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Summary: So'lek was protective before but now that his little mate is pregnant, he grown even more protective.

(So'lek x Human!Reader)

Warnings: pregnancy, possessiveness, fear of losing child, mentions of birth

Translations:

kelku = home

ma'tìyawn = my love

Angstik = The hammerhead titanothere

Tulkun = large marine species native to the oceans of Pandora

Nga yawne lu oer, ma little tsamsiyu = I love you my little warrior

You think So'lek was protective before but as soon as he found out that you were pregnant with his child he became 10X more protective. He always has his hands on your waist or stomach. He also refuses that you go places alone.

One day So'lek arouse from his sleep and you weren't next to him. Panicking, he got up and grabbed his bow. He ran out only to be met with you laying in the hammock just outside of the kelku. Sighing in relief, he leaned his bow against the entrance and walked over. “Good morning, ma'tìyawn.”

You looked at him from the hammock and smiled. "Good morning."

You could see that some of the worry still remained on So'lek's face as he looked at you. He walked into the hammock and got in next to you, wrapping his arms around you holding your pregnant belly protectively. "Don't scare me like that again."

You can notice that as he is breathing in the smell of you, he seems relieved that you are still alright and not in line of potential danger.

You smiled at the way his tension left his shoulders. He sighed as you put a hand over his that rested on your rounded stomach. "I'm sorry, I just thought sunlight would be nice."

He looked up at you with a warm smile on his face as you placed your hand over his. His ears and tail flinched at the sun's bright light that broke through the leaves over head. "It is, but I do not want to lose you. Not now with the new life you are carrying within you."

You chuckled softly, honestly finding his words amusing. "Ma So'lek, I am only a few feet away from the kelku. I will be alright."

He groaned in annoyance as he was beginning to get annoyed with your playful attitude towards his overprotectiveness. "I know that you would be but I do not want to take the risk. You are not only my mate but you are the mother of my child. I will not take any chances whatsoever."

His ears continued to twitch at the sound of his own words.

You knew you couldn't change his mind on it, once his mind was set, he was determined. Like a stubborn Angstik. "I know."

He looked down at you with his pretty green eyes. Even if he is trying to be stern with you he is still having a hard time fighting back the urge to pull you close and hug you. He takes a deep breathe before he finally speaks to you in a gentle yet firm tone. "Please do not go far from the kelku from now on until you give birth."

You fingers intertwined with his. You knew you couldn't promise anything like that. You would loose your mind and become restless. Your lips touched his cheek and then kissed along his jawline. "You know I can't promise that."

He growled in annoyance at the thought of you not keeping the promise he requested from you. He also grumbled at the thought of other Na'vi men seeing you outside of his protection. He was starting to get possessive.

"Why not? Your health and my child is at risk the further you go from the kelku. What reason could you possibly have to go far away from here?"

"I have people and duties in Hometree. You know that." You told him with your gentle tone of voice.

So'lek thought for a moment about what you said. It was true that you did have responsibilities and people to look after back at Hometree but he couldn't fight this protective instinct anymore. He was already too worried and anxious about losing you and the unborn child.

"Then I will be coming with you. I don't want to lose you or our child. I will protect you and keep you close to me."

You smiled at his decree. At least you wouldn't be cooped up at your home. "Alright, I have no objections."

He let out a relieved groan and pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. This made him feel so much better now that he knows that he can still keep an eye on you while you attend to those matters at Hometree.

"It's settled then. I will make sure to keep a close eye on you and keep you safe from any danger."

A few minutes passed and you slowly stroked your big stomach that would soon hopefully birth a strong child for your mate. "How much longer do you think?"

So'lek looked down at you and took note of how big your stomach had gotten. This baby must be growing at an extraordinary rate. He has never seen a woman get pregnant this quickly before. He also could only imagine how much you were uncomfortable dealing with all this change in your body.

"We are approaching the 8th month so this baby will grow much quicker. I predict that it will be born in less than two months."

You sighed and laid your head on his chest. "Oh thank goodness." Carrying his child felt...uncomfortable on your body to say the least.

He rubbed your head while looking down at you. His eyes were filled with love and relief as he thought about how soon you will be able to give birth. The thought of the baby being born also made him have all sorts of thoughts like how much of you was in the baby and how much of him was in the baby.

"How do you feel? Is the pregnancy getting too uncomfortable for you?"

You nodded and shifted in the hammock to be more comfortable. "It feels very uncomfortable. I think the baby is going to take after you the most. I feel like a Tulkun."

So'lek felt his ego inflate at the statement that your child would be taking after him. However, he didn't like that you were experiencing major discomfort from the pregnancy. This really showed him just how much this pregnancy was taking a toll on you. He continued to rub your head as he spoke.

"I will tell you a secret ma'yawne. When I was young I was a very loud child. Perhaps our baby will be as well."

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "Just what I need, a rambunctious child. AND a baby on top of that." you teased. You only meant it half jokingly of course.

He scoffed at the comment but didn't seem to mind it at all. If anything, the thought of having an energetic child to take care of with you is something he actually looks forward to. However, the thought of having a rambunctious child is also going to make him an overprotective father.

"Well you mated with me didn't you?" So'lek chuckled in his raspy voice as he ran a four fingered hand down your arm. "So it is only fate for our child to have our personalities."

You smiled at his first statement. You did mate with him, and you'd never regret it. You nuzzled into his side, your hand caressing his chest. Your fingers gently traced patterns on his blue skin. After a minute of silence, you spoke up with a request. "Rub my stomach again? It felt good."

He didn't have to be asked twice. As soon as you asked, he pulled you closer and started to massage and caress your belly. In this position, he could really feel how big you were getting. The thought of his baby being inside you was making him feel excited yet nervous for the day that you will give birth.

He put a feather-light kiss to your temple and hummed as he traced circles on your soft skin. "I promise to be a good father to our child. Nga yawne lu oer, ma little tsamsiyu."

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teyamsatan · 10 months

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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍: 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: Memories flood Neteyam's mind as he deals with your accident, making him relieve your history and all the reasons he can't shake you from his life, no matter how hard he tries.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death)

wc: 5.1k words

a/n: I'm actually really nervous about this chapter, because while I love it, it's different than any other Monster in Me chapter so far. This is also the only chapter I've ever written entirely from the MMC's POV, and I hope you enjoy finally finding out why Neteyam's been acting the way he has, and why he's so adamant in his quest for vengeance. As always, thank you for asking to be tagged, I'd love to hear your feedback, your replies and asks and reblogs make my life, so thank you! Thank you to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art, ilysm bestie x and thank you to @draiochtwrites for listening to me talk about my stupid ideas for hours every day, i love you x

na'vi compendium: txepvi - spark, ite - daughter, srane - yes, Olo'eykte - female Olo'eyktan, tam-tam - calm, oare - moon, tewng - loincloth, torukspxam - octoshroom, ngaytxoa - I'm sorry, 'itan - son, angtsìk - Hammerhead Titanothere, yarik - herbivore, ftang - stop, tsantu - good guy, tsìltsan 'eve - good girl, kali'weya - arachnoid used in Uniltaron

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And maybe in another life We fight all day, kiss all night But I don't wanna break your heart You keep yours, I'll keep mine

Neteyam, for the first time in his life, couldn’t have cared less if he tried that there was a battle underway, that there were humans screaming and charging at the Na’vi around him, that the explosions happening every time a helicopter went down in flames deafened his ears - none of it mattered anymore, not as he heard the screech of an ikran he knew all too well, that he loved, that was now lifelessly falling towards the ground, taking the woman of his worst nightmares and biggest fantasies along, not when, with every second passing where he ignored the rest of his surroundings and dove as fast as his own ikran could possibly fly in order to make it to you in time, another memory flashed across his mind, so many memories he thought he left behind, so many memories that would haunt his every waking moment if he wouldn’t catch you, if he was too late.

“Teyam, do you trust me?”

“What kind of question is that? You’re my best friend. Of course I trust you.”

Your mischievous smile, although more devious than Neteyam liked, always had power to put his heart to ease… after all, it was you. You, his best friend, the girl who knew everything about him, that helped him withstand every challenge life threw at him, just a couple 11 year olds who had gone through more than most adults do, who have been forced to grow up a lot faster than any kid their own age should ever do. But Neteyam didn’t mind. Maybe he used to, back when he was young and naive. Back then, he cried a lot, each morning a dreaded reminder of the pain and ache that awaited him each day, all for a purpose he couldn’t quite understand yet, that made no sense in a child’s mind, that had no way of truly understanding the concept of a future littered with war and loss, a future where he would carry the burden of being the next leader of his clan, the eldest son of the mighty, revered Toruk Makto and Palulukan Makto, the grandson of brave, respected leaders, the next in line of a ruling dynasty filled with great people he had to follow and to live up to.

Now, he no longer cried, because no matter how hard life got, he was never alone. Because, even though you didn’t have quite the same pressure on your shoulders, you carried your own burdens and a sadness deeper than Neteyam could ever imagine or could ever want to. In his mind, the sting from a few bloodied gashes and the headaches that tried him each night were a small inconvenience compared to the pain that you struggled with and braved every moment since your parents died. When his father told him that you would be joining him for training in the weeks after the accident, Neteyam didn’t know what to expect. But day after day, you managed to blow not only his expectations, but his entire family’s out of the water, each day just another opportunity for you to prove to everyone that your future would be as bright as all the stars in the night combined, that you were special and unique, that you were a talent that only comes once in a few lifetimes.

Now, years later, Neteyam still found it hard to believe how strong you were, how capable and skilled and fearless. Whereas he’s always been more withdrawn and temperate, your fire burned strong and untamed, and you always managed to get both of you in trouble - if he were to be honest with himself, though, he would never mind, not with you.

“Good. Then let’s go.”

You didn’t bother looking behind you as you started sprinting, your flowy top and tewng, always one-of-a-kind, undulating in the wind, making Neteyam’s heart flutter in his chest. You were so beautiful. The most beautiful. A purple flush rising in his cheeks was all that was needed for Neteyam to be grateful for the way you always ran ahead of him, too impatient to wait for a boy that liked to take his time and enjoy the moments few and in between in which life didn’t have to go too fast for his comfort.

"Where are we going, Vi?"

"Shhh, more walking, less talking, 'Teyam. You need to learn to embrace the unknown." you chuckled as you stopped and waited for him to catch up, before taking him by the hand and pulling him until he stumbled softly onto you and you both fell, him on top of you, with a gasp that turned into loud giggles from your side and unflinching groans from his.

"Vi..."

"The mighty warriors have fallen, what will the clan do without us?"

He couldn't help his own exasperated chuckle and the roll of his eyes as he spoke.

"I don't think we're quite there yet."

You shrugged, sure of yourself as always, a trait Neteyam admired and tried to emulate, to little avail most days.

"Soon. Your dad's already talking about the Iknimaya. We're almost ready, Teyam. And if we do it soon, we'll be the youngest Na'vi to ever do it. You and me."

Before he could say anything, you reached for him until your lips made contact with his cheeks, and it didn't help his blush, that was now deep periwinkle and burning his skin from the inside out, like a fire that wanted to escape his body, too powerful to be contained inside it.

"And just like today, if you ever fall, I'll always be there to catch you. You and I, we're meant to fall and rise together."

Those words rang painfully in Neteyam's ears as his ikran dove at full speed towards the ground, as his open, stretched out hand was just outside of your reach, as he watched your body disappear through the trees, where it would inevitably crash, where it might be lost forever.

His heart, that was going as fast as his ikran was, watching your unconscious form collect deep, bleeding scars like Kiri collected pebbles in the woods with every hard branch your body made contact with, stopped racing in his chest as, by the grace of Eywa, your fall was broken by the plush, attenuating force of a torukspxam right before you hit the ground. Despite the fear, so deeply embedded in him, it was impossible to know if he would ever be able to fully detach himself from it again, a seed of hope bloomed in him that maybe he wasn't too late. That maybe, despite not being able to catch you, not now nor for the past 7 years in which he's left built up resentment prevent him from wanting to, maybe he wasn't too late.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He didn't wait for Seze to land before he jumped and approached you, pushing with all his might against the drag of his own heavy body that felt like it was experiencing the world in slow motion, until one of his hands found the back of your neck, propping you up gently and his other hand placed two fingers on your pulse point, trying to feel for a heartbeat that would either calm his own or stop it altogether.

"Please, Txepvi. Please..."

When the small, barely-felt flutters registered in him, he let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding and wasted no time in picking you up bridal-style and running back to his beautiful ikran. He had no time to dwell on the cracks deepening in his heart as he watched Seze bumping her snout on the side of Oare's lifeless face, sorrowful trills filling his ears, no time to dwell on the red liquid spilling out from multiple points in your body, dripping down his body and onto the ground, no time to stop yet another memory fighting to come to the forefront of his mind.

Fickle as you are That's exactly why I keep on running back 'Cause I'm brittle at the parts Where I wish I was strong

“I can walk, Teyam.”

Neteyam decided to ignore you as he grabbed you by the back of your knees and carried you back to the village, the gash in your leg large enough to have hit a couple veins and stain your thigh red, but not deep enough to make it life-threatening - still, Neteyam wouldn’t take any chances. Taking chances… that was the reason for keeping you so close to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck… that was the only reason.

“Can you, Vi? Isn’t that how this happened in the first place?” He chuckled, yelping a little when your fist made contact with his chest.

“It was an accident, you know that.”

“Yeah, well, you have a lot of accidents. And so close to the Iknimaya, too…” the shake of his head was mostly a teasing one, and although he tried to push away the nagging fear eating away at him, the one that told him you might not be able to take it with him, the one that screamed he’d be all alone once more, like he was before you, the one that urged bad memories and ugly scenarios into his mind, the one whose ugly head appeared as though from around the corner, staring intently to see if he’ll allow it to approach or banish it from existence. He couldn't decide yet.

He couldn’t do this without you. He needed you to be his first flight. Like you told him last year, and like it’s been solidified in his soul every day since, you and him were meant to rise and fall together. You were meant to fly together, to soar together. And that couldn’t happen if a tiny accident delayed your progress.

“Aw, it’s sweet you’re worried, although I think it’s mostly selfish and you’re just too scared to do the Iknimaya by yourself.”

The tinge in his cheeks is enough validation for you to start laughing at him, your head thrown so far back, he had to readjust his grip on you, so that you wouldn’t fall out of his arms.

“I knew it! You scaredy-cat. Why would you be scared, Teyam? Out of everyone here, everyone who’s gonna do this next, out of all of us, you are the best. You’ve always been the best.”

“No. You’re the best." As much wasn't up for discussion to him, and never will be. "And you promised.”

