#Sekani

[flowerkidlove]

i think this was a lot funnier when i was high last night but idk

reblogs appreciated!

[erinhime83]

Okay…so…before anyone jumps on me, I need to make this clear that this isn’t anything serious.  I couple of months ago, I got my muse semi on Mirror Image, as it tends to go from time to time (maybe I heard a song that I associate with it?), and I was just musing around with it.  I mean, the concept behind it is pretty good, and I was entertaining the idea of how they got to Melohida in the first place.  The idea of them popping into different bodies came up, and I was laughing at the idea of Sethos being a nearly fifty year old person because @anijeltaventryery is…um, you know, is a similar situation.

And then I was like wait…OMG, that is brilliant!

And then went on a couple of rampage about it, and then abandoned the project until yesterday, when it crossed my mind again.

Now the whole reason I’m posting this is just because I’m sure the others involved in the story would be curious about the idea, and because, well, I really like the ideas that went with it (the ones that I remember).  But the thing to note is that these are not the original characters that were created, but rather literally my own versions.  (I was told I couldn’t use the original names, which I understand completely, but it’s annoying, because after nearly twenty years, I, of course, associate the names with the characters.)

Okay, so left to right, we have Shizuka, Sekani, Aurelia, Friga, Geoffrey, and Astrid.

With Sekani, Aurelia, and Friga, I attempted to come up with similar names as the original versions, but probably failed at that, lol.

In any case, the general idea is that these characters are all in their thirties, with the exception of Shizuka, who’s twenty-nine.  They all happen to have reasons to be around an archeological dig – Shizuka is an actual archeologist, Sekani is her husband who surprised her with a visit, Aurelia I’m not sure around but I’m thinking she is some sort of manager there, Friga was there photographing the finds, and Geoffrey was there researching a novel he was writing.

They were all in one specific spot one day when they were isekaied off to Melohdia with absolutely no recollection of their past and how they got there.  They wind up in their Electus Uni’s bodies, all of them teens, because they all went through with a suicide pact at the same time. 

They do eventually figure out who they were, but it’s a slow process.  The thing of it is, though, that none of them have family to go back to – Shizuka’s pretty much disowned her for marrying Sekani, Sekani left home at eighteen and hasn’t looked back, Aurelia was raised by her grandmother who passed away about ten years ago, Friga recently lost her father, who raised her alone, and Geoffrey is an orphan who was passed around from foster home to foster home growing up. Sure, they have some friends and colleagues, but nothing really connecting them to Earth.

Shizuka and Sekani do figure out who each other are, which kickstarts the process of remembering everything, but until then, they are attracted to each other, but never act on it.  They remember they’re married (they were going through a bit of a rough patch prior to being isekaied, mostly because Shizuka’s been busy with work and Sekani bounces between jobs – they still love each other and were making it work, but they were drifting a slight bit) and that they love their spouse, but nothing beyond that.  It supposed to be one of those things were you’re sort of rooting for Shizuka and Sekani to get together, but also not, since Shizuka’s married and trying to get back to her husband, and then whom!, turns out Sekani was her husband the whole time!  And that, OMG, the others were people Shizuka already knew as well!

But where dose Astrid fit into all of this?  Well, Astrid was isekaied about two years before the others, and Astrid is just an alias.  In reality, she’s Leilani from the island kingdom, and she was tricked into posing as the Baldurnan (for the lack of a kingdom name) Uni.  She grew up with toxic parents, and thus, is very eager to make people like her, which is why she gets sucked into the scheme.  Of course, there already is a Baldurnan Uni, so this created a wee bit of a problem.  But Lelani is a fully actualized Uni, and the people of Melohida have no idea how any of this works, so they assume that Friga is a fake.

Which then causes all sorts of problems with the other Uni, since now people are beginning to doubt them, which leads to their suicide pact.  The dumb thing is Astrid looks nothing like a Baldernan, which is a Scandinavian based kingdom, and yet no one picked up on that.  But that’s mostly because the island she comes from is largely undiscovered at this point.

The plot is basically the same – they’re forced to fight Atalo until it comes to light that the real villain is his father and all that nonsense.  They also find that they can use magical powers – Shizuka has a weird fighting ability that she’s able to use any weapon she touches, Sekani is the healer, Aurelia ha holy powers, Friga is stupidly strong and also an axe welder, and Geoffrey is a magee.  I’m not sure what Astrid’s deal is, but I guess I can make her deadly accurate with projectiles?  That works.

As for the designs themselves, I basically tried to distance them from the designs of the original characters with the exceptions of my characters.  So Sekani has wavy hair, Aurelia’s bun is on the top of her head and not the nape of her neck, and Friga as straight hair, lol.  Woo, such differences.  Friga originally had a skirt as well, but then I had the idea of what is she was the sort of girl who prefers pants?  Because they all do end up modifying their outfits slightly. (Capris and undershirt for Shizuka, pants and shirt for Seknai, undershirt for Aurelia, and undershirt for Geoffrey.)  It’s just that Friga modifies her’s the most.   

And the reason why they have colored hair is because of the fact that they’re in different bodies, and that’s the standard for the people.  Like, I sort of wanted to also do the Guide designs, but figured I’d toss this out just because I had it.  But Ariadne, when she brought them over, did shift their eye colors to their original colors for whatever reason.  (She also sends them with important jewelry/tattoo, with the expectation of the wedding bands, which appear after they figure out who each other are.)

Honestly, I’m pleased with how they all turned out.  I mean, I’ll most likely never do anything with this, because it feels wrong to use other characters, but at least the designs turned out pretty!               

[fauxfabgator]

This started off as a sketch in my notebook of just Sekani but turned into this.

It was meant to showcase what Sekani looks like without his dreadlocks.

This is what he usually looks like:

(Can we just pretend that the background is even half decent?)

[byfeldonscane]

"Although I could probably talk forever about all the cool dinosaurs and indigenous representation throughout the set, I’m actually going to focus on what inspired me to write this article, the Merfolk. The Merfolk, or the River Heralds as they’re known on Ixalan, have some of the best art I’ve seen in the game to date. Their skin and fins are vibrant like tropical fish, and they adorn themselves in jade jewelry, weapons, and armor.

