#Nobody's Avatar Analysis

[princess-nobody]

"The na'vi look too human to be believable as an alien species"

This criticism has been something I've always felt pretty blasé about; as in, I personally see no issue with their designs (love them in fact) but I can see why some people don't like them and I've never been bothered by fanmade redesigns (I find some to be rather cool actually).

However, since the release of TWOW, I've been rolling my eyes at this "critique" (nitpick imo) as well as redesigns because the movie actually provides a non-humanoid race of alien people: the Tulkun. In the film, as well as supplementary material, the Tulkun are described as being a group of people with their own culture, language, belief system, art, music, poetry and law. Sure, they're a whaling metaphor, but as opposed to portraying them as really smart whales, they're actually a native community of people.

Yet, let the people who watched the movie – fandom or otherwise – tell it, and they're just really smart big fish the Metkayina bonded with 😭 people talk about Payakan like he's a wild animal Lo'ak tamed and not a person he befriended, I've even seen fanwork where they humanize Avatar and have Payakan be a pet he adopts or a feral animal he tames and not a guy he forms a friendship with. I remember reading a oneshot where the writer claimed Lo'ak named him and I was like? No, Payakan introduced himself to him!

People claim that Ronal losing Ro'a is some sort of parallel to Neytiri losing Seze, but – not to downplay Seze's death btw – based on Ro'a being an actual person and a familial bond to Ronal, wouldn't it be more of a parallel to Neytiri losing Sylwanin? You know, her actual sister? Or her son Neteyam? It's like saying a character losing their pet hamster is the same as a another character losing their twin sister. 💀

Idk, I just wonder if the people who claim the na'vi look "too human" would have actually empathized with them if they looked more alien and less humanoid, because if the Tulkun are anything to go by, it was a great decision to anthropomorphize them because people would have dehumanized them if they hadn't been (at least, more than they already do). Audiences seem to struggle to empathize with or humanize characters that don't look anthropomorphic in any way.

Sorry for this long ass yap session 😭 this is just something that has bothered me for a while and I needed to get it off my chest.

Bonus point: It becomes more horrifying when you acknowledge that historically, indigenous and native populations having their body parts/organs harvested by colonizers and invaders for medicinal and ritualistic purposes is actually a terrifyingly common phenomenon. Indigenous people having their skulls, scalps and organs harvested by settlers, mummified egyptian people having their bodies stolen and consumed, and many more examples of this happening make it so claiming the Tulkun to be "just a whaling metaphor" feels deeply reductive. Yes, they are a whaling metaphor, but it's a lot deeper than that, yet no one acknowledges it because they look like whales I suppose.

[kideaternomnom]

If a ship only has fans because it is canon and not because it’s well developed that’s how yk it’s probably ass

[skoulsons]

Obligatory sappy end of the year post !!!

Made a tumblr account about a year ago now and I never expected it to turn into anything. I just wanted somewhere to Rot and unashamedly spew my thoughts about my blorbos that I couldn’t contain

It brought more than I thought and I’m very thankful for it. The friendships that have been made and the moots I see in my notifs who id die for unironically are the best parts of this place 🫶🏻

And the community, of course. The gifsets, art, and fic that leave me dry heaving on the floor are also a great part of it 😭

Time for another year. More rots. More friends to meet. More friends to make. More shows and movies to experience. More father and daughter relationships to discover. More meta posts to make and fics to read and write. More time to be alive 🤍

[arachine]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ... i'd follow you anywhere .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x avatar! reader

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in which reader uses her new avatar body to finally show neteyam just how much she loves him… + based off of this thirst!

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), minimal angst (?), lots of fluff and banter lol

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, dacryphilia (v tame), corruption

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 2.5k

ᥫ᭡ note :: guys this is what happens when i ask for thirsts!!! i get carried away and never know when to stop ;(( anyway, here, have this while i work on my annual dick analysis for jake & quaritch.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Shh, you’ll see, kitty boy,” you giggled, tightening your grip on his wrist.

Neteyam shakes his head, tongue in cheek. He could never say no to you—not that he wanted to…he always wanted to play with you. He’d follow you into the depths of hell, or whatever the na’vi equivalent of hell was. Yeah, he’d follow you there, he thinks—definitely.  

The boy relinquishes all of his motor skills to you, allowing you to drag his body further into the forest. He mirrors all of your agile movements, jumping when you jump, running when you run—and then you come to a halt, turning around quickly to face him. You’re so close—too close, the sudden proximity disrupting his equilibrium.

“Don’t go falling for me now,” you grab his forearm before he can fall, pulling him back up with a wink. He scoffs at this, mumbling something sly under his breath. You were always so quick-witted, with quick reflexes to match, too. To anyone else, this would be annoying, but to him, they were your most admirable traits. It’s what made him fall for you.

“Ha, ha, can you tell me what we are doing all the way out here now?” he raises his hands, gesturing to the clearing that you were now standing in. You smile wildly, pursing your lips together in avoidance. The boy reaches behind you to pull your tail, tickling your sides until you surrender.

“Okay, okay, just s-stop it already,” you belt out, “I wanna show you somethin’…gotta be nice to get it, though.” He retracts his hands, letting them fall slowly to his sides. Just what were you planning?

Grabbing his hand this time, you usher him to follow you with a tilt of your head. You lead him to a tree surrounded by shrubbery, a spot that, up until now, only you were privy to its whereabouts. The perfect place for privacy.

Letting go of his hand, you push him down to sit on the forest floor, with his back resting against the bark of the tree and you nestled between his legs. His pulse quickens. What was so important that you needed to drag him so deep into the forest? In such a secluded place, nonetheless. 

“I’ve been wanting to try this with you for a while,” you start, voice so low, just barely above a whisper. His eyes squint in confusion, but he remains silent—listening, as to not scare you from continuing. 

“You know, growing up in a shack with grown men…you hear a lot of things,” a silence, “things only men talk about.” Your eyes flitter to his, unmoving. 

“like, the things they missed doing on Earth, the girls they miss fucking—and what they’d do to have a woman’s lips wrapped their cocks…” The last bit comes out more hushed, gently kissing the shell of his ears. His tail reacts to you before he can, swishing in jagged movements, exposing his excitement. 

“Has anyone ever kissed you down there?” your eyes flit to his groin. 

He shakes his head eagerly, “No, I have n-never heard of this…nobody has ever…”

“Can I?” you tilt your head, flashing him your best doe-eyes. It was fun teasing him, a feeling that you’d never grow tired of. From first glance, to first introduction, you’d been bound at the hip since you could talk. Everything he did, you did, and vice versa. If you were feeling sick one day and couldn’t play, then shit, he was too. If you wanted to jump off a cliff one day, he’s jumping with you!

His loyalty to you was unyielding, grounding. And as the years passed, and the two of you transitioned from bright-eyed little kids to gangly, awkward teens on the cusp of adulthood, you started to realize something. That you wanted to be all of his firsts. 

Determinedly, you set out to do just that. On his thirteenth birthday, you kissed his cheek. A scintilla of your love, stained onto the expanse of his face that served as a mental reminder that this boy was yours—promised to you, and only you. 