Your smile softened taking him in, the little pout he tried his best to conceal, the little scrunch of his nose, the way his ears twitched in slight annoyance and slight embarrassment… he couldn’t tell for sure, but he thought you found it… endearing?

“I know what I promised. And I intend to keep my promise. You don’t have to worry, Teyam. You and I have always been two sides of the same coin. And as long as you want me by your side, nothing could ever pry me away.”

"Just hang on, please. Shit. Please don't die. Please don't die."

And maybe when you need my help I like myself when it's over But later in the light, you go Dark and rogue, and I need closure

“Ma ‘ite, you have to be more careful.” The quiet, teasing admonishments of his grandmother do little do deter you, although you keep your eyes on the ground, slight embarrassment visible in the swish of your tail and the flatness of your ears.

“Srane, ma Tsa’hik. Ngaytxoa.”

The thick cream paste made its way from Mo’at’s fingers to your thigh, where it was spread in a hefty layer until the cut was no longer visible. You winced as it made contact with your skin, but said nothing as you accepted the help, and Neteyam saw his grandmother nod in approval at your bravery and inclination to suffer in silence, to not let anyone know you’re in pain at any point. Strong heart. Him, on the other hand, wished you were a bit more forthcoming, wished you didn’t feel the need to go through suffering alone. With a pat on your head and a soft smile, the Tsa’hik raised from her spot on the floor and turned her back on you both.

“You’re all done. It’s just a scratch, this time. I feel like I always have to have extra healing salve at the ready just for you. Now go, and be careful. Your Iknimaya is soon and my grandson would never forgive you if you missed it.”

“Neteyam, quick, put her on the mat. I need all the help I can get, now! Go get all the healers in training, we don’t have a lot of time.” The barking of orders did little to ease Neteyam’s fear, as he very rarely has ever seen his grandmother this agitated. After sending away the trainees, she turned to her grandson and took a deep breath, to calm herself. As serious her voice was, as rushed and violent the atmosphere around them, she still found the second to put her hand on her grandson’s chest, feeling the erratic, loud, trepidous heartbeat that refused to settle in him.

“Ma ‘itan, she’s very weak. I know you haven’t been close in a long time, but she is your intended mate. I need you to prepare yourself for the worst. Now go back to the battle.”

“No. I’m staying here.”

Neteyam didn’t get scared often. A whole lifetime of being raised like a soldier made his skin as thick as an 'angtsìk’s, and little ever managed to get under it. You did. You had unmatched prowess to make him feel so many things, too many things, all too intense, all too powerful, all too overbearing. When he was young, all of them were good and pure, all exciting and hopeful - love. It was love. Now, he feels anger and resentment, vengeful spite and deep arousal, all of which poison his mind and make him a version of himself he hates. Hate. That’s it. It’s all hate, isn’t it? So if it is… why are his limbs trembling and eyes watering, why is his mind jumbled with all these memories, why has the blood coursing through his veins been irreparably polluted with so much deep, earth-shattering terror and grief at the thought of losing you? Why was there a crater in his chest where his heart usually resided when he imagined his life without you in it?

Maybe it's because, for better or for worse, you were a constant in his life. From the second your presence made its way to him, you never left. There hasn't been a day that he hasn't seen you, that he hasn't been in your vicinity, not a day in which you haven't trained together, side by side, friends before, enemies after, but always together. Your words, that he drowned for years, came back like an undying echo ringing in his ears.

"You and I, we're meant to fall and rise together..."

I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That we don't lose, yeah, what's the use?

More and more, it felt like you had been right all along. He didn't think about it for so long, so desperate in his attempts to hurt you like you had hurt him, to sour your life like how you soiled his most precious memories, all of you and him, all of a childhood long left behind, all of fantasies he's harboured at the time that long dissipated from the version of future he used to dream about. Nothing about his life now was how he once envisioned, and that was because of you. He would never forgive you, but he couldn't let you go, either. No matter how the visions differed from his current reality, he couldn't shake you, couldn't let you go. Because despite it all, he couldn't part with the girl that used to be his partner in crime, his training buddy, his best friend, his first flight.

"Are you ready?"

Neteyam watched in awe as you confidently nodded at his father, smiling as if the hardest challenge an Omaticaya Na'vi would ever undertake, one that most people did when they were much, much older, was nothing to you, like it was just another yarik hunt that you've done a thousand times before. You turned to him and the smile you gave him dazzled him, left him breathless, not a good thing for the trek he was about to undertake, but still, not something he would could ever find it in himself to be upset about. You turned your attention momentarily to the bowl of paint in your hands before you brought a finger to his face, completing the pattern that was the same as the one you were adorning, one that he painted on you.

You both took turns saying goodbye to everyone, paying special attention to the little bundle in Neytiri's arms. Neteyam couldn't believe this was his little sister, and couldn't believe how attentive you were with her, how careful and loving. Some of his personality must be rubbing off on you, because to the Sully family's surprise, you didn't drop Tuk once in the year she's been born. In fact, you haven’t dropped anything in the last couple of months, including yourself from high places, which used to be one of your favourite past times, and Neteyam couldn't help blush at the thought that he was the reason you were being a little more careful.

As expected, the climb was the hardest thing Neteyam ever put his body through, and he felt suddenly grateful for all the years of torturous training that now felt like a peaceful breeze of the wind in an otherwise unyielding hurricane. Still, seeing you in front of him, not once complaining, not in front of the multiple 15 to 19 year olds that were also taking their rite of passage today, not in front of your Olo'eyktan, made him push through, too. If you could do it, so could he. Because you would do it, so would he.

The rookery was hidden behind a waterfall, and Neteyam watched as one by one, the few Na'vi joining you both either failed or succeeded, and with each attempt, his fear grew stronger, his mind more restless. Eventually, it was his turn, and with a deep breath, he started walking towards the slippery ledge that would lead him to his fate. A hand on his chest not only stopped him in his tracks, but also stopped his heart momentarily, just momentarily, because before he knew it, it started booming again with enough intensity to dizzy him.

"Ma tsantu... you got this. Remember, you and I, we're meant t-"

"-to fall and rise together, I know." you smile, your fingers smoothing the deep frown that gave Neteyam a headache without even realising and he sighed, trying to calm his mind and soul, focusing on you and only you.

"Exactly. So you can't fall, because if you do, I'll have to follow you... and I don't intend to fall yet, Teyam. Not yet."

"How did this happen?"

"Oare... got shot. She's dead. She... fell. I couldn't catch her." I couldn't catch her...

Neteyam couldn't bear to look at the way his grandmother was ripping you apart, although he knew it was all with the purpose of putting you back together again. Her trainees, all girls he knew, some girls he knew more intimately than others, all flocked around you, with wet cloths and trays of balms and powders, of plants and tinctures, and it all hurt, the guilt of knowing to some extent, to a large extent, this was all his fault. This ongoing war between you, never-ending and harrowing, reached a nadir that resulted in the death of your ikran, in your accident, and indirectly, because of your removal and his from the battlefield, might result in the deaths of good na'vi men and women, all of whom had families and a life, and a future they would be robbed of.

Neteyam couldn't leave you and go back. If he did, he knew that much like you, he wouldn't be able to focus enough to matter, and the thought of his mother, of his father, losing one more loved one was too much to bear. Neteyam couldn't leave you, but he couldn't stay here either. It hurt, being here, watching flashes of the girl he hates intertwined with the girl he loved more than anything else in the world, it hurt, having to deal with feelings he buried deep down and memories that came to him like summer rain, uninterrupted and warm, but powerful enough to flood and leave damage their wake.

With one last look at your unconscious form, Neteyam left the village on the back of his Ikran, knowing there was one thing he needed to do, he had to do. His mind was overcome with agonising sorrow as Seze's mourning was felt through his entire being, and the full weight of what transpired came crashing down on him like a tidal wave he could do little to stop, but had to power through, hoping that by the end there was something left of his heart to go on. Oare, much like Seze, has been in his life every day for the last 7 years, and he loved her. She was playful and sweet, and she always played with him when he snuck out at night to give her pets and treats, refusing to let your declining relationship affect their bond. Oare was Seze's best friend, her companion and life partner, and Neteyam knew her death would affect his ikran for a long time, perhaps forever.

With a squeal that matched the banshee, Neteyam watched from the air, on the back of his new mount, his new friend, his new spirit sister, as you made Tsaheylu, and his heart, that has been barely beating in anxious fear, felt finally awake again.

"Ftang! Tam tam, tsìltsan 'eve." your smile was wide and relieved as your eyes searched the sky until they found his, and he swore he never knew it was possible to love someone so much, to feel so connected to a soul, so much so it felt like he could hear you, your heartbeat and your mind, like tsaheylu would have been redundant because he knew. He just knew.

"I did it, Teyam!"

"Yes, you did, Vi! Come, first flight seals the bond."

That day was Neteyam's happiest day. That memory is still something that he cherishes deeply, that he'll never be able to shake, that haunts him at night, that shakes his resolve whenever he's thinking of a new way to make you pay. That memory is still untarnished in his mind, and it will always remain so, especially today, as he's fastening Oare's lifeless form onto Seze, petting her one last time, allowing the tears he's been stubbornly pushing back this entire day to finally fall from his cheeks onto her face, almost like she was the one crying, one last time.

"I'm sorry, girl. I'm so sorry."

"I'm sorry that I beat you... again. You're gonna have to do much better than this to beat me, Teyam."

The floating rock you landed on, hours after you finished your Iknimaya, was alit with biofluorescence, the colours reflecting in your eyes and on your shiny skin, covered in a light layer of sweat from the flight.

"Give me a break, Vi. It's my first time doing this."

"Yeah, cause I've been doing it for ages." you say, chuckling and rolling your eyes. You prop your body on your elbows and point to the two banshees playing in the air with each other, a mass of ravelling green and purple, so beautiful, and so, so free.

"I can't take all the credit. She did most of the work. I love her already, Teyam. Do you have a name in mind for yours?"

Neteyam didn't have to think about it too much. Ever since he's first found out about the Iknimaya, a story told to him by his mother consolidated a name in his memory that he's never been able to forget.

"Seze. Like my mother's ikran that bravely gave her life in the war against the Sky People."

"That's pretty. And fitting. She's a beautiful flower."

"What about you?"

"Oare."

"Why?"

"I used to look at the moons every night and think I'm so far away from this, from my destiny, from who I've always known I was meant to be, the Iknimaya might as well have been the moon - unreachable, untouchable, a world away. And now, I'm here, with you, way past curfew, and we're gonna get in so much trouble and I couldn't care less because I did it, I reached the moon. And I did it with the only person I ever wanted to. So.. Oare."

"Thank you, Teyam. I learnt a lot from you in these years. Ever since I met you, I knew you were special. And I think, even without realising, I wanted to be more like you. I've looked up to you for so long, I don't even remember my life before the Sullys took me in. If I'm here today, it's because of you. You helped me become more temperate and understand the weight of my talent and my power, and that I have a responsibility to the clan, that this is bigger than me, and my life."

Neteyam was taken aback at your words. You were never this forthcoming with your feelings normally, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy about it. He was so happy.

"I love you, Vi. I may have made you more responsible, but you made me better. Braver. More creative, more inventive. I almost couldn't finish the Iknimaya today, and then one of your crazy ideas popped in my head, and it worked. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have done this without you, without your influence in my life. Thank you."

You smiled softly, and put your head on his chest, just watching the dance of the banshees, and he prayed that this moment would never end.

"I guess we really are meant to be together then, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess we are."

Neteyam placed Oare in the village, where the elders and Tsa'hik would be able to perform Eywa's funeral rituals, before making his way back to the tent. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped him as he was met with your drowsy, blood-shot eyes, so much sadness in them, it broke him. They were so different then the ones that have haunted Neteyam's mind today, so devoid of the innocence and love he remembered, so filled with anger and spite and hurt, so much like his own, such a bitter reminder that the past was only that, the past, and there was nothing left of you, or of him, of the love you shared and the future he envisioned. With one last memory, Neteyam felt the walls surrounding his heart, thick and unflinching, growing harder with every year since the Iknimaya, fortify yet again, as one last memory emerged uninvited and reminded him of why, despite your history, Neteyam would never look at you the same way again.

And I know whatever this is ain't love So I'm goin' I'm gonna let you go, let you go

"I'm going to go back to my tent. I had too much of a good day to spoil it by Jake yelling at me for 2 hours straight. I'd rather save the pleasure for tomorrow."

"That's so unfair, why do I have to suffer by myself?"

A shrug was all the answer you felt was necessary to give him, and he felt his heart drop at the notion of going to his family's tent so late, so far past curfew, without your much more argumentative presence, that his father could never resist. He walked cautiously, silently, praying that his family would be asleep so he could just sneak in and postpone the yelling until tomorrow. To his surprise, he heard whispered voices coming from right outside the tent, whispers he quickly recognised as his father and grandmother's.

"... that it should be her. She should be the next Olo'eykte. That she is the most deserving of it, has been since she was young. It took a long time to see it for myself, but... I don't know. Maybe he.."

...Olo'eykte? You? Neteyam couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't believe how quickly his father was willing to replace him, how quickly he considered you better and more worthy of the title than his own son, than the rightful heir. You were both 12, for Eywa's sake. How could a decision be made so early? Neteyam felt tears gather in his eyes, the betrayal's sting more painful than a kali'weya's, and yet, still, a part of him knew this already. A part of him couldn't find it in him to be upset, because you were better. And you deserved to lead, you deserved to fulfil your destiny, that was made for greatness, made for the songs and the ballads, made for history.

"It's Neteyam's birthright, Jakesulli. It wouldn't be right, no matter how worthy the girl is. What about a mateship? They have been inseparable for years anyhow."

"Ah, she would never want to be Tsa'hik. And she wouldn't be good at it anyway. Besides..." the silence felt like it dragged on forever, and he clung on to it, afraid of what was waiting for him at the end of it.

"I mentioned it to her. She said she... doesn't want to mate with Neteyam. That she couldn't ever love him the way a mate would. She was... very adamant about it."

As Neteyam looked into your eyes, those words forever embedded in his psyche, playing in his ears like a cacophony of sounds that rattled him every time he saw you, even so many years later, solidified in him by all the times you continued to hurt him, continued flaunting your relationships and skills to him, your connection and closeness to his own family, that sometimes he felt like he didn't belong in anymore, like he was the adoptive one... he was reminded that every time, it hurt, every day, it broke him further, and those eyes that were once his guidepost and the reason he got up in the morning, were now empty and bleak, and enough to make anger bubble in his soul once more, until it drowned everything else, until it was all that was left.