It’s this amazing artwork that recently inspired me to build my very own Merfolk kindred commander deck. But before I did, I wondered if I could once again combine my two favorite things in the world together — Native lore and MTG. Could I make another deck that could tell a complete Native story or stories through its gameplay?

Unsurprisingly, there are multiple stories about Merfolk or water spirits found throughout Native lore across countless tribal nations. Even though the commander format allows one-hundred cards it still wouldn’t be large enough to tell them all. So, after a lot of research, I finally settled on two stories from Native lore that the deck could tell through its gameplay. I felt there were enough cards that represented most of their stories. Those stories being a Sekani legend about a man who married a mermaid, and a Lenape legend about a lost boy. Without wasting any more time let's get into the lore."

[grimnature]

wanted to do a different eye shape for Sekani last night and kind of like it more than his original!!

[thesilverdoll]

Is marriage on the cards for any of the ROs?

who hears wedding bells rn..

Beck wants to get married one day for sure, they talk a lot about wanting a family, which doesnt necessarily mean kids but someone to come home to, and maybe a dog or five.

Sekani can't see himself getting married, he's a partyboy at heart and has this confining view of marriage in his head. IF he found the right person he could be convinced to pop the question, but he's not saying vows in front of anyone but his significant other.

Troy has a million different Pinterest boards depicting her mega dream destination wedding. Dresses, cakes, venues, decorations... I think she's more excited to plan her wedding than to actually get married.

Esra wouldn't mind getting married one day. They'd like to spend the rest of their life with someone, but they don't think marriage is necessary to do that. With Esra it really depends on their partners wishes.

Beth would love to get married, they want to wear a suit and shades to their wedding, that's just a thing. and she's designing the wedding party clothes.

Rome is iffy on marriage. His parents marriage is one of few happy ones in the industry, he worries that he cant keep the race going with strong relationships in the spotlight. If he's really in love, he'd like a small private wedding and as little media coverage as possible.

Shaan has been married before 👀 didn't end as they'd planned it would, of course, so they're hesitant to relive the woes of wedded life. Who knows, though? Shaan is as open minded as they come.

[petalsinmoonlight]

Closed starter for @brokenbeauties​

“ it’s not my fault, it’s 4am and you’re fucking yelling at me!” Sekani snapped back after Johari had dragged him out of bed. He was never a morning person, especially when he was being pulled from the middle of a REM cycle. A prince needed his beauty sleep. Their feet sloshed as the cloud formed above them flooded the room. “You don’t want rain? Then explain why I am awake right now so im not so pissed off.” he huffed.

[blueblossomrose]

Pleaseeeee I wanna see more on leona from the parent thing 🥺

Course! Here we go!

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, Leona being a tired dad, fem!afab!mc, fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Being a father was never something that really crossed his mind. Dealing with Cheka, and his own childhood problems, made him skeptical about the idea.

MC kind of knew about it, but she was ready to tell him anyway.

Leona was surprised and at the same time not. He wouldn't verbalize about it, but after the wedding, his mind turned to children for the first time.

He wouldn't say it was a desire to have children, but more like a concept, imagination.

Well, now he didn't have to imagine anymore.

In the first few months, he's sounds neutral. He doesn't hate it, but he has confused mixed feelings about it.

He doesn't feel the huge appeal, and deep down that makes him angry and sad.

Because he knows he's probably not making you feel safe, because he knows he is behaving exactly like his own parents, ignorants of love.

He refuses to ask Farena anything at first, but it gets to a point where he's so upset that he ends up venting to him.

Farena was straightforward in pointing out that Leona doesn't need to force himself to be something he's not. That he doesn't need to doubt his own emotions because of other people's emotions.

And after this conversation, he goes to talk to MC. She, despite being slightly confused too, didn't crucify him for it. Leona continued to protect her with all his might throughout her pregnancy.

When MC's belly grows and he feels the first kick, his mental confusion worsened, conflicting feelings hitting each other, and even though he still seemed indifferent... there was something between and MC notice.

When he held the babies in his arms for the first time, however... his gaze, which had been different, changed completely.

He loved those children. There was no way he could hate them.

He was: "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to them."

And MC was: "I know 😊"

He is a tired father, as expected of him. Yet, he's doing well there.

One of the common scenes is him lying on your lap while you fold clothes or do some other activity, and your children on top of him, pulling his ears and tail while he sleeps.

When they are babies, Leona is ok to stay up with them while MC sleeps. He understands how tiring it is. Plus, he likes to feel important when he sees that the little ones fall asleep more easily when they are in his arms.

Many times you wake up with the babies on top of you because Leona put them in bed to sleep with you two.

As the babies grow, you notice more clearly how docile Leona is with his daughter.

As if anything Zuri asked for, Leona would give it to her.

He would play with her dolls wearing a pink dress if she asked.

Which honestly wouldn't be impossible for her to ask for. Zuri is very demanding.

Totally different from Zayne and Sekani. Zayne is calmer, really quiet. Sekani is a shy, very sweet boy, and slightly fearful...

Zayne enjoys playing board games even at a young age. Leona doesn't mind playing with him often. It's pretty funny when sometimes he ends up losing and looks at his 6 year old son like this: 🤨

He compliments Zayne anyway.

Sekani is undeniably more attached to his mother, since he is the type of child who likes to be pampered with affection and MC is always holding him in her arms.

But Leona also showers him with affection (in a more discreet way), so he enjoys being with his father as well. Leona makes him feel safe, so whenever he is scared, Sekani runs to his father.

Despite sometimes complaining, Leona spends a lot of time with them. A lot of time. MC soon realizes that it is him giving his children the affection and attention that he did not receive.

Also, Cheka joins his cousins to go and bother his uncle. He loves having someone to play with now!

Leona having his three children and nephew glued to him 24 hours a day. Okay, maybe I exaggerated. 8 hours a day.

MC often joins in on the fun. When playing tag, Leona is usually quick to catch her because he knows where she usually hides. He will jump on you without mercy and probably scare you, but he will quickly make you laugh with involuntary tickles.

Leona finds the kids easily. And the kids can find you easily when it's their turn. Hide and seek with beastmen is no fun.

At the end of the day, Leona watches you sleeping in his arms along with the children... and he thinks that love and being loved like that isn't bad at all.

