we shoot you. We’re not animals mind you, you play by our rules and you can live a reasonable life of use to us. Just don’t give us a reason to kill, and we won’t, sweetheart.” His seethe ended in a cruelly humored smile and Tala was feeling her blood run cold looking at him.

Quaritch rolled his eyes emphatically when she stayed silent.

“Gonna need to hear that you understand, doll face.” He rumbled and she pursed her lips. She nodded.

“…yes. I do.” Tala said, English heavily accented but understandable all the same. Quaritch stood to his full height, carelessly letting go of her face.

He turned to Neteyam with a scowl.

“Well, you got your fucktoy, Corporal Tom. Enjoy it.” He meanly snarled, getting close to Neteyam. The younger didn’t flinch, both of them staring intensely into the other’s glowing eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Quaritch waved his hand and another blast of shock scorched Tala’s body, making her scream in pain. Tala balled her hands and felt tears burn down her face as pain shocked through every bone in her spine.

Quaritch searched Neteyam’s face for any ounce of care, even the faintest inclination to help her. The colonel didn’t want any emotional bullshit conflict, he had his own to deal with.

Not even a flicker towards her figure, despite her screams getting shriller. Quaritch sent the operator a glance and finally, Tala was given a break from the torture. Her whole body sunk, the restraints digging into her skin, though she couldn’t feel it. Tala breathed hard, her body still twitching from the pain. It felt like her eyes and ears were bleeding, she wanted to vomit.

The older soldier smiled lightheartedly.

“Just a little welcome present,” Quaritch said, then passed by the younger and clapped his shoulder. “Look alive, soldier. Get her ready and cuffed. I’ll ask the eggheads which lab needs a hand. Don’t take too long.

When he left the room, Neteyam nodded his head at the operator to also make his exit.

Now they were alone. His footsteps towards her were silent, she only knew he was so close because his shoes came into view.

Tala twisted her head to at least be able to peer up at his face. She was aching thoroughly, but the soreness of her crotch especially made her sport quite a mirthful smile.

“Did you like the taste enough to keep me?”

Neteyam scowled then smirked.

“Almost as much as you liked creaming on my tongue.” He taunted back and his smirk grew as he saw Tala’s pretty smile get wiped off her face instantly.

A surprisingly soft grip supported her chin, and she raised her head to meet his eyes. While he still wore the harness and cargo pants, he was no longer wearing his tactical vest. She could clearly see the broadness of his shoulders, how sculpted and wide his chest was under the tight black shirt. Eywa really picked favorites.

Neteyam’s nose twitched, as it usually did with irritation.

“Be thankful I didn’t kill you. At least now you can be of use.” His voice had a sharper edge that made Tala glare at him. The stale light of fluorescent bulbs didn’t seem to suit either of them.

“Of use? Like you are to the vrrteps(demons), kavukte(traitor)?” Tala hissed, green eyes flashing with indignation. She wanted to bite his fingers off. Neteyam’s jaw tensed.

“What are you planning, Neteyam? What do you want?” She pushed, her voice much more hoarse than she thought it would be.

“I’m saving this planet by ending the Na’vi people’s resistance, Tawkami. They are being manipulated by Eywa, it’s not their fault, but they refuse to listen. Eywa keeps the People from growing, and she is the reason they suffer now. The humans will save us.” Neteyam said with such finality and clarity that it unsettled her, like lines practiced over and over again.

“Eywa keeps the balance, Neteyam, the vrrteps are selfish, they take and take. You know this, I know you do.” Her voice was pleading now, nerves heightened. She wanted desperately for him to listen to her and see reason.

“Then even this is part of Eywa’s plan, no? To let the sky people take and take. It was the sky people that saved me, not Her.” He said with a growl.

Tala couldn’t bear to listen anymore and ripped her face away from his grip, squeezing her eyes shut.

Wretched words, cruel thoughts that didn’t sound truly like his.

“The vrrteps did not save you, Neteyam. They were the ones that killed you! Lo’ak-.” Four fingers clamped her mouth shut and the amber pool of his eyes seared into hers.