I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That we don't lose, yeah what's the use? I don't need a reason to keep on dreamin' That I can win this stupid thing called love

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strawberri-blonde · 10 months

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He’s Mine - Neteyam

Photo credit to the beautiful , the amazing @cinetrix

Summary: Some people think you don’t deserve Neteyam and you have them begging for forgiveness

Warning: Graphic content. Blood. Fighting. Rough language. Dirty Talk. Illusions to smut. Breeding kink? Lmk if you see anything else.

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Everyone knew that you and Neteyam were tied together. Every since the first hunt the two of you went on with other Na’vi your age, who was trying to prove their self worth to the clan. You and Neteyam were paired together and you two managed to hunt down a hammerhead titanothere also known as an ‘angtsìk. For two young adult Na’vi, to hunt these massive creatures at such an age, the clan knew you’d be a perfect fit. Even Eywa showed her blessing from her seedlings. Whenever you and Neteyam would take a midnight stroll in the beautiful forest the essence seeds danced from the both of you like they were celebrating your Union. However, the both of you weren’t mated yet. Neteyam was a traditional man and that made you love him even more. “Just a few more days, yawne.” He whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss to your forehead in front of anyone to see.

At first, it was weird to see the two of you together because of your hard exterior. Your father Tsu’tey had raised you to be a strong warrior who’d let no one see your emotions and you did just that. But Neteyam was the exception to this rule. When y’all were alone you’d always shower him with kisses, you even prepared all the meals, making him lunch then wrapping them in razor palm leaves to insure the freshness and the thick leaves should keep the food safe for your mate to eat whenever he pleases. You even loved helping him braid and wash his hair. You couldn’t help wash his body despite you begging some nights, because like I mentioned earlier Neteyam is a traditional man. He wanted to wait until the next eclipse and you were more than happy to wait for him. Your only goal in life was to make your future mate happy, that’s why it had your blood fuming in rage as you listened to the group of Na’vi who attended your age group in the training sessions to speak down about your feelings for the future Omaticaya Olo’eyktan.

Your lips curled downward, and your upper lip lifted, exposing your sharp fangs. A soft growl pushed its way from your throat as the group of three, a man and two women, spoke harsh words.

“She doesn’t even knowledge him in public.” Seeing the shorter stature and the slicked-back braids you immediately knew it was Katara, she was a beautiful Omaticaya woman with a strong forehead, and even stronger jawline. She always had her lustful eyes on your mate.

“Yeah it’s like she has this cold shoulder to everyone.”Azusa was Katara's friend, and the two girls were like sisters. Although she had softer features, and soft curls to match, you couldn't deny that she was a smart warrior. Her mind made up for her lack of physical strength, sometimes.

“She just thinks she’s better than everyone just because she’s a good warrior.” Bolin. The name left a bad taste in your mouth. He was always jealous that you were smarter and stronger than him. He especially hated that you denied him courtship. How could you, as a strong Omaticaya woman, ever mate with someone who was less than you?

“I bet Neteyam is scared of her. That’s why they’re not mated yet.”

“He wouldn’t be scared of me. Um, the things I’d do-“

“Katara.” You listened to Azusa’s playful scream as you crouched low, stalking your prey, making no noise to be heard.

“What who wouldn’t want the Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan to keep them nice and plump full of his babies. I’d proudly walk around with his seed running down my legs. ”

That was the final straw, and it only got better that you were in the forest, away from the village, where even if someone were to scream and plead for their life, no one would hear them. It was as if Eywa had intended it to be that way.

As rage filled your entire soul, your heart started to beat like a war drum. Your blood pulsed, feeling it in your veins. They were full and ready, as the adrenaline hit you like a stampede of hammerheads pushing through narrow paths in the Pandora forest.

You were smart with your attack. Bolin was your first prey, because you knew to always take out the bigger “threat” first. Hiding in the leaves until the last second, you grabbed your knife and slashed the backs of his legs right in the creases of his knees, sending him onto his kneecaps with his screams echoing in the air. But not for too long, as you grabbed the back of his head to slam his nose right into your knee. Not only did you do it once, but you did it again and again, until you knew he was unconscious. You couldn’t feel pain, only the most intense anger.

“Bolin.” Azusa screamed in terror while Katara grabbed her knife ready to defend herself. Both of the girls eyes widen. When you're scared, your eyes might widen and your pupils will dilate. This is because your body is preparing for a potential threat and needs to take in as much information as possible. Seeing the animalistic act that you just did to their friend, it had the Na’vi women beyond terrified.

Despite originally planning to save Katara for last, you acted quickly and went for her since she had the knife. Perhaps you still had a chance to achieve your goal because fortunately, you had trained with her, so you knew her moves and her faults. Katara tends to step with her swing, which makes her stances unbalanced and easy to overcome. When the shorter woman lunged forward, you blocked her hit by swinging your arm clockwise while holding a tight fist. Azusa tried to tackle you meanwhile you quickly stomped down on Katara's shin with your heel, distracting her, and spun around to grab Azusa's swinging arms, manipulating them behind her back. “Drop the knife or I broke her neck.”

With your left hand, you held onto her wrists and used the other hand to grab Azusa’s knife that she always kept by her thigh. You pressed the blade against her throat, causing the woman to sob in fear. A sinister grin appeared on your heart-shaped lips, which Neteyam loved so much. “No, no, no, please,” she pleaded.

“She’s my sister.” You pressed the knife rather allowing blood to drip between her small nonexisting breasts. No good for mothering babies, you thought then Katara words from early flashed in your brain.

“-who wouldn’t want Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan keep them nice and plump full of his babies-“ “the things I’d do-“

As you let out a loud hiss that sounded more like a roar, mimicking that of a Palulukan, which means 'dry mouth bringer of fear,' Katara's throat tightened up to the point where she was gasping for air. She begged you, “Y/n, please.” You cut Azusa higher on her neck, causing both girls to cry out in fear and pain.

“Drop.” You spat out. “The fucking knife.” The English word felt like Azusa’s knife had pierced both of their ears as well.

“Okay.” Katara cried out throwing the knife where Bolin laid face down still unconscious. “Okay, Y/N. I-I,” the Nav’i raised her hands in a surrender as she strubbled into the base of a huge tree. “Why are you doing this?” Seeing her finally find some composure to form her words you hissed another time at her stupidity. Slashing down, you cut Azusa’s blue skin for the third time accidentally making it look like claw-work from a predator.

“Neteyam is mine.” Your voice was carried strong but in a low-pitched, guttural sound; almost in an ominous tone. Your voice sounded like it came from the depths of the demon plant called earth, with a slow and deliberate pace that sends shivers down Azusa and Katara spines. “And when I’m done with you,” you could feel Azusa shaking terribly as you spoke. “You’ll never be able to look at him again.” The menacing tone in your voice was powerful. Then suddenly as Azusa started to shake she went limp in your arms.

“Azusa.” Katara pleaded as the girl’s turquoise eyes rolled in the back of her head.

You pulled on her loose curls to tilt her head back to see in fact that she’d passed out. “Pathetic.” You spit in the girl’s face then pushed her to the ground next to Bolin. “You girls.” You tainted aiming the weapon at the scared written expression. “You whores think you are privileged enough for Neteyam’s semen?” You slashed at Katara’s face, making the girl cry harder, causing her tears to mix with her blood stained cheek. You grabbed her throat in your hands enjoying the way it felt to have her life in her hands. “Eywa blessed us.” You cut her again this time on her jaw line damaging her one good feature. “I’m his capable mate-”

“Y/n.” Hearing that heavenly voice, you turned in the direction while maintaining your grip on Katara’s neck.

“Teyam?” Seeing the worry on his face caused you to halt your movements but your grip didn’t waiver. You needed her to know that, that godly man was yours.

He held his bow tightly and stood in a stiff posture, clearly in protective mode. “Ma’Y/n, when I didn't see you at our spot, I went tracking,' he said. He then caressed your cheek with his free hand, not paying attention to Katara. Hearing that he tracked you down and was waiting for you made your stomach feel warm. “And seeing this,” his amber eyes fired with rage as he looked at the bodies on the floor. He then turned to Katara, who was still pinned to the tree, and asked, “Yawne, did they hurt you?”

Of course, your sweet Neteyam knew that something had to have happened for you to lose your composure like this. It wasn't like you to act out; you kept to yourself and didn't allow anyone to read you. That's why so many people thought that you were cold, and to be honest, you didn't care. You only cared about what Neteyam thought of you. “Neteyam-“ you changed your venomous tone to a sweet one, but it was cut off by Katara sobbing.

“Are you kidding me? She’s an animal.” This cause you both to let out a hiss, Neteyam’s from defending you while yours was from anger. You stabbed her through the hand, sinking the knife that was made from an ikrans sharpened claw into the wood of the tree, despite her struggles and screams.

“Neteyam.” You snarled looking at your prey with harden eyes. “Tell her.” The Omaticaya Prince lovingly gripped the side of your head letting his thumb stroke your temple. And before he could ask you to explain you continued, “tell her what you’re going to do to me in 13 days on the night of the eclipse. Tell her.”

As the realization hit him, heat flushed his face, and he understood why you were acting like this and why this whole situation came to be. You were staking your claim on him. Neteyam wasn't dumb; he knew Katara had 'feelings' for him, but they never mattered to him. His amber eyes had always been on you ever since you won against him in a fight when you were both 12. Since then, he trained to be your worthy mate, someone you would trust to grow with and be a strong father for your future kids. He remembers praying to Eywa every night for her, to see that you would be the perfect match for him. You were a leader in his eyes, a strong one.

So it's fair to say Neteyam has always loved you, but it was the way you were claiming him, defending him from other possible threats. In a strange way, he felt so loved, so seen that not even his family or friends could make him feel that way. You loved him so much that you were willing to hurt for him. You were willing to kill for him. A feeling washed over him like none other, that could only be described as one thing: lust. It was a primal feeling. He let out a low growl that was like music to your ears. “Y/n, you know that if I wasn't a traditional man, I'd take you right here.” You couldn't help but moan as his words drowned out Katara's cries. Neteyam never looked at the pathetic woman once; all he could see was you. “I'd bend you over, using that pathetic excuse as an Omaticaya clan member as a step stool. I'd keep you stuffed to the brim,' his lips were barely touching yours now. 'Letting anyone see, so they know who you belong to.' Your lips parted as you began to grow absolutely drenched in your loincloth, making the material stick to you.

“But," you let out a whimper as he pulled you away from the girl, causing your hands to rest on his chest. "My respect and love for you outgrows my deepest desires, Ma'Y/n." Neteyam traced the necklace you wore, the first thing he gave you as a courting gift, and even though he's given you many wonderful treasures, this one is your favorite. To you, it signifies your love for each other. "So, in 13 days, we're going to celebrate our love in front of the clan by eating all sorts of amazing foods, and as tradition, I'm going to kill you the most wonderful beast and serve it to you along with the most delicious fruit that I'll gather. And maybe we'll dance," Neteyam said with his infamous toothy smile. You kissed his hands that cupped your face. "Then I'll take you to our spot," a waterhole that overlooked the Tree of Souls. "We will make Tsaheylu then I'll ravish you, darling." You groaned out loud, going to kiss him, but he pulled away, still keeping you in his arms as he pushed Katara back against the tree, noticing that she was trying to free her hand from the tree. "What?" Neteyam hissed out in annoyance. "You think you're getting out of this?"

“Neteyam, please.” Katara cried out but he wasn’t going to listen. She disrespected you. “I understand now.” His primal instinct grew as the need to protect you washed over the man.

He growled as he wrapped his large hand around the girl’s throat squeezing until her blue face turned purple. “No, I don’t think you do.” You nuzzled against his chest seeing him stand up for you. “I’m going to split her open with my cock and spill my cum in her over and over again, until my scent is engraved in her skin.” You slipped a hand on his waist scared that you actually might touch yourself if not careful. “And she’ll carry all of my heir until I say we have enough. And if you think you could come between us then I guess I’ll have to kill you.” As his grip tightened Katara started to beg for her life.

“No, no, Neteyam, I understand. I understand!” She wailed making you smirk at her demise. “You’re together and I actually thank that your perfect for one another. I promise.” Neteyam liked her words.

“Keep begging.”

“I’m not even half the woman Y/n is. I swear I’m not. I’m pathetic.” The girl sobbed making her tears wash away most of the blood that the cuts caused. “Ple-please mighty warrior. I’ll be the first one to cheer as you both enter a room. I promise. Promise so, so, so good.” The way that she was chocking on her tears satisfied your rage so much. Neteyam nodded his head pointing at her chest.

“I won’t kill you.” This had Katara sob from happiness until the man spoke again. “Unless you tell anyone what happened here today. Or if me, or my mate, hear one disrespectful thing coming from your thin lips. Got that. Yeah, actually don’t even look at her wrong, or I’ll kill you and dump your body from the shy, so there’s nothing left of you when you hit the unforgiving rocks from the Hallelujah Mountains. Do I make myself clear?” The woman nodded but it wasn’t good enough. “Do I make myself clear?” This time Neteyam’s voice rang through the forest causing birds to fly away from how threatening it sounded.

“Yes sir. I’m forever sorry for my behavior Neteyam. A-and Y/n pl-please accept my deepest apologies.” You untangled yourself away from Neteyam tapping his lower back signaling him to back up. Katara sighed from relief thinking she was free, but you then trapped her end with your palms resting on the bark on the either side of her head.

“One move Katara, the slightest look or even a giggle and Neteyam’s not the one to worry about.” Again, that same fear entered her eye from earlier. It satisfied you enough where you pushed back into Neteyam’s arms. As he circled his forearms around you, you turned to face your handsome warrior. You stood on your tippy-toes and gripped his hair underneath it all from the back of his head right on the nape of his neck, Neteyam knew this move, so he could only do one thing; meet you halfway. As your lips met in an intense, coveted way, you felt this electric surge through your body. You were addicted to his soft lips and the way your tongues always fought for battle. It had the both of your insides burn hot. The desire was almost too much to handle. It hurt with the burning sensation of need. Need for him to be inside you, and the need of your wet walls to be painted of nothing but him.

Neteyam was the first to pull away almost laughing which instantly had you feeling giddy. Not sparring the girl another look, Neteyam pulled you into his arms and began to walk the both of you in the direction of your waterhole. “Not now, my beautiful flower.” He kissed your head after you stepped over Azusa’s body. “Not yet.” Giggling to yourself you grabbed Neteyam’s hand and let the strong warrior pull you away from your troubles. As your eyes connected to the ground, you couldn’t help but look back at the three Na’vi for one last time to bask in your pride. Katara didn’t dare move and you knew she wouldn’t until you both were out of sight. Good. Bolin was still unconscious which wasn’t a surprise. You did kinda smash his head in quite a few times. Then as you looked at Azusa, you saw an eye immediately shut, when they noticed you staring. The girl faked passing out. Huh, maybe she was a smart girl after all.