[hellhathnosavior]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @petalsinmoonlight​ 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝

       “You’re alive. You listened to me.” Archer beamed at his friend, pride clearly shown on his features as the smile that had previously occupied his face grew into a large grin. “You know you should listen to me more often, right?” 

[yomsyday17]

MEET MR SMALL AU'S FAMILY!!!

a little bit of the story of small's mom in my au _She was a rebellious girl in her time, who got pregnant and ended up giving birth to her only son, Steve

_She used to be a very strange woman, she spent her time drinking and vandalizing what she could. _When she got pregnant at 20 she ended up leaving that whole life behind and pursuing her career as a lawyer

She had a boyfriend who soon got married and had a son. Unfortunately, when Steve was born, they didn't know anything else about him. (it is rumored that he was kidnapped)

When Steve turns 14, he starts to get upset with his mother for having different ideologies...and of course being the founder of Chanax (a company that she later resigned from)

_context: steve, in a desperate attempt to stop the contamination caused by Chanax, tries to make a protest that ends in chaos...his mother goes to look for him at the police station, telling him that because of him he had to stop speaking at their meeting, since that his beloved son got into trouble Sylvia was already aware of Steve's behavior but was never able to talk to him about it because he never had time for anything... as soon as Steve tries to make up a ridiculous excuse that he was "still prescribing hugs" but Sylvia knew the whole truth and just He told him the phrase.... _“I know what you're trying to do, I'm not stupid, I gave birth to you.” implying that he will not stop with all the work he achieved in his world and that he will continue to magnify and expand his company until he achieves a good future for himself...

THE SMALL FAMILY IN MY AU _composed of his mother Sylvia (a chanax employee/lawyer), Stefan (a grandfather who is a former teacher and translator) and Sekani (an immigrant grandmother who went to Canada)

steve small's maternal grandparents

_all designs were made by me, thank you very much for reading and seeing my content :3

sources:

x/twitter: @yommyday10

#fanart #tawog #TheAmazingWorldOfGumball #au #family #mrsmall #stevesmall #fc

[flowerkidlove]

Sekani!!!!! my beautiful boy :3 (he/she)

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH S

MASCULINE︰ sacheverell. sage. saint. sal. salem. salvador. sam. samir. sammie. sammy. sampson. samson. samuel. sandford. sandy. santana. santiago. santino. santos. saul. sawyer. saxon. scot. scott. scottie. scotty. scout. sean. sebastian. sefton. selby. sergio. seth. seven. sevyn. seymour. shae. shane. shaun. shaw. shawn. shayne. shelby. sheldon. shelton. shepard. shepherd. sherman. shiloh. sid. sidney. silas. silis. silver. silvester. simon. sincere. sinclair. sinjin. sky. skylar. skyler. slade. sloan. sly. smith. solomon. sonny. soren. sparrow. spencer. spike. stafford. stan. stanford. stanley. stefan. steph. stephen. sterling. stetson. steve. steven. stevie. stewart. stone. storm. stryker. stu. stuart. sullivan. sully. sunday. sutton. syd. sydney. sylas. sylvan. sylvanus. sylvester. symon. syncere.

FEMININE︰ sabella. sable. sabrina. sabryna. sadie. saffron. sage. saige. sal. salem. salena. salina. sallie. sally. salome. sam. samantha. samara. sammi. sammie. sammy. sandie. sandra. sandy. santana. saoirse. saphire. sapphire. sara. sarah. sarai. saranna. sarina. sariyah. sasha. saundra. savanna. savannah. sawyer. saylor. scarlet. scarlett. scarlette. schuyler. scottie. scout. seanna. sela. selah. selby. selena. selma. september. sequoia. sera. serena. serenity. serina. serrena. sevan. sevyn. shae. shaelyn. shana. shanae. shanelle. shanene. shania. shanna. shannah. shannen. shannon. shanon. shantae. shantel. shantelle. sharalyn. shari. sharise. sharla. sharleen. sharlene. sharmaine. sharon. sharona. sharron. sharyl. sharyn. shauna. shavon. shavonne. shawna. shawnda. shawnee. shaye. shayla. shayley. shaylyn. sheelagh. sheena. sheila. shelagh. shelby. shelia. shell. shelley. shelly. shena. sheree. sheri. sheridan. sherie. sherill. sherilyn. sherisse. sherley. sherlyn. sherri. sherrie. sherry. sheryl. sheryll. shevaun. shevon. shilo. shiloh. shirlee. shirley. shonda. shyla. siara. sibyl. sidney. sidony. siena. sienna. sierra. silver. simone. simonette. sinclair. sindy. sky. skye. skyla. skylar. skyler. skylynn. sloan. sloane. snow. sofia. soledad. sommer. sondra. sonia. sonya. sookie. sophia. sophie. sophy. soraya. sorrel. spirit. spring. stace. stacee. stacey. staci. stacia. stacie. stacy. star. starla. starr. stefani. stella. steph. stephani. stephania. stephanie. stephany. stevie. stormi. stormy. sue. suellen. suki. sukie. summer. sunday. sunny. sunshine. susan. susanna. susanne. susie. sutton. suz. suzan. suzanna. suzanne. suzi. suzie. suzy. sybella. sybil. syd. sydne. sydneey. sydney. sydnie. sylvia. sylvie. symphony.

NEUTRAL︰ saccharine. saffron. saga. sage. saige. sailor. saint. sakae. salem. saline. sam. sami. samie. sammy. sandi. sandy. santana. sapphire. sasha. satsuki. sawyer. saxon. scape. scarlet. scorpion. scottie. scout. scribbles. sea. secret. seer. sekani. semaj. semi. september. serenity. seven. sevyn. shade. shadow. shai. shale. shalom. shan. shannon. shark. shay. shea. shelby. sheridan. shi. shia. shield. shiloh. shiro. shiver. shook. should. sid. sidney. silver. sincere. sincerity. siren. skeptic. skull. skunk. sky. skye. skyler. slate. slider. sloan. smash. sneaky. sniff. snitch. snooze. snow. soap. sock. soda. sol. solace. solo. solstice. soma. sonny. soot. sora. soren. sorrel. soul. sour. south. spark. sparrow. spear. specter. speedy. spell. spencer. spider. spiral. spirit. spot. spy. stab. stacy. stag. stall. star. stark. starling. static. stay. steady. steel. stereo. sterling. stitch. stock. stone. storm. stormi. stormy. stranger. strawberry. stray. stricken. studio. subwoofer. suede. sugar. sulfur. sullivan. summer. summit. sun. sunday. sunny. sutton. sway. swing. switch. sychophant. symphony. syncere. synth.

