#Daze’s avatar post

[daze-stole-ur-milk]

The part that really breaks my heart in Avatar the way of water is when Jake called Lo’ak Neteyam after he saved Jake from drowning.

“Neteyam?”

“No, dad it’s me Lo’ak.”

And then he tries to apologize for his brothers death.

Like Can you imagine Your dad calling you your dead brother’s name (who’s death your dad blames you for) after you just saved his life.

Like I hope the Na’vi has therapy cause they all need it

[daze-stole-ur-milk]

Damn now I’m feeling feelings. Like he totally would’ve been a great uncle figure.

Like Jake could be pulling his military dad bullshit, and Tsu’tey would be like “ Would you like to hear about the time your dad (insert stupid thing Jake totes would have done)”

Like he’d try to be strict and Tsu’tey would be like “They’re your children. What were you expecting?”

Can you imagine how great of an uncle figure to the Sully kids Tsu'tey could have been? Like he would have made a great mentor to Neteyam and Lo'ak in my opinion. I can also imagine him telling the kids stories about how he trained their dad. He would make sure to tell all the embarrassing things Jake did and would for sure mention all the times he failed at the beginning. But then he'd share how his opinion of their dad changed the very moment he returned to the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Just imagine the kids faces as he explains to them with Neytiri watching and then Jake listening from afar. And I can totally see him and Jake having a little conversation about Lo'ak. Tsu'tey would say that Lo'ak reminds him a lot of Jake or that he see a lot of Jake in Lo'ak. You know being stubborn, kind of reckless, and a smart ass but still very driven. I think Jake would respond in a rant explaining how that's exactly what he fears as a father. Lo'ak being like him. (Because of the situation they've been in ofc) It would've ended in a heart to heart talk with Tsu'tey reassuring Jake that things will be fine.

Also why do I see him and Tuk having a really strong bond. Like Tsu'tey would be Tuk's personal body guard 24/7. He'd carry her on his back everywhere they go and they'd have a code where she becomes his "tactical backpack" incase of emergencies, like getting revenge on her siblings when they're playing. (Tuk just pulls out a bunch of little rocks and throws them at the enemies aka Lo'ak and Spider while Tsu'tey chases after them) It would also be her idea of course and Tsu'tey would just never let her down or ever say no.

In short, Tsu'tey would've made a great supporting character if he had been kept alive in the first film.

[beatsandskies]

Celebrating 100 posts and completing my Masques Block Theme Deck collection!

Jetpack has been giving me two different numbers: I think this post should mark my first century, but then it also gave me an alert on my last post. It probably doesn’t matter either way, really. If this is number 100 or number 101 then I’ve still reached triple digits. As this coincided with me tracking down the last few cards I needed to complete Eruption and Mercenaries, and consequently the…

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Heyy bbg 😩

How was ur dayyy, mine was ok i went shopping 😘

Whats ur favorite colorrr, i like blue 😝

How would the boyz react to breaking the bedframe during sum rough... activities 😉😏😩😳

Dont forgor to drink water and get atleast 6 hrs of sleep pls 🥺

Heyyy! I am so sorry this took me so long to start on, I went a little MIA there, lol. So of course my first post of 2024 is OM smut lol Happy 2024 everyone! Now, on to the hcs! Mature content below the cut. Warnings for Levi's section, implied monster f*ck*ng, very slight.

Lucifer

This bastard makes no secret of how proud he is to make a mess of MC.

His reaction depends on the position, if the bedframe cracks while he is on top, then he makes sure MC's safe before continuing elsewhere.

MC's barely had time to comprehend that the bedframe gave way underneath them before Lucifer is scooping them up and resuming their activities on his desk or against the wall.

"Lucifer, did we-?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, my darling. Now, sing for me~"

But. If that bed breaks while MC's on top? That is a very different story.

"Look at you, taking me so well even the bed can't take it~"

"Go on, love, do it again."

Demon does not give a shit, clasps MC's thighs and holds them up while he thrusts up to meet their hips.

He may act mildly displeased at having to buy a new bed, but that aura of pure pride rolling off him the next day is fooling no one.

Mammon

Let's face it, he's so sex-drunk he probably didn't notice. He's too busy overstimming himself to the point of tears, pretty noises pouring from his kiss-bitten lips with shameless abandon.

He's the Avatar of Greed after all, and here is his greatest treasure, all naked and pretty for the taking, giving him everything he could ever want. Why in nine circles of hell would he stop?

He'll fuck until the mattress hits the ground, or until MC tells him to stop, because he always retains enough of himself to keep them safe.

Once they're done and laying on a skewed wreck of a bed, sweat colling on their skin, that's when Mammon finally notices.

"Hey...what happened to the bed?"

MC chuckled, pressing a kiss to his brow. "You happened, baby."

His cheeks turned pink and he hid his face in their neck as though he could hide the blush from them. MC felt him grinning against their skin, until the reality struck him.

"How the fuck am I gonna explain this to Lucifer?"

Leviathan

He also wouldn't notice, but not for the reason you might think.

Usually, Levi is a very sweet lover, tends toward the submissive side and lets MC set the pace.

However...

For their lovemaking to get to the point of breaking anything, it's because Levi has gone absolutely feral.

I'm talking more demon than anything else, growling and snarling instead of whimpered, sweet moans tumbling from his lips.

You'd better believe he'll break the bed, the only thing that will stop him is MC, and if they choose not to...

He'll break a lot more than the bed.

Satan

Believe it or not, I don't actually see this happening with Satan.

He's so cautious of his wrath around MC in the bedroom that I'm no so sure he'd even be comfortable playing rough.

The most that happens with him is toppling a pile of books or something. Once, he accidently knocked into a shelf and used himself as a meat shield for MC as the avalanche came down.

That made for an awkward evening when poor Beel come to the rescue.

Asmodeus

Let's face it, if he did it, it was on purpose.

Asmodeus knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to MC's pleasure, knows exactly how to make them writhe just so that it was actually the human who let magic slip in their daze and cracked the bedpost.

The Avatar of Lust chuckled against their sex, his head buried between their thighs and his eyes alight with pure sin. "What else can I make you break, lovie?"

"S-sorry..."

"Oh no sweetheart, don't apologise. Let me see how much more I can make you sing for me~"

[jade-of-mourning]

Here is an unwarranted post on some (mostly) Mako fics that I’ve really enjoyed if anyone is mildly interested:

Gen

No Church In The Wild [https://archiveofourown.org/works/458765] - Mako & Bolin, pre-canon; on being young while living on the streets

Separation [https://archiveofourown.org/works/25229557] - Mako & Bolin, shortly pre-canon; the aftermath of a targeted attack from the Triads

burned, about to burn, still on fire [https://archiveofourown.org/works/29173200] - Mako-centric, canon-compliant post-season 3; reflective introspection in a world that doesn't stop

he’ll never keep diaries [https://archiveofourown.org/works/4451897] - Mako-centric, post-canon; thoughts on Naoki

Dirty Fire [https://archiveofourown.org/works/35241340] - Mako-centric, spanning pre-canon through post-canon; on firebending and family

Midnight Confessional [https://archiveofourown.org/works/2229444] - Krew, canon-compliant; a game of never have I ever, with accidental feelings

(Growth) [https://www.tumblr.com/ourimpavidheroine/134586165521/mako-appreciation-week-day-six-growth] - Mako & Lin Beifong, canon-compliant; on presentation and perception

A Bearable Bruise on Your Conscience [https://archiveofourown.org/works/26101444/] - Mako & Bolin; living in the pro-bending arena

brightly beating heart [https://steinbecks.tumblr.com/post/119345939589/at-the-end-of-the-alley / https://steinbecks.tumblr.com/post/123179915684/brightly-beating-heart], Mako-centric, between season 3/4, incomplete; the mirage of a life he'd like to live

Sacrifices [https://archiveofourown.org/works/12385137] - Mako & Bolin, pre-canon; on coming from earth and fire

One Foot on the Ground [https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7998132/1/One-Foot-on-the-Ground] - The Fire Ferrets, canon-compliant; learning to build trust at the very start

a dandelion wish [https://www.tumblr.com/moonlightingfic/158981838482/a-dandelion-wish] - Mako-centric; chasing Naoki

Sparks [https://archiveofourown.org/works/24868129] - Mako & Bolin, post-canon; searching the Fire Nation for their mother’s family

Fics with ships

(I'm personally a big fan of aroace Mako but I will read mostly anything to be honest. I like Korrasami a lot but I also really like Makorra in the right context, shoot me :P)

Acquired [https://archiveofourown.org/works/452166] - Krew & Korra's family, background Makorra, season 1 canon-compliant; relearning what it means to be loved by family

Chasing Serendipity [https://archiveofourown.org/works/1213507] - Asami-centric, Korrasami flavor, heavy canon divergence, second person pov; in which Avatar Korra comes from the streets

One Step, Two Steps [https://archiveofourown.org/works/374940] - Korra-centric, mildly Makorra, canon compliant; lessons with Tenzin

Mako and the Terrible, Awful, No-Good, Very Bad Road Trip [https://archiveofourown.org/works/26505814] - Wuko, canon divergence; a comedy of all time, with a plot summarized by the title

beach daze [https://archiveofourown.org/works/2354858] - Makorra, modern AU; the summer in which Korra is a lifeguard

Six Degrees [https://archiveofourown.org/works/3857545] - Makorra, modern AU, second person POV; in which Mako works a plethora of random jobs Korra keeps encountering him at

Shen [https://archiveofourown.org/works/30126897] - Makorrasami, post-canon; casual child acquisition and detective work

(anyway all of these have particularly fantastic voicing from the author and their executions are kind of peak — definitely the sort of shit that i envy whenever i get around to my hella scrappy writing projects. 100% rec all of them and i have many many more stuffed in my saved if any of them you'd like more of that same flavor.)

