#siul

[impermanent-art]

Epic new wall in DTLA spearheaded by Hex along with Siul, Reak, Rast and Morse. Backed by the FX and STP crews. Created in celebration of Hip Hop 50 and dedicated to the memory of Per1.

#hextgo #siul #reak #rast #morse #fx #stp #fxcrew #stpcrew #lagraff #lagraffiti #graff #graffiti #instagraffiti #art #laart #urbanart #streetart #arteurbano #hiphop #streetartla #streetartlosangeles #losangelesstreetart #lastreetart #streetartphotography #losangeles #impermanentart #mural #historiccore #dtla

[beremy-from-trigun]

song: never love an anchor by the crane wives

#anime #anime edit #video #edit #the girl from the other side #totsukuni no shojo #siul a run #i was crying over this movie last night i felt an intense urge to make an edit with it #love me a good forced father daughter duo

[yogenderthakur]

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[neteyamssyulang]

⭒ Tumbled Stones Station ⭒

⭒ Part 1 ⭒

⭒ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ⭒

⭒ Part 2 here ⭒ -coming soon-

⭒ Summary: The picnic you planned with Okul goes better than expected, till an unexpected visitor shows up.

⭒ Warnings: None really, Mostly kinda fluffy, besides a small make out session, Scenting, Slightly possesive Okul?, Vistor ruining the moment.

⭒ Word count: 1,243 ⭒

⭒ Translation(s): Yavä -> The poisonous fog, Oe tìyawn nga -> I love you, Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve -> I love you too my beautiful girl, the hollows -> Kame’tire clan home.

⭒ A/N: First Okul fic! Our baby needs more love in the fandom🩵 Still working on how I can do a smutty one with them. Also yes I added Anufi having an Ikran in this. And requests are almost finished so I’ll be posting them soon!🥰

⭒ Tagging: @neteyamsyawntu

It was the perfect day for a picnic. Priya had mentioned that on nice sunny days like this, humans sometimes gather a blanket, some food and drinks then go to a nice quiet spot for a picnic with a friend or two.

You didn't want to bring just anyone, no, you wanted Okul to come with you. They needed a break anyway from all the research they've been doing to try and find out a way to get rid of the yavä.

Though you practically had to drag Okul from Siul's workshop, they were pouting the entire time saying they couldn't take a break and needed to get back.

Once on the ikran, Okul went quiet. Their arms wrapped around your waist from behind as their head layed against your back. It was Okul's first time on an ikran, yes they were a bit scared but the views were amazing from up here.

There was a nice spot next to the Tumbled Stones Station, it was a small clearing by the edge of a cliff, overlooking the waterfall.

Your ikran, Zaeli, landed infront of the station letting you and Okul off her then found a nice spot to lay down for the time being.

"This is beautiful y/n" Okul whispered, holding the food in one hand and the blanket in the other."Wait till you see the view" you giggled, leading them to the small clearing.

Okul's eyes widened, never had they seen such beauty before, well besides you of course. It was so peaceful here, no predators ever came around so it was safe aswell.

As Okul admired the view, you began to set up the area, laying down the blanket then taking the food out the basket. There was Sweetened Niktsyey, Cheesy Sähena, Sweet fish pie, and Relun's fruity tea.

You sat down just as Okul walked over, sitting down beside you. "So, this is a picnic?" They asked, tilting their head slightly.

Chuckling softly, you nodded "Yes, do you like it?" Okul nodded smiling "I do, thank you for allowing me to come with you."

"Of course, I knew you would love it up here" you smiled. The two of you then began to eat, Okul went for the cheesy sähena while you went for the sweet fish pie. Ri'nela had basically made everything since you were a terrible cook, but hey you were trying.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, just listening to the sounds of pandora and the roar of the rushing waterfall that was near. It wasn't until Okul spoke that you noticed they were standing in front of you, their hand held out for you.

Looking up at them finally, you took Okul's hand standing up aswell. They led you little ways over to the cliff, sitting down with their legs dangling over the side. You sat beside them, still holding Okul's hand.

"You know y/n, the view is beautiful yes" they paused, turning their head to face you. As much as you wanted to look at them you couldn't, your face was a deep shade of purple, from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

Okul sighed, they removed their hand from yours then pulled you onto their lap. One hand went around you to make sure you wouldn't fall while the other was placed on your cheek "But you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Finally your gaze moved to theirs, looking into Okul's eyes all you could see was the love and adoration they had for you. A small smile tugged at their lips and one of your hairless brow raised "What is that face for?" You asked. They leaned in close, their lips ghosting over your ear."I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your breath caught in your throat, did Okul really just say that? You felt as if you were dreaming at that moment. Okul must've sensed your nervousness as they leaned back "I can assure you, every word I say is the tru-"

"I think I'm already in love with you" you blurted out, cutting them off. Okul chuckled "I know, do not think I have not noticed you eyeing me from across the workshop."

Well shit, did you make it that obvious?. Okul pulled you out your thoughts, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. As they were about to pull away, you pulled Okul back, smashing your lips back against theirs.

Smirking against the kiss, Okul adjusted you so that you were now straddling their lap. Your arms moved to wrap around their neck as Okul's wrapped around you, keeping you as close as possible.

The kiss was impatient and sloppy, making Okul almost forget that you both were still at the cliff. Okul had managed to stand up still holding you, and walked over to the picnic blanket laying you down on it while they hovered above you.

Breaking the kiss for much needed air, Okul trailed kisses down your jaw, to your neck, sucking and nipping at it as your soft moans filled their ears.

Still not feeling like the mark was enough, Okul nuzzled their face against your cheek then into the crook of your neck, trying to scent you as theirs. You didn't mind it though, you wanted people to know you were Okul's and that they were yours.

Now satisfied, Okul trailed kisses back to your lips, capturing them with their own. This kiss was more soft, more loving. "Oe tìyawn nga" you murmured against the kiss.

Okul's tail swayed happily behind them till wrapping itself around your calf,"Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve" they spoke, breaking the kiss to look down at you.

One of their hands moved to cup your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. Before you could say something more, the sound of an ikran approaching sounded in the air then Anufi's voice shouted "Okul? Y/n? Where are you children?"

Panicking, Okul scrambled to get off you. "Hello?" Anufi shouted again, walking past the station till spotting the both of you. By now, Okul was sat beside you as the two of you were acting like you just finished up eating.

"Ah there you two are!" Anufi smiled "I am sorry if I'm interrupting but Okul needs to start their training if their ever going to take over when I am gone."

You frowned slightly but nodded "No it is ok, we were just finishing up anyway." Okul turned to look at you, giving an 'im sorry' look.

Anufi looked over the both of you till her eyes landed on your neck, "Child, what happened to your neck?" She asked, moving closer to crouch down beside you.

This time it was your turn to panic, "Uh it is nothing, don't worry." Anufi raised a hairless brow at you but nodded, standing back up. "Alright. Come Okul, we must get back to start your training."

Okul sighed standing up, they held out their hand helping you up aswell. Anufi watched as Okul engulfed you in a tight hug before pulling away, she was no fool. She knew what caused the mark on your neck but chose to not act like she did.

You watched as Anufi got back on her ikran with Okul sitting behind her. With one last wave, they took off back to the hollows, soon flying out of view.

#neteyamssyulang #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #okul avatar #okul x fem!sarentu reader #comments really appreciated #please like and reblog #followmypage

[sutxdreamwalker]

Frontiers of Pandora characters as kids Hcs

Headcanons of what the characters from the game would of acted like as children

Okul

Was one of those kids that would be very social but then be shy out of now where

Was often by their mothers side

Collected flowers and plants in the forest

Once tried to befriend a Whipfang crawler to pet it

It ended in them having to be rescued by their mom and some warriors

Was labeled as a weird child

Was ok if other kids didn’t want to play with them

Played with bugs

Wanted to be a herbalist at a very young age but that was pretty frowned upon

As a baby they weren’t that fussy

Had a fear of the dark as a toddler

They had a doll they would carry around everywhere

Okul probably knew Siul as a child and would follow them like a duckling

Cause Siul was definitely the last herbalist of the clan he was Okul’s only source of information about herbal medicine

Heard stories about the Sarentu clan and loved them

Tripped often

Would mostly likely say a cuss word out of no where

First word was mama and their father was anguished

So’lek

Wanted to go hunting with his father but he would say he was too young

Possibly a only child but it would be cool (and angsty) if he had siblings

Was definitely an older brother

Wanted to make both his parents proud

That kind of baby that only wanted to sleep on their parents chest

Wrestled with other kids from his clan

Learned to use a bow as early as 6-7 years old

Wasn’t really a shy kid

Loved to hear the story of how his parents met

A little adventurer

And would come home with some scratches and bruises

Carless little thing till he got older

Eetu

As we know he grew up in a very traditional family

And would get any chance he get to go outside

So I guess he would play in the forest a lot

And would play with Etuwa a lot too

They would venture into the forest and pretend to be fierce warriors

Would have scratches here and there (like So’lek)

Climbed trees

Once tried to hunt on his own but it failed

Snuck out a few times as he got older

Really didn’t interact with many of the kids in the clan

Would fantasize about getting his Ikran often and played with a wooden Ikran toy he had

#avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar #afop #frontiers of pandora #So’lek #avatar so’lek #Eetu #Avatar Eetu #Okul #Avatar Okul #headcanons

[ketsuppia]

väyrynen vessassa hieno. meidän mökin ulkohuussia komistaa kehystetty kuva kekkosesta. kai joku kansallisperinne :D

Unohin tän askin sori siitä

Kuka poliitikko siul on vessassa ois vähä niinku I like your shoelaces jos miult kysytään

#ask

[pandorafallz]

Vampire AU | New clothes, new friends

Jake eyed his new piece thoughtfully in his hands, his tail swishing along the grass. A simple hair fork really. About thirty centimetres long, with two prongs at one end which had very little design and wouldn’t need to when buried within the mass of hair while the joint was where he had really put the work into its design and beauty. It was a simple hunting carving pattern, he had noticed it on many bows, on both training and personal variants but he wanted it to look nice and for it to be something meaningful and dedicating a piece towards his hunts seemed meaningful enough.

