#Skybound flame

[mcverse]

✧ Summary: You weren’t allowed to go on the scouting trip but it didn’t matter because in the end, the outsiders come to you—four of them to be exact.

✧ Requested: Yes/No

✧ Word count: 7K

✧ Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Anxiety, not proof read/spell checked, idk prob sum else

✧ Sidebar: The past chapters are in past tense so moving forward they will be present tense. I realized idon like writing like that.

“Text like this only in italics” are Na’vi.

“Text like this in both italics and bold” are Avi, spoken b/w Avi & outsides.

“Text in just bold” are also Avi People, spoken b/w Avi only.

Text like this without quotations in italics are thoughts.

“Text like this” are in English.

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The village of Flamehaven is peaceful and quiet, with the sound of the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the tall trees that surround it. Suddenly, a loud and clear horn blasts through the air, reverberating across the village and reaching even the farthest corners. The sound repeats three times, causing all the Avi to stop in their tracks and look towards the direction it is coming from.

In an instant, the entire village is in motion. Those who were inside their huts and small shops quickly emerge, while those who were strolling through the village pick up their pace, all hurrying towards the center of Flamehaven.

The air is filled with a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation as the Avi wonder what the council of elders could possibly have to announce. It's not often that a meeting is called unscheduled, and the news must be important.

As they approach the center of the village, the Avi see that their fellow villagers have already gathered in a large circle around a rock podium.

All eyes are fixed on six figures standing on top of it, with Yäua, your grandfather and Olh'yken of Flamehaven, in the center of the group. The elders' solemn expressions and the urgency of the horn's call tell the Avi that something significant is about to happen.

You stand among the herd of Avi, your heart pounding with anticipation. You want to know what will happen to the outsider, but you're not worried. The council is reasonable enough to differentiate a threat from an ally. However, the problem is that you don’t know where the outsiders stand. You watch as the crowd mills about nervously, murmurs of concern filling the air.

You startle when a hand touches your shoulder, causing you to jerk away and look to the culprit, only to groan with a roll of your eyes. It’s your eldest brother, Kaetem, grinning down at you.

“Sister,” he removes his hand, “Do you know what this is about?” he questions with a tilt of his head, looking at you curiously.

You pause in thought, realizing this is one of those rare moments you knew something that your brothers did not. It's a struggle to hide the smirk threatening to give way to your lie, but you successfully answer him, “Nope,” with a shoulder shrug, “We’ll find out soon.”

Kaetem squints at you, not believing you in the slightest. You seem too calm, like you definitely know what's going on. He wonders why you aren't telling him what it is, but nevertheless, he nods in agreement, “We will,” looking back ahead of him just as your grandfather Yäua steps forward.

Yäua silences the crowd with a raised hand, though that does nothing to ease the tension. They all wait patiently for him to address them, to answer their questions, but mostly the one: why they are here?

“My people,” he begins, looking around the crowd as if to look each one in the eyes, letting them know that he sees them, truly, “Not to raise any alarms, but news came to me that our island has been breached by outsiders.”

His words cause gasps and murmurs among the Avi, looking at each other with feverish concern, “How is that possible?,” one inquires.

“We have been hidden for centuries. No one has found us,” another says.

Yäua nods his head in understanding, mulling over the Avi's words, “I hear your worries. To ease them, I’ll send scouts to oversee these claims, assess the situation to see if they are either friend or foe.” He ruffles the feathers on his back slightly, but stops when he glances back.

He nods and steps aside, allowing one of the elders to stand beside him. Her name is Wefi, a common Na’vi without the features like most Avi people. She is decorated in crystals and feathers of her own, each color vibrant as a Phoenix. She may not be a true Avi, but she is proud like one nonetheless.

“Eywa and Pho have gifted us, making us different beyond our home. Do not forget our ways,” she inhales sharply, rolling her shoulders back as she stands taller, “Perhaps they come for reasons, so remember to see reason as we always do. Let’s not let this situation break our resolve.”

Her words are sane and make sense, having a great power of calming the Avi like some spell cast over them—only there isn't. It's simply because they respect her and know her, so it's reasonable to trust her.

No further words were exchanged as the council of elders disperses, the weight of the unspoken words hangs in the air, signaling the end of the meeting. The Avi around you engage in muted conversations, their voices echoing with a hollow emptiness. In that moment, you make a decision to chase after your grandfather, Yäua, with Kaetem obediently following behind.

You quicken your pace, trying to match your grandfather's stride, and then impulsively blurt out your desire to join the scouts, "Pappy, I'd like to join the scouts. I truly believe I have what it takes."

Yäua's ears twitch, and he slows his pace, shaking his head in response. "No way," he answers swiftly, his tone filled with concern. He turns his attention to greet a few Avi along the way as he continues toward his shared tree hut.

Your face drops, and a sense of disappointment washes over you at how readily he dismisses your request. The words tumble out of your mouth in protest, "But I was the one who informed Grandmother. I was out there. I know where they are!"

Yäua halts his steps, sighing deeply as he turns to face you with a determined look in his eyes. There is a steely resolve in his voice as he speaks, "And that information will undoubtedly prove valuable when you report to the head of the scouts." As he notices your crestfallen expression, his gaze softens, and he gently places his hand on your head. "Now is not the time to be stubborn. Trust in Pappy."

The weight of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes give you a glimmer of reassurance, though a part of you still struggles to fully understand his reasoning. Reluctantly, you nod your head, your frown slowly transforming into a subdued acceptance. It doesn't feel fair that the bearer of bad news must sit out this crucial mission, but you recognize the wisdom in your grandfather's guidance, at least for now.

"Good," he smiles, shifting his gaze toward Kaetem, who stands silently, his expression unreadable. "And do you not agree?" Yäua asks your brother.

Kaetem shakes his head, causing his locs to sway and the beads in his hair to click softly. "No, I agree. I just... Can I join the scouts in her place?"

Your jaw drops in astonishment, your eyes darting between your brother and your grandfather. The audacity of his request leaves you momentarily speechless. "What?! That's not fair!" you protest, lightly swatting your grandfather's hand away so you can direct a heated glare at your brother. The nerve of this zawgfl (punk).

"Good idea. The scouts leave at noon. Don't be late, Kaetem," your grandfather says, glancing back at you briefly. He playfully pinches your cheeks, “Heed my warning, little one.” a mix of affection and warning in his tone, before strolling away.

Once he is at a safe distance, you turn to your brother and deliver a sharp hit to his chest, a low growl rumbling in your chest as your voice drips with venom. "How dare you?!" Your anger burns hot, and if it weren't for the familial bond, you would have inflicted a far more severe punishment. "That was incredibly undermining of you!"

Kaetem rubs his chest, though you know the blow barely stings. With his sturdy build like most Avi men, it takes more than a light strike to truly harm him. "You should have told me when I asked," he retorts, dropping his hand and blowing a raspberry. "Perhaps then I could have offered more help, instead of being kept in the dark.”

He starts to back away, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he points toward his tree hut. "Now excuse me, I have to get ready," he taunts, leaving you seething in place.

Down by the calm stream, nestled between the imposing rocks, four male Na'vi—Lo’ak, Ao’nung, Neteyam and Roxto—remain in a state of unconsciousness, seemingly undisturbed by the world around them. The vibrant blue hues of their skin blend seamlessly with the natural colors of their surroundings, their bodies gracefully draped against the cool, moss-covered rocks.

As the gentle rhythm of the stream continues, on of the Na'vi, Neteyam, begins to stir. His eyes flicker open with effort, greeted by a throbbing sensation within his skull. Blinking against the brightness of the surrounding environment, he struggles to adjust his vision.

Gradually, he pushes himself into a seated position, a low groan escaping his lips. Neteyam's hand instinctively reaches up, tenderly exploring his head in search of the source of his discomfort.

His fingertips encounter a sticky warmth, and with apprehension, he brings it closer to his face, squinting to examine them against the sunlight filtering through the foliage. A faint streak of crimson glistens on his fingertips, evidence of a minor wound that has stained his hand.

Neteyam's brow furrows in concern as he inspects the blood on his fingertips. His mind races to piece together the fragments of his memory, attempting to recall the events that led to his current state. The throbbing pain in his head serves as a constant reminder of the ordeal he must have endured.

