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When he makes you laugh during sex and then you feel his hands tighten on your hips and his jaw clenches, muttering a stiff “ease up,” while he tries to stop himself from cumming early because “if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’ll cum.”
AVATAR (James Cameron) FANS I NEED HELP
Jesus I wrote a lot-
I've been going on and off on making an interactive game where you, the reader, can date, form bonds and talk with the characters all while going through a large-spanning story. Basically fanfic where it's personalized. (You get to choose dialogue options, romantic partner(s), limited backgrounds, gender, personalize your name, etc.) But the problem is I originally made it for an entirely different character.
In other terms, I need anyone who is interested, to vote how I continue this project!
I don't want to spoil too much, but basically the reader is a genetically modified human (I know we all want to be Na'vi but let me cook PLEASASEE) who's a senator/diplomat to another faction called The United Colonies of Sol. They are not allied with the RDA at all, in fact they've come to Pandora to support Jake Sully.
The problem is how I start the story. Originally, it was to be a relative love story between the characters So'lek, Eetu, Teylan, Nor, the Sarentu... And more... (So many characters guys ahhh), but mainly So'lek.
The journey would go something like this: ship crashes, So'lek brings reader to the resistance once he finds out they need to contact Jake Sully. He decides to act as a courier and help deliver them. An Odessy kinda happens where they traverse different areas all while (maybe) falling in love. I thought the dynamic would be cute seeing as reader would be polarizing in comparison to the humans he's met so far (might go further into detail if the other vote wins or if people are curious).
But I found that it might be restrictive to those who've never played AFOP and overall limit the audience. Although the idea works best in that space, I've written 40,000 words in total of the current 'demo' which goes something like this:
Reader crashes (again) but where the Metikaya (I know I'm spelling that wrong, I'm on my phone guys please 😞) are located, sadly causing mass destruction. During recovery they meet Tsireya and the other main cast. Having met Jake Sully and possibly gaining his trust, now they need to try finding a way to find their main crew all while the RDA grows in power/influence, and the events of Avatar: Fire and Ash happens. (I know by the time the film releases I'm prob gonna be near that point).
So as you guys can probably see, they're pretty different in characters and motives. Long run, they'll be completely different stories.
On one hand, with AFOP I have the story more formulated to fit the narrative, with the dynamic of the characters and their seperate wants considered for the story. Even the resistance connection to the reader would make better sense. But again, limited and alienating, and the main cast wouldn't be seen for a LONNNGG time... Like, holy shit.
On the other, ATWOW the inclusion of reader will feel less natural and more hand fisted, and how the story goes genuinly relies on plot then character driven actions (mainly) and with the uncertainty of how AFAA will go, it might become obsolete. But, I have already written 40 thousand along with its code as a base. Plus you get to date and talk to the main cast much quicker
No matter how you guys vote, I'll likely reveal info on the AFOP story line on what was supposed to happen, characters, arcs etc. likewise with ATWOW, I'll release the demo if the other wins cause... Damn, 40 thousand words wasted? Nuh uh!
If you have questions, feel free to ask!
The Body
Prologue ch1 ch2
Pairing: Older! Neteyam x reader
Summary: now that the war was brought to the sea clans the sullys aswell as the metekayina family that gifted them uturu, decided to run, this time farther, not just a days travel, but nearly a weeks worth, towards the end they were met with dense mountains, and then they found a tribe of navi, with wings, and they learn about the tsyal people and about the original navi.
Warnings: none, use of non cannon na'vi words
Word count: 1.5k words
Notes: didn’t really spend a whole lot of time or anything on this chapter so forgive me but I’m honestly not rally sure how to continue it, I hope you enjoy💋
The week of stories, spirit, and tradition had left a deep impression on Neteyam and his family. Each tale, every whispered memory within the Cove, had wrapped around them, forming threads that felt almost like roots, binding them to the mountains and the Tsyal.
Yet, Tehe’Ewna’s words echoed in his mind: “Before body must come spirit.” Now, it was time to learn the ways of the Tsyal physically.
The sun cast golden hues over the mountains as the day began, signaling the start of their physical training. Neteyam stood with Tuk and Tehe’Ewna, the others nearby, ready to experience the demanding lessons the Tsyal had prepared.
Tuk’s small hand squeezed his, her wide eyes brimming with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. Tehe’Ewna stood beside them, her wings folded elegantly at her back, her calm presence a steadying force.
The group was led by Taylan, a warrior with feathers braided into his hair and a commanding demeanor.
“Today,” he announced, “you will learn the art of balance, agility, and moving as one with the land.” His voice carried the authority of someone who had mastered the mountains, and Neteyam found himself listening intently.
They began with a series of exercises designed to strengthen their bodies and assess their agility. Taylan led them to a rocky incline that climbed steeply, dotted with boulders and narrow paths.
It was an obstacle course of sorts, crafted by nature itself, with vines hanging down and patches of moss that made the footing unpredictable. Tehe’Ewna watched the group with a gentle yet focused gaze, her wings twitching slightly as if sensing the anticipation.
“Stay close to me, Tuk,” Neteyam said, adjusting his grip on her hand as they prepared to climb.
He could not help but feel protective of his little sister, but Tuk had a determination in her eyes that matched his own
Tehe’Ewna, always graceful and fluid, crouched beside them. “Do not fight the land,” she advised, her voice melodic and soothing.
“Move with it, feel the energy beneath your feet. Let it guide you.” She demonstrated, leaping lightly onto a boulder, and using the momentum to propel herself upward, her wings flaring for balance.
Neteyam took a deep breath, studying the way Tehe’Ewna moved, how her steps seemed almost effortless. With Tuk beside him, he began to climb, each step more deliberate than the last.
The incline was steep, and the rocks shifted slightly underfoot, but he remembered Tehe’Ewna’s words. Instead of forcing his way upward, he adjusted his movements, feeling for the rhythm of the land.
Tuk, though smaller and less experienced, mirrored her brother’s determination. She clung to Neteyam’s side, her small limbs working to keep up.
“I can do it,” she said, her voice fierce with concentration. Tehe’Ewna stayed close, a guiding presence, ready to catch Tuk should she stumble.
As they climbed, the land challenged them—loose stones, sudden dips, and patches of moss that made their footing treacherous. But there was also a sense of exhilaration.
Tehe’Ewna offered guidance, pointing out safe paths and occasionally using her wings to steady herself. “Balance is not just physical,” she explained, her voice carrying over the mountain breeze.
“It is mental. Trust yourself, and the land will trust you back.”
Neteyam began to feel a change within himself. His body, initially tense with effort, started to relax as he moved with the natural flow of the rocks.
He noticed how Tehe’Ewna’s wings would open slightly to catch the wind, and though he did not have wings, he mimicked the way she shifted her weight to maintain balance.
Tuk, too, was finding her rhythm. She laughed when she managed to leap over a small gap in the rocks, her joy infectious. “Did you see that, Neteyam?” she called, her face glowing with pride.