Morgan hadn’t been wrong when he said he’d enjoy it. In fact, it was something Jake fell into quite naturally when he had been shown the carving techniques from Manru and then Hukinli the other day. A natural, they had said and it had warmed his heart to feel himself…more at home with the art than he had with the other areas.

He could weave adequately well, he knew how to loom and all of that, just as much as he knew to make beautiful beads and he had continued to do so and that was okay, but it was a little tedious. But craving and shaping bones was… more fulfilling. He hadn’t tried wood shaping for one reason and that being was the head of that area, Ateyo was a very… unpleasant teacher and had an even worse mate, Artsut whom he rarely interacted with, thankfully, but it spoiled his interest in wood shaping.

He turned the fork in his hand, unable to help but note the slight inconsistencies in his carving but he could correct that or add paint to the inside of the carvings to cover the imperfection. He sucked on his teeth a moment before he set it into his basket and plucked out a new bone.

A femur, at least one femur from a Viperwolf that Kim had brought back from a run-in with a small pack early this morning. Nadine somehow had made it work for lunch. Turns out, Viperwolf meat was very lean, and surprisingly tasty wrapped in a nan-like bread made from a type of Pandora grain with some steamed vegetables. It was much coarser in texture but still, delicious.

“How is your work?” N’deh asked, appearing from the depths of the treeline with a basket of fruits from his foraging.

“My hair fork is done, more or less.” Jake picked out of the basket to show him, feeling prideful as N’deh set his basket down to take with a clear interest in the Na’vi’s expression. “I’ve got an idea of what my hair is gonna be so I’ll be needing this to keep my hair off my face.”

“You have decided?”

Jake nodded, his hand running through his straight single braid for a moment. “Some sort of thick locks. It’ll be easier to have my hair done in advance. The rest of my clothes are still gonna take a while to make.” He liked the idea of dreadlocks once they were set in; less maintenance to handle and he was okay with that. His tswin wouldn’t have that same treatment so he’d rather keep it braided and protected. However, he wanted dreadlocks that would style well, so naturally leaving his hair to mat up would be less than ideal.

“Thick locks. That’s a bold choice.” N’deh considered, “Those are not easy to craft. The Kame’tire are a clan that has crafted such styles of hair. I met a traveller of their clan once, Siul who sought the Tawkami for more flowers for work against a deadly yavä close to his clan.”

“I don’t think we’ll wear them quite like they do. I’ve seen pictures that Ruby had pulled from the data banks each of the research shacks had.” Jake said. They had another shack haul to do and he very much wanted to be a part of it but until their outfits, at least, one version was done, most of the Dreamwalkers weren’t out and about as much unless at their camps or Hometree. “Yavä?”

“Some sort of deadly air that clouds the minds and can lead to death. I didn’t inquire further since it wasn’t my business.” N’deh handed the hair fork back to him thoughtfully. “Came about after the Sarentu clan went missing sixteen years ago. The clan was blamed by neighbouring clans for their disappearance as they were the last clan to house their company.”

Jake blinked a little though he couldn’t help his mind stall a little. “A whole clan went missing? Neytiri spoke of that clan with pride.”

N’deh sighed but nodded. “The Sarentu were a travelling clan, they often journeyed in smaller groups but often had moot points to reconnect and celebrate as a whole again. The Omatikaya held Sarentu guests for a week or so when Mo’at was a child. Our mother would tell wonderful stories of them.” N’deh looked a little put down the more he spoke. “It is a great sadness that they are gone.”

Jake uneasily shifted, twirling the femur in his fingers. “Indeed.” He didn’t know what else to say. What could he say that wouldn’t be dismissive? It… sounded a lot and he could feel the empathetic ache because how would he feel if the Omatikaya just…disappeared? Everyone he knew was gone… or worse, dead. The unknown nature… and the void that would follow. It was unimaginable in a lot of ways.

N’deh composed himself after a moment. “What is your plan with that?” He directed his question down to the bone he had still.

“I was thinking about a small blade?” He didn’t need the whole bone but he could use the smaller pieces made from this to make decorative beads for his hair and this femur had a good diameter to it as well.

N’deh eyes it for a moment though not convinced if the hum he gave was any indication.

“I’ll need Morgan’s help with my hair. This will be a Thank-you gift for his work.” Jake explained.

“We still have some hide left, I can get some prepped for the handle?” N’deh offered.

Jake peered at the basket. “Aren’t you busy?”

N’deh gave his own work a passing glance. “I can sort them later. The hide shouldn’t take too long to prepare.”

-

So, Jake continued on with N’deh’s help as he marked out the length relative to a human and began to slowly carve the bone away with his small hand tools. What he couldn’t chip away, he had a rough hand stone sand the bone down and closed the pores in the process as the shape of the blade began to take shape. He kept the handle almost bare since it was going to be covered but decided on a small hunting pattern at the very least; Morgan would get a good surprise when the handle hide needed replacing.

Nadine came back from her foraging looking like a happy gremlin with her basket of eggs and seeds.

“I found good seeds that make smooth flour!” She cackled. “Better than the ones they use at Hometree since these aren’t growing close to their gathering spots.”

“Ooh, what you making?”

“Pasta.” Her eyes were alight as she set the basket down beside the fire. “I need my rolling pin and a flat, clean surface but…I can make it work. Better if I had access to a pasta roller but…meh, I’ll make do.”

Nadine’s flat surface that wasn’t inside was in fact a large slab of stone that was washed down a few times; once with disinfectant and the rest to clean it away. And was set down upon a giant leaf for further space that may be required.

N’deh moved off to sit beside and watch Nadine grind the seeds into flour, still working on cutting the hide for Jake and asking about the processes and what ‘pasta recipe’ she was making.

It took a second for Jake to realise that…Na’vi didn’t have pasta. At least, not the Omatikaya. The concept was new, despite having all the ingredients available. They had a lot of recipes of course for wonderful food of course but why expand when you had something for everyone? Traders of course may add to it from their cultural exchanges. Food would of course be a delicate trade of knowledge and connection. Was it possible that the Omatikaya knew of such recipes and didn’t use them or simply didn’t know? They did have to help feed the whole clan; it was a lot of preparations for that much pasta.

Still, he couldn’t help but...enjoy the idea of Nadine teaching the clan something. Something that could be received well. To share that knowledge with the clan, not just the clan teaching them. He wondered what else could be received as well… food-wise.

Jake finished the carving by the time Nadine had made the pasta dough, spending ten minutes longer to sharpen up the blade edges then N’deh handed the hide for him to wrap the handle neatly and orderly until it was done. He turned it happily in his hand, content with the result.

“You finished that bracelet yet?” Nadine asked as she rolled the piece of pasta dough flatter and flatter.

“This is a knife.” Jake pointed out, holding it up.

“No, I mean that pretty purple one you were making last week?”

Oh. “No, not yet.” He had gotten sidetracked on that project with other things. He hadn’t given it yet because he wanted to be…happy about it. Content to make it perfect. It was almost there but not yet. He hadn’t figured out a good latch for it. “But I’ll let you know when it’s done.”

Nadine craned her head up to him. “Maybe I’ll see someone else wearing it.” She chuckled. “She’ll love it. You’ve got taste.”

Jake gave her the middle finger with a roll of his eye. Nor was he gonna open that topic further. Nadine of course would see through him but it wasn’t like he wasn’t expecting her to find someone, most likely Morgan, to bone once she was ready.

N’deh’s eyes flickered to him but he said nothing to add to it as he rose to get back to his basket of fruit and a few bowls from storage. Jake took a large leaf from a nearby tree and gently wrapped it up, using a small vine to bind it together.

-

It was well into the afternoon when Morgan seemed to appear, jumping off the back of Neptune as Jerome set the gentle horse off to their makeshift stables. They weren’t empty-handed. Morgan came carrying a wrapped bundle in his arms, grinning happily and excited.

“Have fun?”

“Yep! We checked on Kendra’s refinery. It’s done now and they’re making a good amount of fuel.” Morgan said, putting the goods down onto the grass and began to stretch out his arms. “We can restart the shack stealing without concerns. I made a few adjustments to their engines so they shouldn’t have any problems once they switch to the new fuel sources.”

“Ooh, was it nice?” Nadine asked. “It’s been a while since you handled an engine.”

“I helped them build it but…yeah.” Morgan shrugged “I forgot how much I loved tinkering with tech.”