[loriiisstuff]

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[frenchfrywrites]

Aroused

MINORS DNI

warnings: amab gn dom top reader, trans pregnant bratty bottom Belphegor, pregnancy kink, lactation, some daddy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, reference to somnophilia, fem terms used

Again, sorry this took me 1million years to post, but thank you @arloheart for the fun commission! it's always a trip to write about belphie <3

It’s uncanny to be awoken by Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. Usually it goes the other way around. And for someone who values and desires sleep so much, he certainly doesn’t seem apologetic when it comes to waking you up. 

“Hey,” he’s shaking you awake- and not being gentle with it- in the dead of night, muttering your name- thankfully- softly, “hey wake up.”

“What?” you grunt and then your body jolts awake as panic lurches through you. A bit disjointed and discombobulated, you turn to him, “are you okay? The babies okay?” your voice is deep with sleep and concern as you blink and adjust to the darkness surrounding you. Belphie stops shaking you,

“Yeah,” and though it’s dark you can see enough to know he’s smiling. Relief washes over you because no one is hurt and things are okay. You then resist the urge to frown because you know his bemused expression is due to how he takes delight in you looking confused and dazed when you wake up.

“What’s the matter then, love?” you ask softly, clearing your throat as you reach out to touch his pregnant belly gently. 

“I’m horny,” he tells you bluntly. You suck your teeth at that, feeling annoyance prickle your skin. 

“You woke me up… just because you’re horny?” Belphie nods,

“Yeah, are you going to do something about it?” his voice is teasing with a hint of desire. Part of you wants to indulge him, part of you wants to please him, and make him feel good. However, part of you- a large part of you- is more than a little ticked off by him ripping you from your slumber for this. 

“Belphie, darling,” you sigh, dropping your hand, “I love you, and you know I’m always horny for you, but,” you pause, “couldn’t you have just gotten yourself off while I was sleeping?” it’s not like he hasn’t stuffed himself with your cock while you’ve been sleeping before.

“I can’t! This-” he gestures to his very evident and hardly forgettable, third-trimester belly, “prevents me from doing a lot of the things I was able to do before.” You know that, and Belphie knows that any excuse related to his pregnancy is your weak spot. He groans, and you can tell it’s an overreaction intended to make you cave. 

“Everything hurts,” he continues when you don’t move to help him, “my pussy aches for your cock, and my tits hurt so much, and my legs are killing me,” you feel your heartstrings being tugged on as you listen to his woes- even though you will admit, he’s being very dramatic. “I’m so fragile and vulnerable,” and suddenly your heartstrings are just fine because those are lies if you’ve ever heard them, even while he’s pregnant. He reaches out to you, feeling up your chest to deliver the final blow, “come on, daddy, don’t you want to take care of me?”

You look at him for a long moment, then shake your head. “I'd only want to get you off if you were being a good boy for me,” you tease, turning over so Belphie doesn’t see how you fail to hold back a grin when he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Fuck me,” it’s clear his patience is running thin when he hits you lightly, “come on fuck me daddy, it’ll feel so good, come on,” boy if you thought he was being bratty before, your teasing certainly hasn’t helped. 

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Belphie mutters under his breath, “okay, okay,” he nudges you, “no fucking me because you’re being grumpy and evil, but my chest really does hurt right now,” he moans softly, “will you at least help me with my tits?”

Oh Belphie knows exactly what he’s doing when he whispers those last words breathlessly. Despite your slight annoyance with him, you can feel your blood rush south. You submit to the fact that you’re not going to be able to go back to bed any time soon.

Turning back to Belphie, you feel pride swell in your heart at how excited he looks with your attention back on him. Giddily he leans against your pillows, pulling up his maternity sleep shirt, exposing both his beautiful belly, and his heavy breasts to you. 

Slowly you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs, running your hands from his thighs up to his chest (giving some special attention to his belly first, of course).

Leaning down, you hear Belphie’s breath hitch as your lips get closer to his leaking nipple. And then you stop. 

“Come on,” he strains, arching his chest up. 

“Say please,” you tut, because he hasn’t even said please once yet. Such a brat. 

“Ugh,” he snorts, “please daddy?” he says with an incredibly high-pitched whine, another overreaction. He did say “please” though, so you take his nipple into your mouth and suck hard. 

Belphegor lets out a gasp that you know isn’t an overreaction. He’s always had a sensitive chest, even before he started producing milk. 

He sinks into your bed as you drink from his breasts, relaxing at the relief that comes with getting the pressure off his chest. 

Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. “Thank you,” his voice is filled with tenderness and affection. You know he can (and likely will) get more worked up from this, but right now he genuinely sounds relieved.

Happily you suck until he has nothing left to give you, yet you still roll your tongue against his nipple a couple of times to make sure you’ve caught every drop. Belphie whines, his hands coming to move your head to his other tit. You give him the same treatment for his other breast, except you bring a hand up to lovingly rub his belly while you drink.

Little moans and breathless whimpers leave Belphegor’s pretty lips, but he’s otherwise pretty quiet. By the time you finish, he looks like he’s about to drift off. False hope leads you to believe he’d be satisfied with just this.

“Fuck me,” he whines pathetically as soon as your lips leave his puffy, spit-slicked nipple. You wait a moment, but again no “please” follows. 

“I knew you’d want more,” you mumble, the words sounding much more affectionate than you’d intended them to be. “Such a greedy boy,” you chastise, but truthfully you’re glad he’s still wanting more, considering your dick is now straining uncomfortably against your pants. 

Belphie lets his eyes open slowly before he pulls you up by your head so he can kiss you. You smile against his lips until you feel his mouth part and his tongue slide against yours. While you open your mouth for him to deepen the kiss, your hands wander from his belly to his sleep pants. 

Inching the waistband of his pants down you hear, and feel, him let out a small noise of excitement. Slow as molasses you slip your hand into his underwear, brushing your fingers against his clit to feel him twitch and jerk under you. 

He’s as hard as you are, and lets out a downright sinful noise when you rub his clit with your thumb. It almost makes you want to spend all your attention there, but you want to feel how needy he is.

When your fingers reach his soaking hole, Belphie is barely kissing you anymore, his jaw slack as he focuses on breathing heavily, drool seeping from his open mouth and wetting both yours and his chin. Even though he’s not putting any effort into kissing back, he still whines when you pull back your head. 

He swallows heavily, bringing a hand to wipe away his spit from his face, his pretty purple eyes locked with yours the whole time. “Need you,” he mumbles, “it hurts, how badly I need you,” he tells you easily.

Your heart thumps heavily against your chest looking down at him, all desperate and debauched. His hair is disheveled, revealing how both of his pupils are blown wide with lust, his gaze finally breaking with yours to look down at the bulge that’s tenting your sleep pants. “Need you,” he’s quiet admitting it this time, like he’s talking to himself. 

“Alright,” you reach your limit, feeling your own desperation overflow within you. With the utmost care you help Belphie out of his clothes (slipping a pillow under his hips to keep him comfortable). You feel as though you’re overheating, and can’t get your clothes off fast enough.

“Finally,” Belphie sighs happily as you- now nude- get comfortable again between his spread legs. He looks entirely too smug. It reminds you of how annoyed you were when he’d woken you up. It reminds you of how much you like to tease him.

"Not yet baby," you murmur, smiling when his expression melts from cocky to confused. "Don't you remember?" He looks even further confused, and god does it make him look so cute. "I said earlier, I think only good boys should be allowed to get off,” you remind him. You spread his pussy lips and slide your cock against his drenched cunt. Realization washes over Belphies face.

“Nooo,” he whines, yet his eyes flutter shut, and he jerks himself against the shaft of your dick all the same. “I’ve been a good boy, I said I- ooh,” you cut him off as you rub your sticky tip against his clit. Belphie wraps his arms around your neck, clinging to you, “I said I needed you,” he whines lewdly.  

He has a point, considering he frequently refuses to admit when he’s wanting and worked up, favoring instead to tease and play with you until you bend to his needs. 

“Baby,” you moan, slowly frotting yourself against his wet pussy, “you woke me up and you’ve- uh- barely said please at all tonight,” you argue. “Naughty boy,” you groan, emphasizing your point by leaning down to nip at one of his tits. Belphie yelps, arching his chest into your mouth all the same. Picking up the pace a bit, you shift your hips so you can rub yourself directly against his hard clit as you lick and suck the skin you’d gently bitten. 

Belphie is quiet for a bit.