“I did,” he replied, smiling. “You’re doing great, Tuk.”
Tehe’Ewna beamed at them both. “You are learning quickly,” she said, her tone full of encouragement. “This is the first step to becoming one with our land. Soon, you will move as though you have lived here your entire life.”
The climb ended at a ledge overlooking the valley below, the view breathtaking. Neteyam stood there, catching his breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Tuk was beside him, her small chest heaving with excitement, and Tehe’Ewna’s wings framed her as she looked out over the land.
“Every challenge we face here has a purpose,” Tehe’Ewna said, her eyes reflecting the morning light. “It connects us, reminds us that we are part of something greater.” Her gaze turned to Neteyam, and he felt the depth of her words.
He was beginning to understand that living among the Tsyal was not just about physical strength but about embracing the balance that defined their way of life.
And with that understanding came a newfound respect for the mountains, the clan, and the path he was now walking.
The late afternoon sunbathed the Tsyal mountains in warm, golden light, casting shadows that danced across the forest floor. Neteyam found himself walking through a winding path, the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls filling the air.
Tehe’Ewna was at his side, her wings folded neatly against her back, moving with a natural grace that he was beginning to appreciate more with each passing day.
It was a rare moment of calm, and Tehe’Ewna had suggested a walk through one of her favorite trails, a place she often came to think or simply exist among the beauty of their home.
Neteyam had not expected to enjoy it as much as he did, but there was something soothing about the forest, especially in Tehe’Ewna’s company. Her presence was gentle, yet it had a strength that drew him in, making him feel strangely at ease.
“So,” Tehe’Ewna began, breaking the comfortable silence, “what did you think of the training today? Was it different from what you were used to?” Her voice was melodic, like the gentle notes of a song carried on the wind.
Neteyam chuckled softly, running a hand through his braids. “It was definitely different,” he admitted.
“The Omaticaya taught us to be warriors, to hunt and fight. And the Metkayina... they showed us how to live in the water, to ride Ilu and hold our breath for long dives. But here…” He paused, searching for the right words.
“It is like everything has a deeper meaning. It is not just about surviving; it is about balance.”
Tehe’Ewna nodded, her eyes thoughtful. “Exactly,” she said. “Balance is everything to us. It is what keeps us connected to Eywa and to each other. Even our training is meant to remind us of that.” She smiled at him, and he felt a warmth in her expression that made his heart skip a beat.
They reached a clearing where a small, tranquil pond lay surrounded by wildflowers. Tehe’Ewna walked over to the water’s edge, dipping her fingers into the cool surface.
The pond reflected the sky, a mirror of soft blues and gentle clouds. Neteyam joined her, kneeling beside the water, watching as the ripples spread outward.
“It’s beautiful here,” he murmured, almost to himself.
Tehe’Ewna glanced at him, her smile softening. “I come here often,” she said. “It’s where I find peace, especially when the world feels overwhelming.” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Do you have a place like that?”
Neteyam thought for a moment, his mind drifting back to the towering trees of the Omaticaya forest and the endless expanse of ocean with the Metkayina.
“I guess I did,” he said, a touch of wistfulness in his voice. “But being here, everything feels so new. I have not found a place yet... though, this could be it.”
Tehe’Ewna’s wings fluttered slightly, a delicate movement that caught his attention.
“I’m glad,” she said. “You know, it is not easy, adjusting to a new way of life. But you and Tuk... you are doing well. Especially you.” Her eyes held his, and for a moment, it felt like the forest around them grew quieter, the world narrowing to just the two of them.
Neteyam felt a blush creep up his neck, and he laughed to break the tension. “I’m just trying not to embarrass myself too much,” he joked, though there was sincerity in his words.
“And Tuk... she has made it easier. Having her around reminds me of home.”
Tehe’Ewna’s expression softened further. “She’s a wonderful spirit,” she said. “Curious and full of life. Much like you, Neteyam.” She reached over, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
Her touch was light, but it carried a warmth that lingered.
They sat there for a while, talking, and sharing stories. Neteyam found himself opening up more than he expected, telling her about the adventures he’d had with his siblings, the challenges they had faced, and the hopes he carried for the future.
Tehe’Ewna listened with genuine interest, occasionally sharing stories of her own, tales of growing up among the mountains and learning the ways of her people.
As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the pond, Neteyam realized just how much he enjoyed being in Tehe’Ewna’s presence.
She had a way of making the world feel lighter, of making him feel like he belonged. And in that moment, he knew that maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to find his place among the Tsyal.
I hope you guys enjoyed it, imma work on more chapters and figuring out where I want the story to go 💋
The Spirit
Prologue Ch1 Ch3
Pairing: Older! Neteyam x reader
Summary: now that the war was brought to the sea clans the sullys aswell as the metekayina family that gifted them uturu, decided to run, this time farther, not just a days travel, but nearly a weeks worth, towards the end they were met with dense mountains, and then they found a tribe of navi, with wings, and they learn about the tsyal people and about the original navi.
Warnings: none, use of non cannon na’vi words
Word count:2.5k
Notes: i mainly focus on world building and what the tsyal clans traditions and ways of living are so it’s probably a bit boring but i hope you guys like it 💋
The first morning after their arrival the forest and reef na’vi were gathered by Tehe’Ewna “Today will be your first impressions of the clan for today we are going to take you to the cove of tales, if you want to live among us you must understand us, learn our core values, our way of life, our stories, and our traditions. These are things that will be essential to living among us and being able to adjust.” Tehe’Ewna even spoke with grace, her words flowing together in a melody, “this will take up your first week before we move on to having you learn our ways physically, though before body must come spirit.”
As she explained what the plan was he became curious. when the sully’s had arrived to the metkayina it was almost immediately he was learning to breath to dive and to live in the water, there had been little to no spiritual teachings other than going to the cove of ancestor’s since most clans had nearly identical spiritual practices, it made Neteyam wonder just how different this clan was.
It was not a long walk to the cove, it was a relatively short path from the ground caves that were their new homes to the deeper part of the clan where the entrance was located at the base of one of the surrounding mountains.
inside was narrow winding tunnel also relatively short, it widened as they got closer to the destination and inside was a circular cave clearing in the mountain, the entrance itself was accentuated by a winding arch of vines.
There was a semi-circle of stones meant to be seating for times of storytelling, there were carving in the stone, intricate details, and the entirety of the cove was adorned with bioluminescent moss and fauna, illuminating the cove in an ethereal glow.
Woven tapestries hang along the rock walls of the cove alongside paintings, depicting stories and the history of the clan.
Small altars are placed at the base of a waterfall and along the edges of the cove.
Neteyam was awestruck, there was nothing like this in the metkayina nor the Omaticaya, as they all took seats the winged na’vi began “this is used as a home of stories and celebration, today we start at the beginning, the oldest and deepest of our tales, the phoenix.”
As she spoke, she drew their attention to the largest of paintings. from the back of someone, they were depicted with wings that were bigger than a young Ikran, horns taller than Neteyam’s head twice over, their wings were starched out to the fullest capacity, and they had a glow around them, small tendrils of magic.