Hey guys my first neteyam post and it wouldn’t be with @cinetrix this person truly inspires me to write. Also if there’s a speeding error or anything that looks wrong just lmk politely and I’ll change it!

~ Caroline

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torukmaktoskxawng · 11 months

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Headcanons if Avatar!Grace lived and raised Kiri alongside the Sullys and adopted Spider:

"Jake Sully, I know damn well that you didn't just ground your son for recklessness! 'You wanna hear about reckless? How about the time you taunted a baby hammerhead titanothere and its mother before being chased into the jungle by a Thanator like the asshat you are."

Spider is depressed because Neytiri has yet to warm up to him. Grace gathers him up like he's still a baby and since she's a Na'vi and he's a human, it's so easy to do: "Give her some time, kiddo. Neytiri has lost more than most to the Sky People. In the meantime, go find your sister. I think she's been wanting to show you her newest verse in her songcord."

"Neteyam, sometimes you gotta just ignore your father. He's a jarhead. No. I'm not telling you what that means."

Kiri when she's vocal about her insecurities and how she feels different from everyone else. Grace silently listens before saying: "You hear Eywa? Normally, I would call you crazy from a scientist's perspective... but after what Eywa has done for me... After she saved all that I am in this body while the human one died, and after she gave me you, I don't think it sounds as crazy anymore. You're a miracle, baby. My sweet little miracle. You and your brother are so special, and any moron who says otherwise must have a death wish."

Ever watch Once Upon a Time? Remember this scene between Regina and Emma? ⤵️

Quaritch: He's my son-!

Grace: HE'S NOT, HE'S MINE!

"Jake, Lo'ak came to me traumatized because he walked in on you and Neytiri."

Jake: It was an accident. But at the same time, he can't just walk in without announcing himself.

"No? Huh. That's funny. Hey, I think Norm should go talk to your son about the time you wheeled in on him and Trudy--"

Speaking of Norm, Grace has a hard time being able to fit herself in their portable biolab due to the size so Norm and Max build a large greenhouse and lab meant for Grace's new height difference. They can't change the fact that the microscopes are still too small for her hands, however.

"If my hands weren't capable of crushing the damn thing I would've done it myself instead of letting you idiots tamper the samples with your saliva AGAIN."

She still teaches all the village kids how to speak English among other human customs. A new school is built in the mountains and Tuk is her best student, obviously.

Grace vocally admits she prefers Jake in a wheelchair because he was easier to push around. To which Jake responds: "Woman, you know damn well you still push me around."

Here's some more angst: Kiri and Spider are arguing and I believe this scene comes from the live action Mowgli movie:

Kiri: You're my best friend, Spider. I understand what it's like for no one to want you. I don't have any friends neither. But we have each other and we're like the same--

Spider: We're not the same.

Kiri: We are. Because- you're special, and I'm special--

Spider: WE'RE NOT SPECIAL! Don't you get it?! We'll never be one of them! We're freaks! You're not special, Kiri! It's just something Mom tells you to make you feel better about yourself BECAUSE YOU CAME OUT WRONG!

(Side note: Wow. I just made myself cry.)

Grace would be beside herself. She's trying to comfort Kiri after the fight and trying to figure out what to do with Spider. She knows she should ground him, but at the same time, she knows where he's coming from and why he finally snapped. With Quaritch hunting them and likely trying to take Spider back, the boy is beyond stressed on top of still trying to fit in.

Lo'ak ended up being the one who got Kiri and Spider to make up after giving each other the silent treatment for a week. Lo'ak understood them better than Grace ever could.

Grace, with Rotxo, probably: If you break my daughter's heart, then I'll break your tail.

Jake is trying to get his whole family to behave alongside the Metkayina so that they could stay there and not get kicked out. He didn't realize he'll have to make GRACE AUGUSTINE behave on top of that.

Ronal and Grace have MAD respect for each other you can't convince me otherwise.

I NEED to see Avatar!Grace riding a skimwing with the brightest smile on her face that would be so amazing.

Tsireya buddies up to her immediately, sticking to her side like glue and asking a hundred questions, usually followed by "Can I take Kiri and Spider swimming?"

Ao'nung keeps a good several feet between himself and Grace. He's suspicious and she straightens him out with one glare, ESPECIALLY after he bullied her kids around for being freaks.

Grace even got Tonowari to laugh when she came dragging his son home by the ear for talking rudely to her.

Grace is like a second mom to Neytiri when they're so far away from home.

And finally:

"I'm too old for this bullshit."

Please reblog and add your own headcanons! I need more Grace

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rubra-wav · 13 days

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Your reqs are up again ❤❤

So can you do aquarium date with vox pls, i cant get enough of your vox x reader 😭

Vox x reader : Aquarium Date

A/N Sorry this has taken so damn long for me to get to 💀

And tysm, I'm glad you like my work. Hope you enjoy 💛

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, established relationship

The aquarium was abandoned as per Vox pulling strings. He didn't want the two of you to be surrounded by loud kids and randos on your date.

It was somewhat strange to be there with the lack of life in what would normally have been a bustling atmosphere, your voices echoing as the only sound next to the low cacophony of filters humming, however it certainly wasn't bad.

The two of you stood in front of one of the giant fish tanks bathing the room in blue light. Vox's clawed hand slightly trembled as he fought to seemingly contain himself from where your fingers were interlaced.

You had to fight to keep yourself from giggling all throughout the date to keep the peace. If you did, you would not hear the end of it from him.

He looked up at the hammerhead shark swimming behind the glass with a dorky happy grin on his face before he forced his expression to be neutral again as his blue pupils flickered to the side to look at you.

Your heart fluttered at how endearing the sight was. You only wish he'd just let himself properly have fun, really.

"What?" He asked, tone half-heartedly irritated. You realised that you'd probably been staring up at him with a lovesick expression as you watched him.

"Is it a crime that I want to look at you?" You raised a brow at him. "I thought that was your whole thing." You grinned as you watched him go a shade lighter.

Vox glared slightly at the blue light glasses on your face before looking away.

"Well, normally that would be because I can actually hypnotise them." He looked back at you as you leaned up on your tip toes, hands gently gripping either side of his monitor and turning his face down so he was looking you in the eye.

"You don't need any of that to hypnotise me, baby." You murmer softly and then snicker as you watch him glitch out slightly.

"That was-" He groans in frustration, closing his eyes with his brow furrowed that he's struck by it. "That was insanely cheesy. Do better next time."

You laughed as he cleared his throat, lightly grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from his face before turning away from you to continue walking through the aquarium exhibits, heels clicking loudly on the floor in the almost silent aquarium.

You shook your head with a smile, powering after him on your much shorter legs.

"You say that, but it still got yoooooou." You sang as you caught up with him, nudging him in the arm with your shoulder.

"It most assuredly did not." Vox smiled at the disbelieving 'mhmmm' you answered him with before wrapping his arm around your hip, pulling you closer to his side.

You hummed as you settled up against him, hands balling into his jacket.

You two wander through the halls of the aquarium, admiring the exhibits. Although it was mainly something you suggested because you knew he would love it, you were absolutely having fun.

It was funny watching Vox often trying to contain his excitement and failing as he infodumped on some of the sharks and other ocean life that you came across on your path.

He'd very quickly explain things before he realised he had said a lot and looked at you somewhat worriedly, afraid that you were annoyed by it before smiling somewhat awkwardly in relief when he saw you weren't.

It was the next exhibit that particularly caught your attention personally however, out of everything there - A giant display of brightly coloured fish highlighted by neon pink lights at two sides of the tank.

It had been extremely long since you'd seen colourful life in hell, so it enamoured you.

You unwrapped yourself from Vox and walked closer, eyes wide as you pressed a hand to the cold glass to look at them all swimming behind it.

The Video Star smiled as he watched you looking at all of them with wide eyes, slowly coming to stand next to you.

"They are extremely poisonous. Nothing brightly coloured and so 'pretty' in hell of all places is anything but dangerous." Vox states, hands in his pockets as he watches them dart around behind the glass as well.

You absentmindedly nodded, eyes quickly moving back and forth to keep up with different fish.

"You would of course know a lot about that though, now, wouldn't you?" Vox said quietly as he looked at you with clear adoration.

You looked to the side and up at him with an eyebrow raised, a sly smile on your lips. "Are you saying I'm dangerous?"

Vox laughed and moved to face you. "For me? Very." It wasn't exactly a joke at all even though he made it sound as much. The way he felt for you was something he was far from used to, and it did scare him in the beginning for sure.

The way the pink light of the exhibit mixed with his own to become purple as you properly turned to face him had his heart thudding in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to you.

"Comparing me to fish, how romantic." You jokingly teased with half-lidded eyes, revelling in the way his cheeks lit up even brighter.

"Not my fault that you make me tongue tied for more graceful compliments." He teased right back, leaning forward and closing the gap between you.

Vox's hands came to rest on your hips as you kissed his monitor softly with a sigh, your face burning slightly as you allowed the proximity and compliment to finally set in.

The aquarium faded to background noise as you two stood there just enjoying the moment, bathed in neon pink lighting.

Making out in an abandoned aquarium was far more romantic than you would have ever thought.

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#vox #hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader

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siancore · 1 year

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Do you have any hcs for Okoye and Attuma with children?

Hi, Anon. I'm sorry it took me a while to answer this. Here's a specific headcanon of mine:

It was hard for Okoye and Attuma to get pregnant at first, not through lack of trying. They had both waited so long before feeling ready to start a family. It had become clear, after being together, that they had each found the right person to build a future with.

The pregnancy went as fine as it could. Attuma doted on Okoye endlessly. He took time away from his official duties to look after her, even though she was well and had protested.

The prospect of parenthood had Attuma admitting to his wife that he was afraid (and he was afraid of nothing).

“My existence as a warrior has been about causing harm to life,” he had said to Okoye as they laid next to one another, and he rubbed her swollen belly. “How am I going to know how to nurture life?”

“The same way you have shown and fostered love for me,” Okoye replied softly. “By listening to your head and your heart – especially your heart.”

When their daughter was born, it was the first time Okoye had seen Attuma cry. The baby had her father’s eyes and her mother’s smile.

Khanyiswa had her naming day almost a year after she was born, in keeping with Attuma’s traditions. She was named after one of Okoye’s ancestors, in keeping with her traditions.

They hosted a quiet ceremony at their home on the outskirts of Birnin Zana and invited everyone who was important to them. It was the second time Okoye had seen Attuma cry.

Khanyiswa could already swim and tread water from an early age. When Attuma needed to leave the Surface World for his own wellbeing, she would follow. It was hard for Okoye and Attuma, one half of their partnership being of the Surface World, the other of Talokan, but they were devoted to one another and made it work. They only wanted the best of both worlds for their daughter.

Attuma took Khanyiswa to school most mornings. They would travel on foot, greeting neighbours as they went. Attuma got to know people a lot more because Khanyiswa was observant, like her mother, and liked to know as much as she could about people. Father and daughter enjoyed speaking to their neighbours and keeping up on what was happening in their lives. They found joy in learning that Abi's goats had escaped and wreaked havoc throughout the street.

Okoye took Khanyiswa out to the lands of the Border Tribe when she was still small. She taught their daughter how to fashion a spear from assegai wood, just like her mother had shown her. Okoye would tell stories passed down from griots and they would spend evenings stargazing together.

Attuma and Khanyiswa would spend weekends in Talokan when Okoye was away for work. He would teach their daughter how to fight and hunt, and tell stories of how K'uk'ulkan brought the Sun to their people. Attuma passed his nahual to his daughter: The Hammerhead Shark. This was Khanyiswa’s second spirit animal as she inherited the White Rhinoceros from her mother through kinship bloodlines. Both animals were fierce and strong, like Okoye and Attuma – just like Khanyiswa would be.

The small child filled books with drawings of the animals, proud in the knowledge that it was her duty to protect them and conserve their habitats when she was old enough. It was her cultural mandate to learn every song and dance related to both animals.

Attuma would place Khanyiswa’s tiny feet on his, hold her small hands in his, and dance with her in their backyard. Okoye would watch them laughing and smiling as they spun around and around until Attuma got dizzy.

When Okoye would braid Khanyiswa’s hair, the small girl would insist that her mother do something with her father’s long tresses.

“Please, Umama,” she would plead. “Make Baba’s hair pretty, too.”

"Mmm, your Baba is already very pretty," Okoye would reply, causing her daughter to cover her mouth and giggle, and cause her husband to blush.

Okoye and Attuma made sure Khanyiswa was surrounded by family, culture, and community. They made sure their daughter knew that even though both of her parents had loyalty to their homelands, and responsibility in their duties, she always came first.

When Okoye became Director of the Agents of Wakanda, she was able to spend more time at home. It was in that time that she found out they were pregnant again.

Their son Kani was born in the summertime. He favoured his big sister: Same eyes, same smile. Attuma held Kani and cried, again. Their little family was complete.

#okoye #attuma of talokan #attoye #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye

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swan2swan · 10 months

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I just realized that the part where Brooklynn “punched a Hammerhead in Hawai’i” was probably the reason why her follower count spiked to absurd levels.

She started as this cute little ten-year-old with a web show, maybe gets some news stations to pick her up because she’s doing Really Neat Tech Stuff, goes viral with a cute dance and all that...she’s got a few thousand followers, maybe even a million. Heck, you know what? Maybe her DADS were famous. They’re the popular ones and their adorable daughter is with them.

...and then, at age eleven, while filming some stuff in Hawai’i, Brooklynn gets attacked by a shark. Fights it off. Gets away. And the internet and media go NUTS, because she filmed the whole thing. One million followers on her dads becomes ten million followers to her because she GOT THAT and she DID THAT all on her own. Big news stations go crazy, and the next two years are just her going up and up and up...all because of one shark.

#it wasn't a big shark #but the internet is the internet #jurassic world: camp cretaceous #jwcc #brooklynn #jw:cc

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 2 months

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Leave Him Alone

“I'm sorry.” Zev sighs, plopping some snacks into her mouth from the container she had secured from the first food stall they had encountered.

This was meant to be a quick trip into the village to pick up some supplies and then just head back to the cabin where Mose is waiting with Junior (Neither of them do well in the cold.) and Grogu, but things just got more complicated.

“It's fine.” Din sighs as well. He had known bringing Leave-it along, not just her and Corin, would mean there would be a lot of talking, he just hadn't anticipated the blond making it his personal mission to speak to just about every soul in the village.

