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punsmaster69 · 2 months

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12/MAR/20XX

"BROTHER?"

papyrus knocked on my door a few more times. he sounded upset.

still searching around my room, i looked again at the vacant spot on my ulna.

not under the bed, from what i could see. sure as hell not getting all the way under there to check, though.

under blankets?

a messy ball of sheets sits plainly in the middle of my mattress.

probably not.

the last two days are a blur, and i can't remember a few things.

where did i put it?

when did i take it off?

is that why my head hurts or am i somehow still hungover?

my brother calls my name again; the tinge of worry seeping through his tone snaps my thoughts into focus.

whatever papyrus was upset about, he'd definitely be more so if he saw that i didn't have the monitor on.

pulling down my sleeves fails; no jacket.

"(where-)"

scanning the area for only a moment before stopping, the image of my jacket hanging off the couch arm appears in my mind.

"(damn it.)"

i opt to cover my monitor-less arm with a baggy long-sleeved shirt i haven't touched in ages.

excuses and explanations flipped though my mind as i reach for the door handle.

" 'sup, bro-?"

"oh."

the reason for my surprise suddenly dangled in front of my face.

"I WAS WORRIED SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE ALL QUIET."

"REGARDLESS, NOW THAT I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE ALRIGHT..."

he dropped the dangling reason into my hand, and put his hands on his hips.

"WHEN DID YOU EVEN TAKE IT OFF?"

with an oddly shaky hand, i start re-attaching the device to my arm.

"dunno."

i struggle a bit with the latch.

"DO YOU KNOW WHY IT WAS UNDER A PILLOW, SHOVED IN A DRAWER??"

a vague memory of irritatedly trying to silence the beeping device flashed through my mind.

"..got annoyed, i think."

papyrus leans down to help attach it to my arm, pausing to take note of my unintentional tremorings.

he turns my arm over to properly re-enable the device. papyrus frowns when it turns red within seconds of being on.

his face tells me he's forming a plan about something - i interject.

"you, uh. reckon i could get something to eat before anything else?"

papyrus pulls himself back to the current moment.

"RIGHT. THAT WOULD A GOOD IDEA."

"......huh."

"can't actually remember the last thing i ate."

"WELL, I TRIED TO GET YOU TO EAT A LITTLE YESTERDAY... BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE MUCH."

"..."

"huh?"

i wracked my (metaphorical) brain for any other memories past being a few drinks in at grillby's.

practically nothing.

"...WHAT'S THAT LOOK?"

"IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"jeez. i'm gettin' way worse hangovers than i used to."

——

"SURELY THIS IS NOT THE ONLY SOLUTION."

i summoned another bone into the pile.

"well. it's the easiest way."

"I... I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME YOU TRIED TO SUMMON YOUR SPECIAL ATTACK, BUT..."

"..i don't know if it's a good idea, bro."

"IF YOU DON'T FIRE IT, MAYBE YOUR EYE WON'T, UM."

he shifted his feet around in the grass.

"E-EXPLODE."

"......"

picking myself up off the ground, i slowly raised my arm and-

"WAIT, WAIT!"

"..?"

"M-MAYBE IT'S NOT A GREAT IDEA AFTER ALL. FORGET IT."

"YOU CAN TRY SOMETHING ELSE! LIKE..."

papyrus looks frantically around, as if the solution would be around us in the yard somewhere.

rather than piling bones again, i summoned bones from the ground in a single-file line beside me. one of the bones accidentally strikes a red ball that frisk must have left behind, launching it in the air.

"whoops."

immediately, i have to summon a barricade between me and the ball getting ready to make impact with my skull.

papyrus picks the ball up... i can see gears turning in his head.

he throws it directly at me.

𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙠.

it hits a wall of my own bones in front of me.

"...uh-"

launching it into the air again with his own attack, papyrus tosses it a little softer at me.

rather than guard, i catch the ball this time. again, i give my brother a confused look before tossing it back to him. papyrus makes a face.