“She was the first daughter of Eywa, she was created to keep the balance of Eywa’Eveng gifted with wings to soar through the skies and a soul deeply attuned to the life force that connected all things. For ages, she upheld her purpose, nurturing the natural balance and guiding the creatures Eywa had brought to life. But her loneliness became a persistent ache, leading her to yearn for beings who could walk, speak, and share her life in a way that Eywa’s animals could not. Among her wings and horns she was given a gift from Eywa above all else, she didn’t just protect balance, she was balance, in one hand she held life and creation, in the other she held death and destruction, so she went against the great mothers wish, and used this gift to birth the Tsyal and the na’vi race,”
the group was in awe, this was a tale they had never heard from any clan or elder, but they could sense she was being truthful in her words, “we were unlike anything Pandora had seen: graceful, intelligent, with wings and horns that reflected our creator. The Phoenix infused us with her wisdom, courage, and resilience, believing we would be her partners in upholding Pandora’s balance. Eywa, sensed this break in the natural order, grieved at the Phoenix’s defiance. She reminded her daughter that every life on Pandora was interconnected and that introducing a new species—one not woven directly by Eywa’s own hand—would create ripples in the delicate web of balance she maintained. Though Eywa did not destroy the Tsyal, she distanced herself from the Phoenix, trusting that her daughter, who was made from balance itself by the great mother’s own hand, would face the consequences” as she spoke, she had an air of passion, immersed in the story she told.
“This choice left the Phoenix with a profound sense of guilt. She had been created to nurture and protect the balance of Pandora, yet her own actions had introduced a new force within the ecosystem, one that came from her personal desires rather than Eywa’s vision. She had been driven by passion and yearning. We as a people were born of blessing and burden so intertwined one cannot be separated from the other, because of this the Tsyal dedicate ourselves in nurturing the balance, we address any imbalance such as over population personally, we always remain in tune with Eywa insuring to never go against her wish for balance and equilibrium. Every aspect of life has been cultivated to ensure this.” They were all captivated by this story no one more that Kiri.
“why would the phoenix go against Eywa if she was made to carry out the great mothers wishes?” Neteyam wondered the same of the first daughter, “she did not mean to, she was led by desire, and while she was creating to keep balance, she was also given free will, to make her own decisions apart from Eywa, just like us, while people can tell us what to do it is up to us whether we follow their words or not” she had a look of amusement on her face as if telling a clueless child something painfully obvious, which she essentially was.
“is she was the first daughter why have none of us heard this before?” Tuk was the next to speak, “Well as we grew, we left these mountains, to dense forests, swamps, and plains, our horns and wings were no longer needed, disappearing over many generations, we were met with new environments, and we adapted.” She had a gentle smile as she spoke her response “and it was not just wings and horns that were left behind, so were traditions, annual celebrations, and festivals. All of these were left behind in the face of change, and the new beginnings they faced.”
The day was spent like that, her sharing the traditions and ways of the new clan, it took Neteyam by surprise, he learned things he had never known, she was right, every aspect of life was in line with balance, never taking more than necessary and dedicating themselves to Eywa.
As the week continued, he learned more of the clan. The diet was plants grains and little meat usually from small animals, fish was a delicacy saved for celebrations and major events. He learned mating traditions, what is done in grief and death, and at the end of the week they were taken to the spirit tree, to them it is the Kaltum cave, or the heart of Eywa
The day started earlier than usual with extra people, a warrior Taylan, a healer Xan ’kore, and a group of younger ones, Kahlo, At’ok, and Ni’alu. In the outskirts of the clan was located a mountain so tall no Ikran, not even Makto could fly over it, there was an entrance at the base of the tunnel that had shocked Neteyam when it was revealed because of just how well hidden it was, as they entered there were winding tunnels with steep incline, he ended up holding Tuk so she wouldn’t fall.
as they were walking the healer spoke “the sacred tree embodies the balance of nature and spirit, it is said the phoenix herself planted the seed, marking the birth of the na’vi and so that it would forever be a reminder of the importance of balance.” She spoke from the front of the group; he was in the back along with Tuk and Tehe’Ewna.
Over the week he had gotten to know her better, he would often accompany Tuk to her lessons with the other children of the clan Tehe’Ewna and others there to be the teachers, they would weave and do crafts to entertain the children.
Surprisingly Tehe’Ewna was curious of the previous two clans Neteyam had called home, she would tell him more about the clan and rituals and other things he would need to know, Tuk also took a great liking to her, constantly asking questions and the three of them exploring the mountains with him and Tuk on his Ikran.
As they descended the tunnels him Tuk and Tehe’Ewna in a slower pace then the rest, a little behind. And while Neteyam was at least a head above her when walking her wings surrounded him, at first when they would go for walks in the forest with Tuk she would try to restrain them and prevent them from making him uncomfortable, she quickly saw he didn’t mind and that she was able to relax and not dwell or focus on them.
After about 15 minutes of walking the tunnels, like the cove of tales, became wider and taller, only what they lead too was infinitely more beautiful.
Inside the circular cavern was full of luminescent fungi and moss with crystals imbedded in the walls, but in the middle held The Kaltum Tree, its trunk tall and gnarled, with a wide base that tapers as it reaches higher, giving the tree a presence that feels ancient and wise.
The bark luminous, etched with patterns that resemble constellations, giving it a celestial appearance.
These patterns glow softly, only adding to the beauty of it, The branches extend upward and outward like great, feathery wings, These branches are draped with clusters of bioluminescent flowers Each one emitting a warm, radiant glow that casts colorful shadows on the cave walls, making the entire cavern come alive with shifting colors.
The leaves of the Kaltum Tree are long, thin, and iridescent, shimmering like jewels when touched by the ambient light of the cave. When they rustle in the faint underground breezes, they make a soft, musical sound, like chimes, enhancing the mystical ambiance.
The branches stretch wide and high, filling the cavern with a protective, sheltering presence, it brought the phoenix to the front of his mind, imagining this is how her presence would feel.
The air feels warm and carries a faint, sweet fragrance from the tree’s blossoms, the entire atmosphere was full of energy, it made him speechless, the spirit tree back home and the cove of ancestors was one thing, this place was so much more.
“When one feels they must reflect, or receive guidance this is where we go, many receive visions during the path for self, seeing glimpses of their place in the clan, what their future may hold, and even their mate.” Tehe’Ewna spoke to the group she herself in wonder.
“This is the most sacred place in these mountains, we call it the heart of Eywa because people sometimes receive visits from the great mother herself, to show the path she is intending for you to follow, most end up legends, their stories told for generations.”
In the Omaticaya, not everyone faces Iknimaya, you are given challenges to prove your worth as a warrior, you must catch a banshee, in the Tsyal, all are faced with the Yulun’ay, the journey to self.
There are six total aspects of the journey, the first is the journey of reflection, you spend about a week strengthening your bond with Eywa, you journey into the mountains facing the elements, and learning to sustain life, while keeping balance.