[jioohyo]

BAD IDEA. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

genre & warning. very sensitive — angst. suicidal ideation. violence between na'vi and RDA. raw description of death.

taglist. @fluorynn @jakesullyfatjuicypeen @taintedheartx @xstarsdiary @tadomikiku @sunofpandora @xwackk @futuraesposadosebastian @marymary-diva17 @seoulite0 @that--thing @nxtblvss

Last night has got to be the final blow for Mēing. There was no escape from this agony that she was feeling for so long afterall, she'll never escape it.

Her story wasn't supposed to be filled with a golden scenery as she grew and as she hoped it would, no. She was laced with envy, heartache, anxiety, depression. She didn't feel like herself in the moment, surrounded by viperwolves while she was the draining prey including her own kind who she thought she could rely on.

It was all an illusion.

The first class Na'vi all gathered at the Tree of Souls, eventually, Tsu’tey and Mēing spoke up about the odd invasion of the unknown humans, dreamwalkers last night. The Olo'eyktan in training however was swept away into the wind, the brainless tsakarem had ran the show.

Eytukan's voice rang out, commanding attention. "Mēing," he said, his tone firm but measured. "Tell me why you ordered Tsu'tey to remain hidden last night instead of attacking the sky people to prevent their raid?"

"Why was she there in the first place? The celebration was going on." Artsut chimed in. Mēing only gave a side eye, why bother with the miserable?

The pressure was suffocating, a crushing weight that threatened to consume her. Eight pairs of eyes bore into Mēing, their curiosity and disappointment hanging in the air like a challenge. A bitter thought flashed through her mind: "Wouldn't it be easier to just surrender, to snap under the pressure and give them the satisfaction of seeing me break?"

Her heart racing wildly. She felt queasy, her stomach churning with anxiety. Desperate for calm, she pressed her sweaty palm against her racing heart, the coolness of her skin was a fleeting comfort. With a quiet recover, she lowered her head and began to speak, her head lowered to progress her truthful answer.

"Sir Eytukan," she began, slowly meeting his gaze. "It was five of them, the only defense we had was Tsu’tey's knife, I believed it is just not worth the risk." she admitted.

That's when she knew she was screwed, that was the highlight rule: kill a dreamwalker when spotted.

But it was exactly the truth she admitted? she just couldn't face another death, another tramua, especially someone who she genuinely like, well... love?

All because of that decision will might as well take everything from her. Everything and everyone changed as if she had finally realized she was definitely the outcast.

Ma'eve and Sekani's expressions were inscrutable, a tangled mix of concern, disappointment, and sadness.

Mo'at's silence spoke volumes, her eyes betraying a deep-seated regret and it was the complete opposite of Ateyo and Artsut, unapologetically brutal in their judgment.

Tsu’tey was far from them, physically and emotionally, he wanted to say a word but now it wasn't the time just yet. Neytiri's reaction was a paradox, a jarring blend of conflicting emotions.

And Eytukan, well... none couldn't tell the difference of him being happy and sad.

Eytukan sighed, clear frustration. "And because of your decision," he said, his voice tight with anger, "those ailens were able to take ourselves without any resistance. Do you understand the consequences of that? They are taking what is yours, mines, ours... disrespecting our way of life and our connection to Eywa."

Mo'at spoke up next. "Mēing, that decision will put the entire clan at risk. We rely on those plants for our medicine, rituals, the connection to Eywa. By allowing the sky people to take them, you have defaced the balance of our community."

"They didn't took anything... They walked off." Mēing introduced and something else triggered.

Silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the faint sound of the light wind. A sense of unease settled over the Tree of souls, was Ewya even present? It was clear that a line had been crossed, and the consequences of that action were only just beginning to unfold.

"Mēing, your decision was not only irresponsible, but it was also reckless and stupid," Eytukan said bluntly. "You are not yet ready to be our future tsahìk."

Now that stung, it wasn't possible to put up a whole rage in front her loved ones, her teary eyes could only hidden her own ugly truth to really tear everything and everyone apart right now. It made her look crazy to just protect Tsu’tey and herself, if she wasn't so stupid enough to put him in a cage and let him play her foolish games, it would be paradise for him and welcome back never-ending nightmare for her.

Mēing's gaze dropped, her eyes drifting to the ground as Eytukan's words hung in the air. Did she opened her mouth to speak? No, why wasting her breath over something that didn't have seamless journey. She stood frozen, her shoulders sagging beneath the weight of unspoken emotions but a silent tear welled up in the corner of her eye, clinging to her lashes, that could be the conclusion.

By that time, Mēing was actually going through a manic chapter of her life, her mind wasn't looking good at all, she was so tired, nothing mattered to her anymore even respect, she just ambled her way out of the situation as nobody mattered to her anymore.

Mēing had turned blue. Catharised. Away from everyone.

But reality still lingered in her mind, the weight of her parents' words after the 'convention' their disappointment or else worry, etched on their faces like a permanent scar. The silence from her friends was deafening, she stood alone in her sorrow. Everyone had turned against her.

She sat on one of the branches and slumped against the rugged bark of the hometree, her body molded to the curved branch. Her limbs dangled listlessly, weighed down by the heaviness of her own thoughts.

Her head lolled to one side, plaited hair that seemed to fall on her face like opaque curtains and her high cheek pressed against the rough texture of the bark. Her eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, stared blankly between the distance from her people and her fingernails busy getting a manicure by her own knife in lazy action.

Mēing's entire being seemed to exude a sense of sluggishness, as if the very energy had been drained from her veins. This sob truly hurt her completely in all states of health, it has been a while. At least she got the confirmation now.

What was she made for? Did she even had a purpose? She will forever be different, since birth, a complete outcast, a brainless one moreover.

She was her own downfall, it made her wonder if her sister felt the same way everyone thought, instead to beg for the end, why not do it for herself?