"NO, USE YOUR MAGIC TO SEND IT BACK!"

shooting from the dirt below him, a precisely-aimed attack strikes the ball from his hands directly into the air. with his right hand he yanks the bone out of the ground. that bone, which he spins before using it to smack the ball towards me once more.

tucking my own right hand in my pocket, i step back and summon an attack with my left.

we bounce the ball back and forth a few times this way, but papyrus quickly changes things.

he pretends to miss smacking the ball, de-summoning the bone last second and instead just grabbing and hurling it above his head into the air as far as he could.

a bone shoots from the yard behind me, bouncing the ball in my direction.

it wasn't going super fast.. still, i could tell he switched because he wanted me to alternate methods as well. so, i propped up the bone i was using and summoned two long bones connected by a center one. setting the oddly-shaped attack on the propped up bone, i crouched below it just in time as the ball landed on the attack - it rolled down the bones like a slide. with a tiny attack to boost it at the end, i return the ball to my brother.

he catches it in his hands with a look of surprise on his face.

"...YOU MADE SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR ATTACKS."

i looked at the strange bone-slide. it's certainly different from anything i would have done before. what possessed me to make it, i'm not sure.

"whoops."

"...THAT ATTACK IS..."

my brother inspects the construction a few times, tucking the ball under his arm as he does a few circles around it.

"YEP, FOR SURE."

"IT'S JUST AS I THOUGHT."

"THAT ATTACK PATTERN..."

"..?"

"...IS SUPER COOL!!"

papyrus jumps up and down excitedly around me in a circle.

"..thanks, bro."

"SEE?! YOU CAN DEFINITELY DO OTHER THINGS WITH YOUR ATTACKS!"

"I WILL NOT LET YOU LIMIT YOURSELF! STARTING NOW, NO LONGER WILL YOU RESTRICT YOURSELF TO EXCLUSIVELY PILING BONES!!"

the slight feeling of accomplishment i had gotten from actually doing something was quickly replaced with mild dread.

i'd just unintentionally raised the standard bar of effort for me off the floor.

i make a swift movement with my foot to knock the structure off-balance a little when papyrus isn't looking directly at me.

"it is pretty cool, huh?"

"it's really a-"

the bones all clatter against each other as they fall into the grass beside me. i make a show of looking visibly upset.

"oh no..."

"i had done so good....."

"guess i'll just have to stick to my normal attacks. what a shame, really."

"i just wasn't ready for the responsibility."

"NONSENSE, BROTHER! THAT JUST MEANS YOU NEED MORE PRACTICE. WORRY NOT, HOWEVER!"

papyrus puts a hand confidently to his chest and his cape immediately catches a breeze that wasn't there.

"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, PROMISE TO ASSIST YOU IN YOUR ATTACK PRACTICING JOURNEY!!!"

"..........cool."

"I KNOW! NOW, SHALL WE CONTINUE?"

i look at the device on my wrist. papyrus notices this, and instantly appears beside me to look as well.

green.

"...another time."

with a wave of my hand, i de-summon all of my attacks and park myself under the shade of a nearby tree.

"i'm low on battery."

"...."

papyrus sits cross-legged in the grass beside me.

he begins to toss the ball up and down by himself. the rhythmic sound of him tossing and catching it, the comfort of leaning against a tree - a tree that's not some coniferous one, like all the ones we had ever seen back then.

i close my eyesockets.

...

the sound of him catching the ball stops.

i peek open one eye.

"...MUST YOU CALL IT BATTERY?"

"hm?"

"CAN YOU NOT SIMPLY SAY THAT YOU ARE TIRED? EXHAUSTED? WEARY? DEPLETED?"

"bone-tired?"

"EXACTLY! WHY NOT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"what, i can't call it battery?"

"WELL-"

"which it clearly is because we take those?"

whipping around to face me.

"WE DO NOT!!"

"yeah, you're right."

"SO WH-"

"i switched to solar power."

with a decent amount of force, he slams the ball into the ground and it bounces away.

"NO! YOU ALREADY ADMITTED TO THAT BEING A HOAX. WE ARE 𝙉𝙊𝙏 DOING IT AGAIN!!!"

"you just hate that your model's more outdated than mine now."

"UGH!"

loud, dramatic sigh.

"WHY DO YOU ATTEMPT TO DELUDE ME OVER THIS RIDICULOUS THING, BROTHER?"

"i'm not deluding you at all."

"THEN MAYBE YOU ARE SIMPLY DELUSION𝘈𝘓."

"nah."

"YOU HAVE TO BE."

i flip the back of his cape over his head.

"nah."

he grabs my hood and pulls it over my head to cover my face.

"DEFINITELY ARE!"

flipping it back up, i lightly punch his shoulder.

"naahh."

papyrus punches back just as gently, then scooches backwards to lean beside me against the tree.