“I remember everything. And my life was over far before Lo’ak’s stupidity got me shot.” He seethed, pupils in threatening and aggressive slits. Tala scowled, ears pinned to the side of her head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Jake. He ended my life long before that battle. Then replaced me before my body even turned cold, and now I live every single day in torture!” His words suddenly erupted in anger, violently surfacing above. Resentment emanated from every word and his hurt was suffocating. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get through to him, she was not the person he needed now. He needed Kiri or Tuk, he needed his family.

Tala was suddenly reminded of how small a part of his life she really embodied. At most a week’s worth of memories, years stretched in between. Barely any history.

She wanted to entertain that maybe it was her good looks and charming personality that made her memorable, but Tala wasn’t completely dumb. Neteyam had always been surrounded by attractive, talented navi, better yet, members of his own clan he could court.

Those infuriatingly beautiful eyes, making her think unnecessary things right then. Because that time was over, and these feelings didn’t matter. They never have.

“So your life is over, and now you’re ‘Corporal Tom’. Why does the Corporal want me?” Tala wondered out loud, biding for time as she scanned the room. White, eye-achingly so, metallic, plastic, unnatural, sterile, cold.

His waw tensed as he didn’t answer.

“Honestly, it’s looking like you’re obsessed with me.” Tala said with an entirely syrupy sweet and contemptuous smile. A fire started growing in her mind.

He lived every day in pain. And the scar looked blackened; poisoned and now hidden. Navi don’t hide scars. And suddenly he’s smelling her and eating her out as if she was his ambrosia.

Tala crinkled her eyes and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, does being around me help with the hurt, poor sky demon warrior?”

When Tala saw his tail swishing in angry large strokes, she knew her answer, unable to contain how pleased she was now. It was laughable, for both of them, truly! She went through her mental alchemy compendium, considering what and how effected him. Relief through her scent, then arousal? Or minor dosage of comfort through scent then a substantial through oral consumption?

Tala sighed internally, this would have been a wonderful opportunity to experiment with the effects of this mind poison if it wasn’t for all the guns and threats and torture.

Neteyam suddenly and wordlessly stripped off her floral top.

“Neteyam!” She screeched, though his eyes just wandered along her chest, tits soft and dotted with dark pink nipples. Tala flinched violently away when large fingers pinched at her flesh, but still they continued to play and bruise the sensitive buds without care. Tala strangled a mewl in her throat, mortified. He had stayed too silent all this time, she should have known something was boiling in him.

And indeed there was, he hated her insolence and her overactive brain, how she pieced things together so damningly quickly.

“Nothing will get you to shut up, will it.” Neteyam mused out loud, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched it hard and Tala yelped.

“Remind yourself that you have no power here, Tawkami. At most, you’re a stress toy.” He said in a deceptively simplistic manner. As if to make the point stick he stuck thick gloved fingers in her mouth, pushing teeth and tongue. Neteyam stared, daring her to bite him. She didn’t.

“Smart toy, good toy.” He mumbled then, eyes narrowing in self-satisfaction. Tala’s face went hot but she kept compliant.

“Stay good, and I won’t break that thin neck.” Neteyam said, pushing his fingers in her mouth deeper. She gagged and Neteyam felt a familiar throbbing in his pants.

He stopped and then leaned over her like a predator, almost growling.

“I can smell how bad you want me. If you’re good, I’ll fuck the brat out of you until you’ve had your fill.”

Tala closed her eyes, just so completely humiliated yet so aroused, it made her fume. Neteyam smiled smugly when he saw her expression. He liked seeing her when she was too frustrated to do anything else but let her face turn red.

Tala grumbled something under her breath. His ears caught something about him being a horny psychotic asshole. So he proved her point.

“AH!” Sharp fangs sunk into the crook of her neck. He was-he was biting her, marking her! Neteyam was nearly crushing her small shoulders still as he bit down, blood beading and staining her skin.

“Great Mother, what is wrong with you?!” Tala was screaming, now jerking her body this way and that. She didn’t care that it made it more painful, she didn’t care that flecks of her blood were landing on his face and the rest of her body.