“He's just...” Zev gestures vaguely towards where Leave-it and Corin are in deep conversation with some stranger. “Weird. Always have to talk to strangers. He got invited to some baby's naming ceremony last week after speaking to the parents for about ten minutes. I honestly can't take him anywhere.” She rummages around in the container for more treats. Din battles against a smile. They are such complete opposites, her and Leave-it, but somehow it works. Judging by how much she's been eating these last two days, things appear to have worked really well between them. She hasn't said anything about anything, but Din is still willing to bet credits on there being some good news real soon. “Seriously, it's fine.”

Which it is. A bit time consuming, but fine. The trouble emerges when Leave-it and Corin come trotting back over, all excited, to tell them they had just been invited to join in on some big sporting event that takes place on a frozen lake.

Zev'sonya scowls and chews. Din is about to veto the entire thing until he sees the excitement in Corin's eyes and the gorgeous smile that reveals just how much he wants to go to this thing. Great. How is he supposed to say no to that?

He can't.

Which is why Din Djarin finds himself standing next to a frozen lake with a very annoyed twi'lek by his side, while the love of his life and his obnoxiously cheerful friend are attaching skates to their feet to join the people already warming up on the ice.

“Push-over.” Zev'sonya mutters.

“I didn't hear you tell your boyfriend no.” Din mutters back, skilfully ignoring Zev’sonya’s scowl.

Down on the frozen lake, Leave-it shows he's not a lost cause on skates, unlike Din. He's clearly not completely comfortable at first, a little awkward as he moves but improving by the second, and soon he's skating around with a confidence and skill Din has yet to achieve even after an embarrassing amount of tutoring.

Corin, on the other hand, is moving with such talent and grace that Din can't help but to wonder if he'd come rushing out of his poor mother on skates. He’s outshining everyone on the ice and he’s not even trying to impress anyone. If anything, Corin looks relaxed and is just having fun hanging around with Leave-it.

The game is silly and pointless. Six souls on each team, each person with a sturdy stick in their hands, trying to smack a small, black rock across a line about a meter long on either side of the lake.

If not for the bright grin on Corin's face as he skates next to Leave-it, Din would have found this a complete waste of time. That smile makes it worth it, though. That smile is perfection.

Once the game starts and the battle for the rock commences, it doesn't take long before the opposing team realizes what Din had already concluded; Corin is the biggest threat to their victory.

While there follows plenty of bickering over the rock, shoulders knocking against shoulders and the volume of voices rising along with their tempers, Din isn't too worried at first. In the fighting pit at the Covert, tempers always flared during their games as well. Then everything changes.

Corin is racing up the ice, tapping the rock along with his stick, when one man comes rushing in from the left. This one ignores going after the rock entirely and instead, with the determination of a hammerhead corvette, he body-slams into Corin with all of his might.

Din’s entire body jolts as Corin goes flying through the air, slams back down onto the ice and slides a good distance before coming to a halt. Pushing himself up on his arms, Corin shakes his head, as if to shake off the shock and dizziness, while Leave-it rushes to his side to check on him along with a couple of others from their team.

Din takes a step forward, about to call Corin off the ice, but it's too late as the crazy man is already up on his skates again and is sliding over to rejoin the game. He appears unharmed by the attack, though Din doesn't trust that for one second and scans Corin as he moves for any signs of discomfort. He knows only too well that Corin will ignore broken bones rather than inconvenience anyone, thinking a silly game being far more important than his own well-being. If Corin's shoulder droops, like when he broke his collarbone, or if he tries to keep his weight off a leg to ease hidden pain, or anything like that, Din will march over and physically drag Corin off the ice.

It’s not long before there is a new attempt at knocking Corin over. The same guy rushes twoards Corin with every intention of body slamming him into next week and it happens so fast that Din can't do anything to stop it.

Luckily, Corin must have anticipated this and he’s ready for it. When the guy charges at him, Corin turns, twists his body out of the way, and watches as his attacker flies by and nearly ends up face-first into the massive snowbank that circles the lake. Unfortunately, Din doesn't get to feel relief because he sees a second guy rushing at Corin's back with the intent of knocking him over while he’s distracted, but Corin once again merely turns and lets the idiot fly by him, even gives him a little wave. Now Din smirks and actually relaxes. A little. Corin's got this.

Despite several more attempts, no one comes close to even touching Corin. He side-steps, twists and slides out of their path with hardly any effort and mouth-watering elegance. If anything, he seems amused.

Din does the mistake of relaxing. Which is of course when bad luck strikes.

Once the players realize they can’t break any of Corin’s bones, they unleash their anger on the easier target: Leave-it, the other outsider. He’s nowhere near as fast or smooth on the skates and so he has no chance to dodge the guy now rushing at him.

Din flinches at the impact. It’s not as harsh as when that first guy hit Corin, but it is plenty hard enough to knock Leave-it over and for him to hit the ice with a yelp. Din looks over at Zev’sonya, who watches with a frown until Leave-it is back up on his skates and grinning at the fussing Corin before turning her attention back to her snacks. It appears that she’s a lot less worried than Din.

Minutes later, they knock the blond over again. Corin quickly skates over and helps Leave-it back up. Minutes after that, the opposing team knock him over a third time.

Kneeling next to Leave-it, who is gesturing that he’s fine, Corin slowly turns his gaze towards where the opposing team are huddling together with smugness radiating off them.

Corin is too far away for Din to see his eyes clearly, but he does see how Corin lowers his chin and how his shoulders tense up as his muscles tighten and bulge.

“Uh oh.” Din mumbles.

“What?” Zev’sonya asks.

“They just made Corin angry.”

Zev’sonya squints with the effort of trying to see what Corin’s face looks like. “I didn’t think he could get angry over a game.”

“Trust me.” Din says. “They could go after him and knock him down all day and he wouldn’t be bothered, but once they go after someone he cares about… I almost feel sorry for them.”

“I don’t.” Zev’sonya says, indeed without an ounce of sympathy in her voice. “I hope Corin breaks their legs.” She slowly cracks something between her teeth that sounds scarily like bones breaking.

Ah. A slight smile tugs at Din’s lips. Not less worried than Din after all, just better at hiding it.

The game starts up again, but this time Corin is the one ignoring the black rock and makes no attempts at scoring points. Instead he skates nearby Leave-it in what others might think is a purely whimsical way until one guy does the mistake of rushing at the blond with every intent of knocking him down.

Corin turns, faster than anyone should be able to on skates, speeds up, hunches forward and slams his shoulder into the guy so hard that both Din and Zev’sonya flinch. The impact is so violent it stops the man as if he’d run straight into a wall, his feet fly high while his upper body go down like a lead weight. The landing is so brutal his ancestors probably feel it too.

Zev’sonya lets out a low cackle of mean satisfaction when the guy has to be helped back up on his feet. Din, on the other hand, keeps his gaze on Corin, who nonchalantly skates around like nothing happened without straying too far from Leave-it or taking his eyes off the opposite team. Oh, he is seriously pissed off. Those guys have no idea what they’ve unleashed. Dank farrik, Corin is hot when he’s angry like this. Watching him destroy that guy without mercy, he’s gorgeous. Most people who have met Corin once upon a time would describe him as amiable to the point of being an easy push-over, but he’s showing a very different side to himself at the moment. One that Din loves. Right now, Corin looks ready to knock your teeth out if you challenge him.

The next man trying to knock Leave-it down fails to see Corin’s approach, but he certainly feels it when Corin grabs a hold of his shoulders and spins around to fling him face first into the snowbank on the left. Idiot number three who charges at Leave-it eats the ice hard when Corin comes up behind him and swings the stick with all of his might at his ankles. It takes a little while before someone tries to knock Leave-it down again after that, but once he scores two points for his team the tempers flare and one moron can’t help himself and rushes towards the blond.

“Mistake.” Zev’sonya observes,

“Big mistake.” Din agrees, while hoping she doesn’t pick up on the rasp in his voice due to how his throat is snaring up with the urge to admire out loud how hot Corin is right now.

“Down, boy.” Zev’sonya mumbles with a slight grin.

She heard. Dammit. Din clears his throat a little awkwardly, but still savours the ruthless way Corin slams into a guy with all of his considerable strength and no fear. Magnificent. Mandokarla. So karking Mandokarla. This is what he knows is hiding behind Corin’s peaceful front and Din love it when idiots are corrected for mistaking his kar’ta’s kindness for weakness. Just because Corin prefers not to beat the shit out of people, it doesn’t mean he’s not able to if he feels like it.

It almost makes Din a little sad when there are no more attempts to challenge Corin’s defence of his friend. Leave-it gets to skate around freely, oblivious to the ominous presence of his self proclaimed bodyguard hovering nearby, ready to interfere with anyone going after him.

Not trusting things to not go wrong, Din lets out a sigh of relief when the game is finally over. Corin and Leave-it’s team win 16-2. After a quick celebration with their team-mates, the two make their way over to Din and Zev’sonya, who choose to wait at a safe distance from clingy strangers.

“We won!” Leave-it declares with a laugh, one arm around Corin and the other punching the air.

“Congratulations.” Din says, eyes dwelling on Corin and loving how happy he looks.

“We saw.” Zev’sonya drawls.

“Don’t you wanna kiss the most important player on the ice?” Leave-it counters, leaning towards Zev’sonya with a suggestive grin and waggling eyebrows. “I mean, I must have scored ten or eleven of those points.”

“Yeah.” Zev’sonya says, raising an eyebrow to underline her sardonic look. “Because Corin beat up anyone who got in your way.”

“What?” Leave-it huffs. “No!” He looks over at Din. “Tell her that’s not true.”

Corin sends Din a tense look that begs for him to lie so Leave-it can go on smiling like he is.

Din purses his lips for a brief moment, considering his options, before replying. “I think you scored twelve of them, actually. That’s what I counted, anyway.”

“See?!” Leave-it exclaims with delight, only to have Zev’sonya roll her eyes and walk away which of course makes him hurry after her. “Zev, baby, twelve points. That’s awesome. I’m awesome! We should celebrate. Lucky you to be married to a genius. I’m kinda jealous. Zev. Hey, Zev. Wait up!”

Din smirks. Not a lie, no revealing of Corin’s actions, the perfect distraction for the guy famous for his lack of attention span. Raga would have been proud.

Corin inches over to stand next to Din as they watch the two walk away, speaking in a quiet voice: “Thank you.”

Din grunts, then turns to face him.

Offering a nervous smile, Corin shrugs. “I got a little carried away, I know. I’m sorry. I just… There was no reason to go after him like that. They were just doing it because they couldn’t get me; hurting him because they couldn’t hurt me, and I… got angry.”

“Furious.” Din corrects him a little absently.

Corin nods and lowers his gaze, appearing outwardly submissive, yet there is an unmistakable undertone of quiet, hard defiance in his voice as he speaks. “It was just game, I know, okay? I acted like an idiot, I realize that, but they were hurting him and I-”

“You.” Din reaches up and cups his gorgeous face between his hands to make him look up again. Din loses himself in those mesmerizing eyes as if the barrier of the HUD does not exist. “Were magnificent out there. Strong. Gorgeous. I could have watched you for days.”

Corin’s eyes flash with surprise and his lips part a little in a way that makes heat lick up Din’s spine. Yeah, his kar’ta still has no clue in regards to the effect he has on him and Din is starting to think he might never get it. Though, that might not be a bad thing, considering how enticing Corin looks all flustered when Din has to spell it out for him. “Din…”

Breathing a soft laugh, Din decides not to tease him today. He draws a final and lingering caress along Corin’s jawline before letting go and ordering the heat to leave his blood. “You protected your brother. As a Mandalorian should. You did good, okay?”

Corin smiles as the anxiousness leaves his body, but his gaze never leaves Din. Actually, there is something in his mesmerizing eyes that keeps a stubborn ember of fire alive in Din’s veins. “Does that mean I get a reward?”

Din struggles to swallow. Behave. He might mean something platonic. “Sure. What do you want?”

Corin’s smile widens a tiny fraction. There is nothing platonic about what’s on his mind, for sure. “I’ll tell you later.” He abruptly turns to follow the others. “Let’s get back to the ship before Zev’sonya decides to leave us behind and makes us walk back to the cabin.”

Din takes a deep, deep breath, before he follows with a faint laugh. Ice skating with sticks is officially his new favourite sport. It is definitely not a waste of time after all.

Maybe there is some way to get Corin a semi-regular spot on the local team?

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #corin the storm trooper #din djarin #zev'sonya #leave-it aka leo

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murdockmeta · 10 months

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welcome back to watchmojo where we are counting down ren's top 5 mike murdock moments

5. Killing Bullseye that one time

so, technically this didnt ACTUALLY happen (or itd be my number one lmfao), it was in a dream Matt was having while he was dying. but listen, okay, mike was still so real for this. bullseye was this close to killing Matt and Mike comes outta nowhere, declares his love for Karen Page, and boom shoots the guy right off a fuckin skyscraper how could i NOT talk about this, okay?

4. Being thrown to the ground

listen, he looks good a little roughed up, alright? what are you, a fuckin cop or somethin? aint it my right as a living, breathing, human being to enjoy pretty boys being thrown around a lil sometimes? damn

for reference: the first photo was when he was pretending to be Matt, trying to deal with some mob bosses. one of them got angry and pushed him down. the second was when mike was first introduced in the soule/noto run. bad guys bust into the bar hes at and matt throws him behind cover lmfao

3. this EXCELLENT reintroduction in the 2020 annual

the 2020 annual is when we get mike's whole backstory and THIS is the first panel we see him in. this is genuinely poetic. mike murdock wouldnt exist without first being made-up by matt (and matt pretending to be mike). we all know the story of matt losing his eye sight, he pushed a person out of the way of a van that was carrying toxic chemicals, blah blah

well. here we are yet again. except everythings flipped on its head. mike is pretending to be matt. he's jumping in front of this van to make the guys think theyve hit him so he can help rob them. he isnt saving anyone but he sure as hell is putting himself in danger. it sets the tone for his whole character. its just. yeah. this was fantastic, honestly.