"CERTAINLY, YOU'VE LOST YOUR MARBLES."

he lets himself loosely fall sideways, sinking his weight into me a little.

"they're all here. i could even count 'em for you."

"CLEARLY NOT, AS YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE 𝘛𝘈𝘞-KING ABOUT."

"NYEHEHEHE."

"......"

"..took me a second. nice, though."

"MH."

he yawns.

"huh."

"maybe i'm solar powered, and you're solar..."

"solar."

"....can't think of the reverse of powered. drained? battery'nt?"

"dunno. do y-"

my brother, who's usually protesting against my daytime naps, had fallen asleep rather quickly in the comfort of the shade.

"..heh."

"can't blame you."

i shelve my idea to tease papyrus about it for now, instead taking the opportunity to follow his lead.

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #((context in case someone doesn't know; “taw” is what the big/shooting marble in the game of marbles is called))

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raisethestake · 9 months

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Could Tech win a pub quiz without his gear?

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askyoungiron · 2 months

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Human Gold Construct of the multi-coloured Taw Valley

The UK's Wine Aunt and Pendennis Castle's current girlfriend.

#posting this by itself #ttte young iron #ttte young iron au #southern railway #taw valley #ttte taw valley #ttte pendennis castle

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tornadoyoungiron · 7 months

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Traintober | Day 17 - Holiday

Taw Valley takes a holiday to the Great Western. Chaos ensues.

For Nick. And our discussions about Taw Valley being the premier, desperate Wine Aunt of the UK heritage railway scene.

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“We need to talk about your sister.”

Braunton sighed as he heard the bark of a Black 5 coming up beside him. He looked over and found a polished black engine with red trim, the number, 5025 emblazoned on his cab and buffer beam.

“If anything the less talk about my sister the more she’ll cease being an insufferable flirt!” Braunton interjected. “I don’t know whether she does it for attention or she’s just that desperate to find an engine to settle down with.”

“I’ve struggled to find anyone who wants to go down to Severn for their winter gala,” 5025 stressed. “The main trouble being-”

“They don’t want Taw Valley to incessantly flirt with them while they’re there,” Braunton conceded with a frustrated sigh. “You don’t think I’ve been trying for decades to get her to stop Connor?”

The Black 5 gazed at Braunton sympathetically. He gave a thoughtful hum and tutted.

“I was actually thinking of sending her away for that weekend, maybe an exhibit or a visit to the NRM,” Connor suggested and Braunton gave a choke of a laugh.

“Flying Scotsman is tolerant but he’s not that tolerant,” the West Country scoffed. “The more famous they are the more she’s going to be extra… ah shall we say, insistent. Despite, well, you know.”

“The fact that Scotsman and Truro are a thing?”

Braunton snorted in mirth.

“Worst kept secret in existence, no thanks to Pendennis.”

Connor stared at the sheds in front of him for a long while, considering their options before a smirk appeared on his face.

“What?” Braunton questioned as he saw the devious look in the Black 5 eyes.

“Pendennis hmm? I was thinking, has Taw Valley ever experienced, ‘the Great Western Way?’” Connor asked of the Southern Engine.

Braunton smirked, knowing exactly where the LMS engine was going.

“Why, no, I don’t believe she has Connor.”

~~~

“The Great Western’s?” Taw Valley was surprisingly unenthused by the prospect of meeting new engines she could mingle (or more accurately, flirt) with. “A bunch of prudes stuck in their ways, it’s incredibly undesirable!”

Braunton bit back his impulse to shout in frustration.

“That friend of yours though…” Taw Valley inquired suggestively. “Will he be there? I don’t think I’ve met him.”

Braunton looked back at his sister in surprise. He knew exactly who she meant and he was reluctant to throw his friend onto the tracks.

“I’ve told you to leave my friends out of your conquests,” Braunton hissed at her annoyed. “Yet you keep flirting with Scotsman!”

“Oh everyone flirts with Scotsman!” Taw Valley dismissed his concerns.

“That doesn’t mean he likes it!” Braunton snapped back. “There are boundaries you should not cross Dotti!”

Taw Valley sighed and huffed at him.

“You’re such a drag, little brother,” Taw Valley tartly chirped. “So Scotsman’s really with that pretty little Western hmm?”

“Will you at the very least entertain the idea of going to Didcot?” Braunton asked exasperated, ignoring her question.

“If it pleases you, little brother, I shall,” Taw Valley finally conceded.

“Please just leave Pendennis out of your conquests, he’s one of my best friends,” Braunton appealed to his elder sister.

To his surprise, Taw Valley smiled at him, her eyes kind.

“I promise, Braunton, I am, of course, not completely without scruples.”

Braunton however wasn’t so sure.