Then, three more years passed. The boy with the rounded cheeks and toothy smile, had begun to change. It started out slow, though, then the differences became more gradual. 

The first to change was his face. What was once round and doughy, had now become slim and sharp. And then it was his physique. No longer was he the awkward child with gangly limbs, and a head too big for his body (as you liked to put it). No, he was much more…different. And each and every one of these changes, a testament to his inevitable journey into adulthood. 

On his sixteenth birthday, you kissed him. Once. But in that one kiss, you poured every ounce of love that you’d collected over the years. Every thought, every wish, every yearn, went right into that kiss—another piece of your heart that you carved just for him.  For him to have and hold, to keep safe. 

And when it was over, you pulled away with a smile, and a dagger of a tongue dipped in poison, ready to deliver heartbreak. 

You’re a man now, you uttered. I wanted to give my best friend his first kiss. And that was it, that was all it was ever going to be—because you were human, then. Still a weak, measly, little human who spent all her time living in a false reality, chasing something (someone) that could never really truly be promised to you. Not until you made the change.  

So, you waited. And…waited, and waited, and waited until one day you could meet his eye without having to look up, or for him to drop down. You waited until the day when you’d be recognized as his equal. 

Today was that day, on his twentieth birthday. And so you ask again. 

“Can I kiss you down here?” 

He nods. Once, twice, then stutters out an eager yes. Gently you smooth your palm up and over his knee, the skin of his thighs, and then stop beneath the fabric of his loin cloth. Your fingers trace the area teasingly, and you giggle when his hip juts up from the sensation. So sensitive. 

Slowly, you remove the cloth from his body, and take him into your hand. He’s semi-hard and leaking pre—and warm. So, so warm. You bring it up to your cheek, rubbing it against the area before turning your head to leave a zephyr-light kiss on his shaft. You kiss it once, then twice, then kiss it again for every year you spent not kissing him. 

“What are you doing?” he laughs, “Come on, it tick—hahhh.” A whine vacates from his throat upon you licking a long stripe from the base of his shaft, to the tip of his head. Naturally, his hands find solace atop of your head. 

“So dramatic, I didn’t even do anything yet.” This time, you take him into your mouth, forcing him to watch you as more and more of his length disappears into the cavern of your mouth. 

Technically, you’d never done this before (save for the few times you practiced on fruit) so it was your first time, just as much as it was his. But he didn’t have to know that. You wanted to appear like you knew what you were doing, or at the very least, like you’d done this before. You try to remember all the things you’ve heard over the years.

1) Girls who used teeth were bad, but girls who flattened their tongues and relaxed their throats were good. 

2) Girls who didn’t use spit sucked, but girls who got really messy were good fucks. 

3) Girls who didn’t play with balls were lazy, but girls who did knew how to have fun.

So, you use an amalgamation of all of the tips that you garnered. You flatten your tongue, ease your throat so that you can take him farther, until the head of his cock hits your uvula. 

“Shhit, mmf,” he breathes, attempting to stifle a moan by digging a hand into the forest soil. Immediately, you grab his hand and place it back onto your head, pulling off of him with a wet pop.

“Keep ‘em here,” your hand fists his length, “want you to use me. Wanna make you feel good, ‘kay?” His dick twitches in your hold, because fuck, the sight before him is almost too much for him to handle. 

You, before him on your knees, with your dainty hand wrapped around him, and your face wet with drool. And you want him to what? Use you? To make him feel…good? God, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think this was Eywa playing tricks on his mind. Giving him a taste of euphoria before yanking him back to reality. 

He has half a mind to pinch himself, and half mind to poke you, because there’s just no way this is real. Bullshit. But then you’re sinking back down onto him, and swirling your tongue around his head, and using your hands to massage his balls, and—

“Fuck,” his hands reflexively push you down onto his length. His body shivers when the tip of your nose makes contact with his pelvis. You’re so warm, and wet, so inviting, he can’t seem to let go. He keeps you there until you physically can’t fathom it, and pull off of him in search of air. 

“That felt…nice,” he says bashfully, “can you do that again?” You nod eagerly, accumulating a generous amount of spit in your mouth to use as a salve, lathering it up and down the length of him before he guides you back to his awaiting cock. 

He watches intently as your lips stretch to accommodate him again. Now his hands, which are tangled in your tresses, are moving more confidently. They push and pull you, maneuvering your head gently and at a steady pace, then gradually, they increase their speed. 

Neteyam does this a few times and then allows you to take the reins. When you’re ready, you take a deep inhale through your nose, and push yourself down until you feel the weight of him hit the back of your throat. The first time was a bit easier, mostly because your jaw wasn’t as fatigued as it was now, but you persevere anyway. 

Inhale, exhale. A mantra that you have to repeat to yourself to distract you from the urge to gag. You try your best to keep your jaw relaxed and your throat open by digging your nails into the fat of his thighs. 

When you look up at him, there’s an elated expression molded onto his face. His head is thrown back against the tree, hair strewn about with tendrils sticking to his forehead, and his eyes are shut closed. 

He looks…so beautiful. That’s when you feel a tear ribbon down your face and onto his thigh. You’re unsure if it’s because of the air steadily leaving your brain, or if it’s because of how pretty he looks right now—all sweaty, slick with your drool.

You settle on the former. It had to be the air. Eventually, your lungs give out and you have to take a breather. The sudden loss of warmth forces his eyes open, and then they fall on your face. Your eyes. Doe-eyed and clouded. Cheeks stained with tears. 

“Pretty.” Is all he says, bringing up a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You work him the rest of the way with the iota of energy you have left, concentrating on the head of his cock while your hand fists him to climax. 

His abs begin to tremble and flex when you switch between hollowing your cheeks and massaging his balls. A visual indication that he was close to coming. 

“Waitwaitwait, it feels like,” he’s panicked, trying to push you away. You dodge his attempts to remove you and continue your assault, only this time, you gently apply pressure to his perineum. Unceremoniously, he pushes your head down to the hilt and you moan around him from the force. 

The vibrations from your throat makes his head feel all fuzzy. He’s so close, on the precipice of euphoria. And your hands—that are still situated on his thighs—rub the expanse of them reassuringly, coaxing him to finish right on your tongue. 

With a final lazy piston, he comes into your mouth, and the warm, salty seed that you’d been anticipating leaks down the column on your throat. Moans tumble from his lips, along with hushed expletives, and he’s shaking. The cords of muscle beneath your palm tense and flex before regressing to their natural, relaxed state. 

You remove your mouth promptly and rise to your haunches, making sure that his eyes are locked onto yours as you stick out your tongue to show him his seed. 

“No, do not swallow that, I didn’t mea—“ Disobeying his wishes, you do it anyway. Swallowing it all all down and making it a point that you did so by sticking your tongue out again. His tail flicks in response, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Why did you do that? It’s dirty,” he caresses your cheek, wiping away the leftover spent from your mouth. 

“‘Cause I wanted to…” You counter. “And it’s not dirty, you tasted good.” 

Neteyam rolls his eyes at this, like him tasting good is too hard for him to believe. 