As his gaze shifts from his hand to his surroundings, Neteyam takes in the serene beauty of the stream, its clear waters cascading gently over polished rocks. The sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of wildlife fill the air, creating a soothing symphony that contrasts with the lingering unease within him.

With a determined resolve, Neteyam pushes himself up completely from the moss-covered ground. His muscles ache, protesting the movement after the period of unconsciousness. Despite the lingering weakness, he musters the strength to stand, his legs trembling slightly beneath him.

His eye caught sight of his brother, Lo’ak, and Neteyam hurriedly stumbles to him, dropping back to the ground to kneel beside him. Neteyam places a gentle hand on his brother's chest, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his breath. Relief floods his heart as he realizes that Lo'ak is merely unconscious, undisturbed by the throes of their shared ordeal. Neteyam's worried expression eases slightly, grateful that he remains strong.

Neteyam finds himself contemplating the awakening of his brother, Lo'ak, from his unconscious state. However, just as he prepares to take action, a soft groan pierces the serene ambiance, causing Neteyam to turn his attention towards Roxto. With eyelids fluttering open, Roxto emerges from his slumber, revealing drowsy blue irises that gradually sharpen into focus.

A fleeting expression of confusion passes over Roxto's face as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and the sight of Neteyam kneeling off to the side. His gaze shifts from Neteyam's presence to the motionless form of Lo'ak nestled among the rocks, causing a surge of concern within him. Scanning the area, his eyes land on Ao’nung a few feet away, still lost in the embrace of deep sleep.

An intricate tapestry of questions weaves itself into Roxto's mind, interlacing curiosity and unease, "Neteyam?" he murmurs, his voice a mixture of relief and inquiry. His gaze sweeps past Neteyam, seeking answers amidst their surroundings, "What happened?" Roxto's voice carries a subtle urgency.

Neteyam's voice trembles with a mix of worry and confusion as he responds to Roxto's inquiry. "I... we fell," he stammers, his finger pointing towards the direction they came from. His eyes flicker with uncertainty, searching for confirmation in Roxto's gaze. "Over there, I believe. Are you alright? Can you stand?"

Roxto's movement slows for a moment, contemplating. The ache in his muscles pulse with each deliberate motion, but determination fuels his resolve to overcome the discomfort. Nodding, he meets Neteyam's gaze. "Yeah, I can," he affirms, a glimmer of resilience shining in his eyes.

Relief flashes over Neteyam's features, a fleeting smile pulling his lips. He gestures towards Ao'nung with a slight tilt of his head. "Good. Check on Ao'nung," he instructs, his voice laced with trust in Roxto's capabilities. "I'll do my best to wake up Lo'ak." With purpose, he turns his attention back to his brother, his hand gripping Lo'ak's shoulder.

"Lo’ak. Lo’ak." Neteyam's voice quivers with concern as he continues to shake his brother, desperately hoping for a response. His worry deepens with each passing moment that Lo'ak remains unresponsive. A knot of anxiety forms in Neteyam's stomach as he tries to fathom what might be keeping his brother from waking up.

Neteyam's hands tremble slight as he carefully examines Lo'ak's body, his fingertips tracing over Lo'ak's arms and chest, searching for any signs of injury. He checks for broken bones or deep wounds, his touch gentle yet urgent. Finding only minor scratches and bruises, Neteyam's brow furrows in confusion, unable to comprehend why Lo'ak remains unconscious.

"Lo’ak, bro, wake up," Neteyam pleads, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and urgency. He tightens his grip on Lo'ak's shoulders, as if trying to physically coax his brother back to consciousness.

Time seems to slow down as Neteyam waits anxiously for any sign of life from Lo'ak. Every passing second feels like an eternity, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, echoing the fear and hope that swirl within him.

And then, finally, a flicker of awareness crosses Lo'ak's features. His eyelids flutter, revealing glimpses of his eyes beneath, clouded with confusion and discomfort. A curt grunt escapes his lips, a feeble indication of his returning consciousness.

"Neteyam?" Lo’ak's voice is weak, barely above a whisper, but the sound brings a surge of relief to Neteyam's weary soul. It is a reassurance that his brother is still with him, that they can face whatever challenges lie ahead together.

A moment of gratitude washes over Neteyam as he registers Lo'ak's awakening. The tension in his muscles eases slightly, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"I'm here, Lo’ak," Neteyam says, his voice steady yet filled with underlying concern. "You had us worried there.“

"Us?" Lo'ak questions, his gaze sweeping the surroundings in search of their companions. Movement catches his eye behind Neteyam, revealing Roxto assisting Ao'nung, who winces and holds his side in pain. Lo'ak's attention returns to Neteyam, extending his hand towards him. Without hesitation, Neteyam grasps it firmly, pulling his brother up to stand beside him. Lo'ak's brows furrow as he stands tall, his voice filled with concern, "What happened?"

Neteyam sighs, a tinge of exasperation evident in his voice as he recounts the events that led to their current predicament. "We fell, remember?" he says, his tone tinged with frustration. "It happened after we were being chased by those creatures."

Ao'nung interjects, his voice filled with disdain as he joins the two brothers, thanks to the help of Roxto, "Can we even call those things animals?" he remarks, a hint of bitterness in his words. "Even the Ikran are more friendly than them."

Quickly Neteyam positions himself on the opposite side of Roxto, supporting Ao'nung's weight and relieving the strain on his injured side, “You’re not wrong. Something was off about them.” Neteyam replies, looking over to Lo’ak after, “We gotta find the others. You lead the way.”

Lo'ak's ears instinctively draw back in response to the suggestion, a flicker of reluctance crossing his features. It's not a task he is typically entrusted with, and for good reason. However, given the dire circumstances they find themselves in, there is little room for argument.

With a nod of acknowledgment, he turns his gaze away, his hand reaching instinctively for his trusted knife. But as his fingers search for the familiar handle, a wave of panic washes over him as he realizes it is missing. A curse escapes his lips as he frantically scans the surrounding area, hoping to spot his lost weapon, but it was useless.

He exhales a frustrated huff and steps out of the stream, his decision made. He resolves to stick close to the water's edge and follow its meandering path, trusting his instincts and the wisdom imparted to him through countless hunting teachings.

He knows that water is a lifeline, an invaluable resource that attracts life in its search for sustenance. In his heart, he clings to the hope that his parents, the guardians of his knowledge and strength, may be nearby, drawn to the life-giving flow of the stream.

Neteyam, Roxto, and Ao'nung follow closely behind Lo’ak, their eyes scanning the dense vegetation for any signs of movement or life. The air hangs heavy with anticipation as they press forward, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves beneath their feet.

Time seems to stretch as they journey deeper into the forest. The sun casts long shadows that stretch across the forest floor, signaling the approaching dusk. The angle of the sunlight, slanting from the east, confirms that evening is descending upon them. A subtle unease settles within them, a reminder of the urgency to find safety before darkness blankets the land.

Despite their careful observation, the forest remains eerily quiet. The usual sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves are notably absent, leaving an unsettling void in their surroundings. The absence amplifies their awareness, sharpening their senses to detect even the faintest disturbance.

Suddenly, a rustling sound breaks the silence, originating from a dense thicket ahead. Lo'ak's instincts kick in, his muscles tensing as he brings the group to a halt. His gaze fixates on the source of the movement, his mind racing to assess the potential threat. A sense of déjà vu washes over him, triggering a surge of adrenaline and caution.

With a hand gesture, Lo'ak signals the others to prepare for any outcome. They form a defensive formation, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to react to the unseen danger that lurks within the foliage. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, as if time itself holds its breath, waiting for the inevitable revelation.

Lo’ak turns to them, "We're good," he reassures them, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and cautious optimism. However, before the smile can fully spread across his face, a sudden gust of wind cuts through the clearing, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding.

In a blink of an eye, the world around them blurs as figures materialize from the shadows. Na'vi-like warriors, their bows drawn and arrows aimed at the group, surround them in a calculated display of force. Tension thickens in the air, each heartbeat resonating with uncertainty.

A collective drop in the boys' hearts signals their realization of the dire situation. Bewilderment and alarm etch themselves onto their faces, their minds scrambling to comprehend the unfolding events. They search for any signs of recognition or familiarity among the encircling warriors, desperate for some understanding amidst the chaos. Yet, answers remain elusive, they didn’t look like them, at least not 100%.