The second is the crafting of the totem, this is crafted during their time in the mountains from what they can find, branches, stones, feather, leaves etc. it is meant to reflect oneself, their personality, and their journey. Once they come back to the clan, it is blessed by Tsahik and is placed in the cove until it is put in their home as decoration.
The third is the sacred marking, much like the metkayina, they are inked, like the walls of the cove, their skin imbedded with ink from burnt herbs, so that when they have children and grandchildren they can point to it and say “this is from my Yulun’ay”, it also marked them, in their role as a protecter of the balance.
The fourth is the gift of wings, in the Kaltum parent and close loved ones give gifts, titled as a Nah’ru, wings of spirit, they serve as representation of life, freedom, and guidance, and as a reminder of the new stage of their life, once the person has all their gifts the family member all put their hands on their gift, infusing it with their love, and support.
The fifth is the yalaru, the dance of transition, it is a communal celebration of the clan, the participant performs a dance, telling the story of their journey to the clan, symbolizing their passage into adulthood. Elders and parents join in, creating a unified circle that represents the past, present, and future of the Tsyal.
The last step the sixth is the acceptance of responsibility, in a private ceremony in the Kaltum, you pledge to serve and protect the Tsyal Clan and keep the balance of Eywa’Eveng. It is said to bind them spiritually, many say that they feel as though the tree itself acknowledges the commitment, then you are to choose a path, crafters, hunters, healers, or spiritual guides, then a mentor will choose to teach you how to follow the path.
It is entirely different, almost completely a spiritual journey, instead of proving your ability to provide, to hunt, to fly, you become Intune with Eywa, reinforcing your belief of balance, Tehe’Ewna told him that balance is more than just taking and giving, it is existence itself, dark and light for example, one cannot exist without the other, no light without dark, and vice versa.
This is their way of life, something taught from birth to death, imbedded in everything they do, their ways have been evolved to continue to uphold balance in every aspect.
Tehe’Ewna made an example for them, connecting to one of the lower falling leaves to connect their kuru with
Connecting with the Kaltum is was euphoric, he felt only peace, he could feel the souls, the memories, the hopes, the dreams, the love, of all the souls connected to the tree, he felt Eywa, and the phoenix, the feeling of protection, of home, filled his system, he was floating, drifting away from the cove, the people around him, in that moment he was intertwined completely with the ancestors, with all the life on Eywa, we was nothing, yet he could feel everything, like a dreamless sleep.
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Yall I might be cooking with chapter two, yall not ready for the worldbuilding im about to unveil
The Arrival
A continuation of this ch2 ch3
Pairing: Older!Neteyam x reader
Summary: now that the war was brought to the sea clans the sullys aswell as the metekayina family that gifted them uturu, decided to run, this time farther, not just a days travel, but nearly a weeks worth, towards the end they were met with dense mountains, and then they found a tribe of navi, with wings, and they learn about the tsyal people and about the original navi.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1.6k
Neteyam was mad, he was angry, not only was he forced to move from the forrest, his home, but now, now that they had finally been able to settle, they were leaving again. But of course, perfect soldier boy Neteyam could not say that, could not show it, he had to be calm, and take whatever orders he was given, he had to build his walls higher, stronger as not to show his disagreement with the path his father had chosen.
Since he was little, he has had this weight on his soldiers, being future leader of the Omaticaya he had to learn to hunt, to fight, all the skills to be a good leader. His days were taken up my training and more training and when he wasn’t training he was keeping an eye on his siblings and spider, and when he wasn’t doing that he was either sleeping, eating, or bathing, and on the off chance he wasn’t doing on of those his mother was showing him and introducing him to potential mates in the clan. And when his Iknimaya came around he had spent months preparing, perfecting everything he has spent his life learning, and it paid off, he was able to bond with his banshee, Sikra, on his first try and the celebration was one of the only moments he could truly relax.
When they moved to the Metkayina even more weight was pilled on he had to be perfect, to not cause trouble, to not so much as breath in the wrong direction, he had to relearn everything he knew. And now that he and his siblings had gotten used to this new life and began to settle, they had to run again, to flee.
One difference is that it was not just the Sully’s who were running, it was also the metkayina Olo’eyktan and his family, after the RDA had killed Ronal’s soul sister they lead an attack on them, failing and causing more damage, now it was not only the Sully’s in danger but them as well, they showed great distain for this suggestion but in the end came to see this was how they could protect the clan and keep themselves safe as well. They had done a similar thing to what Jake had done in the forrest by passing on title of Olo’eyktan and Tsahik to others so that the clan will continue to thrive in their absence.
The journey to the Metkayina and been nearly a day of travel, but now his father had decided that there would be no chance of being followed, and Neteyam was tired, it had been nearly a week of travel for the two families and it was crowded, the Metkayina of the group having no Ikran to fly once they reached land. Because of this Neteyam had been stuck with Ao’nung for the past 3 days, though he was annoying he had become less so once he started to accept the sully family as a part of the Metkayina, and all of that had been undone within the first few hours of flight and had progressively gotten worse.
Though it was starting to seem that any chance of finding a clan was slowly dissipating, when they had first reached land, it had been hilly field progressively the hills got higher and closer together until they became tall rigid mountains, forcing the group to fly higher than ever to get past them.
As the hope of finding a clan let alone one that would take them was fleeting the mountains got slightly less rigid, less cold and continued to do so as their journey continued, once they started to see signs if navi life the mountains had gotten more manageable to bypass and they were able to see a clan, a clan that had even Ronal gasping in wonder and awe, these people they were seeing were flying, each had a pair of wings on their back that allowed them to be carried by the winds, Neteyam was transfixed by them, they had horns that twisted and curled, wings that varied from the purest of white to the deepest of black, many seemed to be in the same state, gawking at their foreign brothers and sisters, before backing away, turning to land.
That’s when Neteyam saw it, the clearing, the steep mountains surrounding it, the land was beautiful, and as he followed his father to what seemed to be the heart of the clan the amazement in his eyes only grew when he saw the people up close, well closer than before, they were creating a crowd in the air, people talking flight to see the runaways, once they landed the crowd didn’t lessen nor did the noise.
Some people, warriors, started pounding their chest yipping and calling as Neteyam and Aonung got off Sikra, finally getting to touch land again.
It was only a few more moment before everyone was off the Ikran and grouped together. Then the crown started to calm and part creating a path for a group of people came through elders, whispering among themselves, not yet getting close enough to contact the new navi.
Neteyam went to the front as the eldest of his siblings, standing with his parents, greeting the elders in front of him “I see you”, as he makes the gesture with his hand to show good faith, though they stayed unmoving, until he heard it, another call, this one alone, and ringing throughout the crowd, a clearing was made even the elders parting to make room and bowing their heads, it was an older man around his dad and Tonowaris age as well as a woman next to him, they were Tsahik and Olo’eyktan they landed, harsh eyes landing on the navi. He seemed to frown, but not in a way that made Neteyam think he disapproved.