“Don’t believe me? Here, try it.” And then you give him the gift that you had gifted to him all those years ago. A kiss. It’s equal parts sweet and needy, different from the first time it happened, but that’s because it was supposed to be. You wanted him to know exactly what you meant. No more waiting. No more pining. 

When you draw back, breathless and dizzy, he’s still stuck in a stupor. Lips jutted out and waiting for you to kiss him again. Again, again, again. He opens his eyes, and sees you staring back at him. 

“See, I told yo—“ He takes a fist full of your hair and connects his lips to yours. This is him returning the gift. Letting you know that he got the message, loud and clear, and that it was reciprocated. Every ounce of love that flows through his heart is poured into your own; he hopes you can feel it. 

“I told you not to fall for me,” you whisper, looking up at him with an avian flutter of your lashes. Neteyam’s hands find solace on the sides of your cheeks, and then he speaks.

“I think I fell for you a long time ago.” Warmth washes over you, his sweet words and strong hands overriding all of your cognitive functions. Specifically, the one in charge of keeping you calm and collected. 

“Good, ‘cause I think you’re gonna fall for me a lot harder when you see what I have planned for you later.”

“What’s later?”

“Shh, what fun would it be if I told the birthday boy the surprise?” You grin cheekily, unaware of the way your tail swishes from side to side as you say it. Neteyam knows you’re up to no good, but he doesn’t care. He’d follow you anywhere, after all. 

© arachine 2023

[space-blue]

Avatar 3 D23 musings and analysis

Images drop on some BIG screens at D23 seems like!

First off, great new looks and close ups of Varang!

First off it's super dope. Look at her fingers! Looks like she's wearing claws (bone? forbidden metal? body mods). The notches on her belly and legs also look like potential scarifications!

Stuff I want to scream about on a personal level: The tswins... I made my Txepiva (ash Na'vi) fan clan to be warrior like, living in more desertic areas, and cutting queues as part of warfare. I also recently made a sketch to illustrate an idea to a friend that they may wear these queues in a bandolier tied to shoulders and hips as a show-off.

My Txepiva also have bare tail tips, and Varangs fits this too in this art, though I'm sure it's just the light rendering technique. If not, then I should apply for a job on the brainstorming team lmao.

Though I appreciate the idea of warfare and tswin cutting, I want to point out it's also possible that she's not actually wearing the tswin of her enemies, or at least not in the "this is how we kill other Na'vi" way.

The others around her are in obscuring and impractical headdresses, and this looks like a ritual. IMO it's very possible that the tswin she wears are that of ancestors, or old leaders, great warriors, or even enemies, collected and rebraided to create this distinct look. I particularly think it'd make sense for it to be made of the hair of past leaders and worn as a sort of crown, as nobody else is rocking that look in the image.

Next we have her weird not-an-ikran.

Glorious beast with 10 winglets where ikran have 4. It also has mouth frills, jaw frills, and a spike over its head, making it closer to stingbats in that area. Here's a super obvious comparison with an enlarged stingbat picture:

So their mount probaby evolved independantly from ikran. Would be fun if they also have poison.

Another FUN detail : GUNS!! Does it look like guns? Could be recoms then, Lyle, Q , and some new red shirt recoms... or could be Omatikaya wil RDA guns...

But for real, there are only two types of Na'vi with guns: the Omatikaya clan and the recombinants. Given past images in leaks ((remember this?))

It's most likely that the people interacting with Varang are going to be recoms and not Jake's people. BUT who knows where the plot will go. If it's recoms, I'd looove to know if it's 3 moffos because Q+Lyle+Mansk, or if we're getting new recom red shirts or what.

Then we have views of air ships, so we're getting to see the promised Wind Traders, with Neytiri in the forefront, and the Man'o'war inspired floaters being pulled by sky manta ray...

Not much to say about those. I just hope we get some high definition version released online soon.

If this reignites your hype for Avatar, go vote in this poll!

There's 20h left to vote, and I think we could all benefit from an event around december 2024, to pass the time before fire and ash's big dropin 2025.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Bless you for creating this blog, because I need to VENT

(obligatory not all Zutarians who want to enjoy their fics and arts in peace. you guys are cool and chill.)

Isn't it so interesting transparent and sad that every Zutarian critical analysis about "making the show better" is just about making Aang suffer more, and Zuko look good?

Katara should have kept her burn scars, because Aang needed to understand the consequences of his actions!

Right. Because immediately apologising, and becoming so guilty he doesn't fire bend for 2 seasons doesn't show remorse.

Aang should have given up his attachment to Katara to become a fully realised Avatar, otherwise he doesn't sacrifice anything! That would have been narratively satisfying!

Right. Because LOSING HIS ENTIRE CULTURE AND EVERYONE HE EVER LOVED isn't a "sacrifice". Which he will never get back. He'll have to live with the tragedy of being the last Airbender forever.

It's SO interesting how Zuko literally gets everything he wanted- locking up Ozai forever, getting a new father figure in Iroh, becoming Firelord, being with the woman he loves, finding his mother, even finding a new sister who adores him. His ONE tragedy is Azula, and even then she's hopefully on a journey of redemption.

But somehow that's not the "perfect ending" for Zuko. Nope, the only narratively satisfying ending is if Katara falls over to suck Zuko's dick.

So Zuko doesn't sacrifice anything permanently, and he literally gets everything he ever wanted. Aang will never get back what he lost, but apparently he has to give up Katara too. Funny how that works. Can you make your seething resentment any more obvious?

It's also amazing to me that so called Katara stans NEVER think about how KATARA would feel if Aang lost his romantic attachment to her. Girl hugged him several times, kissed him on the cheek and lips, blushed around him, threatened to murder Zuko if he hurt Aang...she was not subtle. But apparently no one cares about Katara's feelings.

Also, how GUILTY would Katara feel if Aang had to sacrifice his romantic attachment to become the Avatar? Do you think she'd be happy he had to sacrifice love for duty? Which BEST FRIEND would be okay with this situation? Even Sokka and Toph would be outraged.

If my best friend and fellow genocide survivor had to sacrifice his romantic attachment for duty, I'd be so mad I would murder Ozai myself. Yes, even if I didn't love him back, because HE'S MY BEST FRIEND. Nobody would even be able to find the body.

Katara and Zuko should have gotten together, that would have fully represented the themes of balance and redemption in the show!

FFS THERE IS A RELATIONSHIP THAT REPRESENTS THESE THEMES! IT'S ZUKAANG! SORRY YOU WERE TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND THE SHOW!

Sorry, Sokka. Your relationship with Suki is toxic, because she's from the Earth Nation. You need to break up immediately. Better go find a nice firebender to have children with! Zukka anyone??

Did they miss the part when Uncle Iroh said, "Understanding others, the other elements, and the other nations will help you become whole."

Or the Guru when he said, " Even the separation of the four elements is an illusion. If you open your mind, you will see that all the elements are one. Four parts of the same whole. "

AKA "balance" is when we learn from all 4 elements and grow as a person!!! It's got nothing to do with love!

BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T BE REDUCED TO THEIR ELEMENTS! THAT'S THE THEME OF THE SHOW!

Sorry, Katara. You represent water, and Zuko represents fire, so you have to marry each other for "balance". It's in the rules. How convenient.

Even though Aang is ALSO a fire bender, so marrying him would also represent "balance". But he doesn't count because he's not hot and sexy like Zuko with his anime hair.

sidenote - Aang is so hot. With his muscles , grey eyes, and his off-shoulder fit? Divine. Zutarians who think Aang isn't sexy have no taste.

sorry for the extremely long rant. I just couldn't take Zutarians and their "atla-critical" analysis anymore. It's the self-righteousness that gets me.

They can't just say, I love Zutara together because I like their dynamic. Instead they have to write long metas justifying why their ship is the "only one that strenghens the themes of the show" and Kataang / Maiko "weakens the narrative" and other bs.

thanks for this space, this was cathartic.

You're welcome, anon 💖

[kayakoto-enterprises]

Welcome! I'm Julianne / Jenkins (they/she). I am 19 years old!

🍓 I'm Julianne / Jenkins! I'm an Multi Media Art student, amateur illustrator, self shipper, and professional silly little guy (autistic)!! I am nonbinary and a lesbian :3

🍓 This is my main blog which is an amalgamation of my art, my interests, written works, and reblogs!

🍓 Mainly a self shipping blog

🍓 Hey! I have a blog PURELY dedicated to Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees. Essays, fanart, fanfics, news, everything!

🍓 pssst...my comms are always opennnn!

🍓 I'm interested in animation in general, vintage and cutesy aesthetics, toys, sweets ^_^

Main Interests: (Pink text are my special interests!)

Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Sailor Moon, Saint Young Men, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Sonic the Hedgehog, Rodney Alan Greenblat works (PaRappa, Dazzeloids, mascot projects), Sanrio, The Mountain Goats, They Might Be Giants

🍰🍰My Self Ships! 🍰🍰

💐 House Guest: 💉Samantha Strong x Julianne Lucky I am not normal about them in da slightest tehehehe! main ship

💐 Stuffed Animal: 🧸Lesley x The Illustrator secondary self ship. Lesley is still a main f/o but you can blame DHMIS for being notoriously slow on any updates.

💐Sappho Suffocating: 🍰 Working on a interfandom polycule w both f/os!

I am not comfortable with sharing of any kind! I headcanon both these characters as lesbians. Do not derail!

These tags host my ramblings, writing, headcanons, and art for these ships. I also occasionally post non-specific imagines although most are targeted towards the fem!f/o demographic...

I also post. Normal BTTWNS art and analysis which you can find here! (seriously you should read this series..)

Guess this should also go without saying but PROSHIP / COMSHIP / DARKSHIP DO NOT INTERACT.

I explore heavy subject matter due to the source media of both f/os. Heavier warning for House Guest because it gets a bit intense. Please remember that none of my ships should be read as abusive. I just enjoy exploring these complex characters through hypotheticals and am only working within what the creators have stated about their personalities.

I sometimes post suggestive text/memes/art so please block tags such as [suggestive text] or [suggestive] if ur uncomfortable or a minor.

Do not also interact if you share f/os. Please just be nice! I'm still figuring out how to sort this blog up!

My askbox is always open if you wanna chat and be friends! I love you! ;O

[linkspooky]

Hellooo!

I just wanted to ask you about your fanfics. It's been a few days since I've followed you so I don't know wether you've already answered this question or not but, do you recommend us to read your meta blogs to understand better the concepts you write about on you fanfics? I haven't read any of your fanfics yet because I'm still reading your analysis from here, whenever they appear on my feed.

I enjoy them a lot btw, I wouldn't mind having to read them all first and then your fanfics(¯▿¯)

If you've already answered this question from someone else, or if it's too stupid of a question you don't have to answer lol.

Just to add that I like a lot the perspective you hold when you analyse media! It gives me a whole different view of the characters and the topics the authors work with and enjoy that so much!<33

You don't need to read my meta at all to understand my fanfics. I do give authors notes on my blog and post extra material like art I commission of the characters and covers. You can find them at these two tags. My ongoing avatar fic. linkspooky.tumblr.com/tagged/burn au

My Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic Series. linkspooky.tumblr.com/tagged/nobody dies au

[ghoul-bonez]

~Through the Wind and Rain~

OC x OC set in the “Avatar: The Way of Water” universe…

-Series Masterlist-

Physical Character Analysis

Niri’te-

Starting off with Niri’te, an Omatikaya Na’vi.

I always imagined, and intended for her and Leyra to look drastically different. Niri’te has the signature braided hairstyle of the Omatikaya, and the golden eyes they often have. Her face is longer and leaner, and her eyes more narrow than her lover. She has more ear piercings than usual, all done by herself with the intention of building her independence as she proved nobody could stop her from doing what she wanted. (As the author I gave her more ear piercings than usual to set her apart from the clan and divide her in a slight way.)

Leyra-

Leyra is a Metkayina Na’vi.

I wanted Leyra to look drastically different from Niri’te so to oppose Niri’te’s leaner, I suppose harsher, face Leyra’s is softer, rounder with high cheekbones and large blue eyes. She has long, curly, dark hair that she leaves unrestrained, but occasionally braids bits and pieces.

[princess-nobody]

Neytiri's inability to accept Metkayina culture, and why I LOVE it

Sadly Neytiri didn't play a huge role in ATWOW, which though is upsetting as a fan of her makes sense since the movie isn't really about her and is more so about the new generation. However, one aspect of her characterization that is prevalent in both the deleted scenes and the leaked early script is the fact that out of all the Sullys, she is the one that struggles the most in assimilating to the Metkayina lifestyle.

I adore this detail because it is such a deep understanding of who Neytiri is as a person, as well as a representation of all she has been through in her life. Neytiri, at her core, is a woman that dislikes change and views it as a harbinger of the worst to come. She is a woman that cannot be seperated from her culture and lifestyle as an Omatikaya because of how much of her indentity has been molded by it, and the few times she has been seperated from it has been by force.

For example: her inability to learn how to ride ilu. Riding ilu is essential in Metkayina culture because it is the most baseline way to hunt, and as Tonowari states, being unable to ride one makes you useless because you can't hunt. In one of the deleted scenes, Neytiri is trying to learn to ride ilu with Ronal but can't seem to get it down, only to eventually give up out of frustration. Ronal even makes sure to reiterate to her that ilu is not ikran, and ilu cannot fly, because fundamentally Neytiri is approaching riding ilu the way you would ride ikran.

The obvious answer as to why she does this is muscle memory, to Neytiri this would be like someone who rides bicycles trying to learn how to ride a unicycle – it may be similar, but approaching it the same way will yield wrong results. However I feel it is also because her experiences with ikran and losing her own has made her subconsciously hostile towards learning a new way of riding, because in her mind it is her again being seperated from her ikran. Seze's death was obviously traumatic to her, in that moment she not only lost a dear ally, but was forcibly seperated from a part of her culture and lifestyle by invaders.