[Once an engineer, always an engineer.]” Nadine quipped in Spanish.

Morgan blew a raspberry and then turned his focus to Jake. “I popped down to Hometree to update them on our plans and they finished this for you.”

From his pile, Jake watched as he pulled out two stringy pieces of fabric and held them out. A loincloth,

The loincloth came in two pieces, not many humans knew that unless you were in SciOps or had seen a Na’vi put them on. The external that everyone saw and made to look nice and then there was the second one underneath. The underneath was essentially a cup (the type used to protect males in sports) on strings however shallower since their genitals didn’t hang out so it fit both males and females comfortably. It slipped up around their legs, the string tailing the thigh gap between until it reached their tail where it was secured there for good measure before the outside one was put on.

Jake realised and he recognised the… design of it. It wasn’t just a random one being shared with him to start the process of hiding him among the people. This had been one of the pieces he had shown the weaver.

The outside of this was a warm brown, with dark yellow threading laddering up one side with a few hunter’s signals in a complimentary dark red on the right. On his piece, it had a back cover as well instead of tapering straight off to a tail loop that the Omatikaya’s had, nothing spectacular but there was a hole made for his tail instead and the woven leather waistband adjustable. It wasn’t as big and colourful as a typical Na’vi but the designs came with clan honours; your position and placement. He had a place through Uturu, he worked well and had provided for the clan so he had the designs on, otherwise, it would be plain.

He felt his heart speed up in excitement at the sight. Jake stood up and took them from his hands. “They finished it?!”

“They were inspired.” Morgan chuckled. “I think they were excited about new projects and being allowed to be more adventurous with their designs. They’re working on the others as well.” He explained.

Jake turned the loincloth over in his hands then eyes the crotch piece first in his other with a heavy sigh.

Fun.

“Put it on!” Nadine called, “Let us see those lower cheeks of yours!”

Jake poked his tongue out.

“Yes,” N’deh jumped on the bandwagon with a sly grin, “The weavers would be joyous that you put it on straight away. Delighted, even.”

Jake gave him a sour look and then rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Feeling their eyes on him as he left, Jake clambered up to his mauri and shut the curtains for some level of privacy. He dropped his pants with some level of reservation, then his boxers; the cool air ticking too close for comfort as he hastily pulled the cup string first.

He felt like he was giving himself a wedgie he slipped the wider fabric underneath to cover the goods and to attach it to his tail strings then tightened it.

“Ugh” Yep, right up his ass. Crouching was going to be shit.

The actual cloth itself is far better. He sipped his tail into the back hole first before he secured the front and let it sit happily at his waist. His tail swished a little, he could feel the rim ticking but… nothing worse than usual. It was…very breezy still. The air going where air shouldn’t and…his ass still felt on display, even with the shed of cover the backcloth gave which was more than that the Omatikaya had.

Carefully, Jake popped a squat with immediate regret, hissing a little but forced himself to bear through the discomfort.

“<You okay in there?>” Jerome called, far too cheerfully. “<Need help>”

“<Fuck off>” Jake called back, straightening up to feel how the cloth sat with that movement. Nope, he wasn’t leaving soo soon. Walking like a baby deer.

It took ten minutes of privately testing his movements for him to get…marginally used to it. Bending down, crouching, rising, repeat. The first layer had settled and barely moved, thankfully but he wasn’t used to the breeze about his crotch still.

The wolf whistles from almost everyone as he clambered very awkwardly down, barring N’deh made him glower at them with a sour look. Kim had appeared as well from her mauri at the commotion, tiredly rubbing her pregnant belly though she seemed to grin a little as she noticed the new addition to his attire.

“Looking good, Sully,” Morgan called. “If you rid the shirt, you’ll fit right in.”

“Hey, my backside is naked enough. My top half can wait.” Jake huffed, resisting the urge to try and pull the swing out from between his cheeks. Yep, he hated this.

“You look stunning.” Nadine cackled. “You have really defined cheeks.”

Jake flipped her the bird again. “Go make pasta and leave my ass alone.”

“Pasta’s cooked and cooling. I’m shit at shapes but I think I’ve got a good start for tagliatelle.” Looking rather pleased with herself.

“Kinda looks like Pappardelle.” Jerome remarked.

“Unless you’re Italian, Jerome, get off my ass about pasta.” Nadine quipped back. “I’m learning.”

They continued to brattle on so Jake took that as an escape to slowly sat down on his log, prodding Morgan for his attention.

“What?”

“Can I ask a favour?”

“Shoot.”

“Can… can you help me with my hair?” He asked, a little nervous.

Morgan’s eyes moved up. “What style were you thinking?”

“Some sort of deadlocks? Or something similar?” He asked, “The Kame’tire clan have their hair similar but I don’t want to straight up copy either yours or there’s but I’m open for a compromise. Think you could help?”

Morgan hummed, frowning as he moved around to his braid. “Dreadlocks take years to start naturally and it’s high maintenance the first few years before they mature.” He ran his fingers through his own dreads. “I had to teach N’deh how to work with my hair type to help me, so he’s got experience as well. Thankfully, I came to Pandora with my locs just about mature so I didn’t have to panic too much when I got abandoned.”

“What can you do?”

Morgan let out a heavy huff, his fingers coming to his hair, feeling the straight hair. “I…straight hair is hard to work into locks but not impossible. Most people can leave and let nature take its course but… I can’t let you do that to your avatar’s scalp. Na’vi hair is thinner than human hair and more hairs fill the scalp than humans too. I could… try instant locs. Not dreadlocks.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Locs are cultivated, Dreadlocks aren’t.” he replied, “The term is often mixed up and used interchangeably, depending on where you live. Instant locs will give you an immediate look. Instant locs aren’t typically permanent but they can be nurtured to be. It will take time to set in and for your scalp to grow the locs than you or me having to do it manually. It is a commitment, Jake, not something to flash at the RDA.”

“I understand,” Jake realised the man’s concern. “I want something that lasts and is stunning. Not a costume or anything.”

Morgan moved around him, his eyes fixed on him for a moment then back to his hair. “Set your avatar down by your ramp where I can reach. I will help but I will also teach you how to do them yourself. I can’t always be here and you exist in two bodies. It’ll take a while to do. I can do half before bed.”

“Okay.”

-

Morgan wasn’t kidding when he said it would take a while. His avatar was left mostly hunched over a loom frame, chin resting at a soft angle, arms hugging the frame for stability and his head tilted down enough for them to work from down to up.

N’deh helped by unravelling the kuru, separating the hair and rebraiding it, this allowed Jake to opt to have a few inches of hair from either side of his head shaved in advance. Morgan, with a thin bone crochet tool, began to section off the long strands of hair first then added a coarse waxy substance to help keep strands together since they were so long.

Jake sat out of his wheelchair, legs dangling limply off the edge of the ramp as he leant over and watched as Morgan backcombed the hair strands, a bit at a time, then began to use the crochet hook through the hair, twirling it and twisting as he went, talking him through it as well.

With the amount of hair, on the basis of the Dreamwalker having a larger scalp than a human, and the length of hair, it took well over sixteen hours for the whole thing to be done, with several breaks for everyone, to move the Dreamwalker a bit so he didn’t link with unwanted aches and to feed it. He opted not to go to Hometree so instead remained with Morgan and helped, taking over a few times to get used to it and with his guidance on the matter.

Jake was relieved to stand up and flex once the locs were done, touching them delicately, feeling the air breezing against the sides of his head and the weight of his new hair down his back and shoulders; unfamiliar but… it felt nice. He felt a deep sense of pride in how he looked and it shuffled away the distinct awkwardness of the loincloth. Jake had to admit, he had cared for his Dreamwalker more than his human body but his Dreamwalker felt…more belonging than before.

He knew it was much like what N’deh had criticised him about his mauri.

‘Be respectful of what this body provides you’

That felt fitting now. More so than ever.

“I’mma gonna go and nap. My hands need a long rest.” Morgan complained, but looked quite chipper as he packed up “Don’t overwork them too much.”

Jake gave him a two-fingered salute as he passed and crawled up to his link shack. His mind touched back on the gift he had let to give Morgan but he could wait till he had recovered and rested. So, Jake didn’t linger for long. The afternoon sun was still high, so he had plenty of time before the others would return from Hometree. Plenty of time for practice more so with his new hair and wedgie-inducing loincloth. He had to learn to live with that in everything, hunting and training included. He didn’t want to look like a complete rookie with his cheeks clenched at every step.

Jake picked up his sling, shrugging off his shirt to…try and get used to it. He found his ammo pouch, going for the carved rocks this time as he made his way down towards the lakeside to their target.

It took some minor adjustment without the confines of his clothing as he pulled his arm back, winging the stone before he let it sail at the right moment, the sound whistling through the air and then hitting the target with a satisfying thud.

Jake lined up for a second shot and began to wind—

“That loincloth suits you.”

Jake swore, the rock pining out of the sling before he could stop it but it had no momentum to far further than a few feet into the grass.

He spun around, only to be faced with… Mo’at of all people standing a few meters away with a curious look on his face.

“You really need to stop sneaking up on me!” He exclaimed, his heart thudding in his chest. By Eywa’s grace, she was silent.