But they were mainly focused on their survival, that there was little time to think about that their differences. Apprehension washes over the group in a tidal wave as they find themselves at the mercy of these unknown Na'vi warriors. Their bodies instinctively freeze, every muscle poised to react at the slightest provocation. Time seems to stretch into an agonizing eternity as they stand on the precipice, their fates hanging precariously in the balance.

Silence envelops the clearing, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the weighty breaths of the warriors. The boys remain trapped within a delicate equilibrium, teetering between hope and despair, waiting for the next move that will determine their destinies.

A path clears as a towering figure strides forward, his presence commanding attention. He stands tall, his formidable figure exuding strength and authority. With broad shoulders and a muscular build, he emanates a sense of raw power. In his hand, a gleaming knife remains poised, a testament to his skill and readiness.

Approaching the group with an air of composure, his face remains stoic, revealing little of his thoughts. The confidence in his stride leaves no doubt that he is their leader. In a deep and resonant voice, he addresses them in their native language, Na'vi, catching them off guard.

"Lost?" he inquires, his tone both questioning and assertive. "You have strayed far from your home."

The group exchanges glances, a mix of apprehension and curiosity filling the air. Neteyam, summoning his courage, steps forward and replies, "Our home has been destroyed. Is this your land?"

As Neteyam's words linger, the air becomes charged with anticipation, each passing second accentuating the weight of their situation. The leader's eyes bore into them, a mixture of curiosity and suspicion evident in his gaze. He carefully evaluates their intentions, his penetrating scrutiny leaving no detail unnoticed.

At last, after a brief moment of contemplation, the leader breaks the silence, his voice measured and commanding. "Our land has remained concealed from outsiders for centuries," he declares, his words carrying the weight of ancient traditions. "Only recently has its sanctity been breached." His tone holds a hint of caution, wary of the potential implications.

His gaze shifts, assessing the group's condition with a keen eye. He notices the trickle of blood staining Neteyam's forehead, a sign of recent injury, and observes the wincing figure of the fairer-skinned Na'vi, his hands clutching his sides. The leader's expression remains unreadable, his curiosity piqued as he seeks to gather as much information as possible.

"Tell me," he continues, his voice a low rumble, "why do you stray from your tribe?" His head tilts slightly, a gesture that combines curiosity and calculation, as he aims to unravel the extent of their tribe's presence in this uncharted territory, seeking to understand the motives behind their departure. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he adds, "Hm. Seems like you've bitten off more than you can chew." The leader's jest elicits a ripple of laughter from his companions, their camaraderie evident in their shared amusement.

The air crackles with a subtle tension as the warriors maintain their vigilant stance, their eyes darting from one member of the group to another. The lighthearted moment fades into the background, replaced by a palpable sense of caution that permeates the atmosphere.

The leader's laughter subsides, his expression shifting into one of guarded alertness. His piercing gaze sweeps over the newcomers, his scrutiny unwavering. The flicker of curiosity that had briefly danced in his eyes now mingles with a trace of wariness.

The other warriors, mirroring their leader's vigilance, stand tall and unwavering. Their bodies subtly coiled, ready to react at a moment's notice. They exchange cautious glances, communicating their shared sense of duty to protect their tribe from potential threats.

Beneath the surface, empathy remains unspoken, their empathy for the newcomers' situation yet to be revealed. For now, they rely on their instincts, their keen senses attuned to the smallest signs of danger. The balance between caution and curiosity hangs delicately in the air, waiting for the next turn of events to unfold.

Neteyam takes a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze shifting between each warrior's scrutinizing eyes. With a hint of vulnerability in his voice, he explains, "We, along with other warriors, went hunting for food and became separated. We mean no harm." His words are measured as he lowers his head, followed by the rest of the group, a gesture of submission and sincerity.

His eyes flick up through his lashes after a pregnant pause, searching for any sign of recognition, understanding, or empathy. He hopes to read the unspoken emotions hidden behind the leader's stoic facade, seeking an opportunity to sway the situation in their favor if possible.

The leader maintains a stern facade, his gaze penetrating and unyielding. He probes deeper, his voice resonating with a mix of skepticism and genuine concern, "Leaving one's home often signifies danger. Have you brought danger to our land?" The questions hang in the air, stirring a mix of tension and curiosity among the warriors.

A few murmurs and disapproving glances arise from the ranks, but the leader swiftly quells any dissent, firmly redirecting his attention to the group of newcomers. His eyes bore into Neteyam's, searching for any signs of deception or concealed motives.

Lo'ak's eyes widen as he steps in front of Neteyam, his hands raised in a gesture of non-aggression. "Please, listen to me. Our home, our people... they have been torn apart by destruction. We seek only refuge and the chance to rebuild. We mean no harm to your land or you," he explains, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and hope.

As he speaks, Lo'ak's gaze lingers on the face of the lead warrior, a sense of familiarity sparking within him. The resemblance is undeniable, the same distinct features that he had noticed in you, the girl he encountered the night before. Could it be possible? Could these warriors be connected to her in some way?

It fills him with excitement, this is what he wanted. A chance to meet you again but Lo'ak remains cautious, aware of the potential consequences of jumping to conclusions. He knows that appearances can be deceiving. He knows that their situation hangs delicately in the balance, and any misstep could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Lo'ak and the others hold their breaths as they wait for the lead warrior to speak. His silence is deafening, and the tension in the air is palpable. Finally, he breaks the silence with a stern expression.

"I understand your situation, but we cannot simply take your word for it. We must ensure the safety of our people first and foremost," he says, his voice low and grave.

The boys can feel their hearts pounding in their chest. The words are not what they had hoped for, and they can sense the danger of the situation growing. Lo’ak shares a quick glance with Neteyam, and they both know that they all are walking a tightrope between life and death.

The lead warrior takes a moment to assess the situation, weighing the risks and possibilities in his mind. Finally, his expression softens ever so slightly, a sign of subtle empathy,

"But you have my word," he says, his voice carrying a note of authority and reassurance, placing a hand to his left chest, "that we will treat you fairly and with respect. For now, you will come with us until your intentions can be determined."

Lo'ak and the others exchange glances, a flicker of doubt passing between them. They had hoped for a more immediate resolution, an affirmation of trust. But now, their fate lies in the hands of these strangers completely, their freedom curtailed by the looming presence of Kaetem, who moves with measured steps towards them.

The lead warrior nods in approval as the bindings are secured, especially when finding a proper way for Neteyam giving his lack of appendages. His attention is already shifting to the next course of action. He directs a few scouts to embark on a mission to locate the rest of their tribe, urgency underscoring his words as he imparts the significance of their task.

With the scouts venturing into the unknown, their departure creates a void in the forest, leaving the remaining group feeling exposed and uncertain. The leader, now focus on their onward journey, turns away and sets off in a seemingly arbitrary direction, his footsteps marking the path to an enigmatic destination.

Flamehaven. That’s where he said they were going. The name reverberates in the boys thoughts, a beacon of intrigue and mystery. What awaits them in this place? Will it offer refuge or captivity? The unknown looms before them, instilling a blend of trepidation and hope.

As they follow in the wake of their captors, each member of the group grapples with a mix of emotions. Fear intertwines with a flicker of optimism, uncertainty mingles with a glimmer of possibility. Their lives have taken an unexpected turn, leading them down a path cloaked in secrecy, where the balance between danger and opportunity teeters on a delicate edge.

The large group travels on silence, guided by the lead warrior's firm yet gentle guidance. They walk along a path that meandered through the lush vegetation. The air carried the mingling scents of exotic flowers and the invigorating rush of nearby waterfalls.

The sounds of nature enveloped them, from the melodic chirping of birds to the distant rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Each step was cautious by it brought them closer to Flamehaven, a place that held the promise of refuge and the opportunity for a fresh start.

The perimeter of Flamehaven was approaching, the boys were instructed to cover their eyes, a precautionary measure to safeguard the its location. Their hands shielded their vision, and they moved forward with a heightened senses, guided by the trust they had placed in their captors.

The lead warrior and his comrades skillfully navigated the boys through the settlement, skillfully avoiding obstacles and ensuring their safe passage. Whispers of conversation and the faint melodies of Avi songs reached their ears, hinting at the vibrant community that thrived within Flamehaven's boundaries.