“what could possibly bring forrest and sea people to these mountains?” he aims the question at the two couples, “we seek uturu, a home, we have been driven away by sky people, forced to flee to protect our clans, we will learn your ways best we can, we will make ourselves useful, we simply ask that you teach us.”, Tonowari spoke with emotion and confidence, trying to show this man the hardships that have brought them here.
The Tsahik was unlike his grandmother and Ronal and any other he had seen during clan meetings or trips to other clans his father had taken him on, she wore a top made of feathers that matched the ones attached to her, they were arranged in a way that came up and covered her neck, she had similar pieced decorating her wrists and ankles.
She came up to them getting close her eyes blazing across Neteyam’s skin and moving to his brother, she grasped his Hand lifting it up to inspect it “you are deformed” she stated looking to his brother before once again moving on, as she went around inspecting the families the Olo’eyktan continued to speak with the past leaders, “you all are made for the Forrest and sea how will you adapt to us, you have no wings and your pets will not be of good use, they will not be able to replicate our wings, you do not have our gifts, you are utterly useless here” the man was harsh challenging our will to be here, his father spoke once again “ well be weavers, crafters, gatherers, healers, we will make ourselves useful.” His father spoke with certainty in his voice, which is when someone new joins the crowd.
Taha’ Ewna Neteyam would come to know, she flew over with a grace he had never seen, she wore clothes similar to Tsahik, with feathers in her garments and decorating her head, Neteyam was enthralled, she was different from any Navi he’d seen before, so we’re her people, her wings were huge, they must’ve been the length of two of him, and he was tall, somewhere between his father and Tonowari, her skin was smooth and glowed in the sun, she cheeks were sharp peaks on her face and her eyes piercing green, like the leaves of a tree. This must’ve been how Lo’ak felt when he saw Tsireya , as she came beside Olo’eyktan most likely her father and her eyes landed in him his thoughts stoped as her eyes met his , he once again said the greeting and spoke the words, at least he think he did, he felt his brother nudge him before the Tsahik spoke, “ we will grant uturu to you, and you will be taught our ways” the whole group seems to let out a breath, relief.
“My daughter will show you to your homes,” the girl looked over and gave them a friendly smile before she took a step closer to them, “hello, I am Taha’ Ewna, bring your Ikran so I may show you your new homes.”
As she lead them through the village there were many who gawked, unlike the Metkayina, who had hid their children, the newly discovered clan allowed the children to be curious only stopping them so they wouldn’t over step, she showed Tonowari and his family to their home first, it was cave type quarters carved to act as a home to navi, and it wasn’t a long walk before she showed the Sully’s their new home, “I hope your first impressions of the clan were good ones, we have never had outside navi anywhere near the mountains let alone welcomed to the clan, so I hope you can forgive out ignorance if we showed any” as she spoke she wore a kind smile to show she was genuine, “tomorrow me and others will come to collect you so that you may start to learn our ways, until then hope you settle nicely in your new home.”, she bowed her head before leaving and the Sully’s were left to unpack, but Neteyam still couldn’t stop thinking about her.
It probably mid but I hope you guys like it 💋
The original Navi
This is smth that popped in my head so I figured I show you guys and see what you think, lmk if you want more 💋
Full chapter
In the days of first song the Tsyal na’vi were born, the first of eywas children, much like they’re brothers and sisters of today they have blue skin and black hair, however they were not built for the trees or the water they were crafted for the skies, with horns that reach for the clouds and wings that cary them across the skies. As they grew and evolved, so did theyre curiosity, wandering to all points of eywa’eveng and across eons they adapted, most trading theyre wings for tails, shifting from the highest of mountains, to the depths of the sea, and the dense of the Forrest, but with this adaption the Tsyal were forgotten through the years, theyre stories stopped being told, they’re tales forgotten in time, a myth in some clans at most.
Though now that the war was brought to the sea clans the sullys aswell as the metekayina family that gifted them uturu, decided to run, this time farther, not just a days travel, but nearly a weeks worth, towards the end they were met with dense mountains, and then they found a tribe of navi, with wings, and they learn about and fall in love with the Tsyal people, the original navi.
Awesome Pandora inspired room decor!
I don’t think that we as a society recognize enough how much Neteyam looks like his father
I'm on my period, and i have this stuffed sloth that you can heat up as a heating pad, but something went wrong, and now part of his back is melted with plastic 😭😭 anway i need a Neteyam to comfort and hold me over my pain and poor sloth that I'm crying about 🦥
Does anyone know where to find those ai that help you make pictures, I really wanna make avatar pictures and have no idea where to look 😭😭
A drawing of Neteyam to work on Navi anatomy (Let me know how I did ❤️)
Softness
Neteyam, who when hears you coming his pointed ears perk up slightly as he turns to look at you happily. His warrior exterior melting away with his stern face giving way to soft eyes and loving looks mean't for those he truly loves and cares for. You can tell he's excited and happy by his pupils, which have expanded so much that you can barely see his beautiful golden green eyes. Along with his swaying tail giving him away as he gives you his boyish and charming smile and looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky.
Something I love about Avatar fanfics is when writers have the Navi introduced into human things
Like watching them try Mac and cheese or chocolate and questioning the crazy amount of sweetness or soda and freaking out at the fizz to it
Hearing a human talk through a fan like a child and hearing their voice change and trying it for themselves and laughing at how strange they sound
Watching a human put in contacts to see and wincing and wondering what the fuck the human just put in their eyes and why
Seeing girls paint their nails and thinking though it's pretty is there a point to it and could they possibly paint their nails as well as smelling it and covering their nose at the powerful smell of it
Just Navi being introduced and interested in their human friends or s/o ❤️
I definitely don't want to see Spider harmed, he's a sweet kid and deserved far better than what he's been getting, both in and out of universe, and he did nothing wrong.
That said, the Sully's aren't gonna see it that way.
Granted, you're right about Spider, he didn't betray anyone, and he saved the life of someone that showed he cared... during a hostage situation, sure, but it's more than the kid usually gets, and even without that, he likely would've saved the jerk anyway, because SPIDER IS NOTHING LIKE HIS FATHER. (well, maybe the same capably crazy energy, but that's it)
BUT, the Sully's have been dealing with this psycho Colonel's bullshit for too long already, they've lost so many of their community and family, the whole famn damily done with this man, and they thought they were rid of him... only for Spider to save him.
I still say he's not wrong for it, but the Sully's are equally not wrong to be mad about it, though they would be wrong for trying to kill him for it (I'm looking at you, Neytiri).
Since everyone assumes the worst if and when the Sullys find out Quaritch is alive because of our boy Spider. Let's think this through.
He didn't betray them. They betrayed him and left him to Quaritch. He had every right to save someone who saved him from torture.
If anything this is a chance for the Sullys to reward his loyalty and love because he could have chosen to go with him but he didn't.