2. his reaction to butch assualting hammerhead

okay so this was the moment in vol 6 that genuinely caught my complete attention. this was the moment i realized just how different and special mike was.

murdocks are known for, well, violence. jack was a boxer, he wanted matt to grow up and be nothing like him. he didnt want matt to fight only for matt to become daredevil later in life. we are led to believe there's almost this inherent violent streak to being "a murdock"

this is after a mob boss meeting, mike is watching hammerhead (a boss) from the shadows, helping butch keep track of him. he lets butch know where hammerhead is. butch proceeds to threaten hammerhead, bash his head into a car, yell at him, then gouge one of his eyes out.

and, well. this was mike's reaction.

this is the first time we are given a glimpse of mike's morals, his values. besides how much he cares for the people close to him, we find out he has an aversion to violence. he's a career criminal, i'm not saying he doesnt know how to throw a punch, but he goes out of his way to avoid it.

he's repeatedly shown to be a voice of reason, a mediator, and every time a violent solution is brought up, he immediately protests and wants to figure out a different way. that's fascinating to me.

he's breaking the mold of being "a murdock" in the most unexpected way. we think he must be so much like jack to so easily get involved in crime (with even jack saying so himself), but here we are shown that's wrong.

i wish we could've gotten his and butch's convo directly after this. also, another thing, mike's reaction to people he cares about doing something he doesnt approve of isn't to get angry, it's to worry. which, again. fascinating. admirable, even.

when he finds out matt's "in rehab" he's worried, and yeah a little angry, but mostly concerned for his brother. even after this incident, we are seen mike being very worried later. he's concerned for butch's mental state and wants to stop him from making any rash decisions (ie killing someone)

but, yeah. sorry for the damn essay (and heres another) anyways

trying to save wilson fisk from being assassinated

christs sake hes so fucking gorgeous. also ignore matt being an asshole here because that's all he ever did when mike was around.

this was another very interesting moment in which we see mike's strong morals on full display. we are repeatedly told mike isn't the kind of person to be trusted, he doesnt take things seriously, he's morally ambiguous yada yada. and yet.

as soon as he finds out butch is planning to maybe (which he later find out he's correct about) put a hit on wilson fisk, wilson fuckin fisk, he wants to stop it. mike is under the impression that killing someone is not a line you can cross and come back from. he's deeply concerned about the path his friend is headed down.

In this scene, he's coming to visit foggy in the hospital to talk to him about maybe getting butch out of jail while also hoping to catch daredevil there. he does, obviously.

his full intention is to team up with daredevil to try and take fisk down. mike thinks if he can take fisk down it'll stop butch from trying to kill him.

him going to daredevil also shows his ability to extend his compassion to others. he has no fuckin reason to trust daredevil. daredevil has done nothing but insult mike, yell and argue with him, and even rough him up a couple of times. and still, mike decides to reach out because he knows daredevil is supposed to be a good guy. he also knows daredevil is supposed to be matt's close friend.

he brings it up more than once that the reason he trusts daredevil is because of matt being his friend (despite mike and matt supposedly not being close).

so, yeah, i got a little off-topic, but that's why i love this scene so much. it shows not only how deeply mike cares for people, but also his compassion and aversion to violence. he's trying to take care of his best friend and trust daredevil despite their differences. he's showing how good of a person he is and how dedicated he is to his cause of a "bloodless" coup.

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if you made it this far fuckin THANKS, mike is my favoritest most specialist boy lmao and this turned into a character study high key but im not mad about it

#mike murdock #mike meta #ren rambles #daredevil comics #mike murdock meta #ren writes #here queues... daredevil!

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sharonrb · 1 year

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 1

Introduction: This story happens after the alliance; but a brief recap of what led up to it. No warnings, as none is needed. Enjoy

Chapter One

Recap:

They sped down the streets, trying to elude the Federal Officers sent to retrieve the young student, and scientist; RiRi Williams. Also, the one Namor sought to kill her; but Okoye and Shuri were there to prevent any harm to befall the young woman. Her only crime; she invented a machine, capable of detecting vibranium. She had no idea it would be sold to the government, nor that it would be used. It was just a school project, and a challenge offer to her by her professor, who told her that she couldn’t do it. She met the challenge, but somehow the government got their hands on it, which lead to this situation.

Okoye drove the red Corvette belonging to RiRi‘s father; who had passed away at some point in time. Shuri rode a motorcycle, found in RiRi’s garage; that she had been transformed into a workshop. RiRi flew over head in her make shift Iron Man looking suit. Griot, the AI of Shuri; informed Shuri a drone was over head and following them. Against Shuri’s advice, RiRi went into high altitude to take it out; and nearly dying from lack of oxygen.

One obstacle eliminated, and another on the horizon. The local Police had set up a road block, preventing them from crossing the bridge; RiRi had caused the drone to crashed into it, giving the trio easily access for a clean get away; so, they thought.

Suddenly, RiRi was hit and fell to the ground with such an impact; rendering her unconscious. Next, a watery explosion hit both Okoye and Shuri. Shuri was able to activate her shield; which helped, but she was knocked out. The vehicle Okoye was in flipped upside down; trapping her momentarily. She freed herself, and ran to check on Shuri; Griot informed her Shuri was fine.

Then a noise behind alerted Okoye, Riri was being pulled towards the water. She acted quickly and cut the cord. At that time, the water exploded and a Orca burst through; four blue beings jumped from it. On the other side of the bridge, a whale flew out of the water, and that’s when she saw him for the very first time. He was a huge male, bigger than the other four. They all were the same coloring; his headdress was that of a hammerhead shark skeletal, he landed on the bridge.

“Take another step closer, and I will kill you all,” Okoye shouted, driving her spear into the ground and removing her jacket. The small female spoke to them in a language Okoye didn’t understand, then she ran towards the police cars coming their way.

The big guy pointed at Okoye, and made a command to the other three warriors. They ran upon her and she fought them, while the big one circle around watching; as one by one his warriors fell. After, killing them, so she thought; she prepared to fight him. He spoke to them, and to her surprise; they rose from the dead, and went to help the small female. He started to approach RiRi, but before he could strike, Okoye blocked his spear, and swiped hers across his face; slicing it. He wiped the wound and stared at his blood on his fingers. His eyes went to her, and a smile crept across his face.

They squared off, he came at Okoye hard; she matched him, as they went back and forth. She gave him a kick in the groin, which subdued him for enough time for her to take advantaged. She dug her fingers into his gills at his neck; he yelled in pain, and pushed her off. They begin to engage again, this time he got her spear, pulled her into his, that he had thrust into the ground. Her shoulder was dislocated; she sat on the ground in pain. They stared at each other a few moments; then he kicked her spear towards her, pointing at it. She locked her shoulder back in place, and grabbed her weapon; then came at him, but he got the upper hand, tossing her to the ground. He said something to her, and picked up her spear to stab her. But she shocked him using a signal from her kimoyo beads; this surprised him.

They both recovered their spears; but by this time, the small female returned with the others. She yelled at him; then threw a ball to him. He met it with a bumped of his hip, and it came flying at Okoye. She struck it with her spear, causing it to explode. It sent her backwards, off the bridge and into the water. She tried to swim back to Shuri and RiRi, but she was too far away to save them. She could see the huge whale, and hear the splashes into the water. She knew she had failed at protecting Shuri, as she had promised the Queen.

Attuma and Namora returned to Talokan with the other three warriors. They took an unconscious Shuri and Riri to the undersea catacombs, to await the summoning of their K'uk'ulkan. Attuma went off alone to get some solitude. He had a special place he would always go to get some clarity. His mind went to the Wakandan warrior, who fought him and lived. That’s a rarity for him, as he is the best; the one who’s sent on the assassinations or hits. He got the job done; but not this time. Namora thought he was playing around, but he wasn’t; she was just that damn good. Even when she dislocated her shoulder, it didn’t stop her. She popped it back in place, and came at him with such intensity.

“Attuma,” Namora called to him, invading his private moment. “What was that on the bridge? I told you to kill the scientist; not play around with the Wakandan.”

“You forget, you are not my superior; we are equals.” He reminded her. Her eyes narrowed.

“Do no forget who is my cousin,” she warned.

“How can I since you never allow me to forget,” he growled. “And let me give you a little insight. I was not playing around with this Wakandan warrior. Is it so far fetch in your mind, that maybe these people are just as skilled in battle as us?”

“No one is as skilled as us,” she scoffed. “Besides, we have K'uk'ulkan.” He slid off the rock where he had been ssitting.

“I will tell you this,” he walked up on her staring down. “Without our capabilities and strength, the Wakandans could defeat us. So let us not get too arrogant, and hope an alliance between us will be assured.” He flew into the air and plunged into the water. Namora stood silent for a long time pondering what he told her.

The next day was the hardest thing, as she stood before the Elders, Council and the Chiefs; but mostly the Queen. As much as she tried to report what occurred; the more she realized her fate was sealed. They sat quietly saying nothing, only her uncle objected; when the Queen stripped her of her rank, and from the Dora Milaje.

She fell to he knees begging her to give her a chance to recover Shuri, but she refused to yield. So, her life as a Dora had ended, and with it all she knew. She walked out the throne room, without another word, nor looking back.

Namor and his people snuck in and attack Wakanda; Nakia and she tried to help as many citizens to safety as possible. She heard someone shouting in that familiar language from the bridge. She searched for where it was coming, and saw the big man from Talokan standing on top of a building. He was pointing at her; she squinted her eyes, glaring at him. Noting they will have their day, but not today.

He had searched the city seeking her out, wanting a rematch. Never had anyone piqued his interest. She was a warrior worthy of the edge of his blade. She had impressed him with her skills; fought off three of his best warriors and won. Not to mention went against him, and lasted; only being subdued by the water ball. But it will have to wait, they had done what they came to do; now it was time to leave.

Never in a million years had she thought, she would return to the throne room. But she did, only trying to revive the Queen Mother. Namor water bombed the palace; killing their Queen. To think she would never be able to speak to Queen Ramonda again. The last time they saw each other was so harsh. She cried, and cried for her loss; the Queen was like her mother.

Shuri had somehow created the heart shaped herb and ingested it; becoming the new Black Panther. She devised a plan to get Namor. She approached Lloyd and asked for her help to avenge her mother’s death, by the hands of Namor. She had built a suit, which Okoye thought was hideous, but one she could work with. Okoye then went to Aneka for help, since she too was no longer a Dora Milaje.

They set out, a few Wakandan warriors; for their revenge. They were there mostly; to lure out Namor so Shuri could kill Namor. A few warriors and one ship, braved the ocean on this mission. It was successful in getting Namor where Shuri wanted; but the Wakandans plan of escaped, was foil by the Talokanils disabling their warship. Okoye was now a Midnight Angel along with Aneka; apart from the Dora Milaje.

Their suits were designed by Shuri, and gave them superhuman strength. Okoye spotted the Talokanil warrior, and had versed herself on his language. She called him out as he had, the day they attacked Wakanda; using same words he had.

Once again; she had impressed him, learning his mother language. They charged each other, he swung at het, but she was able to dodge many of his blows, or absorb them. They fought well; but with the suit their powers were equal, and it ended in her favor. She spoke to him the other words he said on the bridge; ‘you are not worthy of my blade.’ He was subdued on his knees before her, she kicked him off the ship. Ironically, he went flying out to sea the same as she had from the bridge.

Shuri was able to defeat Namor as the Black Panther; somehow getting him to yield. But at a great loss, of the Wakandan warriors who joined in the mission. An alliance was made that day, as Shuri made Namor a promise; Wakanda would patrol the seas, and keep Talokan a secret from the rest of the world. But the fact remains, Wakanda will be in constant threat from many nations; being blamed for the attack on the research ship, and for the vibranium the world desires.

Some time later:

Okoye walked across the meadow towards her favorite rhino, Mbandi. She was extraordinary, black in color, which in their kingdom is a rarity. And because only Okoye was able to ride her. For some reason, these group of rhinos were larger than any on the African continent; or the world. Could be the vibranium rich soil; something Shuri might want to research. And it may be why the Jabari tribe are humongous.

Okoye has done a lot of reflection since the death of the Queen Mother; and remembering the last words said. But the hardest was seeing her die, and all attempts she had made to revive her was unsuccessful. Then hearing Namor's taunting words, and Shuri’s chilling cries for her ‘mama’; fueled her anger for the him, and his people. Why did Wakanda have to pay so dearly, and not the Talokanils?

Okoye’s rage towards them grew each time she thought of the streets of the Capitol being flooded; and the civilians running and screaming in terror. The explosion from the Palace, and finally the Queen's death; a deliberately planned attack.

She needed to let off some steam, and mounted Mbandi; giving her free rein to run wherever she so desired. Okoye smiled and laughed, as they sped through the Border tribe land. Then they reached the banks of the River tribe; where Mbandi decided to stop for some water.

Okoye dismounted, and stared at the beautiful river; as the sun slowly made its descent. It was so beautiful and peaceful. She sat on the edge of the water, quietly watching the sun blip; and the night made its presence known. What wasn’t long before the moon appeared bright in the sky. The stars twinkling like they were sending a coded signal to earth. The water looked so inviting. She looked around, and saw she was quite alone. So, she disrobed; something she wasn’t able to do as an Dora. But now she was free. She slowly walked into the water; and swam out a distance into deeper part, it was warm.

Attuma laid relaxed on a boulder he had discovered after the alliance with Wakanda. He came here to get away from his life in Talokan. He would come often, and thought Wakanda's water was brisk, its air felt good against his skin. He would observe the going on at night, and how festive it always would be. His heart would get heavy; whenever he thought about the attack on these people, and how he would have felt if the same had been done to Talokan.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake and a loud rumbling could be heard; interrupting the tranquility. He leaped to ground and peered around, seeing the great beast approaching. He stood hidden, expecting it to come closer; but it stopped, and began to drink from the water. That’s when he saw her, the warrior he fought on the bridge and warship. She had ridden this huge beast, and now was off admire the sun as it set.

She was tall and slender, the sun's shadow played off her smooth dark skin. His eyes grew black with passion. He had gained respect from her going toe to toe with him twice; and surviving. As the moon shone down spotlighting her, he watched as she relieved herself of her clothing. His heart softened even more, stirring something in him, he had never felt before. He quietly walked into the water; not even making a splash, and swam to her. He came beneath her, undetected. She was even more tantalizing up close.

He reached out his hand towards her heart; just inches away. A vibe emitted from her to him; he wanted her even more, as he was held bound by the connection flowing between them. He could imagine, his body wrapped around her and his mouth hungrily devouring hers, him moving inside her like a gentle wave. And her long beautiful legs encircling his body, moaning with the love he was expressing. She was the one he chose to be his mate. He groaned out loud and sped away, Okoye gasped from a burst of electricity softly hitting her.

Okoye jumped in shock, ducking down; looking and trying to figure what just happened. Seeing nothing, she scrambled to get out of the water. She turned back to the river, searching as far as she could see if anyone, or thing, was anywhere nearby, frighten by the experience.

Suddenly, a beautiful humming touched her ears; a male’s voice, calming and washing the fear away. Then she saw him emerging from the water, the giant blue man from the sea. The one she fought on the bridge and ship. She wasn’t afraid, as he continued to hum his song, and approach her. It was hypnotic and soothing.