So naturally, now that she has a new ikran, even if she wants to learn how to ride a different mount, her body won't let her. Her subconscious won't allow her to be seperated from the one thing she has left from her people since their relocation. I believe Neytiri learns how to hunt with her ikran, developing a diving technique which means she no longer needs to learn how to ride ilu. This not only feels very in character for her, but I also think it's just a sweet way to allow her to keep this part of her while also allowing her to contribute to the Metkayina way of life.

Another example of this is the bombing of the Omatikaya hometree – again, Neytiri was forcibly removed from a part of her lifestyle and culture against her will by outsiders. So her hostility to leaving their new hometree, even if it is for their own safety, makes more than enough sense. To her, she is yet again being ripped away from a part of her, yet again being forced out her culture and made to abandon a significant part of being of the Omatikaya. I wouldn't be surprised if she still struggles with being a part of the Metkayina clan in the coming few movies, because out of her whole family she is the one with the least positive experiences in change.

Throughout both movies, and some non movie pieces of media, change has brought almost nothing good to Neytiri personally, and accepting change has lead to more losses than wins. Her children are just that, children, so even through homesickness, they view Awa'atlu as a new start, because they never had to go through the loss of the first hometree, nor any of the losses Neytiri faced in the first film. Jake's entire character has been defined by him learning new cultures and ways of life, so to him, leaving the Omatikaya and seeking refuge with the Metkayina isn't nearly the life shattering decision it is for Neytiri; he's done it before, he can easily do it again. Neytiri though? Of course it would all be too much for her, and I doubt she'll ever fully integrate into Metkayina life.

TLDR: Neytiri's inability to assimilate to Metkayina life is very in character and I really like it actually. I wish it was touched on more but sadly there is no nine hour avatar cut so that won't ever happen. 😔

[attackfish]

Honestly, a specific thing that annoys me is that, when Azula is having her breakdown, we see hallucination Ursa tell her that she loves her. And like, that's clearly the truth that Azula is repressing and refusing to acknowledge. But also, it means that she does know that, deep down, on some level.

And yet that scene, that is if it gets referenced at all, is usually translated as "Azula is having a breakdown because Ursa didn't love her, how evil!" Because obviously Azula is the epitome of clear minded objectivity in this scene and we should take her denial at face value. 🙄

Anyway thank you for continuing to defend her, Ursa is awesome but throwing yourself against the brick wall of people's stupidity must be exhausting!

What I find infuriating is whenever anyone talks about, how as you say, that scene is about how Azula knows deep down that her mother loves her, but that this is a reality that she cannot deal with, and she has repressed it, and about how her views of her mother, including that her mother thought she was a monster, are clearly not meant to be read as accurate, there are always a bunch of fans who yell back, are you saying she's lying? Some of them get really nasty and ask if I'm accusing Azula, a victim of abuse, of lying about said abuse.

And it's like first of all Azula is a fictional character, and analyzing what the narrative says about what she experienced is very very different from accusing a real life abuse victim of lying about her abuse, and taking her point of view in analysis is certainly a choice you can make, but it's important to remember that you are taking a character's point of view, and that this does not erase any other character's point of view or erase the intended reading of the text.

And also, very very few people making the argument that Ursa loved her daughter and certainly didn't think she was a monster, are saying they think Azula was lying there. Azula is shown throughout the series to be a liar, and she is also shown to absolutely believe what she is saying about her mother thinking she was a monster, at least on some level, while on a deeper level, she has repressed the fact that she knows this is not true. We are not calling Azula a liar in this instance, except in so far as she is lying to herself. Azula is an unreliable narrator in the events of her own life, not because she is lying to the audience that she is unaware of, but because she is lying to herself, because the truth is something that she cannot face, and the truth is that Ozai's kindness and cruelty are not something she can control, no matter how talented, or perfect she is, she will never be safe from him, and he will never love her, and he can and has discarded her, just like he did her mother and brother.

And all too often there is this note of, oh so you believe Zuko, but not Azula? You think Zuko's point of view is truth, not Azula's? And that is also not what I am saying. I am saying that neither Zuko nor Azula, for reasons that should be obvious, are exactly paragons of self-awareness. They have each to a greater or lesser extent taken on Ozai's worldview as their own in order to protect themselves. Azula's views on her parents are no more meant to be taken as the truth, then it is when Zuko says that his father really does expect him to capture the Avatar, and loves him, and wants him home. Zuko's view on his family changes so much over the course of the series, and it starts out so obviously wrong, that the audience never has a chance to look at Zuko's view of his family and go yeah that's totally the truth and I'm going to take his word for it.

So nobody is taking Zuko's word on his family over Azula's. What we're actually doing is treating Azula the same way we treat Zuko, and looking at what she believes, and acknowledging that it's what her father has always wanted her to believe, just like her brother, and that this is a tragedy. Zuko has an arc about learning that his father's worldview is wrong, and Azula has an arc about not being able to learn this.

But ultimately, this worldview belongs to neither Zuko nor Azula, though they have both taken it on. It is Ozai's worldview, and I am taking what the narrative tells us is actually going on, over what Ozai wants to think and wants his children to think, and ultimately wants the world to think. The show tells us over and over and over again that thinking like Ozai is a trap. All I'm saying is that we shouldn't fall into it.

[jadagul]

I'd say "fandom" overall is people who see specific works as "their happy place" rather than as "works of art that they like" and therefore don't want to see critical analysis of those works. Actually, I've gotten a fair amount of hate for posting NON-critical analysis of longform works with fairly well-defined thematic consistency popular on Tumblr before, because "people are just having fun, you shouldn't try and enforce interpretations on a sandbox." Not for the content of those analyses! (Of course, nobody wanted to argue with those interpretations, either— it's the very act of Doing Analysis that people tend to be uncomfortable with, a fair amount of the time.) I think if you see "fandom" as something like a cozy evening with a hot chocolate where you know nothing will bother you, you'll get a good impression of how Tumblr views it. I just don't tag my posts about media any more for that reason.

When the (first) James Cameron Avatar movie came out, I went to see it with a group of friends. And after we finished I started making fun of some of the sillier scenes and critiquing some plot choices, and one of my friends looked at me, hurt, and said "well I enjoyed it!"

I enjoyed it too! But the best part of going to a movie is the half-hour you spend afterwards dissecting it, and talking about which things worked, and which things didn't, and what choices you'd have made differently. I thought we were all enjoying the movie together by analyzing the bad parts.

(And like, am I actually going to make better choices in general about movie-making than James Cameron? Obviously not. But the point is the discussion and analysis.)

I think this just reinforces that I don't, viscerally, get what tumblr "fandom" is.

[haereticus]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐃'𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎 ...

𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝… 【 rachel sennott //. cis woman //. she/her 】 welcome, ROSALINE D'ANGELO. you have successfully been loaded into THE HUB. according to our records, you are TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and have held citizenship for FOUR YEARS in the barrier city, neo california. your key attributes have been identified as EASY-GOING and RUDDERLESS. please confirm your CHAOTIC NEUTRAL status to proceed. our data indicates that you are currently employed with INFERNO CASINO AS A CROUPIER //. SŌWAKATSU-KAI AS A SHATEI. for your safety and security, it is crucial that all background information is accurate. further analysis of our archives highlights your alignment with BUZZCUT SEASON BY LORDE. ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ verification 100% complete. please adhere to all local regulations and laws during your stay. we trust that your time here will be both fulfilling and safe.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name. rosaline elizabeth d'angelo. nickname(s). rosie. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. date of birth. september 29, 2118. age. twenty-six. hometown. neo california. current residence. neo california. nationality. american. occupation. croupier. affiliation. inferno casino / sōwakatsu-kai. education. high school diploma + two semesters of a bachelor of fine arts.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

positive traits. offbeat, creative, easy-going, self-assured, amiable. negative traits. impulsive, rudderless, lazy, deceitful, irresolute. mbti. esfp-a ( the entertainer ). enneagram. type seven ( the enthusiast ). moral alignment. chaotic neutral. deadly sin. sloth. heavenly virtue. humility. western zodiac. libra. parallels. maeby funke, arrested development / mordecai, regular show / fleabag, fleabag / sokka, avatar: the last airbender / ilana wexler, broad city / pj, bottoms.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

tw: alcohol & drug use, parental abandonment, tomfoolery

You never meet your mother. Well, this isn’t technically true – but you don’t remember the woman, so it might as well be. You like to think that, maybe, when you were a newborn – kicking and screaming and red as a tomato – that maybe, she had swaddled you in blankets and tucked you close to her chest. That, maybe, she had felt something akin to love. That, maybe, she would feel a pang of regret at the actions she would soon take. Of course, you can never be certain – nowadays, you don’t even remember her face. Erin O’Connell had abandoned her family on a cold winter’s evening – leaving behind a three-month-old baby girl, a son not yet old enough for school, and a husband who had seemed to genuinely adore her. She had packed a bag in the middle of the night and left town – no note, no goodbye. Her husband imagined she’d return one day – her photos remained on the walls, the police were notified, and the front door left unlocked every night in case his darling wife ever decided to come home. She didn’t, and in your earliest recollections, the photos are gone. The woman who birthed you no more than a ghost who once knew her.

Your childhood, beyond the unexpected abandonment of your mother, is relatively unremarkable. Your father works several low-paying jobs to make ends meet. He moves you and your brother around several apartments in NEW YORK as you grow up – each one shittier than the last. You spend most afternoons in the care of your grandparents, or your aunts, or your friends’ parents, while your father breaks his back to make ends meet. You want to make him proud, but you are never a particularly bright child. They will later diagnose you with something called ADHD – but nobody at your elementary school bothers to think of the loudmouthed, fidgeting, distractible, vulgar child at the back of the class as anything but a nuisance. As a result, you never do particularly well in school. You say this does not bother you, but each failing grade feels like a knife to the heart. Another disappointing stain on your family name. You try and you try, and still, you fail. Eventually, you realize the only course of action is to stop trying altogether. At least then the sting of failure won’t be quite as sharp.

Whilst you may not be academically gifted, you are a creative child – in more ways than one. Art class is the only place you ever truly excel – you learn to paint and sculpt and draw at a young age with the limited resources available to you at your elementary school. It is a way to express yourself that doesn’t require the written word, and it captures your attention in a way that nothing else does. You are also an imaginative child. When you realise you won’t be winning your peers’ respect through your intellect, you switch tactics. You decide to make them laugh. You lie to them, because real life is never very funny. You sharpen your tongue into a weapon – your wit becomes your greatest asset, a way for you to deflect from what you view as your other flaws. It works to an extent – you toe the line between amusing and annoying like an acrobat.

In all honesty, college had never seemed particularly attainable to you. By the time you near the end of high school, you have ceased to apply yourself in any way that doesn’t involve a paintbrush. Your grades are abysmal, and you spend more time smoking in your friends’ parents’ basements than you do trying to improve them. And yet, your art teacher insists you send your portfolio out to various colleges. You never know, she says. You do it because she is the only adult left who believes in you. You’re not sure whether she’s a psychic, or whether you’re extremely lucky – but, somehow, your portfolio is enough to earn you a spot at a relatively prestigious university. It should have been everything you wanted – studying art, painting and drawing all day, every day. But it isn’t. College is hard. Your art gets picked apart by people who claim to know better, and you flunk out of art theory. You can’t hack it. You drop out after two semesters.

At twenty years old, you are unemployed, homeless, and a university dropout. The next two years are spent completing odd jobs – shop attendant, bartender, personal assistant, hairdressing apprentice. All are short-lived, and generally end with your termination report reading incompetence. You sleep on the couches of friends before landing yourself a more permanent arrangement. You don’t know how you manage to convince a girl with her own apartment to go out with you – but you do, and you quickly make yourself at home in her penthouse place. You contribute to rent where you can – though you are rarely able to hold a job for more than a week or two. We’ll call this relationship what it was: a bail out. A salvation from homelessness, or worse, from admitting defeat and moving back in with your father. She must see something in you, something that isn’t completely hopeless, because she lets you stay.

Even saints have their breaking points, though. Countless promises have been made and broken – to get a job, to pay rent, to stop drinking and smoking. You don’t know why you are the way you are – but each broken promise numbs you to the next one. Each terminated contract steels your resolve. Failure tastes a lot sweeter when you convince yourself you never cared at all. Eventually, your girlfriend offers an ultimatum – and when it comes to pass, you are back out on the streets with barely a dollar to your name. You are twenty-two, unemployed, homeless, and entirely broke. You haven’t a hope in the world. Not in New York, anyway.

You tell yourself NEO CALIFORNIA will be a fresh start. The other side of the country, where nobody knows your name, where nobody knows what an abysmal loser you really are. You spend your last few dollars on a plane ticket and embark on your new life. You tell yourself you’ll get a real job, a real apartment, make real friends and be a real functioning member of society. And, to your credit, this is exactly what you intend to do when you seek employment at the INFERNO CASINO. And, for the first few months this is what you do. You collect your paycheques, show up on time, annoy the heck out of your coworkers, but, overall, do a pretty good job. Alas, as it tends to, ruination soon comes for you. And, as it tends to be, your demise is self-made.

You hadn’t planned on stealing from the house. But it occurs to you during a shift that they have so much money, and you have so little. You are living on the couch of an elderly man you found on the internet. Your sneakers are falling apart, and your clothes are wearing thin. You’ve been living off instant ramen for months, and you can barely afford to keep yourself alive. So, you skim a little off the top. Not much – just enough for a nice hot meal. A few dollars, at most. The next shift, you take a little more – you count cards and cheat the players out of their winnings. This is enough for some new shoes. The next week, you’re buying a designer handbag you decidedly do not need. You honestly don’t know how you get away with it for as long as you do – but you soon find yourself being called into the office of HANEUL SEON, and you know what he is going to say before you even sit down.