Quit wanting Lo'ak to kill his best friend. Quit wanting Netyri to kill a boy who just wanted to be apart of their family and endured torture for them.
I swear there is something deeply wrong with this fandom.
: ̗̀➛Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩
𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!
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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.
Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.
Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.
At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.
“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.
“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.
“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.
“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.
With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.
Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.
Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.
You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.
“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.
Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”
An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.
“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.
“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.
“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”
“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”
“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.
“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.
“They do-“
“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.
Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.
“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.
“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.
“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.
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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)
This is perfect and I need everyone in the avatar fandom to see this to see the real Jake no he’s not perfect and that’s ok but not acknowledge  it is doing a injustice to his character
Brother of mine
Jake had a secret, a silly and pointless one really, but still a secret. He never stopped checking what day it would have been on Earth, he knew it was pointless, but there was a strange comfort in it. He began doing it after his permanent transfer into the avatar body, the reason behind it? He didn’t want to say, not even to himself, as it would hurt more than it already did.
He was glad for the small tablet Norm had given him to keep in the Metkayina village, it had both the Earth calendar and the Pandora one. The humans had created a whole new system, disregarding what was already in use by the Na’vi.
That day he waited, seated in his marui, to see the date of the Earth calendar switch, the usual dread came in. It had been years since his transfer, he became a father of four, now down to three and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of being an imposter.
He laid down drained and looking lifeless, all of a sudden his hand crept along his arm, nails scraping his skin almost to help him remember this wasn’t a simple sack of meat, but his body, his and no one else’s.
Jake hated how enhanced every emotion and instinct felt in a Na’vi brain, and he missed his old human one, because the consequences of his actions hurt less back then. With this though in his mind he feel asleep, he always had very vivid dreams since he was a child, this time though it felt different. The colors were dull and he was in a long corridor with too many doors, some closed some open, extending so much that he couldn’t see the end to it, confused he looked around until he heard it, muffled laughter and the sound of small feet running.
Two children with the same brown hair passed right through him, as if he was incorporeal, or maybe they were. He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to follow them, they had entered one of the many doors, door that promptly closed right behind them, and when he tried opening it back he found it closed. It didn’t matter how many times he tried, that door was never going to open up for him. Soon others came, the ages differing, the same two children running together turned into pre teens, one trying to keep up with the other, then two teenagers pushing each other around. They all went into those doors that were closed off to him. His ears moved trying to grasp the sounds of what was happening behind, he figured that if he couldn’t see at least he could hear it. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing he was able to hear were his own breathing and the sound of his steps. He kept walking until he saw them again, this time both two young adults, not even looking at each other, walking into two different doors.
“I see you’ve been enjoying it” Jake didn’t turn around “My body I mean, after all you always wanted what I had” He closed his eyes, feeling the tears on his cheeks “You always wanted to be me, and you always resented me for that” the voice was so collected, analytical, impersonal “Isn’t that why you favoured your fist son while also clipping his wings? Your responsible little soldier”.
“Tommy” Still he didn’t turn, but he didn’t need to, soon he was staring at his old face, well his brother’s. Strangely in this weird dream, or maybe weird limbo they were in there was no height difference. Yet he couldn’t help feeling small. “You know it’s not him right? The one you go visit every other day, it’s just your memories of him”
“Why you’re being so cruel?” He managed to ask with his voice broken. “Oh Jake, I guess it’s my turn now, you see” he clicked his tongue “I spent most of my life wanting you to be my brother, but you always left me behind. If you could take something from me you always would, I never understood why my academic achievements made you so jealous. Was it the praise I would receive from dad? Was it really that the reason you hated me?”
“You were the golden child, the one that didn’t get in trouble, the one with the scholarships and the bright future ahead! I had nothing” Jake couldn’t stop the childish recrimination from coming out “and so what if I pushed you away, I didn’t need a reminder on why I was such a fuck up!”
His brother’s lips curled in a mocking grin “And yet, you ruined both of your sons, because you were projecting us onto them. Neteyam was me, the overachiever, the responsible one, and as proud as he made you, you couldn’t help but resent him, I guess stealing his childhood and not allow him to have desires of his own felt nice to you, am I right? And Lo’ak, the adventurous, wild Lo’ak. He’s you, and you hate him for that. He reminds you every day who you are, and the one you lost, Neteyam, reminded you who you could have never been”
“Stop it! Stop it! What happened to you? You were never” but Tommy interrupted him “I was never this vicious? I guess that for once I wanted to repay you with the same coin… little brother” and then proceeded to laugh derisively at him “Or maybe, I’m just not him, Tommy I mean. Maybe I am you, and you’re simply having a conversation with yourself, we’re in your head after all” he looked around “You’re not sorry for how you treated me, nor are you sorry for what you did to your family. You’re selfish Jake, a selfish self-centred asshole. I guess maybe that’s the only trait Lo’ak didn’t inherit from you, he’s loyal and he didn’t want to leave anyone behind, and that makes you feel even worse about yourself, because you realised that he is you, but better” The corridor around them began fading, and so did his brother, the last thing he heard was “you just hate the weight of your own actions”
HAPPY SUPER LATE VALENTINES DAY koi and the sully boys hanging out and a little teasing session with Neteyam (some one may have a little crush)
Guess who’s not dead haha …… anyWho here is my new avatar way the waters OC this took me lots of tries to figure out I also am trying a new art style so yeah also probably post if I decide to or not what are the pictures I drew on paper because I was proud of that one too but I’m also gonna have a whole story for him and Neteyam and loka and Tsutey and the rest of the sully family on a03 be prepared for that
Scrapped TigerSeal Idea, But Cute Stand Alone.
"One thing about me..." Tsireya hummed as she thought of a fact about her that not even her brother knew. This game was rather difficult, as Lo'ak had explained to her earlier. It was meant for more sky people friends to get to know each other better, as they don't spend nearly as much time with each other as Na'vi get to. But, it was a challenge she was more than willing to take if it meant she got to spend time with the Sully siblings. She had gotten to learn some interesting things so far, and a couple of things about her brother that she didn't know before, "Is that I dislike sea grass wraps on my feet."
"But your hands and face are fine?" Rotxo leans his head forward to stare at her incredulously. It was true, that she enjoyed caring for her body, proper amounts of sleep, strict balances of different foods, and she did put a lot of effort into caring for her skin. But her feet? She was revolted at letting anything touch her feet.
"Yes, of course," She felt a bashful giggle work out of her. She supposed that was the point of the game, expressing things about yourself that you normally wouldn't, so others can learn about you. Even the silly little things.
"But that is the best part!" Neteyam blinked at her, his arm finally out of the awful sling. A small scar rose above the rest of his skin, lying not too far away from his heart. "Resting your tired feet from a day of proper labor?"
Tsireya couldn't help herself from blanching. Nope, nope, nope, she could feel the sogging plant between her toes already. Her stomach twisted in response to the thought.