“I do enjoy the effect my silent steps have, Jakesully.” She remarked, her eyes twinkling in amusement. “You should be more aware of your surroundings.”

Jake sucked in a few calming breaths. “Point, yes.” Maybe. But still, she didn’t need to sneak up on him in his own home. Jake bent down, recovering his dropped bullet. “I thought I’d practise my slinging before the others came back. I’m surprised you’re… here. Not Neytiri?”

Mo’at inclined her head towards the camp. “Neytiri has tsakarem duties to attend to today. N’deh speaks of having the Omatikaya provide more mauri covers to mask your metal homes entirely, to look like a Na’vi camp. He intends to change Txon'ong’s bones to resemble a more striking totem. I came to see if what would be necessary.”

Jake chuckled a little, glad to feel his heart start to take a slower pace now. “Not just that?”

“It was mentioned you had your hair restyled, I got curious.” Mo’at admitted a little, “I didn’t expect you to be…dressed in a loincloth as well. It took a second to realise it was you. The eyebrows gave you away.”

Jake grinned a little, a hand coming to his waistband. “I’m getting used to it first before I parade in front of the clan with it on.” He wasn’t gonna make a fool of himself.

“Wise decision.” Her lips were curled up a little as she said this, “You do look…tense.”

Jake snorted a little at that. Tense. That was one way to put it. “How you wear these every day is almost beyond me. At least I got my back-flap going for me, don’t need a temper tantrum about it now.” He reached back to tug the backcloth with some merit. “So glad Bree knew to include it so my goods aren’t constantly on display.”

Mo’at had to chuckle at that. “She knows what is comfortable in this compromise of your new clothing. She had told me at length of the merits of human clothing when I inquired.” There was a soft gesture for them to start walking. “I have some foraging as well I’d like assistance with. I do have much to discuss still in regards to… your plan of this ‘new clan’ idea my husband and daughter spoke of.”

Ah, fair. Eytukan had mentioned he would discuss this with Mo’at but hadn’t gotten back to him over the last week about it. It was easier to talk when doing stuff as well, like a shared duty, no doubt why she was offering.

They headed northeast for several miles before they reached a very hilly side, the trees much more spread out but it was easy to see the familiar plants now; herbs and larger flower heads.

“Twenty miles east, we get into the Tawkami Clan’s territory, this is far foraging for me but often worthwhile,” Mo’at explained as she knelt towards a large bud of flowers. “I would be cautious about going too far. They do not like Dreamwalkers.”

Yes, he had heard that before. “Will that opinion change with exposure to us? The ones that drop out from the RDA?”

“Perhaps but I wouldn’t test that quite so soon. With your… new appearance, they may not realise you aren’t one of us.”

Jake pulled out his knife and gently cut a few leaves from a plant or two, being careful not to remove too many as Mo’at did the same. He could sense there was a tone to her voice. “You’re worried about that?”

“I am. I know and understand why you must resemble one of the people. People outside of the Omatikaya may not. I fear they may get…aggressive if they are to find out you’re not one of the people.”

Jake considered her words softly. “What has Eywa said?”

“She had been silent on the matter. I believe she is…waiting to see what path we’re deciding before she graces us with any answers. I do not sense displeasure.”

“Will there be harm done in not telling the other clans that they’re in the presence of Dreamwalkers?” Jake proposed softly. “That’s probably where we should see it; is there harm made in saying something, or not mentioning it, that sort of thing? Now, I don’t see my origin as being something shameful to hide. We hide from the RDA, not the people. They will learn to See us when they see us respect the world first. Change will take time.”

Mo’at considered his words carefully, with a thoughtful expression as she rose to her feet. “That is one way to see it, I suppose.”

Jake hummed with a nod, “It’s not easy. I understand both your difficulties in his. I don’t want to overstep and disrespect the way of the people. No one does.”

They settled into a moment of quiet as he helped collect more herbs for the Tsahìk. His height helped get more higher plants to spare her from climbing something.

Jake however paused abruptly as he heard a distant sound. Steps and snapping of sticks mostly but… there was a whirl of an…exopack that sharpened his awareness and followed it; the sound was… isolated; Singular. Not grouped.

Was it the RDA? Or someone alone? Lost or abandoned?

“Jakesully?”

“Wait… I hear something.” His ear twitched before he headed towards the sound and pushed through to see the back of… a human treading carefully (for a human) through the trees, a basket of fruits in hand. The guy looked to be somewhat short with pale skin, and short curly auburn hair that was shaved at the sides. His gear was loosely padded, but not the SecOps standard of gear. He had a gun in a holster but both hands were on the basket; he didn’t look like a SecOps guy. SciOps, maybe? The padding on the knees wasn’t standard. Maybe another sector?

MineOps?

Jake paused as he stepped on a twig himself, wincing as it dug into his foot but the echo reached the human who spun around.

The man froze up as he caught sight of him in the bushes and for a moment there was almost a tese second of staring (he had really wide brown eyes) before the guy dropped his basket of fruit and bolted like a fast little fucker.

“Wait!” Jake took off immediately after him.

Mo’at was close behind, surprisingly, but Jake was a little faster on his feet with his height and turned easily on a dime and leaving her more in the dust. The man dipped easily through the trees, weaving through them and less hindered by higher branches and then seemed to break the treeline and straight into a crack in the rocky hillside.

Jake barely stopped himself, sliding on his knees and lunging his arm painfully into the crevice and the guy elated a high-pitch squeaked as he accidently struck the guy in the back but he couldn’t grab him before he was gone.

“Avatar! Avatar!” Jake echoed, wheezing a little, waving his 5-fivers in the gap. “It’s Sully!”

He pulled his arm back, hissing at the lightly scratched skin and blood of ramming his arm and chest into a rock surface. Fuck, he shouldn’t have done that.

After a second, Jake bent down so he could peek into the crevice. He could see better in the dark with his Dreamwalker eyes so it was easy to make out the near hyperventilating sprawled-out human on the floor, lying on his back against some rocks.

“It’s Jake! Shit, sorry for scaring you!” he apologised a little, still trying to catch his breath. “God, you’re fast! Were you part of a short-distance running or something?”

Mo’at finally seemed to catch up, less flushed and far more dignified than he ever was.

“Fuck….” The guy groaned, his exopack whirling with each of his breaths. His cheeks were flushed for obvious reasons as he stared, wide-eyed still but looking less prone to about to pass out. His hands were shaking in tight fists against his chest from adrenaline.

“Take your time,” Jake knelt a little. “Ooh, I haven’t run that much since I got chased by a Slinth.” Which was saying something. Neytiri had been training his body for long-distance running, not short bursts of speed like this.

“Xavier!” Another voice echoed, distant and alarmed before there was a flurry of feet.

Jake ducked his head back as three people appeared from the depths of the cave to the sprawled man.

The first was a woman, with beautifully smooth ember skin, her hair tied back from her face in coils and each seemed to be bound in very aesthetic cording and some synthetic beads. Her clothes were dusty, basic casual clothing with padding on the knees and elbows.

The next guy’s attire was similar, but he had a dark burgundy hard hat with a light on the front. He was a short man but very thin, what stood out to him was the clear glowing left eye and facial scars and hints of external implants almost hidden by his helmet and mask by the silver glinting in the light.

The woman that followed was a very Kung-stern in her attitude. Tank top, body pads, hard hat on top of straight near black hair, around her neck were her dog tags and on her right arm was a simple skull and crossbones tattoo with a hardhat and hammer as the crossbones.

The moment he was spotted, the first woman reached back and clearly for her weapon. He ducked back away from the entry swiftly, hands raised and barely stopped himself backing into the Tsahìk.

“It’s Sully! I’m Jake! Just got a new hairstyle!” He called, hoping she didn’t fire at him. She didn’t, thankfully but her weapon remained raised at him as she slipped out from the crevice and into the light.

Mo’at stiffed a little but remained tense at the sight of the weapon. Cautiously examining this interaction.

Her eyes raked over him slowly before she frowned at him, lowering the muzzle of her gun. “Why are ya wearing a thong with curtains, Sully? I could have shot ya!” Out of her mouth was a very strong southern accent.

“Long story, almost had an RDA run-in and rather not tip them off that avatars are about with the Native clans here.” He summarised, “Not the complete look but… this is a good start.” He rose to his feet, giving them a nice long twirl to break the tension. “So, apologies for scaring the shit out of your buddy in there. He bolted before we could talk.” He grinned sheepishly, a low groan echoing before the guy peeped his head through the gap with a disgruntled look, hands still shaking as he gripped the rock side.

The woman sighed deeply, slipping her gun away into the back of her pants. “Names Xanthe May, I try to keep The Vents secure. The one ya scared is my husband, Xavier Holton, then there’s Moran Kellis and this is Alejandra Castro our group leader.” Xanthe stepped aside, allowing the other woman, Alejandra to step forwards and take control of the situation.

Jake turned his attention to her fully as she gave her scrutinising look to both him and Mo’at, mostly eying the Tsahik more so.

“Do you want us off your land? I know we didn’t ask but we weren’t planning on running into anyone.” She asked, very bluntly. “The fact you’re here, Sully, does seem to suggest you’re on good terms with the Na’vi?”