Except that’s not wholly true. Even though all you’re doing is some wet grinding, he gasps for breath, whines and whimpers like you not being inside of him is physically painful, and lets out moans that are deep and heavy, wanton in every sense of the word. It’s easy to tell these reactions are genuine, and he’s sensitive enough these days that he could cum from this alone if you go at it for long enough.

Finally, it comes out like it’s being punched out of him, “please, ah-” his eyes squeeze shut, clinging to you tighter while your cock blissfully slides and rubs against him. “Oh please, please, fuck, please, please,” now that he’s gotten it out once he can’t stop, and it comes out over and over like a prayer. “Please,” his voice cracks, and his breath catches as he cries out your name, “please fuck me, need you inside, please.”

“Good boy,” you coo as, one by one, tears start to pour from his eyes. “Aw there’s my good boy, you want my cock darling?” he nods, then hiccups.

You bring a hand up to brush away his tears, and Belphie leans into your touch, trying to calm himself. 

“I need to get the lube,” you remind him gently. 

“No,” Belphie sobs, frowning deeply and clinging to you tighter. “I’m wet enough,” he practically wails, “don’t need it.” Then he gives you those puppy eyes that you never can resist, and to make matters worse, he juts out his bottom lip in the cutest pout. Your hips stutter as you crumble,

“Okay, okay, but I’m still stretching you,” Belphie’s lips wobble into a grin at the compromise, so you pull back as much as you can with him still clinging to you. 

Licking your lips you take a second to look over Belphie in full. He looks utterly wrecked: tears have stained his face, his lips are shiny with drool and spit, so puffy and pink that you want to lean down and kiss him until you can’t breathe, and his face is beautifully flushed. 

“Please,” Belphie squirms under your gaze, and snaps you out of your trance, reminding you that you’re so hard it hurts, and you’ve got a very needy man under you waiting for relief. You gather saliva in your mouth and spit onto Belphie’s pretty pussy. He lets out a squeak at the sensation, that turns into a groan when you slip two of your fingers into his entrance. 

Belphie’s eyes roll up into his head, clenching around you excitedly as you scissor and fuck your fingers into him slowly. “Now you’re being such a good boy for me,” you praise softly, “all you needed was something filling you up for you to behave, is that it?” Belphie doesn’t respond to your question. 

You curl your fingers and he lets out a breathless, choked moan. “Yes,” he gasps, and you’re not sure if that’s a delayed response to your previous prompt, or if all he can do is express how pleased he is to have your fingers rubbing and stretching his insides. 

It doesn’t take long for you to add another finger, and Belphie opens up for it easily. He’s past needy by now; so pliant and malleable, his body ready and more than willing to take anything at this point.

“Think you’re ready for-”

“Yes, fuck, please,” he cuts you off, each word sounding like its own secret confession.

“Yeah,” you sound just as far gone as he does, breathless and eager to feel him around you. Removing your fingers gently, you again gather your saliva in your mouth. You spit on your hand, moaning softly as you stroke yourself and crudely lube up your dick. Aligning your tip with Belphie’s hole, his breath catches with anticipation. 

Steadying yourself by holding onto his hips you slowly inch yourself forward, your dick twitching as it’s surrounded by his heat. Belphie chokes when you’re nearly halfway inside of him, and you stop moving immediately, fearful that he’s hurting.

“Are you okay baby?” he nods, 

“Just- just a second,” you feel him pulse and squeeze around you, adjusting to the intrusion. To soothe him you rub his hips lovingly, murmuring praise to distract him.

When he relaxes around you, you start to work your hips back, and gently thrust into him with the length that you’re able to. Belphie sighs softly, his lips parting and the tension leaving his face as he welcomes the stretch of your cock. 

Soon his soft sighs turn to soft moans, and it only takes another moment for him to groan, “faster,” clinging to you desperately as any discomfort he’d felt melts into pleasure. 

You pick up the pace immediately, yet you make sure to not press yourself any deeper, preferring for him to take the lead rather than you accidentally hurting him. 

“Thank you,” he whines, so quietly you nearly miss it. You lean down to kiss his jaw, 

“What was that, Belphie?” you tease. He groans, turning his face away from you,

“Mm, ah, I said thank you, fuck- feels so good, needed this, needed you, make me feel so good,” he lets himself loose as you let a hand fall from his hips down to rub his sensitive clit, “oh, gonna cum, deeper, wanna feel all of you, gonna cuh-cum, wanna feel you in my tummy, please, ple-ah!” you cut him off, finally pressing yourself balls deep inside of him.

Belphie cums, like he said would, overwhelming you as he squeezes and milks your length from tip to base. 

“Fuck,” you choke, nearly losing control and toppling over him due to the intensity in which your orgasm hits you. Luckily, you have just enough of your wits about you to keep yourself up. However, you don’t have enough brainpower to control the way that your hips thrust, erratic and rough, as you fuck him through it, your skin slapping loudly against his as you both chase your climax. 

It’s only once you’ve both caught your breath and started feeling the subtle pin-pricks of pain from overstimulation beginning to settle in, that you carefully and gently ease yourself out of him.

Belphie’s hole twitches as your cum seeps from his used hole. You think he makes a very pretty picture, and if you weren’t so unbelievably exhausted you’d consider cleaning him out with your mouth. 

Instead, you kiss his sweaty forehead, and pull the blankets over him so he doesn’t catch a chill as you grab a washcloth and glass of water.

It’s hard to tell if he’s asleep or simply resting when you return. Either way you have to clean him up, so you place the cup of water on the bedside table, and pull back the blanket to place yourself between his legs once again. 

Delicately, you wipe at his sensitive hole with the washcloth. Belphie groans, peaking one eye open,

“Hurts?” He shakes his head,

“No,” his voice is rough and slurred with how exhausted he is, “well, maybe a little bit,” he confesses. You lean down to kiss his cheek apologetically. 

“I’ll be quick then,” you promise, returning to cleaning him, kissing him softly and sweetly with every wince he gives. 

Once you’re done you toss the rag elsewhere and kiss your way down to his belly. 

“I love you,” you look up, and though Belphie looks a breath away from falling asleep, you catch his eyes. He looks down at you so lovingly it makes your heart ache. You kiss his belly again, breaking eye contact to turn your attention to the babies inside of him 

“Your dad is the worst for waking me up in the middle of the night,” you whisper to them, though it’s loud enough for Belphie to hear. He flicks your head, and you giggle, continuing with your bit, “I hope you two wake him up ten times as much when you come out,” Belphie responds by snorting and weakly flicking your head again.

"Cuddle me to sleep," he demands, tugging at you weakly. "Please," he adds before you can start, and since he asked so nicely you slide up next to him, kissing him once before you both fall fast asleep.

[elizabethrobertajones]

Zero had been right; she'd found Dzemael Darkhold on a map without even knowing what she pointed at, and truth was finally something Frog could hunt for.

No more being haunted by who the avatar was bound to her, bound to this stone or her scythe or her very soul. No more brief glimpses in the heat of combat of the world from the reaper's eyes. The whisper of a name long-forgotten until she'd burst into the glorious light of Etheirys to fight alongside Frog.

No more guilt after meeting Zero and learning the truth of Zenos' avatar. Of feeling the first clench in her stomach to think that voidsent were no more monsters than the Light-poisoned people she'd cried for on the First. Drusilla said it was consensual, the voidsent certainly hungered for exactly what Frog put her to work doing. She'd felt that hunger, but also the excitement, the glee that her avatar burst with as she clawed out of the void and along the blade of Frog's scythe. But Frog had living weapons aplenty. This was a person.

The summoning could only be brief, long enough to assuage her soul, and make contact but it was a perfect summoning. No vessel, no statue. Not with Frog's soul and her connection to the avatar. The words of the spell Y'shtola had crafted. The aether Frog would freely offer to make this contact.

Her heart felt heavy that Zero had left, that she wouldn't be here to see the end result of their hard work. A tiny hope flared that perhaps she could use this time to guide her avatar to Zero's side. Send a message. Perhaps do this summoning again when she had strength to spare.

But only if the avatar wanted to run messages between shattered shards, because she was a person.

Frog forced herself to concentrate, clear her mind, and ready herself.

As she spoke the words, she felt the drifting tendrils of void magic that had made this cave so uninhabitable, had resisted an attempt to wall them up and still to this day spawned demons that repelled attempts to tame the depths. The darkness twisted, slithered up from the chasms, and burned and burned, pulling at her core, winding out the aether to feed the small rift. To reach deep into the void, and tug at something.

Darkness overwhelmed the cavern, and a thunderclap echoed through the tunnels, rolling on and on in a dazing reverberation. The dark aether flooded around her and Frog steeled herself not to cringe back, to know she was ready to slay any horror that came ravening out in the seconds she so foolishly smashed walls that had only been as sturdy as the Dzemael stonemason's brickwork between Source and Thirteenth.

A presence joined her.

"FROG? Is that YOU? Why aren't we FIGHTING?" squeaked a voice at her knee, as the portal spluttered, its harvest complete.

"Franci?! Is that you?"

"You got a PROBLEM with that?"

"I - I expected..." She trailed off, and decided not to say what she had expected. She'd given Ardbert enough grief for being waist height after all. "Why are you dressed like a farmer?"

"I WAS a farmer. Oh! I didn't know I was a farmer until I said that. HEY I remember who I aM. WOW. What did you DO?"