"Absolutely not." She crinkled her nose. "Let's move away from the subject of feet, your turn!" She looked up to the rock the tawtute had perched himself on. She found it a little odd how he always was on top of things, but Tuk told her that's just how Spider was. Granted that wasn't the only thing...unique about the young male. However, Tsireya found herself enjoying Spider's company. He was thoughtful and open to the world, similar to Lo'ak and Kiri. He held a kind and protective demeanor, an observant eye like Neteyam. He was just as playful as Tuk. So she couldn't say all sawtute were bad, or good, she could tell that Spider was a child of Ewya, which made him a friend of hers.
"One thing about me is that my name means war relief or soldier's relief." He smiled as glanced over the group. Tsireya could feel her ears pricked which her curiosity. His name meant that? She didn't know sky people names had meaning.
"Hold up Monkey boy, when did you learn that?" Kiri twisted her head over her to glance at her brother. Her eyes held a serious intent. Tsireya noted the surprise from the rest of the Suli siblings.
"Yeah bro, when did you learn that?" Lo'ak placed a hand on Tsireya's knee as he leaned forward to look around her.
"Spi-ter means war relief?" Ao'nung's tongue was a little thick on the other's name, well, all theirs were. The other teen's name was definitely not Na'vi. The syllables and sounds just didn't sound right together. Thus she often, like her brother and friend frequently butched his name just a little. Tsireya, did feel bad about it.
"Ah...No" Spider rubbed the back of his head. He rolled his head side to side with his shoulder swaying as well, his five fingers almost touching each other as his upturned palms were held close to his body. Tsireya had deduced the movement as an unsure body gesture, she had only seen Toruko Makto, and the dreamwalker that visited after the Battle at Three Brothers do it before.
"So, Spider isn't actually my name, it's a nickname." Tsireya needed to blink, she had been staring for a bit too long. His name wasn't Spider? "My name is Miles Javier Socorro, but rarely anyone uses my middle name." His name was Meilys?
"Now I'm confused, why don't you use your real name?" Rotxo folded his arms and looked at Spider with some skepticism. Tsireya could understand. It was a lot to take in. Why wasn't his family name Tshaka? or Tsykeitan? What was a middle name?
"So I'm adopted like Kiri, and my birth parents died in the battle of Hallelujah Mountains," Kiri was nodding along, however, Tsireya noticed how Kiri's face went solemn. Tsireya glanced at Lo'ak for some type of answer. Yet his face was drawn tight as well, his eyes downcast at the rock below them. Tsireya was hoping that Neteyam would be more upbeat, but his face was hard, ear pinned back with distaste.
"They were bad people though, they attacked the Na'vi. I was only a week old at the time. My Dad, or at least his memories, were put into a dreamwalker's body. He's the one who led the burning of the Anerui village, and the hunt against the Tulkun and the one who held you hostage on the ship." Spider's voice grew quiet. He was ashamed. "His name is Miles."
"Miles means war, doesn't it?" Neteyam spoke, his eyes trained on Spider's folded, defeated-looking body. Like just telling them that had exhausted him. Spider nodded languidly.
"Miles is from the dead language called Latin, it technically means solider or warrior, but it's been so well associated with war, that it can be used as the word in some cases." Tsireya's mouth was dry and hot. Who could find war so beautiful, that one would name a baby after it?
"My mother's name, Paz Soccorro, in Espanol, her...tribe's native language," Spider glanced at Ao'nung and gave a weak smile, Tsireya felt something in her chest untwist as Ao'nung gave his own reassuring smile back. When had she started feeling sick? "Means Peace relief."
"War and peace, huh?" Lo'ak barked with a disbelieving laugh. Tsireya could share the sediment. That was truly ironic.
"What does Quaritch mean Spider?" Kiri asked, her voice wobbling from the topic of the nightmare that made their family flee their home. Spider sighed, how could Tsireya feel his saddened soul from one gust of breath? His family name, his ancestors, had cursed him by giving his name to be of violence.
"Quaritch is thought to be of Slovak origin, which means a smith, or a special maker of something," Spider rolled and rested his back on the rock. His face was no longer visible to her, but Tsireya was certain that Miles, (Spider?) wasn't proud. His tongue flicked the sky people's word out easily before returning to the mother's tongue.
"So his name would be war maker," Rotxo concluded. Tsireya rubbed her thumb between her fingers. Sawtute names had meaning, deep meaning, it spoke of their ancestors and their actions.
"What does Tsykek's name mean?" Tsireya found herself asking before she could stamp the thought down. Spider sat up and glanced at her.
"His full name is Jacob, Jake is his nickname. And it means to follow, or one who seizes. Some believe that it means deceiver. It's Hebrew, the language I mean." Tsireya watched Lo'ak jaw relax and open. His enchanting eyes were wide as he gazed at his older brother.
"Does dad have a middle name too?"
"It's Oscar." Spider grinned as Lo'ak started cackling, and Tsireya found herself laughing along with them. As much as she respected the warrior, sky people names sounded awfully silly.
"Kiri, your turn!"
"One thing about me..."
HELLO I NEED HELP OMG!!!
THERE IS THIS FANFICTION ABOUT AVATAR WHERE THE READER IS TRUDYS SIBLING AND GETS LEFT BEHIND DURING THE BATTLE WITH SATAN(quaritch). AND JAKE AND NETIRY FIND HER AND ADOPT HER AND ITS REALLY CUTE BUT ALSO REALLY SAD AND I NEED TO READ IT NOWWWW!!!!
BUT I CAN'T FINE IT ANYWHERE!!! PLS help its like a comfort blanket I need it LMAO!!!
Hi! Can you please write Neteyam x reader headcanons for how he would react to his s/o falling asleep on his shoulder? Thanks!
Sleepy
Sleepy || Avatar: TWOW
↬ Sleepy! Reader HC’s
↬ A/N..If Course I can! If you all have any more requests please send some!I made this reader like they loves to sleep 24/7 😂. Thank you for the request!
Usually when people take naps they can’t sleep later on..
That sadly happened to you tonight :(
You had tossed and turned all night but with no prevail, you stayed awake
You didn’t wanna bother your mate, Neteyam so you left him be
He did wake up during the night though,
Hearing you groans of agony as you tried to put yourself to sleep
He wondered why you didn’t ask him to help you sleep?
So he did what he though was best at the moment and started cuddling you from behind
It spooked you a little, not knowing he was awake but it was comforting
Even after his cuddles and forehead kisses, you still weren’t tired
It didn’t help you had a rough training in the morning
So that night you just looked up at the sky and watched the stars
You did sleep for a few hours don’t worry!
By a few hours I mean 1-2 ;(
The next morning you had lots of hardcore training and hunting to do
Which was horrible for you since you were exhausted
During your training, you were so tired you started nodding off slowly
But no fear!
Mr. Best boyfriend of the year is here!
He was standing beside you since you both trained with Jake together
It just so happens that when you kept nodding off your head fell into place on his shoulder
He was shook at first
He knew you were tired but this tired?