“We are. We have a deal with the Omatikaya at the least, they protect us from the RDA and educate us on how to live with Pandora and with the people. We work with them every few days of the week in return. We’ve found the others that escaped the RDA. They’ve accepted the deal to stay at their chosen location.”

Alejandra’s head turned curiously. “I expect that offer extends to us?”

“It does,” Mo’at spoke, more cautiously than Jake, “But, I do have questions.”

“Shoot.”

There was a moment of pause, Mo’at’s brow pulling in confusion.

Jake decided to step in and help. “<That means ‘Go ahead and ask’. English tends to shorten or abbreviate sentences like that.>”

Mo’at sighed a little at that, “<then say that. There is no need for reducing your language to a simple word.>”

“<Not on earth, whole other story. It’s a cultural thing.>” Jake said. “I won’t go into it now but remind me to explain what a tripe contraction is later if you’re curious. You’ll hate it.”

Mo’at moved, her head turning to the cave entryway more closely “You are living in a cave?”

“Yes. It’s actually part of a massive cave system. It connects to other systems all under this region. We’re still mapping it out.” Her eyes seemed to light up a little as she spoke, her lips curling up a little with clear passion in her work.

Geologist, most likely. They loved their rocks.

“You’re miners, obviously from your gear so I suppose you’d know how to survive in a cave. How long have you been out here?” Jake asked curiously.

“About a month or so.”

“A month!” Jake laughed a little. “Woah, I thought a week at best.”

“You hid very well…for humans.” Mo’at noted, eyeing the entrance more thoughtfully, “This spot isn’t part of our typical patrols.”

“We know caves. Figured we have better chances in caves than we do out in the surface world with minimal weaponry. We have a SciOps gal who knows her shit and how to avoid the poisonous plants and animals, even the ones inside the caves. I found this cave about a year ago in a geological survey. Deleted it off the servers with a bunch of other useful data the RDA didn’t give a fuck about if it didn’t have Unobtainium underneath. I realised the potential but didn’t want to bail too soon. Kung’s death last year stuck…a lot of fear in my crew. Figured it was safer out in the caves of nature than in the shit hole the RDA is digging into the side of this world.”

Ah, he didn’t know much about that, Kung herself didn’t speak of it but… the fact her daughter’s death reached MineOps meant it was not a simple death. He was curious to ask but knew better than right now.

“How many are you living in there?” Mo’at asked.

Xanthe at this point seemed to disappear back into the cave, her hand coming towards her husband to help him up and distantly spoke before they headed away. Jake didn’t pay them much more attention but  Moran seemed to dither about the entryway regardless with his arms over his chest and his prosthetic eye glowing cryptically in the shadows

“Twelve. Most of us are MineOps. That covers geologists, mineralogists, Speleologist and… well a few more but either way, we know what we’re doing out here.”

“That’s a good number of you living in a whole. How’s life?” He nodded towards the cave. “Cramped?”

“No, it gets bigger on the inside. We’ve got a good trail line and the best spots and the shortcuts to a few various areas that you can dream of, buddy.”

“Try me.”

“Two words; Hot Springs,” Moran called with a smug grin.

Jake’s amusement dropped into pure jealousy that his tail dropped a little. “Damn… you really picked a good area.” He could bet the miners were really enjoying Eywa’s creations really well. “We’ll have weed soon, would that buy passage to your hot springs?” he immediately bargained; it’d cut the share down with the other camps but… they’d see it worth it if it meant they’d have access too. They’d provide a good excuse to visit the camps as well. Who wouldn’t want to be part of that?

Alejandra’s head tilted though her eyes seemed to light up a little more in deeper consideration. “Yep, I’ll still need to run it past my crew. Maybe if we take those offers, we’ll invite you down.”

“We can come in?”

“Not this way, obviously. We covered up the closets Na’vi-sized exits but there’s one four hundred meters west but we’ll have to make it safe first before you come in since it’s basically a vertical drop. We didn’t install anything lasting.” Alejandra explained. “We actually dug in from another site and trekked underground for miles. Barely avoided massive bat monsters and got where they were too big to get. The upside of our diminutive stature compared to the rest of life on this world.”

“You have a radio?”

“Of course. We don’t go caving without it. I gotta keep my people safe at any and all times here.”

“Why did you leave?” Mo’at asked.

Alejandra sighed deeply. “MineOps started to get funds cut. Selfridge wanted more work done and began to have us cut corners to achieve the new daily output he wanted. Safety checks were the first to go. Not just in the mine but it affected the SecOps Patrols as well since the building counted as MineOps facilities. Accidents happened. Moran, for example.” She gestured to him.

Moran left the cave, pulling away his hard hat to show off the extent of his scars and the implant that… actually showed he was also missing a left ear. What was there was the implant that stretched around his cranium, covering the ear space but he could see there was a hole in the side; making it possible for his ear to be functional still? Jake wasn’t sure.

“Faulty equipment gave the wrong reading time for the mine explosives,” Moran said to simply the explanation as he slipped the hat back on. “If I wanted to look pretty again, they would have sent me back home.”

“A failed safety rail caused Kung to fall head-long into barbed wire till she grew two inches. Her death was a…vivid realisation that the MineOps facility wasn’t safe and our people were expendable. Replaceable. I couldn’t have that. My people deserved better. At least out here, we know how to track our safety, we know what is safe and what isn’t. We can trust ourselves rather than live with ignorance or hope for change that will never come. We sure ain’t putting more money in some guy’s pocket at the expense of our lives.”

Jake nodded. “I respect that. Get out before it gets worse.”

Alejandra nodded, “Sometimes ditching is the only thing you can do. The Mine is become a death pit. We have lost miners to accidents before. It’s not uncommon but… now it’s amping up because Selfridge wants to drain the remaining ore but also start preparations for the new mine. He doesn’t seem to get that there’s a process to closing a mine. We can’t close it and still keep it operational. There’s not enough miners for that.”

“Did you not offer complaints against your leaders?”

Alejandra snorted a little. “Complaints go nowhere. Selfridge has them cleared if they’re not considered important enough. He wants results, at any cost it seems.”

Mo’at looked a little disturbed at that. “He doesn’t value even the life of his own kind?”

“Nope, unless it’s his next paycheck, he doesn’t care enough.”

“Damn.” Jake hated every word of that. Yep, he had made a good call to bail as soon as possible. Now here was the proof that it was people’s best option to leave. How was it safer out here?

“I see…”

“Give me your radio, I can patch you into our group frequencies. We found all the other human camps so far so we’re staying in contact. We gotta have each other’s back out here.”

From her waistband of pouches, the miner handed over her radio and allowed Jake to fiddle about until he had done it.

“Thanks.” She took it back from him “I’ll update the others when I get back.”

“Let them know if you’re gonna accept the offer. If you don’t, the Na’vi won’t do shit if you’re discovered by the RDA and you’ll be left to your own devices.” He clarified, should they want to know the alternatives.

“Alright, I’ll keep them informed.”

“Sweet. Also, does anyone have an Avatar?”

“Murphy, he did but it died in transit to Pandora. He never got clearance for a second to be grown planetside”

“Ah, damn.”

“Why?”

“Just wondering. Since Avatars stand out in human clothes, we’re having them disguised as Na’vi to stop the RDA coming for the Omatikaya if they clock on.”

Alejandra’s eyes dropped down, eyeing his loincloth a little more. “Fair enough. One last thing…” She shifted on the balls of her feet and reached into a pouch at her hip where her radio was stationed and pulled something out. “Catch.” She tossed it up into the air.

Mo’at caught it before she opened her hand to reveal a… rough reddish and white stone. Jake leaned towards it curiously to see what it was. Shiney rock.

“Is…that quartz?” He directed this question down but where Alejandra had stood was now a human-less area. That was one way to leave a conversation. Throwing rocks and dipping. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I bet that would make good beads.” He added to Mo’at at the very least. “I suppose we should head back. You gotta talk to Eytukan about the…new additions. Hopefully.”

Mo’at eyes the stone in her hands and then to him. “I’ll inform him in a bit. Let me tend to you first.”

Her hand touched at the scrapes on his arm, shoulder and chest; he had all but forgotten that. Now that it was pointed out, he could feel the stinging again. He was probably gonna bruise as well. His own fault really

Still… it was kinda worth it. Who knew a grown man could make such a sound? Almost as impressive as Zeke with teylu down his back.

The Masterlist

#avatar #avatar au #avatar james cameron #grace augustine #avatar the way of water #jake sully #neytiri #mo'at #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #avatar rda #vampire #vampire au #vampire grace

[vocaloid-as-gaeilge]

Is Cogadh É Grá (Love is War)

Ceol & Liricí: ryo

Bunteideal: 恋は戦争

Amhránaí: Hatsune Miku

Níl ceann scríbe aige a thuilleadh, an teas mo ghrá

Scamaill liatha, ruaille buaille mhonacrómach

Caitheann an solas na gréine scáthanna

Tá an clapsholas ag athrú a dhath

Ah, tá an domhan ag éirí doiléir

Fiú sin, níl aon neart agam ar an grá a bhfuil agam duit

Tuigim é sin, ach cad ba chóir dom a dhéanamh?

Conas ba chóir dom, cad ba chóir dom…?

Is amadán… mé

Tosaímis, is cogadh é seo

Ach ag féachaint ar do chuma, a bhfuil chomh áthasach - !