"... You're also a lot louder than I expected. Uh. Let's sit down and talk, Franci."

"I have a NAME. WOOOW."

(this post is titled: In Which Frog Discovers Her Very Loud Annoying Shard)

[scryarchives]

𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

neteyam sully had always been the responsible older brother, and part of that was looking after his rogue younger brother. And maybe becoming a regular patient at the local healers...

– pairings: neteyam x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, cross-posted on wattpad

– author's note: this oneshot takes place about a year or so before the main events of avatar 2 (the evacuation of the sullys, etc.)

Neteyam Sully, respectfully, was the golden child. The one who could do no wrong.

Lo’ak Sully, on the other hand, was on the opposite end of that table. He was chaotic, rogue, and off-leash. Everything about him was to uproot his brother, to make his father notice him, albeit for the wrong reasons. And this often led to Neteyam taking the blame for his younger brother’s actions.

It became a habit. Lo’ak finds trouble, Neteyam is dragged along and the two of them end up with injuries. Well, that was the reason for the current situation that they were in.

Neteyam stood beside his brother, Lo’ak looking shamefully down at the ground as Jake had his arms crossed. The Toruk Makto let out a frustrated sigh at both his sons’ antics, gazing over their wounds.

Thankfully, it was nothing too serious, mainly scratches that bled a little along with bruises that could easily be healed with some salves.

Jake let out another huff as he pointed a finger at his younger son, Lo’ak’s gaze snapping up to meet his dad’s while Neteyam watched in silence.

“You are both grounded, no more flying off on your ikran without my permission for a week,” Jake huffed. “Neteyam, take Lo’ak to Mo’at so that she can heal the both of you. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Neteyam responded clearly enough for his father to understand.

Lo’ak muttered under his breath and Neteyam elbowed his brother in a way that told him to keep his mouth shut. Jake’s eyes widened at his son’s defiance.

“I said, have I made myself clear?” Jake gave Lo'ak a stern look and Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek nervously.

"Yes, sir," Lo'ak strained out.

"Good. Now get yourselves patched up."

With that, Lo'ak stormed out with Neteyam trailing behind him. But before the eldest son could leave, Jake placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Keep an eye out so that your brother doesn't cause more trouble," Jake sighed. "And I think you might want to get familiar with the other healers. Just in case, for future purposes."

"Yes sir."

“Grandmother!” 

Neteyam called out to Mo’at as he entered the hut, a grumbling Lo’ak following behind. 

“Grandmother, we might need some help with our injuries!” The eldest child frowned at the absence of his grandmother’s visage.

“Grandmother?” Neteyam called out again before hearing a thud behind him.

The boy whipped around to find that another figure had hopped down from a nearby branch, their face covered by curly locks.

“The tsahik has left to collect more herbs.” Her soft voice spoke as she approached the two brothers.

The girl put on a soft smile as she greeted the Olo’ekytan’s sons with their traditional greeting. From there, the boys took in her appearance, noting that she couldn’t be much younger than Neteyam.

Feathers dangled from her necklace, the upper layer a mint green, the lower a crimson red while another choker-like necklace was settled higher up on her neck, semi-precious stones attached to it. 

“Oel ngati kameie,” She smiled, and for a minute, Neteyam thought he felt his heartbeat stutter.

Lo’ak returned the gesture, nodding at the girl before glancing over at his brother. The younger son stared at the elder one in confusion as he elbowed his brother from his frozen state.

Neteyam blinked, pushing Lo’ak’s elbow away before hurriedly repeating the hand gesture of their greeting, his eyes never leaving hers. 

“Oel ngati kameie,” He muttered, snapping out of his daze. “Are you… Are you a healer?”

“In training,” the girl replied with a kind smile. ”The tsahik entrusted me to take care of her healing place and to help in case anything were to happen. She predicted correctly, as per usual.”

Neteyam chuckled with a bright smile, something that didn’t pass Lo’ak’s suspicious stare.

“Well, grandmother is always right about most things,” he grinned. “So if you’re in charge, could you help tend to our wounds then?”

“Of course,” she beamed with a joking twinkle in her eye. “It is a healer’s job to heal, isn’t it?”

Lo’ak noticed how his brother didn’t reply at all, only smiling as though he were in a trance as the girl sat him down on a nearby cot. The younger brother followed, a small mischievous smile growing on his face as he realized his brother’s giddy grin.

Neyetam himself hadn't realized it, but he was enamored by her grace and poise as she walked around the hut, gathering the salves. He smiled gently at the way her hair framed her face perfectly. 

He felt as though whenever her kind eyes met his, he was being pulled into something dangerous but calming at the same time. And unknowingly, his heart beat a little bit harder when she placed her hand gently against the wound on his arm, the healing balms cooling on her finger tips.

Her hands were immaculately soft, and he felt his cheeks warm at the sensation. Neteyam quickly glanced away from the healer as soon as he saw how dangerously close her face was to his. He spotted her ochre eyes focused on treating his injury through her lashes, but he didn’t feel the sting of the salve meeting his skin.

“So, uh,” Lo’ak began, clearing his throat as the girl looked up at his brother’s direction.

“What’s your name?”

Neteyam’s face heated up in embarrassment at the thought of staring at her for so long without even knowing the girl’s name. He was internally thankful that Lo’ak spoke up.

“Näytle,” The girl smiled at the boys. “Näytle Te Ìviu Oa’ite.”

Neteyam repeated her name in her head, committing it to memory as he loved the way her voice so smoothly rang in his mind. 

Suddenly, she called his name and he felt like he was stuck in a daze again. His name rolling off of her tongue sounded so… right.

“Yes?” He blinked in response.

“I said your name correctly, yes?” 

The way her head tilted ever so slightly had his heart melting in his chest.

“Yes, yeah,” he nodded quickly. “Y-You said it perfectly.”

“Oh, thank Eywa I did.” She chuckled lightly as she released his arm. “I would’ve been so embarrassed if I had gotten either of your names wrong.”

“Well it’s hard to get it wrong,” Lo’ak shrugged. “Our names are really popular around the village–”

Lo’ak was interrupted with a silent hiss as he felt his brother lightly slap the back of his head. Näytle giggled at the brothers’ antics, watching the way a dumb grin returned to Neteyam’s face while Lo’ak grumbled, frowning at the gesture.

“No, no,” Näytle shook her head. “Your brother does have a point. You two have both built a reputation as the Olo’eyktan’s sons.”

“Is it anything good?” Neteyam queried with eager eyes, wondering if her thoughts on him were positive. He prayed to Eywa that they were only good things.

“Oh, it is perfectly fine,” the healer hummed with a grin. “I don’t think I would let what I hear from gossipers determine what I should think of you.”

“Well, I think you should expect our visits more often.” Neteyam glanced up at the girl shyly.

“Why? Are both of you troublemakers?” Näytle gave him a questioning look and the older boy shook his head vehemently.

“Only Lo’ak. I’m just keeping an eye out for him.”

“Hey!”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not getting any injuries.”

Lo’ak huffed at his older brother for throwing him under the bus in such a fashion, especially for a girl.

“Well try not to be injured too much,” Näytle lifted her fingers from Lo’ak’s scraped knee, the salve applying smoothly on his rigid skin as she pulled away to return the lotions used.

“We can’t have the future Olo’eyktan be in bad condition before his rule.”

The girl finished off, tossing him a wink and Neteyam laughed stupidly at the joke. 

Lo’ak stood up from the cot, rolling his eyes in mock disgust as he grabbed his brother’s uninjured arm, dragging Neteyam away from his love-stricken stupor. 

“Yeah, okay! No promises though!” Neteyam called out from the hut’s doorway to where Näytle stood.

“Come on, skxawng,” Lo’ak grumbled, dragging his older brother away. “Your ogling eyes make me sick.”

“Maybe if you didn’t get us in trouble so much you wouldn’t be suffering now.” Neteyam ruffled his younger brother’s hair. 

“Besides, I don’t get what’s making you so sick. She’s a great healer.”

“Oh brother,” Lo’ak smiled at his brother in disbelief, his confident stride halting. “You’re seriously not this dense, are you?”

Neteyam’s confused smile was all the proof that Lo’ak needed to know that his brother was utterly clueless about his feelings towards the beautiful healer who homed the hut not too far from where they stood. 