At last, the lead warrior signaled for the boys to uncover their eyes. With a collective breath, they removed their hands, allowing their gaze to meet the awe-inspiring scene before them.

Flamehaven revealed itself in all its splendor—an interconnected tapestry of intricately designed huts, nestled harmoniously amidst towering trees and vibrant flora.As they stood in the heart of Flamehaven, their hearts swelled with a potent mix of emotions—hope, curiosity, and vulnerability.

Their arrival had not gone unnoticed, and the residents of Flamehaven observed them with a blend of fascination and empathy. They could see the the weariness etched in the boys eyes, the scars of their past experiences.

All four boys eyes sweep over the settlement for different reasons, mind trying to come up with how a place like this has been hidden for so long.

Neteyam’s heart is swelling with a renewed sense of purpose. The unity and shared resilience of the community ignite a flicker of hope within him, as he envisions a new beginning not just for himself, but for his remaining clan.

Lo'ak's gaze sweeps across the faces of the Na'vi, his eyes searching for a spark of recognition. The memory of the mysterious girl he encountered lingers, driving his curiosity to uncover the truth that hangs in the air. Each glance exchanged fuels his desire to unravel the connection that teases his senses.

Ao'nung's attention is captured by the exquisite craftsmanship that adorns Flamehaven. The intricate carvings and delicate artwork speak of a community that reveres its natural surroundings. Inspiration surges through him as he envisions contributing his own skills and talents to this ever-evolving masterpiece.

Rotxo is caught between trepidation and hope. The uncertainty of the future looms ahead, a vast landscape of possibilities. Yet, the warm reception they receive ignites a glimmer of optimism within him. Flamehaven beckons as a sanctuary where they can rebuild their shattered lives, reminiscent of the home they once knew.

They found themselves entranced by the stunning beauty that is Flamehaven, their eyes reluctant to pull away from it. Yet, their attention is soon drawn back to the lead warrior who brought them here, their curiosity piqued by his actions.

Their curious gazes follow his movements as he engages in a conversation with another member of their group, sharing words that hold significance. The exchange is brief but laden with purpose. The recipient of the message nods in understanding before swiftly departing in the opposite direction, their footsteps fading into the distance.

The boys eyes fixate on the departing figure for a fleeting moment, intrigued by the significance of the message conveyed. Questions swirl in their minds, What message was sent? To whom was it delivered? Their thoughts remain unanswered, suspended in the air like a delicate thread.

Breaking the silence, the lead warrior returns to the captives, his footsteps carrying him back to their side. With a composed demeanor, he delivers the revelation that stirs their curiosity further. "I have sent word to the Olh'yken," he announces once close enough.

The group of boys stares at the lead warrior in confusion. Ao’nung takes a deep breath and speaks up, voicing the question that has been on all of their minds. "What’s an Olh'yken?" he asks, his voice wavering slightly with nervousness. The other boys nod in agreement, their expressions expectant as they wait for an answer.

The lead warrior pauses, his mind working quickly to find a way to explain the concept to these outsiders who are clearly unfamiliar with the ways of Flamehaven. He furrows his brow, his lips pursed as he searches for the right words.

"It's what you call an Olo'eyktan," he finally says, watching as the boys' eyes widen in surprise and realization. He can see the shame in their faces as they realize they should have known this already. "Come, I'll bring you to where you'll stay," he adds, gesturing for them to follow him.

As they walk, a curious crowd of Avi starts to form behind them. The lead warrior guides them past the onlookers until they reach a small hut that is perched safely in the branches of two trees. The structure is also low enough to the ground to be accessible without climbing. He motions for them to enter, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they follow his directions.

Once they are inside, the boys are amazed by what they see. The interior is furnished with handcrafted pieces, including a comfortable seating area with a low table and a beautiful two-toned woven rug beneath it. Baskets filled with more crafts are scattered throughout the room, while seashells, crystals, and other natural artifacts dangle from the roof, casting a rainbow of colors throughout the space when the sun hits from an opening in the hut.

"Stay here until the chief comes. Do not leave, for your safety and ours," the lead warrior instructs before exiting the hut and disappearing into the bustling crowd.

All the boys stand there in silence, staring at the flap the lead warrior had just left out of but Rotxo, feeling restless, breaks the quietude by reaching up and touching one of the dangling ornaments hanging from the roof.

"This is so cool," he says in awe, causing the others to snap out of their daze and join in on the admiration. They begin to explore the room, running their fingers over the woven rug and examining the handcrafted furniture, staring wide eyed at the different dangling ornaments, wondering what it all meant.

When they finish inspecting the hut, the boys gather in the middle of the room, seating themselves on the cushioned chairs around the low table. Ao’nung settles himself with a visible effort, adjusting his weight carefully to accommodate his injured side. The others follow suit, exchanging hushed conversations.

“What are we going to do?” Ao’nung asks, his frown etched deep on his face, his head lowered. “We have to get back.”

Neteyam nods his head in agreement, looking back at the flap, his ears twitching at the noise outside that does not cease. He turns to face the group. “We can’t leave, we’re surrounded. We have to wait and see what happens.”

Ao’nung hisses in frustration, “Waiting to be killed? No thanks.”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes at Ao’nung’s comment and shakes his head. “He’s right. We can’t go out there now, we’ll look guilty. That’s immediate death.” He rubs his pinky finger against the rope binding his hands. “That man said that our intention determined the outcome. We just have to convince him we aren’t bad.”

“What good did that do the first time?” Ao’nung retorts, slouching his back and pouting.

Rotxo brings up a new topic, his eyes flickering to each face in the room. “Speaking of that man, did you notice how different he looked? How different they all looked…”

“You don’t look like us,” Lo’ak reminds him, holding up his hand to show his extra finger and darker skin. “But that doesn’t make a difference. We are still Na’vi.”

Neteyam shakes his head. “No, Rotxo is right. Something’s off about them.”

Suddenly, shuffling is heard behind them, right at the back of the hut. The boys snap their heads in the direction of the shuffling sound, they feel their heartbeats pounding in their chest, anticipating the worst. The fabric of the hut's rear wall rustles and sways, and four pairs of eyes peek through a small split, staring at the boys.

The boys feel a chill down their spines as they stare in disbelief at the floating eyes. They all think the same thing: bodies must be attached to those eyes, right?

Ao'nung swallows hard, his eyes widening in disbelief. "What the..." he says under his breath.

Lo’ak speaks up, his voice shaky, “Hey?” He calls to them in English, hoping they understand. However, this only causes the eyes to widen in surprise before quickly shutting the flaps over them. The boys exchange worried glances, their fear mounting with each passing moment.

"Txewn [Scary], what the hell is going on?" Rotxo asks, eyes still fixed on the spot where the eyes had been. Suddenly, a hand reaches through the flap, holding a very large leaf. The hand turns into an arm, and the arm turns into a person, revealing themselves fully.

Lo'ak's eyes widen in recognition as he stumbles to his feet, pointing at the person in front of them. "It's you!" he says in shock, "You're the girl from before."

Standing there was you, the girl Lo’ak had encountered the night before, with your eyes downcast, and body language suggesting that you were nervous. The boys stare at you in silence, unsure of what to say after Lo’ak outburst.

You feel a wave of anxiety wash over you, unsure of how to explain yourself. But you gather your courage and force the words out, "I apologize for spying on you," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You raise your eyes to meet theirs, hoping to convey your sincerity.

"My friends—I was curious about your arrival and that... that was really creepy, right?" you ask, gesturing back at the split you came from. You chuckle nervously, hoping to lighten the mood. But when none of the boys respond, you feel a wave of panic washing over you.

"I brought food. Maybe you're hungry?" you offer, holding up the large leaf wrapped in food. You take a step closer, hoping to break the awkward silence. But the boys continue to stare at you, their expressions inscrutable.

Some harder than others stares harder than others, their expressions ranging from confusion to suspicion. They seem to be grappling with their own thoughts, trying to figure out who you are.

Ao'nung gives you a look filled with suspicion as he straightens up his posture. He looks from you to Lo’ak, who steps closer towards you, and observes the weird little interaction between you two when he goes to takes the food from your hand.

How did lo’ak know you?, Ao’nung thought, glare hardening. He didn’t like that he wasn’t in the know of something or that none of their tribe knew.