Grá dúthrachtach, is peaca é sin

Taispeánfaidh mé duit mo mhothúcháin

Bhris mé an meigeafón ina scread mé

Is cuma cé chomh fada a shroichim,

Ní thagaim isteach i do líne amhairc

Ah, os comhair mo dhá shúil féin, ghlan an spéir

Ní oireann sé dom ar chor ar bith

Ní féidir liom mo mhothúcháin a choinneáil siar

Conas ba chóir dom, cad ba chóir dom…?

Mar ní chaoinfidh mé nó aon rud

Tá grá agam duit…

Troidimis, scaoilfidh mé do chroí

Níor roghnaigh mé an modh seo nó aon rud

Déanfaidh mé gaisce as an croitheadh mo sciorta

Agus goidfidh mé d’amharc

Ullmhaigh tú féin chun m’fhrithionsaí

Tá an cogadh seo fós ar siul, cé go bhfuil mé faoi míbhuntáiste

Tá an grá dall

Le do phóg, osclóidh mé mo shúile!

#gaeilge #vocaloid #irish #translation #vocal synth #project diva #irish language #hatsune miku #miku #miku hatsune #mikuhatsune #vocaloid miku #hatsune #vocaloid hatsune

[okaima]

Silly ask tag/ask game.

Thanks for the tag @thegrapeandthefig

English under the cut:

1: Oletgo nikenen periä suannuh nimen?

Emohizen ämmän da edähizen äijän periä olen suannuh

2: Konza jälgimen itkevyit?

Onnakko egläi oli? Hyöten hyvästä oli, toinah minul on gormonat kurčinmurčin.

3: Ongo siul lasta?

Eule ga malittun on.

4: Mittusta sportuo kižuat libo olet kižannuh?

En ni äijäldi mittustu, minun perehes ei mostu sportuo himoruavokse... toiči perehenke kižaimmo gr'uuhah.

5: Pagizetko pilkoi?

En puaksuh.

6: Midä tarkait edizih kenestah?

Toinah heijän sovat libo ruutat x'D

7: Min värizet siun silmät ollah?

Moizet talvikanabran karvazet. Päiväni kruuga i on seämes.

8: Sroastikinot libo hyväozani loppu?

Nepremenno hyväozani loppu pidäy. Eule minul stroastikinot pättävät.

9: Ongo neruo?

Leibuo maltan midätahto, elättilöinke maltan, dai maltan käinmaltuo.

10: Kuspäi sie roit?

Mie roin Karjalan Tazavallas, Ven'anmoal.

11: Mittustu himoruaduo sinul on?

Käziroaduo on, koirienke menen da sit mostu sanaluetteluo suačen panna.

12: Ongo sinul elättiä?

Ga muga! Kaksi minul on koirua.

13: Kuin on sinul pitkys?

Minul on 167 sentimetrii.

14: Mieluzin školaruado?

Školas suačin fiiziekkua, hiimiedy da matemuatiekkuo.

15: Hoavehruado?

Praudua en hoaveksi roavos, ga pastainna eule paha.

Kučun: @harakanpoigu, @roakkaliha, @discoshhtick

1: Are you named after anyone?

My maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather

2: When was the last time you cried?

I think yesterday, for no reason, my hormones are bit out of whack

3: Do you have kids?

No, but I'd like to

4: What sports do you play/have played?

Nothing really, my family didn't really do sports as hobby.

5: Do you use sarcasm?

Very rarely.

6: What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably the way they dress.

7: What's your eye color?

Kinda murky green with yellow-brown centres.

8: Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings, world has enough upsetting things as it is.

9: Any talents?

I'm decent baker, I get along with animals and I can sew clothes.

10: Where were you born?

Republic of Karelia, Russia.

11: What are your hobbies?

Traditional handcrafts, dogs and making word lists.

12: Do you have any pets?

Two dogs

13: How tall are you?

167cm

14: Favorite subject in school?

I always quite enjoyed physics, chemistry and mathematics

15: Dream job?

Honestly? I'd rather not work. But being baker is pretty nice.

#карельский язык #karjal #karjalan kieli #karjala #karelian language #каре́льский язы́к #karelian #kariela

[interlacedinbetween]

Di atas rumput hijau, belalang sembah melompat tinggi

Di langit, matahari dan sekumpulan awan berarak melintas bukit

Di ruang tv, sayup-sayup berita terdengar ditengah obrolan dan sarapan roti

Di jalan berkelok, adu cepat kendaraan melintas laju tanpa berhenti

Eh, dimana sepatu kacaku?

•••

Di sebuah rumah tanpa halaman luas, siul burung-burung bernada tinggi

Di sungai biru atas perahu, insan-insan mencoba merakit

Di ruang tengah, pigura dinding terpasang rapi

Di jalan setapak, lalu lalang orang sibuk mencari

Ternyata, sepatu kacaku retak satu

© yukidwip 2024

[impermanent-art]

After long delay here is our annual roundup of the 20 most memorable pieces of urban art that were created in Los Angeles in 2023!

Shepard Fairey in Santa Monica

'Speak Like a Child' by El Mac x Kofie on West Third

'NWA' by Sef in Mid-City

‘The Spell’ by Nychos x Lauren YS in Historic South Central

'Friday' by Royyal Dog in Watts

Hans Valor in Mar Vista

Mark Worst in Boyle Heights

Speker at Santee Public Gallery in DTLA

Tristan Eaton in Glassell Park

Sloe in North Hollywood

Mister x Oldchild in East Hollywood

Tense in South El Monte

Hera x Lauren YS in Boyle Heights

Project spearheaded by Hex along with Siul, Reak, Rast and Morse, backed by the FX and STP crews

'I See You' by Pref in West Adams

Billboard takeover by Saute in Westside Village

Shane Grammer in North Hollywood

Wrdsmth in West Hollywood

Zoueh x Yanoe in Westlake

Sensational piece by Acroe in Boyle Heights

#shepardfairey #obey #obeygiant #elmac #kofie #nwa #sef #nychos #laurenys #friday #icecube #dre #christucker #royyaldog #hansvalor #markworst #speker #tristaneaton #xmen #sloe #mister #oldchild #herakut #hex #stpcrew #pref #saute #shanegrammer #wrdsmth #tense

[absentmoon]

MY SIUL

gwt in there. Get in the blog

#putting you next to the PNGS ‼️ #daisy.txt #moot tag #deimos/achilles

[floating-on-avalon]

Got so bored decided to write a little Merthur fic in my shitty Irish. (Bhí mé an-leadranach agus scríobh mé scéal le Merlin agus Arthur.)

Tá fadhb ag Arthur. Níl a fhios aige cá bhfuil sé. Tá sé an-dorcha agus ní cloiseann sé aon rud.

Bhí sé ag dul abhaile tar eis bualadh le Gwen nuair a chuaigh gach rud dubh. Dhúisigh sé in aice leis crann agus bhí a chos brís.

Cloiseann sé duine ag caint.

"Níl mé i mo leaba mar is maith siul le Arthur."

Tá fhios ag Arthur an duine ag caint. Tá sé Merlin!

"Go raibh maith ag Dia, " a deir Arthur. Feiceann sé Merlin anois agus feiceann Merlin Arthur.

"An bhfuil tú go maith?" a deir Merlin.

"Cad a smaoinionn tú?"

"Bhuel, níl do chos uafásach agus tá Gaius sa caisleáin."

"Ach, conas a dul go dtí an caisleáin le mo chos."

"Seas suas agus cuir do lámh ar mo ghualainn," a deir Merlin.

Éiríonn Arthur le cabhrach Merlin agus tosaigh siad ag siul. Ach tar eis cúpla nóiméad titeann Arthur ar an urlár agus titeann Merlin leis.

Tá Merlin ar Arthur. Féachaint Arthur é ach tá Merlin ag staid sa spotaí. Tabhair Arthur séans é agus pógadh sé Merlin. Tá surprise ar Merlin ach pógadh sé Arthur freisin.

Rachaidh siad abhaile amárach.

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #irish #Fic #Foa has ideas

[discoshhtick]

Silly ask tag/ask game.

Thanks for the tag @okaima

English under the cut!

1: Oletgo nikenen periä suannuh nimen?

Miun kolmas nimi tul miun äijöltä da ompi vanha nimi miun perehesä.

2: Konza jälgimen itkevyit?

Egläin, moailman mänöt kattšuou.

3: Ongo siul lasta?

Eule ga voisin halata yhen jällespäin.

4: Mittusta sportuo kižuat libo olet kižannuh?

Vot vain! Mie kižuasin Taekwondoa, ratšastoamista da lassetteloa.

5: Pagizetko pilkoi?

Kovasti panen pilkoi pagizten kuha sille mielelle alan!

6: Midä tarkait edizih kenestah?

Sovat da ruutat pištäy šilmään enzimmäsenä!

7: Min värizet siun silmät ollah?

Miul on muzavan bruunit!

8: Sroastikinot libo hyväozani loppu?

Mie suvaičen sroastikinoloi da sroastia! Ga hyväozani loppu on i moločču.

9: Ongo neruo?

Käziruadoa maltan da taidua maltan!

10: Kuspäi sie roit?

Roin Suven Suomes.

11: Mittustu himoruaduo sinul on?