“Maybe it was by Eywa’s will that you met her.” Lo’ak scoffed. “This is the worst punishment for my actions ever.”

theme inspired by @aokoaoi !

gif by @world-of-pandora

taglist: @mooncleaver @moonie-writings @peacelovepandora

[northsoulss]

a dream

pairing : neteyam x gn!reader

content warnings : descriptions of blood, gore, injuries — there’s A L O T. angst, a tad bit of fluff but not a ton, kissy kiss (a few in fact!), death(not neteyam i promise), mentions of the reader crying(a lot.), no use of y/n — replaced with “___”.

let me know if i missed any warnings!

synopsis : (in this fic neteyam is alive and the whole story of the sully family moving to the metkayina clan never happened. this is a few years after the first RDA attack when neteyam is 15-ish. he and the reader are 19+ in this fic.) the RDA returns and it feels you are living through hell, but neteyam pulls you through it, like a sturdy rock in the choppy waves, preventing the waves from sweeping you away.

a/n : hi i reallllly wanted to write angst for this so this is primarily just a practice for it bUT i promise there is “fluff” hehe - im not that evil i promise😗 also IM STARTING PRE-U NEXT WEEEEK!! so probably won’t be able to post so pls have this

the forest was a mess. bodies everywhere, sky people and na’vi alike, all tainted in the same red colour. you let out a war cry as you killed a dreamwalker, tossing their body to the side with a grunt. the RDA had come back in an attempt to avenge their fallen, killing many villagers and warriors in the process. this was all entirely uncalled for, and it was extremely painful to see so many young na’vi killed by the likes of them. as you were about to head back to the home tree, a piercing scream tore through the battle field, one of an ikran. you twisted around anxiously, seeing your mother’s ikran in front of you. uh oh. “alaksì? where is mother?” you ask, seeing the ikran’s panicked state, you start to feel nervous as well, for your mother never leaves her ikran alone.

“take me to her.” no more words were needed as it took off immediately, almost too fast to catch if not for your own ikran.

after landing, you arrived in an open area, with bodies littered on the floor like dead mice. however, one of the bodies stood out, for the body had the same necklace you made for your mother when you were a child, its orange and green beads now an awful colour.

“mum.”

it felt as though time froze in that very moment, leaving you to be the only person able to move. all the noise around you became muffled, all the screams, all the gunshots, war cries, everything became silent. your heartbeat was the only thing you heard, the rhythm slowly increasing in intensity like a song the clan would sing during festivals.

you ran towards her, squatting down beside her where she laid motionless, her pupils dilated and dazed. “this has to be a nightmare,” you thought, not realising hot tears began spilling down your cheeks. you turned her body over to check for injuries, and found your answer. a clean hole through the centre of her chest, blood splattered around the wound.

“no, no, no, wake up!” you shook her body, but to no avail. her limbs were limp and cold. it was weird. she looked at peace and yet you only felt grief and remorse. so you screamed. you screamed, and screamed, and screamed until your throat became hoarse. it was not enough, for your mother died with no one around her. she died a lonely death. she suffered alone, and you were not there in her last moments.

you looked over her body, feeling nothing but searing hot pain being delivered fresh to your doorstep. how could you have missed her death? how could you not be with her before she died? eywa, how could you be so cruel?

“please, oh great mother. tell me i’m dreaming!” words could not describe how loud you had yelled, how much sorrow and weight was in your words.

despite your heartbreak, you could not have a moment of peace with her. footsteps were heard behind you, slow and creeping ones, ones with shoes.

you spun around to be faced with an avatar, a dreamwalker. “you. did you do this?” you bared your teeth, tail whipping around rapidly. the avatar had a smirk on her face that you wanted so badly to slap off.

“hmm, did i? poor thing.” the avatar pouted in false remorse, wiping away non-existent tears on her face. she then took gun that was behind her, aiming right at your face. at that moment, you felt no fear, all you saw was red. bloody red. you lunged at her, taking your knife out and plunging it into her chest, in the same place your mother suffered. the demon was surprised at your aggression, seeing that she did not fight back one bit and actually tripped backwards.

“this. this is for my mother.” you take out the knife, and plunged it back down again, twisting it with anger. loud gasps were heard from the dreamwalker, but you paid no mind, only focusing on causing the most amount of pain possible to your mother’s killer.

“how could you do such a thing, demon. how could you end my mother’s life?” you spat, crying out in agony. you beat the avatar’s chest, firsts curled so tight it was bound to leave cuts.

soon, the face and body of the avatar became slack, and you removed your knife from her chest. you left an big enough cavity to be able see the slowed beating of the demon’s heart, one big enough to quell your desire for revenge. you took your bow that was slung over your arm and gave the body one last beating, swatting her face, which left a nasty red gash.

dropping to your knees, you let your feet sink into the ground, wishing eywa had not spared you like how she did not spare your mother.

even more footsteps went unheard by you, for your grief had nearly consumed you whole.

“___?”

neteyam.

you turned around to see him standing there, his own body bloody, but with few cuts of his own. you have never been more glad to see your mate now. he ran to you and knelt down to your level, cradling your face in his hands, his warm touch spreading throughout your body. he turned your face side to side, checking for any cuts or bruises. he scanned your body as well, his worry filling your heart with warmth.

“oh, neteyam.” you threw your arms around his neck as sobs had your body shaking, his hands coming up to rest on the back of your neck and on the crown of your head.

“shh, it’s okay, its okay. i’ve got you now.” neteyam’s eyes scanned the perimeter, finding the extremely blooded dreamwalker, and your dead mother. it clicked immediately in his mind — he would have done the same if it was his own, maybe doing worse than just carving a hole in her body. he squeezed your body tighter, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck, feeling your tears soak his chest.

suddenly, your head shot up, startling him. “w-where is my father?” you say between shaky breaths and tears, your eyes searching his for an answer.

he sucks his teeth before sighing, saying, “your father is back at hometree, however, he is severely injured and has one bullet wound on his leg.” he watched relief flood into your face, but more tears followed suit.

it pained him to see you like this, your usual joyful features were now ones that were filled with pain, your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth contorted into a wide frown, lips quivering and shouting; asking eywa how she could do this to you. his heart broke with you, his eyes watering as well, but he had to be strong. he had to be strong, for you.

neteyam’s own bullet wound to the chest was a testimony to his strength, but he was only able to survive it because you were there, and you were strong. for him. losing your mother the same way you almost lost him really rubbed salt to the wound, numbness soon taking over your features.

“___, my strong heart.” he hooked his fingers under your jaw and lifted them up, using his thumbs to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks. he pressed his hand to your chest, feeling your beating heart, feeling it speed up as he touched you. he gave you a sad smile, before lifting you up gently. giving you a kiss to the temple, you relished feeling; his hands on your back, on your waist. he grounded you when you felt unstable, the moon to your sun.

“let’s bring your mother back, yeah? let’s bring her home.” home. oh how that word sounds foreign now, for she was your home. you only nodded, walking over to her body with neteyam and carrying her up, and began the journey back home.

when you returned to the home tree, you brought your mother’s body to the tsahik’s hut. opening the flaps, you saw mo’at attending to your father’s body, head hung low and face contorting and bunching in discomfort. feeling someone’s presence, he looked up, joy flooding into his face seeing that it was you who entered. however, his smile faltered looking over your numb features, the blood splattered on your face, and your mother’s body beside you, unmoving.

“my child,” he beckons you over with a wave of his hand and you went running, nearly crashing into mo’at in the process.

“father,” you cried out, feeling his arms circle around you. your face felt hot and wet again, leaning deeply into your father’s embrace.

seeing the whole thing, mo’at could only sigh, her hand resting on your back and rubbing it comfortingly, hearing your wailing and sniffles echo throughout the hut. her other hand pat neteyam’s head affectionately, saying to him indirectly, “thank you for bringing them back safely to their father.” neteyam nodded and brought his hand to his face, covering the quiet tears that came down. your mother treated neteyam like one of her own children, and it hurt to see her go like that, without you by her side. sensing this, mo’at gripped his shoulder, soothing his grief.

you did not notice, but neteyam had stepped out of the hut by the time you finished conversing and grieving with your father. when you exited the hut, you were in complete shock. slowly, the seeds of the spirit tree descending upon you both as you stood next to him. one by one, they landed everywhere — one on your’s and neteyam’s head, and the rest scattered on your bodies. a cool gust of wind then blew by, soothing your aching heart and soul.

“i think that was her, neteyam.”

“i think so too, yawne.” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pressing kisses to your cheeks and a lingering kiss to your lips which you gladly reciprocated. breaking apart, you rested your forehead against his and ghosted your hand over the scar on his chest. feeling your fingertips along his skin, neteyam feels a shiver run down his spine. he takes your hand and places it to his lips, and clutches it to his chest again, this time with his hand over yours.

“we will be okay, my love,” he gave a quick peck to your lips again, smiling at you tenderly.

“i think so too.���

© northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved

[zukosasukelovebot]

I have brain rot

I made a story inspired by @fantasticmrfoxxie post and here it is.

If you want to read it on ao3 here's the link

....

You see. Sokka had experience in sex. That Zuko knew as much. He had partners before him. Sokka had needs, Zuko knew that. 

It didn't stop the burning rage he felt for each of the people he's slept with. He should have been Sokka's first. He knew it was irrational to get mad at them, he didn't even know Sokka existed before then. But one look at the Water Tribe warrior and he was reminded why he had partners in the first place.

Sokka wasn't muscley by any means. But he wasn't frail and weak either. He had enough to grip onto and feel. He had enough to let your fingernails drag along it and feel him flex underneath. 

Zuko groaned at the thought. 

"You like that?"  Sokka asked.

He opened his eyes in a daze. He had forgotten the warrior was on top of him right now, seducing him. His BOYFRIEND.  How did he manage to dissociate in the middle of something like this?

Zuko reached for his face with his hands and covered his eyes, groaning, sounding a little pained.

"Okay. That didn't sound good," Sokka said, leaning down and sitting in his lap. Which wasn't a good idea considering Zuko was half hard.