And that's when she ponder about her knife now placed onto the wrist. Charmed by the piercing tip digging the flesh of the solution, she hesitated for awhile, she discovered something... new.

"That's the new hiding spot?" Miss Perfect came onto the picture, it was obvious Neytiri was just messing but Mēing just gave a side glare, not impressed. Now the heartbreak was brought upon her, she's losing her friend, her sister.

Neytiri sighed before crossing her legs, "Mēing, I apologize. I couldn't say anything, you know I'm still a child in their vision." She looked at Mēing beside her who was still unfocused, playing with her neat fingernails. She frowned.

It was rare, well, it never happened, Mēing gave such a silent treatment to her loved ones, to anyone in honesty. Maybe the Mēing Neytiri knew had disappeared long ago.

She had done everything to make her feel comforted, tucking her braids behind her sharp ears to see her drained face, patting her slender back gently or even to give a nudge on the shoulder with a smile before mentioning.

"Tsu’tey is sorry too." That's when the Utuvom turned her head with softened eyes. Neytiri noticed this, finding it suspicious but atleast she got to meet her gaze.

"Wait, so his apology is more than mines?" Neytiri placed a hand on her chest in offense.

"I didn't say anything." Mēing made a furrowed looked.

"You looked like a baby when I said his name-"

"No worries."

Neytiri's expression faltered, and she raised her hands in a defensive gesture, her eyes sparkling with mock vulnerability. A soft laugh escaped her lips, and she enveloped Mēing in a warm, tender embrace.

"I'm just joking, I'm still your sista, I will never abandon you." Neytiri mentioned and somehow that healed Mēing unconditionally just by those words alone, she beamed a smile yet trying to hold in her tears.

"About those dreamwalkers returning, I heard they have a plan." Mēing lifted up her head from Neytiri's shoulder, it kept her alert to know what happened after her odd departure.

"You and Tsu'tey said they were looking for dapophet, yes? They are working on them to be hidden somewhere, maybe the hills."

Things were getting different, thankfully not different to the point to see a complete disaster... yet. Mēing's mind, however, was a jumble of thoughts regarding the unexpected alliance between her parents, and the esteemed Eytukan and Mo'at. The plan to conceal their sacred herbs and plants from the sky people, who had been forbidden from their land after ravaging it, weighed heavily on her mind.

Mēing turned to Neytiri with a puzzled expression. "How do they plan to move them?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Neytiri's equally perplexed gaze met hers, and she shrugged, clearly just as baffled by the leaders' plan.

"I'm not sure," She said, a hint of frustration in her tone. "It's going to be difficult to keep them protected from the sky people without them noticing."

"But this place must be a creative way to keep them seriously hidden." Although Neytiri's suggestion was well-intentioned, Mēing found it absurd, wondering how the people would even manage to transport these plants when they could simply regrow in their original spots.

Mēing let out a soft, derisive scoff, "Creative like how? By stuffing the pods up their a—" A sharp, warning hiss from Neytiri cut her off abruptly, silencing her instantly.

Mēing's lips curled into a smirk, betraying her amusement at Neytiri's swift rebuke. She was well aware of her own propensity for bluntness, but it was an inherent part of her personality — sometimes, if things mentioned were stupid to her. "You mentioned 'creative ways'," Mēing pointed out, her tone laced with a hint of playful teasing.

"Very funny." Neytiri deadpan, an obvious sarcastic comment then later on laughing softly to ease tension.

"I was only joking," Mēing said with a sigh, "Seriously, it's a ridiculous idea to turn over our plants only for them to be moved who knows where." She rested her chin in her hand, her mind racing with the implications.

"Funny, I wonder how the sky people will solve that problem?" she mused, her eyes clouded with uncertainty.

"Well you know them. Their wannabe ikrans will do better work than us." Neytiri insulted, just talking about them made her disgusted, it's obvious in the face. "But I'm not afraid, I will never be afraid."

The sky people, man, were they trouble? and so stubborn. They had brought harm to so many, it made Mēing sick of the wonders they might will do, treat her as a sample to their medicines or manage to break another piece of her once alived soul by defeating her people.

All who were associated with them deserved such a tainted label. Only one perhaps the open eyed. In Mēing's eyes, an individual scientist among them were misguided and kind, rather than inherently malicious.

Smoking a cigarette kept her mind in ease, a habit of hers, it was like a trap that was everlasting, no help, turning her into a false monster.

She facepalmed before flipping her frizzy short, auburn hair due to all the drama from the opposite, she was stressed as well, or even depressed.

She exhaled a stream of smoke, her eyes fixed on the tense scene unfolding before her. Parker was red-faced, his voice raised in argument.

"We can't just give up now!" Parker exclaimed, slamming his fist on the conference table. "We've invested too much time and resources into this journey. We need to try again!"

A fellow team member shook her head, Akanni. "Sir Parker, we've been over this. The data we collected was inconclusive, there's no point."

As the debate continued, The xenobotanist mind wandered back to her own struggles. The pressure to produce results, it was a never-ending cycle.

She glanced around the room, wondering if anyone else felt as trapped as she did.

Just as it seemed like the argument was reaching a boiling point, "Grace, what do you think?" Asked Parker, it was rare for him to ask her anything but it was rare for her to not be interested to debate.

The room fell silent, the tension dissipating as a glimmer of possibility took its place. Grace's gaze drifted to the cigarette still smoldering in the ashtray.

"All of this is bullshit." She scoffed. The others exchanged obstinate glances, their faces set in determination. A chuckle came from Akanni which cause heads to snap at her hiding smirk.

"Miss Akanni, there is no time to be laughing!" Parker yelled, Akanni immediately dropped her grin away, Grace gave her a curious glare, seeming to like this Akanni.

"Bullshit," Parker mocked with a frustrated scoff, "We'll just have to try again, with more precautions this time. I won't hesitate to take what's beneficial for us." The recruiters nodded in agreement. Grace shook her head in disgust, realizing that her words had fallen on deaf ears.

Somehow she went on the journey with them later on, soon to be eclipse, was there any other way? there wouldn't be any progress without her, truth to tell.

The aerospatiale dropping them to broken paradise. Grace, in Avatar form, led their way, permanent-selves in exopacks, brushing wide plants in order to block the views of Pandora's true self. "We only came to observe and take samples, not to be morons." She instructed the newcomers, if things could get any worse than this, it would be hard to believe to face reality.