But neither did he, he let his fangs stay sunk into her skin, he seemed to be enjoying her struggling, the fucking asshole-

When Neteyam finally stood up, there were thin dribbles of saliva and blood running down his chin and he wiped it off with the heel of his glove carelessly.

Tala was breathing hard, confused and so horribly aroused, she didn’t even want to know how much of a mess she looked then. Her skin was on fire, she was barely aware of the tears running down her cheeks, tears of anger.

Her green eyes shined brighter in her shock, pink lips parted in terrible confusion. Her hair was a mess, braids no longer neat and curls in her face, sticking to her cheeks with her tears. And now the side of her neck, bitten into and punctured, like a pearl necklace of blood.

Neteyam thought it was the prettiest he’d ever seen her. And by Eywa his head felt the most relieved it’s been by far.

“A horny, psychotic asshole, right?” He said smugly, daring any more rebellion from her in his tone and she glared viciously at him. Neteyam merely kept his head raised and roughly pulled up her top.

He turned away and left once the doors slid open, whispering something to the tawtute waiting outside. He didn’t take any look back, he didn’t need to.

Tala felt hostility bubble in her gut, marking was for mates, not whatever the hell this was. Not from whatever he was!

The scientist walked in and pulled out a needle, making her ears pin to the back of her head. The injection went in so quickly, Tala could only remember those yellow eyes, searing into her.

It made her want to gag.

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spearxwind · 9 months

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Whole gang's here :]

#first thing im able to actually sit down and draw in two months barring some color tests i did for talas and hades #if my kids are the thing that pulls me out of artblock again im gonna laugh sooo fucking hard dudes lmao #anyway god i love these guys so much. i really do #windyart #extinction #alex #riptide #c #danger #ethan #orion #its been SOOOO LONGGG since i drew danger too god damn but i love them so muhc too i missed em #tbh i missed all these guys a LOT you cant even imagine. the shame of the comic was just weighing so harshly on my shoulders #i think now if i accept im not gonna go back to it for my own wellbeing i actually can have fun with these guys again #also im trying to do diff things with the colors and textures on sketches!! i be experimanting 👍#not quite what i had in mind but its enough for now!#i may be emotional a little bit ough ough ough

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lexiene · 5 months

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[ ✧ ° : thoughts # 37 : ° ✧ ]

Im extremely longed for holding hands (ಥ_ʖಥ)

"How's the baby? Is there anything you need?" Megumi whispered beside you on the edge of the bed and he was sitting on the chair that he pulled out from near table so he could comfort you during your pregnancy scares.

You shook your head and only gripped his hand tight and nuzzle your cheek on it. Because you really asked him to this for like one hour ago and now you still holding his hand, Megumi didn’t mind even the time passes he will not let go.

“Do you think they will be okay?” You broke the silence and thoughts about the baby how would they do if they’re born. Will they be okay?

Megumi thought for a moment “I don’t know for now, but I am sure they’ll be healthy and strong just like their mother." He smiled and rub his thumb to your knuckles as message to you and for the baby.

You happily laugh, Megumi needs that sound of your comfortability and the scares is fading away from your face replacing calm and soft state as he adjust the fluffy comforter because he already know how to handle your pregnant belly (thanks to Nobara) can get itchy at times and you'll call for him to apply your favorite lotion, Munchkin Mama.

"Could you um..get me some Taho from Aunt Tala, she called in the morning she said she made me some of her special taho and I happily agreed, so I said to her I let you know to so you could fetch me some since I'm eating for two now." You blush, not being able to get the food on your own thinking it would be bother to Megumi since he's been busy with his mission in order to make things better. And you felt weak for him.

"Okay, I'll go get some, if you let me release my hand," He grins a bit waiting for the response to release his hand from your grip without forming tears from your eyes.

He loves teasing you a bit.

You pout and shook your head in 'no way' sign and gripped his hand even more, and he is right the hormones are kicking in again he sighed.

What is he going to do with you? tehee

"Don't forget to bid 'bye bye' to our baby," you teasingly giggle and rub your tum tum receiving a soft nudge from their kicking feet.

Megumi softly chuckle and bend down again next to the bed and you pull down the comforter so that he could see your beautiful mountain belly with streaks represents the roots of beautiful fertility of a mother that your husband starting to love it so much.