"What's wrong?" Sokka asked, reaching to grab at Zuko's arm and moving his hands from his eyes. 

Zuko's eyes were like a pool of fire, softly swaying in the breeze. "I'm scared," he said honestly. 

Sokka frowned. "Of sex? I'll go at whatever pace you need me to," Sokka promised.

Zuko shook his head. He wasn't scared of sex. In fact he was excited for Sokka to be his first. 

"I'm scared that I won't measure up to your past partners. That..  that I won't be good enough for you," Zuko whispered. 

Sokka's face morphed into an incredibly soft expression as he reached for Zuko's non scarred cheek and stroked the skin there. Zuko all but leaned into it. 

"Zuko..  I'm not with you because of your experience in sex. I'm with you because I love you and want to make you feel good. You trust me right?"

Zuko nodded without hesitation. He trusted no one else more than Sokka. 

"Then trust me when I say you'll exceed all of my expectations, " he said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. Zuko turned his face so the kiss landed on his lips.

Sokka's eyes widened a little but then they closed, leaning into the kiss with a hum. 

Zuko felt a fire burn inside of him. He listened to it and flipped Sokka on the bed and straddled him instead. 

He yelped inside Zuko's mouth before letting go with a pant. 

"What?"

"I… I want to make you feel good," Zuko said, clearly  going off a whim."You're always doing things for other people. Let me… let me do this for you?"

Sokka felt his heart triple in speed and his face get red.

"So that's a yes then," Zuko said smugly, ducking his head to kiss at Sokka's collarbone. 

Sokka let out a hitched breath, his hands going up to rest on Sokka's bareback. 

It was the first time he had seen Zuko's scar fully. It went down to about his rib cage. He wanted to kiss it. 

"Ha!" He breathed when Zuko bit down , leaving a mark. 

"Mine," he hummed in approval. 

Sokka couldn't say anything and Zuko kept going  lower and lower, his eyes trained on Sokka's face. 

 "Where did this confidence come from?" Sokka teased. 

"You," Zuko said simply.  "Your reply is what I needed to hear."

…

Sokka's face was pressed into the pillow as Zuko thrusted into his ass. A pale hand was spread against one cheek and nails were dug into his skin. 

"Ah, fuckkk," he groaned, when Zuko brushed up against a bundle of nerves.

"There it is," he purred, pounding away at it now.

Sokka's mind went blank and all he could think of was Zuko. Zuko was fucking him and he was at his mercy but he was loving all of it. Sokka didn't bend for anyone, but he'd do it for Zuko if it meant he could hear him calling him a good boy.

"Cum,"  Zuko breathed

"What?" He asked. His voice sounded far away. 

"Gonna cum."

"W-wait. Pull out,"  Sokka begged, pushing at Zuko's hips.

It took a couple moments for Zuko to pull out.

Sokka brought himself up and turned around. He pulled off the condom he was using and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking him off. 

Zuko threw his head back, his mouth slacked open as heavy pants escaped it. 

He looked every bit of a painting. 

"I love you,"  Sokka whispered to him. 

With that Zuko came. Sokka didn't stop jerking him off until he was sure he was fully milked before letting go, his hand covered in cum.

Zuko twitched, his body hypersensitive and aware of what just happened. 

Sokka reached his clean hand up in the air, as if he was saying stop. 

Zuko looked down at him, confused. "What?"

"Give me your hand," Sokka said, his smile wide.

Zuko was confused but did it anyway, doing the same motion. 

Sokka hi fixed him. "Good job buddy."

Zuko's whole body went cold. He glared at Sokka. "Just for that I'm not getting you off."

"What?!" Sokka whined. "You obviously needed high fives!"

Zuko shook his head in exasperation. Sokka was an idiot. Even in a situation like this one. But he was so so in love with that idiot he didn't even mind it.

"Idiot,"  Zuko said with no real bite.

Zuko rolled his eyes. "Let me get you a towel so I can clean you off. Maybe I'll be generous and finish off the job."

Sokka huffed. "You're just a hater of the high fives."

"In a situation like this, yes," Zuko said before slipping off the bed.

Sokka couldn't help but admire his boyfriend from the back. 

"I love you,"  Sokka said, his voice incredibly fond.

Zuko froze. The way he said that made him turn around.

"I love you too," he said back.

"A high five for the I love yous?" Sokka asked happily.

"Absolutely  not,"  Zuko deadpanned, walking away so he could get the supposes to clean Sokka up.

[daze-stole-ur-milk]

Can we all just take a moment to laugh at the fact that the soundtrack to the scene where Jake and Neytiri go to rescue their daughter is called bad parents.

Like I wonder who they’re calling the bad parents? Like all three of them? Or just Jake and Quaritch?

[paperanddice]

Now we're into the real demon lords of the Tome of Beasts. Alquam is a massive owl demon monstrosity of the night and secrets, and all the information for this is going to have to be in two separate sections for the different systems I'm posting for.

Pathfinder 2e

Alquam, the Silent Black, Eyes in the Night, the Dark Hunter. He is a creature of eternal darkness, who is said to be able to hear any words whispered in shadow or at night. Owls are his favored representative, and owl-like monsters such as the owl harpy may be the result of his influence and interference. The most favored of his humanoid followers are any strix he has lured into his service, to the point where one of his other mortal creations bears the name stryx in homage to the ancestry. He delights in music, though his favorite songs tear at mortal sanity and contain notes and sounds outside most creature’s hearing range.

In his true form he appears as a massive, monstrous owl composed mostly of darkness. His lair is hidden within the layers of the Abyss, cloaked in darkness so deep that no creature can see through it save with his blessing. Any dark, shadowy corner of the Abyss may lead to his lair if he so wishes, and his night-bound subjects spy on all.

Areas of Concern darkness, owls, secret information Edicts gather information secretly, live by night, hunt living creatures Anathema bring light to darkness, kill an owl Divine Attribute Dexterity or Wisdom

Devotee Benefits  Cleric Spells 1st: tailwind, 2nd: invisibility, 4th: aerial form  Divine Font harm or heal Divine Sanctification can choose unholy Divine Skill Stealth Domains darkness, knowledge, secrecy, trickery Favored Weapon war razor

Alquam's mortal followers are rare, and tend to be spread out in small cells dedicated to the night. Higher ranking members will oversee multiple cells and dole out tasks, usually for gathering useful information or eliminating troublesome foes. The following stat block represents one of these killers, an assassin rather than a spy, who is dedicated to destroying the foes of the Eyes in the Night.

Night Killer Creature 5 Rare, Medium, Humanoid, Strix, Unholy Perception +11; darkvision Languages Abyssal, Common, Strix Skills Acrobatics +11, Intimidation +11, Religion +13, Stealth +13 Str +1, Dex +3, Con +2, Int +0, Wis +4, Cha +2 Items studded leather, war razor AC 22; Fort +11, Ref +10, Will +13 HP 75 Speed 25 feet, fly 25 feet Melee war razor +12 (agile, backstabber, deadly d8, finesse), Damage 1d4+5 Divine Prepared Spells DC 21, attack +13 ; 3rd blindness (×2), harm (×4), vampiric feast; 2nd darkness, invisibility, spiritual armament; 1st fear, runic weapon (×2); cantrips (3rd) daze, detect magic, guidance, shield, void warp Domain Spells 1 Focus Point, DC 21 , 3rd cloak of shadows; Sap Life (healing) When the night killer casts a harm spell and damages at least one living creature, it regains Hit Points equal to the spell rank of the harm spell.

Avatar  When casting the avatar spell, a worshipper of Alquam gains the following additional abilities. Alquam Speed 30 feet, fly 70 feet, greater darkvision; Melee talons (agile, finesse, reach 15 feet), Damage 6d8+6 slashing

13th Age

Alquam is the overseer of a much more subtle Hellhole. While the standard Hellholes rip giant gashes into the world, spit out fire and brimstone and spill out thousands of demons in a vicious invasion, Alquam's is instead a pit of impenetrable shadows that slowly flow out over the surrounding terrain. While those in power are aware of the Endless Night, its lower active threat means it's getting less attention than other Hellholes that constantly spit out active threats, and so for the moment it floats under the radar. Besides, the few shadowy demons that have spilled out have been easily handled by local adventurers, so the threat is minimal.

Unknown to any (except the Diabolist and perhaps the Prince of Shadows), deep in the center of this darkness rest Alquam, a demon of immense power who fuels the constantly spreading night. His goal is eternal darkness over the land, and the longer his plot is ignored the faster the shadows will spread, until it will be too late for anyone to hem them in.

Alquam  Large 13th level spoiler [demon]  Initiative: +20 Beak +18 vs. AC - 150 damage. Miss: 75 damage. Beating Wings +18 vs. PD (2 attacks) - 25 damage and the target pops free from Alquam. Natural Even Hit: The target also loses its next move action. Quick Use: 1/round, as a quick action. Talons +18 vs. AC (1 attack, or 2 attacks if flying) - 25 damage, and the target is grabbed. Alquam can grab one target at a time, or two if he is flying. Natural 16+: The target also takes 20 ongoing damage while grabbed. Quick Use: 1/round, as a quick action. Cloak of Night: Alquam can spend a quick action to cloak the entire battlefield in clinging supernatural darkness. Each creature except for him becomes dazed (save ends) whenever it rolls a natural odd number on any die. Flight. AC 28 PD 26 MD 26 HP 828

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The scent of the forest - part 2

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Summary: Just by making eye contact... That pair of amber crystals was both innocent and beautiful. Will Toruk Makto know that he is the cause of two Na'vis falling into endless lust?