~~~

Taw Valley did attempt to make good on her promise to her brother, however, it was all so tempting, but she kept strong and refused to even look at the Castle class who seemed to be there at every turn.

She was getting frustrated and tried to distract herself with the King Edwards but they were insufferably up their own tenders. They were always insisting upon themselves, always looking down on the other engines even though Taw Valley towered above them.

How irritating.

King George was marginally better but he seemed… well, he seemed old, to put it one way. She did not want to settle down with someone whose personality felt like a doddering elderly man. It was exceedingly poor form. Even if his Golden Bell was extremely charming.

That Clun Castle was the one she disliked the most. She was snivelling and she was crass, not a single rivet of class in her. Taw Valley had shooed her away, the irritating engine cursing her and calling her ugly.

Ha! Her? Ugly?

She was as blind as she was stupid.

There was a reason why she never really tried to flirt with the Great Western’s. They were all obsessed with work or with adhering to the ‘Great Western Way,’ whatever that meant. They were all so… boring.

“Is there any reason why yer avoidin’ me, you purple beaut?” A very Australian-sounding voice greeted her and to her surprise, she found the engine of the hour, Pendennis Castle himself idling up next to her.

“Oh, hello you!” Taw Valley shrilly exclaimed, flattered by the Great Western. “I’ll have you know that my brother does not approve of me ‘flirting’ with his friends.”

“Ah, I see,” Pendennis chuckled, his voice changing to a strange mix between Welsh and Australian which Taw Valley could only assume was his natural accent. “Well, we’re both adults, we can make our own choices.”

“Contrary to many people’s beliefs, I do actually want to respect the wishes of my little brother,” Taw Valley disputed, she eyed Pendennis with a wandering gaze. “No matter how hard such a thing may be.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, My Lady in Purple,” Pendennis charmed her and Taw Valley blushed, she wasn’t used to being flirted at for once. “And if Braunton asks, I did approach and flirt first, so technically-”

“It doesn’t count,” Taw Valley chortled. “You’re a sly thing, Pendennis Castle. And here was I thinking that you Great Western’s were nothing but boring and tasteless!”

“Now, I’m technically an honorary Australian,” Pendennis laughed. “I suppose that’s where the ‘forwardness’ comes from. No nonsense over there, just straight to the point. Pendennis before Australia was just as boring.”

“Straight to the point is how I like my engines!” Taw Valley implored. “And here was me thinking you had a big crush on the Flying One.”

Pendennis simply chuckled at that.

“Once. A long time ago. But we discussed it and it was never meant to be I’m afraid,” Pendennis admitted regretfully. “I do adore Scotsman, but we just don’t… ‘click’ if you know what I mean?”

“I don’t,” Taw Valley bluntly replied. “But I’d like to find out if you ‘click’ with me, if you know what I mean.”

Pendennis gave her a smirk.

“I do believe I do, Taw Valley.”

“Please, it’s Dottie!”

“Charmed, call me Penpen or Rio Fe!”

Taw Valley couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at her interactions with Pendennis because of her promise to her brother. But then again, like he said, Pendennis had approached her. He couldn’t be mad at her for that.