"Alright, alright, I'll be back in a few minutes with your sweet taho," he leans his ear to your belly and puts his hand on top and smoothly rubs "Don't strain your mother too much or she'll cry for help again while I'm still gone, you understand that?"

A big nudge or rather (soft) kick him on the cheek as if the baby saying 'Yes yes! Hurry up and get it'

"Looks like they're demanding it right now, Gumi~ hurry up and get us the sweets~!"

Oh dear.

He'll definitely need to go out now!

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ahemnaaaasebenyaaaa · 2 months

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Ok so yeah this is my first time drawing on my phone and bear with me please it's probably shitty as hell but hey am trying, also I really don't like coloring but I want to start doing so to improve my self and because I would love to be able to draw some majestic fanarts with lights and shadows and stuff haha and there you have it

Also please don't mind I draw Kai in a strange way haha but I love it also I will post the black and white version of it too

#beyblade #ahem anyway #beyblade brain rot #kai hiwatari #tala ivanov #yuriy ivanov #because i can #i love them so much don't mind me #fanart #anime art #don't mind me i draw kai in areally wierd way but i love it #they are so cute #I also feel like tala looks weird but hey I love him sm #love it

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Hello love could you do one with aemond being betrothed with daemons and rheas daughter and his super whipped with his future lady of runestones because she’s just like her late mom mixed with that crazy Targaryen gene.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Aemond x reader

summary: Aemond being betrothed with daemons and rheas daughter and his super whipped with his future lady of Runestones because she’s just like her late mom mixed with that crazy Targaryen gene.

Word count: 1,5K

Warnings: Fluff, Sword fighting

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"Higher" Your father instructed attacking you yet again, you raised your sword high defending his attack pushing him away. Your father smirked twirling his sword as he circled you. You refused to turn around and kept the same position eyes trained on the crowd that stood around you two watching.

You did not have to see to know he was about to attack from behind. You turned around a second too early and deflected his attack. Your father chuckled but attack again you raised your sword meeting the attack with your own, you were nowhere near your father in strength so you used strategy and pushed the sword making him circle the sword before dropping it a couple of feet away.

You stood facing each other panting, you had your sword in hand still while your father was weaponless. He raised his hands up in defeat smirking at you. The crowd around you began clapping and murmuring to one another, especially the ladies about how manly your actions were and how they would never wish someone like you for their sons and brothers.

"Well done, tala" Daughter. Your father picked up Dark Sister strapping her by his side again. You threw your sword at your sworn sword to put away. Your father wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you away from the crowd.

"I was taught only by the best" You snickered. He glared down at you pushing you away playfully.

"Ah yes your mother" He rolled his eyes. You grinned and wrapped your arm around him again holding him in place.

"I love you as well, kepa" Father. He hugged you again resuming your walk up the stairs where Rhaenyra was waiting for you two.

"Finally you two are done, you have to bathe and wear something nice, father wishes to have dinner with all of us" Rhaenyra instructed. She pulled away from your father before he could wrap an arm around her. She had a disgusted look on her face. Still having his arm wrapped around you, you tilted your head to smell below his arm scrunching up your face in disgust.

"Yes father, you smell like a dead horse" You pulled away from him. His face flashed to an offended look bringing his hand up to show his hurt.

"You too young lady, if he smells like a dead horse you smell like a dead bull" Rhaenyra defended your father without a second thought. You scrunched up your face at the choice of animal.

"Ha" Your father cried pointed at you smirking. You pushed his finger away grumbling as you walked away. You couldn't help the small smile from brightening your face at the sound of you father's laugh as he followed Rhaenyra to their room.

Your handmaidens helped you bathe quietly and dressed you in a black dress with some red dragons sewed on the shoulders and in the middle of your bodice above your breasts. You put on a whit gold necklace with a ruby in the middle with matching earrings. Your hair was made into several braids and pulled back out of your face but still cascaded down your back in beautiful waves when dried. It was Jace who had escorted you to the room by the orders of Rhaenyra, not that you minded, Jace was a bright kid who also insisted on High Valyrian lessons with and chose your quick walk as an opportunity to practice some of it.