Lo’ak doesn’t eye the food when he goes to reach for it, instead they search your face, as if trying to be sure you were really the girl he saw before. It was dark then, he could be wrong but there was no more doubt left when he locks eyes with you, fingers briefly touching as he takes the food; a spark sending tingles down his spine.

It was definitely you. So why did you act like you didn’t know him? It sort of hurt his feeling and left him a tad disappointed, but he does well not to show it.

He passes the food to Neteyam, who is also curious about when Lo’ak had met this girl. Was it when he went out by himself? For some reason, it annoyed him. Lo’ak once again is the reason why they were in trouble and this girl, you, were why they were being searched for, most likely. But Neteyam couldn’t bring himself to be as annoyed at you as he is with Lo’ak. Not when you stood there, innocently and, cutely, looking to help out.

Rotxo was too busy eyeing the food to form any other thoughts as his stomach growled at the mere sight.

You slowly smile softly at them, eyes squinting in joy that they took your food,. It would have been bad if they rejected it—or rather—you’ll feel bad if they did. Either way, you were delighted, that it was still a win.

“Thank you…” Neteyam mumbles, gripping the food tightly, “We appreciate the meal.”

You nod and step back, giving them some space to examine the leaf. The boys huddle around it, their eyes widening in surprise as they see the edible fruit inside. Some of which are fruit they never saw before that they had to spare you a quick glance just to be sure this was safe and when you confirm with a nod, they dig in.

Satisfied, you trail your eyes over their body, whatever you can see, and take notice just how different they really are from your kind. Common Na’vi were pretty tall and well built. That’s when you notice the small injury of of one the lighter skin tone Na’vi.

“Oh, your hurt!” You shriek softly, rushing over to Ao’nung to examine the wound but stop when you realize he was still a stranger. Instead you back away again, “I’ll go and get something to help with your wound.” You say hurriedly, going back to the split you came from, sparing them one short glance, enough to say your next words before you vanish, “I’ll be right back.”

Things to know:

Avi people is the only Na’vi with a writing system.

The island is darker than average night on pandora due to being high in the sky. Which is how Reader blends well with the forest.

The Avi can hide their wings at will.

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[ninja-confession-go]

I remember the Good old days where this blog was all fun and random confessions that were lighthearted

Why can't we all get along!?

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[transformers-spike]

Suggestions Open:

Dos: Cybertronian x Human -TFP -TFA -TF:One -Skybound comics -G1 (to an extent)

Don'ts: Cybertronian x Cybertronian

Current writing: TFP -Grinding: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Mile High Club: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Fusion Cannon: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Voyeurism: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw) -Dreadful Intermission: Knock Out x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Human Anatomy: Ratchet x Reader (nsfw) -Angst/Comfort: Optimus x Reader (nsfw but more fluff) -Threesome: Breakdown x Reader x Knock Out (nsfw) -Biting: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Bleed me dry: Megatron x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Blueberry Drizzle: Knock Out x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3) -Pole dance ahegao: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw) -Let's talk: Starscream x Reader (sfw) -Kissing headcanons: Knock Out/Starscream/Megatron x reader (suggestive) -Blessed be your ignorance: SG Optimus x Reader (nsfw) -Be careful what you wish for: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -A little longer: Optimus x Reader (nsfw) -Visitors: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3) -Eating pussy headcanons: Autobots x Reader (nsfw) -Eating pussy headcanons: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw) -Mistletoe headcanons: Autobots x Reader (mostly sfw) -Tell me it's alright to cry: Dreadwing x Reader (nsfw + links to AO3) -Personal Worth: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Easy to seek hatred: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Guardianship: Starscream x Reader (sfw) tw: SH comfort -Pure adoration: Dreadwing x Reader x Skyquake (nsfw) -Cuddling headcanons: Decepticons x Reader (suggestive + AO3 link) -Pillow Talk: Breakdown x Reader (nsfw) -Tender is the flesh: SG Optimus x Reader (suggestive)

TFA -Soft Vore: Blitzwing x Reader (nsfw) -Petplay: Prowl x Reader (nsfw) -Never Enough: Ultra Magnus x Reader (nsfw) -Failure can be sweet: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Silence: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Exception: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -To be loved: Blurr x Reader x Shockwave (links to AO3) tw:noncon -Cold shower: Blurr x Reader (nsfw + links to AO3) G1 -Unwanted Attention: Soundwave x Reader (links to AO3) tw:dubcon -Desired Attention: Soundwave x Reader tw:dubcon

TF:One -Derelict Desperation: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Spread your wings for me, golden boy: Sentinel x Reader (nsfw) (links to AO3) -Solitude: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw) -Unleash the beast: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw) -Sweet Ichor: Sentinel x Readers (nsfw) tw:dubcon

Spikeart

-Dreadwing (spike and valve) -Megatron and Soundwave (spikes and valves) -Knock Out (spike) -Dreadwing and Skyquake (spikes and valve) -Starscream (spike/valve and showing off) -Megatron x human (nsfw) -Knock Out and Breakdown (valves) -Megatron meme redraws (sfw) -Megatron x human from Bleed me dry (suggestive) tw:noncon -Hand holding (Dreadwing, Breakdown, Starscream, Ratchet) -Hand holding (Soundwave, Megatron, Knock Out, Optimus) -Megatron, Breakdown, Dreadwing and Knock Out valveplug redesigns (nsfw) -Starscream x fem human (nsfw) Fic fanart (they make me cry) Bleed me dry by @karinadele Bleed me dry meme by @athenafinn Bleedverse chapter 4 meme animation Eating out headcanons (Megatron) by @discountsurgery Breakdown spike (Dickdown) by @ace---hardware Tell me it's alright to cry (Dreadwing) by @discountsurgery Dreadwing failing at being a dad by @karinadele

Recommended reads (pls try them they're so good)

Fanfics -Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar by @solain-rhyo (Ultra Magnus x reader) -We all go up in flames (going out in style) (Megatron x Reader) -All these false starts (Knock Out x reader) -Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm (Megatron x Reader) -Fortuna Primigenia (Optimus x reader) -Blackbird (Starscream x reader) -Physical Therapy (Ratchet x reader) -Faster Pussycat (Knock Out x reader) -Victory by @korpuskat (Decepticons x reader) -Multitasking (Megatron x reader x Soundwave) -Hideaway (Starscream x reader) -"Every breath you take" is not a love song by @hotdogharvester (Tarn x Reader/OC) -Take me Higher, Flyboy by @moodymisty (Starscream x Reader) -take a bite of my spark tonight by Monster Parade (Shockwave x OC) -Dreams of Woe and Metal by an Orphaned Account (Blurr x Reader) -Trauma Bay by Slyboots (Breakdown x Knock Out and Dreadwing & Skyquake) Tumblr ask blogs - @rawmeknockout - @rocksinmuffin - @smallestapplin - @pinkanonwrites Tumblr valveplug art blogs - @botmilf (maybe support them on patreon?) - @shapeofmetal - @sublimati0ns

[flilisskywalker]

Skybound Elita: So you have flames? Bayverse Optimus: Yeah. Skybound Elita: You have a mouth? Bayverse Optimus: Yeah. Skybound Elita: And how many cons did you kill? Bayverse Optimus: I lost the count. Bonecrusher, Demolishor, Grindor, Fallen, Shockwave, Sentinel, Megatron. I even killed a human. Skybound Elita: So would you say violence is necessary to win a war? Bayverse Optimus: Yes. Skybound Elita: Wow, it's suddenly getting really hot in here.

[sparks-chaotic-cove]

So I had a specific design I used for Sparks back in FableSMP-

However, I think it'd be cool if those designs changed across SMPs!

so, here I am to propose: Skybound Sparks!

(just a note- I'm not talking about myself, Sparks, I am talking about the sparks that follow Rune and Fenris around!! :] )

With an example of the previous sparks, of course-

the main differences is that Skybound Sparks are bird based! however, they feature the same long, lion-ish tail, and the initial head/back poof of flame-like stuff. Additionally, these guys are also VERY tiny. In my head they're probably like fit within the size of a quarter! (For non american readers, a quarter is roughly 1 inch or 2.5 cm in diameter!