Maybe this little Holiday would turn out to be a good one after all.

~~~

Hey Nick, if you’re reading this then I want you to know that this is equally your fault as it is mine. Go say hi to Taw Valley and Pendennis for me if you see them again. <3

#traintober #traintober 2023 #ttte young iron #ttte taw valley #ttte pendennis castle #one the rails #ttte fanfic

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politicaldilfs · 28 days

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Maryland Governor DILFs

Martin O'Malley, Spiro Agnew, Blair Lee III, J. Millard Tawes, Harry Hughes, Harry Nice, William Preston Lane Jr., Marvin Mandel, Theodore McKeldin, Herbert J. O'Connor, Larry Hogan, Bob Ehrlich, Parris Glendening, William Donald Schaefer

#Martin O'Malley #Spiro Agnew #Blair Lee III #J. Millard Tawes #Harry Hughes #Harry Nice #William Preston Lane Jr.#Marvin Mandel #Theodore McKeldin #Herbert J. O'Connor #Larry Hogan #Bob Ehrlich #Parris Glendening #William Donald Schaefer #GovernorDILFs

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sebastiancroftupdates · 13 days

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Bash getting ready for the Vogue x Netflix BAFTA Television Awards Celebration (9 May)

📸 liztaw

#sebastian croft #british vogue #netflix #bafta #liz taw

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itgetsbetterproject · 2 years

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Today is #TransDayofRemembrance,

started in 1999 by trans activist Gwen Ann Smith as a vigil to honor the memory of Rita Hester. Now, it's held every year - because when we look at our trans history, it's just as important to remember the wins at it is to honor the losses.

HRC reports that at least 32 trans people were killed in the U.S. alone this past year. Take a moment to honor their memory, and commit to helping us teach LGBTQ+ youth (especially trans kids) that despite an increase in anti-trans rhetoric and legislation, they are worthy, they are valid, they deserve to live safely and fearlessly, and they belong here. 🏳️‍⚧️

Honor those we lost here.

#itgetsbetter #tdor #taw #trans awareness #trans day of remembrance #trans #trans kids #trans youth #queer youth #lgbtq youth #lgbtq history

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sunset-parabelllum · 1 year

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Harry failing a check when talking to Klaasje:

#de #disco elysium #harry du bois #klaasje amandou #average taw thought

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tsahikkk · 1 year

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All In The Name of Time

pairing: avatar 2009!jake sully x omaticaya!fem!reader

a/n: this is gonna be a POV based series based off of the timeline a little bit after of the first avatar movie in 2009. lengthy read ahead but i do hope y'all enjoy reading! <3

word count: 2k+

warnings: use of Y/N, death of a loved one, ritualistic action, burial ritual

summary: The sky people have left your beloved Pandora to rise in and of itself, to mourn the loss of your people, and to rejoice the life it has saved. The aftermath dawns upon you, your duty as tsahik has betrothed you to Toruk Makto, Jake Sully. yet you find yourself questioning the Great Mother of her plans for you.

vocabulary: tsaheylu - neural bond; metute - two person(s); seykxel ti'efu - strong (emotional, mental, not physical) feeling (literal transl.); tsahik - matriarch, high priestess, interpreter; uniltìranyu - dreamwalker; sa’sem - parents; Eywa’veng - Pandora

Tsa'u tipe'un, oengeyä syen tipe'un, si tsaheylu mikam metute si Eywa, ma'ite - It is a decision, your final decision, and a connection between you both and Eywa.

Slu seykxel - become strong (emotional, mental, not physical)

the first time.

"Tsaheylu is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person. To love someone isn’t just seykxel ti'efu, Y/N. Tsa'u tipe'un, oengeyä syen tipe'un, si tsaheylu mikam metute si Eywa, ma'ite." Ma'sanok said as her hand held mine while we sit by the steps of our home, "the people need you... Omaticaya needs you and you will be Tsahik"

"Will I ever be truly ready, ma'sanok?" I said, tears falling, as mother raked her hands through my hair. I held her hand tighter, praying that Eywa blesses me with more strength as tears streaked down my cheeks.

The sky people have left my beloved Pandora missing. I mourn the loss of my people but I am the daughter of the fallen Olo'eyktan, and I have prepared my whole life for this... for ma'olo Omaticaya. It is in my blood to lead my people through and through but what is this hollow yet heavy feeling in my heart? It feel as if it can never perish from me.

Mama wraps her arms around me. "When your baba asked me for my blessing before he left for war, I made him a promise," she hands me a pouch and I open to reveal Baba's necklace, "This is the necklace I made him the day we first met. He wanted you to wear it… to remind you, slu seykxel, 'ite." Mama wiped my tears as she herself cried. "This is a new beginning for the both of us, ma'syulang. Your baba would not want us to dwell in his death for he is with Eywa now." Mama is correct. Baba did hate it whenever one of us would cry.