Neteyam also knew about your little naps during the day
But being his S/O he covers for you
He might have to keep you from doing that from now on though…
But nonetheless he let you sleep on him
Your boyfriend actually thought it was adorable how you fell asleep on him
The peaceful look on your face
To the slight snores you made
It made him lightly chuckle, trying not to wake you
Like I said before he does think it’s cute that you sleep on him..
But that habit is gonna have to stop if you don’t want his father scolding you later on
He’ll nudge you with his shoulder and wake you up so you won’t be in trouble
Then he’ll whisper,
keep your head up love,father won’t be happy when he sees you sleeping during his lessons
with a small smile following it :)
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Talking his ear off
Talking his ear off || Avatar: TWOW
↬ Contents..drabble,fem! Omatikaya Reader,fluffy like a pillow,forehead kisses
↬ a/n..I love this trope! Enjoy 💛
Neteyam just had gotten back from his hunting party today. His father let him lead this one for more training to take his place, and to say the least he was exhausted.
All he wanted to do is come home to you and talk about your day, which is always much better than his. In time he grew to love hearing you ramble.
Talking about one thing and then something else happened and that topic excites you even more, so you randomly switched topics without knowing. It was his favorite part of his wholee day. Just sitting in your tent listening to you talk.
It was relaxing for him really and after what had happened today?
He needed to be relaxed so badly.
He walked to your tent in a hurry, not even thanking for taking note to his people congratulating him. Your tent was not far away but it was farther than his family’s tent, so it was a bit of a walk but he finally got there.
You were humming to yourself when you heard your tent flap open. When you turned around you saw your mighty boyfriend Neteyam standing there with an exhausted look on his face.
You gasped while looking at him standing on your feet “What happened Ma Neteyam? Are you alright?” You look over his body checking to see if he was hurt, but turns out he just had a few scratches here and there which is expected.
You quickly sat him down on the floor, you also following suit cuddling up against him trying to get comfortable. Then your breathe in his scent. He always smelled like fresh pine and rain. It calmed your nerves deeply.
“I am fine my love..please,tell me how was your day?” He has a genuine smile on his face when he says it too. He loves hearing about the adventures you’ve had while he was away. It makes him relieved that you were safe and enjoying yourself.
“Ah, well Me and Kiri…” you told him about your whole day, about how you helped Mo’at & Kiri doing Tsahik work and healing others, how you took Tuk exploring in the forest(safely), and how you yourself caught something today. Trying to provide for your people too.
You got so caught up in talking you noticed how you didn’t even let Neteyam talk about his day. You gasped “I’m sorry Ma Neteyam! I got so caught up in my day I didn’t even ask about yours! Please for give me.” You felt bad that you were talking so much.
Sometimes people get annoyed with you for talking so much about yourself, you don’t mean any harm. You just get so caught up in what you were saying. Sometimes you feared Neteyam would do the same but surprisingly,he has not.
“It is alright love, I promise.” He chuckled at you, he thought that he had been obvious that he liked hearing you talk. You have an eyebrow raised at him in confusion.
His laughter died down soon though once he noticed it.
“I love hearing you talking about your adventures love. It warms my heart just thinking about it.” You smiled brightly at him after he said that. He wasn’t bothered by you talking so much at all. It makes you fall in love with him even more than you already have.
“But please Neteyam,” you giggled at him in joy “please tell me about your hunt. Was it a big animal you caught?” “Hmm, you know how Lo’ak is.. always getting into trouble, somehow.” He told you all about his hunt, to but he kept it short to hear more about you since you cut yourself off.
You giggled when he mentions Lo’ak or one of the soldiers missing an arrow. It was also fun for you hearing about his day since you spend so much of it away from each other.
“Enough about me love. Please, tell me more about your day? It seems much more interesting.” You hum in content and continuing on, enjoying your time together.
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Neteyam x Tawkami! Reader HC’s
Neteyam x Tawkami! Reader HC’s || Avatar
Synopsis: Reader’s and Neteyam’s relationship head cannons
Warnings: Fluff, kissing
A/n: this was something quick I thought of just now. I’m making another fix about the Tawkami Reader!
Neteyam x Tawkami! Reader
☆ You and Neteyam see each other in private majority of the time
☆ You like to bring him flowers or new crystals you found from Green Home
☆ He would always keep them with him, appreciating them.
☆ He even weaved one into his Song cord when you two became a couple, taking it as a big achievement
☆ He would always be infatuated by your clans way of life. All the greenery you wore and and the head pieces adorned on your head.
☆ He would definitely teach you his way of life, in contrast to yours it was very different
☆ The times that your clans would meet up with each other every once in a while you and Neteyam would always sneak away
☆ Would always sneak into your hammock late at night to sleep behind you when his clan would be at Green Home
☆ Sneaks kisses when you walk past each other or in his tent, sometimes make out sessions if your quiet enough
☆ Would take you Banshee Riding late at night for dates
☆ Sometimes for date nights you would show him all the new experiments with the plants and wild life.
☆ Maybe even a nightly chase if you’re at it, him chasing you on the huge branches of trees
☆ One day you made him a flower head piece matching yours to wear whenever he came to visit, you were a bit possessive
☆ Has his hand on your lower back or waist, always has some kind of physical contact with you
☆ I think Neteyam would get jelous if he saw some of the boys in his clan trying to court you, not knowing you were being courted already
☆ You’d have to reassure him that you’re all his for life, even if you haven’t mated yet
☆ His family LOVES you, especially Neytiri like I mentioned in the other one.
☆ Jake thinks you’ll keep his son in line so he respects you as his future mate
☆ Kiri loves talking with you, taking advice on how to be a better healer
☆ Lo’ak loved that you would go on Banshee rides with him during the day. Someone who finally has fun with him
☆ Spider however tries to avoid you, you aren’t fond of the human kind after they attacked the forest, so he stayed out of your way
☆ But he still had respect nonetheless
☆ Tuk was definitely your favorite, Neteyam bright up one time that you loved her more than him
☆ He doesn’t have to worry about that though, he’s still your only love. ❤️
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Neteyam:
Dating Neteyam would include…
Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader
Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt 3
Promised
Neteyam x Tawkami! Reader HC’s
Taking his ear off
Sleepy
Tsireya
Afraid
Someone New
Lo’ak
Come to you
Kiri
(None here yet!)
Ao’nung
(None here yet!)
Ronal & Tonowari
(None here yet!)
Rotxo
Someone New
(GIF FROM P-atomime on Tumblr! I somehow can’t figure out how to make my own gifs 💔)
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Jake Sully
(Nothing here yet!)
Neytiri
(Nothing here yet!)
Tsutey
(Nothing here yet!)
Miles Quaritch
(Nothing here yet!)
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
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Xavier Thorpe
(Nothing here yet!)
Bianca Barclay
That’s my best friend
Ajax Petropolis
(Nothing here yet!)
Enid Sinclair
(Nothing here yet!)
Tyler Galpin
(Nothing here yet!)
Boku No Hero
(COMING SOON!)
Tokyo Revengers
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Jujutsu Kisen
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Genshin Impact
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