Vot on, mie panen taidua, kirjuttoan, peluan kompuuterilla da panen käziruadoa.

12: Ongo sinul elättiä?

Ga on! Miul on kaksi kažia, kiärmes da toukka! Halasin kans pöpököitä elättilöiks.

13: Kuin on sinul pitkys?

Miul on 158cm

14: Mieluzin školaruado?

Taidu, rodnoi kieli, käziruado da engelska.

15: Hoavehruado?

Mie halasin rubieta taiduolijaksi.

Tagging my karjalane velli @drowsy-teddy !

1: Are you named after anyone?

Got my third name from my great grandfather and it's an old name in my family.

2: When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday, world situation is stressing me out.

3: Do you have kids?

No, but I might want one later on

4: What sports do you play/have played?

A lot! Taekwondo, horseback riding and downhill skiing.

5: Do you use sarcasm?

I do very much once I get in the right mood for it.

6: What's the first thing you notice about people?

The way they dress usually sticks to my eye first.

7: What's your eye color?

Dark brown!

8: Scary movies or happy endings?

I love scary movies and horror, but happy endings are great too.

9: Any talents?

I can do handcrafts and art!

10: Where were you born?

Southern Finland

11: What are your hobbies?

I do art, handcrafts, write and play videogames

12: Do you have any pets?

I do! Two cats, a snake and a snail. I'd also like bugs as pets.

13: How tall are you?

158cm

14: Favorite subject in school?

Art, finnish language and literature, handcrafts and english.

15: Dream job?

I'd like to become a professional artist.

#Proštikka milma mie vasta opassun karjalah! #this was however a great exercise to stretch my vocabulary #I have the last lesson of my first language course tomorrow hehe #karelian #tag game

[ketsuppia]

Törmäyksiä

Veeti oli jo sopivasti puoli tuntia myöhässä tunnilta. Megaforcen osto lähikaupasta oli tärkeämpää kuin opiskelu tällä hetkellä. Pakko oli kuitenkin paikalle mennä ettei isä taas suuttuisi.

Aina senkin valitusta sai kuunnella, joku oli aina pielessä. Jos jotain teki se tehtiin väärin ja jos jätti tekemättä niin auta armias..

Ei sitä aina jaksa tehdä mitä käskee.

Saisi vain jonkun paperin että pääsis vaikka saikulle taas..

Nyt hän oli ärtynein mielin matkalla luokkaansa hiljaista käytävää pitkin, samalla kun katsoi säröiseltä puhelimen näytöltään TikTokkia. Katsomatta yhtään eteenpäin.

Yhtäkkiä hänen matkansa keskeytyi kun joku käveli häntä päin. Tai pikemminkin hän käveli jotakuta päin.

Veeti horjahti ja läikytti Megiksensä öljystä tahriintuneen hupparinsa päälle, ennenkuin tölkki putosi kolahduksella lattialle ja tyhjeni kokonaan.

"Vitun homo, eksää kattele yhtään minne kävelet??"

Veeti nosti katseensa kohti suoraan sen törmääjän silmiä. Se oli joku nuori mies, viiksivallu. Sitä katsoessa tuli mieleen joku elokuvan sotilas..

"Ai, oho. Oota tuon paperia."

Veeti katsoi kun tämä poika reippaasti käveli sopivasti vieressä olleelle vesipisteelle, otti käsipaperi automaatista muutamia papereita, ja sitten käveli takaisin.

Hän yritti pyyhkiä Veetin hupparia, mutta Veeti punastui kuin tomaatti ja repäisi paperit hänen käsistään pyyhkiäkseen megikset itse.

Toinen poika vain katsoi kummissaan, sitten hymyili.

"No siis.. voin mie siule ostaa uuven juoman tuosta lähikaupasta, jos vuan halluut."

Veeti vilkaisi häntä sivusilmällään ja meni äkkiä työntämään paperit roskiin.

"Mene jo vittuun."

"Selevä."

Ja niin tuntematon poika jatkoi rennosti matkaansa, nähtävästi ulos päin. Veeti pudisteli päätänsä ja jatkoi myös kävelyä, miettien miten Wilmassa oli varmasti jo punainen merkintä.

'Ei vois paskemmin päivä mennä' hän ajatteli, kun vihdoin pääsi kotiluokkansa ovelle. Hän koputti oveen ja odotti, hieman ajatuksissaan äskeisestä. Kun ovi aukesi, hän säpsähti ja katsoi edessään seisovaa opettajaa.

"Että sitä ollaan myöhässä taas? Nuori herra Veeti?" Kysyi silmälasipäinen mies, ei yhtään yllättyneenä.

"Minähän se, kuten aina. Ja ei se kello viel nii paljoo hei oo."

"Mikäpä on nuorella herralla myöhästymisen syy?"

"Jäin bussista, piti oottaa seuraavaa. Tiiäthän sä."

"Tiedänkö? Nyt marssippa omalle paikalles, istu, ja kuuntele."

Mies astui sivuun ja Veeti käveli käskystä hiljaa sisälle luokkaan. Hän vilkuili muita luokassa istuvia, nähtävästi tunnille oli lisätty muidenkin alojen opiskelijoita.

Muut opiskelijat hiljaa naureskelivat tälle sisääntulolle, mutteivat siitä tiuskineet.

Hän käveli satunnaisen pulpetin luo ja istahti nopeasti alas. Miesopettaja alkoi selittämään jotain ryhmälle, mutta se meni Veetiltä hieman ohi. Hän ei jostain syystä voinut lopettaa tuon oudon pojan miettimistä. 'oli sillä kyllä saatana otsaa'.

Koulupäivä oli noin puolessa välin.

Veeti ei ollut kuunnellut lauseen lausetta tuntien aikana, muuta kuin että nyt oli aika mennä ruokailuun. Ja sinne hän oli menossa.

Hän muisti hämärästi tutustumis käynniltään missä se oli.

Käytävillä oli paljon ihmisiä, eri näköisiä ja ikäisiä. Hän yritti olla katsomatta kehenkään päin.

Ruokalaan päästessään hän katsoi ymmissään miten täynnä sekin oli. Ei yhden yhtä tyhjää pöytää. Kaipa se oli pakko mennä joidenkin kanssa istumaan.

Veeti meni ruokajonoon ja otti ilmaisruokansa, maittavia raaoiksi jääneitä perunoita ja mautonta kastiketta. Sitten hän katsoi ympärilleen, yrittäen löytää äänen keskeltä jonkin tyhjän paikan.

Hän käveli hitaasti pöytien vieriä pitkin, yrittäen löytää edes yhden tyhjän penkin mikä ei ollut keskellä jotakin porukkaa.

Sitten hän huomasi, kun joku käveli hänen rinnalleen.

"Moro moro nuori herra Veeti. Tuukko istuu meidä pöytää?"

Veeti katsoi viereensä tullutta henkilöä. Hän muisti, että poika oli yksi niistä jotka olivat samassa ryhmässä hänen kanssaan. Hän hymähti tämän kommentille.

"Ois se jees jos istuu pääsis."

"Hyvä. Seuraa ni meikä näyttää tien nuorelle herralle."

Veeti pyöritti silmiään ja seurasi tätä virnuilevaa poikaa.

Poika johdatti heidät ruokalan laidalla olevalle pöydälle ja istui alas. Pöydässä oli muutama muu, joita Veeti ei tunnistanut. Varmaan joiltain muilta aloilta.

"Nii joo, meikä on Topias. Ja sää olit Veeti. Eiks joo?"

"Joo näi se oli." Veeti istui hitaasti tyhjälle paikalle.

"Täs on meikän frendit, Matias, Samuel ja Venla. Mut ei kandee yrittää iskee, se o lepa-"

Topias sai kämmenestä naamaansa.

"Pie poika turpas tukossa ja käytä oikeita ilmaisuja." Venla tokaisi katsomatta tätä päin, saaden muut nauramaan.

Topias nauroi myös ja katsoi Veetiä.

"Näätkö? Ei kannata."

"Selvä.."

Veeti alkoi syömään perunoitaan ja yritti sulkea äänekkään taustamelun ympäriltään.

Hän näki silmäkulmassaan, kun joku käveli pöytää kohti. Ei hän sen suuremmin katsonut, ajatteli että se on kävelemässä ohi. Mutta katse kuitenkin nousi kun tuo ohimenijä asetti avaamattoman Megaforcen hänen tarjottimelleen.

Taas se sama poika. Hymy huulillaan.

"Tuossa, korvaus. Kato seuraavan kerran mihin oot mänössä eiks vuan?"

Kukaan ei sanonut mitään.

"..kyllä vuan. Törmäillään."

Ja sitten hän käveli pois, jättäen Veetin hieman hämilleen. Myöskin muun pöydässä istuvan porukan. Topias oli ensimmäinen joka kyseenalaisti.

"Öö.. miks see toi sulle ton?"

Veeti vilkaisi Topiasta ja sitten katsoi taas megistä.

"Se öh, törmäs muhu aamulla ja pudotti mu tölkin. Kai tää on anteekspyyntö sit. Ei kyl hajua kuka se o."

Venla nosti äänensä kuuluviin.

"Se on Jonne, se on logistiikalla mun kaa. Se on vissiin töissä jossain siellä kaupungin isolla kone firmalla, tuli tänne täydentää tietojaan."