Pairing: Jake Sully/(Recom) Miles Quaritch

Word count: 3.1k

Overall warnings: non-con, mature, violence, rough sex, blood, angst⚠️🔞

All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

A/N: As you can see, the love scene with the water daddy is full of lust and passion. The colonel’s scenes portray them as real animals. Which one did you prefer? You can tell, I won't judge😉​😉

Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

“Just... a little m- gah, son of a bitch.” 

Quaritch choked out the seawater he had swallowed until his whole chest hurt. He shouldn’t have let those bastards come and hunt down the Tulkun. Who said that they don’t fight off? And in the end... what happened? The hunting ship was destroyed, and he got caught by a wave and stuck on this damn island. By himself. 

The young recom’s heart was screaming furiously. 

The first thing he did after scrambling onto the beach was to check the radio. Of course, it didn’t work. Maybe because of the time it stayed in the water. 

“Fucking hell...” 

Vulgar words were thrown out every time he felt annoyed. He dragged his body and sat down against a big rock before looking for anything in his possession he could use. 

A small knife and bullets. Great! Plenty of bullets but no weapons. Just great!  

On the good side, the GPS still worked. It would probably take 4-5 days or more to wait for a ship or helicopter to take him back. 

Where the heck did you go, Cupcake? How do those savages summon their own Ikran?  

After taking a break and figuring out a survival plan, Quaritch decided to get up and walk around to explore the place. Unfamiliar with it, he took off to start looking for a temporary place to stay. 

From what he had gathered, the only lead he had was that of those three large, pointy mountains arranged in a row. 

Damn it. At least, he managed to find a cave to shield him from the environment’s humidity. 

... 

“Ma’Jake... where are you going?” 

“I’m off to practice riding a Tsurak.” 

“Aren’t you going you wait for him first?” 

Jake shook his head, bent down and snuggled into his mate for a bit before walking out. She just stared at him without speaking. 

The one that Neytiri was referring to was the Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina tribe. 

Of course he wasn't waiting for him. He didn’t even want to think about him. To be precise, he was avoiding the other man. There were times when they walked past each other, but he chose to avoid those dazed eyes without paying attention. 

Was he angry? Yeah... he was pissed. 

But there wasn’t much he could do when Tonowari had given his family a place to stay, which was considered a blessing. 

A slender figure resembling a wildcat familiarly got on his ride. He lowered his eyebrows as the pain in his hips slowly increased. Although several days had passed, he was still as tormented as before. 

Whoosh!  

The large animal spread its wings and flapped its tail, accelerating over the water until he could hear the splash of formed clear waves. 

That speed was enough to make him disappear out of the sight of who was watching. 

“I didn’t reach him in time.” 

“...I warned you, Tonowari,” Ronal said softly before walking away, leaving the Olo’eyktan standing there. His ears formed a half-moon the color of the sea. Tonowari’s weakness had decreased slightly at a time when no one noticed.

──

Jake made his Tsurak slow down when he couldn’t stand the pain in his hips anymore. He jumped off its back and released it, letting the Pandoran flying fish to return to the tribe. Honestly, he didn’t go there to train at all; he just wanted to find a quiet place for his body to recover. He hadn’t told anyone about the pain in his lower half, not even Neytiri. 

The former Toruk Makto waded through the beach. Out of the corner of his weary eyes, he saw something familiar not far away. At the end of the day, his curiosity was far too great. Therefore, Jake chose to go and take a look to clear up his doubts. 

Military gear...? With empty compartments. 

Definitely not his. So... it dispersed and got stuck on this island? 

A dark shadow quickly approached him from behind the moment Jake let his guard down. By the time he realized that he wasn’t alone, it was too late. 

Crash!  

A thick log was slammed against the back of his neck. His blurry amber eyes were only able to see a tall figure standing covered by the darkness, unable to tell who it was. 

However, the last thing he saw before he passed out was a pair of combat boots walking to a stop in front of him. 

“The fact that I met you here means that I’m on the right path. Even if it was a shitty journey.” 

──

Long ears moved slightly after hearing a soft crackling sound of tree branches colliding with smoldering flames while the Recom’s leader burned the flesh of a stupid alien fish that he had gone to catch for himself in the afternoon. 

Golder eyes like those of a night predator gazed at Jake’s still face. Sully, a trashy ex-marine who chose to betray his own race and get off with that crazy woman. 

If his belly, which seemed fatter than before, didn’t heave with regular breathing, he would probably think he was dead. 

Quaritch let out a small laugh at the thought. He really wanted to kill him right then and there. But, if he rushed in too much, it’d ruin the fun. It may not be as satisfying as murdering him in front of his family, but he could do with this too. 

So, he waited. 

Anxiously expecting to see his reaction. 

──

“Mhm...” 

His bright golden eyes slowly opened as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. It took some time before the black pupils’ focus was fixed, but the first thing he saw... was a smile. 

His bound arms made Jake panic. He struggled so hard that he could hear the laughter of the half-Na'vi he had escaped from many months ago. 

“Quaritch!” 

“Finally awake. What’s up, corporal?” A pair of sharp fangs were bared close to his face, smiling mockingly. 

Jake bared his teeth at him unrelentingly. He cursed that bastard in the language of the Na’vi people without realizing that the listener himself didn’t understand much. Nevertheless, there was one word he could recognize from Spider’s lessons some time ago. 

“Skxawng!!!!” 

“You wake up and that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth. I ain’t having none of that, though. Are you gonna quiet down, or do you want me to find something to sew your mouth shut with?” 

Of course, that wasn’t just a threat. With the rank of Colonel and such a lowly personality, Quaritch could definitely do it. Jake gritted his teeth angrily. He wasn’t afraid, but right now he was at a disadvantage. He had no other choice. 

“Great, it seems now we can have a civilized conversation,” the Quaritch clone smiled triumphantly before leaning against a log with his eyes still on Jake. He was still struggling hard, hoping the rope would loosen. If only it could come off a little... 

“Don’t even think about getting up and running away, Jake. I throw knives more accurately than you think... Sometimes I can put them right through the head, leaving a hole in the center. And that was before you met me.” 

Jake immediately dismissed the idea of running away. He sat still, resigned. His long, slender tail slapped the ground like a displeased cat. 

“You really couldn’t stay in hell.” 

“I returned from the dead to come to you like this. You should be happy to be reunited with your old enemy.” 

“Hah...” 

His pretty face turned away; he really didn’t want to talk to the other person. He could only wait for someone to show up, find him and help him go back. The sooner the better. Because they might have a chance to get rid of that bastard before he brought an entire army there. 

“You’re making such a frowny face, like an angry kitty.” 

A large hand grabbed a tight hold of his thin tail, and a hoarse hiss Quaritch had never heard was his response. Bright yellow eyes examined the tip of the tail that was stubbornly pulling away and refusing to be touched before turning to lift his own and take a look. 

“We’re not so different. But there is a big age difference between you and me in these blue bodies.” 

The old Quaritch had been older than Jake, but now things were different. 

A devilish smile spread wide before he pulled the slimmer body to lie down beneath him. Jake’s eyes widened in shock. He was about to lift his legs and kick him away, but they were easily caught by a pair of hands. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” Jake screamed loudly as his entire body was unexpectedly crushed by the recom’s weight. 

“Reviving old memories seemed too boring. How about we try something new?” 

Those words made Jake’s ears droop in instinctive fear. The more those rough hands caressed his legs and abdomen, the more frightened he felt. 

Was that bastard for real? 

“Sully... when we first met after my death, I thought I oughta go and say hello. But that bitch of a woman, she gets on my nerves. I couldn’t find the chance to talk to you.” Curly lips spoke and kissed all over his sensitive neck. Quaritch ran his nose along the delicate skin until the slender man clenched his teeth tightly. 

“Stop it...!” 

“Your belly is so soft. I wonder if Mrs. Sully has been taking good care of you.” 

His hands playfully rubbed the smooth region. The big Na’vi grabbed and spread his legs wide before inserting himself in that space, refusing to let him move away from him. 

“Quaritch!!” 

“...” 

Jake’s semi-naked body was originally considered attractive, but that situation with the man trembling beneath him made him more appealing to the eye. 

Eyes of the same color looked at each other for just a moment. One of them was shaken and scared. The other remained silent. 

Actually, his first thought had been to tease that treacherous scum and then leave him tied up in the middle of the water. But it seemed like just for a moment, for a split second, he looked into those clear eyes and he couldn’t pull himself out again. 

“Are your eyes this beautiful? Or is it normal that I’m being too biased towards you?” A deep and hoarse voice spoke out like he was rambling. 

“...!” 

The tip of a large finger caressed from his neck to his narrow waist, applying pressure until the ex-marine whimpered into his throat like a little kitten. 

At that moment, everything was stimulating Jake like crazy. The tip of the slender tail flickered around as he tried to resist as much as he could, but that action was like turning on the hunter’s instincts in him. 