Grace knew that she couldn't fight back nor risk the whole operation being taken down, it was her job, her passion yet she was trapped to be maverick. If only she had a way back in with the Na'vi, specifically the Omatikaya. That shoot out haunts her to this day.

In all inside, she was nervous. Mind was racing like crazy, she didn't like the idea of returning to Pandora, especially with this group of inexperienced and ignorant Marines. Here for purely commercial purposes was absolutely sickening to her but atleast Akanni who seem to be demure and obedient, had no problem of learning about this planet.

All had been walking for a while now, the xenobotanist was trying her best to clear their view, her eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find some comfort in the familiar sights and sounds of Pandora.

Finally, she reached a clearing, and turned to face the small group, just four. "We're here." She said, her voice betraying her anxiety. "But, don't do anything stupid." She warned, glaring at the Marines.

She knew that the Marines were not exactly known for their restraint, and she had a feeling that things were about to get ugly. Despite her misgivings, Grace knew that she had to keep her cool. She needed to keep the newcomers safe, even if it meant biting her tongue and holding back the scathing comments that were threatening to spill out of her mouth.

The three men sneered at her, their arrogance and bravado evident in their eyes. They were here for a job, and they weren't going to let some scientist tell them what to do.

One of them stepped forward, his green eyes fearless. "What do you know about this place, anyway?" He sneered. "You're just a tree-hugger."

Grace's anger flared at the man's dismissive comment.

She tried to keep her cool, but her voice was sharp. "I know a lot about this place, more than you could ever imagine. This isn't just some barren wasteland for you to exploit."

She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her composure. "You're not here for the science or the beauty of this world. You're here for profit, and that's all you care about. But let me tell you something, this place won't be exploited easily. There's a lot more going on here than you think."

The Marines exchanged smirks, clearly not taking her seriously yet Akanni seemed to be interested, frowning at the unsympathetics. She stood far from them, it wasn't the first that their behavior was troubling and it wasn't far worse than them trapping her with falsehoods with a cutting edge straight to her throat thd first night.

It wasn't rainbows and unicorns, to observe and take samples. They were here to exploit another earth resources, take without giving anything back. And Grace hated that, as if it was a plaything to be used and discarded.

Finding the dapophet pods wouldn't be easy. They were elusive to find, "The dapophet pods are rare," Grace declared. "but they're here. You just have to look for them."

She led the way through the dense foliage, her eyes scouring the ground for any sign of the pod, "They're usually hidden among the tree roots," she explained, more to herself than to the Marines. She was focused on the task at hand, trying to block out the sound of their footsteps behind her.

Giving ear, Akanni found a small patch of dapophet pods at the blink of an eye, their purple petals glowing softly.

"Doctor Augustine, I think I found them." Akanni said doubtfully. She knelt down to examine them, her hands carefully caressing the delicate petals.

Grace walked over to where Akianni was standing, her eyes widened in surprise. Sure enough, there were the dapophet pods, their vibrant petals almost glowing in the dim light.

"Well done," Grace whispered in awe. "You have a good eye. Not bad for a rookie."

She stepped forward to get a closer look. "We need to collect some of these," she said, turning to face the group. "But we have to be careful. They're delicate and sensitive."

The Marines were restless, clearly eager to get on with the operation. Grumbling and muttering among themselves, but they seemed to begrudgingly accept Grace's instructions. They knew that they needed her expertise to get the job done, and they weren't in a position to question her authority.

She continued to instruct Akanni on how to collect the samples, making sure that she took every precaution. It was painstaking work, but eventually, she had collected enough samples to satisfy all needs.

"Scanned." Akanni stated, holding out her device. The roots of the dapophet were on the screen, showing a budding life force that was following through. Grace looked at the screen, her eyes filled with awe. The dapophet pods were remarkable creatures, and their lifecycle was fascinating to observe.

"Good job," she said to Akanni, her voice softer than usual. "You're a quick learner." Now that made the newbie xenobotanist startled.

Finally, she tore herself away from the sight, knowing that they had to get moving. "Come on," she said, turning to the group. "We need to head back to base."

Grace knew that the real challenge would begin once they were back at base.

Instead the challenge was placed right here, a shoot from an arrow came straight into one of the marine's neck, flat onto the ground with his green eyes writhing for help besides his bleeding hands around the deep shot.

Guttering, choking, drowning, The remaining two Marines panicked at the sudden attack, their hands going to their weapons instinctively. They looked around, trying to find the source of the attack, but all they saw was the dense foliage of the rainforest.

Grace cursed under her breath, her eyes scanning the area. She knew that whoever had attacked them was likely to be a Na'vi, and that meant trouble.

Then fire! their weapons wildly into the forest. Grace knew that it was only going to make things worse. "Stop!" she yelled, trying to get their attention. "You're just going to make them angrier!"

But it was too late. The Marines were in a frenzy, their fear and adrenaline driving them to react in violence.

Akanni stood there, watching in horror as the Marines continued to fire aimlessly into the forest. She knew that she had to do something to stop them, but she didn't know what.

A permanent damage, the other marine was hit, an arrow skewering through his exopack to the left eye.

"Stop firing!" she yelled at the last one remaining. "You're not even aiming, you're just making it worse!"

Akanni's heart raced as she watched the dreadful scene unfold. All were terrified, firing weapons wildly with no regard for safety or caution. It was only going to make things worse. She seemed to be deafed, pows, rat-tats, thud-thuds... Man, it was overwhelming. She never imagined the start of her life could be so traumatizing.

He ceased fire. He wa in a state of blind panic and it was obvious, his mind wasn't matching with the woman, clouded by fear and rage.

"Atleast I'm shooting every spot, I ain't gonna be dead meat!" He exclaimed. Too bad to not finish off the rage, he was met with a shot in the head, the arrow going through the skull.

The zeal was short-lived.

Akanni whimpered in fear, Grace closed her eyes in horror quick enough to not be blinded by the few blood drops splattered to the face.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This was supposed to be a peaceful mission, a scientific expedition. But now it had turned into a war zone.