Veeti katsoi Venlaa ja otti megiksen käteensä.

"Väliä kuka se o. Ny se ei sentää saa turpaa.." Hän avasi tölkin ja otti hörpyn.

"Töissä? Siellä? Miten? Eiks se paikka oo tosi kysytty?" Topias älähti.

"Se on jonku sen sukulaisen omistama vissiin."

"Vittu miten onnekas jätkä.."

Muutama tunti oli taas kulunut. Veeti oli kuunnellut muutamia lauseita sieltä täältä, jotain työturvallisuudesta ja sääntöjen noudattamisesta työmaalla. Ei hän kuullut mitään, mitä ei jo tietäisi.

Mutta vihdoin koitti aika mennä kotiin. Veetiä ei kiinnostanut mennä kotiin raatamaan. Onneksi ei ainakaan tarvinnut kiirehtiä menemisessä, kun opettaja päästi pois vähän etuajassa.

Veeti käveli ulos ammattikoulun lasisista ovista lämpimään ulkoilmaan. Näytti siltä että kohta sataisi.

'Voi vittujen vittu' hän ajatteli, ja veti puhelimensa farkkujen taskusta katsoakseen sääennustuksen. Hän ei ehtinyt edes avata sovellusta, kun ensimmäiset vesisade pisarat osuivat hänen kasvoilleen.

Veetiä kiinnosti vielä vähemmän mennä kotiin sateessa.

No, ei siinä muu auttanut kuin mennä, ei vaihtoehtoja ollut.

Veeti alkoi lampsia eteenpäin, hiljalleen kovenevan sateen alla. Hän veti hupun päähänsä ja katseli jo valmiiksi edessäpäin olevaa kauppaa, joka oli vain toisen sadan metrin päässä. Jos vaikka menisi sinne istumaan ja katsoisi sääennustetta, toivoen että sade olisi vain lyhyt kuuro.

Autoja ajoi ohi ees ja taas hänen ohitseen. Renkaista lentävä sade- ja kuravesi ei auttanut kuivana pysymistä.

Onneksi jo hetkessä hän oli kaupan liukuovista sisällä.

Hän paineli suoraan ostamaan itselleen lisää Megaforcea.

Juomahyllyjen välissä hän kurotteli kylmäkaapin perälle ottaakseen uudemman tölkin. Kun hän nappasi sen, hän näki kun toinen käsi kurotti myös hyllyjen perälle, jotain toista juomaa ottaen.

Veeti pudisti päätään samalla kun veti itsensä pois kylmäkaapista, ja kääntyi kävelemään pois. Ei ollut hänen asiansa kuka lie kurottelija oli. Nyt vain maksamaan tämä ostos.

Ei hän pitkälle päässyt. Heti kääntyessään hän törmäsi johonkin. Johonkuhun.

"Hei, taas sie! Eikö yks tölkki riittänyt? Voin mie toisenki osttaa."

Veeti melkein raivostui tuon äänen kuullessaan. Hän otti nopeasti muutaman askeleen taakse, pois tämän, "Jonnen" alueelta. Oliko se sen nimi?

"Taas sinä! Miks sää seuraat mua?!"

"Seuraan? Enhän mie. Kauppaan vuan tulin ennen kotiin mänöä."

"Seli seli oot koko päivän ollu edessä!"

"Ollaan nähty kahdesti. Tää on kolomas kerta.."

"Ihan vitun sama!"

"Selevä.."

...

Hetken oli hiljaista.

He vain tuijottivat toisiaan. Veeti vihaisena ja Jonne hämillään. Kunnes hän taas nosti hymyn huulilleen.

"...jhoo. Kolomas kerta hei toden sannoo, nimi on Jonne. Mikäs siun?"

"Ei kuulu sulle."

...

"..Selevä. No. Törmäillään!"

"Toivottavasti ei!"

Jonne käveli ulos kaupasta ja korkkasi ee vitosensa hyräillen. Hän huomasi että oli alkanut satamaan. No, onneksi oli Volvo.

Hän kantoi ostoksensa autoon ja hyppäsi kuskin penkille. Ei vain vielä käynnistänyt, vähän aikaa kuunteli pisaroiden ääntä.

Muistutti sitä aikaa, kun oli kotona, rajan pinnassa. Yläkerran peltikattoa vasten kuului aina kauhea ropina sateella.

...

Ei se kyllä kauhean hyvä muisto ollutkaan. Auto käyntiin.

Onneksi autokin oli nyt oma. Hän sai keväällä myytyä vanhempien antaman auton pois, ja töistä saaduilla, pienillä ylimääräisillä rahoilla osti vähän kalliimman.

Eiku vain radiosta rokki soimaan ja menoksi.

Tai, melkein.

Jonne jäi katsomaan, kun tuo vaaleahiuksinen poika käveli ulos kaupasta. Miten sähköinen tapaus. Parempi oli kai pitää etäisyyttä.

Permatukkapoika vilkuili sateessa ympärilleen ja niin vittuuntuneen näköisenä lähti kävelemään että Jonnea nauratti.

Kyytiä voisi tarjota, mutta Jonne veikkasi, ettei tuo ollut kiinnostunut moisesta.

Hän lähti ajamaan kohti kotia.

Rivitaloalueen pihalla oli lapsia leikkimässä kuravaatteet päällä. Leluja oli levinnyt pitkin pihaa, muutamille pihoille asti.

Jonne ajoi autonsa oman asuntonta eteen ja astui ulos, ottaen samalla ostoksensa toiselta penkiltä. Pian pihan leikkipaikalta kantautui ääniä.

"Jonne!! Tule katsoo miten syvä kuoppa me kaivettiin, siitä pääsee kohta Kiinaan!!"

"En mie nytten, pitää ostokset laittaa ja syömistä tehä!"

"No höh!!"

Jonne naurahti ja käveli ovelle, käänsi avaimen lukossa ja käveli sisään.

Oli hiljaista. Radio soi hiljaa keittiössä ja kello raksutti seinällä.

Ostokset kaappiin laitettuaan hän meni etsimään kämppäkaveriaan.

"Missäs oot? Jätkä?"

Ei kuulunut äänen ääntä. Ehkä se oli nukkumassa.

"Jätkää? Kis kis kis.."

Sitten makuuhuoneesta kuului muutama naukaisu, ja pian pieni kolmijalkainen yksisilmäinen kissa hyppelehti esiin.

"No siinähän sinä pikku Jätkä.. oliko kiva päivä? Tylsää varmaan.. laitetaan vähän syömistä.."

Jonne otti mustan kissan syliinsä ja rapsutti varovasti sen päätä keittiöön mennessään.

Hän laittoi ruokakuppiin ruokaa ja alkoi sitten tehdä itselleenkin syötävää.

Illan hämärtyessä Jonne katseli televisiota ja leikitytti pientä kissaansa.

Niihin aikoihin kun Jonne oli tänne muuttanut, oli hän löytänyt tämän pienen ja loukkaantuneen kissan ulkoa.

Omistajaa ei löytynyt, joten hän vei sen itse hoitoon ja maksoi kulut.

Hänelle sanottiin, että olisi helpompaa päästää kissa tuskistaan, vaikutti siltä että auto oli törmännyt siihen.

Mutta hän ei luovuttanut. Maksoi kaiken ja teki kaiken. Ja kissa parantui. Hän antoi sille nimeksi Jätkä, koska kissa oli yks helevetin kova jätkä.

Hallaa se teki pankkitilille. Palkka oli kyllä hyvä, mutta ei meinannut silti riittää.

Kaikki kyllä selviäisi vielä.

Ja ehkä tulevaisuudessa, tällä tiedolla ja taidolla hän voisi auttaa jotakuta muutakin, jolla ei ollut enää mahdollisuuksia, joka oli sairas ja loukkaantunut, jonkin sortin törmäyksistä.

Kielikuvat ovat outoja..

#se on valmis!! #noin 1500 sanaa #olkaa hyvä #jonne x veeti #writing #suomitumblr #fanfiction #yritän parhaani kirjoittaa lisää #mutta älkää pettykö jos en kirjoita mitää järkevää #tämä oli työmaa

[roakkaliha]

waow... tag game

passibot @okaima kučus!

1: Oletgo nikenen periä suannuh nimen? miun roindunimi on pajoh peräh

2: Konza jälgimen itkevyit? en musta hbbh

3: Ongo siul lasta? eule da en tahto

4: Mittusta sportuo kižuat libo olet kižannuh? en mittustu, ga suvaičen kundoilla

5: Pagizetko pilkoi? silloi-toiči

6: Midä tarkait edizih kenestah? ilvehen da sovat

7: Min värizet siun silmät ollah? sinizet

8: Sroastikinot libo hyväozani loppu? hyväozani loppu pidäy lol

9: Ongo neruo? maltan luodie taiduo

10: Kuspäi sie roit? suomes

11: Mittustu himoruaduo sinul on? videokižat, mečästys, kalanpyydö da taijon luojimine

12: Ongo sinul elättiä? yksi kaži. koiran tahtozin

13: Kuin on sinul pitkys? 165cm

14: Mieluzin školaruado? kuvataido da histourii

15: Hoavehruado? suudari libo taidoilii

kučun nikedä, prošti jnhj

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