He used to say, "'Itetsyip, you come from the blood of strong men and women. You may feel pain in your heart but never succumb to it. Slu seykxel, ma'syulang. Slu seykxel."

The breeze blew silently as an atokirina came near us. I smiled thinking that maybe Baba has sent it. "Oel ngati kameie, Tsahik," Jake Sully greeted as he paid to visit, "oel ngati kameie, Y/N. I'm afraid it's time."

Mama stood and arranged herself, "We must attend to our people, 'ite, 'itan." "Yes, mama. Jake?" I gestured him to follow us.

"How are you, Y/N? I am sorry for the loss of Olo'eyktan. I get that you’re goin’ through a rough time. I’m here if you need anything." His head hung low as he quietly said.

"I know, Jake. Thank you. I do hope Mama is coping better than I am. I cannot imagine the feeling of losing a mate, you know. The pain of losing a father bores a hole through the heart but a mate..." I shook my head, "only Eywa relieves it."

I can't help but think how I would be if I lost my mate. I am betrothed to Jake. As tradition, I have to uphold it but it's not much of a loss. Jake has lead the people through victory. He is Toruk Makto. Many know his stories. He had become Olo'eyktan after Tsu'tey claimed for him to be the new leader of Omaticaya. Baba basically took Jake under his wing in training. "He is a warrior. Omaticaya tsamsiyu!" Baba said. Tsu'tey, on the other hand, needed a little more time to warm up on him but time came and they fought together. They were brothers--Jake was his last shadow.

My shoulders felt heavy as we approached Vitriya Ramonung, the Tree of Souls. Atokirinas surrounded the air as families came and sat with their departed loved ones. Mama was already hovering Baba’s fetal-positioned body as she held an atokirina, tears falling silently.

“Jake… I don’t think I’m ready.” I halted, “I don’t think I will ever be ready to see Baba like this.” I turned to face him, leaning my forehead to his chest. His arms hugged my weak frame, caressing my hair soothingly, “All in Eywa is well, princess. Olo’eyktan was a great man. He will always be with you, I know it.”

We walked towards Mama who has her hands raised as people surrounded the tree. “We have gathered before Eywa to mourn the loss of our people…our Olo’eyktan,” she sat down and began swaying, humming.

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Utralä (a)nawm ayrina’l(u) ayoeng,

Everyone sang with her. Widowed husbands, wives, and partners held their mate’s baubles. Clinging as if singing to Eywa would bring them back— bring their hearts back. Children would sit near their sa’sem, huddling close as they too sang.

A peyä tìtxur fpi na ma ki-ya Eywa?

The wind calmed as men of the clan started placing departed loved ones in their cists. Families following suit placing an atokirina with a kiss in with the body. A mother wailed for the loss of her son. A wife wept and begged for her love to come back. Eywa gives life but life comes back to her too. She gives and she takes. Life happens in Eywa’veng as she upholds the balance every day. No one is free of her plans but no one goes astray of Eywa.

Mama held my hand as the men neared to us. I looked over to Jake as his calloused hands drew calming circles on my back. “Breathe, Y/N. Breathe.” He said as my chest heaved, feeling refreshed of the air filling my still lungs.

Jake stood as Mama did. Jake walked over to Baba’s fetal positioned body and carried him to the foot of tree. In his cist, laid his feathers and his robe. Mama handed me the atokirina where I placed a kiss hoping it would grow into the Tree of Voices.

She dipped down and blew a breath towards Baba as her hands held his songcord. She placed it on his chest, nestling between his hands. Jake covered Baba with the tree bark, sealing him in to be with Eywa. “Baba is with Eywa now, Mama.” I said wiping Mama’s tears.

The drums stopped beat as Mama stood. Her hands swaying in the air as if inviting the fronds of tree to go downwards. She knelt, holding a bowl with a red paste made from nectar and ground burial flowers. She muttered prayers as she smeared the paste on the tree’s bark.

People slowly stood and left the Tree of Voices as Mama held her head low, praying for the lives taken by war. Jake looked at me as he offered his hand for me to hold.

“Go, ma’ite. I might take a while. “ Mama said pausing in chant. “Mama… I can wait for y—“ I tried to reason. “Jake, ma’itan, please.” She asked Jake firmly. Her hands trembled as she held a wooden bowl with kava.

I looked at Jake with eyes pleading, asking him to let me stay but he stood holding my shoulder, "Jake…. please. I want to stay. Let me stay. “

“We have to go, Y/N. We have to let Tsahik do this.” He said helping me to stand quickly. “Mama! Please! I can’t go yet!” My eyes crying as I darted for the bark covering Baba, “Baba can’t go yet. Not now, not ever!”

Mama paid me no attention as she continued to pray. She doused the foot of the tree with the kava on the wooden bowl. “Jake ‘itan. Please take her home."