[xseekingsaturnx]

tw: ninjago rebooted love triangle…

ok the thing about the triangle is that yes, it’s objectively ridiculous. and yes, there were surely three dozen other subplots they could’ve gone for. but if they HAD to include it, there were ways to make it NOT SUCK SO BAD!!

for instance, the ninja are probably like early to mid-high school age in rebooted. that’s a turbulent age. shit happens, feelings happen, you freak out, you do dumb things. if the writers had chalked it up to teen hormones, i still would’ve hated the triangle but i would’ve probably been like “eh, ew, whatever.” Y’KNOW? but instead they include a single scene of nya (aka: nya the strong-willed, sure-of-herself WARRIOR) panicking at the diagnosis of what is essentially a tricked-out magic 8 ball. HUH?

and like, nya is tough, but she was a *teenager*!!! teenage girls are not known for their emotional reliability, ok, i would know. my diary from ages 12-16 is honestly mortifying. we’re talking some truly next-level insanity. and listen. LISTEN! i believe nya liked jay. but they were growing up and likely getting more attractive and nya could’ve easily noticed cole’s general attractiveness and gotten confused. or! she grew into herself a little bit too and misused her newfound confidence to accidentally flirt w some other guys, and cole happened to be one of them. very plausible!

but regardless, she would’ve felt some REMORSE. nya can be quick tempered and stubborn and even cold sometimes, but she’s not a MONSTER. i find it incredibly hard to believe she would willingly lead on her BOYFRIEND and TEAMMATE (who i hc she is quite close to) for so long and never think “hey, my feelings aren’t the only ones that matter,” ESPECIALLY after seeing what a mess it caused within the team.

and cole’s indulgence in the flaming fiasco is a whole different novel that i’m frankly too tired to write at the moment. like c’mon man, get a literal grip.

but the point is, the Trinagle paints nya as this oblivious, insensitive Girl when it should’ve given her some character development at the very least. pretty sure she doesn’t even acknowledge it until skybound…and even then, it’s not an apology. like—that was some major chaos she caused. cole and jay were so caught up in it that they almost DIED. like, more than once, im fairly certain.

i wonder if they laugh about it now. or if, like, they all pretend it never happened and every now and then cole and nya hold eye contact for a little too long and then scoot away in Horror and then change the subject really fast. like damn.

[riagraie]

Ninjago AU Headcannons

so obviously, this includes OC content. if you don't like OCs, don't read that part/ignore other hc ig?

anyway, this is for my AU of Ninjago, Echoes of the Echoed. The timeline is set to be between Crystalized (s16) and Dragons Rising Season 1. So there shouldn't be any spoilers?

this is just a bunch of random hcs I have for the ninja (and Hanna) in my AU. some of these are adapted from other people, some of them are mine.

Kai

he has naturally straight hair so he uses curlers to put wave in it. by curlers, i mean the ones your grandma uses overnight. he also sleeps in a bonnet

bro wears eyeliner. not a lot, but when asked he will admit to it.

he knows how to cook a meal and is probably the best chef (minus Zane bc Zane is goated) but doesn't like to cook

he is terrified of bugs. any kind of bug, it doesn't matter. he doesn't want to look at them, he doesn't want to be near him, and if he was alone in the monastery and found a spider, the entire thing would be up in flames.

when he gets spooked, sometimes fire will shoot out of his shoulders.

when someone on the team is upset or struggling with smth, he forces them to do self care nights with him

he paints his nails black or red

he's an insomniac, has been since his parents left. it got better around s11 but still struggles with it. when he can't sleep he likes to do blacksmithing. nya and pixal set up a station in the X Cave for him to do it quietly.

Jay

adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd, adhd-

he doesn't know what his biological mother looks like and he likes to try and imagine it.

the reason his hair curled after s7 is bc of puberty. some people's hair gets curly :/

when he uses his powers his spine will glow blue and have offshoots of the same color that look like lightning. it's sick af

he always carries his yin medallion with him. he might be wearing it, he may be holding it, it may be chillin in his pocket, but it's always on him.

after the events of s15 and then after s16, jay brags about how easy it was for him to grow a beard. it pisses lloyd off.

the eye that he hurt in Skybound(s6) is ever so slightly a lighter shade of blue than his other eye. sometimes it still hurts him and on those days it looks bloodshot and he wears an eye patch.

his favorite kind of art is watercolors.

he's got a wicked spice tollerance

Cole

he forced Zane to teach him how to cook basic things. but, he is a very skilled baker naturally

he's great with kids bc he lets them swing off his arms like monkey bars

cole is black and bc his dad never did, kai taught him how to take care of his hair.

he likes having long hair bc it covers his scar from when he was a ghost.

right after becoming human again, he kept forgetting he wasn't a ghost and kept running into walls and doors

he has seriously considered becoming a streamer

cole is terrified of singing because his mother used to sing him to sleep.

Zane

sometimes he feels what pixal is feeling bc they share a heart

even after nya came back in s16, zane didn't turn on his emotions again until nya convinced him too. he then cried for three hours straight.

he will laugh without hesitation at a dad joke. he will also crack up as he's trying to tell a dad joke

he still has pictures lloyd drew him in s1 until childs play.

he's easily annoyed by people who break traffic laws.

he rarely swears, but swore more when he was pretending to be a pirate in s15.

after figuring out him roleplaying a detective in s12 annoyed Pixal, he downloads and roleplays things for other missions they are on together. like the pirate thing in s15.

he lets kai paint his nails

Nya

unlike kai, her hair is naturally wavy and she used to straighten it from the pilot-s7. then she kinda gave up.

she decided to grow out her hair bc she wanted to look more like her mother, but then hated having hair against her neck all the time and started putting it up.

she can bench press jay and she has a sleeper build

she gets pissed when she sees someone in the arcade getting close to her and jay's high score on the dance machine

she's a light sleeper

she's terrified of snakes

when she's upset about something, she will either beat the shit out of the training equipment (then proceed to fix in in a huff) or just build random things

she's seriously considered building jay a robot dog. but she never went through with it

Lloyd

when he's really happy, sleeping, or meditating, he purrs.

he's got freckles that look like diamonds bc of the dragon scale thing

hes got fangs, his ears are pointed, and when he's pissed or enamored by something his eyes turn red. naturally, his pupils are a bit pointer, aren't as round basically

lloyd knew about his oni form before the events of s16 but never told anyone. he's known about it since s9 when he had a nightmare and woke up to see himself half-shifted in the mirror. he asked mistake about it, she explained, he asked her to not tell anyone, and she didn't. neither did he.

he likes mints because he likes hard candies better, gives him something to fidget with

he's always bustling with energy bc of his element. he can't sit still for the life of him.

he can still control the individual elements of creation as well as water and wind. he found out he could control wind after s5 and he could control water after s15.

when he uses his powers, his eyes glow whatever color they are (red or green) for up to an hour afterwards.

he has super hearing and super smell. he can also partially see in the dark if theres just a little bit of light

he hates ants

he has consistent nightmares. nearly every night. unlike the visions in DR, he doesn't flail for his nightmares, just jolts awake.

he loves photography and has many professional grade cameras. he likes it because he gets to hold memories.

when he's upset at someone, he unconsciously switches to yelling at them in Oni language.

he can understand and read the Harmonizer language but can't speak or write it.