See, most casinos would have simply fired you – but you have made on glaring miscalculation. The owner of the casino is affiliated with the SŌWAKATSU-KAI, and, apparently, they don’t take kindly to thievery. He presents you with two options: you will pay with your loyalty or your life. You’re not completely stupid, so you quickly find yourself being sworn in as a SHATEI of the most notorious Yakuza gang in America. No big deal, though. At least Haneul didn’t fire you. So, this is where we find you: twenty-six years old, college dropout, employed by the Yakuza to cheat rich men out of their stolen dollars. It’s not as bad as it sounds, really. It’s not as bad as it sounds, right?

[arachine]

— what's going on down there?: a dick analysis

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: jake sully, miles quaritch & norm spellman

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their human forms + avatar forms

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: talking about dicks obviously, explicit sexual content (?), humor lol

ᥫ᭡ note :: if you know anything about arachine, you know i love a good dick analysis. these posts are intended for comedic purposes only, which means they’re not to be taken seriously.

— jake “ima slut you out” sully

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: as we all know, jake’s life on earth was very unfulfilling. he was a man who sacrificed his legs for the fate of the country, only to be disposed of into the unforgiving hands of society, with no way to reap the benefits (or lack thereof) that veterans were promised to receive. and after losing the privilege of mobility, his body changed drastically. he got smaller, his body got weaker, and yet, one thing remained—that dick! jake is a survivor, through and through—his personal motto is: if it ain’t broken, then it’s still working—and boy, he does not disappoint when it comes to the downstairs department. standing tall at 7 inches, is little jake (maybe not so little). when flaccid, his length measures at a solid 5.7 inches. definitely a grower. 

⟳ width: a little bit on the skinnier side, but he knows how to use it and that’s all that matters!

⟳ color: i think for the most part, his shaft definitely matches the rest of his body; though, i can see it maybe being slightly a little more darker at the base, like a very light beige. when he’s flaccid, his tip is a pretty pink, almost like a ballet slipper (aka the best pink). turns into an angry red when fully erect!

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: jake pegs me as the kinda guy who doesn’t really care? i mean, trimming isn’t foreign to him, because he has trimmed it before, and does so when he notices it’s gotten to be too long…but, i don’t think it’s something that he does often. to him, it’s just hair. he’s on his grown man shit, you know? 

02. curved?: uhm, yes! you know that one beyoncé lyric? yeah. 

03. any veins?: absolutely covered in ‘em

04. how he fucks with it: i’d like to think before his accident, he was a doggy style connoisseur—come on, it’s jake we’re talking about here. can’t nobody tell me otherwise! i just know he had bitches bent over, weaves sweated out, makeup all over the pillows…mans was f-u-c-k-i-n-g okay? fuckingggg. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: the masses may attack me, but it’s time i spoke up. the man has a monster schlong. a cooter cat killer, if you will. if you thought his human form was big, shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet! completely flaccid, his cock measures to about 10 inches. when fully hard, he grows an additional three! talk about impressive…

⟳ width: so thick that it basically slaps his thighs when he walks. the man could create a beat with it, get em into the soundcloud business now!

⟳ color: self explanatory tbh, it’s fucking blue. as blue as papa smurf’s ass. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that because he’s an avatar, he grows hair there. even if i’m wrong, i’m right. i don’t give a damn what james cameron says. he’s basically my character at this point, and i will him to have hair damnit! just…the idea of him having a full bush down there, in the wild, all primitive and shit…does something to me. idk. don’t ask me why i’m so nasty, blame my deadbeat father. 

02. curved?: is a banana yellow? there’s your answer. 

03. any veins?: i might have a brain aneurysm just thinking about it, but yes! god, yes. so many…so, so, so many. ribbed for her pleasure or whatever trojan said. 

04. how he fucks with it: is he still the doggy style connoisseur? yes. but now that’s got the strength of 20 men, backshots sound a whole lot like gunshots now. they say every time the mighty toruk makto thrusts into a cunt, a tree falls down or something. so, yes. fucks hard, fucks rough, fucks like he’s on a mission. what’s that one tik tok audio? “rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix.” yeah, he lives by that. 

— miles “on your knees, cadet!” quaritch

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: just gonna cut right to the chase. he’s huge. like pussy splitting huge. i don’t care what anyone says, you can argue with ya friend, you can argue with ya mother, but you cannot argue with me! coming in at a solid 6 when flaccid, quaritch takes the cake for the biggest cock on this list (at least, human form wise). at full length, he measures to about 7.8 inches! 

‘booooo’ you say, well, guess what? it’s the truth, and i’m just the messenger. whether you hate him or love him, he’s just that guy. 

⟳ width: surprisingly average. but it’s okay, sometimes you can’t have the best of both worlds. 

⟳ color: if my memory serves me right, he was pretty tan in the first movie. so, i’m gonna stick with that and say that it’s a pretty tan that transitions into a pale pink. i don’t know if some of you have seen old dick, but their tips get less saturated with age. it’s a phenomenon (not really, the blood flow to the groin is just a lot slower, which can make it appear kind of gre—anyway, i digress!)

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: this man is a colonel, so he’s all about discipline and keeping things nice and tidy. so, obviously, his hygiene reflects that. i don’t think he goes completely bald, but he does give it a good trim. kind of like a fade…just imagine a patch of grey, prickly hair. yeah. 

02. curved?: yes, and since he’s older, it’s probably curved a lot. you could probably hang something on it. maybe a towel, or a lanyard. it’s definitely useful for something!

03. any veins?: god, i don’t know why, but i have it in my head that he’s on steroids. he’s just so buff and strong, and i mean, yeah, he could just be really fit…but he could also be a self-image obsessed freak who takes drugs to be the perfect soldier. the correlation, you ask? well, i just feel like people who take steroids are really veiny, and i feel like his dick would be really, really veiny. so, thus the rant about steroids. steroid dick. 

04. how he fucks with it: don’t let his age fool you. he may very well be pushing his late fifties, but he’s still a young man at heart—and he’s definitely got the sex drive to prove it! i can see his favorite position being something like missionary. not so much because he enjoys the intimacy of it (like being face to face), but more so because he’s got a size kink—and definitely a dacryphilia kink. he enjoys seeing his partners cry, whether in pain, or in pleasure, or both! so, when you’re fucking him, don’t expect anything romantic. he just wants to see your pretty little face all teary eyed and pathetic. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: so big you can see it from space; that’s how the RDA mfs know they’re close, because they can see the tip protruding from pandora. no, but seriously, it’s still really huge. like maybe 12-14 inches—maximum. 

⟳ width: probably twice as thick as a human’s forearm. and god, it’s sooooo heavy. big breeding balls to match. 

⟳ color: blue blue blue…like wet fun dip. with just as many stripes as the american flag or whatever. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: yes, but the hair is black instead of grey and it’s probably really straight because na’vi hair is straight as fuck. 

02. curved?: sir, yes sir. 

03. any veins?: what’d i say? steroid dick. but even worse (better) now bc he’s so damn tall, he needs all the blood he can get down there.

04. how he fucks with it: has you in all types of positions. his favorites are anything that shows off his new found strength, so i’m betting on full nelsons and mating presses. just fast, powerful strokes. lives by the motto: can’t stop, won’t stop.