"I'm sorry but we have to go, Y/N." He said opting to carry me out as I shook my head, wailing, "No, Jake! You put me down right now. My baba is there...he is there..."

I sobbed curled in his arms as he carried me while he walked towards home. He moved the hammock to the side as he laid me down. His fingertips grazing slight as the hammock cocooned me. He laid down on the hammock beside mine. "Jake, have you lost people too?" I asked, sniffing. He looked up at the night sky and said, "Back on Earth, I lost them. My brother died fighting against getting mugged."

"What is... mugged?" I asked sitting up to look at him. "Oh it's when a thief steals from you then they attack you in a public place." "I'm sorry to hear that, Jake." I said. I never knew much about his family. He was never one to talk about them especially his former life. "You never talk about your loss on Earth..." I tailed looking up the stars.

"It's been weeks since I passed through the eye of Eywa. I went in human and woke up Na'vi, Y/N. I even have a songcord like you." He said breathing easy. Maybe he favored this life. He has his body fully functioning and his freedom. "There is not much to like in my former life. So much more to look forward to... even a life with you." He said slowly looking over to me.

I know how timuntxa happens; how mine and Jake's arrangement happens. I was Tsahik-to-be and he is Olo'eyktan. It is not that I did not love him. I climbed to his hammock sitting by his feet tucking my tail on my lap. "It is not that I do not like you, Jakesully," I sighed, "I just wanted to fall in love too. Growing up, I saw love built between Mama and Baba. They had duties but our home was filled with joy and love. I want that with my own family too."

Jake Sully has become my confidant, rock, and partner since I found him almost killed by a palulukan. I ought to kill the uniltìranyu when an atokirina landed on my arrow. He was significant in Eywa's plans and that he did lead the people to victory. He tamed Toruk and became Toruk Makto. Everyone knows his storied. I’ve seen it firsthand.

"I'm sorry if I’ve brought you into this. If you do find yourself wanting others than me, I understand. I can call all this off," He said looking down, fidgeting his fingers, "You are skilled, caring, and... beautiful, Y/N. Anyone would be so lucky to have you as their mate. I would not want to take away your chance of looking for love."

His ears were pink by the time he finished. I chuckled at his unusually shy demeanor. "Jake, you did not bring me into this. I even think I brought you into this but I have fought beside you. My baba... he trusted you--I trust you, there is nothing to not like. I see you.” I said.

“I see you, Y/N.” He smiled.

I have now found Jake’s presence comforting. His strong arms craddled me as I laid beside him. I leaned to his chest, listening to his heart beat. “You know, Jake..” I trailed, “Elders used to say that Eywa started life with people but they had two head, four arms and legs, you know two of the normal body parts.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me the story.” He said as his hand rested on my back soothing circles on.

“It was said that Eywa loved na’vi so much. They took care of her creation. But one day, their queues had gotten tangled because of a disagreement and it cause great pain to them all.” I said wincing at the thought of my queue tangled. Jake chuckled at my expression, “Go on…”

“Eywa felt pity towards her creation who was still in pain so she separated them. Leaving them with half of what their body used to be of. Their queues untangled but separated. Elders say that tsaheylu brings you back to your separated half. You become better, you feel the beauty of Eywa when you find your mate.” I sighed. Oh Eywa, to be in love and be loved in return.

“I used to believe that everyone is made from the same star. My father used to tell stories of his adventures in the stars and how a moon far away from Earth hosted life.” He talked,“I think he was talking about Eyweveng. I dreamt of flying and going through a forest following a tall blue woman that I think is na’vi.” He hinted a tease as I laugh at his assumptions. Maybe Eywa truly brought Jake to my people— our people. Maybe Eywa did bring Jake to me.

“And look where that got you, skxawng.” I poked his side earning a laugh from him. His laugh brightened me. I loved hearing his infectious laughter that never fails to bring a smile to my face. The wind blew and I can feel my fatigue washing over my heavy eyes. I snuggled more onto his chest. Basking in his warm embrace. I wish I could stay here forever if he’ll have me.

“Well it got me here…laying with a beautiful woman hoping she chooses me.” His eyes got dreamy as he looked at me already asleep. He laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around me. Jake comfied himself and he kissed my forehead, hoping his confession wasn’t heard. Lightly touching the hem of the hammock to cocoon us to sleep.

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