You two were one of the last to arrive only minutes before the King and Queen. You were sat beside Jace with Aemond on your other side and Aegon and Helaena on his other side. You were grateful that you were not sat beside the drunk, at least Aemond did not bother you, he did not talk to you at all a matter of fact.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you all here around me" Your uncle spoke gleefully although he looked minutes away from death. You smiled at him when your eyes met and raised your cup saluting him before taking a sip.

"I would like to use this supper to announce a new betrothal in the family between my son Aemond-" Everyone turned to look at Aemond beside you. He raised his eyebrow at the attention but gave no other reaction.

"_and my beautiful niece, may their marriage prove to be filled with love and fruitful in Runestone" Your uncle raised his cup with his good hand. Your eyes snapped to your father awaiting his reaction. He gave you a nod to show he had known of this and raised his cup along with Rhaenyra.

You took your cup and turned to Aemond who did the same. You two saluted each other before taking a sip form your cups. Aegon on the other hand gulped his entire cup down and demanded someone refill his cup again. Aemond pushed his chair back and stood up with his cup raised in front of him.

"I would like to raise my cup to Lady Royce-" You knew this was a jab at your father since you were given your mother's last name instead of his in order to inherit Runestone after her.

"-I am sure many men will be jealous that I will have such a beautiful wife who is also good with a sword and as strong as a bull" Your eyes flashed up at the mention of the animal. He smirked down at you making your cheeks heat up embarrassed. You sipped on the wine trying to hide your smile as he sat back down beside you.

"A bull?" You questioned turning to face him. Aemond leaned closer to you so he could whisper.

"I am glad you do not smell as one however" He teased. You giggled shaking your head.

"You heard about that?" You asked. He nodded eyes flashing over to your father and Rhaenyra who were whispering to one another while eyeing you two.

"I do smell like one after I train" You tested the waters. Aemond's eyes gleamed as he let out a small laugh.

"This sentence means two things-" He held up two of his fingers in front of your face.

"- I need to stay in shape and get used to the smell of bulls my lady" He put his hand down on top of your own on the table. You grinned raising an eyebrow.

"Why? Are you afraid I can defeat you if we were to spar?" You asked leaning even closer to him. Aemond hummed with a smirk before turning back to Aegon who was nudging him none stop muttering something you could not hear nor understand. You rolled your eyes at your other cousin's antics and turned to look at the rest of your family.

The next morning you were surprised at the sight of Aemond outside your door asking for a spar. You agreed and followed him to the training yard where you father was awaiting you. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of his nephew coming with you.

"Will you watch us uncle?" Aemond asked smirking at your father. His jaw ticked annoyed but nodded nonetheless.

You pulled out your swords facing each other expectantly. Aemond attacked first but you moved to the side just in time making him stumble a little. He tried again but you deflected his attack, he was stronger than you but not as much as your mother and father meaning you needed no big strategy to defeat him.

"Come on my prince, you can do better" You mocked twirling you sword. He raised his sword above his head and brought it down you back away letting hit the ground and his his shoulder with the blunt side of your sword. He groaned raising his head to look at you.

"I wish not to hurt you, my lady" He responded. This time you attacked, tricking him that you were going for his head and the second his sword was high enough you dropped it only to catch it with your other hand hitting his belly again but with the side of the sword, you did not wish to hurt him as well, you liked him.

You looked up at him to finding him looking at you fascinated with a spark in his eyes. You smirked swiping your leg down bringing him on his back with an "Omph" from his lips. You straddled his stomach holding the sword to his neck.

"You needn't be gentle with me, I am stronger than I look" You teased. Aemond smirked placing his hands on your thighs.

"I will keep note of that for later on" He raised his hips lightly. A blush creeped up your neck covering your cheeks as well. You two jumped at the sound of a throat clearing to find your very unamused father glaring at the both of you love sick idiot.

"Do not do that in front of me if you wish to give me grandchildren" Daemon threatened his nephew. Aemond squirmed uncomfortable. You rolled your eyes as you moved off Aemond helping him to his feet.

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