Hanna

she's filthy rich. her parents own a very successful real estate business and a shipping company

she doesn't talk to her parents and doesn't like talking about them

she has an accent bc of being part Harmonizer but she hides it bc it led to a lot of people not understanding her. the closest thing it sounds like irl is a Russian accent.

she sometimes talks in the Harmonizer language, especially if she's frustrated or sleeping.

she can understand and read the Oni language.

after shifting to full harmonizer the first time, the black and gold lines on her skin became visible when human if your close enough to see them

she requires no form of skin care but still joins kai for skin care nights.

she has bad periods and struggles with migraines bc of her powers

she could feel something was off before the crystal king formed in s16. she has a scar on her knuckle from where she punched harumi in the face

she loves sports bikes. she liked going fast and breaking traffic laws. but, safety is her top priority even for herself and never goes out without making sure her and any backpacks are in full gear.

after s15, she had a lot of anxiety attacks

she knew about Lloyd's oni form bc she accidentally walked in on him one day he struggled to mask it.

she is also really good with kids

she heals pretty quickly bc of being part harmonizer, and because of that, most of the wounds she gets scars over.

she hates being in the spotlight

so thats them, let me know what you think. should I do more hcs? let me know ab that too. uhh

hope you enjoyed :D

[lgbtqreads]

hi! do you have an recs with aroace spec protagonists (possibly demiromantic or demisexual), preferably YA? thank you so much for all you do

Sure do! You can find them here: https://lgbtqreads.com/representation/romantic-sexual-orientation/ but just for ease, here’s the list of specifically aroace-spec protags (though you can find Demisexual and Demiromantic through that link, if you’re actively looking for those)

Immoral Code by Lillian Clark (Contemp)

The Rhythm of My Soul by Elin Dyer

This Dark Descent by Kalyn Josephson (Fantasy)

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee (Fantasy)

The Skybound Series by Alex London (Fantasy)

At the End of Everything by Marieke Nijkamp

Funeral Girl by Emma K. Ohland

Loveless by Alice Oseman

The Grimrose Girls by Laura Pohl

Seven Ways We Lie by Riley Redgate (Contemp)

Market of Monsters by Rebecca Schaeffer (Fantasy)

Hullmetal Girls by Emily Skrutskie (Sci-Fi)

Beneath the Citadel by Destiny Soria (Fantasy)

Switchback by Danika Stone (Contemp)

Tarnished Are the Stars by Rosiee Thor (Fantasy)

This Golden Flame by Emily Victoria (Fantasy)

Silver in the Mist by Emily Victoria (Fantasy)

Dear Wendy by Ann Zhao (Contemp) - this one’s got two aroace protags, so maybe start here?

but I’d add these, where it’s a little less on the page, maybe more questioning in one area or another:

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger

A Snake Falls to Earth by Darcie Little Badger

Before I Let Go by Marieke Nijkamp

[bumblebee-is-best-boi]

I had a really dark idea.

Slight Transformers Skybound Spoilers (I say that bc I took inspiration from the Skybound comics)

So I read this post that showed a ghost version of Bumblebee after he was killed by Starscream and he had the injuries that he died, and he was haunting Optimus, telling him it was his fault, but like it wasn’t actually ghost bee, but a hallucination or smth… I think I reblogged the post but idk how to link posts…

but… while this ”haunted by a hallucination of someone dead” concept is awesome… I just thought of something that could be much much much darker.

What if the hallucination that Optimus sees of dead Bumblebee doesn’t blame him… but cries out for help?

Before I go into this, look at these two images of the death scene:

Bumblebee’s face is partially fucking blown out, or at least that’s what I see. And well at this angle we don’t see other injuries but they could be there.

that HAS to HURT.

also all that fire… damn… what if we incorporated that into the hallucination?

So Optimus sees this hallucination, and it’s Bumblebee, with the injuries that he sustained, for extra flair and angst, is slightly burning (on fire, and hey, the fire can be blue to show it’s burning his energon! If Energon burns blue of course idk I watched TFP as my first transformers show so Energon is default blue to me) and utterly suffering.

His frame is being scorched by the flames, energon is dripping from his wounds, but Bumblebee isn’t angry or mad at Optimus… he’s suffering heavily, his face scrunched up in pain with his single functioning optic wide in fear.

He’s constantly whimpering in pain, maybe crying even. He looks up at Optimus with a wide pleading optic, and cries for help.

“P-Please help me Op-Optimus….”

“I-It hurts…”

“You’ll-ll help me… l-like you always did for us… r-right Optimus…?

Bumblebee’s voice box is definitely damaged from the attack, having slight glitches in his voice. Optimus can hear the pain… the desperation in Bee’s voice is horrifying.

He steps forward to hug Bumblebee, to assure him that everything will be okay and that he will be saved.

but instead of feeling Bee’s frame under his metallic hands, he just feels the air where Bee once stood, suffering.

No sound of pain, no crying, not even a single drop of energon to signify that Bumblebee was ever here at all.

Emptiness remains.

Optimus could only stare at where he saw Bumblebee, not being able to cope with the pain. He was the leader of the Autobots, he was a Prime, he had the power of the Matrix! With all that, he should’ve been able to save everyone.

But why wasn’t he able to save Bumblebee?

[ninjas-and-coffee]

Hi can I hear more about your retelling of Ninjago?

Yeah absolutly though im not sure what about it you'd like to hear so I'll just start from the beginning lmao.

(1: Way of the Ninja)The Pilots follow Kai and Nya who have heard stories about the undead rising and stealing people away in the dead of night. Nya believes it to be myth, while Kai is nervous and stays up late at night to keep watch. They go to a market near their village to sell weapons and wind up staying out too late, and get attacked by the undead. Kai briefly holds his own by using fire, before a set of figures in black descend from the trees and fight off the skeletons. Nya is stolen and Kai is badly injured, he's taken to the monastery of spinjitzu for healing and meets the others. He stresses the need to go find his sister and Wu shows up dramatically in the doorway to say that the underworld cannot be easily accessed by mortals and then asks how he got his fire. Kai doesn't know, just that he was born with it.

The story from here is Kai recovering from his injuries and inadvertently becoming acquainted with the other ninja. Kai also knows there must be another way into the underworld and goes through Wu's scrolls and finds one that says dragons can pass through realms. So all he needs is a dragon. Kai recklessly tries to perform a ritual fire dance/art to summon the Dragon of Fire (Protector of Flames) and is stopped by one of the others. Wu says that was dangerous because if he summoned the fire dragon and was deemed unworthy he would be killed. Kai is dejected but Wu agrees to teach him the Way of the Ninja. (roll credits)

(2: The Weaons of Destiny)After that Wu figures they should all find the elemental dragons and travel to the underworld to stop the skeletons from stealing more people. BUT, the ninja are young and inexperienced, so they need weapons to channel their gifts and use them properly so they go to each respective temple (where the original dragons were found, minus the dragons themselves.) to get their weapons. Weapons of prophecy only to be wielded by the new Protectors of the Realm. Kai doesn't care about the prophecy only Nya so when they near the temple of fire and he hears a voice he runs to it without backup. Garmadon taunts him, Nya is in peril, Kai fights the shadow by creating light with his element until Wu shows. He doesn't get Nya back she is taken by Garmadon and told to come down to his realm and fight him properly by the next dawn or she dies.

(3: King of Shadows)Kai and the others focus up and perform the ritual to summon the dragons. They are told they're not ready to become the new protectors of the realm by the dragons, but they will still help. Travel to the underworld, Wu goes to fight Garmadon while the ninja free the captives and fight the skeletons. Wu asks why he kidnapped all these people, and Garmadon needed collective energy of their will (souls?) to create a portal out of the underworld. And with Wu and the ninja down here he finally has enough power to do it. They fight over the portal, Garmadon escapes to an unknown realm, Nya and the other prisoners are saved, and they go back home. Now knowing that they saved the day, but with Garmadon in one of the sixteen realms it's only a matter of time before he shows up again to takeover/end Ninjago.

[I'll probably make another post about Season 1 or upload my google doc for this. Or feel free to ask questions. Ive got most of it mapped out up to season 5. And separate storyline for s8-10. Skybound and Hands of Time were giving me a hard time so i haven't figured them out yet :P]

[mcverse]

Sneak peek of “Skybound Flame: Chapter Three”

This might* be my longest chapter yet, be warned. I wasn’t given enough brother bonding in the movie so—I took it upon myself to include it in the book.

Tag list: @ratchetprime211, @eywas-heir, @strwwbbrri, @squidalapobre, @zenxvii, @reisluts

His eye caught sight of his brother, Lo’ak, and Neteyam hurriedly stumbles to him, dropping back to the ground to kneel beside him. Neteyam places a gentle hand on his brother's chest, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his breath. Relief floods his heart as he realizes that Lo'ak is merely unconscious, undisturbed by the throes of their shared ordeal. Neteyam's worried expression eases slightly, grateful that he remains strong.

Neteyam finds himself contemplating the awakening of his brother, Lo'ak, from his unconscious state. However, just as he prepares to take action, a soft groan pierces the serene ambiance, causing Neteyam to turn his attention towards Roxto. With eyelids fluttering open, Roxto emerges from his slumber, revealing drowsy blue irises that gradually sharpen into focus.