A year had not even passed since his body’s awakening. It was like a baby being born and suddenly turning 20 years old. Because of that, Quaritch still couldn’t control himself when being turned on... until he finally snapped. The soldier ripped off those little pieces of clothing and discarded them indifferently. 

A large hand turned his helpless body so he was lying on his stomach, arching his hips towards him like a whore. 

The strange sensations Jake Sully was experiencing made him reminisce on what would be his biggest fear. Like the first time by the clear stream that night- 

To be forced into violent love by a beast that he could not resist- 

Sharp fangs bit Quaritch’s hand, leaving a deep wound. Drops of blood flowed down the dark-blue skin and dripped onto the grass, staining the greenery into a bright red. Looking into those sparkling golden eyes... he forgot all the hate from before. 

The soldier pounded into his plump body with all his might until the flat stomach formed a prominent bulge. One free hand grabbed hold of a thin leg and raised it upright, making a sticky sound alternate with Jake’s loud, inarticulate moans. His face was stained with tears, and it was those tears that were dragging the viewer deeper into raw, uncontrollable instincts. 

Even more so in their animal-like form. Neither he nor Jake were able to control themselves for long after they began ‘mating’. 

Yes... mating. 

No one would refer to a forceful act without reason as a sane person’s sexual intercourse. Furthermore, they were in a doggy position that looked no different from the sexual one of a wild animal. 

Jake felt like he was losing consciousness as the emotions hit his body non-stop. Meanwhile, Quaritch’s instincts took over his mind and body. He became more demanding and there didn’t seem to be an end to it. 

As he opened his mouth completely, he exhaled loudly, moaning like a cat in rut. “Ah!! Ah!!!” The end of his long tail twitched in excitement, unconsciously wrapping itself around his thick waist. 

Slap!  

Quaritch thrusted his member in so hard that the blue cat screamed sweetly. The tip of his tongue was wet with saliva, and he licked the beautiful striped tail until it was soaked. He clenched his teeth when he felt the warm walls enveloping his cock. 

“Hard- Nnnf!! Umh!” 

A rough hand slapped his butt cheek, squeezing and squeezing until the soft flesh began to change color before pulling his body upwards, causing his enemy to show him his unfocused eyes. He raised his head and grunted loudly. 

“Open your mouth.” The order was said with a heated expression. Jake obeyed the other party without hesitation, responding to a hot kiss. It felt like fire was burning his body to pieces. 

Suck, bite, pinch. 

They exchanged sweet flavors in their mouths before he pulled out his fangs for them to land on a smooth, turquoise neck. Quaritch’s lower body continued to pound hard until the smaller body swung swayed forward. 

His legs trembled as if they were about to collapse, but they didn’t. Finally, a pair of large hands grabbed hold of him and forcefully laid him down. The former Toruk Makto moaned until his throat began to hurt. The more his sensitive areas were bullied, the more he felt he was being dragged to his death. 

The taller figure raised his head and groaned while feeling a million butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Quaritch snatched the other man’s hair and pulled hard until Jake arched his back. 

“So big... A-ah!” 

The heavy sound of flesh hitting each other was a strong indication that the other party was increasing his speed. The reef, previously forest, Na’vi opened his mouth again, but he couldn’t scream anymore. His lovely eyes were mized with water droplets that soaked all over his face. The core of his body, the size of a hand, became filled with liquid due to the sensations he was feeling. It was too much to stop right now. 

A thought flashed through his head fleetingly. Quaritch picked up Jake’s tswin in the blink of an eye. Wasting no time... 

Before harmonizing and connecting their minds together- 

“No! Agh! Ahh!! Quaritch... Stop!!” 

The lust surged as they both felt each other’s feelings. A loud beast’s roar was heard before a slim body that was no different from that of a lustful female animal was embraced harshly. Jake bit his lip, his black pupils widening... Thin hands pecked and fell to the grass, ripping it to find some kind of grounding. Emotions emerged in his body as if a dam had broken. 

He couldn’t- 

He couldn’t stand it. 

He couldn’t take it anymore! 

Jake finished and finished again until he was almost out of energy. Those sweet, connected eyes stared blankly at the scene in front of him, completely without the awareness he should have. 

Quaritch didn’t know how long he spent degrading that body... However, it was probably long enough to see Jake pass out. After three more rounds. 

But he still didn’t stop. 

And there was no way he would until he was satisfied. 

──

Jake woke up in a familiar place. The first thing he saw was Neytiri’s face; the big round eyes that he fell in love with were sprinkled with tears. She rushed to hug him... Using a small, four-fingered hand, she caressed his hair with longing. Thin, chubby lips pressed a kiss to her husband’s temple while she poured out words of joy and congratulations on being able to open his eyes after staying unconscious for nearly a week. 

Her once powerful voice suddenly trembled. “Oh, Ma’Jake... I thought you would never wake up.” 

They both hugged each other and kissed so fiercely that many people watching didn’t dare come in and interrupt. 

“Dad, it’s good to see you awake.” 

“It’s a pity that guy escaped. Using the Ikran to fly and search for him is too risky.” 

“Did you just come up with that idea, Lo’ak? I thought you were a skxawng.” 

The middle son turned and barked at Aonung in annoyance. 

“Jake... your body is very injured. If it hurts anywhere, tell the Tsahìk.” 

The Olo’eyktan knelt in front of his bruised body. There was a bit of resentment in his sapphire eyes, but Tonowari kept it well hidden. 

“...” 

Tender hands held his abdomen. The first thing he noticed that hurt the most was probably his stomach. Having been treated like that, it wasn’t pierced, which could be considered good luck. 

“You are in my way. Get out,” the Tsahìk spoke up harshly when she realized that the injured man seemed to want some privacy. Neytiri wanted to argue, but she gave in only when she got a pleading look from her lover. In the end, she took their children and exited the marui. 

“Take care of him.” 

“I know my duties well, Tonowari.” 

The curtain was completely closed. She slowly lowered herself to Jake’s side. Looking at his tortured face, she felt sorry for him. 

“My stomach... feels like it’s about to burst.” 

“I know. Your hips may not be able to move easily for a while.” 

His long ears drooped when he heard that. Ronal gently ran her hand over his soft hair before placing the crushed medicine in his hand. 

“Eat it and then get some rest.” 

“It hurts...” 

“You are a warrior. Do not cry,” she said in a fierce voice when she raised her eyes to see water droplets falling from the corners of his beautiful eyes. Jake pursed his lips; he had accidentally cried in front of the Tsahìk of the Metkayina tribe. 

“I’m sorry...” 

“Never mind. Right now, your heart is too weak to be criticized. Hurry up and get better quickly. Sky people might come back again.” 

The indigo cat nodded before forcing himself to swallow the bitter medicine right away. 

──

From then on, he never went anywhere alone again... He would stay with Neytiri. 

Vocabulary list: Olo’eyktan (clan leader), Tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), marui (pods built in the giant mangrove-like trees alongside the shores and are protected from crashing waves by giant reef barriers), Toruk Makto (great leonopteryx/last shadow rider), tsurak (Skimwing), skxawng (moron, idiot), ikran (Mountain banshee), tswin (braid, queue)

Part 1

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Also! When can we order camp daze! it seems really cool, and I'm interested in the nuclear war part of it. (I'm borderline a mad scientist, my friends have claimed that in TMA I'd probably be an avatar of the extinction, but I guess this is what I get for being interested in nuclear physics. On the plus side, maybe I'll help transition the world away from fossil fuels with the help of fusion.)

It's coming out everywhere this summer, after I fulfill everything from the Kickstarter! I'll post about it lots when the time comes, and I'll also mention it my newsletter.

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So, since you sent two, I'mma do a thing. I'm gonna post two snippets.

Before she can catch herself, Delphi is reaching out to run her fingers along a particularly intricate magic circle on his chest.  Something about the writing along the edge and the delicate line work of the symbols inside the circle has her transfixed, as if it’s calling to her. She only snaps out of her daze when Solomon’s hand clamps around her wrist, her fingertips mere millimeters from his bare skin.

His smile is as friendly as ever, but Delphi can sense an edge there that tells her she did something she shouldn't have

From one of the Solomon fics that arose from that brain rot.

“Now, I want you to touch my pact mark,” Asmo whispers in her ear. “Just like you did with Mammon’s earlier, okay?”

She nods and lets her right hand wander to her inner thigh, tracing the lines of the delicately glowing pink mark there. She doesn't need to see it, she realizes as Asmo places sweet kisses beneath her ear and down her neck. She can feel exactly where it is by its warm, gentle thrum.

It feels different from Mammon's pact. His felt tingly, almost like an itch in her fingertips. Asmo's is a warm pulse that spreads with every feather light stroke along its graceful curves. She follows its spiral around and down to its point, then back up to the second spiral. She finds a rhythm easily, her eyes fluttering shut as its gentle pulsing grows into a steady throb that seats itself in her core. Beneath her, the Avatar of Lust’s moans are high and whiny, his own eyes shut and head fallen back against the edge of the tub.

And this is from my pact marks sequel series. This is for sure gonna get finished...eventually.

Send me a 👀 and I'll post a snippet of a fic I didn't finish in 2022