She knew that they had to find the source of the attack and negotiate with the Na'vi, but how in the hell was she going to do that when her own team was terrified out of their minds?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She had to stay rational, to stay in control.

"Listen to me," she turned to the young woman. "We need to find cover. We can't just stand here out in the open like sitting ducks."

Akanni looked at her, her face a mix of fear and uncertainty. She didn't understand what was happening, she didn't understand why she agreed with this journey anyway, but she knew that Grace was the only one who had any idea of how to handle the situation.

But it was just them, two alone, alive and horrified.

"A-all of them are dead, what's possible for us to make it out alive?!" Akanni voiced cracked, her deep brown eyes widened with worry.

Grace didn't want to admit it, but Akanni was right. They were on their own now. Everything had gone wrong, spectacularly wrong. Their hands had no use for those heavy machines.

She looked around, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out. But all she saw was the dense foliage of the rainforest, and the ominous sound of the creatures somewhere, lurking in the shadows.

Before Grace could expose her plan, Akanni was shot with a large thorn, not straight through her neck but to inject it but it knocked her coldly.

And then, as if summoned by her very thoughts, a figure emerged from the trees. Tall, imposing, with eyes that burned like stars in the gathering dusk.

A Na'vi, unlike any Grace had ever seen or most likely unrecognizable.

He regarded her with an unblinking gaze, as if sizing her up, weighing her very soul. The silence between them was oppressive, a physical force that pressed upon her chest.

The Na'vi's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with an inner fire that seemed to pierce her very soul. Frozen in fear, he decided to help with a shot to the neck, all numb, dumb and broke, the rule was obeyed.

K.O.

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V. Idk if I’ll see you again..

sum: The last few days were finally starting to wrap up two weeks together but still there this uncertainty that lingers in his chest, what if he doesn’t see her again..

warnings: cursing, fluff, flirting, tsukii and yams being dramatic best friends , dramatic teenage movie vibes(sorry chat couldn’t help it.) little hot and sweaty, angsty?

(VI.)

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One more day. One more day here in Tokyo, one day left with her. It was strange, the gross nervous feeling he felt had gone away, his nerves becoming less intense. Yet she still gave him butterflies, every time she laughed, smiled at him or even openly flirted with him. Still he had one more day. A day left with her. A girl he knew almost everything about, a girl that knew so much about him. More then he’d like, but he’d just talk and talk with her, her pointing little things out he’d never admit. Their snarky banter towards one another, people would take as rude and out of pocket but all around it was such aggressive flirting. Shit eating grins on their faces as they jabbed at one another, then when they where by themselves sitting outside on some steps as she watched the stars. Her knees up to her chest as they talked.

The air around them comfortable, warm. He felt as if he could share with her without the fear of being judged. Their bodies close together as they did, he always watched her as she talked, a small smile forming on his face whenever she got excited when talking about something how she would quickly sit up her legs crossing facing him. His heart beat so heavy in his chest as she did, her energy changed his whole demeanor. How he actually laughed at something she talked about, she could feel her heart racing, as she laughed out as well. Her face falling into his arm as she told his it’s not even that funny or how it was embarrassing.

Then there were the nights the would talk about more intimate things, such as family, she loved her family. He remembered all there names, just because, because she mentioned how they would love him. But to be fair she had a big family, so he would be shitting his pants if he met them, her mostly having brothers, two sisters and five, yes five brothers older and younger.

“How do you all like, i don’t even know.” He asked as she told him how many siblings she had.

“Well Nat, Michael and, Ness live on their own they’re the oldest, then it’s Jackson, me Rapht, Caleb and Sekani in the house, I’m the only girl right now.” She laughed lightly a fawned smile on her face.

“Never a dull moment I take it geez..” he spoke.

“Oh god never luckily I have a room with my own bathroom so I’m living peacefully.”

He nodded, she loved her family so much talking of them so highly. These were the people that would die for her and she’d do the same.

“What about you I just know you have a smaller family..” He did kei came from a close family of four, his parents, him and his brother. He didn’t really talk to his brother unless he had two openings up about it a bit but not spilling enough, how him and his mother were closer but didn’t have any problems with his father but from how he described it they were very similar.

They knew that this would be one of their last heavy conversation for a while. So they talked even about things they already knew, little shit talking here and there. One more full day, then in the earlier morning they’d be going back home. It was weird to think about how a girl knew so much about him, how she knew more than he’d ever like. But with her it was different, he wanted to tell her these things. He wanted her to know him. Know that he’s actually not some dick everyone makes him out to be.

What if this is the last time they ever talked? A sickening thought that ran through both their heads.

The last day, she didn’t want it to be, she wanted some more time. Everyone knew something was going on with them even if it was just in a friendly way. The last day was all around chill, the coaches deciding to do a barbecue for the last day giving the players a break.

They spent every last second together, Kei following her around like a lost puppy as she did her manager duties. Caring things for her helping her fill up water bottles, simple things. The day went by so fast, the sun starting to set. He sat against the counter watching her finish up the dishes, her playlist playing in the background on a speaker. Her humming along to see you again by Tyler the creator.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, splashing him with the water on her hands.

He flinched lightly glaring at her “your stupid face.” He scoffed reaching over flicking her back with water.

A gasp leaving her lips as water hit her face. “You dickhead! You wanna do this Kei!” She laughed.

Their eyes met Kei giving her a look. “What are ya gonna do about it- AH!” He yelped the feeling of cold water hitting him.

She laughed as she sprayed him with the hose, his hands reached out of her grabbing the hose taking it from her spraying her quickly as she tried fighting back. The sound of them going at a full on war in the kitchen as they sprayed each other with water, their laughs echoed through the empty hall. Her voice echoed as she screamed playfully, him enjoying himself as he drenched her. His long arms pushing her back as she came for him trying to get the hose back. Her chest pressed against him, glancing down he could see the color of her bra through her white shirt that now stuck to her skin. His eyes lingered oh her breast holding the hose above his head a smirk appeared on his lips.

He felt the water stop. His eyes meeting hers as her body shifted turning off the sink. Taking a step back hitting his chest as she looked he him her hand on her hips, “your soaking..” she laughed. Her eyes looking him up and down. His black shirt sticking to him and his hair wet the fluff gone now.