A fleeting expression of confusion passes over Roxto's face as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings and the sight of Neteyam kneeling off to the side. His gaze shifts from Neteyam's presence to the motionless form of Lo'ak nestled among the rocks, causing a surge of concern within him. Scanning the area, his eyes land on Ao’nung a few feet away, still lost in the embrace of deep sleep.

An intricate tapestry of questions weaves itself into Roxto's mind, interlacing curiosity and unease, "Neteyam?" he murmurs, his voice a mixture of relief and inquiry. His gaze sweeps past Neteyam, seeking answers amidst their surroundings, "What happened?" Roxto's voice carries a subtle urgency.

Neteyam's voice trembles with a mix of worry and confusion as he responds to Roxto's inquiry. "I... we fell," he stammers, his finger pointing towards the direction they came from. His eyes flicker with uncertainty, searching for confirmation in Roxto's gaze. "Over there, I believe. Are you alright? Can you stand?"

Roxto's movement slows for a moment, contemplating. The ache in his muscles pulse with each deliberate motion, but determination fuels his resolve to overcome the discomfort. Nodding, he meets Neteyam's gaze. "Yeah, I can," he affirms, a glimmer of resilience shining in his eyes.

Relief flashes over Neteyam's features, a fleeting smile pulling his lips. He gestures towards Ao'nung with a slight tilt of his head. "Good. Check on Ao'nung," he instructs, his voice laced with trust in Roxto's capabilities. "I'll do my best to wake up Lo'ak." With purpose, he turns his attention back to his brother, his hand gripping Lo'ak's shoulder.

"Lo’ak. Lo’ak." Neteyam's voice quivers with concern as he continues to shake his brother, desperately hoping for a response. His worry deepens with each passing moment that Lo'ak remains unresponsive. A knot of anxiety forms in Neteyam's stomach as he tries to fathom what might be keeping his brother from waking up.

Neteyam's hands tremble slight as he carefully examines Lo'ak's body, his fingertips tracing over Lo'ak's arms and chest, searching for any signs of injury. He checks for broken bones or deep wounds, his touch gentle yet urgent. Finding only minor scratches and bruises, Neteyam's brow furrows in confusion, unable to comprehend why Lo'ak remains unconscious.

"Lo’ak, bro, wake up," Neteyam pleads, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and urgency. He tightens his grip on Lo'ak's shoulders, as if trying to physically coax his brother back to consciousness.

Time seems to slow down as Neteyam waits anxiously for any sign of life from Lo'ak. Every passing second feels like an eternity, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, echoing the fear and hope that swirl within him.

* not guaranteed

[tirednapentity]

this is the messiest thing I've ever written in my life and I might delete this in the morning. it's super late and I'm so tired I'm gonna say something about aro nya finally. because like - first of all season 3 makes so much sense if you watch it with the understandingf that this is a comphet thing. I'm only gonna speak about s3 here but skybound very much also factors into this. like a whole lot.

like - the love triangle and Nya's advances towards Cole were triggered through the perfect match machine. and that's when she starts showing interest. this very much reads to me as her being confused as to what romantic feelings feel like because she's never experienced them before and mistaking her existing platonic affection for Cole for romantic feelings.

(note: I've also seen people read this as her realizing she's polyam, which I think is also very cool, it's just not what I personally saw in that storyline)

it also offers her a solution to her already strained relationship with Jay - maybe the reason they're not really working out and she can't get herself to feel the right feelings is because he's not her perfect match, so maybe she'll feel the right way with cole.

and then it all goes up in flames. Jay's insecurities turn ugly and Cole fights back. nya is WILDLY uncomfortable. she ends up choosing neither of them. she wants both of them in their life but she doesn't want to choose one over the other. you already know how it goes.

nya at this point has internalized a lot of amatonormativity which does a lot of harm to her. as I mentioned before it ends up straining her relationship with Jay because she's trying to fit this mold of a good relationship but it feels wrong and hollow to her. it's just not the way she feels. so she distances herself from it because it's so uncomfortable and overcomplicated. This causes Jay to feel rejected and insecure and he copes with this by becoming even more clingy and making Nya MORE UNCOMFORTABLE so she pulls away again.

ultimately she wants him in her life but she wants the relationship to feel good and natural and not forced and suffocating. this is why I think a qpr would be a much more fitting progression for their relationship than tgem getting back together romantically. a qpr would be throwing out the window all the inherent expectations that come with a romantic relationship and that they both felt so pressured to fill. it would be them acknowledging that they care about one another deeply and that even though their connection isn't romantic it's still worth just as much. it's a fuck-you to all the things that caused them to fall apart in the first place.

[emberunderscore]

chat look its the lovebirds!! me when theyre gay . me when birds and gay and maybe they kiss each other and i love them so much anyway playlist for the masses

[flilisskywalker]

Skybound Elita: I want a divorce. I'm cheating on you with another you. Skybound Optimus: Don't tell me it's Kreo Optimus. Skybound Elita: No. It's the live-action move. Did you know he has flames all over his body and killed Shockwave by ripping out his eye? Skybound Optimus: I killed Shockwave too. Skybound Elita: And then you cried about it. I look at your battle mask and I see a sad, pathetic bot. I look at other you's battle mask and I see a bot who gets the job done and oh my Primus, I want to get done by him, so goodbye.

[myristicisms]

What happened..?

There's nothing but darkness, heaviness in once feather light limbs, his eyelids refuse to work with him and his throat feels dry. There's a pulsating in his chest, hot and terrible and angry; ( I'm dead, aren't I? That's right... ) But a dead man wouldn't feel such severe agony, would he? When you die, that's it, or that's what he's always thought anyways. He can hear shuffling beside him, the quiet hum of machines nearby invading his senses alongside a distinctly sterile scent and Ace realizes perhaps he's not dead.

Why?

He felt the tranquility of death's clutches brush over his body, the gentle cold touch something of a comfort to his overwhelmingly hot body and at the time the heat hadn't been from his own flames; magma had left his nerves singing a loud dirge that even now he could still feel. Wake up. Wake. Up. Danger, that's all he could think to be in because who would bother to save him? Why waste valuable resources? Valuable time? ( Pops... Luffy... ) Are they okay? Whitebeard didn't look too good but the man could handle anything, he had to.

It doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore aside from opening his eyes and seeing where the hell he is. Something that proves harder than expected, they feel dry and his eyelids are lead heavy but slowly they raise and almost methodically he blinks, trying to get the dryness to go away. It doesn't.

Neither does the searing agony in his chest.

Amber eyes slowly shift about, taking in his surroundings of the unfamiliar room he's in, momentarily he's half tempted to go back to sleep in hopes of fighting the exhaustion heavy upon his bones but the dread mixing with the agony in his body keeps Ace wide awake, or as wide awake as a sluggish pirate could be anyways. Shallow breaths are all he can take, and even then the very movement of his lungs slowly expanding ache something fierce but then... How are his lungs in tact enough to be able to do that?

Slowly, fingers manage to find their way to his sternum, the tips brushing against wrappings covering his diaphragm and he feels his heart beating beneath his palm. It feels wrong, his body feels wrong. Agony aside, Ace knew his organs had been severely damaged, portions completely destroyed from the heat of that bastard Akainu's magma and yet they're in his body fully in tact, perfectly working with one another to barely keep him alive even with the aid of all the machinery hooked to his body.

Even despite that, all fire fist could worry about was his kid brother. Whitebeard probably had everything under wraps, he had to, pops was the strongest pirate alive, a king among men but Luffy was being targeted...

Soft rumbling thrums through his throat, unfamiliar- no, not unfamiliar just not used to anymore, a feeling to his long since useless vocal chords. It's raspy, painful with the way air pushes past the muscles of his larynx to make the sound and his lips, dry and split painfully move into shape: Weak as he is, one word tumbles from the pirate's dried tongue while his eyes stay skybound, staring at the ceiling blankly.

“ Luffy..? ”

lil starter for @sleeplesswork | Law :)

[youngerfrankenstein]

My main problem with the Skybound comics really is just that it needs to slow the fuck down a bit and stop killing characters so quickly.

And YES, I know that most of the deaths have been glorified cameos and it’s probably being used as a way to keep the cast size down, and that’s kind of understandable. …but my eyes should not already be rolling whenever someone shows up just to get shot in the face.

I was pretty fine with it in the intro arc, I’m just… scared it’s going to burn itself out quickly y’know? A bright flame but a short one.