He came within inches of her, towering over her; his humming ceased. He reached out and gently pressed his hand to the side of her face. She closed her eyes at first, absorbing the energy flowing from him. Then she opened them to gaze into his, which were black as coal and no white could be seen. But he did not scare her; in fact, she felt quite safe with him.

They gazed into each others eyes for quite a long time, taking in each others essence. She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. He smiled in adoration, then took her face between his hands, and continued to gaze into her eyes. Her beauty inside was as equal to what was outside. He slowly backed away into the water, and swam away; leaving her standing in a trance.

Okoye slowly came out of it, looking about; not sure what just occurred. She quickly put her clothes back on, all the looking out looking around. She couldn’t remember much of anything, but residues of the encounter linger. Okoye remounted Mbandi and rode away; Attuma watching from the water. She is the one he chose, and she will be the one he mates. She was his now and he was her. The vibe emission between them, boar witness.

Chapter Two

Attuma sat in the catacombs he frequents, whenever he needed to think. Something he has been doing for awhile now. But this time; his thoughts lingered on the evening before, and his encounter with the Wakandan warrior; and wondered what was she called? Where in Wakanda did she dwell? And hoped it was near a body water, where he could get there swiftly, and undetected. At least until they got to know each other.

Wait! He thought. What if she has a deep-rooted hatred for his people; after what they did. No, not her. The vibe linked them; and they are in synch forever. He will not find any peace, until they have become mates. His desire for her would fester, and grow the more that they are apart. Though she may not feel it as much right now. Soon she will become unsettling of something; and begin to feel the residues of their bond. Only with them coming together, will she find release. He needed to get to her before that occurs.

“Attuma,” Namora, once again interrupting his me time.

“Yes, Namora,” he replied, never looking her way.

“Where were you last evening?” Attuma turned to look at her.

“Did something happen that I did not know about?” He asked.

“No, nothing,” she assured him. “I am just curious to where you are disappearing; this unknowing to anyone, in case we need to reach you if need be.” Attuma stared at her for a moment.

“What game are you playing, Namora?” He asked her.

“Games? You know I do not play games,” she reminded him. “I need to know your whereabouts, if we are under attack or something. “

“Attack, Namora? Who is there to attack us?” He questioned her motives. “No one knows of our existence, you except the Wakandans. And I doubt that’s their plan, since they are watching over the waters above us; and protecting our identities. It’s more than we deserve.”

“What did you just say?” She walked towards him. He stood full height.

“The Black Panther promised to keep our secret and patrol the ocean,” he said. “And I said more than we deserve.” Namora eye grew narrow.

“I wonder if the K’uk’ulkan would agree,” she threatened. Attuma came to her and stared into her eyes.

“He does,” he informed her, then dove into the water. He swam and swam, needing to get as far away as he could. He lied about the K'uk'ulkan; he has no idea if he had any regrets on killing the Queen, and attacking the civilians of Wakanda. Or if he ever thinks about it. But he knew one thing; he needed to get to the Wakandan warrior, before things get really weird for her.

The next morning, following the occurrence; Okoye woke feeling refreshed, all the anxiety she had been feeling seemed have eased up. Maybe the night swim? She was not sure. She felt what happened by the river bank may have caused it. Or did she dream that part. No, something took place while she was in the water; then while she was on the bank.

“Come on Okoye,” she began to try and piece together, what she could recall. She remembered riding Mbandi to the banks of the River tribe. And watching the sunset, before going for a swim. The water was warm and stimulating, she recollected going further out into the deeper part.

“What else? There’s something right there but I can not bring it out.” She walked outside to sit on her porch, staring into nowhere in particular. Then something else entered her mind; she had this uneasy feeling she wasn’t alone. That was unsettling; who else could have been there and not made themselves known? Who? Regurgitated in her mind.

Namora had some concerns about Attuma; and his loyalty to the K'uk'ulkan, as well to Talokan as a whole. He has been moody and defensive. And disappearing for hours, without reporting in. No, she was not his superior; but he needs to be available at the drop of a hat. And his sympathy with the Wakandans was unnerving.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she walked into his quarters, and as usual these days; he was painting a mural.

“Yes, Namora. What’s on your mind?” He never looks at her, or stop his task at hand.

“It’s Attuma,” she says. He pauses, and slightly turns his head to the side.

“What about him?” He asks.

“Something is going on with him,” she tells him. “He’s distance, and not saying very much. Nor interacting with anyone these days.” He turns fully around, and stares at her.

“And this is a concern?” He asks.

“Yes, K'uk'ulkan. He’s speaking of how bad he feels about killing the Queen, and attacking Wakanda.” She watched as he took in a breath, then let it go. He looked at her and stood to his feet. Little wings were sprouting from his feet, where Shuri had plucked them off. He walked towards her, and out the room to stared into the water.

“I do not feel good about how I hurt the Princess when I killed her mother. But that is a choice I will have to come to terms. Attuma is sensitive; but he does what is necessary, and asked of him. Allow him to feel what he does; and trust when needed he will be there. Talokan is his home, and he is sworn to protect it. He is honorable.”

“That is what is getting to me,” she said. Namor turned to her.

“What do you mean?” He looked back at her.

“There is something I kept from you,” she looked to the ground ashamed. He turned fully around.

“Oh?” He questioned. “And what would that be?”

“The night you had us follow the Wakandans, to get the scientist called RiRi,” she began. “She could have been dead, and the Princess wouldn’t have been here. And her mother; the Queen, wouldn’t have had to die, or the attack on Wakandan. Most of all our sisters would still be a live. If Attuma had killed the scientist as I ordered him.” Namor tilted his head to the side.

“I do not understand what you are saying,” he was confused.

“I told him to kill her, but he went after the Wakandan warrior instead,” she informed him. “So much time wasted, and lost of opportunity. What happened afterwards; could have been all avoided, if he hadn’t targeted the woman, and killed the scientist.” Namor walked back in his room, then stood before the mural he created, after his battle with Shuri; the new Black Panther.

Namora was right, if what she says is true; which he doesn’t doubt. Attuma playing around with the Wakandan warrior, and not doing what she ordered; caused a lot of unnecessary deaths and destruction. But if he fought her, why is she still alive? As skillful a fighter as Attuma, and out matched only by himself.

“Why did he not kill her?” He asked her.

“I asked him that,” she said. “He said, she was very skilled in combat. And we should think about, that maybe the Wakandans are as skilled as us.”

“That well may be true,” he said remembering the battle with Shuri. Even if he had not been dehydrated, she could have brought more warriors, and more of her ships with more aircraft. He would not be able to bring them all down, especially with them having a Black Panther now. Shuri showed grace on his people; something he lack in doing.

“But K'uk'ulkan, we have you,” she tells him. “And we are stronger and rejuvenate.”

“Their technology along could defeat us,” he informed her. “And the Princess, she is very smart, so let’s not dismiss her. Has he said much about this warrior?”

“He doesn’t have too,” she says. “I think it could be eating at him, that she was able to defeat him on the ship.”

“She did?” This was news to him.

“Yes,” she replied.

“That does concern me,” he wonders if Attuma's feelings about Wakanda has anything to do with his feeling for this Wakandan. “We should keep an eye on him.” If he can’t have the Princess then no one in Talokan will ever have his permission to be with any Wakandan; alliance or not. He gave Namora an order to send out a decree; it is forbidden to take any Wakandan to mate.

Attuma had no idea where he was going; all he knew, he needed to find a place far from Namora, and her snooping. He weaved his way through the waters of the catacombs, exploring them. He never knew they extended so far out, and lost his track of direction. He didn’t know how far he had swum, as the Talokanils were creatures of the deep; and their speed were greater than the normal human.

He came on dry land after some time to explore; looking around. These formation and coloring were much different from those above Talokan. They were crystalline and purple in comparison to Talokan's. The water was fresher more like the water in Wakanda. Then he realized; he was under Wakanda.

Okoye had to clear her mind, and try to recall what she had been part of the night before. Bits and pieces continue to resurface. Music kept coming to her; no, a song she could hum. A very beautiful and relaxing one; that she remembered. A man's voice came to mind, but no one she knew would know such a melody.

She arrived at the cave she would explore as a child with her friends. It led to the beautiful underground of great catacombs; only accessible through this cave. But she had heard rumors as a child that they could be entered through the ocean. But then it would have to be a very powerful swimmer, since the entrance was very deep.

She put on her gear and went in, traveling for some distance; until she came to the drop down. She hammered the spike into the hard ground, and secured the rope to the hook tightly. Then slowly and carefully made her descent. Usually, she would have others with her, it was much safer doing so; but not today. Too much chatter would interrupt her train of thought. She needed to get to the bottom of the mystery of the night.

Attuma continue his exploration of the catacombs, admiring how magnificent they were. He moved further in, not certain of their depth, or how far they went beneath Wakanda. Luckily, there were streams of water that cascaded through them. He stopped once to take a dive and replenish his supply.

That’s when he heard what sounded like a woman’s scream. He rushed in it’s direction to see if he could be of assistance. This is not the place to be injured and alone. He went some distance from where he had been, and spotted someone laying on the ground in a heap. A rope dangled from higher up. He figures that must be a place of exit or entrance to Wakanda.

“Hey are you alright?” Then realized they wouldn’t understand him his language. But to his surprise, they did as they groaned in pain.

“No, I think I broke my arm,” she spoke back to him in his language. Attuma froze; he knew her voice, and he knew her body. It had been engraved in his mind from last night. The Wakandan warrior. She turned over unto her back, and stared into his eyes. “You?” She said, before passing out in pain.

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splatsvilles-fashionista · 2 years

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Little details you might have missed in the Splatoon 3 Direct

I meant to get this out pretty soon after the Direct, but I came down with a cold like a couple of hours after it aired which knocked me out for most of the weekend. Additionally, I had a lot of stuff that I noticed in the Direct that got elaborated upon in the official website, meaning that I posted them in the post about instead. I also omitted all weapon kits, as I posted that as a separate post.

As a result, a lot of what I’m about to bring up might be things you’ve already seen or heard of elsewhere. I’ll make this post regardless, just in case it has something any of you haven’t heard before!

- We’re actually gonna start off in the Japanese version of the Direct, because this detail is hidden in the English version:

Here’s the overview of Hammerhead Bridge, but wait a minute, what is that in the distance?

Why, that’s the NILS statue!

The reason this isn’t visible in the English Direct is that the “Hammerhead Bridge” title card is so long that it covers up most of the statue for the entirety of the shot.

- Next, a neat little detail about the Splatana Wiper: If you one-shot an opponent with a close-ranged charged swipe, you get the direct hit sound effect, just like Blasters do.

- Now, let’s talk about two things I noticed with the Reefslider. The first is that it seems to have some invincibility frames during parts of its animations, as we can see the octoling in the video stand right in the line of fire of a Hydra Splatling and be perfectly fine. I can’t imagine it having full invincibility for the entire duration of the Special, but it is probably invincible during the final slide.

Another neat thing we see much later in the Direct, in the Splatfest section, is that it seems you can stop prematurely if you want to, as this octoling detonates about halfway through the duration of the Special.

- Let’s have a bit of a Salmon Run-down, as I have several things to discuss here. The first of which is that it seems there are now more than four Specials you can randomly be assigned.

The initial Salmon Run next Wave trailer showed that two of them are the Crab Tank and Killer Wail 5.1, but the Direct also showed several more!

Booyah Bomb, Inkjet, Reefslider, Triple Inkstrike, and Wave Breaker are all shown off very clearly, being the Specials held by some of the players in the clip.

Next up let’s talk about the [[Big Shot]].

More specifically, it seems that after you’ve defeated the big guy itself, you’re able to use its machine yourself to fire Golden Eggs! We’re not shown the specifics of where they land, but based on the initial clip it seems the Big Shot might always aim somewhere in the vicinity of the Egg Basket, and the same will likely be true for the eggs fired by players as well.

Next, lets talk about a choice of wording. When introducing the Cohozuna, the narrator calls it “one of the King Salmonids”.

“ONE”.

This likely implies that there are several other King Salmonids they’ve yet to show us. How exciting! If I can dream for a moment I think it’d be really cool if we got to fight ω-3, the Salmonid band, piloting a giant mech, DJ Octavio-style. That probably won’t happen, but hey, might as well dream big.

Now, let’s move onto my next segment, the Single-Player section. There’s a fair amount to cover here, so let’s start off with something easy.

Aw, hey, Splashdown, we thought you were dead.

Splashdown is back, but likely only in Single Player. We haven’t seen it on any weapon kits, and that is probably because it is thoroughly outclassed by Reefslider, which seems to have designed to replace it. Single Player, however, need not follow those rules at all, so anything goes. Additionally, the player is shown actually gaining Special Charge the old-fashioned way, by turfing.

There is something odd going on here, however. Pay attention to all the UI elements in the screenshot above.

Now look at this one. Noticing anything?

This second screenshot does not have the Sub Weapon wheel (if you can call it that) shown in the earlier clip. In fact, it is only shown in the first clip, where Agent 3 is wearing their uniform. That’s not the only difference, though.

We also seem to have both Hero Mode AND Octo Expansion-style end-of-level gates. Again, we only see the Zapfish in the first clip.

And hey, hold on a moment. One of the notable differences in these clips is that Agent 3 seems to wearing different clothes in them.

We actually SEE when they lose the uniform at the very end of that section of the Direct! I think this means that the Single Player campaign is actually split into two distinct sections, one more like Hero Mode and one more like Octo Expansion. How very intriguing.

That said, I am just about finished now, so to leave you off on something else that is very intriguing, let’s think back to this clip:

Now, is it just me, or do these things, up close, look a lot like moray eels?

Now, do we know anyone that is associated with eels?

Hmm. Food for thought.

#Splatoon 3 #Splatoon 3 Direct #Deep Cut #frye splatoon

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sharpmidnight · 5 months

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TSSM Pokemon Au Part 4

I watched some Pokemon videos and decided to give TSSM characters Pokemon for fun! This is also going off of @hermesserpent-stuff ‘s Spider Nephew Au. Also, there might be some people with the same Pokemon for different reasons; either they fit two people, or it’s to match with someone. I also base some of these Pokemon in different ways, from types, aesthetics, Pokedex Entries, jobs, powers, and backstories. I also won’t mind explaining my reasoning because I did a lot of research for them. Also, I tried o make sure they had diverse types, but some people might have more than 1 of the same type. Another thing is that I like to imagine that Peter and the other villains have 3 Pokemon for their civilian image and then the other 3 for their hero/villain work.