Unlucky her for wearing a white shirt the color of her bra, the darker green shade standing out. But lucky Tsukishima for his glasses not being terribly smudged for he had basically a full view in front of him. Did it make him a bit pervy? Maybe.

A snap of her fingers caused his eyes to meet hers quickly, her body close to his now. “My eyes are here.” She teased. His face going red, his mouth opening but nothing coming out. Causing a hearty laugh from the girl.

“Here,” she spoke softly the feeling of his glasses sliding of his face as she took them.

A small smile on her face as she moved next to him sitting on the counter, drying his glasses making sure he could see through them. As blurry as it may have been he watched how carefully she held them, looking through the lenses making sure there’s no smudge.

She soon offered the glasses back to him, but instead of taking them he stood up his body moving in front of her. What was he doing… you do not have the confidence for this move.. he thought he felt as if his body was moving on its own. His arms trapped her body as he leaned forward a bit, “You want me to put the on you Stalker..” she whispered, she could hear his heart beating in his chest.

Her lips curved up, he was nervous. His hands shaking, as confidently he tried to play this he was failing, but it was cute. It made her a bit nervous even, his hands trapping her. His eyes keeping contact with hers the feeling of his hand starting at her upper thigh sliding down to her knee his index finger tapping the side of it as a quite demand. She slowly opened her legs letting him in between them, his hand returning back to her side.

“common stalker you gotta use your words..” she spoke her face getting closer to his as he leaned down a bit.

“can you put them on f’ me..” he finally spoke his face relaxed.

Gently she put the glasses back on his face, he could feel her breath on his face, the warmth of her body radiating off of her. For a moment they just sat there, Kei felt her nails graze his throat, “What’s wrong Kei, how come you haven’t moved baby.” She asked watching his eyes move to her lips back to her eyes.

His body shifted quickly his lips meeting hers. The kiss was soft, gentle as if he didn’t want to hurt her. As if he had to savor her, on of her hands holding the side of his face the other on the back of his head. Her nails playing with his hair, her nails slightly digging into his scalp causing him to groan. His hand grabbing the top of her thighs keeping himself balanced. He wanted this to last forever.

God he tasted good, the lingering flavors of lemonade and mint gum. How his kiss was so fucking gentle yet so desperate. The feeling of his hands pulling her closer, the need to feel him pressed against her. She felt dizzy, her heart beating out of her chest, his hands squeezing her hips.

She wish she could make this last forever, afraid if she pulled away she wouldn’t see him again. That this was some silly dream, that they would both wake up in a cold sweat a tingly feeling in there stomach as they yearned to touch one another more. To share each others warmth again, to taste one another again.

“Y/N!”

The loud crash of the doors opening, the sound of Kuroos voice calling out for her aswell as Bokuto right behind him.

Tuskishima pushed himself of her quickly facing the wall as the two third years came around the corner into the kitchen.

“Wanted to ask-“

Kuroo stoping his eyes glancing back and forth the two of them, “is he alright?”

She hummed not answering for a moment, “OH! Yeah just a bloody nose the heat got to him.” She said the towel in her hands offering it to Kei.

“Why are you wet?”

“Doing dishes, the hose was left on.” She answered.

She watched as the two third years gave one another a knowing look before looking back at her, “we’ll be in the gym, if you two wanna come later.” Kuroo spoke smiling, he knew something was up. And he was gonna get it out of her later or tease the shit out of her till he heard what he wanted.

“Mmhm!” She hummed watching them leave.

Her eyes glanced over at Kei, his eyes were close his hands covering his eyes his glasses pushed up. He was breathing heavily, hers just as heavy. A full rush, adrenaline pumping through them both, but they never came to look at each other. For minutes the just sat there in silence, both to nervous to say a word.

Tsukishima finally stood up straight facing away from her, “I-I’m gonna head out, I- shit, I’ll still walk you to bed..” he muttered his back still to her.

Fuck. She messed up.

“I’m sorry kei, I-”

“You’re fine. I have to go though.” He spoke adjusting his shirt and shorts.

She bit her lip, the echo of the doors shutting being her queue “Shit!” Her voice shaky, her hands coming up to her head pulling on her hair in frustration. “God fucking damn it!” She cried throwing the wet rag in her hands. She messed up, she had of crossed a line, he would even look at her. He wouldn’t fucking look at her, not say a fucking word. She should’ve just backed off left the fucking guy alone. The first guy she actually likes and she fucks it up.Her hand touched her lips them still slightly numb, his kiss lingered so heavily.

“What’s your problem.”

A deep voice spoke, a far to familiar one, “Go away Konoha .” She muttered.

Konoha rolled his eyes stepping in to the kitchen “What’s wrong?”

He knew what was wrong she could hear it in his tone, how he mocked her “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Well looks like you can’t go talk to your little first year.” He spoke shrugging his shoulders. “Scared him off didn’t ya? That why he ran out his face all red, you came on to him scared the poor kid, common baby not everyone can handle you.” He hummed his body moving behind hers his hand going to touch her arm.

“Fuck you. You couldn’t handle me either you piece of shit.” She snapped snaking his hand away.

“I handled you just fine.” He spoke, she felt gross as he said that knowing it met so much more than just her attitude, or her strong personality.

Pushing past him she walked out, she wanted to go to bed. After what just happened with kei, she just wanted to sleep it off maybe it would be best if she didn’t see him again. That she left him be.

“Tsukii you alright you look sick..” Yamaguchi asked his friend as he walked into the locker room.

Kei headed straight to him “she kiss me, no we- we fucking made out.” He spoke quietly his tone shaky.

Yamaguchi just looked as his best friend his mouth hanging wide open, “And I just walked away.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He winced.

“Tsukii..”

“What- What do I even say to her after that,” he laughed nervously. “I just walked away after making out with her.” He spoke.

He was so stupid, what did he do that. It was so lame, he didn’t even look at her. God she must feel terrible, sharing an intimate moment just for him to leave so soon. “Hey!”

“Snap out of it!” Yamaguchi spoke shaking his friend.

“I have a feeling I messed it up, that me just leaving hurt-“

“Shut up! Talk to her before we leave tomorrow it’s too late to go to her, she’ll be up talk to her before we leave. You have to talk to her.” Yamaguchi said.

Tsukishima only nodded.

That couldn’t be the last time he saw her..