— norm “what’s the sq root of 69?” spellman

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: i’m sorry to disappoint the norm fuckers (if there are any), but he’s not that big. when he’s soft, his cock measures to about 4.8 inches, and at most, 6.2 inches when hard. 

⟳ width: skinny dick. 

⟳ color: dawg he’s so white, it’s like hella pale and the tip is so pink that when he’s aroused, it looks like there’s something wrong.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: like jake, i don’t think he really cares.

02. curved?: straight like a pencil

03. any veins?: like two, and they’re really prominent because he’s so fucking pale.

04. how he fucks with it: i don’t think human norm is getting puss, let’s be real. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: i am a firm believer in N.W.B.C—nerds with big cocks. it’s just the universe’s way of saying thank you, they just…they just do so much for us, you know? norm may not have been packing down there in his human form, but this was his second chance at redemption. he’s now a proud member of N.W.B.C, sporting an impressive 15 inches. you know that one scene in the first spider-man when pete’s looking at himself in the mirror and he looks inside his briefs? yeah, that was norm when he found out. the man got so excited, he accidentally catapulted a scientist out of pandora’s atmosphere with the weight of his cock. joking. 

⟳ width: on the skinnier side but still toe curling, nonetheless.

⟳ color: laffy taffy blue, with little (big) blueberry balls.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: no, he’s too busy in the lab and getting na’vi puss.

02. curved?: unfortunately no

03. any veins?: more than before, which he was pleasantly surprised to see.

04. how he fucks with it: norm’s got a big dick, but he acts so shy, like he’s scared of it or something. like stop playing boy and drop them drawls, the fuck? anyway, i think norm’s a sub. he pegs me as the type of guy who likes strong women, women who’ll tell him to shut the fuck up (because he talks so much) and eat their pussies. i guess this makes him a munch. yeah, he’s a munch. ice spice actually wrote that song with him in mind!

© arachine 2023

[review-anon]

Now I'm curious, who would you say are your favorite and least favorite oc characters from the different mods?

Alright a less negative ask!

I will only do the ones I know, so no Finalverse since I never got the chance to read it before Aliza deleted it.

A Student out of Time

Favourite: Kyoji Nakamura. I remember this guy from ATDK and I loved him back then and now with better writing he is even better. The fact I’m planning to do a character analysis on him at some point should tell you all. Probably the bits I like the most is how Kyoji is a complete inverse to the typical Author Avatar/Self Inserts where instead of making things better, he makes things worse. I have been trying to do that with Review Anon to a degree but she’s not as disaster prone as Kyoji, nobody can top him there.

Least Favourite: Maverick Storm. I used to like this guy but now he’s in a blog with better writing and he isn’t shielded by a bunch of stupid OCs, his flaws are really coming to the forth-front. My opinion of The Puppetmaster has also worsened since time went on, it’s certainly not S tier anymore I will tell you that. Again I don’t hate Maverick and he doesn’t piss me off, it’s just when compared to the other ASOOT OCs, he really is the weakest.

Despair To Future Arc

Favourite: Masa Esumi. As a Nikei fanboy it sounds sacrilege I know but if there’s one advantage reading DTFA has done, it’s made me appreciate the characters the blogs share. And Masa has really grown on me as a character. I already liked her in ASOOT but DTFA elevated it to new levels as I do like a character who despite being held down by many restrictions, finds ways to do the right thing and screw over the bad guys. And speaking of Nikei, while I might like him, I am not blind to his faults and Masa can put him in his place.

If you want me to go for someone not shared between the blogs then Naoyuki Harumaki. Guy is not the brightest spark but his heart is in the right place and yes I do ship him and Masa. Big time. Can’t wait for him to show up in ASOOT proper.

Least Favourite: Minoru Suzuki. Thought I was gonna have Monaca’s mother here did you? Well sorry but no, because as bad as Satoko is, she’s meant to be hated and despised as she’s basically the DTFA main original villain. But Minoru is just Arturo if he was born into this generation and yeah if you couldn’t tell I don’t like Arturo but who does? Aside from being a rude doctor, he is also a horrible brother to Sanae and there’s his treatment of Kikue, yep that got me raging. I’m also 100% convinced he’s Kikue’s original abusive husband from ASOOT. Worst part is he’s gonna receive no consequences and that’s why I despise him more then Satoko, she will in the end get her reckoning, Minoru won’t.

Survivor

Favourite: Kuripa Kufato. Now bear in mind I still have a backlog to go through so this might change in the future but right now Kuripa is the shining star of the OCs. Firstly as I mentioned in a previous ask, Kuripa is completely mad and psychotic and I love it. Yes he’s a good guy, but he’s also so much like the Punisher and really makes the villains. Which honestly can be quite cathartic as Hajime is way too nice and Nagi also is to an extend so having a MC who is a bit more willing to let loose is a breath of fresh air. That being said, I also know he is unsubstainable and he will die bloody and messy. But it won’t be quiet I tell you for that. He also has decent chemistry with the canon cast as everyone and I mean everyone has an opinion on the guy. He’s like marmite, you either love him or hate him.

Least Favourite: Matta Gyalusetsu. I don’t like Villain Sues and that’s what Matta is in spades. Something I feel is done on purpose by how Creeper is writing him. The worst part is while most of the villains in Survivor are either entertaining or you could make them suffer, you can’t do that to Matta as trying to torture him won’t work. But what really grinds my gears is the notion he is in the right and all his actions are ultimately justified. Is Kuripa a harbinger of doom? I don’t know. But finding out he has a literal Operation Phoenix? Yeah me no liekey. And while I suspect my favourite Survivor character will change, I doubt there is a OC in Survivor that will top Matta in how much I dislike him.

And that’s that. I’m not including A New Future because there isn’t many OCs on there yet and again no Finalverse because it got deleted before I got a chance to read it.

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mag 67 - burning desire

i don't think it's possible to make a proper analysis on agnes as a person. as a character? sure. there's lots to say about how she's written. but as a person? not so much. which in many respects makes her even more interesting

still, i believe that this is one of the most important statements for it. whenever you hear someone speak about agnes you have to pretty much completely disregard their words and only focus on their actions, and mag 67 shows her in a pretty unique situation. here, she emphasizes her longing for normalcy. the joy she takes in a simple coffe order, in walking the park or watching a movie. she doesn't care much for these experiences, not really, but it's what they represent. they're all such normal people things to do

every word we hear of her is of course biased. every person who speaks of her romanticizes her, and the perspective can differ quite wildly based on what that person think is worth romanticizing. sometimes it's a strange etherialty, sometimes it's pure strength. but nobody can paint the whole picture of her, and it's up to us to try and (biased as we too are) piece her together. to decide who's word to weigh the most

agnes is a complicated person. she's clearly traumatized and longing for a life without a predetermined destiny, but at the same time she's no angel. if she were, she wouldn't have kissed him, knowing what it would do to him. maybe it was intentional and cruel, or maybe it was just part of tma's larger theme of avatars giving in to their worse nature. maybe she really loved jack or maybe she just loved the normalcy he represented. we can't really know, can we?