The last thing is that I have only played up to Generation 8, and I have yet to play the other games. So my bad, if there is another Pokemon that suits them better.(let me know plz)

I will highlight their starter and their strongest. Red is their strongest, and blue is their starter. Purple is both. Any that has a * are their secret team.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

L. Thompson Lincoln/Tombstone

(Shiny) Glaceon (Ice)

Lucario (Fighting/Steel) *

Haxorus (Dragon)

Golisopod (Bug/Water) *

Bisharp (Dark/Steel) *

Nidoqueen (Poison/Ground)

Tombstone was bullied as a child as he looked different than other kids. One day, he hid from others so he wouldn't get beaten up. When the bush he was hiding in started moving. He was met with a shiny Eevee hiding from its siblings for the same reason. Lonnie took it home to heal it but had to hide it from other people. When the other kids found out, they were jealous that he had found a shiny pokemon. They bullied him about it even more for different reasons (that he didn’t deserve a shiny pokemon or that he managed to find a weird Pokemon like him). Eevee was his only true friend for a while (He also thought that Robbie was his only human friend). Next, he found a Wimpod who was also hiding from others for being weak. He decided to take care of it, too. When he was walking with Robbie Roberton, they found some Nidorans, both female and male. Robbie suggested catching them since he knows they would be strong Pokemon when they evolve (Lonnie got the female one since he liked blue more. Also, Robbie just wanted another Pokemon for Lonnie so he can be more protected from those bullies). He knew he had to be tougher so others would leave him alone. He caught a Riolu to start training himself to be a better fighter. So when he got older, no one messed with him anymore. He did get shady jobs and eventually went into crime but thought of nothing of what he wanted to do in the future. It wasn’t until he was thinking about enemy gangs that he had to deal with and wishing there was a way to stop them. He then watches a Bisharp leading a group of Pawniards to hunt and gets the idea of being a mob boss. He eventually catches a Pawniard and rises in ranks. When he was almost to the top, he knew he needed one more strong Pokemon. When his men revealed some stolen Pokemon another gang had, he watched how Fraxure never backed down. He decided to keep that one and evolved it for his image as a strong trainer as a mask for L Thompson Lincoln.

Hammerhead

Bastiodon (Rock/Steel)

Rampardos (Rock)

Grandbull (Fairy)

Garchomp (Dragon/Ground)

Sharpedo (Water/Dark)

Mawile (Steel/Fairy)

Hammerhead had a tough childhood since his father was the one who controlled the house, and he couldn’t really get any Pokemon for a while without him approving it. When his father finally let him, they were all dog Pokemon, mostly Growlithe and Houndor. Until he found a Snubull that he liked. His father was going to order him to leave the Snubull because of its look until the breeder showed him what it evolves to and said it was okay to keep it. He caught different Pokemon, but his father never approved any of them except for Gibble. When he finally had enough, he fought his father when both of his Pokemon evolved and ran away. He later joined a gang. Somewhere, he caught a Sharpedo. As he was fighting a rival gang, he got hurt really badly and was taken by a scientist. He gave him his steel skull, including a Sheildon and Cranidos, since the scientist already tested the two pokemon for their skulls and didn’t need them anymore. He joined Silvermane’s gang for a while. He and Silver Sable were dating at one point as she managed to get them to have the same pokemon since she thought it would be cute. So they both have a Malwile. They ended up breaking up, but Hammerhead kept his Malwile. Now, he works for Tombstone.

Sable Manfredi/Silver Sable

Mawile (Steel/Fairy)

Skarmory (Steel/Flying)

Weavile (Dark/Ice)

Beautifly (Bug/Flying)

Gorebyss (Water)

Lurantis (Grass)

Sable got any Pokemon she wanted from her dad. As a child, her first pokemon was a Wurmple because her mother had a Beautifly, and she wanted one, too. Her father asked if she wanted fully evolved pokemon so she could have it, but she wanted to evolve them herself, so he let her. Later she she managed to get a Clampearl and a Formantis as a teen. She still didn’t know what other pokemon to get later. At one point, she dated Hammerhead a few years later. She thought it would be cute to have the same pokemon together. They both caught a Malwile. Eventually, they broke up, but Sable kept her Malwile. Later, Sable was trying to figure out what to do with herself while her father was in prison. She started training and trying to figure out what she could use. She caught a Weavile for offense. Then, a Skarmory for aerial attacks and a getaway ride.

Cameleon

Ditto (Normal)

Zorark (Dark)

Mr. Mime (Psychic/Fairy)

Kecleon (Normal)

Castform (Normal) (Changes Types)

Oricorio (Flying) (Changes Types)

Dewpider (Water/Bug) (Abandoned)

Dmitri Nikolaievich Smerdyakov didn’t have the best childhood growing up. Living in the household of the Kravinoff family was tough, and one of the ways he tried to impress them was his acting skills by disguising himself as someone else, inspired by watching a Ditto that they let him keep but was the only one that was allowed to. Someone noticed his talents and asked if he wanted to join his brother’s group of impersonators. He also offered him a Zorua too, if he joined. Dmitri left the house, without anyone knowing, and began his criminal career. He eventually evolved Zorua to Zororark. Although he was very picky about which pokemon to get. He then decided that he wanted Pokemon that can transform or other performing types. He caught a Kecleon for its ability to turn invisible, easier for it to escape. Mr. Mime for Psychic moves to stop people/pokemon or when Zoroark is pretending to be something else, Mr. Mime tries to use psychic in some way that it looks like Zoroark is attacking them with the “correct” moves. Castform and Oricorio came later and used their switching types as an advantage. After a while of being alone, he heard about another criminal using theatre tricks. He hunted him down and found Quintin Beck and the Tinkerer. They decided to become a group. At one point, he managed to convince Quentin to get a Zorua (in reality he was the one who needed that Zorua and did this as an excuse because he always has one slot open when impersonating someone else and catching that pokemon just to release it.) When he wanted to impersonate Spiderman, Quentin caught him a Dewpider. When his plan failed, he told Quentin to get rid of it and decided to leave the other two to go solo.

Extra Stuff: Hammerhead and Sable’s Malwile are on good terms so they greet each other when they see each other. It annoys the other two when they are trying to battle.

But if Mysterio and Chameleon’s Zoroark see each other, they fight since Chameleon boasts that his pokemon is stronger.

Hammerhead’s Granbull might look tough, but when they are alone it turns into a big baby. Hammerhead believes he might have pampered it too much as a child, but he doesn’t complain that much…until it needs a bath.

Sable grabs onto Skarmary’s leg when they are flying but Beautifly likes to get out of her ball to join them.

Hammerhead’s pokemon likes to headbutt him for no reason (affectionate) other than they know he can take it. However, Malwile bites him even though he already told them to stop. (They won’t)

Tombstone’s Glaceon would sleep next to his desk but when it’s not wandering around it sits on his desk, watching him work.

Tombstone’s Glaceon is curious about Peter’s Eevee, since it’s been a long time since it has been near another Eevee, but gets too close to Eevee that it gets annoyed.

Not many people will train their own Pokemon by fighting them, but Tombstone likes to spar with his.

Nidoqueen is the Pokemon that is mostly concerned about Tombstone’s health. She makes sure he eats and sleeps. Since she did promise Robbie that she will take care of him.

#tssm #the spectacular spider man #tombstone #l tompson lincoln #lonnie lincoln #hammerhead #silver sable #chameleon #pokemon

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inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions · 5 months

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Sibling fights the 4 prime wilders and the 3 goo queens

Gooaura: i'm about to end your career of being prime wilder starting....NOW! *charges at Wild but Wild and that vanish* what the- damnit...they got away again!

Galaxy: it'll be okay, i mean we still need another queen to join this team but it has to be under water since Kaillani and that didn't want to join and Kai-

Rexia: maybe it's best to talk about it inside the castle,

(at the castle of goo heroes)

Rexia: okay i got some selection of choices. so Nicole she's a hybird Nightfury and There's Realm you remember meeting her and Nicole at that time,

Gooaura: yeah but-..they're not from under water i mean realm is but she's the queen of the dessert,

Rexia: Kendra hydra's younger sister?

Galaxy: isn't she dating a wilder that was kai's ex? the hammerhead shark that try to kill Kendra's brother,

Rexia: oh...uhhh *goes through papers nervously and rushing it* trying to find, ah-HA! bingo so Gooaura i found some selections of choices don't worry they're from under water,

Gooaura: okay let's hear it- wait actually i think we should do a challenge,

Galaxy: good idea, *sends invites out*

(rp? do you guys have any goo jit zu girl sea ocs that would like to join???)

#gjz #goo jit zu #heroes of goojitzu #Gooaura #Galaxy #Rexia #the 3 goo queens #the 4 prime wilders

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kzele · 1 year

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Voice of Reason

In which Spider-Man arrives earlier than canon to the Gangland fight and subsequently changes EVERYTHING.

It wasn't hard for Peter to find the crime lords, as shooting everything in sight and leaving trails of destruction don't exactly lend themselves to subtlety. Then again, he thought as he swung closer to the source of the carnage, Ock really isn't one for being low-key when he's not planning from afar. Engaging the deranged doctor in person was risky, but manageable considering how easily he loses his cool when faced with quips and insults.

Tombstone would be harder to deal with, given his hand-to-hand skills, cool-headed demeanor, and problematic good public image. With any luck, Peter mused, Tombstone'll be knocked out or something before I have to deal with him. (But knowing the nature of his luck means that that chance is as slim as Rhino knowing Shakespeare by heart. Possible, but highly unlikely.)

And lastly, there was Silvermane. Other than being old, having Silver Sable as his right hand, and being the previous ruler of New York's underworld before Tombstone, Peter really had almost no info to go on here. He'd have to hope for the best and prep for the worst in dealing with-

"We were ALL betrayed! By Hammerhead."

What? What's going on? Peter's thoughts are interrupted by Tombstone's baritone voice as he swings his way to a stop behind a column.

An unknown man shouts out a response, "Hammerhead is a stooge! He doesn't blink without orders."

"Indeed. Your denial lacks sincerity," Ock's more familiar tone oozes in agreement and Peter was left feeling more confused than ever. It was just the three crime lords in the room and yet. . .

Something was off here. So, naturally, it was time for Spider-Man to do what Spider-Man does best: poke his nose in something that didn't really concern him.

"Pardon me for interrupting," all three heads turned in his direction, "but maybe you should hear him out before continuing your semi-public murderfest. I mean, I literally just got here and even I can tell something doesn't add up."

"Arachnid," Doctor Octopus's teeth were bared and his arms raised, "You will-"

"Be happy to punch your ticket at a later time. For now, though, I want to figure out why Tombstone would throw someone who's apparently very loyal to his organization under the bus to people who know of the guy's loyalty."

The dude in some sort of armor, who Peter can safely bet is Silvermane at this point, gives out a snort in response.

"This is the guy that's been giving you both so much trouble? Doesn't look like much to me, considering all he's done so far is talk."

Peter ignores the taunt. If he wants to underestimate him, then that'll make things a little easier in the long run when they actually do fight. Apparently, the other two thought the same as they also made no rebuttal.

Spider-Man turns his gaze towards the calculating gaze of the albino crime lord, "So. Hammy turned traitor. How do you know?"

(POV Change)

Tombstone glared suspiciously at his savior. The vigilante had the habit of being somewhat unpredictable, but this scenario was unexpected even by his standards.

Time to cut to the chase and ask a very important question.

"Why do you care? I would have thought you'd gladly let us tear each other apart. Or at least wait until we're weakened enough to pick us all off."

Spider-Man tilted his head and answered, "What, aside from blowing holes in classy buildings and harming the people here? Something's been bugging me about this whole fight for some reason and if clearing that up means a chance at avoiding a huge, drawn-out battle where there's a chance more people are gonna get hurt, I'll take it. Now, will you three stooges calm down and think for a minute about who's really arranging the set-up here? Why would Tombstone attend a conference with the ones that he's trying to off? Isn't Hammerhead his underling or something? Why not send him in his place?"

Tombstone couldn't believe it. First, Hammerhead betrays him after years of loyal service and now Spider-Man is speaking reason to the other crime lords in his defense? The world really has gone insane, he thought.

Silvermane was unconvinced, "Hammerhead knocked out my daughter and took out Octopus's lieutenant, too! If he wasn't loyal to Tombstone, why go to all that trouble to that and throw his boss a weapon, too?"

"I agree. Your conclusion is erroneous; Hammerhead's devotion is no secret here," Ock sneered.

Spider-Man hummed and asked them, "So then what? Who took him out afterwards?"

The two blinked in confusion and looked at each other.

The armor-clad crime boss spoke mockingly, "We never said that he was taken out. Were you even listening?"

The vigilante straightened up when hearing this and gave his own rhetorical question, "But if Hammerhead is so loyal and he wasn't taken out, why isn't he fighting alongside Tombstone right now? It's two against one against his boss, but he hasn't shown up yet. Shouldn't he have shown up by now?"

Dead silence.

Tombstone could see the realization hit both of their faces as they looked up at the hole and into the room where they last saw his (now former) employee. Doctor Octopus snarled, the man's ego clearly taking a hit over being tricked, and began making his way back up to the second floor.

Silvermane followed shortly and yelled after him, "Hey! You better not leave me outta this, Octopus! I want that flat-topped traitor to be eating his own plating after I rip it from HIS SKULL!"

Spider-Man cringed, "Annnd they're off. I should probably follow them to minimize any damage."

"Probably," the albino remarked dryly.

A sigh and, "Figures."

Just as soon as the younger man prepared to swing after the two murderous crime lords, Tombstone laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you. You may not have done it for my sake, but I need to ask one more favor of you tonight."

Now it was the webslinger's turn to be suspicious, "That being?"

"That you help me find the real orchestrator of these events. You see, I also have a hunch. I believe your assessment is half-right, Hammerhead could very well be a pawn still even after betraying me. Whether he knows it or not however, is something less clear."

"It'll be harder to figure that out if he's dead and I doubt those two'll wait to ask. They've got their revenge goggles on right now, so tag along and explain on the way. Assuming it isn't too late yet."

His unlikely ally proceeds to hold out a hand for him to secure a grip.

"Very well," Tombstone says as he takes the hand offered.

Perhaps down the line this could lead to the more. . .mutually beneficial partnership he had hoped would happen between them when they had originally met. At least allying with Spider-Man guaranteed that he'd survive even if betrayed. Either way, it didn't hurt to side with the only voice of reason Tombstone had found on this day.

#tssm peter parker #tssm doctor octopus #tssm tombstone #tssm silvermane #Voice of Reason AU #tssm au #tssm spider man #tssm #the spectacular spider man

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